He turned around and looked through the bar again at all the men and women dancing and drinking and chatting, as he just stood there awkwardly and tried to pull his skirt down again. A boy in a skirt might have called for some attention a lot of other bars, but here it was as normal as anything.
There were cross dressers, transvestites, men in leather, women walking around with almost nothing on; a normal site for a fetish gay bar. But since Jamie had never been to a bar like this, it was a lot to take in, especially since it was topless Tuesday, meaning that every person who was topless got their drinks half off. Not only that, but his friend had dared him to go here in an outfit of his choice.
So Jamie ended up standing at the bar in a soft white skirt that just managed to hide his round bum and the tight white, almost see-through, panties that were under them. And besides that he only wore some white stockings and black heels. He had to adjust to it. Even though he wore stuff like this all the time, it was in his bedroom at home alone, not out in the open in a big bar with anyone to eye him up as they please.
Just as Jamie was getting rather tired of waiting for his friend to show up a rather large and broad man stepped of the general dance floor and leaned his arm against the bar right next to Jamie.
He was rather tall and had a small orange beard, his ginger hair not looking terribly well maintained. The man was wearing some leather pants with two straps crossing his muscular chest like a big X.
“Good evening,” he said with a rough deep voice that had a small bit of Scottish or perhaps Irish in it, while at the same time the tone of his voice revealed right away that he was here with flirting intentions.
Jamie only slightly nodded and responded with a mumbled “Good evening.” Trying to make it as clear as possible with one word that he was not interested in whatever ideas the big man had in his head.
“That’s a nice outfit you got on.” The large guy grumbled as he eyed Jamie up and down, trying to get a small peek under his skirt as he did.
“Thanks,” Jamie quickly responded in the same tone as before, straightening his back to stop his ass from poking out too much as he turned a little more towards the man. Getting a good look at the man’s face did show he wasn’t that bad looking. He was rather muscular and had a nice beard and some handsome eyes. The look on his face did show he was rather rough and wasn’t here to find a date to take to the movies and skipping through the forest.
The man made a sign to the bartender for a beer and quickly turned back to his ‘target’ for the evening, eying him up again as he gave a small nod as a response. “So, do you come here often?”
“First time,” Jamie replied, once again keeping his answers short and grumpy so that the man would catch on quickly. Unfortunately, he did not really seem to be doing so.
“Ah, I see. A lot to take in, isn’t it?” the man replied before taking a large gulp of his ice cold beer.
“I’m actually waiting for a friend,” Jamie finally said, still refusing to make eye contact with the man as he looked back at the dance floor, hoping he would spot Rachel now.
He finally took the message and nodded as he grabbed his beer and stepped away from the bar. “Ah, alright. Have a nice evening,” he said rather coldly as he turned back to the dance floor and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Another half hour passed with Jamie standing there, looking around and occasionally swatting off more men that tried to flirt with him and failed. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the doors finally opened and Rachel walked in.
When he entered the room, Jamie stopped for a second to look at the boy from top to toe as he was looking stunning as usual. Jamie wasn’t the only one who’s attention Rachel was getting, his long pearl white hair falling over his shoulders, reflecting the many blinking disco lights; the single blue strand that slipped over his left hair just being the perfect accessory. His skin, although unusual pale, still looked beautifully soft and smooth and his outfit left little to the imagination. Just like his friend he was dressed in a short skirt, although his was pink, that barely managed to cover his bubble butt sticking out.
With that he wore black stockings that slid all the way up his long smooth legs. Rachel’s eyes were fixed on Jamie the minute he walked in. He walked straight across the dance floor to him, leaving many men to check out his ass swaying gently from left to right as he put one foot in front of the other. He quickly made his way over to Jamie and pushed a soft kiss against the boy’s lip who happily kissed back and leaned himself back against the bar.
Although the boys weren’t in a relationship, the soft kiss had been their greeting for a few months now. The two had experimented a lot in the privacy of their own homes and had really enjoyed their time spent with each other, but besides lust and curiosity they were just friends and nothing more.
“What took you so long?” Jamie started off in a slightly annoyed but still happy voice.
“What do you mean? It’s eleven? I’m right on time!” responded Rachel, as he pushed up against the bar and ordered a nice cocktail.
Letting out a deep sigh, Jamie just shook his head as he mumbled. “Ten. We were supposed to meet at ten.”
“Did we? I really thought we said eleven?” Rachel returned as he grabbed his ordered drink, thanked the bartender and took a small sip. “Oh well, you probably had fun without me already. The outfit suited you better than I hoped.”
