Chapter 10: Go Go Boy
“Hey, bro! Got plans tonight? Wanna hit the club with me?”
Nathan and I hadn’t known each other for long, but we were getting closer. On his recommendation, I took a part-time job at the school gym, mostly just wandering around, occasionally kicking people in jeans or dress shoes out to change into workout gear. Overall it was a pretty chill gig, and I could ogle the cute guys in the gym to my heart’s content. I had zero complaints.
Nathan also worked there part-time, but as a senior he was usually busy, so we didn’t run into each other often. Still, whenever we were scheduled for the same shift, we’d naturally find chances to sneak off to the bathroom for a quick fuck.
He was a real bro and always looked out for me, giving me plenty of advice on course selection and such. We naturally became good friends.
That day I was spacing out watching a hot guy in the gym when he suddenly tapped my shoulder from behind and asked.
“The club? Don’t you need to be 21 to get in? I just turned 19.”
“That’s no problem. I’ve got ways. So, you wanna go or not?” He winked at me with a mischievous grin.
Maybe he even knew the bouncers and could get me in? I thought it over and agreed. I’d heard plenty of club stories and had been dying to see it for myself. I thought I’d have to wait until my 21st birthday, but tonight it looked like that wish might come true.
That evening at home I got fully prepared, imagining how wild the night would be, while picking out my outfit: a red cheeky thong, a pair of jeans, and a tight tank top.
Soon Nathan texted that he was downstairs. I quickly threw on a jacket, grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed out.
The moment I got in the car he handed me an ID and said, “Here, use this to get in. Act natural.” I looked down and saw it belonged to a 22-year-old Asian guy who looked somewhat like me. Seeing my confused expression, he explained, “It’s my buddy’s ID. I had to beg him for it. It’s a real one, so don’t act sketchy and get it confiscated, or he’ll kill me.”
“Will this work? I don’t look that much like him.”
“Close enough. Height and hair color are similar, and it’s dark in there anyway—they won’t check too closely. To those idiots all Asians look the same. Just stare straight at the bouncer when he checks it. Trust me!”
Half-convinced, I pocketed the ID. I’d just have to play it by ear tonight.
He quickly got us on the highway and into downtown San Francisco. The school wasn’t far from the city, but I’d only been there a few times, mostly because I didn’t have a car and American public transit was still basically stuck in the ’80s. Parking downtown was always a nightmare. We circled several blocks before finally finding a spot. During that time I wasn’t idle—I kept rubbing his crotch with one hand. He clearly enjoyed the teasing; the bulge in his pants had been hard for a while.
The second he parked he turned to me with a grin. “Fuck, you little slut can’t wait already? Come suck me off.” He pulled his big cock out through the zipper and pushed my head down. I obediently opened my mouth and took him in, bobbing up and down.
Before long he tapped the back of my head and whispered, “Get up, someone’s coming!” I quickly lifted my head just in time to see a group of guys and girls walk past my window. Luckily they came from behind the car, so they probably missed the show.
We straightened ourselves up and got out of the car.
“The club’s only two blocks away, not far.” He led me forward while talking.
This part of San Francisco had plenty of clubs and bars and was still pretty lively. As we walked Nathan explained, “There’ll be someone checking IDs at the door. Remember what I said—act natural, don’t get nervous, you’ll be fine. Once you’re inside you won’t need ID anymore; you can buy drinks directly. There’s also a coat check—usually just a buck or two tip.”
I listened while looking around. The moment we entered Castro (San Francisco’s gayborhood), the air turned unmistakably gay.
People in all kinds of outfits brushed past in groups; there were definitely a lot of good-looking guys.
“This is it! Looks like it’s already crowded tonight.” Nathan’s voice pulled me out of my daze. There was a line of about ten people. A bouncer stood at the door collecting cover and checking IDs. It wasn’t long before it was our turn. Nathan let me go first. I took a deep breath and tried to act natural as I handed my ID to the big, burly bouncer. My instinct was to look away, but remembering Nathan’s words, I forced myself to meet his eyes calmly.
He compared the ID to my face a couple times, then stamped my wrist and waved me through.
I let out a silent sigh of relief, took a few quick steps forward, and leaned against the wall to wait for Nathan.
“See? I told you it’d be fine!” He took the ID back from me while speaking.
After checking our jackets we headed inside. The club was dimly lit; the red lighting gave everything a sexual vibe.
I looked around like a kid in a candy store until Nathan pulled me to the bar. He ordered us each a cocktail, then turned to me. “First round’s on me. Have fun tonight!” I took the glass, sipped through the straw, and quietly took in the scene.
The bartender was a sexy young guy, shirtless, with a towel tucked into his tight jeans. The waistband of his underwear peeked out, making anyone who glanced want to see more.
