Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 12:23:22 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: "The Country Boy and the Big City"      Chptr. 1: Big City Hotel Visit

		     The Country Boy, and The Big City

		     Chapter One: Big City Hotel Visit

			      By Wade Wright

	Walking past the front counter of the hotel,---if that is what it
can still be called, David asked the guy behind the desk, 'Uh-Hey.  How
does a person call a cab here?  If you want a cab, how do you get one?"
	The desk clerk looked up from his paperwork and replied.  "If you
need a cab, you go out on the street and watch for one to drive by.  Then
you wave at him to let him know you want a cab, and if he is available he
will pull over.  OK?"
	"Oh OK. Thanks".  David replied.  "I'm sorry I had to ask, but I'm
here by myself and I'm not from the city.  I've never been here before, and
hey, where I come from we don't have cabs.  So thanks man!"
	"Oh, well I'm kind of sorry that I wasn't a little more polite in
answering you then.  I just kind of assumed everybody knew how to get a
cab.  Hey, when you go to get one, walk on down to Marshall Street, that
direction, and find one down there.  If you wait out here, you will be
there all night. OK?"  The desk clerk pointed to his right as he suggested
David go to Marshall Street, and at the same time glanced a little more
closely at David, since he now understood that this young man really was
kind of confused, was in the big city for his first time, and, obviously,
was alone.  And as Nick, the desk clerk, now realized, one hell of a hot
looking stud.
	As David turned to head for the door, Nick rather quickly asked,
"Uh,--- hey guy.  Don't mean to get too nosy, but you said you never been
in the city before?  This your first time?"
	David turned and replied, "Yea. Just got here this afternoon. I
came in on the bus from down south side of the state.  So, yea, I'm kind of
confused, I guess.  Uh, thanks again for the help."
	Well-wait a minute guy.  Before you head out.  Do you know where
you are going to?  You don't know your way around, so do you know what
place or address you are headed for?"
	"Well I've got an address.  So I just figured I'd give the cab
driver the address and let him find it for me."
	"Uh guy!  How did you find this hotel, to stay here?  You know we
aren't what I'd call very well advertised, so how did you know to come
here?"  Nick realized that this "hotel" was falling fast from being the
kind of place that you would want to admit that you had stayed at, and he
was really confused as to how some 20 or 21 year old farm boy, from down at
the south side of the state, that has never been to the city, could have
known to ask a cabby to drop him off here.
	"Oh, I found it advertised in a magazine that I had.  After I did
get here though, I do kind of think that ad might be a little old.  It
looks like the hotel needs some new paint compared to the pictures that I
saw of it."
	"Well-ahh ---wait a minute.  Hey, I am Nick.  What is your name?"
	"Hi, I'm David.  I'm the guy in your room 204."  David struck out
his hand to shake hands with Nick.
	Nick was a Junior at the local electronics college on the west side
of town, and he found this rather un-impressive job, of being a night clerk
in the old Barker Hotel, a very good fit for him.  He could actually spend
most of his time on school work, and very little on hotel stuff.  No
business, no hassle!  He didn't tell too many people where he worked, but
for him, personally, it worked out well.
	Nick shook hands and then resumed.  "Uh, David, I really do not
intend to get into your personal business, but since you are new to the
city, and I kind of think you must have had a really old ad that you saw
this hotel advertised in, I'm really curious about just where you are
headed for, and if you've got up-to-date information.  You are not here in
town to meet somebody, are you?"
	"Well no, I'm not."
	"Well, I didn't think so because if you were, I kind of think they
would have probably suggested some other place to stay.  I mean, we are OK
here, but as you can tell, we are not one of the fanciest places in town.
Do you mind if I ask you where you are headed for.  David, I just want to
kind of help you if I can, and right now I kind of think maybe you might
need someone to help you make sure you don't get lost or
something. Understand guy?"
	"Well yea.  Thanks Nick.  I just kind of figured that when I got
here, that I'd look up the addresses that I have, and just try and figure
out what I'm doing then."
	"David, a lot of stuff has changed in the city over the past few
years, and since your magazine was old enough to have this hotel listed,
I'm just real curious about what else you might have seen in there, that
maybe is not the same anymore.  Now David, I'm not trying to get nosy, but
I'm real concerned that you might need some up-to-date information.  Where
are you headed for?  What address?"
	David pulled a paper out of his pocket and read, "The address is
202 E. Parker Street.  Is that far from here?"
	"Well David, lets just say yea--it is now quite a ways from here!
That address no longer exists.  That whole area was demolished, completely
torn down, and replaced with a large computer manufacturing company.  Is
that the only address, or are there more places that you were going to head
for?"
	David looked back down at his paper and said, "Well, another one
was 1246 North Rocker Street."
	"Uh, David, that one is gone too!  That was around the corner from
the other address you gave me.  What other addresses do you have?"
	"Well, I've only got two more, and one was 1467 North Semore
Street, and the other was 1555 North Ken Street, "B".  I don't know what
the B stood for, but I figured that when I got there, I'd probably find
out."
	"David, the "B" stands for basement.  That address used to be a bar
in a basement.  That address and the other one, the North Ken Street
address are both gone too.  David, do you have that magazine with you that
you got those addresses out of?"
	"No, I didn't bring it. I just wrote the addresses down, I didn't
think I'd need the magazine for any reason.  Why?"
	"David, all of those addresses that you gave me are old gay bars
that got replaced when the big factory got built.  This hotel used to be
advertised along with those bars, back in those days.  Did you know, well
hell, I guess you had to know, they were gay bars, didn't you?"
	David stood there kind of scared acting and showing he was now very
nervous.  "Yea, I knew that, but I've never--I mean--I ---I'm not--Oh Nick,
I don't know what to say.  Yea, I wanted to go to one of those types of
places and just see one.  I found that magazine in the trash a long time
ago, and I kept it hidden since I always kind of wondered what one of those
places would be like.  Nick, I'm not one of those types of guys!  Nick, you
think I'm one of them now, don't you?"
	"Hey David!  Calm down man.  Everything is really OK!  You are OK!
You didn't do anything wrong.  I kind of think I can see now why you are in
the big city for the first time now.  Why don't we go over here and sit
down for a minute and talk over what you want to do, since all of your
addresses don't even exist anymore.  OK?"
	"Yea, Uh, OK." David replied.  "Hey Nick, I really have been to the
city before, but never by myself, so I just said I'd never been here.  When
I was here before, I was always with my parents and I never needed to do
stuff like find addresses or get cabs."
