A Gay Haunt

The Apollo Lounge is situated at a busy intersection downtown in the heart of the community. Such a locale, cheap booze and "adult entertainment" make it a popular haunt for gays.

As for me, I recently turned 22 and graduated NYU school of nursing, one of only a handful of guys in that school. I soon found employment at a hospital in NJ. My chosen career in health care is a female dominated profession, but so what.

I've always been effeminate, someone who enjoys the company of women, just not one at a time.

Standing 5 9, I have a swimmer's body. In fact, I was on my high school swim team for four years.

Anyway, at 22 I am peeking out of my gay closet. On a recent balmy evening a red Toyota driven by a strikingly handsome Hispanic dude named Jose let me off a block from my ultimate destination, the Apollo Lounge. I paused to peer nervously in both directions before heading for that haunt.

The place turned out to be just as I expected. Cute men are everywhere I look. The place is noisy and crowded. A female impersonator performs "her" act on stage for a group of excited men.

A large rainbow flag hangs from a ceiling beam. Large five-bladed ceiling fans spin cooling the air. A smoking hot bartender is chatting up his customers as he serves them.

Nearby is a staircase. Some research on the internet tells me that the upper floor is also part of this club.

After watching the DRAG queen for a few minutes I took a seat at the end of the bar.

A gorgeous brown-haired fellow with a pencil beard approached after a few seconds. He is wearing a green tank top with jeans. A small tattoo adorns his left shoulder.

"What can I get for you?"

"Michelob on tap please," I replied.

I watch him pour my beer then started a conversation with him.

He turns out to have started working here a year ago. He is dating someone named Alan whom he'd met in painting class. I mentioned that "I'm currently single."

"I've seen a lot of hookups here."

Anyway as I sipped my beer our conversation was interrupted.

The evening seems to not be going well. All around me men are either hooking up or came with a partner. I, as usual, remained bashful about meeting people.

At the top of the staircase a room is furnished with comfortable red mattresses. Four very large flat-screen televisions_ two opposite the entrance and one on each side wall_are showing man on man sex.

Propped up on my elbows with knees slightly raised and shifting my eyes side to side, I watched the videos on the back wall. During those initial moments the left side TV shows the "69" while that on the right shows doggy style intercourse.

Before long blood rushed to my dick giving me a boner. My hand crept downward to stroke it lightly through my jeans.

Would club management object to me getting completely naked? I can't be the only guy who comes into this room to jack off. For the time being I would remain clothed.

I headed back downstairs to the bar for another beer.

"You're back," said the bartender.

"Can I have another beer?"

He slid the mug to me.

"Hey you," said the dude sitting on my left.

I turned my head.

He looks familiar. Was he at Sayville High?

I opened with a question. "Did you play high school football?"

"Stevie don't you remember me? It hasn't been that long since highschool."

"I was on the swim team. You played football."

We engaged each other in chit chat passing the time. Much, though not all of the conversation, was about school days.

After a few minutes I said finally, "I'm surprised to find you in a gay bar."

"I came out in college. My best friend Matt back then was a party animal so there were always girls around. I couldn't keep pretending to like girls so I fessed up to him."

"Are you and Matt still friends?"

"We're still friends. He's dating my sister Anne."

"If Matt was gay would you do him?"

"Yah, in heartbeat," Mike said.

"Is he hot?"

"He has OK looks but he's an awesome friend."

"Do you know there's a room upstairs with televisions?"

"Guys go up there to jack off."

I opted to not admit that I just came from there.

"Do they get completely naked or just unzip or rub it through the pants?"

"What ever floats your boat," Mike said grinning.

I giggled at the reply.

"Let's go upstairs."

Without saying a word we headed upstairs to watch the videos.

"Take it all off dude."

I pulled off the Classic Wine polo shirt revealing my bare chest. With a light touch, he circled my nipple then the opposite areola.

"Are you flirting?"

Michael gave a speechless grin.

Seconds later I tossed my jeans and BVD briefs onto my shirt,

Lying on my back, I closed my hand around my boner and pumped rapidly.

He focused on my rapidly moving hand. A minute passed, then another minute, then several seconds. Cum streamed leaving droplets of white goo inches above my navel.

Michael undressed while I was busy masturbating.

He crawled over me putting his face in my lap and his thick cock over my lips. For nearly two minutes heads bobbed, lips and tongues moistened each other's dick.

A couple of days passed uneventually. Though we had exchanged phone numbers, I waited for him to call me.

The call came at 6 in the evening while I was eating dinner. I had been home from work for almost 3 hours, having left at 3.

"Michael it's about time you called."

"I was waiting for you to call me."

"Do you feel like taking a walk by the water?"

Fire Island is a barrier making the water placid along Long Island's south shore. Beyond Fire Island is The Hamptons.

"Sounds good," he said.

Just before sunset we arrived at The Hamptons. The tide had gone out leaving rippled mudflats beyond the dry sand.

Seaguls glided over surf and sand, their cries racing through the air.

We walked and reminesced about school days. Back then we didn't move in the same circles but there was mutual respect.

"Did you know you were gay back in high school?"

"I knew on a subconscious level but I couldn't admit it to myself."

"You didn't date girls."

"No," he said.

Michael and I gazed at the colors created by the orange setting sun.

"I always knew that I'm gay."

"Stevie everybody always knew it."

Point taken, I thought.