Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:05:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Rebel Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 16 Blaine's New Life By Rebel The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a man and young males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Thank you all very much for the encouragement. I really appreciate everyone who has kept after me to continue the story. I DO answer all emails. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel7772005@yahoo.com. * * * * * * * * Chapter 16 -- First Day of the Rest of my Life "You're really a fantastic person Blaine," he said looking at me from his pillow, "How come I haven't seen you in the club before? Did you just move here?" I chuckled as I responded, "No, that's the first time I've ever been to a gay nightclub. The guys I was with are my business partner and his partner. When I talked to him Monday about the gay lifestyle, he suggested that they take me out tonight; and boy, am I glad they did." "I can't believe that last night was your first time in a gay club. Where else have you been meeting guys?" he asked, kinda taken aback at my statement. "Uh, well, up until about a week ago, I didn't realize that I was gay," I said matter-of-factly. I saw his eyes get big so I followed up with, "And I was married before this, so there really wasn't much of a reason for me to go." I could see the gears turning in his head and knew that he was gonna start asking a lot of questions. "Let's talk tomorrow -- it's been a long day for me too." Steve just smiled, rose up, and moved over to give me a warm kiss. "Anything you say, ooldd mmaannnn," and he giggled as he nestled into my embrace with my limp cock resting comfortably between his warm ass cheeks. `I think I'm gonna like this new life,' I remember thinking as I drifted off to dreamland. By nature, I'm a real light sleeper, so a couple of times when Steve moved during the night, I'd wake up slightly, feel him next to me, and go back to sleep. It had been quite a while since I was married and sleeping with Cindy every night, so sharing my bed again was gonna take some getting used to. It felt early, but I could see light coming in through the curtains when I felt Steve get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then was slightly aware of him crawling back into bed and cuddling close. The next thing I knew it was bright in the room and I was alone in bed. I rolled over and stretched, luxuriating in the idea of not having to rush off to work. The smell of fresh coffee brought me up sitting up in bed, and then I figured out that it was probably Steve, or a very accommodating burglar. I found a pair of boxers lying on the floor and slid them up my legs. After doing the morning bathroom thing, I went to the kitchen to find Steve leaning over the counter, reading the want ads, his pert little butt pointed in my direction and not wearing a stitch of clothing. I could feel my cock stir so I slid up behind him and eased my growing erection between his butt cheeks. He started a moment, but then grasped my arm and held it as he stood up. "Morning Blaine," he whispered back toward me, "I hope you don't mind that I made a pot of coffee. It's about the only way I can really wake up." "That's great Steve; I can't even focus until after the second cup," I told him as I looked over his shoulder and saw that he was perusing the ads for apartments to rent. "Are you looking to move?" I asked as I let him go and reached for the coffeepot. "Yes, I've been looking to get out of that apartment house and the roommates now that I'm making good money," he answered. He went back to looking at the ads as I doctored my coffee with cream and Equal, then went over and sat in one of the barstools. I noticed that he had a couple of them circled, and watched as he circled a third. He looked up at me as I sat sipping the wonderful elixir. "I stepped out and grabbed your paper off the porch; I don't think anyone saw me," he said a blushed a bit. "Hehehe, that would be a show," then I thought of the nice old lady who lived next door with her two dogs. She doesn't really snoop, but she does see most everything that goes on around here. I looked over at the 5 or so inches that Steve had soft and thought, `well, maybe she got a thrill.' "Most everyone was probably at work," I said as I noticed the clock on the wall read a little after 9 o'clock. We talked quite a bit more as I woke up a little more and started making us both breakfast. Steve made another pot of coffee when we finished the first one and I noticed that he was quite efficient in the kitchen. We exchanged background stories as we ate, and I told him a highlighted version of growing up and finally figuring out that I was gay. He told me about growing up in a small town in Oklahoma, and of being discovered with a school friend, subsequently beaten, and thrown out of the house when he was 14. He continued telling me about working odd jobs, usually as a dishwasher or busboy, traveling to Denver, Salt Lake City, Tahoe, and ending up here in Sacramento. He said that his only regret was that he didn't get a chance to graduate high school and that he was working on his GED so he could get a better job. As he talked, I found that I was more