He walked out of the bar, following him, still not quite believing he had agreed to the suggestion. Still not sure he would actually follow through. He hadn’t done this since he was in college, and then only once. And he had been at that frat party and well over served. That was a dozen years ago, and buried deep in his mind. Earlier that evening, Jason had fought yet again with Cheryl, his wife of nearly eleven years. They had been having problems ever since his company had laid off about 40 people in the last year. He was still there, but doing the work that three people had been doing before. He was working long hours, but since he was salaried, still bringing in the same amount of money. He had been approached by a recruiter about a better job, and Cheryl wanted him to take it. Jason was reluctant because it was with a start-up company and he felt it was too risky. He stormed out, got in his car and started driving. He had no idea where he was going, but after driving around awhile saw a club called Hunters Place, that looked pretty busy. He decided to check it out and pulled into the lot, parked and went in. Without really paying much attention, he sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. He glanced over to the dance floor where a scantily clad girl was dancing on one of several isvecbahis platforms. He watched her while he nursed the beer. After about fifteen minutes, she was replaced by another girl. Not bad, he thought to himself. Jason ordered another beer and a shot of whiskey. Normally, he stuck with beer, but he was just in a whiskey kind of mood after the fight. He just couldn’t understand how Cheryl could not see the risk in moving to another job at a company that had not even been in business a year. He had been with his current company since he graduated from college, working his way up the ladder to his current position in middle management. Even though the company was having a rough time right now, he felt it was still safer than moving. The bar had been fairly crowded when he had gone in and was filling up even more. There were only a few open seats at the bar, so when a guy sat down next to him, Jason thought nothing of it. After a few minutes, the guy started talking. “Hi. I’m Alex.” “Jason.” “Hi Jason. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before.” “First time. Kinda had a fight with the wife and just took off driving. I spotted this place, and just pulled in.” “Ahhh, that explains it. Looks like you’re ready for another drink. Let me buy it for you.” Alex signaled the bartender isveçbahis giriş for another round. The bartender refilled Jason’s shot glass and put another beer in front of him, then also poured a shot for Alex. They raised the shot glasses in a toast and drank them down. Alex asked him what had happened and Jason explained. “She just doesn’t get it. I don’t want to work the long hours, but if I leave, I could find myself out of a job when this new company goes belly up in two months. Then what will I do? She thinks I am a fool for letting my company pile all this extra work on me without compensating me for it somehow. But I have told her, they have promised me a raise and some comp time off as soon as things pick up.” Alex nodded in sympathy and Jason finished his beer, then ordered another round for them both on him. While they were drinking and talking, Jason had not noticed that the dancers now on both of the platforms were men. And that the crowd had changed from about three quarters women to almost all men. He was just happy pouring out his woes to a sympathetic ear. The two men started talking about their college days and what it was like to be single and carefree. Somehow the talk turned to frat parties and Jason related how he had gotten drunk at one of them isveçbahis yeni giriş and went to lie down on a couch in the basement to rest awhile. When Jason hesitated, Alex encouraged him to go on. After awhile, he had woken up and was lying there working up the energy to get up and walk back to his dorm when he noticed a couple of people making out on another sofa in the corner. When he realized it was two guys, he laughed to himself, or so he thought. But they had heard him, got up and came over, sitting on either side of him. He had still been pretty drunk, and one thing had led to another. Bottom line was one guy had ended up fucking him while he had sucked the other one off. He had thought about it for a few days, and while it had not been a totally unpleasant experience, he had written it off as a drunken act and put it out of his mind. He had never done anything like that since. Alex just smiled and wondered to himself how many times had he heard that story before from ‘straight’ guys. He reached over and put his hand on Jason’s leg and suggested they go sit in a booth and order some food. He slid his hand up a bit and let his finger brush up against Jason’s cock, caressing it softly with a few strokes. He felt a definite reaction. They picked up their drinks and moved to an empty booth next to the dance floor. Alex let Jason get in first, then slid in next to him, saying that side provided a better view of the dancers. That was when Jason first noticed the dancers were male, and nearly naked.