Edited by Literotica's Snooper
Ch. 1 - A Woman Gives Him What He's Looking For
Jay was getting dressed in his room when a low knock on his door caught his attention. Throwing his pants back on the bed, he sluggishly walked to the door, wearing only his boxers. Opening the door, he saw his dad standing there with his hands on his hips.
"Do you want to talk about it?" his dad said, giving a routine expression of pity.
"Talk about what," Jay said as he walks away from the door towards his bed. He knew this was just going to be the same ole, 'there's more fish in the sea talk.'
"The break-up, what else?" his dad said.
"No I don't, it's just the same ole story with a different guy, that's all." Jay said as he started putting his pants on, "How did you know anyway?"
"Come on, it's Saturday night, Philip hasn't been here and you're getting dressed to go out, what does that tell me?"
"Well, I guess I just haven't found 'the one' yet, Dad."
Jay finished getting dressed and made his way to the living room where his Dad and George were sitting watching television. For a brief moment he found himself envying the contentment in the two of them. They have been together for over ten years and seemed as happy as ever.
'Why can't I be happy like that?' he thought before stepping in front of the television.
"So, how do I look?" he said giving them a quick turn to show off his simple choice of clothing.
"You'd have all our friends sneaking a peak, that's for sure." George said while giving a quick node and grin.
Jay really didn't expect anything less of a comment because he'd always been the pride and joy of his father when all his gay friends came over for parties. Jay was very confident in his appearance and liked to reassure himself by having his dad's friends, and lover for that matter, compliment him on his looks. He was as manly as it gets. He didn't have to workout or even tan because his construction job kept him in good shape and tanned year round.
"Well thanks," Jay said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, "Don't wait up, I'll probably be late!" he shouted as he walked towards the door.
"I wish I had his courage when I was his age," his dad said to George as the door shut in the distance, "Then again, if I would have been into men at his age, he wouldn't exist, so I'm thankful for that."
Jay made his way to the local gay bar. Truth is, he never really thought much about being gay, it was normal in his household. As far as he knew, his father was always gay; he just didn't know it until later. And being he played with dolls more than G.I. Joe, his mother assumed he was gay also and ran off with a military officer, leaving Jay with his father. So when high school came around, and sexual interest hit its peek, Jay had a limitless supply of horny guys hitting on him. Being gay was just his way of life. He certainly wasn't ashamed of it.
As Jay entered the bar he could see that things looked about normal. The bar was mostly filled with guys and the girls were, like usual, hanging out in small groups. He gave the universal hello node to the common faces, and took his seat at the bar.
"What are you drinking?" a voice screamed out over the music.
"Crown and Coke please," he said not even looking towards the server.
Probably not five minutes after he sat down, his first invite of the evening came. He found humor in it because they all start the same way.
"Hey, haven't I seen you in here before?" or "Hey, do I know you?"
Then in less than two minutes, they were saying, "Well, do you want to come over to my table?" or "Do you want to come join us shooting pool?"
In normal circumstances, he would gladly take an invite to have some company, but not tonight. He just wasn't up for it. He could feel his irritation growing as the third guy now took a seat next to him. The guy just wasn't taking the hint that he didn't want to talk. As he neared the point where he didn't know if he could take it any more, a loud voice called out catching both their attention.
"Excuse me," the voice yelled, "You think you can give me a hand?"
As they both turned and looked, Jay noticed a young woman standing directly in front of him.
"Me?" he pointed at himself not knowing what she wanted.
"Yes," she repeated mockingly.
"Sure," he said getting up from the bar stool.
"I'll help too," the guy sitting next to Jay called out.
"No, that's ok, I can't have more than one person behind the bar," the lady said turning quick to Jay, waving him behind the bar.
As Jay approached the barmaid, she started walking down a short hall-way at the end of the bar. He had no idea what she wanted. They approached a small dark room and before she entered she turned and looked him in the eyes.
"I can tell you're just not up for conversation tonight so I figured I'd give you a hand and get you away from that dork who couldn't take a hint."
"Oh," Jay laughed finally realizing what she wanted with him.
"So, since I did you a favor, I need you to do one for me," she looked up at him matter-of-factly.
"Yea?" Jay said inquisitively.
She turned and stuck her hand in the dark room and flipped the light switch on. "See that stack of Bud Select? There are two cases of Samuel Adams at the bottom of the pile behind it. It's almost time to close and I have to restock for tomorrow. So if you could get those for me, I'd be most thankful," she said as she pranced off down the hall way back to the bar.
