Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2005 18:52:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 14

Blaine's New Life
By Rebel
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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
Males.  If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read
this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states
you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate
everyone who has kept after me to continue the story.  I DO answer all
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Chapter 14 -- Strange New World

`Wow, this is gonna be another good night,' I was thinking as I almost
skipped toward the showers and changing rooms.  As I approached the open
doorway into the building, I noticed that Dale was standing there, looking
as if he were waiting for someone.  He didn't look any to happy, but all
the years I've known him since grade school, he's always been a pessimist.
`Oh well, I'm going with Blaine tonight; I'm not letting anything get me
down,' I thought as I turned the corner.

"Hey Jerry, is that the sugar daddy with the `Vette you been talking
about?" he asked as he fell into step with me.

"Yeah..." I responded slowly, wondering why he was puttin' him down like
that; he hasn't even met him.

"Well... the way you're acting, and... ahh... after what I'd just seen
happen out there on the deck... well... ahh..." he stammered.

"Look Dale, if you've got something to say, then just spit it out."  I was
starting to get a little pissed at all this; especially after being spied
on.  I spun the combination and opened my locker as Dale did the same with
his.  He sighed and then looked around to see if anyone else was close.

"Jerry, what do you really know about this guy?  You've known him
what... one day?" he asked.

I just looked at him as I peeled off my Speedo and grabbed my towel.  At
first, I was kinda worried about showin' off a hard-on, but Dale's
conversation took care of that for me.  I slammed the locker door shut and
stomped off toward the shower, knowing full well that Dale'd follow me
since he was out of his suit too.  As I stepped into the half full shower,
I looked around and picked one on the far corner.  I stepped up to the
showerhead and cranked the tap to full hot.  Just as I had expected, Dale
came over next to me carrying his soap and shampoo and turned on the
adjacent shower.

"Jerry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you pissed at me," Dale apologized,
and I could see in his eyes that he really meant it.  As he started to soap
up, I remembered that in my haste, I had forgotten mine.

"Can I use your soap when you're done; I ... ahh... I forgot mine," I asked
sheepishly.  He looked up at me and grinned, knowing that I couldn't stay
mad at him for long.  He'd just gotten through soaping his ass crack and
his balls, grinned from ear to ear, and held the soap bar out to me.  "You
bitch," I said grinning back at him, knowing that he wasn't worried about
it.  It wasn't the first time we'd had closer contact than that to each
other, and sharing the soap that he'd just washed his butt with was nothing
new.

"Jerry, we've known each other forever... and we've even shared the same
guys sometimes, remember," he jogged my memory back to the few times we'd
had three-ways with other guys, and then continued.  "I just don't want to
see you get hurt."  I looked up at him, and all I could see was the love in
his eyes that I knew he had for me.  It was what we'd shared with each
other over the years of being beaten up by our fathers.  We would hold each
other when we were too young to know that it was just the alcohol that
caused them to hit us, and not that we'd done anything to start it.  We
loved each other better than most brothers, but it wasn't a `relationship'
type of love.

"Yeah, I know Dale, but why did you say that about Blaine?  You haven't
even met him yet," I asked.

"Well, last week was the first time you met him right?" he asked, and I
nodded, remembering that we'd talked about me meeting this guy at the store
that drove a new T-Bird.  Since I had a car, Dale and I spent a lot of time
talking about everything as we drove to school together and to and from the
swim club when I could make it.  "And you told me Saturday night that you
were looking forward to goin' over to his house yesterday, right?"  Again I
nodded, wondering just what he was getting at.  "And he wants you to go
over there again tonight right?  That's why you gave him the kiss."

`Wow, he's been watching me close.  I guess what Blaine said about me
having all these people watching out for me is really true,' I thought as I
washed the chlorine off.  Dale took the opportunity of the lull in our
conversation to shampoo that mop of hair he insists on keeping, so I just
started thinking more about what he was actually trying to warn me about.
`Blaine's a nice guy, but so was Jeffery Dahmer.  After all, I really
didn't know much about him.  Maybe he's just one of those guys that wanted
to get me over there after dark...  No, Blaine's not like that.'  "Shit,
now I'm getting as paranoid as you are Dale," I tried to laugh it off, but
my head was just going around in circles.

