Wow, the memories came flooding back as I wrote this. I never thought I would be telling this story, in such a public forum, about such an intimate time in my life. I am a little embarrassed and I'm not sure I really want to post this and let you in so deep. So I'm just going to hold my breath and click submit.
I've stood completely naked here before about myself so this can't be much different right? Here we go . . .
I lived two blocks east of the park and 7 blocks from my parents, which at that time was far enough away that I could be out, gay and proud since they almost never left the house. I could walk to the bars on Washington Avenue and Collins. South Beach was busy back then but gays owned it so it was a good busy. There was another bar down in Coral Gables that I frequented cause it had good music and a good crowd. Oh and then there was only one bathhouse in town but I didn't ever go there. The bathhouse experiences came way later in life. I was just too fucking shy to go to them.
My apartment was modest for the money I was making; a two bedroom, which I shared with two other guys (do you see a pattern). Being a financial planner, I knew to keep my expenses low and begin saving for retirement early. I worked in a financial office downtown just across the bridge and made 4 times the money I make now in a socially responsible SF job. At 20-something I was living on top of the world.
I was extremely shy and had only a few real friends. I could even be called conservative, as I believed in total monogamy and complete vanilla sex. It is so far from what I believe now. I think it was still part of my Christian upbringing.
I would go out to the clubs on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday nights and then on Sunday afternoons though. I had dreams of meeting the man of my life while all the other boys were just there to have a good time and have a lot of sex. At least I think I was the only one with that sort of dream. I danced on occasion but mostly I was a wallflower. I didn't wear trendy, designer clothes back then either. In fact, the night I met Nathan I was wearing boardies and a surfer tee, my usual dress for every occasion.
I would never, never ever walk up to cute guys or even guys with whom I just wanted to be friends. Sometimes when cute guys approached me I was so shy that I just stared away from them, my heart pounding in my ears, hoping that they would endure my seemingly disinterest until I got past the panic attack. Most of them walked away thinking that I was a snob. They would mumble 'fuck you' and other shit. I wanted so badly to blurt out that I was just painfully shy and to please stay and talk to me but I didn't have the guts to do so.
I loved the club atmosphere and secretly wanted to open one of my own. I studied the industry at work and I bought mixing equipment and practiced on tons of vinyl records that I don't own anymore. I even contracted as a financial planner for a few of the smaller straight clubs. I knew all the latest, hottest songs but never took my show out of my bedroom. I used to watch the DJ, the bartenders, and club entertainment (half naked guys dancing around) and dream of what it would be like for me to own a club. I knew exactly how many shots you could get out of different size bottles and I knew the huge markup. I never pursued my dream. In fact I am just now remembering how much I loved that industry back then.
I knew of Nathan long before I met him. I mean I didn't know his name or anything about him really, he was just at the same clubs on the same nights as me, as was the rest of Miami. He and these other guys used to run around the clubs without their shirts, be the first ones on the dance floor, strip on amateur strip night, hang with the drag queens and just be the life of the party.
Nathan had long hair dark then too. He had a Brazilian/Spanish/American look to him and dark green eyes. His body was so tight and muscular. He stood out among all his blond friends. Jeff was one of them.
The night I met him was like any other night at the club. The music was thumping, the dance floor was overflowing, drinks were pouring and I was sitting in my usual spot on a big black ledge just at the edge of the dance floor. From that place I could see everything. I could jump right into the dancing when I felt like it too. I could also feel the waves of energy flowing from all the guys jumping up and down to the beat, their shirts off and waving their hands in the air. I fucking loved that place.
Nathan jumped up and sat next to me, sweating and panting from being on the dance floor for an hour. This was the first time he and I had been so close in proximity. I panicked when I realized he wanted to talk to me! My heart raced and I broke into my own sweat. He leaned over and said, "Hey". I just stared into space like a moron. "I love your eyes," he said. "What color are they?" I worked up the nerve to say "green" but didn't look back at him. He sat for a while staring at me. Not once did I look at him. He jumped down and made his way through the crowd toward his friends. I watched as he said something to them and pointed in my direction. "Fuck," I thought. "There goes another one. Why am I like this? Why am I so fucking shy around guys."
His friends went into the other room but Nathan stayed behind and made his way back to me. He jumped up on the ledge. "My name is Nathan. Let's dance." He didn't wait for an answer, pulled me down into the crowd and we danced and danced. He as always been that aggressive with whatever he wants. I love that about him.
After a few songs, I started coming out of my shell. I loved dancing back then and I always changed personalities when I danced. He grinded his crotch into mine and I reciprocated. We danced and danced and danced.
I remember him stopping and kissing me as the crowed went wild to a popular song. I stopped everything; my breathing, my heart, my thoughts. I wanted nothing more than to get in this guys pants while he was still so into me. He was so hot. I whispered that I lived just a few blocks away and he responded saying, "Well, what the fuck are we still doing here?"
I don't remember all the details but I do remember us having sex the rest of the night. I remember us pressing our cocks together, us both looking down to see them intertwined. I remember thinking how soft his skin was over such hard muscles. Relationship was already on my mind, even before the night was over, but I realized after weeks of getting to know him it wasn't the right time for either of us. That didn't mean we had to stop having sex though.
The morning after we met he took me to a pool party where Jeff and his other bros were hanging naked, swimming, watching football and gorging themselves. I was horrified when they wanted me to take my clothes off. I didn't do it. I just couldn't expose myself so early to a bunch of hot muscle-bound guys. Nathan thought it was cute at the time because he knew exactly why I wouldn't take off my pants. He had never seen anyone last as long as I did that night and he noticed the hardon in my pants.
Through over a decade of life's events the three of us got to know each other more and more and the friendship grew into a family bond that will never be broken. Nathan and I didn't hook up for good for ten years after those few weeks of dating and playing with each other. I can say that single point changed my life, right there in that Washington Avenue club on that black ledge at the edge of the dance floor. I am so different from that guy who sat timidly on the edge of the party. I have Nathan and Jeff to thank for helping make me into the man I am today.
So now you know. That is how we met.