Men 9 Zak Spears 17 Alex Kincaid 30 Shore Leave 43 Billy Glyde: Strip Search 53 Mark 59 After-Hours Cop Show 71 Ribeiro and Silveira Fiction
24 Bum-Fuck, Missouri
36 Fenced In
66 Sex Stop Features
5 Editor's Note
6 Mandata
16 Man Mail
78 Book Nook
80 Man Video
84 Some Stories From The War...
Editorial Note
BUOY STORY
If you've been reading my candid reports from the front lines of porn each month,
you know that I don't just fill up the pages of Mandate with the kind of guys
that get me off. In fact, the thing I'm most proud of during my tenure here is
that Mandate is built around readers' tastes and features quite an array of beef.
Although this magazine is what you might call my beat, it really is made for you.
But, lately the models in the magazine have been right up my democratic alley.
I confess, I love men in uniform.
I know that's not much of a confession, not only because of the number of letters
I have gotten from you sharing similar tastes, but because many of us have a taste
for a specific type of uniform and, more importantly, stories about how that taste
developed. As you know, I'm not what you'd call shy about spelling out what makes
me spill my seed, so this month I thought I would share the roots of my desire
for sailors. Coming from upstate New York, I was dying to get away from the suburban
lifestyle fate had placed me in as soon as I could. It wasn't so much the culture
of the big city—which is what I told everyone—as it was the chance
to find gay men and have sex in all the varieties I had been dreaming about. Of
course, the medium-sized town where I ended up going to college wasn't the den
of iniquity I had been hoping for. My agressive proclamation of my homosexuality
to friends, at parties, even in class, was met largely with disinterest, and not
one invitation to a same-sex orgy. After six months of blowjobs through library
bathroom gloryholes and twice-daily wank sessions I found myself headed back home
for a fast weekend. I realized I was without any stories to tell my old aang of
fuck buddies, most of whom had stayed in town and were probably getting more than
I was. I sat in the back of the nearly empty bus and looked forward to thinking
about this for the next six hours. It was twilight and I was starting to doze
off when the bus coming to stop jerked me awake to feel the sweet pain of a piss
hard-on. I got up, went into the station and located the john. I was a little
groggy, but I slowly realized that the station was packed with humpy guys in white.
Sailors! So, I'm standing at the urinal with a boner, and a sailor sidles up to
the pisser next to mine, smelling of citrusy cologne and breathing heavy. Flustered,
I stuffed my dick back into my pants as best I could. As I started to back away,
to my surprise, the kid next to me goes, "Hey Doug, I thought that was you."
The muscles in my neck tensed involuntarily. I looked over at him for the first
time and muttered, "Hi...Tommy?" Back on the bus I found myself sharing
a seat with Tom Hilgren, the quiet second-string jock from my high school, who
now sported a blond buzzcut to go with his huge shoulders and famously thick neck.
My bus was filled with sailors in all shapes and sizes, but I couldn't take my
eyes off Tommy's tight-fitting uniform, the lines of the T-shirt underneath and
the bulge of his thighs. In the dim smokey glow—yes, there was a time when
you could smoke in the back of a bus—I tried to seem interested in his stories
of rigorous training and life since high school, but I was too preoccupied with
Tommy's squirming and the developing game of "press-my-leg-against-yours-and-then-shift-in-the-seat-as-if-it-were-an-accident."
The next thing I recall is waking up to feel Tommy's breath on my neck. We had
both fallen asleep and his head had nestled itself onto my shoulder and was gently
bouncing with the movement of the bus. I remember thinking that the situation
was right out of the pages of a dirty magazine.(!) Anyway, Tommy's crotch looked
ripe for the picking and I still had a boner and everyone else on the bus was
asleep... Being bold paid off—we fooled around for almost an hour and a
half. Tommy explained that he had seen my erection at the urinal and read my nervous
behavior correctly. You might be hoping to hear me say that every sailor on the
bus joined us for a raucous slurpfest, but actually, Tommy and I sucked each other
off privately, taking turns under the starchy white tent of his sailor's shirt,
bobbing up and down slowly...quietly. I'm running out of space here, so to make
a long story short, he asked me to stay that night with him at his older brother's
place, to which I said yes, obvoiusly. And later, when I asked him to put his
uniform back on after his shower he made no objection. I knew I had a tale to
tell my buddies when I got back home. If you've got stories of how you first became
fixated on Sailors, Soldiers or Men in Blue, write them down and share them. You
know I can't get enough.
