All I Could Bare: My Life in the Strip Clubs of Gay Washington, Read Online Free PDF Page A

"Wait a minute. You're not a hustler, are you? Because I'm not going to pay to have sex with you."
    These kinds of experiences made me reluctant to talk to other customers. But since I had seen this guy around a lot and I was trying to make my Coke last, I said, "I'm Craig. What's your name?"
    "Dave," he answered, shaking my hand. "I've seen you here and at the other clubs."
    "Yeah." I nodded. "You seem to get around, too."
    The bartender, a brown-haired guy in a sleeveless muscle shirt, passed by and took Dave's drink order, a gin and tonic. Then he disapprovingly eyed my drink, which was about three-fourths empty and had taken on the color of drain ditch water.
    "You want another one of those?" the bartender asked.
    "Uh .. . sure," I said, and I could almost feel my pockets getting lighter.
    "You can put that on my tab," Dave said.
    "Thanks. That's really nice."
    "You're welcome."
    "So what brings you out tonight, other than the obvious?" I said, gesturing toward a dancer walking our way.
    "Well, I usually come out on Friday and Saturday nights. It's my reward for being good all week."
    "What do you do?"
    "I work for the federal government. I'm in management," he answered as the bartender returned with our drinks.
    "Have you been coming out to the clubs for long?"
    "Well, I used to be married. I was married for twenty-one years. But after the divorce . . . many years after the divorce, I started coming out. First, I went to the clubs in Baltimore. I was a little concerned about running into people I knew from the office or maybe even my ex-wife. But one day I got tired of making the thirty-minute drive."
    "So, you obviously enjoyed yourself once you started coming here?"
    "I was like a kid in a candy store. I hadn't touched a man in twenty-one years because I was in a monogamous straight relationship. After all that time having these desires and then all of a sudden it's available—I kind of went bonkers." He took a sip from his drink and then asked, "What about you?"
    "Well, I'm actually here for school," I started, but I noticed his attention had drifted away. He was staring at a dancer who had just climbed onto the bar. I'd met the dancer before. His name was Matt. He was a nice guy but not my type at all. He had dark hair; he was older, probably in his late twenties; and unlike his shaved and naturally smooth coworkers, Matt sported a thin coat of shiny black hair over his tall, gym-hardened frame.
    On this night, he was a vision of seeming contradictions, with thick, black-rimmed glasses, neatly combed hair, and black leather chaps that exposed both his butt and his dangling dick. He also held a leather riding crop in his hand, which made him come off like a naughty librarian who dished out kinky penalties for overdue books.
    Matt looked at Dave and then he snapped his fingers, motioning for Dave to come over.
    "Excuse me a moment," Dave said, getting up from his stool and walking toward where Matt was standing. There were people seated in front of Matt, but they had to scoot over to make room for Dave. As soon as Dave was in front of him, Matt kneeled down. Dave put a buck in one of Matt's socks and took a round mini tub of Elbow Grease from the other. He liberally applied the lube to Matt's dick and started working on it for several minutes, stretching and pulling, until it stood fully erect. The customers, who'd been pushed to the side, were now watching intently.
    Once Dave helped li'l Matt reach his full growth potential, the other customers started to clap. "Thank you," Matt said to Dave as he stood up and stepped over toward his other admirers. Dave, all smiles, headed back my way. He sat down, grabbed a couple of cocktail napkins off the bar, and wiped his hands.
    "That was fun," he said. "No matter where I am, Matt will pick me out and I have to go service him. Even if there are people lined up three and four deep at the bar, they have to clear a place for me. Matt will stand there until I take care of him