"I hope there are no hard feelings," Linda went on for the twentieth time. They were sitting in a booth at El Taco having lunch. It had been three weeks since Jenny learned about her ex-boyfriend Mark and Linda. It wasn't the first time Jenny caught Mark cheating on her. She was surprised that Linda fell for his bullshit.
"He said you guys had broken up," Linda said trying to pin everything on Mark. He had been a good fuck, but that was no reason to loose Jenny as a friend.
Jenny smiled. "Yeah we broke up," she said leaving out the when. "Normally I wouldn't do this...but since you guys might be seeing each other...I thought you should know," Jenny said reaching for her cell phone. She opened it to My Pictures and handed it to Linda.
Linda stared at the first picture. It was Mark, on his knees, kissing the head of a huge cock. And he was wearing pink panties!
"Oh...my...god," she said zeroing in on the bulge in Mark's panties. She flipped through the rest of the pictures quickly. Having seen them all, she flipped through them again much slower. She was particularly upset by the one where the guy was shooting his load into Mark's mouth. Cum was dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Just thought you should know..." Jenny smiled.
* * * *
Darrell pulled into the parking lot. It was not what I was expecting.
"This place looks a little rough, Darrell. Are you sure we will be ok in there?"
"Now Mark, I come here all the time. Nobody will mess with you." But suddenly I'm not so sure.
He gets out and comes around and opens my door. Why did he do that? I can open my door just fine, thank you very much. Still sitting in the car,
I am eye level with his crotch. I can't help but notice how obvious his bulge is outlined in his tight leather pants. Doesn't he know that everyone can see it?
"Let's go Mark," he says taking my arm and leading me towards the door. It feels creepy to have him holding my arm, especially going into a club. I didn't know what to say so I just went with it, but I didn't like it.
The men around the door looked like bikers, serious bikers. They stopped talking as we approached. "Hey Darrell, who's your friend?"
"Jealous Pete?" Darrell replies as we step inside the door.
I wonder what that was about as we step inside. It's dark and smoky; a band is playing in the back. Darrell leads us to two empty barstools and we sit down. He turns towards the bartender and orders us drinks.
I look around the club. All I see are men. Then my eyes start to adjust to the low light. I see two men sitting at a booth against the wall. As my eyes focus, I see a younger guy underneath their table, on the floor.
That's strange, I think. Why is he on the floor underneath that table? Then my eyes focus a little better and I realize he is sucking the guy's cock! And I mean right there where everyone can see!
Holy Shit!! I realize it's a gay bar. I had no idea! I feel my stomach sinking. Suddenly I'm scared. I thought we were just going to talk about the other night.
The bartender brings us drinks. Mine is a daiquiri with a penis straw sticking out of it. I instantly freak out!
"Darrell, I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was gay. I'm not. I'm straight as can be," I tell him. Then I quickly follow up, "You know... the other night...that was all Jenny's idea. She was just getting back at..."
"No Mark, I know you are straight," he says, "That is what attracted me to you."
What? His words don't make any sense. He's attracted to me? How can he be attracted to me if he knows I'm straight?
Then it dawns on me. From his perspective we are on a date! Jesus Christ!
"I'm sorry Darrell, but I would really like to go. Can we go now, please?" I plead.
"We aren't going anywhere. Just take a pull off that drink, relax." I can tell from his tone that he has no intension of leaving. He couldn't care less that I am all freaked out.
My god what have I gotten into? My mind starts to race. We are in his car. OK, I will walk. But I'm not even sure where we are or how to get home. Shit!
I pick up the drink, push the straw to one side and take a pull. It is strong and the alcohol feels really good going down.
"Use the straw," he commands. His tone is authoritative.
"I don't want to use the straw," I said rebelliously. "Why did you bring me here?" I ask trying to calm down.
"You said you wanted to talk. Well, this is where I talk," he said with a crooked smile. "I assume it's about the other night when you sucked my cock."
"I told you I'm not gay!" I see a few of the men near us looking at me. They look really rough. Maybe I said that a little too loud. I can see the way they are looking at me and it's not good.
"This is a pretty rough place, Mark. I would be careful how you act...and what you say," he says calmly. He causally takes a sip from his drink.
Of course his drink is a scotch with a regular straw. "You will be ok as long as everyone thinks you are with me. But if they think you are up for grabs...well that would be another thing entirely."
Holy shit! Suddenly I get his drift. I feel my heart beating. I look over my shoulder. The place is filled with guys who could easily rip me apart and look like they wouldn't think twice about doing so. I pick up my drink to take a sip. I look at the straw. It is a pink penis with an exaggerated mushroom shaped head with two balls underneath. Although I don't want too, I slip my lips around it and take a strong pull. The booze shoots through the slit and feels good going down.
I noticed only three other guys in the bar have a penis straw like mine. They are so obviously feminine compared to everyone else in the bar they stick out like a sore thumb. One is sitting in the guy's lap for Christ sake.
Great! So I am obviously Darrell's date. He expects me to play the feminine role I suppose, that's why I have the penis straw. Considering the alternative, I just have to accept it. I slip my lips around the bulbous head and drain my drink. It feels obscene having the booze jetting out of the slit, but I am thankful for the alcohol. It's the only thing keeping me remotely calm.
