All the Ships at Sea

By: Little Dan
(Copyrighted 2004 by the author)
 

  The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent.

Which I am saddened to say can no longer be obtained! (Effective August 14th 2007)

I was serving on a battleship stationed in the Persian Gulf, the USS Pittsburgh. We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.

From the time I was very little, I had always wanted to be a sailor. I guess it was my mother's fault. She's the one who bought me the little blue sailor suit, and the white sailor cap. And everyone kept saying I looked so cute in it. So adorable. I liked the attention. I wanted always to look cute and adorable, and I knew that in order to do that, I would have to wear a sailor suit. So I enlisted.

I loved my real Navy sailor suit. I loved the way the pants so tightly hugged my butt. I liked the slim line of the pants as they followed down my thighs and then flared out into those jazzy bell-bottoms. When I walked down the street in my sailor suit, I knew that all the girls were looking at me. I would pass one and turn around, and sure enough she was looking back at my well defined navy butt molded into perfect shape by my fitted bell-bottoms.

I had enlisted in the Navy the minute I graduated from high school. It was all I had ever wanted to do. There is an unfortunate thing about me that I worried would keep me out of my beloved Navy. From the earliest age I felt different. I can't tell you how. Just not the same as the other boys in my class. And I was never asked to play in their ball games, nor did I want to. Growing up, my best friends were always the girls in my class. I was more comfortable with them.

Then the teen years hit me like dynamite, and I discovered my libido. And that's when I realized why I was different from the other guys. I was not the least bit turned on by Lucille, the girl with the biggest tits in the sixth grade, the way all the other guys were. There was this handsome blonde guy who I knew was very athletic whom I would pass in the halls. I didn't even know his name, but I was madly in love with him. I had a crush.

I created fantasies where I would fall down the stairs and the breath would be knocked out of me, and my hero would come to my aid. He would pick me up in his strong arms and carry me to a couch somewhere and take care of me. I lived for my dreams.

I did have a couple of experiences with a couple of guys in my class. I think they sort of sensed something about me and came on to me, and got me to suck their cocks for them. I liked it a lot. But I was worried. I knew what I was, and what I was would not be welcome in the Navy. And I so wanted to be a sailor. I so wanted to wear a tight blue sailor suit as I had done as a little boy.

I decided to hide my desires. To suppress them. I could do it. I was sure I could. I went downtown and joined up. And I am not sorry even though sometimes I am going crazy with desire and frustration, especially seeing the strong handsome bodies of my shipmates. I am managing it. I will get through this somehow.

There are 100 of us on this battleship. 99 Straight guys and Me. I had to keep my secret. I knew all too well the many instances of gay bashing when straight men have discovered one such as I within their midst.

We were locked up on that vessel day and night. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Tempers were seething. Guys would explode and have fist fights over the least little thing. I knew what it was. They were sexually frustrated. They needed pussy and they were not getting pussy. There was no pussy on the USS Pittsburgh. They needed shore leave. But what was on shore? A society that kept their women guarded behind masks and veils and keys and locks. If a woman were to be violated, her own life would be forfeit. Straight men set the rules of life and death for everyone. And the crime of having sex had become more unforgivable than theft or murder.

But the straight men were the lucky ones. At least they didn't have the torture of seeing desirable naked bodies all over the place. The shower room was a stressful situation for me. The sight of a handsome young guy's cock did not send the other men clawing at the walls in bitter frustration. That only happened to me. Things were getting very tense on the ship.

Last night I was in the shower and I heard a few of the other guys talking all around me. It went something like this:

SAILOR A: Fuck. I'm so fucking horny. I just gotta get me some pussy or I'm gonna kill.

SAILOR B: Yeah. Fuck. I need something to fuck. A nice hot hole. A mouth or a pussy. I need something warm and wet and tight around my stiff dick.

(Well, good. Fuck them. Now they were living the way I was forced to live. Forced celibacy. Never the chance for sexual fulfillment. Fuck them. Let them suffer.)

SAILOR C: Too bad they don't take any of those queer guys. I sure could use one right now.

SAILOR A: You'd let a fag touch your dick?

SAILOR C: You're fucking right I would. I think I'd kiss him right on his faggot lips if he would get down on his knees and suck my cock.

