LIBERTY NINE
                                        By Doug Gage

     I am tired of reminding you that all this took place in 1954
     and no matter how well you may know your sexual partner today
     you must insist on safe sex.  It is extremely dangerous to do
     otherwise.

     The last two weeks of electronics school at Treasure Island
was a coaster ride.  We had available liberty every night and no
real studying to do.  I really thought I was fucked out when I got
back to the base Sunday following my initiation into Cocksuckers
Unanimous, but by Wednesday evening I was ready for more.

     I called Jim hoping for some time with him on the weekend, but
he was leaving for San Diego Thursday and wouldn't be back for two
weeks.  So we made plans for an all day date on the Saturday just
before I would ship to Pearl.  It would be our last chance to be
together until I got leave from the ship.

     That weekend, however, is the subject of my last liberty story
i.e., Liberty Ten.

     Anyway I was feeling pretty horny after talking to Jim on the
phone and decided to take a quick trip to Frisco and see if I could
get picked up.  The Country Music Club was Off-Limits, but there
had to be some other places a guy could find an all night sucker.

     I got to Frisco about 7pm and took a long leisurely stroll
down Market Street.  In 1954 there were several peepshows on Market
Street.  

     They weren't like the video's of today.  You dropped a dime or
nickel in the slot and a movie played as you watched through a
screen.  I tried one.  It was a woman naked on the bed acting like
someone was fucking her.

     As I was watching it I felt this hand slide down my back and
grab my ass.  I looked up and this really old dude, had to be in
his late 60's was grinning at me without any teeth and he said,
"Want your cock sucked?"

     I pushed his hand away and was about to tell him to shove off,
but then a little voice in my head asked me, "What do you think it
feels like to be sucked by someone without any teeth?"

     So instead of telling him to get lost I said, "Sure, where do
you want to go?"

     He told me to meet him in the Men's room down at the corner
bar.  I was game.  I went to the bar and ordered a beer and then
waited.  He came in and headed straight to the head.  I waited
about 30 seconds and went in after him.

     There were several urinals along the wall and a lock on the
door.  Since we were the only two in the room he locked the door
and got down on his knees in front of me.

     I opened up the thirteen buttons and dropped the flap.  He
reached through the opening in my shorts and brought out my cock.

     When his lips closed around the soft shaft, the moist heat of
his mouth overcame my reluctance and my cock started to grow. 
While it was still only about half hard he started to chew, that's
right chew, on it with his gums.

     He wasn't biting.  He'd had the whole soft cock in his mouth
with his lips pushed tight against my groin and was chewing my
cock.  It was a totally new sensation, but it was sending ripples
of pleasure up my cock and I could feel my asshole tensing and
flexing as I jerked my cock with my ass and groin muscles.

     As my cock grew in size it filled his mouth and I could feel
his slight gag as it entered his throat.  But he kept his lips
tightly pressed to my groin and kept chewing.

     Before he stopped to breathe and while my cock was still only
half hard I felt the jazz start in my balls and spill out into his
throat.  He then started to slide his gums up and down my half hard
shaft.  

     My prick was being squeezed up and down like a tube of paste. 
The closest I have ever since been able to come to the sensation is
just after jacking off, using my thumb and forefinger to bring
about a second ejaculation.  

     But besides the pressure of his gums there was also the moist
warmth of his mouth and the sensation of his lips following his
gums up my cock and then guiding them back down.

     Without my cock ever getting fully hard he brought me to three
more ass tingling climax's.  After each ejaculation my cock would
start to soften and he would chew on it until it started to grow
and then work it with his gums until I would again spill warm cum
into his hungry throat.

     We had been in the room less than five minutes and I had cum
four times and had never gotten a full hardon.

     He was chewing on my flaccid cock when someone knocked on the
door.  I quickly went into a booth, dropped my bell bottoms and sat
on the commode.  The old man unlocked the door, apologized, "I
didn't realize it was locked." and left.

     The guy who came in took the booth next to me and was sitting
on the commode when I noticed a hole in the wall that I could look
through.  It about 2 inches in diameter and right at mouth level.

     I watched as the guy began to jerk off.  Soon he had about
seven inches of cock sticking up where I could see it as he leaned
back just whipping the shit out of that thing.

     I watched for a while and then heard him say, "You see this
stick."  I didn't answer just kept watching him stroke his rod and
finger his balls.

     Then he said, "Would you like to suck this stick?"

     I still didn't answer.  A few strokes later he got up and
pointed his cock at the hole in the booth and said, "Don't you
think this is a pretty snake.  But it don't bite if you suck it
nice."

     I still didn't answer.  He walked up to the wall and stuck the
head of his dick through the hole.  It was a swollen purple head
and the mouth of his cock was opening and closing with the movement
of his hand.  

