Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: In The Navy
Date: 24 Sep 1995 00:18:55 GMT

			     In The Navy

	This story is true. Only the names have been changed to
protect the guilty. My name is Jeff. I am gay. I was a US Naval
Officer in the Medical Corps. This story takes place in the mid 70s
when sex was safe and society was permissive.

	During my residency at Oakland Naval Hospital, I was offered
the chance to join the real navy, and spend a couple of weeks on board
a real Naval vessel. The Captain of our service asked for volunteers
to take this assignment. Of course all of our other residents were
reluctant to accept such an assignment.

	After all, who in their right mind would electively leave San
Francisco during an outrageously beautiful summer. The answer was me.

	Before the bell could toll twice, I had volunteered, had my
orders cut, and was packed and ready to go. The assignment: The USS
Enterprise, CVN-65, a nuclear aircraft carrier. The tour: Sea Trials,
sailing from Alameda California to Pearl Harbor Hawaii, and returning
to North Island in San Diego. It was a dream come true... 6000 men in
a confined space for three weeks. What could possibly be better?

	So with my new High and Tight haircut, I showed up at 0400 at
the docks to report aboard and get my bunk assignment. I was a
Lieutenant, so I expected to be sharing a room with another officer.
However, much to my delight, I was given the stateroom of the officer
who was off the ship, and in whose place I was working. It was a
private room, complete with TV, telephone, and private head and
shower. This was a luxury unheard of for an officer of my rank.

	I would be one of three physicians on board. There was the
ship's surgeon, the flight physician with the air wing on board, and
myself... a resident in a medical sub-specialty, and General Medical
Officer. After I had unpacked I went down to sick bay to meet my ten
corpsmen. Though I would have been hard pressed to kick any of them
out of bed, I was really attracted to two in particular. They were
real "face men" and very interested in demonstrating their medical
proficiency to the new physician. I knew from here on, if nothing
else, I would have some real hunks to view during the voyage in
addition to an infinite number of other men on the ship.

	Thus the cruise began. That day was busy in sick call as it
always is on the first day out. The corpsmen were efficient and
intelligent. It really kept my work to a minimum. I had lots of
chances to chat with the patients and staff. Of course, I could see
patients myself if desired. So when I would look down the corridor and
see all the patients lined up on the bench waiting, I would count down
the patients to a particular interesting one, then go find his chart.
The hours flew by. Before I knew it was time to return to my stateroom
for a rest and lunch.

	When I got to my stateroom, I almost had a cardiac arrest.
What I saw was a US Marine Corporal guarding my stateroom door! What a
super power pack he was. He had a shorter than regulation haircut,
service blues, and you could barely see the eagle tattooed on his
right arm. He had black hair, and incredible hazel eyes. My knees were
shaking as I approached to find out why God had sent me this terrific
present! (It certainly wasn't to search my room. I came on board clean
as a whistle.)

	I approached the door, and as I did, he moved aside with a
crisp "Excuse me sir!" I returned with some nervous reply, having
these very strange butterflies in my stomach, and inquired as to why
he was there. He said he was the Executive Officer's orderly (that
lucky old cuss), and that it was actually his office door that was
being attended. I looked at his name tag. An unusual name: Lexing. I
went into my room, and ripped off my clothes, threw my hand in bed and
jumped in after it. I kept thinking about that Marine just outside my
door and stroking my cock. Soon it was over, and I could cool down a
little. I even took a shower. He was gone when I went to lunch in the
officer's mess.

	After lunch I went back to the sick bay office where they kept
all of the medical records. I found the record of the Marine, and
committed it to memory. His first name was Hank. He had no record of
any sort of ailment, and his shots were current. He was born in
California, and was twenty-two years old. It seemed my first day out I
had a crush.

	That afternoon I returned early to my stateroom. Hank was on
duty, and I bade him a friendly very unofficial "Hi!" He snapped to
attention and saluted! "Hello sir!" was his reply with an emphasis on
the sir! I loved it. The tone of his voice alone turned me on. I went
into the stateroom, and left my door partially open. I changed into
some well worn jeans, sat down at the desk by the door where I could
still see Hank, and started writing some letters. I leaned my chair
back, and asked him if he had a pen I could borrow. He did.

