[MFM] The secret code of Levi’s 501 buttons among gay men and my girlfriend giving me head in front of a crowd in a Riverside CA gay bar

This all happened a long time ago–1980.

So, back in my day, gay men would communicate their willingness and availability for a quick suck or fuck by leaving one of the five buttons on their 501’s unbuttoned. The lower the button, the more willing. At the gay bar my roommate frequented in Riverside, CA, seeing the slight glint of an unbuttoned bottom button essentially communicated that the wearer was a bottom, and ready right there to go into the store room in the back of the bar and get fucked, no questions asked (this was, dear reader, before the AIDS crisis, and we college students at UC Riverside were quite libertine). The storeroom was particularly known for this activity and spectators were allowed, even encouraged.

I think the name of the bar was “The Alibi.” Maybe on Holt Avenue.

Anyway, they had dancing, and a lot of straight couples went to dance. Or, rather, I discovered that my girlfriend liked to go there to watch the show in the back room.

My roommate, who had just come out at my girlfriend’s and my encouragement, was making up for lost time. He went to the Alibi nearly every night in his recently purchased 501’s that he bought too small which he then shrunk more in the shower. With bulge-enhancing underwear, he communicated real intent. He always left the top button undone, which communicated that he was a top-only. He would fuck a stranger in a heartbeat, or get sucked off.

Here I might add that my roommate was rather vain about his dick. When I would shower with him back in the dorm during our sophomore year, I hadn’t noticed anything special–nothing like the guys from the basketball team on our floor who were greek gods with flaccid phalli you could see from a mile away. But my roommate bragged to my girlfriend and me that he had “impressive hydraulics” and he reported that the two women with whom he had had carnal knowledge complained about him hitting the cervix painfully (one of them later said to me, “He wasn’t all that; he just couldn’t fuck. I knew he was gay from the moment I unzipped his pants).

I digress. The first night my girlfriend and I watched him in the back room, he unbuttoned his pants, and his cock sprung out hard with a rather graceful upward curve. Indeed, it was long, and shimmered in the dim light, especially after the smallish Asian guy standing in front of it put some spit on it, knelt down and then swallowed it whole. About 45 seconds later, my roommate unloaded, shoved his dick back into his tight jeans and headed back to the bar or dance floor without even a “Thank you.”

This demonstration made my girlfriend so horny, she took me out to the car in the parking lot and fucked me fast, hard and mercilessly, cumming from the moment my dickhead passed under her wet and swollen clit. I felt used and told her, and she said good.

In fact, my feelings on these evenings (we were going about once a week with my roommate) were very conflicted. Like most straight, 21 year old men, I wasn’t that comfortable around gay sex and sexuality. Anal sex made me squeamish, at least the idea of receiving it. I will say this, I changed my tune some when my girlfriend took me to the car after watching a hung brother ream a rather pixie-ish twink. She took a packet of KY from her pants, pulled them down, got onto all fours in the back seat, lubed up her asshole, and told me to fuck her there. At first, if you can believe it, I refused. She reached back through her legs, grabbed my liberated cock, pulled hard, and plunged me in. I won’t describe her orgasm, as it was indescribable, but so loud as to bring unwanted attention. Another story for another time. And to think this all happened in a 1977 Ford Maverick.

One evening as we drove the Maverick down to the Alibi, she turned back to my roommate in the back seat and asked, “Do women ever suck dudes off in the storeroom?” My roommate said, “No,” or at least he’d never seen it. And then she turned to me, and said, “Tonight, I am sucking you off in a room full of f*gs (sorry- the word she used but it was different in 1980).

So, what happened next? I am pausing here because I have yet to get comments on the stories I’ve posted. Is anyone reading this far? Do you want to hear what happened next? Give me a little love, and I’ll give a little more.

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