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Fun in SOCAL
Fun in SOCAL
guess I'm gay, never wanted to be, but I have always had that tendency.
I was stationed in Long Beach, CA in the late 70s. I loved the NAVY, not because of the all male thing at sea, I just thought being out to sea was cool.
I was serving aboard a destroyer that was being overhauled. We were there for a few months, so we got to know some of the locals. There was a girl that some of my shipmates got to KNOW! Her name was Bambi. A few weeks before I put in a request to take a day to myself. No work, no duty. I didn't know Bambi at that time, but by the time the “day off” came, I knew of her.
We ended up crashing at her house. In the morning, all my shipmates had to report for quarters. I was off. I remained sleeping as they all left. About 9AM I was awoken by Bambi in her night gown.
Now I have a pretty fat 8 and a half inch cock. I always have an erection when I wake up, and I guess it is noticable, even housed in tighty whities and trousers. I had no sheets over me, so the erect buldge was pretty prominient.
Bambi asked if I wanted to see her beaver, I said yes and she pulled her panties down just far enough to reveal a tattoo of a beaver just above her ample bush. I should have showed her my “beaver hunter” but it never occurred to me at the time. Shortly after that Bambi asked me if I wanted to take a shower with her. Stupidly I declined because I thought I would have a hard-on and be embarressed.
When she was finished with her “alone” shower, she came out wrapped in just a bed sheet. I could have walked up to her, started to rub her shoulders, and easily removed that sheet. But I never did.
She got into her business clothes and eventually had to go to work. She walked me out and invited me to come back anytime I wanted to. I replied “Sure”
I left her and headed to the freeway onramp. I would hitch-hike into town.
Now I had spent my whole youth hitch-hiking so I had been picked up by more than one gay guy, but I had never responded. I just noticed that I had a keen sense of who was gay and who was just going home to the family.
Finally, a big white lincoln continental pulled over and the passenger door slowly opened and I hopped in. The driver was about 35 and clean cut. We made small talk until we got to my exit. He pulled over and as my hand reached the door latch, he said, “come down the road a little further, maybe we can get a drink or something” I had been there before, but instead of declining, I said OK.
Surprisingly, my cock started getting hard, I knew what this guy really wanted and the thought of actually giving it to him was giving me a hard-on!
We drove another mile or so and I noticed him giving my zipper area side glances as he drove along. It just made me harder. Finally, I just grabbed my fully swollen buldge that was protruting through my jeans and softly stated “This is what you really want, Isn't it”?
He momentarllaly swervered into oncoming traffic, regained control, smiled at me and obeiently answered “YES” I asked him what he wanted to do to it? “Suck it” he meekly answered
He found a construction site where they were repairing a bridge. He pulled behind some buildings. The key turned off and the Lincoln fell silent.
He reached to the side of the front seat, found a control, and the front seat slid back, Way back. There was enough room in front of me and he crawled from behind the wheel to his knees. Right in front of me. His hand slipped up to my belt buckle and deftly unattached it. His nimble fingers undid the waist button on my jeans and my zipper was between his fingers so fast that I began to understand that HE was the agressor in this encounter, I was the passive.
My zipper came down and my pants were pulled all the way to my ankles. There was no denying it, my tighty whities revealed an erection so full that the waist band was pulled off my tummy about a half an inch. He laid his head right next to the obscene buldge which measured about the same length as his head.
Slowly his thumbs slipped into the outstreced elastic waist band of my skivvies and down they came. By cock boinged out with a shiny glistning right at the end. His hand took hold..
Oh to heavens his hand felt so good on it. He could have done anything. His mouth opened and he gobbled my cock into his mouth and down his throat. His nose was buried into my pubic hairs. His lips were to the very base of my cock. He curled his tounge around the base of my shaft, put the perfect amount of suck around my swallowed cock and slowly withdrew his head until just the tip of my slit was being gently teased by his tounge; then he buried my cock into his throat again. He did this over and over again until I lost control of my legs and started kicking back and forth un-controlably.
My balls were as tight as acorns. I shot my cum into his hungry mouth. He was down on it as far as it would go, which was all the way. I grabbed his thick curly hair and pushed him down on it and fertilized his tonscills to the point where he choaked.
Now I am middle aged. I so wish that I had had the boldness to slip my hand to his groin and squeezed. I don't even know if that guy had a hard on or not.
Being a little more experienced with cock, if I had carassed his hopefully erect cock, I probably would have been lovingly fucked in the ass.
Anyway, I remember thinking back on the events of the day as I arreved back at the ship. I had totally refused the overt advances of a woman, but overtly sudeuced a man into the best blow job I have ever had.