     Then a large drop of pre-cum started to drip out of his cock
and I just couldn't let it go to the floor so I leaned over and
took the tip of his cock in my lips and licked the mouth savoring
the sweet clear juice.

     He said, "I thought you would like that.  Here have some
more."  Then he pushed the rest of his cock through the wall.  It
was really a wild sight to see this hard cock with a small upward
arch, a light brown shaft and its swollen purple head sticking out
in the air as if it was mounted on the wall.

     I'd heard of glory holes, but had never seen one.  However, at
the time I wasn't worried about what to call it I just started
sucking and blowing on that cock.

     I let his rod ride in and out of my throat.  Going up to where
only the head was in my mouth and then down until my nose pushed
against the wall.  When I felt the head of his cock start to grow
I let my lips slide up so only the head was in my mouth and then
began working my tongue around it licking and massaging the head
and kind of chewing on the shaft with my lips.

     His cock swelled and filled my mouth with sweet cum.  After
the first climax he quickly pulled his cock back through the hole. 
I watched as he stood over the commode and milked two more spurts
of cum into the bowl.

     He then wiped his cock with toilet paper, stuck it back into
his jeans, flushed the commode and left.  Not even a thank you.

     I sat there wondering about what happened when another guy
took the booth next to me and with no preliminary at all stuck his
cock through the hole. What the hell, I thought, I came to town to
suck some cock.

     I took his short cock all the way into my mouth and it still
wasn't triggering my gag reflex.  This guy didn't want me to do the
work because as soon as my lips touched the wall he started to fuck
the hole.

     I just leaned up against the wall and let him fuck my mouth. 
It didn't take long before he was filling my mouth with jazz.  It
was sweet as sugar.  I think some guys who eat a lot of sugar have
especially sweet cum, don't know for sure.  But I've sucked some
that sure were sweet and some that were bitter as hell -- I like
them all. 

     I stayed in the head sitting on that commode and it seemed a
line of cocks kept cuming in.  I sucked a total of six cocks.  All
but four of them pulled back before they shot their loads and
finished up by jack'n off into the commode.  I have never
understood why they would do that.  

     I have since stopped wondering.  I still don't know why, but
I have had several experiences where a straight male will let me,
or ask me, to suck his cock, but when he gets close to cuming will
pull out and jack off into a tissue or onto the floor.

     When I left the head I got a lot of strange looks.  I couldn't
tell if the owners of those cocks I'd sucked where still there and
I guess I didn't care because I got another beer and sat in a booth
back in the corner of the bar and began to nurse it as I listened
to the band play pop songs.

     About an hour and three beers later I had to piss real bad so
I went back into the head.  I just barely made it to the urinal
before my dick started squirting.  Five seconds longer and I would
have pee'd my pants.  As I was pissing two guys came into the head
and took the two booths.

     They left the doors open and when I turned around to wash my
hands I got a good look into both booths.  One of them had his hips
jammed up against the wall and the other guy was on his knees by
the commode his pants down around his ankles.  He was sucking like
a calf at a tit and just pounding his own cock.

     I just leaned back on the wall and watched.  The sucker was
just slurping and sucking with his head moving up and down like it
was on the end of a piston.

     The suckee was standing with his hips tight against the wall,
his ass clinched and his arms going like a windmill.  His hands
were all over the place.  He would grab the top of the wall, then
shift down and grab his ass pulling the buttocks apart then grab
the wall again, then squeeze his tits.  

     Then all of a sudden the suckee grabbed the top of the wall
with both hands and let out a loud moan.  I watched the sucker as
his cock jerked and erupted with a load of cum into the air at the
same time he started to swallow.

     He couldn't get it all, cum was running out his nose and down
his chin.  

     I hadn't even been totally aware of it, but while I was
watching them I was also vigorously rubbing my own cock through the
heavy fabric of my blues.  I was glad I had on blues and not whites
as I filled my shorts with warm cum shortly after the show in the
booth climaxed.

     For the first time the two in the booths noticed me.  The
suckee just quickly pulled up his pants and headed for the door. 
The sucker sat back on the commode stroking his cock and asked,
"Want a blowjob?"

     I giggled and said, "You'll have to lick it off my shorts."

     He just looked at me wondering what I found so funny as I left
the head and went back to my unfinished beer.  The suckee was no
where to be seen.  I guess the glory of the glory hole is some
straight's can get sucked anonymously and not feel like a faggot.

     I think I'd rather just go to bed with the man.  Don't get me
wrong, I love cock and until the fear of AIDs stopped me, I never
turned down any opportunity to suck one.  

     Even when I was trying to be 'cured' I still sucked any cock
that presented itself -- I just limited the opportunities by
staying away from areas of temptation.

     I sucked up a couple more beers wondering what to do about the
now very cold and clammy wetness in my pants.  At least it didn't
show.

