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Skyler POV
I like to think I was handling the alcohol better than expected, but I’m sure the same is true for everyone, not realizing just how inebriated they really were. We all like to think we handle alcohol better than we really do. It’s only the guy who hasn’t been drinking that gets an honest view of the situation and how well we really are handling it.
I was no stranger to alcohol. It’s a common thing in small towns. There isn’t much else to do, so people drink. The only difference is most of my previous experience was limited to beer. What I didn’t expect was how the intoxicating effects can be amplified by such an environment. It’s like you could feel the energy in the air.
The night was still young, but I’d already seen enough to tell me my life was about to change for the better once I finally got moved out here. I would be leaving behind a world of judgment, isolation, and control. I was going to enter a world where I could finally figure out who I was meant to be.
I met a number of guys closer to my age, like Brian and his boyfriend Roger. Both were under 21, from their lack of wristbands, and also students at the university. They were both business students and from the looks Brian was giving Victor, I could tell he was into him a little more than I’d expect for someone who had a boyfriend. But Roger didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t seem to care.
Another younger couple showed up about five minutes later, Christian and his boyfriend Richard.
Brian seemed eager to depart once the new additions didn’t seem like they were going anywhere. I wondered if there was some sort of history between them. I used the opportunity to engage with him and learned that Richard was studying theater and Christian wasn’t a student at the university. Instead, he went to a local trade school for cosmetology.
When he said theater, I naively thought he meant acting. So when I asked him about it, he quickly clarified that he was far more interested in the sound and lighting aspects of it. He seemed pretty fun to talk to.
But when Theo arrived, he captured my attention. He was about my height with a tight, lean frame and fair skin. His hair was bleached blond with a slightly tousled texture. What really caught my attention was the dark eye makeup he wore. It pulls you in and really brings out the sky-blue color. What I appreciated most was the unapologetic nature of it. The whole package came together to give him the cutest smile.
He had a wristband on, but I questioned whether he was 21 or not, especially when I learned he was still a freshman at the university studying art. I was sure he was another example of Rob breaking the rules, though I wondered about the reason behind it.
Was it a favor to a friend, like I had been with Victor? Or was there something more to it? I could easily see Theo turning on the charm and trying, if not succeeding, to seduce Rob. He seemed to have the same energy, confidence, and unapologetic nature to pull it off.
But then that raises the question, was he one of their points? Did he go home with them? Or was it something a little more sinful? I recognized there was something about Rob breaking the rules, especially since he was law enforcement, that kinda turned me on. Maybe he got Rob to break one of his own rules. And maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, because if he was willing to break those rules for one person, he might be willing to break them for another, like me. Not that I’d ever have the confidence to try such a thing.
It’s not that I wasn’t into Stephen either. I fucking was. I would jump at the chance to go home with them. There was just something about the sinful nature of it that turned me on. Twisted, I know.
Theo was standing with his arm draped over Victor’s shoulder while we talked, and I was pretty sure, given the way Victor’s arm was positioned, he was holding onto Theo’s ass the entire time. Bobby had to have seen it and wasn’t reacting. So if he had no problem with it, I certainly had no right to. Other than to be jealous and wish it was my hand on his ass.
At one point, Victor leaned in and whispered into Theo’s ear, and I had never been more curious as to what he said, because the look I got from Theo afterward—never in my life had I been looked at like that before, like I was lunch, or was it competition? Either way, there was something to it, be it hunger or something else that was hard to place for someone as inexperienced as I.
I was more than familiar with the phrase “fresh meat.” Growing up in a small town, any time someone new shows up, people tend to flock to them for many reasons. I could have sworn that part of that look was Theo mentally undressing me, even sizing me up. There was no subtlety or apology to it. One slow, long look from top to bottom and then back up. Granted, I was sitting down for it, but the smile he gave me when he was done told me he approved of whatever mental images he conjured.
