X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.stories,netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Thu, 11 Mar 1993 16:54:05 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!das-news.harvard.edu!husc-news.harvard.edu!hsdndev!wupost!uunet!nowhere!nobody Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Mar8.222145.1305@nowhere.org Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi Sender: nobody@nowhere.org Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: Nobody's Home Nntp-Posting-Host: nowhere.org Lines: 69 Xref: bb3.andrew.cmu.edu alt.sex.stories:2670 alt.sex.motss:784
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...