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I've been promising everyone my story for years. I'll never be 100% happy with it but maybe if I post a few chapters it will spur me on to finish not only the rewrites but also the last chapter.
The first chapter is just a kind of set up for the story. The juicy parts are yet to cum. You've been warned. Here's the first chapter and you have at least a week to get those towels ready for your seat.
It’s hard, not fitting in, especially during your teenage years. Ky had been born here, where her parents grew up, but raised in another part of the United States. She had never learned the “local lingo” and that, more than anything, had branded her as an outsider.
Like most girls her age, Ky was a little insecure about the way she looked. Looking around her, she noticed that most of the other girls were short, skinny and flat chested. Ky stood next to all of them and although she felt fat, she was actually far from it. Ky had a figure that, she soon found out, would draw men to her. Her hips were curved and her stomach wasn’t hard and flat but had a sensuous roundness to it. Ky’s most prominent feature were her breasts. They were big and beautiful with tiny nipples that turned hard like diamonds when she was excited or cold.
Ky’s facial features showed her Asian blood, with its dark, almond shaped eyes and nearly bridgeless nose. Her round had high cheek bones that framed the twin dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.
But the one physical feature that Ky was most proud of was her hair. It was thick, straight as a board and black as coal. Ky wore it long, very long and regular trims made sure it was just as thick 6 inches from the floor as it was closer to Ky’s head.
Her full first name was actually Kyrene but most people just called her Ky. In her whole life, she had never met or heard of anyone with the same name and that was one of the reasons that she loved it. She liked that it was unusual but not so unusual to be made fun of.
At an early age, Ky found out that she could sing. Not just carry a tune, but that she had a real talent. Her voice was strong, clear and seemed to soar. Even those that were reluctant to be her friend, cheered her on when she took the stage. It was this talent that led her to her best friend, Austin, during her junior year of high school.
Austin was a year younger than Ky and a very talented musician. His voice wasn’t as strong as hers but it was smooth and calming. Ky and Austin spent hours sitting under the starry night sky with their guitars, singing to their heart’s content.
The two spent a lot of time at Austin’s home. His father, Austin Sr., adored Ky and kept hinting that she and Austin should one day get married. Ky adored him, so she just smiled and gave him a big hug. In actuality, she and Austin never thought of each other in that way. They just enjoyed each others company and spent many hours together.
One night, Austin was driving his friends around in his Volkswagen Beetle when Ky decided to join them. There were six of them packed tightly into the tiny red car and they were drinking, beer and rum, and sharing a few joints.
“Hey!” One of Austin’s friends suddenly yelled. “Let’s go to the Green Apple. I heard it’s a cool place!”
“Most of us aren’t 18 yet!” Austin shot out.
“It’s ok, my friend said they don’t card.” The first guy replied.
“Sounds good!” Austin said as he steered the car toward their destination.
Ky had never heard of the Green Apple but she really didn’t know about most of the clubs in town. She had just recently graduated from high school and since she didn’t have many friends, she hadn’t been to many places yet. Since she was the only one in the group who was 18 she didn’t see any problem in going along with them.
By the time the car pulled into the parking lot, Ky was tipsy and more than a little stoned. Usually Ky didn’t like to smoke weed as it made her disoriented and a bit paranoid, but tonight she hadn’t wanted to stick out from the crowd, so she had taken a few hits. It wouldn’t have mattered much either way as the tiny car was filled with so much smoke that when they opened the door to get out, a small cloud preceded the occupants.
The Green Apple was in a cinder block building by itself in the middle of a huge parking lot. The building was mostly painted black with “The Green Apple” airbrushed on the back of the building, which was the side that faced the street. Ky was sure that their group looked like the clown car at the circus as body after body climbed out of it. Just the thought of it made her giggle. Austin heard her and turned around, smiled and grabbed her hand as they made their way to the entrance.
There were people gathered in little groups outside the club and a continuous stream going in and out of the front door. They reminded Ky of a trail of ants and she smiled to herself at the comparison.
It was a weeknight and the place was packed! After paying their admission, the group went inside and took a good look around. Ky let go of Austin’s hand and backed herself up to a wall so she wouldn’t be in anyone’s way, then took a good look around. The music was blaring and Ky felt the bass notes beat against the bottoms of her feet. Lights were flashing and swirling as the mirrored ball on the dance floor reflected bright spots of light against the walls. It was the first time she had been in a disco or any dance club for that matter and the whole effect made Ky dizzy, as if she were in a giant kaleidoscope.
