Date: 1 May 2002 09:49:04 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Paul the Teacher Chapter 2 (Encounters M/M)

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                        Paul the Teacher 2
                       Chief Boatswain Mate
                               By
                              Dave


	In the chronicle of my life in the first chapter I told about
my days in the Navy.  This chapter is about my introduction to
Chief Boatswain Mate Andy Lucas.  You learn in the Navy that
Officers may be responsible for the ship but ships operate
because of Chief's.

	Our ship had just been commissioned, the crew had been
assembled, and the shakedown cruise was about to begin.  I was
assigned to the radar/sonar division, along with other apprentice
seamen.  The crew was mixed with old hands from other ships
and new boots right out of boot camp or specialty schools.

	I was looking forward to new adventures...and I was not
disappointed!  The Combat Information Center (CIC) Division
was made up of Lieutenant Junior Grade (Lt. JG) Acton, five
petty officers (Radarman First Class Rassmussen, Radarman
Second Class Powel, Radarman Third Class Henry, Sonarman
First Class Tompkins, and Sonarman Third Class Howell).  The
rest of us were one seaman and one seaman apprentice
Radarman and Sonarman strikers and two seamen apprentices.

	All the rated personnel were combat experienced on other
destroyers except Henry and Howell.  They loved to regale us
with sea stories.  Some were wildly improbable, of course, but
the ones we liked the most were wildly erotic...both hetero and
homo adventures at sea and ashore.

	On our first working day I found myself assigned to a
work detail to unload stores from the dock and store them below
decks.  Right after breakfast, the ships communication system
came to life with the screeching, three notes of a Boatswain's
pipe and the barked announcement, "All hands assigned to ships
stores party to muster on the fantail."  Along with all the other
seamen and apprentices, I hurried for topside and headed aft to
muster for the work party.

	Out of habit we fell into ranks and rows.  Waiting to
answer up when out name was called to receive our assignment.
In short order I saw the starched tan uniform of a Chief petty
officer striding down the deck in our direction.  When he came
to attention in front of us and barked out, "Attention!" I got a
hard-on.  He was about five-feet ten-inches tall.  His body was
stocky: when he spread his legs in at-eases position, you felt like
nothing could move him.  The combat ribbons on his shirt said
he had seen plenty of action in his career.  The crow on his arm
told us he was a Chief Boatswain Mate.  His graying hair was
almost white and the craggy lines were cut deep into his face.
You could almost believe that he got the lines from standing
topside with salt water pelting his face hour on end.

	He identified himself in a booming voice that he was,
"Chief Boatswain Lucas.  You men are going to unload stores
from the dock and store them below deck for our up-coming
maneuvers.  You will do it as quickly and as quietly as possible.
Anyone shirking duty need not worry about being on report
because your ass will be mine first."  That put the fear of God in
all of the rookies of the party.  He did say, "You may want to
remove your shirts because this is going to be a hot detail.  His
steel blue eyes took in the variety of torsos being exposed like a
butcher selecting the best cut of meat.  I'm sure he noticed that
my Seafarer Dungarees were tented out in front.  I was
envisioning being alone and naked with him.

	As we were selected for different positions in the detail
we were lined up into two lines from the trucks on the dock up
the gang plank across the quarterdeck and down the hatches to
the bowels of the ship.  When the supplies started moving there
was no time to goof around.  All hands were sweating freely in a
few minutes.

	I had deliberately stationed myself close to the CIC hatch,
because Rasmussen had briefed me on how to shanghai some
choice food to be secreted away for CIC's exclusive use.  I was
instructed to commandeer coffee, evaporated milk, peaches,
pears, peanut butter, sugar, and Vienna sausage if possible.
Although the detail was under the watchful eye of the Chief, I
learned how to stow the purloined items in the CIC compartment
fast enough.

	The Chief knew exactly what was going on, but he
respected the age-old custom, and never let on he knew what we
were doing.  We worked all morning, sweating and cursing,
while he watched and encouraged us.  Although he could be
perceived as a slave driver, his cheerful hazing kept our sprites
high, and forged our loyalty and affection for him.

	When the noon mealtime came he shepherded the work
detail to the head of the chow line and insisted that the cooks
feed his men a working sailor's meal.  We were fed fried
chicken and the mess stewards were instructed to keep our
glasses of milk filled.

