Date: Sat, 01 Aug 2009 07:51:57 -0400
From: Dan <dan112@verizon.net>
Subject: NAVY WRESTLING

I met Jerry the day we both checked in to the next duty station. At the
time it was the largest Aircraft Carrier in the Navy fleet. Still in
over-haul she was massive and frightening to see as she perched, what
seemed to me precariously on wooden blocks in dry dock. Her massive hull
made them look like a child's letter blocks.

As I approached the gang way Jerry did as well. Noticing his green Airedale
slashes I nodded a greeting and proceeded up the gang way where we saluted
the Officer of the Deck and requested to go aboard. He scanned our papers,
said permission was granted, and instructed us to report to the intake
personnel on the hanger deck.

As we made our way, we chatted and discovered we were both assigned to the
same division, Catapult and Arresting Gear. Finding your way around a
floating city is a daunting task and we began laughing as we got screwed up
in finding our way to the hanger. Once the paperwork was delivered, the
yeoman made a call and Petty Officer Richards came to fetch us to our
quarters. The living quarters were brand new and smelled of fresh paint. We
were assigned our bunks and began to settle in.

I was on the top bunk with just three feet between me, the overhead and
flight deck above. Jerry's bunk was directly below mine. Our bunks were
located adjacent to the head and gave me ample room to move around in. It
was a space of about twelve feet square with a long writing table and
chairs. The door to the head was at the end of the table. So from my bunk I
could see the showers and toilet cubicles.  The shower area was larger and
probably 20 feet square. Five stall showers and four cubicles.

After settling in we decided to check out the mess deck and grab some
kedunks. As we sat and got to know each other I found myself looking
admiringly at this handsome Italian man. Curley black hair, tanned olive
skin, a pug-ish sort of nose and a smile that seemed to make his eyes
twinkle. Jerry was built well with nice pecs and muscles that showed his
time spent on his High School football team wasn't wasted. He scoffed at me
when I told him I wrestled and played soccer, "Which is the real football,"
I quickly added.

Talking about our families revealed he had a twin brother and that really
made me wonder how there could be two of this cute guy in the world think
what I would love to do with two of him. The thoughts were quickly wiped
away when I realized I was having these damn homosexual thoughts again. My
life to that point had been dating girls, taking them to proms and dances,
and swapping spit at the drive-in, but it just never felt right for me. My
thoughts always went to the last humpy guy I'd seen or who I would love a
tryst in the barn with, that being the barn my cousin and I had a few
encounters in. The last time was when I sucked his dick, he came, I
swallowed, and it completely freaked him out, so, tucking the thoughts away
became second nature to me.  As hard as I tried to suppress the feelings,
they were always there to haunt me, though.  Even the "hellfire and
brimstone" each Sunday did nothing to quell them as I prayed earnestly it
would.

"You look like you work out," Jerry said, bringing me back to the present.

"Not really, its just from working on the farm."

"Wow, a farm? Wish I could have grown up on a farm, life in the city is
boring."

Jerry had grown up in the city about seventy-five miles away from our
farm. To me the city may as well have been in another country.

"Well, farm life has its ups and downs, especially when it interferes with
your social calendar."

"I suppose," he said. "But it has got to be better than cars and exhaust
and people stacked on top of people."

People stacked on top of people? Now there's an interesting thought. Maybe
I need to visit this city place.


Arriving back at quarters, several other ship mates had arrived and Jerry
decided he wanted a shower before the head got too busy. We stood beside
his bunk and began to strip, carefully placing our uniforms in our
lockers. Jerry yanked down his BVD'S just as I turned from my locker and I
got the biggest surprise... he was fucking hung!!! His Italian salami was a
good eight inches of soft dick- meat hanging over the biggest hairiest set
of bull balls I had even seen.

He looked up at me and smiled as he struggled to get the BVD'S off his very
large feet, hopping first on one foot and then the other. I grinned at him
as I watched his dick slap back and forth, whacking each thigh. Finally the
underwear gave up its hold, Jerry stood up and threw them at me.

Now...I grew up with three brothers, and this is something brothers do to
each other. Never have I had a guy, a guy I hardly know, throw his ball
huggers at me.

I caught them in mid air and blushed three shades of red. Shit, I thought,
blushing is only going to give you away. You might as well fall to your
knees and strangle yourself on that piece of meat if you keep acting like
that.

