First off thank you nifty! This is a work of fiction, although thinking about it makes me feeling horny. If you can could you please support nifty in any way, as writing and reading is therapeutic for many of us.
All the best Terry,
"Heart of Glass" reverberated in the lobby. The unmistakable voice of Blondie's Deborah Harry, blended into the bath house Trapezo's in the Castro District of San Francisco. For those who haven't been to this city, I'm happy to recommend it, as the people and weather are wonderful. It's a place with its own vibe. No other city on earth, any country or continent, has anything in common with the place that's known for the Golden Gate Bridge. The 80s were a wild time of excess, drugs, yuppies, and sadly the AIDS blanket project. Indifference at first but eventually good changes, and also more rights for the LGBT community were established.
"The Tide is High" played next at Trapezo's. Boozed up, having smoked weed, earlier I was sober as I walked by the homeless encampments. These aren't as romantic as the trolley cars, and the hilly streets, so many know of from famous movies. The weather was around 80 on this pleasant May day, and earlier the fog on the bay looked amazing. It's almost like watching puffs of smoke disappear over water, and as a relatively new resident, I still found it a mysterious sight. Also I had experienced my first earthquake that week. As a young man who left my bigoted family in Iowa, I didn't know what stability was, and the shaking had brought back bad memories in ways I couldn't imagine. Thankfully I had a kind lifelong resident roommate, who accepted me as a person, my lifestyle, and guided me through this new fear.
Carl explained to me about the San Andreas fault. He drew me a picture of Teutonic plates, and how they shifted, which caused this phenomenon that pardon the pun "shook me up." It really had frightened me. It was like the floor became jelly, and the sound was similar to a freight train, along with unusual creaking noises. This wasn't a bad one registering in the 5's on the Richter scale, but it had been enough to make me question my decision to go west. Instead of corn here was this big city, located on the geological "ring of fire," yet thanks to Carl I was more calm now. The aftershocks weren't too bad, and I wondered how the 1849 crowd who came here for gold, adjusted to this unbelievable nothing you can control development. Now instead of gold panning, was a big city, and people were everywhere.
At first the diversity shocked me. So did the rent prices, but I was lucky to have an excellent employer. Also the hustle and bustle were all new to me, but the liberation of being gay and human alone was a relief. Being a young guy at 22, I had my eyes opened in new ways that couldn't have been replicated in Des Moines. Gay pride parades were outstanding, and I went to these, now best to be described gaudy events that brought thousands to the streets. MTV was always on, and I liked waking up to music videos, along with catchy slang. Carl didn't mind it when I turned up the tv for Duran Duran. Also I had Thriller on my record player, and I'm amazed the needle didn't scream from overuse.
Carl had to admit begrudgingly, that I had the "Moon Walk," almost down. I used to practice Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean" in the living room. Being 6 foot and thin, yet coordinated, I was able to watch videos and copy them by visual memory. Soon I had the choreography down pat, and this did generate excitement at nightclubs and bath houses alike. I grew my hair long, and the blonde locks and my green eyes, brought a lot of men to my yard. It was so good to be desired openly, instead of having to accept just getting pounded by a "straight" guy hiding in the relative safety of a hotel room. In high school, I had my first gay experience in woods close to my neighborhood, and met my secret lover after school there.
Matt and I had to be careful. Not only from religious leaders, but our own families, and anyone else. It was living a double agent kind of life. We couldn't kiss, hug, or do anything "gay" in public. I had discovered Matt by growing up close to him, and our parents were all close. We had regular family barbecues, and if either set of our folks knew he made love to me, we'd have been kicked out and disowned immediately. I loved him so much, as he treated me so well. Often he'd bring me good foods at school, and when we had one of our houses free, we'd go at each other for hours. His lips upon mine, and holding on to his hips, as he was inside me were incredible. He was extremely hung, and while the first few times hurt, he eventually made even my prostate create internal cumming that he felt on his shaft as he had his way with me.
I was so smitten by him, his tall frame as well, and his red hair made me go crazy. Seeing him inside me, touching my taint, and kissing led to unbelievable orgasms for both of us. Sadly we didn't get each other's houses and much as we desired. It was safer there, and we could relax more. Sure it was kind of kinky, bent over a log, taking him in me or blowing him under thick brush. Yet it wasn't ideal. There were times we'd have to stop immediately, and a few really close calls. It still makes me shiver, to think if one of those bigoted rednecks caught us. Would they hurt us or worse? I'm glad we never found out, as the words "tolerance" or "acceptance " weren't part of the lexicon. Instead we'd be viewed as evil, doing the devils work, and "fags." Outcasts. Modern day lepers. This doesn't mean there weren't other gay people, but coming out could have severe implications.
