|INCIDENT ON POLK STREET Copyright ©
2004 by Jerry Leckie — A young
sailor, a gay virgin on shore leave, looks for male companionship on
infamous Polk Street. He finds what he is looking for -- and more. He
returns to his ship, a changed man, vowing to return for what he has
found, if it's still there.
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INCIDENT ON POLK STREET
CHAPTER ONE - BUDDY'S STORY
Note 1: Readers have
(insisted?) that I continue this story; therefore, I have revised the
original story to begin developing the characters and have designated
it as Chapter One.
Note 2: Please be aware that my military training is limited to two
years of college ROTC. So, don't rag on me if I don't have the military
jargon exactly right.
Note 3: The US government closed the Mare Island Naval Shipyard,
Vallejo, California, in 1996; but, for this story, I've chosen to keep
had fallen asleep face-down on the big bed in the hotel room. While waiting, he had
stripped down to his white-cotton briefs and collapsed.
However, his civilian clothes were hung neatly on the chair next to
the big oak desk. His military training had taught him to always be
neat in that respect. He was a big, strapping youth, but he looked
like the little-boy-lost, vulnerable, and out of place laying there
in the large and expensive hotel room. He stirred in his sleep. The
well-defined muscles in his back, arms, and legs rippled, vivid in
relief from the shadows cast by the dim lamp on the table. The white
cotton of his briefs stretched and pulled as he flexed the muscles of
his well-formed buttocks. Dreams wakened in his head, random thought
pictures from the last few hours: the submarine docking at Mare
Island; Friday night; weekend liberty; shuck the sailor suit and jam into some civvies; the
bus ride into San Francisco; where to go; "Polk Street"
someone said; find some ass there.
Buddy found Polk
Street to be not quite what he expected: seedy, seething with activity, and slimy
with the backwater population of The City. Unexpected also because
the "ass" to be found there wasn't female. He briefly
wondered whether his shipmates had discovered his most secret thoughts.
He hoped not, for he needed consenting male companionship very much, a
male that wasn't in the US Navy, that is.
He had just turned
twenty-one and enlisted; he had been through basic training
and returned from his first cruise, convinced that what he needed and
wanted for the rest of his life was intimate male companionship. He already had ordinary male companionship, courtesy of the
close quarters of the ship. But, he wanted--no, craved--more than that, deep down in his soul. He had made several
good friends aboard ship, and he would have liked to carry some of the
relationships past that point, but he dared not, and it was
The doctrine of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" still ruled in the military.
he reached Polk Street and realized what activity was to be found
there, his penis twitched in anticipation. He detached himself from
his buddies and walked alone, attracting comments and admiring
glances from the pretty male prostitutes. On a hunch, he turned and entered a
bar. He hadn't been in many gay bars before, but there was always
something about them that was recognizable. He strolled toward the back,
glancing around, trying to locate anyone from his ship. Not finding
any mates, he relaxed and continued,
shyly looking for a friendly face.
stopped and bought a beer, then strolled on, shifting his
glance from face to face, trying to make eye contact. The first solid
connection he made was with a fellow leaning against the
back wall. The light was so bad that all Buddy could see at first was
the outline of his tall, lean body, the smile of his white teeth, and
the whites of his eyes--looking right at him.
approached the man, smiling shyly in return. On closer inspection,
he found the fellow's appearance startling, for he looked very much like
himself--sandy-blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion. They were
even dressed alike. The icing on the cake was that the guy was young and very handsome.
The good looking dude stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jerry," he said with a pleasant smile, pressing
Buddy's hand with a firm, confident grip.
"Hi, I'm Buddy."
They warmed to each other
immediately and were soon chattering away about themselves. Buddy
revealed his status as a Swabby on temporary shore leave, and Jerry
stated that he both lived and worked in San Francisco.
the conversation hummed contentedly, there was an undercurrent of
sexual excitement that began to build at a rapid rate.
stepped back into the corner and turned Buddy until his back was to
the room, effectively shielding them from view. Jerry reached out and
stroked the side of Buddy's face. Both men sighed and smiled. Then,
Jerry reached down and stroked Buddy's crotch, causing the boy's dick
to uncoil. Emboldened by this move, Buddy returned the favor by cupping
crotch in his hand.
stirred again in his sleep. By reflex, he grabbed the pillow at his
head and moved it down to his chest, hugging it to him. He flushed,
remembering the feeling of Jerry's crotch in his hand. As they
massaged each other, Buddy leaned forward hesitantly and kissed Jerry. The man's
mouth opened to receive him and sucked his tongue inside. Both young men
trembled and broke apart, gasping.
Buddy stared wide-eyed at Jerry. "I can't believe I just did that." He looked around. "And in a public place too."