"Well, a little paranoia is a lot better than dead in a ditch somewhere.
C'mon Jerry, if this guy's as good as all that, what's he want with someone
like us?  You know what our lives are like... hell, he could have his pick
of any of the guys up on Capitol Hill," he said as he was rinsing off the
shampoo.  We both had been thinking about making some money by selling it
up around the Capitol Building where all the `guys for sale' hang out.
We'd cruised by there several times looking at what we'd have to compete
with, and we knew that most of those boys who went with state senators and
the people who work around there were waaay out of our league.

"Yeah... you're right Dale, what would anybody like him want with the likes
of us?  Hell, I hafta work at the grocery store just to get anything
extra."  My good feelings from earlier were going down the drain as fast as
the remnants from our shower.  We turned off the showers and headed to the
doorway to dry off.  After getting most of the water dried off, we walked
back over to our lockers and sat on the bench.

"Sorry to bring you down, dude," Dale said as he patted my leg while we sat
close.  I could see in his eyes that he was really concerned about me.

"That's ok bro; you were just getting me back into my own world.  You're
right, I do need to be careful; and you saw him, the build that guy's got
could break me in half," I joked as I reached for my boxers.  "The only
problem is that I already told him I was gonna go over to his place.  Now
what do I tell him?"

"Well, I need a ride home -- if you're heading that way, and you can tell
him that something came up.  Look Jerry, all I'm saying is to take it slow.
If he's for real, he'll still be there.  It just seems kinda strange that
he followed you here today.  I mean, you didn't even spend the night,
right?"  And he gave me a friendly hug around my shoulders.

We finished getting dressed, threw our wet things inside our gym bags, and
slowly headed to the check-out desk to turn in our locks.  I sure hoped
that Blaine would understand, and not be too mad at me.



`Oh shit,' I thought when I saw Jerry come through the door to the locker
room accompanied by another boy about his own age.  `Something's happened,
and it looks like Jerry's having a hell of a time trying to back out on
coming over tonight.  Hell, the poor kid looks like he's going through hell
right now.  Damn, it was a bad idea for me to come here,' I thought as I
saw the boys approach.  I held the door open for them, and Jerry gave me a
half smile as we headed out the door.

"Jerry, if I've said or done anything to upset you, I'm sorry.  I sure
didn't mean--"

"Nah, that's not it Blaine, it's just that Dale here reminded me that I
told my mom that I'd run some errands for her tonight, that's all," he
interrupted.

I knew instantly that what he'd just said wasn't the whole thing.  I
stopped and reached a hand over to his shoulder stopping him on the walkway
toward our cars.  "Jerry... ahh... I take it that this is Dale?" I asked,
looking at the dark haired boy standing with us.

"Ahhh... shit, I'm sorry.  Yeah Blaine, this is my friend Dale.  He's been
my best friend since the first grade... and he's kinda in the same boat as
me when it comes to our dads," he quietly told me, his eyes brimming with
unshed tears.

"Hi Dale, it's good to meet you," I said as I extended my hand.  He took it
hesitantly, but his grip was firm and I could see in his eyes that he
really loved Jerry.  "I take it that you don't have any secrets from each
other," I said, and seeing both heads nod, I continued.  "Jerry, we haven't
known each other very long, and it wasn't a good idea that I came here.
I'm sorry about all the shit that has been going on in both of your young
lives, but if we're going to be friends, then we can't start off with lies
to each other."  Both boys looked at me and then looked at each other.
Suddenly, Jerry dropped his bag and jumped into my embrace, and I felt warm
tears running down on my shoulder.

As I held him close, I looked over to Dale who was looking anywhere but at
the display in front of him.  I saw movement in the window and looked over
to see Joan looking back at me.  I gave her a thumbs up signal that
everything was ok, and she smiled and stepped away from the window.  Jerry
quit crying and started to pull back from me, and I looked up to see that
Dale was holding out a towel for him.  `These boys are really close,' I
thought, `I'll bet I came between them.'  Jerry wiped his eyes and looked
sheepishly back at the two of us.  "C'mon guys, let's go over to the cars,"
and I led them over to the lot.

"Wow, that's your T-Bird Blaine?" Dale asked, seeing the car for the first
time.

