The Fool by Gordon Phillips

Author:Gordon Phillips [Phillips, Gordon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2019-07-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6: El Convento Rico

George, without Joe to occupy his free time, decided to fill it up with party/club going. I had free time too, and I wanted to be there for George, so I went along. I told myself, however, that this was following the instructions of the Tarot reader. As a way of being less rational, communing with the mysterious, I figured clubs and various mind-altering substances, legal and illegal, was at least one way to go.

I never had been much of a club or party person, so I found this new world interesting. At one gay club in particular, El Convento Rico, we became regulars. George and his friend Frank were evidently friends with the owner or manager. One of the reasons George liked the club was the dance floor and music, for George loved to dance.

Since Zvika was often along, I began to get to know him more, discovering, for example, that he loved dancing too. Moreover, and to my slight chagrin, I discovered that Zvika was a good dancer. While George’s dancing was fluid and dramatic, Zvika’s dancing was, quite simply, hot.

I wasn’t versed in dancing, and was in the habit of watching George as he danced, usually alone, in his living room. It was something, he confided in me, that he loved—me watching him dance. And so now I continued to avoid getting onto the dance floor. But Zvika began to challenge my not dancing.

“What’s the matter with you, Keith?” he said to me one evening in George’s kitchen while we were waiting for George, to head out to El Convento Rico. “How come you don’t dance?”

I frowned and then shrugged. Zvika, however, continued to look at me. Finally, I rolled my eyes and said, “I’m not very good at it. Okay?”

I felt embarrassed as I said this, but Zvika didn’t seem to register this.

“Don’t you like dancing?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, like a straight acquaintance had once reacted upon discovering my lack of interest in women.

I shrugged. “I like watching dancing.”

He must have taken that in, for when we were at the club, several times I had the distinct impression that he was dancing for me. It was when he began to dance in a more teasing, provocative fashion, moving the hips and the pelvis, and orienting himself so that I would get the best view of this. He never gave himself away by looking at me, but I felt he was actually performing for me.

It was some of his poses, like when he put his hands on the top of his head and arching his back, that were especially effective at presenting him as a sexual being. I realized, perhaps for the first time, that he had quite a fine v-shaped torso, and long, strong legs.

As intoxicating as this was to watch, I also found it slightly embarrassing, and in the end began to look away whenever he did this. Nothing was said when he came back with George to sit down, but the next time we were all out, he made a point of asking me to dance.

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