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Weekend Liberty
By
Wolf
I was born and raised in southern California. My father worked in the construction business and as a truck driver, as a result we moved to new locations almost every year. I had been in a different school every year growing up. I was very familiar with both the Marines and Navy. When I graduated from high school I knew I would be drafted into the Army if I didn't join first. I knew that if I was drafted I would only serve for two years, but I chose to join the Navy for four year.
I figured that if I got sea duty the ship would probably be home based in San Diego and I would get to go home regularly. Typical of my parents, they moved while I was in boot camp to Compton. In the early 1960's Compton was segregated. Blacks lived west of Alameda Street and the white community lived east of Alameda Street. The laws had already been enacted to stop segregation, but in reality the practice was still continued. My parents bought a house about half way between Alameda Street and Long Beach Boulevard. So their home was just a couple blacks east of Alameda.
I was stationed onboard a large ship out of San Diego. Just as I had planned I was able to come home almost every weekend the ship was in port. On a three day passes, I would catch Greyhound bus and be Los Angeles in a few hours. When in port I would take my laundry home and wash it before going out. I didn't always make it home though.
Los Angles Greyhound bus station was located between 6 and 7 street on the east side of Los Angeles Street. I would often walk east on 7th Street to Alameda and thumb a ride south to Long Beach.
In those days the Pershing Square Park had an underground parking lot located between 7th and 8th Streets and Main Street and Grand Avenue was just as couple of blocks west of the bus station. I mention that because the park was a known hangout for both homeless people and gays looking for cocks. The park was dedicated in memory of the California National Guard. During the Spanish American War the Secretary of War didn't like California for some reason, so when they sent the Army to the Philippines Islands to fight the Spanish he refused to send the California National Guard. After the War one of California's Senators stood up in the Senate to make a case for the Guard receiving benefits by stated that, "He also serves who stands and waits!" In those days there was a bronze statue on the south end of the park of a soldier standing as if ready to fight, with the quote on the base.
On my hikes east to Alameda I often was approached by black pimps. I didn't feel safe about following them into those skid row buildings to have sex with women. Who knew if those pimps would just mug me, or running the chance of venereal disease infection, so I just passed on by without stopping? One night when I reached the corner of 7th and Alameda a 1960, red MGA with the top up pulled up to the curb and the driver offered me a ride.
One look at the middle aged man and I knew he wanted sex with a young blond sailor. My attitude was what the hell. He looked like a nice guy. I tossed my duffle bag into the car and got in. He asked me where I was headed. I told him Long Beach. He flashed me a big smile and asked me, "Would you like to party, sailor?" as he moved his hand from the gear shift knob to my knee.
I said, "Only if you have a place!"
He gave my cock a squeeze through my 13 button bell bottoms. "Sure thing sweetheart!" With that he drove us south on Alameda Street. He took me to a small residential street and pulled into the driveway of a small house. The house was old, right out of the 20's with arched doors and windows. It was in good condition though. He delighted in taking off my jumper. I folded it to insure the folds would stay sharp. He relished pulling the flap down on my bell bottoms. Those thick wool pants were made to be opened a lot. When you grab the top corners and pull all of the buttons come undone quickly. The flap looks like a bib under the open fly of the white boxer shorts.
My host could not wait, so he pulled my cock and balls out of my shorts. He was thrilled to see my red pubic hair sticking out. I was a blond, but my pubic hair was reddish. He knelt in front of me and sucked my cock. He held my balls in his hand very genially while he sucked my cock. When I came in his mouth he swallowed every drop. He defiantly made sure that he swallowed it all.
I unfastened the two buttons that hold the pants up. I removed them to insure I didn't get any cum stains on my pants and then removed the boxers, shoes and socks. My host was very excited about my pink freckled body. He was busy feeling me up, while I helped remove his business suit. He was obviously a businessman. I suspected that he was about 45-years-old. He was a nice looking guy. I suspected that women flirted with him a lot. Little did they know that he was a cocksucker! At his age his body had a lot of manly body hair. When I sucked his nipples there was hair all around the areolas. I teased him by stroking his pubic hair, making sure that my finger bumped into his ample cock, which caused it to bounce up and down. He soon had a hard-on that made his cock stick out straight in front of his body.
He pleaded with me to do something about his boner. I eventually knelt in front of him and sucked him off. To expedite his climax I stuck a finger up his ass. When I finger fucked him, he squirted cum in my mouth. We retired to his bedroom, and I fucked his ass before we slept.
The next day we did my laundry and I starched and ironed my dungarees before packing them back in my duffle bag. I spent the weekend with my host. We sucked and fucked for two days and nights. He took me back to the bus station, so that I could get back to the ship on time.
In those days any sailor caught in a gay relationship was given a bad conduct discharge. That was the reason me and a bunch of my boot camp buddies had been flown to Japan to join the ship, because they had found the diary of a guy with something like 100 names in it. There were about 30 of them still on board the ship. They had all been given BCD's. So the ship needed a lot of bodies. Fearing such a fate, I never fooled around with any of my shipmates.
But always catching the bus to Los Angeles meant that I was often on the same bus with shipmates. One of the storekeepers was a black skinny kid, named Gilbert and turned out to have an uncle that lived in Compton. He lived in a building complex called the projects a couple of blocks west of Alameda.
The projects were known as a rough neighborhood. It was known for prostration, drugs and gang violence. After all the projects was not all that far south from the Watts, 102nd Street home of the Grape Street Gang. The Grape Street Gang eventually became the Crips when the gang began to include punks from more than Watts. Their rivals were the Bloods. Gun fights were common.
