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>At the Gold Stallion in Fort Worth, everybody knew that Stan Hansen’s mouth was “free use”: when he was on club grounds, anyone, at any time, could push him to his knees and demand service, no questions asked. Dressed in just cowboy boots and ass-less chaps, Hansen would be kept busy until closing time, and many of the Stallion’s patrons fondly recall him stumbling out of the club after a long night’s work, still half drunk, beads of perspiration speckling his signature mustache. In the ring, Stan was known for taking control and directing the action of the match, but on his off-days he preferred to totally let go — closing his eyes, relaxing his throat, and losing himself in the intoxicating rhythm of thrust after thrust. A Texas boy through and through, Hansen embodied the working class ethic of the Lone Star State, taking a quiet pride in the labor he performed, making sure that anytime he was on his knees, the man towering above him left the encounter fully satisfied.
— from Mark Smith’s new book Wet Nights: The Untold Story of America’s Gay Bathhouses (2025), p. 75
— from Mark Smith’s new book Wet Nights: The Untold Story of America’s Gay Bathhouses (2025), p. 75
