Archive-name: FirstGay/ftgn035.txt
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Archive-title: The Drunk One...


Keywords: gay

I have thought of putting together a collection of short stories,
but who would publish such a thing?  The Advocate?
I try for the humorous touch most of the time, although I have
had some tender--very tender--moments that I could tell about...

One night I was heading South on the main highway between San Diego
and the South Bay with Tijuana at the end.  I very nearly ran over
a very young Marine hitchhiking.  I stopped and to give him a lecture
and a lift.  He turned out to be very drunk, and said he was on
his way to T Town.  I told him that in his condition he would be
arrested at the border (true) and that I was afraid to let him out
on the highway because he might get hit.  Finally I told him that
the only reasonable solution was to take him to my apartment and
let him sleep it off...

He then asked me if I would try to seduce him...  I said, "Not unless
that is what you want."

He began talking about sex and how I would treat him, sounding very
scared.  Finally it came to me that what he was afraid of was that
I would take him home, give him a fast blow job, then throw him
out like a used paper napkin.  Although I reassured him that that
was not my intention, he was terribly afraid of the possibility
that that was what would happen...

We we got to my apartment he was on the point of passing out from
booze and fear so I helped him undress and put him to bed.  I followed
him to bed and put my arm around him, pulling him close and just
held him.

As he began to relax, he snuggled closer, then put his face in
the hollow of my neck, and began to cry.  I held him and comforted
him as well as I could until he cried himself to sleep.  In the
morning I took him to his base...  There had been no sex, and I
felt good about the experience...

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