THE GAY BAR_(0)

THE BAR


“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”, I thought. “This has to be a goddamned gay bar.” When a young man sat on the stool next to mine and said, “Honey, I don’t remember seeing you here before.”, I knew I was right.

“Uh, I haven’t been here before. I’m staying at the hotel across the street while doing some business with a new client. The hotel bar looked boring and I saw this place and came in. I didn’t realize…”

“Didn’t realize it was a gay bar? Happens once in a while. More often than you might think with the hotel over there and all. What kind of business?”

“Wholesale women’s wear to department stores.”

“Well, I tell you what, honey. I’ll be glad to do my business way below wholesale. How’s a free cock sucking sound?”

“Oh, God. What now? What will happen if I turn him down? I have no idea what this place is like. I might get my ass kicked six ways from Sunday or something if I say no. Then again, it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen my wife and another two weeks before that since we had sex.”

“Uh, let me finish my beer and I’ll think about it. Okay?”

“I’m good, honey. And you are definitely my type. Just you say the word and I’ll have you cumming before you get the word finished.” He walked away and sat down with a couple of other young men in a booth towards the back of the room.

“Never been in a gay bar before?”, the bartender asked.

“Well, no actually. I haven’t.”

“This is a pretty good one. Most of the guys here are clean and disease free as far as I know. Mickey, there I’m not so sure about. I wouldn’t take him up on his offer if I were you. He’s a real slut. Too risky.” He looked around a bit and saw another young man coming my way. “Here comes David. I know he’s good and clean. Personal experience, you know.”

When the young man sat beside me, he reached over and patted my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. “Hi, I’m David. You’re new here. Slumming?”

“Slumming? No. Just came in for a drink and didn’t know it was a gay bar.”

He smiled, “Oh, good. Not gay then?”

“No.”

“Hmm. I wish. I like the cut of your jib.”

I didn’t expect to hear a nautical term coming from a queer in a gay bar. “Jib? You sail?”

“You better believe it. In more ways than one. I have a little skiff I like to play around with.”

His pinkie finger started stroking my cock. It started to rise. “What the Hell. This fag is getting me hard. He’s not bad looking, but…”

He interrupted my thinking. “I like to play around with straight guys, too. Sometimes it’s hard to get them interested, but my little finger tells me you already are.”

I glanced down. He put his hand directly on my growing erection.

“You definitely are. How about it? Are you staying across the street?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go to your room.