A sailor I gave a blowjob to in a naval head ended up spending lots of time at my "Off-Base Quarters," as he put it. He was easy to talk with and filled with sexy tales of his randy adventures. When he found out I wrote erotic stories he became delightfully agreeable to letting me make notes for the following story, which he spun in great, lurid detail. So, once again, I'm not the narrator, the sailor named Doug Jensen is.

The Exec had summoned me to his office aboard ship. "Exec," that's short for Executive Officer, second in command after the Captain. He's the person charged with administration of the personnel functions for the crew, among other things. Being called to his office was extremely rare and it made me very nervous. I was unaware of having done anything to warrant special attention.

Somehow, the Exec seemed almost as nervous as I was as I stood at attention in front of his desk in his clean, bright, but simply furnished small office. I figured he was at least ten years older and a hell of a lot more experienced than I was. I was really wondering what was up.

"Uh... er... Jensen, at ease," he began, hesitantly, staring down at only thing on his desk, my personnel file, "...uh... How long have you been in the Service?"

"A little over one year, Sir," I answered politely, trying to be militarily correct.

"So, would you say that in this one year you've changed much?"

"Oh! Yes, Sir!" I said enthusiastically, "I've learned a lot and have tried to do a good job."

"Umm Hmm," he agreed, nodding his head, glancing only now and them up at me from his seated position. "I guess you've also grown a lot, too. I mean, physically grown. Filled out."

"Yes, Sir. I sure have."

"Do you know how much, Doug?"

I stopped to think, wondering where this was leading, and very surprised that he called me by my first name. After a moment I said, "I've gained about twenty-five pounds, Sir. I've added real muscle to my frame from my daily workout routine, and feel better conditioned than ever before in my life."

"Yes," he said, glancing up quickly at my face, "I'd say your conditioning really shows." I watched his eyes trail down my body and then go back to the file on his desk. But his eyes had clearly lingered, momentarily, studying the contours of my crotch before moving on. It gave me a funny feeling. I didn't know what to make of it, but it caused tingling sensations in my groin.

"One of the other officers mentioned to me that, of all the crew, you appear to have the best physique." His voice was quiet, almost strained with emotion.

I felt my face flush with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. I didn't know what to say.

"He also mentioned that your uniforms all fit you very tightly. Did you have them tailored to fit?" Again, he glanced up quickly at my face, and then did that slow scanning down my body to linger, now even more obviously, at the crotch.

"No, Sir," I responded, "they were all baggy when they were issued to me, but now I've grown into them and they seem to fit perfectly. Don't you think so?"

"Hmm. Yes. Perhaps a little too perfectly..." His voice trailed off.

"Sir?"

"This officer mentioned that he noticed other sailors 'eyeballing' you as you walked by, apparently struck by and admiring the tight fit of your pants over your bu... er... over your buttocks." He seemed hesitant to be talking about this.

"Oh!" I was genuinely surprised. For some time now, I had been well aware of the special feeling I got from wearing my tight-fitting naval uniforms. Dress blues or summer whites, dungarees or Navy-issue swimwear, it didn't matter, I felt a powerful sexuality while wearing any of them. The clothes were tight across the shoulders and through the chest, emphasizing my strong development; they all hugged my ass and made my crotch lift and thrust forward; and the material strained against my large thighs. I enjoyed the feel of the clothes. If some of my buddies stared, that was all right with me. In fact, I had come to be pleased, particularly when ashore, by the admiring glances I got. Especially the admiring glances I got from men. But, while I guess it could be said that I enjoyed strutting my stuff, I had never expected to be asked about it, like this.

"I don't mean to embarrass you," he blurted out suddenly, apologetically, "I just wondered if you were aware of the impact your physique has on some men."

I felt my face redden, again. This time it was from the guilty knowledge that I knew full well how my body attracted "certain" men. I had been propositioned all too often not to know. I had accepted too many of those propositions to be able to act innocent about it, right now, when confronted so unexpectedly, like this. I didn't know what to say. I thought that perhaps he already knew about my fairly easy availability. I didn't think I'd been careless, or reckless, about it, but I had come to enjoy the moments of impassioned bliss I found with admiring strangers.

