After dinner we all decided that we would explore the shopping center and maybe check out some of the drag queen clubs. Hey, it wasn’t my idea, but I’m up to spontaneity and going to a drag queen club is pretty spontaneous for me. During dinner, my friend Tamika talked about checking out the place called The Green Door, but she had said it more as a joke than an actual plan. According to her it was a place where singles met up and did whatever single consenting adults do when they want to do it in privacy and secrecy.

We walked to a store called The Rack. The Rack is a small bondage and leather store that has a small theater in back. I have to admit that I've been there before to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which is shown every other Saturday at midnight. I don't know if they show other movies or what type of movies they show and maybe I don‘t want to know either. As we walked in the store we were greeted by an older flaming gay stereotypical man who must have thought we were all closed minded prudes who lived sheltered lives.

He thought it was funny that six grown people walked in the store and had no idea what some of the many gadgets and gizmos were or were used for. The first thing he showed us were cock rings. He showed us various types of cock rings that came in all sizes. Without actually demonstrating the proper procedure, he tried to explain how to put one on. According to him, they are much more difficult to put on then one would think. I would take his word on that - no need for a demonstration. I didn’t learn how to put on a cock ring, but I did find out that when metal cock rings hit each other they make a beautiful chiming sound that for some reason reminded me of the chimes from an old Catholic church I used to go to as a kid.

I found a nice riding stick with long leather straps at the end of it. I had to try that out. I asked one of my friends to hit me with it to see what it felt like. She did and all I can say is that it stings just right when you get hit with it - I made a mental note to go back later and pick it up, you never know when Michelle Rodriquez will come knocking on your door. There were all sorts of things in the store many of which would make a grown person blush, some of the things were pretty outrageous. There were things that vibrated, things you strapped on, things you would swing on, things that would stick to the wall, and things that would hold you down while your partner beat you. A good thing that came out of this is that I saw a couple of things that I put on the list of things I'm going to buy for friends at Christmas time. Whether they admit it or not, I think all my friends have a little freakiness inside them.
 
As we were looking around I saw bags of little silver balls all strung together with a ring at the end. I picked one up and asked the guy at the counter what they were. They sort of looked like little wind chimes, except none of the metal balls touched so they didn't make a sound.

The old man at the counter said, "Oh darlin' those are anal stimulators." I don't know if I was more surprised by the fact that he called me 'darlin' or that I was holding something that was used to stimulate an anus. "You take them and stick them one by one in your…" I think he saw the horrified look on my face, so he stopped in mid sentence. He smiled this wicked smile, leaned forward until his face was just inches away from mine and then whispered, "You stick 'em in your ass darlin'" I pulled away from him. He probably thought I was repulsed by the fact that someone put those little balls in their ass, but the fact was that I was more repulsed by his breath that smelled of old cigarettes and stale coffee. "You push the first one in…"

He didn't have to say more. I dropped the anal stimulators as soon as he said that and instantly began to wipe my hand on my pants. I'm not a prude and I don't care what other people do in their own homes and I know they were new but the thought of holding something that someone else was going to stick up their ass was just a little too strange for me.

After spending about an hour in the store we walked out and made our way around the shopping center. We were passing a wooden door when a small guy came out and almost ran into us. My friend Tamika asked him what was behind the door he had come out of. He looked at us, his gaze lingering on my friend Chris, "It's a gay bar." My friend Chris is one of those pretty boy metro sexual guys that take three hours to get ready to go anywhere. All the women, no matter how old or young seem to love Chris - apparently, so do some men. "You should go in, they'll love you." The little guy kept eyeing Chris, who was unaware that he was being stripped naked in the little man's mind. "I'm telling you guys really should go in," the little man said, not taking his eyes off my friend Chris, "they'll love you in there, and the bartender is a really good guy."

One thing I noticed about the little guy was that he kept reaching in his pants behind his back. I can't say for sure, but the only thing I could think of was he was pulling on the ring at the end of a strand of anal stimulators. I looked away, not wanting that imaged burned into my mind.
Tamika turned to our group and asked who wanted to go in and check it out. Most of us raised our hands like little kids in a classroom. The majority won, so we went in. The bar was just like any other dimly lit bar you would walk into, nothing like the gay bars you see in the movies where the shirtless bar tender is serving drinks to bunch of shirtless guys gyrating to the 80's song "It's raining men" The only thing out of the ordinary were all the of athletic men on the wall, many of which were shirtless and all the Tim McGraw memorabilia all over the place.

