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Charles
By
Dave
I feel totally inadequate to write the story of Charles. He is my best friend. His command of the English language is so much better than my English skills.
Charles is a Swedish descendant. His father was an executive of the Union Pacific Rail Road Company and lived in San Francisco. His mother was a surgical nurse in one of the hospitals in San Francisco. Charles inherited enough stocks from his grandfather that he could live comfortably.
As a child he was sent to the Catholic school at the old San Francisco Mission. The Dominican teachers taught him enough Latin to get by. In the fifties the mass was still in Latin. He was a good French and English student. He grew up with a strong background in the root of the words, and what they mean. Charles took words at face value. He didn't understand that when some people want to be sarcastic, they change the meaning of a sentence by changing the inflection in their voice.
Because he was such a studious person, he never associated with boys his own age. He had a passion for classic piano. Classical music became a life long passion for him. He studied piano under one of the finest instructors in the Bay area.
By the time he was eighteen, he was ready to compete for one of those piano competitions that could have led to a life of traveling around the world playing. His life was so consumed with music that I failed to even notice that his parents were not getting along.
When they told him they were getting a divorce he actually had a nervous breakdown. The shock was too much for him. In his desire to escape he joined the Navy.
Because of his medical knowledge he learned from his mother and the Latin he knew, he was sent to Corpsman "A" school right out of basic boot camp. When he finished that school, the Navy sent him to, of all places, Guam.
In the late fifties the Island had a small labor force from the Philippines working there. The Island had a landing strip for the transport of supplies to the Island. The Naval personnel were there for the most part to listen to radio traffic for the CIA.
On the eastern side of the Island, they built a tennis court for the use of the sailors. But very few sailors play tennis. The court was use mostly by homesick swabs to look east and dream of home.
The radio operators spent so much time listening to the click of the Morris Code keys they eventually all the crabs on the Island were trying to talk to them.
This is the tropical hellhole the Navy sent Charles. After checking in with the base surgeon, he was turned over to Master Chief Corpsman Broom. Charles had never met anyone like him in his life. He was Navy all the way. He knew his medicine, but it was the Navy way or no way. The Chief was about six-foot tall with sandy colored hair and blue, gray eyes. He just looked like a poster for what a Chief should look like in tropical whites.
Charles is six-foot one wavy dark hair and blue eyes. At eighteen he was the picture of a wide-eyed innocent youth. He followed orders to the letter and knew what to do in a hospital.
The Chief took a liking to Charles right away. It took Chuck a while to understand that the Chief was an alcoholic. But because he had grown up in such a cloistered atmosphere, which was filled with effeminate men, he had no idea that the Chief was gay.
About once a month some poor bastard would crack up mentally and have to be sent to Hawaii by air transport. Chuck would be the guy most likely sent with the percent. The Chief's instructions were to buy him five quarts of J&B Black label and bring it back with him.
The Navy is pretty liberal about drinking. All enlisted men can drink beer off duty, if they are over 18 and hard stuff if they are rated. But even a Chief can get in trouble if they become recognized as alcoholics. Typical of a true alcoholic he was in denial. He hid his drinking from almost everyone.
Charles was innocent enough not to question the Chief's orders. By the time he was escorting mental patients, he had turned 19. It was no problem for him to stop by the Navy exchange and pick up the booze every month for the Chef. He just wrapped the bottles up in his clothes so they didn't rattle on they way back to the Island.
There came a time when Chuck and the Chief were standing the mid-watch together in the hospital. The Chief was a little drunker than normal. Chuck was taking inventory of medical supplies in the cabinets, when the Chief slipped up behind him and reached around Chuck's body and felt his nipples through the green hospital scrubs.
If you know Navy tropical scrubs, they are washed so much they are thin, even if they are starched. In the tropical heat the starch melts fast anyway. They are like pajamas, in that a drawstring holds up the pants. The jumper has a V-neck and one pocket over the left breast. Light blue paper bags with drawstrings cover the shoes too. Charles had on regulation boxer underpants on under the scrubs.
When the Chief pinched his nipples I didn't know what to do. He just stood there, smelling the booze on the Chiefs breathe. Then the Chief slipped his hand under the jumper and under the waist of the pants. Chuck had a hard-on and his dick was sticking through the opening of the boxers. The Chief wrapped his hand around the shaft of Chuck's dick.
Charles just stood there, froze in his tracks. He felt the Chief run his finger over the head of his cock and felt the pre- cum Chuck was already leaking. He didn't know what to do when the Chief turned him around and kissed him on the mouth. No male had ever kissed him that way before.
