Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 22:08:43 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Bitch of Black Sailors, (gay/interracial, M/MMM?)

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              Bitch of Black Sailors
                       By
                      Wolf

	I was a relative innocent when I joined the
Navy.  I had only two sexual encounters before
joining the US Navy.  The first one took place when
I was just sophomore in high school.  Some of my
friend's insisted that I join them in a run across
Texas border, to have a night in a whore house.  I
was the youngest one in the group of four teenagers.
We were just a bunch of horny Cotton pickers from
Oklahoma.  The oldest member of the group knew of
a cheap Mexican whore house.

	When we arrived the first thing we did was
start drinking beer.  I was a little tipsy by the time
I finished four beers.  The other guys were soon
selecting the whores they were going to fuck.  I was
too shy to do anything.  The woman that selected me
was old in my eyes.  (I suspect that she was in her
early thirties.)  She grabbed me by the belt on my
jeans and dragged me to an upstairs room that only
had a steel cot with a small end table next to it.
The only thing on top of it was a roll of toilet paper.
She was in a hurry to get my pants off.  (Time was
money for her.)  She stripped me of all of my
clothes quickly.  The front of her cheep dress was
held together by a row of large buttons down the
front.  When she unbuttoned her dress, she was
totally naked underneath.  She smelled of a cheap
perfume.  She lay on the cot and pulled me on top of
her.  I had a boner I could not believe.  I fucked her
like mad but no matter how much I sweated over her
body I could not cum.

	When she figured she had wasted enough time
she gave up trying to make the virgin cum.  She got
dressed and left the room.  I got dressed and
eventually joined my friends.  I was too embarrassed
to tell them I had not cum.  I listened to them
bragging about their sexual exploits all the way back
home.

	I lived in a wet county.  (In Oklahoma each
county passed their own laws about the sale of
alcohol.)  When I was a junior in high school I went
to the local cinema to watch a couple of movies.  It
was late by the time I exited the theater.  I was
walking past a small cocktail lounge on the main drag.
A woman came out as I was walking past.  She
started flirting with me right away.  She took my
arm and complemented me about what a nice looking
boy I was.  She was making a big fuss over my blond
curly hair.  She insisted that I come home with her.
She smelled of perfume, alcohol and cigarettes.  She
led me to her cheap apartment; as soon as she
opened the door, my nose was assailed by the stink
of a dipper pail full of shitty and pissy dippers.  I
had not expected her to have children.

	She led me to her bedroom and closed the door
behind us.  She undressed me and herself.  She sat
on her bed and pulled me to her, so that she could
suck my cock.  When she was satisfied that I was as
hard as I could get, she moved onto the bed.  She
propped her back against the headboard, bent her
knees and spread her legs.  She filled her hand with
my curly locks, and pulled me onto the bed between
her legs.  She pulled my head down, forcing me to
put my face in her hairy pussy.

	I could not believe the stink of her pussy.  She
was whipping my head around, forcing me to rub my
face against her pussy.  My face was being covered
in her smelly pussy juice.  I felt sick.  I wanted to
throw up.  When she pulled me up in a position where
she could guide my dick into her pussy, I had gone
soft.  She managed to get it started into her slimy
cunt, and then she wanted to kiss me.  I hated the
stench of her mouth.  She was actually fucking me,
the way she was wiggling around.  I thought I was
not going to be able to cum again.  This woman was
gripping my ass with her hands while she was wiggling
around.  Just when I thought I could not cum she
stuck one of her long slender fingers into my
asshole.  I was shocked but I squirted cum into her.
She wanted to kiss and cuddle afterwards, but I
wanted out of there as quick as possible.  When I
got home I showered to get the stench off of my
body.  I could not even stand the smell of my clothes
after I showered.  I'm sure my mother though I had
a girlfriend when she smelled my clothes before
washing them.

	I joined the Navy as soon as I graduated from
high school.  I was very naive when I joined.  Being
an uneducated country boy I was sent directly to
sea duty on a Ticonderoga class guided missile
cruiser.  They assigned me to the boatswain mates
division.  As a member of the deck gang, if I wasn't
painting I was chipping paint.  When we were at sea
it never ended but work duties and watches kept me
constantly sleep deprived.  I was getting to where I
could fall asleep leaning against a bulkhead.