Jerry grinned. "Was that your first kiss with a guy?" Buddy nodded. "Well, here's another first for you."
unzipped Buddy's fly and snaked his fingers into the opening of his
briefs. He gasped with delight when he forced the thick, eight-inch
cock out into the open. He simply stared down at it for a moment,
then he cooed like a baby as he gently peeled the foreskin back,
revealing the large head.
could barely stand the exhilarating sensation of having another man
touch his dick. He too, had to have a cock in his hands. He unzipped
Jerry's fly and hauled out the most stiff, seven-inch, uncut penis he
had ever seen.
men almost passed out from the sensation of what they saw and felt.
For a few minutes they were content to gently manipulate each other.
They stared with mouths open, in wonder, at the beautiful sight of
two, huge, virile male cocks in full flower.
looked into each other's eyes simultaneously and smiled. And,
continued to stare into identical blue pools as their spare hands
began to explore; a stroke here brought a sigh; a caress there
brought an intake of breath. To Buddy, this was wonderful beyond description.
spite of the lust haze he was enjoying, Jerry realized that they were
pushing their luck by exposing themselves in a public place. He
leaned close to Buddy's ear and whispered, "Let's go to a hotel where
we can be comfortable and spend some time together." He grinned. "I
want to see a lot of you, if you know what I mean."
A big smile appeared on Buddy's face. "Sounds like a plan. Let's do it."
heavily and grinning like school boys, they made themselves as
presentable as possible and walked down to Powell Street. When they
got to Geary, Jerry turned into the Saint Francis Hotel. He marched up to
the counter and asked for a room.
wasn't until they were in the elevator that the sight of the place
made an impact on Buddy. This is one fucking fancy hotel! Buddy thought. And no one batted an eyelash when we showed up at this time of
night with no luggage. Oh well, the price of a room in this joint
must also buy a certain amount of sophistication.
let them into the room and moved over to the window without turning on
the light. He opened the drapes, exposing them to the
breathtaking view of The City, as San Franciscans call it, at night. He drew Buddy into an embrace
and, side by side, they savored the panorama. Jerry sighed, "I never
tire of this sight."
Buddy murmured, "It's magnificent."
Jerry turned, drew
Buddy close and left a trail of kisses from his lips, down his chin,
across the softness of his throat, to his ear. "So are you. Welcome to San Francisco sailor," he whispered softly.
sighed and reached for Jerry's crotch, but Jerry withdrew and stood
back at arms length. He looked at Buddy as if he had just made a
decision. "Buddy, make yourself comfortable. Order room service if
you want. I have to go get something. I'll be back in a little while."
Without acknowledging the surprised look on Buddy's face, he turned and walked out the door.
The memory of that door
slamming echoed in Buddy's dream, shocking him awake.
raised his head and looked at the clock on the table. He had been
asleep for an hour. He started to wonder whether Jerry was coming
back, but his thoughts were overridden by the pressure in his groin. He
slowly rolled over on his back, revealing the head and first
two inches of his dick sticking out of the waistband of his shorts.
He lifted himself up onto his elbows and
stared down the expanse of his chest to his cock. A shiver of delight
ran through his entire body, his nipples became erect, and a pearl of
clear fluid appeared at the opening of his fat dick. The head
enlarged measurably, forcing the foreskin to retract a little. He
could feel his balls contracting with excitement. As they moved
within his scrotum, the soft cotton of his briefs tickled his skin.
Buddy remembered the events of the evening, and viewed the sight of
his own excited body, his eyes glazed over with lust. He heaved
himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. When his
feet hit the floor, he raised his tight butt up just far enough to
skin his shorts off. He kicked them aside and spread his legs wide,
drinking in the magnificent sight of his huge cock in full heat. It
was so hard and engorged with blood that he could actually see it
move with the pulse beat of his heart.
his hand moved to grasp his cock. He was so excited that he didn't
know what to expect when he touched it. Just as his fingers encircled
it, a key sounded in the lock and the harsh light from the
hall framed Jerry in the doorway. In spite of the blinding light
pouring into the room, Jerry looked radiant standing in the doorway,
smiling from ear to ear, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and
a leather bag in the other.
smile faded when his eyes took in the naked image of Buddy seated on
the bed, legs spread wide, with his fist around his gigantic cock.
Jerry stepped inside the room, nudged the door closed, and laid the
flowers and bag on the desk, all without taking his eyes off Buddy.
Moving like a robot, he shed his jacket, whipped his shirt over his
head, stepped out of his shoes, and moved to kneel
between Buddy's outspread legs.
The boy had not moved, still clasping his cock while tracking
Jerry's movements with his eyes. When he had seen Jerry's smile
in the doorway, all thoughts of the man abandoning him vanished, but
he still felt like his penis was going to explode. He smiled uncertainly as
Jerry knelt and reached for the prize.
When the man's fingertips touched him, Buddy's cock exploded thunderously,
striking Jerry's mouth and chin. It erupted six more times, splashing
Jerry's face, neck, chest, and arms. A silent scream was the only
sound that could escape Buddy's throat.
men stared with lust-filled eyes. With a low-throated growl Jerry
wiped the cum from his lips and chin and sucked his fingers clean. He
licked the cum from his arms and then began wiping his chest and
licking his fingers greedily. Suddenly, he stopped, looked at Buddy
and leaned forward, moving his cum-covered right nipple within inches
of Buddy's face.
had never tasted cum, but he was so filled
with lust the thought never entered his mind. He leaned forward
to meet the object of his desire and extended his tongue tentatively.
