The Marine by Mark James
This is a true story.
I had been cruising for trade in Hollywood for half the day and hadn't found anybody I'd pick up. I was making one last pass because it was late It was 11:00 P.M. and I was tired and most of the available rent boys had already made their connections and were gone for the night. I drove past the Hollywood YMCA and saw a young man sitting on the sidewalk leaning against the building. He looked up at me as I passed and smiled. I drove around the block and came around again. This time he was standing at the curb and waved at me. I stopped and rolled down the window. He was a young guy probably not more than 20 years old. He had a nice face, like the boy next door. He was wearing a jacket and jeans, but it looked like he had a nice build underneath.
I said, "You want a ride."
He said, "Yeah why not." and got in the car.
He didn't look like a cop, but you never knew. I said, "What brings you out tonight?
He said, "I'm trying to make a little money. I just got out of the marines and I'm about out of money."
I said, "How much you trying to make?"
He said, "At least $20.00. Can you help me out?"
This was where it got tricky. If he was an undercover cop and I mentioned sex and money and tied them together I was going to be under arrest for soliciting sex for money. In theory if he mentioned sex and money, there would be no solicitation on my part. Of course, if he was a cop it wouldn't matter because they had no trouble lying in court. This was 1967 and there was, as yet, no such thing as "gay liberation" or "gay rights." That was far in the future.
It was just the previous month that the Los Angeles police carried out a sweep of Griffith Park, a portion of which was a famous gay cruising area. They arrested everybody they found walking in the woods, along the roads, sitting in cars and driving through. This was patently illegal but they did it anyway. Everybody was put on buses and taken to the police station and booked on some trumped up charge. Everybody was eventually released, but there is no telling how many lives were destroyed by this illegal act on the part of the police. It certainly stopped gay cruising in the park for a long time.
I said to him, "What kind of work are you willing to do for that?"
He said, rather naively I thought, "I'm not gay. I don't suck cock. But you can suck me off for that."
I said, "Do you have a place to go?" Sometimes hustlers have their own room or apartment or at least know of an out-of the-way place to go. I lived on the other side of Los Angeles so that was no help.
He said, "No."
I said, "Let's go to Studio City and I'll get a room."
He said, "OK, but all you're going to get to do is to suck my cock."
I said, "I understand."
Studio City was about 20 minutes away and I knew of a couple of motels that rented rooms with no questions asked for $20.00.
It's amazing what a stiff dick will make you do. I'll have spent most of the day, spent money for gas and another $40.00 for the hustler and the motel for a sex act which might consume 10 minutes. I wasn't even sure what I was getting. Most hustlers just want to get it over with. They would rather suck off their john or have him fuck them as fast as possible, without coming themselves. That leaves them with the hard cock necessary to attract another customer. This marine was not typical, so his story might be true. If I get to suck him off, then he is no good to any other john for the next couple of hours, at least. Unless he wants to learn to suck cock and get his ass fucked he has a limited life as a street hustler.
I got the room and we went inside.
He said, "What do we do now?"
That comment made my cock become instantly erect. I had a "virgin" hustler and that really turned me on.
I said, "First, here's your money and second let me undress you."
He said hesitantly, "OK" as he took the $20, bill and put it in his pocket..
I unzipped his jacket and he took it off. He had on a form fitting T-shirt underneath. He was obviously in great shape. His T-shirt clung to his well defined chest, and the ridges and valleys of his abdominals, almost as if he had nothing on. The tight sleeves were stretched over the hard muscles of his upper arms. Yeah, all told he was a great looking guy. Maybe I wasn't wasting my time and money after all.
I reached over and ran my hands over his chest and stomach. I didn't think my cock could get any harder but it did. I said, "God, you have an awesome body." I pulled his t-shirt out of his waistband and drew it off over his head. I couldn't resist stroking his arms, chest and stomach muscles some more. The feel and texture of the skin of fit young men has always been a turn-on for me.
