I Went Where?

I Went Where?

I was working in my father's hardware store, one of the last family owned in the area, during the Summer between my Junior and Senior years in college. I had turned 21 this Spring, and will admit to visiting a few bars with and without friends.

I was helping Mr. Carlisle find something in the fastener aisle (screws and nails, etc.). The store wasn't busy. We (Mr. Carlisle and I) and the cashier up front may be the only ones in the store right now. My father is around someplace, but he sometimes takes a nap in his office in the afternoon. The cashier knows to buzz him if he's needed.

Mr. Carlisle asked me, "Have you ever been to the Tar Pit, Jack?"

"You mean the LeBrea Tar Pits in California?"

"No. It's a bar over on the west side. I thought that I saw you there last week."

"Not that I'm aware of. I was on the west side with some buddies last week. We hit a couple of bars, but I don't know the name of them."

"Ok. It's a gay bar. I was just wondering."

"I don't think that I was there. The guys that I was with are not gay." At least, I don't think they are.

I helped him find the correct size bolt and he headed up to the cashier.

After he left, I used the map function on my phone to locate the Tar Pit. That was the area that we were in, I think. The problem was, I don't remember much about that night. I was blitzed.

I'm gonna be honest. I had been thinking of finding a gay bar and visit it once or twice. I scored with girls on occasion, but I watch a lot of porn, and lately I've been watching more bi- content. Let's just put me in the curious category.

I was planning on playing golf this Saturday in a western suburb. Dad had plenty of help on the weekends, so he gave me those days off. The guy that I'm playing golf with always has something that he needs to do with his girlfriend on Saturdays, so I knew he wouldn't be sticking around. I decided to see what that place is like on a Saturday afternoon. I thought that was a safe bet for a start. If I got a strange vibe, I wouldn't go back.

On Saturday, I walked in the door of the bar from the back parking lot. I've been in here before. I wondered if Carl and Mike knew this was a gay bar. They live on this side of town. But... I had a bigger problem to solve. Mr. Carlisle was walking towards me.

"Jack. Good to see you. Can I buy you a beer?"

"Ummm."

"Come on. I won't bite. I was just relaxing before I head home to the missus. She and I are going out tonight. One beer."

"Okay. Thanks."

He found out what kind of beer I wanted and walked to the bar. "Lou. Could you get my friend an Ultra and I'll take a glass of water. We're going to be in the booth over there." Mr. Carlisle pointed to a corner.

Lou brought my beer over and asked me for my ID. I already had it out, and he set the beer and a glass of ice water down. Mr. Carlisle had picked up the half bottle of beer he had off of the bar.

After Lou left, Mr. Carlisle said, "So you decided to check the place out after I told you about it?"

"Well, I was over here anyway. I thought that I would stop in for a beer. Do they have burgers?"

"I wouldn't eat here Jack."

I'm glad that he was looking out for me. "Thank you, Mr. Carlisle."

"Pete."

At the store, he had asked me several times to call him Pete. I guess it was appropriate here. "Thank you, Pete."

"So. I'm thinking that you're wondering what a married guy is doing here?"

"I think that I know what you're doing here, but the fact that you're married had crossed my mind."

"Yeah. Well. That's a long story, but just suffice it to say that my wife's sex drive doesn't match mine. Sometimes I come over here looking for a horny twink."

"What's a twink?"

"Don't kid me. Even if you don't watch gay porn, there are plenty of twinks in straight and bi."

Yes. I knew what a twink was. At 5'7", 140 pounds, with so little natural hair on my body, I've decided to shave the rest. Yes. I know what a twink is. "Ok. You got me."

"That's not what I'm doing today though. I was driving near, so I thought that I'd stop in for a beer and talk to Lou. He's a nice guy."

I couldn't respond to anything.

"Are you curious, Jack?"

I couldn't see any point in lying. "Yes."

"You're going to need a wing man. I can do that for you. There are some old guys that come in here that will be all over you if you come in alone."

"And if I come in with a friend, or two?"

"Depends on the guy and the crowd."

I said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything that you like."

I had a lot of questions, but the biggest one was, "Did you see the two guys that I was in here with last week? Do you remember seeing them here before?"

"No. I saw you, but I didn't notice anyone with you. You're wondering if they are gay, or bi?"

"Yes."

