For those of you, like me, who do not feel that you have any money for Nifty convince a friend to give for both of you.
This story is for adults in countries where this is legal.
My name is Gaylord Kenney (Pete) McDaniel. The following is a true story. It is part of a larger chronicle of my life before and during the start of AIDS in San Francisco.
John Gordon, The First Great Love
My mother and grandmother had just spent a week visiting me in my South of Market studio apartment. Grandmother knew I was gay but had told me not to tell my mother as she didn't think Mom could handle it.
I had been living in San Francisco for 10 years. I had found that I liked to top and was involved with S&M in the leather community.
They left on a Wednesday morning and early that afternoon I went out to get laid. I had been averaging 9 tricks per week and after not even jacking off while I shared my studio apartment with my grandmother and mother I was looking for sex.
I lived three blocks from the San Francisco Eagle and stopped there for a drink before going to a gay bath house. I walked into an empty bar, it was 2 pm, and only the bartender and one customer were there. The bar is a rectangle and the red head had his back to me. I walked around to the other side so that I could see his face.
The bartender asked what I wanted to drink. I replied " Scotch and water and what ever he is having. I plan on taking him home."
He was "The Boy Next Door". Green eyes, red hair, milky skin. High and tight cut hair and clean shaven. Great smile and an animated face. His name was John and he was in San Francisco on leave from the Marine Corp Base at Camp Pendelton near San Diego.
I found out later that his parents has come to San Francisco to be with him and he had told them that he was leaving shortly after they returned to Kansas City. He lied. He had four more days in San Francisco and was looking for and had found hot heavy sex.
After the first drink we walked to my apartment on 9th street. As he was stripping he told me that he had been fisted so I thought I can do that if that is what he wants. I spread his ass cheeks and found three one inch tears radiating from his ass hole. I slapped his ass and told him to wait a minute and went and got antibiotic cream and applied it to his open wounds.
I then asked what else he liked to do. He replied that all his life he liked having his balls abused and hit. So I started to squeeze his nuts. The harder I squeezed the harder his dick got. I have large strong hands, but my left hand could not squeeze his balls hard enough to make him use my safety word!
We had a great afternoon of cock sucking and me working his balls. He was concerned with my pleasure as well as his own. I found out that he had a "relationship" with someone in Leos Angles.
He was almost six feet tall with a runner's body. No fat and lean strong muscles. His crotch hair was bright red. His six inch cock was milk white until he became excited, when it turn red as well.
After supper I took him to a sex club called The Caldron. You checked your clothes at the door and they had space for 200 guys. There were seven slings and two bath tubs. I showed him around to the dark areas where you could have sex in the dark and not know who you were doing or who was doing you. We pissed on guys in the bath tubs.
I put him in a sling and we drew a small crowd as I swung him by his balls. I would get him halfway down and then yank him back up against his full body weight. His dick just got harder.
After three hours I told him to have a good time as I needed to get some sleep to go to work tomorrow. We agreed to meet for lunch next day at "Utters Mill" in the financial district.
After I left, someone asked if he would let them swing him by his balls as I had. He agreed. Whoever it was was afraid to do what he needed. After 10 minutes of gentle swinging John told him, "You can do it a lot harder." Another five minutes and John lost his patience and told the guy, "Don't you hear your mother calling?
John was a good fuck and fun to be with. I enjoyed being with him but had no thought of starting a relationship. He was already seeing some one and I was getting as much sex as I wanted. We spent his remaining two days together and I took him to my favorite Italian restaurant, Caffee Cozilino and to the leather bars on Folsom Street. He got a lot of attention. He was only 23 (24 years younger than I) and had an open smile for everyone. At 47 I was the dirty old man with the hot red head in tow.
In late July I flew to San Diego to spend a weekend with him. He lived off base and we hit the local bath house and the gay bars. Did the tourist things in San Diego, old town, and the Coronado Hotel. He had friends off base but it was a 20 minute drive to San Diego from Camp Pendelton. Again a fun weekend and I really enjoyed his company.
I asked how his relationship in Las Angels was going and he said fine. Good for him I thought. But he never mentioned him to me.
Two weekends later I invited him to come up to San Francisco for the weekend. He begged off for lack of money. Enlisted men are not well paid as I well knew. Since I knew that he wanted to come I told him that I would pay for his flight and that he could cover his own food while he was here. He came up in August and again a fun time for both of us.
Turned out he had a college degree and an acting background. He was a good conversationalist with something to say.
A strong friendship developed and I was happy to be able to use my money to keep it going. He had brains as well as being handsome. Our sex kept getting better and better. I can be sadistic and he was certainly a masochist when it came to his balls. Since pain was his turn on I was happy to help. For us, it worked. As it turned out, I never did fist him. He never asked for it and it does nothing for me when I fist someone.
I went down to San Diego in early October and went on base with him. We used the base gym and showered after using the sauna. Most of the marines were still in their late teens and I was so much older they assumed that I outranked them.
There were questioning looks in the shower but no action. Action was the last thing either of us wanted to happen on base.
It was well known in his company that John was gay but no one could prove it. He was well liked and no one tried except for one fool who spread the rumor that John and the company commander, a captain, were having an affair! The company commander called a formation of the entire company minus John and told them all that it was not true. Ha.
When John would have to pull night duty as fire watch and office sitter I would call him around 2 am and have him drop his pants and jack off while he was seated at his desk. Red hair around a red cock.
Halloween in San Francisco was a big deal. The Castro area dressed up in everything imaginable. High drag was the thing for the drag queens. One friend of mine who as 6' 4" went in six inch high heels and full drag. In those years the Castro would have 30 to 40 thousand people seeing and being seen. Halloween was "The Night" of the year for the gay community and the Castro was the place to be. So I invited John to fly up for Halloween.
He said he would see if the guy in Las Angles wanted him in L. A.. The guy in L.A. said that he wanted John to come there for Halloween so I said fine, why don't you come up the next weekend and we can go up to the Russian River for a weekend at a gay resort?
He did so. I picked him up at SFO and we drove through San Francisco and on to Guerneville has 14 gay resorts . I took him to "The Highlands" Like all of Guerneville it is in a redwood forest. They have a redwood hot tub that holds 8. John and I were there alone.
The view goes for at least 10 miles with nothing but redwood trees.
I asked him how his time in Las Angles went. Did he have fun?
He said no. When he got there he was ignored the rest of the weekend.
I said to John, "He is a fool".
I asked him, "Would you mind if I chased you?"
He replied, "Would you mind if I ran backwards?"
That was the start of 5 wonder filled years.