	Then I started in with the small talk. He seemed to be very
comfortable talking to me. I remarked on his tattoo, and told him I
would like to see it sometime. He threw in a number of crisps "sir"s
as he spoke to me. I loved it. I found out he owned a Harley Davidson
Sportster cycle which was his "baby". He also had a gleam in his eye
when he talked about it.

	I frequently talked with Hank, and thought that if this were
my only contact on the trip that would be OK. One day I noticed that
one of the Corpsmen showed an unusually large package when he sat on
one of counter tops. His name was Mike and he was a blue eyed soft
spoken blond. I kept my eyes on him. I always got him to assist me,
and also developed quite a rapport with him. He has been stationed at
Oakland and knew a lot of the people I knew.

	I also dropped a couple of gay names, and he said that he also
knew them. He made no derogatory comments at all. He was a great guy,
and very smart. I took an interest in his medical education. Seems he
had been in the Jesuit Seminary once, but had dropped out and joined
the Navy. A couple of times we would be examining a patient together
when his arm would brush mine, or my hand would touch him. He never
backed away from body contact. I never had the courage to look at him
when this happened.

	One morning on the way to Sick Call, about five days from
Pearl Harbor, I once again scanned the patients waiting to be seen.
Who, to my utter surprise, was there but Hank! He saw me come around
the corner, our eyes met, and we both immediately smiled! I thought
later that this was unusual, but I was sweating too profusely to
notice at the moment. I said "I'll be with you in a moment Corporal."

	Never mind that there were about ten other men in front of him
in the line, he would definitely be next. I hurried into the main sick
bay area and pulled his, by then familiar, medical record. As patients
check in, their chief complaint is noted with the date. Seems like he
had some sort of rash. Simply noted was "complaint of rash".

	I grabbed the chart so none of the corpsmen could get it, and
proceeded to see a few problems that the corpsmen already had pending.
I then called Corporal Hank Lexing into the only private examining
room on the whole ship. I did notice that Mike the corpsman saw us go
into the office. Hank came in, smiled, and offered his hand in a
handshake. My palms were sweating. I was like a nervous bride. I had
to maintain my composure. I shook his hand and returned his smile. He
retained the handshake just a fraction of a second longer than seemed
appropriate. Could he tell that this was not S.O.P for a Medical
officer to actually see a patient directly?

	He said that he had this rash that was really itching. Since
he wore service blues, it was bothering him even more. I asked him
where it was, and he said that it was on his back. Well it was time to
take a look. "Get undressed and let me look at it," I said. That gave
him enough leeway to take off as much as he liked. The first thing to
come off was the smartly pressed khaki shirt with Corporal chevrons.
Underneath was a bright white tight tee shirt revealing a nicely
defined set of pectoral. What I did see for the first time was a great
set of biceps. It was obvious that he lifted weights. My pulse was
racing.

	Then he peeled off his tee shirt, and by that time my cock was
throbbing. What a nice chest. Just a little chest hair over the
sternum. His pectoral development was considerable, but his chest was
still smooth. I saw his raging eagle on his right arm in all its
glory. His dog tags dangled between his pecs. He caught me staring. I
glanced back at his chart and pretended to write. "Nice eagle," I
said.

	Seems like the rash on his back was poison ivy. He has
obviously gotten it by lying down in the woods somewhere. It extended
below his belt line, and looked like it was pretty sore. "OK Hank," I
said, "drop your trousers." He looked over his shoulder and he was
grinning from ear to ear. "What for?" he asked. By this time I was
wringing wet, and I was afraid it would be all over for my aching dick
in my pants. Fortunately my pants were loose and I was dressing up!

	"I have to see how far down it goes." I responded
professionally. He loosened his belt, and dropped his blue pants with
the red "blood stripe" just below his buttocks, hanging on to them
tightly. I peeled down his white briefs, and found that the poison ivy
covered both cheeks. His buns were unbelievably firm and muscular. I
just wanted to caress them. "What in the world were you doing?" I
asked. "Something I shouldn't have been doing," was his response.

