One night in San Diego I was visiting a friend in an area cut off from the rest of the world by freeway construction, which left only one way in and out of his neighborhood. As I was driving out, I was hailed by a pedestrian in Marine uniform who asked directions. Since I was heading towards the same destination, I offered a lift. He accepted.
We chatted about nothing in particular until I reached the corner of Pacific Highway and Ash Street, then a very busy intersection, to let him out. As he got out of the car, he thanked me and I told him he was welcome... He then surprised me by asking if I were sure. I asked what he meant. He replied, "I just wondered if I were really welcome!"
"That is a funny thing to say."
"Well, I just wondered if I were really welcome. Why did you pick me up?"
"Just being helpful. Were you expecting to be propositioned"
"That is what you wanted isn't it? Why didn't you ask?"
I told him it just had not seemed appropriate. He acted as if he had somehow been rejected and resented it. At that point he said, "How much do you like?" "What?" "How much do you like? Is this enough for you?"
Brian, one of my co-workers, asked if I had out of town company coming. I told him my landlord was painting my apartment on Friday, and I had to find somewhere else to spend the weekend. Brian said if I don't mind sharing a small cramped apartment, I could stay with him. I thanked him and asked if it would be an inconvenience.
My sexual desires are quite normal. Nothing kinky, no animals, but just normal stuff, but I love phone sex. This is the story about me and this 26 year old guy with a fat 10 inch cock!
Decided to go to the beach and bumped into Scott. The sparks start flying and I have a good feeling about this. He offers to put some tanning lotion on my back. When I feel his finger caressing my ass, I know that I am getting lucky!
With that he opened his fly and pulled out one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen! Standing along side my car on a busy street!
I said, "Get in, let's go to my apartment."
He refused. "Right here, or forget it!"
I decided to forget it, and drove off.
Later, I was heading North on the highway and spotted the same man, walking backward along the highway, waving his thumb. I pulled up, and he got back in my car. His demeanor was so different that I was not sure he was, in fact, the same man... When I was sure he was the same man, I asked again if he wanted to go back to my apartment. Again he refused, but suggested that I might play with it a bit.
No sooner had a reached for the goodies, than he suddenly said, "God, I hate this uniform!" and proceeded to strip completely.
There I was, driving along the Pacific Coast Highway, ten in the evening, with a naked Marine alongside me.
He repeated his invitation, suggesting that I play with it a bit. I tried once again to get him to go back to my apartment, but he still refused, so we continued our way North along the highway.
At the first opportunity I pulled off the highway into a secluded area and took good care of his obvious problem... Since he was stationed at San Onofre, some 60 miles from San Diego, I had ample opportunity to stop twice more to take the starch out of his pole. After the third stop, he got dressed and I left him at his base.
It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
I was just looking forward to laying my head down on my own pillow. The last leg of my flight was out of Chicago. Of course, the snow was coming down like mad. They announced that all of the flights were cancelled. I had been making small talk with this good looking guy for about an hour before they made the announcement about the cancelled flights. I blushed and thanked him.
There was an area on nearby Lake Travis that was known for nudity. I'd even gone there once with my wife and enjoyed the nudity. There is something about being naked in public that I enjoy a lot. It is still there and I believe you can still go nude but now its a county park called Hippie Hollow Park. I'd heard that there was a gay section of the park. Those boulders were covered with naked men.
I had been on 30-days leave and was headed back to my ship. It was mid-February and it was cold and rainy. Unfortunately, my flight had been cancelled because of the bad weather. The airport was deserted and I was faced with having to spend the night there, slouched in one of the hardseats provided for the passengers in the waitingroom. I pulled them down a bit and reached in for my dick.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
After two months we got our first overnight pass. Travis and I decided we'd get a room together near the strip club we'd been told about. The motel had adult movies. Travis asked if I minded. I told him I insisted. After getting our fill of the live naked girls sitting on our laps at the bar and taking our money, we went back to the room frustrated and broke.
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