It's difficult to meet gay men in the burbs, so when I discovered a gay social club on the internet I decided to check it out. The group meets in a church basement in a nearby town. Only a few men were in the room when I arrived at seven.
A good-looking older guy approached me. "Hi. I'm Steve. Welcome to the group," he said.
"I'm Phil," I said as we shook hands. His hand was soft and warm but he had a firm grip.
Steve introduced me to the others. They all seemed glad to see me.
There was no formal program. Everybody just hung out, chatting, drinking coffee or tea, and socializing. No one looked gay, that is, there was no flamboyant behavior, no wrist dangling.
By eight several men had come in and a few others left. I chatted with a couple of guys who looked interesting, but nothing came of it. I was thinking about leaving when Steve came over to me.
"Phil, a few guys are coming to my place for drinks after this. Would you like to join us?" He touched my arm and I thought I saw interest in his eyes.
"Yeah. Sounds like fun, but I can't stay long. I have to work tomorrow."
"That's all right. Have a quick drink with us."
Steve's home was nearby. I followed him in my car with the others behind us to a quiet residential street. The houses were typical suburban colonials and split-levels. Steve's was sand-colored with brown shutters and red front door. He opened the door and stood aside to let me and three other guys enter his spacious living room. He led us to the kitchen.
"I have beer, white wine, and Scotch, bourbon, I think there's some vodka."
Jerry, a beefy guy about the same age as Steve said, "Let me have a beer, please."
Steve looked at me with a smile. "What's your pleasure, Phil?"
"Bourbon, please. With water," I said.
Everybody got drinks and settled in. Steve and I were talking about the neighborhood when I noticed Jerry and Paul, a good-looking blond guy, leave the room. Nobody else seemed to notice. Steve, me, Sam, and Dave were sitting at the table. Steve made me a second drink.
I'm not a big drinker and two bourbons had me light-headed.
Steve invited us to move to the family room at the rear of the house. "Let's go see what the others are up to," he said, grinning.
The family room was nearly dark, with only a table lamp glowing. A big-screen television dominated one end of the room. A sectional sofa, a love seat, and two easy chairs were arranged around the center. Jerry and Paul were on the floor in the middle, naked, sucking each other in the sixty-nine position.
"Oh, my!" Steve said, "Mind if we watch?"