A soft blush appeared on Jamie’s caramel coloured skin, looking away as he nodded. “Thanks.” No matter how many times he would dress up in front of his friend, he would still be shy about the fact that he loved his girly side so much. He gently tugged his skirt down again.
A few hours were spent as the boys talked away and had some drinks. They even began chatting with a guy who stopped by and thought they were worth some time, but when he realised the boys both weren’t up for anything, he quickly left. At one point, Rachel did get on the dance floor and put some moves on whilst trying to get Jamie to join him. But he sat stubbornly at the bar, and watched the boy shake it. He was not the only ones admiring the sight of Rachel shaking his rather plump rear to the music, especially since with every movement his skirt seemed to slide up a bit and reveal more and more of the bright white thong that was hiding underneath.
Eventually the club died down with more and more going home, leaving Jamie and Rachel still standing at the bar talking. The only others in the club were couples making out or drunk people who didn’t realise the party had ended. At this point Jamie was looking forward to be going home.
“So, tonight. Uhm. Sleeping at your place?” Jamie softly asked as he blushed and just stared at his drink, knowing full well that sleeping in the same bed after a night like this would in the very least result in a lot of sloppy making out and groping.
“Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind.” A grin grew across Rachel’s face as he answered and grabbed the hand of Jamie. “Come with me, I’ll show you what I mean.”
Although curious and excited, Jamie was mostly nervous. He was shaking a little bit and sweating too. Of the two, Rachel always had been way more open with his sexuality: he was the first to suggest the clothing, the first to suggest fooling around and he was the reason he was walking around such a sexual bar in a skirt that barely covered his own ass. And now Rachel seemed to have yet another plan for him in store as they walked through the bar to the back, where he pushed them into the men’s room.
“What are we doing here?” Jamie asked, pushing his hair away from his eyes again as he looked around at the dirty bathroom.
“Shhh…” Seemed to be the only response from Rachel as he pulled the boy along and finally pushed him into the very last stall of the row, quickly locking the door behind them and looking back at Jamie with a dirty grin spread across his cheeks; a grin that only meant one thing. He was up to something naughty and he wasn’t going to back out now.
Following the instruction, Jamie kept his mouth shut and looked around the walls of the cubicle at all the graffiti on the walls, some of it fading away, some of it looking rather fresh. A few jokes or lines here and there, but mostly cartoon dicks, stuff about dicks and phone numbers that would probably end up with you talking to a giant dick. It was nothing less than what you would expect from the bathroom stall of a raunchy gay bar.
Rachel softly grabbed Jamie’s hips and pushed forward, pushing the boy against the bathroom stall door and leaning against him. His soft pink but pale lips pushing against the darker wet lips of his friend, sharing a soft but long kiss that they both were happy to share.
“Can you now please tell me what I’m doing here?” Jamie whispered, not exactly sure why he was whispering at all.
“Well, you know how we always fantasized about involving someone else in our playtime, but didn’t want to ask anyone?” Rachel asked with the same grin on his face, almost bursting from excitement.
“Yeah?” The black haired boy slowly responded, curious what Rachel was aiming at.
“Well, uhm. How about… How about this?” Rachel finally said, stepping back and pointing at the right bathroom wall. Jamie knew what it was. He had heard and read many stories about it.
A glory hole.
A small hole was cut out of the wall, the edges taped off with duct tape to prevent scratches and splinters to a particular fragile body part. Arrows were coloured on the wall and pointed towards it with words written all over, most along the lines of: “Good boys swallow”, “Hungry for dick?” and “Take it all in slut.”
The soft brown colour of his cheeks was almost completely overtaken by a red blush as he put his hand in front of his mouth. He didn’t even know what to respond. A part of him wanted to get out; a part of him wanted to keep going. He was here already. He had gotten to his point. He had thought about it.
The beautiful thing about a glory hole is that you never know who’s on the other side; it’s anonymous. It was actually the perfect way for him and Rachel to experiment even further.
“Well?” Rachel asked. Even he had a soft blush on his face. “Look, I know it’s out of nowhere and if you don’t want to do it, we won’t. But it’s something we both talked about and once I discovered it was here. Well, I just could not stop thinking about it.”
Grabbing the toilet seat and pushing it down, Jamie had to sit down for a second. The hole was now almost on eye level as he shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s very sudden.”
“I know. I know. But just think about it,” Rachel said as he stood in front of him, rubbing Jamie’s knee gently to comfort him as his mind was rushing.