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And so I found myself standing in front of Chris's Club, a well-known gay bar. I was actually just there to pick up a few girls. Danja, I'd had my eye on her for a while.
I was sure I'd piqued her interest just the same. I was an eighteen-year-old girl's dream. I was five foot eight, extremely athletic, had cheek-length dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I admit, I was a bit vain and conceited. Still, I'd slept with almost all the pretty girls in my year. Somehow, girls seem to like assholes because that's exactly what I embodied.
And that evening, I wouldn't have done anything to pick anyone up if Eveline, my 17-year-old sister, hadn't been at that bar. My dad forced me to pick her up, otherwise he wouldn't have done anything to keep paying for my car.
I loved my Golf, midnight blue, leather seats.
Anyway, I went in cheerfully. I had no problems with gay men, quite the opposite. I found myself even hotter in their presence; after all, I looked considerably better than average. I made my way through the many anterooms to get to the dance hall. There I found Eveline and Danja, and a few other women on the dance floor. I waited at the side until the floor emptied a bit.
It took a while. As I was about to push through, I was suddenly hugged from behind.
"Hey, sweetie, all alone here?" a whisper came to my ear. I got goosebumps.
"Sorry," I said, releasing his grip. "I'm waiting for my girlfriend and I'm not into men." I turned around and saw two ice-blue eyes. They belonged to a guy about two meters tall, athletic, with short blond hair and sparkling white teeth. He was at least ten years older than me. He smiled and took a sip of beer from his bottle. "You know," he said, "I'm never wrong about that." Suddenly, he pulled me toward him and kissed me on the mouth. Just briefly. "I'll be here all evening. Just ask for Sam," he said and left. I had goosebumps again.
I was a little shocked, and my cool image was starting to crumble, so I went to the dance floor and grabbed Eveline. "Eve, we met outside ages ago, let's get out now!" I grumbled. I chased my sister and her stupid friends out of the bar and into the car.
"What's wrong, Andre? Did the gays scare you into running away like that?" Eveline asked. "No," I answered coolly. "I just have better things to do on Saturdays than drive a bunch of chickens around." Even Danja didn't interest me anymore.
"What do you mean, around the neighborhood? Just to our place. Danja, Katha, and Susi are sleeping at my place," Eveline replied. "Yeah, maybe I don't want to go home today," I replied defiantly. She remained silent for a moment, feeling superior. Until she said, "Okay, then just drop us off right now. You don't have to drive all the way into the street." At that moment, I realized I'd scored an own goal. If I did go home, it would be clear I had nothing better to do. So I formed a backup plan in my head.
I dropped Eveline and the chickens off and drove on to Thomas, my best friend. I rang the bell, and his older sister Judith answered. "Sorry Andreas," she said, "Thomas is away with our parents." "Okay," I sighed, "see you later." She must have felt sorry for me, because she was never nice to me otherwise. She said, "Hey, you look strange, what's wrong?"
Judith was three years older than Thomas and me. I don't know what possessed me, but I told her about my escape from Chris's club. "So," she began, "I always thought you were gay. Are you sure you're not?" I couldn't believe my ears. "What?!" I asked, stunned. "Be honest, what other guy would care so much about his appearance? Admit it, you look to see if you have a fat ass in pants." She didn't say it in her usual ironic tone; I could tell she meant it. "No," I replied, "I like girls. I should know." I thought it better to leave, but not without a promise that Judith wouldn't tell anyone, not even Thomas.
So I was sitting in the Golf again. I was annoyed with Judith. Suddenly, I realized she was right. I sometimes checked to see if my ass looked big, so what? Is it forbidden for a man to look good?
I started the engine and drove back to the club. I wanted to find out now; I wanted to know if men were also interested. Just a little look, nothing more. Maybe I was bisexual. Why else could I explain that girls turned me on?
My heart was pounding as I entered the dance hall again at about two o'clock.
It had just gotten a little emptier. I ordered a beer at the bar. I surreptitiously looked at the guys on the dance floor. No, there was nothing there. No guy was hitting on me in any way. I calmed down, decided to finish my drink and then go home. "Screw Eveline," I thought to myself. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as someone whispered into my neck: "Are you still here? And where's your girlfriend?" I turned around. Sam was standing in front of me, smiling again. My heart was pounding. "I'll just finish my drink and then go home," I explained. "What a shame. I was hoping you had a little more time." His smile was truly attractive, his bright blue eyes scanning me. The hairs on the back of my neck wouldn't come down. He knew his attraction; he bit his lip and looked me straight in the eyes. Then he came right up close to my ear and whispered, "I would have loved to kiss you, all over, and touch you, all over." I got goosebumps again. I felt cold and hot at the same time. Sam walked a few meters away and sat down at the bar.
I finished my drink and was about to leave, but something stopped me. Unsure of what to do, I ordered another beer. Everything and nothing raced through my head. "If I go with him, I can leave if it's not for me," and "Fuckin' with a guy once doesn't make you gay," raced through my brain.
