Just what was I thinking? Sure I cruised gay porn for a year or two. I even jacked myself while watching short clips of gay sex. OK, maybe I even licked my own cum from the palm of my own hand after I jacked off, imagining it was a thick burst from some studs cock. But I wasn't gay or anything. Or was I?
Anyway, I was shaking inside, but I remained resolved as I opened the door to The Manhole. I'd never been in a gay bar before and I was really concerned now. I mean, it wasn't too far from my house and maybe one of my neighbors would see me come in. Obviously, I was safe in the knowledge that my wife and kids were visiting my in-laws about 350 miles away. But what if one of those nosy neighbors saw me? Oh well.
I strode in and it appeared to be a pretty normal looking place. It was early, 9:30 on a Saturday night. But, yet, it was apparent that this place was quite different than the places I had been to before - the utter lack of women. No one paid me much attention as I strode to the bar.
I found a place at the bar. The seat to the right of me was empty. To my left was a man engrossed in conversation with the man sitting to his left and a man standing between them. I ordered a Fosters and turned to survey the room.
People were chatting, drinking, smoking, but occasionally I thought I saw someone make quick eye contact, then look away. I definitely felt like I was being sized up.
I guess I wasn't too concerned about my appearance. At about 5'10" and weighing about 185 pounds, I'm in pretty good shape. I work out regularly, but really don't stress building large muscles. I was fit. My dress was also pretty inconspicuous, a blue tennis shirt, kahkis and hightop Converses. I guess I was dressed down a bit, compared to some of the others I saw in the place. I self consciously ran my hand through my brown hair and turned back to the bar to pick up my beer.
It wasn't too long before someone took the seat beside me. People strode into the bar from outside and I could hear them laughing and talking loudly behind me. I was beginning to think I had made a mistake and decided to finish my beer and head out. I took my last sip and began reaching for my wallet to pay my tab when the bartender brought me another beer.
"I didn't order this."
"No problem. This guy bought it for you."
The bartender pointed to the man who had taken the seat next to me. I turned to thank him and saw a handsome face smiling back at me.
"Thanks."
"My pleasure. I haven't seen you here before and you looked kinda lost, so I thought I'd break the ice for you."
He was just a bit older than me. But you could tell he was a big guy, in shape, but large. He looked like maybe he played a little college football, large shoulders, huge forearms, and a narrow waist. He was wearing jeans and a grey silk t-shirt. I could make out his defined chest muscles, but what really struck me was his nipples poking through the material.
"You haven't done this before, have you?"
"Well, um, I, ah . . . " I just stammered like an idiot.
"No problem, man. It's OK. You married guys are always so nervous."
"How did you know I was married?"
He looked down at my hand at the bar. I had intended to remove my wedding ring, but I guess I was too nervous to remember.
"Oh, that." I grinned and flushed.
"Your face gets red when your embarrassed! I think that's cute"
He slid his hand down to my knee and gave me a little squeeze. I could feel the blood rush to my balls and dick. I swear I almost fainted.
"Uh, thanks. I'm Tim," I said as I extended my right hand.
"Nice to meet you, Tim. I'm Andy. Cheers."
He held up his beer and I picked mine up and we clinked glasses. After taking a sip, I stared at him still nervous, but incredibly attracted.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for acting like an idiot. I've been meaning to do this for a year now and finally screwed up the courage to walk in."
"Well, you're not the first and only married guy who's been here. And I'm kind of sweet on married guys, anyway. They're so eager and it's fun to see how much they want to learn, in bed I mean."
I smiled and took another sip of my beer. Maybe it was the second beer or his warm smile and easy manner, but I felt myself relaxing a bit. We started chatting about nothing in particular, telling each other a little about ourselves. It felt strange, as it was almost like a date, something I hadn't been on in years.
We'd continued talking as the place soon filled up. And as more and more men walked in, the music became louder and louder. There were guys talking loud to be heard over the pounding bass lines and others on the dance floor.
It began to feel like the most normal thing in the world.
Unfortunately, it was getting way too loud and soon it became impossible to continue our conversation. So, I guess Andy was getting antsy. He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.
Now, I had danced with men in traditional dances at Jewish and Greek weddings before, but nothing like this. I didn't particularly care for the music, but after four or more beers the beat took over and I was able to move well enough. The song ended and then something more intimate took over. I was about to walk off the dance floor, but Andy gripped me hard with his strong hands and held me there.
He pulled me close and soon we were dancing very, very close, in a manner that to me was more familiar with a female companion. But, we moved languidly to the music and he pulled me closer and closer. Soon, his leg was between mine and mine was between his and I could feel my semi-erect cock rubbing against his pelvis. He reached around with one hand and put it on my ass, squeezing it tight.
"Man, you have a nice tight ass."
He gripped it hard and I tensed it up. I loved the feeling. I moved my hand between us and ran it along his chest. I moved my hand back and forth, finally running my fingers along the nipples I saw earlier poking from his silk t-shirt. He moaned softly and pulled me close to the point where we couldn't get any closer. With that, he brushed his lips against mine, once, twice, and then I returned the kiss.
I felt faint again, but it was one of the most erotic things I ever experienced. Here I was in public, with my lips on another man. Soon, our tongues met. The blood was pounding so hard, all I could feel was his lips and the strong hand pulling on my ass.
Eventually, the music stopped and something more energetic started playing over the speakers. We stopped our kisses and embrace and walked off the floor. We walked back to our seats and basically collapsed onto mine.
"Man, that was incredible."
"Hey, not bad for a married guy. How about you and me heading out. I don't live to far from here and we could walk back to my apartment."
I nodded my assent. We paid our tab and headed for the door. It wasn't too long before we were walking quietly along the city streets. We walked up to a small apartment building. Andy removed his keys, opened the door and I followed him to the elevator.
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