Straight Guy In Gay Bar Novels & Stories

On my first day at the villa, the production team hands me a mission card. I read it. "Welcome to 'Where's the Straight Guy?', a reality show where 12 male contestants will be living together for one month. Only one of them is straight, while the others are gay. Every week, two people will be voted out. If the hidden straight guy makes it to the end, he'll win ten million dollars." I'm at a loss for words for a few seconds after I finish reading. Then, I look up at the director. "Your team does know what the words 'male contestant' mean, right?" The director looks me over—my short hair, black hoodie, chest hidden under a sports bra, and my five-foot-nine height—then checks the applicatio

The bar was crowded when I got there, and for a bar quite popular, it was legit an orgy gay bar because why are naked man flapping cocks around and even having sex. I shook my head and concentrated in looking for him. I pushed through the room scanning faces, my heart beating faster than the walk should have warranted. Well, I can’t blame me, the sight before me would send any sane person to a state of unconciousness. It took an ten extra minutes to find him. He was on a low settee in the back corner, one arm draped along the top of it, a cigarette between two fingers of his other hand along with a glass that had mostly emptied itself.

MR GAY AND I CHAPTER FOUR - Is He The One? Kylie walked into the bar and went straight to the bartender. "Hi, what do you want me to give you" The bartender said with a big smile. "Hi.. I'm looking for someone. I don't know if you can help me find him." Kylie asked politely. "Of course, just say the name" The man smiled again in admiration. "Scott Anderson. He comes here often" Kylie said and smiled.

My lips tingled, swollen, and he smirked like he’d just won some kind of prize. “You’re insufferable,” I whispered, but I kissed him again anyway, quick, before shoving him back toward his seat. We finally made it to the bar, parked, and walked in, only for me to immediately freeze. Rainbow lights. Music thumping softly. Flags and posters. “Oh my god,” I muttered under my breath. “It’s a gay bar.” Dante arched a brow at me, totally unbothered. “And?” “And we just made out in the car before walking into a gay bar,” I whispered. “We’re literally the stereotype.”

I make a guilty face but nod my head nonetheless. While I was driving to the club on my Yamaha Bike, I noticed the lack of people this early in the evening. Might as well wait inside and have a couple of drinks. Sipping on draft beer, I check the time and it was around 7:30. I have to be home by eleven and sleep for my schedule tomorrow. If was 9:20, and I was beginning to lose my patience. Club Red ain't giving me hope anymore. Just when I thought of leaving and following my curfew, a silhouette from the entrance of the bar makes a grand entrance with her best friend. It's him. The gay guy who is hot enough to swoon any straight male over here.

The bartender began cleaning glasses and placing them in front of us. "Welcome, man! Damn, who's this beauty? I was just joking earlier; I didn't think you'd take it so seriously and actually bring a girl," the bartender said. It was evident from his body language that he was gay, and there seemed to be a connection between him and the guy I was with.

There was nothing I would not do for my boss. Now, going back to the question of what the bar was which Garrett had been asking, I smiled. "It was okay. Just a place where people with odd tastes come to chill." I said to him, "Odd taste?" He asked me. "Yes. It was a gay bar. Anything was allowed so long as you didn't attract the cops or trouble." I said as I went to place more things in the wardrobe. "Sounds interesting. So what about you, Jace, did you have odd tastes?" He asked me.

"You and your little crew can go back to whatever ghetto bar you crawled out of." The air went still. José's jaw tightened for a moment. Then he laughed once,. "Hear that, boys? A little rich girl thinks she's too good for us." One of the bigger bikers, a white guy with a shaved head, grabbed my arm. "Inside. Now." I yanked my hand back. "Get your filthy hands off me—" He shoved me through the door. The bar smelled like smoke, leather, and sweat. Pool tables, neon signs, and at least eight more men turned to stare. The door slammed shut behind us.

I ordered another round of drinks for everyone, glad that the bartender remembered what they were drinking, and he gave me a questioning look. “You’re not gay, are you?” he asked me. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him, as I paid for the round of drinks. “Yeah,” he said, with a chuckle. “But my friend is gay enough for the both of us,” I said, and he looked at Jace. “That he is,” he said, and wiped the counter as I took my beer. I handed Jace his drink, and went back to the bar. I sat down on the last chair and leaned against the wall as I watched people dance and drink. I was positive Jace and Justin were hitting it off by the way they were talking and laughing.