Mississippi Gay Boy in Europe

A Brief Detour

This begins my adventures in Europe.  I did not know when I arrived at my first army assignment in San Francisco that it would be a short stay and I would, after about one year, depart for a European assignment.  So, this is a brief detour on the way to experiences that literally changed my life.

The enlisted guys I worked with in San Francisco all lived together in a special barracks away from morning military formations.  A few of us would hang out together and do some serious barhopping.  One problem with going into bars together was the fact that one of our guys was underage for drinking.  So, one Saturday night as we wandered around trying to find a watering hole we could all get into, we went into a bar and all of us got a beer, no problem. None of us were really familiar with San Francisco so we were unaware that we had wandered into a gay bar where anything goes.  One of our guys did remark that there were only a couple of women in the bar.

After a couple of beers, I had to piss and found the men’s room.  As I pushed open the door, I saw a crowd of men, some standing, some kneeling, a lot of kissing, cocksucking and butt fucking going on.  I was frozen in place until I was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the toilet. Someone had my jeans down quickly, a mouth on my cock and a face in my ass crack.  It all happened so fast.  It took less than five minutes for me to unload in a guy’s mouth. I kept trying to warn him and he just moaned louder with more urgency.  As soon as I got off I rushed out of there and joined my friends. I could not talk to them about the men’s room. Too dangerous.

After another couple of beers, one of our guys, a loud country boy, asked me where the restroom was.  He was gone way too long and I had visions of what must be going on with him.  He returned and very loudly started telling everyone about the sex-filled men’s room.  He said something about how weird it was to feel a man’s whiskers scratch your face when he kissed you.  We all stopped, look at him and then continued our conversation.  No further discussion about the queer bar men’s room.

I went back there often and found other gay bars in that part of San Francisco where I could have fun without judgement. 

A BLOODY EXPERIENCE

A few blocks outside the Presidion post where I worked was a small bar I frequented a few times.  I was walking the few blocks back to the post one night when I was cruised by a guy driving by.  He circled the block twice and then I followed his car around the corner.  We went to his apartment where he undressed me and took me to his bedroom.  He was giving me great head but a little rougher than I was accustomed to.  He suddenly lifted off my cock and said, “Something’s not right.”

He turned on the light and we saw that my crotch was covered in blood.  He had torn the frenulum on the underside of my cock and it was bleeding like my dick has been cut off. 

He grabbed a handful of cotton and squeezed it around my cockhead. Obviously, there would be no more action at that time so I left and walked back to the Presidio.  My dick wound healed perfectly on its own.  I was not about to go to an army doctor and tell him the accident happened while I was getting my dick sucked.

My part-time job for survival

Two of my Army work colleagues were night managers a few nights a week at a large San Francisco movie theatre.  One of them offered me a job as an usher.  You can’t live in San Francisco on a private’s military pay, even though I did get promoted to Private First Class now with one stripe on my uniform.  I also had a wife back home I was supporting and she got half of my military pay.

Another night usher working my shift was a cute black guy.  I noticed him a lot.  One night he saw me coming up the stairs from the huge men’s room in the basement and asked if there was any action in the men’s room. I was a bit startled by his question and I just said, “No.” He told me that some night’s you can suck and get fucked down there.  I was shocked that such things were taking place in the movie theatre. When he saw me I was returning from a routine security check we made regularly to make sure someone didn't take ill in the men's room and not be able to get upstairs to get help.

Eventually, I became familiar with the theatre surroundings and began to recognize the guys who were there for anything other than the movie.  I blew one guy in the men’s room a few times and eventually took him into the elevator, stopped between floors and did him in private.  He was in the theatre nearly every night that I worked.  There were also others. 

The usher colleague asked me out for drinks one night and after two drinks we parted company.  I would have had sex with him but I wasn’t sure about asking him, so nothing ever happened between us.

Losing my cherry

One night after finishing my shift at the theatre, I was walking along Market Street on my way to the bus to take me back to the Presidio when a hot-looking guy walked by.  I was window shopping to kill time and stopped to look at the dude as he walked past.  He stopped, turned around, and walked back to me.

“You wanna get a cup of coffee?”

No ‘Hello’ or ‘Do you suck dick?’

“Sure.  Thanks.”

We walked up Market Street to a small fast-food place and drank a cup of coffee.

On the drive to the hunk’s apartment, we chatted.  I told him I was in the military which seemed to excite him.  But it was mostly polite chit-chat.

He was really a sexy guy, mid-20’s I guessed.  At his apartment we got quickly into bed.  He was wearing white Jockey brand briefs.  He had a little chest hair and a sexy treasure trail.  It took a while before his cock came out of the Jockeys and it was a little larger than what I was accustomed to sucking.  He apparently was aroused by the foreplay and my interest in his junk because he started talking so fucking dirty.  I got him completely naked and he asked me if I really wanted his big dick.  Told me to beg for it which I did. That was the first time I was made to humiliate myself by begging for a man’s cock but with time I would get pretty good at begging for it. The humiliation actually excited me.  I told him I wanted him in every hole on my body and he should fuck my face and gag me with his big man dick.  He threw me on my back, straddled my chest and fed me his cock, fucked my face, gagged me, and called me a hungry dirty queer, cocksucker.  I couldn’t figure out how he could know me so well but it turned me into an instant cock slut.

