This story is 100% true. No names will be used but these accounts actually happened in the way described below. This is one of those times I wish I would have gone for it, but didn't.
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Encounters/No Sex/Military
When I was in the Navy stationed on the East Coast, I was a complete monk, no sex for that 4-year span except for depositing a lot of semen into my trusty cum rags. This was way before don't ask don't tell and getting caught would truly jeopardize a lot of things, career aspirations, GI Bill, bad conduct discharge, there was a lot at stake and I didn't want to make a poor choice because of my sexual nature. I'm bisexual but have a leaning towards guys and the women who threw themselves at other sailors were total skanks and had more semen in them than a submarine. There were opportunities, especially during ship board deployments, but I thought it best to stay away from that. I knew things were happening all the time and for the most part a majority of people didn't really care too much as long as it was kept private but I didn't want to risk it. There was one guy I almost broke that rule for and I regret it.
I was 23 at the time, he was 19, and I had about 8-mos left in my enlistment. We were all in pretty good physical shape being in the military, but he was exceptional. About 5'9'', lean, no fat at all, abs, red hair, green eyes, smooth all over and a very nice looking cut dick (saw it in the shower several times), firm ass, and very pretty feet. I had tons of jack fantasies about him the second I laid eyes on him. He was by far the most attractive guy I had ever seen in the barracks.
We started hanging out when we weren't on duty off and on, not extended time, but we usually ran into each other in the barracks during a beer party. At one of these party's he mentioned that his shifter had broken in his car. I was not a real mechanic but I said that if he wanted to, I could take a look at it the next day. About $20 in parts and an hour of my time at the base auto shop took care of the problem but as I fixed things, he was hovering over me the entire time. He was always a teeny bit filrty with me, but while I was working on his car he had no problem with getting very close to me and we often made body contact. Nothing overtly sexual, but I had a difficult time composing myself. There seemed to be some chemistry between us which I desperately tried to ignore, but he would often come out of the shower when I was there and never bothered to cover up the fact that he was 1/2 hard and turn his back to me, drying his legs and bending over where I could see his hole. May not mean anything, BUT he only did that move when we were in the shower room alone. He never rushed covering himself up and always had a smile or smirk on his face. Not a "come hither" look but definitely a "I know you like what you see" look. Hmmm...boy did I!
As we became more friendly, we hung out more and more, spending hours together, eating, drinking, going to the beach, the typical things that young military guys do. He even took me to visit his divorced dad and little brother a few times. They lived in Richmond, Va., which was only about an hour from the base. I met his dad (very handsome man in his 40's and I got a little 'vibe' from him), very friendly, and his little brother, (OMFG! A mini version of his older brother, 14 with long red hair...SUPER cute! That went into the spank bank!) and things were going along fine. His family were very affectionate with each other (not sexually I think) so the touching and body contact sort of made sense so I sort of dismissed his actions making them non-sexual for the many times that he put his arm around me or grabbed my in a bear hug from behind. I was still getting some mixed signals though. Looking back at this encounter there were so many signals he gave me that I missed or ignored. I did want him badly there was no doubt. And then it happened...
One Saturday evening in late July, I remember because we hung out on the 4th with his dad and brother, we were both off duty, so I grabbed a 12-pack and him being a local, he knew all of the beaches that were not too crowded. He suggested a place headed to a very secluded part of the beach in N. Carolina just past the Virginia border. It was getting dark but we made our way to this place that he apparently knew about and had been to several times. He parked the car on the beach not too far from the water, and I pulled out the beer and started drinking while leaning against his front bumper. It was totally deserted there, not a soul in sight. We were only wearing board shorts, no shirt or shoes, it was warm and a bit humid out, it was almost a full moon, in retrospect, very romantic.