and more drawn in by this beautiful boy with the expressive eyes who was trying so hard to make it on his own. As I cleared the dishes, I noticed that it was getting on to 10 o'clock, and I figured that I had played hooky long enough and that I had better at least put in an appearance at the company. "Well, as much as I hate to, I think we'd better get dressed and get downtown." "Oh, I'm sorry Blaine, I didn't mean to make you late," Steve said as he stood up and brought his plate to me at the sink. "No, I quite enjoyed it. Besides, being the boss DOES have some compensations," I chuckled. He grinned that wonderful grin at me again, and after I closed the dishwasher, we headed down the hall to my bedroom. We got showered separately and dressed, just exchanging small talk. He had very efficient movements and I was becoming enraptured with watching his young body. I grabbed my keys and we headed out, driving the T-Bird once again. As we headed back downtown with Steve giving me directions to his rundown apartment house, I was amazed as we pulled up in front of the structure. I may have seen this place before, but it never registered on my conscious brain. I seldom got to this part of town, and had no reason to linger here. "Well, I can see why you want to move," I told him as I looked between this beautiful boy and the shabby front entrance. Then I took a chance as Steve was getting out of the car. "Are you working again tonight?" He smiled down at me and answered simply, "Yes, I'm on at 3." "Maybe I'll stop by for dinner again, if I can be sure to get your section," I grinned back at him. "I'll make the reservation when I go in. About the same time as last night?" Steve asked looking very pleased with the sudden development. "Sure, why not? I'll be there at 6:30, and look forward to another delicious meal," and I winked as I finished. "Great!" he responded, "I'm sure Tony will be glad to see you again," and we both giggled at his witticism. I watched him turn and walk easily across the sidewalk and enter the door. `God, that's a nice butt,' I thought as I watched him walk away. I drove back across town to my office, thinking about how wonderful my day had started. I guess I was whistling as I walked in because it startled Debbie. She got a sly grin on her face as we exchanged pleasantries, and when I asked if Dennis was in, she said she'd let him know that I wanted to see him. A few minutes later, Dennis bounded into my office and swept into one of the chairs as I spun my chair to face him. "Well?" he finally asked. I could see a lot of expectation on his face, so I decided to draw this out. "Well what? I wanted to ask you about the Fleming account," and I watched his face fall into his lap. I couldn't hold the stoic look any longer and broke into a mad round of giggles. Dennis saw that he'd been had and slowly relaxed back into his chair as I saw the grin slowly return to his face. "Steve was wooonderful," and I blushed as his grin broadened. I proceeded to tell him a lot of what went on, but he wasn't gonna let me off that easily and asked several pointed questions. Since we were both adults and gay, I felt a stronger friendship growing and I found that he was easy to talk too, telling him ALL about what had happened, including the rude cop pulling us over. "Yeah, Michael and I have been harassed like that too sometimes," he said. "I've heard other stories too, but that just kinda goes with the territory. There will always be some people out there like that." We talked a little longer and I told him that I was going back tonight for dinner. "Well, SOMEBODY sure made an impression on you," he said watching me squirm. "I wish you luck, and I hope everything works well for you. I sure hope you'll keep Michael and me informed, and I fully expect an invitation to the wedding." Between my sputters and stutters, he giggled at my discomfort. About that time, the phone rang and it was back to business as usual. Soon, it was 5pm and we were all ready to call it a day. We said our goodbyes and I assured everyone that I would be there on time tomorrow, but nobody believed me. I started the T-Bird, backed out, and headed over to the club to wait in the bar for my reservation. I pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At first I thought that maybe they were closed, but then I remembered that Steve had said that he had to be to work at 3pm, so I parked about 3 spaces from the door and walked in to the bar side. There were only about half a dozen other patrons, but what caught my eye was the bare-chested bartender who gave me a dazzling smile as I approached the bar. "Good evening sir, may I get you something to drink?" I did a double take as he spoke hearing his English or Aussie accent. As he brought me my Johnny Walker Red, his grin widened, obviously enjoying my astonishment. "I haven't seen you here before, and by the look on your face, we've never met. Hi, my name is Jeff," he said, extending his hand. "That's spelled the English style as `G-E-O-F-F', and I come by it naturally since I was born and raised in Sussex, England. "I graduated from the English secondary school system and was awarded a scholarship at Stanford for Computer Sciences. I got my B.S. there, and now I'm working on a Masters degree, but, unfortunately, there isn't