SAILOR A: Yeah. I think I would too. Too bad they don't let them in.

SAILOR B: It's idiots like us that are responsible for this reprehensible policy. 'Oh. Oh. I don't want a faggot sleeping next to me. Oh. Oh. I don't want a faggot in the shower with me looking at my dick. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.' We are a bunch a fucking idiots. What I wouldn't give to have a faggot swinging on my dick right this very minute. (I noticed that he was stroking himself as he talked, and his dick was getting incredibly hard. And it was really long and thick like a cudgel. It was all I could do not to fall on my knees before him and scoop him into my mouth. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I felt that my face was getting red. I turned away and faced the wall.)

SAILOR A: Oh, fuck. All this talk is getting me so fucking horny. Just look at my big hard-on, will you. Oh fuck. I'm gonna jerk it. Any of you guys mind?

SAILOR B: Go ahead. I think I'll jerk also.

SAILOR C: If you run into Captain Hutchins, don't any of you guys tell him that I jerked off in the shower. They'll think I was queer and throw my ass out.

SAILOR B: Throw your ass out? Like send you home. Home where the pussy is. Is that such a terrible fate?

SAILOR C: When you put it like that-----of fuck. Oh fuck. I think I'm gonna come. YEEHOW. YEEHOW. Wow. I just got my nut. Look it's going down the drain right now.

SAILOR B: AAAAAAHHHHHHH. AAAAAHHHHHH. Nice. Nice. I needed that.

SAILOR A: UHHH. UHHH. UHHHH. UHHHH! YES!

I peeked around and saw the cum shoot out of the tip of his dick, clear across the shower room. Spurt after spurt after spurt. Then it fell to the tile floor and mixed with the swirling water and gurgled down the drain. What a terrible waste. All that beautiful cum. Sailor A's. Sailor B's. Sailor C's. All that beautiful cum lost, wasted, swirling down the drain. What a faggot wouldn't have done for that, I thought. I finished my shower and went to my bunk.

I was a little in love with the guy in the bunk next to mine. He was in his early thirties. Strong. Masculine. Military. Kind of a father figure. He had been in the Navy for over ten years. It was his career. He was taller and broader than I was, with a chiseled jaw, and a black buzz-cut. His name was Skip, and I adored him. And he seemed to like me too. I felt so honored that he had made me his friend. I felt so unworthy of this great honor. I followed him around everywhere.

He told me about all the girls back home he had fucked, and how they loved his dick, and how he wished he had some of that stuff right here right now.
I just nodded to everything he said. I never spoke about my own life. How could I?

One day we were in the supply room. Just the two of us. And he was telling me about when he was on the wrestling team in high school, and how he had won the state championship.

"That's so great," I said. I admired him so. I was in awe of this man.

"What about you, Freddy? You never talk about yourself. How come?"

"Oh. My life isn't very interesting. Just high school and enlisting and the Navy and now here. I haven't done anything important or exciting."

"Do you have a girl back home?" he asked me.

"Uh. No," I answered.

"What's the matter guy? You don't like pussy?" He thought he was joking but he hit a raw nerve and suddenly I began to cry.

"What is it, Freddy? Is something wrong? Did I say something?"

"No. No. Just forget it. I'm just having an emotional moment. It will pass." I straightened my shoulders and drew in my breath and tried to control myself.

"No. There's something wrong. Tell me what it is. We're buddies, right? Let me help you."

"You can't help me." And now I was sobbing. He came over and put his arm around my shoulder. We sat down side by side on a crate and he kept rubbing my arm, trying to comfort me.

"Talk to me," he persisted.

"Suppose I told you something that would make you hate me?"

"You can't tell me anything that would make me hate you. We're buddies, right? You're my little pal."

"If I tell you, you have to promise-swear to god-never to tell another person what I told you."

"Okay. Sure. This really sounds serious."

"It is," I assured him and wiped at my tears with my sleeve.

"Trust me," he told me. And then my defenses collapsed. I couldn't keep my secret a moment longer. I knew I would lose my best buddy, who would hate me forever, but he had to know the truth. I had to let it out."

"You just said 'You don't like pussy?' like it was a big joke."

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, it's not a joke. I don't like pussy. I'm gay."

He whistled slowly nodding his head as he was digesting this information.

"So what you're telling me is that you're one of these gay guys?"

