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That evening I prepared myself for excess. The early 1980's was when we could start, coming out of the closet and experiencing who we are. Years before my gay brethren would be harassed or worse. Yet in the bathhouses of San Francisco I could be myself. These were carefree days, as while soon this would change, it was in many ways a period of unfettered debauchery. Us gay men believed sex and its release, were healthy for us. That is true to a degree, but years later the AIDS quilt became a terrifying reminder. Good music would be at the bathhouse today, and the warm Bay Area weather was so pleasant. Shaving my privates in the shower, and doing more poppers, as a 20 year old I was looking forward to drinking and getting plundered.
For those who experienced the 80's, it was a decade of fun and discovery. We'd do lines of coke in the open, at least at private clubs, and the music produced the best dance music ever. There were so many hit songs. I cranked music on my boombox in the shower, cleaning up for an inevitable wild night. Wearing only tight high cut orange shorts, with a tight t shirt, there wasn't much to imagine about my body. Combing my blonde hair and adding some eye liner, I was going to get picked up by another man or bunch of guys. It was an adrenaline thrilling experience, as every Saturday night at O Mara's bathhouse I would seduce the best looking men with my kisses and charm. I readied myself but using more poppers, and was at the bathhouse at 7 pm.
As usual I paid my entrance fee, and walking in, I could hear the naturally turn you on sound of guys getting it on. Hard as a rock I took off my clothes, put the wallet and keys in the locker, and strolled out to my favorite area. I saw so many handsome men, and liked how they sized me up as I entered this area. It wasn't long until a handsome brown haired guy bought me a drink. Terry was a flight attendant for Pan American, and we both were in the jacuzzi together. Our cocktail drinks clanked as we talked, and he was such a tall good looking man. Another few cocktails, and the temperature was rising. Other guys close by, whether engaged with a partner, or enjoying the views were getting aroused. The electricity of sexual passion and attraction were akin to a Richter scale.
These bathhouses were so huge. For those too young to remember, they had private rooms, and then some areas where guys would engage in hot ass trains. Drinking, drugs, and booze was prevalent. There also was a code, that even if you had a steady partner, this was the Wild West of random hookups. I couldn't count with my fingers how many guys I scored with. It was a badge of honor. Distinction really. Several days I would endlessly make out with a man, and end up full of their cum inside me. The hookup rate was shockingly high, and we definitely got experience 24/7.
Terry was an amazing conversationalist. Well versed in numerous subjects, I enjoyed it when he put the hot jets on. Warm water bubbling around us, before I knew what happened we were kissing like long time lovers. Reaching down he was so hard, and damn was he equipped. Our kissing got more strong and intense. With his hands around my hips our tongues danced together, and I was losing any inhibitions that I couldn't fight if I wanted to. There was going to be a reckoning between us, and soon he pushed me up and got out of the small pool. Guys definitely watched us, as we wore nothing, kissing and rubbing our hard cocks together. Yet eventually he led me to a private room with a twin bed, and the heat alone dried us off.
Soon we were on the bed. On top of me he kissed me with young vigor, and I felt floored as his hard huge cock mashed into mine. Pheromones and the smell were enveloping us. He was an amazing kisser, and I couldn't remember a make out session like this. He had me completely, and as we kissed, I felt his magic hands go over my chest. Playing with my aroused nipples. Before I could do anything he sucked my nips, and his warm palms were caressing my extraordinary hard cock and full balls. I wanted him so much, and was full of zeal for him. Before I could do anything, he was going down on my hard penis. Fully riled up, it was as if time stopped. Terry went down on me, and took my entire manhood in his mouth. I was ecstatic and he made me crazier, looking into my eyes caused even more excitement. He knew what he was doing, and he licked my hole, starting to finger me. Magical is the only word. The pulses of pleasure made him crazy, and I was soon squirming all over the bed. My legs parted for him, as I panted with that long tongue of his, and those eye opening fingers. I so lusted to have him in me, and simply put I couldn't resist.
Soon I had my way with him, as I slithered down the bed. His huge veiny beautiful cock in my mouth. Seeing his labored breathing, and his screams of ecstasy were pure bliss. Nothing more do I enjoy then having a guy in my mouth, and I spit on his hardness, and went to town on him. That precum on my lips, I swallowed some of his delicious taste. Musky perfection as I went all the way down, my gag reflex was tested to the max. Finally he kept saying "I'm going to cum baby," and I knew where I wanted that.
Bending over on the bed, I offered up myself to him. Soon that tongue and fingers gave me a preview of the event to happen. He knew what he was doing. Terry was so aggressive, and soon he inserted his manhood inside me. At first he was a bit too much, as while I had experienced long men, he also had a pulsating thickness I still haven't felt since. He went in half inch by half inch, and soon we both grunted. There was real stars that were apparent, and I felt as I pushed down, he was all the way inside me. Totally deep no room at all. I loved being plunged like this, and his balls bounced all over my butt cheeks.
Eventually I rode him. We kissed and it felt so good, when he touched my cock at the same time. This bliss and awestruck pleasure, I had to focus not to nut quite yet. Finally though nature took over, and as our lips connected, we clinaxed together. His hot load in me made me orgasm too, and I shook all over like a disheveled rag doll. He pulled my hair and kissed me, and I knew right there I was with a real man. Soon we passed out in each others arms, as I knew this was the beginning of something special.