How did I end up here? A few hours ago I was in the local gay bar socializing and getting drinks from just about every guy there. Having never been to a gay bar before, I was surprised by all the attention I was getting.
My name is Joe, I'm 26 but I look ten years younger than I am. Which trust me can be annoying sometimes. The last thing I remember clearly was standing at the bar chatting with a 40 something man. Stan? Steve? I'm not sure. He was quite handsome though. When I think of him, I get the sense that he was very well endowed.
My head is killing me, I thought. Sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk. Is this my first hangover?
Here's what happened. At least, from what I remember...
[FLASHBACK - 3 Hours earlier.]
It was roughly 6:00pm. The parking lot was largely empty, so I pulled my grey Ford Taurus into one of the front spots.
I was nervous walking up to the door of the bar. Not even to the door I heard load music blaring. After pulling the door open, I was greeted by a cute Mexican guy in his early 20's maybe.
"Welcome to Charlie's!" He said, with a light Spanish accent. "Can I see your ID please?"
"Sure." I said, pulling out my wallet from my back pocket. "I promise I'm twenty-six."
"Really? You look like you're only nineteen or twenty." Said the cute Mexican guy.
"Thank you. I'm Joe." I introduced myself, handing him my driver's license.
After briefly glancing at my license, he says, "Alright Joseph. I'm Gabriel. If you need anything just ask."
"Thank you, Gabriel." I said.
Looking around the open space, I saw the wrap around bar, with about 20 stools at it. Since it was fairly early there was only 5 guys sitting at the bar. I noticed 3 were ogling me. I smile and nod energetically.
"Welcome to Charlie's." Said the bartender. "Can I get you anything?"
"Um, nothing right now. Thanks." I said.
I walked to the back of the bar, and settled onto an empty bench. I remember looking anxiously around the bar. It was sparsely crowded but it wasn't too bad. In total I'd say there was about 25 guys there.
Unexpectedly, one of the men from the wrap around bar walked up to me and said, "Hi there cutie." His voice was deep and kind of intimidating.
"Hi." I replied, my voice shaky.
"Is this spot taken?"
"No, sir. Please have a seat."
He eased his masculine body onto the bench. He was dressed in old torn blue denim jeans, a white tang top, and regular shoes. I could tell he worked out and probably lifted weights. He held two drinks in his hands.
"I'm Scott." He said. "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered you a drink." Scott offered me one of the glasses.
"Thank you, sir. But I don't drink." I told him.
"I figured." Scott said. "This is a ginger ale. Its what I had when I first started drinking."
I accepted the drink and shook Scott's hand. "Thank you."
Scott took a fast swig of his drink and downed it with a tilt of his head. I mimicked his motions as I drank my ale.
"So, what's a cute boy like you doing here?" Scott asked.
"Oh, just visiting family here. I'm from out of town." I said.
"Where are you from?"
"Dallas, Texas." I lied.
Scott nodded. "I like the weather there. I was there a few years ago."
Scott scooted closer to me and wrapped his thick muscle arm over my shoulders. In my pants, I left my dick stiffen. I tried to hide it by folding my hands over my lap and crossing my legs.
"You're kind of jumpy." Scott observed.
"I'm just nervous. This is my first time in a gay bar." I said.
