I took one last look at myself before leaving the house. To me, I looked pretty hot. Faded jeans, vintage tee, tight (lycra) boxer-briefs, and flips. I even had in a tongue ring that coordinated with my outfit. A couple of friends and I were headed to one of the most popular gay nightclubs in town. I just tagged along for the music, drinks, and attention.

Once we arrived, I could hear the trance-like base of the techno music just outside the door. Once in, my friends and I were greeted by one of my best friends, who happened to be working at the front desk. "Go on in. No charge tonight." She said with a grin and a wink.

The music seemed to flow through every pulsating vein in my body. I could already feel the heat of the dance floor before entering the next room. The floor was packed and so was the bar. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea." I ordered. The bartender was so hot. He was nicknamed, Tarzan, because he loved flaunting his practically nude, athletic body for tips. "I guess it's time to flaunt mine." I thought to myself.

After taking a couple of sips of my drink, my friends and I proceeded to the dance floor. One of my favorite songs began to play, which unleashed some untamed animal inside of me. I began swerving my hips, throwing my hands in the air, and moving my body to the beat. I then noticed someone dancing behind me. I felt his body melt into mine. His hands began guiding my hips, and I could feel his bulge pressed against me. I was so turned on, I began grinding back against him, making the moment all the more intense. After a few more songs, I retired to the bar. I ordered another drink, and before taking a sip, I heard someone's voice in my ear. "Thanks for the dance." I nearly choked on my drink. It was the guy I had just danced with. I never got the chance to look at him while we were dancing. It would have been hard to see him clearly due to the strobe and laser lights. To my surprise, he was gorgeous. Shoulder-length, black, wavy hair, grey eyes, and a white smile. Underneath his skin tight shirt and jeans was a muscled body. I knew it for sure. He had to be at least 6 foot 2 inches tall, a half foot taller than me. I was so engrossed in taking in his features I failed to notice he was introducing himself to me. I extended my hand. "My name's Juan." He said with a friendly tone in his voice. He was Hispanic, I knew, and there was something about him that turned me on.

Once I greeted him back, we moved outside. I was nearly deaf from the loudness inside. He looked even better in moonlight. We exchanged a few looks, when he lit a cigarette. "So, those were some pretty hot moves out there. It makes me wonder."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"I bet you’re hot in bed." He winked.

My heart sank, and I knew my mouth was hanging open. As shy as I was, his compliments left me speechless. From there, he put out his cigarette; he guided me inside to what they called, "The Darkroom". The room was completely dark, and I could sense others in there with us. I knew what was about to