"Yes," I told him.

He whistled again. "Wow. That's a bombshell. I never realized. So if you don't like pussy, what do you like? Cock?"

"That's right," I told him. "I like cock. Do you hate me? Do I disgust you? Do you feel contempt for me? Well go ahead. I can't help it. That's the way I am."

"I don't hate you at all," he told me. And then his arm around my back holding my far arm pulled me to him and squeezed me a little to his side. "I just wish I had known. I just wish I had known."

"I'm sorry. How could I tell you? If they found out about me I would be discharged. My life and my feelings are a total secret. Only you know, and you promised you wouldn't tell anyone, remember?

"I know. I know. Don't worry. You can trust me."

"Okay," I said. And now I was feeling a little better. My terrible secret was out, and I hadn't been rejected in revulsion.

"So you like cock?" he asked me with a funny tone in his voice.

"Yes?"

"You like to suck cock?" He had this crazy grin on his face, like he could hardly believe that anyone would really like to suck cock.

"Yes."

"Do you take it up the ass?"

"I haven't done that yet," I said.

"But you might?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

He gave another long slow whistle. His right arm was around me, but his left hand started to touch his pants, and I noticed he had a little bulge that was bulging bigger with each second.

"So you like to suck cock?" he kept repeating. "I have a cock," he told me. "You wanna see it?"

I did, but I didn't want to admit it. He didn't let my silence stop him. He took his arm from around me and moved both hands to his fly, which he zipped down, and drew his tool out into the light of the supply room.

"Look at this dick," he told me. "This dick needs to get sucked. So badly. So badly. Do you like this dick?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Do you think you might wanna suck it for me?"

"It's against the rules," I said nervously. I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

"Fuck the rules," he told me. "This dick wants to get sucked. Do you want to do it for me? I would consider it a favor. I would consider it an act of friendship.

"Well, okay." I gave in to my basest needs and sank to my knees in front of his rigid penis. I licked at it, all around. It had a sweet, masculine, but clean taste. I finally moved the knob to my lips and opened wide, taking it in an inch at a time.

"Oh. That's so great. That's so great," he kept muttering, as I sucked on him. And now he was opening his belt and letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor. Now he was grasping his tennis-ball testicles and holding them out for me to suckle on. The hairs scraped my tongue, but I loved his big balls. He made me suck everywhere. His legs. His asshole. Everywhere. My tongue went wherever he ordered it to go. Finally he put his dick back into my mouth and pushed all the way in. It was hard not to choke, but I wanted him to have what he wanted.

"Oh. That's so great. That's so great," he kept mumbling. "Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck. I'm gonna shoot my fucking load. I'm gonna shoot my fucking load right down your tight hot faggot throat. Take it! Take it!" And then he started bucking his hips, and the tip of his dick was hitting the back wall of my throat, when I felt the gushes pulse out. I drank my buddy's sweet cum and licked my lips.

"Thank you, guy. That was so great. You can't even imagine."

"You won't tell anyone?" I asked again nervously.

"I won't if you don't want me to. But there are a lot of horny sailors aboard this ship. A lot of horny sailors who'd just about give their right arm to have some hot lips wrapped around their stiff dicks?"

"Hot faggot lips?" I asked bitterly.

"Hell, yes," he told me. "Hell, yes. You're making a big mistake keeping this to yourself. A lot of guys would be grateful to the end of their days if you sucked their dicks for them."

That did make sense. I remembered the conversation in the shower. All the things that Sailor A and Sailor B and Sailor C had said. I had wished that I could have revealed myself at that moment, and given them each the pleasure which they so longed for. Was my life about to change forever? Was I going to become the ship faggot? I decided-Yes. I would become the ship faggot. I would make all the sailors happy and myself as well.

"Well maybe if you told a very select couple of people who you were sure would be discreet?" I proposed.

"Done," he said. "Leave it to me. I'll be your manager, so to speak."

Little did I know at that point that he would be taking money to set up the appointments. I don't think that was right. Do you?

We finished up in the storeroom and went on with our daily tasks. It was very hot in that desert climate, so I decided to take a shower around ten o'clock at night. I thought it would help me to sleep better.

I was not alone in the shower. There were other sailors there. Sailors who were hot and who were fretful.

