LIBERTY THREE
By Doug Gage
Third in the series, but I feel I must repeat a note. This is
based on a true experience while I was stationed at Treasure
Island as a young Navy Electronic School Student in 1954. I
was almost 19 and AIDs was a unknown horror. I would suggest
young men be a whole lot more selective then I was and always
insist on safe sex. What happened in this third experience
probably wasn't really that safe in 1954 -- I've always been
lucky.
In class on Monday I found out how Danny and Jim decided to respond to our sandwich fuck. They cut me down with both looks and words when I tried to greet them with a cheery hello.
Jimmy called me aside at lunch and asked me privately, "Are you going to tell anyone what happened?" I told him he had nothing to worry about. I wasn't about to get myself into the kind of trouble being labeled homosexual in the Navy would create.
I added a little warning, "However", I said, "if you and Danny tell anyone I'll make damn sure they know you two were the instigators and we'll all get tossed out with undesirable."
He assured me they would never tell anyone, "after all," he said, "Danny and I had never done anything like that before and he still thinks he was dreaming." (Yeah, sure) Then, as he walked away, he put the frosting on the cake, "We're not faggots like you, but if you leave us alone we won't tell anyone."
Well enough about the down side of 1954, let me get back to some fun. My next two liberty passes were uneventful. But on the third one I found a small bar in Frisco were I could go, sit in the corner and suck on a few beers and listen to some live country music. And fantasize about the urban cowboys in tight jeans that frequented the place.
The first time I went there, Friday evening, nobody talked to me except the waiter. I sat there for about five hours until I felt to drunk to walk and then went back to the base. There were never more than ten people in the bar at anytime. They were mostly men of various ages. A couple of girls came in but no couples. There was a small dance floor available, but nobody ever used it.
Saturday I spent the day at the San Francisco Zoo. Then stopped again at the country bar about 9pm to get a couple of drinks before going back to the base.
This time things got a whole lot more interesting and this is really where this story begins.
I was sitting in the corner sucking on a beer when one of the older men, had to be in his early 40's, with a big beer gut hanging over his belt, sat down at the table with me.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked.
"No problem," I said and then gestured with my hand, "but, there are plenty of empty tables wouldn't you rather take one of them." (At 18 I wasn't turned on much by fat old men. Since I am one now I can't understand that at all.)
"Just wanted someone to talk to," he smiled. He has a nice smile. His face crinkled like old leather and bright blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light of the bar. "We don't get many Swab Jockey's around here -- mostly they like the strip shows or end up cruising Market Street looking for whores."
"Yeah", I said as I thought, please not pussy stories. I quickly added, "That's what I like about this bar, no females hassling me to pay 'em for a quick fuck. I never paid for it and don't intend to start just because I'm in the Navy."
"I believe that", he said, "you should be selling not buying."
He punctuated his statement by pushing his chair close to me and sliding his hand down to my crotch and started doing a tap dance with his fingers on my balls. Then he added, "I've also noted you have eyes mostly for the good looking men."
Wasn't much sense telling him he was wrong or that I wanted him to quit, after the first couple of pushes my hard cock spoke for me. I looked around and couldn't see anyone watching us, so I shifted my hips to give him a little better access and took a sip of my beer.
"You like that?"
For answer I reached down and shifted his hand so it was cupping my balls then pushed his fingers hard up into my groin.
"Yeah, I guess you do."
For several minutes we sat there listening to the music as his talented fingers excited my cock and balls. As the sweat beaded my forehead and began to run down my side from my arm pits, I told him, "You keep that up and I'm going to cream my pants."
"Don't want to waste good cream", he said as he removed his hand. "I've got a room in the back -- if you'd like to continue with this."
I'd noticed several of the men going and coming from a door in the back of the bar. I thought that was were the restrooms were. "You live back there?" I asked.
"Not really, my wife wouldn't appreciate it. No I keep a room back there for times like this. You interested?"
I wasn't about to say no, my cock was so hard it almost hurt and my bellbottoms were soaked with so much pre-cum when I moved it felt like I'd pissed them. "I'm ready my friend, just lead the way."
"Before we go", he said, "I need to know how much you are willing to do. Do you just want a quick blowjob because you can't find any pussy, or are you homosexual?"
"You sure as shit are blunt", I said. "Why don't you finish what you started, I'll clean up in the head and call it a night." I moved his hand back to my cock.