	The ship I was on was stationed in what used
to be called "Ten Can Alley" in San Diego, California.
The main gate was 32 Street.  You get used the
smell of alga growing on the docks, fuel oil, and
paint.  There was a firefighting school there, so the
smell of burning tires and a mix of oil and gasoline
were common.  I was just out of basic and called a
boot all of the time.

	I got my first weekend pass and couldn't get
off the base fast enough.  I planned on going to
down town San Diego to get a good humbugger, and
see a movie or two.  I had no idea where I was of
course.  Rather that catch a bus outside the main
gate like the rest of the guys I started waking east.
I figured I had plenty of time.  I might as well see
what the area looked like.

	The area was old and rundown.  When I got
passed the storage buildings that had been built
during World War II to sore supplies for the War
effort, I came to old houses that looked just as
scruffy.  There was no grass in the little yards.  If
there was anything on the yards it was delegated
cars.  It was getting late and people were milling
around.  I did notice that most of them were blacks.
I didn't know I was in a black community.

	When I reach a corner where there were some
two story buildings and black guy with a nylon sock
on his head covering his greasy slicked back hair and
smelling of expensive collogue.  He came up to me
and placed his arm around my shoulders and asked,
"Hey sailor, would you like to get some black ass?"

	I thought he was a pimp and telling me he had
some black whores.  I was not that interested in
trying to try my luck with a black woman.  My only
encounters with woman had been less than stellar.

	This guy would not take "no" for an answer he
walked with me as we passed the corner of the
building and pulled me along until I followed him to a
two story apartment building.  It was a seedy
building with narrow halls.  When we entered a door
it was filled with people.  It smelled of cigarette
smoke and booze.  I did see a few dress blue sailor
uniforms.  I hardly noticed that they were all black.
My host hustled me directly into a small bedroom.
He asked me if I would like a beer while I waited.  I
said sure.  The guy closed the door, and I was left in
the small room looking at the cracking and peeling
paint.

	When the door opened a slender black entered
carrying a bottle of beer and a glass.  When I saw
him, at first I thought he was a woman.  He had on
makeup like a woman and he was dressed like a
woman.  He approached me and gave me the glass
and poured me a beer.  He had me sit on the narrow
bed and he sat down next to me.  While I was sipping
my beer he placed one arm around my shoulders and
his other hand on my knee giving it a squeeze.

	I could not believe how quickly my cock came
alive.  The guy was whispering in his best imitation of
a female voice that he just loved sailors.  He pulled
my white hat off of my head and placed it on the
small end table.  He ran his fingers through my blond
hair. It was just starting to grow back after the
buzz cut they gave me in boot camp.  When I looked
at him he kissed me on the mouth.

	I had never been kissed by a man like that
before.  His face was hairless.  I felt him sticking
his tongue into my mouth.  I tried to push him away,
but he clung to me.  While I was trying to pull away
from him, he placed his hand right on the bulge in
the flap of my 13 button dress blue wool uniform.
He squeezed my dick, and I almost climaxed.  I
stopped struggling.

	He told me he just loved sailors in uniform
again.  He helped me pull my jumper over my head.
Then he knelt in front of me and removed my black
oxfords and socks.  He pulled me up by the waist of
my pants so that he could pull the flap down.  He
knew that all he had to do was pull forward on the
corners, and all of the buttons would release.  That
left just the two buttons on the waistband, holding
the pants up.  When they fell all I had on was the
white T-shirt and regulation white boxer shorts.

	I was not used to wearing underwear with an
open fly.  The head of my dick was always sticking
out and rubbing against the wool uniform.  That was
enough to give me a hard-on almost all of the time.
I was excited beyond belief at that moment.  My
dick was sticking through the fly.  The black guy
could not resist taking it into his mouth, while he
unsnapped the underwear, so they fall down my legs.
He was moaning while he took my balls in his hand
and rolled them gently between his fingers.  This guy
brought me right to the edge of coming and then
stopped.

	He said, "We don't want to waist all of that
white boy cum just yet."  He stood up and pulled my
T-shirt over my head.  He was making a fuss about
my body.  He was playing with my nipples and feeling
me up.

