Pride and Glory

“Hey! Jack! It’s great to see you and that you’re ok” said cheery all-American 18-year-old Chuck, who was tall, handsome, athletic and blonde. He was greeting 18-year-old Jack, who was medium height, thin, brown-haired and plain. Jack worked in the kitchen of the Navy battleship, the USS Buchannan. It was October 1945; the war was over but there was still a tour of duty; they were wearing their white uniforms.  

Chuck and Jack had gone to the same rural Illinois high school and had played on the soft ball team. Chuck was a star pitcher and Jack played left field. They’d been friendly, but Chuck belonged to the cool kids set and Jack was more of a loner. They’d each enlisted after graduating high school. Chuck’s previous battleship, the Revere, had been decommissioned and this was his first day aboard the Buchannan.

“Chuck! Happy you’re still in one piece” said the beaming Jack as he ladled food onto Chuck’s plate on the tray he was carrying. “We’ll have to catch up” said Jack. “Sure.” Chuck walked to a long table, sat and began eating.

“You know that guy?” said a 19-year-old burly dark-haired guy, who was sitting across from Chuck. “I’m Vito.”

“Nice to meet you Vito, I’m Chuck. Yeah, we went to the same high school.”

“He’s a fag, you shouldn’t be friendly with him, guys could get the wrong idea about you. Around here, regular guys and fags don’t mix, except for sucking and fucking.”

“He’s one of those?! No shit! There were some fags on the Revere, good thing too” laughed Chuck. “With months at sea, they kept me from having blue balls. How is he?”

“He’s the best cocksucker on board, and there’s plenty of them around.”

“Really! He seemed pretty normal back in school.”

“Nah, I can always spot a fag, plus word was out on him, he sucked off his bunkmates and they spread the word. I went to the toilet, he followed me in pronto. I was pissing in a urinal; he took the one next to me. He peeked at my cock, he sure liked what he saw. I nodded and pointed to the last stall, he went in. I went into the middle stall. I shoved my cock and balls through the gloryhole. Most guys don’t want to see a fag sucking their cock, they can better think of girls that way and the fag don’t care, they get what they want.”

“I hear you!”

“Fuck! It was definitely not his first-time sucking cock, that was for sure! He did me fast, like a $2 whore, he was chugging down my load in no time. He hangs out in the bathroom stall on B-Level before lights out, he sucks off any cock through the glory hole. Just like the other fags, you can’t go to a bathroom to take a leak without finding one. ”

“Good to know!”

“Also, good to know is that Sundays during movie night, he’s in the pantry taking it up the ass with the other fags from anyone.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, he’s a great fuck, but so are the other fags. Hey, a hole is a hole, they’ll do until shore leave when there’s cunt for sale.”

“True, Vito” laughed Chuck.

Jack couldn’t hear what the laughing Vito and Chuck were saying, but he imagined it had to do with him. Chuck looked out at him, their eyes met across the mess hall, Jack blushed. Of course, Vito was telling Chuck that he was a fag who put out. So what? It was true after all, and Jack had wanted to suck Chuck’s cock in high school but never had the chance due his being too shy.

It all began his first night on board. Jack was given the lower bunk. During the night, each of his two upper bunkmates took turns visiting him in his bed. They each had their cock out, Jack sucked each of them off in darkness, then he went to sleep. In the morning, nothing was said. Later that day, Jack encountered Vito. Vito grinned at him and licked his lips. Jack got the message and followed him to the toilet. It was the first time Jack had seen a gloryhole. Then he saw Vito’s enormous thick fat Italian American uncut cock. Jack gave his first gloryhole blowjob and swallowed Vito’s tangy load. “This toilet needs a fag, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll take up duty here” growled Vito before he left. Jack stayed in the stall on his knees, one by one seven crewman shoved their cock and balls through the gloryhole. Jack sucked and swallowed each one off with gusto. He served his country well.

Jack was assigned mess hall duty and enjoyed serving the men and well as serving Gus, the 25-year-old Greek American cook, who made it clear that sucking his prime cock and getting fucked by him was part of the job. Jack’s first movie night was momentous. Getting to know other fags and getting fucked by numerous crewmen was unbelievable.    