a scholarship for it, so I work here and pay for the school. Uuhhh... I think that covers most of the usual questions, unless you have something else," he said with a bright smile never leaving his eyes. "No, I think that about covers everything Geoff," I said as I warmly shook his hand, "And I'm sure you get tired of all the questions from us crass Americans." "No, that's not the case. Actually, I find it all quite refreshing after growing up in the very repressive and stuffy society over there. Most of the English keep everything bottled up and swept under the carpet, while over here, you Yanks have a question, you just ask. I guess some would call it rude, but usually the questions are just for information and not meant to be malicious." As I thought back to my own experiences while spending so much time doing business in Europe, I found that what he said was what I had seen too, but just hadn't put a finger on it. We chatted for a bit and I found out that the lack of business was the norm, but to keep their liquor license within the guidelines of the state liquor board, they had to be open a certain amount of hours each day, but had to close no later than 2am. That sounded just like the bureaucratic morass that the government would create -- complain about too many people being alcoholics, but revoke the license of an establishment because they are NOT open enough hours selling more alcohol. The normal business usually picked up about 7 in the dining room, but didn't really get going in the bar until about 9 -- 9:30 almost every night. That's why they went to the Wednesday show schedule to try to create some mid-week business, and so far, it's worked pretty well. I noticed that the time was getting on toward 6:30, so I asked Geoff if it was ok for me to take my drink with me into the dining room. When he gave me a strange look, I said, "Well, I was just making sure that I wasn't gonna be breaking another of their weird laws, like all drinks must be served by the wait staff or something." As we both had a good laugh, I walked into the vestibule and immediately saw Tony standing at the podium looking at his reservation book. "Ah, Mr. Rawlings, I'm happy to see you dining with us again tonight," he said as he looked up at my approach. "I notice that the reservation was for one, and it's to be in Steve's section. Is that correct?" I wasn't expecting his ebullience and it took me a moment to remember that he made his money by keeping people happy, so I relaxed and replied, "Good to see you again too Tony, and yes, I'll be by myself tonight. Steve did such a good job of waiting on us last night; I thought I'd try him again, if it's convenient, of course." He gave me a sly look and I thought I could see a slight smirk cross his face, but he kept the tone cordial when he said, "No problem at all sir. Right this way," and he turned and sashayed across the dining room to a small table in the corner. As I took the proffered seat and he laid the linen napkin in my lap, a cute little towhead reached over and filled my water glass, and served a junior loaf of bread with butter on its own little cutting board. As I was watching the cute little butt saunter away, I heard a voice clear over my shoulder. "Would you care for an appetizer sir?" I looked up at Steve's grinning face and started to blush at being caught looking after the busboy. "How about the stuffed mushrooms like we had last night Steve?" I said trying to recuperate. "With a little busboy on the side," he giggled at my expense as I just blushed more. He leaned down a bit and quietly said, "I'll get Mike to serve them to you so you can drool some more." Before I could get my brain to catch up with my mouth to actually say something, he was headed back toward the kitchen. I saw him say something to the cute towhead, but then continued behind the wall. Mike followed him out of sight, but came back out a few minutes later and headed back to my table with a pitcher of water. Since I hadn't drank any yet, I quickly grabbed my goblet and took a quick couple of swallows. He waited politely as I set it back down before he stepped forward and reached for my glass. As he stretched to reach for the glass, I felt his groin come into contact with my hand that was resting on the armrest. I knew instantly that this was planned and probably instigated by Steve for my benefit. He poured very slowly but his semi-hard cock was pressing firmly against my hand. I turned it over and groped his crotch. He finished pouring my glass, but he held it as we both enjoyed the encounter. I didn't want a scene with Tony, so I quit and set my hand in my lap. "Will there be anything else sir?" Mike asked as he straightened up and stood facing me with an obvious bulge showing. "No, not that I can think of right now Mike, but thanks for coming back over," I told him. "No problem sir; Steve told me that you were a friend of his and that I was expected to give you good service, so I'll be sure to check on you often," and he turned and walked back toward the kitchen to disappear behind a wall. About five minutes later, I saw he and Steve conferring in the doorway and then Mike was approaching my table with a tray. "Your mushrooms sir," he said as he walked up real close and pressed his full staff hard-on right up against my