College Life: Your "Straight" Bro 1 (Patreon)

You first saw him in your Econ class. You first spoke with him–he initiated it–in Poli Sci, and by now, when you're both Seniors, you’ve had enough classes that you consider yourselves friends–or bros, as he likes to put it. He talks a lot about pussy and claims to have a girlfriend. He knows you like dick–somehow it came up that you make extra money tending bar at The Spike, and even “straight” guys know that’s a men only leather bar. He swears he’s cool with you preferring cock. But lately, he’s been calling and texting more than usual, been more friendly and touchy in class, and now, on a rainy night, he’s shown up to your bar, the leather bar, right near closing. You’re wearing your usual attire, chaps with a jock and a harness, and he doesn’t laugh or make fun of you. Instead, he looks–interested. You know the look. You’ve seen it in the eyes of dozens of men tonight and it’s why you make good tips.

He’s shown up half an hour before closing. You can tell he’s had a few, and he orders a whiskey, but he’s not drunk. You’ve worked at bars long enough to know drunk from buzzed from acting drunk, and he’s somewhere between the latter two. Customers are leaving and you’re trying to do your closing prep, but still keep a conversation going. You notice things. Like the way he periodically massages the bulge in his pants. He’s horny.

It’s your night to close the place, so before you usher out the last customers, you ask him if he wants to stay and keep you company. He nods and smiles. “Sure, bro.”