I knelt down on the floor and drew off his shoes and socks. I reached up to his waist and undid his belt, loosened his jeans and drew them down to his feet and took them off. I thought, "He has great legs, too." They were muscular and well shaped. I ran my hands over his calves and thighs feeling their hard musculature.
He wasn't making a fuss about me stroking his body which boded well. As much as he excited me, he was not excited at all. I could see his cock through his white briefs and it was flaccid.
I ran my hand up the back of his thighs and grasped a butt cheek in each hand. They were hard and muscular. I pulled forward on his butt and buried my face in the front of his shorts. God the aroma of young, muscular marine was intoxicating. I licked on the front on his jockey shorts and sucked on the outline of his cock. I could feel his cock stir and become more erect.
I was hoping this would not be a repeat of my experience with the last guy I had picked up. He was a lean 5 foot six inch redhead. In the motel when he undressed I saw a 2 inch flaccid cock. I lay on the bed and the first thing he did was to impale his ass on my cock facing toward me. As he proceeded to fuck his ass with my dick I watched his cock grow from 2 inches to 14 inches. Its girth was enormous at the base and got smaller up the length of the shaft. I was able to lick on the head of his cock with my tongue as he was bouncing up and down on my cock. In no time I came and he was up and ready to leave almost before I could get off the bed. I didn't even get to jack off his giant cock.Typical hustler.
I pulled down my trick's shorts and slipped them off his legs.
I licked on his balls and then took each of them in my mouth and gently sucked on them.
His cock was now semi-flaccid and I took all of it into my mouth and sucked and licked on it as it became hard.
It was cut and ended up about 5 inches long when erect. That was just my size. I could get the whole length in my mouth.
I got up, pulled the covers back on the bed and asked him to lie down. While he was doing that I took off my shoes, pants and shirts. My dick was so hard it hurt.
I asked him to spread his legs out. I got on my knees between his legs, stretched over his torso and licked his chest and abs. Then I slid my arms under his legs and lifted them up. He bent his legs and pulled them up so I could access his cock and balls. I licked on his balls and then up the length of his cock as I stroked the inside of his thighs with my hands. He must have been a little aroused by now because he had a good hard erection.
I licked all over the head of his cock, sucked on it, licked it some more and them sucked on it for a few minutes as I slid it in and out of my hot mouth over my wet lips. I could feel his body twitching as I serviced the head of his cock. After a few minutes of this he pushed my head down and said, "Suck it, man."
I let him push my head down until I had all of his cock in my mouth. I held it in my mouth with my nose buried in his groin as I reached up his torso and massaged his chest muscles then caressed the hard ridged tensed muscles of his stomach. He said, "Damn man, "that's great."
I pulled my head back and slowly slid my lips upward along his shaft till just the tip of his cock was still in my mouth and went down on him again. I made this into a slow rhythmic sucking of his cock up and down, up and down his lovely shaft. I loved the feel of his muscular body underneath his silky skin as I let my hands roam all over his torso. I got away with it while his attention was focused on the erotic sensations I was causing in his penis with my hot wet mouth.
I love sucking straights. They generally don't know what a good blow job is and are usually skittish as hell about letting me do anything but suck their cock. Having the whole length of their cock sucked is generally a first time experience. They are generally "wowed" when their whole cock disappears down my throat. I've been told by many straights that it is at least as good if not better than fucking a woman's pussy and it generally beats the hell out of any tentative blowjob or hand job they had gotten from their girl friends or whores. It may not change their mind about cocksuckers but it makes it handy to have us around when they need to get their rocks off.
I gently and slowly sucked on my marines cock for at least 10 minutes and he was squirming on the bed and moaning and groaning. I quit sucking and started licking on his stomach.
He pushed my head back down toward his cock and said, "Shit man don't stop, I'm about to come. Suck it. Take it all the way. I'll let you know when I'm about to cum so that you can take my cock out of your mouth."
