PAUL'S CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY
THIS IS A FANTASY AND THERE IS NO INTENTIONAL SIMILARITY TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF ACTS INVOLVING SEXUAL RELATIONS BETWEEN CONSENTING GAY MALES, YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE. PLEASE LEAVE.
FORWARD: This is a story of a lonely sailor at Christmas a long way from his home. There are probably many sailors or ex-sailors that can relate to this situation. Paul is 27 years old, brown hair and eyes, 5'11", 170lbs with a clean shaven run of the mill handsome look about him. Not all girls turn and look but he has turned more then one boy's head. Under his heavy Macinaw you could not really see that he had a well built body that showed his years of working on his family farm. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and lean well formed muscles. His thighs were solid muscle from walking behind a plow before his Dad finally broke down and bought a tractor. Yes, nature had built a beautiful body for Paul. He had been transferred from aboard ship to the Boston Naval Shipyard in Charlestown for duty. It would have been great if he could have stretched his leave so he could have been home for Christmas but no such luck. So here he was stuck in Boston, a stranger.
If you have ever been in Boston or any part of upper New England for that matter, you should know how cold it can get in the middle of December. It is cold and when snowing even worse.
Paul had found this bar on Washington Ave. and slipped in for a couple of beers, hell it was warm and he didn't have any idea where else to go outside of the YMCA. What Paul did not know is that it was a gay bar but he soon thought something was different when he only saw men sitting at the bar and in the booths. He had sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a Schlitz as he removed his car coat. If anyone was watching, it would not have taken long to see that this was a real man with a gorgeous body outlined by his tight fitting black turtle neck sweater. The sweater fit like a glove showing the defined outline of his pecs and the size of his biceps and forearms with his broad chest and shoulders smoothly descending to his narrow waist.
The bartender brought his beer and acted like he was wiping the bar down he asked Paul, "you new in here, don't remember seeing you before?" Paul answered yes he was, flashing the bartender a dazzling smile. From what he could see, the bartender was no slouch in the body department eiher and his golden blond hair stood out in the limited lights. His light blue eyes were in a smooth square jawed face that had a firm jaw line and he looked to be about 24 or maybe 2r years old about 165 or 175 lbs. All in all a pretty nice package from the narrow waist up. The tight little apron showed just how narrow his waist was and Paul estimated his waist to be maybe 30 or 31 inches. Standing about 5'10 or 11" he was more then just a little hot looking and Paul felt a twinge in his groin. Paul had not been with a man since he was transferred and in Baxter, Iowa you didn't get anything much outside of Molly Palm and her 5 Sisters.
The kid leaned over and extended his hand saying "well welcome to Boston, my name is Reid." Shaking his hand, he noticed it was a firm and solid handshake not limpy. As they were shaking and squeezing each others hands, Paul said "thanks Reid, my name is Paul". Reid said "and I bet you are in the Navy, right?" Paul looked at his bright flashing eyes and answered "yeah, does it show that bad". Before he could answer, someone down the bar called out "hey Reid, how about some service down this way if you have the time." Reid blushed lightly and told Paul he would be back a little later, had to take care of the sharks. Paul stopped and thought "sharks, he had never heard that term before but brushed it aside". Watching Reid walk down the bar he could see that Reid had a really tight butt, a real bubble butt and his cock started to rise a little. He sighed to himself and felt someone sit on the stool next to his, it was an older man, much older. Paul said "hi" and lifted his beer to take a long pull at it. The guy said "can I buy you a beer that one looks almost empty." Paul told him thanks but I got one ordered and glancing over at Reid, he saw he had a Schlitz in his hand. The older guy just slid off his stool and moved away into the shadows.
Reid brought the beer and leaning over said "see the sharks are out and looking for seafood with you in mind for dinner." Paul reached for his wallet but Reid told him it was paid for by the guy down the bar looking over his shoulder in the direction of a guy at the end who had remarked about needing service. Paul nodded his head in thanks and the guy lifted his beer in reply and started to move off his stool as if to join Paul. Looking at him, Paul shook his head in a slight negative motion and the guy stopped sitting back on his stool. Reid just grinned and said "that won't make you many friends in this bar." Paul told Reid to take the beer back to him then and Reid told him he didn't need to do that, they all understood sign language giving a little chuckle under his breath.