Chuckling at his youthful exuberance, I answered, "Yeah, that's mine.  Go
ahead and get in if you want Dale," and watched as he ran ahead and got
into the passenger seat.  I did notice that he opened the door rather than
jump over the side like so many teens would do.  Jerry and I walked up and
stood by the open door.  "Look guys, it's obvious that you two have a thing
together, and I sure didn't mean to come between you," I started, but the
boys exchanged knowing glances, and then started to snicker.  I was at a
loss as to what had just taken place.  "You two... ahh... wanna let me in
on it?"

Dale looked up at me guiltily, and then said, "Nah Blaine, it's not like
that.  We both love each other... a lot... but not like that.  Hehehe,
we've even shared partners sometimes.  We'd do anything for each other, and
I... ahh... I told him that ... uuhhhh, well ... that maybe he didn't know
much about you and... and maybe he should take it easy," he almost
whispered.  "But now that I know you... welllll... maybe..."

"No Dale, you were right.  We don't know much about each other and I think
I was thinking with the wrong head when I came over here," I told them, and
they both smirked at that one.  "Jerry, let's just wait and get together
the next time you have a day off, ok?  But you CAN call anytime if you want
to talk..." I left it up in the air.

"Thanks Blaine, I'm glad you understand," Jerry said to me.  "I think I was
thinking about like that too," he said as he pressed his hand down toward
his groin and I saw his hard cock outlined in his khakis.

"Hell Jerry, that's nuthin' new -- you're hard all the time... just like
me," Dale said, and I saw him press down on his burgeoning hard-on.

After a few more niceties and getting hugs from both of them, I watched as
they got into Jerry's car, backed out, and drove out of the lot.  I knew
that I had Jerry's best interests at heart, but considering what all he'd
been through in his life, I can't blame him for wanting to go slow.  And
Dale is probably the best kind of friend a person could ever have.  I knew
I'd see Jerry again, and probably quite soon.  And judging from the
closeness of Dale, I sure hoped I'd see him again too.  I got back in the
car and drove back home.


The next couple of days were filled with playing catch-up around the
office, and it wasn't until Wednesday afternoon when Dennis came into my
office and reminded me of our dinner date that night.  "Well, are you all
ready for dinner and dancing and the whole clubbing gay scene?" he asked
after he'd closed the door and sat down.

"Huh, what scene?" I was startled back to reality, "Oh yeah, dinner with
you and Michael.  Yes, I've been looking forward to it, but have just been
kinda busy this afternoon with Denver.  What time is good to meet you two?"
I asked.

"Well, you sound enthused.  When you first didn't remember, I wasn't sure,"
he commented, but being rather reserved.  "We can do it some other time if
you'd rather Blaine."

"Nah, tonight's great.  I really do wanna find out about this new side of
my life, and how to meet people and everything, it's just the fear of an
unknown situation that has made me a little nervous.  There's no way that
I'd ever get up the courage to go to a gay night club on my own; the
prospect is just too intimidating.  Being with two people that I know and
trust will make my `coming out' a lot easier," I told him.

He chuckled and said, "Well, at least you've got the lingo down.  Where did
you get that term `coming out', if you don't mind my asking?"

"Off the Internet -- that IS what we do here, surf the net.  I had a couple
of free evenings since we talked on Monday, and I surfed around and found
the gay yellow pages site, and then put in Sacramento and found a listing
for several night spots.  It seemed like the more I looked, the more
information there was, so I just kept following links and found a site
called National Coming Out Day, and they talked about people just like me.
Us guys who just found out about ourselves late in life, usually after a
failed relationship or something, and I felt like I was reading my
biography."  He looked at me with this strange look on his face; I guess it
was between dumbstruck and awe.

"Uuhh... yeah... I guess this is more than just a phase then if you're
looking that deep," he finally got out.

"Dennis, I've been lonely since Cindy moved, and now I realize that I have
missed a big chunk of my life because I was just too dumb to figure it out.
I was perfectly content just goin' along with the standard norm, and never
questioned anything.  Until last week, I'd never been presented with a
situation that challenged that way of thinking, and I just went with what I
had.  I'm really looking forward to tonight and getting out there, but
there is one thing," I said.

"Ok, what's that?" Dennis responded, now that he had gotten over his
initial skepticism.

"Since I ain't got no learnin'," I started in my best imitation of a hick,
"I'm relying on you guys to keep me straight and not let me do something
really stupid.  I don't want to make a fool out of myself too badly, and
embarrass you and Michael," I told him.

