Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 14:09:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Before "Don't ask, don't tell" 7

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or
to actual events is purely coincidental.  This story also contains explicit
sexual activity between males.  If such is offensive to you, or if you are
below the age where reading such material is legal, please read no further.
Your comments, pro or con, are most helpful and greatly appreciated.
macoutmann@yahoo.com



BEFORE "DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL"

by Macout Mann

Chapter 7



During the four months that Morgan had been in Pusan, a number of personnel
changes had occurred.  Lt. Abrams, the Comm. Officer had been relieved, but
since no replacement had been sent, Lt(jg). Cunningham, Morgan's bunkmate,
had been appointed Comm. Officer.  By the time that another senior
lieutenant had been assigned, Cunningham was also relieved.  His
replacement, Lt. James Ryan, had been assigned to ComSeaCoor because he had
developed chronic sea sickness and could no longer serve afloat.  Three
other CWOs had been replaced by the time Morgan had been on board six
months, so he was now the senior watch officer and was still Top Secret
Control Officer.

One night, he was awakened by the runner, who said that a top secret
message had been received and was waiting to be decoded.  Morgan went to
the crypo center, dismissed the enlisted watch, and went about unscrambling
the code.  The key read "FOR CNAG AND COMSEACOOR EYES ONLY," which meant
that the message was extremely sensitive.  Only Morgan, the admiral, and
the Chief Naval Advisor would be allowed to see it.

Morgan almost passed out as he read that Office of Naval Intelligence
agents had discovered that Commander Ben Keiser, the Supply Advisor to the
Korean Navy and four of the storekeepers reporting to him, all senior
enlisted men, were involved in homosexual activities with each other.
Cdr. Keiser was to be detached and reassigned to Washington and the
enlisted men were to be detached and sent to Yokosuka.  Morgan was also
furious, when he read that the commander was to be allowed to resign his
commission, while the enlisted personnel were to be court-martialed.  So
much for fairness.

Morgan prepared copies for the admiral and the captain and locked them in
the top secret safe and returned to bed.  He hand delivered the copies to
the two addressees the next morning.

The issue was handled with dispatch and in utmost confidence.  The enlisted
men were put on a plane the next day.  The word was that ComNavFe had an
urgent need for storekeepers on temporary duty.  Three or four days later,
it was announced that the commander was being given a routine transfer to
the Bureau of Naval Personnel, which most everyone assumed was a plum
assignment for him.

Morgan encountered Cdr. Keiser in the Officers' Club one evening before he
left.  He was sitting alone, and Morgan said that he would be missed.  The
commander invited Morgan to join him.

"You know, don't you?" Cdr. Keiser asked.

"Yes, sir," Morgan replied.

"It's going to be a blow to my wife.  I haven't done anything with men,
since before we were married.  But I've been so lonely.  And I just yielded
to temptation.  I'm so ashamed."

"Well, I think it's a real pity that your career is being destroyed.  I've
heard nothing but good things about you, and I can imagine how tough it is
to be without your wife for so long," Morgan commiserated.

"Can't be helped," came the reply.


It also developed that Mr. Ryan's problem was more than seasickness.  The
Pierce's sickbay was manned by a Chief Hospital Corpsman, whose chief
interest seemed to be supervising the dicks of the men who contracted v.d.
After Ryan had gone on sick call twice, the Corpsman had him transferred to
the Army's Evacuation hospital, where he was diagnosed with a terminal
cancer.

So only days after being promoted to Lieutenant (junior grade) Morgan was
also named Communications Officer, in charge of three freshly-hatched
Ensigns and thirty enlisted men.  He would have to continue to stand watch,
until a fourth watch officer reported for duty, the same situation that
existed when he first arrived in Pusan.

Capt. Clemmons assured him that he would have no problem, and he didn't
expect to.  He was well liked by the enlisted men, and the watch officers,
except for a young Californian named Trent, were competent enough.

Morgan could count on the senior Petty Officer on Mr. Trent's watch to come
and complain about something that Trent had done, as soon as the watch was
over.  The poor guy woke up in a different world every day; and he either
scrupulously enforced rules that needn't be enforced, or ignored rules that
needed to be rigidly adhered to.  When chewed out, he tried to do the right
thing, but...well, he woke up in a different world every day.


