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Gay erotic fiction. Adult/Military. Explicit sex.
sailor on shore leave looks for male companionship on San Francisco's
infamous Polk Street and finds an enjoyable way to see the city, with the help of a willing resident.
INCIDENT ON POLK STREET
had fallen asleep face-down on the big bed in the hotel room. 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; 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.
Street was quite unexpected. It was 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 ship-mates knew about 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 boot camp,
and returned from his first cruise, convinced that what he needed and
wanted for the rest of his life was intimate male companionship. Male companionship he already had, courtesy of the
close quarters of the ship. He had made several
good friends there, and he would have liked to carry some of the
relationships past mere friendship. But he dared not, and it was
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. He abruptly turned into a
bar. He hadn't been in many gay bars before, but there was always
something about them that was recognizable. He strolled along the room,
glancing around, trying to locate anyone from his ship. Not finding
any mates, he relaxed and made his way to the gloom of the back,
looking for a friendly face.
stopped and bought a beer, then continued to the back, shifting his
glance from face to face, trying to make eye contact. The first solid
connection he made was with an attractive 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 Buddy.
approached the fellow, smiling in return, and, on closer inspection,
he found the man's appearance startling. He looked very much like
himself--sandy-blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion. They were
even dressed alike. The man introduced himself as Jerry and pressed
Buddy's hand with a firm, confident grip. They warmed to each other
immediately and were soon chattering away about themselves. Buddy
revealed his status as being 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. Finally, Jerry
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 the bulge of Buddy's crotch, causing
Buddy's dick to uncoil. Buddy returned the favor by cupping Jerry's
crotch in his hand. Jerry's dick expanded, forcing Buddy's fingers
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 and kissed Jerry. Jerry's
mouth opened to receive him and sucked his tongue inside. Both men
trembled and broke apart, gasping.
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 juicy 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 cock 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. They
continued to stare into identical blue pools as their spare hands
began to explore; a stroke here brought a sign; a caress there
brought an intake of breath. It was wonderful.
leaned close to Buddy's ear and suggested that they go to a hotel and
continue their explorations. Buddy excitedly agreed. Breathing
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 was one fucking fancy hotel! And no one
had batted an eyelash when he and Jerry 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 on over to the window without turning on
the light. He pulled back the drape, exposing them to the
breathtaking sight of The City at night. He pulled Buddy into a close
embrace, and side by side, they savored the sight. 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. Softly he whispered,
"Welcome to San Francisco".
sighed and reached for Jerry's crotch, but Jerry withdrew and stood
back at arms length. He said that he had somewhere to go, and asked
Buddy to make himself comfortable. Without acknowledging the hurt and
surprised look on Buddy's face, he turned and walked out the door.
slam of the door echoed in Buddy's head, 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,
covering his bellybutton. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and
stared down the length 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 suddenly 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 small 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 of
Buddy. Moving like a robot, he shed his jacket, whipped his pullover
shirt over his head, stepped out of his shoes, and moved to kneel
between Buddy's outspread legs.
had not moved; he still clasped his cock in his fist while tracking
Jerry's movements only with his eyes. When he had seen Jerry's smile
in the doorway, all thoughts of Jerry's abandoning him vanished, but
he still felt like his cock was going to explode. He smiled wanly as
Jerry knelt and reached for the prize.
When Jerry'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, much less his own. But he was so filled
with lust that this 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 mind 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,
lapped, 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 Jerry's
mouth and drove about six inches of it home.
reacted like a madman. He grabbed a handful of Buddy's buns in each
hand and massaged them fiercely while he lapped and sucked on Buddy's
rock-hard dick. Buddy began to piston his cock in and out of Jerry's
mouth in very fast, short strokes. Just as Jerry was beginning to
fight for air, Buddy withdrew all but the tip. Jerry sucked in a lung
full of air, and Buddy plunged in to the hilt and shot another wad of
cum straight down Jerry's throat.
seemed like minutes later, they rolled over on to their sides to
catch their breath. When they had recovered, Buddy motioned for Jerry
to stand beside the bed. Buddy sat on the edge of the bed and
unfastened Jerry's pants, letting them fall to the floor. Jerry
stepped out of them and stood there in all of his glory. This was the
sight Buddy had been wanting to see: Jerry's steel-hard prick
standing in relief behind the soft, white cotton of his briefs. Buddy
moaned softly with delight and leaned forward until his cheek touched
the fabric hiding his desire. He moaned once again as he began to
slowly rub every inch of his face, from his hairline to his chin
against this 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.
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 he longed for. This was heaven! He stroked the
beautiful object lightly with his finger tips. 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 longing 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 of the
dick, 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, with
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 they were both hard again.
turned and positioned himself until their cocks were at mouth-level
of each other. So, they began to quietly perform sixty-nine, like two
small boys nursing mother's milk.
fifteen minutes later, their nursing became more agitated, until 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
Buddy's buttocks, then on to violate his ass. Jerry frigged the ass
furiously, then crooked his finger and began to massage Buddy's
prostate. Buddy let out a squeal and shot his load. Jerry was only
ten seconds behind in delivering another load down Buddy's throat.
licked the dicks clean, smacked their lips, curled up in each other's
arms, and entered a long, slow, soul kiss. Finally, Buddy summoned
the courage to ask where Jerry had gone when they checked into the
room. Jerry said that since this was Friday, and Buddy's first trip
to San Francisco, he wanted to spend the weekend showing Buddy The
City. So he went home to get his shaving kit. Then Jerry smiled
wickedly, and, pointing to the window, told Buddy that any time he
felt like seeing the city he could look there. With that, he rolled
Buddy over on his stomach and told him he was about to get fucked. As
he plunged into Buddy's ass, he stretched out over his body and began
to nibble at Buddy's ear. He whispered softly that he would drive
Buddy back to the ship early Monday morning.
closed his eyes, sighed, smiled, and relaxed. He was going to enjoy
seeing San Francisco this way.
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