"Keep you `straight' huh," he grinned from ear to ear.

I blushed realizing what I'd just said and followed up with, "See what I
mean -- and I didn't even realize what I'd said until--"

"I know, I know," he interrupted my stammering.  "I can see that this is
gonna be fun; I've never initiated a virgin before," he said, and then
broke into laughter as he saw my incomprehension cloud my face.  "The place
we're goin' to is what's called a mixed club.  It has the reputation of
being the best dance club in the city, so it's frequented by straights and
gays, so sometimes it gets a little dicey trying to figure out the players.
Some of the guys actually go there to hit on the women and end up getting
hit on themselves, so when that happens--"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute; this place isn't all just guys?  I kinda
figured that the lesbians would have their own clubs somewhere, so I
figured that it would just be guys," I said.

"See, that's what I mean, it's real easy to make the wrong conclusions.  I
don't know what all you surfed on the net, but most of the gay world is
pretty tolerant of most everyone, so you'll see a lot of different types of
people there, especially tonight," he told me.

"What's so special about tonight?  Should we maybe go another night?" I
asked.

"No, no, that's the whole point.  Tonight they have an amateur dance
contest and a drag show, so it brings out a good sized crowd.  Michael and
I figured that that way you'd see a good cross-section of gay life, have
some fun and a good dinner, and we'd be there to explain what we're sure
you're gonna have questions about," Dennis patiently explained.

I passed a hand through my hair as I took in all of the new information.
"And here I was feeling pretty smug with myself for learning all about the
gay lifestyle.  Dennis, I'm really glad you guys will be there.  Just by
what little you've told me, I'm gonna have lots of questions.  I just don't
want to do something stupid and--"

"Don't worry about it Blaine, after a few drinks, we'll all be stupid and
so will the rest of the bar, so just have fun and enjoy yourself.  We'll
watch your back and try to answer the questions, but if you meet someone
buddy, you're on your own," he chuckled as he got up.  "We'll meet you
outside the restaurant door, because there are four doors into the club, so
be sure to go to the one under the restaurant sign.  How about we meet at
6?  That'll give us about two hours, will that be enough?"

"Well, on that note, let's get the heck out of here and I'll meet you at
6," I said, closing down my computer and getting up.  We walked out
together and drove off, headed home to shower and change.


I was as nervous as a kitten as I drove into the parking lot.  I was
surprised to find that I had to park some distance from the door; after
all, this was Wednesday night, and most of the clubs I'd ever been too
would have been dead in the middle of the week and only start hopping on
Friday and Saturday nights.  I locked the car and walked toward the sign to
meet Dennis and Michael.  As I approached, I saw a couple of nice looking
guys get out of a car near where I was parked, then walk around to the
back, take each other's hand, and the shorter of the two gave the taller
man a quick kiss, then they walked hand in hand to the same entrance where
I was headed.  I wasn't particularly shocked; just surprised, I'd never
paid enough attention to have seen that before in public.  `This is going
to take some getting used to,' I thought to myself as I saw Dennis and
Michael waiting for me.

"Hi guys," I said as I walked up, "It's good to see you again Michael," I
said as I extended my hand.  I noticed that they were both having a
difficult time trying not to chuckle.  "I just thought to myself that I
have a lot to learn, and obviously my surprise is all over my face."

"That's ok Blaine," Michael said as he shook my hand, "We both realized
that we were gay when we were teenagers, and sometimes it's difficult to
remember that far back, that's all.  Let's go eat; I'm starved," he said as
he held the door for us to enter.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it actually just looked like most of
the restaurants I've ever been in worldwide.  Michael stepped up to the
host and was recognized instantly.  The host was quite the flamer and just
gushed all over Michael and Dennis, and when he came to looking at me he
said, "Weeeeeell, what have we here dahlings?  Ohhhhh, you are a strong one
too," he said as he passed his hand across the sleeve of my coat and firmly
pressed against my bicep.

"You might not want to get too close there Tony," Dennis saved me, "He
presses your body weight just for fun.  This is my business partner Blaine,
and he's slumming tonight, so we dragged him in here with the promise that
we'd watch out for him.  Now, if you would like to take all three of us
on..."