     I decided to head back to the base and try again on the
weekend to work up some real heavy sex.  I was still dreaming about
the initiation and wondering how to generate more of that kind of
orgy.

     When I got almost to the train back to TI, I saw one of my
classmates coming out of a $.99 movie house (not sex, just very old
westerns).  I yelled, "Hey Stretch!" before I realized he was with
the guy in the business suit that came out with him.

     To late, so I asked, "You going back to base or do you want to
get a couple of brews."  Stretch (we called him that because he was
6'5" and must have weighed almost 150 pounds) looked embarrassed
and said, "I met this old friend from High School and we were going
to go over to his house for a couple of beers and play some cards."

     Oh sure, I thought. Stretch is going to get his dick serviced.

     I was about half drunk and decided to be a bastard.  "Hey, that's
nice.  Can I come along?  I haven't played a game of poker for
ages.  I'll even buy the beer."

     Stretch was stumbling all over himself trying to think of some
way to say no, when his friend answered for him.  "Sure, you don't
mind if I invite a couple of neighbors over and make it a real game
do you?"

     I began to wonder if I was being setup, but was to drunk to
care and said, "Nope, the more the merrier when it comes to poking,
I mean poker."

     I could tell Stretch was pissed, he tried to hide it but I
could tell.  I figured I'd just fucked up his chance to get blowed
and I know he hadn't been out with a girl since school started.  In
the barracks he was a quiet joke, because every night you could
hear his bunk squeak as he jack'd off.

     On the way to Billy's (he said he was Billy) house we stopped
and I picked up three six packs of beer.  When we got to his house
Billy spread a blanket onto his round table and got out some cards.

He then made three phone calls.  While we were setting up the beer
to cool four more guys showed up.  That made it seven, a perfect
poker game.

     I cornered Billy in the kitchen and asked, "Do you really know
Stretch from High School, or was he just a pickup for some sex? 
Tell me true because I will know before the night is over."  I had
a hold of his biceps and let him feel the strength of my hand.

     He flexed his muscle to try to worry me, but I squeezed a
little harder and his face went white.  "Tell me."

     "I picked him up in the show.  I never saw him before that. 
If you don't want to play cards with a queer than just take your
friend and leave.  I called my friends over so that if you did
anything I wouldn't be out numbered."  

     I reached down and gently rubbed his crotch with one hand and
grabbed his ass with the other.  I said, "Hey, I'm on you side. 
First chance you get you suck him good.  If you like a cock up your
butt, well -- he really needs to get some ass."

     "You're jerking me." He asked.

     "No."  Since we were alone in the kitchen I stood on my tippy
toes and gave him a big sloppy kiss.  He reached down and grabbed
my ass with both hands and I swallowed his tongue.

     The Kitchen door opened and we jerked apart, but much to late.

     It was one of his friends.  He said, "I thought we were going
to play poker."  I said, "Nope, you are the pokee's that big tall
sailor out there is the poker.  Now lets find some ways to get him
fucked without him knowing I know."

     As we played cards we also were feeding beers to Stretch.  It
wasn't very long before he said, "I have to piss, where's the
head."  Billy offered to show him.  To get there they had to go
through the bedroom.

     It took them the longest damn time to piss.  I lost ten bucks
at penny ante while they were pissing.  When they came out of the
bedroom Stretch looked like the canary that just ate a cat.  Billy
was walking kind of funny, but still smiling.

     I was the next one who needed to take a piss.  I got up and
headed for the bathroom, the guy who had caught us in the kitchen
got up and followed me.

     I was just pulling my flap down when his big hands reached
around from behind me and took my cock out.  Even through the
thickness of my blues I could feel the heat of his naked cock in
the crack of my ass.  He had stripped in the bedroom.

     "Let me handle this for you"  He held my cock gently stroking
it and aiming it as I started to let loose the results of several
beers.

     Sine he was taking care of my cock with one hand and playing
with my tits with the other, I used both of mine to finish
unbuttoning my blues and let them drop to the floor.  Now only my
shorts were in the way of his hard hot cock.

     I pulled them down below my buttocks my pissing cock keeping
me from removing them totally and reached back and guided his cock
to my ass.  I rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of
my ass until I finished pissing.  

     Then I stepped out of my clothes and pushed his cock up
against my anal opening.  I slide back enough to start its travel
and then grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me as I bent enough
to give him access to my cock garage.

     Without hesitation his sword of love impaled me and then
picking me up by grabbing my bent knees, he slowly carried me into
the bedroom to collapse on top of me on the bed.

     As he carried me the movement of his legs and the burden of my
body kept his cock churning inside me.  It was great.  I was
enjoying every step.  Then when we fell on the bed the weight of
his body drove his cock deep into my ass.