That’s when I remembered my own outfit. I was only wearing a tight tank top that showed off my body, and it didn’t cover my lower back. Reaching back, I could feel the thong waistband sticking out of my jeans. I realized people around me could probably see the outline of my underwear.
Strangely, that thought felt good—like a kind of belonging confidence.
I hadn’t been looking long when my eyes were drawn to a dancer on a small platform: at least 180 cm tall, ripped muscles, a red leather harness accentuating his pecs, tattoos scattered across his body that made him look even sexier, white briefs stuffed with cash, a huge package swinging as he danced, and black boots with black-and-red long socks.
I stared at the man moving his sexy body to the lights and music. Every now and then he’d squat so people beside him could grope him. I’d never seen anything like it and was completely mesmerized. If Greek gods existed, they probably looked like him. Before I knew it I’d pushed through the crowd to stand right in front of him, swaying my body lightly to the music while checking out his hot physique.
He must have noticed my obvious staring and kept shooting me heated looks. The way his lips curved up made me feel tonight might be about more than just dancing.
Suddenly he crooked a finger at me, as if inviting me onto the platform to dance with him.
My dancing skills were average at best. Normally I’d never be bold enough to dance like that in front of so many people.
But this man had some kind of power over me. I couldn’t help wanting to impress him at any cost. Before my brain could react, my legs were already moving. He reached out, pulled me onto his stage, and kept dancing with his hands on my waist.
The platform wasn’t big; there was almost no space between us. His bulge pressed tightly against my ass. Under the influence of alcohol and hormones I grew bolder, grinding my ass harder against his crotch. I could feel his cock starting to harden. He reached out, yanked my tank top off, and tucked it into the thong waistband sticking out of my jeans. Then he grabbed my waist again and kept rubbing against my ass from behind.
Half-naked, I was now dirty dancing with a go-go boy in front of everyone. Beyoncé’s old song blasted in the background. I started to lose myself, fantasizing about that big cock pounding into me. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck him right there.
Just when I was getting into it he slapped my ass and whispered in my ear, “I’m off soon. Wait for me at the bar.” It wasn’t a request.
I understood. Though I really didn’t want to stop, I pulled away and left the dance floor. I hadn’t gone far when I ran into Nathan, who was grinding against a Latino guy in revealing clothes. It looked more like foreplay than dancing—they were one step away from pulling their cocks out and sucking right there.
Plenty of other couples around were just as into it; no one was shocked.
I danced alone nearby, enjoying the music and lights, and finished my drink. Nathan came over with an arm around the Latino guy’s shoulders and shouted, “Fuck, bro, that performance earlier was so fucking hot! You should think about becoming a go-go boy!”
“Haha, I don’t have what it takes.”
“Your body’s already great, you just need the right gear,” the Latino guy chimed in.
He was shirtless, wearing black mesh shorts that barely covered his crotch. His underwear was visible through the mesh—either a tiny thong or a cheeky pair.
“You don’t know Adam here was drooling over you the whole time,” Nathan teased, pointing at the guy. So his name was Adam.
Adam stepped forward, grabbed my jeans waistband, and pulled me toward him seductively. “Stop standing there. Come play with us…”
I danced with the two of them for a while. Adam kept slipping his hand into my underwear to grope my cock. Looking at this forward cutie, then at Nathan, it seemed like Nathan was going to be busy tonight. While we were grinding together I caught sight of the dancer stepping off the stage and heading toward the back of the club.
Looked like his shift was over.
“I’m heading out first. Nathan, don’t wait for me—I’ll figure out how to get back. You two have fun XD.” I grabbed a handful of each of their asses, squeezed hard, then left the dance floor and headed for the bar.
Leaning against the bar, I wondered what I was doing. My first time at a club and I’d already taken my shirt off and dirty-danced with a stranger in front of everyone. Now I was waiting to go home with him for a night of sex.
For a moment my rational side tried to speak up, questioning my choice. I didn’t even know this guy’s name, had no real idea what would happen tonight. He was much bigger than me—if something went wrong I probably couldn’t fight back. Plus I was already a little buzzed from the alcohol.
Annoyed by that nagging rationality, or maybe just remembering how sexy he looked, I ordered a straight whiskey from the bartender and downed it in a few gulps, hoping the strong liquor would drown out my last bit of sense.
While I was zoning out to the loud music and voices, that familiar figure appeared beside me again.
“Ethan.” He gave me a bear hug as he spoke. In his warm embrace, my last shred of reason finally disappeared.
His face was angular, with a bit of stubble on his chin that added to his masculine appeal.
He’d already changed out of the leather harness into a fitted white T-shirt and straight jeans, paired with his black boots—very manly. I couldn’t stop wondering if he was still wearing those sexy black long socks and the almost-transparent white briefs soaked with sweat. He looked to be in his early twenties but had a mature charm—not the weathered kind that comes with age, but the quiet confidence of someone experienced. Next to him I felt like a newborn baby who knew nothing.
