Turn Me On, Dead Men 1


I probably looked too young to work as a bouncer at that gay male bar notorious for its frequent parking lot fights started by straight men who hated the sin and wanted to punish the sinners. Yet there I was standing outside the front door of the bar. Big guy. Tough at least in outward appearance. Not someone worth challenging if you approached potential opponents like me using logic.

The young vibe I radiated pitched in direct opposition to my attempts to be macho and authoritative as I guarded the front door against unwelcomed guests and rowdy types. I aimed to be respected as a man nobody would dare to push around.

I know I benefitted from a built-in perceived credibility because of my physical stature. Nobody would guess I just recently made it to the legal drinking age or that this was my first full-time employment.

The quietest time for that 24-hour bar was always between 2:00 in the morning and first light especially on any Monday. During that time span was when one male bar guest stepped outside alone to the sidewalk. There was no line of would-be customers waiting along that sidewalk to approach me. This meant I would have nothing much to do but stand at my post and wait for hours doing nothing but standing. Instead of walking to the parking lot as I anticipated, the bar guest approached me. My instinct and training kicked in as I completed a quick head-to-toe assessment of the man who approached me outside the at the checkpoint. Maybe he was straight. Maybe he wanted to pick a fight.

“Wait a minute. You were already inside,” I said to him with dramatic bluster. “Saw you here a few nights in a row now. You been checking me out. Five nights now. Thinking I might go back to your place. Within walking distance. Is that the main selling point you got?”

“Well, no, I was thinking maybe my cock size.”

I laughed. He had won me over. If you can get a man to laugh when you’re talking with him and without telling any jokes, you can get that man to do whatever you want him to do. Laughing is the key. The one you make laugh unknowingly accepts you because you engaged him on a safe emotional level–a very powerful accomplishment.

“Well, what can I say? New at this. Not expecting this at all. Just turned 21. New job and all. For now, still living with my parents. Over in that high-rise two blocks from here.”

The bar guest replied, “I live there on the ninth floor of that same high-rise. But my parents do not live there with me. If you walk back to my place after work, we will not be under the supervision of any responsible adults.”

This motivated me to laugh once again. A short while later, I am naked and quite ready for action sitting next to him in his bed.

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