Eventually, I will merge this update with the
"Gymrats & Stalkers" thread, but this situation was kinda weird and I'd appreciate some input from some of you:
Background: My new friend is a DL (down low) cop that over the last several weeks has been coming to terms with his sexuality. Recently he showed interest in going to a gay club to just see what it was like. He said he didn't want to dance or anything like that...just hug the wall. I told him that a gay club is very different experience and I asked him if he was sure he wanted to "go there" so early in his bisexual experience. He said "Yeah, let's do it man." So I was like...okay I warned you. LOL
Anyway. Nighttime rolled around and we started getting ready. Jason decided to wear a fitted, zip-up sweater shirt thing that featured a turtleneck and jeans. Way conservative but it certainly showed off his physique well. He also decided to wear a baseball cap pulled waaaaaaaaaaaay down low on his face, and some faux clear glasses. Disguise much?
I told him he was going to get overheated in that hot-azz sweater in that club, but he laughed stating that if he did, he'd just take it off as he had a T-Shirt on under it. So we rolled out.
The club I will not name, but needless to say, on a Friday night it was on and jumping. There were obviously a lot of men there, but also a large number of beautiful, scantily clad women and transvestites too--complete with throbbing adam's apples and razor-burned legs (which I find gross personally, but that's just me
). Keep in mind that this is not the kind of club I would've chosen to frequent but this was Jason's thing so I just took a deep breath and went with it.
As we made our way through the crowds to the back of the club, Jason kinda kept his head down. I knew he was nervous...looking around all the time to see if anyone was staring at or recognizing him. I said, "No one here is checking for cops tonight, fool." LOL
We got situated at the bar, and ordered drinks. Jason just took it all in, looking at all of the men of every shape, size and color you could think of, all having a good time on the dance floor, poles, you name it. It was like a damn zoo in there.
As soon as we got our drinks, Jason leaned over to tell me something. The music was pounding, so he had to yell in my ear...which was great.
He said people were staring at us. I yelled back that "it's tough to miss a 6'5 muscular dude--and his token black friend in a crowd like this." He thought that was funny and went back to drinking his beer.
After a while I was starting to get bored. Whenever I do go to clubs I really let loose because I love to socialize and dance. This wall-flower thing was not working for me but I knew that Jason really just wanted to be in the background. He had the curiosity of a child, looking around. But as time passed, he kept downing drinks. I was like, "Dude, you are starting to get lit over there", but he said he was fine. His head was bobbing to the beats and he was clearly having a good time. Well, after he'd had about 4 beers I decided to stop drinking because obviously I was gonna have to drive. Suddenly everything changed when this song came on...
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Jason's whole face woke up and he said "Aw s****t, this is my s**t!!! At this point, the crowd had their hands up in the air, the lights were going extra crazy and Jase was buzzed off his ass. He turned to me and said Caliph let's dance. I was like, WTF???
I said, are you serious and he was like, come on, before the song goes off.
I had a feeling that Jason would regret this when he became sober. But he was like, "Come on man." The floor was packed with literally a hundred people at least, so it's not like anyone would single us out. So I was like, okay. We went out there and Jason made his way to the exact center of the dance floor (he later told me he didn't want to dance on the fringe of the dance floor because those people get looked at more closely by those sitting down in the darkness--go figure).
Jason surprised me. I knew he had moves but you get a little drink in him and dude
really loosens up. LAWL. At the 3:00 minute mark of the song "Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock-rock-rock-rock") everyone on the floor was literally jumping up and down like fools and Jason's tall ass was the highest off the floor. Some of the other dudes around him were egging him on and Jason just absorbed their energy. Just so you all know, my mouth was on my chest like, "Dude is coming OUT in front of my very eyes!" And he was...Jason pulled his baseball cap backwards and started unzipping his sweater shirt and took it off. He had worked up a sweat and his t-shirt was soaked/sticking to him. I could see some of the other men licking their lips like dogs but I know they couldn't help it because Jason even looked hot
to me under those lights.
But it wasn't until this song came on that I--Caliph--decided to get in the mix...this is MY s***...
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So Jason was like, "C'mon let me see what you got man". Not one to be outdone, I took off my shirt completely--including the T-shirt and swung that s*** over my head. Jason was laughing like a damn hyena and the crowd was obviously getting into what we were doing. So he took his shirt off too and we just started breaking it down in the center of the floor. I'll admit, we were pretty freaky. LOL Most of it came from the fact that people were cheering us on and it was like something from some damn movie...very, very surreal. I didn't know experiences like that could happen. It was great...liberating in fact.
This is where the report goes in another direction.
Jason was doing okay until he started to get a little tooo crazy. The alcohol was in full effect now and dude was drunk off his ass. Without even looking at me, he made his way through the crowd heading back to the bar...leaving my bewildered ass in the center of the dance floor.
So to my utter astonishment (and even a bit of horror) dude proceeds to climb UP on top of the bar and starts gyrating to the music. Since he was shirtless, it was clear to see that his jeans were already sagging below the butt-bubble so we were getting quite a...ahem, show. Like some sort of damn stripper. He threw his baseball cap off and just became like...****E BOY before our very eyes.
People were offering him dollar bills and s***. He accidently kicked over a jug of beer (the bartender was like you're gonna have to pay for that!) and turned around and started shaking his ass like it was going to fall off. Then he picked up another guy's beer and poured it over his head and chest.
The crowd was eating it up. Camera phones were flickering everywhere...including mine. LOL
I will edit this photo for content due to our nifty little PG-13 clause...besides I'm sure none of ya'll want to see Jason's ass anyway.
And the whole time I'm off the to side like, Dude has lost his f***ing mind.
But he was having a lot of fun and I didn't want to break his spirit. So I just stood there holding his shirt and cap and waited for the song to change...the DJ cut the next song in...
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Jason came back over to me and we started slow dancing on floor. Although it was frigid outside, it was hot as hell inside the club with all the body heat from people dancing. So even though we didn't have shirts on, we weren't cold. Jason's sweat had mixed with the beer and it stunk like holy hell. But I just held my breath and exhaled over his shoulder. LOL
I yelled, "You know you just came out right?" He was like, I did? I said yeah. He said he felt no different as a man. I said that was good...and that he shouldn't. I asked if he was happy...if he was having a good time and he said, "Tonight was f***ing unbelievable Caliph. I'm so horny. Let's get out of here dude."
Random comment much?
So we left. All I can say is, we didn't even make it home...we just stayed in the back of the parking lot with the tinted windows. I said that we could get in trouble for what we're doing, and he was like, "Dude, I'm a f***ing cop."
The next morning, Jason was hung over with smash face. And he did NOT want to talk about the events from the night before. And he still hasn't acknowledged what he did. So I'm not sure if he's embarrassed or angry with himself for his behavior or what. I'll admit it was definitely out there a bit, but I can tell he's very concerned about whether someone recognized him in that club. I doubt it, but you never know. This is a big city...milliions of people and cops are public figures.
Should I try to press him to discuss his feelings on what he did?
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