"I really want it to be more than that." He said, but he did start playing with my cock again. Then, after he had me hard and sweating again he said, "Tell you what, I'll give you fifty bucks to spend two hours with me. During that time you do only what I tell you to, but you do exactly what I tell you to. I won't need to ask blunt questions and you'll be fifty bucks richer by 1 am."
I thought about that for a while, then asked, "What if I don't want to do what you tell me to do?"
"You give me the fifty bucks back and leave. Since we'll start that blowjob you mention you really have nothing to lose."
Do you have any idea how much fifty dollars was to a Seaman in 1954 -- Hell yes this Seaman was willing to sell some semen. Even to a fat old man.
"Okay! I'm your sex slave for the next two hours, but I can quit if I want, right?"
"Right."
I followed him out the back door. I was right the heads were back there, but there were two other doors one on each side at the end of the hall. The door on the left had a peep hole in it, we went through the door on the right.
The room was about 15 by twenty. There were sliding french doors on the wall facing the door we entered, that looked out on a small fenced in patio garden. The back wall was brick with 2x4 studs every foot. The 2x4s were covered with metal rings and several of them had soft leather straps hanging from them.
The wall parallel to the hallway we entered from (the wall separating the two rooms) was almost all mirror. Several ropes hung down from the ceiling and a leather swing was suspended about five feet off the floor by four ropes about two feet from the studded wall and facing the mirror.
A large king sized bed with red velvet sheets and several large pillows was on the left of the door. The sheets were stained with what could only be cum. The bed also faced so whatever happened on it would be reflected by the mirrors. To the right and up against the wall was a large cabinet with five huge drawers.
I wasn't smart enough to ask if that was a one way mirror on the wall, but I was smart enough to know that room had only one reason for existing and I wasn't sure an 18 year old boy off the farm and just out of Navy boot camp was the right person to be standing where I was standing.
"I think", I said slowly, "I might give you your fifty back right now."
The old man knew how to be persuasive, he dropped to his knees as he said, "The door's unlocked you can leave if you want." Then with each hand gripping a buttock he pulled my groin into his face and blew his hot breath through my bellbottoms and across my balls.
What the hell, I thought, I can always leave if it gets rough and started to open up the thirteen buttons. Immediately he stopped blowing and grabbed my hands.
With a voice of command much like that of my senior officers in boot camp he said, "Attention." Reflex brought me to a stiff attention position. He stood up his nose touching mine and said, "As long as you are in this room you do not do or say anything unless I tell you to do it or ask you a question. And if you do talk you end every sentence with a sir." He shouted, "Is that understood?"
What the hell, I played this game in the National Guard, I played it in Navy boot camp and I could expect three and half more years of it, why not go along for the ride. Worst that could happen is I don't get the fifty bucks.
In my best recruit tone I shouted, "Yes sir, that is understood sir."
"Good! Now get over to the end of that bed and face the mirror standing at parade rest."
I did as I was told. I didn't mind. I always liked looking at myself. I was only 5'6" tall, but, I worked hard on the farm and enjoyed lifting weights. I looked good in the uniform and I knew it.
In the mirror I watched Sir undress. He was about 5'10" and was fat and soft looking. His chest was a mat of red hair the covered his pecs. The hair thinned on his bulging stomach but was a forest of red around his cock hiding his balls. His legs were super skinny and his buttocks drooped.
I was almost ready to call it quits again, except he had such a nice cock. It was a cut pink shaft sticking about seven inches straight out in front of him with a slight upward curve. The head was a purple mushroom with about a two inch diameter slightly larger than the shaft.
Being basically a worshiper of cocks and never caring much who they belonged to, I stood there hoping he would tell me to suck it and/or better yet have him drive it up into my hungry ass.
Then he began to undress me. He never got between me and the mirror. He stood behind me his cock shoved between my legs and up into my groin.
He told me to lift my hands into the air as he first removed my Tie, Jumper and T-Shirt. Then he began to kiss my neck and lick my shoulders. I lowered my arms and immediately he shouted, "I did not tell you to move." I put them back up right away.
As I did his hands caressed my chest, tickling tits and stomach and pinching my nipples until they were hard. It hurt, but it hurt good as he was also kissing and licking my back and my underarms.