He watched my expression closely, for the first time really looking directly at me. "You are aware of it, then?" he asked quietly, and making it more a statement than a question.

I nodded, feeling very uncomfortable.

"How does it make you feel?" His voice seemed tense with excitement, again.

"Sir?" I asked.

"Well, does it annoy you? Turn you off? Please you? Make you feel proud?" He paused. "Turn you on?" he added in a half-whisper of apparent deep interest.

"Sometimes it annoys me," I admitted, not realizing how this could be immediately interpreted to mean that sometimes it did not annoy me.

"I see," he said, drawing out the phrase knowingly. Then he smiled sincerely at me for the first time, looking me in the eye.

Something in that look felt very familiar, very intimate. Very revealing about its intent. Very sexual! To my surprise, I felt a surging in my groin. A powerful wave of sexual emotion tore through me as I stood in front of this handsome man.

I looked at him more unguardedly, trying to strip away the layers of military discipline that so separates enlisted men from officers. Trying to rise above the rules that so segregate us. Trying to see clearly that, here, was a well-built, sexy man in his late-twenties apparently trying to show some genuine interest in a nineteen-year-old novice. Perhaps, even, some sexual interest.

"This other officer..." he said and then stopped. He got up and came around the desk, placing himself in front of me and resting his butt against the desktop. He seemed relaxed now. "He wanted me to see if I could find out from you if you'd be willing to meet him ashore, sometime."

"Meet him, Sir?" I asked dumbly.

"Yes, spend a weekend with him at a health resort, a club he goes to. Enjoy some relaxation and fun with him while away from the ship and its crew."

"I see." But I didn't really see. Was this guy trying to arrange a date for me? With another officer? It struck me as unconventional, to say the least. And what was in it for him, I wondered. There had to be something. There always is.

"I'm sure you'd have a great time," he told me.

I must have looked completely puzzled.

"You wouldn't have to do anything you wouldn't want to do," he said trying to be comforting. Somehow, the statement seemed to underscore the sexual nature of the offer.

"What would I..." Now it was my turn to be hesitant. I paused.

"You'd share the same room..." he instructed, pausing.

I nodded.

"...and perhaps..." he paused again, even more tantalizingly, then added quietly, "...even the same bed," His voice was husky.

"Jeez," I said softly.

"That doesn't shock you, does it?" he asked gently.

"I don't know. What do you think of it?" I asked. After all, he was right here in front of me. It was his position that intrigued me, capturing all of my attention. What were his feelings in this?

"I've been his guest at the club, myself," he admitted simply. "I envy you. I know what kind of great time you would be having if you go."

"You've been his guest?" I asked in surprise.

He smiled, nodding.

"You slept in..." I couldn't finish the question.

"...in his bed," he admitted, softly, finishing my sentence.

My mouth dropped open. I felt an even more violent wave of carnal energy surge through my body and focus itself in my groin. I watched his eyes staring at the growing bulge and then, to my surprise, noticed for the first time that his crotch was obviously filling out vigorously, too.

"What did you..." Again, I couldn't bring myself to finish.

"What did I do in bed with him?" he asked with a big grin.

I nodded.

"Well, for one thing, I let him suck my big dick!" With that, he humped his hips forward and upward, exposing his bulging crotch to me for easier viewing. The distension beneath the cloth was obvious. I sucked in my breath.

"Holy Shit!" I whispered tensely.

Emboldened, no doubt, by my apparent lack of revulsion, he added, "And the dick he offered me looked so good, I sucked it, too."

"You sucked his..." I was dumbstruck.

"His giant dick, man. I sucked his giant dick!" He said it boldly, proudly.

My mouth dropped open, again.

"Want me to show you how I did it?" he asked.

"How you did what?" I asked dumbly.

"How I sucked his giant dick, man!"

I only nodded in response, feeling my erection nearly burst the fabric covering it, ready to tear through the material, it was so aroused by his lewd talk and his obvious desire to suck cock.

He knelt down, immediately, saying, "Open up," in husky tones.

