The Gathering Book 1Chapter 29 San Francisco Weekend
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Remembering San Francisco: Fleet Week, 1973 free porn video
[ For Michael, an xhamster member, who asked me to write something in remembrance of that time (in 1973) during Fleet Week when coming into the San Francisco bay he was so eager to get off the ship and find some serious sexual indulgence after tossing about on the South China Sea! This is for you, Michael! Hope it does justice to what you've told me about it! ]
I'd been stuck on the South China Sea for months. During that time everything around me seemed one, uniform, drab grey. The ship was grey! The ocean seemed grey! The sky was grey! Even the food had a grey tint to it! So, as we floated in the San Francisco Bay, I was seriously horny; and as many of my fellow sailors were champing at the bit to fuck some pussy (any pussy at all at that point!), I was heading to see someone else entirely!
I'd met David on two other occasions when I was on shore leave. I'd come across him through another sailor who had told me about him; about how amazing he was. "He'll milk your fucking balls dry!" He went on to say: "But, he's gonna make you work fucking hard to get there! There's no free orgasm with him. None. But, your gonna LOVE how you get there! He's gonna wring you out, buddy. Like you 'aint never been wrung out before! I mean it. You gotta go over and try it yourself sometime. Seriously. You'll LOVE it, man." So, I was understandably intrigued by my friends enthusiastic endorsement; and I called the guys number, chatted with him briefly, and set up a time the next afternoon to go over there.
When I got there, the guy, David, and I, sat around his apartment for a while just chatting. As we did, I noticed a wooden bench-like thing setting to one side of the room. I asked him about it. He smiled and said: "That's what I call a 'milking bench.' "
I was intrigued by it. He explained how it worked. I was even more intrigued than ever by what he said about it! I told him about my friend who had told me about him, and what he did with interested guys. He didn't remember my friend. "But I see a lot of men, you see! I probably have milked your friend. I just don't remember."
We chatted a little bit more, and then he asked if I was interested in experiencing what he had to offer; and, since I was incredibly horny, I immediately said that I'd certainly like to give it a try!
He had me take off every stitch of clothing I was wearing, and when I had done so, he led me over to the 'milking bench' and he expertly went about strapping down onto it. As he did, I admit I felt a brief moment of...panic? Uncertainty? Worry? Whatever it was, it passed fairly quickly.
He took a folding chair and sat down very close to me, and squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his hand, he began toying with my cock; which quickly grew erect, and jutted upwards, and slightly back along my stomach. His hand stroking my cock felt really good, and I was soon throbbing with anticipation of a nice hand job; and kept kept stroking it, up and down, up and down, along the full length of my slippery cock shaft.
"That feels really good," I said to him.
He and I made eye contact, and he smiled, and said: "Good! But this is just the beginning, you know. Right? There's SO much more to go before I allow you to ejaculate!"
"How long will that be?" I asked.
He just smiled again, and after silently setting there stroking my erection with his delicate-fingered hands, all slippery with lube, he said: "Don't worry about that. It's gonna be a quite while before anything like that occurs; believe me. I'M the one who's going to decide when that will be!"
I'd never experienced anything like what David had in store for me that day; and if you would have asked me if I could endure over an hour and a half of near constant cock teasing, and orgasm denial, I wouldn't said there was no way---but David was a true master at tease and denial!
As the time passed, he skillfully, and expertly brought my sexual need to come to a very high degree of agitation, and to the point where I would have blow my load; and yet, each and every time I was so close to ejaculating, he seemed to be able to read me like a book, and he'd simply stop stroking my cock! Every time he did this, my cock (which by then was growing a dark pinkish-purple color, and especially my cock head) would set there as he let go of it and twitch and jerk as if an invisible hand was making it do that!
"Oh GOD!" I'd gasp out loud as I'd come SO CLOSE to orgasm. "I almost came!"
David would smile proudly, and say: "Are you getting frustrated? Had enough? You want to come now?"
"Oh yes!" I'd reply in all earnestness.
"Sorry!" He reply. "No orgasm for you...yet. You haven't earned one." Grinning, as he resumed stroking my cock, or sometimes toying with my balls and cock at the same time, he said: "I believe in working very, very hard, and very diligently, and very patiently, in order to be worthy of such a thing as an orgasm. And as far as I'M concerned, you need a lot more diligence before getting to come." Then he added, looking me straight in the eye, and wearing a peculiar sort of smirk on his face: "You need my permission to come. So, just be patient. If you work hard enough, and long enough...then maybe you'll get to come. But first---more hard work for you!"
This teasing (and the alternating denials) went on, and on, and on, for quite sometime!
