He walks up behind me and pats me on the backside. A perfected man. Gay sex I’m in the Powerhouse Bar in San Francisco, the date is now June 7, 1985. He was at the end of the bar so I walked over to his end and ordered a beer. No way, I don’t want to go through this experience again. No way, I don’t want to go through this experience again. As soon as he’s inside we immediately start to kiss. I’m in the Powerhouse Bar in San Francisco, the date is now June 7, 1985. Speaking of the BAR, I should have picked up a copy because tonight at the Powerhouse on Folsom Street in San Francisco is a special night – Underwear Competition!Once inside the Powerhouse I get a beer, wink at the bartender (he’s a real cutie, may have to put the moves on him later if things don’t work out), and then sit on the bench seat in the corner where I can look at who is walking in and who’s at the bar. But who cares, let’s just take off all our clothes and climb into bed.I look into his face and see a total masculine man looking back.
