Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 17:29:45 +0200 From: James Rozo <jrozonavydod@gmx.com> Subject: A Brat's Peregrination-2 A Brat's Peregrination - 2 By Ensign James Rozo, USN - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chapter 2: First Holy Communion James Peter Hopkins III lives a privileged life as a Naval Officer's son. Growing up with sailors and ships, the young boy frequently observes naked sailors engaged in homoerotic roughhousing and grab-ass play. Baptized into the sacred mystery by a sailor, the experience ignites his lifelong devotion to enlisted cock. After shore duty at the Pentagon as the Assistant to the Deputy Chief of Naval Operations, the newly promoted Captain Hopkins is given command of USS Josephus Daniels CG-27, homeported at NOB Norfolk VA. Named for the World War I SECNAV, the cruiser is 547 feet long, displacing 7,930 tons. With a complement of 27 officers and 450 enlisted, she provides anti-air and anti-surface defense for carrier task forces and shore bombardment in support of amphibious operations. Naturally inquisitive, the 14-year old brat explores the expansive naval base. Covertly following sailors from the destroyer & submarine piers, he discovers the masculine wonderland of the gymnasium on `B' Avenue near Gate 5. Offering recreational opportunities, it is a natural meeting place for single enlisted men living aboard the homeported ships. Mustering his courage, the brat enters the all-male sanctuary. Populating the locker room, sailors proudly parade their masculinity for the congregation of appreciative spectators. Strutting with shameless confidence, they display mouthwatering assets like premium meats hanging in a gourmet delicatessen - sopressata, mortadella, and capocollo. An underground marketplace, outlaws and renegades carefully navigate between unholy desires and UCMJ disaster. Maneuvering in restricted waters, searching for adventure and a quality meal, kindred spirits employ subtle gestures to discern interest and advertise preferences. And transactions benefiting all parties are efficiently consummated. Surveying the expansive room, the brat selects a strategically positioned locker affording unobstructed panoramic views. Surreptitiously taking inventory, gorging on the sumptuous visual feast, he is dazed by the profusion of swinging dicks. In the far corner he recognizes three sailors from Daniels. Bonding in the vibrant male bastion, the naked sailors engage in harmless horseplay. Whispering among themselves, they glance at the golden-haired brat, smile knowingly, and subconsciously tug on their expanding gear. With a farrago of hopes and fears, the brat undresses. Slowly he unbuttons the shirt and removes it - exposing his small erect nipples, developing chest, and taut abdomen. Unbuckling the belt, lowering the zipper, his pants descend and the bright white underpants contrast starkly with his bronzed coltish legs. Intrigued, devouring him with licentious eyes, sailors watch the unfolding spectacle. Committed to the task, the brat's hands shake as unsteady fingers slide under the elastic waistband and slowly retract it over his uncooperative gear, off his hips, and down his legs. Stepping out of the briefs, he is naked and defenseless. Transitioning through puberty, his tantalizing treasures are on display for all-hands. An irresistible lure, carnivores with growing smiles and erections feast on the perfectly proportioned adolescent. Salivating, they consume him - imagining the succulent flavor, tenderness, and texture melting in their mouths. And many sailors naturally contemplate fucking his sweet ass. Undertaking a voyage fraught with consequences, lifting sail and catching the winds of destiny, the brat ventures into the unknown of the open-bay showers. Sailing in dangerous waters, he immediately draws the attention of a toothy seadog with an appetite for young flesh. Taking advantage of the feeding opportunity, ready to defile another innocent, the predator maneuvers closer... maintaining constant bearing with decreasing range. In extremis, the salacious collision is imminent. Watching attentively, understanding the perilous situation, the sailors from Daniels quickly get underway to protect the brat. Intercepted and outgunned, the thwarted predator executes evasive maneuvers and retreats to safety in the protective shadows. Extricated from danger, the boy is safe... for now. Encircling the brat, the trinity of sailors deter other ambitious hunters. Taking station off his starboard bow, a handsome 21-year old Latino makes direct eye contact. The sailor's silky smooth cognac complexion - the amalgamation of his father's Caribbean roots and his mother's Spanish heritage - is contrasted by a gold mariner chain with a crucifix pendant that rest between dark-brown nipples. The Virgin Mary, gazing down at her praying hands, emitting divine beams of light, a symbol of strength and virtue, is tattooed on his chest. Flashing a disarming smile, the Latino sailor, the group's alpha male and natural leader, engages the brat in conversation. Effortlessly, he initiates the seduction. "Hey little man, what's up?" "N...nothing," responds the timorous boy. "It's ok, you're safe; we're from Daniels. You're Captain Hopkins' kid, right? "Yes sir." "Cool, we though we recognized you." Surrendering to primitive compulsions, the boy scrutinizes the sailors' muscular bodies - committing every amazing nuance to memory. His attention is immediately drawn towards the Latino sailor's pendulous uncut cock. Swaying like a cobra hypnotizing its prey, it seductively whispers his name. Running soapy hands provocatively down his muscular torso, the sailor strokes the serpent, accentuating its length and girth. Massaging the foreskin, he rolls back and retracts