I shook my head and replied, “Dude, I don’t think I can get it up right now if I had to. I’m too hot, too tired, and too thirsty. So I don’t know how we could get it on.”
The rest of the guys mumbled agreements as we continued to lounge. Brian then yelled from across the club, “No problem, Alan, by the time I’m done with you ‘not being able to get it up’ won’t be an issue.”
One of the guys suggested to Tom that we have a cool-down room for times like this. I shook my head and said, “That’s not a good idea, dude. Put a cool-down room in here and I guarantee it’ll get around. Pretty soon we’ll have a narcotics team or even the DEA sniffing around.”
They all looked at me as Andy asked, “Why would getting a cool-down room get the DEA or cops in here, dude?”
I was about to explain it when suddenly Tom chimed in saying, “Cool-down rooms are a must-have for clubs that have a lot of Ecstasy usage. They need to face them otherwise people will stroke out if they can’t handle the X, it’s too pure, or if it’s just too powerful. That’s the problem with drugs like X, they’re a lot of fun, they’ll get you hard, and keep you hard for hours, but they literally raise the temperature of your body until your brain boils and you stroke out. Cool-down rooms help them cool off and keep them alive. They’re the easiest ways to spot a club that caters to drug dealing.”
I nodded as I knew all of this and the rest of the guys looked disgusted by the descriptions. I smirked as I raised my voice and used my best whiny voice as I called out, “Brian, Tom’s killing our erections with his gross talk about people dying of strokes.”
Brian yelled back, “Damnit, Tom, leave the twinks alone!”
We all howled with laughter as Tom waved his hand dismissively at us and walked away. We all laughed and went back to cooling down. By then I had taken it as a granted that as the sole straight guy that worked at the club, I would always have a target on my ass. Plenty of guys had offered to help me with my problem.
Some had come straight out and said that they would fuck my ass so long and hard that I’d forget what it was like being straight. Plus there were the other twinks that volunteered to suck my cock at the drop of a hat. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a bet going on me having sex with another guy.
Robert, Tim, and I had several conversations about the benefits of gay sex over straight sex, which was always hilarious to all of us because I had never had gay sex while they had never had sex with a woman. So the benefits of either usually boiled down to us making fun of the other as crudely as possible. We had gone on for quite a while trying to one-up each other with crude, lewd, and usually cliched reToms about gay vs straight. Going back and forth between us was usually one of my favorite things about working with these two.
But as I looked around tonight, I could definitely see that I fell into the twink category rather than the top category. I was surprised that I didn’t take offense at this. I certainly wasn’t submissive or anything like that, but I could never see myself stacking up against any of the tops that worked here. I shrugged and got back to work as the first customers arrived. It was always funny seeing the first arrivals. They were always so eager to start and so scared they would miss out on the fun. The games weren’t even supposed to start until 10 pm.
As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the “roll” button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.
The next guy rolled his tongue. This got a loud cheer and it grew even bigger when he chose Andy, one of the cage dancers. Everyone cheered as the lucky guy and Andy basically made out on stage. The next guy rolled suck and ass. Which caused the club to erupt with laughter, cheers, and enthusiasm. This guy picked me and I was helped onto the bar by the other bartenders. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, giving him full access to my assless backside. Tom, who was officiating, called over the microphone to remind the guy that he rolled ass and not asshole, garnering a mixture of laughter and regretful moans from the crowd.
I played along and ended up with a set of hickeys on my exposed ass cheeks. We all laughed and had a great time. Of course, the other bartenders continuously smacked my ass cheeks the rest of the night. We poured more drinks as more guys rolled. Tom had told us to hold off on offering body shots until we were between games. I looked up as one lucky guy began sucking Richard’s balls on the main stage. Richard was another main-stage dancer and usually played the “Conan” gimmick with a furry loincloth, furry boots, fake sword, etc.
As the game continued, the other bartenders were chosen by customers during their turns. Robert had someone suck his toes, and surprisingly the guy seemed to really enjoy it. Tim had a guy suck his nipples, leaving them both red with hickeys. We all laughed and continued having a good time, serving drinks and generally playing around.