Copyright © 2010
By Lee Mariner
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My youngest nephew Wayne came into the world during the afternoon of
August 3, 1963. Adam, my younger brother by twenty-two months, kidded
me that Shirley had tried to hold off delivering Wayne in order to have
both birthdays together so they could save money on parties and
presents. I have not figured out the reasoning behind that one out yet
but, what the hell, why not.
Wayne weighed eight pounds, eleven ounces and he was twenty-inches in
length. Those statistics would change considerably in future years but
we will get to that a little later.
What we did not know was his best friend to be come onto the scene
fourteen-months later to the day. As we were not privy to his vital
statistics at birth, I can only say that what ever they were, they
would also change considerably in the coming years.
Wayne and Tommy attended the same kindergarten class, and while I
cannot say that is where their friendship started, it was probably the
starting point. Over the years they attended the same classes, joined
in sports and became fast friends. At some point between their
twelfth and fourteenth years, they suddenly realize there are girls in
their heretofore-private world of snakes, worms, spiders, baseball, and
football and other sports or male only activities.
The sudden changes in feelings in their loins and the sudden growth of
hair where none had been before was confusing and almost inexplicable
until they heard the whispered stories of older boys putting their hard
willies into an unknown part of a girls bodies called a “pussy.” When
trying to make inquiries of some of the older boys, the younger boys
were ignored and thrust aside with a jocular “you’ll find out when you
It was not until they caught Billy Marple in the boy’s bathroom sitting
on a toilet with his pants and underwear down around his ankles playing
with his impressive Willy that their sexual educations improved
considerably. Billy was only a few months older than they, and
while his Willy was not much larger then theirs, he seemed to enjoy
telling and demonstrating to Wayne and Tommy how to enlarge their
willies and enjoy stroking them to a point where it felt like they
could hardly breathe. It became an exercise that they became quite
expert at in performing together.
During their junior and senior school years, Wayne and Tommy seemingly
took little interest in girls and became almost inseparable. The
parents of both families thought it was a little more than unusual for
two unrelated boys to be closer to each other than many brothers are.
The father's of both boys’ tried to explain it away as being a phase
that all boys go through, and at some point, it would change. They were
only partially right as I would find out later.
I was in the eighteenth year of my naval career and serving in what
would or should be my last duty station before retirement. Instead of
living on base, I took an apartment in town. Living off base enabled me
to live more or less like a civilian and able to entertain certain
amenable guests overnight or for a weekend.
On this particular weekend, I had removed my uniform in my room and was
taking a shower in one of the large communal shower rooms with a couple
of sexy, young men their flaccid yet prominent cocks swinging in unison
with their steps walked into the shower. Fortunately, they were
involved in their conversation and ignored me. I say fortunate since
was horny as hell and it took all of my will power not to show just how
horny I was.
To play the game and keep up appearances, I had agreed to join a couple
of the people that I worked with at the CPO Club for a couple of beers
before going on to my apartment. It was not good policy to refuse to
often the invitations of men I was stationed with without good cause.
After lifting a beer or two, I could always make some inane excuse and
free myself in sufficient time to visit a popular gay bar that was
within walking distance of my apartment. Usually that would be then
sufficient. However, as the saying goes, “best laid plans of mice and
men oft times go astray.”
After my second beer and too much shop talk, I was racking my brain for
an excuse to leave when a young, gorgeous blond male came into the
public room from some inner sanctum within the club. My breath caught
quickly at seeing such an unanticipated vision of male magnificence. I
glanced at my drinking mates hoping they had not heard me inhaling so
quickly but they were engrossed in some ridiculous yet friendly
argument over what they had probably forgotten.
His wavy golden hair was neatly trimmed, and he was dressed in a fitted
white open throated short sleeve shirt with an ankle length white apron
tied around his narrow waist to protect his black trousers. He was
carrying a large metal serving tray and while glancing briefly at our
table, he started cleaning the surrounding tables of empty bottles and
glasses. The club’s Board of Trustees had long ago instituted the rule
of no smoking. Hence, there were no ashtrays to be cleaned.
Surreptitiously watching him work was a symphony in motion. Strong back
muscles rippled under the thin shirt material as he cleaned the tables
after clearing them. Sinewy biceps swelled, stretching the sleeves of
his shirt when he lifted his tray filled with empty glasses and
bottles. Moving with the grace of a ballet dancer, he carried them
through a swinging door into the kitchen area.
More than once, while he worked, I caught him glancing in our direction
and our eyes would meet briefly. A fleeting smile would pass over his
smooth, clean-shaven face and unless it was my imagination, he would
grin softly and wink.