upturned hand. When I felt him this time, there was much less cloth between us. "You took `em off," I said as I looked up into his impish face. "Yes sir, anything for the customer," he grinned and swiveled his hips from side to side a couple of time so that I got a real good feel of his 6 hard inches. He then turned and lowered the tray with one hand while he stuck his other hand in his front pocket, pulling the cloth taut across his cute little boy butt. Other patrons were scattered about the room and more had entered since I was seated, but everyone seemed to enjoy the impromptu show. As the wonderful meal progressed, I was able to do a lot of `people watching' and I was able to discern that there was a definite disparity in the type and amount of service shown to some tables, and indeed some patrons, over others. Steve, Mike, and the rest of the staff gave good overall service, but some boys and some patrons seemed to receive the same type of `close attention' that I was shown. I made a mental note to ask Steve about this later. As the meal wound down and Steve brought my bill, he leaned over and asked, "Are you gonna stick around? I have a break at 8." I looked at my watch and saw that that would be in about 15 minutes so I agreed and told him that I'd meet him on the patio deck. I took my bill to Tony who ran my card and presented the receipt for my signature. I split the customary `tip' line into two and listed separate tips for both Steve and Mike. Tony took a look at my total, looked back again, but after last night's fiasco, I assume he decided against saying anything about it. "Very good Mr. Rawlings, I'll see to it. Thank you for dining with us tonight, and I do hope to see you again sir." I couldn't tell if his tone was sincere or not, but decided to let it go. I walked up to the bar, got another scotch from Geoff, and retreated to a comfortable chair on the deck to await Steve. I sat sipping on my scotch and watching some of the shenanigans going on between patrons. I had been tipped last night by Dennis and Michael that sometimes there was everything up to and including outright sex going on in out of the way corners and the later the night got. So I wasn't too surprised to see a couple in their mid-twenties swapping spit like crazy in the corner where two benches met under the canopy, and both had their hands working feverishly in the open front's of each other's pants. Sitting at one of the tables, a young man about 20 was sitting almost in the lap of a man in his fifties. It was clear that they were enjoying each other's finger manipulation under the table. I looked up and saw Steve emerge from the dining room, closely followed by a grinning Mike, both carrying Cokes. As they sat down at the table where I was, I noticed that Mike sat very close on one side. "Thank you Mr. Rawlings for the tip. Usually, I don't get tips myself; just what the other guys give me from their tips," he said looking up at me. "Umm... well, you definitely earned it... in more ways than one," I told him and then remembered that I wanted to ask Steve about the different levels of service. "Steve, I noticed that there were several times that you, Mike, and some of the others were VERY attentive to some of the patrons. I guessed that was similar to what you were giving me. Is that normal around here?" He blushed slightly and then slowly said, "Well... yeah... kinda. I guess we'll have to be more discreet; we could loose our jobs for it, but it's usually just to those customers that have tipped well before, and they really like it. Usually Mike isn't involved, but since you were so intent on his cute little butt, I asked him if he was interested," he explained. "Yeah, they've never let me in on it before tonight, but we can earn real good tips like that," Mike reiterated. "Ok, I see how it is guys," I chuckled, "And don't worry about someone else seeing you doing that. I make my living by reading people, and I spend an awful lot of time `people watching' so I probably picked up on it a lot better than most people would." I reached for my scotch and as I sat back, I felt Mike take my other hand and lead it over to his lap. He had slid up close under the table, and when my fingers were in his lap, I felt a hard shaft of bare skin. I pulled my hand back and exclaimed, "Whoa guys, this is going waaayy too fast for me!" "Damnit Mike! Put it away -- I told you that Blaine was a friend and to be nice, but I didn't think you'd rape him here," he hissed out from a clenched jaw. Mike recoiled from the rebuke and scrambled to do as Steve said. "I... I... I'm sorry.... I just thought... well... uuhhh... excuse me, I need to go back. Sorry Mr. Rawlings," and he scooted off toward the dining room. "Damn little fucker!" Steve said under his breath, and I could tell that he was still mad at what Mike had pulled. "Don't worry about it Steve," I started but he wasn't to be mollified that easily. "That's why we've never let him in on the `extra' service before. He never seems to know when and where. If somebody got pissed, and called the cops, they'd shut us down in a heartbeat. At the very least, we'd loose our jobs. That horny little fucker! I can't believe he did that!" I could see that Steve was running out of steam, so I just let him vent. Finally, he looked over