One of the privileges of the Communications Officer was that he got "the
key."  The most sensitive area on a U.S. Navy ship is the crypto center.
It is always locked; and normally, when someone who is allowed access wants
in, he knocks, and a member of the watch inside opens the door.  In the
rare event that no one is on duty inside, the person with "the key" can
open the door.

The week after he became Comm. Officer, Morgan was standing the midwatch.
On duty in crypto was Radioman 3rd Class Ramsay and Teleman 2nd Class
Jacobs.  Absolutely nothing was happening.  Morgan wanted to check on
something in Crypto, and thinking he wouldn't disturb the two men inside,
simply unlocked the door and stepped in.

What he saw was Ramsay sprawled in an aluminum folding chair with his
dungaree fly wide open and Jacobs on his knees between Ramsay's legs with
Ramsay's dick down his throat.

"Motherfuck!" Ramsey yelled.

Morgan quickly shut the door, effectively soundproofing the compartment.
"Don't panic, guys," he said, "I'm not telling."

The two enlisted men looked at him in astonishment.

"The rest of the watch is goanna want to know what the ruckus was about.
You can tell them I caught you playing craps and confiscated the dice.

"Now, go ahead and finish Ramsey, Jacobs, then one of you can do me."

Both men grinned and returned to the task at hand.

Morgan learned that four of the eight men assigned to Crypto messed around
and always tried to be on watch with each other.  A couple of guys on duty
in the radio room were also "queer," but they had to find fun in less
secure places.  Morgan also surmised that no one had any idea about what
had happened over in the Supply Section of the Advisory Group.

So, Morgan had finally found relief from his sexual frustrations.  Even
when he no longer stood watches, he could find an excuse to go to the
Crypto Center when the right men were on duty.  He even engineered the
appointment of the right candidate to crypto duty, when Jacobs was rotated
to Japan.

Capt. Clemmons also finished his tour, which put an end to the Bridge
sessions.  His relief was not into Bridge and was not into associating with
junior officers either.  So Morgan's new-found pleasures also helped
relieve the boredom that less Bridge and more movies created.

It turned out that Capt. Clemmons was assigned to ComNavFe, and was made
its Communications Officer.  That made him Pas' superior.  The Captain was
also able to bring his wife to Japan.

Six of the enlisted men who had stood watches with Morgan in Pusan were
also assigned to the ComNavFe Communications Center, so Pas had created a
cadre of men who were "with Bowen in Korea."

So when Morgan's second R&R approached and he discovered that he would be
in Tokyo on New Year's Eve, he arranged with Pas to have a party at the
Nikkatsu for Pas and the guys he'd worked with in Pusan.  Not quite Kosher,
but what the hell?

The first full day he was in Japan, however, he went to Yokosuka to pay a
call on Capt. Clemmons.  He went to the Captain's house, not expecting
anyone to be there, but he wanted to leave his card.  (The navy still
adhered to "card etiquette" back in those days.)  He found Mrs. Clemmons in
residence, and when he said who he was, she greeted him like a lifelong
friend.  The Captain had told her so much about him, and she said, "You'll
never guess who else is here!  Suzie!  Her brother from Hong Kong is here
on business, and we're going to dinner with them tonight.  You must come.
Pas is coming too!"  Reading the look of astonishment on Morgan's face, she
added, "Really, now.  We must all be broad minded about these things."

So Morgan and Pas joined the Clemmons for cocktails, then Suzie and her
brother took them all to "the best Chinese restaurant in Japan."  It was in
the shadow of the great Buddha at Kamakura and the meal, which Suzie's
brother ordered, was one of the finest Morgan had ever eaten.

The following night Pas joined Morgan at the Nikkatsu for sex.  It was less
hurried than when they had met four months before, but no less passionate.
Their foreplay was a textbook on edging.  Then they sucked each other to
simultaneous and furious orgasms.  They went for Tempura at a place on the
Ginza, Tokyo's Broadway.  The shrimp and vegetables, deep fried in a
special batter, was marvelous.  Then they returned to Morgan's room.

Pas told Morgan that Capt. Clemmons had recommended him for ComNavFe Top
Secret Control Officer, which was tantamount to appointment.  That would be
a much bigger deal than Morgan's post in Pusan.  Pusan might get one topsec
message a month, Yokosuka would get more than one a week.  So Morgan
congratulated his friend, and then told Pas about what had been going on in
the crypto center at ComSeaCoor.  Pas said how envious he was about that.

