Out Playing Pool

Steve and I took Tommy to a gay bar last night. His first.

He was really keen, excited even. As we walked down there, his only moment of doubt was a few feet from the door. "What if I see someone I know?"

"Well, Tom, chances are they'll be gay too."

"That's the exciting bit," said Steve. "You may not feel it right about now, but trust me."



He kind off clung close to me and Steve, as we headed through the door, but when we got in there his eyes were like boiled lollies out on sticks.

"Wow!" He was looking around constantly.

"Let's get a drink."

He was right behind Steve and I at the bar. Tommy was looking back at the pool tables and the men.

Steve and I looked at each other and smiled. It was kind of cool, a gay boy initiation. We could say we were there the first time.

I handed him a beer. "So, all these guys are..."

"Yep," I said.

"Gay," said Steve. "It's alright Tommy, you can say it here."

Steve and I moved away from the bar.

"Hey," said Tommy. "Don't go and leave me, will you?"

Steve and I smiled again. We both assured him we wouldn't. I'm not, really, sure where he thought we were going to go.

We got a pool table and played pool. I'm pretty good, so is Tommy. Steve fancies himself as a bit of a shark and gets pretty competitive.

I won, Steve won, Tommy won. We were all determined to win and we all did.



"Do you want to go upstairs and have a look where they're having sex?"

"What?" Tommy sounded confused. "What do you mean?"

"It's a fuck club upstairs."

"A what?"

"A place where guys have sex."

"How? What?"

"Corridors where you meet other guys and little rooms where you fuck them."

If I thought his eyes were big before, it was nothing to what I was now looking at.

"No." He shook his head. "I don't think so."



I won more games, with Steve vowing rematches. Tommy won too. He glowed.

Tommy got a bit drunk towards the end and kissed Steve and told him he was beautiful, in a bashful kind of way. It made my heart melt, I have to say.

We walked home hand in hand, without ever going upstairs, not even for a look.

“Wow, I should have gone upstairs when I had the chance.”

“We would have held you hand.”

“So, you mean they really do…”

“Yep.”

“Yep.”