I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing in a place like this. My breathing was erratic, my heart was racing out of my chest, and my stomach was so full of butterflies I might throw up.
I was in a gay bar. Specifically, I was in a gay jazz club in San Antonio, having researched my options and decided that this one seemed kind of chill. Some of the others were more like dance clubs, which wasn’t really my vibe. A jazz club wasn’t exactly my vibe, either, but it didn’t intimidate the hell out of me so that’s where I’d chosen to go.
Not wanting to seem like a newbie, I went up to the bar and ordered a Shiner. That netted me a smirk, which I didn’t understand, but I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, because the guy who served me wasn’t wearing a shirt. In fact, he wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of sparkly shorts—and “shorts” might have been a stretch. His ass cheeks were hanging out, and even where his skin was covered, the shiny material withheld not a single detail about what was underneath.
Also, his nipples were pierced, which seemed important for some reason.
My throat had gone dry, so I downed a good third of the bottle.
“You new around here, honey?” the bartender asked, leaning forward. My eyes drifted to his nipple piercings again, and I stood there like a goober.
“Honey, are you okay?”
I dragged my eyes up to his, and he winked at me. I felt it low in my belly. Oh, shit. That was…
I’d wondered if it was just an Ozzie thing, but between the porn and this guy and his nipple rings, I was pretty sure I had my answer. I’d had honest-to-God crushes on girls, but never once did they generate the electricity inside me that this stranger and his shiny shorts did.
It was a short mental hop—shorter than I’d have guessed—between the bartender’s sparkly nuts and the way the tips of my ears always burned around Ozzie. How the fuck had I not put two and two together years ago?
“I don’t know if I’m okay,” I admitted, finally answering his question. “I think I may be into my friend. Maybe have been for a long time.”
“Oh, honey. Did you not know you were…?” he asked, bending his wrist so sweetly my head spun.
“I don’t know what I am,” I answered, then drained the bottle.
“Well, country boy, my break’s in five minutes if you’d like to explore.”
“Um. Okay.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what I had agreed to, only that he’d called me a country boy like it was a good thing. Now that I thought about it, he looked something like one of those TikTok lesbians I liked so much.
Oh.
Maybe it was the masculinity that had turned me on the whole time.
That was definitely new information.
He slid me another Shiner, which I polished off by the time he came around the bar. Taking my hand, he led me to the hallway by the bathrooms, where men were making out against the wall. One couple was even going at it orally. I blinked at the bartender, not sure what he was expecting from me.
“You’re, uh, taller than I thought,” I said, realizing I barely reached his slender shoulders.
“Honey, sweetie.” He shook his head, laying a calming hand on my chest. Tilting his head toward the guy who was definitely coming in his partner’s mouth, he said, “That’s advanced. I just want to make out with a cute guy.”
I gulped as I looked up at him. God, he was pretty. “Okay. I think I’d like that.”
He smiled sweetly, then lowered his lips to mine.
Holy… fuck.
His kiss was a bolt of lightning that sizzled through every nerve ending in my body, burning out any fucking doubt regarding who I was. Never once in my life had I felt like this. Fuck me spinning.
He pulled back. “How was that?”
“You can kiss me again,” I said, my voice cracking.
He grinned and dove in.
I was on my tiptoes, and he was sorta hunched down, but we made it work. I gripped his hips, pulling him closer to me. We kissed like there was no one around us, and despite his delicate aesthetic, he pumped his hips with such strength that my eyes were rolling back in my head as our cocks slid against one another.
