Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 01:20:50 -0500 From: franz schubert Subject: San Diego Diary 1940 - Chapter 4 4. Ed Yesterday afternoon Ed and I practiced driving balls on the college range. Ed's graduated last month. He's about a year and a half older than me. We hit it off when we first met in athletics. He's even better at golf than I am. He's as sexy as Douglas Fairbanks Jr in Gunga Din or that movie about the Merchant Marines that came out a few months ago when Douglas announced he was joining the Navy. His hair is really long in that movie but actually, Ed's is longer. Except in the back. It's dark brown, almost black, and he's always pushing back a stray lock that falls over his forehead. When he's serious, as he usually is, his dark eyes can drill through you. He has the same look of intense concentration when he tees up, which makes him even more handsome. As usual Ed drove farther and straighter than me. After a half hour or so the wind started to pick up. Old Santa Ana was about to visit in full force. We left our cleats and bags in the lockers, and he suggested going up to his room at the fraternity house. He led the way up to the second floor where he has his combined bedroom and study. As I followed him up the stairs I kept a distance so that my face was on the same level as his keister as he climbed, to get the best view of his plus fours tugging at at his plump rump. It was nice size bedroom with a study desk and some mission style chairs, and a single-size bed in an alcove. The wind blew the curtains into the room. Ed shut the window and locked the door behind us. -- Sometimes it's hard to find privacy around here. Well, it was getting dark and gusty outside. He switched on a table lamp with a tinted glass shade that made the room glow softly like a shadowy cave lit by sunset. He sat on the edge of the bed and invited me to sit beside him. I was kind of surprised when he produced a flask, since neither of us are drinkers really. But anyway we both took a slug of whiskey. Then he was silent for a minute, like he was thinking of what to say. Or how to put it. -- This war in Europe. My father tells me Roosevelt is going to order a peacetime draft in the fall. Dad wants me to enlist and go for officer training. I've decided I'm going to do it, so now that they're moving the fleet to San Pedro I'll be leaving San Diego at the end of the week. He gazed down for a moment, troubled. I dreaded what he was about to say. -- I don't know when we'll see each other again. Before I could respond he raised his head and turned toward me. His lips were pressed hard together and he looked directly at me with an intensity that was almost angry. Without a word he grabbed my tie and pulled me to him, holding me in his grasp. His face came toward me -- and he kissed me on the lips! Not just a peck -- he tilted in and made contact! I guess you could say that for a 19 year old fella I've sucked a lot of cocks. And sure, I've imagined kissing guys too. I never suspected Ed of being queer. But here we were, two queers kissing each other. At that moment I realized that my dick had feelings toward Ed that had been growing along with our friendship. My eyes were half open. His were closed. Our lips were parted and he held my lower lip softly between his two lips. A real Hollywood kiss! He drew back to gaze at me, a shock of his dark glossy hair falling over his forehead. He looked like he was in a dream. Turns out Ed had never kissed a guy before either. I put my hands in his hair and pushed his head to the side to expose his smooth neck. I pressed my face in his bent neck and my open lips against his jugular like Russell Gleason in that old vampire movie. I dragged the inside of my lower lip over his neck, gathering the salty taste of him, smelling the faint essences of lanolin and talc in his hair. Outside the devil wind was blowing in big gusts that made the window rattle. Ed sat up abruptly and stood by the side of the bed. The intense, almost angry look came over his face again. He tugged at his tie knot and furiously freed himself from its confines. You too, he said. I was eager to oblige. We threw our ties any old where and fumbled with our shirt buttons, finally pulling the shirttails out of our pants and throwing the shirts off. We lay down on the narrow bed, bare chested, and held each other. I rolled over on him, getting him on his back and sitting astride his half naked body. I put my hands on the mounds of his chest, feeling his soft fuzzy chest hair, and circled his nipple with my finger. He scrunched his eyes closed and tossed his head from side to side. I gently pinched them the way kids press open the jaws of a snapdragon. He moaned like he was in seventh heaven. I kissed and licked his nipples, moving from one to the other with the tip of my tongue as they grew rigid. Each time my tongue touched one of them he squirmed and when I licked them his legs jerked reflexively. I held his sides, my hands spanning his ribs, to keep him in place while I scooted down to kiss his belly, exhaling hot breath on his skin, pressing with my lips so that he tensed his stomach to meet them and rubbed and massaged the back of my head, pushing me into his flesh. My face was close to his hard rod now and I grasped it through his knickers and worked the length of it up and down, making him moan softly. Finally he pushed me off and reversed our positions, lying on top of me, cradling my head in his arms. He held me like a captive, and covered my face with short hard kisses, his eyes closed, the hank of hair dangling. And while he was kissing me he was also sliding his hips against me, his hard pole rubbing next to mine through the fabric of our pants. He put his cheek against mine and in a low husky breath he whispered, I've wanted you since I first met you. I shuddered as he poured his secret into me and my whole existence trembled as if I would break. In my mind I heard myself repeating his words like a chant in an unknown language in my poor reeling head, until I said Ed. Ed. I want you too. The flesh Our balls rolled together and he both humped , hips moving in thrusts while we kissed and for the first time felt face on another man's face and our breathing grew faster til we panted against each other's mouths and in one splattering hot gushes of spunk on our bellies jerking against each other over and over til we were covered with sweat and cum. And we lay together embracing and silent, each knowing the other completely. Outside old Santa Ana was whistling and blowing like it would flatten the city. Finally we pulled apart. Ed grabbed a towel that was wedged between the way and the bed, looking sheepish as he explained that he kept it there for when he pulled himself off. We rubbed the jizz off our bodies and got naked. Ed folded our clothes over a chair and jumped back onto the bed with me, smiling beautifully. -- Ed, we can see each other again even though you're in the service. You'll have shore leave and you can come and visit me in San Diego. -- Yes. I want to do that. And I'll write. We'll write each other. -- But where will you be stationed? -- Oh, that's the good part about joining. I'll be in the harbor in Hawaii. -- Which ship? -- The Pennsylvania, he said proudly.