There are a practically infinite number of bedroom acts you might want to engage in during a date with this guy, but for most gay men, the Big Four are, in the terms we used in the 1980s:
French was the mainstay. You didn't even need to ask; you could just assume that any guy you met was up for it. It's just what you expected to happen in the bedroom.
It's the only major activity that I knew about for 1 1/2 years after figuring "it" out.
Well, where was I supposed to learn about Greek?
There was no gay porn then, at least none that I had access to.
The Joy of Gay Sex had been published but wasn't on the shelves at the Waldenbooks in the Mall.
None of the guys I was intimate with suggested Greek, or even mentioned it.
Then, on December 16, 1979, during my sophomore year in college, Fred the Ministerial Student asked me for a date.
The rest of the story is too explicit for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood