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Paul the Teacher 2
Chief Boatswain Mate
By
Dave
In the chronicle of my life in the first chapter I told about my days in the Navy. This chapter is about my introduction to Chief Boatswain Mate Andy Lucas. You learn in the Navy that Officers may be responsible for the ship but ships operate because of Chief's.
Our ship had just been commissioned, the crew had been assembled, and the shakedown cruise was about to begin. I was assigned to the radar/sonar division, along with other apprentice seamen. The crew was mixed with old hands from other ships and new boots right out of boot camp or specialty schools.
I was looking forward to new adventures...and I was not disappointed! The Combat Information Center (CIC) Division was made up of Lieutenant Junior Grade (Lt. JG) Acton, five petty officers (Radarman First Class Rassmussen, Radarman Second Class Powel, Radarman Third Class Henry, Sonarman First Class Tompkins, and Sonarman Third Class Howell). The rest of us were one seaman and one seaman apprentice Radarman and Sonarman strikers and two seamen apprentices.
All the rated personnel were combat experienced on other destroyers except Henry and Howell. They loved to regale us with sea stories. Some were wildly improbable, of course, but the ones we liked the most were wildly erotic...both hetero and homo adventures at sea and ashore.
On our first working day I found myself assigned to a work detail to unload stores from the dock and store them below decks. Right after breakfast, the ships communication system came to life with the screeching, three notes of a Boatswain's pipe and the barked announcement, "All hands assigned to ships stores party to muster on the fantail." Along with all the other seamen and apprentices, I hurried for topside and headed aft to muster for the work party.
Out of habit we fell into ranks and rows. Waiting to answer up when out name was called to receive our assignment. In short order I saw the starched tan uniform of a Chief petty officer striding down the deck in our direction. When he came to attention in front of us and barked out, "Attention!" I got a hard-on. He was about five-feet ten-inches tall. His body was stocky: when he spread his legs in at-eases position, you felt like nothing could move him. The combat ribbons on his shirt said he had seen plenty of action in his career. The crow on his arm told us he was a Chief Boatswain Mate. His graying hair was almost white and the craggy lines were cut deep into his face. You could almost believe that he got the lines from standing topside with salt water pelting his face hour on end.
He identified himself in a booming voice that he was, "Chief Boatswain Lucas. You men are going to unload stores from the dock and store them below deck for our up-coming maneuvers. You will do it as quickly and as quietly as possible. Anyone shirking duty need not worry about being on report because your ass will be mine first." That put the fear of God in all of the rookies of the party. He did say, "You may want to remove your shirts because this is going to be a hot detail. His steel blue eyes took in the variety of torsos being exposed like a butcher selecting the best cut of meat. I'm sure he noticed that my Seafarer Dungarees were tented out in front. I was envisioning being alone and naked with him.
As we were selected for different positions in the detail we were lined up into two lines from the trucks on the dock up the gang plank across the quarterdeck and down the hatches to the bowels of the ship. When the supplies started moving there was no time to goof around. All hands were sweating freely in a few minutes.
I had deliberately stationed myself close to the CIC hatch, because Rasmussen had briefed me on how to shanghai some choice food to be secreted away for CIC's exclusive use. I was instructed to commandeer coffee, evaporated milk, peaches, pears, peanut butter, sugar, and Vienna sausage if possible. Although the detail was under the watchful eye of the Chief, I learned how to stow the purloined items in the CIC compartment fast enough.
The Chief knew exactly what was going on, but he respected the age-old custom, and never let on he knew what we were doing. We worked all morning, sweating and cursing, while he watched and encouraged us. Although he could be perceived as a slave driver, his cheerful hazing kept our sprites high, and forged our loyalty and affection for him.
When the noon mealtime came he shepherded the work detail to the head of the chow line and insisted that the cooks feed his men a working sailor's meal. We were fed fried chicken and the mess stewards were instructed to keep our glasses of milk filled.