	"Hey man, that is OK.  I kind of give you a lot of credit for
having the initiative to get yourself to the big city and try to find out
what some of these places are, and what they are like.  It's just too bad
that all of the information, in your ad, is all way old and way out of
date.  I think you are doing the right thing, though, man."
	"Yea, but shit man!  Now I'm here, and for what?  Hell, I might as
well stayed at home.  I'm not learning anything now at all."
	"Oh yes you can, David.  Your trip is not all lost just because of
some old addresses.  David, just because the old bars all got torn down,
that don't mean all the men left town.  Hell man, they got new bars!
David, I'm not sure just where they hang out now, since I am a college
student working full time, I never get a chance to go run around bars, but
I know a guy from college that is gay, and I can call him and get a bar
name and address so that you can start there, if you want.  OK?"
	"Well yea, I guess, since I'm here and that is what I wanted to do.
I just didn't plan on telling anybody of what I was in town for.  I thought
I could just do this all without anybody else knowing why I was here.  If
you call him, he won't think I am stupid or something will he?"
	"No David.  Hell no!  Hey we all need to stick together once in
awhile and help each other whenever possible.  So you want me to see what I
can find out?"
	"Well, if you don't mind.  I'm here for the whole damn week-end, so
I might as well try and do what I came to town for?"
	"Sit tight man, let me call Todd and see if I can get ahold of him,
OK?"
	"Yea, thanks Nick."
	Nick went to the desk and dialed Todd's number.
	"Hey Todd!  Hey Todd this is Nick Nickols.  Yea-good-yea,--- how
you doing man?  Hey-don't forget the big mid-term test, next Wednesday,
man!  Yea right!  Hey, Todd got a need for some help here man.  I'm at work
at the hotel, and I have a nice attractive young man in here that is in
town, that came to town to visit some of the old gay bar locations, but all
of the addresses that he has with him, are from an old mag, and those are
all of the old bars that all got torn down a few years ago.  Yea--well
don't worry about that.  We managed to uncover his current problem and
---the fact that the bars are all gone--yea---and anyway I told him that I
knew someone that could give us a name and an address where he could go to,
if I could get ahold of you.  Where is the best place for him to get
started?  Well--he's got kind of faded jeans on right now, and a pull over
shirt, no not business attire.  I really don't think he wants a business
men's bar."  Then kind of jokingly into the phone, and acting like he does
not want David to hear it, but definitely loud enough for him to hears,
Nick then say, "Yea nice pull over shirt, and big chest and strong arms!
Yea, hell man, yea,-- right now, hell yes, --yea right now I'm sorry I'm
not gay!"  He grinned and looked toward David.  David acted very
embarrassed.  He rather put his head down.
	"Hey David!"  Nick said.  "Hey David, Nick said that if you want,
or don't mind, he would kind of like to come by here, pick you up and then
the two of you could go do the bar stuff together.  Do you want to do
that?"
	"Well, yea, I guess.  But Nick, he knows I'm not a gay guy, I just
wanted to see what those places are like, right?  I mean, he knows I'm not
gay, and that's OK with him?"
	"Yes David.  He knows you are not gay, just interested in seeing
what a gay bar is like, right Todd?"  Nick said so that both David and Todd
could hear.
	"Yea he knows David, he said that is quite OK, and he still thinks
that the two of you running around together might be fun.  OK?"
	"Yea, tell him it's OK with me as long as he understand I'm not a
gay guy."
	"Hey Todd, he said yea, he said yes as long as you do understand
that he is not a gay guy. OK?  Yea--OK-yea -make a right on Broadway.  Yea
that's right.  OK, yea we will see you then right before nine.  OK, I'll
tell David.  Bye Todd."
	"Hey man, he is getting ready and will be here in about 40 or 45
minutes.  David I kind of think I like the way this is working out better
than the original.  I like the fact that you will have somebody with you
and you will not be out there all running around all by yourself.  I think
this is better, and I bet you two will have a lot of fun together.  Todd is
21 years old, he's a Senior this year at the college."
	"Oh good!"  David said.  "He and I are about the same age, so maybe
we will have fun together.  What does Todd look like?  I mean is he short
or tall, skinny or fat, or like what kind of does he look like?"
	"Well, I kind of guess, hell,---- never though about it before, he
must stand about 5'11", I don't think he's quite 6' tall, probably about
maybe 180 or 185 pounds.  A pretty good sized guy.  Not a little guy!  Hey,
as a gay guy, he gets all of his opportunities, I know that for a fact.
Some of the other guys at the college hang their tongues out as he walks
by, showing in a rather comical way how they want that guy.  He's a good
guy to be around.  I kind of think you two will have fun tonight.  You are
a pretty big guy too, so the two of you will look like you belong
together."
	"You mean you think other guys will think we are lovers or
something?"
	"No, No!  No, don't particularly mean that, it's just that you know
how similar people hang out with others that are kind of like them.  Well,
you and he are kind of that way."
	"I just hope he does understand that I'm not a gay guy!  I don't
want him letting me hang out with him thinking that it is going to lead to
anything, cause I'm just not that way and have never ever done anything
with a guy."
	"Hey David, he knows!  That is OK with him.  I'm sure gay guys like
to have straight friends just the way we straights, well some of anyway,
like to have our gay friends."
	David and Nick chatted about life in general while they waited in
the lobby area for Todd to arrive.  Nick did have a few hotel guests that
he needed to tend to as they waited, but not to any great extent.
	Right on time, Todd showed up very shortly before nine.  Nick
introduced the two men and Todd then, kind of, as part of the conversation,
outlined the what and where he thought they'd go and what they'd do.
	Nick said, "OK man!  Sounds good to me, but since I've never been
to any of those places, I can not tell you David if that is a good plan or
not.  Guess you need to rely on Todd's judgment!"
	As the two men headed for the front door, Nick hollered at them,
"Hey guys!  Hey make sure you are back here by 2 o'clock.  I want to hear
all about what you guys did and I close the desk at 2, so be back by then
so you two can fill me in, OK?"
	Todd turned and hollered back, "Yes sir, we certainly will, and
thank you very much for the phone call!  We will be back later!  Sir!"
	David kind of looked at Todd with somewhat of a quizzed look on his
face, and Nick just looked, grinned, and slightly shook his head at Todd."
	"You two be safe!"  Nick yelled as they left the building.

	David and Todd left the hotel, and headed out for their, "night on
the town".
	David told Todd as soon as they got into Todd's car, "Hey Todd, you
do understand that I am not gay.  I just decided that I wanted to see what
that kind of a place is like, and since I thought I had addresses to go to,
that I could come to town and visit one or two of them, and not have to
tell anybody why I was here.  I really do appreciate you taking the time to
go with me, but I just need to make sure you understand that I'm not a gay
guy.  I don't have anything against gays, I just need to make sure you know
I am not one of them.  OK?"