	Well this was the opportunity I needed. I said "You are in
pretty bad shape. You need a shot and some hydrocortisone cream. I can
also give you some pills for the itching, but they will make you
sleepy." "That's OK," he said, "I can't sleep at night anyway because
of the itching." "The cream will have to be applied three times a
day." I said.

	He said that he couldn't be away from his post for that long,
and I said that I would put the cream on him in my stateroom in the
morning and evening, and that he could come to sick bay after lunch
for the afternoon treatment. I drew up 100 milligrams of Solu-Medrol,
and told him I was going to give the shot in his hip. He asked me why
not the arm, and I said it would make his butt a little sore, and that
was better than a sore arm. He retorted "Well that all depends." I
just snickered. Could he have read my beads so easily? Maybe it was
the drooling and sweating that gave me away.

	I gave him the shot, and applied the first series of cream
treatments to his back and butt. I wanted to run my fingers between
his cheeks but I resisted. After all, it was our first physical
encounter. I couldn't believe I was touching his skin. I just took my
time. After I was done, he pulled up his pants and turned around. He
then put on his tee shirt ever so slowly and dressed in his khaki
shirt. The belt was fastened and the zipper was up, and I was just
about totally devastated. We made a date for that evening at 1900
hours in my stateroom. Normally it would have required a slip of paper
to be in Officer's Country after hours, but he was a member of MARDET
(the Marine detachment), and could go anywhere on the ship anytime. He
left.

	I literally ran to the head, and slammed the door. In about
five seconds it was over, and I shot my wad right into my hand. I was
just lucky I could get my pants down in time. I didn't know how long I
could go on doing this without making some sort of direct move. It had
to be discreet. Appearances had to be kept up. I could tell with Hank
that the hand on the knee trick would definitely would not work. It
had to be ever so subtle and slow. That was the way he was.

	When I left the head, there was Mike. He said in a very coy
manner "Did you have everything you needed for that Marine?" I wanted
to hide. Obviously he had noticed and was letting me know, but was
being discreet. I said that everything had been there, but he might
leave some Hydrocortisone cream in there because "the Marine" has a
pretty severe rash, and would be by for more applications. His reply
was "Aye aye, sir."

	Then he smiled and left.

	I then walked out in the hallway where there were about twenty
guys waiting for visits. It was then I spied a short sailor with blond
hair and blue eyes. He must not have been more than about five foot
five, but he looked like he was in prime condition, and his haircut
was shorter than regulation, no shitbird here. He couldn't have been
more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and a striker with one
stripe.

	I quickly ran and pulled his record. His name was Tom, and all
that was listed was "Physical." Normally physicals were only conducted
on certain days, because they had to go through a whole process of x-
rays, lab tests, and others. It was easier to process them all at one
time. However, I could be convinced to make an exception. This would
definitely raise eyebrows if any of the corpsmen knew what was going
on, so I had to be discreet about this.

	Tom came into the office, and explained that he wanted a
physical. He had no specific complaints, but was very insistent that
he needed one. That made me wonder what was up. I told him to skip
lunch and meet me back in sick bay at 1215, when no one would be
there. You could bet the place would be deserted when there was no
work to do.

	I was in a dream state all day. It has been a wonderful
morning. I had lunch in the forward officer's mess with some of the
jet jocks. They were a great group. They were all very macho, and also
delighted to have "Doc" dining with them. Little did they know that
Doc would have rather been dining ON them. But Doc had to look forward
to that physical that afternoon.

	I returned to sick bay and Tom was waiting for me. I unlocked
the sick bay door, and invited him in. I locked the door behind me.
Once again I asked him if there had been any specific trouble and this
time he told me. He said he had been having some aching "down there."
I asked him if he meant his penis, and he said no, that it was an
uncomfortable feeling kind of in his rectum.

	I asked him some discreet questions, and he denied all kinds
of sexual activity. In fact, he said, he had been without sex for a
long time. That was my first clue. I suspected a congested prostate,
and looked forward to that part of the exam. I told him to take off
all his clothes, and to sit on the table. He asked me if I meant his
shorts too, and I said he could leave them on... for now.

