Nobody believes me when I tell them I'm a time traveler. They look at my like I'm nuts, like what happened to the character Kyle Reese in the movie "The Terminator." It happened in the desert of course, back in 1986. I was riding my bike in the Mojave and took a different route, a route I've never been on before. All I had was a road map, there was no internet back then. I had planned to stop at a town on the map called Garlock. Turned out it was a ghost town, totally abandoned when the gold was exhausted many years prior. There's no water here and I'm very thirsty. The only alternative is to ride all the way to the town of Mojave, another 20 miles south in this scorching sun or head back to base with no water. Didn't plan this bike ride out very well. I'm really thirsty.
I see a small building in the distance at the end of an unpaved road still in Garlock. There's even an electric pole to the shack, maybe somebody lives there? Maybe they have water? It's possible, desperate times call for desperate measures. I get off my bike and roll up to the shack. There's no door to get into the building, it's more like a gate. Very old iron. I'm on the lookout for rattlesnakes. The gate is unlocked. I call out very loudly, "hello hello, anybody there?" Nothing, I walk inside.
The wooden floor is remarkably clean like it's been recently swept. The room is mostly empty. There's what you would call a wardrobe at the other end of the room, this was something people had before built-in closets became the norm. Or maybe rich people still have a piece of furniture called a wardrobe. I'm looking for a faucet somewhere, is there a bathroom? Is there running water here? Still don't know. I walk towards the wardrobe and start to open one of the doors. And then something hits me on the head. BAM!
When I wake up I'm on a surgical operating table in the same room I entered. Several hours have apparently passed as the sun appears to be in the western sky now, I'm thinking it's close to 4pm. Shoot, I won't be able to get back to base in time to eat at the chow hall, that seems to be my most important worry but in truth I have more important things I should be thinking about. What happened? Where am I? Why can't I move? There are two people in the room, both men. They're dressed in surgical gowns. They tell me they just completed an operation on me. I look down and notice there's a thin scar line on my abdomen, it sure wasn't there this morning. They tell me an extra organ was implanted next to my spleen. Its purpose is to regulate production of telomerase, which was necessary for the next phase of the experiment. One of the men I later learn his name is Martin takes out a syringe, clearly the barrel is filled with a blue liquid, and injects me in the neck. They tell me to place my hand on my head where I was struck earlier, and think about the time when I first entered the shack. I close my eyes and do so. And then it happens. BAM!
It's 11am and am about to turn left on the road leading to Garlock. Didn't this happen before? Am I dreaming this? This is too freaky. There's now water in the two bottles attached to my bike. I ride back to base as fast as I can pedal, takes me a good two hours to get home. Once back in my dorm room I shower and then crawl into my rack, I'm unusually tired, don't even bother jacking off. I miss dinner and don't wake up until the following morning. My head still hurts, I think those two goons did something to my brain also (they did and a lot more).
I'm sitting on the edge of my rack. I look at the clock, it's 9am. My head still hurts so I place my hand on the area, just like last time when I was told to do so. I'm thinking of all the shit I've gone through the past three years, boot camp especially was a royal joke, there was the time when the company commander BoilerTech1 Williams was yelling at me because I failed to put my unwashed dungarees in the laundry when BAM!, I'm now in boot camp! It's the year 1983 and I'm in boot camp. Again?? No way, I don't want to go through this experience again. I walk into the head (that's what they call bathrooms in the Navy), look in the mirror, and am shocked at what I see. I look exactly like what I looked like in 1983. I see John Camp in one of the toilet stalls. Didn't he and I have a thing during basic? Now I remember, it was late at night, I go into the head to piss, and there he is with his big cock, he wants me to suck him off, it's going to be another four weeks until his wife shows up for graduation and he can't take the pressure in his balls anymore. So I ... wait, I don't want to relive this crap. This really is too much, I put my hand on my head in the area like last time, close my eyes and think about the year 1986 and BAM!, it happens again. I'm back in my dorm room, it's 9am. Now I'm really getting a headache, put my hand on my head and start to think about the year --- when BAM! it happens again and I'm back on the table in the shack room at Garlock. The two goons are there also. One of them speaks.