	"Yes David.  Yes, I fully understand.  Don't get all worked up
expecting me to expect you to be something that you are not.  I completely
and fully do understand your situation.  But, now I am going to be real
honest with you, -----and tell you, you had better be damn glad that you
are not going to these gay bars all by yourself."
	"Why?  Why did you say that?"  David rather quickly asked.  "Todd
why did you say that.  Aren't straight guys allowed in gay bars or
something?"
	"No, no, David! That is not it!  What I was referring to is your
looks.  Oh, ---and what I need to make clear is, your looks are very, very
good, and if you were all by yourself, you probably would be having quite a
number of guys hitting up on you, and then you would have to try and
explain that you are not gay, and of course most of them would probably
think you are kidding.  David, you are a hot looking guy, and hell
yes,---if I was out on the prowl and saw you in a gay bar by yourself, I'd
hit up on you too.  So, --anyway, ---since we will be together, those guys
will assume you and I are a couple and will not try and hit up on you.
That's all.  That's what I meant."
	"God man!" David replied.  "Todd I don't think I am that good
looking, but do you really think other guys would have tried to, what
should I say, come on to me, if I was there by myself?"
	"Hell yes David!  Yes, guys would try to hit on you.  You are a
good looking guy, and if they thought that they had a chance with you, sure
they would, as you say, come on to you.  David, ---got to remember these
are going to be gay bars, where gay guys find each other to date, or to be
more factual about it, take home and have sex with."
	"Oh shit Todd!"  David said.  "Todd I never thought about something
like that happening to me if I came up here to visit a gay bar.  Man I
never thought I was the kind of a guy that a guy would want to have sex
with.  Oh shit man!  Todd you won't let anybody try to come on to me will
you?  Todd, since you have told me that, man I am really glad you are with
me now!"
	"See man, funny things do turn out OK once in awhile don't they?"
	"But Todd, if they won't hit up on me since you are with me,
doesn't that mean that they will not act interested in you either since I
am going to be with you?"
	"Yea, probably."  Todd answered.  "But that's not a big deal
tonight.  We aren't going out there to get "picked up" anyway, so no big
deal.  I mean, after all, if some guy hit up on me, and then he and I went
off to go have our gay sex, that would kind of be leaving you all to
yourself, and I don't intend to do that.  Tonight, you and I are running
around together.  The other guys will just have to get me some other time!"
	"God Todd!  I really do appreciate you doing this for me.  I really
never intended to get somebody else involved in my little week-end in the
city, trying to get some smarts and learn something.  I really did think I
could do this all by myself."
	"Hey David, no problem.  I think this is going to be fun.  Hell
man, I go out all by myself way too many times anyway.  Tonight I will have
company.  Hey man, we are getting real close to our first stop.  This bar
is called "For the Boys".  I guess if a person did not know before they got
here, as soon as they read the name, they should be able to figure it out,
don't you think?"
	"Well yea, I guess so!"  David answered.
	  Todd and David parked the car, walked back down the street about
half a block from their parking space and stopped at the front door to show
the door attendant their driver's license to show they were old enough to
be in a drinking establishment.
	"That's the first time I've ever had to do that."  David said.
"Down home everybody knows everybody and nobody needs to check IDs.
Well--guess I got to remember I'm not back in old burg, am I?"
	"No David, you sure aren't!  You probably wouldn't know what I
meant if I said, "Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore', would you?"
	Looking at Todd with a quizzed look on his face, David said.  "No,
I don't know what you mean by that!.  What does that mean Todd?"
	"Hey nothing important for right now, let's get something to drink,
and I'll explain that to you later, OK?
	"Uh, yea, OK!"  David said.  "Hey Todd, let me buy you your drink.
Maybe that will kind of pay you back a little for doing this for me, OK?"
	Checking to see what Todd preferred, David then told the bartender,
"Two Budweisers, please."
	After David paid for the beers, picked them up and turned toward,
Todd he then said, "Todd, come here, I need to ask you something!"
	Todd and David moved over toward the wall, rather away from the
main crowd, and David asked, "Todd, did you hear what that bartender called
me?"
	"Well yea I did David.  I told you before we got here that the guys
were going to think you are pretty hot looking stuff, so when he called you
Sweety, he was letting you know that he likes you, and I guess he thinks
you are pretty hot looking too.  Hey, David, you are going to be getting a
lot of that kind of talk tonight.  Can you handle it?"
	"Yea, I guess so Todd, but I sure never expected that to happen to
me.  After I paid him, then he called me stud or something, didn't he?"
	"Yea David!  Yea, he did call you Stud.  He said, 'Thanks Stud'
when he picked up the tip you left him.  Hey, David, he likes you.  David,
you are in a gay bar.  Guys are going to look at you and you are going to
have stuff like that said to you.  David, you are hot looking, you have got
a great build from what we can see with your clothes on, and guys have
never seen you in here before, --so you could call yourself the 'new meat'
in town tonight.  David, you might as well accept the fact that you are
going to get a lot of attention, tonight. OK?"
	"OK Todd, if you say so, but shit man!  I never expected something
like that to happen," he said to Todd, then smiled and continued, "That's
pretty good ain't it?"
	"Hell yes it is!'  Todd replied with a wide grin!
	Todd and David walked around and David took in the entire sight.
He checked out all aspects of the bar, --it's interior decor, --it's music
and of course it's patrons.
	Every once in awhile, he would move over closer to Todd and quietly
ask him what some guy meant when he heard something that he did not
understand.  Todd would very patiently explain what the man meant, or what
he was implying, and David would then simply say something intelligent
like, "Oh, OK!"
	Todd suggested that rather than have another beer here, that
perhaps they should move on to their next scheduled bar, The Western Stage.
	"Hey Todd, I'm doing as you say.  You tell me what we are doing,
OK?"
	"OK!  Then lets head over to The Western Stage.  That bar will be
somewhat different than here. The Western Stage is of course as western
type of bar.  Of course we don't have too many real cowboys in these parts,
but hey, some of the gay guys can look pretty good in whatever western wear
they have.  We don't have any western stuff on, but in that bar, it sure is
not going to make any difference.  The bar tenders are usually about the
only ones that have much western stuff on."
	The two left 'For the Boys' bar, but not before the bar tender got
a chance to ask David if he was new in town, and then when being told that
he was just in town visiting for the week-end, told David that he would be
more, much more than just glad to show him around town and show him some
fun while he was in town.
	 As they went out the door, David asked Todd, "Todd exactly what
did he mean when he said that, 'he would be more than just glad to show him
around town and show him some fun while he was in town.?  What exactly did
he mean by that?"
