I was serving on a battleship stationed in the Persian Gulf, the USS Pittsburgh. We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
From the time I was very little, I had always wanted to be a sailor. I guess it was my mother's fault. She's the one who bought me the little blue sailor suit, and the white sailor cap. And everyone kept saying I looked so cute in it. So adorable. I liked the attention. I wanted always to look cute and adorable, and I knew that in order to do that, I would have to wear a sailor suit. So I enlisted.
I loved my real Navy sailor suit. I loved the way the pants so tightly hugged my butt. I liked the slim line of the pants as they followed down my thighs and then flared out into those jazzy bell-bottoms. When I walked down the street in my sailor suit, I knew that all the girls were looking at me. I would pass one and turn around, and sure enough she was looking back at my well defined navy butt molded into perfect shape by my fitted bell-bottoms.
I had enlisted in the Navy the minute I graduated from high school. It was all I had ever wanted to do. There is an unfortunate thing about me that I worried would keep me out of my beloved Navy. From the earliest age I felt different. I can't tell you how. Just not the same as the other boys in my class. And I was never asked to play in their ball games, nor did I want to. Growing up, my best friends were always the girls in my class. I was more comfortable with them.
Then the teen years hit me like dynamite, and I discovered my libido. And that's when I realized why I was different from the other guys. I was not the least bit turned on by Lucille, the girl with the biggest tits in the sixth grade, the way all the other guys were. There was this handsome blonde guy who I knew was very athletic whom I would pass in the halls. I didn't even know his name, but I was madly in love with him. I had a crush.
I created fantasies where I would fall down the stairs and the breath would be knocked out of me, and my hero would come to my aid. He would pick me up in his strong arms and carry me to a couch somewhere and take care of me. I lived for my dreams.
I did have a couple of experiences with a couple of guys in my class. I think they sort of sensed something about me and came on to me, and got me to suck their cocks for them. I liked it a lot. But I was worried. I knew what I was, and what I was would not be welcome in the Navy. And I so wanted to be a sailor. I so wanted to wear a tight blue sailor suit as I had done as a little boy.
I had a lunch meeting with a client which lasted until about 2 p. m. The three glasses of wine with lunch had me relaxed, as well as the commitment of more business from my client. After bringing my client back to his office, I stopped at a casino to change clothes in their bathroom. I also lubed up my medium butt plug and pushed it in. It was my first visit. He shot one hell of a load.
I wanted badly to touch it but I had to play it careful - he's considered a mad bastard by just about everyone in the unit so I figured this could be some kind of bullshit game. He flicked the last couple of drops of piss from his dick and I could see it was growing.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Sat night. I am happy with a man's cock or ladies cunt being someone that is easy to please! I went to a adult theater that had several different screens in it.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. No. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.
I try to keep fit and think I look younger than my 38 years - though I don't think it would matter too much if I didn't. Young chinese gays are only too willing to have sex with "gweilos" the local term for Europeans - the word means "foreign devils" but no-one takes offence at it.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
In my final year as a eagle scout I get to room with this drop dead gorgeous blackhaired hunk of a man. He is hung like a horse and as I find this hidden clearing with a pond near our camp site I think it is a perfect opportunity to see if I can convince him to go skinny dipping with me ;)
I decided to hide my desires. To suppress them. I could do it. I was sure I could. I went downtown and joined up. And I am not sorry even though sometimes I am going crazy with desire and frustration, especially seeing the strong handsome bodies of my shipmates. I am managing it. I will get through this somehow.
There are 100 of us on this battleship. 99 Straight guys and Me. I had to keep my secret. I knew all too well the many instances of gay bashing when straight men have discovered one such as I within their midst.
We were locked up on that vessel day and night. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Tempers were seething. Guys would explode and have fist fights over the least little thing. I knew what it was. They were sexually frustrated. They needed pussy and they were not getting pussy. There was no pussy on the USS Pittsburgh. They needed shore leave. But what was on shore? A society that kept their women guarded behind masks and veils and keys and locks. If a woman were to be violated, her own life would be forfeit. Straight men set the rules of life and death for everyone. And the crime of having sex had become more unforgivable than theft or murder.
But the straight men were the lucky ones. At least they didn't have the torture of seeing desirable naked bodies all over the place. The shower room was a stressful situation for me. The sight of a handsome young guy's cock did not send the other men clawing at the walls in bitter frustration. That only happened to me. Things were getting very tense on the ship.
Last night I was in the shower and I heard a few of the other guys talking all around me. It went something like this:
SAILOR A: Fuck. I'm so fucking horny. I just gotta get me some pussy or I'm gonna kill.