     He was almost as good a lover as Jim only not as gentle.  He
did know exactly what angle was best for his cock to excite my
prostrate as well as the lips of my asshole.

     As he fucked me his hands gripped my cock and his driving hips
also drove my cock in and out of his spit slippery hands.  Twice I
thought he was going to come, but he just rested inside of me as he
worked my cock and kissed and licked my neck and ears.

     When he was sure I was also ready to explode he said, "Kiss
me."  I turned my head and his mouth found mine.  Our tongues
explored each other as his cock erupted with powerful jerks and my
sent a load of cum across the bed sheets.

     We laid wedded together as our cocks softened.  Then he pulled
out and going into a sixty-nine position licked each other clean. 
I always clean my ass out before I go on liberty, but as I licked
his cock and balls clean I could taste the sweet cum and the bitter
sweet taste of my ass.

     Neither of us seemed to have a second hardon readily available
so we got dressed and rejoined the game.  Stretch was winning and
getting drunker by the minute.  He winked at me and whispered as I
sat down, "Got your cock sucked huh?"  I winked back and said, "Why
not."

     After a few more minutes Stretch got up and said, "I have to
piss again", then looking at one of Billy's friends said, "Would
you point me in the right direction."

     As the night wore on Stretch had to piss four more times.  I
tell you this guy had been storing it up a long time.

     The last time he went to piss we all followed him into the
bedroom.  He was laying on the bed his cock sticking straight up in
the air out of his open flap.

     He was drunk as a Lord as he said, "Come and get it -- I got
your all night sucker."  Then he passed out.

     Billy's friends decided to call it a night and that left just
the two of us in the bedroom with Stretch.  Billy looked down at me
and said, "Would you like to continue what we started in the
Kitchen?"

     I started removing clothes as I said, "I sure would."  We were
both soon naked.

     Billy was about six inches taller than me with long thin
muscles.  He was tanned except for where a bikini bathing suit
covered his lower stomach, ass and groin.

     His cock was close to seven inches and was sticking out
straight in front of him.  He asked, "Are you bottom or top?"  I
said mostly bottom, but I'll fuck you if you want me to?"

     "I was hoping you'd say bottom.  I really need to sink my dick
into a hot ass."  

     I turned around, leaned down and grabbed my ankles and said,
"Sink it, but don't break it off."

     He picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me down
with my head resting on Stretch's stomach.  I was looking at
Stretch's soft dick as I felt Billy's fingers spread my ass and his
tongue probe its puckered mouth.

     He mumbled, "You taste like you've already been fucked
tonight."  I said, "I have, but don't let that slow you down.  I've
been fucked as many as ten times in one night.  My ass loves it."

     As he was licking my ass I was watching Stretch's cock.  He
must have been having a strange dream.  It didn't get hard or move
but his balls were going crazy rolling around in their sack.

     While Billy's cock slowly found its way up my love tube, I
reached over and flipped Stretch's flaccid cock over where it was
accessible to my lips and sucked the head into my mouth.

     Stretch groaned a little in his sleep and his cock started to
grow in my mouth.  I sucked it like a baby on a tit as Billy's cock
plowed my ass.  I really dig having a cock at both ends.  

     I don't know if Stretch completely woke up and/or knew what
was happening.  If he did he never mentioned it, but while Billy
was fucking me Stretch changed the position of his body so I could
get his whole cock into my mouth.

     He was almost sitting up his legs spread in front of me and he
was holding himself up by hanging onto my arm pits.

     I licked, sucked and worshipped his cock as Billy fucked and
filled my ass.  Then in a driving climax that only happens on very
rare occasions I felt the heat and thrust of cum in my ass and in
my throat at the same time.

     Stretch let go of my arms and fell back on the bed as I kept
his cock sucked into my mouth even after it got soft.  I kind of
like the feel of a soft cock in my mouth.  It's better than bubble
gum.

     Billy had spent his last load and was draped across my back
his cock growing soft in my hole.  I always wondered about the guys
who pulled out as soon as they pumped a load and before their cocks
get soft.  They miss out on giving and I think receiving the
pleasure of feeling that rod of love soften into soft jelly while
still wedded with the object of its affection (lust if you must).

     Billy and I decided to just let Stretch sleep it off until
morning and we took a shower.  There is something special about
taking a shower with someone you have just fucked or been fucked
by.  There is no real lust left, but the washing of each others
bodies still brings a sensual pleasure.

     I especially liked washing his cock and balls and ass and then
drying them with my lips and tongue.  I like it most because as I
was sucking him dry his cock rose once more to the occasion and
although it was a small load, I got to taste once more the juice
produced by lust.

     When Stretch woke up we headed back to the base.  He made me
swear that I would never tell anyone that he had drawn me into a
poker game with a lot of queers.  I promised him, what else could
I do?