Beginnings, oral, anal, M/MFMM
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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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A Navy Corpsman Outed By Wolf
I grew up in a conservative Catholic family in San Francisco, California. My mother was a registered nurse and enjoyed listening to Metropolitan Opera radio broadcasts every Saturday morning at 11 a.m. (2 p.m. New York time) during the opera season. My father was also into classical music - he loved the piano and symphonic music. He also sang tenor in the church choir and was occasionally asked to sing in the chorus of the San Francisco Opera when needed.
My love of music comes from my parents. I became a student of the piano at the age of 6. Between my parents and the priests at school, I became a shy and respectful youngster. Unfortunately, I had no athletic ability.
My parents started taking me to matinee concerts when I was nine. My piano lessons continued for thirteen years. At one point I was put under the tutelage of another piano teacher for advanced study, but I didn't like him and went back to my original teacher. During all of this, I'm sure I was in the community of gay men and women, but I was so naïve that I was oblivious to it all. As I reached puberty, I discovered the pleasure of masturbation and did it frequently.
When I was 17 my father encouraged me to join the Naval Reserves to avoid being drafted into the Army. I was working part-time as a book clerk and 'go-for' for the city library while attending city college when I went on active duty in February '1954.
When I was in boot camp, we were given a battery of tests and my results indicated I should go to hospital corps school. After boot camp, I was sent to corps school at San Diego Naval Hospital. After finishing corps school, I had about 3 months of duty on various hospital wards and a lot of laboratory work. I was then transferred to Oakland Naval Hospital for rotating ward work and additional laboratory training. After several months I was transferred again to Treasure Island's medical facility. Initially I was stationed at the hospital on the Treasure Island Naval Base as a 20-year-old Seaman Corpsman. The corpsmen at the facility came under the supervision of Chief Blount.
Chief Blount had a fatherly personality and could laugh easily and quick to joke around with the corpsmen. He was well-liked. He was in his 40's, under six-feet tall, a little overweight. He was not bad looking but was not what I would call handsome. He was a chain smoker and was a whiskey drinker.
It took me some time to become comfortable with the way the Navy does things. Everything is so intimidating at first. You eventually become comfortable with the routine and know when you have to be formal and when you can relax and be more casual in addressing non-coms and Officers.
One afternoon I was finishing up the daily reports and preparing to secure the lab when Chief Blount came in and sat down on the lab stool next to me. He engaged me in small talk for a while and asked me how things were going. After a few minutes, he put his hand on my thigh and started moving his hand towards my crotch. I got a hard-on almost instantly and started rubbing my dick. He gave it a squeeze, got up from the lab stool, patted me on the back, and gave me a peck on the cheek. Before he left the lab, he asked me to come to his quarters that evening around eight because he wanted to talk to me about some lab techniques that would be helpful to me.
When I arrived at his door at the appointed hour, he opened the door to his quarters, he was wearing boxer briefs and a T-shirt. He locked the door and immediately behind me, and offered me a glass of whiskey. I thanked him but refused his offer. He started talking to me about how to make certain lab procedures easier. He started to rub the groin of my class B whites. I got hard right away. We moved to the bed and he helped me remove my jumper. When we were both naked, I had nobody's hair at that time and very little pubic hair. He seemed to really like that and show me his very hairy chest. he put my hand on his cock and we masturbated each other for a while. It was a shock o me when he asked me to fuck him.
I told him: "I had never done anything like that before."
He explained that he was a bottom and that is how he liked to have sex and wanted to know if I liked that. I didn't know how to answer so I just nodded. He started to play with himself. His dick was about 5 or 6 inches long and very thick. He was un-circumcised. He placed my hand on his dick. Even though I was shaking I did what he asked and we both started masturbating each other for a little while. He said: "We should get more comfortable!"
He calmed me down and had me take a sip of whisky to ease the situation. When I was feeling better, he got on his knee and asked: "I want you to get on your knees behind me. By that time, I had lost my erection so he had to jerk me off for a few minutes. When I finally got an erection, he reached back and took hold of my dick and had me push it into his puckered brown asshole ringed by hairs, which he had already lubricated. His scrotum hung low with a noticeable seam running down the middle of his asshole down the middle of the scrotum. The left testicle hung lower than the right. I placed my left hand on his butt and used my right hand to guide my cock to his puckered opening. He only let out a soft moan as my cock spread his asshole. It took me some time to be able to cum. I had never had an orgasm that wasn't induced by my right hand. I came to realize I was indeed gay. I explained to him: "I had never done anything like that before and I'm really afraid to do that!"
