Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 21:37:22 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Weekend Liberty (gay/interracial, oral, anal, M/M, M/MM)
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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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