One Night Out, Part 1
Posted on: May 24, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I took one last look at myself before leaving the house. To me, I looked pretty hot. Faded jeans, vintage tee, tight (lycra) boxer-briefs, and flips. I even had in a tongue ring that coordinated with my outfit. A couple of friends and I were headed to one of the most popular gay nightclubs in town. I just tagged along for the music, drinks, and attention. Once we arrived, I could hear the trance-like base of the techno music just outside the door. Once in, my friends and I were greeted by one of my best friends, who happened to be working at the front desk. "Go on in. No charge tonight." She said with a grin and a wink. The music seemed to flow through every pulsating vein in my body. I could already feel the heat of the dance floor before entering the next room. The floor was packed and so was the bar. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea." I ordered. The bartender was so hot. He was nicknamed, Tarzan, because he loved flaunting his practically nude, athletic body for tips. "I guess it's time to flaunt mine." I thought to myself. After taking a couple of sips of my drink, my friends and I proceeded to the dance floor. One of my favorite songs began to play, which unleashed some untamed animal inside of me. I began swerving my hips, throwing my hands in the air, and moving my body to the beat. I then noticed ...
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