Oceanside, California

This past January I returned to San Diego for a yearly meeting of one of the grants that I administer. Usually when I travel I take a plane because of time constraints. But I decided to take some time off from work before and after my scheduled meetings. I’ve always enjoyed riding the train – so I purchased a sleeper compartment on Amtrak. I caught the Southwest Chief in Chicago on a nasty, snowy Thursday – then high temperature that day was expected to be seven degrees Fahrenheit. Fifty hours later the train pulled into Los Angeles. I wish that I could say that I sucked some cock on the train – as I have done on long train trips in the past – but unfortunately that didn’t happen. However, I did catch up on a lot of work. I watched the Godfather trilogy and really enjoyed lounging naked as the train sped across the U.S.I had a layover in Los Angeles before catching the Pacific Surfliner down south. I’ve decided that the world is full of crazy people. While I was waiting for my train a commotion started over near the men's restroom. There was a rather large woman dressed for cold weather, including a knit hat, screaming that the police needed to come and arrest the perverts in the restroom. Everyone in the station could hear her ranting. It appears that she saw two men coming out of a stall in the men’s restroom and assumed that they had just had sex. I immediately wondered how she had seen that. Was she in the men’s restroom? The security guards came – she kept ranting. She started praying – prayers of condemnation of homosexuality – kill the fornicators – that sort of stuff. I was about to get up and punch her when the guards escorted her to a private office. It turns out that the two guys she saw coming out of the stall were a sick man and his care giver – something about a colostomy bag being blocked. That lunatic woman’s ranting is yet another case of hysterical fanaticism at its worst and how people still just hate gays. Screw them all.

I was not going all the way to San Diego on the train. I was stopping at Oceanside to see the Marine. Hard to believe that it had been a year since I was last in Southern California. The meeting that I thought was going to be held in June was moved to Pittsburgh. After our initial encounter, the Marine and I spoke on the phone almost every other day. He shared this few and far between sexual encounters – the good and the bad ones. He only seem to date guys for a couple of dates before dumping them – of course that could be because they all lived outside Southern California. They would always be hot about him being a marine – but then not understand that he was never willing to give up being a marine and that being open about being gay might mean that he would not be able to continue being a marine. Now that was a convoluted sentence. But eventually our conversations dropped off to once a week. Usually late on a weekend night after he had a few drinks. Those calls could get steamy – even more so after I sent him a nice high resolution webcam for Christmas to replace the archaic one that he was using. His gift to me was a dirty jockstrap that he wore during his morning physical training. He knows me so well - I have simple needs.

The Marine had taken leave until the next Wednesday – so I had him for four days. He was waiting for the train in a pair of shorts, tee shirt and sandals. I hauled my bags off the train and he immediately took them from me and set them down. He then surprised me with a big hug. I was glad to feel his body against mine. But it didn’t last long. He picked up my bags and we headed for his car – actually it was a Pathfinder Hybrid. Not what I expected - I had expected something sleek and fast. I had booked a one bedroom beach side condo at the Southern California Beach Club. I checked in while the Marine parked the car and brought in my bags – I noticed that he also brought in a bag of his own.

Once the condo door was closed I finally got the hug that I wanted. But this hug was accompanied by a kiss. There wasn’t a lot said for the first hour in that room. We pulled off our clothes and I ended up with his cock buried in my ass. I was on top riding his cock – it was pure passion. After he ejaculated, I kept riding him. His cock felt so good in my ass. We were both covered in sweat – why was this room not air conditioned? I rode him for a while longer before he pushed me off and started licking my nipples. Licking is the wrong word – he was mauling them. He licked down my body and then sucked my cock. I’m usually a slow ejaculator but not this time. I grabbed the side of head and fucked his face. When I came he took every drop. He looked up and smiled. Then he lay by my side and kissed me. We shared my cum.

For the next couple of hours we lay in the bed and talked. I noticed that his chest and stomach hair were almost gone. He said that he had shaved them just to see how it looked. Well it looked good – and I told him so. But I did like his furry, chiseled belly.

We decided to go grab a bite to eat. We showered – it felt good to have someone wash my back – and headed off to an all you can eat sushi restaurant. The Marine could certainly eat! I was stuffed and he kept eating. For some reason that was sexy – don’t know why.

On the way back to the condo we stopped and got a couple bottle of liquor – Jack Daniels and Patron. We made it back in time to catch the sunset. I never can get used to seeing sun set over water – I’m a right coast or middle country guy. We sat on the patio and sipped Jack Daniels. He had his arm around my shoulder and my head was on his chest. At that moment in time, I was incredibly happy. My hand was rubbing his stomach. We decided to take a walk on the beach. We ended up frolicking in the surf – both totally soaked by the time we got back to the room. We sat naked on the patio, talked and drank some more. He may be going back to the Middle East – he couldn’t say where. I hope not – but it is his chosen work. Actually, we drank a lot. I remember falling into bed, sucking a cock, eating an ass, getting fucked again and feeling safe and warm all over.

