Jack is on his way to the gay dance bar located downtown. He's been divorced for about six years now and discovering that he is more flexible in his sexuality than he ever would have thought during his marriage. All thanks to a coworker that happened to invite him out one Friday, at the end of the work day, to a drag show at the bar.
He showed up towards the middle of the show and stayed towards the back of the bar where his coworkers wouldn't notice him. He was enthralled by the way the men on stage looked and carried themselves during their performances. Not all of them would pass as women, but that didn't discourage them from getting up on stage, dressed-up and made-up to the nines, to entertain the crowd. And entertain they did, the audience was clearly enjoying themselves as they clapped and whistled for their favorite performers.
It was this peek into another world, which he'd never had been aware of before, that set him on his path towards seeing what the hell else was out there for him to discover. He flirted a little with cross-dressing in the safety of his own home, thanks to online shopping. Occasionally, he'd get brave and wear a pair of women's panties under his pants to work, which always left him feeling a bit daring and naughty.
This evening, Jack had decided, he'd go and dance and see what was out there for him to find. He wasn't specifically looking to hook up with a man, but he wasn't closed off to the idea, either. If he was being honest with himself, and most of the time he was, he wanted to find people like himself. People who were open to exploring and without all the sexual hang-ups that society places on both men and women, alike.
Pulling into the parking lot, Jack took a couple of hits from his bowl, before he exited his car. In his mid-40s, he was of average height at 6' even, slim built, with olive skin and light blue eyes. His black hair with sprinkles of silver at the temples was freshly cut and his full dark beard neatly trimmed. He was wearing gray jeans, white button down shirt rolled up to the elbows and his black boots. Jack knew he was a decent looking man, but felt a little uncomfortable with so many eyes on him as he walked up to the end of the line waiting to enter the bar.
Jack only had to wait a few minutes before one of the two beefy bouncers at the door waved him up and asked to see his photo I.D. Jack handed it over to the beefcake and was told there was a ten dollar cover for the band, which he paid. The bouncer opened up the door, with a blast of music from the interior, for him to enter.
Upon entering, Jack felt the high energy of the place and felt his own excitement ratchet up a notch or ten. He made his way to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer, and decided to walk around and see what there was to see. The place was crowded with men and a few women, here and there, talking, laughing and having a good time. The dance floor was packed with bodies gyrating to the beat of the live band that was playing. Jack noticed in the darkened corners there were people making out. He was fairly sure he saw one man getting his cock sucked, but moved on without looking too closely.
As Jack made his way towards the back part of the bar, he found that there was a room past the bathrooms where a couple of pool tables, dart boards, several large screen televisions and another smaller bar was set up. It wasn't as crowded in the back room, so he decided to pull up a bar stool and sit at the bar to people watch. It wasn't long before a young, good-looking, blonde bartender came up to ask if he needed another drink.
"Sure, I'll take another. Thanks," he says.
When the bartender returns with his beer, Jack asked, "What's your name?"
"I'm Alex," the man tells him.
"I'm Jack. It's nice to meet you, Alex," Jack says as he pays for his drink.
"I've not seen you here before," Alex observes. "Is tonight your first night visiting TJ's?"
"I was here for a drag show a few weeks ago, but didn't stay once it was over. I thought to see how it was on a regular weekend night," Jack explains.
"The band playing tonight has this place hopping. It's a local favorite called Rocking Horse," Alex tells him. "Are you here alone or are you meeting someone?"
Jack looks at the younger man, "I came alone and don't have pre-made plans to meet up with anyone."
"Now, that's good to know," Alex tells him with a grin before moving to help another customer.
Jack was left staring after the young man with his eyebrows raised. "I wonder what he meant by that comment?" He wondered to himself before giving a small shrug and turning back to people watch.
A good-looking man with dark skin, long twisted locks, wearing jeans and a nice tee shirt, came and asked if he wanted to dance. Jack threw back the last few swallows of his beer and followed the man to the dance floor.
Once on the dance floor, Jack came to find the man who asked him to dance was named Eric. Eric was an amazing dancer and Jack had a blast dancing with him until someone else came up and cut in to ask to dance with Eric. Jack was unfazed and exited the dance floor looking to grab another beer. He decided to go to the back bar, since the one nearer to the dance floor was packed.
As he was walking up to the bar, Alex spotted him and pulled a beer from the cooler with a tilt to his head, "Ready for another?"
"Yes, indeed. Dancing is thirsty work." Jack said as he sat down.
Jack had only drank about half his beer when another guy came over and asked him to dance. When Jack turned to face who was speaking to him, he did a double take. It was his coworker, James. The one who'd invited him to the drag show.
"Hey, Jack. I wouldn't have thought to find you here. Would you like to dance?"
"James, I wasn't expecting you to be here, either. Uh, sure, we can dance." Jack felt a little out of his depth. James was a coworker, and at least ten years his junior, and he wasn't sure what to make of him at the moment. James, with his blonde hair, deep, brown eyes, and easy smile. And that smile was directed at him, right now, which had Jack's heart beat picking up pace.
He and James made their way to the dance floor. Jack allowed his body to relax and move to the heavy beat of the music. James was actually a fairly decent dancer, and there were other men that would join them for a time before moving on. Jack found that he was actually enjoying himself as they danced for the next several songs together.
James mimicked drinking from a glass, and Jack nodded in agreement. They both exited the dance floor and went towards the back bar. The place had gotten even more crowded while they had been dancing. It took several minutes before he could even get Alex's attention to order.
"Hey, Jack! Are you ready for another beer?" Alex asked him.
"Yes, please," Jack said. "And whatever my friend here would like, as well."
James asked for a Manhattan before Alex moved off to go get their drinks. He and James found a couple open stools and sat while they waited.