He didn't resist when the Chief pulled the drawstring and pulled his scrubs down along with his boxers. The Chief knelt in front of the youth, and took hold of the shaft of Chuck's dick. He covered the head with his mouth. As the Chef swallowed the head of Chuck's cock, he rested his hand on the lower tummy. Chuck was so excited by his first blowjob that he shot cum into the Chief mouth without thinking. The Chief drank it like a pro. Then the Chief was finished it was just a simple mater to pull up the boxers and the scrubs. No muss no fuss.
The Chief went back to his desk and took a drink. It took Chuck a while to recover. He didn't know what to say, so he returned to taking inventory. When they were relived in the morning they went to the chow hall for breakfast as normal.
This time Chuck was lost for words. He had been a virgin until then. He had never given much thought about sex. His life had always been music.
The Chief apologized for his behavior, saying he had been drunk when he came on shift last night. Chuck said, I knew you were drunker than normal, but I had never done that before. The Chief got Chuck to tell him all about himself. He found it interesting that he had been around all those Dominican presets and piano teachers and had never been seduced before. He promised not to do it again unless Chuck wanted him too.
It was only another five days before they drew the Mid- watch again. It was another warm night Chuck read the nigh reports and checked on the one airman in the sick bay. He crushed his foot under the landing gear of a plane called the mail code, when the gear collapsed. The guy would be flown out for Hawaii in the morning. He was drugged to help him rest.
When Chuck returned to his desk, he wrote down the time he checked the sailor and notations about his condition. Then settled back to listen to music on Arm-forces radio.
The Chief leaned over his desk and asked Chuck if he wanted another blowjob. Chuck looked up and didn't know what to say. When he didn't respond, the Chief got up and came around the desks, and knelt in front of Chuck. The Chief pulled the drawstring and tugged the front of the scrubs down enough to pull Chuck's cock out over the top. While he was holding the greens down with both hands, he swallowed the stiff cock in front of him. It only took a short time for Chuck to cum in the Chief's mouth.
The Chief pulled the greens back up in place and returned to his desk. This time there was no apology. The Chief simple asked Chuck if he enjoyed it. Chuck blushed, while admitting that it felt good. The Chief told Chuck about how he was brought out when he was a teenager.
About an hour before anyone would be drifting in early for the morning muster, the Chief got up again and came around the desks again. The Chief pulled Chucks scrubs down again. He put his hands under Chuck's butt, while he took his time sucking Chuck off again. The Chief was in his whites; he pulled his cock out of them, and masturbated as he sucked Chuck. He shot his load into a paper cup and dropped it on the trash, as he got up. They were squared away a good half-hour before the first guy drifted for a cup of coffee before muster.
This time after breakfast, the Chief in invited Charles to come back to his quarters. The Chief assured Chuck that the air conditioner worked well enough so they could get some sleep.
When they got to his bungalow, the air had been on all night and the rooms were almost cold, after being in the humid heat walking across the Island to the Chiefs quarters. The Chief showed Chuck around. Then he started taking off his uniform. When he was down to his boxer's he lay on his bed. He invited Chuck to join him.
Chuck pulled the jumper over his head and pulled the drawstring and let the pants fall. Chuck sat on the side of the bunk and took the paper shoe coverings off and took the oxfords off along with the socks. Leaving all the clothes on the deck he turned around to lie next to the Chief.
The Chief gathered the young sailor up in his arms. He started kissing Chuck until Chuck returned the kisses. Then the Chief started feeling up the smooth body of Chuck. When he started sucking on Chuck's nipples, the youth got a hard-on that protruded through the fly of the boxers. The Chief reached for the circumcised cock and milked it up and down until pre-cum leaked out and onto his hand.
The Chief moved his butt up next to Chuck's armpit so that he could lie over the body of Chuck looking towards his feet. He gently lifted the scrotum of Chuck out of from under the waistband of the boxer underpants, along with his penis. The Chief opened his mouth and licked the head and shaft of his young friend. Then he sucked him until Chuck climaxed in his mouth. After sucking all the cum down his throat, he turned around to kiss Chuck on the mouth again.
This time Chuck reached for the front of the Chief's boxer shorts. The Chief was more than willing and pulled the snaps hold the underpants closed. He lifted his ass enough to pull them down, and tossed them on the deck. When he lay back onto the bunk, he crossed his arms behind his head. Chuck leaned over the Chief's body, so that he could inspect the cock of his first lover.
Chuck had never thought about sucking another man's cock before. Chuck used both hands to feel the flesh of the Chief's cock. It was about seven inches long and the head was circumcised. The forty-year old man's cock had a large piss hole that was dripping pre-cum in apparition of the administrations of this youthful sailor. Chuck was getting another hard-on smelling the body of the Chief. He slowly masturbated the cock with one hand and used the other hand to roll the testicles between his fingers. He took his time, working up the nerve to taste the flesh of the cock in front of his face.
