Archive-name: FirstGay/ftgn034.txt
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Archive-title: The Wild One...


Keywords: gay

Back when I was young, San Diego was teeming with young, handsome
and horny Sailors and Marines.  Many were only too happy to drop
their pants on request.  Some did not even wait to be asked....

One evening I was returning from a party in El Cajon.  I had only
gone a short distance, when I picked up a hitching Sailor who was
heading into San Diego.  He had hardly gotten into the car when he
sort of slid down on the seat in a way that made his crouch plainly
visible.  It was obvious that he had a hardon.  When I did not react
at once, he began to rub the bulge.  I was wondering how far he would
go, so I continued to ignore the obvious invitation...

Finally, he asked me if I knew where he could get some sex...  ANY
kind of sex...  When I asked him what he liked, his answer was a
flat, "ANYTHING!"  With that, I groped myself and asked, "Do you
want this?"

Without a word he reached for my basket, opened my fly and fell
across the seat and started to suck...  (Did you ever try to drive
on a crowded city street with someone sucking your dick?)

I managed to drive another few miles without an accident and drove
into my garage.  I found that I had a wild man on my hands.  He did
not want to take the time to go into the apartment, but did not want
to stop sucking.  After pointing out that there were a few more things
possible inside the apartment we finally went inside and stripped
for action.

That boy was the most voracious cocksucker I have ever met...  I
truly thought that he was going to suck my balls out through my
dick!  It turned out to be quite a night...

The nice thing about the whole encounter was that he continued to
come visit me on a regular basis for a couple of years...  As our
relationship developed, he discovered that I liked to get fucked...
So, our evenings usually went the same way, first he would fuck me
silly, then while I was still dazed ram my dick down his throat and
spend hours (really!) with his face between my legs...

Is it any wonder that I appreciated the fact that San Diego had such
a lousy bus system?