	I gave him the most thorough physical examination anyone would
ever need. I felt his head with that short blond hair. His teeth were
perfect and white, and his eyes a deep blue. I palpated his chest,
absolutely hairless with rock hard pectorals. I pressed on his
abdomen, and his rectus abdominous muscles were so rigid that I had to
have him bend his knees so I could examine him. By this time my cock
was rock hard again. Here we go again I thought. I didn't know if I
could finish the exam, or have to race off the head, or just shoot my
load in my pants.

	Now came the interesting part. I said "Well it's time to drop
your pants." I don't know what it was, maybe all that rubbing on his
stomach, but by this time he had a semi hard on. He seemed
embarrassed, so I put him at ease. "Don't worry about that." I said,
"I think you have a congested prostate, and it is related to that." He
asked "Are you going to stick your finger up my ass?" I said that it
was part of the exam, but I assured him it wouldn't hurt. I carefully
examined him for herniae, and examined his scrotum, testicles, and
penis. All normal. His semi rigid circumcised cock was about five
inches in that partially erect state. I was impressed. I wanted to
take it in my mouth, and suck on it like it had never been sucked
before. I resisted.

	Next I told him that he would have to bend over. He turned
around and lay across the exam table. I grabbed the KY, and almost
forgot to put on my gloves. (I had done this before usually without
gloves, and with BOTH my hands on someone's shoulders).

	I gloved up and warmed the KY tube in some hot water. I
applied it to my glove. I noticed between his legs that he testicles
were drawing up, and that by now his cock was standing upright because
he was laying on it! I asked him to spread his cheeks, and he obliged.
I put the pad of my right middle finger against his sphincter. The
warm KY allowed my finger to penetrate just ever so slightly. He
lunged forward a bit.

	"Does that hurt?" I asked. He said "No." He seemed short of
breath. I told him to try and relax, and to take some deep breaths.

	He did. I felt the sphincter loosen and I advanced. I
withdrew, applied some more KY, and started again. His asshole was
really tight. I expected that he was a virgin. I had my finger almost
through the sphincter into the rectum and I asked how he was doing. He
said he was doing ok. My finger was in and I touched his prostate. It
was boggy and swollen. He jumped. He said it didn't hurt, so I knew it
wasn't prostatitis. Slowly I massaged it for fluid, moving my finger
gently in and out of his ass.

	After a few seconds I noticed the prostate began to swell
rapidly and I heard a groan from Tom. His sphincter spasmed around my
finger and his prostate shrank. He was coming! He held onto his cheeks
for dear life, and moved back and forth on my finger! He then sighed
and his prostate was once again small and firm. I withdrew my finger.
He just lay there. I wiped his ass off with a warm wash rag.

	He got up and turned around. His cock was a throbbing six
inches and the head was swollen and dripping with cum. "I don't know
what happened," he said. He looked very ashamed. I said "You had an
orgasm and ejaculated... how long have you been without sex?"

	I handed him the rag so he could wipe of his dick, though I
wanted to lick it clean. He said that he had been abstaining because
of his weight lifting. I informed him that was crazy and that he was
just a couple of days away from a real problem: prostatitis. I then
looked on the exam table. There must have been a quarter cup of cum!
That's the most I had ever seen. It was also all over his beautiful
rock hard stomach. Once again I was almost devastated.

	He said that the orgasm had affected his whole body. He said
that he had never had one like that. I said that sometimes having
something up the ass enhanced the feeling, and turned it from a penile
sensation to a body one. By this time, he had wiped off and was just
standing there naked. He seemed strangely at ease with me. He was no
longer ashamed. He evidently felt that we had shared something that he
could not put his finger on. I had felt something I could put my
finger IN!

	I told him to get dressed. He slowly slipped on his white
briefs and I saw his cock and buns disappear into them. They fit him
like a glove. He finished dressing while I told him that he would have
to have to come at least twice a day. He said that it was impossible
to jack off in his bunk because they were all four high with other
sailors in them.

	I told him that for one of them, he could use the head in sick
bay. For the second, I told him he could come to my stateroom, but he
would have to be very discreet. He knew why. He agreed. So it was set.
The sick bay at lunch, and my room at 2300 hours. He left. Once again
I ran to the head and grabbed my cock. Once again a few strokes was
all it took and I was off. I was afraid that I was developing a
premature ejaculation problem. But who could blame me. I was an
unusual circumstance.

