In a former life, when I was a Castro Clone bartender in the 1970's, I met Richard Locke at the Rich Street Tubs and had a month-long (maybe five weeks) fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, let's try some kink, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, orgy, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, foursome, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cruise Buena Vista Park restrooms, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, -- now for some leather and light S&M -- fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, fuck, suck, cuddle, light S&M, orgy, threesome, orgy, fuck, suck, cuddle, light leather, cluster fuck (pant, pant, pant pant) affair. After this marathon of non-stop sex we remained good friends until he became semi famous appearing in the Joe Gage films as the lanky, goofy, bearded red-neck cock sucker that he was. He was almost twice my age. And a was a major sexy daddy before daddies were even invented. I would have the occasional hookup with him until about 1978. In 1980 he discovered he had become infected with HIV and I never had the opportunity to see him before he died.
He was always sort of a gay political activist and wrote interesting erotic poetry. It wasn't exactly T.S. Eliot, but it was interesting. Regardless, he was one Hell of a nice guy and at least I have the old Joe Gage Triology videos where he was pared up with Jack Wrangler as a road buddy. Heat Stroke, about a bunch of ranch hands going into town for the weekend shows him off doing what he did best in his prime (if you can find an intact copy). However, one of those talents was NOT acting. But he sure as Hell had no problem fucking and getting fucked on film. And as I mentioned earlier he was a genuinely nice guy appreciative of all cocks, regardless of their size.
I still jack off thinking about him.