As the night progressed, the energy in the club picked up. People were actually out on the small dance floor, and they opened up an outdoor patio area. Victor explained they only open it up once things pick up, because they don’t want to open the bar out there unless it’s necessary. And if they don’t have employees out there, things tend to get on the naughty side, enough that the club would likely get in trouble.
I finally found the need to break the proverbial chain and make the first of what I was sure would be many trips to the restroom. I about fell over laughing when Theo jumped up to join me and Bobby teased him about it. “You think I’m going to let him experience his first time in the bathroom at a gay bar alone? What kind of host are you?”
“He has a point,” Victor agreed, and Bobby just shrugged his shoulders.
I wasn’t so sure what the big deal was, not until I stepped into the bathroom. It was an interesting experience for sure. A few guys were standing around as if waiting for something when there were stalls and urinals available. It took me a minute but I realized they were cruising, hoping someone would duck into one of the stalls with them for some dirty fun. Which might have been hot, had I actually found them attractive.
I knew I was open to a lot of different possibilities, sex-wise. Indeed, I was eager to try almost all of it. Though normally I would say I had no interest in that kind of anonymous hookup. But now, seeing it in action, if the guys were hot enough, I might actually consider it.
It’s not that I believed there was anything wrong with it; it just wasn’t for me. Though, I do have to admit, the prospect of watching two anonymous guys, as long as they were somewhat attractive, fuck each other’s brains out in person was definitely appealing. Watching them go down on each other would be hot, though not as entertaining. Unless maybe one was face fucking the other. That might make it hotter. Live-action porn. Who would say no to something like that?
The urinal was a long trough with no dividers from person to person. What surprised me even more than that was the long mirror on the wall. It left nothing to the imagination. You didn’t even have to shift your head from side to side to try and get a peek at the guy next to you. Which was apparently the point.
“You can use the stall if you want, I’ll wait for you,” Theo offered.
But liquid courage pushed me in another direction. I shook my head and stepped right up to the urinal, pulled out my semi-erect cock, and let loose. I was hoping Theo would step up and do the same, and happy when he did. Aside from two rather well-hung older gentlemen who were standing to my left, I got to see Theo, who was standing to my right. He looked to match my 7 inches, slightly thinner than me. What I found most attractive about him was that he was shaved smooth, no pubic hair at all.
I wished we were alone. I wished I could drop to my knees and explore every bit of his body. I wondered if he was interested in me, or just being friendly, if not overly friendly. I had met so many people in the last few hours alone who fit that category.
I looked up ever so briefly and he was looking at me in the mirror. He just smiled, which lessened my embarrassment at being caught staring at his cock. But he didn’t move to put it away. He just stood there and gave it a few strokes first, so I did the same. That was when I allowed myself to believe he was actually interested in me.
“Go on. Touch it,” he said as he moved his hands away, so I would have unrestricted access. So I did. I reached out, with some nervousness, and closed my hand around his cock, which continued to get harder. His skin felt so fucking soft.
I had become completely oblivious to the older gentlemen leaving. I did, however, become painfully aware that someone was standing behind me, staring at my ass, or maybe Theo’s ass, or both. When I looked up and saw Rob leaning back against the wall, I pulled my hand away, like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing, and zipped up. I turned around to face him with a sheepish smile on my face.
“No need to hurry on my account.”
“Did you get a good look, perv?” Theo teased as he walked up to him. He stopped right in front of him. I couldn’t see his face, so I didn’t know what to expect. That is until Rob leaned down and Theo placed a kiss on his cheek. The image just reinforced my earlier imagination about Rob secretly fucking Theo. The size difference between them just seemed to add to the intensity of the image. And I had to admit, the two would make for a pretty hot dynamic.
“For now,” he replied.
I walked up to him and gave him a kiss of my own. Only mine wasn’t on his cheek, it was full on the lips. “Thank you,” I told him. Liquid courage has its benefits. Then I gave him a mental undressing of my own. I admit I was incredibly curious about what he looked like naked. As we moved to the sinks, Rob stepped up to the urinal, and Theo pointed in his direction, gesturing for me to get a look of my own. I wasn’t disappointed. Granted, the view was from a distance, but he was hung. Easily 8 or 9 inches, and he wasn’t fully hard. Stephen really is one lucky fucker. I bit my lower lip and Theo let out a small laugh.
