It was Saturday night. Bobby and Kathy were spending the weekend in Houston. Rick and I had never been to a gay bar, and we'd decided this would be a good time to check a few of them out.
We started at Tempest. It was a high-tech place, with a gigantic dance floor and an immense crowd, mostly men, with a few women clustered in tight little knots. The DJ was playing EDM so loud we had to shout. We left after one beer.
Harry's Garage was quiet. Too quiet. The dance floor was empty. Two women were shooting pool and there were a half-dozen men at the bar. A guy was sitting at a table by the door, reading something on his phone. "The crowd starts coming in around 9:30," he said. "The male dancers start at 11:00."
I glanced at my watch. 8:15. "Maybe we'll come back later."
The Rainbow Ranch was two doors down from Harry's. The decorations and music were country. It was half full, pretty well divided between men and women. About a third of them were dressed like cowboys and cowgirls. The music wasn't insanely loud and people were actually talking to each other. The men and women mixed more than they had at Tempest. A dozen male-male and female-female couples, and a lone male-female couple, boot-scooted around the dance floor.
We ordered double shots of Quervo Gold and bottles of Dos Equis and sat in one of the booths, padded benches facing the center of the room with narrow drink tables in front, to watch the action.
Rick and I were starting on our second rounds when a cute Hispanic guy came up to our table. He was slightly shorter than Rick or me with a weightlifter's body, wearing a tight-fitting black muscle shirt, sprayed-on blue jeans that displayed an impressive package, and Mexican-tooled cowboy boots. He had a crew cut, a neat mustache, and a closely-trimmed goatee. "Want to dance?" he asked.
Rick looked surprised. I guess he'd never thought about dancing with another man. Well, neither had I.
Why had we come to a gay bar? I smiled at the sexy guy and rose to my feet. "Sure."
He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. A new song was starting. It was a fast one. He was a good dancer.
The next song was slow and the DJ dimmed the lights. We danced with our bodies pressed together, rubbing crotches.
I could see him grinning in the swirling colored dance floor lights. "First time with another man?"
"Uh . . . yeah. Dancing, anyway."
"Thought so. You're getting hard." One of his hands slipped down to my butt. It startled me, but I didn't even think about pushing it away.
I pressed against him even tighter. "You're kinda hard, too."
He kissed me. His mustache and goatee felt strange, but exciting. "He your boyfriend?"
I'd never thought about it that way. "Guess you could call it that."
"You share?"
My cock grew even stiffer. "We've never talked about it."
"You're new at this." He paused. "Bet you have girlfriends."
"Well . . . yeah." I wasn't sure what else to say. "It's kinda complicated."
"That's okay. Life's complicated."
The song blended into a new one and he led me off the dance floor. The place was getting crowded. We stopped at the end of the line at the bar and he kissed me again. "I'm Jorge," he said. "What's your name?"
"Trav. And my friend is Rick."
More people had joined the bar line. "I'm gonna get a beer," Jorge said. "See you in a minute." He patted my butt, then turned away.
Rick had been watching us. "Gettin' kind of personal there, Trav."
"Yep." I drank half my tequila and followed it with a long swig of beer. "Felt good."
The music was too loud for anyone else to hear us, but I still leaned closer and whispered. "His name's Jorge. He'd like a three-way."
Rick sipped his beer. "What do you think?"
"He sure is sexy. Bet he'll be good in bed."
"What about the girls? Think they'll be pissed." He drank more beer. "You know they'll figure it out."
"Bobby and I talked about that. She'll cut my nuts off if she catches me with another woman, but the idea of me with a guy turns her on. I drank the rest to the Quervo and finished my beer. "How about Kathy?"
"Same thing." He held up his bottle. It was empty. "So. You wanna?"
"Hola." It was Jorge, carrying three bottles of Dos Equis. I got up to let him sit between Rick and me. "You guys work it out?" He squeezed my thigh, then turned to face Rick.
"Dunno." Rick picked up his empty shot glass, stared at it briefly, then set it down again.
