“Looks like everyone here is a dude” I said.
“Yeah. It’s a gay bar” the bartender responded. “Strictly gay” he said with a smirk making me choke.
“You brought me to a gay bar?” I asked, shocked since Kyle knew my hatred for homosexuals.
“What’s with the twink?” Asked the bartender.
“You don’t wanna know” Kyle chuckled.
“What the fuck did he just call me?” I growl at them.
“You don’t wanna know”.
I was angry, shocked and scared. I didn’t want to be in a gay bar of all places. What if they heard about what I did and decided to hurt me back? What if they were just like them? Oh no! They were all the same. Outcasts, misfits, sinners, bad people. Why in God’s name did Kyle bring me here?
It was then that I noticed one of the guys on the stage, looking at me intensely. He was dancing, a bit erotically if I may add and boy, did it get him some money. I mean, from where I was seated, I could see some old men touching him, fondling his ass, and placing some money into his jockstrap. I didn’t find it disgusting, I just thought it was an okay thing to do. Which by the way, was very scary for me. I gulped when the guy winked at me and motioned me over with his finger whiles smirking. No way.
I chugged down the rest of my cocktail which by the way was totally amazing but I didn’t care right now. I so didn’t want to get beaten up. I asked for another cocktail whiles glaring at both of them.
“Here” he smiled at me. I took it without looking up at him and chugged it all down.
“You look like you’re running from a ghost”.
“Don’t fucking talk to me”
“What’s got you so worked up baby?”
Baby? Did he just fuck call me baby? I’m not a faggot. Then why did that make me happy inwardly. Not that I’d ever admit it. I’m not a faggot.
I turned away from him to look at Kyle. He wasn’t there. ‘Okay, no. He did not just leave me in a gay bar’.
“Where’s the guy I came with?”
I looked at him confused. “Yeah. How do you know him? We came to look for someone”.
“None of your business fag” I say without thinking and wince when the people around me, including the bartender gasp.
“You idiot” someone shouts making me flinch and look up. The bartender was holding the guy back even though I just insulted him. I could tell he was pissed but I was too busy looking for ways to get out of here to care.
After he got the guy settled, he turned to look at me. “It’s my fucking business because my brother would not just bring anyone here. You’re going to tell who the hell you are before I get your stupid ass thrown out of here”.
I flinched back in fear at his words and looked down at my laps. “I’m Aiden” I whispered.
“I should have known. Kyle told me about you” he said with disgust in his voice and at that moment, I hated myself for everything I had said to him. It was then that the realization hit me. Oh.
“Nice to meet ya, Kyle’s friend” Brian said but I knew it was forced. He only said that because Kyle was my friend. He extended his hands to mine. I was hesitant at first but I took it anyway. I was shocked at how soft and yet manly, Brian’s hands felt. It sent shivers down his spine.
Brian squeezed my hands a bit and smiled at me. I felt a tiny bit better and looked up at him. He was staring so intensely at me making my dick harder. I was fucking getting turned on by a man, in a gay bar. What was this world coming to? I gulped and took my hand away from his quickly.
“So” he began, rubbing his palms together. “Are you willing to tell me why you guys are here on a school night?”
“Uh- um” I stuttered. He spoke with so much authority that I wanted to cower in a corner away from him. But it also made me want to lie down and let him have his way with me. Totally. Also, the tent in my pants was far too noticeable and I could feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“You came to look for me didn’t you?”
“Yes. Now I think I would be going” I replied when I saw Kyle coming from the bathroom. I sighed. I really wanted to get away from this place. The fact that the bartender was making me uncomfortable was stressing me out. I could feel him checking me out like a vulture looking at its prey. And I really wanted to do something about the situation in my slacks.
Kyle looked rugged and his hair was messy. His lips looked swollen and his shirt was crumpled. Maybe he was getting busy at the girl side, I thought. It would have been nice if he invited me though. That jackass.
Without saying a thing to Brian, I grabbed Kyle by his wrist and dragged him out of the place. I felt eyes looking at me but I decided to ignore them. We got into Kyle’s truck and headed back to his house. It was about thirty to midnight when we finally got there. I sighed in relief once he got the door opened.
I was a bit annoyed that he didn’t tell me why the hell he took me to a gay bar. Okay, wait. I knew why but the question was, why didn’t he tell me before? He knew my problem with them and frankly, I would have appreciated it if he gave me some sort of warning, as a best friend would. But knowing Kyle, he probably doesn’t see it as a big deal. After all, he talks to that low life called Niall.
I glared at him once we got to his room and all he did was chuckle. He fucking chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him. My hard on had subsided now, thank God but I really wanted to sleep. I borrowed a sweater from Kyle and kept on my boxers.
