One guy who enjoyed my "Central Y" tale wrote me this note. I told him he should submit it to Nifty, but he was too afraid to share this delicious tale on "Encounter" Sex. I asked his permission to submit it under my address and he gave his permission. So her for your masturbatory pleasure, and perhaps one or two loads is his tale of the other active San Francisco "Y"
Mark, You don't know what you did to this old guy. I had forgotten about the Embarcadero, and the wild weekends there when my ship was in port. I found out by accident about the place from a Gunners Mate2 class who took me there. He said that we could stay there and "see the town" and he would pay for the room.
1951, and I was stupid as hell, and fell for it. I was just 18, and the only thing sexual that I had ever done was jack off, waiting for the right girl to marry. My biddy was a stealth gay guy. His dad was a cop in our home town, and he had graduated 2 years ahead of me in school, and went right into the Navy. It just happened that we ended up on the same ship.
We went out on the town, and my ship mate knew of a bar where we could get drinks. I didn't even know how to drink, and chugged an Old Fashioned down. That was it. After a few drinks, we went back to our room at the Y, in as they called it then, "The Armed Forces Section" and I crashed in the bed, dressed. In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to pee, and discovered that I was nude, and also that my dick was slimy and wet. I went down the hall and pissed and took a hot shower, and while in there, my friend walked in and asked how I was.
Then I was shocked to see him drop his towel and stand there looking me up and down with a weird look on his face. I was also surprised to notice that although he was 5' 8" about 175# and built like a brick shit house, covered in blonde hair from head to foot, that his dick was NOT showing out of his very hairy crotch. After he soaped down, I saw that it was about as big as my thumb. I joked about it, and he responded that it got bigger when it had work to do. We went back to the room and I asked how I got undressed, and he told me that he did it and asked if I remembered any thing about what happened. I said "Like what?" He didn't just tell me what he had done to me, he did it again, only this time I shot my load.
The weekend went faster than it should have, but I learned a lot. One, I liked getting my dick sucked. I learned that guys with dicks that looked like little kids dicks loved to get sucked too, and they get a lot bigger just before they blast off. And boy, do they blast off; a lot more forcefully than most big dicks I found out as time went on.
My life with this guy went on for about 2 years, and then I was transferred to another ship, and started new friendships. Don't ever let them tell you that cock sucking never happened on navy ships in the 50's. Except for San Francisco port calls and the Y, I sucked more dicks in the middle of the ocean.
Back to the Y, I had never been backdoored before, and it was not pleasant the way it happened. I was in the TV room watching a dumb show, and it was so bad that everyone had left except for an Army Paratrooper. We started talking and ended up in his room. I striped down and turned around and he was undressing with his back to me. All I could see were very well defined muscles, and legs of steel, arms that were huge, and as he turned, a cock that arched up and touched his belly, just below his naval. I wanted to suck it but knew for sure that I was not going to be able to take much of it. It was so stiff that I could hardly get it away from his belly. Before I knew what was going on, he powered me down on my back, tossed my legs up, locked his huge arms around me and I got fucked! I cried, yelled, told him I was going to kill him when I got up. He didn't stop until he was done.... twice, non stop. He pushed me out the room door, and then threw my uniform out, yelling that if I came back he'd beat the shit out of me, and a few other straight guy remarks, like, "You fucking queer!"
I went back to the ship as quick as I could, because I was bleeding and thought I was going to die. As luck had it, the Corpsman on board was another cock sucker and he checked me into sick bay and put on the personnel file that I had piles that ruptured. It was two weeks healing.
Somewhere in Montana is a big dicked bastard that I hope got pulled along a barbed wire fence by his big balls. Here I am 80 years old and still having trouble taking a shit.