One night while we were sitting next to each other on the bus we found out that we were going to about the same place. Our destinations were about a mile apart. Gilbert told me that he was going to a party at the projects for a woman's birthday and he invited me to come with him to the party. I didn't have anything better to do, so I agreed to come to the party.
There was nothing said about sex. I didn't suspect that he was gay at all. I got home, did my laundry. I changed into civilian clothes to go to the party. In those days I was trim enough to wear tight fitting jeans called white Levis, which were a natural light tan, white sweat socks, white canvas tennis shoes and a two tone brown Pendleton wool shirt. That was popular among suffers at the time. The shirt was worn over a white T-shirt like a jacket.
You can sure say I stood out like a sore thumb in the projects. The blacks wore pointed toes shoes, dark pants and loose fitting jackets. They could hide all manner of weapons in those jackets. In this neighborhood you only saw rolled blue bandanas ties around foreheads. Any car cruising the projects, with passengers showing red bandanas of the Bloods, would draw gunfire quickly.
I was naive enough to think no one would object to a white boy like me attending a party in the projects. I went to the address of Gilbert's uncle. When I knocked on the door Gilbert answered the door. He was dressed in shinny pointed toes shoes, dress slacks and a silk shirt. He introduced me to his uncle right away.
His uncle was an impressive man. He was an overweight guy, a hard working portly man. I would guess that his waistline was about 46- inches and about six-feet tall. He was one of those guys with a wide nose, thick lips and rough looking beard stubble. He held a stub of an unlit cigar in his mouth. His hair was tight crinkled slicked back held close to his head with a shinny jell. He was dressed in slacks and a sports shirt with a wool blend sports coat. They offered me a drink before we went to the party.
It was just a short drive in the uncles 59 Buick to the location of the party. I was introduced to about 20 or so men and women. They had stereo playing popular black dance music. The apartment was rather small so sitting space was hard to find. The party was for a tall black woman that was well proportioned. I would guess her dress size was about a 14. Her hair was the color of bricks and curly. I guess she used henna, a vegetable hair dye dating back to the Egyptian empires, to color her hair. She had a wide full face with the wide nose and thick lips. She was having a great time.
As fast I finished one drink, another one was handed to me. I was getting drunk fast. Someone had brought some albums of a red headed Jewish woman named Rusty Warren. They were comedy albums that were full of double entendre with obvious sexual meanings. I had never heard of her before. I busted up listening to her. Everyone got a kick out of my uncontrollable laughter. I was getting drunker by the minute...before lone several party members were walking me around the block to sober me up. While I was outside I met the husband of the birthday girl.
Her husband was a short skinny little Mexican. He was about as drunk as I was. He told me that he had been at his girlfriend's home fucking her. He assured me that if I wanted to fuck his wife he didn't mind. I had never been offered the opportunity to fuck another man's wife before. The idea of getting to fuck my first black woman did turn me on. This guy's wife sure looked like she would be fun in bed.
When I sobered up a little I went back into the party. The place was thinning out. The music was more romantic dance music. There were a few couples dancing in the small living room. I had to make my way to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. When I exited the bathroom the birthday gal was in the hall. She was almost as tall as me. She confronted me and hugged me while planting a wet tongue kiss on me. I returned the kiss and placed my hands on those big butt cheeks. I also slipped my hand under her dress and finger fucked her big wet pussy. She pulled out my cock and was jacking me off when we were interrupted by someone wanting to pass us to use the bathroom.
When I straightened up my clothes I found Gilbert and his uncle waiting to take me back to their home. They insisted that I spend the night with them, because I was too drunk to drive. So they took me into the bedroom. The two of them undressed me while getting undressed too. When we were totally naked they put me in the middle of the bed. Gilbert got in bed on my side and the uncle got on the bed behind me. Gilbert reached back and took old of my hand and pulled my arm over his body. He pulled my hand down to his cock. He was well endowed for an average sized skinny guy. I took hold of his cock and started jacking him off.
I was not being left out of the action at all. The big fat uncle was so heavy that he weighted down the bed so that I rolled towards him. My body was pressed against his warm body. I felt his big arm reach over my body and take hold of my cock. I knew that my body smelled of her perfume and pussy juice. They didn't mind at all. While the uncle was jacking me off his hand was bumping into Gilbert's ass. When I was good and hard the uncle guided my cock between the cheeks of Gilbert's ass. My cock slipped into his ass smoothly. My cock was no more than in Gilbert's asshole that I felt the big fat black cock of the uncle forcing its way into my asshole. I didn't have to work at all, as the uncle fucked my ass and my dick was being shoved into Gilbert's ass. I got a big gob of gum up my ass, even before I deposited cum in Gilbert's ass. I fell asleep with my dick in Gilbert and the uncle's cock in my ass.
When I woke up in the morning I woke up with a throbbing hangover, with the room brightly lit by early morning sunlight. The bed was empty. I felt like I needed to relieve myself, and I felt like my head was spinning as I made my way to the bathroom. I was too dizzy to stand, so I sat down to pee. My mouth was dry and felt like my breath was strong enough to send dogs running away. I drank water right from the bathroom sink faucet. I brushed my teeth with toothpaste on my finger, when my hosts came into the bathroom. They were both still naked. They saddled up next to me rubbing their cocks all over my butt and thigh.
Hangover or not I knelt and jacked off Gilbert while sucking the cock of the uncle. Afterwards I watched Gilbert get fucked by his uncle. As the day passed I fucked both of them and was fucked by them too. The time came when I had to return home long enough to get my uniform back on and pack up my laundry. The uncle took Gilbert and me to Los Angles to catch the bus back to San Diego. Gilbert and I agreed to be polite onboard ship, so that no one would suspect our sexual relationship. We only got together on liberty, when we were in LA.
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