I had just completed boot camp in San Diego and had a 72-hour pass to go home in San Jose for the wedding of my cousin. When I boarded the plane to go back to San Diego, it was a Sunday afternoon and I knew I had the full evening ahead to explore the nightlife in San Diego before I had to report to the Hospital Corps School at Balboa Naval Hospital on Monday morning.

When I took my seat on the plane, there was another swab jock sitting there. We struck up conversation and I found out that he was stationed on a ship that was in port in San Diego. As we talked, he asked if I had ever been to Tijuana. I told him that I had not and he asked if I would care to go with him to see the nightlife there. He said we didn’t have to stay long and that we could crash at his apartment in San Diego. He and several other sailors rented this apartment and would use it when they were on leave, rather than paying for a hotel. That way they could keep their civies there and not have to carry them back and forth from the various ships they were stationed on. I agreed to go to Tijuana and the moment we landed, we caught a local bus that went directly to the border from the airport.

The swabbie had introduced himself as Mac Innes but told me to just call him Mac. I told him just to call me Blake. He was certainly a handsome dude in his uniform. Dark hair, green eyes, about 5’ 10” and a very nice build. His uniform was evidently not one of those navy issued. He got it at a shop that specializes in tailored uniforms. He had been in the Navy for 2 years and said he planned to go back to college as soon as his 5 year hitch was over, so he could get his masters degree in physics.

As we were riding on the bus, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his tight fitting uniform pants. Since the uniform was so tailored, everything bulged that was on his body. I could glance down at his crotch and see a perfectly defined shaft and even the hint of the bulb of his cockhead. I was careful not to stare too intently in case he would look my way and see me checking him out.

We got off the bus and headed down the main street of the town and there were several strip joints. He pointed out the one place called the 1-2-3 Club, saying that this was the best strip joint in town. We entered the doors of the smoke filled place and the bumps and grind music was almost muffled by the men patrons that were seated at small cocktail tables around the stage that stuck out. They were yelling to the strippers to come closer so they could put money in the “G-Strings”.

Mac and I took a table next to the stage and ordered a beer. One of the strippers gyrated herself over to our table and was bending over so far that here tits almost hit Mac on the head. At that point, Mac took a silver dollar out of his pocket, placed it between his teeth and leaned forward. The dancer proceeded to put her skimpy negligee over his head and she took the coin from his mouth by using her pussy. The whoops