Lieutenant David Michael's had been serving in the United States Navy for five years when I met him at Pecs. I was down in San Diego on a mini vacation.
His recent promotion had placed him in charge of the U.S.S. Halsey operations department. The Halsey, classified as a missile destroyer, had been plying the waters of the Pacific and Indian Oceans defending American interests.
The dark haired, five foot eleven, 27 year old Annapolis graduate attracted my attention immediately. Always the type who could make acquaintances easily, I approached him, shook his hand and introduced myself. We talked about all sorts of stuff; clubs, high school days, the navy, musicals, movies and favorite music. I bought him a Michelob. He bought me a Black Russian.
David had been groomed for military service. The son of a former aviator aboard U.S.S. Enterprise had gained an appointment to Annapolis which was, no doubt, arranged for him. He had heard a hundred anecdotes about the navy and had learned about the engine from an uncle.
In a way he and I are opposites. I am fashion conscious while he isn't. I love the theater and musicals. He prefers sports. He does enjoy romantic comedy and that became something that we could enjoy together.
Lately there hasn't been too many things that we could enjoy together. Only e-mail kept any friendship alive. His absence induced my rich fantasy life.
Six months of being without a boyfriend close bye had begun to take it's toll Somewhere among the disheveled sheet and blanket on my bed the dildo was buried. A wet spot probably dry by now was in the sheet. I needed the coffee to compensate for the lack of sleep.
Getting up at six. as always I decided to check my e-mail. With a cup of coffee I walked over to the Mac Book pro and sat naked at my desk. My mail account MacSteph30 came up quickly after it's customary couple of bounces.
Hi Stephanie, he wrote deliberately, in order to conceal having a male lover.
My ship is on it's way into port. I'll be so glad to see you. I intend to come up to San Francisco first thing. I could tell you some stories about the last six months
Love
David
My mood lightened immediately. I showered, dressed and had another cup of coffee; All the while my thoughts turned to him.
I could remember the walks along the beach, the seemingly endless backgammon games. Memories of that night in room 210 of the nearby hotel, our first sex, were still fresh. No matter that he would soon go back to sea and that I expected not to hear from him or see him again.
I had a role to play in the world of fashion that I felt might interest him. The woman's fashion designer called Poleci founded by Janice Levin Kroc and sister Diane Levin had been in business since the early nineties. As a fashion photographer their spring fashions show scheduled for March 14th .was was important for me. I could not wait to write to him all about it.
The email went to Dan Michaels aboard the Halsey.
Poleci designs of Los Angeles modeled it's spring fashions today, 1200 photos over a 6 hour session. Hon I loved very minute of it. My camera got quite a workout. Watching the girls walk up the white carpet was fabulous.
Owner Janice Levin Kroc was everywhere. She was a whirlwind with shoes.
Anyway it was great fun. It's what fashion photography is all about.
I hit the send button at this point and took another sip of my coffee
The Halsey, I would later learn, was just arriving in it's home port at San Diego navy base at 2 pm on a Friday afternoon. At the same moment I had a subject in my studio posing for a high school year book picture.
James was a very handsome 18 year old male. His dark brown hair framed his square face perfectly. He wore a very nice Joseph and Feiss gray herringbone sport coat.
"You look very nice," I assured him, .
"Thanks," he answered.
He stood out from the others who came into my studio that day. It may have been his demeanor.
The following day more students seeking year book pictures came into my studio. But it was almost noon when I was pleasantly surprised. Dressed in civilian clothes my sailor boyfriend walked in through the front door of my studio.
"David Hi," I greeted,"how are you hon?"
"I'm good."
"Come here sailor," I demanded and embraced him a kiss.
"How have you been Stephen?"
"I've been good. It's been busy here but I can't complain. It's paying the bills."
The Castro District is known for it's refurbished Victorian style mansions turned into homes and apartments. I live in one of them on the second floor.
In the privacy of my home David sat on the porch sipping beer from a can.
"I had the kids today. They're having year book pictures taken."
"Busy time of year," he answered.
"Yes," I replied, "One of those boys is gay. I could just tell."
"Oh?"
"The way he looked a me hon. I could tell from seeing where his eyes went."
"Be careful. You don't want to end up on a list."
I looked at him in full agreement. The minor child would have been perfect if he were 18. I'm only 27 myself.
The lieutenant had come into my life after several one night stands.
Sitting on my sofa David and I looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds. We began to kiss passionately while caressing. Encouraged by my whispered plea, he began undressing me. Both naked we walked, holding hands, into the bedroom. My lover rolled me onto my left side on the mattress and buried his throbbing cock deep inside and pounded me with it. Tugging at my own added to my growing sense of pleasure.
"Don't stop baby! I love how it feels. "
I put the boy out of my mind. David could satisfy my needs. but things would change.
The San Francisco pride day parade was to be held on a day early in June. There would be dozens of floats, lots of marchers, and a few bands. and lots of balloons.
David was back at sea and I was alone again. I came out to watch the parade.
