NAVY DAYS -- From the Oracle BBS. Written by Navy Davy
Life out at sea can be a bitch, at times, especially if you're a young, gay sailor. But, it does have it's moments that are well worth remembering.
I had only been out of boot-camp for a couple of weeks, and, believe me, after six weeks of being watched like a hawk, I was so horny, I almost considered looking for anything, male or female! Fortunately, I found out that the Navy DOES take care of their own. I got to my first ship late at night, sometime after midnight. Walking into the berthing area (large room with about 80 guys sleeping in it), I found my way to my bunk. Trying to stow all my gear quietly, I still managed to wake up one of the guys sleeping nearby.
He looked over at me, smiled and said his name was Paul. I introduced myself, and tried to get a better look at him. In the semi-dark compartment, I really couldn't tell too much, but, he sounded about my age, with a deep, sexy voice. I thought he was watching me a little more than the situation warranted, but, having no idea of what he believed in, I wasn't about to start anything. Certainly not in the middle of all these other guys!
We talked a little, softly making small-talk. I asked him where the shower was, and, after getting directions, began undressing. Now I was sure that Paul was checking me out, but, still, was I sure enough to take a chance?
Not yet I wasn't!
The shower room was a small, narrow area, with 4 individual stalls separated by tall, metal partitions. The stalls could be closed with a curtain, making them very private. How convenient! I began soaping up my body, letting the water beat all the tension away. After just a few minutes, I heard another shower come on.
"So, where're you from?" I heard Paul's voice ask.
"San Francisco," I answered.
"No shit? Me, too!" he exclaimed. "Where abouts? I'm from Noe Valley."
I told him I was from the Mission, near Dolores Park. We talked for a few more minutes, amazed that we were both home-boys. Shutting off the shower, I took my towel into the drying-room, hoping that Paul would follow soon. To my pleasure, he did. I stopped what I was doing and watched him; I knew that I was staring, but, I didn't care. Paul was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on, tall, slender but muscular and absolutely gorgeous. He must have been aware of my staring, for as he dried himself off, he kept his body facing me, not turning away like most people would do. I tried to keep my eyes off of him, but, as he began rubbing his towel over his crotch, I felt my gaze drawn back again. His cock slowly began to stiffen, and I could feel mine responding. Paul was looking directly at my face as he continued to fondle his cock and balls. His organ was fully erect now, and it looked like it was 8 or 9 inches of delicious meat. I wanted nothing more than to kneel in front of him and take every inch of him down my throat, and taste his sweet young cum.
"Damn," he said, "I don't think I washed everything. Better go back into the shower."
"Want some help?" I heard myself ask. Paul looked back at me with a smile. That was all I needed! Following him into a stall, I turned the water on and then felt his arms around me. The first kiss was electrifying, passion surging through my body. His soft hands began fondling my balls, and I wrapped my hand around his long, thick tool. Pulling away from his mouth, I went down to my knees and licked his cock-head. The soft, velvety skin tasted so sweet! Bending down, I nibbled at his heavy balls, feeling his hands on the back of my head as I nuzzled that sensitive area. Moving back to the head of his cock, I slipped the thick head between my lips, allowing as much of his lengthy tool into my mouth as I could. The size of his organ amazed me, considering his slender build. I was unable to take more than half of him into my throat in this position, but, knew that I'd have other opportunities.
With a lot more noise than I thought prudent, Paul exploded into my eager mouth. His jism was hot and sweet, and it felt like he was going to cum for hours. Finally, his copious flow subsided, leaving me with cum dripping onto my chin. Paul pulled his still-hard cock from my lips, and we changed places. Immediately taking my tool in his mouth, Paul proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs I'd ever had. His lips and tongue were everywhere, swirling around the head of my cock, licking and nibbling at the base of my shaft, bringing me again and again to the brink of climaxing, only to slow the pace and start again.
I was suddenly brought out of my ecstasy by the touch of another set of lips, working their way to my ass. Looking behind me, I saw another young sailor, his face buried between my cheeks. He looked up (another beauty!) and I saw the raging hard-on between his legs. I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, and he smiled and stood up. My new companion had a long, slender cock and it slid easily into my waiting hole, filling me comfortably.
Now I had Pauls' incredibly talented mouth working on my cock, and the unknown stud fucking me wildly, all on my first night! Small wonder that my climax was so strong; I felt like everything inside me was flowing out of the head of my cock. Paul continued to suck me off, the slender shaft was still slamming in and out of my ass, and I just kept cumming. I felt the explosion of jsm inside me, and that brought me off once more. If it hadn't been for them holding me up, I would have collapsed onto the floor of the shower!
We parted, and I knew that I was going to like being in the Navy! I would have to "act" one way during the day, but, after midnight, when the showers where empty, it was another story.