That only made me want his approval even more. Young as I was, I thought the go-go boys dancing here were the ultimate gods in the gay scene, and I was just an ugly duckling lucky enough to be picked by him. I was determined to make a good impression at any cost.
“Sean.” I smiled and answered calmly.
“My place isn’t far. Wanna come over?”
“Sure,” I replied lightly, suppressing my excitement.
We left the club and walked toward his place.
Late-night Castro showed no signs of cooling down, but the pedestrians had an extra layer of eroticism. Everyone seemed to be sizing up potential prey, hoping for an all-night feast. His place really was close—we only walked about three blocks behind Castro before arriving.
His apartment was small; there was no clear boundary between “living room” and “bedroom.” From the sofa to the huge king bed was only two steps. Living in San Francisco meant endless nightlife, but the price was high rent. I had no doubt this tiny apartment cost way more than my spacious master bedroom back home.
After entering he sat straight on the sofa, took off his boots to reveal big feet in black socks, then stripped off his shirt and jeans, leaving only the white briefs and those sexy black long socks I’d seen earlier.
I stared at the stud in front of me, swallowing hard.
“Sit wherever,” he suddenly turned and looked at me, gesturing for me to sit on the sofa. I snapped out of it and quickly sat beside him. The heat radiating from his naked body hit me in waves, making me even dizzier.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” He looked at me and smiled helplessly. Tonight I was acting like a virgin, only moving when he pushed. I quickly stripped down to just my underwear and socks like him.
“You smoke this?” He held up a glass pipe and asked.
I remembered the big cock I’d seen in the bathroom and the pipe under the pillow—looked like this was the T Sam had mentioned. My brain tried to form the word “no,” but my body nodded first.
“Good.” He smiled, brought the pipe to his lips, lit a lighter, and slowly heated it from a short distance with a pure blue flame. A white cloud of smoke began to gather inside the pipe.
When the white smoke was thick enough to no longer be transparent, he took a deep hit, pulling all the smoke into his lungs.
After a long breath he finally exhaled the white smoke.
The room instantly filled with swirling smoke carrying a faint, indescribable sweet scent.
He handed the pipe to me, apparently wanting me to try. I took it in a daze, grabbed the lighter from the table, and heated the pipe the way he did. The crystals inside began melting at a visible speed.
He interrupted me. “Don’t put the flame too close or it’ll burn.” He took the pipe from my hand. “Let me show you. Watch. Inhale hard when I tell you.” He leaned in, holding the pipe and lighter, melting the crystals for me. White smoke gathered again. I stared blankly at the swirling smoke, feeling the heat from the man beside me, until he finally said, “Inhale now.”
I quickly sucked all the white smoke into my lungs. “Keep going, don’t stop.”
With his encouragement I took another deep hit before finally stopping. He took the pipe back and inhaled the remaining smoke himself.
I could almost immediately feel the change in my body—a completely different sensation from rush. My heartbeat, which hadn’t slowed since I walked in, seemed to pause. My mind started to empty. I felt completely relaxed, as if all worldly anxiety had left me. Everything around me felt distant, leaving only myself and the two naked, heat-radiating bodies beside me.
He let me take two more hits, then while smoking himself asked, “First time?”
I nodded, thought for a moment, then added, “But I’ve smoked weed with friends before.”
“Hah, that’s nothing compared to this. T lets you let go of everything and truly enjoy raw sex with your whole heart.”
I nodded without speaking. My thoughts were already starting to drift.
“You look young. How old are you?”
“22.” I remembered the age on the ID Nathan gave me.
He looked at me for a moment, then smiled. “So what year were you born?”
The sudden question made me freeze. Normally simple math like that would be easy, but right now my brain was blank.
“Hah, I knew it. Another kid using a fake ID to get into bars. How old are you really?”
“19.” I finally gave up and told the truth.
“As long as you’re over 18 it’s fine.” He said it casually and took another hit from the pipe.
I’d already taken several hits under his encouragement. The effects of T were kicking in. I felt hot all over and desperately wanted his touch.
When I instinctively reached down to stroke myself like usual, I found my cock was still soft and even smaller than usual when flaccid.
Seeing my confused expression, Ethan laughed. “Looks like you’ve got a limp dick. Doesn’t matter though—you won’t be needing it tonight anyway.” He grabbed the big bulge in his briefs and raised his eyebrows at me teasingly.
That cock, which had been teasing me all night inside those briefs, was now right in front of me. All the desire I’d built up came rushing back.
Maybe it was the tattooed naked man in front of me, or maybe the T, but suddenly my hole felt empty. I couldn’t stop imagining what his cock would feel like inside me.