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"Flashlight! Neon light!" The music blared out, the disco ball came down, and once again I was at the Sentinel in Castro. Hot summer Saturday nights like this were the best. As usual I'd have relaxed during the day with some booze or poppers, and of course made myself ready for another night of sexual liberation. Donna Summer, along with occasional Bette Midler music played for a change of pace on those 33 records, and as usual I was the young twenty something wearing provocative clothing. It was a way of emerging, of owning my gay prowess by wearing see through mesh shorts and a powder blue shirt, along with platform shoes that gave me a couple extra inches of height. Before rolling out to the Sentinel, I'd feed my cats, and make sure I was smooth where it counted. Back then I also used to paint my eyelids greenish sultry colors, and even put on a light application of lipstick. Yes as you're probably imagining, I wanted to be every man's desire. It was hormonal, sexual, and I didn't plan on leaving the bathhouse until I had my prerequisites for fun. This would include drinking, maybe sniffing a line, and absolutely bottoming for some of the best looking guys. My blonde hair was spiked up, and my facial expressions were a bit pouty, although I was in no way transgender. Back then they had it harder than they do now. Actually we all did, as this was just prior to the HIV/AIDS epidemic that would come crashing down on us. Not trying to depress you, but please watch "And the Band Played On," to understand the devastation and sadness brought down to the bathhouse lifestyle and friends.
Walking in, if the bouncer Bill was working, I'd always peck him on the cheek if working the front door. He was a really nice guy, especially it felt comforting to have him doing security. He was a sheriff deputy, and one of us, although in those days he had to be very discreet. Sentinel was smart to hire him though, as he got rid of, the few jerks who are in every group of people away. One night he went full on fists with a drunk patron. It was a sight to behold, but Bill took care of him via knockout, and putting him outside. It's quite comical to look back. Actually how fast time flies, as it seems like yesterday Abba was playing "Dancing Queen", and all of us were carefree. As the song lyrics mentioned, "having the time of our lives."
This evening I first went to the bathing area, and it was so good to be naked. Other men started to show up, as did the drinks. I had my usual gin with lime concoction, and sized up the guys. There were some studs tonight, and I felt myself vying for Jacob. He was also 21 with a nice physique, standing in at six feet and probably 180 pounds or so. With his penis visible below the water line, I knew I wanted what were in those balls below. The horny sensation had come over fast, and I chatted with him and other guys in the mix. Finally it was him and me, as it seemed an invisible chasm had brought us together. His blue eyes and light brown hair, even the cologne he was wearing was, getting me further into his zone. Soon we were kissing, and he was feeling my penis in the water. Oh how hard I was, and between kissing, I told him "let's go get a private room."
Upon paying the fee, Jacob held me in his strong arms. He kissed my lips and our tongues danced in unison to the disco. All I can remember audio wise, was the "beep beep" song, as the lights came on, and our passion enveloped instantaneously on the fuck couch. It had the 70s banana yellow plush, and soon I was on my knees, taking his manhood into my mouth. He tasted so good. Oh wow he had the dream cock, with precum on my tongue, and as I gently massaged his testes his blue eyes rolled upwards. Oh yes I had him, but soon I was on my back. We were kissing again. Hot breath. That cologne smell again. He had my cock in his mouth and was fingering my tight hole.
As his fingers slid in, I pushed down and held on, and I saw him smile. He knew I was going to be tight for him. Lubing me up, we tried a variety of positions. I liked how he did me from behind, but my favorite was my feet up on his shoulder blades, as he plowed further into my insides. Oh my cock was so hard, and I just couldn't take it anymore, as the pleasant pressure caused me to erupt. Cum was everywhere, and I remember screaming, and him touching my cum and placing it in my mouth. We kissed again. His body was lithe, rigid, and not long after this he exploded in my ass. I took every bit of his breeding, and we smiled together embracing. He was such a gentleman too, ordering us more drinks, and holding hands was magical. We danced for a couple hours, drank some more, and returned to the room. He really was a bucking bronco, and I now discovered that he was on horny goat weed. This supplement was for real, as he literally rocked my world again, and soon was my favorite partner of lust at the bathhouses.