LIBERTY FOUR
                                   By Doug Gage

     This fourth in the series of Liberty passes while in the Navy
     and stationed at Treasure Island is based upon a real
     experience enhanced somewhat by memory.  Although it took
     place on the base it is related to the Liberty stories. Once
     more let me remind you, these experiences happened in 1954 to
     a young (almost 19) sailor just off the farm and out of Boot
     Camp, prior to AIDs and in a world where the nicest thing a
     gay was ever called was homo.

     After the last liberty I was considering the last thing sir (I
don't know his name) said to me and wondering.  Between three and
six hundred bucks for six hours was a lot of money.  I had almost
decided to go back the next Friday night.

     I changed my mind at lunch on Monday.  We had a daily poker
game in the barracks at lunch time and we were about five minutes
into it when one of our less popular barrack mates sat down in an
empty chair and said, "Guys, I have to tell you about my liberty."

     This guy was about 5'8", had to weigh in over 250lbs of sloppy
fat.  He'd been on leave after two years at sea and was just
waiting for a plane back to his ship in Pearl.  He thought of
himself as a real old salt.  Because he out ranked all of us he
tried to be the 'barracks boss'.  He was also probably one of the
most obnoxious and boring people I have ever met, but he quickly
got my attention this monday.

     Gary, one of the players, said "Get the hell out of here
Larry, we want to play poker not listen to one of your get drunk,
get sick and puck liberties."

     "Oh, you'll like this one.  I was drunk alright, but I saw
this Country Music Bar and decided to get one more drink Saturday
night before catching the last train back to the base.  I found a
live sex show!  It was almost over when I got to the bar, but I
thought you guys would like to hear about it."  

     All of a sudden the poker game became a question and answer
party with Larry the center of attention.  The bastard loved it and
I was sure I was in deep shit.

     After everyone wrote down the address and found out how to get
a ticket to the next 'show'.  Larry described what he saw.

     "This young kid, about your age Doug -- fact he was also just
about your size --, was tied to one of those sex swings and some
fat old guy was fucking the shit out him."

     "At first I thought this kid was a victim and I was about to
get mad, because the kid was tied hand and foot at the mercy of
this fat dude."

     
     "I was going to go out and call the cops when I heard the kid
start to moan and beg for more.  He was pleading with this guy and
calling him sir.  Then when the guy bent over and stuck his asshole
right into the kids face I about creamed my jeans as this kid was
straining his neck to lick the man's asshole."  (Hey it was a sweet
tasting ass...what can I say?)

     "The faggot was really getting it on and bouncing his hips
like he was fucking the air.  Then the fat fucker shoved his cock
into the kids mouth and I swear guys he drove a full seven inches
down the kids throat and as he fucked the kids face that kid shot
a load of cream two feet into the air."

     "Hey, Doug, do you think a guy can breathe with seven inches
of cock down his throat."

     "How, the hell should I know."  I responded, but I was sure as
shit I was in trouble.  

     Gary said, "Lets get back to the game.  Larry you amaze me,
why would you want to watch a couple of queers fuck?"

     "I didn't know it was a fag show when I bought the ticket. 
The guy who sold it to me told me to expect anything.  Afterward he
said that the faggot show was a spur of the moment.  They usually
have a bunch of whores working on the guys, but they had this young
fag sailor show up," the bastard winked at me,  "and conned him
into giving a two and half hour show with the a John who will fuck
anything that's got a hole."  

     Then the guy told me,  "The boss expects him back next Friday
and has a five guys lined up to fuck him -- ought to be a good
show."

     Gary said, "I still don't know why you stayed to watch some
faggot get fucked."

     Interest again left the game with Larry's next statement. 
"Well, I knew the kid -- I didn't know he was queer, but I've
seen him on the base.  If he hadn't of enjoyed it so much I would
have thought they were raping him, but, Doug," Here it comes I
thought, "I tell you that kid was enjoying himself."

     I thought, Larry just tell the guys I was the kid and get it
over with.  I got up and said, "I have to piss, I think I've heard
all I want to hear."