I don't know why, but when my bottle of beer arrived, I took it and went over to Sam. "Your name isn't really Sam, is it?" I asked. He looked me straight in the eyes and replied, "Yes, I am. So where's your girlfriend?" "I'm alone here," I admitted. He smiled and clicked his tongue. "I'd like to take you up on your offer, if it still stands," I said quietly, very quietly. He had heard me. He took my hand. "Come with me," he said, taking the bottle from my hand and placing it on the counter. Then he pulled me behind him, down the stairwell. Just before the restrooms, we slipped through a door marked "Private." He noticed my hesitation. "Don't worry, I know the boss here," he said, pulling me into the next room.
Now I saw that it was a small first-aid room. He leaned down a little and kissed me, this time for a long time and with his tongue. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, his light stubble scratching my lips. "So?" he asked, "Self-discovery, or what?" I was confused. "I saw you get your girlfriend off the dance floor earlier." Sam lit a cigarette. "You mean my sister," I replied, taking the cigarette from him and taking a drag myself. I had given up smoking long ago, normally. "Have you ever been with a man?" Sam asked. He smiled again. "No. What's this about? Question time?" I asked, dropping ash on the floor. "I just want to know if you're going to run away." He laughed briefly, his gaze burning into my eyes. I kissed him gently.
Suddenly the door burst open, and a fat man was supporting a guy who appeared to be injured. "Jesus, Sam, this is a first aid room, not a sex room," the fat man yelled. "And smoking is prohibited here," the guy said, snatching the cigarette from my hand and stamping it out. "Sorry, Chris, we're going. Okay?" By "okay," he meant me. Sam gestured for me to go with him.
It was cold outside the club. "Now what?" I asked, a little helplessly. Sam put his arm around me and led me away. "Where are we going?" I asked. My heart was pounding again. "My place, unless you want us to go to your place," Sam whispered. He kissed me deeply again. "Better not," I replied, laughing.
Sam's apartment wasn't far away; he had a two-bedroom apartment in the attic of a house. The living room was incredible, all sloping ceilings, the top about five meters high. On one side was a mezzanine with a ladder. "What's up there?" I asked. Sam smiled. "The bed."
A little later, I was almost directly under the roof, and thanks to the skylight, I could see the entire sky as I nervously threw myself into bed. Sam came over with something to drink. "I brought you a beer," he said, handing me a bottle. "Thanks," I was still nervous. I took a sip, then put the bottle aside. Sam climbed onto the bed, leaned on me, and kissed me passionately. He stroked my hair, kissed my neck, and gently stroked my back. I could hardly breathe.
"Everything okay?" he asked. I nodded. Nothing had ever been as okay as it was at this very moment.
Sam grabbed my bare stomach, pushed up my T-shirt, and kissed my navel. I quickly took off the T-shirt. "I'm sitting half-naked in a gay guy's apartment," flashed through my mind. But I enjoyed it. Sam took off his own shirt, unzipped his jeans, and unbuckled my pants. He kissed me passionately again as he took off my pants. Now I was lying naked in a gay guy's apartment, incredibly aroused. Sam smiled again, as voluptuously and uniquely as ever. "I see you like it with me." I was a little embarrassed by my erection. But Sam kissed me again and again, and I forgot everything else around me.
I felt like I had to do something too, so I shyly reached for Sam's hips and pulled his pants over his butt, touching his velvety skin.
He smiled lustfully as I touched his. It was about the same size as mine and just as rock hard. Sam started jerking me off, first gently and slowly, then fast and hard. I moaned and clutched the sheets. Just before I came, he stopped. "Not so fast," he breathed. I sighed deeply. "We have time."
It started to rain, it pattered on the windows above us.
I stroked Sam; he had closed his eyes and was moaning softly. "Take it in your mouth," hissed through my head. I leaned toward Sam and lowered my head. "Stop," I heard Sam. I looked at him in surprise. "You don't have to do this, only do it if you want to," Sam implored me. "I want to, and I know I don't have to," I replied.
I took it in my mouth; the taste was a bit strange. That's probably how the girls who had sucked mine felt, too. I noticed how much Sam enjoyed it; he moaned loudly, his body trembled, his features distorted. He turned to putty in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head. I found it totally hot.
Soon he stopped me. "Wait, let's not end the evening yet, do we?" he asked breathlessly. He kissed me passionately again, squeezing me tightly and grabbing my butt. "I love it when men exercise," he said. I placed my hand on his muscular shoulder and replied, "Me too." I had to smile; just a few hours ago, I hadn't been interested in men exercising at all. "I'm addicted to exercise, too," I confessed.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked, stroking my six-pack abs and thighs. "I wasn't expecting that." His tone was ironic. I laughed. "Do you need anything else? Are you hungry? Thirsty?" he asked. I shook my head. "Okay, but I am," Sam said, getting up from the bed, climbing down the ladder naked, and going into the kitchen. I remembered my beer bottle and took a sip; my mouth was a little dry.