We were both about 3-4 beers deep and were talking shit and acting stupid. Lots of gentle nudges and body contact. I wasn't sure about him but I was getting a bit hot and bothered! It was kind of dark so I couldn't see if he was `tenting.' I don't remember who started it but we started play wrestling in the sand. He got the better of me a couple of times because he wrestled in high school, but I had about 15-lbs on him so I got him on his back and had his hands pinned by his head. We were both laughing, about 1/2 way drunk, and then something clicked in our heads at the same exact time. We both got silent and were looking into each other eyes. I actually stopped hearing the crashing water and the wind, only my heartbeat crashed in my ears. We were both hard as fuck, I could feel his dick crushed against mine as I sat on him, I estimated about 6" of pink steel involuntarily pulsed against mine and my face was no more than about 4-5" away from his. We could smell our beer breath and feel our respiration's against each others faces. It was not cold at all but we were both trembling.
I used to think it was a cliché that staring into someone's eyes was a gateway to the soul but at that moment I was converted. I knew what I was thinking and wanting and I could see it in his eyes too. Those green eyes just burned into mine and my brain was reeling with the same repeated phrase, "Please, lean up and kiss me, squeeze my hand, anything PLEASE!!" I was deaf with lust, all I could hear was my heart beating rapidly and our breathing. I was making bets with myself, "please, just hump against me, lick your lips, nod your head, say something! I'll do anything you want, Anything, please PLEASE! Just make the first move, I beg you!"
I saw his brain doing the same thing, his eyes burned into mine, we were both breathing heavy not just from the wrestling and the beer but in total lustful abandon, he was thinking the same thing I was, 'Please make the first move. You're on top and have me pinned, just lean in and kiss me. I'll do anything you want!'
The human brain can be an amazing thing. In a manner of seconds, my mind raced with images of us rolling in the sand, kissing like mad, ripping our shorts off, sucking each other and me bending him over the hood of his car, banging his brains out, putting in 110% and culminating the lust I had for him and his professing his desire for me, flipping him over and watching his face as I came in his tight pink hole, watching him spew his nuts all over the place, then lying on the beach in the afterglow on a blanket, cuddled in each others arms! That short distance, just a few inches, leaning in for even a playful kiss on the lips could have changed our relationship. Was he in love with me and I with him? Had I pushed my sexual nature so far down into myself that I was blind to that at that moment? Was I willing to risk my enlistment and excellent service record for some hot sex with a very beautiful young man? I wanted to sooooooooooooo bad!!!! Someone would have to make the first move...
But neither did.
The whole exchange may have lasted for a minute at most, we never said a word about it after, we just laughed it off. Did he really feel the same way?
I really think he did. He knew what I was thinking, he didn't resist and I KNOW he felt my rampant dick pushed against his. If he was really turned off, he could have said `get off me,' or pushed me off but he just let me pin him on to the sand staring into his soul. Was the booze dropping our inhibitions? Absolutely. He may have had a few beers but was nowhere near drunk off his ass. We had had many drunken nights together and he could hold his own very well. It would have been nice to say that things between us didn't change, but they did.
We remained friends and still hung out but things got a little cooled off. Why? Think about it; 2 sailors caught on the beach, one underage and drinking and having sex with another guy? Plus, there were some alleged cases of guys getting trapped by succumbing to their sexual desires to a person who was a 'plant.' Another possibility is that if we repeated the same thing again, we could not resist, or he was deeply closeted and I touched a nerve. I can only speculate. Regardless if the true reasons we didn't cross that line things did change between us. We had a hard time with eye contact after that. I would look at him, that "look" would return in his eyes, he would blush and look away.
I have often fantasied about what would have happened if one of us crossed that line. What would have happened? Lord knows, but assuming the best scenario, we were both young, likely "fallen in love" and had many lust-fueled interludes, probably would have been sloppy about it and gotten caught. I kick myself in the ass for not going for it even if it would have been only one time. There were so many ways to test the waters in that moment, but I think that he and I were too scared to even go there. This incident happened 30-years ago. I am sort of envious of the people in uniform today, it's just not a huge deal anymore.
It would be easy to make up some story about he and I, how we kissed and had the most fantastic sex ever on the beach in the moonlight (still a fantasy of mine), but as the title of this story goes, "It Didn't Happen" much to my dismay.