Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2008 20:24:03 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Belmont hores Partytime (Gay / Encounters, M/M, M/M)
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Belmont Shores Partytime
By
Wolf
When Dave was in the Navy he abstained from
having sex with any sailors. He had only indulged in
gay sex with civilians during his four year hitch
because he didn’t want a bad conduct discharge. To
distract himself he lifted weights constantly. As a
result he had a 19-inch neck, 48-inch chest, 22-inch
biceps, 36-inch waist, 28-inch thighs with a 6-foot
frame. Not to shabby. He was a natural platinum
blond with blue eyes. He was freckled faced and his
pubic hair was a strawberry blond. His physical
appearance intimidated some people but he also
attracted some men without flirting.
When he was horny all he had to do was walk up
Broadway in his 13-button bell bottoms and he would
have a guy following him fast enough.
One night that made a lasting impression was
the night he was horny and stopped in at a news and
book store that had a lot of porn for the sailor trade.
He was checking out the gay paperbacks and when he
left the shop he headed back to the fleet landing at
the end of Broadway. A red MGA pulled over to the
curb. The top was up and the side curtains were on.
The guy leaned over and asked, “Won’t a ride sailor?”
Dave checked him out. He looked like he was
tall, his dark haired and graying. He liked his looks
and said, “Sure.”
The guy opened the door for him and Dave got
in. It was only a few blocks to the fleet landing. The
guy asked, “Do you have to get back to the ship
soon?”
Dave said, “There is no hurry.”
As the guy shifted the gears he reached over
and placed his big hand on Dave’s thigh. Dave sat
back in the seat as the man asked, “Would you like to
party?”
Dave said, “Got some place we can go to?”
The guy turned right on the Pacific Coast
Highway at the same time he rubbed the bulge in
Dave’s bell bottoms. The man headed towards old
town and he turned back east until he reached an old
hotel. They went up the back stairs to the third
floor. The guy was a salesman and was in a cheap
business suit. His room was something he rented on a
long term bases. It had a small fridge and a two
burner stove. The guy offered Dave a beer while he
undressed.
Dave pulled his jumper over his head but the
man wanted to take his bell bottoms off for him
because he like the way the flap formed a bib for his
cock and balls before he unfastened the top. He just
had to kneel before Dave and pull out his cock and
balls so that he could taste his cock.
When they were naked the man was hairy and
his cock was uncut. The cock was just starting to get
an erection. Dave skinned the foreskin back for him
and put his mouth over the knob and sucked on his
cock until he was fully erect. The man wanted to
make out for awhile so the cuddled on the bed and
kissed each other. The man had the stubble of a
course beard.
When he was ready he placed Dave on his back
and while he sucked his cock he stuffed a greasy
finger he had dipped in a Vaseline jar up Dave’s
asshole. Then he wrapped his hand around his own
cock and lubricated it before he moved into place and
stuck his cock into Dave’s pink asshole. He jacked
Dave off while he fucked his ass. They both
climaxed, Dave’s cum was all over his belly.
While they rested the guy licked Dave’s cum off
of his chest. They had a couple of beers and the guy
produced some gay porn magazines to inspire them.
Hen Dave was ready the guy assumed the bottom
position so that Dave could mount him doggie style.
He didn’t need any grease. His asshole accepted
Dave’s cock with no problem. Dave held his hips while
he fucked him. He took it slow but he eventually
came. He deposited all of it in his ass before he
pulled out. They had another beer before the guy
wanted to 69. It took a long time and neither had
much cum left. They got some sleep before the guy
drove him back to the fleet landing.
There were a few others over the years but he
kept it cool until his enlistment was over. What does
a sailor do when he finishes his enlistment?
Well Dave strapped his duffle bag on the back
of his Harley and headed north for the Los Angles
area. The first thing was to find a place to live and
find a job. He had an old high school buddy that lived
in Long Beach that was willing to take him in for
awhile.
He got a job right away working as a salesman in
a SCUBA diving shop. Besides selling diving
equipment he became one of five diving instructors.
After teaching diving classes they took them on a
deep sea checkout dive on a 40 foot boat out of San
Pedro to Santa Catalina Island. That added some
over time pay and gave the instructor Mondays off.
There were also charter dives almost every
weekend that there were no checkout dives. The five
instructors normally rotated taking trips out but
Dave needed money to pay for first and last months
rent with cleaning charges for an apartment. He was
always offering to take out classes or be dive master
for charter trips for anyone that didn’t want to take
the boat out. In a short time he had enough money
set aside to get him into a cheap place.
Belmont Shores was located just east of Long
Beach. In those days the water flowing into the back
side of the manmade island called Naples was
stagnant. That caused it to have a nasty smell of
diesel, dying alga. There tended to be trash floating
in the water. Fish would not even come to the back
side of the island because of the lack of oxygen in
the water. That was why it was unattractive to live
on the back side of the island.
Dave found a one bedroom duplex on the back
side of the island that he could afford and moved in.
At least it had a single car garage. He had always
wanted a new car so he went out and bought a new
1964 Chevy Malibu SS. It was a 237 with a four
speed transmission.
