REMEMBERING THE LOADING DOCK

 Saturday

9:30pm

I Jumped in the shower, dried off and put my plain white tee shirt on with my black leather vest.  I was wearing my comfortable yet bulge revealing blue jeans.  I just trimmed my goatee, brushed my super close buzz cut and put on my black ball cap.

The choice of footwear of course was my leather boots with the buckle.  After all the bar of choice was a leather bar.

10:40pm

I picked up the keys and headed to the Loading Dock in South of Market.

11:15pm

I walked into the bar and order a beer.  The atmosphere was dark.  Not a bad turn out.  The crowd was a little thin downstairs but there were plenty of hairy muscle bears, otters, Daddies, and Daddy's bois to enjoy as eye candy.  I was even lucky enough to spot two other brothas in the place besides me.

11:37pm 

I finished my beer and got ready to cruise the place.  The thing I loved about this bar is that you didn't have to pretend like you wanted to start a deep conversation, blah, blah, blah or play this cat and mouse game of “Is he interested or not.”  The guys here were just as horny as I was and it showed on their faces or in their pants.

11:53pm

I spotted one of the Black guys that I saw earlier.  He was about 5'8" to 5'9" medium complexion with shoulder length locs.  I went up and introduce myself.  Within 3 minutes he let me know he was only interested in White dudes.  No problem: We all have our preferences.  A large part of my experience with other Black guys is that they preferred Whites to Blacks, which, again was no problem.  Being the international lover that I am, I've been fortunate to appreciate many cuisines of the male spectrum.  And it never failed.  Being one of the few Black guys that visited; these White dudes would be on me like white on rice.  (No pun intended. I just heard that.)

11:57pm

I made my way upstairs where the real crowd was.  

To the left, a guy was bent over another guy's knee getting spanked bare ass.  To the right was a dude dressed in leather head to toe walking his "pup" on a leash.

In between were circles of guys blowing and being blown and a guy with his pants below his ankles getting plowed against the wall.  Every thrust was like pounding a nail into the wall. That had to hurt, not only for his ass but for his whole front body that was being pounded against it.

The smell of leather, spit and all other bodily excretions were heavy in the air.  

Being so mild mannered, my friends would shit bricks if they knew this side of me.  What attracted me to these places?  All I can say is that we all have a Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde.  And Tonight Mr. Hyde was looking for his fuck toy.

Walking through the room I got stopped twice by two different guys who were looking to fist.  After making it known that nothing was going up my ass, I was complimented on how nice my hands looked.  I wasn’t ready to try my hand in what they were hinting at so I excused myself and kept on with my cruise. 

Down by the bar area the 2nd Black guy made eye contact with me.  He was very hot but much taller than the other Black guy.  He stood at least 6'2”with some killer biceps.  As hot as he was I really had my eyes on the other guy.  He had those beautiful long locs that I would have loved to have pulled while drilling deep from behind.  And plus he was just the right size to man handle.  The 6'2" guy was hot but definitely not one I would be able to throw around in bed.  

 After getting cruised by 6'2" (we'll just call him that since we never introduced ourselves.) I decided to turn back around to the upstairs play pen.  I found my spot where I decided to nest and observe the activities going on around me.  After about ten minutes 6'2" came and stood from a distance grabbing and rubbing his crotch that was growing.

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He finally came my way and sat down.  We smiled at each other, not saying a word.  I reached my arm behind his neck and start to massage the back of his neck with my fingers.  He closed his eyes and drifted off into another world.  

One thing I enjoy most is touch and the erotic tension that leads up to the fun stuff so I continued to massage his neck down to his back then back up to his neck.

I turned his head so he was looking at me. We were sitting side by side on the bench. I placed my hand on the back of his shaved head and massaged it with my fingers. Exploring his face with my fingers I traced my fingers over his eye brows, down to his cheeks to his goatee where I gently pulled and played with his facial hair and touched his lips.  I stayed right in his mouth area and continue to play with his goatee and lips.  He slightly opened his mouth when my fingers probed his lips.  He began to suck on my fingers as he stared into my eyes.  At that time I was rock hard.  I removed my fingers from his mouth and gently grabbed the back of his head and guided his face down to my crotch.

My cock was very uncomfortable in my jeans as I was rock hard.  But I kept it in my pants.  