Before we left, I remembered I had a request to fulfill. Stephen’s request. Given what I learned from Victor, I found a way to word it. “Umm, Rob. I’m supposed to tell you Stephen won the point tonight.”
“Did he now?” Rob replied.
“Sorry,” I told him as he was washing his hands. “If I can make it up to you somehow, just let me know.” I did feel guilty for it, just a bit. Had I known they had a competition going on, I think I would’ve picked someone else.
“I’ll remember that,” he replied. The way he was looking at me as he said it told me he had something in mind.
Bobby had moved to the seat next to Victor. At first, I wondered if it was so they could talk over the loud music of the club. But then I wondered if they were trying to play matchmaker with me and Theo. Either way, I didn’t mind. Theo took the seat next to Victor but hadn’t yet; I wanted to stand for a minute.
“Did you get a good look?” Bobby teased Theo when we returned.
“Jealous?” he replied without any hesitation. He has a quick wit, which I enjoy.
“Maybe,” Victor replied, both for himself and Bobby.
Not wanting to seem like the innocent boy of the group, I threw in my own comment. “All you guys need to do is ask if that’s what you want.” It was absolutely liquid courage. There’s no way I would have said anything even remotely like that without all the alcohol. I took a quick look around, and before I could talk myself out of it, I opened my pants and flipped my cock out for everyone to see. I’m sure some others could have seen too, but by then I reasoned it wouldn’t be the wildest thing to happen in the club tonight.
After giving it a few strokes I quickly tucked it back into my pants. Having a little fun was one thing. Pushing my luck was another. I gave Bobby a hug from behind and whispered thank you into his ear. None of this would have been possible without him.
Victor then threw out, “Where’s mine?”
I moved behind him and gave him a hug as well. Then for his ears only I said, “I know you’d rather see my ass. And I would have shown you, but I’m not exposing my ass to a crowded club. I haven’t got that much courage. YET!”
Instead of sitting down, I stood between Victor and Theo at the table for a minute with one hand draped over each of their shoulders. I was watching the dance floor for a moment and saw something I did not expect. They were line dancing. Not in the sense that I would see in a bar back home. It wasn’t traditional. The movements were far more exaggerated and energetic, set to dance music rather than country. I’ve done my share of line dancing before. It’s kind of expected. But that looked far more fun than anything I’d done before. I sat down next to Theo as I continued to watch. The steps were different for the next song but pretty easy to remember.
Rob walked up to the table and stood between Theo and me, one hand on each of our backs. His body was pressed in closer to mine though. He certainly wasn’t shy about feeling people up. The hand he had on my back gradually moved down to cop a feel of my ass. I liked it and even scooted back a little on the backless stool just to give him better access.
Then I wondered if he was doing the same thing to Theo. I even felt a tad bit jealous thinking he might be. Jealous in a good way though, wishing it was me feeling him up instead of Rob. My head filled with images of the three of us having fun together. From the look on Victor’s face, I wondered if he was feeling a bit jealous too, though I couldn’t quite place the source of it. The obvious answer would be wishing he was standing where Rob was, openly feeling up both our asses. I wondered how Bobby would react to such a thing.
I decided to have a little fun of my own. I realized if I crossed my arms and leaned back just a bit, my hand would be out of sight from the table but just at the perfect height. I reached out with my fingers and came into contact with my target, his crotch. I let my fingers move around playfully, teasing him as much as I could. He was hard, that was obvious. And he was hung. I knew that from the bathroom. The more I teased him, the harder he would squeeze my ass.
The thought of having both of them at the same time was definitely appealing. That thought alone triggered a number of images, like opening the floodgates. The number of positions I could get into both with Theo alone, with Rob alone, and then with Theo and Rob. Those images gave way to involve Stephen. In some, Stephen and Rob were replaced by Bobby and Victor. In others Stephen was replaced by Victor so I was between Victor and Rob. The possibilities were endless. I had never even had real sex, only the experience of toys, and I was already feeling like a total slut. And I loved it.