His buddy owned a health spa in Naples. As a
favor Dave offered to hand deliver flyers advertising
the spa to all of the residences in Belmont Shores for
him. As he was working along the beach front he
passed a gay bar that caught his eye. He promised
himself that on some money he would check it out.
The very next Monday he had off he walked
down to the East Ocean Boulevard about noon and
went into the two story bar. There was J shaped bar
to the right as he entered the bar. He chose to sit
at the hooked end of the bar behind the recessed
door with a stained glass window at his back. He no
more than ordered a voka-7 on the rocks than an
elderly couple came into the bar behind him. They
greeted the bartender and sat at the bar near the
door.
Dave’s had drawn some interest when he
entered the bar among the five or six patrons. He
could tell they were looking him over and speculating
if he was a cop. When Dave ordered his second drink
the old man got off of his stool and moved around the
woman that was obviously his wife.
The man was no more that five-feet nine. He
was slightly pudgy. His hair was white and in full male
pattern baldness, a white ring around the back of his
head and the top was hairless. He had a tightly
trimmed full beard that was almost completely white.
He blue eyes were alert and looked mischievous. The
woman was obviously his wife and the picture of a
“Norman Rockwell painting of a country grandmother.
Her bluish-white hair was curly and her alert
eyes were framed by gold rimmed glasses. She had a
wide smiling mouth. Her five-foot two body was
filling out a size 14 dress. The only thing her blue
and gray flower print cotton dress lacked was an
apron. Her shoes were practical. They looked like
the kind of shoes Dave had seen on Navy Waves. He
would not have been surprised if she had pulled out a
bible and tried to save him.
He was wondering why a couple like that would
be stopping in a gay bar for a drink on a worm day
when the man turned to him and asked, “Son don’t you
know this is a gay bar?”
Dave looked right into his eyes, “Is that right?”
The man said, “They have never seen you in her
before and they are speculating if you are a cop.”
Dave laughed, “No I am a salesman for a
sporting goods store. I just moved to Belmont
Shores a few weeks ago, and was checking out the lay
of the land.”
The man moved off of his stool and placed his
hand on Dave’s left thigh. Dave was dressed in
leather tennis shoes, olive shorts with cargo pockets
and an olive and white based plaid sports shit. So the
man’s hand was resting on his bare leg. Dave just
smiled at him.
The man said, “My name is Bill and Mary there is
my wife. Welcome to the community how would you
like to have a cold drink at our home?”
Dave swallowed the remainder of his drink and
sat it on the napkin and pushed it away as the man
slipped his hand up the inside of his shorts to find
that Dave was not wearing any underwear. He smiled
when he felt the package. Dave slid off of the stool
and said, “Lead the way.”
They had to squint, their eyes, until they
adjusted to the bright sun. As the walked east a
block before turning north, Dave was wondering how
this was going to work. Was he expected to service
both of them? They were flanking him and each had
their arms though his.
They came to an old two story waterfront house
that was in very good condition. It was not large but
must have been refurbished recently. When they
entered the house it was cool. They headed upstairs
to a spacious family room with a wooden balcony that
over looked the canal around Naples Island with their
private dock. They had a sweet looking twenty-foot
sail boat tied up to the dock.
Mary went right to the bar and made them
drinks. She knew that he had been drinking voka-7
and made is drink without asking. Bill pointed out the
great view from the window and mentioned that if he
liked someday they could go for a sail. While he was
standing in the shade Bill wrapped his arms around
him and kissed him on the mouth. His hand was
squeezing Dave’s ass while he ground his crotch
against Dave’s crotch. They had to break the kiss
when Marry brought them their drinks on a try.
They went back into the house and Bill led Dave
to the couch and Mary sat down in a winged backed
chair that was obviously her chair with her drink in
her hand. She watched as Bill cuddled up against
Dave’s thigh and started kissing him again.
Dave gave Mary a look out of the corner of his
eye. She didn’t even seem to notice that her husband
was crawling all over a young man young enough to be
their grandson.
By this time Bill was unbuttoning Dave’s shirt.
To give him a hand Dave used his toes to pry off his
tennis shoes. He was thinking if Mary doesn’t mind,
why should he? He sat forward to allow Bill to pull
the cotton sports shirt away. As soon as he
discarded the shirt he started feeling up Dave’s
pecks. He bent over and followed his hands with his
mouth. The old man was sucking on his tits like a
baby sucks on a mother’s nipple. While he was
sucking on the nipples he was struggling with his own
shirt.
When he got his stripped blue and white T-shirt
out of his blue denim pants he had to break contact
with the nipple he was sucking on and sit up to pull
the shirt over his head. He returned to sucking on
the wet nipple right away.
Dave started feeling up the old man’s hairy
chest. The hair was salt and pepper except right in
the middle of his chest. That hair was white. He was
not able to suck on the old man’s nipples because the
old man was busy sucking on his nipples. While he was
feeling up the old man his wife was clawing at the
front of her clothes until she had her own 38-DD
breasts out and she was playing with her own nipples.
