Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:05:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 16

Blaine's New Life
By Rebel

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a man and
young 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.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
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Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate
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Chapter 16 -- First Day of the Rest of my Life

"You're really a fantastic person Blaine," he said looking at me from his
pillow, "How come I haven't seen you in the club before?  Did you just move
here?"

I chuckled as I responded, "No, that's the first time I've ever been to a
gay nightclub.  The guys I was with are my business partner and his
partner.  When I talked to him Monday about the gay lifestyle, he suggested
that they take me out tonight; and boy, am I glad they did."

"I can't believe that last night was your first time in a gay club.  Where
else have you been meeting guys?" he asked, kinda taken aback at my
statement.

"Uh, well, up until about a week ago, I didn't realize that I was gay," I
said matter-of-factly.  I saw his eyes get big so I followed up with, "And
I was married before this, so there really wasn't much of a reason for me
to go."  I could see the gears turning in his head and knew that he was
gonna start asking a lot of questions.  "Let's talk tomorrow -- it's been a
long day for me too."

Steve just smiled, rose up, and moved over to give me a warm kiss.
"Anything you say, ooldd mmaannnn," and he giggled as he nestled into my
embrace with my limp cock resting comfortably between his warm ass cheeks.
`I think I'm gonna like this new life,' I remember thinking as I drifted
off to dreamland.


By nature, I'm a real light sleeper, so a couple of times when Steve moved
during the night, I'd wake up slightly, feel him next to me, and go back to
sleep.  It had been quite a while since I was married and sleeping with
Cindy every night, so sharing my bed again was gonna take some getting used
to.  It felt early, but I could see light coming in through the curtains
when I felt Steve get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom.  I heard the
toilet flush and then was slightly aware of him crawling back into bed and
cuddling close.

The next thing I knew it was bright in the room and I was alone in bed.  I
rolled over and stretched, luxuriating in the idea of not having to rush
off to work.  The smell of fresh coffee brought me up sitting up in bed,
and then I figured out that it was probably Steve, or a very accommodating
burglar.  I found a pair of boxers lying on the floor and slid them up my
legs.  After doing the morning bathroom thing, I went to the kitchen to
find Steve leaning over the counter, reading the want ads, his pert little
butt pointed in my direction and not wearing a stitch of clothing.  I could
feel my cock stir so I slid up behind him and eased my growing erection
between his butt cheeks.

He started a moment, but then grasped my arm and held it as he stood up.
"Morning Blaine," he whispered back toward me, "I hope you don't mind that
I made a pot of coffee.  It's about the only way I can really wake up."

"That's great Steve; I can't even focus until after the second cup," I told
him as I looked over his shoulder and saw that he was perusing the ads for
apartments to rent.  "Are you looking to move?" I asked as I let him go and
reached for the coffeepot.

"Yes, I've been looking to get out of that apartment house and the
roommates now that I'm making good money," he answered.  He went back to
looking at the ads as I doctored my coffee with cream and Equal, then went
over and sat in one of the barstools.  I noticed that he had a couple of
them circled, and watched as he circled a third.  He looked up at me as I
sat sipping the wonderful elixir.  "I stepped out and grabbed your paper
off the porch; I don't think anyone saw me," he said a blushed a bit.

"Hehehe, that would be a show," then I thought of the nice old lady who
lived next door with her two dogs.  She doesn't really snoop, but she does
see most everything that goes on around here.  I looked over at the 5 or so
inches that Steve had soft and thought, `well, maybe she got a thrill.'
"Most everyone was probably at work," I said as I noticed the clock on the
wall read a little after 9 o'clock.

We talked quite a bit more as I woke up a little more and started making us
both breakfast.  Steve made another pot of coffee when we finished the
first one and I noticed that he was quite efficient in the kitchen.  We
exchanged background stories as we ate, and I told him a highlighted
version of growing up and finally figuring out that I was gay.  He told me
about growing up in a small town in Oklahoma, and of being discovered with
a school friend, subsequently beaten, and thrown out of the house when he
was 14.  He continued telling me about working odd jobs, usually as a
dishwasher or busboy, traveling to Denver, Salt Lake City, Tahoe, and
ending up here in Sacramento.  He said that his only regret was that he
didn't get a chance to graduate high school and that he was working on his
GED so he could get a better job.