I tried very hard to not squirm around on the milking bench, or to beg David too frequently (both things he said he didn't approve of), but there came a point where I simply could no longer stand this constant tease, on the one hand, and the constant denial, on the other! I think he was waiting for me to get to that point. I think he knew that this would eventually begin happening with me; and he enjoyed that very much! As for me, there was something decidedly intensely pleasure in the 'suffering' he kept provoking in my libido, and yet, I was also starting to reach the breaking point in my ability to endure for much longer!
David kept watching my face very closely as I got more and more desperate to ejaculate after that long, drawn-out session of tease and denial. He was looking for something it was obvious. Perhaps it was something in my expression that would tell him that I really couldn't take much more of this exquisitely delightful agony! Whatever it was, as I was squirming helplessly on the milking bench, as he just barely moved his hand along the underside of my cock head, I saw him suddenly smile broadly, and he said: "Ah---at last! NOW it's time!"
"Oh--YESSS!!" I said to him as he and I both watched as I began shooting my long pent-up load of sperm, in spurt after spurt after spurt! Never before in my life had an orgasm been so incredibly powerful, or enjoyable, as that one was!
As I exploded, David was smiling happily, and he kept saying: "There you go! That's it. Come. Come for ME!"
At that moment, there was no one else I'd rather have that load of hot sperm, than David---and he seemed to sense this in my reactions; and this pleased him very, very much!
He kept stroking my cock, which was more sensitive than I'd ever felt before as he massaged my cock head with his hand and fingers, using my sperm as a kind of extra lube; and the intensity of it made me gasp and squirm as if I was being shocked by an electric current; but David did not stop, and I kept squirming and gasping, and I even begged him to stop!
"Mmmm! Nice and sensitive, isn't it? Hmm?"
"Oh yes!" I cried out loud. "Please STOP! I can't stand this! PLEASE!?"
David smiled once more, and then let go of my sperm-covered cock. "Very well," he said. "You finally earned that orgasm. But, all that begging and pleading...I don't like that. You weren't being very patient! I thought I told you you needed to be patient? Didn't I say that? Huh? Next time," he added, "NO BEGGING! Or, if you do, I might not let you come at all! How's that?"
That was Michael's first, but not last time, he visited David when he was in San Francisco during Fleet Week! It was worth every agonizing moment of that long, drawn-out, tease and denial session. He was always so tired afterwords; spent feeling; drained; zapped; sapped; but oh my god! was it ever the most amazing experience he'd ever had!
Michael has often wondered whatever became of David. They lost contact after Michael was out of the Navy. But he still remembers, even now, after over 40 years, those amazingly skilled hands of David on his straining cock, and the way he could work it so hard, and for so long before letting him come! No orgasm before had felt that intense; and none since has either! It was an experience quite unique to anything he knew before.
The End
I'd been stuck on the South China Sea for months. During that time everything around me seemed one, uniform, drab grey. The ship was grey! The ocean seemed grey! The sky was grey! Even the food had a grey tint to it! So, as we floated in the San Francisco Bay, I was seriously horny; and as many of my fellow sailors were champing at the bit to fuck some pussy (any pussy at all at that point!), I was heading to see someone else entirely!
I'd met David on two other occasions when I was on shore leave. I'd come across him through another sailor who had told me about him; about how amazing he was. "He'll milk your fucking balls dry!" He went on to say: "But, he's gonna make you work fucking hard to get there! There's no free orgasm with him. None. But, your gonna LOVE how you get there! He's gonna wring you out, buddy. Like you 'aint never been wrung out before! I mean it. You gotta go over and try it yourself sometime. Seriously. You'll LOVE it, man." So, I was understandably intrigued by my friends enthusiastic endorsement; and I called the guys number, chatted with him briefly, and set up a time the next afternoon to go over there.
When I got there, the guy, David, and I, sat around his apartment for a while just chatting. As we did, I noticed a wooden bench-like thing setting to one side of the room. I asked him about it. He smiled and said: "That's what I call a 'milking bench.' "
I was intrigued by it. He explained how it worked. I was even more intrigued than ever by what he said about it! I told him about my friend who had told me about him, and what he did with interested guys. He didn't remember my friend. "But I see a lot of men, you see! I probably have milked your friend. I just don't remember."
We chatted a little bit more, and then he asked if I was interested in experiencing what he had to offer; and, since I was incredibly horny, I immediately said that I'd certainly like to give it a try!
He had me take off every stitch of clothing I was wearing, and when I had done so, he led me over to the 'milking bench' and he expertly went about strapping down onto it. As he did, I admit I felt a brief moment of...panic? Uncertainty? Worry? Whatever it was, it passed fairly quickly.
He took a folding chair and sat down very close to me, and squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his hand, he began toying with my cock; which quickly grew erect, and jutted upwards, and slightly back along my stomach. His hand stroking my cock felt really good, and I was soon throbbing with anticipation of a nice hand job; and kept kept stroking it, up and down, up and down, along the full length of my slippery cock shaft.
