As luck would have it, during that week I met an openly gay guy at college. To my delight, he informed me that around the corner from the cinema where...I had seen The Boys in The Band, there was a very well-known gay bar.I made a firm decision that I would definitely be visiting the bar on Friday evening. I was hopeful that I would not only mix with people of my own ilk like I had seen in the movie, but maybe also get lucky that evening. I wanted to chat, laugh, and hear the bitchy gay repartee. Despite the commotion, she kindly responds, "Sorry hun, I'm done for tonight."At this point, I have already begun to hastily disrobe, so I plead with her for just one more session. With some reserve, she agrees, and I stumble to slip my cock through the hole."You again?" she replies in a seemingly exasperated tone before standing, opening the door to her stall and exiting.Had I gone too far? Had I broken some cardinal rule? Had I ruined a good thing? As I stand in disbelief, with the sharp pain. “Finally.” I barely heard him murmur before he shot of a jet of flame that I seemed certain was destined to leave me a raw hunk of medium rare, but instead hit a torch slight to the side of me, and subsequently lit all of the torches in a circle revealing the Dark Dragon. He wasn’t as enormous as legends had said, but he still was a sight to behold. Shimmering black scales that looked sensuously smooth but solid at the same time covered him, with slightly grayer ones on his belly that seemed to. Rob couldn't quite place it, but he foundsomething about the situation very disturbing. It was like a splinter inhis mind; when he rubbed it one way everything felt fine, but reversedirections, resulted in a disturbing jolt.Whenever Rob moved or even breathed, he could feel movement on his chest.Uneasiness started replacing his sexual arousal. He became aware of thepresence around his chest, not that it ever disappeared. Earlier, thefirm hug of his brassiere had given him a sense of safety. .