As Ky watched the crowd, she saw that there were far more male bodies than female. As her eyes adjusted she could make out a couple kissing in the corner and she did a double take as she realized that both were men.
Things were becoming clearer to her as she saw that most of the couples on the dance floor were also men, even during the slow dances. Ky started to notice little things like the guys holding hands or leaning against one another like she had seen boyfriends and girlfriends do with each other. Given her inebriated state, she was more than a little confused.
Ky took note of the other women in the club. Some of them looked fairly normal but soon she was aware of some interesting things. Some of the women were very tall and broad shouldered. This in itself wasn’t unusual but when she gave them the once over, she saw that they had huge feet that were barely contained by the straps on the heels they wore.
A couple of the gals passed her and she overheard them talking. Both of their voices were deeper than any Ky had ever heard from a woman. Ky started to question the last hit she took off that joint when she discovered the dark shadows that seemed to shade their chins. This all couldn’t be real could it?
Hearing a commotion near her, Ky’s attention was taken away from the chatting pair. Turning part way around, she saw a young man standing on a high bar table. His long wavy hair was the first thing she noticed, then his toned body that gave the suggestion of him being a dancer. She soon found her assumption was correct, as he started to sway and rotate his hips to the music.
The dancer was dressed in only a black thong and bow tie and his muscles rippled as he danced to the driving beat of the current song.
The crowd was yelling and clapping as his body shimmied and writhed in time with the music.
Ky was mesmerized. Her eyes were glued to this young man, taking in his every gyration.
The song was nearly at its end when without warning he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his bikinis and yanked them down, revealing the package that was concealed beneath them. Thrusting his hips forward, the audience screamed their approval and a sly smile appeared on his face.
Ky was shocked! She had never seen a naked man before and didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or curious, or both! She felt both her face and the room getting hot but didn’t want to leave her place in search of somewhere cooler.
The dancer quickly pulled up his pants; covering himself. Then to a round of applause, lightly jumped off the table and disappeared into the crowd, collecting the dollar bills they waved at him as he passed.
Austin found Ky standing there soon after the performance and they all headed home.
Ky, and Austin, both found the club intriguing and returned quite a few times over the next couple of weeks. As Ky watched her best friend, she was beginning to understand why Austin had never had a girlfriend. He had always been good-looking, sweet and popular but had never expressed interest in any one girl although many had tried.
Ky was happy to see him let loose and enjoy himself, but she also understood that it was a confusing time for him. She knew that he couldn’t bring himself to tell his family. They wouldn’t understand and his father would be heartbroken. Ky didn’t know at that time but in a few months, Austin would tell Ky that he enlisted in the Air Force to decide what he wanted in life.
It wasn’t long before Ky started showing up at the club by herself. She found that weekdays were less crowded, thus giving her room to breath and get to know some of the regulars.
The people Ky ran into were interesting and fun. Even though they were very different than anybody Ky had known all her life, she found that she really enjoyed being with them. Most of all, she sensed that they accepted her as she was which was a completely new thing for her.
One night, Ky was busy partying with one of her new friends, Percy. Percy had dark curly hair, big deep brown eyes and he wore makeup and dressed in girl’s clothing. He was funny and loud and the two of them spent the night drinking, laughing and dancing.
They weren’t ready for the night to end when they heard the announcement for “last call”.
“I know! Just come home with me, sister!” Percy offered.
“Are you sure? What about your roommates? Won’t they be upset?” Ky asked cautiously.
Percy assured her, “Don’t worry about them, they’re all ‘P’!”
Ky looked at Percy questioningly. She still hadn’t picked up much of the gay slang and this term was new to her.
“P! It means it’s cool…pretty…perfect.” Percy translated for her with a wave of his hand. “Let’s just go!”
Percy lived in a one-bedroom apartment with two other guys. Jonah and Juno were also gay and Ky remembered seeing them around the club.
Ky was a little anxious at first. She didn’t want to cause any problems or make anyone upset but everyone welcomed her with open arms and she soon felt right at home. So much so that she spent the next two days with them, sleeping during the day and partying all night.
On the second day, Ky called home. Her mother answered the phone and she was furious!
“You didn’t even call me! If you are going to act like that, then move out!” Ky’s mom yelled over the phone.