I felt his lips and his tongue slide down my back as his hands began to slowly unbutton the thirteen buttons of my bellbottoms. As soon as the bellbottoms fell into a puddle around my feet, he pulled my shorts down to my ankles as his tongue slipped down the full length of the crack in my ass and licked my groin just under my balls.
My knees buckled and I lowered my arms to get my balance. He stood up. Slapped me lightly on the ass and said, "You just can't stand still can you?" "No sir", I said, "not with you licking my ass like that sir."
"Okay," I'll help you. See those two ropes hanging down by your hands. Put your hands through the loops and grab hold of the knots. That will keep you arms up where I want them."
I did as he told me expected to use the ropes to rest my arms.
I didn't expect the knots to be slip knots. "Hey", I said, "I can't get out."
"Turn around," He ordered. I turned to face him my back to the mirror. The ropes were on a swivel in the ceiling. "I will untie you and you can leave. But have I hurt you." As he was speaking his hands were cupping my balls and stroking my cock.
"No sir, in fact I have fully enjoyed the experience sir."
"Good, now turn around and damn it no more of this bullshit."
"Yes Sir!", I turned back to face the mirror. I was glad to face the mirror. I had often admired my body in the mirror at home and looking at it naked hanging from a couple of ropes only made it more exciting.
I liked my broad shoulders, the 44 inch chest, the strong muscled arms, the 32 inch waist, my flat stomach, the 38 inch hips with rounded soft muscled ass and my sturdy (almost to big) thighs.
And I discovered when I was just 10 that I liked to see my six inch cock sticking at forty five degree angle with my stomach as my small but pretty sack of balls hung between my massive thighs.
Behind me sir pulled the ropes holding my arms up toward the ceiling so that my arms were fully extended and my feet just barely touching the floor. "Lift your legs so that I can remove the rest of your clothes."
I lifted my legs out straight in front of me really enjoying the look as my muscles flexed and my cock stood up to push against my stomach. Sir stripped my clothes from me, removed my shoes and socks and pushed on one leg.
Slowly I turned in a circle in front of the mirror. I watched myself in the ceiling mirror, which also reflected the wall mirror and thought, man I wish I could find someone like me. (I know, I should have worked harder to stay that way -- but we all get older.)
Sir stopped me so that I was again facing the mirror. "Put your legs down and use your ass and stomach muscles to keep that cock twitching. I'll be right back." Was busy fucking the air as I watched him get something out of the cabinet. When he came back he was holding a jar of vaseline. I knew what that was for and my ass started to twitch and my cock was bouncing just thinking about it.
He loosened the ropes holding my arms up so that I could bend over and he told me to grab my knees with my ass to the mirror. Then standing beside me he started to grease my ass with the vaseline.
My cock, already hard seemed to swell even more as one of his fingers probed my ass and began to massage my prostrate. Sliding his greasy finger as far as it would go into my ass he began to wiggle it and then to finger fuck me as his other hand was stroking my cock and his cock was grinding into my hip.
Pretty soon I felt a second finger join the first as he kept slowly stoking my cock and finger fucking my ass. "You are free to respond physically and verbally to what is happening, but keep you hands on your knees."
"Thank you sir, please fuck me...........oowwwwwwwwwww. yes sir!" That last was as a third and forth finger filled my ass. His hand was now fucking my ass as he stoked my cock. "Oh fuck me, please fuck me sir", I begged.
Using the leverage of his hand in my ass he pulled me around so my left side was to the mirror. I could see his left hand stroking my cock as it was sticking out in front of me further than I had ever seen it. I swear the stroking, not being able to do anything but experience his ministrations, and the hand massaging my ass and prostrate with his thumb firmly pressed against my ass hole had pumped blood into it and stretched it to the limits of its size.
"I am going to cum sir", I moaned.
When he removed his hand from my ass, my cock jerked and I watched in the mirror as a string of cum shot out of my cock and landed almost two feet in front of me on the floor.
"Bend your knees a bit -- like a deep knee bend."
That wasn't hard to do as they were starting to feel weak and shaking. Slowly I lowered my ass by bending my knees. He let go of my cock, placed a hand on each hip and and slide his hot cock into my greasy ass. I shot a load of cum up into my face as his burning hot cock slide past my sphincter and plunged into my rectum.
I licked the cum from my lips as it slide down my cheek to be replaced by another shot when he drove his penis deep into my ass, his balls and hips pounding my buttocks.
