Soldier, Sailor, Architect: Gay Internet Hookups

By Habu

Don Nealson starts going with men during his college years in Charleston, drawn to military men for casual, a bit rough, and anonymous sex through military men Internet gay hookup sites. Four years later, as a high school history teacher in Norfolk, Virginia, he turns again to Internet hookups. He tries to be very discreet and not take his risky pleasures near home, but as he hooks up with sailors in Norfolk, this doesn’t always work. Going further afield, he dates an older architect in Richmond, which leads him to having to make choices—does he want the risk and thrills with hunky and young soldiers and sailors, or something more refined and permanent with an older man?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Apr 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781925568585

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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Chapter One: Soldier Jim

The name he’d given was Jim; the name my roommate had given for me was John. He was a real hunk in the hook-up site photo, bare-chested above camouflage fatigues, muscular to the extreme, chocolate brown, with the tattoo of an angry eagle, wings spread, on his bulging right pec, the tip of one wing going up to the tip of his shoulder. Three arrows in the eagle’s talons. Zack kept scrolling through the personals, but I kept going back to that one—to Jim.

I was only nineteen then, in my first year at Charleston College, training to be a history teacher. Zack and I had gotten high that night—not just on beer, but on some weed too. He’d asked me if I’d ever hooked up on line. I hadn’t. He’d said I should try it for a good, anonymous time—just flirt a bit on line. He said there were some real hunks on the Parris Island Marine Base gay personals Web site. He was right, there were. The best of them was that Jim. Zack asked if I’d ever done it with a black before, and I said no. They have the biggest dicks, he said. I didn’t know about dick size, but that Jim in the photo had the best muscular chest I’d ever seen.

Isn’t that black dick thing just a myth? I asked.

Not in my experience, Don, Zack said, and smiled.

So you’ve fooled around before? I said.

Zack said, Sure have, and suggested that we should fool around a bit too. I agreed, pulling my T-shirt over my head and stretching out on my bed.

I mean with these personal ads, he said. He was already making magic on the keyboard.

Hey, you aren’t putting my real name in there, are you?

Nope. You won’t be Don Nealson. You’ll just be John—like everyone else on this site.

So, I sat on the side of the bed by the desk between our beds and watched as Zack sent off some messages. What he wrote made me horny, and I said so. I unzipped him as he sat at the desk, pulled him out, and stroked him. When he was hard, I lowered my mouth, licked his cock, and then took it in. He’d still been messing around with the computer, but he stopped then, stripped off his pants, pushed me down on my bed, pulling my athletic shorts off, and came down on top of me between my thighs. I rubbed the sides of my knees against his hips as he fucked me. It was probably the best sex I had from him that year, induced by beer, a little weed, and the arousal of answering some of those personals on the Parris Island Web site.

The next morning there was an answer from Jim. We could meet in Beaufort, South Carolina, if I had wheels. We could eat there at a place called Katie’s on the waterfront and he’d take me to a U2 concert in Savannah and return me to Beaufort afterward. I did have wheels. It was Zack who answered the offer with a yes, though, while I was swatting him with a tennis shoe and saying this had gone far enough. We were both laughing, however, giddy from the good fuck the night before.

That’s it. It will stop here, I’d said.

You have to go through with it now, Zack said. Look at the muvva. He’ll come looking for you if you stand him up and he’ll break you in two. Besides it’s a chance for your first black. He looks like a black bull.

There hadn’t been many guys at all, to tell the truth, but, boy, this Jim was gorgeous. I dreamt that night of licking the eagle on his chest—and I went to Beaufort on the day he had designated. I figured he had just been playing too, even though he’d posted that he’d masturbated to the nude photo Zack had sent of me. It really was me, but he’d be a no show.

But he showed up at Katie’s and he was a hunk and a half. All that had been in his photo and more. He had on the camouflage fatigue pants and an olive-green T-shirt on top that was stretched to the limit by bulging muscles. There was a hint of the eagle tattoo showing through the stretched cotton.

He was super polite and a smooth talker and I saw no disappointment in him when we saw each other. I certainly couldn’t ask for more than he gave in looks. We sat