As he talked, I found that I was more and more drawn in by this beautiful
boy with the expressive eyes who was trying so hard to make it on his own.
As I cleared the dishes, I noticed that it was getting on to 10 o'clock,
and I figured that I had played hooky long enough and that I had better at
least put in an appearance at the company.  "Well, as much as I hate to, I
think we'd better get dressed and get downtown."

"Oh, I'm sorry Blaine, I didn't mean to make you late," Steve said as he
stood up and brought his plate to me at the sink.

"No, I quite enjoyed it.  Besides, being the boss DOES have some
compensations," I chuckled.  He grinned that wonderful grin at me again,
and after I closed the dishwasher, we headed down the hall to my bedroom.
We got showered separately and dressed, just exchanging small talk.  He had
very efficient movements and I was becoming enraptured with watching his
young body.  I grabbed my keys and we headed out, driving the T-Bird once
again.

As we headed back downtown with Steve giving me directions to his rundown
apartment house, I was amazed as we pulled up in front of the structure.  I
may have seen this place before, but it never registered on my conscious
brain.  I seldom got to this part of town, and had no reason to linger
here.  "Well, I can see why you want to move," I told him as I looked
between this beautiful boy and the shabby front entrance.  Then I took a
chance as Steve was getting out of the car.  "Are you working again
tonight?"

He smiled down at me and answered simply, "Yes, I'm on at 3."

"Maybe I'll stop by for dinner again, if I can be sure to get your
section," I grinned back at him.

"I'll make the reservation when I go in.  About the same time as last
night?" Steve asked looking very pleased with the sudden development.

"Sure, why not?  I'll be there at 6:30, and look forward to another
delicious meal," and I winked as I finished.

"Great!" he responded, "I'm sure Tony will be glad to see you again," and
we both giggled at his witticism.  I watched him turn and walk easily
across the sidewalk and enter the door.  `God, that's a nice butt,' I
thought as I watched him walk away.


I drove back across town to my office, thinking about how wonderful my day
had started.  I guess I was whistling as I walked in because it startled
Debbie.  She got a sly grin on her face as we exchanged pleasantries, and
when I asked if Dennis was in, she said she'd let him know that I wanted to
see him.  A few minutes later, Dennis bounded into my office and swept into
one of the chairs as I spun my chair to face him.

"Well?" he finally asked.  I could see a lot of expectation on his face, so
I decided to draw this out.

"Well what?  I wanted to ask you about the Fleming account," and I watched
his face fall into his lap.  I couldn't hold the stoic look any longer and
broke into a mad round of giggles.  Dennis saw that he'd been had and
slowly relaxed back into his chair as I saw the grin slowly return to his
face.  "Steve was wooonderful," and I blushed as his grin broadened.  I
proceeded to tell him a lot of what went on, but he wasn't gonna let me off
that easily and asked several pointed questions.  Since we were both adults
and gay, I felt a stronger friendship growing and I found that he was easy
to talk too, telling him ALL about what had happened, including the rude
cop pulling us over.

"Yeah, Michael and I have been harassed like that too sometimes," he said.
"I've heard other stories too, but that just kinda goes with the territory.
There will always be some people out there like that."  We talked a little
longer and I told him that I was going back tonight for dinner.  "Well,
SOMEBODY sure made an impression on you," he said watching me squirm.  "I
wish you luck, and I hope everything works well for you.  I sure hope
you'll keep Michael and me informed, and I fully expect an invitation to
the wedding."  Between my sputters and stutters, he giggled at my
discomfort.

About that time, the phone rang and it was back to business as usual.
Soon, it was 5pm and we were all ready to call it a day.  We said our
goodbyes and I assured everyone that I would be there on time tomorrow, but
nobody believed me.  I started the T-Bird, backed out, and headed over to
the club to wait in the bar for my reservation.


