Date: Mon, 6 Jan 2014 09:45:07 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "A Crack in the Door, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

"A Crack in the Door, Part One."  By Jay Roberts   Gay Historical


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+++Although this story has an innocent title, a title that could be a fairy
tale for young folks, it is not, in spite of a possible double meaning.
It is a story but older dudes of at least eighteen or more.  So if you
are not in that age category, it is now time to leave.


I was stationed at Langley Field in Norfolk, Virginia in 1944.  I had been
there only a few months attending a course that trained code clerks.  It
was over now and we were given a three days pass.  This was my first time
off from Air Force Service since enlisting six months earlier.

I was nineteen, no close friends at the base yet and I decided to go to
town by myself and see what happens. On the bus to town I sat behind the
driver.  He was very friendly and when he heard that I had no hotel
reservation he said, "Uh oh, town is crowded and rooms hard to find."  He
suggested going to one of the fancier hotels that the service members do
not usually go to.  "It's the Norfolk Palace.  Try to get into the new
section."

He stopped near the hotel, It was not a regular stop but he seemed to take
an interest in me.  I get a lot of that with older guys.  I guess they get
all fatherly with me, assuming that my blond hair and innocent face
requires guidance.  Actually my face lies and it hides my dirty mind.

I was glad to see that the hotel was in the town center, near restaurants
and movies.  My enthusiasm was dimmed when I found out that there were no
rooms in the new part of the hotel.  The desk clerk, a dark haired,
handsome guy kept looking me over and especially around my crotch area.  I
get a lot of that.  But up to now I have never had any sexual experience
with dudes.

He saw clerk saw my disappointment and said, in a low voice, "I could get
you into the older part of the hotel but I hope you'll show some
appreciation."  I figured he meant a tip but when I started to get my
wallet out, he put his hand on mine and said, "Something other than money.
I'll be up to check on you later."

I'm no dope.  I knew what he meant.

As I picked up my bag I refused help from the bellboy and wended my way out
of the spiffy part of the hotel to the back area and walked long halls to
eventually find my room.  It was small and bare, but good enough,
especially after the barracks.  I put my duffle on a chair.  There was
enough light from the window and the fading late afternoon sun so I didn't
turn on the overhead.

I took off my blouse, shoes and pants and lay on top of the coverlet in my
brown undershirt and matching skivvies.  I closed my eyes and napped.  It
was only an hour my watch told me but the room was now dark.  As I glanced
around I could see light coming from around the door frame from the
connecting room.

I padded over to the door and put my eye against the space.  I got a clear
view of the other room, a duplicate of mine.  There was a guy, a marine
sitting there sipping on a glass of booze.  He was about my age, had
corporal strips.  He was one of the square jawed, big shouldered, square
headed, buzz cut marines like you see in the posters.  Also a type I kinda
like.

His manliness was tempered by his cute button nose and wide full lips.  I
also liked the way he scratched his crotch.  This was terrific, a living
movie right in front of me.

Just then there was knock on the door.  I thought it was for me but the
marine jumped up and opened the door.  He admitted a sailor in white
uniform.  As soon as the door was closed he grasped the kid and put his
full lips on the kid's mouth and they ground their faces together until
they were gasping from the effect.

Shit, this was hotter than hot.

I saw the sailor was a slim kid, not more than eighteen, I saw, no rank on
his sleeve.  He had close, almost bald haircut but you could see that his
hair was dark.  He also had dark skin, maybe from sunburn or maybe he was
Latino or something.  He was real cute.  Then, for the first time I heard
the marine corporal speak.  He had a rough voice.  "Take off your top."

As the sailor proceeded to untie his black tie his hands shook.  I bet he
was scared.  The marine saw this too and said in a soft voice, "When I saw
you downstairs in the bar having a drink I decided to talk to you and
invite you up here.  I could see you needed a little loving.  Am I right?"
He said this, pushing his strong face right up to the quaking kid.  The boy
nodded sheepishly.

The marine persisted, and said sharply, "Right?"

"I guess," he said, but he didn't back off, He hurried up in divesting
himself of his top.  Those navy tops are tight and his was covered with it
as he pulled it over his head.  I caught a glimpse of his smooth tan back
coming into view and when the top was completely off and I when could see
his bare chest I was surprised.  The kid was slim, but had a good build,
nice pecs and above the waist the beginning of well develops abs.  I bet he
was a gymnast in high school.  He had the typical build.  I found my hand
was straying toward my cock to quiet it.

"Nice!"  Husked the marine.  "What's your name again kid?"

"Billy."

"Oh yeah, I remember."  He put out his beefy hand and said, "Mine's Cliff."
He punctuated that introduction by passing his hand over the left nipple of
the boy's bare chest.  The kid's eyes swept upwards.

Cliff, the Marine saw that.  He must have figured that this boy was putty
in his hands.  Cliff began undressing rapidly.  His big muscled chest and
his thick thighs entranced Billy.  I could see that.  The kid's eyes were
glowing.

When the marine doffed his green issue shorts his thick cock was exposed,
it was slightly puffed up now and lay around the round ball sack looking
very portent.

"Get nude, boy and lets get this action going."

The kid licked his lips and sat down and undid his shoes and slipped off
his pants and skivvies.  His body was full of surprises because his legs
were fuzzy with hair and so was his ass.  It seemed too mature to match his
angelic face.  His cock was slim but very long and jutted out in a curving
arc.  The tip was already wet.

Cliff frown as he surveyed the hairy legs of the kid.  "I didn't expect to
see you looking so fuzzy."

The sailor looked dismayed but shrugged.  "You want a blow job?" he said
unexpectedly.  He must be very inexperienced.  No one would come out like
that in this kind of situation.

The marine stared at him and then sat down on a armless desk chair.  He
slumped back and this position made his heavy cock more visible and
inviting.  "You want to slobber on this?"

The situation was going down hill.  At first this was a seduction of a cute
sailor by a slightly older but experienced marine, then suddenly it had
become a battle of wills.  The sailor was losing this battle as the marine
ordered him to get on his knees.

The thing was, the sailor was across the room as he knelt down and then as
the marine crooked his finger the boy began crawling toward the stiff cock.
He was panting with need to encircle that cock with his mouth.  He was
breathing with audible sighs.  His tongue was showing at the side of his
mouth and he was drooling.

The marine suddenly stood up.  His cock was soft now.  He said in a firm
voice, "It's over scram, get out.  I changed my mind."

The kid stared in disbelieve.

The marine grabbed a bath towel nearby and wrapped it around his waist.  He
grabbed the sailor's clothing that was on the floor and bunched it up and
threw it at the boy who was almost crying.

The boy hastily half dressed and then hurried out of the door.

The marine sat down and poured himself a drink.  He looked unhappy.  My
guess is that he didn't like the submissiveness of the sailor.  Maybe he
wanted to reverse the dynamics.  In any event my thoughts came to a halt as
the sailor spotted the crack in the door.  I had been careful not to turn
on the light, but he still saw it.  He came over and put one brown eye
against the opening.  I quickly drew back and sat down on the only chair in
my room.

I hoped that he didn't guess that I was spying on him but my hope was
dashed as he barked out, "Did you get a good show you pervert."

Then silence.  I was found out.  This was no use pretending.  I went up to
the crack and was looking right at his handsome and bold face.  He moved
back a foot or two, grabbed his crotch through his towel and said in a
strong voice, "I'm coming over, open your door."

End of Part One