Ky knew her mom was just blowing off steam but she was tired of having to deal with all the hysterics. She went home while her mother was at work, packed her bags and left. She moved in with the three men who were more than happy to have her as part of their household.
Jonah reminded her of a big teddy bear. He wasn’t buff and muscular but cuddly and warm. He had an olive complexion and his hair was very curly, soft and black as night. Long dark lashes framed his eyes and he wore a neat moustache.
Jonah worked downtown in the business district during the day and usually acted very straight. However, after he’d had a couple of drinks he started to get giggly.
Ky loved it when he got that way and encouraged him. The two of them would check out whatever hunk was nearby, whispering and tittering like two schoolgirls. Ky and Jonah got to be really close friends, and even took to sleeping in the same bed at night.
Meanwhile, Ky’s circle of friends was growing like ripples in a pond. Every one of those ripples was a gay male and she adored them all.
After awhile, Ky and her friends had their evenings down to a ritual. They usually started the night at a downtown bar called The Flame.
The Flame was one of those dark, sleazy looking places. The type of place you might be tempted to cross the street to avoid passing. They were in an old brick building and there was no sign, only a pair of red metal doors.
The inside of the bar wasn’t much better. It had cold gray cement floors, a jukebox and a few old rickety tables and chairs. It was damp and dark except for the far back where overhead lights shone on the two pool tables.
The Flame was popular for one reason and one reason only. Drinks were cheap, double shots for a dollar!
Ky and her friends all drank like fish. They always started their nights here by knocking back a few drinks and playing a little pool before heading out to Apple’s.
Sometimes the pool tables were taken and on those nights Ky and her friends just sat and talked and listened to the jukebox while they drank. They talked about family, life and love. Ky learned many things from her new friends. Some were not so good, like smoking, but other things were wonderful!
Ky and her friends were talking one evening
“What do you mean, you’ve never been kissed?” Jonah inquired of Ky.
Ky answered him shyly, “I mean I’ve given some guy a peck on the cheek but I’ve never like really kissed a guy. I wouldn’t know where to start!”
“Oh Mary! You have led a sheltered life haven’t you?” Ken sympathized.
Ken was from a rather well to do family so he had experienced things that many of them only dreamt about. He was a model with the good looks that went along with that. He had been blessed with dark, wavy hair and deep-set brown eyes with long thick lashes. Ken was rather loud and obviously gay, a fact that gave his businessman father nightmares.
Ky’s friends chattered and laughed. They couldn’t believe that she had never been kissed seeing as how beautiful and popular they thought she was. After a while it was agreed that they should teach her.
“Girl, come here and close your eyes, “ Ken ordered.
Giggling, Ky leaned forward and tentatively closed her eyes not knowing what to expect. She felt Ken placed his lips on hers and open her mouth with his tongue. It was an odd sensation but not altogether unpleasant until he opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue into her mouth as far as he could! Ky’s eyes opened wide in shock and their tongues seemed as if they were trying to spear each other!
Ken sat back and snapped his fingers! “And THAT Is how it’s done!”
Ky looked at the others, a little confused. That was not something she thought she wanted to be doing on a regular basis but she had seen others who looked like they were thoroughly enjoying it!
Jonah cut in, “No! No! You have to be gentler than that!” With that, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ky’s unsuspecting lips. Jonah’s lips were soft and warm. He gently slid his tongue in between Ky’s partly opened mouth, running the tip of it along the back of her lips and teeth.
Ky closed her eyes. Now this was something she could feel herself doing!
Jonah’s tongue started to intertwine with hers, gently, almost as if they were dancing. At one point he softly sucked her tongue into his mouth where they continued their little dance. What a difference from the way Ken kissed! Jonah sat back and smiled.
“Sister! That is how you kiss a guy!” He proclaimed as he slammed his hand on the table.
Jonah giggled and the rest of the group followed him with their laughter.
At some point in the evening the group would decide that they had a good enough buzz and would proceed on to Apple’s. Once there, they continued to drink and dance the night away.
Sometimes after a good dance set, Ky felt it was too hot inside, so she took a break outside to talk or people watch.
Ky’s friends sometimes joined her outside for a chat but at other times, she would strike up a conversation with someone completely new. Every once in a while, Ky even met a guy who said he was bisexual. Some took a liking to her and would hold her hand and flirt with her. Ky even enjoyed kissing a few of them but she loved being free to spend her time with anyone she wanted to and no one interested her enough to give all that up.