	"David my poor young naive man!  David, what he meant was, show you
his place, his house or his apartment, and then have some fun with you
while there!  He wants to have some sex with you, man!  David, I'm sorry I
am grinning over that, but you are getting hit on and, hell yea---I'm
jealous.  Shit man, I wish some hot guy like that bartender would hit on
me!  Shit man, I'd be doing it with him as soon as I could get him out of
here!"
	"Todd, I really don't know what to say.  Man, I just never ever
thought about some other guy wanting to have sex with me!  Man, this is
kind of weird!  Good I guess since I am in a gay bar, but something I sure
never expected.  Todd, right now I am really glad you are with me.  I don't
know what I would have told that guy!"
	"Well shit man!  I sure in the hell know what I would have told
him, but that's me not you.  Let's head for The Western Stage and see if
you get all hit on over there too! OK?"
	After about a five minute drive, the two pulled into the parking
lot and found an available open parking space.
	"This place looks a lot bigger than the last place, isn't it?
David asked.
	"Yea, it is a pretty good sized bar.  Besides it has a pretty good
sized dance floor in it, so that takes up a lot of room too.  Hey when we
get inside, let me get our beers, and I'll explain to you later, OK?"
	"Oh, yea, OK" David said.
	Todd got the two beers, and as he handed David his, he explained.
"The reason that I wanted to get our beers is when they see one guy buy and
pay for both beers for both guys, that is a pretty good sign that those two
guys are together, and not just happening to be in the same place at the
same time.  OK?  Got it?"
	"Yea, I understand!"  David said.  "That does make sense to me.
I'll buy our next ones then.  OK?"
	"Yea if you want. We'll just kind of keep switching back and forth,
and then we should be pretty even."
	"I like this place."  David said.  "Yea, the building is pretty
western looking, but you are right, not too many guys wearing western
clothes are they?"
	"Do they always play western music, all the time?
	"Well I kind of think so.  I think I have been in here before when
it was something different, but yea, I do think it is western most of the
time.  Later in the night, like just about the time for them to close, then
the dance floor gets kind of busy and a lot of guys try to do the two step.
Some are pretty good, but then some should just stick with the ole waltz!"
	All of a sudden David tapped Todd on the shoulder and said, "Todd,
look at what that guy just handed to me and told me to put them in my
pocket!  Todd he handed me a package of rubbers!"
	"Oh yea David."  Todd replied as he looked to see what David had in
his hand.  "He works for the county health department.  They hang out in
the gay bars once in awhile and hand out free condoms so that the guys will
use them.  Well, since he handed them to you, I guess he must have decided
that you are the top in 'our relationship'.  Just stick them in your
pocket.  You might end up with a number of them before the night is over."
	David and Todd grabbed some stools at the bar and rather kicked
back and watched the activity around them for awhile.  Once in awhile some
guy would stop and talk to them, and then usually discover in one format or
another that David was not available and then move on.  Todd did express
his rather amusing disgust that he was having to play second fiddle to
David.
	"I guess the 'new meat' in town does show in some mystical way,
doesn't it?"  Todd asked, but with a grin on his face.
	"I don't know", said David.  "Maybe for some reason they can tell
I'm from out of town, but I think you look as good and as nice as I do.
Maybe I am acting kind of stupid in some way or another, and they think
that is cute.  Shit man, when some guy comes over here, I'm going to make
sure he knows you are a local, and available.  OK?"
	Todd laughed and told David, "No, don't do that!  But hey man, I
like your attitude though!  Maybe I'm just not putting out the right vibs
tonight.  I know, since we are together, I'm just not acting as horny as I
usually do.  I'll come back some night soon and see if I can get one of
these same guys all hot and bothered over me!"
	David looked at Todd and grinned.  He then leaned over close to him
and said, "Todd, they can tell I'm not gay, and so that is making them to
want me!  What do you think?"
	No David, no I really don't think so.  We gays do have what we call
our gaydar, but I really don't trust it that much.
	David expressed his confusion over that statement, and Todd had to
explain the term gaydar to him.
	David did seem to be really enjoying himself there at The Western
Stage, so they decided to stay long enough to have one more beer each, and
then move on to the next bar.
	After quite a few more explanations of what people were actually
saying and what some of their actions meant, the two headed out for the
next bar.
	"OK, Todd, what is this next bar like?  What is it called?"  David
asked.
	"It's the Cow Skin Bar", Todd replied.  "It is a Levi Leather Bar.
This bar will be quite different than our first two.  The first bar was
kind of just a beer and wine place, the second one was of course western,
and well this one will be a lot darker, and have a lot of decorations that
will be really different for you.  You know I will not be taking you
anyplace that is not safe, right?"
	"Well yea-but why in the hell would you say something like that?
What in the hell is this place?  Someplace that is not safe?  Todd, where
are we going?"
	"David, this one looks kind of wild when you first go in, but
believe me, all the guys in there are little puppy dogs.  They just like to
look rough and tough.  And yea, they like to act that way sometimes too,
but believe me, they are just little puppy dogs.
	"Down this back alley?"  David asked as Todd turned and entered a
very dark back alley.
	"Yea, this place is kind of hidden.  Part of it's mystic feeling, I
guess."
	Todd actually turned into a parking garage and waved at the gate
attendant as he entered.
	"This bar is real lucky.'  Todd said.  It had this old warehouse
attached to the building, so the bar owners turned it into a parking
garage, and all of the customers really like that.  Now you are going to be
seeing a lot of leather, but don't let that freak you out any, OK?"
	"Yea Todd, I'm OK.  I'm with you and I know you know what you are
doing, but yea, I do have to admit that right now I am really glad I am not
by myself.  If I had come here in a cab, I'm sure I would have told the
driver to just keep going.
	They parked the car as closely to the bar door entrance as they
could, but even then they were probably 30 or 35 spaces away from the
entrance.
	"Shit man!"  David said.  Are all of these cars all for the bar?"
	"Yea" Todd replied.  "This place really gets the business."
	Of course once again they had to present their ID and as the
doorman handed it back to them, he told them that it was jock strap night,
and for those guys wearing just a jock strap, all the drinks were 1/2
price.  And informed them that if they did not have a jock strap, but
wanted to, they could purchase a black strap in the leather store just
inside.
	"We get them at a very good price, so they are cheap, and then
you'll have it for another time too."  He told them.
	"Oh OK.  Todd said in response.
	"Shit David, I did not know tonight was jock strap night.  Maybe if
I had known that, then maybe I would not have come here.  Do you want to go
in and just not be one of the jock strap guys, or you want to leave or what
do you want to do?"