the fleshy bonnet. Watching the brat's reaction, it's obvious the boy craves cock. Exchanging looks with layers of significance among his shipmates, receiving conspiratorial nods, everyone understands the pivotal event about to unfold. Being their commanding officer's son adds a huge element of danger and excitement to the endeavor. "Let's go somewhere more private," suggest the Latino sailor. Reassuring the spellbound brat, he skillfully manipulates the boy... effortlessly marching him into the steam room. Shrouded in a dense blanket of sibilant steam, the stainless steel inner sanctum reeks with the pungent perfume of male sweat. Navigating with limited visibility, taking station in a remote corner, perched upon a teak bench, they are isolated and hidden from view. Sandwiched between two dissolute sailors, the brat feels their muscular flesh pressing upon his perspiring body. Trembling involuntarily with almost unbearable excitement, his undisciplined adolescent cock is standing at attention... harder than he ever imagined possible. The enlisted men slowly explore the brat's flawless body. Running reconnaissance across his hard nipples, down firm abdominals, and around the narrow waist, a hand brushes across his thigh and grasps the small ball bag. The recently descended eggs are gently rolled between experienced fingers. Taking the initiative, a fallen angel with an insatiable hunger for underage seafood descends to his calloused knees and swallows the boy whole in one easy fluid motion. Employing impressive skills honed aboard Daniels, he savors the incomparable taste of youthful perfection. Overwhelmed with sensory input, the brat's head spins wildly. Flooded with endorphins, repressed yearnings buried beneath the abundant chaff of Protestant dogma surface and explode with devastating force. Shuddering, reaching a shattering climax, he discharges ambrosia into the sailor's greedy mouth. In a moment of clarity, filled with a sense of profound discovery, the boy luxuriates in a radically altered sense of identity. Unshackled and transformed, succumbing to desire, he reaches out and firmly grasps the Latino sailor's sacerdotal cock. Yearning for the divine, manipulating the velvet-smooth steel shaft, the brat instinctively scrunches down for a better view through the opaque steam. "You can see better on your knees." And the brat willingly descends to his destiny. Positioned between the sailor's thighs, the idolatrous appendage is inches from his flushed face. Experiencing a spiritual connection, worshiping at the altar of his god, he senses the power radiating from the earthly embodiment of divine perfection. "Oh my god... it's beautiful," whispers the enraptured boy. With labored breathing, the brat absorbs the sailor's beguiling scent and pheromones... enticing and inviting. Respectfully silent, head bowed deferentially, he pays homage. "Kiss it," coaxes the sailor. Obediently leaning forward, parting pristine pink lips, placing them on the blood-engorged deity, the boy reverentially embraces his first cock. Extending his inquisitive tongue, he experiences the taste of forbidden fruit. Uninitiated, he is surprised by the textual perfection. A mouthwatering delight, the intoxicating sweetness of creamy caramel accentuated with crystals of gourmet sea salt resonates on his tongue. "Suck it," the sailor commands. Following the lawful command, opening impossibly wide, he struggles to accommodate the broad crimson crown. A novice at sucking, possessing more enthusiasm than ability, his lack of skill is offset by a focused determination. Offering assistance, pressing down firmly on the boy's head, the authoritative sailor forces the swollen gland inside the adolescent mouth. Smiling with supreme satisfaction, he experiences the ultimate pleasure of subjugating his commanding officer's son. Physically and spiritually bound, the brat is filled with grace. Quartered inside the mouth, followed by several inches of thickening shaft, occupying all the available real estate, the cock is perched upon the defenseless throat's precipice. Stuffed, babbling incoherently, the feeding brat is speaking in tongues. Muffled but propagating through the steam room, experienced sailors recognize the glorious sound of a novice being indoctrinated into the sacred mystery of cocksuckers. Exercising extraordinary restraint, the pragmatic Latino sailor resists the undeniable urge to throat fuck the brat. Understanding there will be plenty of future opportunities to educate the boy, he withdraws to a more accommodating position. Sucking enthusiastically, the transformative miracle is close at hand. "I'm close... get ready." Mumbling prayers, the boy gives thanks for the sacred seed he's about to receive. Ascending in the floppy sack, the sailor's balls announce the impending consecration. With adrenaline surging, the sailor thrusts forward and delivers the holy eucharist. Partaking in the sacrament of communion, swallowing repeatedly to get it all down, the quintessence of life provides nutrition to the body and satisfaction for the soul. And the metamorphosis from innocent youth to cocksucker is complete. Aboard USS Josephus Daniels the word quickly spreads. Gorging with reckless abandon, the rapturous brat services the whole crew over the next three years. Enjoying a nearly inexhaustible source of nourishment, he voraciously quaffs gallons of intoxicating enlisted jam... a stunning assortment of delicious velvety custards. Attending the Naval Academy at 18, the brat is already a fully qualified fleet cocksucker. - - - - - - - - - - - - - The brat's peregrination continues in chapter 3: Confirmation. Comments and readers' experiences with sailors, afloat or ashore, are always of interest. The author may be reached at JRozoNavyDoD@gmx.com