Ky and her friends stayed until Apples closed at 4 am. Usually they headed home after that but on occasion they took a detour before arriving there. Some mornings they stopped at a local coffee shop for breakfast but if the guys were particularly horny, they dropped by one of the nearby gay cruising grounds.
There were a few different places around the city that one could get some “action”. They were located at local parks or sports centers or even just a public restroom. All were dark shadowy places, places a quick tryst could take place nearly anonymously.
Ky became a regular sight there while she wandered around waiting for her friends to finish. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw the nearly amorphous shapes of men awaiting lovers they might never know the names of.
Most of the guys were used to seeing her and just ignored her while they finished their business. Occasionally, someone new would be shocked at seeing this woman in their midst and called out a warning to the others.
“Hey there’s a girl here!”
“Where?” Ky would call back, amidst the sounds of laughter.
During her strolls, Ky sometimes made out the couples in toilet or shower stalls. The smoky smell of weed combined with the chemical smell of poppers was always present during these times.
Ky was never afraid walking around these dark places. She had many friends and knew that any of them would drop what they were doing, or whom they were doing, to come to her aid if she needed them. She never stopped to openly stare. She didn’t deny that she would have loved to take a closer look but she respected their privacy, such that it was.
At other times, Ky’s friends took her to the adult bookstores or “peep shows”, as they called them. There was one a few blocks from the club that they frequented due to its close proximity.
The owner was enamored of Ky and always came from around the counter to put his arm around her. He encouraged her to come visit him without her friends any time she wanted but Ky was a little put off by him. He was a much older man with greasy black hair and a scraggly moustache. The way he looked at her made her leery.
Ky wasn’t scared of him but she didn’t trust him either, so never took him up on his offer. She did like to look in the display cases and once watched him reseal candy boxes that he had placed adult videos into so his customers could sneak them back home.
Most of the time, Ky and her friends crammed themselves into a tiny, cramped booth and pumped a few quarters into the machines to watch the videos. Ky’s shoes sometimes stuck to the floor, like stepping in a puddle of maple syrup. She tried hard not to think about what it was she was standing in. Seeing as who her companions were the videos they chose were mostly about gay men. And this was Ky’s introduction to the world of porn.
Life went on pretty much the same until a few months later there came an announcement that Apple’s had a new owner and new management. Nearly overnight the atmosphere there changed and it seemed as if the new proprietors didn’t want to encourage business. People were no longer allowed to sit on the walls outside the club. Bouncers got pickier about who they let in. Sometimes entrance was denied simply because one wouldn’t sleep with the “right” person.
Ky and her friends started to seek out another club to take their business to. It wasn’t long before they found the perfect place and it was only a few blocks away.
The Shack was as different from Apple’s as day is from night. It was airy, bright and cool whereas the other place was dark and hot when it started to fill up. The Shack’s most unique feature was that it was partly outdoors and the tables were all set up under a huge tree. The branches of the tree magically came alive at night with tiny white twinkling lights interwoven in its branches.
The dance floor of The Shack was indoors at the far end of a three-sided building, making it properly dark for the spinning lights to make the proper impact. This also helped to keep the noise level down as the music was played at a near deafening volume inside. The walls of the dance floor were completely covered in mirrors allowing the dancers to watch themselves and others.
As a whole, the new club was less frantic and more laid back. It wasn’t long before Ky and her friends had laid claim to their new home.
Management at The Shack soon noticed the new group. Ky and her friends were there nearly every night and ordered round after round of drinks. The owners realized that this girl seemed to attract a lot of people around her and most of them were gay young men. The bouncers and bartenders soon came to adore Ky and always treated her like family, greeting her with a hug or a kiss on the check when she walked into the club.
Ky’s favorite drink was rum and coke, although she wasn’t adverse to a few bottles of champagne sometimes. Ky soon found that she seldom needed to buy her own drinks as there was almost always someone sending one her way.
Soon Ky was placed on the club’s VIP list. There were many perks that went along with the distinction, like no waiting in line and no cover fees. In addition, she was always one of the first to receive her invitation for the grand and elaborate parties or free tickets to the special events held at the club. Management knew that if Ky came a swarm of others would make sure to be there too.
Ky had finally found a place where she fit in. She was happy that people accepted her for herself and didn’t care where she came from. She, in turn, accepted them as they were and they embraced her with everything they had. For the first time in a long time, Ky was happy.