I pulled into an almost deserted parking lot.  At first I thought that
maybe they were closed, but then I remembered that Steve had said that he
had to be to work at 3pm, so I parked about 3 spaces from the door and
walked in to the bar side.  There were only about half a dozen other
patrons, but what caught my eye was the bare-chested bartender who gave me
a dazzling smile as I approached the bar.  "Good evening sir, may I get you
something to drink?"  I did a double take as he spoke hearing his English
or Aussie accent.  As he brought me my Johnny Walker Red, his grin widened,
obviously enjoying my astonishment.  "I haven't seen you here before, and
by the look on your face, we've never met.  Hi, my name is Jeff," he said,
extending his hand.  "That's spelled the English style as `G-E-O-F-F', and
I come by it naturally since I was born and raised in Sussex, England.

"I graduated from the English secondary school system and was awarded a
scholarship at Stanford for Computer Sciences.  I got my B.S. there, and
now I'm working on a Masters degree, but, unfortunately, there isn't a
scholarship for it, so I work here and pay for the school.  Uuhhh... I
think that covers most of the usual questions, unless you have something
else," he said with a bright smile never leaving his eyes.

"No, I think that about covers everything Geoff," I said as I warmly shook
his hand, "And I'm sure you get tired of all the questions from us crass
Americans."

"No, that's not the case.  Actually, I find it all quite refreshing after
growing up in the very repressive and stuffy society over there.  Most of
the English keep everything bottled up and swept under the carpet, while
over here, you Yanks have a question, you just ask.  I guess some would
call it rude, but usually the questions are just for information and not
meant to be malicious."  As I thought back to my own experiences while
spending so much time doing business in Europe, I found that what he said
was what I had seen too, but just hadn't put a finger on it.

We chatted for a bit and I found out that the lack of business was the
norm, but to keep their liquor license within the guidelines of the state
liquor board, they had to be open a certain amount of hours each day, but
had to close no later than 2am.  That sounded just like the bureaucratic
morass that the government would create -- complain about too many people
being alcoholics, but revoke the license of an establishment because they
are NOT open enough hours selling more alcohol.  The normal business
usually picked up about 7 in the dining room, but didn't really get going
in the bar until about 9 -- 9:30 almost every night.  That's why they went
to the Wednesday show schedule to try to create some mid-week business, and
so far, it's worked pretty well.

I noticed that the time was getting on toward 6:30, so I asked Geoff if it
was ok for me to take my drink with me into the dining room.  When he gave
me a strange look, I said, "Well, I was just making sure that I wasn't
gonna be breaking another of their weird laws, like all drinks must be
served by the wait staff or something."  As we both had a good laugh, I
walked into the vestibule and immediately saw Tony standing at the podium
looking at his reservation book.

"Ah, Mr. Rawlings, I'm happy to see you dining with us again tonight," he
said as he looked up at my approach.  "I notice that the reservation was
for one, and it's to be in Steve's section.  Is that correct?"

I wasn't expecting his ebullience and it took me a moment to remember that
he made his money by keeping people happy, so I relaxed and replied, "Good
to see you again too Tony, and yes, I'll be by myself tonight.  Steve did
such a good job of waiting on us last night; I thought I'd try him again,
if it's convenient, of course."

He gave me a sly look and I thought I could see a slight smirk cross his
face, but he kept the tone cordial when he said, "No problem at all sir.
Right this way," and he turned and sashayed across the dining room to a
small table in the corner.  As I took the proffered seat and he laid the
linen napkin in my lap, a cute little towhead reached over and filled my
water glass, and served a junior loaf of bread with butter on its own
little cutting board.  As I was watching the cute little butt saunter away,
I heard a voice clear over my shoulder.

"Would you care for an appetizer sir?"  I looked up at Steve's grinning
face and started to blush at being caught looking after the busboy.

"How about the stuffed mushrooms like we had last night Steve?" I said
trying to recuperate.

