It was our third night in New Orleans, and we decided that we were going to go see something we had never seen before. We were going to go to a male review at a local club that we had seen some flyers for.
We had dinner, took a shower and decided to go a bit early so that we could get a good seat. When we walked into the bar, it was probably about 70% men, and 30% women. It was definitely not a normal mix of folks. Looking around, we realized that this was a gay bar.
But still, we came to see the male review, so we found a table near the stage, and sat down. Knowing that I did not have to drive, I decided that tonight I was going to drink!
We had our first round, and were well into our second by the time the review started. Most of the guys were in their 20s, and all were in great shape. They paraded around the stage in various stages of dress, gradually becoming various stages of undress. While they did, I slid my hand between your legs, happy that you had on a dress and no underwear! For the next 30 minutes, I played with you, making you cum twice while we watched the 10 guys on stage get naked.
After they finally finished, you reached your hand between my legs and felt how rock hard I was. You asked me if seeing naked guys parading around was exciting me. I told you that just being around you was enough to excite me, and you told me ‘good answer’!
I decided that I needed to go to the bathroom and get rid of some beer…..so I got up and headed to the bathroom. I found out how much it sucks to be in a bar with mostly guys in it. There was a line.
It was probably about 15 minutes before I got back to the table. When I came back, I saw that our table had filled up. There was now 2 guys sitting with you. One was probably about 25, and I was pretty sure that he had been up on the stage a bit ago. You introduced him as Mike. The other guy looked to be a couple of years older, probably about 30 or so, and you introduced him as Jim.
You had a devilish look in your eye as you told me that you had bought me a shot while I was gone. You pushed a glass across the table to me and I looked at it. It was a bit over half full. I asked what it was, and you told me that it did not matter, just drink up. I looked at it and said that that was no shot, it was more like a triple shot at least. You just said….’so, drink up!’.
I decided what the hell, and grabbed it. I figured that if I drank it fast, it would be better. So I threw my head back and tried to drink it quick. I got it down, but after I did, I realized that it might have been gasoline or something. My throat was on fire and I felt like lava was running down my throat. It was strong!
You handed me my bottle of beer and told me to chase it. This time I did not argue. I drank down the last half of my beer. You watched me down the beer, and put your hand on my lap. Leaning over, you whispered into my ear…’lets go, I am so horny that if you don’t take me back to the room right now, we are going to have to fuck on the table!’
Not being one to argue with such a persuasive and well thought out argument, I agreed. We stood up, said goodbye to Mike and Jim and headed out of the bar.
About a block from our hotel, you said you needed to grab something to drink from the drug store on the corner. You told me to wait at the door, which was fine with me since the half a bottle sized shot you gave me was really starting to hit hard. After a couple of minutes, you came out with a few sports drinks and we headed to the hotel.