You know, when I first started working at The Velvet Lounge, I never thought I'd be the one sharing a wild story. I mean, bartending's pretty routine. Pour drinks, smile at regulars, listen to a million bad stories—easy enough. But tonight? Yeah, tonight was different. Way different.It all started out normal. The neon sign outside the bar buzzed like usual, flickering just enough to give the place that gritty, underground vibe. Inside, it smelled like old leather, whiskey, and whatever cologne people were too generous with that night. I was behind the bar, going through the motions—cleaning glasses, pouring shots, pretending not to listen to the conversations happening around me. It was busy, like every Friday night, but the chaos felt... louder somehow. Like the air was buzzing with something more than just noise.Then, I saw him.He was sitting at the end of the bar, sipping his drink like he owned the place, and honestly? He looked like he could. Tall, dark hair that fell in just the right way, black shirt that showed off enough muscle to catch attention but wasn’t trying too hard. The kind of guy you'd notice, even if you were trying not to. I was mid-polishing a glass when we made eye contact, and damn, his smile... It was one of those "I know something you don’t" smiles. I’m not proud of it, but I felt myself staring longer than I should have.Next thing I know, I’m pouring myself a shot—completely out of character for me, by the way—and walking over to him like I wasn’t about to regret whatever came next."On the house," I said, setting the shot down in front of him. Casual. Chill.He looked at the shot, then back at me, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Thanks," he said, voice smooth, almost like it was meant to be heard over the noise of the bar. "You're too kind."I shrugged, trying to play it off. "Just doing my job."He raised an eyebrow at that, and for a second, I thought he might laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he extended his hand. "Jake.""Alex," I replied, shaking his hand. It was warm, and for some reason, that warmth spread through me like I’d been waiting for it. The contact was brief, but enough to send a little jolt of electricity down my spine. It caught me off guard, but I kept my cool, or at least I think I did.We started talking, just small stuff at first—work, the crowd, the music. But it wasn’t long before the conversation got deeper. Jake had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, like he wasn’t just listening, but really seeing you. Not gonna lie, it was intoxicating in a way that had nothing to do with the whiskey.Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a question I wasn’t ready for."So," he said, leaning in a little closer, voice just low enough to send a chill through me, "you ever wonder what it’d be like... with another guy?"Cue the heart racing. Now, I’m no stranger to the kind of conversations people have after a few too many, but this? This felt different. It wasn’t just the booze talking. It was real. And I was very much in the moment. My brain did a weird thing where it just went blank for a second, and all I could think about was him sitting there, waiting for my answer."I... I don’t know," I managed to stammer out, because honestly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.Jake smiled again, that slow, knowing grin that I was beginning to recognize. "Curiosity’s not a crime, Alex," he said, his voice smooth like the whiskey in his glass. "Sometimes you just need to explore it."Before I could even process what that meant, he stood up, casually grabbing my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. The bar was packed, but it felt like the crowd faded into the background as he led me toward the back, where the bathrooms were. My heart was pounding in my chest, part of me wanting to bolt, but the other part? The other part wanted to see where this was going.Jake pushed open the door to the bathroom and pulled me in with him. The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly, it was just the two of us in this dimly lit space, with nothing but the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was quicker, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between us."You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but still full of that same confidence that had me hooked from the start.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement making my hands shake.Jake didn’t waste any time. He closed the distance between us, his lips brushing mine before I even had a chance to think about it. The kiss was soft at first, almost testing, but when I didn’t pull away, it deepened, and suddenly I was pressed up against the cold tile wall, his hands roaming over my body like he already knew what I wanted.Everything after that happened in a blur. I won’t get into too many details—after all, this is still Reddit, not one of those other sites—but let’s just say that when Jake asked if I’d ever wondered what it’d be like, I got my answer. And it was nothing like I expected, in the best possible way.When it was over, we slipped out of the bathroom like nothing had happened, but my head was spinning. We made our way through the bar, back into the noise and the lights, but all I could think about was him—his smile, his touch, the way he’d made me feel."Your place or mine?" Jake asked when we stepped outside into the cool night air.I didn’t even hesitate. "Yours."And just like that, I found myself following him down the street, the neon lights of The Velvet Lounge fading into the distance behind us. It felt like I was stepping into something new, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for but wanted to explore all the same. The city buzzed around us, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way Jake’s hand felt in mine, and the possibilities that lay ahead.I guess sometimes, all it takes is one night to turn your whole world upside down.

Alex, a bartender at "The Velvet Lounge," meets Jake, who sparks his curiosity about exploring same-sex attraction. They share a shot and engage in flirtatious conversation before Jake leads Alex to the bathroom for oral sex. Afterward, they leave the bar together and go to Jake's apartment for further intimacy.