	 "Well, he said that if we do the strap thing, then we get all our
drink half price, right?"
	"Uh Yea!"  Todd rather surprisingly said.  "Yea!"
	"Well,--if we do the strap thing, then what do we do with our
pants?"
	"Uh, they give you a bag to put them in, and then you like,-- check
them, and they give you a ticket to turn back in when you want them back."
Todd was answering , but was actually quite surprised at the questions that
he was answering.
	"Well how much can a jock strap cost us?  If we buy one, we will
probably get more than our money back when we have to only pay half price
for our drinks, right?"
	"Yea, David!  Yea!  Are you saying that you want to do the jock
strap thing?"
	"Yea, I think so.  Hey, it's just all guys in there isn't it?
There's not going to be any ladies in there to see us running around with
just jock straps on are there?"
	"Yea-I mean, no--yea you are right.  No---there are no ladies in
there!  Do you want to get jock straps?"
	"Yea, lets do.  That sounds like fun!  Kind of like being in gym
class back in the old school days!"
	"OK, let's do.  The store is right over here."
	Todd was actually shaking his head in disbelief, if that was what
David had decided he wanted to do, but it sure was OK with him if that is
what the decision was."
	They entered the leather store, and each purchased a black jock
strap.
	"OK guys, go back there, in the back room, and change into the
straps and then take your clothes out to the clothes desk and check them
in.  When you check in your clothes, he will give you a wrist band to wear
to hold your cash and claim check in, ."
	"Oh OK!" Todd replied.
	They went into the back room where they were to change into the
jock straps.
	"OK so we take off our pants and shirts, right?"  David asked.
	"Yea right."  Todd answered.
	'So I guess we put our shoes back on then.  I assume?"  David
asked.
	As Todd looked up to reply an affirmative to David, his jaw dropped
as he realized that David was taking off his pants, and had no under briefs
on under them.
	Todd started thinking to himself. "Shit man!  This guy is not so
much of a country prude guy as I thought!  He's got enough balls to go
without underwear, and damn man, look at those balls!  And damn, man!  Look
at that piece of meat!  Shit man!  What in the hell have I been running
around with tonight that I never knew about?  Damn man!  Shit!"
	"Uhhh-yea, put your shoes back on."  He told David.
	Feeling rather shook and rattled over what he had just seen, Todd
finished getting himself ready, and managed to check out David's crotch at
least twice before they left the completely well lit room, and went into
the rather darker bar space.
	"Damn, is he really straight, or is he kidding me?  A straight guy
hung like that, with a bag of balls like that, and no briefs?  Hey man, I'm
really starting to wonder now!  Shit man, --what if he is not really
straight?  Shit man--damn!  Oh God!  Please make me be right," he
immediately thought to himself, and enjoyed the thoughts that he was
playing with!
	As they checked their clothes and entered the actual bar space,
David said.  "Shit man!  Look at how many guys are in here.  Man, this
place is full!"
	"Yea, it sure is."  Todd said.  "Well, I guess with the number of
guys that are just wearing jock straps tonight, I guess I was wrong about
all of the leather that would be in here.  Hell of a lot more skin than
leather, isn't there?"
	"Yea there is."  David replied.  "Got to admit, never been in a
room before with so many guys that are almost naked.  Kind of weird isn't
it?"
	"Well, I guess it might be if you aren't gay."  Todd said.
	"Yea, maybe that is why I feel kind of funny.  Did not think of
that!"  David replied.
	As they waited to order their beers from the bartender, Todd
managed to move them up rather close to the bar where the light was just
little brighter. As he looked down, he said to David, "Hey did they sell
you the right size of strap.  Yours fitting OK?"
	"Yea I think it fits fine."  David said as he rather moved himself
into the light a little better. "It looks like it fits right doesn't it?"
He asked.
	He then took ahold of the top of it and rather readjusted it from
left to right, and then asked.  "It looks right doesn't it?"
	Getting just about as gutsy as any guy could at that moment, Todd
reached down, cupped his hand and placed it on the basket of David.  Moving
his hand only slightly, as if to attempt to see if it did or did not fit
quite right, he then said, "Yea, I think it is OK, unless it is a little
tight!"
	"Yea I know it is tight!"  David said.  "That is why I told the guy
in the store that I wanted a small.  I don't wear straps or underwear very
often, but when I do, I like for them to be really tight.  I like the
feeling, when it's that way.  Hell, you know I don't think I've had a jock
strap on since being in high school.  I just don't usually wear anything
under my pants, if I don't have to.  So, I don't know.  Maybe for tonight I
should not have gotten a size small.  Maybe I should have gotten a bigger
one.  What do you think?"
	"Hey,--if the small one feels good to you, then you got the right
one.  >From what I can see, it looks good on you.  And from here, it
looks,---damn good!"
	The bartender gave them their beers, and they wondered off into the
maize of almost naked guys.
	After swishing and swaying to avoid running into other guys, and
some rather not so accidentally rubbing up against some hot and hunky guys
to get by, Todd turned to David, who was following behind him, and asked.
"Hey, you doing OK?  Kind of crowded in here isn't it?"
	"Yea I'm doing OK, I think."  He replied.
	Todd turned more to David and asked, "What do you mean by, You
think?  You OK?"
	David leaned up real close to Todd and very quietly asked.  "Well
Todd, trying to get through back there, everybody was all up real close,
and two or three times I felt somebody's hand hit my crotch, and one time
that one guy actually grabbed ahold of it pretty hard, but I was not sure
what I was supposed to do.  Is that something that I just have to have
happen when you are in a gay bar?  I didn't say or do anything, and I don't
know if I was supposed to tell him to not do that, like if a man did that
to a woman in a crowd someplace, or if I was supposed to act like I never
felt it or what?"
	"David, that will happen when you are something that other guys
want to take home or at least feel when they get a chance.  As long as what
they do, like grab your crotch, if it is OK with you, then let them do it,
or maybe just look at them and say 'thanks,' or something, but if you don't
want them to touch you, just look at them and say, 'no thanks man'.  Most
guys will back off right away if they know they are doing something that
they should not.  OK?"
	"Yea OK.  Thanks Todd.  I really did not know what to do, so I
figured I'd ask you when I got the chance."  Rather grinning, David then
asked, "When that one guy did that, it felt really good, should I go back
and tell him, Thanks?"
	"No, no!  But if you did like it, then maybe you need to try and
find yourself up close to him again and see if he will do it again.  If
some guy gropes you and it feels good, then let him do it.  But you might
have to try and explain later that you are not a gay guy, and I'm not so
sure he will believe that after you have let him feel you up!"