Eventually the pressure became so much, and Matt and I had to cut off our relationship. I would so miss hugging him, kissing his masculine lips, and making him so very happy. I loved him dearly, and it broke my heart, when he decided to end our love affair. It wasn't a surprise, but it did hurt. No doubt about it, as I cried night after night in my bedroom quietly. My parents asked me what was wrong, but I lied about high school stressing me out. "Those advanced classes are getting to me." This lie caused my parents to pull me out of them, and it was back to basic math and science. Further disillusioned, I felt school was punishment, as seeing Matt walk the halls without looking my ways ripped me apart even more. I soon withdrew from just about everything, went off to college, and got a job with a legal firm in California. Finally I was free to be who I was, and to be gay, and it was okay. Many of my colleagues were gay, and it felt like, an anvil of weights had been taken off my chest. Here I could breathe. I could be me.
On off days I'd date. There were no steady boyfriends, but I liked being wined and dined. While I saw several men romantically, Bradley was my favorite. He was a bit older than me, and a criminal law attorney. His intellect and yes he was tall and with Scandinavian features, he was one very sexy man. It didn't hurt that he was a tremendous kisser and passionate lover, and we spent hours holding hands visiting museums, or riding him connected on his splendid king sized mattress. He had amazing stamina due to his relative youth, vigor, and came inside of me with huge volcanic like eruptions that let me know, I turned him on immensely. This made me cum more, and he was such a gentleman. Quite often at my desk would be a handwritten card from him with a card and chocolates. He treated me to delicious steaks I couldn't dream of affording. Yet he was quite often busy in court, and being 22 I needed consistency.
That's where the bathhouses and I became connected. This was the most eye opening, and adrenaline thrilling experience of my lifetime. They all were fun, but Trapezo's was my favorite spot. Mostly due to the warm welcome of the staff, and the sexiest tops were there. I had a thing for fellow blonde haired guys, and my athletically thin tight body brought them to my yard. It was so good, to walk around once inside with my low cut swim suit, that showed my obviously shaved penis under the "wrapping paper." With my smooth bubble butt, I could get whoever I wanted. On the night mentioned the Blondie music blared, and I went into the quiet bath rooms. This one was full of guys of every background, age and the booze and weed were kicking in. I also had done some poppers, and was feeling especially horny. My 7 inches of man were obvious. The guy next to me smiled, looking down at the opening at the top of my waist band. I smiled back at him and he said, "your penis is beautiful." Blushing I thanked him, and noticed he was hard, as was every guy in the bath. The hot water felt really good. My self conscious feelings went away, and I tossed my bathing suit on the ledge. Some of the men were nude already, why not join them?
Bette Midler had been and always will be for bath houses. This would be the early predecessor to Grindr and other apps, that are just a phone screen away. All people, gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, deserve equality. Whether it's love or passionate hookups, no one should be judged harshly or treated like a second class citizen. Older men had told me about Bette Miller's career start in bathhouses. I had no clue, but always cried to her song "The Rose." It pulled on my heart strings like no other record, and her voice was that of an angel. After hearing what she did for the bathhouses I was impressed, and got the chance to hug her, for her contributions to equal rights. She was so wonderful in person. I had expected her to be "like other celebrities, and standoffish." She was sweet when I thanked her, and told her how "The Rose," always made me cry due to its profound beauty. I'm sure everyone says that to her. Perhaps she hears this daily. Yet she treated me with a hug like I was the first to tell her.
Carl used to cringe when he heard this song. It became a joke between us. His girlfriend appreciated the lyrics, voice, and performance of it. She and I quickly became close and soon "Carl's bitches club." Martha taught me how to put on light rouge to accentuate my features, and also even how to paint my nails, which I did occasionally. Her company was terrific. We still are in touch these days. Sadly her and Carl broke up several years later, and it was rather acrimonious. Yet years later they are Facebook friends, despite her marrying and him as well. She moved to New York, where I've visited her husband and children. It's nice being called "Uncle Teddy," and she and her husband know, that I'm not some degenerate pervert. They trust me with their kids, and I would do all I can, to keep them safe and accept them no matter what. Carl and I have drifted apart, although we still talk occasionally, and I hope to meet him, his wife and kids in Seattle someday.
At least on Facebook, I see he's a good husband and provider. His son and daughter are in their teens. He's taken good care of himself, and his wife and him do the annual Christmas cards in their seasonal pajamas. He did have to laugh, when I thanked him for the postcard but called it "gay as a three dollar bill." He knew it was a joke, and now that I could say this, showed how far gay people were making it in society. Still in San Francisco I had moved up the corporate ladder, owned a townhouse in the good part of town. Instead of getting pounded in bathhouses, I was regularly pulled over and ticketed for speeding in my Porsche. At least the police were polite writing the tickets, acknowledging the beautiful German engineering of my ride. Who knew I'd be wearing Versace suits and ties? Not bad for a guy who grew up with corn stalks.