	We were wise to recognize the importance of our new
relationship with the Chief.  It became apparent to all of us that
next to the Captain and the Executive Officer the Chief
Boatswain Mate on board ship, was next in line of authority in
reality.  Fortunately for our crew, Chief Lucas was honest,
upright, sensitive to the needs of the crew and capable of fierce
loyalty to his men. He was a brash and profane man: when he
dressed down a crewmember for infractions of conduct or
performance of duty it was tinged with regret for the necessity of
doing so.  Each and every day earned him more respect from the
crew and me.

	After our meal we returned to finish unloading the trucks.
I was unloading flats of heavy cases from the dock to the hold,
when a case of canned tuna fell off the flat onto my foot.  It
probably weighed 80 lbs., and resulted in nearly breaking my
foot.  Lucas was watching the operation from the dock at the
time and saw what happened.  He rushed to me, picked me up
bodily, and cradling me in his arms, carried me to sickbay.  As
we threaded our way through the crowded passageways he
assured me I would be fine.  I got a hard-on and was
embarrassed, of course, and at the same time, hoped the Chief
would notice it.

	In sickbay the corpsman quickly got my shoe off and
inspected my foot.  He pronounced that it was not fractured.  He
told me that he was writing a chit excusing me from duty for
three days, and to stay off my foot.  He was sorry there was no
room in sickbay for me to stay there.  The crew quarters for my
Division was full of the detail passing supplies down to the hold.
The Chief came up with the solution.  He simply said that his
stateroom had two bunks in it.  I could spend the three days in
his quarters.

	I had hopes that he would focus on me and make me his
lover. Oh, the naivete of youth.  The Chief carried me to his
stateroom and placed me on the bottom bunk.  I was having all
kinds of fantasies about having sex with Chief Lucas.  As it
turned out my fantasies were mild compared to what happened.

	I had been working hard and I was sweaty and dirty.  I
had grabbed my shirt but had not put it on.  The Chief told me to
sit up and remove my dungarees and skivies.  When I did as
ordered, the Chief wet a washcloth and began giving me a
sponge bath as he forced me to lie back down.

	You can imagine his ministrations further inflamed my
genitalia and soon my cock was standing straight up, while my
balls were throbbing for release.  Lucas seemingly ignored my
condition, and calmly cleaned me up.  When he came to my
cock and balls, he washed them thoroughly.  He even skinned
back my foreskin and polished the knob as a result I was soon
leaking pre-cum.  Only then did he give any indication of his
knowledge of my condition by bringing me to close to a climax
by stroking my shaft.

	I moaned and panted, while he masturbated me, I reached
out and caressed his burgeoning crotch.  He pressed against my
hand, and moaned along with me.  Just after I came gushing all
over myself he told me that he had to get back on deck, but he
would be back soon to finish the job.  Meanwhile, he told me to
relax and get some sleep because you may not get much tonight.
On that promise he departed and I was left alone with a crotch
full of drying cum.

	In my heightened state I scooped up my own cum, and
feasted on it, all the while imagining the joy awaiting me.  I
slept, and enjoyed a dream of the Chief and I entangled in a
naked embrace.  When I awoke, it was to the sound of the
Boatswain's pipe and the announcement to "Clean sweep-down
fore and aft all trash and garbage to the pier.  Liberty
commences immediately for duty sections A, C and D."
Shortly afterwards the Chief returned and asked me how I felt.  I
told him my foot hurt, but if he let me suck him off, I might
forget about how much my foot hurt.   He laughed, and stood
next to the bunks while he leaned down and caressed my body,
brining my cock to full attention.  Then he leaned forward and
said, "You mean suck my cock like this?"  He took my cock
deeply into his warm, wet mouth and traced the head of my cock
under the foreskin with his tongue.  As his head bobbed up and
down he sucked my cock in the classical cocksucker's style.  I
warned him that unless he wanted a mouthful of apprentice
sailor cum, he'd better stop.  Thank God, he ignored me, and
took his first load of cum from me.

	The Chief stripped off his uniform and showed me his
impressive equipment.  He told me that it was getting old but it
was still in working order, and he expected me to keep it milked
every night I was not on duty.  After his shower he returned to
the stateroom with a raging hard-on.

