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DC, the old days
It was the late 60's. Washington's gay community had not yet been liberated. It labored on the twin evils of the FBI and local police forces that sought to keep it hidden. While remaining relatively quiet though the gay community was alive and well. There were no gay bars even though one or two places welcomed discrete gay men. Capitol Hill had many watering holes that were mainly frequented by men. These men were members of Congress, lobbyists, government officials. The sexual preferences of the FBI director were an open secret. He surrounded himself with tall, muscular young men, agents to protect him and his secret life. Some of these same men would often go to the gay friendly bars to meet others with like interests. These men went from being the bureau's top men to some very good bedroom bottoms.
I was recent college graduate who had managed not to be drafted into the military. Refusing to use my family's influence or my own connections I'd settled into a simple job as a government clerk. By day I shuffled paper, by night I had another life. Gay life in those days involved discrete meetings in bars or one of the classic movie theaters. The theaters often had bathrooms and balconies where sexual contact could be made. Once one had gained the confidence of another man, party invitations would usually follow the initial encounters.
These parties were often a mix of older, powerful men and younger, ambitious men. At 22, I had decided that I preferred men, real men. Fortunately for me I still looked like a 16 year old boy, fresh with the desires to please and welcome the attentions of older men. Six months after I joined a group of older, gay men in their 40s, I found that my attraction was more to men in uniform. In those days gay military men were leading hidden lives and frequented few of the better known gay places. They preferred private parties where they could be free to exorcise their gay demons. The older gentlemen enjoyed the casual attentions of the young officers and enlisted men. They also enjoyed the occasional display of sex that would occur late into the party. These displays often took on the performance of sex right in the open. I was not shy about my own need for sex and the preference for military men. Our private parties were often protected from the police by high ranking officers who shared or sexual preferences.
It was not unknown for me to joyfully engage in sex in a bedroom while men stood around watching and offering encouragement. I soon became the favorite of officers in all the services. When I'd return to my small apartment after work, I'd soon find one or more of the officers waiting for me. From these more experienced men I learned all about the pleasures my body could provide and receive. It was not only the officers though. Enlisted men in the military honor guards appreciated my hospitality. I did not discriminate but made sure that the ranks did not mix. My favorite were the six foot tall enlisted men. They were not shy about their sexual needs. I'd often have two to visit at the same time. They knew that I would be discrete and that both would only endanger the other if their visits became known.
One night while I was at a bar a particularly handsome, blond Marine officer spent a great deal of time talking with me and buying me drinks. I was impressed with his educational level and conversation so much that I invited him to coffee at my place. In those days an invitation "to have coffee" was an invite to bed. He was willing as long as he could be back on base, the Marine barracks, before dawn. I assured him that my place was close enough that he could walk back in 10 minutes.
Arriving at my small basement apartment I actually did offer coffee, an Irish coffee, that he readily accepted. I could tell by the outline in his slacks that coffee was not all that he wanted. I put some wood into the fireplace, started a fire, put on soft music and sat down to talk over coffee. Our conversation lasted all of five minutes before he leaned in and kissed me. It was not the tender kiss of a friend but the deep tongue kiss of a lover. In no time we were sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, tearing each other's cloths off.
Needless to say I surrendered my not so virgin body to him. He kissed my neck and worked his way to my nipples, sucking each one to a hard nub. He returned for a moment to my neck biting enough to mark me as his. I held onto to his muscled shoulders as he worked his way down my body with his tongue. He bypassed my now hard cock and raised my legs so that he could lick and bit my inner thighs. He slowly worked his tongue up my thighs to reach his goal- my now aching balls. Taking each one in his mouth he sucked them until I could no longer stand the sensation and screamed out for him to "fuck me". He stood and reached into his discarded pants pocket to grab a small tube of lubricant. It was only then that I saw his cock. It was a cut, marble white pole glistening with drops of his pre-cum on the large purple head. It was much bigger than those I'd taken before, a good 9 inches of hard man meat. He leaned over my head when he saw my amazed look. He smiled and said "Are you sure you want this". In answer I sat up and grabbed it at the base, guiding it to my mouth. He moaned as I was able to take only 6 inches of it. I sucked him, letting him know how much I wanted to have him inside my body. Leaning back, he pulled his now wet cock from my mouth, replacing it with another passionate kiss. I lay back and watched him use the lube on his hard cock. He smiled at me as he used one, then two lubed covered fingers to open me up in preparation for his invasion. He pulled my legs open wide to give him entrance.
I felt the engorged head of his cock at my entrance. He looked down with his soft blue eyes, smiled, and leaned down for a deep kiss. As he kissed he slowly moved his cock into my body, forcing his way in past my now welcoming hole. The kiss continued as he held still and allowed me to adjust to his size. When he felt my body relax to receive him, he pushed the rest of those 9 inches in slowly until I felt his balls against my own body. Pausing in his passion, he wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed my shoulders. He pulled me up until he was able to give me another deep, passion filled kiss. Breaking the kiss, he said "I am not fucking you now because I want to make love to you. I've seen you at that bar before and knew that I had to have you, to make you mine." My only thought and reply was "Yes!".
We made love for hours, not caring about the time. Both of us had to go to work the next day but that did not stop our actions. At 5AM when my alarm went off we were 69ing for the third time. His appetite for my body never diminished. When he finally left, my apartment seemed empty even though the smell of our sex still lingered. I resolved that I had to see him again.
That day, Friday, I was useless at work. I remembered the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my body, of his kisses, of the tenderness of his touch. I was sad as I walked into my block. Going down the stars I noticed a small bunch of flowers with a small envelop. Rushing inside I tore open the envelop and read the card.
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