His name was Patrick. The warm water and booze were like the mythical islands of lesbos, and his voice was so masculine. He was in his early thirties, and was so hard in his bathing suit. Actually every guy was, and I was too, as I enjoyed being completely vulnerable. Exposing myself and being free of clothing was hot, and Patrick even acknowledged "he liked how I shaved my pubic area." He was turned on and I wanted to have him. It was nice having a conversation with him, but after he bought me a drink, I started to feel far more relaxed. I wanted him to take me. So desired his kisses, touch, and him inside me as I was getting very turned on. His blonde hair and muscular body were Adonis like, and we kissed finally. His lips were sweet and salty, and his breathing speed increased as I touched his chest. Tongues together, he smiled. Then he said "join me in a room Terry, please!"
I complied without hesitation, leaving my bathing suit where it was. Other men were kissing in the hot water, one couple was engaged in 69 on the floor next to the pool. Absolutely hot, to see them sucking each other off, and could hear them moaning over the water sounds. Patrick held my hands in his, and opened the door to a hallway. Guys were in the hall doing poppers and drinking. It was chaos as the song "Upside Down," with that bass riff was cranked up high. Soon I felt Patrick's other hand on my ass, which brought my temperature up even more, and he opened a door. In there was a bed with a plaid bedsheet, and he scooted me on to it.
There I was nude, panting. Patrick took his underwear off, and his hard penis was absolutely stunning. He was a good six inches plus, with the low hanging balls, that I knew would be extra sensitive. Lying there I was siked up as he got on the bed, and we kissed. Our tongues danced, the room spun, as soon he was sucking my smooth eight inches of diamond cutter hard penis. He was so good at it. I know I must have been leaking precum. In fact I looked down and on his lips my sperm was like fishing line coming down, and my toes curled in pleasure. My fingers grabbed the well used bed sheets to leave another imprint. He was fingering me and the feeling was so intense. It was like a cosmic eruption of being awakened, with a sense of peaceful foreboding, that allowed me tranquility and bliss. His fingers were magical, and him sucking my balls was truly exhilarating.
Soon my instincts took over. I kissed him and told him to "lie down." Patrick looked so good, and i caressed his very hard pulsating penis in the palm of my warm hands. He moaned and I went down his body, kissing his neck and nipples, before I got down to my primal requirements. First I wanted him to feel my warm hands, and for my nerve endings to experience his hardness. His penis was truly perfect, and I loved the feeling of his big almond sized testicles. Seeing his back arch, I had him, and as my lips and tongue got him orally, it was me who was in total control. Lapping away at his manhood like a cat does with a milk bowl, I throated him and he just screamed in pure ecstasy. His fingers and toes curling, I hungrily took him in my mouth. Seeing his eyes close then roll, oh yes it was time.
Lubing my asshole, and putting it all over his genitals, I sat down on him one inch at a time. Easy does it. At first there was pain, but with breathing and mind tricks, I blocked that out and focused on making sure I satisfied him. He was hitting my prostate. My penis was rock hard again, and we kissed again as my balls were sitting on his abdomen now. He touched my privates as we kissed, and soon waves of pleasure were filling me everywhere. From my insides out the goosebumps appeared, and I convulsed with moans of pleasure as I rode him with everything I had. I turned around so he could see my ass, and watch himself disappear into me. Oh yes he was all the way in, and the sensation was sending me and him to cloud nine. Two became one. I was panting and he was too.
He pushed me up, ravaging me from behind. Spanking my ass, grabbing my hips, I felt every thrust all the way through my spine and rib cage. This wasn't my first time but it was the best, as sweat poured out, and our pheromones made the room turn into a sweet sex scent. Oh he really was getting into it, thrusting with purpose and all the way in me. I couldn't take it anymore as my teeth bit my lips, blood mixing in with saliva as I cried out in joy. Soon I exploded all over the bed, as the clicking noise from my ass, his dick, and the lube meshed together. He was so strong, so flexible as even though my load had shot out of me, it felt amazing and like an out of body experience with him fucking my brains out.
I touched his balls, and they were tightening up. He was a sweaty mess too, and soon I felt him lunge, his hot seed flying into my bottom. Oh yes he continued sliding in as his sperm, his DNA, his essence were now a part of my humanity. Being bred by him was exceptional, and we both watched his semen rolling out of my insides. Kissing we continued to spend time at Trapezo's, and we eventually went back to the bath, and kissed as two shorter guys made love out in the open. Penises were being jerked, by guys or their partners, and the music outside thumped as we watched the free entertainment taking place around us. Drinking and relaxed, my ass stretched and feeling so good, I felt at ease for the first time in my life.