     I was standing at the urinal trying to work up some piss and
wondering what was going to happen next when Larry came in and took
the one next to me.  I was determined to call him a liar and deny
everything he said, but, I knew some of the guys would still
believe him.

     He pulled out his dick and turning so I couldn't help but see
it began to stroke it.  "I didn't tell them it was you I saw.  I
haven't decided yet what to do, got any ideas."

     "I'll call you a liar, they'll believe me."  I said.

     "Most of them will, but the ones who don't will make you life
hell on earth -- most guys in this man's Navy don't like you
cocksucking perverts."

     Watching his cock grow I knew what was coming, but I asked
anyway, "Ok, what do I have to do to keep this strictly between you
and me?"

     "I usually Jackoff about three times a day.  I'll be here
three more days and once I get back to Pearl I won't get much sex
so I figure a blowjob every morning, a quickee for lunch and some
hot fucking after lights out.  That's six blowjobs, seven counting
the one your going to give me now and four fucks and I keep my
mouth shut about you being a faggot."

     All the while he's been talking he'd been stroking a growing
cock.  It was huge.  The head was a mushroom as big around at the
base as my wrist and it had to be at least 9 inches to stick out
beyond his flabby gut.  That cock on another man would have had me
wishing I could taste it, but damn I hate to be raped.

     Being a Petty Officer he had a private room in the barracks
and as he stuffed his cock back into his pants he said, "My room in
5 minutes or I label you queer to the whole barracks."

     When I got to his room he was stripped and lying on his back
on the bunk his legs dangling over the edge and ten inches of
massive cock sticking up in the air just a little higher than his
gut.  I had never before or since seen a cock that big (which is
why I wanted to include this in my liberty stories).

     I decided that I might as well enjoy the next three days and
was soon on my knees in front of that huge fuck stick.  Ignoring
the blubber it was attached to I began to lick the base just above
a sack of balls that filled both my hands.

     I knew I would never be able to take that whole cock into my
mouth, I wasn't even sure I could get the head past my lips into my
throat, but I didn't have a lot of choice except to try.

     First I licked the pole as I worked my way up to the head. 
The smell of his groin was almost overwhelming, but it was a clean
smell of new sweat.  With both hands holding his cock I began to
lick the glans sucking on the mushroom lip of that huge head.

     Larry was lying on his back his arms spread and letting me do
all the work, so the only thing I had to concentrate on was his
cock.  The sweat was rolling off his fat gut and down his thighs
and he was moaning and whimpering as I licked huge drops of pre-cum
from a cock mouth I could almost tongue fuck.

     With him whimpering and sweating like a fat pig I opened my
mouth and lowered my lips over the head of his cock.  I sometimes
like to get the whole head of a cock in my mouth without touching
it before I close my lips.  That was impossible with this cock.  

     I closed my lips around the shaft just below the bridge of
that hot mushroom head and Larry started to shudder and jerk.  His
whole body seemed to go into spasms and I felt the cum climb up his
cock past my palms and gush into my mouth.

     It was like being on the receiving end of a hose.  Blast after
blast of bitter cock juice filled my mouth and throat.  I couldn't
swallow it as fast as it shuddered pulse after blasting pulse.  I
couldn't breathe, my lips and mouth were stretched to the limit and
sticky cum began to run up and out my nose to dribble down my chin.

     With each shudder of his body, Larry let out a moan and his
cock filled my mouth and throat with bitter slime.  Finally he
stopped, He was covered with sweat and gasping for breathe.  

     For reasons of my own, (mainly I just like the feel and taste
of a mouth full of slimy cum -- really I do) I kept that huge cock
in my mouth and slowly lowered my head down the shaft.  It was
growing softer but not much smaller as I swallowed and sucked and
felt that slimy meat slide past my tongue and down into my throat. 

     I couldn't breathe but I was determined to swallow that whole
cock.  As I worked it deeper and deeper it got semi-hard and
finally after what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more
than a couple of minutes (I never could hold my breath more that
three minutes) my nose felt the tickle of his groin hair.

