(Although entirely true, the following events took play before the
days when SAFE SEX was a major concern of the gay community.
Enjoy the story as it is written, but when you have sex, by all
means PLAY SAFE!)
MARINE BOB -by Lance Kester
I met Bob sitting in a bar where we fell into friendly conversation. I guessed him to be in either the army or marine corps. It turned out that he was a marine and proud of it. I had long known that service men alone often were looking for action. Even if they were not seeking male sex, they were usually open to conversation and glad to have company. I've taken home many service men who appreciated getting away from their duty post and enjoying local hospitality. To quite a few of these, I have extended my hospitality right into my bedroom and into some hot sex.
Bob was short, dark, and attractive, but not really handsome. He was verbally clever, and I love his New England accent and quickness of wit. When I told him I was going home to smoke a joint, his eyes lit up, and he asked if he could join me. Who was I to say no to one of the "Few Good Men"? Soon we were at my place `burning one.' One of the good things about pot is that you sit close to each other in order to share the joint. The closeness of bodies is the first step toward the bed.
I told Bob how much I admired his tattoos, and he was only too glad to show them to me. He said he had one on his chest if I would like to see it, but he would have to take off his shirt, if I didn't mind. I didn't mind! Guys who have tattoos love showing them, and I love seeing them. My next ploy often sets the stage and lets me know how far I can get. I ask how a tattoo feels to the touch and may I touch it? What he says and how he says it gives me a good indication of my sexual future with him.
Bob let me feel his tattoo. By then I was so stoned, I dropped all pretense and started feeling him all over and went for his crotch. He pushed my hand away from his dick, and for a moment I thought I had struck out, but he told me to save that (meaning his dick) for later. I asked him why not now and again later. He made no objection, so I started pulling off his clothes. Next I pulled him in bed and started sucking his average size dick. He would not let me suck his balls. He said they were too sensitive. When I went for his sweet little asshole, he strongly objected, so I went back to his hard dick.
As I was sucking him, he reached down and pulled on my dick. In a flash I had my clothes off and turned in bed so he could pull on mine while I sucked his. In a moment I felt his wet mouth going down on me. I tried to be cool about it because I had previously been to bed with straight men who wanted to try sucking. Sometimes they will take a few sucks and then quit. Bob did not want to quit. In fact, he grew more determined by the minute so that I stopped sucking him, and we both got into his sucking me.
After a while he came up for air and told me to beat off and let him watch. He lay back and started beating his dick and watched me beat mine. In a few minutes he moaned and let out a steady stream of white cum that did not shoot but rather poured onto his stomach. Immediately, he hopped up and wanted to shower. I found that Bob was a clean freak -a squeaky clean marine.
When he stepped out of the shower, I was waiting for him on my knees and went right back to that dick. He laughed and sat on the toilet and let me suck him while I beat off. I put a towel on the floor to shoot on, but when I came, I overshot the towel and some of it hit Bob's foot. He told me it got on him, and I apologized, but he didn't mind. He told me it was really hot and that maybe next time I could shoot off on his chest, if I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all!
I did not see Bob for a while. One day the phone rang and a voice asked if I knew who it was. Whoever it was, he was putting me to a test. It took a second, but I could not miss that New England accent. He seemed pleased that I remembered him and wanted to come over. After that he started visiting twice and sometimes three times a week. What I liked about him was that our relationship was more than just sex which we did almost every visit. He was interesting in many ways. We played scrabble, rented video movies, cooked meals, and had a good friendship. Bob was separated and supporting two children. He was always short of cash, and I was glad to help him with gas money or bar money when we went out together. A couple of times he called and asked to borrow twenty dollars until pay day. I told him I did not lend money, but that I would give it to him. Our friendship went on for five months before he was transferred, and in that time, he never took financial advantage of our relationship or expected payment for our fun together. If he needed help, he told me how much and I gave it to him. One of the things I liked about this marine was that he was always full of surprises. Almost every week, he would add a new dimension to our sexual activities.
(To be continued in MARINE BOB II)