"Oooooooh no, no, no, no -- I would never be able to sit down again," he
gushed as he stepped back toward his station to check his book.  "Ah yes,
Dennis and Michael -- table for three; right this way gentlemen," and he
picked up three menus and swished his way into the interior.

My raised eyebrows must have been a tip-off, because they both giggled like
schoolgirls as we followed Tony over to a nice table near the wall.  After
we were seated, and Tony had flittered away, I was beaten to the question
when Michael said, "Tony can be a pain sometimes, especially with someone
new.  I let him know that you were aware of the game he was playing and
that we were protecting you from the big bad nasties out there.  He didn't
like being caught out so quickly, but he'll get over it.  I'm sure that by
now he's spread the word that you're new, so you'll probably be inundated
with a parade of people through the evening."

"What my eloquent partner is trying to say is that because you're fresh
meat, you ARE gonna get hit on.  Since you didn't take the bait with Tony,
you can bet that by the time we hit the club, every queen in here is gonna
have bets as to what your `type' is, and they'll all be tryin' to make a
score," Dennis chuckled.

"Thanks for warning me; I'm sure glad I have you two to run interference
for me tonight -- this is gonna be fun," I responded as I opened my menu.
"I think you mentioned something about the prime rib here on Wednesdays," I
said in general as I perused the room.  I noticed that the uniforms of both
waiters and busboys seemed to be tight white t-shirts with the club logo on
the left, with tight black slacks.  On some of the boys, they looked like
they were sprayed on.  I saw this cute little blond number head toward us,
about 20 years old, with the typical college boy haircut.

"Good evening gentlemen, my name is Steve and I'll be your waiter this
evening.  Would you like to start with any appetizers or wine for your
dinner?" he said to the table in general.  He seemed to be genuinely
interested and not just "working a job" like so many wait staff I've met
over the years.  I watched him as he asked the other two for their orders,
and he went about his job with a professional quality that I found
intriguing.  At least, that's what I would have told anyone who asked why I
was staring, but the truth is that his package was right at eye-level, not
three feet away, and I was wondering if the tube I saw running down his
left leg was real or padding, when I was hit on the shoulder.

"Wha...??"  I looked over toward Dennis, then realizing that I was off in
my own little world, I snapped my attention up to Steve's face, and I found
him smiling back at me.  "Uh... how's the prime rib tonight?" being the
first thing that popped into my mind as I tried to recover.

"It's excellent sir.  Is that what you would like?" he asked, still
grinning at me.  After I had made my decisions concerning side dishes and
salad, he took my menu and started to leave.  I thought that maybe I might
get out of this alive when he turned back to me and said, "And yes, it is
real."  My mouth must have dropped all the way to the floor because Michael
and Dennis just roared -- not a small little chuckle, but a full on belly
laugh.

"Damn Dennis, we can't take the boy anywhere," Michael said and continued
laughing.  We must have been quite a scene, these two hyenas, and me so
red-faced that I could hardly breathe, yet no one seemed to be upset by our
shenanigans.  I just sat there squirming in my chair, looking for the
nearest mouse hole I could crawl into.  Finally, these two were able to
control themselves and after taking a drink of water, Michael extended his
arm and patted me on the back and said, "He IS nice to look at, isn't he."

"And you guys were supposed to protect me so that I didn't do something
like that," I said looking directly at Dennis.  Then I realized that I
didn't feel bad about what had transpired; I just felt like I was with
friends, that everything was ok with these two, and I could make all the
social faux pas and they still wouldn't judge me.  It was a grand feeling
to have new friends like them.  I saw the silliness and started laughing
right along with them.  Another fine looking young man approached the table
with a bottle of wine and went through the usual ritual before pouring us
all.  "Wow, this is some classy place; a separate host to seat you, a
different waiter, and now a different wine steward."

"Usually that's not the case sir," replied our steward, "But Steve isn't
old enough to serve alcohol."

We all just looked at each other, and then we all burst out laughing again.
This was gonna be a strange night.


