Since I still don't have the courage to visit a gay bar myself (yet), I thought I'd write about what my fantasy would be like.
Contains tobacco, marijuana, and alcohol use.
It was one of those lonely, weekend nights, early in the evening. I had just got through a long week at work, and I needed to unwind. I felt horny on and off all day, but I was getting so sick of pleasuring myself, I was really wishing I had someone else to have some fun with.
Dating girls was alien to me at this point. I hadn't had a girlfriend in years. And most of my experiences with women never went too well, or were that fulfilling. Maybe I just hadn't met the right chick yet. I would often masturbate to pictures and videos of hot girls, lesbians and all that. But sometimes, I felt like I craved something more, something different.
I had been having bi curious urges a lot lately. Gay porn never really did it for me, but just the thought of having another guy touch me, to admire my body, like two lesbians in the porn I did watch. It drove me crazy thinking about it. I would sometimes read gay stories and experiences online. Sensual stuff, it always had my cock hard, imagining myself in the story, being seduced for my first time.
And that lonely night, I desperately wanted to explore these desires. I thought about trying a hookup app again, but my experience was bad in the past. I chatted with a few guys, but most of it was just dick pics and sex questions. Which was cool and all, but it felt too forced and didn't really interest me. I've always fantasized about the slow build up of that sexual tension, something that could happen in person, and build up. Not just a message saying, "Hey can I fuck you?"
And so, I began to google local gay bars, and found one very close to where I live. I've always had the idea of going to a gay bar, just to check it out. I could never seem to build up the courage though. But tonight was different, I was so lonely. I desperately wanted to be next to someone, to explore sexually, both of our hard cocks out, just seeing what happens. It filled my spine with tingles as I jumped into the shower, cleaning my body thoroughly.
I stepped out of the shower and checked out my body in the mirror for a minute, as I dried off my shaggy, thick brown hair. I worked out quite a bit, almost compulsively for some reason. It gave me a nice flat stomach, abs on a good day. No matter how many pushups I did though, I had a larger chest. Not man boobs, mostly muscle, but my pecs did protrude out a bit and I had large nipples. Not to mention my bubble butt and curved hips. Sometimes, I swear my body was meant to be a woman's, but decided half way to give me a cock. I checked that out too in the mirror. Cleanly shaven and looking thick. Not hard, but defintely ready to be, from all these desires in my head.
I got dressed quickly, before I changed my mind about this. I put on a pair of tight, black joggers. They were such tight pants. I never wore them around ever, but kept them around becuase of how they make my ass and long legs pop out. I always joked to myself that if I ever went to a gay bar, these would be the pants I'd wear to attract someone. I put on a tight fitting black band t-shirt and a zip up hoodie over that, unzipped.
Dressed and nearly ready to go, I sat outside of my house and smoked a bowl of weed. Not only did it calm me, it always made me super horny, and both of those combined would be exactly what I needed to kill any final doubts about going.
I let the weed taper off a bit before driving, and then headed out to the bar, following the route on phone's gps. Pulling in the parking lot, I sat and smoked half of a cigarette. I let the smoke fill my mouth, sensually smoking as I prepared to walk inside. I wasn't scared at all surprisingly, just horny. And ready. Too horny maybe, my cock had begun to swell as I stepped out of my car. Luckily, my pants were so tight, they kept it held against me. But you could definitely see the bulge in my pants as I approached the door, walking into the dimly lit bar.
I quickly sat down at the main bar in front of me, and looked around slightly, checking out the atmosphere. There was a dance floor with music blaring and guys dancing, some of them with their hands all over each other. There was mostly guys everywhere, talking, dancing, some close together and touching. I took a deep breath to (unsuccessfully) calm myself and turned back to the bar.
A bartender spotted me and made his way over towards me. He was wearing a tiny shirt that exposed his stomach, and I did my best not to stare at his rippling abs as he greeted me.
"Hey," he said, smiling, leaning towards me casually. "Can I get ya anything?"
I answered, slowly, a bit nervously too, the realization of what I was doing finally hitting me.