"That feels really good," I said to him.
He and I made eye contact, and he smiled, and said: "Good! But this is just the beginning, you know. Right? There's SO much more to go before I allow you to ejaculate!"
"How long will that be?" I asked.
He just smiled again, and after silently setting there stroking my erection with his delicate-fingered hands, all slippery with lube, he said: "Don't worry about that. It's gonna be a quite while before anything like that occurs; believe me. I'M the one who's going to decide when that will be!"
I'd never experienced anything like what David had in store for me that day; and if you would have asked me if I could endure over an hour and a half of near constant cock teasing, and orgasm denial, I wouldn't said there was no way---but David was a true master at tease and denial!
As the time passed, he skillfully, and expertly brought my sexual need to come to a very high degree of agitation, and to the point where I would have blow my load; and yet, each and every time I was so close to ejaculating, he seemed to be able to read me like a book, and he'd simply stop stroking my cock! Every time he did this, my cock (which by then was growing a dark pinkish-purple color, and especially my cock head) would set there as he let go of it and twitch and jerk as if an invisible hand was making it do that!
"Oh GOD!" I'd gasp out loud as I'd come SO CLOSE to orgasm. "I almost came!"
David would smile proudly, and say: "Are you getting frustrated? Had enough? You want to come now?"
"Oh yes!" I'd reply in all earnestness.
"Sorry!" He reply. "No orgasm for you...yet. You haven't earned one." Grinning, as he resumed stroking my cock, or sometimes toying with my balls and cock at the same time, he said: "I believe in working very, very hard, and very diligently, and very patiently, in order to be worthy of such a thing as an orgasm. And as far as I'M concerned, you need a lot more diligence before getting to come." Then he added, looking me straight in the eye, and wearing a peculiar sort of smirk on his face: "You need my permission to come. So, just be patient. If you work hard enough, and long enough...then maybe you'll get to come. But first---more hard work for you!"
This teasing (and the alternating denials) went on, and on, and on, for quite sometime!
I tried very hard to not squirm around on the milking bench, or to beg David too frequently (both things he said he didn't approve of), but there came a point where I simply could no longer stand this constant tease, on the one hand, and the constant denial, on the other! I think he was waiting for me to get to that point. I think he knew that this would eventually begin happening with me; and he enjoyed that very much! As for me, there was something decidedly intensely pleasure in the 'suffering' he kept provoking in my libido, and yet, I was also starting to reach the breaking point in my ability to endure for much longer!
David kept watching my face very closely as I got more and more desperate to ejaculate after that long, drawn-out session of tease and denial. He was looking for something it was obvious. Perhaps it was something in my expression that would tell him that I really couldn't take much more of this exquisitely delightful agony! Whatever it was, as I was squirming helplessly on the milking bench, as he just barely moved his hand along the underside of my cock head, I saw him suddenly smile broadly, and he said: "Ah---at last! NOW it's time!"
"Oh--YESSS!!" I said to him as he and I both watched as I began shooting my long pent-up load of sperm, in spurt after spurt after spurt! Never before in my life had an orgasm been so incredibly powerful, or enjoyable, as that one was!
As I exploded, David was smiling happily, and he kept saying: "There you go! That's it. Come. Come for ME!"
At that moment, there was no one else I'd rather have that load of hot sperm, than David---and he seemed to sense this in my reactions; and this pleased him very, very much!
He kept stroking my cock, which was more sensitive than I'd ever felt before as he massaged my cock head with his hand and fingers, using my sperm as a kind of extra lube; and the intensity of it made me gasp and squirm as if I was being shocked by an electric current; but David did not stop, and I kept squirming and gasping, and I even begged him to stop!
"Mmmm! Nice and sensitive, isn't it? Hmm?"
"Oh yes!" I cried out loud. "Please STOP! I can't stand this! PLEASE!?"
David smiled once more, and then let go of my sperm-covered cock. "Very well," he said. "You finally earned that orgasm. But, all that begging and pleading...I don't like that. You weren't being very patient! I thought I told you you needed to be patient? Didn't I say that? Huh? Next time," he added, "NO BEGGING! Or, if you do, I might not let you come at all! How's that?"
That was Michael's first, but not last time, he visited David when he was in San Francisco during Fleet Week! It was worth every agonizing moment of that long, drawn-out, tease and denial session. He was always so tired afterwords; spent feeling; drained; zapped; sapped; but oh my god! was it ever the most amazing experience he'd ever had!
Michael has often wondered whatever became of David. They lost contact after Michael was out of the Navy. But he still remembers, even now, after over 40 years, those amazingly skilled hands of David on his straining cock, and the way he could work it so hard, and for so long before letting him come! No orgasm before had felt that intense; and none since has either! It was an experience quite unique to anything he knew before.
The End
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