Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 08:53:11 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paul's Christmas Holiday

PAUL'S CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY

THIS IS A FANTASY AND  THERE IS NO INTENTIONAL
SIMILARITY TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD.  IF YOU
ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF ACTS
INVOLVING SEXUAL RELATIONS BETWEEN CONSENTING GAY
MALES, YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE. PLEASE LEAVE.


FORWARD: This is a story of a lonely sailor at
Christmas a long way from his home. There are
probably many sailors or ex-sailors that can relate
to this situation.  Paul is 27 years old, brown
hair and eyes, 5'11", 170lbs with a clean shaven run of the mill
handsome look about him.  Not all girls turn and
look but he has turned more then one boy's head.
Under his heavy Macinaw you could not really see
that he had a well built body that showed his years
of working on his family farm. Broad shoulders,
narrow waist and lean well formed muscles. His
thighs were solid muscle from walking behind a plow
before his Dad finally broke down and bought a
tractor. Yes, nature had built a beautiful body for
Paul.  He had been transferred from aboard ship to
the Boston Naval Shipyard in Charlestown for duty.
It would have been great if he could have stretched
his leave so he could have been home for Christmas
but no such luck. So here he was stuck in Boston, a
stranger.

If you have ever been in Boston or any part of
upper New England for that matter, you should know
how cold it can get in the middle of December. It
is cold and when snowing even worse.

Paul had found this bar on Washington Ave. and
slipped in for a couple of beers, hell it was warm
and he didn't have any idea where else to go
outside of the YMCA. What Paul did not know is that
it was a gay bar but he soon thought something was
different when he only saw men sitting at the bar
and in the booths. He had sat on one of the bar
stools and ordered a Schlitz as he removed his car
coat. If anyone was watching, it would not have
taken long to see that this was a real man with a
gorgeous body outlined by his tight fitting black
turtle neck sweater.  The sweater fit like a glove
showing the defined outline of his pecs and the
size of his biceps and forearms with his broad chest
and shoulders smoothly descending to his narrow waist.

The bartender brought his beer and acted like he
was wiping the bar down he asked Paul, "you new in
here, don't remember seeing  you before?" Paul
answered yes he was, flashing the bartender a
dazzling smile.  From what he could see, the
bartender was no slouch in the body department
eiher and his golden blond hair stood out in the
limited lights. His light blue eyes were in a
smooth square jawed face that had a firm jaw line
and he looked to be about 24 or maybe 2r years old
about 165 or 175 lbs. All in all a pretty nice
package from the narrow waist up.  The tight little
apron showed just how narrow his waist was and Paul
estimated his waist to be maybe 30 or 31 inches.
Standing about 5'10 or 11" he was more then just a
little hot looking and Paul felt a twinge in his
groin. Paul had not been with a man since he was
transferred and in Baxter, Iowa you didn't get
anything much outside of Molly Palm and her 5
Sisters.

The kid leaned over and extended his hand saying
"well welcome to Boston, my name is Reid." Shaking
his hand, he noticed it was a firm and solid
handshake not limpy. As they were shaking and
squeezing each others hands, Paul said "thanks
Reid, my name is Paul". Reid said "and I bet you
are in the Navy, right?" Paul looked at his bright
flashing eyes and answered "yeah, does it show that
bad".  Before he could answer, someone down the bar
called out "hey Reid, how about some service down
this way if you have the time." Reid blushed
lightly and told Paul he would be back a little
later, had to take care of the sharks. Paul stopped
and thought "sharks, he had never heard that term
before but brushed it aside". Watching Reid walk
down the bar he could see that Reid had a really
tight butt, a real bubble butt and his cock started
to rise a little. He sighed to himself and felt
someone sit on the stool next to his, it was an
older man, much older.  Paul said "hi" and lifted
his beer to take a long pull at it.  The guy said
"can I buy you a beer that one looks almost empty."
Paul told him thanks but I got one ordered and
glancing over at Reid, he saw he had a Schlitz in
his hand.  The older guy just slid off his stool
and moved away into the shadows.

Reid brought the beer and leaning over said "see
the sharks are out and looking for seafood with you
in mind for dinner." Paul reached for his wallet
but Reid told him it was paid for by the guy down
the bar looking over his shoulder in the direction
of a guy at the end who had remarked about needing
service. Paul nodded his head in thanks and the guy
lifted his beer in reply and started to move off
his stool as if to join Paul.  Looking at him, Paul
shook his head in a slight negative motion and the
guy stopped sitting back on his stool. Reid just
grinned and said "that won't make you many friends
in this bar." Paul told Reid to take the beer back
to him then and Reid told him he didn't need to do
that, they all understood sign language giving a
little chuckle under his breath.

