I stood in front of the building and could hear the music coming from inside. I had thought about this many times, but had never mustered the courage (or something) to actually do it. I don't know why today was any different, but here I was. Each time I had completed my preparation ritual of complete shower, total body shave and meticulous hygiene habits. Before getting dressed in the insanely tight pair of jeans I bought in a moment of weakness for just this occasion, I slid into the black lace panties that felt wonderful against my smooth cock. I put on my pressed oxford shirt and sprayed on enough cologne to gag a horse. Each time, just as I turned to the corner to walk up to the bar, I chickened out at the last minute. But not tonight. Tonight I was going to go in and see if any of the men here found me worth their time. I took a deep breath to clear my head of doubts and walked in.
It was dark inside, which I kind of expected. Spying an opening at the bar, I headed over to have a seat. I didn't look at anyone directly, but took in the layout though my peripheral vision. There were all types of men here. I thought I saw a couple of them look at me when I walked in, but wanted to take things slowly. My stomach twitched and jumped from nerves, so I ordered a couple of shots of bourbon from the bartender who thankfully did not ask for I.D. or would have seen I was only nineteen. Even the bartender didn't seem too interested in me, so maybe this was going to be a total bust. The booze helped calm my nerves as I started to look around carefully. There were some huge, muscle-bound types that were a total turn off as well as some flaming, effeminate queens. Neither of which did anything for me. I was looking for someone built like me; tall and thin with a kind face.
My heart was racing as a guy would approach and offer to buy me a drink. I offered a polite no thank you to each one, since each one was unsettling in some way. After an hour and a half, I was starting to think this whole thing had been a really bad idea. So far, three huge guys and one queen had offered their attention, but they all were just not my type. I finished off the last shot I had paid for when I felt someone sit down next to me.
"You don't come here often, do you?" The person asked.
I turned to look upon my questioner, and found him sitting on the stool next to me. He was about my height, maybe one hundred sixty pounds with tussled blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was golden and deeply tanned and his smile was mesmerizing. I had never seen whiter teeth in my life. He introduced himself as Steven and reached out to shake my hand. As I offered my hand to his, he took it gently. I gauged him to be four or five years older than me, mid-twenties or there about.
"No... this is my first time coming here."
"I know. I know everyone who comes here. Can I buy you a drink?"
My heart fluttered. He was calm and cool, while I was a nervous wreck. He was exactly my type, and hot too. I kept telling myself over and over to calm down and not gush, but he had an effect on me that was overwhelming.
"I think I've had enough already." I replied, which was true. My head was starting to swim a little from the booze.
"Some coffee then...or would you prefer something else...." His voice trailed off, but the implications seemed clear to me.
I wasn't sure how to respond. Clearly, I was under his spell now, and I think he knew it. I stammered something about leaving.
"I tell you what, why don't you come back to my place for some coffee and we'll get to know each other a little better. Would that be okay with you?" He offered.
"Okay." I answered weakly, half hoping and half dreading where this could wind up.
As we walked to his car, I checked him out a little bit closer. He was six foot two, no more than one sixty for sure. His frame was thin but toned. He was something alright. We got into this car and passed idle small talk until we reached his apartment. He unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
"Steve, I...." I blurted out.
"What. What is it?"
"I....I've never done this before." I said.
It was mostly true. I had fantasized and used a slim vibrator before, but I'd never been with another man. Steve walked over and put his hand on my shoulder softly which made my nerves jump.
"I know, I can tell."
He caressed my shoulder for a moment, no doubt feeling my body tremble at his touch. I looked down, wondering where this would go. Steve lifted my chin gently with his hand and looked into my eyes.