He flicked the drops of cum off the nipple and swallowed. Somewhere
his brain registered that it tasted sweet, but animal desire overtook
him and he roughly pulled Jerry toward the bed, rolling him over.
straddled Jerry's legs and fell to lapping his own essence. He licked
and sucked Jerry's chest clean of the milky liquid. Panting
with desire he moved forward until his dick, still hard and dripping
with cum, was in reach of Jerry's lips. He aimed his spear at his
mouth for him to clean.
reacted like a madman. He grabbed the boy's buttocks and massaged them fiercely while he lapped and sucked his
rock-hard dick. Instinctively, Buddy began to pump his cock in and out of Jerry's
mouth with deep strokes. Just as Jerry began to
fight for air, Buddy withdrew all but the tip. Jerry sucked in a lung
full and Buddy plunged in to the hilt, shooting a wad straight down Jerry's throat.
After the storm of lust had abated,
they rolled onto their sides. Each stared into the other's eyes
and mouthed "Wow." Hesitating only for a moment, their faces moved
together for a long, quiet kiss, Buddy's second soul kiss. He wore a lopsided
grin as he pulled back from it, searching Jerry's face, as if to
discover the secret of that wonderful experience.
Noting that Jerry was still panting with desire, Buddy sat on the edge of the bed and gently stood him between his legs. He
unfastened the man's pants, letting them fall to the floor. Jerry
stepped out of them to reveal the
sight Buddy had been waiting to see: Jerry's steel-hard prick
standing in relief behind the soft, white cotton of his briefs.
moaned softly and leaned forward until his cheek touched
the fabric cloaking his desire. He moaned once again as he began to
slowly rub every inch of his face, from his hairline to his chin,
against the wonderfully hard object. Finally he delicately lowered
the briefs, exposing, for his view--and pleasure--what he had longed
for since first seeing it in the bar.
A wave of lust instantly washed over him. For
one awful moment he was so excited that he couldn't think of what to
do next. He decided to worship it. It was so close to his face that
he could feel its radiated heat. He could also smell that distinctly
masculine aroma that always aroused him. This was heaven! He stroked the
beautiful object lightly with his fingertips. He pulled the thin
sheath of foreskin back until the head was fully exposed. Holding the
cock at the base with one hand, he tickled and fondled the balls with
the other. When his desire for the cock was about to burst, he leaned
forward and took it in his mouth, licking, lapping, sucking, and
swirling his tongue around the head.
It's taste satisfied a burning,
but long-buried need within his soul. He sighed and plunged the
whole dick into his mouth.
warning, Jerry groaned and took his turn shooting his load. Buddy
could feel the lumps and spurts of cum traveling up the tube, rocketing into the back of his throat. He clasped Jerry's hips
in a tight embrace, holding this lovely prize to him. Buddy swirled
the cum around in his mouth, savoring the taste, then swallowed with
satisfaction. With reluctance, he released his lover and drew Jerry onto the bed again.
They lay quietly, side by side, their eyes closed until their breathing returned to normal. Then,
they began to touch and stroke every part of the other's body within
arms reach, eventually making them both hard again.
Jerry turned and positioned himself until their cocks were at mouth-level, and they began to quietly perform sixty-nine, like two
small boys nursing mother's milk.
fifteen minutes later, their nursing became more agitated. Then, it
became frantic. While they sucked at breakneck speed, their hands
were busy pinching nipples and crushing balls. Jerry worked his hand
between Buddy's legs, plunging his middle finger into the crack of his
buttocks, then on to violate his rectum. Jerry probed the orifice
furiously, then crooked his finger and massaged Buddy's
prostate. The boy let out a squeal and shot his load. Jerry was only
ten seconds behind in delivering another load down Buddy's throat.
Thoroughly satisfied with their work, they
licked the penises clean, smacking their lips. Curling into each other's
arms, they entered another long, slow, soul kiss.
At length, Buddy summoned
the courage to ask, "Where did you go after we checked into the
Jerry said, "Since this is Friday, and your first trip
to San Francisco, I wanted to spend the weekend showing you The
City. So I went home to get my traveling bag." Then Jerry smiled
wickedly, pointing to the window. "But, now that I've got you in bed and in my arms, any time you
feel like seeing the city, look there."
They both laughed, and Buddy said, "That's fine with me."
With that, Jerry quickly retrieved his traveling bag and rolled the boy
onto his stomach. He took out a tube of lubricant and began to rain
kisses over the smooth muscles of Buddy's back while his fingers worked
to loosen the boy's rectum. Minutes later, he eased his penis inside
and stretched out over his body.
Nibbling at Buddy's ear, he whispered softly, "I'll drive you back to the ship early Monday morning."
Buddy sighed and relaxed, thinking, "I'm going to enjoy
seeing San Francisco this way.
To be continued.
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