We had sex 2 or 3 times after that. The last time was when he told me about his gay marine friend, he wanted me to meet. I had difficulty understanding that Chief Blount was divorced and was 'bi' sexual. I've struggled with that concept my whole life even though I have had a few 'bi' friends.
Chief Blount introduced me to George, his gay Lance corporal Marine friend because he felt I needed a gay friend because I was just coming out. George and I hit it off and I was relieved to know I wasn't the only one! George was from Paducah, Kentucky, located on the Ohio River and on the Interstate Highway 74 that leads directly to Nashville. He had a colloquial accent and was built like a football player. He was nice looking, quiet, and fun to be with. He was into oral sex only and that was the only sex we ever had. We had sex several times. He taught me about oral sex so many, many years ago. He introduced me to mutual masturbation and oral sex. We bonded and he was like the big brother I never had. George also told me everything he knew about being gay. Although he discussed anal sex, he preferred not to engage in it because it would involve pain until the recipient got used to it, so we never indulged in anal sex. He also was the first person I had sex with who was not circumcised. Shortly after that, I was reassigned from Treasure Island for the Army/Naval Hospital in Hawaii as a Corpsman 3rd Class.
After I was transferred to the Army/Navy Hospital in Hawaii for medical evacuation training with Military Air Transport Service (MATS). While I was attending the school a bisexual Navy nurse that was a Lieutenant JG named Karola that was a couple of years older than me took a liking to me and flirted with me whenever we met up on one of the wards. We had 48 liberty, so she suggested we spend the weekend together. We shared a hotel room near the beach. She sensed correctly that I was a virgin when it came to heterosexual relations. Although I was very apprehensive, I did spend the weekend with her and had my first sexual encounter with a woman. I was very awkward and she had to teach me just about everything. She was very patient and affectionate. Having oral sex with a woman was strange to me. Swallowing the slimy fluid her vagina produced made my throat feel raw. I enjoyed her performing oral sex on me and I enjoyed fucking her pussy and asshole, but it did not change me from accepting that I am gay. We got together again a few times before I finished my training and was transferred to Kwajalein for the remaining month of my enlistment. My job was to accompany military personal being transported to the hospital in Hawaii for surgery or mental evaluation. At the conclusion of my enlistment, I was returned to Treasure Island for processing my discharge from active. My travel peridium to home was a five-dollar bill. I spent a few months at home before I came out to my parents. My mother came close to having a mental breakdown. My father was disappointed but accepted me for who I was, and we had a good relationship for the rest of his life.
A friend from school who turned out to be gay was going down to Long Beach to visit family and asked me to go with him. While we were visiting his family, we visited a beach bar and I met a very attractive guy who lived in Santa Monica. We did not get together then but we did correspond and we took turns visiting each other. The relationship became serious and I moved to Santa Monica in October of '58 and got a job in the pharmacy of St. John's Hospital. The relationship with him ultimately came to an end. I made a few friends at the hospital and they introduced me to some of their friends at house parties or dinner parties. They were not part of the bar crowd and since I was not much of a drinker that was okay with me. Consequently, my early gay encounters were limited.
One time, I spent a weekend in San Diego once with a friend of mine, named Wally. After dinner at the Hotel Grant downtown, my friend wanted to go to a bar called 'The Blue Peacock' a few blocks from the hotel. I opted out since I was not a bar type guy. Instead, I went to a movie. After the movie, I chose to stop for coffee and some dessert at a diner on the southwest corner of the city square. The only seat open was next to a Marine at the counter. We started to talk and left the coffee shop together. He asked me where I lived and I told him I was from L.A. and just visiting a friend for the weekend. I asked him if he would like to come back to my friend's apartment for a while since it was still early for a Saturday night.
After a short while we both knew what we wanted to happen, so we went into the bedroom and got naked. We started masturbating and sucking each other. We played around for quite a while when he began fingering my ass. I didn't object because it tickled and felt good. I was curious and I thought it was time to find out what all the other gay guys knew that I didn't. He also played with my nipples. I always liked how that felt. He finally asked if I had any lube which I didn't, but found some KY in Wally's bathroom. I explained to him that this was my first time at getting fucked. He gently and slowly entered my ass. It hurt but I wanted to learn what this was all about. After he came in my ass, he gave me a big hug and started to play with my cock. He then lubed his ass and straddled me so that I could fuck him and play with his cock at the same time.
I have never understood why so many straight Marines like gay guys to fuck them. I met a few Marines over the years and every single one would want to suck as well as fuck. Several gay friends have told me they have had the same experience. It's a strange phenomenon in Marine culture.
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