It took us about an hour and a half to finish a truly scrumptious meal.
The guys introduced the various people who made their way to our table
"just to say hi."  We must have been interrupted half a dozen times until
we were approached by this very distinguished looking gentleman with salt
`n pepper hair and a clipped moustache.  He was introduced as Malcolm
Gunderson and he was the owner of the establishment.  We chatted for a bit,
and Dennis mentioned that we were being `scrutinized' and he understood at
once.  He said that he would take care of it, and because of the occasion
(my `coming out) he insisted that we indulge in his decadent dessert tray
on the house.  I watched him approach Tony, whisper in his ear for perhaps
five seconds, and then move on to Steve, who nodded his response and
approached our table.

"Blaine, they have the absolute best burnt crème custard with a chocolate
glaze sauce and I recommend it highly," Dennis told me.  Steve had heard
the last part of our conversation so he waited expectantly.  I was trying
to figure out if I had enough room for dessert which must have been
interpreted as indecision on my part.

"Or if you would prefer sir, I can bring over the dessert tray for your
selection," Steve followed up the lull in the conversation.

"No, that's not it, I was just wondering if I had enough room for dessert,
that's all," I managed to get out still being entranced by this boy.

He leaned closer and whispered, "Or maybe a little fresh cream would be
more to your liking!"  As he straightened back up I could swear that the
tube in those skin-tight slacks had lengthened.  I was speechless -- which
brought on a fit of giggles from the other two.  He looked over to the
other two and said, "That would be three burnt crème then, I presume?"  The
other two said yes, but all I could do was to dumbly nod my head.  I
watched as that gorgeous little boy butt walked back to the kitchen.

"Wow, you really like the young ones," Dennis muttered just as I was taking
a drink of coffee.  Of course, it went up my nose when I tried to drink,
and cough at the same time, so it took a few seconds before I could even
begin to stutter out an answer.

"Leave him alone; Steve's cute.  If I weren't already taken--" Michael
started to say before he was so rudely slapped on the arm.  About that time
Steve returned with three wild looking plates that had this wonderful
concoction in pewter custard cups, topped with a light chocolate glaze, but
I noticed that the one I was served had a slightly different cream topping
on it.  I wasn't about to ask; I just spooned right into it.


The low din coming from the bar area next door was growing, so it was
obvious that things were heating up in there.  "Well, if everyone's ready
we can still get a table for the contest if we get in there," Michael
informed us.

"Sure, I'm ready," I told them, and we got up to move this show into the
other room.  "I'm gonna go hit the head, you guys save me seat, I'll be
right there," I said, spying the men's room on the way.  As they moved on
into the bar, I found my way back to Tony and asked him to prepare a bill
for our meals.  He seemed startled and related to me that they usually just
ran a tab and put everything on their monthly account.  I told him that I
wanted to get the dinner tonight and gave him my gold card, telling him I'd
return after the men's room visit.

I stepped into the men's room but hadn't taken three steps when I heard the
door open and felt a hand on my shoulder.  Steve was standing there and
asked, "Are you ready for your dessert?"  He leaned forward and gave me a
kiss that rapidly developed into a full blown tonguefest.  He broke the
kiss, took my hand, and said, "In here," and pulled me into a stall.  We
didn't waste any time but immediately resumed where we'd left off.  I could
feel my full bladder so I reluctantly pulled us apart.

"Steve, I came in here for a reason, and now I HAVE to go," I said as I
looked pleadingly into his eyes.  He reached for my zipper but I pushed his
hand away.  "If you do that, I never will get to piss."  He chuckled
lightly but moved over just a bit so I could get access to the toilet.  I
fished out my cock and heard him whistle.  I knew that if I looked at him
I'd loose it, so I concentrated on the work at hand.  As I was shaking it
off, I felt his hand snake around and do it for me.  "Thanks," I told him
as I looked back into his eyes.

"We close the dining room at 10, and I'm usually finished with my side work
by 11..." Steve told me but just left it hanging.

"When you get off, why don't you join us in the dance club?" I asked him.

He looked at me kinda sheepishly but told me, "I can't go in there; I'm not
old enough."

"Uuhh... Steve, just how old are you?" I asked hesitantly, expecting him to
say twenty.

"I just turned 18," he admitted.  "That's why I had to have Billy serve
your wine tonight.  Malcolm has a rule that if I'm caught in the bar area,
since it's his license on the line, then I'm automatically fired.  And Tony
would just loooovvee for THAT to happen."

"You two having problems?" I asked him looking into his bright hazel eyes.

