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Copyright 2009 Dick Puller You may use this story as long as it is not sold or edited.
This series of Swing with the Wing is 100% true except that some names were changed.
Keep your play 100 miles from the flagpole. Not as critical today but just a few years ago, it was critical if you wanted to stay in the military. With school, the beach, and a full time military job fixing electronic warfare equipment at Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort SC, I was a very busy Marine. I heard my Gunny one time say he liked the smell of his wife's leather shoes -- TMI. I'm sure he would be appalled if I told him about my nightlife but then again perhaps not. In the Marine Corps, and the military in general there are several seldom spoken credos such as it is not gay if it is away (as on a float or deployment / TDY Temporary duty, etc.). I have found several very straight acting brothers in arms at gay establishments far from base but that is in another part of the series. There is also a philosophy of helping out a shipmate, and if you do not kiss, it's not gay. In retrospect, that is a pretty far stretch (even more of a stretch than my first fisting). But there were examples of guys who were caught. One from my division had mentioned his brother was fag, but it seems he doth protesteth too much since he turned up with venereal warts in his ass. But his discomfort, embarrassment, and dishonorable discharge led me to be more careful and undoubtedly saved my life. A little safety today and live to fuck another day. Good advice, but when I fall off the wagon, I hit hard.
I was out of A school, I had also attended a very advanced school that was also under NATTC which was still general theory. I was ordered to Cherry Point NC, there to be assigned at Beaufort SC for OJT and wait for a C School (where you learn the specific systems you work with). This had me returning to the 'pit' as cherry point was affectionately known. At this time, being gay was dangerous. A Marine at Cherry Point was killed for acting out and being discovered. At the nearby Atlantic Beach on the Barrier Islands, it was more populous than SC where you could go into the Palmetto Trees and jack a load into the sand. A road trip was called for. I went to Washington DC.
Gay Bars were dangerous in a different way. They were crawling with CID and other military rats (supposedly to eliminate drug trafficking but mostly to tag gays). The baths were also supposed to be dangerous (but in retrospect may have been safer than the theaters and video arcades). I drove my car to the 14th street area of DC. This is across from Franklin Park and where the powers that be have me orbiting back periodically. I went to 14th Street because my Midwest High School was one of the last in the areas to send Seniors to DC to see the Nation's monuments and governing bodies. We slid the windows on the bus and shouted at the hookers on 14th. I also starkley remember looking out of a windo of the FBI's Hoover Building Tour and seeing a sex shop with a "Doc Johnson" silhouette standing in the window. The rather vanilla sex toy display almost made me pop a nut there on the FBI tour. So here I was, two years later looking up an address where I had joined my 'friends' in making fun of and deriding. With more humility, I checked out a storefront and the lady there asked my what my pleasure was and told me my friends and I could get a military discount. I stamered out I was looking for Casino Royale and she pleasantly directed me to the upper / separate business over her shop. I tanked her -- she was pleasant enough -- she knew she was not loosing any business. Casino Royale was advertised in the gay travel guide as a mens theater with other entertainment. I went up and found a regular theater novelty shop and coin theater booths. The important part was the glory holes.
I started feeding some quarters and unlimbered the timber. I have an average cock of 7" which is fortunately uncut. It dd not take long for another patron to rub two fingers across the rim of the hole. It did not take long for me to pop my load and I bent down to check him out, he stuck his rod through and is was shorter than mine about 5". I repaid the favor. I actually watched some films since they were not the vanilla ones one normally saw in Springfield (Queen city of the Ozarks) , or even Memphis where I had gone to A School in Milington. I came twice more into a talented mouth and an unskilled one. Then I as chatting with the boy running the counter. When he was spelled for a break, he invited me into the office break area (off limits to customers) for some petting and play. I was a little sore and semi-limp from three loads but when he asked me to fuck him, my rod straightened out nicely. I had only had my dick up two butts and one was only there long enough for my high school friend Neil to hop forward off of it (my fault, I was an unskilled / ungentle amateur) however, this kid was no virgin, and while his curly locks looked like a girls' from behind, he was trim with a flat chest and a cock as big as mine only cut. His ass was skilled as well, milking my bare dick of a 4th load and leaving me dry as a bone after a long ride.
He turned and asked If I wanted to switch but I chickened out, thanked him and offered to finish the blowjob. His cum was salty and frothy and I wondered what he had been eating. I left, torn between my decision and desire. I did not know if I would ever be back but I have had more sex around that spacial point than any other spot on earth. I would be back.
My Positive experience left me on the lookout for adult theaters and I happened to pass a large one between Pigeon Forge and Knoxville as I was going home for Christmas leave.