I stood up. "I'm going to get some more tequila." I looked at Jorge. "Want some?"
"Sure. Double Quervo Gold. Naked."
I must have looked puzzled. "Know what they call it with salt and lime?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "Dressed."
"Naked." I let the word hang in the air. "That's how we like it."
"Just your tequila?"
I smiled and turned away. As I walked to the bar, I could see Rick's and Jorge's reflections in one of the mirrors mounted on the far wall. They were both staring at my ass.
There was a crowd around the bar and it took a while to get our drinks. When I got back, Rick and Jorge were holding hands and gazing into each others' eyes. Rick leaned forward and kissed Jorge.
I set the drinks on the little table and looked at Rick. "We gonna do it?"
"What do you think?"
I bent over the table and kissed Rick, and then Jorge. This time, he used some tongue.
I sat down and pressed my knee against Jorge's. His and Rick's hands were resting on each others' thighs. "Let's drink up and hit the road," I said.
"Sounds good," Jorge said. "Your place okay? I live in South Austin with my sister and her husband. They're cool with me being gay, but they've got a five-year-old son. They don't want me bringing guys to their house."
* * *
We finished our drinks, got in my truck, and headed for our apartment. Jorge and Rick spent most of the trip kissing and feeling each other up. Sometimes, Jorge would reach over and fondle my hard dick through my jeans. I tried to concentrate on driving.
As soon as our apartment door closed, Jorge growled "Your turn." He pulled my body to his and tongue kissed me roughly while rubbing his crotch against mine and kneading my buttocks.
I was about to cream my shorts when Jorge pushed me away. "I'm gonna suck your cock now." He looked at Rick, who was standing a few feet away, staring at us. "Both your cocks."
Jorge unfastened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my blue jeans, then sank to his knees and pulled my jeans and briefs down around my ankles, freeing my painfully stiff pole.
"Madre de Dios! You're big." Jorge wrapped his hand around my swollen shaft, kissed my tip, slowly licked my bulging cock-head, then finally took me in his hot wet mouth, clamping his lips around my coronal ring and probing my cum-slit with the tip of his tongue.
"God! That's good!" I gasped.
He let my cock slip out of his mouth and looked up at me, grinning. "Good as your girlfriend?"
"Better." I moaned softly as he went back to sucking me, slowly moving his tightly-clamped lips up and down my rod while gently squeezing my balls.
Jorge went faster, bobbing over my stiff cock, clamping my shaft tightly and kneading my balls roughly, occasionally pausing to lick and suck my swollen knob.
"That is so fuckin' hot!" Rick whispered. He was jacking his own hard cock while watching Jorge and me.
Jorge looked up at Rick. "Bet this is the first time you've seen a guy sucking another man's cock."
"Yeah." Rick straightened up and let go of his dick. It stayed standing, hard and proud, with the precum oozing from its tip running over its head and down his shaft. "Trav's the only guy I've been with."
Jorge stood up and kissed Rick. "He's not going to be the 'only one' for much longer."
Jorge sank to his knees. Rick grabbed his shoulders, pulled him back up, and kissed him again. "I'm gonna suck your cock now."
Rick sat on the couch and Jorge stood in front of him. Rick unfastened Jorge's blue jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. He'd gone commando and his cock was already rock hard.
Rick and I stared at Jorge's stiff pole. It was almost as big as Rick's and mine, with a pink bell-shaped head, a chocolate-brown shaft, and darker-chocolate balls, covered with tightly-curled black pubic hair.
Rick wrapped his hand around Jorge's rod and pulled him closer. "Trav and I think we taught each other pretty well." He kissed Jorge's tip, then slowly stroked his shaft while licking his cock-head. "You can tell us how good we did." He took half of Jorge's length in his mouth and started bobbing up and down.
I took a step forward and almost tripped with my pants around my ankles. I sat on the floor and watched Rick sucking and jacking Jorge while I took my shoes and socks off, followed by my jeans, briefs, and shirt. Naked and rock-hard, I stood up and moved toward the couch.
