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Subject: Story with no name #033 (gay)
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Date: 8 Mar 93 22:21:47 GMT
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Message #33
To: All lovers of Marine Life...
Subject: A marine...

One night in San Diego I was visiting a friend in an area cut off
from the rest of the world by freeway construction, which left
only one way in and out of his neighborhood.  As I was driving
out, I was hailed by a pedestrian in Marine uniform who asked
directions.  Since I was heading towards the same destination,
I offered a lift.  He accepted.

We chatted about nothing in particular until I reached the corner
of Pacific Highway and Ash Street, then a very busy intersection,
to let him out.  As he got out of the car, he thanked me and I
told him he was welcome...  He then surprised me by asking if I
were sure.  I asked what he meant.  He replied, "I just wondered
if I were really welcome!"

"That is a funny thing to say."

"Well, I just wondered if I were really welcome.  Why did you
pick me up?"

"Just being helpful.  Were you expecting to be propositioned"

"That is what you wanted isn't it?  Why didn't you ask?"

I told him it just had not seemed appropriate.  He acted as if
he had somehow been rejected and resented it.  At that point
he said, "How much do you like?"  "What?"  "How much do you
like?  Is this enough for you?"

With that he opened his fly and pulled out one of the biggest
cocks I had ever seen!  Standing along side my car on a busy
street!

I said, "Get in, let's go to my apartment."

He refused.  "Right here, or forget it!"

I decided to forget it, and drove off....

Later, I was heading North on the highway and spotted the same
man, walking backward along the highway, waving his thumb.  I
pulled up, and he got back in my car.  His demeanor was so
different that I was not sure he was, in fact, the same man...
When I was sure he was the same man, I asked again if he wanted
to go back to my apartment.  Again he refused, but suggested
that I might play with it a bit...

No sooner had a reached for the goodies, than he suddenly said,
"God, I hate this uniform!" and proceeded to strip completely...

There I was, driving along the Pacific Coast Highway, ten in the
evening, with a naked Marine alongside me...

He repeated his invitation, suggesting that I play with it a
bit.  I tried once again to get him to go back to my apartment,
but he still refused, so we continued our way North along the
highway.

At the first opportunity I pulled off the highway into a secluded
area and took good care of his obvious problem...  Since he was
stationed at San Onofre, some 60 miles from San Diego, I had
ample opportunity to stop twice more to take the starch out of
his pole.  After the third stop, he got dressed and I left him
at his base...

A most interesting evening...