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Silver heat
Date: 5/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Author: riterman2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
been even more ridiculous. I was frozen in place. "Hi," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "I am Lance. Lance Armstrong. You must be the birthday boy." "Yeah, uh, er Neal, uh er Scott." Lance put out his hand as if to shake. Mine was trembling as I put it in his. His hands were fine and elegant, like those of piano player, yet firm, large and masculine. Did his touch linger just a bit too long? Or was it wishful thinking? "I really love your playing. I never was much into jazz, but then I never much heard any either. I like the, uh, I don't know what to call it. Dissonance is the word I used in my mind." Lance laughed softly. "You are right. Anyone who knows music will tell you that dissonance, and that is exactly the right word, is the heart and soul of jazz. Listen, Neal, can I buy you a drink?" "Well, I , er that is, I don't drink much and, er, oh hell, I am not old enough to drink." "Well, Neal, How old are you?" "I am eighteen today." "Come," Lance said simply, gesturing with his hand, and I did not hesitate. He parked us at a corner table near the fireplace and went to the bar. He returned with two glasses of amber liquid on ice, which I learned on inquiry was called B&B. We sat and sipped and talked. Lance, I learned was only 34. He said he was an executive with an important corporation, but was independently wealthy. He had three main passions in life, he told me: jazz, sailing, and romance. I ...