My “gaydar” kicked into high gear and I knew that I had to have this
Adonis. The only problem, since I was sitting with three full-blown
heterosexuals, was the how and when. My bladder and the boy would solve
I was taking a sip of my warm Schlitz and mulling over the needed
discretion that would be required to disassociate myself from my
drinking companions when the object of my musings swept through the
swinging door still carrying his tray. Devine intervention could not
have handled the problem any better than Adonis did. Moving directly to
our table, he spoke in a soft melodious, “if you are going to have
another beer, fellas, it’s almost last call.”
Taking the lead, I slid my chair back and answered quickly, “not me, if
I have another beer, I will bust a gut.”
“Awww, come on Bart, one more won’t hurt you,” Matt the better looking
of my friends stated.”
“Matt,” I said as I slid my chair back and stood up. “It’s not your
bladder that is about to burst. Besides it is late and I’ve got to
“Yea, you’re a lucky bastard to have your own bachelor pad off base. My
wife will be sitting up waiting," Matt, complained. Almost in unison
the other two joined Matt in saying, “you ain’t alone there.”
“You reap what you sow,” I exclaimed airily, glancing in the direction
of my Adonis as I strode toward the head.”
I had unzipped my fly and was in the process of fishing out my
partially engorged cock when I heard the squeal of the outer door to
the head open. Adonis walked into the head untieing his apron as he
walked. His eyes flashed and a big grin spread across his face, ear to
ear. “Boy,” he exclaimed, throwing the apron over his shoulder as he
moved toward a urinal once removed from mine, “I didn’t really need to
go to the head until you mentioned it.”
“That’s called the power of suggestion,” I said, flipping my partially
flaccid four-inch uncut cock into full view. As a powerful stream
splashed into the urinal catch basin, I glanced in his direction. He
had deftly freed his cock from its confines. His equipment appeared to
be of the same size and was uncut.
I felt my cock growing and lifting it with the fingers of my left hand;
I glanced to where he was standing, his fingers slowly massaging the
growing length of his gorgeous cock. The sight was mesmerizing
and swallowing deeply, I was about to speak when he spoke, echoing my
“It looks like you have more of a problem than needing to piss,” he
said, moving to occupy the empty urinal between us and turning slightly
to afford me a full view of his magnificent cock.
“It looks like we both do,” I replied, nervously.
“What are we going to do about it?” he asked as he moved his left hand
toward my now fully erect eight-inch cock and I reached for his at
least seven-inch cock.
We inhaled deeply as we gripped our respective steel hard shafts.
Exhaling softly, “I know what I want to do but we can’t do it in here.”
“I live on base, but we could go out back of the club after it closes,”
he said. “There are some real thick bushes, and I’ve had sex back
“I don't know about that", I replied nervously." Are you on duty this
weekend?” I asked, mentally offering a prayer that he was not.
“Nah," he replied. "I'm off until Monday after I get off work, but I
live on base in the barracks,” he answered an almost mournful look in
his brilliant blue eyes.
“Hope sprang eternal,” I thought to myself before saying, “My apartment
is off base if you would want to go there with me.”
“Would I?” He exclaimed. “Man, I‘m so fucking horny I could almost fuck
a snake,” he continued, unconsciously in his excitement, squeezing my
drooling cock with such force as if to cut the blood off. “The club
closes at eleven o'clock but, I don‘t have a car.”
Releasing his pre-cum sticky cock and withdrawing my cock from his
grip, I said, “That’s okay. Meet me outside of gate two; I will be
driving a blue Chevrolet Impala convertible with Ohio license plates.
Will you be in uniform or civilan clothes?”
“Civvies,” he answered as we both returned our partially rigid but
quickly deflating cocks to the interior of our pants.
"It's a half hour before closing," I said while re-arranging my
clothes. “Follow me by a couple of minutes, and after I get clear of my
friends, I’ll meet you outside the gate.”
“I’ll be there, count on it," he replied a little excitedly. "I want
some of you real bad,” he said in a husky voice.
Glancing quickly at him as he arranged his clothes, I smiled and left.
My friends were at the table talking and finishing their beers. As I
walked up, Matt looked up quickly and said, “Hey Bart, I was getting
ready to send out a search party.
A quick thought that maybe I had missed something entered my mind as I
noticed that he had said, “I” instead of “We” as would usually have
been said. “Could I be mistaken about Matt,” I mused to myself. “Nah,”
my inner self disclaimed as I said. “You know how it is, Matt. I did
not ever think I would stop pissing. Right now though, it's getting
late and, I am going to head out. See you Monday.”
“Not unless I see you first,” Matt replied in the singular.
“Might be,” I answered, grinning at him as I left.