I was attending a conference in Chicago. I am from Cleveland, OH and with the conference being that close I decided to drive instead of fly. That way I made mileage money and I would have my car there and not be stuck at the hotel like I usually am at these conferences. I am a married man, but it hasn't been a good marriage for quite awhile, so when I get the chance to go out of town, I like to make the most of it and see if I can get some action while out on the road.
Most of these conferences are the same, you are stuck at the Hotel for the whole day, and then unless you have a car there you are also stuck there all evening. And if you hang out at the bar in the Hotel, you will just be hanging out with people from the conference and everyone just wants to talk shop. How fucking boring.
So the first night I headed out in search of some more fun than what the Hotel had to offer. I like to drive around and look for the little out of the way bars. I found a small bar and when I walked in it was very dark. I found my way to the bar and ordered a beer. After I got the beer and my eyes adjusted, I looked around and noticed that all the people in the bar were men. Not a woman in sight.
Once I realized I was in a gay bar, my first thought was to get the hell out of there. I had never had gay sex in my life, and had no plans on starting having it tonight. I finished my beer and was about to head out when a conversation about Nascar came up and there were a lot of different opinions about the sport flying all around. I am a big Nascar fan and I was somewhat surprised to know that gays were into Nascar. So I stayed for the conversation. We argued about all the rule changes and how much they were fucking up Nascar with all the new shit they are doing. I had about 5 beers and wasn't feeling much pain. I don't drink a lot so it doesn't take a lot. I was about to leave when one of the guys asked me why I wasn't staying. I told him I was out of money, and my wife would see if I used the debit card at a bar for drinks. Didn't need that kind of pissing and moaning from her. He then offered to buy me a drink, so I accepted. I ended up having about 3 beers from him. He was sitting next to me at the bar and he reached over and placed his hand on my leg. I told him, "Hey, I'm not gay!" He left his hand on my leg and looked me in the eye and said, "You are in a gay bar, you let me buy you drinks, what are you, some kind of a cock tease?" I tried to explain that I was sorry but I didn't mean to come across as a cock tease. Hell, I had never been called a tease before in my life and it sounded kind of funny to me.
He then said that I was gay and that was why I was in here, and if I didn't think I was gay, he would be willing to prove to me that I am. Now I was kind of intrigued as to how he was going to prove I was gay. So I told him fine, prove that I am gay. He told me he lived in an apartment over the bar, let's go up there and he would prove it to me. At this point I was feeling no pain, and was looking forward to showing him that I wasn't gay and that I wasn't cock teasing him!
