The Sailor
At the tender age of nineteen, I found myself stationed at the Naval Air Station Oceana, Virginia. I was a young Marine, less than one year out of boot camp at Parris Island. I was the epitome of an alpha, straight male. But that wasn't everything there was to me. For example, I loved to be nude. Anytime, anywhere that I could take off my clothes, I did. The communal barracks showers were wonderful. I was naked with other people. The only problem was that the Marines in 1980 frowned on males enjoying being nude with other males. So each shower opportunity was tempered by the struggle to hide my excitement. Porn was everywhere in the barracks, but it focused on beautiful nude women, which I enjoyed also. Most of the porn magazines also showed nude men as they were being pleased by the big, busted blondes. I enjoyed looking at everyone, men and women. I enjoyed masturbating to both.
Without a car, I was forced to find transportation off the base whenever I wanted to go into town or over to the beach. Getting a ride off base was easy, getting back was the challenge. As it was winter, the beach was dead in those days. I discovered that I could walk the beach at night and rarely ever run into anyone else. After a couple of practice runs, I decided to try walking the beach nude. I found a place where I could stack my clothes and keep them out of the sand. I quickly stripped and just wearing my running shoes, I took off down the beach. After a comfortable round trip run of three miles, I would have a nice sweat worked up and a raging erection. Of course it had to be dealt with, as it would not be any fun to try and tuck it back into my jeans. Using my saliva as lube I would wrap my slender fingers around my shaft and begin stroking. Standing nude on a public beach in the moonlight it didn't take long before I was grunting, arching my back and shooting my semen across the sand. After cooling down a few minutes, I would get dressed and start looking for a ride back towards the base.
I had taken my nighttime runs several times when one Thursday night I started back up the street towards the Air Station, thumb extended. I had not walked far when a big blue 1972 Chevy Impala pulled up and stopped beside me. A young guy with a military haircut asked if I needed a ride. I readily agreed and climbed into the passenger side.
After establishing that both of us were stationed at Oceana, we just started chatting about the beach, the base and our units. It was only a ten-minute ride to the Air Station but halfway there he pulled over into the parking lot of a closed business. I got just a little nervous as my thoughts went to robbery and drugs. The driver, who introduced himself as Bobby, turned to me and smiled.
"Would you like some head?", he asked.
Perplexed and completely against drugs I responded, "Do you mean pot?"
Bobby looked around into the darkness and quietly said "No, I mean a blowjob. Would you like me to give you a blowjob?"
Every Marine was imbued with the legend that all of the queers in the military were on Navy ships, so I wasn't totally shocked by the request. Coupled with the fact that I had just been running nude on the beach, I was a horny nineteen-year-old and I was a virgin. The best I had ever experienced was a quick handjob from a girl I had dated my senior year. After a long pause I tentatively answered "Yes".
"Let's get in the back seat. There's more room." Bobby directed.
We both got out and after looking around one more time, we both climbed in the backseat from opposite sides. Both of us were wearing tight jeans and after an awkward moment of trying to unzip and pull our cocks out it was obvious that was not going to work. At that point, I took the lead because I loved being naked. I quickly kicked my shoes off, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them and my boxers over my feet. My cock was already hard at the idea of being nude in a car with someone else in a public parking lot.