at me and said, "I'm sorry about that Blaine. We're not ALL like that, honest." "Like I started to say Steve, don't worry about it. I think it just surprised me more than anything; this is all so new for me," and I nodded, indicating what was going on around us. He chuckled and then said, "Yeah, I'll bet it is, and some of these dizzy queens are so damn horny they'll do it in the bathroom." When I raised my eyebrows at that, he continued, "Yeah, they almost shut the place down about a year ago because two guys were going at it and an undercover cop walked in to check the place out. That's why they have `attendants' now." I was amazed at his revelation. `Boy, there sure is a lot to learn,' I thought as I just shook my head. "I've got to get back," Steve told me, "Are you gonna stick around for maybe later?" he asked hopefully. "Not tonight Steve," I have to get to the office on time tomorrow, and I'm still recuperating from last night," I said smiling at him. I could see his face fall, so I followed up with, "How about tomorrow after you get off work?" "I don't work on Friday and Saturday nights. They're the two best tip nights, so the more senior guys take them," he explained. "Well, then why don't we go out then... or... maybe just stay in?" I responded hoping for a rain check. "Great!" That sounds like fun," and he immediately brightened. "I'll call you tomorrow and we'll set things up, ok?" "Let me give you my number," I started, but he interrupted. "I copied it down last night," he said as he got up to move away. I thought that was a bit strange until he said, "Sorry, I just didn't want to loose track of you." "That's ok," I told him, "I'll be home after 5 and expecting a call then." We hugged goodbye and I headed through the bar and back to the parking lot, while Steve headed back to work. As I watched the garage door open, I remembered the note from Garret that I had picked up last night and stuffed in my pocket. I closed up the garage and went directly to my bedroom to find the note. I checked the slacks that I had worn, but the pockets were empty. `Well of course they are dummy, you got dressed and went to work this morning,' I chided myself and moved to my dresser where I put everything, usually, when I get undressed. There on the top was the crumpled note, so I grabbed it and went back to the living room to sit down for a while. I'd already had two scotch at the club, plus wine with dinner, so I figured that Pepsi was better right now. I kicked off my shoes, grabbed a Pepsi, and sat down to read. Hi Blaine, Dillon and me stopped over with a new friend we wanted you to meet. We'll try to call this weekend, and maybe we can come over and "SWIM".... Your other little brother, Garret I had to chuckle when I saw the word swim in caps and quotes. Then I thought back to last weekend and when I met the little elf. I knew I couldn't very well call them, so I'll just have to wait for them to call. Since I've never met the parents, I'm sure there would be a lot of questions if some strange man called and asked to talk to their son. I looked over and saw that the video I'd shot of them was still in the VCR, so I set it to rewind and went back to the bedroom to get more comfortable. After I'd pulled on just a pair of nylon workout shorts, I came back to find that the tape was fully rewound. I sat down, grabbed the remote, and fast-forwarded to find the spot where he and Dillon were in the pool. The pics of Dillon with Shadow were hot, but I wanted to see Garret this time. He really did have the cutest little bubble butt... I was glued to the big screen as I watched first Dillon and then Garret shuck their swimsuits onto the pool deck. I looked down and saw that I was absently stroking my hard and leaking cock as I was concentrating on the screen. I eased my shorts down and kicked them off as I watched Dillon and Garret slowly come together and start on their intense lovemaking both in and out of the pool. By the time that Dillon and Garret had both shot off, I was just as ready to explode like the 4th of July. About all I could do then was lie there and slowly return to some semblance of normal. After my breathing slowed, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess. I turned off the lights and the TV, and headed off to bed, looking forward to tomorrow and the weekend when I could renew my time with my new friends. I bounced into the office on Friday morning amid chuckles and giggles from both Debbie and Dennis. I'm sure they filled Pete in just as soon as he arrived from Denver later today. I had a really good day at work and closed two new deals with new clients. Pete arrived with good news that Denver was FINALLY up and running. Boy, do I hate banks and trying to work with most of them. If it wasn't such good money, I'd almost be willing to tell them where they could put their various forms of paranoia that caused nothing but headaches for us. During the conference with Pete, Dennis wasted no time in filling him in on the latest office gossip, namely me, and Pete was all ears -- especially when it came to the part about me being gay. "Well, it's about time you figured that out, buddy boy. Dennis and I were speculating about it when you were still married to Cindy." I looked back and forth between them both and couldn't believe