My hands slipped off my knees as he started pistoning his cock in and out of my ass and I fell forward my feet flying backward. Instinctively I put out my hands to break my fall, but the ropes on my wrists stopped me just below knee height.
Held in the air by the ropes on my down stretched arms and the unexpected strength of the hands on my hips, I moaned and screamed, "oh do it sir, do it sir, do it sir........." over and over as that hot cock assaulted the inner recesses of my body.
Sir then drove that cock as hard and deep as he could and I felt it pulse against the lips of my asshole as the heat and pressure of his ejaculation drove another spasm of cum out of my cock and onto the floor.
He left his softening cock in my ass as he helped me get my feet under me and stand up. The he said, "You weren't told to slip. I want an extra 15 minutes for my fifty for that slip."
Breathing hard and barely able to talk I said, "If you promise to fuck me like that you can have as many minutes as you want. Sir."
"I will take 15, that gives us another hour that you belong to me. I don't ever want you to say I didn't keep my part of our agreement. You can go now you want to, and keep the fifty. That was some nice fuck, but if you stay you must do exactly what I tell you to do no matter what."
"That sounds ominous", I said, "I'll stay and I'll do what you want on one condition."
"No conditions", He said.
"Then", I panted, "I guess I will have to leave now. You can have your fifty. I enjoyed every fucking minute of it."
"Ok, you can leave." He untied my wrists and handed me my clothes. "Here", he said, "out of curiosity, what was the condition under which you would stay."
"When you went and got the grease I saw a whip in the drawer. I am not into pain. I don't inflict it and I don't want it inflicted upon me."
"A strong boy like you -- I'm not about to make you mad. Hell I have to untie you sometime. No those whips are only for a couple of my customers who like to beat on each other. Come over here."
We went over to the cabinet and he opened the drawers one at a time. They were filled with sex toys. There was all kinds of leather items, copper and steel rings, chains and whips, dildos, gags, etc. At the time I didn't know what most of them were for, but some of them looked like they might be fun. Others looked like a lot of pain.
"I own this room, but I rent it out at fifty bucks and hour to anyone who wants it. I have one rule, I enforce it and I live by it. Nothing is taken out of this cabinet unless both parties agree ahead of time that it can be used in the coming sex games."
"I never agreed to the vaseline." I was being a snot kid.
"You knew you were going to get fucked when you took the fifty, would you rather I had done it dry?"
"Okay", I said, "You've got another hour and I'll keep the fifty. I sure did like having you fuck me and I do want to taste your cock."
"Only if I tell you to. Now take off those damned clothes (I'd only put on my shorts) and get on that swing."
I soon found out what the swing was for, after he had me positioned on it he tied my wrists and my ankles. Then he positioned the height of the swing. My ass and my mouth were perfectly placed for the actions of the next hour.
He only came twice in that hour, once in my mouth and once in my ass. However, he was an expert at bringing me to a shooting climax. By the time the hour was over, I was covered with sweat and sticky cum and happy as a pig in a corn field.
There was a small stall shower in the garden and I cleaned up out there and got dressed. As I was leaving Sir asked me, "You know that you just got fifty bucks for selling yourself for sex, does that make you feel dirty?"
I had to think about that for a while then told him. "No, I might have if I hadn't enjoyed it so much, if it did I'd give you the fifty back."
"Would you be willing to do it again?"
"Sure, you may be older than my father but you swing one wicked cock."
"How about with someone other than me -- same rules you do whatever your told and you get 25 bucks an hour. You work two hours every Friday night and four hours every Saturday. I supply the John's."
"I'm pooped and sucked dry in two hours, I'd never make four."
"These guys pay for an hour each, but by the time they get in here they are so close to popping they seldom last fifteen minutes."
"Why are they so close?"
"That mirror is a one way window. A bunch of prospective John's have been watching for the last two hours. They masturbate and suck each other as they watched you and me. Then they pay for you to finish them up. You like to suck cock and some of them can fuck real good."
"You didn't tell me about any audience. I ought to put you through that mirror. I'm not about to let a lot of fat old men fuck me while I suck a lot of flaccid cocks."
As I left he called down the hall, "Think about it, a hundred fifty bucks is three months pay for a seamen. I'll make sure your John's are all under 50, can get it up and raise your pay to $100 an hour if you agree to a gangbang with a bunch between 25 and 35. Hell I can sell you to twenty year olds."