I tore open my belt and fly. His hands grabbed my tight dungarees and tugged them down my thick thighs. My hard cock poked out the fly of my skivvies and surged to complete rigidity. I could hardly breath, I was so excited by the thought of the Exec, himself, coming on to me like this, right here in his office.

His eyes opened wide with lust as he stared at the big erection, while he unbuttoned my shirt and practically ripped off my skivvies.

"Oh! Jesus! It's uncut! What a cock!" he sighed. Then, he added, "Man! What great, big balls you've got," in a whisper, smiling up at me. His left hand encircled my tight-skinned scrotum, knowingly caressing it, as his tongue lapped out at the head of my cock.

It was wild! I couldn't believe it. The Exec was going down on me. Sucking my cock! And he was good! He not only knew how to suck cock, he was an expert at it. As good, or better, than the best cocksuckers I'd encountered ashore. Before you could whistle "Dixie," he had me down his throat without gagging and was sucking energetically, working hard to coax a hot load out of me.

There was no way I could hold back. And I didn't want to hold back. I wanted to give him my load. I wanted to reward him for his outstanding effort. My body went as rigid as my cock, my breath sucked in, and as his one hand tugged on my balls and the other pinched a hardened nipple on my chest, I blasted off into sublime orgasm, shooting out thick jolts of sperm which filled him over and over, till I was drained. Finally, I tugged my cock out and staggered a couple steps back, away from his insistent mouth, as the pressures simply became deliciously unbearable.

He grinned up at me and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a gesture that implied great satisfaction. "Man! That was even better than I had hoped!" he sighed.

I just stared down at him, kneeling in front of me like that, awed at what had just happened, yet wondering what he was going to do with that big bulge in his pants.

He stood slowly, running a hand down into his groin, and then, looking into my eyes when I finally looked up, he asked, simply, "Want some?"

When I didn't reply, when I didn't say "No!," he began to unbutton his own fly.

I began to shake with emotion. "Uh... I never..." I started hesitantly, but he ignored my feeble protest.

Out sprang a noble erection, matching mine in size and perfection, quickly followed by a set of enormous balls. His pants slid to the floor, his shirt opened, his hand slid erotically to his chest and he toyed with a stiff nipple. His entire demeanor was saying: Here it is. Take it if you want it. Suck it if you'd like to. No demands. No commands. Just the clear, open invitation to enjoy myself. The decision was my own.

I moved forward and sank to my knees.

"Yes!" he sighed. "Suck it, Sailor!"

The splendor of his cock, its beauty, virility, strength and size, triggered my submission. I wanted to suck this column of masculine perfection. I sucked it into my mouth. Its tastes were clean and manly. Its heat was electrifying. Its power was awesome. I sucked with emotion, trying to duplicate some of the intricacies of cocksucking I had experienced while being sucked off, but nonetheless thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of having his cock in my mouth. It wasn't the first time I'd tried to suck cock, let's be honest, but it was the first time I realized how completely I enjoyed doing it. I realized then that yes I am a cocksucker. So, then and there, I determined to do a good job of it.

"Ooh, you like it, don't you?" he sighed, running a hand through my hair. "You like sucking my cock, don't you, Sailor? Suck that big dick," he instructed. "That's it, suck it, take it into your throat and really go down on it. Suck it! That's it! That's it!" His other hand massaged my shoulder with great affection.

His orgasm, for whatever reason, was much slower building than mine had been. I didn't mind. In fact, I loved it. I made love to his great cock, and sucked as best I could. His randy comments made me realize I was doing it right and that he was enjoying it, too. Pleasing him, bringing him to orgasm, became my entire concern. Nothing else mattered to me. It was exhilarating! It also caused my cock to re-harden. I slid a hand down and felt its tremendous rigidity.

"Yeah," he whispered from above, "jack that big thing, but save the explosion for my mouth!" He wanted me to come a second time. It made me suck cock even more diligently. I got good at it, I could tell.

His hips began jabbing at me. His cock was in to the hilt. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and held on tight, saying, "Oh, Man! Here it is! Take my load! Uh! Uh!" And he began spraying rich strings of thick syrup into me. It was spectacular! Really, it was the first time I had so completely enjoyed sucking a cock. I eagerly drank down his hefty load of cum, swallowing the viscous fluids with a sense of great relish. I knew he really liked it, too. I felt I was really doing it right. I knew I wanted his load. And then I knew I would always want MORE! More cock! More cum!