It took a while, then Sam came back. He had two peeled oranges with him. He quickly climbed the ladder. "You really don't want to?" he offered me one. "No, let's not," I replied. He ate his oranges and then kissed me again. He tasted delicious. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of melting into him. I lay on my back and he was on top of me. His hand touched my thighs, mine his stomach. I was so aroused it almost hurt. Sam kissed my neck, my chest, my stomach, sliding further and further down between my legs. Then he reached to the side and took a condom and a tube. I was immediately scared. Sam noticed. "Don't panic, I'll be very careful and explain my every move to you, okay?" His gaze was warm, his smile totally horny again. "Okay," I sighed. "Relax," Sam said. Then he began to explain his actions. "First, I'll pull the condom over, then I'll put your legs on my shoulders, then I'll kiss you wildly." The kiss was wild and greedy. "This is lube, it'll be cold when it touches you." It touched me, it was really cold, but it was a nice feeling. "Now, I'll push it in." And he did. I felt pressure and wanted to move upwards, but Sam held me tight. The pain brought tears to my eyes, and I gasped. Sam didn't move. "This hurts so much," I complained. Sam kissed me, looking deep into my eyes. "Just the first time. You have to relax a bit, then it will get better." I tried, relaxed a bit, and Sam started moving inside me. I felt like I was in heaven.
Hours passed, and as the sky brightened, I got dressed to leave. "I have to go; I have a game today," I explained. Sam smiled tiredly. "Soccer?" he asked. I shook my head. "Handball." He grinned. "Hey, I play handball too." I smiled at him, but I didn't believe him.
When I got home, my father was already awake. He was standing in the kitchen packing his fishing tackle box. "So, did you have a long night?" he grinned. "I was at Thomas's, playing PlayStation," I lied. "Sure," he laughed, "And that's from Thomas too?!" He pointed at my neck. Suddenly, I remembered the hickey Sam had given me when I arrived. I immediately put his hand on my neck. My father laughed to himself. "I'm going fishing," he said. "Would you like to come with me?" I used to go fishing with my father a lot; I even had a fishing license. But today, standing by the lake for hours didn't appeal to me. Besides, I was afraid he'd question me. "No, I wanted to get some more sleep. Besides, we have a game against Group B today," I replied. He seemed satisfied.
I lay down in bed and looked at my watch. It was six o'clock. I curled up and slept until ten. When the alarm went off, I felt completely overwhelmed.
I crawled out of bed, got dressed, and went to the bathroom. I took a shower there. I was completely shocked when I saw the huge hickey on my neck. It was the biggest I'd ever seen. Once I felt somewhat fresh and clean, I got dressed and went to the kitchen. I needed a coffee.
Eveline was sitting in the kitchen with her friends. "Morning, ladies," I said, charming as always. I noticed the coffee pot was already empty and made myself an instant coffee. "You look like a freshly fucked squirrel," Eveline remarked. "Oh yeah?" I asked. "When, please, have you ever seen a squirrel?" Eve's friends laughed.
I took my coffee back to my room. I could hardly wait to finally move out after graduating from high school. I sat down at the computer, checked my emails, and noticed that Thomas was online on ICQ. I sent him a >Hello<. I got a >Hello too, Thomas isn't here< back. I realized that Jenny, Thomas' girlfriend, was using his nickname. I wrote back >Okay< and went offline again. Jenny had been his girlfriend for two years, and I actually found her nice and funny. Sometimes she annoyed me with her talk about how I couldn't get involved with anyone, blah blah. She was completely wrong. I could get involved with someone if I wanted to. I just didn't.
I packed my gym bag and checked to see if my dark circles were gone. They were gone, and I thought I looked great again. Then I drove to Thomas's to pick him up for the game.
Judith opened the door for me again. "Hello," I said. "Hello," she replied grumpily and disappeared again. That's how I knew her. I went upstairs. Upstairs, Thomas zipped through the hallway, gathering his things. "You're never ready when I get here," I scolded him. He grinned at me. "Sit down, it can only be a matter of hours." I went into his room. Jenny was still sitting in front of the computer. "Hi, don't tell me we have to drop you off at home too," I grumbled. Jenny shook her head and said she had to write something for her report book. Then she noticed the hickey on my neck. "What's that?" she asked. "What was her name?" "Sarah," I lied. "Sarah?" she asked. I remembered we had a Sarah in our circle of friends; she wasn't bad-looking. I smiled. Jenny took that as a yes. "Let me guess, we got banged and left again, like you always do," she grinned. "That," I said, "is none of your business." Jenny grinned knowingly. "I thought so, you're too cowardly, I think," she began. "Here we go again," Thomas grumbled as he came into the room. "As far as I'm concerned, let's go," he said, giving Jenny a goodbye kiss.