	"Oh that's right!  Yea, maybe I had better try to keep from having
guys do that then."
	"Well unless you really don't mind them grabbing you and doing
stuff like that, I'd suggest that maybe you had better, but then if you
like what they are doing, go along with it."  Todd said back to David.
"Hey man!  Maybe you might like something like that a lot better than you
thought you might!  Never can tell you know!"
	Todd got no response from David on that last comment to him, and
that in itself made Todd rather wonder just where David really did stand on
his being or not being gay.
	"If he really is gay, " Todd thought, "he sure has never been out
in the gay community, and I doubt that he has ever had any gay sex, but he
was curious enough to come to town to see what a gay bar was like.  Hey if
you are not interested in gays in general, then why come to see what a gay
bar is like?"
	The two men continued to roam around the bar and into and out of
some of it's smaller areas.  The Cow Skin Bar was laid out in such a
fashion that a lot of little nooks and crannies existed.  Of course each
nook and cranny had it own little personal activity going on inside of it.
Some of that activity was very legitimate, and then some of it rather
required someone to kind of act as a door guard, for a couple of two or
three guys and their love making.
	"Todd, let's go over that way" David said.  "There's a lot of guys
watching something over there, let's see what they are doing, OK?"
	As the men got closer to the crowd Todd realized that the crowd was
watching a flogging demonstration.  Having some real serious thought about
what David would say about something like that, he decided to just take it
slow and calmly and watch David for any radical reactions.
	"Oh Shit man!"  David exclaimed!  "Shit! Todd!  That tall guy is
whipping the shit out of that other guy!  Todd,-- the little guy is not
fighting back or anything!  God Todd that has got to hurt man!  Are they
having fun or something, or what in the hell is going on, man?"
	Todd quietly explained how some guys get into some rougher stuff
like flogging, and using different types of whips on another guy, and that
is what these two were showing to the crowd of how to do it, and not
really, physically, hurt the guy that is getting whipped.  Todd did admit
that, as the bottom guy is getting whipped, it does sting a lot, or so he's
been told---since he's never been whipped himself, but no long lasting hurt
of any kind.  He explained how seeing the red strap marks on himself, after
the whipping is all over, is usually a real big turn on to the guy that got
the whipping, and also to the guy that did the whipping.
	"David you will notice how the guy with the whip will rub the other
guy's back and butt after he whips him?  See, he really does like that guy,
and he's not trying to be mean and nasty to him, it's just a different way
of having some man to man rough actions together.  Watch, before they are
done, the big guy will go over and give the other guy a lot of hugs and
squeezes before he unties him from the rack.  I know it looks like the one
guy is really beating the hell out of the other guy, but really they are
having their fun."
	"Shit man!'  David replied.  "Shit man, I think there are a lot of
other things that I'd like to be doing with a guy than that!  Not so sure
I'd like that!  And I know damn well I could never hit another guys with a
strap like that.  And did you see how many straps that guy had all tied
together?  And you said those guys usually love each other?  Whoa, man!
That's too much for me!  Damn Todd!  I am really glad you are with me
tonight, because if I had been here by myself and saw that, well I'm not
too sure of what I'd do.  I'm glad I've got you to explain all this stuff
to me."
	As they turned to leave the area, Todd did notice and realize that
David had reached down and rather unconsciously, readjusted his jock strap.
	"Hey is your strap OK?"  Todd inquired, as he looked down toward it
and quickly realized that it was bulging out quite nicely.  "May not have
thought he liked what he saw, but it sure gave him a hard on!"  Todd
thought to himself.
	"Hey David, watching that activity was a little more exciting to
you than you realized, wasn't it?"
	"What do you mean?  Why did you say that Todd?"  David asked.
	"Well David!  Right now it is very obvious to me that watching
those two guys get it on with each other, kind of got you all excited, down
there, right?"  Todd asked as he nodded down toward David's cock.
	"Well yea, I guess watching one guy get that rough with another guy
was something kind of different.  I've never seen something like that
before,---well except for the time the coach got mad at little Billy for
not doing as he was told, and the coach made him drop his drawers and threw
him across his lap, and then paddled him with his bare hand until poor
little Billy's bottom was all red.  I guess watching those two guys kind of
made me remember that day."
	"Hey, David.  That day, when the coach did that, what did you think
about it then?  Did you think little Billy deserved getting that paddling?"
	"Well no!  None of use thought he needed getting a paddling like
that, but hey, that was the coach, and whatever the coach said, that was
it.  He was kind of like, our law at the school."
	"So how many guys saw what happened?'
	"Oh there were only about five of us in there when he did that!  He
told us to all shape up, or each of us would be getting the same thing."
	"How old were you when that happened?"
	"I was in the seventh grade, so I guess I must have been about
twelve or thirteen years old."
	"Did the coach ever do that to you?"
	"No, I made sure I did not make him mad.  He was a hell of a lot
bigger than us kids, and I did not want my ass whipped like that.
Especially in front of a bunch of the guys, like he did to Billy."
	"Well David.  What would you have done if the coach had done that
to you?  What would you have done?"
	"I'd have laid there and taken it!  I would not have had any choice
about it."
	"Did you ever kind of wish that maybe the coach would paddle you?
Did you ever think about what that would be like if he did that to you?"
	"Yea,---one day he got all mad at another kid that was only in our
school for part of a year, ---I forget his name, ---but when I thought the
coach was going to beat him, like he did Billy about a month earlier, that
was the one time when I wanted to be the guy across his lap, if that is
what he was going to do.  I did not think that poor kid deserved to get
paddled, for whatever it was he was supposed to have screwed up on, and
that day, is the only day that I can remember that I wanted to be the one
instead of the little kid.  That kid was little.  I wasn't big then, but
that kid was littler than me!"
	"So what happened?  Did the coach paddle that kid?"
	"No!  The coach grabbed him, and then all of a sudden he let the
kid go and mumbled something under his breath and he walked out of the
locker room."
	"Oh, all this stuff took place in the locker room?"
	"Yea.  The only time we were around the coach was when we were in
the locker room on in the gym."
	"Well David. Tell me.  How often was the coach in the locker room
with you guys?  Was he in there with you guys a lot?"