SAILOR D: Fuck. I need sex like crazy. This is not good being confined on this fucking battleship.

SAILOR E: Not good indeed. I need to dip my wick into some smooth wet warm pussy.

SAILOR F: Man. Shut the fuck up. You're getting me hot and horny. Now I've got a fucking hard-on.

SAILOR G: Don't you wish you had someone to take care of it?

SAILOR F: Are you offering to take care of it, sailor?

SAILOR G: Not I. No I'm not. I could use some taking care of myself. See what I mean? And he proudly displayed his virility.

SAILOR D: I sure wish we had a couple of gay guys on this ship. I sure wouldn't say no if they came on to me.

SAILOR E: They can sure wrap their lips around this stiff dick.

And then they all started pulling at themselves. They were looking at each other and stroking their erections. They were all 'straight' guys, but if this wasn't a homoerotic scene, I can't imagine what would be. I just kept soaping myself and watching out of the corner of my eye. I was not stroking. I was gay. I didn't dare.

SAILOR F: Oh fuck. I'm gonna come. Oh fuck. AAAAAGGGHHH.

SAILOR G: Damn. Me tooooooo. Ooooooooooooooo. Aaaaahhhhhh.

SAILOR E: Damn. I'm about to get my nut. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
AAAARRRRRRRRRRR.

SAILOR D: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. WOWWWWIIIEEEEYOW.

I shampooed my hair and stepped under a shower head, and my heart sank in sorrow as I watched all those many jets of cum shooting directionless around the room and falling onto the wet soapy tile floor, where it mixed with the swirling water and was lost forever swooshing down the drain. I could have helped those men. I was such a fucking coward. I hadn't had the nerve to offer. I was a spineless pussy.

I climbed into my bunk and was about to drift off to sleep when I heard Skip rise up from the bunk next to mine. He knelt next to my bunk and whispered in my ear. "The storeroom at 8 p.m. tomorrow. Okay?"

"Yes," I said. I immediately got a hard-on anticipating what might happen the next evening.

Aside from Skip, there were two handsome, muscular sailors waiting for me in the storeroom. I entered the storeroom. Skip motioned for me to lock the door, which I did. I knew both these guys and they were hot. One was Jack, who worked in the engine room, and one was Murphy who was in charge of the missiles. I could see his own missile outlined by the tightness of his bell-bottoms. It was gorgeous. And Jack's bulge was even better.

"Skip here, tells us that you're a gay guy," said Jack. "Is that right or is he putting us on?"

"He's not putting you on," I told him.

"So you would suck our cocks for us?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. I didn't want to sound too eager. I didn't want to sound like an easy slut.

And now Jack was lightly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. Now he was opening his pants. Now he was pushing the clothing down, and that big prick was standing perpendicular to his height and looking at me. I looked back at it.

"When you say 'maybe,' does that mean 'yes?'

"Yes," I admitted. And I sank to my knees in front of him and took him into my mouth.

"Oh, man. Oh, man. This guy is great. This guy is a treasure. Thank you so much, Skip. Thank you for finding us this great gay guy. You have my eternal gratitude. Oh. Yah. Suck it, baby. That's it. That's it. Oh, yah. Wait till you feel this mouth around your dick, Murphy. You're not gonna believe it."

"I'm willing to be convinced," he said, dropping his own bellbottoms and shorts and bringing his monster within near-sighted range of my left eye.

I couldn't resist. He was so hot and needy he was oozing precum. I had to take care of him immediately. I moved my mouth to Murphy's dick and started making love to it.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. He's great. He's great. This guy gives head. Oh. Great. Suck it, faggot. Suck that cock." And then he started slamming it into me, as he held the back of my head in the tight grip of his two hands. He was so masculine. So commanding. I felt I was about to get his nectar---yes-yes-but

"Hey. My turn," said Jack, and he eased me out from between Murphy's hands and moved my face back to his own equipment.

"So sweet. Oh, baby, I think I love you. Suck that cock. Suck it. Oh. Damndamndamn, I'm gonna shoot my hot load into your hot mouth. Suck it out of me. Suck it out of me..Yaaaaaaaaaa." I drank his vanilla milk, and held his dick in my mouth until it started to lose its stiffness. In a flash, Murphy pulled my face back to his own torpedo. I continued my suckjob on Murphy and waited for his torpedo to explode.

