My g/f had dumped me, and for a long time, I couldn't get a date (this is the pre-internet era). I was horny and went to a gay club. I just wanted someone to ask me to dance, but no one did. I felt rejected. Before leaving, I asked a guy to dance, but nothing clicked, and I went home, more frustrated than ever. Maybe for the best, AIDS wasn't yet a thing.
Not much or a bar guy to start with (I am not "dry" per se but don't drink alcohol much) so not sure it is where I would go looking for company. Curiosity? Maybe.
There's an element of heat in this story.
Consuming Fire of Her Desire - Elements comp entry
Was at a biker bar that a bunch of gays did their thing. After I had been friends with the bikers for a while one of them suggested I need to let one of the fags suck me off. Time went on and one work night I stopped in late and this guy offer a few of us rides home. They whispered about who was going to be with me the driver won and soon we were in my bed.