When Darkness Turns to Light

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Fury gripped me by the throat, got me out of my apartment, and onto my motorcycle. I didn’t know where I was heading until I pulled up outside the bar on the outskirts of Austin, Texas.

Walking into the bar, I glanced about, and the same uneasy feeling that always came from visiting a gay bar ran through me. The place was decent, with a mix of men from different backgrounds, and no one tended to hassle anyone. The décor was geared toward cowboys more than bikers, but I wasn’t fussy when I wanted to pick up a dude for the night. I wasn’t a frequent visitor because I didn’t often scratch the itch that said I was gay. It was a part of myself that I’d learned to control most of the time, but after the weekend, I needed an outlet for my feelings, and, unfortunately, this was it.

Hands shoved deep into the front pockets of my jeans, I kept my gaze on the bar and off the men that hung around the tables, some giving me subtle signs of interest. I walked over the hardwood floor, knowing most of them would run a fucking mile if they knew what I had in mind for my night’s entertainment. It wasn’t soft foreplay or trying to play nice. I needed to fuck, pure and simple. To get rid of the aggression that wouldn’t take a fucking hint and go away.