"My name is Martin. We are not from your solar system. We are here to observe only. You shouldn't have intruded on us but since you did we had no choice but to use you in our experiments. You cannot travel back to any time where you are under the age of 18 Earth years. Your physical appearance will match the age you would be at the time of arrival. You will no longer age past 24 Earth years for all of eternity. You cannot travel into the future, only to where you would be normally. Your brain has been implanted with a biological wafer that interfaces with our equipment, it will be another 5000 years before Earth men develop such technology. Now get back to work." BAM!, I'm back in the dorm room, it's June 6, 1986, 9am. Now what? Where do I go? I think about Richard. It was a year ago when we met at the Powerhouse bar on Folsom St. in San Francisco. I put my hand on my head and think about that time when BAM! and it happens...
The date is now Thursday, June 6, 1985, one year ago. Just completed the long drive up Interstate 5. I'm headed West on 580 towards 80 and the Bay Bridge. I'll be in San Francisco in 45 minutes. There's a motel on 7th Street where I'll stay. I have the whole trip planned. For the rest of the day I'll sightsee, go to an Italian restaurant in North Beach, then turn in for the night. I brought my bike, on Friday I plan on riding over the Golden Gate Bridge in the morning to Sausalito where I'll find a place to eat along Alexander Avenue. By the time I get back to the motel it's 3pm. Maybe take a quick nap (the bike ride was rather exhausting), eat a light dinner, the bar cruising starts at 10:30pm.
I shower again and feeling anxious. But I have no reason to feel this way, I've been cruising the leather bars for a year now. Success rate has been 100%, I go to a bar at 10:30pm, no later than 1am I'm fucking a guy at his place, tonight will be no different. I put on my best 501's and a dress shirt. I wear what some guy called "cum fuck me boots", not sure what was on his mind, they're just a pair of really nice hiking trail boots. I think I look great! The walk to the Powerhouse takes 20 minutes. I smell the stale cigarette smoke and alcohol as I walk past the leather curtains hanging at the entrance. I'm in the Powerhouse Bar in San Francisco, the date is now June 7, 1985. This isn't the first time I've been here though. I think of Matt.
Are you surprised I knew Matt? Yes, he and I were brief lovers and it was wonderful. I seem to have the unfortunate habit of falling for the guy who is standing behind the bar and I fell for Matt. He was really into me also. I just can't believe it, I was with Matt , wow do I want to relive that again? Here's exactly how it happened a few months prior:
By the time I met Matt I had developed buckets and buckets of self-confidence from everything I had done the past two years, I wasn't so much a transformed person as I was perfected - that's really what I was then. A perfected man. This exists in every person but seldom is expressed. It takes a lot of hard work, determination, circumstances, good genes, income, what existed was the Sigma of many factors. I was really on top of the world physically and in my appearance. When I walked into the Powerhouse and saw Matt, I knew what I had to do. He was at the end of the bar so I walked over to his end and ordered a beer. Something in a bottle. He's sort of doing a double-take on me as he gets my beer, he's not used to seeing men like me walk into the bar. As he hands me the beer, I give him $10, a slip of paper with my name and hotel number, lean over like we know each other, I know I have an audience and say to Matt, "You look great. Do you have a boyfriend? I'll be sitting on the bench over there watching you and enjoying the show. Hope you have a great evening." And then I smile and walk away. The seed has been planted. Later it will happen again in a different form.
The following afternoon I'm in my hotel room when the phone rings. It's Matt. I can tell he's horny by the way he's breathing. "Hi Bob, here I am thinking about you and what you said the other day, can I come over? I'd really like to see you." I know what's on his mind. He arrives half an hour later. As soon as he's inside we immediately start to kiss. He's not a big man and he's older also, like in his early 30's? Usually I don't fool around with guys this old. But Matt is different. He's really sexual and also very handsome, like strikingly so. Haven't I seen you before? Yes, like on television. Wow, you have been on television. But who cares, let's just take off all our clothes and climb into bed.
