Well last night Zack and I had our first official date as a couple. It was a lot of fun. There’s a gay part of town that I’ve never been to. Zack wanted to show me around. I wasn’t sure what to wear, as I didn’t want to look too available. I wore a sleeveless shirt to show off my arms that I had been working on the past few months and boot-cut dark wash jeans. When Zack arrived at my place he took one look at me and said “Stunning,” as he kissed me hello, “I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you tonight or someone might try to steal you away from me.” I laughed. He looked great too. He was wearing a tight t-shirt with a pair of fitted green chinos. After a few minutes, we headed out into the warm summer night.
We parked his car in one of the parking garages and got out. He explained the geography of the city. Apparently this neighborhood was where a lot of gay people live. There was about a mile long stretch of street that Zack called the strip and for about three or four blocks around it was where a lot of gay people lived. The strip is a main street that has a lot of businesses, bars, and clubs on it. The rest of the area was mostly residential. He advised to make sure I only stayed on the strip or in the residential areas around it. Once you left the strip the neighborhood changed quickly and was not a good place to hang out.
“First stop, Felt,” he said. It was pretty close to where we parked so we made it there in about five minutes, and what an interesting five minutes it was! Zack pointed out how many guys were checking me out as we walked down the street. I was kind of amazed, although I shouldn’t be. A lot of people think I’m a hottie, but I don’t see it. Zack was loving me being checked out, because he loved being seen with a desirable guy.
When we walked into Felt, I was surprised. It was smaller than I pictured. There was a long bar on the right side, with some shirtless bartenders and waiters walking about. On the other side there was one long banquette seating area with small, low tables here and there. The colors scheme was dark and elegant. The wall behind the seats had a thick deep purple velvet curtain and the seats were black. The tables had a lot of little candles floating in glass bowls. The music was kept low so people could talk too. I loved the atmosphere it was so elegant. Zack went up to the bar and came back with two chocolate martinis, one of my favorite drinks. I sipped my drink and looked around.
“This bar is one where older guys hang out, but I love the way it looks. I think it’s the most elegant club on the strip. Don’t you?” Zack asked.
“Yeah, it’s really nice,” I answered, “and it’s kind of nice being the hottest things here, other than the hunky bartenders, that is.”
“This place is known for it’s bartenders…hottest on the strip. Sometimes they give you attitude though. Let me know if any of them do. I’ve been coming here since I turned 21 and for what I spend in this place they should know better. I helped the owner out with a couple of projects too, so I’m known”
“I’m used to bartenders who have an attitude. All they respect is the dollar.”
“Still no one’s gonna give you attitude. You’re with me. Besides that, you’re cute. They always flirt with the cute ones.”
As if on cue, a muscle-bound cocktail waiter came up and said. “Can I freshen your drink sweetie. Haven’t seen you here before. Enjoy the bar.” We burst out laughing when he left. We stuck around Felt for a couple of hours getting to know each other better and having a couple more chocolate martinis. They were excellent. Zack was a sweetie, even though every five minutes it seemed like someone was butting in to say hi to him, he always said something like “and have you met my boyfriend?” He always made sure I was included in the conversation, regardless of what it was. It seemed like he knew everyone worth knowing. As people left he filled me in on the gossip about them, who he was sleeping with, or not sleeping with, and other fascinating tidbits of information. It was kinda hard to pay attention to what he was saying because he was almost constantly massaging my leg. It felt so nice.
“So what would you like to do?” he asked, “we can go somewhere else and dance, stay here and chill, go watch the strippers at Lucky’s. What are you in the mood for?”
“Well you know I love to dance. Let’s find a dance floor. I never actually been to a strip club.” That was because in my small town the only strip club was miles away and it was a dirty place filled with old lady strippers and sketchy men.
“You got it,” Zack said, “I think you’d like The Vault. It has a multi-level dance floor and amazing music. It’s also usually mixed company. A lot of straight girls go there with there with their friends just to dance and hang out without being ogled by men. They’ll be watching us!”
We walked to The Vault. It looked impressive from the outside and the inside didn’t disappoint. Inside it was very industrial looking. It almost felt as if you were in a large vault. All the walls were stainless steel and shiny. The tables were glass and there were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling in the lounge. The dance floor didn’t disappoint either. It was huge and had stairs leading from level to level. We headed up towards the top and you could see everyone. Even up here the space was big.
A new Nicki Minaj song was playing. Zack and I feel into a rhythm. He was behind me and was pressed up against me. I could feel him throbbing and it was driving me wild. As we danced he ran his hands all over my body. I was getting really excited. I kind of went into a trance dancing with him. Song after song played, but it felt like we just started. His body felt so good against mine. We went to get a couple of waters to cool off and take a little break from dancing.
I happened to look at my cell phone, “Whoa, it’s 2am!” I announced to Zack, “It feels like we just got here.”
“I know,” Zack answered, “having fun?”
“Definitely, you’re a great dancer.”
“Thanks,” he laughed, “save your strength for the rest of the night. I got a little surprise for you. I think it’s just about ready too. Let’s go.”
We left the club and walked on the strip. We headed back towards the parking garage, but stopped at a big house before it. “This is a little hotel. I got us a room for the night.” After we checked in we headed up the stairs and to a room at the end of the hall. It was a suite that was almost as big as my apartment! I walked into the bathroom and found a giant jacuzzi tub big enough for two. Hmmm, I always end up with Zack in a whirlpool. I thought. I turned the water on and poured some bubble bath in. When it was about three-fourths full I turned off the water.
Zack came in and stripped his clothes off. He jumped in the shower and beckoned me to join him. That was one steamy shower let me tell you. He massaged and pampered my body. He made out with me and licked and bit my neck. His hands stroked me all over I was loving it. He knelt down and went down on me. After a little while we made it to the tub and continued where we left off. We were making out then he sat on my lap teasing my dick with his butt. I was loving it. I was so tempted to do him in the tub, but I stopped myself. We had to play safe. After a while, we got out of the tub and toweled each other off. Then we headed for the bed. Zack slipped a condom on me as I lay on my back. Then slowly lowered himself on top of me. He felt amazing. It didn’t take long for me to finish like that. Then it was my turn to make him happy. He rolled me over and started rubbing my back and the rest of my body. Slowly he slid into me. He was throbbing and big. It felt amazing! He took his time and finished when he was ready. I screamed with pleasure. After we were spent, we fell asleep holding each other.