When I got my first job out of college I landed a really good job. But I was young and inexperienced, and simply didn't feel like I fit in. I was far from home and didn't know anyone which made it that much harder. I was also having trouble meeting girls. I was putting in a lot of hours trying to learn the ropes and simply didn't have the time to work on a relationship. Of course this left me horny and frustrated. Fortunately I made friends with Dave. He worked at my office and had been there for a while. He took me under his wing and became a bit of a mentor. He was a good trainer, I have to admit and I got comfortable fairly quickly in my new role.
The odd thing was, after my training, Dave became...more friendly. He offered to take me to dinner and show me what the town was all about. I had heard that he was gay which made me notice things about him...like no ring, kinda soft voice, didn't stare at the secretary's ass when she walked by. But then again, I am a straight guy and I was comfortable with my sexuality so it didn't really matter to me. We occasionally discussed things that turned us on and stuff on our breaks and I got a kick out of his responses to some of mine, but nothing that guys don't normally talk about. So after turning him down on the dinner/drinks deal, one Friday I decided I would go with him. I don't know why I said I'd go. I really just wanted to get out for a while.
It was early summer so I dressed light but nice. I was looking forward to getting to know Dave. I needed a friend already. Getting to know the local scene would certainly help me find a nice lady to spend some time with. I did some manscaping before he picked me up in case I met a girl at the bar, or where ever he took me. Plus it was due...I had been neglecting myself! Anyway, he picked me up at 7 and took me to a local steakhouse. It was nice, we had a nice meal and he made sure my beer never went empty. I was definitely feeling good when the check came. He was nice enough to pick up the check and that was my first clue that something was up. I had once told him how I'd like to be on the receiving end of the date for a change, not having to worry about the check, or the drinks, or the door for that matter. And when he held the door for me on the way out I thought, " Nah, I'm overthinking this".
We went to a local bar after dinner. We parked way in the back of the lot. Considering Dave's nice Mustang convertible I didn't give it much thought. They had a few pool tables and dart boards. My kinda place. We were playing a round of pool when a coworker, Rick, showed up. He seemed surprised to see us but was alone and came over with a pitcher. We played a few rounds of pool and I thought I noticed them chatting, but really didn't think much of it at the time. After 2 or 3 hours I was pretty toasted, not wasted but feeling pretty good. We all decided it was time to go.
