10I went to the Stud, the favorite bar for longhaired gays, almost every weekend and to the Mindshaft during the week. It was a pleasant surprise when I found not only a willing dance partner but also a man also interested in spending the night with me. But for all the time I spent in the bars, my few s****l encounters were usually brief and not always satisfactory, so I started going to the baths once a week.
One evening in the orgy room of Ritch Street Baths, someone put his arms around me while I was still waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I felt his firm body, beard, and longish hair and liked the way he kissed. I couldn’t see a thing but the image of a lion’s had momentarily flashed in my mind.
Within minutes we went from intense kissing while standing up to passionate
