Sailor Learns the Ropes

            My name is Howard. I am from a small town in West Virginia, and do not want to provide the name because somebody from there may read this. I am not from a very well off family. For a while my Dad had his own plumbing business, but couldn’t manage it well. So he became just a plumber’s helper, earning very little money

            I was anxious to get out of that situation, and decided to join the navy. I was just 17 at the time, but got my parents’ permission. They were probably eager to get me out of the house anyway. That was three months ago. I had to wait a month after enlisting before they called me. In the meantime, I turned 18.

            They sent me to Norfolk navy base, which was the one closest to my hometown. I had never been more than 25 miles from my town, and suddenly I was hundreds of miles away. It was a whole new world.

            I just finished eight weeks of navy boot camp.  I never dreamed that it would be so difficult. But I learned many new things, and my body is much stronger, and more developed. Now some details about myself. I am five feet and nine inches. So I’m not super tall. I once saw a very old movie on TV with an actress named Mae West.  In one scene she asks a cowboy how tall he was. He replied 6 feet and six inches. She said, “forgot about the six feet and let’s discuss the six inches.” Well I’m sure that my dick isn’t nine inches long, but it is larger than normal.  And I am proud of it. I have light brown hair, and the girls say I am very good-looking.  I don’t know whether this is so or not.

            At graduation from boot camp I was given a sailor’s uniform, which made me very happy. As a reward, we were given a leave of 12 hours, and I decided to explore the city of Norfolk, and took a bus to the center. I had never seen such a large city, just on TV. There are many thousands of sailors at my base, I don’t know how many. I hadn’t developed any friendships yet, so I explored the city alone, wearing my new uniform.

            I sure saw lots of sailor bars, and whores were everywhere. Of course I was almost broke, so I couldn’t afford one of them. Once I realized that it was getting late at night, I went to the nearest bus stop to return to base. There was only one other person waiting for a bus, an old lady.

            After a few minutes, a very big foreign-looking car pulled up to the bus stop. I didn’t know what make it was, since I had never seen one like it before. The driver rolled down the window on the passenger side and asked if I wanted a ride back to the base. I asked how much, and he said, “How much for what?”

            I answered, “a ride back to the base.”

            “Oh, I thought you were referring to something else,” he explained. I had no idea what he was talking about. So I hopped into his luxurious car. The driver was a distinguished-looking man, who I thought might be as old as 50. I’m not good at judging ages.

            Then he said, “I thought you were asking how much for me to give you a blow job.” I couldn’t believe my ears. So I asked,

            “You want to give me a blow job?  Nobody ever asked me before.”

            “Yes, I’ll pay you twenty bucks. I’ll eat your frankfurter with relish”

            I had no idea what that meant, but visions of a sugar plum fairy danced in my head. Or as I was later to learn, a sugar daddy. “Sounds OK to me. But where can we go to do it,” I asked.  “I know a nice safe place, don’t worry.”

            On the way I wondered what it would be like to get a blow job. The idea made my cock twitch. We drove for a while, then came to a warehouse district. He stopped the car in front of a gate that blocked a narrow alley. Then, using a remote control, he opened the gate, and once in, closed it behind us. I had no idea what this place was. It made me a little tense. “What if he is a murderer? I’m a goner.”  I thought, “No one will ever know what happened to me.”

            The alley was about a block long, and at the dead end, there was space to turn the car around to head back out. Then he stopped and said, “This is the place.” Being a large car, he was able to push both our seats back, creating a lot of room in the front of the car. The only light was from a dim bulb at the back of a nearby warehouse. But it was enough light for me to watch the action.

            Then he leaned over to me and did a curious thing.  He took out his dentures and put them into the glove compartment. I had no idea why he did that. He said, “let me open those 13 buttons on your pants, sailor. I love to do it.”

            I nodded OK, and as he began to undo the buttons, he was gently squeezing my dick, which made it start to get hard. When he was finished with the buttons, he told me, “Now I’m gonna to pull your pants and shorts down to the floor.”

            Once they were down, out flopped my dick, now fully hard. “Boy, you’re big down there.  I looove it! With that he took my dick in his mouth and slowly went all the way down to the bottom.  I couldn’t believe it. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I don’t know how he did it. But I seemed like I was dreaming a wonderful dream.

            After a bit he came up off my prick and asked, “Do you like it?”

            I replied, “Oh, man, it’s out of this world. You sure know how to do it good.” Never having had a blow job before, I didn’t know that without teeth it is 10 times more fantastic. I only learned this later. Needless to say, I didn’t last more than four minutes, probably coming more than I ever had at one time. He stayed all the way down on my dick until shot all of it down his throat.

            “I guess that you will soon be an ordinary seaman, but your semen is not ordinary, it’s delicious. By the way, my name is Phil.”

            I told him that my name is Howard. Phil said, “I don’t ordinarily do this, but I want to give you my phone number. I really enjoyed it very much. And here is fifty bucks”

            I replied, “That’s OK.  But you know that I am not a free man.  I don’t know when I will get my next leave.”

            “Well, believe it or not, but I have some pull with the navy. I’ll see what I can do. What’s your last name Howard?”

            “It’s House,” I replied. “And here is my ID number for you to note down.” I hoped I wouldn’t get into any trouble by giving him this information. We left the alley, and he dropped me off in front of my base.

To be continued...