I first met Ben when I reported to the navy base. He was my "sponsor" who took me around the base, showed me everybody, where to eat, berth, work, play, Ben showed me everything and was great.
Ben moved out of the barracks because he wasn't getting along with his roommates, had tired of the constant parade of people moving in and out of the room, he wanted to live in town and rent a mobile home. He eventually did rent a mobile home from an officer, who may have been in the process of being kicked out of the navy because he crashed his aircraft. And it's possible that Ben and this officer had a physical relationship also. It's possible but not confirmed in any way.
The only thing I ever did with Ben was handjobs. He really looked like a very young and incredibly handsome Omar Shariff or possibly an Arab sheik from Saudi Arabia, he had this middle-eastern thing going on and was incredibly sexy and handsome. Ben would jack me off and I 'd do the same for him. This would typically happen in the shower. This is all we did, Ben refused to let me suck his dick, no matter how much I begged and pleaded, the answer was no and I had to be content with that. I wasn't but lived with it because I really liked the guy. I did once overpower Ben, he was strong but I was stronger, had to take something away from him where I was given a direct order from a superior officer. Ben was mad but got over it and we made up. Maybe it made our relationship stronger because it happened.
We did it at Ridgecrest, and then again at Mare Island and finally in San Diego when we were both on a ship. Ben was assigned a destroyer and I was envious, his ship was so much better than mine. I had obviously made a mistake requesting a fast frigate destroyer escort assignment, bad old obsolete Vietnam-era rustbuckets.
He had an apartment off base with 2 other sailors where we met a few times and really totally unplanned had sex again. It just happened. And then he shipped out, went to sea, that was my fate also, and we never saw each other again. I found out a few years later that Ben died under unusual circumstances, something about being at a McDonalds where he's seriously injured. From the few scraps of info online his attorney files a lawsuit against McDonalds while Ben lays in a hospital bed and then dies, the lawsuit goes away also, and that's really the end of the story, I have no idea what happened.
Ben was cremated, his remains are in a wall in Phoenix, Arizona, you can find his memorial page on findagrave, somebody I knew and loved is dead, it makes me sad because I really liked the guy, Ben said something to me no man up to that point had ever said to me. After Ben had the last orgasm we had together (it was particularly violent, his whole body convulsed like he was having a seizure, I've had orgasms like that also), Ben held me unusually tight, we're still in shower with the hot water flowing over our bodies and he says to me, "Bob, I love you." He really said that and I believed him. Wow, somebody really loves me?? How it that possible? A fat kid gets a newspaper route at 14, slims down, feels good about himself, realizes he's living in a toxic environment and will have to wait until he's 18 and graduate high school, then he gets on a bike and doesn't look back. Fuck you mother, fuck you father. I never want to talk to any of you ever again. (Mom leaves me a lot of money, Dad dies penniless, both have really nice headstones.) There was a time when nine people sat around the table on Thanksgiving Day, now only one person remains - me.