Before Rob returned to his duties, he leaned into me and whispered, “Next time, there won’t be any cloth in the way.”
I turned to whisper to Rob, “Promise?” feeling devilishly naughty as I did it.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
I looked around the table to see if anyone had heard our teasing exchange. Bobby was busy talking to another friend of theirs, and Theo was focused on whatever Victor was saying at the moment. The two of them were also speaking at a level that it was likely no one else could hear their private conversation. Theo’s hand was resting on Victor’s thigh. The way he moved it, almost stroking his thigh in a very seductive manner, told me these two were more than familiar with one another. I turned to see if Bobby was aware. If he was, he wasn’t showing any sign of it.
My thoughts returned to my earlier thoughts about being slutty and how much it appealed to me. Maybe due to the insecurities I’ve lived with most of my life, or taking my newfound freedom to a completely new level. I liked the idea of so many different men wanting me. My insecurities would be unfounded, completely in my head. It was absolutely some form of Freudian overcompensation.
My eyes kept getting pulled back to the dance floor. They had moved onto another song, and another sequence. I wanted to try it. So I finished off the last of my current drink. “I’ll be back in a few,” I said to no one in particular. I stood and moved over to the dance floor. I didn’t join them yet. I just stood and watched their movements, memorizing the sequence.
I think I just about had it when I felt someone grab my hand and pull me on the floor. It was Theo. He naturally fell into the rhythm with everyone else where it took me a second to catch up. It was a lot different than what I was used to, but I figured it out pretty quick. I had a slight awkward adjustment period as the songs changed and I learned the new steps. But that’s the thing about line dancing. It’s all the same steps just in different combinations.
It was fun. Not something I ever attributed to line dancing before. This is what they should have taught us in school when they used the week leading up to homecoming every year to repurpose gym class into line dancing lessons. Like it was some rite of passage. But no. The faster pace and non-traditional music would have offended their conservative sensibilities.
But then, it occurred to me. Maybe it wasn’t so different. Maybe what they taught us were the basics. I’d never been to a real country bar back home. Maybe they would dance like this if they got a little alcohol in them.
The song changed to Take It Off by Kesha, and the room reacted all at once. The overall energy in the room ramped up, like someone had thrown fuel on the fire. Even Bobby and Victor came out onto the floor with us. The first time “take it off” hit through the speakers, shirts started coming off in different parts of the crowd, including Theo’s. I smiled and pulled mine off too, tucking it into the back of my pants as I turned into the next sequence.
By then, the dance floor had become the center of attention. People crowded in around it, packed along the bar height tables that framed the space, with small gaps left open for people to go on and off the dance floor. I started at the edge of the group but quickly found myself surrounded. The lights swept over the floor and highlighted raised arms and bare chested bodies that all moved in sync with one another. I was having the time of my life.
When that song ended, we ran through a few more after it. Some people drifted off the floor during the changeover, Bobby and Victor heading back to the table, but Theo and I stayed out there. Then the DJ’s voice came over the speakers and told everyone to clear the floor. The reaction was immediate. People started moving without hesitation, something they all already knew to expect, so I went with it and stepped off right behind Theo. I moved to rejoin Bobby and Victor at the table but he held me there and directed my attention back to the dance floor.
A few seconds later, the Applause started, and the bar staff came out onto the floor for it. Rob was out there. Stephen too, along with a handful of others. I looked back toward the bar and saw a few people still covering it, but not many. There were maybe eight employees on the floor in all, spread out and ready before the song really got going.
Theo leaned closer and told me I should see it on a weekend when the place was packed and fully staffed. He said there would be closer to twenty of them out there then, with only the bare minimum left working the door and the bar. Stephen, with his high energy, was living it up. Rob was too, and seeing them dance next to each other like that, I could see it. They made a good couple.
