Gay Erotic Stories

MARINE BOB III (The following events are based on an actually experience, but it took place long before SAFE SEX was an important issue in the gay community. Enjoy the story as it is written, but when you have sex, PLEASE PLAY SAFE!) Our last night together was memorable. I had packed and moved nearly everything out of my apartment. I was moving away, and in a few weeks, he was being stationed somewhere else. (Part of my decision to move was based on the fact that Bob was being moved away. I couldn't imagine his not spending the weekends in front of my TV and in my bed.) He called and asked if he could come over, and I said yes, of course, but we would have to sleep on an old mattress on the floor. We went out to eat and then came home and lit the gas fire logs. We smoked pot and watched the shadows cast by the fire. Soon we were naked and having at each other for the last time. I reminded him that this was our last time and that if he had had any more surprises, he had better reveal them. He asked what I would like, and I told him he had never fucked me and that would please me. He hesitated and I knew he would do it. I climbed up on him and sitting slowly on his dick, I eased it right in. He seemed hesitant at first, but soon got in the rhythm. I stayed on top, and he fucked me lying on his back. After a while he told me to cum on his chest. He kept saying it over and over. Cum on me! Cum on me! I beat my dick and at the same time gave him my ass totally. I had been waiting for this fucking and I wanted it to last, but I knew we were both too hot for it to go on long. He yelled that he was cumming just as I let loose a spewing load on his hard chest. He is the only guy that I have ever been able to time our climaxes so perfectly. More often than not, we would cum together, and sometimes -as before the fireplace that night- we could cum at the same time. hile we were still gasping for air, he said, "You did that on purpose." "What?" I asked. Waited to cum with me! And that's one of the things I'll never forget about Bob, the marine - his interesting comments after sex. A few months after I settled in my new place in another state, he called. He was only a few hundred miles away. I offered him plane fare to come see me. He said he could not give me his address, but that he would write within the week. He did not write. That was nearly three years ago, and I have not heard from him since. Yet, I keep thinking that one day he will call and/or surprise me with a visit. Until then, I can not see a marine without thinking of the fun Bob and I had together.