what I was hearing. When Dennis got to the part about me going home with Steve, an 18 year old waiter, Pete started in with chicken clucks. "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck. A real chicken hawk huh." My blank stare started them both on a giggling spree and left me to wonder what the hell was so funny. "A chicken hawk... is a guy... who likes `em young," Dennis managed between gasps. I immediately thought back to my jack off fantasy from last night, and blazed crimson, which only brought on more riotous laughing from my two partners. Finally, they calmed down so that we could get back to talking, and I relaxed enough to not be so red. "That's all right buddy boy," Pete said, "I like `em young too, just of the opposite sex," which made me blush again. I remembered back to both of his ex-wives and it dawned on me that both had been more than ten years younger than he was. `Wow, what a group we are,' I thought, `I'm sure glad that we're good programmers,' as the entire situation of the three of us spread in front of me. We finished our meeting amid slurs and innuendos about what our plans were for the weekend. I guess we were all headed out for some fun tonight, so I told them all goodbye and headed home to shower and clean up, waiting for a call from Steve. When I got home, there was a message waiting for me on voicemail. It was from Steve telling me that he had to make a quick trip out of town and wouldn't be back until work on Monday. He hoped that I'd understand and not be too disappointed, but I found that I was indeed disappointed. I wanted to go out, and I was looking forward to having him in my bed again. `Oh well, just me and the video again,' I thought feeling pretty sorry for myself. Then I thought of Dennis and maybe heading out with him and Michael. "Hi Dennis, this is Blaine," I said after he picked up the phone. "It seems that I've been stood up tonight, so I was wondering if that invitation to join you and Michael was still good." "Sure," he instantly came back with, "We'd love to take you out. We had a great time Wednesday, and tonight will just be more of your education." He chuckled as I heard him telling Michael about my plight. Then I heard Michael's voice come on the line. "Too bad about your luck Blaine," he said, "And we'd love to take a virgin out again tonight," and I heard him chuckle. "Do you have any Levi's; preferably tight, old, and worn?" he asked from out of nowhere. "Well... yeah... I guess so," I stammered as I was trying to think of what I had and wondering what that had to do with going out. "Good, and do you have any boots like black leather boots, or cowboy boots?" That I knew right off -- I hadn't worn boots since back in my scouting days. "No, sorry, that I do know," I told him. "Well, the Levi's will be fine then. And a tight t-shirt, maybe white, or better yet, a tank top," he started rambling on and I could hear the excitement in his voice. "Oh this is gonna be so much fun." "Now wait a minute Michael. You mean that you want me to wear old worn Levi's with a t-shirt or tank top to go out tonight? What is this place where you're planning on taking me?" "Yeah, that's right. Here's Dennis, I gotta go change. This is gonna be great!" he almost screamed into the phone. "Wow, you just made his night Blaine. He's dancing around here like a house a fire talking about the Eagle," Dennis said when he came back on the line. "Ok, I give up, what's the Eagle?" I asked. "Hehehe," Dennis giggled, "Well, it's not like those yuppie bars that you've been to before, tonight you're slummin' with us." I wasn't sure of where this was heading but they haven't steered me wrong before so I decided `in for a penny...' "And I wear worn Levi's, right?" I wanted to make sure that I'd heard Michael right. "You got it. I hope they're almost skin tight, and the ones with the buttons. And hopefully they have a few `strategic holes' in them," and he giggled some more. Now I was starting to get the picture, we were going trawling and `advertising' like I had seen so many times in pictures on the net. "Ok, now I'm beginning to understand," I told him. "And a tight t-shirt or maybe a `wife-beater' as the kids call `em these days," and I chuckled too starting to get into the scheme of things. "Yup, that's it. Oh, and before I forget, wear that black leather jacket that I've seen you wear a few times in your convertible," Dennis followed up with. "I don't know about that," I said, "The cuffs are frayed and it's looking pretty shabby." "All the better," he gushed. "Oh yes, Michael just called down to me, be sure to drive the `Vette tonight. You'll impress the hell out of those motor heads down there." "Ok," I said, sounding more than a little dubious, "You guys have been right so far, so I'll meet you guys there. Hehehe, maybe you'd better tell me where it is we're gonna meet," I chuckled as I remembered that I didn't have the faintest idea where this place was. Dennis gave me the address and I mentally noted that it was just out of downtown toward the river and in the hilly section. We said we'd meet at 8:30, that way they could show me around the bar before it got busy and still be able to grab some burgers there if we wanted. I got off the phone wondering just what I had gotten myself in to, but headed off to shower, shave, shit, and shine, getting ready for yet another facet of this new life. