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Joey’s First Time

Joey's First TimeResplendence Publishing
ISBN eBook: 978-1-60735-843-5
Genre: Contemporary; M/M
Book Length: Short Story
Release Date: January 7, 2015

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Living in the small town of Lymon, Oklahoma doesn’t afford twenty-four year old Joey much of a sex life. Actually, it affords him no sex life. He decides to change his virginal status with a trip to Tulsa, and Club Maverick sounds like just the kind of place he’s been looking for. Stepping into the place, his eyes zero in on the tall bartender. Oh yeah, this was definitely the place to sow some wild oats.

**Publisher’s Note: This is a revised and updated version of a previously released title.


Note for Readers: You must be over eighteen to read this excerpt.

Eyeing himself critically in the mirror, Joey adjusted the fit of his new low-rise jeans. Who was he trying to kid? He couldn’t pull off this look. He was a short, skinny, twenty-four-year old closeted head case.

Yeah, he’d driven over a hundred miles to Tulsa just to go to Club Maverick, but was he ready? Taking a deep breath, he put his room key, money and ID in his small vest pocket.

With one last look, Joey smiled as the small gold hoop in his right nipple caught the overhead bathroom light. He’d originally planned on getting them both pierced, but the first one had hurt so much he’d backed out of the second one. “If people back home could see me now,” he said with a chuckle and shake of his head.

* * * *

Standing in front of the big red door of Club Maverick, Joey almost turned back. Maybe he should have brought a friend? Who would he have brought? He didn’t have many friends, just a few coworkers he occasionally went out with for a drink and his best friend, April. He doubted even April would go to a gay bar with him, although she was the only one who knew of his sexuality.

He grasped the cold metal handle. “It’s now or never,” he whispered to the full summer moon. Opening the door, he was greeted by an old Brooks and Dunn song.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Joey walked toward the bar. He passed the pool tables and couldn’t help but notice the attention his clothes garnered. Maybe, he didn’t look like such a fool after all. Several guys wore similar versions of the same outfit.

Sliding onto an available stool, he waited for one of the three bartenders to notice him. They were all handsome men, but one in particular caught his eye. He’d always had a thing for tall, dark-haired men. This one in particular looked like his reoccurring wet dream.

Geez, the guy had to be well over six-feet tall with shoulders as wide as a barn. The bartender in question turned and caught Joey’s gaze. He held up a finger indicating he’d be right over.

Joey watched the guy’s black curly hair shine under the overhead lights as he bent to unhook an empty keg of beer. Walking toward the end of the bar, the huge mountain of a man hoisted a new keg above his head and the heads of his fellow bartenders.

Damn. Joey’s mouth watered at his bulging muscles encased in a tight black T-shirt. The man stopped on his way past the other bartenders and spoke to both of them briefly before carrying the heavy keg over to hook it up.

When the guy bent over, Joey couldn’t help but zero in on his ass. The soft denim stretched in all the right places. For a broad-shouldered man, Mr. Gorgeous had a surprisingly small backside.

Finished hooking up the new keg, the bartender stood and turned around. He walked straight over and leaned against the bar. “Can I help you?” he asked over the loud music.

“Uh, yeah. I’d like a shot of tequila.” Joey was mesmerized by the eyes staring into his. Gold, the man’s eyes were gold, like those of a lion.

“I’ll need to see some ID.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Joey dug his driver’s license out of his vest pocket. When he did, his room card fell out and onto the bar.

The bartender picked up the card and held out his hand for Joey’s license. One black eyebrow shot up as he read the date of birth. “You’re twenty-four?” He grinned and handed the license back to Joey. “I would’ve guessed eighteen or nineteen.”

Joey felt himself blush. “It’s my size. It throws people off all the time.”

“Welcome to Tulsa, Joseph. I’m Curt.” He fiddled with Joey’s room card for several moments then handed it back.

“Nice to meet you, Curt. You can call me Joey.”

“Well, Joey, I’ll be right back with that shot.”

Curt. Joey rolled the name around on his tongue as the man in question poured his drink.

Curt was back in no time, but instead of setting the small glass on the bar, he held it out. Joey smiled and reached for his drink, brushing Curt’s fingers in the process. “Thanks.”

