Mountaineered in West Virginia

In early December, I traveled to Morgantown, West Virginia, for work.

Morgantown is home to the University of West VA Mountaineers, a scrappy, but talented, football team that almost received an invite to play in the BCS Championship this year. 

When I found out that I'd be working in Morgantown for 4 days and 3 nights, I was curious to see what the gay night life would bring. 

I did the standard Google search for "gay nightlife" in Morgantown, and I was shocked to see that there was actually a bar with a website.  The bar, named Vice Versa, was within walking distance of the university, smack dab in the middle of High Street - the town's main drag. 

The first two nights that I was in town, we didn't finish work until 11:30 p.m.  Each night, I rode with my crew back to our comfortable hotel and crashed in my overly-warm bed. 

On the last night of my trip, however, I grew antsy to check out the "scene," and, consequently, while I was working, I watched the clock like a kid waiting for Santa. 

At 9:00 p.m., we finally finished work.  When we rolled back at the hotel, I tried to dash to the elevators to escape the obligatory co-worker dinner feast in the hotel restaurant. 

My efforts were to no avail.   

When a senior law partner asks you to join the group for dinner, "no" can never be an answer. 

Our dinner and drinking in the nicest restaurant in town (which, coincidentally, was in our hotel) seemed to last a lifetime.   

Finally, at around 10:45 p.m., I hopped in my rental car and drove the short hike to Vice Versa, called "Vice" by the locals.

On High Street, college students flirted, argued, and smoked in front of the dive bars that were flanked by Subways, Burger Joints, clothing stores, and law offices.  I searched for 335 High Street, but missed it on my first drive-by. 

When I turned around for a second attempt, I didn't see it.  There was a 333 and a 337, but no 335. 

I decided to park anyway. 

I found a great parking spot and began my quest to find the hidden gay oasis in the desert of straight testostirone-driven Morgantown. 

After a couple more passes around the appropriate numbers, I noticed a narrow alley between two buildings that led down a steep grade towards a modern parking garage. 

I took a few steps into the alley and spotted a dirty, rainbow flag above a door that appeared to be sealed from the outside.

Shit, this town must've closed it down, I figured. 

Still, I ventured down the alley, alert at all times to any movements around me.  I never felt unsafe, but I did feel that caution and discretion were important at that point in the night, and at that location.

The door beneath the sign was sealed.  However, around the corner, literally behind the building, was another entrance, and a group of girls and guys exited from it and headed down towards the parking garage.  I plunged in.

The alley had been pretty much deserted, but inside Vice, young college boys and girls mingled with gay rednecks and a few hungry bears.  It was fairly packed. 

Not bad for a Thursday night, I thought.

I was the "new meat," and several heads turned when I circled the bar.   

I was horny.  Real horny, actually.  It'd been a helluva week.

I'm a little shy in situations where I'm by myself at a bar (which happens occasionally when I travel for work), and I rarely make eye-contact with people, so I knew that to meet someone, I'd either have to sack up and make the first move, or I'd have to place myself in a position where people felt comfortable coming up to me. 

I went for the second approach.

I grabbed a good spot next to a rail on a raised platform that seperated the dance floor from the bar.   From my perch, I could watch the dancing "bois" and the more masculine, redneck pool players on the other side of the bar.  Plus, people ordering drinks would walk right by me.

The first guy I really noticed was one of the bois.  Michael Jackson's "Thriller" was blaring over the  sound system, and Dancing Boi was on the floor dancing like a stripper all over a cute, but very drunk girl. 

Despite the presence of the girl, there was no doubt in my mind that he was gay - he made eye contact with me throughout the whole song. 

He was damn cute - Hot, actually - but I guessed that he was probably feminine, and I was looking for someone more masculine. 

Still, I didn't write him off. 

"Hey!"  A female voice said from behind me.

I turned around.

A plump blond girl smiled at me, a tropical drink resting between her fingers. 

"Are you straight?"  She asked. 

I smiled.  "No, I'm gay."

"O.k., well, my friend wants to meet you."