	"Well yea!  I guess.  We'd have gym class, but a lot of the times,
he would just have us stay there in the locker room and he's give us
instructions about what we were supposed to do when we play some game or
another.  Hell there were a lot of times that we'd just have gym class in
the locker room.  We never went to the gym at all.  It was during those
times when I discovered that some guys get to have,---bigger, --what should
I say--bigger dicks than others.  Hell, we'd end up spending the whole time
in the locker room naked, just listening to the coach explain something to
us.  He never told us ahead of time that we weren't going to the gym.  We'd
all be getting dressed into our gym shorts whenever he came in and then
started our conversations in there.  He gave us a lot of lectures on health
and way to take care of our bodies and stuff like that.  Then, even though
we never even got to the gym, he's have us all shower down, as if we had
been playing hard.  After we all showered, he'd always walk around and make
sure we had toweled off real good.  He always said that he did not want his
guys leaving the locker room looking like they had pissed in their pants.
He'd re-towel a lot of the guys off again if he did not think they had
dried themselves, well enough.  I guess there were a couple of guys that he
just could not get to learn how to use a towel right.  Every time we
showered, he would re-dry them all over again.  I do know that Jay kind of
let him do it all of the time.  In fact Jay would ask, 'Hey coach!  Am I
dry enough to get dressed now?'  Every damn time, the coach would come over
and re-dry Jay.  What I thought was kind of funny though, was, he never had
to re-dry Jay's arms or neck or someplace like that.  It was always his
legs and butt area.  I guess that's why the coach always said he did not
want it looking like one of his guys had just peed in his pants."
	"Well what happened to that coach?"  Todd inquired.  "Is he still
at that school?"
	"Oh no!'  David replied.  "He was only there one year.  Right at
the end of the school year, I remember there was some kind of a big
newspaper article in the paper from the county seat, and although I never
found out what it was all about, the school district immediately got rid of
him.  I have no idea of whatever happened to him.  I tried to ask around to
see exactly what had happened, but nobody seemed to really know.  So I
finally just forgot all about him.  Well,---that is until tonight.  That
whipping made me think about him again.  Hell Todd, that's been ten or
twelve years ago when that happened, hasn't it?  Shit man!  I wish I knew
where that coach was today!  If I could find him, I would drop my drawers
in front to him and stick my bare ass right in front of his face and tell
him, well if you like to paddle little kids asses so much, why don't you do
this one?  Then I'd tell him, I know you wanted to do it when I was a
little boy, so do it now!  I wonder if he'd be so damn anxious now?  Now
I'm big enough that I could take him over my knees and whip his bare, butt,
ass!"
	"So did the school say anything about this guy?"
	"All they said was that he was not a good coach, and that they
needed to make some changes for the next year.  Well-they made some changes
alright!"
	"Yea, like what?"  Todd inquired.
	"Well, we had to spend a lot more time either in the gym or out on
the field.  We did not have the locker room discussions like we did when
Coach Jack was there.  And the new coach, I think, was more of a teacher
than a coach.  Hell, he was so damn fat, I'm not sure he could have run all
the way around the football field like we had to do.  At least Coach Jack
looked and acted like a coach.  He spent a lot of time with his players,
and he showed us what a guy can do with his body if he works out in the gym
lifting weights and stuff like that.  That new coach, hell I doubt that he
ever saw a weight, let alone lift one.  Coach Jack liked to have the older
guys come in and lift weights a lot.  He helped them a lot.  He measured
them every week to see if they had gotten any bigger. He always wanted Jay
to spot for him when he pushed bench presses.  We could never figure out
why he would only let Jay do that.  I guess he must have trusted Jay more
than some of the bigger guys.  Jay was a real tall guy, so maybe he could
just straddle his legs over the top of the bench better than the rest of
us.  I tried to spot for him once, but my legs were so short, I couldn't
straddle over him enough to try and grab the bar.  He always had the bench
scooted up so far, there wasn't any place to stand!  So, I guess that's why
he always had Jay do it.  His legs were so long, he could just stand there
right over Coach Jack's face."
	"So, Coach Jack!  Did you kind of like him, although he got mad and
paddled some of the guys sometimes?"
	"Yea!  I liked Coach Jack He never got mean with me.  He was nice
to me.  He'd let me take care of some of his gym clothes once in awhile and
whenever I had some small problem, he'd be there.  I remember one day when
for some damn reason I could not get my gym shoes untied.  He came over
right away and got down in front of where I was sitting and finally got
them all untied for me.  I liked the fact that he took care of us in ways
like that."
	"So what else did he do for you guys?"
	" Well, that was the only year that we did not have to carry a gym
bag back and forth to school.  He took care of all of our gym clothes for
us.  He said that since he had a really big business type sized washer at
home, that it would just be easier for him to wash all of our gym stuff
together in one load, and then besides we did not have to worry about
bringing it back to school.  Later in the year, some of the parents started
asking their boys if they ever used gym clothes at school.  Some of the
moms started realizing that the guys were never bringing the clothes home
to get washed.  Right at the end of the school year we had to start
carrying the gym bags again. I guess the school did not want him spending
his time washing out our stuff."
	"Oh, another funny thing about that coach.  I guess his real first
name was not really Jack, but rather John.  I guess Jack is a common nick
name for some guy named John.  Well, what I though was funny was that he
wanted to be called Coach Jack, but his last name was Dalft.  So if you put
the first name Jack and the last name Dalft together, you got Jack Dalft!
We always made fun of that, but not to his face.  In town he was always
referred to as Coach Jack, or as John Dalft."
	 "If we had made fun of it in front of him, I have not idea of what
he could have down.  Probably beat the hell out of a bunch of bare butts!
You know Todd.  Now that I think back about that guy, I kind of wish he had
not left town.  We had some pretty good times together even though he got
pretty rough with some of the bigger guys once in awhile.  I don't think he
really meant anything with it, I think it was just his way of handling the
guys that got all smart acting and they needed to be put back in place.
Hey with me, he was always nice.  He'd give me back rubs and stuff like
that if I acted like I as sore.  Oh shit man!  I forgot all about the time
I got a leg cramp and could hardly walk on it. He made one of the other
guys kind of take over the class, and he helped me into the locker room and
rubbed it out for me.  Actually it got a lot better a lot faster than he
thought, and I kept telling him, I think it is OK now, but he kept telling
me that unless you really work it out, and don't rub on it for quite some
time, then it could come back in very quickly.  So, hell I think he spent
the entire rest of the gym hours rubbing it and doing the other leg too so
that it did not cramp up on me.  So-see--he was a pretty good guy.  He
didn't need to take care of me like that, did he?"
	"Oh hell no, he sure didn't need to, I agree!"  Todd answered back.
"I can definitely see that he was a pretty good guy.  You kind of miss him,
don't you?'
	"Well yea, I guess you can say that!  Been a long time since I even
thought about him, but yea,--now that I think back to those days and having
him around so much, yea I guess I do kind of miss him.  Sure do wonder
whatever happened to him.  Well, I guess he and his wife and kids probably
moved to some other bigger place and he probably got himself a better
coaching job in a bigger school someplace.  Hell, he might be a college
coach someplace by this time, what do you think?"
