Straight Guy In Gay Bar Novels & Stories

that's right, I did something bad so I can't blame him for why he's looking at me like that-- come on, he doesn't care if Trixie is crying. "I didn't mean it, I was just joking--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he scolded me. This gay man is strong! I'm already doubting if Ken is really gay, maybe I'll get slapped and tweaked by him but what he's doing is sh*t! He's acting like a real man, dude!

That should have been the first place I looked before anywhere else. Upon reaching the gay club, I gained easy access, and the place was teeming with men either dancing in one corner or kissing in another. It was filled to the brim, and as I walked past a few guys, they whistled at me, and one even went as far as to put their hands on me. I pushed my way through, trying Cody's number as I hadn't seen him anywhere. If he wasn't there, then it meant the bar was the only place left. I remembered that when he called, there was loud music from there, which couldn't be a regular bar unless the human way of partying was different. I heaved a deep sigh when I didn't catch any sight of him anywhere a

His husky voice is laced with concern. “I’m not the strange one, you are.” Roy accuses. There! He finally told him, his courage fuelled by the alcohol burning in his system. “Roy Jordan, have you been drinking?” “What’s your business if I have?’ “Let’s just say I’m…curious. Where are you?” “In a bar.” “Which bar?” He sounds annoyed. “A gay bar in Louisiana.” “How are you getting home?” “I’ll find a way.” This conversation is not going how Roy expected.

He shook his head, ignored his uneasiness, and he walked straight to the bar, and greeted Brody. He was in luck, it looked like the bartender buddy, Remy, was not on shift and he was greeted by another bartender who gave him a friendly smile and they exchanged greetings for a few seconds. And when Brody heard Sloan's voice, the man looked at him with curiosity in his eyes. "Sloan? I didn't know..." "That I go to gay clubs?" his eyes darted to the bartender silently asking how many, and the guy smirked and told them that Brody shouldn't get into a taxi by himself.

Rick Jones, my boss, said the moment I entered through the back door of the bar. Rick was a good guy, he was only a few years older than me. He was a very handsome guy and someone I could see myself being with, if it weren’t for the fact, that he was gay. He didn’t act like he was, not that I would have cared either way.

He said, and then, realizing what I meant, he said, "Phew! What a waste! A girl like you!!" I didn't want to spoil his little fantasy by telling him I was straight, and that I just went there for the fun night out that it was, so I just laughed. We were there, and I got out, paid, and told him that I'd kiss a blonde for him. He muttered something appreciative and drove off. I entered the bar and was hit by the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. I aimed for the bar and ordered a drink. It was then I realized that there was a stripper busy doing her thing at the other side of the room. I got my drink and headed over to have a look.

And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back.

Of fucking course. I froze just inside the door, small and trembling, face burning hot. A few people looked up and then continued what they were doing. I turned to leave, already backing up like the coward I was. But when I did, I saw the thugs still lingering around. One of them made a gesture with their hand, calling me over. “Come. Over. Here. Pretty. Boy.” another mumbled this, slowly moving his lips so I could read them. My legs almost wobbled, fuck it, I was gay anyway, a gay bar couldn't be that bad?

I had never been this confrontational to a stranger in a strange place before. The bartender finally looked at me, “You really don't know where you are, do you?” he said as a small smug tugged at the corner of his lips. I frowned, my expression souring together “A bar. Obviously.” He gave a humorless laugh as he continued polishing the glass he held in slow, deliberate circles. “It’s a private sex club darling.” He continued his voice slightly darkened this time “And you? You’re in the wrong place.” “And you say that why?”

The Predicament was always filled with handsome faces, but what was happening tonight? These two guys were off the charts! In comparison to them, everyone present looked like spindly gargoyles. But what was happening between them? The atmosphere felt weird, like some sort of twisted love rectangle… Anna didn’t know how to handle the awkwardness in the air, sucked in a deep breath, and turned towards Liam. “Why are you here?” “I think I should be the one asking you that. This is a gay bar, or could it be…” He pulled out his words, eyes sweeping over the crowd and aiming in the direction of the bathrooms. “You’re here to relive the experience?”