I threw the briefs back at him and he laughed as did I, but there was
something about the moment that electrified the air. His eyes did that damn
twinkle thing and the grin on his face was mischievous. He strode, naked as
the day he was born, flinging a towel over his shoulders, to the showers.
That whole scene would play over and over in my head later while I tried to
sleep, stacked, I mused, just above him.

My dick had plumped.

Now you have to know at this point that you can't hide seven and three
quarter inches of fat plumping prick behind a Navy issue bath towel. Yes I
had measured it. A contest a cousin and I had...which I won, I'll also
add. I counted the tiles on the deck and worked mathematical puzzles till
it was just slightly plump and walked to the showers.

Jerry was lathering up real good by the time I got there and scrubbing his
cock and balls. His cock pointing at me in one hand as I entered was half
hard from the ministrations and his balls were grasped in his other hand as
he mimicked jerking off...which of course he found very funny when he saw
the expression on my face.

"What are you doing!" I asked in shock, suppressing a laugh.

"Just screwing around," he said, laughing his ass off.

I turned toward a shower stall next to his, facing the wall and willed my
dick to stay just as it was... plump, but just slightly.


The days droned on and, as the California weather started to warm, the ship
started taking on its rightful appearance. Each day we were instructed to
watch the sand crabs as they assembled the catapults and arresting gear,
thus familiarizing ourselves with all its components and parts. I was
assigned as petty officer for the number two arresting engine and Jerry for
the number three. The crabs had finished both and we set to the task of
cleaning up the spaces to make them shine.

After work duty, and if we didn't have a watch to stand, we would go onto
base to see a movie. Neither of us was at the legal drinking age, so that
was out of the question.  Besides, I had told Jerry once; Baptists really
frown on alcohol. Sucks for you, was his only comment, which cracked me up.
I'd never heard that expression before.

"Hey let's go over to the base gym and work out in the weight room," Jerry
suggested. So off we went. The gym was huge...bigger than two of our barns
put together. It had a weight room with exercise equipment; an Olympic size
pool, and in one room off to itself were wrestling mats spread out in a
40x40 pattern.

"Now we're talking," I said, as I walked onto the mats and studied the
room.

"You any good at wraslin'?"

"Yep, I think I was, if winning the state championship means anything to
you."

"If you're so good let's do it now."

"I don't know, Jer, I'll probably kick your ass and you'll be real sore
with me."

"No, come on, let's do it," he said, as he started pulling his blue work
shirt and dungarees off. He dropped down to pull off his shoes and socks,
still in his BVD'S. God, there was that package again, just trying to break
free of its confinement.

I plumped, slightly.

I stripped to my Navy issue boxers, which were not flattering, but would
conceal the plumpage well. Jer walked to the center mat and set up his
wrestle stance, standing and crouched over. I started laughing.

"What the fuck!" he yells.

"Down on all fours, Jer."

"Oh."

I kneel and bend over Jer's back, grabbing him in the typical hold, feeling
his hard stomach muscles and the expanse of his biceps.

"Count of three, Jer, and we wrestle, OK?"

"Ok, gotcha."

"1-2-3," and I easily pull Jer to the mat.

Jerry outweighs me by about ten or fifteen pounds, your typical Italian
football jock, beefy but all muscle. He puts up a good fight, wriggling
out, and pounces on me. He has his full body weight on top of me and
spreads his legs to entangle mine.

This guy is strong, I realize, as I try to maneuver out from under him. The
more I twist, the harder he squeezes, grinding his crotch into my ass.

His crotch? My ass?

I plumped. Oh shit, I was plumping. This always happened to me while
wrestling, and to my team mates as well, but this... well, this was
different.

As he lay there, he would grind his crotch into me. And I could feel his
cock expand. He'd grind some more, pushing his now thickening rod into my
ass. Then it was downright hardness. His cock was as hard as a rock and
felt as big as the business end of a baseball bat. By this time my cock was
hard as well and, sneaky bastard that it is, had found its way out of my
boxer fly and was rubbing on the vinyl mat below.

Oh shit, I was gonna blow, I just knew it, if Jer didn't stop wriggling
around on top of me.

"Jer I gotta get up, I can't breathe, man!" I yelled.

"What's the matter pussy, can't take the Jer?"

"Fuck you, asshole, get off!"

