He felt as if all the eyes in the club were pointed at him. He put his sweaty hands inside his pockets. Only being here already pointed out what he was, exposed his secret. He took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. He had already made his decision.
And then again, the others here were just as much of an outcast as he was.
Needing a bit more confidence, he walked to the bar.
'Two specials please, for me and my new friend.'
A stranger put his hands on his shoulder and put some coins on the table.
With a nonchalant movement, the guy brushed his wet hair back. His blouse was unbottoned, and sweat was gleaming on his naked chest.
'I realy needed a break. Wanna join me?' The stanger still sounded a bit out of breath, but his smile was bright with energy.
'I'm Harry.'
'Well Harry, first time here?'
The man laughed at Harries surprised face.
'Oh man, everybody knows everybody here. Just relax. You'll fit right in.'
This stranger was by far the hottest man he had ever seen in his entire life. He had no idea why the guy seemed so interested in him. Who was this guy?
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