We were wise to recognize the importance of our new relationship with the Chief. It became apparent to all of us that next to the Captain and the Executive Officer the Chief Boatswain Mate on board ship, was next in line of authority in reality. Fortunately for our crew, Chief Lucas was honest, upright, sensitive to the needs of the crew and capable of fierce loyalty to his men. He was a brash and profane man: when he dressed down a crewmember for infractions of conduct or performance of duty it was tinged with regret for the necessity of doing so. Each and every day earned him more respect from the crew and me.
After our meal we returned to finish unloading the trucks. I was unloading flats of heavy cases from the dock to the hold, when a case of canned tuna fell off the flat onto my foot. It probably weighed 80 lbs., and resulted in nearly breaking my foot. Lucas was watching the operation from the dock at the time and saw what happened. He rushed to me, picked me up bodily, and cradling me in his arms, carried me to sickbay. As we threaded our way through the crowded passageways he assured me I would be fine. I got a hard-on and was embarrassed, of course, and at the same time, hoped the Chief would notice it.
In sickbay the corpsman quickly got my shoe off and inspected my foot. He pronounced that it was not fractured. He told me that he was writing a chit excusing me from duty for three days, and to stay off my foot. He was sorry there was no room in sickbay for me to stay there. The crew quarters for my Division was full of the detail passing supplies down to the hold. The Chief came up with the solution. He simply said that his stateroom had two bunks in it. I could spend the three days in his quarters.
I had hopes that he would focus on me and make me his lover. Oh, the naivete of youth. The Chief carried me to his stateroom and placed me on the bottom bunk. I was having all kinds of fantasies about having sex with Chief Lucas. As it turned out my fantasies were mild compared to what happened.
I had been working hard and I was sweaty and dirty. I had grabbed my shirt but had not put it on. The Chief told me to sit up and remove my dungarees and skivies. When I did as ordered, the Chief wet a washcloth and began giving me a sponge bath as he forced me to lie back down.
You can imagine his ministrations further inflamed my genitalia and soon my cock was standing straight up, while my balls were throbbing for release. Lucas seemingly ignored my condition, and calmly cleaned me up. When he came to my cock and balls, he washed them thoroughly. He even skinned back my foreskin and polished the knob as a result I was soon leaking pre-cum. Only then did he give any indication of his knowledge of my condition by bringing me to close to a climax by stroking my shaft.
I moaned and panted, while he masturbated me, I reached out and caressed his burgeoning crotch. He pressed against my hand, and moaned along with me. Just after I came gushing all over myself he told me that he had to get back on deck, but he would be back soon to finish the job. Meanwhile, he told me to relax and get some sleep because you may not get much tonight. On that promise he departed and I was left alone with a crotch full of drying cum.
In my heightened state I scooped up my own cum, and feasted on it, all the while imagining the joy awaiting me. I slept, and enjoyed a dream of the Chief and I entangled in a naked embrace. When I awoke, it was to the sound of the Boatswain's pipe and the announcement to "Clean sweep-down fore and aft all trash and garbage to the pier. Liberty commences immediately for duty sections A, C and D." Shortly afterwards the Chief returned and asked me how I felt. I told him my foot hurt, but if he let me suck him off, I might forget about how much my foot hurt. He laughed, and stood next to the bunks while he leaned down and caressed my body, brining my cock to full attention. Then he leaned forward and said, "You mean suck my cock like this?" He took my cock deeply into his warm, wet mouth and traced the head of my cock under the foreskin with his tongue. As his head bobbed up and down he sucked my cock in the classical cocksucker's style. I warned him that unless he wanted a mouthful of apprentice sailor cum, he'd better stop. Thank God, he ignored me, and took his first load of cum from me.
The Chief stripped off his uniform and showed me his impressive equipment. He told me that it was getting old but it was still in working order, and he expected me to keep it milked every night I was not on duty. After his shower he returned to the stateroom with a raging hard-on.