Joey drank the tequila in one swallow. Wow, he thought as the liquid burned his throat. Maybe, it was an acquired taste. Involuntarily, he coughed as his breath became trapped in his throat.

A large hand pounded him on the back as Curt reached across the bar. “Easy,” Curt said with a wink.

After he was able to breathe again, Joey felt his face blush in embarrassment. How could he have made such a fool of himself in front of this man? “Sorry, I guess you’ve probably figured out I’m not used to tequila.”

“So why’d you order it?” Curt grinned.

Joey shrugged. “Liquid courage?”

Curt’s eyes narrowed. “Is this your first time in a gay bar?”

“Yeah, they don’t have any in Lymon.” Joey passed the empty glass back to Curt. “I’d like another, please.”

Curt grinned and shook his head. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t I fix you something a little easier on your throat?”

“Like?” he questioned.

“Let me surprise you,” Curt said and walked away.

While he was gone, Joey took the opportunity to look around the smoky room. There were several people dancing. Masculine bodies pressed belt buckle to belt buckle. Fuck, it was hot. He’d been to the bar back in his hometown, but this was the first time he’d ever witnessed two men dancing together openly. Damn, what a hayseed I am.

“Here you go,” a deep voice shouted.

Joey turned from the dance floor and looked at the glass in front of him. “What’s in it?” he asked, looking at the drink.

Curt put one long finger to his lips. “Shh, it’s a secret recipe. Try it.”

Picking up the glass, Joey took a tentative sip. “Oh, yum. This is a lot better than tequila.” He set down his glass and pulled his money out of his vest. “How much do I owe you?”

“Four for the shot. This one’s on the house,” Curt said, pointing toward Joey’s drink.

Joey handed him a ten and leaned closer to talk over the noise. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

“Although I have absolutely no doubt you’re trouble, Scott will understand.”

“Scott? Is that your boyfriend?” Figures. Just when he found someone he’d be willing to step out of his comfort-zone for, he found there was another person involved.

“No.” Curt chuckled and shook his head. “Scott is one of the owners. He and his partner Mark are good friends of mine. That’s why I’m working tonight. One of their regular bartenders called in sick.”

With an internal sigh of relief, Joey took another sip of his drink. He knew it contained mostly ginger ale, but there was another taste he couldn’t put his finger on. No matter, it was good and it was free.

One of the other bartenders yelled for Curt. With an audible sigh, Curt reached out and ran a finger over Joey’s lips, surprising him. “I need to get back to work. I’ve got a break coming up in a couple hours. I’d like a turn around the dance floor with you if you’re willing.”

Joey looked back toward the dance floor. “I really only know how to line dance. I wouldn’t want to make a fool of you in front of your friends.”

Curt spread his arms wide. “This place is filled with my friends, and that’s exactly the reason you don’t need to worry.” He pointed toward the DJ. “If you want a particular song, just ask. His name is Ron, but he goes by DJ Quake. Don’t let his size intimidate you. He’s a honey of a bear.” Curt winked again before going to fill other orders.

* * * *

As the night wore on, Joey loosened up. Curt brought him another one of his special drinks, once again refusing payment. Joey decided maybe he was ready to dance.

Standing, he made his way through the crowd to the dance floor. The small group of men were dancing the Tush Push, one of Joey’s favorites.

“Mind if I join you?” Joey asked the older man on the end. He gestured to the floor, in case the man hadn’t heard him.

“Not at all. Grab yourself a spot,” the guy yelled in his ear.

Stepping right into the dance wasn’t a problem for him. Line-dancing was pretty popular at his hometown bar, and because he didn’t dare dance with a partner, this was the perfect solution.

The song ended, and the DJ played another selection. This one, Joey didn’t know. He made his way over to the DJ booth and waited.

“Can I play something specific for ya?” DJ Quake asked.

“Do you have Queen of Denial by Pam Tillis?”

The DJ’s heavy brows shot up. “Yeah, I’ve got that. You plannin’ to do a little Bump and Grind?”

“I’d like to. It’s my favorite.”

A wide smile spread across the DJ’s face. “I’ll put it on next.”