	Then he stepped back and removed the bolero
top he had been wearing.  He was flat chested and
very dark.  He unfastened the low rise bell bottom
women's slacks he was wearing and peeled them
down.  He had on sexy pink ladies underwear on.  He
did not have shoes on.  I could see the bulge of his
cock and nut sack in the panties.  The black nappy
pubic hair was visible through the pink panties.

	I didn't relish the idea of him wanting me to
suck his cock for him.  This guy was dancing around
like a stripper, while he rolled his panties down.
When he turned his back to me, I had to admit he
sure had a tight round butt.  He wiggled his ass right
in front of my face while he bent over to step out of
the panties.  He cupped his crotch when he turned
around and then showed me his package.  His cock
was not all that long but it was much larger at the
base and tapered towards the end.  He was un-cut
but the foreskin didn't cover all of the head.  The
head looked almost as pink as my own knob.  The
scrotum was very black and winkled.  There were
wiry hairs on it.  As I had seen the pubic hair looked
like ringlets of tightly wound black watch springs.  I
did find the sight of his sexual organ fascinating.
He placed his hand on it in such a way that his dick
was sticking between his first two fingers.  He was
waggling it back and forth, up and down right in
front of my face.  I thought he was going to shove
his cock right into my face.  Apparently he had
other ideas though.  He knelt by the bed and laid
face down across the bed.  He looked at me and said,
"Well big boy are you going to fuck me or not?"

	I could not believe it when he reached back and
spread his black ass.  His asshole was gapping open.
I assumed my place behind him and spit in my hand
and wiped it all over the shaft of my cock, before
sticking it in the guy's asshole.  I started fucking
him.  I was really starting to enjoy fucking my first
asshole, when the door opened.

	When I looked over my shoulder there was
another black man standing in the open doorway.  He
was almost as tall as the door opening.  What really
caught my eye was that he was totally naked, and
had a very impressive dick dangling between his legs.
The thing was a monster.  It was darker than the
rest of his body.  It didn't look like it belonged on
him.  His scrotum was hanging down and the left nut
hung lower than the right on.  He must have shaved
his pubic hair off.  He was a darker color than the
first guy.

	I thought I was in trouble.  I thought I was
going to get beaten up for fucking his boyfriend.  I
was about to pull my dick out of his ass, when the
queen reached back and grasped my ass.  He pulled
me back against his ass.

	I could not take my eyes off of the tall man as
he entered the room.  I watched, as he pulled out a
bottle of some sort of lubricant from the night
stand.  I knew right away he was going to fuck my
ass.  I wanted to plead with him not to do that, but
I was so frightened that I could not say anything.

	The guy stood behind me, trapping me between
his legs while he greased up his dick.  Then he stuck
two greasy fingers up my asshole.  I was sweating in
cold terrier by that time.  I was very frightened.

	The guy squatted over my hips and guided his
dick to my asshole.  I could not believe how much it
hurt when his cock entered my asshole.  I was
moaning and pleading with him to pull it out.  I could
not care less if anyone heard me.  My noise drew the
attention of the other people there.  They were
gathered at the door offering their encouragement
with comments like; fuck that white boy's ass
Gilbert.

	Every time he thrust his cock into my ass, my
own cock was being shoved deep into the black
queen's ass.  It was wild I was fucking an ass while
my ass was being fucked.  I could not believe it when
I shot my load of cum in the ass of the queen.  The
other guy fucked me for awhile longer before he
shot his load in my ass.  When he stood up I saw cum
dripping from his dick.

	I was relieved that it was over.  I was not
ready to move because when I tried to move my
asshole hurt even more.  While I was resting a line
formed behind me.  Before I could make a move
another guy was stuffing his cock up my ass.  My
queen was treated to another fucking by my soft
dick.  By the time the fourth guy was fucking my ass
I felt my dick get hard and squirt cum in the queen's
ass again.  I lost count of the number of black men
that fucked my ass.  Lubricant was unnecessary
because cum was dripping from my ass and running
down my legs.  At the time I feared that it was my
blood.

	When they finished they gave me something to
drink and I went to sleep on the bed.  In the morning
the queen bathed me and fed me.  I wanted to get
dressed but was told that there was no need to get
dressed.  When I retrieved my white boxer shorts,
that big man appeared.  He slapped my face and
pulled the shorts from my hand.

