Bruno felt he owed Freddy for pulling him out a bad situation awhile back. So when his introverted friend asks Bruno to break the ice for him with the sexy guitar playing paramedic in a bar one night, he doesn’t hesitate.
But when Bruno sees Holden, he is as infatuated with him as Freddy is. Can he keep in sight that Freddy saw him first, or will a late night trip back to the hot medic’s condo throw all his good intentions to the wind.
“I don’t know, Bruno,” Freddy looked sceptical even as we walked in. “I’ve heard some strange stories from guys who’ve been here.”
“Live a little,” I said, already casting my greedy gaze on some really hot guys at the bar. I was twenty years old. I wanted to party and party hard. I’d gotten over all the angst and questions about my masculinity and my sexuality. I was all man, and I wanted cock. It was that simple. Freddy was far more cautious, but he was easy enough to persuade, especially since he didn’t want me going there alone. The Blender was an underground bar. It was by invitation only. Finally I had found someone who had an in, and I got that invite. I would have gone there that night, with or without Freddy. He knew that. And that’s why he was there with me.
Of course I had no idea what went on in the various rooms. It was more like the baths than a bar, except that there was a live band playing heavy metal in the middle of the room, and naked men performing live sex acts on another stage. A huge bar lined the far wall, serving only cognac and cocaine. It was wild.
I couldn’t have cared less about either the cognac or the coke. I wanted hot, uncomplicated sex. I wanted to experience everything.
Freddy and I were both over stimulated in ten minutes. I walked up to the bar and ordered coffee without the booze, and waved away the coke. Freddy didn’t bother drinking anything. He was already on the dance floor with some hot, sweaty blond who was half-dressed and looked ready for action. I was glad he was getting into it.
I smiled, decided Freddy was no longer a determent to me getting what I wanted, and wandered through the crowded, hot corridors with my paper coffee cup. It was hot in there. The temperature must have been over thirty degrees. Most men carried their shirts in their hands, revealing their sweaty, well-muscled torsos. It was quite a parade with everyone checking everyone else out. I was hit on at least five times by the time I poked my head into one of the intriguing rooms. I loved it!
I’d had no idea my coffee was spiked. I’m still not sure with what, or who did it. All I know is that everything started to spin suddenly, and I was extremely horny. I would have jumped just about anyone. When I got pulled into one of the rooms, I realised that somewhere along the way I’d lost my clothes. I was completely naked, and someone was cooing something in my ear. I was stroked to erection, and my eyes closed. I was being carried away. Heaven. Paradise. Gone.
