There was a light drizzle covering his windshield and clouding his view of the new dance club that had just opened in the industrial park. When he first saw the signs, he thought that maybe they were adding yet another peeler parlour to a small city that was already over run with strip bars and exotic dance clubs. The rumour was though, that this place was definitely not one of those, but a place that was much different and new to this town. The buzz about this new venue was that it was a gay and bi friendly bar for dancing and socializing.
From his vantage point across the road, John could see a few ladies going into the place, but the main clientele so far appeared to be male. Since He had never been with another man but wanted to try, he thought about coming out and looking over the talent, so to speak. He liked what he saw walking through those doors.
John was a good-looking guy. He had always had a girlfriend and found it easy enough to attract women when he wasn't with anyone. Now he wanted to see how other guys would view him. He worked on a construction site, so his physique was always in naturally good shape. Well toned but not overly muscular.
With a sigh, he turned off his trucks engine, pulled up his collar, slipped on a baseball cap and exited into the rain. As he directed his body towards the inviting doors, he pocketed his keys and hunched over against the rain that was suddenly driving down a little harder then it was just seconds before. He only paused for a moment at the door to ask himself, "Are we really sure about this?" before grabbing the handle and throwing the heavy oak door wide open to allow himself entry.
Once inside with the pouring rain but a memory behind him, he took a quick look around to see if his wild imagination was anywhere close to what the truth may be. Well the reality was he was totally off base on this one. No gay orgies going on in the dark corners. Guys were dancing together on the dance floor, but the beat was an upbeat dance tune, not a slow grinding song that would have the patrons of the establishment having wild passionate sex on the dance floor. In fact, if he didn't know what this place was reputed to be, then he would have assumed that he had walked into just another regular dance club.
As he stood just inside the doors surveying his surroundings, John noticed that the music was still playing, but the din of conversation had quieted down a little. As he looked around he began to notice that other faces, both male and female, were now looking at him. He hoped they all liked what they saw.
He picked out a vacant spot on the bar, and stripped off his soaking wet ball cap and coat as he crossed the floor. He saw the eyes of the room follow him to the spot where he ordered a pint of Guinness from the bartender. His philosophy for beer was "if it ain't black, send it back." He wondered if that might work for other things as well. The first mouthful felt good going down. When he put down his beer, he noticed a hook under the bar to hang his wet coat and cap. This was a much better spot then still in his arms.
The beer seemed to help him relax a bit. He turned around where he stood and surveyed the room. The eyes he met he smiled at, and their faces smiled back at him. He figured this was a good sign. Nearing the end of his first beer, he felt a body slide up to the bar beside him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a bright face smiling down at him. Standing at 5' 10" the body attached to this face, must have been about 6' 3," with long dark hair in contrast to his light reddish blond hair. The mouth attached to the face started to speak, "That beer is looking a little low. Here," and with that, the fellow bar supporter handed him another Guinny. "My name is Dan." He said extending his hand to John.
"Nice to meet you, my name is John and thank you very much for the beer." John replied as he stuck his hand out towards this friendly stranger to shake hands.
"I've never seen you in here before. Are you new to the area? Or just a first timer"
"Just a first timer." replied John as he took a swig of the new pint. "Actually, first time for pretty much everything here tonight."
A sudden glint came into Dan's eyes. "Well in that case, come with me and meet my friends." And with that, Dan turned on his heels and was heading over towards the booths on the far side of the dance floor. John grabbed his damp stuff from under the bar along with his beer and headed out in pursuit of the elusive Dan. He caught up with him just as Dan was arriving at one of the booths. In the booth sat one other guy and a girl.
"Okay folks, this here is John," explained Dan to the couple. "John, this is Randy and Jen. We have all been friends since grade school together and we can usually be found together wherever we go."
"Nice to meet both of you" greeted John as he shook both of their hands. Dan then motioned for him to slide in beside Jen, and then he followed John.
After a few moments of chatting, John was starting to feel pretty comfortable about the small group and started to relax a little more. The conversation started to cover everything they could think of and after a couple of hours of talking dancing and drinking, they were all getting along like old friends.
As the bar signalled last call and the fact that it would be closing soon, the group paid off their tab and started to leave together. "Well, said Jen, I'm not finished partying yet, How about we take our new friend and this party back to our place Randy?"
"Sounds good to me," replied Randy. "Dan, I'll ride with John here to show him the way and we'll meet you two back there."