I thought, "Yeah, one of the two big lies, the check is in the mail and I won't come in your mouth." But I wanted him to blow his big creamy load of young, masculine cum in my mouth until I gagged on it. Well we would see. What I wanted to do was flip up his legs and eat his asshole, have him straddle my chest and face fuck me or have him fuck my ass but I was afraid if I did something he didn't like I would lose the prize I was already sucking on. There is only so much you can expect from a $20.00 trick.
I looked up at his flushed excited face and said, "You sure you want to come."
He said, "Yeah, blow me man, suck it."
I said, "You are going to warn me when you are going to come, right?"
He said, "Yeah, yeah, eat me, and take my whole cock again."
I slid my lips down his shaft until I had it all. He locked his thighs on my head from both sides and held me there with his cock surrounded by my warm hot mouth and bucked his hips up and down. He said, "That's great, yeah, eat it. That feels so good."
He released his thighs, grabbed my head with both hands and held it still with half of his cock still in my mouth. He bucked his hips up and down as he fucked my mouth. In that position and holding on to my head he had tightened his abdominal muscles and they stood out in ridges. I used my hands to roam all over his stomach, savoring the feel of the silky skin and the ridged muscles as he mouth fucked me. I could feel my own cock twitching with excitement.
I loved that this big, young, muscular stud was feeding me his hard cock. The feel of his dick being fed in and out of my mouth was exhilarating. His stroking got rougher and faster. I could feel his release building deep within him as he moaned, "Eat me you cocksucker, eat me."
I could feel his first spasm as it swept through him as he tensed and relaxed his muscles. My hands on his stomach muscles could feel his excitation. He blew his first load of cum while only the tip of his cock was still in my mouth. I could feel it splatter all over the inside of my mouth and could taste its tangy flavor. Immediately he pushed his cock all the way in my mouth and let loose another load straight down my throat. He yelled "I'm coming cocksucker." as he held his cock buried in my throat and let loose the third, fourth and fifth stream of cum down my throat.
I could feel my own cock twitching as I spontaneously ejaculated as he shot off in my mouth. That had never happened to me before. But this guy obviously really turned me on.
I had to swallow but I couldn't with his cock down my throat, so I gagged. He immediately pulled his cock back and I managed to swallow his cum. But he wasn't through. He came a couple of more times with less force and less cum. I swallowed it down.
I could feel his erection lessening. I slid my lips up his shaft until I had only the head in my mouth and licked the cum off of it and out of his piss slit. He tried to jerk away because of the increased sensitivity of the head of his cock. I just took his whole cock in my mouth again and sucked on it for a few minutes as the erection disappeared. Then I let it slide out of my mouth.
I looked at him and he said, "Sorry man, I meant to warn you I was coming."
I said, "That's alright, I wanted you to come in my mouth. That was delicious. Thanks."
I said, "Stay right there for a minute."
And I went in bathroom and washed off my cock. Then I took a warm wet washcloth and towel back and washed and dried his cock.
He got up and got dressed.
I said, "You want to spend the night?"
He said, "No, I have to go."
I said, "The room is paid for. You have to sleep somewhere. I'll leave."
He said, "No thanks." and walked out the door.
As I got dressed, I wondered what a guy with $20.00 in his pocket was going to do 20 miles from where I picked him up at 1:00 A.M. on Sunday morning.
Although I'd gotten what I wanted from him in spades I couldn't help but worry about the guy. The streets of Hollywood are not very hospitable and he had expended his primary asset down my throat. Ah, well, he was a young man and could probably have another erection and load of cum ready for somebody else's throat in a couple of hours.
I would never suck him again, although I would certainly like to. A moment in time and it was now history. I wondered despondently what it said about me that my sexual relationships were all transient and rarely even one night stands.
That is only one of the problems with being a closet queer in 1967.
On that depressing note I got dressed and drove home.