I look into his face and see a total masculine man looking back. In a way he's selfishly sexual, everything he does to me is for his own sexual gratification, not mine. And yet we seem to mesh so perfectly, his dick totally turns me on, it's veiny with a huge shaft, my god, looking at Matt's dick really turns me on. He rims my ass which is something seldom done, I do like how it feels and can tell he's really turned on by my body. He says he wants to fuck and brought condoms. He fucks me in several positions, pulls out, takes off the condom, and jacks off on my chest, squirting several strong streams of cum on me which tastes good. We just had a really hot sexual experience.
I figure by the time I met Matt he was already infected with HIV. You can see his obituary in the BayAreaReporter archives. Years later I'm at a party in the home of the co-owner of the Powerhouse up on Twin Peaks and see Matt's ashes on the fireplace mantle. Some kind of small marble box with his name on top. Will people who read this now understand who I am? Seriously. If I told you I was a time traveler, would you believe me? Speaking of the BAR, I should have picked up a copy because tonight at the Powerhouse on Folsom Street in San Francisco is a special night - Underwear Competition!
Once inside the Powerhouse I get a beer, wink at the bartender (he's a real cutie, may have to put the moves on him later if things don't work out), and then sit on the bench seat in the corner where I can look at who is walking in and who's at the bar. It's a perfect location for watching. Mr. Marcus is at the bar, a writer for the BAR, tired old queen fart, barf. Somebody is setting up a stage for the competition. Richard walks in and rocks my world.
He walks up to the bar and buys two beers. He walks back to where I'm sitting, hands me a beer, and introduces himself. "I'm Richard. And you are?" I introduce myself. We talk for awhile. He has a degree from Stanford, something to do with urban planning. Not sure how that works. He's originally from the East Coast. He seems to know the area where I'm from. He went to the Hill School in Pottstown. "Are you here for the competition? I'd sure like to see you get on the stage and win first prize." I'm starting to dislike the guy, he may in fact be creepy. I'm thinking of playing a few games of pinball and get away from this man. I think he senses he went in the wrong direction and we talk about something else. He shows me a newspaper clipping from the BAR, it's an ad for the Campus Theater, the same disgusting place I visited two years prior. He thinks he's going to have a good time there looking at hot looking men dance on stage between porn movies. Am I supposed to be turned on by you showing me your plans for later in the evening? I'm not. Really, the only reason I haven't moved to the bar and talk to the cutie behind the counter is because Richard does have a couple of things going for him.
I can see he has a hairy chest, dark chest hair is spilling out from the top of his shirt. He's incredibly handsome, has a nice ass, I detect a nice bulge in his crotch area, I like what I see. He then comments on the clothes I'm wearing. "You don't look like somebody who goes to leather bars often, it's unusual to see men wearing a dress shirt." Now I'm pissed and get ready to leave. The SF Eagle is just a few blocks away, maybe I'll have better luck there, this guy is creepy. Richard senses he hasn't said the right thing to me. "Would you be interested in coming back to my place? I live on Portola at the top of Market Street. I have a car." Hmmmm. An offer. Interesting. Why not? It's an offer, that's why I came here, I agree and we leave for his place.
The car ride to Richard's place is uneventful. By this time I'm familiar with the layout of San Francisco. When Richard said he lived on Portola I knew exactly the location, nice area. Once inside his home I'm struck by the magnificent view out of his living room window. Wow, this is like something from a movie, I had no idea people could live like this. There's a Steinway grand in the living room. It's not just a piece of furniture either. I ask Richard to play me something which he does. Chopin. Can you imagine that?, we just came from a South of Market leather bar stinking of cigarette smoke and now I'm listening to somebody play Waltz in C Sharp Minor. There's obviously a lot more to this man. Maybe that's the way it is with all people. I'm starting to feel something for this guy but the best is yet to happen.
I'm nervous now because I really don't know what to do with this man. I have no idea what he's into. He walks up behind me and pats me on the backside. That was ok but weird also. Perhaps kind of passive. I have to take this evening and man in a whole different direction. And yes, once again I have to be the one who has the "take charge" attitude so I ... BAM!
I'm back in Garlock, in the shack, Martin and the other goon are there, I'm in a chair now. Nothing more. Martin says to me, "We've been watching you. The whole time. Just be aware that the human you call Richard is HIV+ and knows he is. He doesn't want to infect you. If you do become infected, your immortality will cease and will age naturally. Now get back to work." BAM!
