"This won't be enough," I tell Mark as I drained my third bottle of beer. "I'm going to need a fourth - "

"No can do Sir, unfortunately, there's a three-drink limit to this place. I trust your friend to have enlightened you on this." the bartender says.

I glare at my companion. "How come you never mentioned this?"

"Come on Alex, drinking isn't gonna get you anywhere. You've just got to lighten up, stay positive and have fun."

I can feel the same old tiredness crawling up my spine just like any other day as I witnessed most of the action going on around. Boys stooped doggy style and mounted, the heat of sex and the slap of skin against skin mixing with the harshness of the beer which trickled down my throat and almost made me numb.

This is so not my scene.

"Take a chill pill, Alex," Mark sips from his glass of liquor slowly, eyes roaming around. He'd always been into hard liquor and it was a wonder how he still managed to stay sane. "I've been here for a couple of months and it's better than I could ever imagine. Relax. It's all safe. Notable members are allowed to tag one or two persons along. Just go ahead with the flow if you really want to do this."

All at once, my chest lurched in panic. Did I really want to go ahead with this? I've never been to a gay club and certainly didn't know things would be this... insightful to watch. Deep down, I know Mark's trying all his best not to make me feel bad or serve as a discouragement tool. We both were two straight poles in search of a new adventure and that's our sole mission here, considering we'd never made use of our bisexual liberty. I grind my teeth in anguish. Gosh, this is so much harder than asking women to give a lap dance for a low amount, embarrassing further because we sure as hell didn't belong here.

Mark and I have been friends since babyhood. We'd worn little Barney boxers and peed together by the roadside and coincidentally entered into the same university. When I found out about my largely accommodating sexual orientation, he'd been the first person I told and he's a trusty confidante. He was cool, captain of our high school's football team and every girl's dream guy until he came out to us all, in the middle of a very crucial match that he was gay and that pretty much ended his popularity afterwards. He still wouldn't talk about it and more painful was the fact that he didn't regret it. Or he pretended all was fine.

He was never an asshole and he never allowed that experience to pull him down. One of the best guys I've ever met. By graduation, he'd helped me hook up with at least half of the school's hot chicks but never got a functioning relationship longer than a month.

He wants me to get laid tonight. 

Women are boring these days, just the same old trip in and out their pussys and I'm pissed at the routine. Nothing ever made me more pro-active as getting a first, full-blown experience with a guy.

"Can't we try this another night?" I try not to sound too whiny but truth be told, I'm nervous all over and I don't know why. I'd anticipated this all week so why am I being such a dick at this dying minute? 

"You're staying here till twelve. We had a deal," he sets his drink down and I pout.

"But - "

"Alex," his dark eyes holds my gaze steady for a moment and I already have an answer. No bitching. No sounding like a girl. No bickering and no slacking.

Noted.

"Noon," I affirm, dragging a palm down my face in embarrassment. Just as I push my soft locks back and take a full swing of his drink, the doors are thrown open and two striking men step forward with one slightly behind as if hesitating. They address the maddening crowd silently.

"It's now or never," the one on heels whispered to the visibly fidgety one beside him. "Welcome to Hard bang. Hope you're born ready?"

The man behind steps progressively forward and as I catch a sight of his gleaming hazel eyes surveying the ludicrous crowd, my toes curl in amazement.

He was fucking beautiful and so shy and tiny, I bet he'd barely reach my shoulder when we stand side by side. The sight of his firm thighs in impossibly tight skinny jeans has my cock throbbing. He sighs, turning to the other one and quietly nodded.

Every instinct of mine screamed at me to have those bedazzling pink lips of his around my cock, his hands fondling my balls playfully. Hormones were taking over and I try my hardest not to grit my teeth in pleasure.

He's the one. The one I'm here for.