I was 21, closeted, extremely frustrated and horny; I was 5' 2", fairly toned and extremely young looking. The ironic thing about the whole situation was I lived in San Francisco area yet was too afraid the to explore the gay places I've heard of. Finally, after yet another night of hanging out with a straight hunky friend who I had the worst crush on, I decided enough was enough and I was going to the Castro and see what kind of men were around. Knowing nothing of the Castro, I headed to the one place I was familiar with--Tower Records. I was practically begging strangers to pick me up and as I passed them by with my wide-eyed interest and curiosity. The word "cruising" hadn't entered my vocabulary yet but I was trying to discretely check everyone out while casually perusing through the racks of CD's.
After 30 minutes into this, I decided it was more frustrating being surrounded by guys I wanted to sleep with than hanging out with my unrequited love. I paid for the CD I chose and walked out of the store upset at the whole thing.
While waiting at the crosswalk, I noticed an older guy (around 40, I guessed) standing near me looking at me, smiling. He was attractive, nicely built and had moustache. He had been at Tower, too, and he struck up a conversation about the CDs we just bought. We were still talking after having crossed the street and walked to my car. He asked me if I was interested in listening to some music; his apartment was just around the corner. I leaped at this chance!! His name was Travis and he was an architect. I was amazed at his abode; lithographs and statues of naked male bodies decorated his place. He put on some music and asked me if I wanted something to drink, which proved to be a glass of wine (which helped me calm down.)
After 30 minutes into this, I decided it was more frustrating being surrounded by guys I wanted to sleep with than hanging out with my unrequited love. I paid for the CD I chose and walked out of the store upset at the whole thing.
While waiting at the crosswalk, I noticed an older guy (around 40, I guessed) standing near me looking at me, smiling. He was attractive, nicely built and had moustache. He had been at Tower, too, and he struck up a conversation about the CDs we just bought. We were still talking after having crossed the street and walked to my car. He asked me if I was interested in listening to some music; his apartment was just around the corner. I leaped at this chance!! His name was Travis and he was an architect. I was amazed at his abode; lithographs and statues of naked male bodies decorated his place. He put on some music and asked me if I wanted something to drink, which proved to be a glass of wine (which helped me calm down.)