So it was the late Seventies I was living on Devisadero and saw this ad in a San Francisco
gay newspaper about a skivvies party at UC Berkeley.
And I said, there should really be some pretty interesting guys at Berkeley.
It was certainly close enough to where I was working, so after work I went over.
And it was, we left our clothes and paper bags except for our skivvies.
I found this guy on the other side of the room and he had the most beautiful chest.
I grew up really fond of hairy chests and didn't really know the meaning of it when
I was a little kid, I just thought it was an attractive, but certainly I knew the meaning
of it that night.
I had never even met anyone quite like Luke.
And it seemed, too, that he was cruising me.
I was at that point pretty good at picking up the clues.
And I was just totally fascinated with everything he had to say and missed a lot of the other
stories that was going around the circle.
Then there was a break and we were, you know, we had refreshments.
And then it was just mingling and talking to each other.
Well, I only had eyes and words for Luke.
I talked only with that evening.
At the end of the evening, and I don't know where this came from, but I just said, "Would
you like to come home with me?"
And he lived in Berkeley.
I lived on Devisadero, halfway between the Castro and the marina.
And he did.
I led the way, found parking places for both of us.
And it was just a just a magical evening.
From that time onward, I only dated Luke.
We spent virtually every weekend together.
Summers, we spent a lot of time, traveling sometimes a week at a time.
It was always very, very wonderful.
But early on in the relationship, my roommate was out for the evening and so Luke and I
were...
Luke and I were making love in the living room by the fire.
There's only only the light from, the fire light was illuminating the room.
It was it was one of the really peak experiences, certainly at that point.
I had rarely experienced anything as passionate and as sustained as that evening.
But the firelight was just so, it was like magic on his skin.
And the relationship went on for years.
I actually lost my job in California after one year.
I came back to Boston.
He had a couple of years of graduate school to do.
But during those years, we spent every Easter vacation, every Christmas vacation, because
we had similar vacation periods.
One summer vacation, we spent in Belgium with his parents at their house.
They thought we were best friends and he was not out to his parents.
We once went - we were on our bikes and Luke started undressing on his bike until he was
down to his skivvies.
This was my other favorite fantasy that I played often through the years and it still
is such a wonderful experience.
To see him almost naked on his bike was really something.
And, of course, he stayed an appropriate distance in front of me.
There's another facet to these bike trips or to these excursions to the countryside
because we were making our lovemaking, we were keeping our lovemaking a secret.
It made the lovemaking so much more valuable.
Then one spring semester, we were making plans.
We started to make plans to get together the following summer, and while we were making
plans, Luke told me that he was living with a lover, that he had found someone else, that
he had found another lover.
I needed some time to figure that out and I decided to go to San Francisco that summer
anyway.
The three of us became friends.
From time to time, I would still make love with Luke.
It was never a threesome, but the three of us were friends.
The two of them, in fact, rented an apartment for me that summer in the building where they
were living.
Luke will always be just a very, very incredible person in my life and he will always be a
lover.
And he still is an ideal and he was an ideal in the time I first met him.
So I do carry this picture with me.
And sometimes he's on a bike, and sometimes he's in front of a fire.
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