	Another black man came into the room and he
looked familiar, but I was looking mostly at his naked
body.  He had the build of a boxer, all lean sinewy
muscles.  The cock was no bigger than my own.  I
was still impressed with his package.  This man took
me by my balls and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
He rested my heels on his shoulders and guided that
cock towards my ass.  He entered me without
greasing me up.  It hurt like hell.  I bit my lower lip
to keep from saying anything.  When he squirted his
cum in my ass he kissed me on the mouth.  I didn't
resist when he stuffed his tongue in my mouth.

	I didn't get dressed the rest of the weekend.
There were black men coming and going the whole
weekend.  I was sucking cocks and getting fucked so
much that I was beginning to think that my asshole
would never close.  I had mental pictures of shit just
flowing from my ass without warning for the rest of
my life.  I was bathed and dressed in time to make it
back to my ship in time to get some sleep before
morning muster.

	The next morning my ass was still sore when I
made my way topside for morning muster.  I was in
my working dungarees.  I was wondering if my
shipmates could tell what had happened to that
weekend.  After the morning muster the daily report
was read, and we were dismissed to swab down the
deck before we were dismissed to our regular duty
stations to work.

	I was walking past the storekeeper division
when I saw the Master Chief of the division.  I
recognized him as the man that had fucked me
Saturday morning.  I had known he looked familiar
but had not recognized him in civvies.  He was a tall
black man.  He was dressed in his kaki working
uniform.  When he saw me he smiled at me.  I knew
he recognized me.  I was sweating bullets because he
could bring me up on charges for being a queer.  It
would be my word against his.  I knew I would lose.

	I tried to avoid him the rest of the day.  I sure
didn't want to have to talk to him.  That night was
my duty night and I had the graveyard watch as
messenger of the watch.  It was not until I reported
to the quarterdeck in my undressed blues to relieve
the mid-watch did I find out that storekeeper chief
had the duty as the noncommissioned officer of the
watch.

	I dreaded having to talk to him for four hours.
The officer of the deck that night was a lieutenant
JG.  The chief sent me to the mess to bring back a
fresh pot of coffee.  When I returned with the
coffee and rinsed out the coffee mugs and filled
their mugs with fresh coffee.  We settled down to
standing the watch.  After all of the crew that had
Cinderella liberty had returned, the chief suggested
to the officer that he might want to turn in.  He
would call him if he was needed.  The JG thanks the
chief and went below.

	It was quiet there were long periods of time
between anyone returned to the ship.  The
noncommissioned officers drifted back about a half
hour after all of the bars closed.  That meant that
we were alone for at least an hour before we would
be relieved by the morning watch.  That was when
the Chief acknowledged that he recognized me.

	He was sipping his third cup of coffee when he
looked over the top of the mug when he said, "Did
you enjoy the party last weekend?"

	I didn't know what to say.  He followed that
question with a proposal.  If you want out of the
deck force I can get you in my division.  That
sounded like light duty.  I asked him if he really
wanted me in his division.  He assured me that he
would love to have me in his division.  He added that
he would allow me to sleep in the air-conditioned
store room with him.  He emphasized what that
meant by squeezing my ass.

	I got the picture.  He wanted me to be his sea
pussy.  That was a shock to me.  How could he keep
others from suspecting that I was his bitch?  The
Navy was still handing out bad conduct discharges to
sailors caught in homosexual acts.  When I naively
asked him about that, he just laughed.  "Let me
worry about that son!"

	It was only a couple of days before my division
officer told me that I was being transferred to the
storekeepers division.  He told me to clear out my
locker and take my sea bag to their section.

	I went below retrieved my sea bag from the
storage locker and packed my gear up in short order.
I maneuvered through the passages to the personal
section and handed them my orders.  I did get a
knowing smile from the black yeoman.  I reported to
the storekeeper's division next.  I was welcomed by
the division officer and he told his clerk to show me
where to stow my gear.  Before he could get me to
the storekeeper's compartment we ran into the
chief.  He told the clerk that I would be birthed in
the radio storeroom.  The clerk's face lit up with a
wide grin.  He led me to the storeroom and showed
me where to store my gear.  He set me up with a
fresh mattress, sheets and blanket.  He showed me
where to place my mattress.  He welcomed me to the
division and left me to stow my gear.  There was a
locker so I placed my lock on it after I had my gear
stowed.  There was even a place to stow my raincoat
and pea coat.