You know, when I first started working at The Velvet Lounge, I never thought I'd be the one sharing a wild story. I mean, bartending's pretty routine. Pour drinks, smile at regulars, listen to a million bad stories—easy enough. But tonight? Yeah, tonight was different. Way different.

It all started out normal. The neon sign outside the bar buzzed like usual, flickering just enough to give the place that gritty, underground vibe. Inside, it smelled like old leather, whiskey, and whatever cologne people were too generous with that night. I was behind the bar, going through the motions—cleaning glasses, pouring shots, pretending not to listen to the conversations happening around me. It was busy, like every Friday night, but the chaos felt... louder somehow. Like the air was buzzing with something more than just noise.

Then, I saw him.

He was sitting at the end of the bar, sipping his drink like he owned the place, and honestly? He looked like he could. Tall, dark hair that fell in just the right way, black shirt that showed off enough muscle to catch attention but wasn’t trying too hard. The kind of guy you'd notice, even if you were trying not to. I was mid-polishing a glass when we made eye contact, and damn, his smile... It was one of those "I know something you don’t" smiles. I’m not proud of it, but I felt myself staring longer than I should have.

Next thing I know, I’m pouring myself a shot—completely out of character for me, by the way—and walking over to him like I wasn’t about to regret whatever came next.

"On the house," I said, setting the shot down in front of him. Casual. Chill.

He looked at the shot, then back at me, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Thanks," he said, voice smooth, almost like it was meant to be heard over the noise of the bar. "You're too kind."

I shrugged, trying to play it off. "Just doing my job."

He raised an eyebrow at that, and for a second, I thought he might laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he extended his hand. "Jake."

"Alex," I replied, shaking his hand. It was warm, and for some reason, that warmth spread through me like I’d been waiting for it. The contact was brief, but enough to send a little jolt of electricity down my spine. It caught me off guard, but I kept my cool, or at least I think I did.

We started talking, just small stuff at first—work, the crowd, the music. But it wasn’t long before the conversation got deeper. Jake had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, like he wasn’t just listening, but really seeing you. Not gonna lie, it was intoxicating in a way that had nothing to do with the whiskey.

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a question I wasn’t ready for.

"So," he said, leaning in a little closer, voice just low enough to send a chill through me, "you ever wonder what it’d be like... with another guy?"

Cue the heart racing. Now, I’m no stranger to the kind of conversations people have after a few too many, but this? This felt different. It wasn’t just the booze talking. It was real. And I was very much in the moment. My brain did a weird thing where it just went blank for a second, and all I could think about was him sitting there, waiting for my answer.

"I... I don’t know," I managed to stammer out, because honestly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.

Jake smiled again, that slow, knowing grin that I was beginning to recognize. "Curiosity’s not a crime, Alex," he said, his voice smooth like the whiskey in his glass. "Sometimes you just need to explore it."

Before I could even process what that meant, he stood up, casually grabbing my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. The bar was packed, but it felt like the crowd faded into the background as he led me toward the back, where the bathrooms were. My heart was pounding in my chest, part of me wanting to bolt, but the other part? The other part wanted to see where this was going.

Jake pushed open the door to the bathroom and pulled me in with him. The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly, it was just the two of us in this dimly lit space, with nothing but the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was quicker, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between us.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but still full of that same confidence that had me hooked from the start.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement making my hands shake.

Jake didn’t waste any time. He closed the distance between us, his lips brushing mine before I even had a chance to think about it. The kiss was soft at first, almost testing, but when I didn’t pull away, it deepened, and suddenly I was pressed up against the cold tile wall, his hands roaming over my body like he already knew what I wanted.

Everything after that happened in a blur. I won’t get into too many details—after all, this is still Reddit, not one of those other sites—but let’s just say that when Jake asked if I’d ever wondered what it’d be like, I got my answer. And it was nothing like I expected, in the best possible way.

When it was over, we slipped out of the bathroom like nothing had happened, but my head was spinning. We made our way through the bar, back into the noise and the lights, but all I could think about was him—his smile, his touch, the way he’d made me feel.

"Your place or mine?" Jake asked when we stepped outside into the cool night air.

I didn’t even hesitate. "Yours."

And just like that, I found myself following him down the street, the neon lights of The Velvet Lounge fading into the distance behind us. It felt like I was stepping into something new, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for but wanted to explore all the same. The city buzzed around us, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way Jake’s hand felt in mine, and the possibilities that lay ahead.

I guess sometimes, all it takes is one night to turn your whole world upside down.

the gay bar barrista who is straight got curious and mingle with a gay customer, leading into a bathroom blowjob and eventually apartment man to man sex.

Straight My Whole Life... Until One Night I Got Curious Behind the Bar

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