Back in the mid eighties, I was a young professional, went out to San Francisco to attend an insurance conference at the Fairmont Hotel. I was alone, and took a walk around the area, went down several blocks and found this steak place. I was alone and I was seated towards the back in a booth. I ordered and talked a bit with the waiter. He asked a lot of questions, and one of them was if I had been so San Francisco. I said no, my first time, I was there for a conference. He said he got off at eleven and if I wanted he would show me around, the seedy San Francisco.

It was my first contact with an obvious gay man. He made no bones about it. He took me around to some pretty seedy places, all gay clubs, some with almost naked men serving tables in a g-string. More than once he patted a penis in it's hammock or a butt cheek. The boys didn't seem to mind, they worked for tips he told me. He encouraged me but I was to shy to try it.

Outside after that club, it was already one in the morning, he told me we would go to one where things got really nasty. A club with an act, of course I was paying. Two men on stage, one bent down on his hands and knees and the other one with his large erection approaching him and it was real as far as I could tell. He assured me it was real, nothing fake at that place.

We ended up at his sleezy apartment, he showed me just how real it was to be on your hands and knees and his erection doing what men like him like to do. For a first time it was easy, I sucked his cock later and he sucked me in return. I spent the night with the window open, totally naked on the bed with him.

I got back to the Fairmont, showered and dressed, got a bite to eat and went to the convention. I was invited out that night by some customers, and we went to the same steak place. My waiter was over attentive, the guys asked if I knew him. I lied, and they made a comment that gays were everywhere so we had to be careful. We went to a strip joint, women of course, with fake tits and rubbing themselves against you.

I'm divorced now, San Francisco is a cesspool, gays are everywhere, of every persuasion. I've been to Hamburg and Amsterdam and Rio, I've been to my share of gay clubs, on my own of course, I sit in the background. I enjoy the acts and the fully naked men showing off their cocks with you can touch for a tip, I tip so they come around often. I'm very careful who I hook up with, lots of questions, and safe sex always. I like men of my generation, I just can't get excited with some young gay man and his problems. Most men I hook up with, over internet dating sights for older gay men, are in the closet as I am. It's always a one time thing, some traveling like I do.

I will say that my first time, back in San Francisco, left me worried for months. It was the era of HIV and I am sure it was totally unprotected sex with a stranger. But I was lucky.