This story is solely a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 and consenting adults. Enjoy.
It was October 29 and I was looking for something new. Life was dull; single with a boring desk job, mid twenties and only a few acquaintances; mostly neighbors and co workers. So I thought why not try something new. Something exciting. Something not me. But what?
It took time but finally I thought perhaps I should go to a bar for those who are looking to meet a person of the same sex. After searching online, I found one thirty miles away. It had good reviews. It was clean looking and, to me, looked professional from all the pictures I saw.
"Gay. Bi. Straight. All are welcome here." were the first words which appeared after I tapped the website button. I think this will be fun even though I was not gay but had been with two guys- bj's only. I thought of myself as "Straight with a bi side." So we'll go with bi for the rest of my tale.
Since Halloween was on a Friday, I knew the place would be full or at least hoped it would be. Because All Hallows Eve is a time to dress up, I figured I would wear something kinky. Something that was definitely not me.
Thanks to a strict workout routine and trying to eat a healthy diet, I thought a tight black shirt to show my body's definition, black low top sneakers and very short denim shorts to accentuate my firm butt. It might not be a "costume" but it was far removed from what I would ever think of wearing. So that is what I bought on Thursday for the following nights festivities.
After getting home from work, I showered then laid out my new clothes. My cock was raging hard as I stood naked but I did not touch it; I wanted my ten day load to be ready if I met a new friend. I thought about going "commando" but the denim short shorts were too tight, so I put on a red satin thong I had. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought "Not bad. This will be a fun night."
The drive did not take too long and I arrived at the bar five minutes after six pm. Perhaps too early, fuck it.
As I walked in, the place had to be half full. I found myself a stool at the bar and ordered a beer. While looking around at the many various costumes, a man older than I walked over and extended his hand.
"Hello. I've never seen you here before."
'Yep. It's my first time. I live some thirty miles away." I said with a smile.
This man was dressed in a Star Trek uniform. He was fifteen years older and six inches taller than me.
After talking for ten minutes or so, he suggested we find a table.
"Let's get some appetizers. My treat."
"Oh, no. I can pay my way."
He laughed. "I insist."
So we ordered some wings, onion rings and nachos with cheese. The food was good but having two beers was bad. I rarely drink and two beers was more like six to my mind and body.
He looked concerned "You feel alright? I can't have you pass out here."
Then he paused, smiled and said "Or drive home."
