Straight Guy In Gay Bar Novels & Stories

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.

I thanked him walking towards Seth when a hand touched my arm. I looked around and saw a guy with a leather collar around his neck with a leather strap attached to it. No shirt, no pants just a short tight black boxers. He was shorter than me and slim too. He smirked at me. "Wanna dance?" He yelled over the music "No thanks!" I yelled back about to walk away. "What's a guy like you doing in a gay club if you're not gay?" He asked "I'm not here to party with random guys. I'm partying with my boyfriend," I said walking off.

I simply liked his hole so much that I felt like I could bury my dick inside every day and grind him inside me without leaving behind a single bone. "Handsome, do you want to get a room with me?" An arm wrapped around my waist and a coy voice sounded in my ears. I frowned, my expression showing my disgust. I already knew this was a gay bar, but I hadn't expected anyone to be so stupid. I grabbed the hand around my waist__"Scram," I coldly spat before throwing the coquettish idiot away. Seeing the unhealthy look of the omegas in the room and their drooling expression whenever they stared at my body, I felt very uncomfortable and wanted to walk faster until a particular smell wafted in my nos

And that was when things reached She kissed Trish goodbye on her cheek and walked out into the cold night. As she drove, she kept her eyes on the street urchins in dirty vests, jackets and grimy denim pants, smoking cigars and pot. And the The club was not a strip club just somewhere for professionals and working class to relax and wind off. She floated to the bar counter and took a stool. She groaned as she sat. The barman was a large man with a large pleasant smile, with plump, sweaty hairy arms. A heavy mustache and a side burn adorned his cheeks and upper lip.

I smirk and drink again. “Hey there, you look new. I don’t see you here often.” I raise my brows as a man approach me. “I don’t know you either and I don’t think I have the intentions of getting to know you.” He laugh as I said that. “I’m gay honey. No need to worry I’m not hitting on you. I’m just trying to be nice.” My mouth turned O after he said that. We’ll that’s kind of embarrassing. “Well good for me then. Do you mind keeping the boys out? I don’t need them and they’re just a bunch of idiot that only wants your body.” I said that he immediately agreed to.

**** The other boys were lost in the crowd as Jericho took me to a spot, a bar actually. "It's his first time." He said to the bartender. A smirk crossed the young man's features and he turned around mixing a few things. I tore my gaze watching the rest. Many were drinking, those who weren't danced like their feet wouldn't hurt. A few were making out at the corner. "This would make all your problems go away." The bartender and Jericho shared a cackle. They do love laughing. I scoffed in disbelief, grabbing the glass taking it all in one gulp.

I will prove it by leaving here tonight without kissing or sleeping with any man. “Let me buy you a drink,” the man continues to push his luck. I don't pay him any attention. My eyes wander through the bar and land on a pair of green eyes. I gulp down. How drunk can I be that I'm seeing things now? That's a pair of green eyes I will never forget. They even hunt me in my dreams. That's how much I hate them. But these particular green eyes can't belong to him, right? What can he be doing in a gay bar? He's straight or bi? I heard he fuck guys too. But still, he doesn't look like someone who will be in a place like this.

“Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.” I snort into my whiskey despite everything, the whiskey burning less than the embarrassment. These people are insane. And for some reason, I’m starting to feel right at home. The door swings open and Echo strolls in like he just got back from a spa day instead of hours of police interrogation for kidnapping me. His hair’s a little messy, shirt untucked, but that grin, wide, unhinged, and way too pleased with himself, lights up the entire bar. He looks like a man who talked his way out of hell and got a lollipop on t

“He should be up on that stage dancing if it wasn’t for that one leg. He’s way prettier than those strippers.” I breathe deeply, my jaw tight. Assholes like him think they can do whatever they want because they’re in a gay bar. It’s a fucking trap—a way to push you into reacting and getting yourself into trouble. I keep my cool and turn to leave, but before I can take another step, one of them grabs my waist and pulls me down onto his lap. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell, trying to shove him off me. “Hey, stay still!” he slurs, his breath reeking of alcohol. “You fell on my lap, not the other way around. Don’t act like I dragged you here.”

“You know, when I first got my brace off… I fucked everything with a pulse.” Ryder wound his arms around Jax’s neck, genuinely curious now. “Guys too?” “Yeah. A few.” Jax paused, then added, “The ‘straight’ guys would always pretend not to know me the next day. I didn’t really give a shit, but if they pissed me off any more than that, I’d make sure I fucked their girlfriends too.” Ryder laughed again, stroking the short hairs at the back of Jax’s neck. “That’s why you kept calling me a ‘curious straight guy?’”