and hollers were deafening. I got a good glimpse of Mac’s crotch and he was sporting a full boner. It had to be at least 9 inches. I looked around and it seemed that all the guys, visible within the stage lights, had boners. I realized that this action was really turning me on and I too, had a raging hardon.

Sitting there watching all these guys rubbing themselves through their pants, I could tell, even though I was not touching myself, I was about to shoot my load in my pants. It didn’t take long when I saw Mac stand and make a thrusting motion towards the stripper, I felt the ecstasy of my load being spewed into my shorts. I quickly excused myself and headed to the men’s room where I went into a stall and used toilet paper to at least soak up most of my cum from my sorts.

When I returned, Mac said that since we had been in the town for 2 hours, we should be heading back to San Diego because the last bus would be leaving the border at 1:00 am. As we got on the bus, Mac said, “Hey, I don’t have to report back to the ship until 10:00 in the morning and you don’t have to report back to your base until 10:00, how about crashing out at the apartment?” I asked about his buddies that were sharing the apartment with him and he said they were all either out to see or away on leave. We would be the only ones there. I agreed and it was just a short walk in the cold night air from the bus stop to the apartment.

As we entered the apartment, it was sparsely furnished with 2 bedrooms and 2 double beds in each. He asked if I would like another beer and I accepted. I sat down on the sofa and picked up a girlie magazine. Mac returned with the beer and handed it to me. He then picked up one of the other magazines and sat in an easy chair. While we were thumbing through, I said that the strip shows we had seen, sure turned me on. He admitted that they turned him on too. I sat there looking at the pictures and I must have made a noise because Mac said, “What is so interesting there?” I told him that it was the picture of the broad in the magazine. She was lying back on a chair with her legs apart and the close-up photo of her muff was turning me on again.

Mac got up and walked over to the sofa and said, “Let me take a look.” I showed him and he said, “Doesn’t she look familiar?” I said that she kind of did but I couldn’t place where I had seen her before. He then said that she was one of the strippers we had seen at the 1-2-3 Club. She was hot and by now, so was I. I had a raging hard-on.

Mac asked if I would like to see more of her and I said, “Are you kidding? Of course I would.” With that, he got up and turned on the TV and put a tape in the player. There she was, in a fuck film. I couldn’t believe it and the more I watched her gyrate, the hotter I got. My cock was bursting to get out of my uniform and I thought I’d better do something to cool down before I shot my load