He pulled out of my face and asked why I still had underwear on.  I quickly ripped off my tight whities.  He flipped me onto my left side and from behind me shoved his thick cock in my asshole.  No lube, no prep, just an emergency fuck.  He pulled out and turned me onto my back, put my feet on his shoulders and resumed fucking. 

“I want to see your face when I fill you guts with my load, fucker.”

The guy fucked me hard and deep and then shot his sperm inside me.

Afterward, I got dressed and made ready to leave, he stayed naked.  The only light in the living room came from street light pouring into the darkened room.  As he walked by, I looked as his cock.  Soft, about five or six inches, thick, long foreskin.  I couldn’t believe he had had that dick in my ass at full erection.  And, I realized there was no pain.  He was the first to fuck me and his dick was the first thing I ever had in my ass.  No pain?  How can that be. The fuck was really hot and to this day I cannot understand the lack of any pain.  He gave me money for a taxi back to the Presidio.  Said he didn’t want to get dressed and go out again.  I thanked him and was on my way back to my room.

You give head?

I was having a really bad day the day after I arrived in San Francisco. I phoned my wife and asked when she would be joining me in the city by the bay. I could tell the phone had been muted by a covering hand.  There were highly muffled voices in the background.  Then, the wife came back on the phone and said she was filing for divorce.  Her own mother had told me she’d like to talk me out of marrying her daughter because she would not be the wife, I would expect her to be.  But love is blind and we got married anyway.  Divorce didn’t bother me. She was a lazy, spoiled bitch.  Her daddy had blown sugar up her ass since the day she was born and he never stopped doing it.

So, back to my bad day brought on by the above bullshit.  I got off work early, changed out of my uniform and headed to Turk Street to suck some dick and drink a lot.

I didn’t consider that gay bars would likely not be opened before sundown.  But here in San Francisco how would I know.  I walked into a gay bar and found it empty except for the bartender.  I ordered a drink and waited.  The bar man commented that I was starting early.  I told him I was having a bad day.  He said he was too.  He suggested we might be able to help each other out.

“How are you at giving head?” He asked.

“Well, I have never had any real complaints and it is my favorite thing to do on this planet.”

“Come with me.”

He reached under the bar.  “I turned on the buzzer. It will sound if the door opens and I can come back out to serve the customer.”

“OK.”

“Meantime, you are going to serve me with your warm, wet mouth.”

I got on my knees as he opened his jeans and hauled out a rather large cock for a rather inexperienced cocksucker like me.  Probably eight inches and thick.

“Don’t be afraid that it won’t fit because I will make it fit one way or another.”

 I tried to remain calm and not get crazy about the size.  I opened my mouth and wrapped it around his bulging cockhead. I moved up and down with short strokes to get him lubed with my spit.  He pushed my head down, forcing his cock into my throat.  I gagged.

“Get control of that gagging, bud, ‘cause I don’t pull out until I cum and you will swallow my jizz.”

This horny top, took my head between his hands and fucked my throat like this was his last rodeo.  The cum was delicious.  He was fantastic at giving face fuck.

We went back out into the bar area.  He gave me a drink and said, “You just paid for this drink.”

He tidied up behind the bar and came back to where I sat. “You horny for more dick?”

“I’m horny for dick 24/7.”

“Good, the boss will drop by for a few minutes and he is always good for a load.  Stick around if you have time.”

The boss arrived a short while after that.  He was married, kids, straight but liked gay guys hanging on his cock.  He owned a gay bar, he said, because it is a guaranteed money maker in San Francisco.

The bar man said to his boss, “This military boy gives excellent head if you’re horny boss.”

The boss looked at me for a few seconds and pushed my hand hard onto his crotch.  I squeezed and massaged his cock and balls.  After he got hard, he said, “Let’s go in the back so you can take care of that.”

As he was getting out of his slacks, he said, “Nobody sucks cock like you queer boys.”

“So I’ve heard.”

I got on my knees and opened as wide as possible to accommodate the boss’s super-dick.  I slobbered all over his junk, got it so fucking wet. Slurping, sucking, licking.  I tongue-washed his balls and had an unexpected urge to eat his ass.  At that time, I didn’t even know guys did that sort of shit.  So, where did this urge come from?

I started licking behind his balls, pushing my head between his legs.

“I hope you want what I think you want.”

“I wanna eat your ass, Sir.”

He quickly turned around and shoved his ass in my face.  He was clean but typically sweaty.  He tasted so fucking good.  I licked, sucked his asshole into my mouth, chewed on it, shoved my tongue inside and licked around tasting him from the inside.  Heavenly.

After a few minutes he said, “I’m gonna shoot soon.  Get around here if you want it.”

I crawled on my knees and he turned at the same time. I swallowed as much of his fuck stick as I could, worked him to a loud orgasm.