"UNNNNNNHHHHUNNNNHHHH. Yeah. Here it comes. Take it. Take it." He exploded in my mouth, and it was nectar. I had been holding on to his strong ass cheeks as I sucked his dick, and now as it softened in my mouth, I regretfully removed my hands and let him step away from me.

"That was so great, Freddy," he told me.

"Yeah. Thanks a million," said Jack. "I really needed that. You're a great shipmate, my lad. Just what we need here now. A great gay shipment.
Great."

I thanked both of them and stood up. I started to reach for the doorknob, when Skip called out.

"Freddy."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" he asked.

"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. You want me to suck you off?"

"Not exactly," he told me.

"Then what?" I was puzzled.

"My dick needs pussy. My dick wants to fuck a tight hot hole. I want to fuck your tight little ass."

"Skip, I told you I've never done that," I protested.

"Well you have to start sometime," he told me. "You're a gay guy, right?"

"Right," I said. I knew he would talk me into it, and I was almost half willing.

"Well gay guys like to get fucked. So let's do it. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. "Whatever you want."

"Take off your pants," he told me. "Oh fuck. Take everything off." I stripped off my clothes with the eyes of three horny straight sailors glued onto me. It was exciting.

"Bend over this crate," Skip instructed me. I stood by the crate and lowered my chest onto it. My ass was high in the air, ready to be plundered.

"I brought some baby oil," he told me, and produced a small bottle from which he began to anoint my ass and also his manspear.

He loosened me up with some fingers until I actually wanted to feel his cock inside of me. And then he placed it in the notch and pushed forward. He slid in on a cushion of baby oil, and we were joined at the hip so to speak.
And then he started to fuck me.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Skip."

"You like dick in your ass, sailor?"

"Yes. I like dick in my ass, sailor. Fuck my tight ass. Fuck me. Fuck me." I was begging for it. I was totally shameless. I could see the other guys getting hot all over again, playing with themselves as Skip slid in and out of me."

"Oh. This is heaven. This is paradise. This is pussy," crowed Skip. "You gotta try this guys. If you've ever loved a pussy, you're gonna love little Freddy's. This is unfuckingbelievable. Oh Yeah. Oh yeah. Take this big cock, you faggot bitch. Take this big cock up your ass. Beg me for my dick, bitch. Beg me for it."

"Fuck my ass, Skip. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel your hot cum shoot deep inside my body."

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! My cock is getting ready to spit. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh. Yeaaaahhhhhhh." And I felt his cock spitting his seed deep into my gastrointestinal track where it would absorb into my own tissues. He was part of me now.

As you probably have guessed, I was fucked immediately after by Jack and then by Murphy. My ass had found its purpose in life. It had become a tunnel for a shuttle train of cock which would forever go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It makes me think of the word shuttlecock, but that is something different.

Little by little, everyone whom I sucked or who fucked me told a couple of other guys. My circle of sexual partners was ever widening. I was now officially the ship faggot. The ship slut. And I had never been so happy. This was what I always wanted my life to be. I was a gay sailor loved by straight sailors.

I could no longer go into the shower and pretend not to notice the homoerotic activity, because it was almost always now directed at me. No longer did all those explosions of stored up sperm swirl wasted down the drain. It was my main protein. My ass was constantly at some sailor's beck and call. I never refused. I was insatiable. I was a slut. I was happy.

Then I got an order to report to Captain Hutchins' office on the top deck. My blood froze. Did he know anything?

I climbed up to the top deck and walked down the passage toward his office. Timidly I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a voice called.

I answered through the door. "Ensign Berle, sir. You wanted to see me."

"Yes. Come in. Come in."

I opened the door and entered. He motioned for me to sit in the chair on the other side of his big wooden desk. I sat there as he continued writing in a notebook. I studied him. He was a handsome older man. Maybe fifty. He had steel grey hair in a military buzz cut, which partially disguised the fact that he had lost a little hair in the front. He had hard sharp straight features. His lips were thin and straight. His nose was thin and straight. And his eyes were this strange sky blue, which should have been a warm color, but they were deadly cold. He had a square chiseled chin. He was so perfect, he looked like he had been drawn as the superhero in a comic book. I admired the wide expanse of his chest beneath all the medals and ribbons. The power of his chest. The power of him. He was like the daddy figure in my wildest dreams. I hoped he did not know that I was the ship gay guy. He was obviously a man who would demand absolute masculinity aboard his vessel. He continued writing in his notebook with his left hand. So he was left-handed. I watched his left hand as he scribbled away. I noted the gold wedding band on the 4th finger. Finally he closed the notebook, and put down the pen and looked straight into my eyes with those cold blue eyes of his.