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and decided that I didn't look half bad. I found some old Levi 501's that I usually kept for cleaning the garage and such around the house. I knew there was a tear on the back just below my pocket on the left, but it was on the outside so nothing would show anyway. I decided against any type of underwear since these pants were so comfortable and I usually freeballed at home when I wore them anyway. My only hesitation was that when I went to put them on, I noticed that the seam in the crotch where the four pieces of material meet was starting to unravel and a small hole that I could barely get my pinkie through was noticeable. `Oh well, he did say `strategic holes',' and I giggled at the thought. I did have the tank tops because I used them on the rare occasions when I could make it to the gym for a workout. I was even able to find an old pair of hiking boots that dated back to when Cindy and I went hiking during our college days. I cleaned them off, but decided against putting any polish on them. If this was supposed to be `grunge' then they would do fine. I blew my hair out after my shower thinking that I was due for a haircut and wondering what I'd look like in a `mullet' like some of those country western singers wear. I grabbed my old leather jacket out of the closet, the keys to the `Vette from the bowl on the counter, and headed out for my "date with destiny." As I approached the address that Dennis had given me, I saw that it was a non-descript brick building second from the corner. There was a lit sign on the front proclaiming the place as "The Eagle," but nothing else showed except the massive door to the inside. I was staring to have second thoughts about parking my classic on the street when I turned the corner and headed down the hill toward the back when I saw a signboard propped up that said "Valet Parking -$3" so that's where I headed. I got out and handed my keys to the young attendant who was dressed a lot like me. He gave me a ticket and I started to walk away when I heard, "Sir! Sir! Just a moment sir." I turned back to see what was the problem when the kid came up to me and asked me if I would please park the car myself, that he would show me where. "Sure, no problem, but I thought that's what was meant by `Valet Parking'." He looked down and the ground, and so help me, he scuffed a foot on the pavement like a junior high school kid. "Well, yes it is sir, but...well... uuhhh... I can't drive a stick shift," he admitted. I took the keys and got back into the car, shaking my head. I knew that stick shifts were a rarity these days, but I just kinda assumed that most everyone could drive one. He led me to a parking place right up front and I nosed in pointing to the fenced enclosure that surrounded what looked like a large patio deck with a balcony deck partially overhead. As I got out and locked the car, I saw several admiring looks from the various patrons of the place. The boy directed me to a door on the side of the patio that I hadn't noticed before, so I started walking there. I was supposed to meet Dennis and Michael somewhere out here, but all I could see were several people standing around outside the gate. As I approached, two men separated from the group and headed toward me. I stopped in mid-stride and just stared. If I hadn't have recognized Dennis' face, I would have walked right past Michael. Dennis was bareheaded wearing a royal purple tight t-shirt that was cut off just below his pecs and showing a good set of abs. Michael was wearing a leather cap that was peaked in front like one of those old time motorcycle caps that you see in the movies. He had his hair slicked back with some sort of gel and his moustache was neatly trimmed. The most amazing thing that brought me up short was that he was bare-chested and only wearing some type of harness that had two, wide leather straps, one on each shoulder, that met on a large silver ring right in the middle of his solar plexus. Also attached to this ring were two silver chains that draped around to the back, perfectly framing his massive pecs and dark, quarter sized nipples. Until this moment, I'd never seen pierced nipples on a man before, but Michael had one pierced with a small silver ring that had a small black marble on it, and the other was pierced with a straight silver bar. His perfectly smooth chest shown like alabaster in the reflected overhead lights. He had black leather pants on that looked like they had to have been painted on him and heavy black boots with silver rings on the sides. As my eyes shifted over to Dennis' legs, I was in for another shock; his pants weren't pants at all but leather chaps that were open at the top with what looked like a leather jockstrap to cover his goodies. The chaps were held in place by a heavy, studded belt that encircled his impossibly small waist. When he saw that he had my attention, he turned around and just about gave me a heart attack His entire bare ass was hanging out for all to see, and there wasn't a hair on it. "Looking good Blaine," Michael said as I picked my jaw up off of the pavement. "Shall we go in?" Dennis asked as he swaggered off toward the gate. To Be Continued...