Bill was toughing at the belt on Dave’s shorts
until he got the button undone. The zipper started
moving down even before Bill pulled on the pants. As
soon as he saw the pink pubic hairs he started
rubbing the nest with his hand. While he was doing
that his fingers were grazing Dave’s cock and it was
making it hard. Dave lifted his hips up enough to
allow Bill to pull the shorts down past Dave’s knees.
Dave kicked the shorts free of his feet. The
only thing he had on was white sports socks. The old
man sat back to admire the body of the young man.
He was duly impressed with the size of his body. He
had thought he was just a little chubby until he saw
the size of his body. Dave had played varsity football
for 7 years and had suffered some injuries along the
way. One of them was the result of being kicked in
the scrotum enough that he got water in the sack.
His scrotum was the size of a softball. The cock was
cut and the knob had a large roll of dark meat making
it look like the proverbial German helmet.
Bill pulled o the cock before he went down and
started sucking on it. Dave saw that Mary was
hoisting her left tit up so that she could suck on her
own nipple. Bill was a greedy man he sucked on Dave’s
cock until Dave came in his mouth. After Bill
swallowed as much cum as he could he lifted his head
with a smug grin on his face. He sat up and kissed
Dave on the mouth. He was spitting some cum into
Dave’s mouth. When they had swallowed all the
remaining cum Bill sat up and quickly kicked off his
deck shoes. With little regard for his pants he pulled
them open and pulled them under his body and clear
of his legs. All he had on now was boxer shorts and
dress socks. One quick tough on the top of the boxer
shorts by Bill and the two snaps popped open.
Dave got his first look at the old man’s cock as
the snake fell out of the opening. He had always had
a thing for uncut cocks. (He even felt cheated
because his parents had him cut at birth.) What was
lying in Bill’s lap was like a one eyed snake. It was at
least six inches long in the flaccid state. The pubic
hair was gray too. The scrotum was look like pink
dried prunes. The man’s legs were not as nicely filled
out as they must have been in his younger days.
Dave was the one to bend over to suck on Bill’s
cock this time. As he bobbed his head up and down
the cock grew and got thicker. He was doing a good
job of deep throating the old man.
Bill grabbed a handful of the blond hair and
pulled his head up. He said, “Honey I want you to lay
on the floor for me.”
Dave knew what he wanted and was willing. He
slid off of the couch and lay on his back right in front
of the couch on the hardwood floor. Bill dropped
down to his knees between Dave’s legs and turned to
Mary as she tossed him a jar of Vaseline. Bill was in a
hurry so he dipped two of his fingers in the jar and
wiped them around Dave’s asshole before jabbing
them deep into his asshole. Then he just poked his
stiffy into the jar and pulled it out with a gob of jelly
on the end of his cock. He skinned back the foreskin
and aimed his cock at the pink asshole and leaned his
hips foreword and there was resistance to allowing
the cock in until Dave relaxed and the knob slid in.
The rest of the shaft slid right in until the old man’s
gray hair was pressed against Dave’s ass.
Bill took hold of Dave’s limp cock and held it like
a saddle horn as he started rocking back and forth
like an English gentleman ridding a horse at the
canter. Dave was getting into the fucking and felt his
cock coming to life in the man’s hand.
He was enjoying the fucking but was curious
what Mary was doing. When he looked in her
direction he saw that her tits were still out but were
being neglected because she was holding her dress up
in one hand while the other hand was digging into her
panties. Dave could make out that her pubic hair was
as gray had her husbands. Her pussy was wet as she
stabbed herself with two fingers. She was about to
cum. Her eyes were glued on her husband’s cock
going in and out of Dave’s ass. When she climaxed
she tossed her head back and closed her eyes.
The friction of Bill’s cock in his ass was rubbing
his prostrate like mad. Dave climaxed and his cum
flowed all over Bill’s hand as apposed to squirting.
After Dave stopped flowing Bill licked his fingers and
hand while he continued rocking. When he was ready
he grabbed both of Dave’s thighs and thrusted as
deep as he could, tilted his head back and closed his
eyes as he climaxed. He stopped moving and waited
until he was finished before he pulled his cock out of
his ass. Dave felt a cold emptiness and knew from
experience that his asshole was inflamed and gapping
open. When he stood up with Bill’s help he felt cum
running down the inside of his legs.
They headed for the shower and washed each
other. Bill took great delight in running his hands all
over Dave’s body. When they were dry Marry had a
homemade meal for them. They got dressed and had
dinner on the veranda. They agreed that Dave should
stop by for a home cooked meal at least one night a
week. Dave knew the cost of the dinner and was
happy to pay it. They were like sweet grandparents
to him. They advised him on which guys from the bar
were good people and which ones were assholes, not
to be trusted. They both kissed him at the door as
he did a stiff legged waddle as he walked home
slowly.
Dave not only found several guys that were good
company at the bar he also made some interesting
contacts at the dive shop. There was the doctor that
owned a large power yacht that wanted private diving
lessons for himself. There was also a man that
brought in his two sons for diving lessons. These
stories will come later.
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