"With a little busboy on the side," he giggled at my expense as I just
blushed more.  He leaned down a bit and quietly said, "I'll get Mike to
serve them to you so you can drool some more."  Before I could get my brain
to catch up with my mouth to actually say something, he was headed back
toward the kitchen.  I saw him say something to the cute towhead, but then
continued behind the wall.  Mike followed him out of sight, but came back
out a few minutes later and headed back to my table with a pitcher of
water.  Since I hadn't drank any yet, I quickly grabbed my goblet and took
a quick couple of swallows.  He waited politely as I set it back down
before he stepped forward and reached for my glass.

As he stretched to reach for the glass, I felt his groin come into contact
with my hand that was resting on the armrest.  I knew instantly that this
was planned and probably instigated by Steve for my benefit.  He poured
very slowly but his semi-hard cock was pressing firmly against my hand.  I
turned it over and groped his crotch.  He finished pouring my glass, but he
held it as we both enjoyed the encounter.  I didn't want a scene with Tony,
so I quit and set my hand in my lap.  "Will there be anything else sir?"
Mike asked as he straightened up and stood facing me with an obvious bulge
showing.

"No, not that I can think of right now Mike, but thanks for coming back
over," I told him.

"No problem sir; Steve told me that you were a friend of his and that I was
expected to give you good service, so I'll be sure to check on you often,"
and he turned and walked back toward the kitchen to disappear behind a
wall.  About five minutes later, I saw he and Steve conferring in the
doorway and then Mike was approaching my table with a tray.  "Your
mushrooms sir," he said as he walked up real close and pressed his full
staff hard-on right up against my upturned hand.

When I felt him this time, there was much less cloth between us.  "You took
`em off," I said as I looked up into his impish face.

"Yes sir, anything for the customer," he grinned and swiveled his hips from
side to side a couple of time so that I got a real good feel of his 6 hard
inches.  He then turned and lowered the tray with one hand while he stuck
his other hand in his front pocket, pulling the cloth taut across his cute
little boy butt.  Other patrons were scattered about the room and more had
entered since I was seated, but everyone seemed to enjoy the impromptu
show.

As the wonderful meal progressed, I was able to do a lot of `people
watching' and I was able to discern that there was a definite disparity in
the type and amount of service shown to some tables, and indeed some
patrons, over others.  Steve, Mike, and the rest of the staff gave good
overall service, but some boys and some patrons seemed to receive the same
type of `close attention' that I was shown.  I made a mental note to ask
Steve about this later.

As the meal wound down and Steve brought my bill, he leaned over and asked,
"Are you gonna stick around?  I have a break at 8."  I looked at my watch
and saw that that would be in about 15 minutes so I agreed and told him
that I'd meet him on the patio deck.  I took my bill to Tony who ran my
card and presented the receipt for my signature.  I split the customary
`tip' line into two and listed separate tips for both Steve and Mike.  Tony
took a look at my total, looked back again, but after last night's fiasco,
I assume he decided against saying anything about it.  "Very good
Mr. Rawlings, I'll see to it.  Thank you for dining with us tonight, and I
do hope to see you again sir."  I couldn't tell if his tone was sincere or
not, but decided to let it go.  I walked up to the bar, got another scotch
from Geoff, and retreated to a comfortable chair on the deck to await
Steve.


I sat sipping on my scotch and watching some of the shenanigans going on
between patrons.  I had been tipped last night by Dennis and Michael that
sometimes there was everything up to and including outright sex going on in
out of the way corners and the later the night got.  So I wasn't too
surprised to see a couple in their mid-twenties swapping spit like crazy in
the corner where two benches met under the canopy, and both had their hands
working feverishly in the open front's of each other's pants.  Sitting at
one of the tables, a young man about 20 was sitting almost in the lap of a
man in his fifties.  It was clear that they were enjoying each other's
finger manipulation under the table.

I looked up and saw Steve emerge from the dining room, closely followed by
a grinning Mike, both carrying Cokes.  As they sat down at the table where
I was, I noticed that Mike sat very close on one side.  "Thank you
Mr. Rawlings for the tip.  Usually, I don't get tips myself; just what the
other guys give me from their tips," he said looking up at me.