"I would say probably. There is always the chance that they didn't know or didn't care that this establishment caters to a gay clientele."

"Thanks. Another question?"

Pete looked at his wristwatch. "I've got 10 minutes before I have to take off. Fire away. As many as you like."

"What do you do when you're with these twinks? Are they always young?"

"There are some guys in their 40s and 50s that still consider themselves twinks, but I'm usually looking for someone... younger. As far as what goes on, that depends on the twink. I can go either way."

"Either way?"

"Yeah. I enjoy being both a top and a bottom. I usually tell the guy that the biggest goes on top."

"Biggest? Height? Weight?"

"No. Dick size."

"Oh."

"How big are you, Jack?"

"7 1/2."

"We might have to do a side by side comparison in that case."

We could do it right now. I was hard as a rock. Pete was a little taller than me, maybe a couple of inches, and a little more weight, but not fat. I could see some hair in the open collar of his shirt, so I assumed he was hairy all over. I wasn't sure if that would turn me on or not, but just talking about it has.

"I'm going to have to leave, but can you make it over here about 6 on Tuesday?"

"Yeah."

"I'd like to talk more then. Finish your beer over at the bar. Lou will look out for you."

Pete got up and waited for me to rise as well. He grabbed his water glass and the still half full beer bottle and walked up to the bar. I was right behind.

"Lou. Take care of my friend here and put his beer on my bill. If he wants a second, he can have that as well, but then cut him off." Pete dropped a 20 on the bar and walked out.

Lou picked up the 20, beer bottle and water glass. He poured out the beer and the water, then wiped his hands on his towel. He walked over to me, held out his hand, and said, "I'm Lou."

"Hi Lou. I'm Jack." I shook his hand.

Somebody called Lou to the other end of the bar. Lou said, "I'll be back."

"Thanks, Lou."

Lou walked down to the end of the bar where 4 regulars were drinking.

"Who's your friend, Lou."

"A friend of Pete's. I don't recommend you try to start anything."

"You want him for yourself, Lou?"

"I wouldn't mind an afternoon with him, but that's not what I'm talking about. I think that he's new."

"Oh? Raw meat?"

"That's enough Brad. I think that Pete has taken him under his wing. Give the kid some space."

Brad had a thing for young cock. He loved sucking it. He didn't care how big it was. The kid over there wasn't very big, so he wasn't expecting anything. Brad wasn't very successful in his conquests. He was 57, short, overweight and balding, but he asked politely. Sometimes he got lucky. Lou walked away and Brad made a move to get off of his stool. The guy next to him put his hand on his shoulder.

"Lou asked you to give him some space."

"Fuck. You guys are no fun."

"Just don't want to see you get punched. I don't think that I could get over there in time to stop him."

Brad saw the reasoning in that and sat back down.

Lou walked back over to me. "Can we get you something to eat?"

"Ahhh."

"Let me guess. Pete said to stay away from the food."

"Sorry, but yes."

"Don't worry about it. I spent quite a bit of money over the past couple of months to get the kitchen in shape and hired a new cook. She's back there today. How does a burger sound?"

"Sure. I'll give it a try."

"What kind of cheese? Swiss, cheddar or pepper jack?"

"Pepper jack."

Lou punched some things on a screen. "Should be out in 10 or 15 minutes."

"Thanks."

Lou and I talked until the food was ready. A lady brought it to the bar. It came with fries. Once I dressed it as I liked, I tried it. I had no problems with this burger at all. I'd have to tell Pete.

Lou walked up after I took a couple of bites. "What do you think?"

"It's good. I'll correct Pete for you."

"Thanks." Lou walked away and let me eat.

I looked over to the back entrance and in walked Carl and Mike. They saw me sitting at the bar and came over and sat on either side of me. Lou came right up.

"Lou. These are friends of mine, Carl and Mike." I pointed at them as I gave the names. Lou shook each of their hands and asked what they were having.

They ordered their beers and Lou grabbed them. "That'll be 2 each or 4 if one of you are paying for it."

"I'll take care of that Lou. I think they bought for me the last time I was in here." I got a card out and handed it to Lou.

Carl laughed and thanked me. "I didn't think that you could remember when you were in here with us."

"I remember the place, but I don't remember what we did in here."

"So how did you find your way over here?"

I explained everything to them. "So. Are you guys gay?"

