My watch registered 4 30. I had just changed out of light blue hospital scrubs into jean shorts and Navy-blue teeshirt. "Navy" is emblazoned in big gold letters across the chest showing pride in having served my country.
Anyway, I walked out onto my third-floor balcony overlooking the concrete walkway and a lawn. Further out is an area of mulch with some young tree and bushes. I flipped the tab off a cold beer, took a big gulp then set it down on the table so I could light a cigarette.
My cell phone rang in my left pocket. It's a video call. My friend Joann Kent is on screen visible down to her shoulders.
"Happy Birthday," she said.
"Thanks."
"Were there a lot of patients (MRI) today?"
"No more than usual," I replied.
"We girls want to take you out tonight."
"Where did you have in mind?"
"Some place where we can ogle hot men," she replied.
I gave a nod with a grin.
Jo and I had known one another since highschool. A compassionate friend, she had been the person to whom I came out, even before coming out to my family and guy friends.
She's an attractive girl, no doubt about it. She has a slightly upturned nose, thin coral lips, and blue eyes. Sandy blond hair frames a heart-shaped face and touches the tops of her breasts. She stands 5' 6" tall.
If I was straight I would definitely jump on her bones. I recall a straight friend back in high school days urging me to "nail" her. "She's got Killer boobs", he had said.
The hour was close to 9 o'clock when Jo and I, her friends Sally and Tricia came into the dimly lit, popular strip club. The clientelle turned out to be exactly as I expected, all women. Those sitting close to the stage were cheering, stuffing dollar bills into speedos and encouraging the dancers with catcalls and whistles. His speedos came off giving viewers fortunate enough to have front row seats a closeup view of a swinging dick.
There are as many women at strip clubs as there are men. I soon noticed that I'm the only guy here. I can't be the only gay man in Atlanta.
The four of us took a table behind the seats along the edge of the stage. I locked my eyes immediately onto a toned dude with a dark-brown buzz cut and neat beard. Nothing or nobody else mattered for the next several minutes.
He is so hot!! He can jump on my bones anytime. I wonder what his name is. Can I contact him?
A waiter stopped at our table.
"Would anyone like to order a drink?"
"Michelob please, in a glass."
The strikingly handsome dude has black hair, brown eyes and full lips. A tight black t-shirt accentuates his toned pecs.
The three girls with me also ordered beers.
My eyes followed his ass for a few steps.
Another hot dude walked onto the stage seconds after the first one departed. This one had black hair. He is somewhat beefier than the man on stage before him.
My three companions were no less excited than me at seeing one hunky dude after another thrust his pelvis, sway his ass and swing his dick.
By this time the table is hiding my sexual arousal. A gay man who hasn't had sex in a while can't help but get a boner in a place such as this.
Maybe later tonight I should jerk off.
We had only stayed for four performances and limited our booze consumption to just two beers each. The beer is not cheap. Besides that, two of us have to drive.
Millions of stars twinkled overhead in a black sky. Jo made an observation about Astrology.
"Orion the Hunter is out this time of year. There are Betelgeuse and Rigel."
She pointed at the former, waved her finger and stopped it at the latter.
Not a big fan of astrology, I let the remark pass.
A short walk brought us to her Honda parked just two lanes from the building. We had just exited the parking lot when she asked, "did you like your birthday gift."
"Is was good show. The blond guy, the last guy we saw, was awesome cute."
"He excited you didn't he."
Her eyes went to my lap.
