I couldn't believe I was finally getting away from the watchful eye of Uncle Sam. My four years spent in the marines taught me so much but not much about my sexuality where men were concerned. I was stationed in a Navy/Marine Corp battalion where I was conditioned to be a bad ass marine and not a cock sucking fag. Dont get me wrong, when we lived in an open squad bay and had to take showers I more than admired all those gorgeous swinging cocks and beautiful asses of my fellow comrades. Most were concerned about going out and getting pussy where I was more concerned about getting fucked up the ass or sucking a hard cock to completion. I almost had a chance with this one navy guy but things didn't turn out as either of us planned so I ended up having a couple of one night stands with a female marine to hide my true self. This leads me back to me finally getting out of the military at the ripe age of 22. Since I was discharged from Camp Pendleton I decided to move to San Diego since the climate there was perfect almost all year round.
I had been living in the Hillcrest area not aware that this was considered the main hub of the gay lifestyle. I didn't really consider myself gay but bi curious more than anything else. However, I was much more interested in guys than women. Now I was on a mission to find a guy to have some fun with since my first time in 1977. I had seen a bar not too far from my place and decided to check it out this upcoming weekend.
Finally it was Friday and the weather was perfect. As the military put it, I shit, showered and shaved and even cleaned myself out in case if I met some guy who I thought was worthy enough to bed me. I'm not trying to be self centered but upon discharge I was in the best shape of my life. I was considered a fairly handsome guy by the peers that I worked with. At the time I was 5'11", 180 lbs of firm muscles with a tight six pack, black slicked back hair, brown eyes and what most women considered a killer smile. I dressed very casually and dabbled on a little cologne before heading out the door. The bar was only about a five minute walk and I could hear the music thumping before opening the door. As I entered the club I noticed it wasn't as smoky and loud as other bars I'd been to when I was in the service. There were a few empty seats up next to the bartender so I walked over and had a seat. Before I sat down I noticed a couple of guys checking me out. I ordered a heineken as I told the bartender to set me up a tab for the night. The music was blaring loudly and I glanced towards the dance floor. There were more guys dancing than women and the women that were dancing were very beautiful. When I turned back towards my drink I noticed the bartender was setting another drink in front of me.
"I didn't order another drink," I said.
"This is compliments from the gentleman at the end of the bar," he replied. I turned towards the end of the bar and there sat a very good looking older gentleman who I guessed to be late 50's to early 60's. He urged me to come over with a nod of his head. I didn't want to be rude so I grabbed both drinks and headed over.
"Thanks," I said as I extended my hand towards him, "I'm Lee." He took my hand and shook it firmly.
"Nice to meet you Lee," he said, "I'm Lance. I've never seen you in here."
"I just recently moved to the area after being discharged from the military."
"Were you in the Navy," he asked?
"No, I was in the Marines," I responded.
"Oh my," he stated, "The few, the proud and the sexy." I couldn't help but laugh at his comment.
"That's original. I've never heard the marines referred as that before." He then reached over and placed his right hand on top of my left hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"You want to get out of here Lee," he asked, "I've got Heineken back at my place and the seats are much more comfortable.". He smiled at me then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I just want to make you feel really good." This is what I was hoping for tonight I just didn't think it would happen so quickly. He was very good looking with a touch of gray in his hair and appeared to be in excellent shape. I was more than ready for this.
"Lets do it," I said feeling really nervous since it had been six years that I've been with a guy. I had a really good feeling about Lance though. He talked very smoothly and had an aura of confidence about himself. He paid both our tabs and we headed out of the bar.
"I just live a few houses down," he said as he put his hand around my shoulder and I put my hand around his waist. We were soon at his place and he unlocked the door. His place was set up really nice. I could tell this guy had money by the art that hung from his wall and the furniture. It had a slight feminine touch to the decor. Plants were scattered around the living room and surrounded the fireplace.
"Have a seat Lee," he said, "and that was a heineken you were drinking, right?"
"Yes, it is Lance," I replied.