	I was curious what I would be doing when the
chief came into the storeroom.  He dropped his hat
on the desk and welcomed me to his division.  He
showed me around and told me what I would be
doing.  We were due to take the ship out for a week
of training in preparation was being deployed
overseas for as much as a year.  If we were lucky it
would be Japan but because of the political situation
we were more likely going to be sent to the Indian
Ocean where we could deploy in the Persian Gulf.

	What a stinking place to be.  Hot, in a country
where booze is forbidden and the women were hid
behind thick robes.  Even where ports had whores,
you were more likely to get a venereal disease than a
good time.

	It was boring taking inventory of what we had
in stock.  It was common for us to order supplies and
be told they were on back order.  We would follow
up with a second request and be told they were on
back order.  In time we would get three orders on
the same order request.  That would appear as a
single order.  We would have three times as many as
we ordered.  That gave us extra stuff for trading
for other things we needed from other ships when
they needed something on back order.  It was a
complicate double bookkeeping system.  One for
what we had and another for what the Navy said we
had.

	The first night out of port I was getting ready
for the rack, when the chief returned from the
showers with just a towel around his waist.  He
stowed away his shaving kit.  He dropped his towel
and stood there waving his stiff cock in my face.  I
knew what he wanted and took hold of it.  I skinned
back the foreskin and started sucking his black tool.
I had to give him credit he had more than a mouth
full of meat.  He fucked my mouth until he shot a
thick load of white cum into my mouth.  I could
hardly handle all of his stuff.  He sat down in his
swivel chair and took care of some writing for
awhile.  When he was ready he told me to get on my
bunk.  Then he took hold of my ankle and placed
them on his shoulders.  He guided his black snake
towards my pink asshole and shoved it in.  He fucked
my ass for the longest time before he squirted his
cum up my ass.

	I was getting used to taking care of crew
members coming to the storeroom with requests for
parts needed to keep the electronic equipment
working.  I would handle their requests and submit
requests for replacements so that we would get
them at the next time we were in port or from
supply ships at sea.  It was not hard work.  The most
physical work was when supplies were being brought
aboard and had to be stowed away in appropriate
storage compartments.  Rarely were we ever called
out of the sack to supply someone with parts during
the night.  Most business was conducted during
working hours.  We also painted storerooms as
needed.  At night I was being fucked, sucking or
being sucked by the chief.

	About three months later I was promoted to
seaman, storekeeper striker.  There was a party to
celebrate it.  The chief had invited several of his
friends to our storeroom.  There was some drinking
going on.  They were all black noncommissioned
officers.  They were soon shedding their clothes and
I was being fucked in the ass while I was sucking
cock and jacking off two other guys.  At least the
chief allowed me to sleep in the next day.

	When we were tied up back at our dock the
next week, the chief took me to the apartment for
another sex party.  This time when I entered the
place I noticed that the men on the couches were
making out with each other.  The guys dancing were
feeling each other up.  There were more black
queens offering their services.  When the chief
brought me in I was surrounded by a number of
black guys.  Not all of them were sailors.  Some were
just too obviously gay to get in the Navy.  Others
were far too fat to pass the physical.  Some were
older men that may have been in the Navy in their
youth.

	There were so many guys to have sex with.  I
could not believe what was going on.  When I was on
my knees being fucked in the ass, there would be
someone under me sucking my dick.  Guys would be
gathered around jacking off while I sucked cocks.  I
was getting mouths full of cum and some that could
not wait would squirt cum all over my face while
I was sucking a cock.  It was a night of orgiastic
sex, nonstop for hours.  When I could not stay
awake any longer I fell asleep in a pool of cum.

	When we were sent to the Persian Gulf for
almost a year I was getting fuck by a number of
black noncoms and a few black officers.  When we
were not on duty stations we got to have liberty on
Mumbai, India.  My chief took me to the home of an
Indian that was thrilled to get to have sex with a
blond boy.

	By the time we made our way back to San
Diego I was a third class storekeeper.  I was an old
hand at sex with blacks by that time.  I never got
over my taste for black meat


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