No one else was calling for service so Reid stood there and lifted his leg up resting his foot on the lip of the sink with his hand hanging in front of his crotch. Paul had a look at a very nice piece of meat hanging down Reid's right leg and it didn't look like it was extended, just hanging there. He looked up at Reid and he just smiled at Paul and brushed his hand across his cock staring him dead in the eyes. Paul was struck and hooked by what he saw and his cock sprang up full hard, hurting from being confined in his jeans. Leaning back he reached down and adjusted his cock feeling Reid's eyes on him as he did. Leaning back on the bar he looked at Reid's cock and it had indeed extended itself and it looked huge maybe 8". Leaning over as he wiped the bar, Paul heard him whisper "nice Paul very nice, going to do something with that later?"
Before he could answer, someone else called for a beer and Reid moved away, the little apron barely covering that length of meat sliding down the leg of his jeans. Paul sat there squeezing his cock and he could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his piss slit, he was hot and horny and knew he wanted to get with Reid, he needed someone real bad.
Thinking to himself, his thoughts running over what he wanted to do with this bartender that had walked into his gayscope and really had him excited, he again felt someone sit on the bar stool on the other side. Turning his head, he saw a nice looking young guy sitting there smiling and heard him say "hi, I'm Jerry, whats up?" Oh boy the universal come on question.
Leaning back he looked at Jerry and said "me if you want to check it out." The kid just looked at Paul with a big grin on his bright clean shaven face and said "oh no, I know better then that, Reid has his cap set for you tonight." Paul looked at him and said "what, how do you know that?" With a flashing smile Jerry told him that Reid never stood and talked to some at the bar as long as he had talked to him unless he wanted them and man, he wanted you. Paul said, "you seem to know him pretty good, when did he tell you this if he did", just a little hint of exasperation in his voice.
Jerry sat there for a moment looking at Paul before he said "Paul don't get testy, Reid told me about you when that older man sat next to you trying to put the blast on you." Paul felt his face get a little red and he said "I'm sorry Jerry, he must have told you my name as well", Jerry nodded his head in the affirmative. They both took pulls at their beers.
Scooting his stool a little closer Jerry started talking to Paul. With his head positioned so he did not have to talk that loud he gave him a quick lesson in how things worked in Boston gay bars. Jerry said "Paul, most gay bars here have a pretty steady clientele and everyone knows everyone for the most part. When someone like you walks in, he is checked out real close and fast." Taking a pull on his beer he continued "you were scoped when you walked in the door and everyone thought you were probably gay and very likely a sailor", pausing for a moment "when Reid showed you his crotch and you responded, that nailed it and when Reid continued to chat with you, everyone knew not to approach you just yet." "Anyone good looking like you and sitting at the bar is always checked out by Reid, we all know that and we don't move on them." Again Jerry pulled on his beer, it was almost empty. Reid was busy at the far end of the bar and he tapped it gently on the bar top. Reid glanced their way and said "be right there hold on a sec." Paul's beer was almost empty so he held up his bottle for Reid to see.
Paul asked Jerry "what do you mean just yet?" Jerry thought for a moment and said "Paul don't think that we are cliqued and Reid always gets first pick, not at all like that. But Reid is not able to get out and cruise like the rest of us so we just leave the guys that sit at the bar for him until we realize he is not going to make a move. Then all bets are off." "The old man that sat next to you and they guy that sent you the beer are not regulars and don't know our sort of agreement between ourselves. Reid is a very popular fella and everyone likes him." Paul said "yeah, I can see why they would". Jerry just smiled at him and Reid brought the beers. Paul started to reach for his wallet again and Reid leaned over telling him "this time on me, you can pay me later if you want to." Jerry started to move and Paul caught his arm asking him not to leave. Reid moved back and said "oh, competition tonight Jerry." Jerry looked at him and started to speak when Paul said "no Reid, I just need someone to talk with and keep the sharks away until you get off at what time?" Reid looked a little embarrassed and leaning forward on the bar he told Jerry he was sorry and stroked his hand while telling Paul the bar closed at midnight since it was Saturday and no bars were allowed open after midnight and until noon on Sunday, blue laws. Leaning back, he turned and walked away to the other end.
Jerry took a long pull on his fresh beer and very low he whispered "Paul you are one lucky dude that you met someone like Reid, he is one hell of a man." Looking at Reid as he walked away, Paul just nodded his head as he took a long pull on his bottle his cock starting to rise again at the sight of that tight ass.
I'M SORRY BUT THIS WILL HAVE TO BE CONTINUED LATER
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