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I pulled David into me and we began to kiss. With my free hand I gave the sailor a shove indicating that he should take a seat on the toilet and get comfortable. A moment later I noticed that he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, a truly impressive nine niches that he was slowly stroking. Through his half-open fly I could see a mass of dark pubes indicating a distinct lack of manscaping that was rare these days among gay and straight guys alike.
Placing my hand firmly on the back of his head I slowly but forcefully pulled his mouth toward my own hard cock. He hesitated for a moment but I pushed forward, shoving the head of my cut 8 inches into his mouth, leaving a small smear of precum on his upper lip. For a moment he seemed not to know what to do so I grabbed him hair and gently eased him back and forth, showing him the right rhythm for sucking cock. To my surprise, he seem began to participate himself, running his tongue up and down my shaft.
Sorry to post twice in one weekend, I was reminded that in addition to the Memorial Day weekend it\\u2019s also Fleet Week in New York. Since this year\\u2019s Fleet Week won\\u2019t be quite what anyone expected I wanted to post this quick little scene in honor of all the sailors that grace our fair city every year. Enjoy.
I never understood why people made such a big deal out of Fleet Week. I mean sure, the old tropes about sailors on shore leave had some sentimental appeal, but in our post-Don\\u2019t Ask Don\\u2019t Tell world was anything seriously scandalous going to happen Despite my skepticism Fleet Week also coincided with the official start of summer, so we were all going out. I\\u2019d been dating my boyfriend David for just about a month and we\\u2019d made plan to meet up with a few friends at The Boiler Room, a charmingly divey gay bar in the East Village.
It was early evening, and still fairly quiet so we grabbed drinks from the bar and posted up near the pool table. I had forgotten the fleet week was in full swing until a pack of young men in dress white\\u2019s ambled into the bar. It was pretty clear that most of them were straight, but it was nice to know that stigma had diminished so much in recent years that a gaggle of straight sailors wasn\\u2019t above scoring a few free drinks from fawning Manhattan gays. I was about to share this observation with a friend when I realized that most of our group had joined the loose chattering circle that had formed near the sailors at the bar. I chuckled to myself and re-racked the pool balls for another round.
David was just about to break when a lanky young sailor wandered over. He was young, no older than 22, but firm. I had to admit that he filled out the uniform nicely. His close-cropped dark hair and bright blue eyes made a nice contrast with the clean white fabric. He paused a second like he wasn\\u2019t sure what to say so I motioned to the table to indicate that he was welcome to take my place if he wanted to play.
\\u201CThanks\\u201D he said smiling and picked up the cue. He wasn\\u2019t much of a talker but they shot a friendly game and when the sailor easily trounced David (he had many great qualities but his pool game left a lot to be desired) I played the winner. Despite his reserved manner we learned that he was from Texas, then he enlisted in the Navy because his older brother had and that this was his first time in New York.
\\u201CSo what are you doing here\\u201D David asked, depositing another round of drinks in front of us. This implication was clear, but there was no reason to be pushy. I did get a curious vibe off the guy but that was his business.
\\u201COh, you know, the guys just wanted to come in and check it out,\\u201D he said glancing at his friends across the bar who were still holding court from the broken down couches that occupied a corner of the room. \\u201CI\\u2019ve never been to a...bar like this before,\\u201D he said coyly. David glanced at me but I decided that answer was too noncommittal. We finished our game, shook hands, and rejoined our friends who by now were dancing enthusiastically to Britney. He made his way back to the group of sailors in the corner.
The night moved on as these things do. The crowd grew, people paired off, or went to look for a new location. Soon it was just me and David and we\\u2019d transitioned from dancing to an admittedly sloppy tipsy makeout session in a dark corner of the room. Out of the corner of my eye I\\u2019d caught our sailor friend watching us throughout the night and now was no different. At some point his friends must have taken off. I thought he left with them but now I noticed he was back, propped up at the bar looking slightly worse for wear (too many free vodka sodas I guessed). He was nominally chatting with a twink that was desperately trying to gain his attention, but his slightly glassy eyes were trained right on us. I held his gaze as I once again shoved my tongue into David\\u2019s mouth, giving his ass a very visible squeeze in the process.
\\u201CLook at the bar\\u201D I whispered into David\\u2019s ear as I spun around, pressing him against the wall and giving him a chance to look over my shoulder. I\\u2019m still not sure what he did, he must have mouthed something because the young sailor abandoned the bar and wandered over toward us. We broke our kiss, acting casual. I could see from the way he swayed slightly that he was relying on a bit of liquid courage.
\\u201CI have to go to the bathroom,\\u201D I said calmly. Once again holding his gaze before glancing at David. It was now or never I figured. Either he\\u2019d read cues or not. I looped around the corner and opened the door to the single bathroom, pleased to find it unoccupied (a relative rarity) I ducked inside and left the latch open. David followed a moment later, pulling the sailor by the wrist. Subtlety wasn\\u2019t really a factor in this environment I guess, but there was something fun about pretending to slip away. We shoved the door shut and latched it. David moved toward the sailor aiming for a kiss but he quickly pulled away. 781b155fdc
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