Straight Guy In Gay Bar Novels & Stories

💦Last Call, First Fuck💦 “Another whiskey sour, handsome. Make it strong.” I leaned over the sticky bar in my tight little red dress, pushing my tits up so they nearly spilled out. The Austin dive bar was almost empty. It was just me, the cocky bartender, and a couple of drunks in the corner. Jax grinned as he looked me up and down. Tall, tattooed, messy dark hair, and a smile that screamed trouble. His black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and the way his jeans hung low made my mouth water.

“I’ll get you a new one.” “Don’t bother Dax. Jesus. Let’s go.” “You know the guys are going to be all over you. Men love a good looking rock chick.” I roll my eyes, “Doubtful. I’m at The Bar nearly every night; the only men that go there are sleazy singles who are easily distracted by boobs while the rest are gay or with a date.” “Hey” “You know you're sleazy.” He looks at me thoughtfully and shakes his head, “You should let loose a little tonight.”

I'm not dum or blind, I know that the walking sex on sticks from out side have had their eyes on her from the second she sat down, I also know this because I hear the bartenders talking about the open tab for our drinks. You see as a gay man on the hostel streets of Huston you tend to pick up on things other normally wouldn't, like for example. The two men who have been eye fucking my friend from the top balcony are most likely the owners of the club. They along with the majority of their male staff are packing heat, and are not the type to ask nicely when they tell you to do something.

Krystal's resolute nod reinforced our commitment to follow his advice, understanding the necessity of maintaining a low profile in this volatile Following Krystal's lead, I followed her towards the bar, the familiar strains of Bob Seger's "Main Street" resonating through the air. The choice of music only confirmed what I had already suspected – we were indeed in a biker bar. In my mind, Fat Bob had always been associated with images of Harley-Davidsons, cold beers, and Tom Cruise's infamous underwear dance. Little did I know that tonight, I would be adding toothy strippers to that rather eclectic mental picture.

I knew this was a backward society, but I hadn’t expected to see something this primitive. I turned back to the barman. “Help me get these men naked.” Which was the first time I’d ever said that. Yes, I’m sure. “And you,” I pointed at the kid, “how well do you know those guys downstairs?” Little Chicken looked confused. “Well enough to want to help them out of this mess?” He nodded. “Then take your clothes off.” Despite what you might think, a gay gangbang was not part of my plan. But I did have a possible way out of this predicament and the others seemed to sense it. At least, they did as I said without wasting time to ask questions.

My exposed thighs and my open back attracted more attention to me and their eyes lingered a bit as I reached the bar, turning my back to the public and showing them a hint of the tattoo on my lower back. The bartender smiled as his eyes met mine, and I gave him a small smile in return. Joe and I have been bar friends since I first knew how to drink, and he always made me feel at home in a club filled with thirsty men. I sighed as I leaned on the bar top, feeling stressed even though I just started the night. "What's got you looking down, Belle?" He asked as he mixed my order rapidly. I didn't even need to tell him what I wanted, he knew my taste like he knew how to mix drinks. Too bad he's g

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

“Have fun, lad.” “I will.” Pushing a smile, I put my ID back and stepped in as more people came forward. The second I entered the bar, my eardrum practically bled. The loud music from the speaker boomed as bodies rocked to the beat. I blinked, getting my eyes accustomed to the low light as my gaze went around, looking for a familiar mass of ginger hair. Looking to the right, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. I thought nothing was wrong when I noticed there were only men on the dance floor. However, when I saw two by the corner, eating each other's faces, I realised something. I was in a freaking gay bar!

As we entered, many girls' eyes were on us, some even danced their way toward us. "Wow, you two are both strong," the ladies complimented us. "Sorry, girls, I'm taken, but he's single," Jaxon said, selling me out. "What do you say, sir? One night? We can go all night if you want," a stripper said as she played with my collar, but Jaxon signaled me to dance our way to the bar, where we both ordered shots of gin. "Hello, Tony Steunfied," Jaxon said, initiating a conversation.

“Burgers, beer, and ass, you in?” “Yeah, I’m in,” He nods. “Do you have a fake ID?” I ask as we get in my car. “I don’t need one, I’m 22,” he gets in the passenger seat. “Cool,” I start driving and find a bar where I see woman coming in and out. “Sir, you don’t want this one,” Jason says. “Why?” I ask, checking my hair. “It’s a gay bar,” he points to a flag in the window.