I awoke to a stiff cock pushing against my ass. We had naturally slipped into a spoon position – the Marine on my back. He was lightly snoring. There was that musky smell again – I needed to remember to ask him what cologne he wore. I got up to take a piss and when I came back he was awake. He pulled me to him and asked, “How would you like to fuck me?” I told him that all he had to do was ask. This is where I had a decision to make – hard or gentle. Hell, he’s a marine – he got it hard and enjoyed it. Here was this big bruiser of a guy giving me his ass and I took it. I slipped a pillow under his hips. He lay on his back on the edge of the bed. Getting my cock in his ass took some doing. He had a tight ass. I watched his face as my cock slide in – he was in pain – but never said to stop. But once in, I pounded his ass for a good twenty minutes – now this was when it was good to be a slow ejaculator. We changed position – he faced me, straddled me and sat on my cock. His big dick was flopping as he went up and down on me. I reached up and teased his nipples. He kissed me. I felt his sphincter tighten and knew he was about to cum. He reared back and shot his load. The first spurt hit my forehead and the rest landed on my chest and belly. He kept riding me. Our eyes met. I shot my load up his ass. He collapsed on the bed next to me and said, “Damn, that hurt at first.” I asked if it always hurt him at entry. His response was, “You were the first up my ass.” So wow, if I had known it was his first time I might have been gentler. But he seemed to enjoy it.

We showered again and headed to the grocery store. I was planning on cooking dinner. Groceries seem to be more expensive in California – even the produce. When we got back, the Marine suggested that we take a walk to the Oceanside Pier. That led to a wonderful afternoon. We rented fishing poles, bought some bait squid and went toward the middle of the pier. I love fishing. Amazingly I caught a halibut. That was a feisty fish. But when I finally got it out of the water it was almost 29” long. Thankfully it was of legal length. I asked the Marine if he could clean a fish. He could. So for dinner we had broiled halibut. That night we again traded fucks – I learned that he preferred a hard fuck to a gentle fuck and that grunt had a nasty mouth. I hope there were no families in the next condo. Once he gave me his ass he became somewhat of a power bottom.

We spent the next day on the beach – Southern California was having a heat wave – temperatures were in the 80s F. It was so cool to lie next to him on the beach. Men and women appreciated the Marine’s body – and I’m sure they were wondering why I was there with him. But who cares. The only thing that concerned him was that we might see someone he knew – but this was a Monday – so the likelihood of that was slim. We rubbed sunscreen on each other and every once in a while would hit the surf. It was a great day – but I did get a little too much sun – even with the maximum SPF available.

We were in bed early Monday night – the Marine told me he wanted to take me somewhere the next day. In the middle of the night I woke up with his ass grinding against my cock. I reached around and felt his dick – it was hard. He whispered that he wanted my cock up his ass. That’s what he got. I like fucking a guy who lies on his side – I straddle one leg – hold the other on my shoulder. My cock then goes in deep into his ass and my balls get massage as I ride him. The Marine liked this position as well. I was stroking his cock with my hand – matching the rhythm of my cock in his ass. He was almost whimpering – all between the swear words that he was saying. I pulled out and shot my load on his cock – then jacked him. It wasn’t long before he too ejaculated. We kissed, fell back into our spoon position and drifted back off to sleep.

We were up early the next morning. He took me to the Mission at San Luis Rey. He said he often went there when he needed to get away from the world. What a beautiful mission. We walked the gardens. He was worried about another tour in the Middle East. As we sat by a fountain he became very emotional. It was a hard thing to see. He said it was the first time he ever told anyone that he was afraid. He relayed horror stories of action in Iraq – he had witnessed death and injury. He had killed. We went into the chapel at the Mission and I watched as he prayed. We went back to the condo and I held him for almost two hours.

When he had pulled himself together, we ate an early dinner and sat on the patio for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. We shared life stories – mine of course was longer than his – but his was full of parental indifference and years of struggling to accept his homosexuality. That was an enlightening and very difficult afternoon/evening. We killed the bottle of Patron and went for a walk on the beach. We ended the night back in bed – fucking and sucking for hours. He was up the next morning at 06:00. He got his uniform from his SUV. We showered, he dressed, we kissed at the door and he was gone. He was back in Marine mindset.

Later that morning I took a cab to the Amtrak station. I was off to San Diego. He called later that night to apologize for being so emotional. I told him not to worry – that’s what friends are for. He hasn’t gone back to the Middle East yet – but it looks as if he still might. He tells me he will visit me soon – he’s never been to the Midwest. I hope that the does. He’s a guy that I could learn to love – I always seem to fall for the damaged guys!