“If he wants it he knows what to do.  He will work for it if he really wants to get it,” I thought to myself.

Finally He got down to the stiffness in my pants and slowly ran his face up and down my hard bulge.  He unbuttoned my pants and took in the scent of my cock through the underwear that now had a wet tip.

Up and down he sniffed my tool.  Finally he took my cock out of my drawers.   I raised my hips up to get the pants and drawers down around my ankles.  Now on his knees, he looked into my eyes as I grab the back of his head and pushed him into my cock.  He opened wide and began to suck on my dick.  His mouth was warm and and sent chills through my entire body.   

At one point he began to come up and I pushed his head back down.  Normally I wouldn't do this if I didn't know the person well enough, but that night, I was going to test to see how far I could go with him.  Again he attempted to raise his head up but I held his head back down.  By now he's gagging and gobs of spit was spewing out the side of his mouth.   Slowly I began to stand up making sure my cock didn’t leave his mouth so that I was standing and he was on his knees like a good cocksucker should be.

I whispered in his ear, “Where you going!? Get back here.  You'll get up when I say so. Understood?”

With his mouth filled with dick and spit he nodded his head to the best of his ability, “UMM HMM!”

“Good boy!” 

He looked up with watery eyes and drool running down his chin. Then I pulled out.   He gasped for air as if being under water for a long time.  I gave him about 20 seconds to catch his breath.  I smiled at him, he smiled back.  

I was thinking, "This guy's loving it!" I knew without a doubt that he would.  This guy was 6'2", twice my size and could have crushed me like a grape if he wanted to.  But I got him right were I wanted him because deep down inside every lion wants to be tamed.   It doesn't matter how big or small his tamer is.   If the tamer has the confidence and mental capacity to dominate the lion, he will submit.  And since 6'2" was willing to take it.  I was willing to give it.  

Back into his mouth, I slid as much of me as he could take.  At this point I had both hands around his head as I started thrusting my dick faster and with more force down his throat.  The gargling and gagging got louder and louder the harder I would thrust.  With most places like this, small crowds started to join in.  It started with the older White guy who was probably in his 70's trying to stick his finger up my butt. Then a hairy muscle bear started fondling me which was hot.  But it still was a distraction from what I was focusing on.  Then there were two other guys that stood next to me with their dicks waving in dude’s face like they're in line to be serviced.  I don't recall inviting a gang-bang but these guys were assertive.  

Finally I took my cock out of his mouth.  He looked up as if he were waiting for me to say something.  I bent over and whispered , "Its getting crowded. let's go somewhere else."

We found a corner that was dark with still a lot of people, but they were not concerned with what we were doing because they were doing their own thing.  

Instantly he dropped to his knees. 

Not once since the whole time we been playing has he stroked his dick or even taken it out.  Talking about self control!  But it was apparent that he was horny as hell by the bulge and big wet stain seeping through his pants.

He mumbled as I was fucking his face.

“URR MMM  AAHH UMM!”

I took my cock out of his mouth so he could speak more clearly.

“What was that?” I asked.

Panting and wiping the drool from his mouth he asked, “May I stroke my cock SIR?”

“Sure!”

He pulled out his cock.  It was quite impressive!  It was a little thicker than mine and maybe two inches longer.  After admiring his dick, It was back to business. I allowed him to stroke for about one minute and then:

“Hands behind your back!”

“Yes SIR!” He replied.

I began to fuck his face forcefully.  I was very close. I started to pump his throat like a mad man. 

He started gagging and spiting like crazy.

“I'm close! You want it !?”

There was no way he would be able to answer as much as I was pumping him.  But the fact that he discarded my orders and began stroking himself lead me to believe that he was ready for my load.

After shooting my load in his mouth, he stroked himself with his face leaning against my torso.   He let out a loud yell and spewed all over the front of my leather boots. 

That was the sexiest mess I ever seen on my gear.

I had some fun times at that place.  To me that was and always will be the best cruise spot in SF.

This took place sometime between 2003 and 2004. This bar in my opinion was one of the hottest bars in San Francisco. It was a true leather bar.  Unfortunately the bar closed maybe between 2010 and 2012. If anyone have more information on its opening and closing please feel free to share it. And by all means if you have your own memories please spill the tea. If only those walls could talk.