With a final shudder of pleasure, he pulled back, put both hands under my arms, and raised me up. Without a word, he sank back down and sucked my cock into his hot mouth. Well, something about sucking him off and getting his sizzling hot load of jizz had put me right back up at the pinnacle of readiness, and, I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it, I blasted off into him as forcefully as the first time. And, somehow, it even felt better than that first orgasm. And this time his hands roughly massaged my meaty, firm buttocks as I humped cock into him. It was great!

With the act done, I half expected to be dismissed with the same embarrassed, downcast glances I'd gotten from a few of the other cocksuckers I'd been with, who seemed ashamed of what they had just done no matter how much we had both obviously enjoyed it. But the Exec was all smiles and very chatty as he drew me over to his private sink and cleaned both of us up. We straightened up our clothes. Then, with a flourish he wrote up a weekend, three-day pass starting that coming Friday, and handed me a pre-printed note detailing how to find the resort. His attitude was upbeat and encouraging. I expected I'd find that he would be the officer who's bed I would be sharing, and I looked forward to it!

"Go directly to Suite 18 when you get there," he instructed. "And have fun!" he added with a grin.

* * * * *

I felt both nervous and excited as I knocked on the door. Suite 18 turned out to be one of the private cottages at the large resort. One of the off-the-beaten-track cottages, hidden amongst a labyrinth of paths and bushes, and very private. I expected to see the Exec open the door after I knocked.

The young man who opened the door packed a real wallop. He was dressed only in a pair of navy-issue, khaki-colored, short gym-shorts, nothing else, which gave me the initial impression that he was nude. He was my height and although he looked no older than I did, I figured he had to be at least twenty-three or twenty-four. He was in terrific physical condition and was exceptionally handsome. I was surprised that I didn't recognize him. I had assumed I would be meeting someone from aboard our ship, but I was sure I had never seen this guy before.

"Doug!" he called out enthusiastically, "Com'on in." And he grabbed my arm up by the shoulder and guided me quickly into an attractive, large sitting room as he closed and locked the door behind us. The touch of his hand was bold and confident and he treated me like he had known me all my life. His hand slid around my back and he hugged me, saying, "I'm so glad you decided to come."

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Carl really raved about you," he told me, taking my overnight bag from my hand and stepping away from me. He looked me up and down, sizing me up. "I see why!" he whispered with a grin.

"But you've seen me before, haven't you!" I asked dumbly.

"No. I'm afraid I haven't. But I trust Carl's good taste." He grinned again and wrapped an arm back around my shoulder, adding, "And he said you taste good!" He laughed as he maneuvered me towards an adjoining room. It was a large bedroom, filled with mirrors, and dominated by a huge king-sized double bed. It was the largest bed I had ever seen and it was stripped down to the bottom sheet, ready for action.

"I was just going to lie down for some rest. Wanna join me?" he asked. The voice was husky with desire. He was wasting no time.

"Uhh... yeah, sure," I responded hesitatingly, "umm... I always like to take a nap at nine o'clock in the morning." I grinned.

He grinned back, raising and lowering his eyebrows, comically. "We don't really have to rest," he advised, dropping my bag at the foot of the bed and boldly starting to unbutton my shirt.

"What's your name?" I asked as I let him do whatever he wanted to do.

"Oh! Carl didn't tell you? It's Paul, but you can call me Ken, if you want." There was a touch of surrealism in hearing the Exec being referred to by first name. And I wondered what rank my host held. He seemed so young.

"Jeez, you've got a nice build," Paul sighed with pleasure as he removed my shirt.

"So do you," I complimented, sincerely.

"Like my body, do you?" he whispered.

I slid a hand onto his waist, delighted by the smooth, firm flesh, the strong tones, the tense responsiveness. "Yeah, I do," I admitted quietly.

