breedable70 Posted Thursday at 02:37 AM Report Posted Thursday at 02:37 AM I was a high school junior and 17 years old. For the first time, my parents were going to leave me by myself for a weekend and I was not going to waste a chance at doing something I was in a big hurry to do. I knew an older guy who told me he'd take out to 'the bars' whenever I wanted to go. Once I knew the dates my parents would be gone, we started making plans. The older guy was maybe 27, at most, who I had met in a mall bathroom with a glory hole. The bar was called Keys (at the first location), at E 9th and Bolivar, in Cleveland, OH. I remember being most worried about being asked for an ID but I was tall and cute and for some reason they never asked. The bar itself was a small cocktail bar and it was, by far, the most glamorous place I had ever been to in my life. It was decorated in that 1980's postmodern style with shiny black lacquer furniture and dramatic lights pointing at glam floral arrangements and at framed Patrick Nagel prints hanging on the walls. I remember saying to my friend that the next time we came, I should bring cigarettes in order to look more cool. He told me how to ask the bartender for a drink, and the only drink name I could think of was one I'd heard on TV and thought sounded very sophisticated, a 7 & 7. I didn't really like but drank it down anyway. After we left Keys, my friend drove us around downtown Cleveland and pointed out where the other bars and baths were located. Since no one was expecting me at home I went back to my older friend's trailer (yes, a trailer) and he fucked my brains out. We fucked around for a few more weeks but we never went back to the bars together again. I did run into him again a year or so later at the bathhouse where I was becoming a regular. but that's another story. 1 1 Quote
amsrat Posted Thursday at 09:21 PM Report Posted Thursday at 09:21 PM In the early 80s, The Cellar Bar London, Leather bar under the club Heaven. I was seriously underage but some skinheads got me in and looked out for me. It was a great place. So may hot guys. 2 Quote
pozcubsf Posted yesterday at 04:26 AM Report Posted yesterday at 04:26 AM 1986. I was 17 and went to the only gay bar in Saskatoon. It was November 11th Quote
Norcalfukkr Posted yesterday at 06:12 AM Report Posted yesterday at 06:12 AM The cockpit in San Francisco for me. It was an eye opener to the fun world of the gay bar scene. Lots of men, sexy bartenders, booze, dancing. Bodies rubbing against each other. My favorite thing was the cruising aspect, the lust in every dude’s eyes as we made out and fucked in the bathroom stall. Good times. Quote
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