I was near hysterics. If I didn't get up, my cock, which hadn't seen any
activity for a least a week, would fire at will. Suddenly the door opened
and the gym attendant walked in.

"Locking up in five minutes, sailors."

Jer got off me, scooted over to his clothes and hurriedly got dressed. I
rolled away from him and also started dressing.

As we were leaving Jer says to me, "Hey Todd, look at that." As he pointed
to a wet spot my leaking dick had left on the mat.

Shit... busted.

"Told you I couldn't breathe, man... I was drooling trying to get air."

I think he bought it.


We didn't look at each other as we walked back to the ship... me staring
off at the bay and he looking at his shoes as if he needed to remember how
to put one foot in front of the other.

"That was fun, Todd," he finally said, breaking the silence.

"I enjoyed it," I said.

"You sure? You seem upset."

"No, no... I'm fine. Just tired I guess, from the long day."

Back in the living quarter we both stripped and took showers. Then we went
to the mess deck for chow. Well, chow if you want to call it that. Funny
thing about the Navy... they buy the best in meats but don't know shit
about how to prepare them.

We watched some TV and then went off to bed... now I was hornier than ever.

Later in the night, probably around midnight, I felt the rack shaking.
Now... you have to realize, to shake the racks, someone has to practically
be doing calisthenics in them.

As the motion continued, a sound became clearer. Hmm, sounds like me while
choking the chicken... that slap, slap, of hand on meatus. Shit! Jer was
jerkin' the gherkin. As I listened, my hand went to my own pickle and
casually teased it. God, I thought to myself, I'd love to see his cock
hard.

There was a light just inside the head... just enough for a midnight stroll
to relieve oneself. I could actually see, if I discreetly looked over the
side of my bunk and down at his. Clasping my hard cock, carefully, I moved
to my side and slowly looked over. As my eyes adjusted I could see the
movement and then I saw his dick. His eyes were closed and his mouth open
as he tried to remain quiet.

My God, he had to use two hands on that monster. No kidding, it was at
least a foot long and as round as a baseball bat. He slowed his pumping and
ran a finger over the head, gathering clear ooze on it, and stuck it in his
mouth. I was in a trance, eyes locked on his prick as this time he squeezed
it from base to tip causing another dollop of his essence to form a large
clear pearl at his pee slit. The same finger as before slipped under the
pearl and glued itself to it. My eyes followed it as he brought the pre-cum
to his lips, but hesitated. Then I saw his eyes were open and he was
looking directly at me, smiling that Cheshire cat grin I'd already grown to
love.

Oh shit! Busted, big time.

The finger that was to go in his mouth was extended up... up to my lips.
When I didn't open them he simply smeared a little on my bottom lip.
Instinctively my tongue slipped out to run along it and just as it did Jer
popped his finger over my tongue and into my maw. My tongue, having a mind
of it's own at this point, curled around his digit and sucked. So over the
top was I with sexual energy, I grabbed his hand before he could withdraw
it and began cleaning his finger, determined to get every slippery spot of
dick dew into my mouth. I chewed and lapped and sucked until he slowly
withdrew. Eyes locked, Jerry started pumping his meat with renewed vigor as
I masturbated myself with the slimy ooze leaking from my dick.

My eyes chased down his body to watch my new Buddy, about to bring himself
to orgasm. He collected more pre-cum and proffered it to me while stroking
his gigantic cock. I sucked his finger as if it were the dick I was
watching being masturbated. His hips rose from the bed, and never taking
his eyes off mine, he spewed cum hitting the bottom of my rack above
him. Three, four, five jets of his Italian spooge went everywhere as I
blasted my shots with a loud groan, over the side of my rack where they
landed on the deck below with a splat, splat, splat. Jer grabbed his BVD'S,
wiped the cum from the floor, winked, smiled, stuffed them under his pillow
and turned on his side to sleep.



Finally out of dry dock and actually floating in the bay, we were on our
way for our shake down cruise. After that we headed to San Diego where we
would gather the stores needed, hook up with the rest of the fleet and
ultimately head to Vietnam. Things between Jer and me had calmed down a bit
after the erotic wrestling match and the mutual jerk off session that it
fueled. We grew closer and soon became inseparable. One day while we were
working, he said he thought of me as a brother and actually choked up
saying it. He could see by my reaction I felt the same way. I was always
careful about saying anything for fear of outing myself... although at the
time I had no idea what that meant. Gay, Homo, and Faggot, were words used
with disdain, and that wasn't me, was it?