"You could say that.  He thinks I'm trying to take his job, and he's always
trying to get me into trouble with the kitchen.  Malcolm knows what's going
on, but that doesn't stop him from trying.  I have built up a good
clientele, like Michael and Dennis, who ask for me when they come in, and
it just frosts him `cause he's always trying to make a play for anything in
pants that comes through the door," he confided.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that when I came in.  It's not that I'm not liking
you standing here stroking my dick for me, and I really would love to taste
yours, but I'm just not in to quickies.  When you're ready to leave, can
you get word to me?  I'd much prefer to make this last a lot longer."  His
face lit up when I asked after him like that.

"I can do that," he told me, "And I don't like quickies either.  Thank you
for being so nice, but I think we both need to get back."  I fastened
myself up and we both moved over to the washstands and cleaned ourselves
up.  As we left the men's room together, I saw that Tony caught his eye and
glared at him, but his demeanor changed completely when I approached him to
settle my bill.

"Everything ready?" I asked.

"Yes sir, I didn't total it yet; I didn't know if you wanted to add
something for your server," and he turned back to check his book for the
next couple who were standing there.  I'm sure he didn't mean for me to
hear him mutter under his breath, "The little tart."  As he seated the
couple, I added a hundred dollar gratuity to the bottom of my receipt,
totaled it, signed it, and tore apart the copies.

"And you'll see to it that Steve gets his tip?" I asked as he returned.

"Oh yes sir, we always make sure they get their..." but he stopped short
when he glanced at the receipt.

"And just for future reference Tony, I like this place and I will be coming
in here again -- on a very regular basis, and I would hate to hear that you
and Steve were still having problems.  And I'm sure that my friends Michael
and Dennis would feel the same way, so I would strongly suggest that you
lay off the kid and just let him do his job."  I could see that he was
really steamed at this turn of events, and I was sure that he'd make sure
that he was a snide and snotty with Steve as he thought he could get away
with, so I leaned over and shook his hand, telling him how much I really
enjoyed eating at his dining room and how much I was looking forward to a
return visit.  I almost broke his hand in my grip, but there was really
nothing he could do without causing a scene.  I'm sure he got my message as
I let him go, looked him directly in the eyes, smiled, and turned on my
heel to join my friends.


"Damn, I thought we were gonna have to call out the national guard for a
search party," Dennis said as I sat down on a barstool.  "Did everything
come out all right?" he grinned over at me.

"Oh yeah, better than all right.  I have a date for later tonight, so long
about eleven, you guys are on your own," I grinned like the proverbial
Cheshire Cat.

The guys exchanged shocked looks, but then their surprise turned to smirks
as they figured out what was going on.  "You DAWG!!!" Michael said and
raised his glass to me in a salute.

"Steve, I take it," Dennis smirked on the other side of me.

"Yep, he accosted me in the men's room and forced me to take him home
tonight after he's off," I told them.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Michael remarked.

We watched the country line dancing that was going on followed by an old
fashioned limbo contest.  I noticed that the club was filling with several
more patrons of both genders, and several caught my eye.  There was one gal
who real had some good moves on the dance floor and she filled out her
jeans well.  Between dances, she joined a table of other girls who seemed
to be enjoying themselves.

Flitting around the outskirts were several "ladies" who seemed to be
heavily made up.  I leaned close to Dennis and whispered, "Drag Queens?"
He followed my gaze and nodded, confirming my suspicions.  I'd never seen
one up close before; my only knowledge was of the few movies I'd seen like
that one where Patrick Swazye and Wesley Snipes portrayed drag queens on a
road trip, or another one where several drag queens were in a bus traveling
the outback of Australia.  One of the "ladies" approached our table and I
was introduced to `Dolly' who really didn't look half bad except for the
pronounced Adam's apple.

As the evening progressed, I was asked to dance by both men and women, and
since I do like to dance, I didn't turn anyone down.  The first time I
stepped onto the dance floor with a man for a partner, I felt quite
self-conscience, but after a few moments of being there I realized that it
was actually quite liberating, so I just relaxed and enjoyed myself.

I had just returned from a bar run and noticed that our table had been
joined by the good looking young lady that I had seen when I first sat
down.  She seemed to be friends of the guys, so I just walked up with our
drinks and sat down on my vacated stool.  "Blaine, this is Kelly.  We've
know each other for several years, and she's been pumping us for
information about you," Dennis said, which earned him an elbow in the ribs.