However, and I hate that word, I couldn’t sleep that night. My mind kept going back to how Brian looked at me with those blue eyes. His lips were so plump, pink and kissable and I cursed myself for having such thoughts. It was so gay to even notice the colour of another boy’s eyes and not to talk of the bulge that was growing in my boxers.
I felt uncomfortable. I remembered how soft Brian’s hands felt against mine and I had this weird feeling of wanting them to hold me. To hold me so tight and never let go. To have those hands all over my body, making me squirm. Oh God! That would be pure bliss. It would be so fucking amazing to have the feeling on Brian’s mouth going down on me and oh no. I did not just do that!
“I’m going crazy” I mumbled to himself. “This is so wrong, and I’m not. I’m not gay”.
I sat up on the bed and looked over at Kyle who was facing the wall. He looked so peaceful as if there was nothing to worry about. I got up to get a bottle of water from the fridge downstairs.
I heard some muffled voices once I got to the bottom of the stairs. I looked over at the living room, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on and where the voices were coming from.
Well, those weren’t just voices. There was Brian, with some other guy that I didn’t know, on top of each other, sharing moans of pleasure. Brian was laying beneath the boy and I knew exactly what was going on.
What bothered me was the fact that I didn’t feel disgusted by it at all. In fact, I was aroused. My boxers grew tighter. What I honestly did feel was jealousy. I was jealous of the guy Brian was with. I wanted to be that guy. I wanted to be the one to sit on him and give him the pleasure that he was obviously getting. I wanted to be the one to have Brian inside of me. It bothered me though. It bothered me that i was thinking about all these things when I shouldn’t.
“Ugh!” I grumbled. I rushed up the stairs and into Kyle’s bathroom. “I’m not gay. I’m not gay. I am not gay!” I repeated, trying to reassure myself that whatever I was feeling was just a phase. To be honest, I was beginning to doubt my words.
I looked down at the bulge in my boxers. I bit my bottom lip. I hadn’t done it in a long time, and this was just one time. But was it worth it? I mean, I just got turned on by two guys having sex and I also wanted it. Sighing, I sat on the toilet seat and began to think of my grandma who was dead and gone. I’m so sorry grandma. I can’t do that to her. It’s so wrong. She’s old and related to me and besides, she’s dead.
By the time I opened my eyes, my previously hard cock was soft again. With a relieving sigh, I got up and made my way back to Kyle’s bed. He was snoring peacefully making me roll my eyes. If only he knew the kind of confusion, I was going through.
I lifted the covers and climbed into the bed. Then I remembered that I didn’t get the water I wanted. Fuck Brian and his stupid boyfriend. I wasn’t going to go back there so I just sucked it up and laid down. It didn’t take long for me to start dozing.
I licked my lips as he kept poking me with his big dick. It was so big. I mean, way bigger than me. Hell, I was wondering how he was going to fit if we decided to do it right now.
I lowered my hands to waist band of my boxers before slowly sliding in and grabbing my hard cock. I began to stroke myself slowly, whiles rubbing my ass on Brian’s dick. The feeling of him between my ass cheeks had me leaking pre cum.
“Yeah baby” I moaned when he started dry humping me. For the first time in my life, I hated boxers. I wished I could just get it out of the way and have him so deep within me. It would be the best feeling ever.
I didn’t even notice I was going faster. All of a sudden, he turned me over and kissed me so deeply. I hissed and he took that as an opportunity and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as our tongues battled for dominance. He won of course and I had no choice but to totally submit to him.
I moaned as he placed soft kisses on my neck. He bit, sucked and licked over that sweet spot before doing it all over again. I was a moaning mess when he grabbed me with his soft and manly hands.
Before I knew it, he was going down on me. I felt my eyes roll back when he took me so far up his mouth, taking me completely. Then he licked my tip before sucking it.
“Yea baby, right there” I moaned.
“Aiden?” He called.
“Brian” I answered before slowly opening my eyes to see Kyle smiling down at me.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed and landed flat on my ass as I fell to the ground. “Ouch!” That was painful. I looked up at Kyle and he had this mischievous smirk on his face.
“Oh fuck Brian. Harder! Harder!” He moaned loudly making my face go up in flames.
“YOU BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I SHOVE MY DICK DOWN YOUR SMIRKHOLE” I shouted as I ran after him around the room.
“YES BABY! RIGHT THERE” He said, swaying his hips and rushing to the bathroom before I could get to him.
I sat back on the bed as the dream or perhaps, the situation I was in got to me. It was pretty much simple. But was I going to accept it? Oh definitely not. The question though was why? What was so wrong about having a wet dream about another dude?
To be honest, I didn’t know what was going on with me and it was kind of freaking me out. I didn’t want to be gay. Is that even a choice? Well, I knew I wasn’t gay so what did all of this mean?