"Umm... well, you definitely earned it... in more ways than one," I told
him and then remembered that I wanted to ask Steve about the different
levels of service.  "Steve, I noticed that there were several times that
you, Mike, and some of the others were VERY attentive to some of the
patrons.  I guessed that was similar to what you were giving me.  Is that
normal around here?"

He blushed slightly and then slowly said, "Well... yeah... kinda.  I guess
we'll have to be more discreet; we could loose our jobs for it, but it's
usually just to those customers that have tipped well before, and they
really like it.  Usually Mike isn't involved, but since you were so intent
on his cute little butt, I asked him if he was interested," he explained.

"Yeah, they've never let me in on it before tonight, but we can earn real
good tips like that," Mike reiterated.

"Ok, I see how it is guys," I chuckled, "And don't worry about someone else
seeing you doing that.  I make my living by reading people, and I spend an
awful lot of time `people watching' so I probably picked up on it a lot
better than most people would."  I reached for my scotch and as I sat back,
I felt Mike take my other hand and lead it over to his lap.  He had slid up
close under the table, and when my fingers were in his lap, I felt a hard
shaft of bare skin.  I pulled my hand back and exclaimed, "Whoa guys, this
is going waaayy too fast for me!"

"Damnit Mike!  Put it away -- I told you that Blaine was a friend and to be
nice, but I didn't think you'd rape him here," he hissed out from a
clenched jaw.  Mike recoiled from the rebuke and scrambled to do as Steve
said.

"I... I... I'm sorry.... I just thought... well... uuhhh... excuse me, I
need to go back.  Sorry Mr. Rawlings," and he scooted off toward the dining
room.

"Damn little fucker!" Steve said under his breath, and I could tell that he
was still mad at what Mike had pulled.

"Don't worry about it Steve," I started but he wasn't to be mollified that
easily.

"That's why we've never let him in on the `extra' service before.  He never
seems to know when and where.  If somebody got pissed, and called the cops,
they'd shut us down in a heartbeat.  At the very least, we'd loose our
jobs.  That horny little fucker!  I can't believe he did that!"  I could
see that Steve was running out of steam, so I just let him vent.  Finally,
he looked over at me and said, "I'm sorry about that Blaine.  We're not ALL
like that, honest."

"Like I started to say Steve, don't worry about it.  I think it just
surprised me more than anything; this is all so new for me," and I nodded,
indicating what was going on around us.

He chuckled and then said, "Yeah, I'll bet it is, and some of these dizzy
queens are so damn horny they'll do it in the bathroom."  When I raised my
eyebrows at that, he continued, "Yeah, they almost shut the place down
about a year ago because two guys were going at it and an undercover cop
walked in to check the place out.  That's why they have `attendants' now."
I was amazed at his revelation.  `Boy, there sure is a lot to learn,' I
thought as I just shook my head.

"I've got to get back," Steve told me, "Are you gonna stick around for
maybe later?" he asked hopefully.

"Not tonight Steve," I have to get to the office on time tomorrow, and I'm
still recuperating from last night," I said smiling at him.  I could see
his face fall, so I followed up with, "How about tomorrow after you get off
work?"

"I don't work on Friday and Saturday nights.  They're the two best tip
nights, so the more senior guys take them," he explained.

"Well, then why don't we go out then... or... maybe just stay in?" I
responded hoping for a rain check.

"Great!"  That sounds like fun," and he immediately brightened.  "I'll call
you tomorrow and we'll set things up, ok?"

"Let me give you my number," I started, but he interrupted.

"I copied it down last night," he said as he got up to move away.  I
thought that was a bit strange until he said, "Sorry, I just didn't want to
loose track of you."

"That's ok," I told him, "I'll be home after 5 and expecting a call then."
We hugged goodbye and I headed through the bar and back to the parking lot,
while Steve headed back to work.


As I watched the garage door open, I remembered the note from Garret that I
had picked up last night and stuffed in my pocket.  I closed up the garage
and went directly to my bedroom to find the note.  I checked the slacks
that I had worn, but the pockets were empty.  `Well of course they are
dummy, you got dressed and went to work this morning,' I chided myself and
moved to my dresser where I put everything, usually, when I get undressed.
There on the top was the crumpled note, so I grabbed it and went back to
the living room to sit down for a while.