	So the day drew to a close. I was exhausted. I had to go back
and take a nap.

	After all, I had two dates for the evening. Hank was to come
by to get cream at 1900, and Tom was to come by and give cream at
2300. Thank God the corridor that my stateroom was on was totally
deserted at night. It was the only quarters on the hall beside the
Executive Officer's office. No one had any reason to walk down that
hallway.

	At 1900 sharp Corporal Lexing appeared. A crisp knock at the
door and I said "Enter." The door opened and Hank came in. He has
evidently been pulling some guard duty, because he was dressed in
Marine Corp Sateens. His olive drab utilities were starched perfectly
and fit him like a glove. His hat was perfect. I had no idea he could
look even hotter than he did in his service blues. He looked very
rugged. My jaw dropped. He noticed and smiled. "Well those utilities
must make your back feel great!" I said. He said that the cream
treatment really helped and the shot must have been kicking in.

	I was wearing my jeans and tee shirt. It helped lower the
barrier between enlisted and officer. It was one of the few places on
the ship where you could really wear your civies. He commented that he
wished he could wear his jeans. I wondered how he would look in tight
jeans. I think I knew. I went over to my cassette player, and selected
"Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd. It was one of my favorite
musical selections and something which I thought he would also like.
"You like Pink Floyd?" he asked. "Very much," I said. His reply was
"All right!"

	I said "OK strip and lay face down on the bed." I had just
realized what I had said, but it was too late. He asked "Is that an
order, Sir?" "No," I replied, "just a request." He smiled, and took
off his utility shirt, cap, tee shirt, and unbuckled his trousers. He
pulled his pants down to his knees, and I got a chance to see him full
front in underwear. He showed a bit of a box but it was nothing to
write home about. Oh well, I though, size isn't everything. His body,
face, buns, and butch demeanor was certainly more than anyone could
ask for.

	He jumped on the "rack" lying face down with his boots on and
his pants around his knees. His underwear still covered his buns. I
got out the cream, and started rubbing. I pulled down his pants so
that they were under his cheeks and rubbed in the cream, in a
massaging motion, almost a caress. By this time it was obvious that we
could joke with each other. We had become friends.

	While I was paying particular attention to his buns he said
"Doc, don't bite off more than you can chew."

	Then he laughed. I said that he had nothing to worry about,
that I could handle just about anything. He then replied "I hope so!"
I was SURE that we were both taking about the same thing, but I just
loved this cat and mouse game. It was intensely erotic.

	After I was done, though I could have spent hours doing it, I
told him he could get dressed. I asked him how his butt felt, and he
said "Massaged... how's yours". I replied "Unmassaged." I told him I
referred to the shot. He said he didn't believe me. I grinned.

	As he stood up he was standing with his back to me, and
directly in front of a full length mirror. He didn't realize that I
could see his goods. He had a perfectly shaped cock, and large balls.
He was very hairy below his belly button, and I was turned on.

	After staring for a minute, I noticed he was taking his time
pulling up his pants.

	Then I noticed he was looking AT me through the mirror. When
we made eye contact in the mirror, he grinned, and finished dressing.
That little sneak! I thought. He had done that for my benefit. How
discreet! I was sweating again. I told him I would see him in the
morning, and he replied that I could count on it. He left. I stripped
and lay on my bed slowly massaging my cock, slowly savoring the past
thirty minutes till once again I came. I took a shower to cool off.

	I then remember that at 2300 Tom would be by for his nightly
orgasm. I went to my locker to prepare for the evening. What would I
need... Albolene cream, towel, wash rag, a few girlie magazines. (I
always bought the old Chic magazine, because it always had naked guys
in it too, and I could get it right off base without the hassle of
finding a dirty bookstore.) I had a lamp on my desk, and I replaced
the garish white bulb with a very dim 25 watt bulb. There was just
enough light to see. Why did I feel like this was a seduction.