Finally, they fell into bed again.  Morgan knew what Pas wanted more than
anything else, so he tongued Pas' asshole and finger-fucked him until he
was pleading to feel Morgan's dick inside him.  With Pas on his back,
Morgan was happy to oblige.  He teased his friend by sticking just his
glans inside, watching Pas face reflect animal desire; and then plunged all
the way in.  He knew he could make it last as long as he wanted, and he was
going to try to make Pas cum just from having his prostate stimulated over
and over by Morgan's rigid knob.  Pas was moaning and Morgan was
experiencing pleasure like he hadn't had since he first felt his dick in
another boy's ass.

Pas shot his load onto both his and Morgan's gut, and at almost the same
time Morgan deposited mamouth amounts of fluid into Pas ass.  Neither could
have been more fulfilled.

Pas could hardly stay awake as his train sped from Tokyo to Yokosuka.

The next night was New Year's Eve, a big deal in Japan.  The Nikkatsu had a
major do scheduled in the dining room with a seven course dinner, music
during dinner, champagne, and dancing afterward.  Morgan had reserved a
table for eight when he checked in.

Pas and six enlisted men arrived as scheduled.  Jacobs, whom Morgan would
liked to have had stay overnight; Cobb and Parker, both Radiomen 3rd Class;
Johnson, Radioman 2nd; Cain, Teleman 3rd; and Plummer, Radioman Seaman.  It
was the first time Morgan had seen any of the enlisted men in civilian
clothes.  He hardly recognized them.  He did realize that they all would be
a bit uncomfortable in the unfamiliar atmosphere of a five-star hotel, so
he had ordered bourbon and peanuts for everyone in his room, before going
to dinner.  And they spent a half hour telling "sea stories" on one
another.  They all thought Morgan and Pas were o.k. guys, even if they were
officers.

Pas particularly enjoyed the story about the time the USS Missouri, 7th
Fleet Flagship, had come up on the harbor common channel to report its
presence outside the harbor.  Morgan was the watch officer.  Everything was
calm, until a four star admiral appeared at the entrance to the CommCenter.
Morgan called "Attention on Deck!"

"At ease," the admiral replied, then said to Morgan, "Hello, son.  I'm
"Jocco" Clark.  Is my ship here?"

"Yes, sir," Morgan stammered.

"Well tell them I am too, and to send my damned barge."

It turned out that Admiral Clark's Flag Lieutenant had neglected to file a
movement report on the admiral, so that Pusan had no idea he was arriving.
When his plane had landed at K3, the Air Force had offered him
transportation to the pier, but he declined, saying that he was sure a navy
sedan was enroute.  After cooling his heels for an hour, he accepted the
Air Force's offer.  The ComSeaCoor Officer of the Day doubled as the
Officer of the Deck of the Pierce, which meant that seldom if ever was he
on the Pierce quarterdeck.  Therefore, when the senior naval officer afloat
in the entire Far East arrived, not only was Admiral Stockley not on hand
to greet him, there was only an enlisted watch headed by a Boatswains Mate
3rd Class on the quarterdeck of the Pierce.

So it fell to Morgan not only to send the necessary messages to the
Missouri, but to calm Admiral Clark until he could reach the Officer of the
Day, who was one of the mustang lieutenants, and turn ComSeventhFleet over
to him.  The Missouri was too large to navigate the entrance to Pusan
Harbor, so Admiral Clark spent almost an hour in the Officers' Club, before
he was on his way.  Morgan had assured the admiral that no movement report
has been received, and he often wondered what the flag lieutenant's ass
looked like, when Adm. Clark arrived on the Missouri.

Normally, a navy sedan would have been waiting at K3, probably with Admiral
Stockley on board.  A call would have been made to the CommCenter, so that
by the time the sedan reached the pier the admiral's barge would have been
waiting.

After the bourbon and sea stories, everyone was at ease, and the group went
down to join the party.  The lady in charge of guest relations was waiting
at the door to the dining room, and said to the maitre d' "Mr. Bowen's
party has arrived."  He was pleased that they were seated ringside, and the
evening turned out to be one all of them would remember always.  They
remained to welcome the new year and watch the couples, mostly older
Europeans dance to a very good swing band.

Morgan had three more days of R&R.  Pas was able to visit twice, and it
turned out that Jacobs had liberty the third night and was able to visit
the Nikkatsu again.


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