After lunch, Chuck engaged in his shipboard tasks all jazzed up thinking about getting his cock sucked, and then went to dinner in the mess hall. This time when Jack ladled food on his plate, Chuck was silent, Jack understood his place. They weren’t high school friends anymore, to Chuck, Jack was now just another fag, good for two things, his mouth and ass, nothing more. Chuck, Vito and other seamen conversed. Later on, Chuck headed into the bathroom on B-Level. There were four seamen standing around making small talk. The door of the second stall opened, out walked a grinning seaman who winked at the those in line as he left. The next seaman went into the stall, and so it went.

It was Chuck’s turn, his 7.5” cut cock was hard and leaking in anticipation. He entered the stall, undid the buttons of his uniform trousers and proudly slid his throbbing cock and hairy heavy balls through the glory hole. He gasped as he felt Jack electrifying tongue begin to work his manhood over. Jesus Christ, getting his cock sucked was the greatest feeling in the world, thought Chuck. At first he thought of Rita Hayworth, then his mind was flooded with images of Jack in high school. Life sure takes it twists and turns! One day they were playing softball, and now Jack was on his knees in a toilet sucking off anonymous guys. That’s life. Hey, that Jack turned out to be a fag was okay. They were both getting what they wanted, Chuck got relief and Jack got a mouthful of cock to take care of.

When Jack saw that big, beautiful cock and balls thrust through the glory hole, he knew it was Chuck’s. He remembered seeing it in the school locker room and never forgot it. So, he really put his heart and soul into sucking it and licking those meaty balls. He thought of handsome Chuck in his softball uniform confidentially pitching. 

The primal forces of nature were obliged. Chuck blasted his load into Jack’s mouth, buttoned his trousers and left the stall.

There were three guys waiting, including Vito, whose fat thick Italian American cock bulged in his trousers.

“Was I shitting you?” cracked Vito.

“No pal, you sure wasn’t, best head I’ve had in ages. Good night.”

“Glad to hear, take it easy.”

Days of blowjobs went by and it was Sunday night in the rec room. The rickety 16mm projector was showing The Princess and the Pirate, a lame Bob Hope movie on sewn together sheets, clouds of cigarette smoke wafted. During the screening, four guys at a time would leave, when they came back, another group left and returned. There was laughter and chatter that had nothing to do with Bob Hope.

“Ok, let’s go” said Vito to Chuck, they joined two other seamen. They walked down the hallway to the kitchen and into the pantry.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Chuck at the sight before him.

“Hey, I told you!” said Vito.

Spread over mounds of flour sacks with their pants down were four fags, including Jack. Each was yelping while getting fucked up the ass by a seaman. Vito led the way, he stood in front of Jack, he undid his trousers, took his cock and balls out, Jack began sucking him while getting fucked by another guy. Chuck and the other two guys took their cocks out, the other fags were now sucking them. Chuck had seen his fag around, and he was doing a great job of working on his cock.

Vito, Chuck and the two guys walked to the rear with their hard cocks. They each stuck their hands into a bucket, greased up their cocks and began fucking their fags.

Chuck had gotten into the habit fucking fags while on the Revere. Yeah, a girl was better, but friction is friction. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Vito fucking Jack. Damn, Vito had a fine piece of meat on him! Jack bucked his hips back into Vito’s cock, Jack sure loved getting fucked. Soon, Chuck was cumming in his heated-up fag. Vito and the others also were cumming. One by one, the four fucking seamen shot their loads off, pulled out and did themselves up. They all pulled out, wiped their cocks on wash cloths and did themselves up. Jack and the other fags wiped their asses with towels.

Back in the rec room as Bob Hope and Virginia Mayo cavorted around on screen, the seaman smoked cigarettes and passed around a bottle of whiskey, they took slugs from it. There was the camaraderie of real men who’d spent months at sea having gotten the relief they were entitled to.

The week passed with duties and getting sucked off in the toilet regularly, it was Sunday night. Danny Kaye and Virginia Mayo was again carrying on in another lame movie, Wonder Man, that no one gave a shit about. Movie night was really for the men to get their rocks off properly. This time, Chuck got to get sucked by Jack and then fuck him. That was something, with their history. Chuck was really pleased as Jack was a better cocksucker and a fuck then the fag he’d had last week.