He asked me if I was hungry? I told him I was starved! He locked the cabin door, climbed into the bunk with me and got into a 69 position. We sucked each other off and savored each other's cum. Then we cuddled up in each other's arms and sucked each other's tongues for awhile. I moved down and started sucking his nipples through the soft mat of graying hair on his chest. He moaned and asked me to bite his nipples, while he fingered my asshole.
Although we had both had just cum, our playing around soon had us both oozing pre-cum. He asked me if I had ever been fucked? I told him I had but that I wasn't too crazy about it.
He said, "I bet if you let me get my hard cock in your ass, you'll love it." I couldn't argue with that and begged him to fuck me. He told me, "Fucking young sailor boy's asses is one of my major pleasures. He had hoped I would let him fuck me."
We kissed and I assured him that my body was his to do with as he pleased. He had me get up on all fours, and then he got behind me. He surprised me by spreading the cheeks of my ass with his thumbs and riming my asshole with his tongue. It had been a long time since I'd had a tongue in my asshole, and I really got into the wonderful sensations his tongue produced. All the while he was sucking and tonguing my asshole, I was moaning and encouraging him. He reached around and found my rock-hard cock and gently began to jack me off. I was in heaven, and getting well prepared for a deep fucking from my hero. He bragged to having a 9 1/2 inch measured cock when he hard-on. From the look of it, it would rival a coke can in circumference. The fear that I could not get all that meat in my ass was real!
He wanted to make sure I understood the possible amount of pain would possible be involved. I knew how to take cock in my ass, although admittedly I had never had one that big. He greased my asshole up with a warm lube, and soon he was inserting the first two fingers of both hands into my asshole. I loved the feeling of fullness in my bowel and was about to cum. He leaned over and kissed me and drove his tongue down my throat.
Quickly he lined up his lubed cock up with my wide-open asshole and began pushing into me. I knew how necessary it was to relax my ass to let his cock head enter my sphincter, so I made like I was about to shit, his big cock popped through my sphincter and was seated in my throbbing asshole. There was some pain but I mostly felt pleasure. I loved the idea of him inside me, and the warm feeling of his warm pressure of his wonderful body resting against my back almost enough to make me cum. He began to fuck me slowly with short jabs, followed by holding perfectly still while, I got use to his invading cocks. Soon he began slowly short strokes into my bowel. After awhile his strokes got loner and deeper as the pace picked up. I was begging him to fuck me harder, while he was kissing the back of my neck and reaching around stroking my cock. I was in rapture when his cock swelled and surged all of the continence of his ball shot deep into my bowel. I shot my load into his hand shortly afterwards. As Chief Andy Luis let me stand my knees he licked my cum from his hand. I knew that as long as I was going to be on this ship I was going to be his lover.
He pushed me down and sucked his cum out of my ass. Then I cleaned off his cock and sucked him off again. All of this had my cock hard again. Andy asked me if I wanted to fuck him? I went wild with anticipation and we exchanged positions on the bunk. My cock found his hole and entered without any noticeable barrier. It was still tight enough to grip my dick like a warm mouth. He told me that he was fucked regularly by the Captain and the Gunnery Officer when they served aboard other ships. He clamed he could take any size cock. My pubic hair was soon pressed against Andy's hairy ass and I began to fuck him with long deep strokes. I had a monumental climax that shot my cum deep into his ass. When I withdrew my cock and my breathing returned to normal Andy told me that I fucked him as good as the Captain!
After I sucked my cum out of his ass, he called the galley and had a mess Steward bring us a tray with our dinner on it. The Steward knew what had been going on, and hung around licking his lips, hoping he would be asked to join in. Chief Luis dismissed the Steward and he left the stateroom disappointed that he didn't get asked to take part in a three-way. Lucas told me he wanted it to be just the two of us for awhile. Later we could get into three and four-ways. Hell the Captain and Gunnery Officer would soon be requesting me to pull duty in their staterooms!
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