SAILOR B: Yeah. Fuck. I need something to fuck. A nice hot hole. A mouth or a pussy. I need something warm and wet and tight around my stiff dick.
(Well, good. Fuck them. Now they were living the way I was forced to live. Forced celibacy. Never the chance for sexual fulfillment. Fuck them. Let them suffer.)
SAILOR C: Too bad they don't take any of those queer guys. I sure could use one right now.
SAILOR A: You'd let a fag touch your dick?
SAILOR C: You're fucking right I would. I think I'd kiss him right on his faggot lips if he would get down on his knees and suck my cock.
SAILOR A: Yeah. I think I would too. Too bad they don't let them in.
SAILOR B: It's idiots like us that are responsible for this reprehensible policy. 'Oh. Oh. I don't want a faggot sleeping next to me. Oh. Oh. I don't want a faggot in the shower with me looking at my dick. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.' We are a bunch a fucking idiots. What I wouldn't give to have a faggot swinging on my dick right this very minute. (I noticed that he was stroking himself as he talked, and his dick was getting incredibly hard. And it was really long and thick like a cudgel. It was all I could do not to fall on my knees before him and scoop him into my mouth. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I felt that my face was getting red. I turned away and faced the wall.)
SAILOR A: Oh, fuck. All this talk is getting me so fucking horny. Just look at my big hard-on, will you. Oh fuck. I'm gonna jerk it. Any of you guys mind?
SAILOR B: Go ahead. I think I'll jerk also.
SAILOR C: If you run into Captain Hutchins, don't any of you guys tell him that I jerked off in the shower. They'll think I was queer and throw my ass out.
SAILOR B: Throw your ass out? Like send you home. Home where the pussy is. Is that such a terrible fate?
SAILOR C: When you put it like that-----of fuck. Oh fuck. I think I'm gonna come. YEEHOW. YEEHOW. Wow. I just got my nut. Look it's going down the drain right now.
SAILOR B: AAAAAAHHHHHHH. AAAAAHHHHHH. Nice. Nice. I needed that.
SAILOR A: UHHH. UHHH. UHHHH. UHHHH! YES!
I peeked around and saw the cum shoot out of the tip of his dick, clear across the shower room. Spurt after spurt after spurt. Then it fell to the tile floor and mixed with the swirling water and gurgled down the drain. What a terrible waste. All that beautiful cum. Sailor A's. Sailor B's. Sailor C's. All that beautiful cum lost, wasted, swirling down the drain. What a faggot wouldn't have done for that, I thought. I finished my shower and went to my bunk.
I was a little in love with the guy in the bunk next to mine. He was in his early thirties. Strong. Masculine. Military. Kind of a father figure. He had been in the Navy for over ten years. It was his career. He was taller and broader than I was, with a chiseled jaw, and a black buzz-cut. His name was Skip, and I adored him. And he seemed to like me too. I felt so honored that he had made me his friend. I felt so unworthy of this great honor. I followed him around everywhere.
That wonderful chance meeting of eyes, the unspoken acknowledgement of "oh yea, you and me" then rushing towards a bathroom or car where penises begin bubbling merrily moments later. "And what's your name?" Ah, but he's gone, and to be honest, I don't really care about his name. Sometimes you want to be in love, sometimes not. Sometimes a man just wants another man inside.
Why? Who knows, but I did. So did several of my buddies. Prior to that, I had a normal teenage life. You know; school, trying to get laid, chores, trying to get laid, dances, trying to get laid. Anyway, I was pretty willing to try most sexual thing. On several occasions, my next door neighbor and semi-best friend Tommy would sneak into the room over his garage and look at Penthouse magazine.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I am "cute" with boyish good looks. My sex life, until recently exclusively with women, has nevertheless been "fringe". I am obsessively oral active, uninterested in reciprocation, and not very adept at traditional love making. Consequently I have, with marginal success, sought out dominant women.
The office made me nervous, it was completely in white. I had come here because my friends had recommended this place as having the best masseus ever, well that and the fact that the guy was suppose to be this major hottie. I told the hot receptionist that I had an appointment for a full body massage.
I knew my roommate was planning on getting drunk that night, though I didn't know he was bringing anyone home with him. I could make out three voices. I knew Chad's voice - loud and swaggering - but the other two I didn't recognize. I pulled on some clothes and went out into the living room area. One word went through my mind as I looked this guy up and down. Daddy!
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N. C. O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees.
I had been there about a year and had about a year to go. My girlfriend and I were going through some hard times, she was back home in Missouri and was going through the whole separation anxiety thing, I guess. I was doing just fine. I'm a Sergeant in the Air Rescue unit so I'm stacked. I'm about 6 foot 3 inches, Wide shoulders and extremely toned. I had heard it was fucking hot.
My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by.
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