	He asked me if I was hungry?  I told him I was starved!
He locked the cabin door, climbed into the bunk with me and got
into a 69 position.  We sucked each other off and savored each
other's cum.  Then we cuddled up in each other's arms and
sucked each other's tongues for awhile.  I moved down and
started sucking his nipples through the soft mat of graying hair
on his chest.  He moaned and asked me to bite his nipples, while
he fingered my asshole.

	Although we had both had just cum, our playing around
soon had us both oozing pre-cum.  He asked me if I had ever
been fucked?  I told him I had but that I wasn't too crazy about
it.

	He said, "I bet if you let me get my hard cock in your ass,
you'll love it."  I couldn't argue with that and begged him to
fuck me.  He told me, "Fucking young sailor boy's asses is one
of my major pleasures.  He had hoped I would let him fuck me."

	We kissed and I assured him that my body was his to do
with as he pleased.  He had me get up on all fours, and then he
got behind me.  He surprised me by spreading the cheeks of my
ass with his thumbs and riming my asshole with his tongue.  It
had been a long time since I'd had a tongue in my asshole, and I
really got into the wonderful sensations his tongue produced.
All the while he was sucking and tonguing my asshole, I was
moaning and encouraging him.  He reached around and found
my rock-hard cock and gently began to jack me off.  I was in
heaven, and getting well prepared for a deep fucking from my
hero.  He bragged to having a 9 1/2 inch measured cock when he
hard-on.  From the look of it, it would rival a coke can in
circumference.  The fear that I could not get all that meat in my
ass was real!

	He wanted to make sure I understood the possible amount
of pain would possible be involved.  I knew how to take cock in
my ass, although admittedly I had never had one that big.  He
greased my asshole up with a warm lube, and soon he was
inserting the first two fingers of both hands into my asshole.  I
loved the feeling of fullness in my bowel and was about to cum.
He leaned over and kissed me and drove his tongue down my
throat.

	Quickly he lined up his lubed cock up with my wide-open
asshole and began pushing into me.  I knew how necessary it
was to relax my ass to let his cock head enter my sphincter, so I
made like I was about to shit, his big cock popped through my
sphincter and was seated in my throbbing asshole.  There was
some pain but I mostly felt pleasure.  I loved the idea of him
inside me, and the warm feeling of his warm pressure of his
wonderful body resting against my back almost enough to make
me cum.  He began to fuck me slowly with short jabs, followed
by holding perfectly still while, I got use to his invading cocks.
Soon he began slowly short strokes into my bowel.  After awhile
his strokes got loner and deeper as the pace picked up.  I was
begging him to fuck me harder, while he was kissing the back of
my neck and reaching around stroking my cock.  I was in rapture
when his cock swelled and surged all of the continence of his
ball shot deep into my bowel.  I shot my load into his hand
shortly afterwards.  As Chief Andy Luis let me stand my knees
he licked my cum from his hand.  I knew that as long as I was
going to be on this ship I was going to be his lover.

	He pushed me down and sucked his cum out of my ass.
Then I cleaned off his cock and sucked him off again.  All of
this had my cock hard again.  Andy asked me if I wanted to fuck
him? I went wild with anticipation and we exchanged positions
on the bunk.  My cock found his hole and entered without any
noticeable barrier.  It was still tight enough to grip my dick like
a warm mouth.  He told me that he was fucked regularly by the
Captain and the Gunnery Officer when they served aboard other
ships.  He clamed he could take any size cock.  My pubic hair
was soon pressed against Andy's hairy ass and I began to fuck
him with long deep strokes.  I had a monumental climax that
shot my cum deep into his ass.  When I withdrew my cock and
my breathing returned to normal Andy told me that I fucked him
as good as the Captain!

	After I sucked my cum out of his ass, he called the galley
and had a mess Steward bring us a tray with our dinner on it.
The Steward knew what had been going on, and hung around
licking his lips, hoping he would be asked to join in.  Chief Luis
dismissed the Steward and he left the stateroom disappointed
that he didn't get asked to take part in a three-way.  Lucas told
me he wanted it to be just the two of us for awhile.  Later we
could get into three and four-ways.  Hell the Captain and
Gunnery Officer would soon be requesting me to pull duty in
their staterooms!


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