While docked in San Diego, we had time to explore the city in the company
of a couple of other ship mates we had befriended. The city was
beautiful. The Zoo the biggest one I'd ever seen. The four of us decided to
get a room at the "Y", since we all had weekend passes. Joe and Glen wanted
to go out bar hopping Saturday night, which left Jer and I on our
own. Remember, we were still under legal drinking age.

We had dinner at a small restaurant near the Y. Jer was his usual goofy
self. I admired him for his upbeat, humorous way, watched his large and
veined hands as he used them to tell whatever story he needed to share. In
retrospect, I had fallen in love with this wonderful man... didn't know it
then, of course. But I knew I wanted to be with him and bed him. As silly
as it sounds, I still hadn't caught on that I was Gay.

Jer picked up the tab, saying he owed me.

"Owe me for what?" I asked, as we both stood at urinals in the restaurant
men's room.

"Oh, I don't know...just for being like a brother and good friend I guess,"
he said, with a sideways glance, shaking his dick before zipping up.

"Thanks Jer, you know I feel the same way."

"Cool," he said, and gave me a quick hug from behind and I felt his plumped
up dick press into me.

My dick plumped, slightly.

It was getting late so we decided to go back to the Y, catch some TV and
sack out. On the way, there was a large wine and beer shop and Jer wanted
to get a bottle of wine to take to the room.

"I don't know Jer," I said, without much enthusiasm. "Besides, they will
want to see your ID."

With that silly grin he said, "I bet they won't even check `cause we're in
uniform."

"I don't know Jer, and what if they do?"

"It's easy, we walk out," he said, laughing. I used to buy my mom and dad
wine all the time at the corner liquor store, and never had a problem."

"Well, this isn't exactly your corner liquor store, Jer"

"Come on," he said, as he dragged me inside.

I didn't even know what kind of wine he bought, but he did it with such
ease the clerk never batted an eye.

Up to this point I had never had any liquor, unless of course you want to
count the time a school mate raided his dad's root cellar and we drank
dandelion wine... which was disgusting and made me ill. Back in the room
and after Jer swiped coffee cups from the Y's dining room, Jer opened the
wine which had a screw cap.

"Um, Jer?" I questioned. "What's cheeantie?"

"It's Chianti, from Italy."

"Oh."

He poured two coffee cups full to the brim, clicked our cups and said,
"Salute." I saluted him and we drank. It tasted a little like wet
cardboard, but this was exciting, as I had never had real Italian wine
before. Jer downed his first cup and poured another for himself and waved
the bottle in front of me.

"Come on Todd, drink up."

"I am Jer, but this stuff isn't like anything I've ever drank."

We settled onto the old beat up chairs, propping our feet on the edge of
the bed. We had two double beds in the room, a writing desk and two chairs.

"What time do you think the other guys will get back?" I asked.

"Probably not until late and after the bars close."

At this point I was feeling tired and a little woozy.  The wine was doing a
number on me.  Jer started undressing, but left his BVD's on.

"That feels better. Nothing like being naked," he said to no one.

I stripped off my uniform and hung it on the back of my chair. Jer went to
the bed and lay down with his shoulders and head resting on the head
board. God, what a sight - looking at him, his well developed chest, flat
stomach with ridges, and arms the size of my legs. He held one arm over his
head so I could see his bicep and hairy arm pit. He flexed his bicep a few
times, grinning at me.

I plumped, not so slightly .  His underwear was doing all it could to
contain the huge cock and balls entrapped in them. He watched me watching
him and his cock pumped up a little more. He scratched and moved his cock
around, trying to get it more comfortable. I rearranged my
just-shy-of-eight-inches as it started growing down my leg.

"Have you ever done anything like that before...you know, the jerk off
thing we did back on the ship?"

"Well, not exactly like that," I said.

"Whadja do?"

"Just fooled around with my cousin a couple of times in the barn, you know,
kid stuff."

"My brother and I fooled around all the time," he said

"You did!"

"Yep, and it was great. What did you and your cousin do, Todd?"

"Oh, you know, wankin' off and stuff."

I wasn't about to tell him about the blow job, since I was sure it would
have him running out of the Y the same way my cousin freaked out on me. Jer
just lay there though, pushing on his cock through his drawers, and it was
getting very pronounced beneath the cotton covering.