"I, I'll have an IPA please," I managed to mutter out.
He smiled. "You got it buddy. Be right back with that." And he walked away. I was thinking how an IPA would be perfect. It's strong so I'd be buzzed quick. But it's just one beer. If I needed to, I could sip some water, sober up quickly and leave.
As I was thinking this, I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye staring at me. He was standing with some people, but his eyes were defintely on me as he talked with them. I was too nervous to smile or even do anything. I turned back towards the bar, softly biting my lip.
The bartender returned and handed me my beer. I reached out for it, and he defintely stroked my hand slightly as I took the beer. It made me blush. I felt a little giddy.
"That'll be five dollars sweetie," he said, smiling still. Wow, a guy just called me sweetie. A hot one too. My cock pulsed a bit as I started to reach down, towards my wallet to pay. But just then, a hand reached in front of me, and landed on the bar.
"Actually, I'll take care of that." I turned towards the voice. It was the same guy who was just staring at me. He looked so much more handsome up close. His thick jawline, short black hair. He had a jacket over his shirt, but I could still make out strong, defined shoulders. This guy was ripped.
"Oh, ok," The bartender smiled at the man, taking a ten dollar bill from him. "Oh for me? Wow, thank you!" He took the ten and bounced away, towards the cash register.
It dawned on me that someone had just paid for my drink. I never thought this would happen, from another guy much less. Without asking for an invite, he straddled the stool next to me, sitting so close that his leg touched mine. I thought about moving slightly, but I didnt. I just sat there and let it happen, his leg pushing against mine.
"Hey, I'm Mike," he said, in a manly, soothing voice, a different tone than he just had with the bartender. He held out his hand for me to shake it.
I forgot how to act for a moment, before extending my hand and feeling him grasp it. He held my hand tightly as we shook, only for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity.
"Hi, I'm T-Tyler," I said to him, my once deep voice sounding strangely high pitched and squeaky now. He laughed slightly and rested his hands back on the bar, his one hand gripping (what looked like) a mixed drink.
"New here?" he asked, lifting his drink to his mouth and sucking on the straw. God, he had thick lips.
"Yeah, you can tell?" I asked, also sipping on my beer. Wow, it tasted so cold and refreshing right now.
"Oh yeah," he smiled. "Not that I come to these places often. Just a thing with some mutual friends. And I happen to be gay, so." He laughed again.
I laughed too, taking another sip from my beer, feeling my cock continue to pulse in my tight pants.
"No need to be nervous or anything, we're all here for the same thing." And when he said this, he brought his hand down, plafully patting my leg, then giving it a squeeze, up above my knee.
His hand on my leg sent shivers down my back. He was just a few inches from my hardening cock. Oh god.
"That's good," was all I could think to say, my eyes going from him, back to the bar. His hand lingered on my leg for a few more seconds before he took it off, our legs still touching, sort of rubbing together now as he moved around in his bar stool.
"How's your drink, cutie?" He asked me, sipping on his mixed drink. C-cutie?? Oh gosh. That was two compliments now, from two different guys. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. My cock began to swell from all the attention.
"Its... so good," I said, bringing it to my lips and gulping down more of the frothy beer. We both sat there for a few more seconds, just sipping our drinks, feeling the tension between us.
"You smoke, by chance?" he asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket.
"Yeah, unfortunately," I joked, pulling out a pack of smokes as well.
"Well come on then, bring your drink. Let's go to the patio. I really need a smoke, for some reason," and he laughed, taking my hand in his, leading me away from the bar. I couldn't believe it. He only held onto my hand for a short while, leading me in the right direction, but it felt incredible, sparks flying in my head from something as small as my hand being touched. God, I was more sensitive than I realized.
We had to make our way past the dance floor to get to the patio. I turned my head for a second, but it seemed like every guy who was dancing was being groped, or groping. The dancing was hot, and close up. I didn't want to stare, so I quickly looked away, back towards Mike.
"Hot dancing huh? We should totally hit the dance floor once we finish these," he said, shaking his drink.