She extended a delicate hand toward me and I gently shook it, not wanting
to over grip her.  She had a firm shake and seemed to hold it longer than
usual.  I looked up at her and was caught in the stare of beautiful,
chestnut brown, moon shaped eyes.  Her features were nice to look at with
long eyelashes and full lips.  What little make-up she did wear was
tastefully applied.  As my gaze lowered, I saw that her chest was expanded
by small, pert boobs; just the type I liked.  She spoke in a melodic voice
that was easy on the ears.  I took the plunge and asked, "Would you care to
dance?"

She didn't say anything but just smiled and lifted that cute little butt
off the stool.  As we were making our way to the dance floor, the song that
was playing ended and they DJ announced that they had another song as part
of the dance contest.  We stopped and looked at each a moment waiting to
see what he was going to play.  "We've had some requests for a slow dance
as part of the competition, so, in honor of all of these old folks we have
here, the next song will be a waltz.  So grab your partner and head onto
the floor for "The Tennessee Waltz."

"Well, I'm game if you are," Kelly said to me.

"Let's see if all those ballroom lessons my mom gave us has actually held,"
I told her and we headed onto the floor with only four other couples.  As
the music started, she leaned gracefully into my arms in the classical
dance position, and was very easy to lead.  As my confidence swelled, I
thought maybe we'd try a spin more like a Strauss waltz, so I increased my
grip a bit and held her a bit closer.  She looked into my eyes and I said,
"Ready for a few moves?"

"Anytime you are hot stuff, just lead and I'll do my best to follow," she
replied.  I took a deep breath and started a quarter turn spin with each
full step, gradually increasing to a half turn with each step.  She felt so
light on her feet and I decided to try a dip that I hadn't performed since
my teenage years being taught by my mother in her dance studio so many
years ago.  Kelly followed gracefully and added a little flourish of her
own as we exited the dip and swirl.  She was grinning as much as I was, and
we continued through the end of the music.

"Well, well, I think we have a couple of ringers here folks," the DJ said
as a round of applause sounded around the room.  Kelly and I didn't think
much about it, so we started off the floor, heading back to our table.
"Hey, where ya goin?" we heard and looked back toward the DJ booth.  I
pointed at us and he said, "Yeah, you two... come on up here and tell us
your names."  I was so embarrassed at being so out of my element and now in
the spotlight, I was all for racing to the nearest exit, but Kelly had my
hand and she started across the floor toward the DJ booth.

"Well folks, I know Kelly here, but you're new," he said, looking directly
at me, "Tell us a little about yourself."

"Well... uuhh... my name is Blaine Rawlins, and this is my first time in
the club," I responded, my mind going blank and just operating on
autopilot.

"What do you do for a living Blaine?"

"I have my own Internet security firm.  We do corporate security for firms
around the world.  I'm here with my business partner and his significant
other.  I've never been to a gay club before, and they offered to take my
out tonight for my debut."  Hearing the cat calls around the room, I
thought that maybe I had stuck my foot in my mouth.

"And Kelly, you've been coming here for a while now, but what do you do for
a living?" he asked my dance partner.

"I'm Kelly Evans, and I'm assistant to Senator Keats in the State
legislature."  Her voice sounded like it had slipped an octave and I was
impressed by her job.  I knew that Senator Keats was an openly gay senator
from San Francisco, and had been in the news quite a bit in support of hate
crimes legislation.  I couldn't remember ever seeing any press releases
that featured this nice looking woman, so I turned to look at her, and got
the shock of my life.

Under the bright intensity of the spotlight, I could see a shadow on her
chin, and then noticed the signs of an Adam's apple that were now apparent
in profile that I just didn't see before.  We answered a few more mundane
questions, but all I could think about was the fact that my great looking
girl dance partner was really a boy!  At least I had presence of mind
enough to NOT look down to check out `her' crotch.  We started off the
floor amid a nice round of applause when `she' leaned over and whispered,
"You didn't know, did you?"  I was still dumbfounded and could only shake
my head as we neared our table.  "I gotta go pee guys," `she' announced
when we got to the table, "We'll be back in a bit."  And I could feel
myself being pulled in the direction of the restrooms.


To Be Continued...