     I couldn't get that last inch and had to finally let it go and
breathe.

     Larry laid there like a rag doll covered with sweat and
breathing in long deep breaths as I wiped my face with his sheets
and got up to leave.   

     As I went out the door, Larry grasped, "Wow, tonight after
lights out, I'll be waiting."

     After the lights were out for a few minutes I got up and went
into the head.  As soon as I was sure I wouldn't be seen I slipped
into Larry's room.

     He was sitting on the bed stroking his cock.  It had already
grown to full size and the head glistened with pre-cum.  I stood
there at the door with nothing on but a pair of skivvies and said,
"I don't know if my ass can handle that much meat."

     "Oh you can do it.  I saw that guy put four fingers up your
ass, you can take this cock.  Course if you can't I can just tell
your buddies who was sucking my cock at lunch.  You just kneel on
the bed with your ass open and I'll worry about how much meat goes
into it."

     I got into the position he wanted me and he took a half a cup
of vaseline and shoved it into my asshole.  Then with no
preliminary work or warning he grabbed my hips and shoved that
massive meat into me like I was some old sloppy cow.

     I had to stifle a scream as the pain of that huge cock tore my
ass and drove up to my throat.  Then he began to fuck me with long
hard drives.  He had to hold his fat gut out of the way with both
hands to allow his cock to go all the way into my ass.  But with
hard driving thrusts his hips pounded my buttocks and his cock
drove into my gut.

     The pain was awful, I was crying and twisting my hands in the
sheets trying not to scream as he fucked me without consideration
of anything but slamming that huge pole into my ass.

     Lying on my face on the bed I tried to relax my ass and move
with him to relieve some of the pain.  I also started stroking my
cock with both hands to try to get some pleasure into this
degrading painful experience.

     As the pain started to subside and my ass relaxed I found some
pleasure in the hot piston as it pumped in and out of my rectum. 
I could feel every inch of that hot rod as it pulled in and out of
my ass to drive its heat deep into my gut.  Getting in to a rythum
with his thrusting hips I found that by shifting my hips and
rotating my ass I soon had him massaging my prostrate with each
plunge and my cries turned to soft moans of pleasure.

     He fucked me for close to a half hour before he finally drove
his cock all the way his balls hard against mine and shuddered out
a gut busting load of cum.  Once more his whole body went into
spasms as the mouth and walls of my ass felt that huge cock pulse
ast it squirted hot cum into my gut.

     Not surprising to me, as each shudder of his body filled my
gut my cock also spit a load of cum onto the bed.  As the last load
of cum jumped from his cock he fell forward and all 250lbs of him
drove me down onto the bed.

     As I collasped under his weight that hard cock once more drove
a spasm of pain through my body.  Covered with his sweat, his
blubber pressing me into the cum soaked mattress with each gasp of
his breathe, I felt his cock start to grow soft in my ass.  After
about five minutes he began to breathe normally and then a couple
of minutes later he pulled his cock free and got off the bed.

     As his cock slipped out of my ass I thought, I could get to
like this if he wasn't such a fucking asshole of a whale.  Later in
the head as I showered I expected to clean up a lot of blood, but
to my surprise I found he hadn't really torn me just stretched me
to my limits.

     In spite of a really sore asshole I rather enjoyed the next
three days which were pretty much just a repeat of the first one,
but the fourth and last was different.  It was Thursday but Larry
had found a way to get me an overnight pass.  Usually students
could only go out on weekends until school was over.  Technically
we were still in bootcamp.  

     Anyway Larry was shipping out the next morning and by donating
a pint of blood down at the infirmary I got an overnight pass. 
As I sucked Larry's cock at lunch all he did was talk about the sex
show saying he had something really special planned for the last
time he fucked me.  By this time I was beginning to enjoy that big
cock, I just wished it was on someone I could also like.

     Anyway, that's the next installment, i.e., Liberty Five.