Base Change of Command Reveal

I spent six years in the US Navy and experienced only one base change of command. This was special because our ship was a test ship for the new Cracker Jack White uniform. The uniform we were issued was not the one approved. It was cotton and the official one ended up being polyester. We were issued the uniforms a few days prior to the change of command and I just got them back from alterations the day before the inspection. I really didn’t get to try them on until the day of the inspection. I told the alterations lady inseam 34 inches and she took care of it.

A little background information on me: I was 21 years old and 6 feet 2 inches and 172 pounds. I also, like many sailors, freeballed. With most uniforms even whites this was not a problem, the material was thick enough to maintain modesty while being comfortable.

The day of the inspection came, and we were all spit and polished up. The very last thing you do is put on your uniform. Whites wrinkled very easily and did not keep fresh long. I put on my uniform and one of my shipmates looked over at me and said: “you need to put on underwear with those pants.”

I looked down and the pants revealed not only that I was a boy but what religion I was. I headed around to my rack to add underpants and the chief yelled at us to go to the pier. I told him just a minute, but he replied move it. So, I headed to the pier and lined up with the rest of my shipmates.

It took a long time to line up and it was a hot May morning in Charleston. As my luck my division was placed in the first row for our ship. I, being the tallest was on the end. I was the first sailor for our ship while being a test ship for a new uniform. Not to mention my dick was on full view nearly in living color. You could easily see my 70’s pubic hair through the fabric.

Our ship was in the middle of the pack, so we were out there a while when it was our turn. The inspection party included: The Fleet Admiral, the new base captain, the off going base captain, the base Executive officer, our Captain, our Executive Officer, our department head, our division officer, our chief and a base liaison and our ship liaison.

A little more background on me, I have large thighs. Skinny guys in the 70’s had skinny legs. Pants and uniforms were made thin cut pants legs. Most pants have a pouch built in for your package to fit into. It seems these particular pants didn’t have a large enough pouch for me to fit into. I have a long thin dick and large balls. Not anything to write home about but still a nice bulge in jeans.

So, the inspection team were met by our officers right in front of me. The admiral commented it was nice to see the old uniform back. Well, the first sailor he got to inspect was…me. The liaison officers went by and our officer took a second look at my “special package” on display. Then it was the Admiral’s turn.

I have been to many inspections and usually the officer glances at your shoes and haircut and goes on, 3 to 5 seconds per man at most. This time wasn’t the case, for me. The Admiral stopped and looked down at my shoes and his glance was headed up to my uniform and stopped at just below my belt. He called our Commanding officer over and they had a conversation about the uniform and fit. Then he squats down in front of me and looks very closely at my jewels. He reaches in and pulls my pants legs down at the bottom and looks at the effect. I just kept looking forward and he makes another comment to the CO and tells him “very sharp.”

When the inspection was over, and I got back to my ship my division officer told me next time wear underwear.