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, basically just wandering around, occasionally kicking people in jeans or dress shoes out to change into workout clothes. Overall it was a pretty chill gig, and I could ogle the hot guys in the gym to my heart’s content. I had zero complaints.
Nathan also worked part-time there, 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 looked out for me like a real bro, giving me plenty of advice on course selection and such. We became good friends.
That day I was spacing out watching a hot guy at the gym when he suddenly tapped my shoulder from behind and asked.
“Club? Don’t you need to be 21 to get in? I just turned 19.”
“That’s no problem, I’ve got a way. You in or what?” He winked at me with a mischievous grin.
Maybe he even knew the bouncers and could actually get me in? I thought about it and agreed. I’d heard plenty of club stories and had been dying to see it for myself. I figured I’d have to wait until my 21st birthday, but tonight it looked like my wish might come true.
That evening at home I got fully prepped, imagining how wild the night would be, while picking out my outfit: a red butt-floss thong, a pair of jeans, and a tight tank top.
Soon Nathan texted that he was downstairs. I threw on a jacket, grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed out.
The moment I got in the car he handed me an ID. “Here, use this to get in. Just act natural.” I looked down—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 to borrow it. It’s a real one, so don’t act all sketchy and get it confiscated, or he’ll kill me.”
“Will this work? I don’t look that much like him.”
“Close enough. Same height and hair color. It’ll be dark in there, they won’t look 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. Tonight we’d just play it by ear.
He quickly got us on the highway and into downtown San Francisco. The school wasn’t far, but I’d only been there a few times—mainly because I didn’t have a car and American public transit was still stuck in the ’80s. Parking downtown was always a nightmare. We circled several blocks before finally finding a spot. The whole time I kept rubbing his crotch with one hand. He clearly enjoyed the teasing; his cock was already rock hard in his pants.
The second he parked he turned to me with a smirk. “Fuck, you little slut, couldn’t wait? Come suck me.” He pulled his big dick out through his fly and pushed my head down. I opened my mouth obediently and took him in, bobbing up and down.
After a while he tapped the back of my head and whispered, “Get up, someone’s coming!” I 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.
“Club’s two blocks away, not far.” He led the way.
This part of San Francisco had plenty of clubs and bars, still lively with people. As we walked he explained, “They’ll check ID at the door. Remember what I said—stay calm and you’ll be fine. Once you’re inside you won’t need ID again; you can buy drinks no problem. There’s a coat check too, just tip a buck or two.”
I listened while looking around. Once we entered Castro (San Francisco’s gayborhood), the vibe turned unmistakably gay.
People in all kinds of outfits passed by in groups. Plenty of good-looking guys.