A Year in a Closet

Foreword

SEX—WITH A TOUCH OF VIOLENCE

I knew his name was Whitney, and that he was an architect and married. Even when he stopped being my customer and became my lover, it seemed enough to know. What was important was that we made it together—two guys who could really satisfy each other. I’d even begun to like that little extra, the sadistic side trip he needed.

I wondered if he had other people working on him in that way. If he did, I figured, it could be dangerous for him. What I didn’t know was just how dangerous giving Whitney his kicks would be for me…

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FOR A GUY WHO DIGS GUYS—

THE EMBARCADERO IS THE SCENE

I’d come in June on a two-week vacation because the action was here. There were plenty of guys—all looking for it. So when Belson admired my equipment and offered to start me out with some clients, I moved to San Francisco and became a hustler.

Belson mentioned that certain customers might have funny hangups, which was an understatement; some of them were weird. Most, though, offered only a few common variations on the same old themes. There hadn’t, for a fact, been anything really jarring until this architect whispered his little formula…

When I got to know him better, I realized there was a lot more about him that was different. By then, I was in so deep, tangled so tight, I might never be free to come and go as I liked again!