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fasinating blog - giles

I do know his last name, but have never been able to find him. Of course now he is a wrinkly old geezer like myself, but I bet I'd still think he was cute.

This is a great blog, do you know Rob's last name? If so, Google him! What have you to lose?

Grundlebunny, that was sad and beautiful.

I think I know how you must've felt. I had similar feelings for a young guy named Mike who reported aboard my cutter from boot camp in Alameda not long after I did, in the late '70s. He was half white and half Japanese, a surfer from from the suburbs of Long Beach in Southern California. Probably the sexiest guy I've ever met. We were immediate (and close) friends, like brothers. We had a great time on liberty, skateboarding in Golden Gate Park and listening to Van Halen on my ghetto blaster. He was 18 when I was 22; we were close enough in age to be peers and friends, but there was enough of an age difference that I felt protective toward him. And to this day, I've never felt such powerful sexual tension with anyone else. Ever. There was this one time we were in Kodiak, the night before getting underway and resuming our winter fisheries patrol, when everyone else in our 30-man berthing area was still out on the town. It was just the two of us, dressed in our long-johns. First on the rec deck (lounge), and shortly afterward, him lying in his upper-level rack (bunk) and me standing next to him, chatting. I so wish I'd followed my urges and showed more of my affection toward him during brief moments of privacy, particularly that evening. I could've reached out and caressed his chest, or at least patted it. I suspect he'd have taken my hand, guided me along and placed my hand underneath the fabric. But he perceived how I felt, nonetheless. He once told me I was special. I asked how. He replied, "Because you have the ability to pick one person out of a crowd, and love him." This, coming from an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old kid (and ostensible heterosexual). He was absolutely sincere. It's one of the most touching things anyone has ever said to me, before or since. I eventually got orders to aviation school on the East Coast. I wrote him a letter shorty after settling in, but never got a response. So, foolishly, I became dispirited and never wrote again. I didn't have the life experience yet to realize that probably, like most people, he simply just wasn't much of a letter writer...but I like to think he was very happy to receive my one letter. I love you, Michael K. I hope life has been good to you and yours.

This was taken at the U.S. Navy base on Treasure Island in the middle of San Francisco Bay in the fall of 1976. I am taking the picture. We were all there for the first phase of our training to become Hull Maintenance Technicians. I had a HUGE crush on the guy in the middle in the white tee shirt. His name was Rob. Rob was super funny and super hot. We became good friends. At the end of our training I was chosen to stay on for additional training on the P250 which was a gas powered 2 stroke emergency water pump. The rest of my class went on to San Diego for the second stage of training and I stayed in San Francisco for one more week. I was 18 years old and it was the first time I ever felt "love sick" for anyone. I was shocked at how much I missed Rob. I wasn't out to anyone, including myself. At the end of the week I flu to San Diego and found the rest of my class mates in the Naval housing. A mutual friend told me Rob was taking a shower and immediately took me there to see him. I have to admit I found this strange. It would have been more natural if I hung out with him and waited for Rob to get back. It was like he thought that I couldn't wait to see Rob, which was true. So we found Rob in the showers and I didn't dare try to look at his cock. He was really glad to see me and of course I was really glad to see him. At the end of our second phase of training, Rob got stationed In Sardinia, Italy, (Rob called it Anchovia), and I got assigned to the U.S.S. Fox CG33 in San Diego. I never saw or heard from him again.