From: joefri714@aol.com (JoeFri714)
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Subject: [True Story] Life at Sea (mast, voy)
Date: 7 Oct 1995 15:26:30 -0400
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I guess it will surprise no one that ocean-going ships--especially
military vessels, which go to sea
for extended periods--can become vast theatres of assorted masturbatory
practices.  Amost two
decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship
(about 3000 tons) in the
USCG.  Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and
so a considerable
degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large.
	
Of course, girlie magazines were  part and parcel of shipboard life, and
like many of my shipmates,
I had basically two collections--one stack of magazines which I traded
around as a sort of barter
currency, and a few kept hidden away in a private stash, owing to their
ability to arouse.  For me,
any shot in a magazine which showed a model with her hand positioned on or
near her clit got me
hot in no time (I was and am to this day preoccupied with female
masturbation), and so I had a
few cherished copies of PENTHOUSE and HUSTLER salted away for my
masturbation sessions.

I lived in a berthing compartment which housed thirty men, so finding the
privacy in which to
indulge in some autoerotic prick pumping might seem a bit of a challenge. 
However, a system
had emerged.  Each of our bunks ("racks") featured a set of blue curtains,
ostensibly to keep us
from being awakened by the overhead lights when we were entitled to sleep
in--after midwatch, for
instance, or on Holiday Routine--but their potential to provide a bit of
seclusion in which to jack off
could hardly have escaped the randy teenagers like myself and my mates.  A
sort of crude signal
evolved: when one of the worthless, napless white towels issued to us for
the showers was hung
outside the curtain, then it was regarded as a "Do Not Disturb; I'm Busy
Beating Off" sign.
Looking back, it seems really quite remarkable that this signal was so
universally accepted and
respected by, to be honest, a bunch of immature kids.  I guess none of us
wanted to have the
tables turned on him later, so we never clowned around with trying to
catch someone in the act.

Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway--strictly in line of duty.  One of
my duties while on watch
was to rouse the oncoming watch section from their bunks at the time they
requested in the Wake-
Up Log.  At night this job took me into all the berthing areas at what
was, for most guys, prime
meat-beating time.  I had to move quietly out of respect for those in the
compartment who were
not going on watch, and a couple of times I either surprised someone in
the act or arrived in time
to see the evidence of his activities.  I once descended into the
Operations Berthing area on
rounds and was assailed by the strong aroma of semen filling the
compartment, as if all thirty men
in there had been beating off that night, for that unmistakeable scent  (I
had smelled my own a few
thousand times) was far too strong to have been from one or two loads of
spunk.

I once went into the engineering berthing compartment to wake up one of
the snipes for watch and
stumbled across George, the Machinist's Mate I was to awaken, flogging his
cock in his bunk.  I
could see him quite clearly through a gap in his curtain, as he pumped his
slippery erection with
his left hand, a copy of PENTHOUSE in his right.   I could see that he was
jerking off to one of my
favorite photos, of a cute blonde dragging her finger theough her slit,
her face a mask of pleasure.
He was close by the time I got there and shortly his strokes speeded up
and he shot his load onto
his abdomen with a few stifled grunts which I could just hear above the
throb of the engines. I
waited a little longer, to give him time to  collect himself, then opened
and closed the watertight
door again so that he would know I had come in.

He was feigning sleep when I peered into his bunk, and I woke him up as if
nothing had
happened.  I had never seen another person masturbate in reality, and
though I am a atraight
person sexually,  the sexual energy of that moment had an arousing effect
on me, and I
masturbated later that night imagining  that scene, and also fantasizing
about  a circle jerk in
which my friends and I all jacked off to dirty movies together.  I like
the idea of group masturbation
because it diminishes the one drawback to this otherwise wonderful
sport--it is a solitary activity
and prone to loneliness.

I hope this post will encourage others to contribute, since the group is
becoming crowded with
posts of overwhelming irrelevance to the group's title.  Stop lurking and
start posting!