I was intending on shooting my load, then hitting the road. Some of the glory holes were larger, some enough for ass checks to be presented. I wound up in a booth with another man who was giving me an excellent blowjob licking under the sheath, running it all the way back and tonguing the glans. A Thumping was in the booth behind me but it was not until I felt the tongue on my ass through the hole I pulled my cheeks apart and got my first rimming. I was getting hot and feeling things I had never felt in my ass before. The kid had a great tounge and knew how to use it! The guy in the booth got up and left without finishing and the guy behind suggested be go into the theater/maze. This was an extra pay area. I bought admission, a condom, and mistake of mistakes, a ribbed and spiked novelty that was supposed to enhance pleasure. Damn, if only being gay came with a manual or something! When the guy sa me buying a condom, he hooked up with another, and I was left, desperately frustrated. I never wanted to loose by black cherry in a theatre but was not to be deterred. I found a hot guy who had just finished an arcade game. After sizing (and feeling) each other up, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He grinned and nodded yes and started jacking his 6" cock harder. I put the condom on, then the monstrosity. He looked at me strangely but did not say a word. He was nice enough and I am sure had I bothered to tell hm I was a virgin he would have warned me. I turned and braced. I learned the spiked and ridged novelties were not made for virgin assholes. He pushed with what I knw know to be a normal approach and entry. My actions had told him I wanted it rough from my selection. DAMN! It felt like an alligator had crawled in there. I leapt forward off of his pole, sputtering and crying. I certianly paid myself back for th rude entry I made in Neil's ass not too many years before. I left and continued on, sitting gingerly at home over the holidays.
The first series of schools done, I returned to Beaufort where the only party options were the state park beach or Charleston SC an hour away. Going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show was scarey since I was trying to avoid outing myself by tenting my shorts. I had suffered no permamment damage from the gator condom and while just the head had been the most painful thing I had ever experienced except for a dislocated elbow and arm fracture, I would find myself creaming my jeans if I dwelt on it too much. The next 96 hour pass, I was on my way back up to DC.
Go where you know. I went back to Casino Royale. The beautiful kid with the curly locks was again o the weekend counter. I bought a main theater ticket and a condom. Not thinking, I had not asked if he could leave the counter. He motioned me around an I started sucking him. This went on for a while, then he called back to the office on the intercom and asked to be relived for a break. Bastard! He could have one that earlier! My ass had been throbbing during the whole drive up. However, we made it inside and as my eyes adjusted, I noticed a theater that would seat maybe 30 people and a back wall with a waist high wall between the standing space and the sets. (I guess to minimize jiz in the hair of those wathing the main screen and not the show behind). I crouched (this was not a floor to kneel on) and sucked him hard, put on the scondom with no accessories - Dropped my shorts and bent over the rail. The kid did not rape me as my mind was screaming for him to do but instead felt and started fingering lube into my ass. I thought a kubed condom was OK be taught me a lot in those seconds. At that time, I als felt a mouth on my cock at the same time I was being probed. As by curly friend started entering me, my cocksucker would suck, then back off and pinch my tits or pull my balls and bring me back from the edge. Curly picked up the pace and grunted his cum into the condom, stroked some more and pulled out. I was hoping the cocksucker kneeling on that taxi-sticky floor would finsih me off soon but he was pulling my balls and nibbling on my tits. Then I felt a new entry. It felt great but strange, and it was not until the head of his dick ared around inside me and punched my prostrate at an angle that I realized I had a bare cock in m ass and that I was in th the ride of my life. As h stared fast fucking and deep dicking me, pulling almost al theway out, then sliding right back in, the guy on my cock stared sucking hard as he felt the hammering to the tip of my dick. I shot my first load into his mouth, and clenched my ass as the curve ball pitcher unloaded into my panicked but en-lusted guts. The pitcher did not pull out but slowly worked it in an out of my cumslicked guts and started picking up the pace as he achieved full hardness again. We both came again, the nice mouth had left after I hosed his throat with a gaging load of cum so I shot my load onto the wall. Pitcher shot his second load up my man pussy and left. I looked around but curly was gone and I pulled my shorts up before someone else stepped up to the plate. Despite trying to push the cum out on the toilet, I still blotted the cloth seats through my shorts as I drove to the local military guest quarters. I tied a jacket around my waist like a yuppie to avoid explaining a stain on the rear of my shorts. I should have put toilet paper in my crack.
The next day, I was back. There and the theater around the corner under the old Olympic Baths. I got fucked again three more times (with condoms) and fucked two others. I came back as often as I got the chance. Those red light area and theater buildings were replaced by an office building but the McPherson metro entrance is almost exactly as it was. From there, is it just a few hundred yards to where the Leather Daddies have had their leather events for several years and the host hotels where so much fun has been had. Also the Green Lantern is still there guarding an alley where studly gay men go to drink and hook up.
To be continued
The usual disclaimers apply, if you are underage or it is illegal to read this, wait till you are older and move to a free country.
Copyright 2009 Dick Puller You may use this story as long as it is not sold or edited.
This series of Swing with the Wing is 100% true except that some names were changed.
Please email me with comments and suggestions. Yours in Brotherhood, Dick SwingWiththeWing@gmail.com