The bass from inside the building vibrated out into the cool spring night as a line of people stood waiting to get in. This was one of the hottest places to be lately. Club Exit, where myths become legend and legend becomes reality. Or so it was said. Club Exit was styled after the Greek myth of Medusa except from a male perspective, and catered mainly to gays but all were welcome; especially if you were young, hung, and open to new things... being the center of attention.
Straight men were a hot commodity inside these walls. The taboo thought of being so close, but so far away. Being able to touch and flirt with a young stud appreciating their physical beauty knowing full and well they wouldn't be going home with you that night, unless after a few drinks they were convinced of their curiosities. Typically most of these guys could be convinced to show more than their torsos and undies while in a hot body contest. These were the guys that would end up going all the way. Club Exit was known for this, and continues to attract its customers.
In line were Dylan and Kyle along with a couple friends. Both were in their late twenties. Dylan is lean, about six foot tall and has a swimmer's build. A cute with a boy next door type that could easily be sexed up Dylan is gay. He wore a simple button up with jeans that fit nicely without being too tight.
Kyle is straight with a tight muscular build and aspired to be a model. He bared a strong resemblance to male model Adam Ayash. Kyle stood at six and half feet had short and purposely messy hair, angular eyebrows and a five o'clock shadow beard that accentuated his squared and chiseled jawline.
He wore a tee with a three button collar that fit very snugly against his shoulders, pecs, and arms. The collar buttons were undone stretched wide open from his nicely sized chest with no hair to be seen. His jeans were a low rise cut hanging just below his hips exposing the waistband of his designer underwear, hugging the curve of his rather large and firm backside. Extending downward from his full round ass were two thick and strong muscular thighs. Kyle enjoyed the attention he got from the guys at the club and hoped maybe a modeling agent would find him there tonight.
The line ahead and behind them was full of guys and girls ranging from beautiful to unattractive. Most of them were typical party queens and their "hags". The type that would start the night ready for fun and partying and end with drunk and sloppy drama that ended their friendships over something trivial only to makeup and reminisce over a late night meal at an all night diner while they sobered up to go home for a one stand with a trick they picked up the bar.
"Damn this is a busy night Dyl," Kyle said looking at the long line, "I hope I don't get overlooked with all these guys here." Kyle kept checking himself, straightening his shirt, wondering if his chest was showing enough, holding his arms tight flexing his triceps.
Holding the flier he had in his pocket, Dylan reads that tonight was an event night.
'Models wanted. Enjoy being on display and admired? Contest tonight: hot body, best bulge, best ass.
Winner gets a model position in the club'
The main reason for them coming out was for this chance to win. Kyle wanted to model and knew that a gig doing fliers and ads for a gay night club was superficial and tacky, but he had to start somewhere.
"I'm sure you'll get noticed, you're probably one of the better looking guys here tonight" Dylan responded looking up at his much taller buddy.
Kyle turned and smiled flashing his perfect teeth, "Aww thanks bro, trying to butter me up?" Kyle put his arm around Dylan's shoulder bringing him in for a bro hug.
Dylan enjoyed the feel of his friend's arm around his shoulder and put his right arm around Kyle's waist. Kyle was taller than Dylan so this would do. Dylan playfully he slid his hand down towards Kyle's butt and squeezed a handful. Kyle playfully shrugged Dylan's hand away and said it was going to cost extra for that. The two had a good friendship and were comfortable enough to be physical without being sexual. Obviously Kyle enjoyed the attention and had no fear that Dylan would ever overstep his boundaries.
The line began to move and stopped after about five people, then three men came out the door wearing suits with the club's logo on the left lapel. One of the three men was holding a touch device and walked down the line choosing random guys out of the crowd and entered information. The two others would hand a ticket to them.
They stopped at a hulk of a stud, he was tall and very muscular. He had a fairly tall faux hawk, and a neatly trimmed beard, out of the sleeveless button down he wore were his two massive arms, every muscle so well sculpted and defined highlighted by pulsing veins. After, the man with the touch device gave the stud his ticket then made their way down the line skipping past a large group and headed straight to Dylan and Kyle.
"Good evening, we're here selecting lucky men who will have an exclusive chance to audition for the owner of Club Exit. The winners will be featured during the displays and shows throughout the events." The man with the device said as he stood in front of Kyle and Dylan. He was thin and had a fair complexion. His hair shaved on the sides and slightly longer on top, he was clean shaven. He wore a slim and fitted suit in all black with a purple button up.
"Winners?" asked Kyle.
Without hesitation the man responded, "Yes, the top five, I'm sorry I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Spence, it's been such a long evening. Care to submit your info?"