Chuck finally swallowed, and opened his mouth to cover the head of the cock. He started moving his head up and down. His jaw got tired keeping his mouth open, so he had to stop several times to let his jaw rest. When the Chief shot his load of cum into Chuck's mouth, he almost choked. He felt like he needed to brush his teeth afterwards. But didn't know how to excuse himself.
The Chief pulled him back so that they were relining together again. The Chief hugged him and kissed him until they fell asleep. When they woke up they got dressed and went back to the mess hall. That meant they would be working the four- hour night watch together.
They changed clothes before reporting to the hospital for duty. The airman had been flown off the Island during the day shift. So it was quiet. This time the Chief took Chuck into the examination room and pulled his scrubs down as he bent him over the examination table. The Chief pulled Chucks dick back wards and sucked on his dick from behind. Chuck's scrotum was being squeezed between the chief's mouth and his nose being stuffed into his asshole. Chuck was shocked that the Chief actually started licking his asshole. He wanted to stop the Chief from doing that, but he gave up when he felt the tongue entering his anus.
The Chief took some KY used for giving rectal exams and greased up Chuck anus. When Chuck felt the tube poised at the opening to his rectum, he tried to stand up. The Chief just pushed him back down and drove his stiff cock deep into the asshole of his new lover.
Chuck was pinned to the table and when the Chief started fucking him, Chuck got a hard-on and came all over the vinyl- padded covering and the side of the lacquered composite table. When the Chief finished coming in Chuck's asshole, Chuck had to clean up the mess. He needed to take a dump to make it possible for him to clean his ass.
About an hour before midnight they heard the sound of "Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop." They were not sure how many gunshots they heard. All they knew was someone was shooting. It was not long before the MP's came crashing in the door with a radioman in handcuffs. They told the Chief that another one had gone "Rock Happy". The Chief opened the drug cabinet and loaded a hypo. Before the sailor could protest, the Chief drove the needle into his ass, right through his dungarees.
The MP's half drug and pushed him into the padded cell. They held him until the guy started falling asleep. They took the handcuffs off and pushed him into the room and stepped back as the Chuck locked the door.
The MP's calmed down, from the adrenaline rush and told them that the guy was out shooting crabs with a 45. That brought laughter all round. Chuck filled in the medical log and they kicked back until their relief showed up.
That meant that Chuck would soon be on his way back to Hawaii. That was the pattern of Chuck's life for the next three years. When Chuck finished his enlistment he didn't want to go home and be divided by his parents for his localities. At the same time he didn't want to get caught up in double subscriptions to the San Francisco Philharmonic Orchestra again. He figured that Los Angeles was a cultural wasteland, so he chose to go to the University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA). He chose to get a degree in English and French Literature.
He found a family that was looking for someone to look after their mother. The four children were scattered all over the US because of their jobs. Chuck fit the bill with his medical training. During the four years he went to UCLA, he became like a member of the family.
After he graduated he found a job working for a public utility. He became an invaluable employee because he rewrote all the technical reports for them. His goal was to work twenty- five years so that he would get medical coverage.
It was during his employment at the utility that I met him. When he first met me I frightened him. I was the kind of guy that he thought were brutes. I had played varsity football for seven years, as a middle linebacker. In that time I had gathered a collection of scars from two broken noses, a tooth knocked out, seven broken ribs, broken fingers, water on the testicles, lime burn and torn ligaments in knees and ankles. When he heard what I did to my opponents, frightened him.
When a group of us were having coffee a couple of ex- ballplayers were talking about past glories. Some one asked about my nose. I told them the second time it was broken during a game, by a guy that punched me in the face. They asked why the mask didn't save my face. I told them the bars were pressed against my face until the noise broke. They asked what I did. I told them that when the doctor stuck forceps up my nose and pulled the nose back in place. He put a Band-Aid across my nose. I went and stood next to the coach, until he asked if I wanted to play. I went back into the game. The next play when the guy went down to his three-point stance I stood there. When the ball was snapped I grabbed him by his shoulder-pads and pulled him towards me. When he put his hand on the ground to catch his weight, I stomped on his arm. That took that guy out with a broken arm.
Chuck gave me a wide birth until he found out that I was only aggressive when it came to sports. We took a college class together and became friends and lovers after that.
The family of the woman he took care of made him a deal, if he lived with her until she wanted to move back to Oklahoma, they would buy him a home in the Palos Verde Estates. When she went back to live with her sister the home was his to do as he wished. When she decided to live with her sister Chuck had his twenty-five years, vested in his retirement. He simply turned in his retirement notice and sold the home.
He moved to Connecticut and bought a house much bigger than he needed as an investment. He now has triple subscriptions to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. He spends more time in NYC than he does at home now.
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