I'd already had two scotch at the club, plus wine with dinner, so I figured
that Pepsi was better right now.  I kicked off my shoes, grabbed a Pepsi,
and sat down to read.

Hi Blaine, Dillon and me stopped over with a new friend we wanted you to
meet.  We'll try to call this weekend, and maybe we can come over and
"SWIM"....  Your other little brother, Garret

I had to chuckle when I saw the word swim in caps and quotes.  Then I
thought back to last weekend and when I met the little elf.  I knew I
couldn't very well call them, so I'll just have to wait for them to call.
Since I've never met the parents, I'm sure there would be a lot of
questions if some strange man called and asked to talk to their son.  I
looked over and saw that the video I'd shot of them was still in the VCR,
so I set it to rewind and went back to the bedroom to get more comfortable.
After I'd pulled on just a pair of nylon workout shorts, I came back to
find that the tape was fully rewound.  I sat down, grabbed the remote, and
fast-forwarded to find the spot where he and Dillon were in the pool.  The
pics of Dillon with Shadow were hot, but I wanted to see Garret this time.
He really did have the cutest little bubble butt...

I was glued to the big screen as I watched first Dillon and then Garret
shuck their swimsuits onto the pool deck.  I looked down and saw that I was
absently stroking my hard and leaking cock as I was concentrating on the
screen.  I eased my shorts down and kicked them off as I watched Dillon and
Garret slowly come together and start on their intense lovemaking both in
and out of the pool.  By the time that Dillon and Garret had both shot off,
I was just as ready to explode like the 4th of July.  About all I could do
then was lie there and slowly return to some semblance of normal.

After my breathing slowed, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a towel to
wipe up the mess.  I turned off the lights and the TV, and headed off to
bed, looking forward to tomorrow and the weekend when I could renew my time
with my new friends.



I bounced into the office on Friday morning amid chuckles and giggles from
both Debbie and Dennis.  I'm sure they filled Pete in just as soon as he
arrived from Denver later today.  I had a really good day at work and
closed two new deals with new clients.  Pete arrived with good news that
Denver was FINALLY up and running.  Boy, do I hate banks and trying to work
with most of them.  If it wasn't such good money, I'd almost be willing to
tell them where they could put their various forms of paranoia that caused
nothing but headaches for us.

During the conference with Pete, Dennis wasted no time in filling him in on
the latest office gossip, namely me, and Pete was all ears -- especially
when it came to the part about me being gay.  "Well, it's about time you
figured that out, buddy boy.  Dennis and I were speculating about it when
you were still married to Cindy."  I looked back and forth between them
both and couldn't believe what I was hearing.  When Dennis got to the part
about me going home with Steve, an 18 year old waiter, Pete started in with
chicken clucks.  "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.  A real chicken hawk huh."
My blank stare started them both on a giggling spree and left me to wonder
what the hell was so funny.

"A chicken hawk... is a guy... who likes `em young," Dennis managed between
gasps.  I immediately thought back to my jack off fantasy from last night,
and blazed crimson, which only brought on more riotous laughing from my two
partners.  Finally, they calmed down so that we could get back to talking,
and I relaxed enough to not be so red.

"That's all right buddy boy," Pete said, "I like `em young too, just of the
opposite sex," which made me blush again.  I remembered back to both of his
ex-wives and it dawned on me that both had been more than ten years younger
than he was.  `Wow, what a group we are,' I thought, `I'm sure glad that
we're good programmers,' as the entire situation of the three of us spread
in front of me.

We finished our meeting amid slurs and innuendos about what our plans were
for the weekend.  I guess we were all headed out for some fun tonight, so I
told them all goodbye and headed home to shower and clean up, waiting for a
call from Steve.


