I stood outside the gay bar I had chosen to go to tonight with butterflies in my tummy. I was dressed in skinny black jeans that hugged my plump ass tight with a black thong underneath, a short black leather jacket and a loose top that cut off at my lower midriff which hung like a robe, allowing the cold night air to bite at my curvy torso. On my feet I wore cheap converse knockoffs and to top it off I wore a black 'basic bitch' choker around my neck. I took a drag of my rolled up cigarette and blew out the smoke with a shaky breath as I remembered the last and first time I came to this bar.
It was a female friends birthday and a group of girls and I came here for a laugh and drinks. I was dressed less enticing then, in a hoodie and jeans, and I quietly suppressed my desire to get up and dance, maybe pull a guy, and have the girls come with us. In my fantasy they humiliated me and also encouraged me to be a slut on this fictional man's cock. After we all went home I went to my room and masturbated profusely to the fantasy, eating my own cum with their voices in my head telling me what I slut I was as I did.
That never came to be, I told myself as I took another drag. But I had told myself I'd work up the nerve to come here on my own, as myself, and have fun. Even if I didn't land a guy tonight that was fine, I just wanted to show myself and the world that I could be an extrovert of I wanted to. As I finished my thoughts a gust of icey wind cut through me, making my nipples hard enough to cut glass. I shot myself a dirty thought as I finished my cigarette, inhaled deeply, and went inside.
The place invaded my senses as I went in, the music was loud, I could smell smoke from those machines near the DJ booth, lights flashed in infinite colour. I could see men of all shapes, sizes and ages under like 35, as well as a few cute trans girls and androgynous people. Some were on the dance floor, alone or already partnered up. Wild tops prowled at the edge, silently trying to pick which person took their fancy. All the tables were taken, mainly by groups of friends but the one in the corner had a couple of guys making out like the world was ending tomorrow. There were stools free at the bar though, which relieved the introvert in me since I wanted to start somewhere where I had space.
This wasn't the biggest gay bar in my town, but I took a liking to it because of the alternative niche it had going on, there were even emo hits from the mid 2000s playing from the speakers. Definately my kind of place, if I decided that the extroverts life was for me, that is.
I saw a clear path to the bar and quickly took it, perching myself on a stool with 2 empty stools to the left and 3 to the right, well within my comfort zone. I congratulated myself on the small victory as the bar tender saw and approached me. He was a slim guy, early 20s like me, and pretty cute with messy short brown hair. I slipped a smiled as I ordered an amaretto and coke and told him to keep the 30 something pence change as a tip when I paid. I sipped on my drink through a straw and turned to observe what was going on around me. I felt the alcohol beginning to loosen me up a little as I lost myself in my own little world, an All Time Low song as the soundtrack.
I finished my first drink and was about to order another when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, someone sit on the stool next to me. I looked to my side to see a guy near my age, short black hair, grey eyes, dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans with an average build, taller than me though, next to me.
"Hi, I'm Shawn." He introduced himself over the music. "Want me to get that for you?"
I blushed nervously. "I'm gay, I mean Grey!" I corrected myself, stammering. "Umm you sure you wanna buy me a drink?" I asked. "I am a bit of a-"
I was going to say 'disaster' but Shawn put his hand in my shoulder, silencing me. "Aww you're shy." He smiled reassuringly, causing my face to heat up even more. "No it's okay, it's cute, Grey." He told me.
"Is it?" I asked rhetorically as he ordered me another amaretto and coke and got a cider for himself.
"Sure thing." Shawn answered. "So, tell me a little about yourself." Our drinks had arrived and at a rate that surprised me, this guy I had just met managed to get me to come out of my shell.
We talked for I don't know how long but in that time we each had 3 more drinks, Shawn was insistent that he paid and after finding out he had a pretty good job, I felt better about letting him. We finished our current drinks and he said in my ear. "Wanna dance, sweetie?"
I answered with a nod and a smile and got off my stool. Shawn took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. Once we were there he spun me around so he was behind me and lightly caressed my exposed waist, leading me to match his movements. I was nervous at first, letting Shawn guide my every movement, but the alcohol had lifted away most of my inhibitions and my hips began to move more freely.
The slightly tipsy me that I now was hoped I was being sexy, showing Shawn first hand what my lower body could do, lifting my arms up to expose more of my tummy. It seemed to work as I felt his hands move steadily up my sides. They felt soft against my smooth skin and wherever they went I felt warm. I pressed my back more against him and his hands were now at my nipples, squeezing at them. My nipples were very sensitive and I let out a moan that was drowned out by the sheer volume of the music.
It seemed to flip a switch in me though and I pressed my ass firmly against his crotch, bending over slightly and grinding on the large erection I could feel growing in his jeans. Shawn responded in kind, pushing his growing bulge onto my back side, making me feel every inch. I flipped my messy blonde mop of hair aside and basically twerked on him, not caring who was around me or who would see, just lost in the music and my own carnal desires. After a few minutes of relentless teasing on both our parts, I straightened back out, turned around and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. His hands found their way to my ass and his grip herded me onto my tip toes. I looked up at Shawn with my mouth hanging ajar, he answered my silent call and kissed me. He was a gentle kisser, didn't use too much tongue, I couldn't help but kiss him back.
In that moment I didn't care that there were people around me, this felt right, this felt nice. I wanted more.
We pulled away from the kiss and I asked. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?"
His grip on my ass grew firmer and pulled me into him, I could feel the imprint of his boner from my own crotch to above my belly button, my own now erect penis only reaching half way. "I'd like that sweetie, come on."
Shawn let go of my ass and lead me by the hand out of the gay bar, my mind has just processed what I had said and I was blushing Hard. Sure I have had sex before, but I have never initiated it!