	At 2300 Tom showed up. There had been night operations that
night, and since he was a member of the air wing, he showed up in
dirty jeans and red shirt. His hands were covered in grease, and he
was sweating. I was totally turned on. He apologized for being in such
a shape, and I put him at ease. He came in. I checked and the coast
had been clear. He was so hot and sweaty that I wanted to ravage him
on the spot. I resisted.

	I asked him if he wanted to opportunity to take a shower and
he readily accepted. I told him he could use my stuff in the shower
which included some great body shampoo. Without even blinking an eye,
he stripped down right in front of me. The only thing he had left on
were his dog tags. He was just as uninhibited as he had been in the
sick bay earlier that day. Of course, there wasn't a whole lot of room
so there wasn't really any place he could go and undress. Off came
everything even the underwear which he had had on since the morning I
assumed. He went into the head and got in the shower, leaving the door
open. God I wanted to join him in the shower. I knew that it would be
just too little space for us to do anything, even hanky panky.

	He showered for about ten minutes. While he was in the shower,
I took the opportunity to grab his underwear. They were masculinely
scented, and I just wanted to keep them more than anything.

	When he came out he dried off, taking his time. I once again
had time to admire his well developed, short, powerpack body. I asked
him if he wanted to borrow a pair of my underwear, since his were
dirty. He said thanks, and I gave him a clean pair out of my dresser,
and grabbed his and put them in my closet.

	He sat there a few minutes, and we chatted. He said that he
was from Utah and was nineteen years old. He said he didn't have many
friends because they were all into "chasing women". He was a blond
haired, blue eyed Mormon. He had a great innocent personality.

	I said that it was getting late, and time to get down to
business. I asked him if he wanted me to leave. At first he said yes,
then he hesitated, and asked "Do you think you could do what you did
today?" I fell over. Always allow them to make the first move. That's
my cardinal rule. I said "Of course". He got on the bed, still naked,
and by now had a hard on without even touching his cock. I turned off
the overhead light, and turned on the 25 watt on my desk. I went over
to the cassette player and put on a tape of Alan Parson Project, Tales
of Mystery and Imagination. The mood was set. I asked if he wanted any
reading material, and he said "Maybe". I handed him a Chic magazine,
and he was looking through it. His cock was throbbing. I got out the
Albolene cream. I liked it because it was semi water soluble. You
could screw with it in a Jacuzzi or Shower and wash it off later with
soap.

	I noticed that he had closed the magazine and put it on the
floor, and that he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He
asked me how I wanted him to lay, and I told him just like that was
fine. I turned out the 25 watt bulb, and all the light in the room was
the red emergency light from the head. It was bright enough to light
everything, except it all had a red glow. I told him lift his hips and
I put a pillow underneath.

	He started slowing jacking himself off, and I slipped my hand
between his cheeks and greased up his ass hole. He pulled his legs
back to allow me easier access. Slowly I dilated his ass, just like I
had done in the afternoon, but this time without a glove. He was
already moaning. His ass was very tight, and I proceeded slowly. In
and out I gently moved my fingers as he have attention to his
throbbing tight cock. Just as I got my finger completely in him and
touched his prostate he moaned again and shot. His cum hit him all the
way up to his head. I was just about coming in my pants. I took my
finger out, and grabbed a warmed wash cloth, and cleaned him up.

	Then I put the towel over him. He asked if he could just lay
there for a minute and listen to the music. I said sure and said that
I was going to take a shower. I stripped, jumped in and whacked off.
It didn't take very long.

	When I was finished with the shower, he had his (my) clean
underwear on and was in the process of getting dressed.

	He said he had to get back because it was almost midnight, and
that everyone would wonder where in hell he had been. I told him I
would see him in sick bay the next day at noon. I asked him how he
felt, and he said "Doc, I feel great, thanks." He had no idea how I
felt.

	We were about four days out from Honolulu, and I was already
dreaming about having four days off. I just wondered what Tom and
Hank's schedule would be. It would take some juggling because I wanted
both of them. I would start making plans. That night I slept like a
baby, despite the chains being dropped in the hanger bay just about my
quarters. They also disguised any sounds that might be overheard.

	The next morning bright and early Hank arrived. He was there
for more cream treatments. This had become routine by now, and was
accomplished quickly. Besides, this was no time to try to work out the
details of a wished for affair.