We returned to the table after that and contact with Theo continued. Touches here and there, legs coming into contact under the table, a hand on the forearm or shoulder. Each one was like an electric shock. Eventually, he was the one who made the first direct move, taking my hand and holding it under the table. The way he looked at me, as if asking for approval when he did it, was adorable.
He clearly had more experience than I did in all of this. Hell, everyone had more experience than I did. I didn’t know where this was going. A night of fun with a potential hookup? Would he be like the stereotypical guy who’ll wine and dine you, and then once they get you into bed, they lose all interest?
I questioned if a potential dating scenario would even be possible given how familiar he seemed to be with Victor and Rob. Then dismissed it just as quickly given the fact I didn’t even live here yet. Maybe after I moved?
Bobby asked if I’d help him grab the next round of drinks, and when we got to the bar, Stephen stepped up to take our order. Two vodka cranberries, one for Bobby and one for Victor, a Corona for Theo, and another rum and Coke for me.
But then I stopped him. Liquid courage, again. I wanted to try something new, I just wasn’t sure what. “I’ve always wondered what a Mai Tai tastes like. Or a Mojito, or a Long Island Iced Tea.” The kind of drinks you always hear about or see in the movies. Martinis were on that list too, because of James Bond, and Cosmopolitans as well, because of sex and the city. But I wasn’t feeling either of them tonight. They were more curiosity than actual interest.
“Which one would you suggest?” I asked Stephen, since he was the one making it.
“Go with a Mojito,” he said. “It’s got the least alcohol. But since you’ve been drinking rum and Cokes, you’d probably like the others too.”
As he started pouring, he looked up at me. “So you’re a rum guy, then?”
“Am I?” I asked. I knew my dad always preferred rum over everything else. Then Bobby pointed out that rum was in all three drinks I’d asked about. Maybe I was.
“Make mine a Long Island instead,” Bobby told him. “That way he can try it too, at minimum.”
I turned to him and said he didn’t have to do that and thanked him anyway.
We returned to the table, and people came and went, many for the sole purpose of greeting Bobby and Victor. Many were return trips from people I had already met. All through the evening, Theo continued to flirt at times with both me and Victor, splitting his attention between the two of us and whoever else might have been in the immediate vicinity. Rarely did he ever seem to give that kind of attention to Bobby.
A song came on, and Bobby pulled Victor back out onto the dance floor. They weren’t line dancing to this one. It was more just people jumping around, which looked like it could be fun but not for me just now. Plus it would be nice for them to have some time alone, not to mention the hope in me that Theo would also remain behind.
He did, and while we were talking I saw their friend Christian duck around a corner with someone who was not his boyfriend Richard. Just the way they did it, you could tell they were trying to be sneaky about it. Theo noticed me watching for them to come back out and asked what I was looking at. So I told him.
“Yeah, that was probably Izzy,” he replied.
“So, that’s normal for them?” I asked.
“It’s the worst kept secret,” he replied, and then went on to explain. “Those two go to the same school and have been hooking up for months. It’s not clear if Richard knows about it, but I’m guessing he does. Because like I said, it’s the worst kept secret.”
The way he told the story, I was guessing he didn’t much care for Christian. I guess there’s always going to be drama no matter where you go. And equally, every town would have its own rumor mill. They must be some form of cosmic constant that no town or city could avoid.
I saw Rob standing at the bar talking to Stephen, and they kept looking at us. Theo noticed too and said Stephen was probably telling him what happened earlier. And realizing Theo wasn’t around for it. I told him about the kiss and the body shot.
“I would have picked Rob,” he replied. I almost did, but something about Stephen’s energy told me he would find a way to make it memorable, and I was right. But I agreed with him, out of the two. Rob was hotter. “I wonder what he’s like in bed.” I said. Mostly to try and confirm if he’s been with Rob or not.
“He fucks like a beast,” he replied. “I love it.”
“So, you and he...”
“Yeah, a few times,” Theo replied. Again I was jealous, but again, not in a bad way. It was hot hearing it.