“Fuck, man.  That was way more than I expected.  Jesus,” he said breathlessly. The bossman put himself back together and patted me on the back.  We returned to the bar area.

The bartender looked at us and smiled.

The boss bought me one more drink and I left after finishing it.  They invited me to come back anytime I was in the mood to show my respect.  I did go back a few times but it wasn’t the same.  Everything was too predictable and that made it boring.

Can i give you a ride?

I was walking on Market Street to my bus stop following a shift at the movie theatre.  A car cruised me a couple of times and finally pulled up adjacent to me and stopped.  The driver rolled down the passenger’s window and asked if he could give me a ride.

“Yeah, that’s nice, thanks.”

He smiled and said, “I’m pretty horny.  Where are you headed?”

“I’m in the army, going back to the Presidio.”

“OK get in.  But we’ll stop along the way to take care of a couple of things.”

“I understand.”

After we got underway, he asked, “Do you fuck?”

“I do most anything that feels good.”

We made chit-chat as he drove.  He found a rather deserted area,  pulled over and parked,

“Let me have that army dick.”

I opened my jeans and took out my cock.

He attacked my hard-on like a starving man getting his first meal in a long time.

He was very aggressive and got me to the edge in record time.  I warned him that the explosion was close-by.

“No, don’t cum now.  Save it. Come suck me.”

He didn’t want to come either.  I was a bit confused but just played along.  I directed him to the Presidio and the building where I lived. 

Directly under the street light, at the building where I lived, he parked and said, “You got me so horny letting me give you head and then you sucking me.  And, I did give you a ride home.  You can’t just leave me all wound up without doing something.

“True.”

“Fuck me.”  He started to push his pants down.

“Here?”

“Fuck yes, I’m hot for your cum in my guts.”

He managed to get on his knees on the driver’s seat of his Thunderbird with his pants and underwear down to his knees. I hate front seat car fucking.

I took my cock out, pulled him a bit closer.  Fucking console between the seats was really in the way.

I shoved my cock in his crack, found his pucker and slowly pushed inside.

The fucker moaned like a school girl losing her cherry.  He made a few “OWs.”

“Man, I don’t carry lube around with me in my pocket.  If you wanted my dick greased up you should have some lube in this Thunderbird.”

I just kept pounding him, a little irritated with his attitude.  I fucked him hard and deep and came inside him.  I pulled out, grabbed him by his hair and barked at him, “Now clean your filthy ass off my cock.”

No argument.  And, I smelled shit while he was licking me clean so I don’t know what he was getting.  But he pissed me off with his attitude.

I pushed him off my cock and told him, “It’s clean.”

He offered his phone number saying, “We can meet up again sometime.””

“I don’t think so.”

As I walked to the barracks door, I realized the risk I had just taken.  If I had been caught having sex with another man, I could have been thrown out of the army with a dishonorable discharge.  But, what the fuck, it was late, dark and quiet. No one out on the streets.

Let’s go to the ymca

In one of the gay bars, I knew so well, I wound up at a table with a bunch of guys who were having a good time.  One of the guys said it was boring in the bar.  Another suggested we all go to the YMCA. I was puzzled by the suggestion but all of the other guys were ready to go.

They led me to a communal shower at the YMCA where everyone, me included, got naked and got into the shower.  Fucking and sucking prevailed.  We were a little drunk, too loud and the noise attracted a security guard.  He was a tall, well-built black guy who told us we would have to leave.  He came back a second time to throw us out but we still didn’t leave.

The third attempt to oust us turned out to be a fun time.  These guys were stroking the security guard’s ego, commenting on his muscles and telling him how we all would worship his body, suck his cock and eat his ass. We started to undress him and he pretended to resist.  We had the dude naked in no time and were all over him.

The poor man didn’t know what had hit him.  He was moaning, cursing, calling us all his white bitches. The guard was really getting into this.  How could he not. He was getting his ass eaten, his balls licked, his cock sucked, his arm pits licked, nipples sucked and tweaked, all at the same time.  That’s a lot of simultaneous sensory activity.  I caught one shot of his load in my mouth before I was pushed out of the way by another hungry open mouth.

We dried the hunks body and helped him to get dressed.  His only comment when it was all over, was, “Ya’ll crazy.”  He left after telling us we had to leave.  We obeyed since we had gotten more than we bargained for. 

The little get together dissipated after that as each of us went home or elsewhere.

Most of my fun in San Francisco took place in the gay bars.  I had a daytime job in the army and three to four nights a week I had a night shift at the movie theatre.  So, I really didn’t have a lot of free time to make fuck-buddy friends.  It was quicker to just go to a bar and get off in the men’s room or someplace else.

Much to my surprise, one day at work, the adjutant yelled me into his office. He was a former enlisted man in the organization who had gotten a commission and went from sergeant to lieutenant overnight, remaining in the same organization.  The lieutenant really enjoyed being everyone's appointed superior. He was a total asswipe. Anyway, in his office I stood at parade rest.  It turned out I was not in trouble but had received orders for reassignment to the American Forces Network in Munich, Germany.

This ends the year-long detour on my way to Europe.

To be continued