Throughout those months, twice a day, Chuck showed up in the mess hall, Jack ladled food onto his plate in silence. Chuck would sit at the table along with Vito and their buddies and carouse. Jack would blankly stare out at the men he regularly pleasured, none of them looked in his direction, it was like he wasn’t there to them.

The Buchannan was docked off Manilla, there was collective excitement as the crew had shore leave, 24 hours of liberty. Chuck, Vito and their pals went off to a highly regarded whorehouse. Jack tagged alone with his pal, Andy, a short thin blonde 18-year-old with a cute face. Andy was another fag who stationed himself in a bathroom stall to suck cock through a glory hole. He also lay on flour sack in the pantry to get fucked on movie nights. That’s where they met each other and bonded over their shared desire to be used by the ship’s crew.

Andy and Jack walked through the crowded steamy streets taking in the wild sights and sounds of Filipino street vendors and raucous U.S. servicemen of the different military branches. They followed a bunch of Army soldiers into Bobby’s, a bar. It was packed with servicemen and gaudily dressed Filipino women walking around.

“Two beers” said Andy to the handsome young Filipino bartender.

“Boys like you would have a better time at this place” said the winking bartender, handing Andy a business card that said “The Red Parrot” with an address.

“Thanks” said Andy. He and Jack walked a few blocks, looking at street signs. They turned down a side street and found The Red Parrot.

Inside, there was a bunch of servicemen drinking and smoking but there was a different vibe, there were no women, instead, there were wispy young Filipino men walking through the space. At a piano was a young Filipino guy playing “At Long Last Love” with a bunch of Americans singing.

Andy got them beers and they stood around. A handsome young U.S. Army corporal came over.

“How are you, sweetie” he said to Andy.

“Pretty good, thanks.”

“Nice to hear” said the corporal as he put his hand on Andy’s ass and groped it. “Come with me, so we can get to know each other better.”

“Sure” smiled Andy, he winked at Jack. Andy followed the corporal out of the bar. Jack stood alone, nervous and excited.

“Your buddy got lucky” chuckled a 21-year-old tall dark-haired Marine. “I’m Tommy.”

“Jack.”

“I’m stationed here, I guess you’re on shore leave.”

“Yes.”

“Well, then we don’t have much time. I know a place we can go.”

Jack followed Tommy out of the bar, they crossed the street to the Washington Inn, a dumpy hotel. Tommy gave money to the Filipino man at the front desk. They walked up a flight of stairs to a room and went in. It was small, had a bed, on the night table next to it was a large jar of Vaseline, a bottle of whiskey and packs of Camels.

Tommy embraced Jack; their hands caressed each other’s bodies through their uniforms. Tommy leaned into kiss Jack. Wow! Their tongues and lips met. Jack was overcome with emotion. Though he’d sucked countless cocks and gotten fucked up the ass many times, he’d never kissed a man before. Instinct took over, he was a good kisser. He was delirious feeling Tommy’s stubble scratch his face and he could smell the vodka on Tommy’s breath. Tommy’s hands were kneading his ass, Jack never felt so alive before.

By silent mutual consent, they began taking their uniforms off. Jack’s eyes widened as he saw Tommy nude. There was his lean muscular hairy body. Jutting forward from between his legs was his large uncut cock, dangling below were two big heavy balls. Jack’s thin firm body was on display, his medium-sized cock was hard, and his appealing ass quivered. Tommy grabbed him by the hand to the bed.

Their mouths and hands devoured each other’s. Jack was stroking Tommy’s pulsating dripping cock and fondling his balls. He was thrilled feeling Tommy’s manhood. Jack felt Tommy’s rough hand massaging the back of his neck. Well! Jack got the message. He opened his mouth wide, extended his head and took Tommy’s cock in. Jack was used to being on his knees in a toilet, sucking his shipmates’ cocks fast to get them off. This was special and Jack appreciated it. He was with a sexy man whom he had a connection with and who had kissed him.