Mike answered first. "I'm straight. The only time I ever come in here is with Carl. The beer is cheap, even after 4 when the prices triple."

I turned to Carl. "Well, let's just say that I go both ways."

Carl was a big guy. 6'4" and maybe 230. One of my only black friends. I couldn't believe that he goes both ways. "You mean that you top and bottom?"

Mike spit out his beer and started laughing.

Carl said, "No. I mean male or female. As long as I'm doing the fucking."

Lou came over and grabbed my empty plate and set a glass of ice water down in front of me. "The food is on the house, Jack. Thanks for the review."

He left my charge card and a bill to sign. I gave him a $6 tip on a $4 charge. Hopefully that covered at least the cost of the food.

Carl said, "Why don't you come over to my place, Jack. We can talk."

"Is Mike coming?"

"No. I've got a date tonight."

I looked back to Carl. "No date for you tonight?"

Carl said, "I've got one, but she's working until 9, so we're not meeting up until 10."

I've been friends with Carl for a couple of years. Not close friends, but I trusted him. I just can't believe that I didn't know that he fucked around with guys.

They finished their beers, and I took a drink of water. I waved to Lou, and we were out.

I waited outside of Carl's place. He was dropping Mike off in another part of the apartment complex. I got out of my truck and met Carl on the walk. "I should've told you to go right up. I think Mark is here." Mark is his brother, a local cop.

When we walked in, Mark was in the kitchen packing some things into a small cooler. He turned as we entered and greeted us. "Hey guys. I'm just packing a tote for work, and I'll be out of here in a few minutes. How's it going, Jack?"

"I'm doing well, Mark. Thanks. Working the late shift this week?"

Mark walked out into the living area. He was just wearing some boxer briefs. I could see a rather large bulge. Mark said, "No. I'm picking up a little OT is all, and it's only a half-shift." Then he spoke to Carl. "I should be home by 1 or so."

Carl said, "Cool. Be safe."

Mark went off to his room. Carl asked if I would like a beer. I decided that one more wouldn't hurt and said yes. Once he came back with a couple of beers, he had me take a seat on the sofa and he sat in a chair facing me.

"What did you think about the Tar Pit, Jack?"

"Well. It's a bar. I've never been in a gay bar before, but I didn't see anything different there today."

"If you had been more observant when we were there last week, you would realize that there are some differences. What were you looking to happen today?"

"I'm not sure that I was looking for anything to happen. I was just checking the place out."

"This Pete guy. Do you think you can trust him?"

"He's a regular customer at the store. So, I think so."

"Ok. Just be aware that things aren't always what they seem. And if you go there on your own, keep an eye on your drink."

I looked at him for a second, realizing what he was saying. "They would do that to a guy?"

"Let me ask you this first. Have you ever been with a guy?"

"No. I'm curious, but until recently, I had never given it a great deal of thought, and if Pete hadn't mentioned that he had seen me there, I doubt that I would've looked the bar up. That reminds me. Why did Mike and you take me there?" While I had considered looking up gay bars, I would never have thought about looking on that side of town.

"Mike already told you. The beer is cheap." Carl took a drink of his beer, then said, "The reason that I asked if you've ever been with a guy is because, if some of those guys there found out about that, I wouldn't put it past them to slip something into your drink and once it kicked in, they would start passing you around. There is no telling if or when you would make it home."

I sat back on the couch. I had heard about this happening to girls, and even some older women, but I never considered that it could happen to me. "Why?" I looked towards the hallway and Mark was listening to the conversation.

Carl chuckled. "You do realize that you are a stereotypical twink, don't you?"

"I know what a twink is, and I know that I fit the general description, but I never really thought about it until today. Pete said he was always interested in finding a twink."

Mark went into the kitchen and grabbed his cooler. "I've got to go. Carl. Would you fill me in on this tomorrow? Jack. Take it easy and listen to my little brother." Mark left to go to work.

I looked at Carl and asked, "Does Mark play with guys as well?"

Carl said that as far as he knew, no. "But his precinct covers that bar, and he has told me about some of the times that he's had to respond to calls there. But, truthfully, it's not that much different from any other night club that caters to a younger crowd."

I let this sink in, and Carl continued. "Whether it's accurate or not, twinks are seen as submissive. They're almost always considered to be bottoms, although I doubt that assumption is true. I'm going to tell you, Jack, that you're a good looking guy, and if I had any hint that you were interested, I would've introduced you to my cock long ago."