"I gotta wank it Todd. I'm so damn horny," he said.

"Go ahead, I'll go out if you want to have some privacy."

"No, stay here, don't go! I see you have a problem there as well," He
gestured to my dick, which had peeked its head from the leg of my
boxers. Pre-cum had pooled on my chair. He patted the bed next to him and
asked me to come over. I stood, and pre-cum dripped down my leg and my
boxers tented in front of me. His jockeys gave up the fight as his dick
nudged and peeked its enormous head out of the waistband and traveled past
his belly button.

"Jesus, Jer," was all I could say as I sat cross legged beside him. "That
damn thing is gigantic!"

"My brother Tony used to touch it and jerk it for me. Wanna touch it?"

"No, you, um, you go ahead if you want."

I wanted to just put my lips around that fat plum and suck. The wine had
gone to my head. Well, both of them actually. My thoughts were getting
bolder, and the things I had fantasized doing to his dick could become a
reality if I could act on them, let them quell the desire I had built up
there.

He hooked his waistband under his balls and I stared at the biggest prick I
had ever seen.  Up close and personal and with a lot more light this cock
was unbelievable. Pre-cum leaked from his piss slit as the waistband put a
tourniquet under his balls and pressed on the perineum. He took my hand and
pulled it to his cock, saying it was ok.

I grasped his cock... well almost. It was so big in circumference, my hand,
which is large in its own right, couldn't reach finger tip to hand
heel. Another half a hand and that would do it. The length when hard, I
found later, was twelve and a half beautiful inches. When really aroused,
he had told me his cock looked mean and reached that length. The veins
popping out around the length did make it look beastly, and the cord that
runs under his dick was two inches. The head was, well, like I said, a
plum, a very large purple plum. His dick was dark red and showed his need
to expel the juices boiling in his loins.

Jer lifted his butt and pushed the underwear down to his calves and then,
hooking a toe in them, slid them the rest of the way off.

"Come on Todd, take yours off!"

I spun around on my butt and stood next to the bed to let my boxers fall to
the floor, and in so doing I fell back onto the bed and on top of Jerry. My
face was on his stomach, and his tower of glory rose before my eyes. The
bed spread where I had been sitting was soaked with pre-cum and felt cool
on my leg. Jerry laughed, which bounced my head up and down and inched it
next to the root of his cock. I licked.

Oh shit. I licked?

Realizing what I had just done, I sat up too quickly and my head spun. I
lay down on the pillow next to Jer's and watched the room spin.

"Here's something my brother Tony and I do," he said, as he lowered himself
onto me, pinning my arms above my head.

"Jer stop, I think I'm gonna puke," I said.

"No you won't, just concentrate on what I'm doing."

He then squashed our dicks together as he lay all his weight on me. He
proceeded to make slow grinds, rubbing our leaking pricks together.

"Oh shit, Jer, you're gonna make me blow my load all over you," I panted.

He loosened his grip to my advantage, as I flipped him over and scrambled
on top of him. Well, the match was on as we fought to be the alpha male. My
cock was ready to explode as we slid skin to skin, cock to cock, and cock
to ass trench. At one point I thought he was going to penetrate my virgin
butt when he dug that huge wet salami into my pucker, almost gaining
purchase. I flipped again, but this time he gained the upper hand, as he
forced me on my back, my arms over my head, and jammed his fucking pole
past my balls to run deep toward my ass hole. His cock was so slimed up he
started to hump me... dragging his cock glands with that huge fireman's
helmet past my hole up the perineum to my balls and forcing it back again.

I had never felt anything so wonderful.

My perineum was on fire and my asshole puckered, then relaxed, and opened
as if to say yes, enter here. My cock leaked to give lubrication to the
friction between us. He continued this onslaught until he exploded between
my thighs and flooded my balls and perineum with his scalding hot seed. I
never realized just how hot cum from the source could be. On and on he
humped his dick into me as he grunted and groaned. Then, pulling his still
leaking cum coated dick out, he placed it next to mine and started grinding
it into me.

The thought of having his thick, cum drenched dick next to mine sent me
over the edge as I bucked under him to one of the most gratifying orgasms I
ever had. Cum ran past my asshole, my balls were drenched in it and I added
my own between us covering his cock with my load. He still held my arms
above my head as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I saw past the raw
passion there and into his soul.

Then he kissed me.

The End