When I got home, there was a message waiting for me on voicemail.  It was
from Steve telling me that he had to make a quick trip out of town and
wouldn't be back until work on Monday.  He hoped that I'd understand and
not be too disappointed, but I found that I was indeed disappointed.  I
wanted to go out, and I was looking forward to having him in my bed again.
`Oh well, just me and the video again,' I thought feeling pretty sorry for
myself.  Then I thought of Dennis and maybe heading out with him and
Michael.

"Hi Dennis, this is Blaine," I said after he picked up the phone.  "It
seems that I've been stood up tonight, so I was wondering if that
invitation to join you and Michael was still good."

"Sure," he instantly came back with, "We'd love to take you out.  We had a
great time Wednesday, and tonight will just be more of your education."  He
chuckled as I heard him telling Michael about my plight.  Then I heard
Michael's voice come on the line.

"Too bad about your luck Blaine," he said, "And we'd love to take a virgin
out again tonight," and I heard him chuckle.  "Do you have any Levi's;
preferably tight, old, and worn?" he asked from out of nowhere.

"Well... yeah... I guess so," I stammered as I was trying to think of what
I had and wondering what that had to do with going out.

"Good, and do you have any boots like black leather boots, or cowboy
boots?"  That I knew right off -- I hadn't worn boots since back in my
scouting days.

"No, sorry, that I do know," I told him.

"Well, the Levi's will be fine then.  And a tight t-shirt, maybe white, or
better yet, a tank top," he started rambling on and I could hear the
excitement in his voice.  "Oh this is gonna be so much fun."

"Now wait a minute Michael.  You mean that you want me to wear old worn
Levi's with a t-shirt or tank top to go out tonight?  What is this place
where you're planning on taking me?"

"Yeah, that's right.  Here's Dennis, I gotta go change.  This is gonna be
great!" he almost screamed into the phone.

"Wow, you just made his night Blaine.  He's dancing around here like a
house a fire talking about the Eagle," Dennis said when he came back on the
line.

"Ok, I give up, what's the Eagle?" I asked.

"Hehehe," Dennis giggled, "Well, it's not like those yuppie bars that
you've been to before, tonight you're slummin' with us."  I wasn't sure of
where this was heading but they haven't steered me wrong before so I
decided `in for a penny...'

"And I wear worn Levi's, right?"  I wanted to make sure that I'd heard
Michael right.

"You got it.  I hope they're almost skin tight, and the ones with the
buttons.  And hopefully they have a few `strategic holes' in them," and he
giggled some more.  Now I was starting to get the picture, we were going
trawling and `advertising' like I had seen so many times in pictures on the
net.

"Ok, now I'm beginning to understand," I told him.  "And a tight t-shirt or
maybe a `wife-beater' as the kids call `em these days," and I chuckled too
starting to get into the scheme of things.

"Yup, that's it.  Oh, and before I forget, wear that black leather jacket
that I've seen you wear a few times in your convertible," Dennis followed
up with.

"I don't know about that," I said, "The cuffs are frayed and it's looking
pretty shabby."

"All the better," he gushed.  "Oh yes, Michael just called down to me, be
sure to drive the `Vette tonight.  You'll impress the hell out of those
motor heads down there."

"Ok," I said, sounding more than a little dubious, "You guys have been
right so far, so I'll meet you guys there.  Hehehe, maybe you'd better tell
me where it is we're gonna meet," I chuckled as I remembered that I didn't
have the faintest idea where this place was.  Dennis gave me the address
and I mentally noted that it was just out of downtown toward the river and
in the hilly section.  We said we'd meet at 8:30, that way they could show
me around the bar before it got busy and still be able to grab some burgers
there if we wanted.

I got off the phone wondering just what I had gotten myself in to, but
headed off to shower, shave, shit, and shine, getting ready for yet another
facet of this new life.


I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and decided that I didn't look
half bad.  I found some old Levi 501's that I usually kept for cleaning the
garage and such around the house.  I knew there was a tear on the back just
below my pocket on the left, but it was on the outside so nothing would
show anyway.  I decided against any type of underwear since these pants
were so comfortable and I usually freeballed at home when I wore them
anyway.  My only hesitation was that when I went to put them on, I noticed
that the seam in the crotch where the four pieces of material meet was
starting to unravel and a small hole that I could barely get my pinkie
through was noticeable.  `Oh well, he did say `strategic holes',' and I
giggled at the thought.  I did have the tank tops because I used them on
the rare occasions when I could make it to the gym for a workout.