The first chapter is just a kind of set up for the story. The juicy parts are yet to cum. You've been warned. Here's the first chapter and you have at least a week to get those towels ready for your seat.
CHAPTER ONE - BELONGING
It’s hard, not fitting in, especially during your teenage years. Ky had been born here, where her parents grew up, but raised in another part of the United States. She had never learned the “local lingo” and that, more than anything, had branded her as an outsider.
Like most girls her age, Ky was a little insecure about the way she looked. Looking around her, she noticed that most of the other girls were short, skinny and flat chested. Ky stood next to all of them and although she felt fat, she was actually far from it. Ky had a figure that, she soon found out, would draw men to her. Her hips were curved and her stomach wasn’t hard and flat but had a sensuous roundness to it. Ky’s most prominent feature were her breasts. They were big and beautiful with tiny nipples that turned hard like diamonds when she was excited or cold.
Ky’s facial features showed her Asian blood, with its dark, almond shaped eyes and nearly bridgeless nose. Her round had high cheek bones that framed the twin dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.
But the one physical feature that Ky was most proud of was her hair. It was thick, straight as a board and black as coal. Ky wore it long, very long and regular trims made sure it was just as thick 6 inches from the floor as it was closer to Ky’s head.
Her full first name was actually Kyrene but most people just called her Ky. In her whole life, she had never met or heard of anyone with the same name and that was one of the reasons that she loved it. She liked that it was unusual but not so unusual to be made fun of.
At an early age, Ky found out that she could sing. Not just carry a tune, but that she had a real talent. Her voice was strong, clear and seemed to soar. Even those that were reluctant to be her friend, cheered her on when she took the stage. It was this talent that led her to her best friend, Austin, during her junior year of high school.
Austin was a year younger than Ky and a very talented musician. His voice wasn’t as strong as hers but it was smooth and calming. Ky and Austin spent hours sitting under the starry night sky with their guitars, singing to their heart’s content.
The two spent a lot of time at Austin’s home. His father, Austin Sr., adored Ky and kept hinting that she and Austin should one day get married. Ky adored him, so she just smiled and gave him a big hug. In actuality, she and Austin never thought of each other in that way. They just enjoyed each others company and spent many hours together.
One night, Austin was driving his friends around in his Volkswagen Beetle when Ky decided to join them. There were six of them packed tightly into the tiny red car and they were drinking, beer and rum, and sharing a few joints.
“Hey!” One of Austin’s friends suddenly yelled. “Let’s go to the Green Apple. I heard it’s a cool place!”
“Most of us aren’t 18 yet!” Austin shot out.
“It’s ok, my friend said they don’t card.” The first guy replied.
“Sounds good!” Austin said as he steered the car toward their destination.
Ky had never heard of the Green Apple but she really didn’t know about most of the clubs in town. She had just recently graduated from high school and since she didn’t have many friends, she hadn’t been to many places yet. Since she was the only one in the group who was 18 she didn’t see any problem in going along with them.
By the time the car pulled into the parking lot, Ky was tipsy and more than a little stoned. Usually Ky didn’t like to smoke weed as it made her disoriented and a bit paranoid, but tonight she hadn’t wanted to stick out from the crowd, so she had taken a few hits. It wouldn’t have mattered much either way as the tiny car was filled with so much smoke that when they opened the door to get out, a small cloud preceded the occupants.
The Green Apple was in a cinder block building by itself in the middle of a huge parking lot. The building was mostly painted black with “The Green Apple” airbrushed on the back of the building, which was the side that faced the street. Ky was sure that their group looked like the clown car at the circus as body after body climbed out of it. Just the thought of it made her giggle. Austin heard her and turned around, smiled and grabbed her hand as they made their way to the entrance.
There were people gathered in little groups outside the club and a continuous stream going in and out of the front door. They reminded Ky of a trail of ants and she smiled to herself at the comparison.
It was a weeknight and the place was packed! After paying their admission, the group went inside and took a good look around. Ky let go of Austin’s hand and backed herself up to a wall so she wouldn’t be in anyone’s way, then took a good look around. The music was blaring and Ky felt the bass notes beat against the bottoms of her feet. Lights were flashing and swirling as the mirrored ball on the dance floor reflected bright spots of light against the walls. It was the first time she had been in a disco or any dance club for that matter and the whole effect made Ky dizzy, as if she were in a giant kaleidoscope.