"I've been hearing some rumors, ensign."

Oh, god. He knew. He knew. How could he not know? Everybody knew. Everybody was fucking me. I was sucking off every cock on the ship by now probably. Oh god. I would be discharged. Discharged in disgrace.

"What rumors, sir?" I asked timidly.

"I have heard a couple of guys mention that you were a gay guy. Is that true?"

I sat there in stunned silence. There was no way I could tell the truth and there was no way I could lie. I mean everybody knew. Everybody. Oh god!

"Yes, sir. It's true. I am gay."


"Well. Well." He picked up his pen and twiddled it as he was thinking, and as he thought he was nodding his head a little, but all the while studying me with those cold eyes.

"You know that it's military policy not to have gay guys in the service, don't you, ensign?"

"Yes, sir. I do know that." And now my heart sank. I was about to get a dishonorable discharge from my beloved Navy. The battleship which had once been hell but had become heaven for me along with all my beloved shipmates was about to be lost to me. I started to cry. "I can't help it, sir. That's the way I am. But I love my country and I love the Navy. I know you think that I am not worthy to serve. I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"You know, ensign. I don't exactly approve of that policy," he told me.

"You don't?"

"No. Not at all. I'm sure there are lots of gay guys who love their country and would be happy to serve in the military if they were allowed. I think it's wrong not to allow them to serve."

"You do?" Maybe things were looking up.

"Of course, generally speaking, sexual activity would not be tolerated on a war ship. Even with gay guys. It's kind of inappropriate behavior. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said. Where was this going?

"But we have kind of a special situation here, don't we. I mean we have a bunch of sailors stuck aboard a battleship in a war zone maybe for years to come. Nobody knows how long. We have exploding passions."

"Yes," I said.

"It's not normal and it's not healthy for a man not to have a proper sexual release, is it?"

"No, sir. It's not." Everything he was saying was making so much sense. He really understood the way of the world. There was not any of that sanctimonious moralizing and condemnation which you would have expected.

"So what I've been thinking is that maybe having a gay guy on the ship is a very good thing. It gives the straight men a chance to expend their sexual energy, so to speak. I mean, if they can relieve their sexual tensions and frustrations, there's less chance of them going crazy. Less fist fights. Less insubordination. We have a happier community. Am I making myself clear?"

"I think so, sir," I told him.

"Good. So now let's clarify everything. You like to suck cock, right?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

"Good. Do you also take it up the ass?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

"Good. Good. Well I want you to know that I appreciate the service you're performing for all the straight sailors on this ship who have not seen their wives or girlfriends for a very long time, and who knows when they will see them again. A man needs to regularly shoot his wad, ensign. That's normal. That's natural. The testicles are constantly manufacturing fresh new sperm, and the older sperm must be cleared out from the body. That's nature's way."

"Yes, sir."

"So you are actually giving nature a helping hand by sucking off your shipmates, and letting them shoot their older sperm into your hot little ass. Am I right?"

"I guess so, sir. Whatever you say, sir."

"I say you are a good patriotic Navy man, and we're proud to have a cooperative gay guy like you on board the USS Pittsburgh."

"You mean, you're not discharging me? I can stay in the Navy?"

"Of course, son. Of course never tell the admirals we had this little talk.
They're not all as broad-minded as I am."

"I understand, sir." I smiled at him. He stood up, so I stood up. He came around the desk and I thought he was going to shake my hand, but he drew me close to him and hugged me in a kind of affectionate fatherly embrace. What a lovely guy, I thought. I immediately fell a little in love with him.

"Good man," he said, releasing me.

"Thank you, sir."

"You know, I also have not seen my wife for a very long time, and may not see her or any other woman again for months or for maybe years."

"Yes," I said. And I knew.

"I also have needs, ensign. I also have older sperm that has to be eliminated from my system. The balls are constantly manufacturing. Constantly manufacturing. The older sperm has to go."

