I drink because I am in the closet gay guy surrounded by rednecks. Being a bartender makes drinking easy. It's my grandmothers bar, run by my parents. I work dayshift because it's slow.
I have a pretend girlfriend, that does not know I am pretending. We have semi bad sex on Saturday after I take her to a movie. She cuts hair at Super Cuts, but she is not that good at it yet.
May of 2020 at the age of twenty three I get my third DUI in yet another attempt to kill myself I drive my car into a liquor store. I get one year in prison. Friends and family can't understand because no one know the real me.
Four guys to a cell I suck my first dick ever on day three. I take it in the butt three days after that. I become two guys bitch, and I'm perfectly fine with it. Marcus, and Tony were two bikers in for robbery, and set up by Marcus's wife. They were best friends, and I was their gay pet.
Outside of some very rough sex on a nightly basis they were very nice to me. They would share some their pot with me, they love to mess with me high. Having said that I could traded or sold at any time for the right price. Lucky for me they didn't need anything.
Five months in and I am getting released for good behavior. I go back home tell everyone I got raped daily and now I am gay and I quit drinking. Everyone freaks but seems to understand and feel terrible that it happen and hope i find a boyfriend. I get my dayshift job back. I am a totally different person then the old me that worked here. I can and do flirt with the venders and joke with the customers. I can be myself. Things are going good and gay due to prison is totally acceptable these days.
It is weird how some guys react to my gay eye contact. I was checking in his delivery The Budweiser guy said stop looking at me like that your giving me a boner. Then he showed me and winked. He moves it into the walk in for me, I get busy with a customer and he takes off he is on a schedule too. I talk about Marcus and Tony nailing me at both ends and these dirty old men go crazy. Everyone seem to know or have gay people for friends. Not one of them actually live around here or available.
It was that time of year when people come home to visit family. The new gay me was running into old high school and college friends home for the holidays. No one believed I was gay at first. but they all had to show pics of their kids to say they weren't. That might all be in my head. My frustration with zero gay people. The bud man goes on vacation and the replace him with a girl.
Gus a seventy three year old Navy vet comes in for a draft and lunch at 12:30. it's 1:30 he's on his third beer and has been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes. I go check on him. He need some help with his pants, which I gave him. I come back out to the bar. Marcus and Tony are out of prison and looking for me.
I ran over and gave the both a hug and a kiss on the lips. They kissed me back. I got them a beer, and they caught me up on what they have been doing. The out and out of the closet gay couple and just got married in Las Vegas. Marcus moto when your wife sends you to prison it time to go queer. They actually got a little emotional apologizing for the prison rape. I explained I was fine with every they did and the gay outcome. If they wanted to stop by my apartment I would love to party with them, naked. They loved the idea, just like old times one on each end.
I woke up to the smell of coffee in my apartment. Turns out Marcus and Tony were testing my loyalties maybe. Over a cup of coffee the three of us naked in the kitchen. They have a job offer. The want to open a gay bar and they would like me to run it. I get 49 percent of the profits. The two of them get 51 percent, they put up all the money. I do everything else they just want to own it.
My family was extremely impressed and loved the idea and even offer to help with getting the licensing and a good bookkeeper. The bud guy comes back form his vacation a quick divorce in Mexico he is now single and gay and interested in me. It was that time of the year when miracles happen.
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