As Ky watched the crowd, she saw that there were far more male bodies than female. As her eyes adjusted she could make out a couple kissing in the corner and she did a double take as she realized that both were men.
Things were becoming clearer to her as she saw that most of the couples on the dance floor were also men, even during the slow dances. Ky started to notice little things like the guys holding hands or leaning against one another like she had seen boyfriends and girlfriends do with each other. Given her inebriated state, she was more than a little confused.
Ky took note of the other women in the club. Some of them looked fairly normal but soon she was aware of some interesting things. Some of the women were very tall and broad shouldered. This in itself wasn’t unusual but when she gave them the once over, she saw that they had huge feet that were barely contained by the straps on the heels they wore.
A couple of the gals passed her and she overheard them talking. Both of their voices were deeper than any Ky had ever heard from a woman. Ky started to question the last hit she took off that joint when she discovered the dark shadows that seemed to shade their chins. This all couldn’t be real could it?
Hearing a commotion near her, Ky’s attention was taken away from the chatting pair. Turning part way around, she saw a young man standing on a high bar table. His long wavy hair was the first thing she noticed, then his toned body that gave the suggestion of him being a dancer. She soon found her assumption was correct, as he started to sway and rotate his hips to the music.
The dancer was dressed in only a black thong and bow tie and his muscles rippled as he danced to the driving beat of the current song.
The crowd was yelling and clapping as his body shimmied and writhed in time with the music.
Ky was mesmerized. Her eyes were glued to this young man, taking in his every gyration.
The song was nearly at its end when without warning he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his bikinis and yanked them down, revealing the package that was concealed beneath them. Thrusting his hips forward, the audience screamed their approval and a sly smile appeared on his face.
Ky was shocked! She had never seen a naked man before and didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or curious, or both! She felt both her face and the room getting hot but didn’t want to leave her place in search of somewhere cooler.
The dancer quickly pulled up his pants; covering himself. Then to a round of applause, lightly jumped off the table and disappeared into the crowd, collecting the dollar bills they waved at him as he passed.
Austin found Ky standing there soon after the performance and they all headed home.
Ky, and Austin, both found the club intriguing and returned quite a few times over the next couple of weeks. As Ky watched her best friend, she was beginning to understand why Austin had never had a girlfriend. He had always been good-looking, sweet and popular but had never expressed interest in any one girl although many had tried.
Ky was happy to see him let loose and enjoy himself, but she also understood that it was a confusing time for him. She knew that he couldn’t bring himself to tell his family. They wouldn’t understand and his father would be heartbroken. Ky didn’t know at that time but in a few months, Austin would tell Ky that he enlisted in the Air Force to decide what he wanted in life.
It wasn’t long before Ky started showing up at the club by herself. She found that weekdays were less crowded, thus giving her room to breath and get to know some of the regulars.
The people Ky ran into were interesting and fun. Even though they were very different than anybody Ky had known all her life, she found that she really enjoyed being with them. Most of all, she sensed that they accepted her as she was which was a completely new thing for her.
One night, Ky was busy partying with one of her new friends, Percy. Percy had dark curly hair, big deep brown eyes and he wore makeup and dressed in girl’s clothing. He was funny and loud and the two of them spent the night drinking, laughing and dancing.
They weren’t ready for the night to end when they heard the announcement for “last call”.
“I know! Just come home with me, sister!” Percy offered.
“Are you sure? What about your roommates? Won’t they be upset?” Ky asked cautiously.
Percy assured her, “Don’t worry about them, they’re all ‘P’!”
Ky looked at Percy questioningly. She still hadn’t picked up much of the gay slang and this term was new to her.
“P! It means it’s cool…pretty…perfect.” Percy translated for her with a wave of his hand. “Let’s just go!”
Percy lived in a one-bedroom apartment with two other guys. Jonah and Juno were also gay and Ky remembered seeing them around the club.
Ky was a little anxious at first. She didn’t want to cause any problems or make anyone upset but everyone welcomed her with open arms and she soon felt right at home. So much so that she spent the next two days with them, sleeping during the day and partying all night.
On the second day, Ky called home. Her mother answered the phone and she was furious!
“You didn’t even call me! If you are going to act like that, then move out!” Ky’s mom yelled over the phone.
