The Sailor 1

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.

My inexperience kicked in now, but that was not Bobby's problem. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around my 7 inches, swelling shaft and began to gently stroke. It felt like a jolt of electricity went through my body when he touched me. I groaned involuntarily as his hot fingers worked up and down my shaft. Instinctively, I turned more to face him and spread my legs as much as I could in the backseat of his Chevy.

His fingers glided up and down my now throbbing shaft a couple of times before he too shifted in the seat and lowered his head to my very needy penis. Bobby flicked his tongue across the purple head of my cock and swirled it around the tip eliciting another groan from me. I had never felt anything that good.

Bobby lifted my cock towards my stomach with his warm fingers and dragged his tongue from my balls along the underside of the shaft to the tip. I watched with rapt attention as he pleased me with his mouth. He knew that he had me under his control. With that prelude, Bobby opened his mouth and closed his lips around my cockhead. The inside of his mouth was warm, wet and inviting. I was helpless to do anything but enjoy.

Slowly Bobby worked my cock in and out of his mouth, taking it a bit further each time. My eyes were focused on his mouth as my cock slid in and out, the feeling radiating through my body indescribable. I could not remember my cock ever being harder, the veins bulging. My penis is 7 inches long, cut and thick. Bobby was enjoying it like a kid with a lollipop.

Bobby paused for a moment with about three quarters of the length inside his mouth. He sucked and swallowed and wrapped his tongue around the shaft inside his mouth. I didn't know life could be this good. I had lost all track of where I was at or anything else except Bobby's incredible mouth. Then with a sharp inhaling breath, Bobby plunged down the shaft and buried his nose in my thick pubic bush. His chin was resting on my balls as my cockhead was inside his throat. He held it there for a minute as his deft fingers caressed my balls. I was ready to explode.

Bobby knew that our time was limited so he began earnestly working to elicit my orgasm. Pumping his mouth up and down on my shaft, coating it in saliva and caressing it with his fingers, he moved me closer and closer to eruption. My hands went to his scalp reflexively wanting to do something to participate in this wonderful experience.

My hips were thrusting upwards to meet his mouth. He knew it before I did. He kept only the head in his mouth and stroked the shaft as I screamed out in pure ecstasy.

"Ohhh....fffuucckkkkkkkk yesssss!!!!!"

My semen flooded his mouth with squirt after squirt of the thick liquid. My eyes rolled back in my head as I saw rockets exploding with a fireworks display of color. Bobby continued to milk my cock until I was spent. Lifting off my penis he looked at me, licked his lips clean and smiled. I could only lay there and try to restore calm breathing.

"We had better get cleaned up and get out of here before we get caught," he anxiously stated.

Quickly we dressed, got back in the front seat and headed for the main gate. After parking we exchanged work schedules and barracks addresses. We both knew this would not be our last time together. Next time I would need to pleasure him. And I did..but that's another story.