Jake had just turned 18, and was looking forward to being able to legally go into the local bar. He was also looking forward to meeting some of the hot women he'd seen going in and out of there, the few times he'd tried to sneak in.
That night, he dressed in his tightest jeans, no underwear, and his favorite button down white shirt, splashed on his cologne, and headed out.
He got to the bar at about 11, just about the time most people started showing up for some serious partying. The bouncer looked at his ID and grinned, wished him happy birthday, and let him go in.
He looked around, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness, then went to the bar and ordered a drink. He paid, then sat down at a table and faced the crowd, looking to see what there was to see.
He knew he looked good, his rugged football player's body long and lean, his cock clearly outlined under the tight jeans. He made eye contact with a few girls, but none of them seemed brave enough to approach him. He had his eye on one in particular, a sexy babe with a short skirt and tight blouse, when he was distracted by someone sitting down next to him.
It was an older guy, probably in his mid-20s, wearing jeans, a tight t-shirt, and boots. Jake smiled at him and said hi, and the older guy introduced himself as Trent.