"Go ahead," he instructed, "remove my shorts, if you'd like to." He held his arms back and away from his body, permitting me access. I liked his easy ways. This wasn't passion gone berserk; it was honest sexuality. This wasn't a higher rank taking advantage of a lower rank and raping me. I had willingly agreed to spend the weekend with him knowing full well that sex was the major reason for this liaison, so any demure hesitancy on my part would be a silly sham and we both knew it. I didn't feel like a slut because we were both simply strong sexual animals out for some mutual enjoyment. He was better looking, younger and stronger than the Exec, and he was ringing all the right bells and pushing all the right buttons as far as I was concerned. I wanted him.

I popped open the first three buttons on his shorts and then slid the flimsy garment down. He was wearing a white swimmer's jock beneath the shorts. The jock-pouch looked fully packed. As I slid the shorts down, I caught a glimpse of us in a floor-length mirror. His bubble-butt looked perfect, highlighted by the slim straps of the jock. I was awed by the look of it, and once again struck by the impact just seeing a firm, strong ass had on me. I had often wondered just what was it about men's asses that so turned me on. The closest I'd come to one was grabbing some flesh while giving head. And I'd always like the feel of it.

Paul turned and looked at me over his shoulder through the mirror. "You like my ass, don't you," he stated.

I glanced up at him, my face reddening.

"It's okay," he stated calmly, "It's what we're here for - Mutual enjoyment! If you want to stare at my butt, be my guest. I love it!" He grinned.

I smiled back.

"I'm just hoping you'll want to do more than just look," he added.

"Wadda ya mean?" I asked tensely.

"Ever plow a man, before?" he asked.

The question surprised me. It was easy to read my reaction.

He chuckled. "Looks like you're in for some treats this week-end." He ran a hand down lasciviously over a butt-cheek, smiling brazenly at me.

It was like punching me in the stomach. The gesture was so lewd, and so inviting, that I threw an instant hard-on. I grabbed the waistband of the jock and tugged it off, exposing and awesome set of sex tools. His big balls were encased in an almost hairless sac, and his giant, yes giant, cock was engorged to the point of starting on the rise. It looked long and tubular, impressive and inviting.

"Nice cock, huh?" he asked.

I straightened up and looked him in the eye. "You've got a great body!" I sighed.

He smiled and said, "Let's see the rest of yours." And in a flash I was as naked as he was but my cock was already up and rigidly hard.

"Wow!" Paul sighed, "Carl said you had a 'nice' cock. He didn't say you had a 'huge' cock! This is a surprise." And with that his hand slid knowingly onto my cockshaft and he began tugging like an expert. His touch was exquisite. "Man," he sighed, "this is a great cock. I see so few uncut cocks!"

I felt overwhelmingly proud. It seemed strange to have someone like the Exec talking about my sexuality to another man, somehow, but I liked it nonetheless. It seemed like free advertising for my sexual prowess. As I watched his hand moving on my cock I saw that his cock was hardening rapidly. It stretched out, longer and longer, and then longer still, and began to stand. I love watching cock grow and this was an exceptional treat. We had time. We had desire. There would be no distractions, interruptions, urgencies or dangers like there were in the public toilets I had been frequenting, hoping for a good blowjob and maybe getting a nice cock to suck once in a while, too. But here was a cock, just for me, rising in lust for my personal enjoyment. It was the first time in my life that I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I belonged!

My hand slid around the stalwart shaft of Paul's giant cock. What a feeling! It stiffened to extreme rigidity at my touch. It was awesome!

"Let's get up on the bed," Paul whispered lustily. His free hand was roaming my body as we moved. "I want to explore every inch of this fine body," he sighed, and then added, "and I want you to explore every inch of mine."

"Oh, yes," I agreed, climbing onto the bed with him. I was ecstatic, more turned on than ever before in my entire life. I knew that for the first time I could really relax and enjoy myself with a man. Explore my sexuality entirely. No quick jack-off. No fast blowjob. Just the pure luxury of unrestrained sexual enjoyment with a man who was a walking wet dream. I felt incredibly excited.

We slid naturally into an amazing, perfect 69! It produced such prodigious elation that we suddenly came together, spurting heavy loads of cum into each other. I knew then that we were going to have a memorable weekend! And I knew for sure that I was going to get to fuck his amazing ass!

To be continued!

 

Jack Sofelot

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