We talked for a few hours, and had a few drinks. We talked about my college expereinces and his marine experiences. With the alcohol in my blood, I got a little wise about his choice of the marines over the college, calling him a "jarhead" or something.
"Hey, watch it, college boy. You're not too old to get a good thrashing over my knee," he said, jokingly. Well, sort of jokingly. His eyes looked serious, but he was smiling, oddly.
"Oh, yeah, okay, Jarhead, uh, I mean, sailer-boy!" I said, with a chuckle.
"I'm serious! I'll whip you're ass raw!" he said, with a challenging tone, not taking his eyes off me.
"Really? You think you're man enough to take on that challenge?" I teased.
"Stop by my boat tomorrow night. Be there at 7:00," he ordered, as he got up to leave. "And, I wouldn't be late if I were you," he warned.
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http://www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=772
"Hey, watch it, college boy. You're not too old to get a good thrashing over my knee," he said, jokingly. Well, sort of jokingly. His eyes looked serious, but he was smiling, oddly.
"Oh, yeah, okay, Jarhead, uh, I mean, sailer-boy!" I said, with a chuckle.
"I'm serious! I'll whip you're ass raw!" he said, with a challenging tone, not taking his eyes off me.
"Really? You think you're man enough to take on that challenge?" I teased.
"Stop by my boat tomorrow night. Be there at 7:00," he ordered, as he got up to leave. "And, I wouldn't be late if I were you," he warned.
You can read another of my favorites at:
http://www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=772
