Clicking the unlock button, the tail lights blinked bright in the darkness, and Kenny opened the driver’s side door. He leaned down and slid into the seat, shutting the door behind him. Buckling up, Kenny started the engine and pulled away from his apartment building. As he got closer to the warehouse district in downtown New Orleans, Kenny tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.
Nervous butterflies wreaked havoc in his stomach as nervous energy ran through his system. Not only was this the first time he was going to a bar, but he was going out alone. He wasn’t sure if it was the best decision, but he’d been waiting so long to be old enough to walk inside the Silver Bullet.
When he reached the parking lot, Kenny found a space under one of the street lamps. Looking out the rear view mirror, he checked the line of men running along the outside of the brick building, waiting to get inside the club. Kenny sat inside his vehicle for a few minutes, as the patrons flashed their IDs at a giant bouncer before walking inside. Swallowing down his nervous energy, Kenny opened the door and stepped out into the night.
Straightening his shoulders, Kenny closed the door behind him and clicked the lock button. He walked with confidence he didn’t feel, strutting toward the entrance.
When he reached the door, the shifter growled, “oh, hell no.” Kenny froze in his tracks until he realized the bouncer wasn’t talking to him. The big man at the door grabbed a skinny young man with long hair before he could slip inside the club. “Logan,” he breathed out heavily. “Go home before I call Matthew and Lawson.”
“Please…I just want to check it out,” he complained, and the bouncer raised a brow, obviously not impressed with the plea. “Fine!” Turning on his heel, Logan stomped away and the bounced chuckled.
“You’ve been here before?” The shifter smiled down at him and Kenny pulled his ID out of his pocket. His hand shook slightly, but he firmed his resolve, grinning back. The man glanced at his picture ID before giving Kenny the once over. It wasn’t sexual in nature, only recognition.
“Yes, once.” Kenny nodded.
“Have fun.” He winked, moving to the side and allowing Kenny entrance.
Pocketing his ID, Kenny wiped his clammy hands against the front of his tight jeans. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before slowly stepping inside. His eyes widened as he took in the interior of the place.
The inside was nothing like he’d imagined.
Bright colorful lights spun around the interior as half-naked, sweaty bodies moved to the rhythm of the music. Metal cages were set up around the dance floor on platforms, each one containing a beautiful body wearing only a small pair of metallic boy-shorts. Moving further, he noticed a couple dancers on top of the shiny bar surface, their cocks on display behind barely there white underwear.
Men, men, men, as far as the eye could see.
Smiling, Kenny pulled his lower lip into his mouth and bit down as excitement ran through his veins. He looked around, weaving through the waves of people as he made his way toward the bar. Waiting his turn, Kenny swayed to the beat of the music. When he saw an empty bar stool, he took it, sliding on before anyone else could.
“What can I get you?” a shirtless bartender asked, his voice carrying over the music.
“Uh…” Kenny didn’t have a clue. He wasn’t much of a drinker and he wasn’t sure if he should chance it since he was planning to drive home. “Coke, please.”
“Coming right up,” the bartender said. He placed the tall glass in front of Kenny before walking off and helping another patron.
Picking up his drink, Kenny took a few sips as he looked around at the other men surrounding him. He tried not to stare at the dancers, but he lost that battle. Looking up, Kenny watched the muscular bodies move to the music, gliding across the surface of the bar wearing high-tops, with socks pulled up their knees. The men danced together, grinding their cocks against one another, as the crowd hooted and hollered, cheering them on. Dollar bills were shoved into their tighty-whities and from his angle, Kenny got an eyeful.
It was an erotic show and Kenny shifted on the bar stool before ducking his head and focusing on his drink.
Several minutes ticked by and Kenny realized that going to the bar alone probably wasn’t the best idea. He didn’t know anyone and although he wanted to dance and have fun, he didn’t want to go out onto the dance floor by himself. He needed his friends wildly dancing around him.
Shoulders dropping, he finished his soda and dropped a few bucks onto the shiny wood surface.
Moving to stand, Kenny glanced across the bar and noticed a good-looking older man checking him out. He stared at Kenny, looking him up and down, and Kenny smiled. He watched as the older man waved the bartender over. He ordered a drink and the bartender sat down two glasses in front of him. Palming both glasses, the stranger disappeared into the crowd.