No one else was calling for service so Reid stood
there and lifted his leg up resting his foot on the
lip of the sink with his hand hanging in front of
his crotch. Paul had a look at a very nice piece of
meat hanging down Reid's right leg and it didn't
look like it was extended, just hanging there. He
looked up at Reid and he just smiled at Paul and
brushed his hand across his cock staring him dead
in the eyes. Paul was struck and hooked by what he
saw and his cock sprang up full hard, hurting from
being confined in his jeans. Leaning back he
reached down and adjusted his cock feeling Reid's
eyes on him as he did. Leaning back on the bar he
looked at Reid's cock and it had indeed extended
itself and it looked huge maybe 8". Leaning over as
he wiped the bar, Paul heard him whisper "nice Paul
very nice, going to do something with that later?"

Before he could answer, someone else called for a
beer and Reid moved away, the little apron barely
covering that length of meat sliding down the leg
of his jeans. Paul sat there squeezing his cock and
he could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his piss
slit, he was hot and horny and knew he wanted to
get with Reid, he needed someone real bad.

Thinking to himself, his thoughts running over what
he wanted to do with this bartender that had walked
into his gayscope and really had him excited, he
again felt someone sit on the bar stool on the
other side. Turning his head, he saw a nice looking
young guy sitting there smiling and heard him say
"hi, I'm Jerry, whats up?" Oh boy the universal
come on question.

Leaning back he looked at Jerry and said "me if you
want to check it out." The kid just looked at Paul
with a big grin on his bright clean shaven face and
said "oh no, I know better then that, Reid has his
cap set for you tonight." Paul looked at him and
said "what, how do you know that?" With a flashing
smile Jerry told him that Reid never stood and
talked to some at the bar as long as he had talked
to him unless he wanted them and man, he wanted
you. Paul said, "you seem to know him pretty good,
when did he tell you this if he did", just a little
hint of exasperation in his voice.

Jerry sat there for a moment looking at Paul before
he said "Paul don't get testy, Reid told me about
you when that older man sat next to you trying to put
the blast on you."  Paul felt his face get a little
red and he said "I'm sorry Jerry, he must have told
you my name as well", Jerry nodded his head in the
affirmative.  They both took pulls at their beers.

Scooting his stool a little closer Jerry started
talking to Paul.  With his head positioned so he
did not have to talk that loud he gave him a quick
lesson in how things worked in Boston gay bars.
Jerry said "Paul, most gay bars here have a pretty
steady clientele and everyone knows everyone for
the most part. When someone like you walks in, he
is checked out real close and fast." Taking a pull
on his beer he continued "you were scoped when you
walked in the door and everyone thought you were
probably gay and very likely a sailor", pausing for
a moment "when Reid showed you his crotch and you
responded, that nailed it and when Reid continued
to chat with you, everyone knew not to approach you
just yet." "Anyone good looking like you and
sitting at the bar is always checked out by Reid,
we all know that and we don't move on them." Again
Jerry pulled on his beer, it was almost empty. Reid
was busy at the far end of the bar and he tapped it
gently on the bar top. Reid glanced their way and
said "be right there hold on a sec." Paul's beer
was almost empty so he held up his bottle for Reid
to see.

Paul asked Jerry "what do you mean just yet?" Jerry
thought for a moment and said "Paul don't think
that we are cliqued and Reid always gets first
pick, not at all like that. But Reid is not able to
get out and cruise like the rest of us so we just
leave the guys that sit at the bar for him until we
realize he is not going to make a move.
Then all bets are off."  "The old man that sat next
to you and they guy that sent you the beer are not
regulars and don't know our sort of agreement
between ourselves. Reid is a very  popular fella
and everyone likes him."  Paul said "yeah, I can
see why they would". Jerry just smiled at him and
Reid brought the beers. Paul started to reach for
his wallet again and Reid leaned over telling him
"this time on me, you can pay me later if you want
to." Jerry started to move and Paul caught his arm
asking him not to leave. Reid moved back and said
"oh, competition tonight Jerry." Jerry looked at
him and started to speak when Paul said "no Reid, I
just need someone to talk with and keep the sharks
away until you get off at what time?" Reid looked a
little embarrassed and leaning forward on the bar
he told Jerry he was sorry and stroked his hand
while telling Paul the bar closed at midnight since
it was Saturday and no bars were allowed open after
midnight and until noon on Sunday, blue laws.
Leaning back, he turned and walked away to the
other end.

Jerry took a long pull on his fresh beer and very
low he whispered "Paul you are one lucky dude that
you met someone like Reid, he is one hell of a
man." Looking at Reid as he walked away, Paul just
nodded his head as he took a long pull on his
bottle his cock starting to rise again at the sight
of that tight ass.

I'M SORRY BUT THIS WILL HAVE TO BE CONTINUED LATER

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