“So what’s Stephen like?”
“Total power bottom, which is why they’re good for each other,” Theo replied as he waved at them. Rob then started moving in our direction.
When he got to us, he gave me this look before speaking. “You’re right. Stephen won the point tonight. I got the full story.”
I shrugged my shoulders and gave him an apologetic smile, and then gave him the same explanation of my reasoning.
“I think he should see what he missed out on. Don’t you, Rob?” Theo said to Rob and then he nodded in my direction.
“Absolutely,” Rob said as he stepped into me.
“But he needs to ask for it.”
Theo stepped up right behind me. I was completely sandwiched between them, and fuck it was so hot. “Go on, Sky, ask him for it.” I was about to just ask him to kiss me. Then I was about to ask him to show me what I missed out on. But, and maybe it was the naughty side of me coming out, I rephrased the request. “Will you show me why you would have been the better choice?”
He didn’t answer, he just closed the remaining distance and kissed me in a seriously possessive embrace. I could taste alcohol on his tongue and the sweat on the skin around his mouth. Theo took the opportunity to lick my ear while he did it which just heightened the entire experience. It went on and on. It wasn’t just a kiss. We were making out in the club.
I was sitting on the stool and he was standing between my legs. He had one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my ass, pulling me into him. I could feel his hard cock between my legs. He pulled back and pulled Theo into another kiss that had every bit the same amount of passion and intensity, but he didn’t let go of my ass. He continued to press our bodies together and grind into me as he invaded Theo’s mouth with his tongue. I turned to watch and the sight of it went right to my cock. I couldn’t help but imagine we were naked together and think about Rob fucking me as he made out with Theo like that. I moved in and licked his neck, tasting the salt on his skin and wishing he didn’t have that shirt on.
I still had mine off, which was a good thing, because it was hot in there for more than one reason.
When he finally pulled back I could only say one thing. “Fuck, that was hot.”
Rob smiled and leaned in, with his lips right next to my ear. “That’s nothing. Just wait till I fuck you.”
Hearing him talk dirty to me like that reminded me of my talks with Victor, only so much hotter because Rob made it personal. He wasn’t just talking dirty to me. He was telling me what HE was going to do to me. What he wanted. He was talking to me the way I wished Victor had, but I was too chicken to actually ask for.
He didn’t stick around, since he had to return to work, but that was probably a good thing. Any more of that and I would have probably lost control and begged him to take me somewhere and do it.
“How much did you like that?” Theo asked with a smug grin on his face.
“So fucking much. It was even hotter because you were a part of it,” I told him. “Seeing you guys make out while he ground into me. FUCK. Talk about an experience. And hearing him talk dirty like that. I think I’ve got a thing for that too.”
“Good to know,” he said with a grin, then he stepped into me. “So you like to watch?” he asked. His lips were barely inches from my own when I answered.
“Watch, and participate,” I clarified. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Do you want to kiss me right now?” he asked.
“Yes.” I answered, then started to move in for it, but he pulled back slightly with a smile.
“Why?” he asked. “Do you want to kiss me because you think I’m hot, or because you want to taste him on my lips?”
“Both,” I answered, as I felt his fingers on the back of my head, running through my hair. Which was too short for him to really grab. I wished it was longer for that very reason. But still he didn’t close the distance. I tried once and he pulled back. I didn’t know if that meant I should try again. Was that what he was waiting for?
“And if I was just sucking his cock?” he asked, and hearing Theo talk dirty like that made my cock throb. I wanted to respond in kind so I quickly considered my options and spoke. Any extended delay would just be awkward. I was reminded of an erotic story I read and I used it.
“Even if he just unloaded in your mouth and all over your face.” I just stared him down with a hunger that told him I was completely serious. “I would lick it up and then feed it to you.”
It had the desired effect. He closed the distance and kissed me. And fuck it was hotter than the kiss with Rob or Stephen. Probably because of how turned on I was and how we were talking dirty moments before. But I meant every word. I’d do it and I’d fucking love it.
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