Ky knew her mom was just blowing off steam but she was tired of having to deal with all the hysterics. She went home while her mother was at work, packed her bags and left. She moved in with the three men who were more than happy to have her as part of their household.
Jonah reminded her of a big teddy bear. He wasn’t buff and muscular but cuddly and warm. He had an olive complexion and his hair was very curly, soft and black as night. Long dark lashes framed his eyes and he wore a neat moustache.
Jonah worked downtown in the business district during the day and usually acted very straight. However, after he’d had a couple of drinks he started to get giggly.
Ky loved it when he got that way and encouraged him. The two of them would check out whatever hunk was nearby, whispering and tittering like two schoolgirls. Ky and Jonah got to be really close friends, and even took to sleeping in the same bed at night.
Meanwhile, Ky’s circle of friends was growing like ripples in a pond. Every one of those ripples was a gay male and she adored them all.
After awhile, Ky and her friends had their evenings down to a ritual. They usually started the night at a downtown bar called The Flame.
The Flame was one of those dark, sleazy looking places. The type of place you might be tempted to cross the street to avoid passing. They were in an old brick building and there was no sign, only a pair of red metal doors.
The inside of the bar wasn’t much better. It had cold gray cement floors, a jukebox and a few old rickety tables and chairs. It was damp and dark except for the far back where overhead lights shone on the two pool tables.
The Flame was popular for one reason and one reason only. Drinks were cheap, double shots for a dollar!
Ky and her friends all drank like fish. They always started their nights here by knocking back a few drinks and playing a little pool before heading out to Apple’s.
Sometimes the pool tables were taken and on those nights Ky and her friends just sat and talked and listened to the jukebox while they drank. They talked about family, life and love. Ky learned many things from her new friends. Some were not so good, like smoking, but other things were wonderful!
Ky and her friends were talking one evening
“What do you mean, you’ve never been kissed?” Jonah inquired of Ky.
Ky answered him shyly, “I mean I’ve given some guy a peck on the cheek but I’ve never like really kissed a guy. I wouldn’t know where to start!”
“Oh Mary! You have led a sheltered life haven’t you?” Ken sympathized.
Ken was from a rather well to do family so he had experienced things that many of them only dreamt about. He was a model with the good looks that went along with that. He had been blessed with dark, wavy hair and deep-set brown eyes with long thick lashes. Ken was rather loud and obviously gay, a fact that gave his businessman father nightmares.
Ky’s friends chattered and laughed. They couldn’t believe that she had never been kissed seeing as how beautiful and popular they thought she was. After a while it was agreed that they should teach her.
“Girl, come here and close your eyes, “ Ken ordered.
Giggling, Ky leaned forward and tentatively closed her eyes not knowing what to expect. She felt Ken placed his lips on hers and open her mouth with his tongue. It was an odd sensation but not altogether unpleasant until he opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue into her mouth as far as he could! Ky’s eyes opened wide in shock and their tongues seemed as if they were trying to spear each other!
Ken sat back and snapped his fingers! “And THAT Is how it’s done!”
Ky looked at the others, a little confused. That was not something she thought she wanted to be doing on a regular basis but she had seen others who looked like they were thoroughly enjoying it!
Jonah cut in, “No! No! You have to be gentler than that!” With that, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ky’s unsuspecting lips. Jonah’s lips were soft and warm. He gently slid his tongue in between Ky’s partly opened mouth, running the tip of it along the back of her lips and teeth.
Ky closed her eyes. Now this was something she could feel herself doing!
Jonah’s tongue started to intertwine with hers, gently, almost as if they were dancing. At one point he softly sucked her tongue into his mouth where they continued their little dance. What a difference from the way Ken kissed! Jonah sat back and smiled.
“Sister! That is how you kiss a guy!” He proclaimed as he slammed his hand on the table.
Jonah giggled and the rest of the group followed him with their laughter.
At some point in the evening the group would decide that they had a good enough buzz and would proceed on to Apple’s. Once there, they continued to drink and dance the night away.
Sometimes after a good dance set, Ky felt it was too hot inside, so she took a break outside to talk or people watch.
Ky’s friends sometimes joined her outside for a chat but at other times, she would strike up a conversation with someone completely new. Every once in a while, Ky even met a guy who said he was bisexual. Some took a liking to her and would hold her hand and flirt with her. Ky even enjoyed kissing a few of them but she loved being free to spend her time with anyone she wanted to and no one interested her enough to give all that up.
