This is my first story - ever (!!) - So be kind!! Any support appreciated!
This story is a semi-true (embellished) story that happened a few years ago in Melbourne. Names and some details have obviously been changed. The first part will be a bit slow, but it gets hectic and fun very very quickly!!
"THE CLUB"At this point I was pretty desperate. Sitting at my computer I was trying to figure out what to do. I'd been working at bars since I started Uni, trying to pay my way through, but casual hours were running thin. I spoke to friends, scoured the internet, cold called bars and still couldnít find more hours.
When I finally got a call for a bar gig, it was very informal. A friend works at a local late night bar in the city and he mentioned me to his boss.
I got dressed, threw on a blue striped shirt and tight dark jeans. I'd been told I was pretty good looking for my age. I was 19 years old, 6-foot-2, had longish brown hair, was very fit, well built, and had a tight ass with a 7.5" cock. I had a string of gorgeous girls, but never found myself in a long term relationship.
So I sat down at a cafe on Spring St, not expecting much but hoping for something.
"Dave, right?" I heard as a 40-year-old in a casual dark grey suit sat down opposite me.
"Yeah, you must be Michael" I said, looking up at him. He took off his glasses, put his phone down on the table and leant back in his chair comfortably. He nodded as he looked me over.
"So I hear you're looking for work? Bartender, yeah?" he said, picking up his phone and playing around.
"Yeah, definitely, I'm short of shifts right now I'm looking for something new."
He didn't answer. He sat there playing with his phone. After a few seconds he put it down, sat forward and looked at me.
"You know Kent, and he works for me at Blue Bar. Decent money but barely any shifts at the moment. I've got another place, better pay and shifts all the time. It's very private and a bit different."
He said all of this unflinchingly, looking straight at me, as though he wanted to gauge my reaction. I stared back, trying to look interested and eager. I'm pretty adventurous, and have had my fair share of Uni antics, so 'a bit different' didnít seem like too much in the scheme of things.
I chuckled a bit, "Sounds interesting and different usually suits me".
Michael looks at me, waiting, and then says "okay then". He rustles through a bag on the ground and pulls out a bulky A4 envelope, placing it on the table.
"What I'm going to tell you is very private. I've been doing this for a long time, and it simply can't be made public. Everything I tell you is between us, if you're interested, great; if not, no worries - but either way, everything is hush hush. Understand?"
Michael leans forward further, talking quietly. "I run a private gay gentlemen's club in a warehouse in Fitzroy. Every week we turn the empty space into a very private, very discreet, and very expensive gay club, and party for just Friday and Saturday nights."
I chime in, "Yeah sounds great, but you know I'm not g----"
"Just let me finish, Dave", Michael interrupts. "I know you're not gay and that's fine - in fact it's better. We need bartenders - nothing else."
He pauses and I say nothing, trying to figure out how I feel about the whole thing. "Like I said, a bit different," Michael says as he leans back in his chair again waiting for a reply.
I stop and sat back myself, thinking about it, looking at Michael. Honestly, as much as he built it up to be weird, I didn't see any problems with it - if anything, I wanted to see what it was and what it was all about!
I sat forward, "and so, if I was interested..." I said, drifting off.
"...if you were interested, you'd start on Friday. Instructions and everything you need are in here" he said, patting the A4 envelope. We sat for a few more minutes, talking to him about rates, but I really wanted more details about what to expect. After a while Michael stood up, paid for my coffee and left, leaving the envelope on the table.
PART 2: The First Night
I went home, clutching the envelope in my hand, too afraid to open it in the car. I raced upstairs, ignoring my housemates and sat on my bed and tore it open.
I poured the contents onto the bed. There was one A4 page and a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear. I got extremely excited reading through the note. I could feel myself rock hard. I looked at all the details, the most arousing of which was that I was only allowed to wear that pair of underwear on the night - that was it. The thought of a group of gay guys staring at my body should have been a turn off, but I could feel myself throbbing at the thought of it.
So at 9pm on Friday night, I got out of my car and walked over to a dark, unlit building in a dark Fitzroy alley. I knocked on a large dishevelled door. A large guy wearing all black opened the door and ushered me in quickly. I gave him my name and he walked off, re-entering the room with Michael.
"Good to see you, mate" he said, placing his hand on my back and moving me forward. He led me down a corridor and through the first door. I hear music down the hall, my heart beating and cock twitching as I stand opposite Michael as he closes the door.
"Okay, strip down while I fill you in" he said motioning for me to get into the underwear. I start unbuttoning my shirt and kick off my shoes.
"So, these guys come here to talk, drink, play and share stories that they canít share anywhere else. All you have to do is serve drinks, talk and be friendly. No matter what they say, you donít have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with."
I finish stripping down to my underwear, standing there in the short, tight, black Calvin Klein briefs. They wrap tightly around my semi-hard cock. Michael spots my bulge and grins, looking over my built upper body.
"Some of the bartenders get paid extra to 'help out' the guests in other rooms, but that's not you - I know you're straight and all you need to do is tend bar. So, you ready?" he asks grinning at me, clearly eager to get me out there.
We keep walking down the corridor, my heartbeat racing faster with every step. It seems to take forever to get to the end, but we get there, and the door finally opens. We walk into a dimly lit room, much larger than I expected, with small groups of well dressed men gathered throughout. Michael keeps walking over to the bar and I look around as I follow him. There are two make-shift stages, both with guys my age in black Calvin Kleinís dancing around, teasing groups of men sitting in chesterfield lounges and armchairs sitting around them. Other bartenders are standing with groups of men talking, laughing playfully. I turn to the other side of the room and see one bartender with his briefs around his ankles, playing with himself for another group. I gasp, heart racing faster still as I finally reach the bar. By now, a dozen or so men have stopped talking and are staring at me as I walk over behind the bar.
"Dave, this is Will, you'll be working with him behind the bar tonight. Will, help him out a bit - first timer. You okay?" he asks, to which I nod quickly, smiling as though this is nothing out of the ordinary.
Michael walks off and I stand there dumbfounded for a second, staring around the room. Finally, once he was finished pouring a drink, Will comes over.
"Don't worry mate, it's fun, and it's easy as hell - trust me" he says patting me on the back, smiling at me.
"So what exactly goes on here?" I ask, keen to know. As I'm asking Will sees me watching a corner, where a group of five clients follow a bartender down a different corridor and out of sight. I turn my head and one of the bartenders on the stage is now naked, his underwear in the hands of one of the men around him. Suddenly he disappears
"I know it's vague, and you'll think I'm an ass hole, but truly - anything and everything" Will says eagerly, smirking. I look down and his cock is semi-hard just like mine.
"But don't worry, you'll do well - these guys LOVE straight boys".
... ... TO BE CONTINUED......