Tommy was sighing and breathing heavy, affectionally patting Jack’s head, “Good boy…” Jack kept slowly sucking, getting Tommy’s big hard cock deep down his throat and savoring it. Jack felt Tommy’s fingers playing with his ass and entering his hole. Tommy soon broke off their making out and rose from the bed. He smeared his cock with Vaseline. He positioned Jack on his back, raised his legs and tenderly began applying Vaseline to Jack’s asshole. He grabbed Jack’s legs, pulling him toward him. He thrust his cock into Jack’s ass with one steady firm thrust, it snapped into place to their mutual delight. Tommy began fucking Jack in earnest.

Jack was sobbing and his eyes shed tears at the sensations he was feeling. He was used to getting fucked from behind on flour sacks, his ship mates' technique was brutal and unfeeling. They sometimes just spat on their cocks and furiously banged away at his hole just to get to their rocks off in him.

Now, a passionate man was making loving to him in a bed with his cock. Jack was soon feeling the awesome situation of his cock spurting off from getting fucked for the first time. Tommy kept fucking him and shortly was grunting and groaning, Jack felt his inner regions awash with Tommy’s cum.

They lay in bed sipping whiskey and smoking Camels, they glowed from their sensational fuck.

“So, Jack what’s up for you after you get out?”

“I guess I’ll go back home.”

“Where’s that?”

“Arthur, Illinois.”

“Nah, I’m from New York, that’s where you should go. Life is better for guys like us there.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kid, try it, look me up…”

They cleaned themselves off from a basin of water and towels and put their uniforms back on.

“Two vodka martinis” said Tommy to the waiter at The Red Parrot. They were seated at a small table in the cabaret room. Onstage, a young Filipino guy was dressed in black tails and a top hat, like Marlene Dietrich. He lip-synched to “Falling in Love Again,” the crowd cheered.

Jack sipped his martini while smoking a Camel. He felt so sophisticated, it was all just like in the movies! They finished their drinks. Tommy handed Jack a piece of paper scribbled with “Thomas Reilly 357 West 45th Street 3FS.” They finished their drinks.

“Well, you should be getting back” said Tommy. They stood and kissed each other goodbye in front of everyone.

“Hey! Jack! Over here!” yelled Andy on the boat taking them back to the Buchannan. Jack made his way past Chuck, Vito and the other crewmen and sat next to Andy. They were two beaming young fags who’d just gotten their asses properly fucked by men of their own kind who appreciated them. They spent the trip recounting their experiences, detailing their men’s cocks and what had happened.

Time went by, Jack regularly took his place in the toilet stall to suck cock through the glory hole and spread his ass during every movie night to get fucked multiple times over flour sacks. He thought of Tommy as his ship mates roughly used him.

Eventually, it was the crew’s last day, they were all being discharged. Jack was alone on his favorite area of the ship, secluded behind a smokestack. He puffed on a Camel and stared out at the sea. He’d just turned 19 and thought of his life.

His classmates made jokes about fags and cocksuckers. He’d known he was that way since he was a boy, but he couldn’t talk about it because it was shameful. He’d try not to obviously stare at his teammate’s cocks, especially Chuck’s when they changed into their softball uniforms in the locker room.

Afternoons after high school, he’d stop off at a gas station bathroom to mess around with men. Stuff like that wasn’t really talked about in town but he’d heard about that gas station. He’d overheard two construction workers talking about getting their cocks sucked there by fags while having lunch once at the Woolworth’s counter. It was where he’d learned to suck cock from the truckers who stopped off there. He’d been so nervous during his first time. A nice older bearded guy put him at ease and on his knees in a stall and patiently allowed Jack to get the hang of sucking cock and swallowing a load. Though Jack never saw that trucker again, he never forgot him or his fine cock. Another time, a trucker talked Jack into coming into his truck. There, in the back, Jack was fucked for the first time over a box of toasters. Having a big hard cock shoved in and out of his ass brought him the greatest happiness, he really knew he was a fag then.   

The Navy had made a man out of him, a man who knew what he was and was happy with it, now that he’d been with Tommy. Jack had written to his parents that he wasn’t coming back home, his mother wished him well.   

“Hey, Jack” Chuck said sheepishly, as he appeared also smoking a cigarette. It was the first time he’d spoken to Jack since that first day at mess hall many months ago. “So, this is it. I’m going back to town to work in my father’s store and get married to Betty, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Nah, Chuck, I’m going to New York…”