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without landing on my ass and, once I got my nerve up, I sidled over to Sage during Sister Sledge’s classic, “He’s the Greatest Dancer.” Sage truly was a great dancer, in addition to being a hot, bearded, hairy-chested stud who always had a boy on his arm and a coke bag in his pocket. Even though we had never been good friends back in my halcyon days of nonstop New York clubbing, we had always shared a nice rapport. That was ten long years ago. Now he looked even better with age and, for once, didn’t have a boy clinging to his arm. Nor did he have some silly costume on. I felt like a dork in my get-up next to Sage, who looked like a hot lumberjack in his checked flannel shirt and worn-out jeans. His masculinity never failed to turn me on.
    After catching up over the years we missed during our endless circling to “Boogie Wonderland,” “Ring My Bell,” and other charming throwbacks, he invited me to the bathroom. That could only mean one thing with Sage—sex. No, I take that back. Two things—sex and drugs. I would take either or both with Sage. I’d been yearning for him to ring my bell for years.
    So off we went, stumbling in our skates as we left the rink and hit the carpet, tittering like kids on a first date. The bathroom was thankfully empty, a complete anomaly compared to the circuit parties I had attended previously. We cruised over to the last stall on the left past the sinks and urinals. Sage slid the lock shut with a smirk, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. I gulped and rubbed both of my hands on my skimpy shorts, noting for the first time how clammy they were.
    “I gotta take a leak first,” advised Sage. He unbuttoned the fly of his faded 501s and pulled out a thick, beautiful cock, just like I had imagined. “Looks good, huh,” he observed. I nodded my head in agreement; it looked better than good. It looked downright succulent. I watched him urinate with a ferociousness I could only attribute to a steady flow of alcohol or a wide urethra. I didn’t care why his gorgeous arc of piss came out so strongly, all I knew was that I had to put that piece of meat in my mouth pronto. Maybe even drink from his fountain of golden delight. After finishing, he flushed, buttoned up, and turned to me with a wicked grin. We barely fit in the small space together, and his hairy arm kept brushing my soft one. The bristles made me hard.
    “Look what I have,” he crooned, pulling a little gold box from the pocket of his jeans and holding it out to me as though it contained the actual chemical Au from the periodic table of elements. I was surprised it wasn’t a baggie of cocaine.
    “What’s in there?” I asked.
    “Only the best shit ever made,” he bragged. “Dude, it’s chocolate.” I made a face. “Don’t worry, it ain’t like any kind of chocolate you’ve ever tasted, little surfer buddy,” he continued with a wink. “This little duck-shaped thing right here,” he stopped to open the box and show me what was inside, “this, my friend, will change your life. Your sex life, I mean.” For a moment I was offended. Did he think I couldn’t get it up or something? I frowned while inspecting the item in his hand. He was right, the box contained a piece of duck-shaped chocolate. I shrugged. Even when tempted with edible desserts made of marijuana, I’m still not a connoisseur of sweets. The huge smile Sage displayed over this small piece of candy was contagious though, and since I had just memorized the size and shape of his gorgeously hung penis, I decided to play along. Perhaps I would be able to suck him off after all. And what the hell, being stoned with Sage didn’t sound half bad.
    “Yummy,” I responded, the faint note of sarcasm hanging in the toilet stall. “That looks good,” I added, lying. Sage laughed and took a bite of the duck, handing me the other half. I popped it in my mouth. Almost instantly, the duck melted on my tongue, coating it with the most mouthwatering