"I understand, sir. Did you want me to suck you off?"

"Yes. That would be a nice start, of course. But what I want to do is fuck a nice tight hot pussy. Do you have such a thing?"

"I think so, sir."

"Well, why don't we find out," he suggested. He started undressing me in the middle of his office, and then he stripped off his own Captain's uniform with all the medals. He was older, but he was slim and trim and in perfect shape, and he had a magnificent penis which was very hard and aching for my attention. I sank to my knees before him and began to suck on him.

"Let's go to the couch," he suggested. "I'm an old guy. I like to sit while I'm getting sucked. Okay?"

"Whatever you say, sir," I said.

He sat on the couch and I crawled on my knees across the room and stationed myself between his thighs. I gave him the full service treatment. Legs, crotch, ass, perineum, balls, shaft-the works. Then I took his dick back into my mouth and sucked on it, all the while making noises of pleasure, to let him know how much I was enjoying it. After a while though he said, "I want to fuck your ass, sailor." He stood up. "Lie on the couch face down." I did as he ordered. He stood looking at my ass for a few minutes, kind of admiring it. Then he took his hands and separated my cheeks. He was just staring at my hole for the longest time. Then he lowered his face and began to spit into my hole. Spit after spit after spit. He worked the saliva into me with his strong fingers and then he crawled over me and straddled my thighs. He pushed his dicktip into my opening, and by now I had been fucked enough so that it was not the least bit distressing. I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted him to plunge it in and sink down on top of me and close his arms around my chest. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his sailor baby.

"What a sweet little hole you have, ensign. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"Yes, sir. Often, sir."

"Well you should be told often. You have a perfect ass. Built for comfort. I have been needing a good fuck for the longest time. You have been sent to me as if as a gift from heaven."

"Thank you, sir."

"Tighten your ass around my dick, sailor. Squeeze my big dick inside your hot hole."

"Yes, sir."

"That's it, sailor. That's perfect." And he began to saw in and out in a steady rhythm as I made the noises a boy makes when he is getting fucked. "What a great ass. What a great ass. Made for fucking? You like my big dick in your hot hole, sailor?"

"Yes, sir. I do. I love your big dick in my hot hole."

"Then fucking say so. I want to hear how much you enjoy my plowing your tight little sailor ass. Let me hear a little appreciation."

"Oh god, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for fucking my ass. I love your big cock inside of me, sir. I love to feel your dick reaming my back passage. Give it to me. Give it to me. I want you to shoot your hot cum deep inside my belly where it will absorb into my tissues and you will become a part of me forever. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little boy."

"Yes, baby. Daddy is fucking his little boy. Daddy is about to shoot his big hot load into his baby's tight little ass. Suck out my older sperm, boy. I need room to make some new sperm. Suck it out with your ass."

I actually got my rectal muscles to suck on his cock as he ravished me.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH," he crowed. It was shooting into me now. The hot insistent rhythmic military spurts. I was cleansing him of his older sperm. It was part of me now. I reached down under me and grabbed my dick. I was so excited feeling his seed pour into me, that I knew I was going to shoot myself. I could have shot without even touching myself, but I was so insanely turned on that I began whacking away at my prick until I had spilled my own older sperm out onto the Captain's couch."

"Good man," said the Captain. And then he kissed me on top of my head. No one had ever kissed me before. I was really in love with this man. The little boy in the sailor suit had finally found his natural father.

Months have passed. We are all still locked up on this battleship. Men without women. Cocks without pussies. But I have kept a lid on things. Passions have not exploded. Sexual frustration has not made the USS Pittsburgh a hellhole. Because on this ship there is a gay guy who sucks the cocks of all the straight sailors. Who lets the straight sailors fuck his ass, and release their frustration and passion along with their older sperm into his thirsty receptacle. They are happy and I am happy. I love all my sailor buddies. Skip, and Jack, and Murphy, and so many, many others. But most of all I love the man who has worked his way into my heart as a daddy. My wonderful Captain Hutchins, who caresses me and fucks me, and yes even kisses my hungry lips as my legs are wrapped around his waist as he is banging me. I am so very happy to be still wearing my sailor suit. And I am so very happy to be always taking it off.

 

Posted: 07/20/07