I followed her to the pool tables. 

There, a redneck-looking guy in a white tee-shirt and green ballcap greeted me.  His face was rugged and slightly weathered, but not unattractive.  I guessed that he was around 25 years old, but looked a bit older.  A dip can was wearing a ring in the back left pocket of his old Levi's.

"Hey man, what's up?"  He asked.

"Not much.  Just in town for work."

"How long are ya here for?"

"Tonite's my last night.  Cool bar you got here."

"This place?  Yeah, I guess it's alright - gets old."

He paused to hit a couple balls on the table, and I used the opportunity to check out his butt and back muscles - both were nice.

He worked at one of the local chemical plants, and had lived in Morgantown his whole life.  Not all that educated, but he appealed to me in a redneck sorta way. 

Still, it was early, and I wasn't done looking around.  I left to grab another drink.

Back at my perch, I saw that Dancing Boi was still going strong.  Now, the DJ was playing some kind of trance music, and Dancing Boi was getting freaky with the girl.

Despite Dancing Boi's moves, I got tired of watching, and I turned to watch the Virginia Tech game on the television behind the bar.

Consequently, I didn't notice anyone approaching behind me until I felt a hand on my back.

I turned.

It was Dancing Boi.   

His light brown hair and the boyish, barely noticeable goatee that he was trying to grow framed his sexy smile perfectly. 

He wasn't dressed like most of the other students or rednecks in the bar - he was dressed like someone you'd see in Dallas.  Dancing Boi's only touch of redneck was the gold chain around his neck.

"Damn, you're even hotter up close," he said boldly.

Dancing Boi's forwardness impressed me, and I knew that he was the one I wanted. 

I'd been wrong about his mannerisms - he was very masculine in both voice and actions. 

I felt myself growing a bit hard, and had to slyly adjust my boxer briefs when he wasn't looking.

"Thank you.  Nice job dancing out there.  Are you a professional?"  I joked.

He laughed.  "No - I just like to let loose."

"You a student here?"

"Yeah, a senior, thank God." 

He asked me to join their group, and I did.

Two hours later, I snuck Dancing Boi into my hotel, praying that none of my co-workers were up at that late of an hour. 

Luckily, they weren't.

Dancing Boi and I kissed deeply, and I pulled his shirt off and tossed it across the room.

He told me that he had just recently come out, and had only been with one other guy - a guy that he'd dated for a while. 

Consequently, I took it slow. 

I unbuttoned my long sleeve shirt and laid it over the chair.  Dancing Boi came up behind me and kissed my back, causing me to shutter.

He pulled off his jeans and laid back on the bed.  His body was lean and firm, with a moderate amount of hair.  He didn't work out much, but was one of those guys who didn't have to. 

He grinned.

I took off my jeans and climbed onto the bed. 

I smothered him with my body and kissed him deeply.  He kissed back, using his tounge and soft lips on my ears, my neck, and my lips. 

I ran my hands down his lean body and pulled off his boxers, revealing his fully-erect penis.

"I want you in my mouth," he said.

I obliged, and used his mouth as my toy for at least twenty minutes. 

I returned the favor, bringing him to erection and to a very loud session of moaning (which I feared one of my co-workers might've heard). 

We didn't have sex that night, as he was practically a virgin. 

However, work will force me to travel to West Virginia again . . . I hope to finish where we left off.

Luckily, my co-workers didn't hear a thing. 

I slept through the entire flight home.

Comments

[abnitude]

great story. good luck on the return trip. i'm sure he is waiting for the next time too.

[Justin]

HOT! Goes to show there are sexy 'Mo's all over the place...hopefully you get to see him again.

[Jay]

Oh wow. Maybe I shouldn't have written off WV whilst I was in Pittsburgh.

One question tho, what's your thoughts on girls approaching guys for their friends. Especially in a gay bar or club. I've refrained from doing that since I know alot of guys hate it.

But you seemed fine with it.

[Greg]

The state is abbreviated as WV not West VA. We are our own state you know. :)