I was about 22 years old, stationed at Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage, Alaska. I was bored out of my mind one cold winter evening and rather than going to the Airmen’s club on base, I decided to head to town. I parked on 5th Avenue and started walking to the first bar I saw.



The Rendezvous was the name of the bar, in I went. First thing I observed is the bar was shaped like a giant penis. I took a stool at the bar and the bartender walked over to me and took my order. When he brought my drink, he asked if “Do you know where you are?” I must have given him a puzzled look because he said, “You are aware this is a gay bar?” I laughed at him and said, “Well that certainly explains the shape of this bar.” He laughed and told me it was owned by two elderly lesbians, and they had a real hoot designing the bar.

Looking back on it now, the bar tender must have signaled to at least one of the regulars that I was a fresh meat because the moment he turned his back to fill another drink order a tall, well-built dude of about 30 pulled up a bar stool next to me and struct up a conversation. The conversation was light, he told a few jokes and bought me another round. About halfway through that drink he asked, “if I had ever used a popper?” I said “No” and he produced what looked like a Vick’s inhaler and told me to give it a go. Being an idiot, I hit it on one nostril then the other. He laughed at me and ordered another round.

Two gents entered the bar from the street and greeted the patrons at the bar. They proudly announced they had an RV parked outside and suggested it would be great fun to load up the RV with like-minded individuals and go for a spin. They said they have drinks and two beds ready for action! A couple of the guys got up from their table and joined the two at the door and they all left the bar.

I was totally bewildered! I’d had run ins with the Alaskan Highway Patrol and partying in an RV will cruising down the snow covered roads just sounded like a night to be spent in jail. I asked my new acquaintance about it, and he said the two guys do it all the time. They pick up a couple guys and head for a property one of them owns. He said they throw a wicked party, everyone leaves satiated if you don’t mind being double teamed for a couple of hours. Mind blown!!

The bartender returned with our drinks; Jeff my new friend, reached over and ran his hand up and down my thigh, I didn’t pull away so, he reached over and stroked my hard cock through my pants. When I let out a soft moan, he suggested we order another round then drive over to his place.

Jeff had an apartment on Government Hill, an apartment complex just outside the main gate to the base. I was torn, should I keep driving and head back to the safety of the base or try something new? I followed him to his apartment. We entered his room and quickly shed our winter coats and after one passionate kiss, pretty much everything else we were wearing.



He sat me down on the edge of his bed and crawled in between my legs.