I was even able to find an old pair of hiking boots that dated back to when
Cindy and I went hiking during our college days.  I cleaned them off, but
decided against putting any polish on them.  If this was supposed to be
`grunge' then they would do fine.  I blew my hair out after my shower
thinking that I was due for a haircut and wondering what I'd look like in a
`mullet' like some of those country western singers wear.  I grabbed my old
leather jacket out of the closet, the keys to the `Vette from the bowl on
the counter, and headed out for my "date with destiny."

As I approached the address that Dennis had given me, I saw that it was a
non-descript brick building second from the corner.  There was a lit sign
on the front proclaiming the place as "The Eagle," but nothing else showed
except the massive door to the inside.  I was staring to have second
thoughts about parking my classic on the street when I turned the corner
and headed down the hill toward the back when I saw a signboard propped up
that said "Valet Parking -$3" so that's where I headed.  I got out and
handed my keys to the young attendant who was dressed a lot like me.  He
gave me a ticket and I started to walk away when I heard, "Sir!  Sir!  Just
a moment sir."  I turned back to see what was the problem when the kid came
up to me and asked me if I would please park the car myself, that he would
show me where.

"Sure, no problem, but I thought that's what was meant by `Valet Parking'."
He looked down and the ground, and so help me, he scuffed a foot on the
pavement like a junior high school kid.

"Well, yes it is sir, but...well... uuhhh... I can't drive a stick shift,"
he admitted.  I took the keys and got back into the car, shaking my head.
I knew that stick shifts were a rarity these days, but I just kinda assumed
that most everyone could drive one.  He led me to a parking place right up
front and I nosed in pointing to the fenced enclosure that surrounded what
looked like a large patio deck with a balcony deck partially overhead.  As
I got out and locked the car, I saw several admiring looks from the various
patrons of the place.  The boy directed me to a door on the side of the
patio that I hadn't noticed before, so I started walking there.

I was supposed to meet Dennis and Michael somewhere out here, but all I
could see were several people standing around outside the gate.  As I
approached, two men separated from the group and headed toward me.  I
stopped in mid-stride and just stared.  If I hadn't have recognized Dennis'
face, I would have walked right past Michael.  Dennis was bareheaded
wearing a royal purple tight t-shirt that was cut off just below his pecs
and showing a good set of abs.  Michael was wearing a leather cap that was
peaked in front like one of those old time motorcycle caps that you see in
the movies.  He had his hair slicked back with some sort of gel and his
moustache was neatly trimmed.  The most amazing thing that brought me up
short was that he was bare-chested and only wearing some type of harness
that had two, wide leather straps, one on each shoulder, that met on a
large silver ring right in the middle of his solar plexus.  Also attached
to this ring were two silver chains that draped around to the back,
perfectly framing his massive pecs and dark, quarter sized nipples.

Until this moment, I'd never seen pierced nipples on a man before, but
Michael had one pierced with a small silver ring that had a small black
marble on it, and the other was pierced with a straight silver bar.  His
perfectly smooth chest shown like alabaster in the reflected overhead
lights.  He had black leather pants on that looked like they had to have
been painted on him and heavy black boots with silver rings on the sides.

As my eyes shifted over to Dennis' legs, I was in for another shock; his
pants weren't pants at all but leather chaps that were open at the top with
what looked like a leather jockstrap to cover his goodies.  The chaps were
held in place by a heavy, studded belt that encircled his impossibly small
waist.  When he saw that he had my attention, he turned around and just
about gave me a heart attack His entire bare ass was hanging out for all to
see, and there wasn't a hair on it.

"Looking good Blaine," Michael said as I picked my jaw up off of the
pavement.

"Shall we go in?" Dennis asked as he swaggered off toward the gate.

To Be Continued...