It was the end of the night at the bar where I work. I'm a cook, and I was sitting at the bar, waiting for my manager and the server staff to finish up, so we could go home.
Next to me was a server chick and Cody (a bartender). Everyone knew Cody was gay, you could just hear it in how he talked, his slightly feminine voice, not to mention he was pretty open about it. He was actually talking to the server chick about some pretty sexual stuff. I had my head in my phone, but I caught a few things he was saying. Joking about dick sucking, finding a hot guy, things like that.
I didn't mind. In fact, I listened intently, although I tried to play it like I was a million miles away, in thought. I did manage to join the conversation a little (on non sexual subjects), and Cody laughed at some of the stuff I was saying. His laugh seemed to make my stomach feel warm. I come off as a pretty straight guy. But I've always had bi-curious fantasies, things I try to hide, and I couldn't help but wonder if Cody could tell.
I've even had these fantasies about Cody. Sometimes I'd imagine it, small stuff like working in the kitchen and Cody would walk behind me to grab something, maybe brushing his hands along my ass. Thoughts like that caused me to jerk off one or two times at home. But at work, I always tried to keep it professional and put on a "straight" face.
But back to this night. The server chick ended up leaving, and my manager walked near me and Cody. He said he had to do his usual money counting stuff in the back, and it shouldn't take too long, then we could go home. He disappeared in the back, leaving just Cody and I sitting there.
I felt my breath hitch in my throat a bit and the bar seemed extra quiet. Cody scooted over bar stools so that he was right next to me. I looked and smiled at him, playing it off like it didn't bother me. But really, my heart was racing and my mouth felt extra dry. I took a sip of my ice water and pretended to half look at my phone.
"So what's up?" Cody asked me. I turned towards him and smiled, nervously rubbing my shaggy hair.
"Nothing, just waiting to get out of here," I said smiling, looking at him for a moment and then back at my hands on the bar.
"Yeah, totally," Cody said, in his soft, feminine voice that gave me goosebumps. Then he slid his hand over and rested it on my leg, squeezing my leg just above my knee. His touch send jolts through my body, my cock instantly starting to come to life, my breath failing me again.
"Ha, um, what are you doing?" I managed to say, shyly, my voice cracking a bit.
"Oh nothing, just squeezing your leg. Is that ok?"
