Several men greeting him as they came into and left the bar, so I figured he was a local. He was a high school football coach who was recently divorced with two grown children. Throughout the rest of the evening and numerous alcoholic beverages he and I got to know each other. "This one's on me birthday boy," said Larry as he ordered a beer for me.
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I loved how he was free with his thoughts and body. The song "Heat Wave" resonated throughout the bar, prompting Larry to move his body in sync to the music. "Thank you," I said, starting to feel he was interested in me. "Well damn, happy birthday," said Larry, holding his beer up for a toast.
"A little young for this place, ain't ya?" he asked, turning to look at me. After exchanging handshakes, it was just Larry and I together. I figured the two were a couple until Roy got up to say he was going home. I thought I felt an extra squeeze on Larry's handshake a good amount of eye contact. The white man was named Roy and the Black man Larry. After a while I was able to join in on the conversation the two friendly men were having. New to the cruising scene, I had little idea what to do so I decided to sit next to him. One man in particular caught my attention, a middle-aged black man with a stocky build who sat with a drinking partner. After ordering a beer, I nervously walked around as many eyes were upon me. This one was no different.īeing a Saturday night, the place was busy with an assortment of men. Back then they were not as open and were in industrial sites or alley ways. I drove about an hour to get into the city and my first gay bar. Been told many times that it sits high and round, which might explain why I tend to attract top men. At that age I was told I was fairly good looking, boyish face, decent body. I will start when I turned 18 which was also the legal drinking age back then where I lived. But, by far, my experiences have been with many good people, often with other sexual addicts. Luckily, I am healthy and still going strong despite some close calls with dangerous people, and often unsafe sexual practices. This is also a story of sexual addiction which has often led me to problem situations when my need to get off with a man has put me into several predicaments. What makes it interesting is that each man was different, physically, mentally and emotionally which made each sexual experience unique. There's no plot device here, just plenty of good sex. I've had plenty of boring sex, but it is forgotten or not worth writing about. Each chapter will highlight a different man, or men, but I will only focus on the really good sex that left an impression. Though I have topped a few men, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as being on the receiving end. I discovered early on that I was meant to take dick, whether it be in my mouth or ass. I also had an attraction to blue collar types of all ages. But one thing all the men had in common was their body type, ranging from average to stocky to obese. Later I began to enjoy the company of Asian men as well. Most of the men who I have had sex with were either Black or Hispanic. I was born and raised in a community where white flight reared its ugly head so by the time, I was about eight years old the community I lived in and schools I went to was majority African American. Dialogue is added to bring forth the personality of each man, but it is, of course mostly made up. By very young I mean puberty so I will not write about those experiences. The scenes are the best I can remember but considering I started very young, and am now over sixty years old, some of it will be fictionalized but close to the actual occurrence. The guys are real, but their names have been changed. The story I am writing is my various sexual experiences, mostly with Black men.