When I was eighteen years old, I heard a rumor that Rainbow Lounge a bar on the other side of Fort Worth was a gay bar. I'd always had 'urges' to have sex with a man but was always scared of trying. My older brother was overseas in the army and I had his driver's license and I looked enough like him for it to pass inspection. So after thinking about it for a couple days, I got brave enough to go to the Rainbow Lounge.
It was slow for a Friday evening, maybe about seven people plus the bartender. I sat down at the bar, ordered a beer. I guess I looked old enough because I didn't get carded so I didn't have to show him my brother's driver's license. As I sipped my beer I kinda watched everyone. After a little while, an older guy sat down beside me and started chatting with me. He was about thirtyish, about five foot ten, around one hundred and sixty pounds, with wavy dirty blonde hair and "Magnum PI" mustache. Cute but a little feminine.
After about an hour or so of bullshitting with me, he told me his name was Nelson and asked, "Would you like to go to my house and have a beer?"
With no illusions what his intentions were, I said, "OK," and followed him home.
While driving, my mind was going a million miles an hour in about a million different directions. More than once, I almost turned off and drove home. But the prospect of finally seeing what it would be like to be with another guy was giving me an erection and kept my car right behind his.
Once in Nelson's house, he turned on some music and grabbed me a beer from the refrigerator. Then he excused himself to go let his German Shepard out.
While he was gone, I looked around the house. On his refrigerator door was a post card showing a man's naked ass with a caption arrowed to the asses crack saying "wish you were here." This removed any doubt as to why Nelson invited me here.
"That was from a good friend that just moved to Galveston," said Nelson from behind me. "Awesome place. You need to go there sometime." I didn't tell him that almost everyone from Texas had been there at one time or the other. Ever summer my family went to Galveston for two weeks and stayed in the Flag Ship Inn, the only hotel that was built out over the water. It was cool standing out on the patio in the evening and watching a storm on the horizon and watching and listen to the roar of the black waves crashing into the beach.
Storms seem to draw fisherman. As soon as a storm blows up in the distance they storm the beach like flies, standing knee deep in the water and casting as far out as they can. The sun would barely be peeking over the horizon in the morning when the old men with their metal detectors would be sweeping the beach for lost articles. And I'm not sure if it would be the same people or not but there would be a swarm of fisher man .
We talk for a while. Nelson told me about Galveston and I told him about college. I was still in high school but I knew enough about UT at Arlington to fool him. As to be expected when two guys get together the subject of sex finally came up. I bullshitted with him about the girls from high school.
This all was over a period of about an hour.