Ky and her friends stayed until Apples closed at 4 am. Usually they headed home after that but on occasion they took a detour before arriving there. Some mornings they stopped at a local coffee shop for breakfast but if the guys were particularly horny, they dropped by one of the nearby gay cruising grounds.
There were a few different places around the city that one could get some “action”. They were located at local parks or sports centers or even just a public restroom. All were dark shadowy places, places a quick tryst could take place nearly anonymously.
Ky became a regular sight there while she wandered around waiting for her friends to finish. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw the nearly amorphous shapes of men awaiting lovers they might never know the names of.
Most of the guys were used to seeing her and just ignored her while they finished their business. Occasionally, someone new would be shocked at seeing this woman in their midst and called out a warning to the others.
“Hey there’s a girl here!”
“Where?” Ky would call back, amidst the sounds of laughter.
During her strolls, Ky sometimes made out the couples in toilet or shower stalls. The smoky smell of weed combined with the chemical smell of poppers was always present during these times.
Ky was never afraid walking around these dark places. She had many friends and knew that any of them would drop what they were doing, or whom they were doing, to come to her aid if she needed them. She never stopped to openly stare. She didn’t deny that she would have loved to take a closer look but she respected their privacy, such that it was.
At other times, Ky’s friends took her to the adult bookstores or “peep shows”, as they called them. There was one a few blocks from the club that they frequented due to its close proximity.
The owner was enamored of Ky and always came from around the counter to put his arm around her. He encouraged her to come visit him without her friends any time she wanted but Ky was a little put off by him. He was a much older man with greasy black hair and a scraggly moustache. The way he looked at her made her leery.
Ky wasn’t scared of him but she didn’t trust him either, so never took him up on his offer. She did like to look in the display cases and once watched him reseal candy boxes that he had placed adult videos into so his customers could sneak them back home.
Most of the time, Ky and her friends crammed themselves into a tiny, cramped booth and pumped a few quarters into the machines to watch the videos. Ky’s shoes sometimes stuck to the floor, like stepping in a puddle of maple syrup. She tried hard not to think about what it was she was standing in. Seeing as who her companions were the videos they chose were mostly about gay men. And this was Ky’s introduction to the world of porn.
Life went on pretty much the same until a few months later there came an announcement that Apple’s had a new owner and new management. Nearly overnight the atmosphere there changed and it seemed as if the new proprietors didn’t want to encourage business. People were no longer allowed to sit on the walls outside the club. Bouncers got pickier about who they let in. Sometimes entrance was denied simply because one wouldn’t sleep with the “right” person.
Ky and her friends started to seek out another club to take their business to. It wasn’t long before they found the perfect place and it was only a few blocks away.
The Shack was as different from Apple’s as day is from night. It was airy, bright and cool whereas the other place was dark and hot when it started to fill up. The Shack’s most unique feature was that it was partly outdoors and the tables were all set up under a huge tree. The branches of the tree magically came alive at night with tiny white twinkling lights interwoven in its branches.
The dance floor of The Shack was indoors at the far end of a three-sided building, making it properly dark for the spinning lights to make the proper impact. This also helped to keep the noise level down as the music was played at a near deafening volume inside. The walls of the dance floor were completely covered in mirrors allowing the dancers to watch themselves and others.
As a whole, the new club was less frantic and more laid back. It wasn’t long before Ky and her friends had laid claim to their new home.
Management at The Shack soon noticed the new group. Ky and her friends were there nearly every night and ordered round after round of drinks. The owners realized that this girl seemed to attract a lot of people around her and most of them were gay young men. The bouncers and bartenders soon came to adore Ky and always treated her like family, greeting her with a hug or a kiss on the check when she walked into the club.
Ky’s favorite drink was rum and coke, although she wasn’t adverse to a few bottles of champagne sometimes. Ky soon found that she seldom needed to buy her own drinks as there was almost always someone sending one her way.
Soon Ky was placed on the club’s VIP list. There were many perks that went along with the distinction, like no waiting in line and no cover fees. In addition, she was always one of the first to receive her invitation for the grand and elaborate parties or free tickets to the special events held at the club. Management knew that if Ky came a swarm of others would make sure to be there too.
Ky had finally found a place where she fit in. She was happy that people accepted her for herself and didn’t care where she came from. She, in turn, accepted them as they were and they embraced her with everything they had. For the first time in a long time, Ky was happy.
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