I took another drink from my beer. I've seen Carl in the locker room a couple of times at the gym at school. I've never seen him hard, but even soft, he was huge. Speaking of hard, I was getting there. I said, "That's gotta hurt."

Carl laughed, took a swig of his beer, and said, "I'm not going to lie to you. I wouldn't recommend that you start with anything this big (he was pointing towards his crotch), but if after you've experienced some other cocks and you want to give it a try, let me know. Tell me. Are you hard?"

That question got me there. I lowered my head and said, "Yes."

"So. Would you be interested in sucking a cock?"

When I left home this morning, and as I drove to the golf course, I wondered how I would answer this question if it was presented to me. "Are you going to tell Mike about this?"

"I expect Mike will probably ask you about it when you see him next, but not because of anything that I've told him."

"Then yes. I would be interested."

"Good. Stand up and take your clothes off."

I wasn't sure why I had to have my clothes off to give a blowjob, but I had received my orders. I got up and started removing my clothes. Carl was sitting in the chair watching me. "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

"Yes. Once you're done undressing yourself, you can undress me. Until then, I'm just enjoying the view."

When I removed my underwear, Carl did a little whistle. "Damn, Jack. I didn't realize that you were packing. If you're interested, I might be able to introduce you to a couple of twinks that would love to hop on that pole."

I think that I blushed. Carl said, "Turn around for me. Let me get a look at that ass."

I turned and looked over my shoulder at Carl. I saw him stand up and walk towards me. When he got up behind me, I felt him grab one of my ass cheeks. He squeezed, but not hard. Then he said, "Damn, Jack. I sure hope that you're interested in feeling a big black cock fucking you deep in that ass, because when that happens, I want to be first in line."

Then Carl reached around and managed to get my cock in his hand. He took a couple of swipes, and I came. "Someone's excited. Don't move while I find something to clean that up."

Carl ran to the kitchen, grabbed a roll of paper towel and a spray bottle. He gave it to me and asked me to clean up the cum on the carpet and sofa, and he would be back in a second. He came back and had a couple of towels and a condom. He handed the condom to me. "Here. Put that on."

"On me?"

"Yeah. Just in case you have any more... umm... accidents."

I started laughing. "Yeah. That was a little unexpected."

I rolled the condom on, and said, "What are we going to do with your cum?"

Carl stood up and looked at me. "You're going to swallow."

Carl took the used paper towels back to the kitchen and returned. He grabbed my ass again. "Now. Where were we?"

This time, he pulled my back into him. I could feel his cock, hard, in the middle of my back. He hugged me to him, and started playing with my nipples. I moaned.

"You like that, eh? Any of your girlfriends find that out?"

Carl was gently tweaking my nipples and I was having a hard time answering. All that I could get out was, "No."

"But. You've played with your nipples before? Haven't you?"

I felt like I might cum again just from him playing with my nipples. I went to grab my cock and Carl said, "Don't! You're going to get there again, but let it build. Why don't you take my clothes off me now."

Carl released me, and I turned around and lifted his tee shirt. He was so much taller than me that there was no way I was getting it over his head without him bending over. Instead, he grabbed the shirt and told me to take off his shorts.

I reached into the waistband of his shorts and grabbed the gym shorts, and his underwear and started lowering them. I had to kneel down to get the shorts to go lower, and as I did, I unveiled Carl's cock. And... it was magnificent. I knelt there with my mouth open, then looked up at Carl and asked, "How big?"

Carl smiled. "By the time I get ready to blow, it'll get to 10 and 1/2 inches."

I looked back at his cock and realized that he was telling me that it was going to get bigger than this! Carl lifted a foot so that I could take his shorts off. Once off, I was kneeling in front of him. Carl said, "Go ahead. Take it in your hands."

When he said that, I looked down at my hands and realized that it was going to take two hands. I reached up with both hands and grabbed a hold of his cock and lowered the head to point it towards my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked the end.

Carl put his hand on the back of my head and just held me. He didn't try to force me down his cock. Then he said, "Take your time, Jack. I'm not expecting you to get it all in your throat, but if you're interested, I can teach you. Just not today. I want you to think about it."

Over the next twenty minutes, Carl taught me how to suck his cock. One of my favorite parts was when he had me licking his balls. He shaved them smooth.