During dinner, I began feeling very groggy (am convinced he slipped me something) and he offered to let me ‘sleep off the night’s drinking’ for a while. Little did I know he meant that in a literal sense, LOL. He offered to take me home for a ‘home cooked meal as you look like you could use a little more meat on your bones’. I was a 17 year old Navy boi fresh out of boot camp and some rather hot looking steroid hog (bodybuilder type) picked me up at a bar I happened to walk into only having been aware of the fact that everyone there seemed so ‘friendly’ to each other (had never heard of a gay bar before then). That having been said, my own first gay encounter was similarly casual in that I had never met my first gay partner before the day we had sex, although it was about a half dozen years earlier than your encounter. I by that time in history would have been absolutely petrified of sleeping with anyone who frequented such a ‘casual sex’ venue for fear of catching the death of me (literally). If my memory serves (and it usually does), by 1983, we were already hearing horror stories of the ‘gay cancer’ (then called GRID, but later renamed to AIDS). Trippy: Well, you certainly had balls (or were pretty foolish), Trippy.