Cher's Greatest Hits CD was on continuous play and without any real reason I found the lyrics playing in my head, “Do you believe in life after love. I can feel something inside me say I really don’t think you’re strong enough“ Suddenly, I realized I was actually singing the words outloud. I stopped and my eyes quickly darted back and forth to make sure no one had seen or heard me singing. My friend Debi was just looking at me as if I had just grown an extra nose in the middle of my forehead. I looked back at her and said, “That wasn’t me singing. It was someone that sounded like me.”

“Yeah, right.” she said. “I won’t say anything to anyone about this. I can use this against you later.”

I was ok with that.

We sat at the bar where most of my friends ordered beer while me and two of the girls in our group ordered Cokes. The bartender told us that the Cokes were on the house. I thought that was really nice of him, in a totally non gay way.

I looked around the bar and noticed that it was full of guys sitting with each other. Aside from the three women in our group there was only one other female in the place and she looked to be about ninety years old. "She must be the fag hag." My friend Debi said as if reading my mind.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, she's like the queen bee surrounded by all the other queens." Debi laughed thinking her joke was funnier than it actually was.

We sat at the bar drinking our drinks when Chris and my other friend David decided to play pool. The pool table was located behind the bar stools where we sat, so all we had to do was turn in our seats to watch them play. Chris is a pretty amazing guy in that not only is he one of those pretty boys that all the women and little guys with anal stimulators like, but he's pretty good at things like paintball and pool. He beat David pretty quickly and then Tamika stepped up to challenge him. Tamika was surprisingly good at pool as well, but not good enough. She was added to the list of pool players destroyed by Chris. I didn't even try to play because I know I suck at it and didn't want to embarrass myself.

There is some dispute about what happened that night and you‘ll get different stories if you ask the different people who were there, but this is my blog so you’re going to get my version of what happened; sometime during one of the games, Chris leaned over to get a shot when a one of the guys who was sitting with his friend reached over and grabbed his ass. According to Chris the guy was just talking and was moving his arms when he accidentally hit him on the ass. From where I was sitting it looked like the guy may have been joking around with his friends, maybe talking about how hot he thought Chris was and then he jokingly reached out as if he were going to grab his ass when Chris backed up into the guy's hand - I wonder if the guy’s inner child was dancing and singing, "Back that ass up…Call me big daddy when you back that ass up…" Unless you're playing a team sport, I think that a pat on the ass from another guy shouldn't last more than 1.5 seconds before it's considered a grope. From where I was sitting this was a grope. I have Debi who will back me up on this.

After the game, Chris sat next to me at the bar and would not admit that another guy had gotten a handful of ass. I said, "Dude that guy just groped you."

"Shut up!" Chris was in denial. "He didn't grope me or grab my ass. He was talking and accidentally hit me with his hand."

"Dude, it's ok, just 'cause some guy thinks you're hot doesn't mean you're gay. Hey, I‘m not going to ask and you don‘t have to tell."

"Yeah" Chris finally admitted, "I can't help it if I’m so good-looking that girls like me and guys like me too." You got to love his modesty.

As we're sitting there the little guy with the anal stimulators comes in and walks up to the bar, standing beside me. He's talking to another guy who's a good foot taller than him. I think they're having some sort of lover's spat because all of a sudden I feel the little guy's elbow accidentally hit me in the back. I look over to him and notice that as the taller guy reaches for the small guy's hand the small guy pulls his hand away and ends up hitting me again. I move a little closer to my friend Chris. It's not even a minute later when I feel the small guy's elbow in my back again, so I move just a little bit closer to Chris.
 
"Dude, that guy keeps elbowing me in the back." I say to Chris moving even closer still. My friend Tamika starts laughing because she claims that my face has gone ghostly white and I have this scared look in my eyes. At this pint the little guy elbows me once again and I move as close to Chris as I could.

"You want to share the chair?" Chris asks as I move just a little bit closer.

I look down and notice that my legs are straddling his, any closer and we'd have our knees in each other's crotch and that would be even worse than being groped while playing pool.

Chris rolls his eyes and gets up to play another round of pool.

At that point the elbow in the back stops and the little guy storms out of the bar. I look over to where he was standing and the taller guy looks at me and sort of shrugs his shoulders. The bartender brings the guy a drink and I overhear the taller guy say, "He was kinda cute, a little weird, but kinda cute." The taller guy then glanced to where my friend Chris was standing. It almost sounded to me as if he whispered, “mmmm…sukie, sukie”  I look at Chris and he's unaware that he was being stripped naked in the tall man's mind.

I finish my Coke and wonder just how many guys were making Chris the object of their late night fantasies without Chris knowing it.