	"Well David, I really kind of doubt it, really man!  Yea, I really
do kind of doubt it!"
	"Well, Todd, why?  Why don't you think he could be college coach
someplace."
	"David, from what you have told me.  Think back!  Put it all
together man.  Listen to what you told me.  He was a pedophile and was
after all you young guys!  He was using his coaching job to get at little
guys!  You told me about the way he treated the bigger boys and then how he
was so nice and caring to you smaller guys.  He was a dirty old man, that
was using you guys.  Did you ever see him touch one of the bigger guys in
places where he wasn't really supposed to be touching.  Like when he was
re-drying them off?"
	"Oh sit man!  Oh shit, he was ----wasn't he?  Hell man, no wonder
nobody in town "knew" what happened over in the other town that was in the
papers.  The article did not make any sense to me, but then I did not
understand a lot of the words, so yea---he got picked up, didn't he?  Well
shit man, now I do wish he was here!  I would strip him out of his pants
and let him see what a good strong bare assed paddling actually feels like.
Hell he wasn't too mad at those guys was he?  All he wanted was a reason to
get their pants down and see their bare asses, and then probably paddle
them too.  He could feel their asses that way, couldn't he?  Oh,--- Todd!
you know I told you about him rubbing that leg cramp out?  So that is the
why he kept getting higher and higher on my legs.  I kept telling him that
it did not hurt up there, but he kept saying stuff like well you have to go
all the way up, or it will come back again.  God Todd, I was damn dumb
wasn't I?  Shit, I wonder how many of the guys really knew what was going
on?  Hey, I bet that Jay guy knew what was happening.  You know something
Todd,---that Jay was the one that coach had stay after school a lot and
help get the athletic stuff all put away.  Shit man!  He and Jay were
playing around I bet!  Todd,-----that's why Coach Jack always wanted Jay to
help him when he was in the weight room, isn't it?  He wanted Jay to stand
there and put his crotch right in the Coach's face, didn't he?  And you
know what, there were some other guys that really liked to hang around the
coach's office too.  They were some of the eighth graders.  And all of them
were the bigger guys.  You know there can be a lot of difference between
the size of a seventh grader and a year later when he is in the eighth
grade.  Shit man!  Damn man, I never even thought about him or any of that
stuff since then.  Todd you are so right!  That guy was playing around with
his junior high guys!  Shit man, what if he had been there the next year
when I would have been in the eighth grade and probably been one of the
bigger guys!  I wonder if he was sucking on them, or if he had them doing
him.  Shit man!  One more year, and maybe I would have found out all about
that kind of stuff a lot earlier in life!  The way he treated me that year,
I really do think I might have been, what should we says--one of his boys
during my eighth grade.  Hell man, I could have become a man really early!
Shit man!  Todd, the idea of him maybe sucking on my dick when I was that
young is kind of getting me excited.  I shouldn't be feeling that way
should I?  I should be feeling like I am damn glad it never happened, but
Todd, I don't feel that way.  Todd do you think I am sorry that never
happened to me back then?"
	"Well David, yea----I do kind of think so, -but it didn't, so don't
fret over it.  It's not what we didn't do in the past, it's how and what we
do in the future that is more important.  Right?"  Todd asked his newly
acquired friend, as he placed his hand up on the left shoulder of David.
	"Yea, Todd, I think you are right.  Can't do a damn thing about the
past, we need to think about the future, don't we?  Hey,---- and right now,
----my future needs another Bud!  How about you?  My turn to buy!"
	Todd and David got their next beers and then headed toward the back
of the bar in the other direction from where they had been earlier.
	"Man some of these guys are pretty well built, aren't they?"  David
asked Todd.  "I always thought that gay guys were just supposed to be the
skinny guys that do stuff like fix hair and do interior design stuff.  Some
of these guys look like they are more the out door construction type.  God
Todd!  Look at that guy over there.  Todd!  Look at the muscles on him.
Shit man, is he gay?  Do gay guys get that big and muscular?  Shit man, he
looks like he could compete in Mr. American!"
	David, I kind of think this trip is a good thing for you.  You have
had kind of a weak impression of what some gay guys can be like.  Yea, I'm
sure he is gay or he probably would not be in here, and especially with
that little on.  He is one hot dude isn't he?"
	"Yea he is!  Let's go over that direction.  I want to see him up
closer if possible.  Damn man! He is one really well built guy!  Shit man,
I've tried to beef up my body some since I was in high school, but I sure
never got it to look anything like that!"
	Walking over closer to the hunky muscle guy and his other very well
muscled friends, David just kind of stood there and starred.  As David
stood there, the man saw him looking at him and said "Hi, how are you?"
	David replied, "Oh, Hi, I'm good.  You really have a good built
man.  I like the way you look!"
	The muscle boy looked back and kind of acted rather surprised that
one of the others in the room was quite so straight forward as to just come
out and complement him for his body and his looks.  "Well thanks man!  It
has taken a lot of time and effort in the gym to do it.  I really
appreciate that you like it.  Most guys just look at me and then walk away.
I like the fact that you have the guts to complement me on it.  My name is
Steve.  You are?"
	"Oh, I'm David."  He replied as he reached out to shake the hand
that was now very close to his waist line.  "Oh hey, this is Todd.  He is
showing me around town tonight.  I just came in this afternoon from down by
state line area.  Todd is showing me some of the gay bars.  I'm glad he
brought us here.  Hey, glad to meet you.  I'll see you later, OK?"
	"Yea, OK!  Hey thanks for the comments!  You guys take care, OK?
Todd, glad to meet you!"
	Todd and David then walked on, and David said, "God he sure is a
nice guy for having such a big and strong body isn't he?"
	"Well yea", Todd replied.  "I will admit that he could have turned
out to be a real prick. So many times guys that look like that are all
stuck up.  He seems like he is a real down to earth type of guy!"
	Hey, it is now about a quarter after one, and Nick asked us to be
back at the hotel before two, so that he can hear all about what we did.
Think we should be heading out pretty shortly?"
	"Yea I do.  We need to go get our clothes, so I guess we had better
get going so we're not late."
	After they got their clothes back, David said, "I'm just going to
keep my jock strap on.  That way when we get back to the hotel, then all I
have to do is just drop my pants and show Nick what we wore here at this
bar."
	The two men retrieved their clothing, got re-dressed and headed out
to the parking garage.
	"Hey, I really think this was fun," David said as they got in the
car.  "I like this bar the best of the ones we went to tonight.  I'm
anxious to tell Nick what we did, and I want to show him what we wore,
here."