Jase followed him in, where they were greeted by a tall young man with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. The young man wasn’t wearing clothes, just a white T-shirt and orange boxer briefs. Jase figured he’d been paid to walk around in his underwear.
The guy smiled and asked, “Would you like to share a locker, or would you like separate lockers?”
Jase and Luis looked at each other and shrugged.
“Why do we need lockers?” Luis asked.
The guy rolled his eyes and gestured toward the main section of the bar. “This is an underwear-only bar,” he said. “You can’t come in unless you check your clothes first.”
When Jase looked to where the guy was pointing, his eyebrows rose. No wonder Luis had never heard of this bar. Though it was dark, he saw that all the men in the bar weren’t wearing anything but underwear.
“Tonight’s the amateur dancing contest,” the guy said. “The show starts in a couple of hours. We have professional strippers on the bar all night long.”
Jase said, “Excuse me for a second,” to the young man and he pulled Luis to the side. “I don’t know about this,” he said. “I’ve never been to a bar where the people only wear underwear.”
Luis shrugged. “I’m game,” he said. “I’ve never been to a place like this either. It might be fun. Besides, I don’t feel like going anywhere else. We’re here now, the truck is parked, and we may as well stay. We can share a locker.”
Jase leaned forward and whispered. “But I’m not wearing boxers tonight. I’m wearing black briefs with white trim.” If he’d been wearing boxers, he wouldn’t have been so cautious.
Luis smiled and patted his chest. “Don’t worry,” he said. “If anyone tries anything with you, I’ll beat them up.”
Jase reluctantly agreed, and they paid the young guy a cover charge and he handed them a key to a locker. He pointed to room on the right and said, “The lockers are in there. You’re number twenty-seven. You can leave your things in there and then you can enter the bar from the back so you don’t have to come up front again until it’s time to leave.”
While they undressed in the small locker room—really, a large closet—Jase watched Luis remove his jeans. He was wearing a skimpy pair of red boxer briefs with legs cut so short they were almost regular briefs. His genitals protruded from his crotch and his ass rounded from the natural arch at the small of his back. Luis had the kind of ass Jase wanted to play with. He could have spent hours just squeezing it and biting it. This, however, caused Jase to sigh, because he figured the other guys in the bar would feel the same way when they saw Luis in the red underwear.
When Luis removed his shirt, Jase smiled and exhaled. Luis had been wearing a white T-
shirt beneath his shirt and Jase was happy to see that Luis wouldn’t be entering the bar bare-chested. Jase knew the red boxer briefs were going to turn more than a few heads inside the bar.
If Luis hadn’t been wearing a white T-shirt, he would have offered Luis his black shirt and gone bare-chested himself.
Though his black shirt wasn’t actually an underwear shirt, Jase didn’t think anyone would mind. He hung up his leather jacket first, then slowly removed his pants, wondering whether or not he was too old for this sort of thing. At forty, he never thought he’d find himself about to enter a bar where the patrons wore nothing but their underwear. The entire concept was too happy-go-lucky and too sophisticated for Jase’s taste. If anyone he knew from his real life had seen him doing this, they either would have dropped dead from shock or laughter. His ex-wife would have laughed and the people he worked with would have stood there with their mouths hanging open.
“Should I remove my shoes, too?” Jase asked. “Or do we just go in there in our stocking feet?” He was wearing brown work boots that night and he wasn’t sure how well they would look with black underwear. Sherman had warned him about how discriminating gay men could be when it came to fashion and he didn’t want anyone pointing any fingers at him.
Luis was wearing black quarter boots with a two-inch heel. He smiled and said. “I’m wearing mine and I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. I don’t like walking around places like this without shoes. You never know what you can pick up. Besides, these guys won’t be looking at our shoes.”
“I’ll wear mine, too, then,” Jase said. He’d been so worried about undressing he hadn’t thought about the potential health hazards.
When their clothes were in the locker and Luis was ready to shut the door, he took the key to the locker from Jase and slipped it into his boot.
Jase stood there, with his arms at his sides and his legs spread apart. “Do I look okay?” he asked. He felt ridiculous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing something like this. And he was still kicking himself for not wearing boxers.
Luis reached for his hand and said, “You look fine, trust me. I’m just worried that you’re going to cause too much attention. You’re going to drive those boys wild in there.”
“I’m more worried about what they are going to do when they see you in those red boxer briefs,” Jase said. He couldn’t stop looking down as Luis’s ass.
“Then we stick together tonight,” Luis said. “No matter what happens, we both leave at the same time and we don’t let anyone come between us.”
Jase smiled. “I have no intention of letting anyone come between us tonight. I told Dr.
Barton I’d watch out for you, and I’m going to keep my promise.”
When they walked into the dark club hand in hand, heads turned and the other guys watched them cross to the bar. From the corner of his eye, Jase saw three middle-aged, overweight guys in boxer shorts and T-shirts. They stared at Luis and murmured things to each other with wide grins on their faces. Near the bar, when Jase and Luis had to walk between a group of college age guys who were wearing white boxer briefs, one of the guys purposely lowered his hand so he could touch Jase’s ass. The guy was tall and thin and he was wearing round eyeglasses. When his palm touched Jase’s ass, Luis reached down, smiled at him, and said, “You can look, sweetie, but you can’t touch. He’s with me tonight.”
Jase blinked. He’d never seen the possessive side of Luis. He’d only seen the quiet, vulnerable side and the carefree, nonchalant side.
The guy in the glasses pressed his lips together and gave Luis a nasty look. Then he poked one of his friends in the ribs, put his hand on his hip, and said, “It’s a free country, honey, in case you haven’t noticed.”