NAVY DAYS -- From the Oracle BBS.  Written by Navy Davy

Life out at sea can be a bitch, at times, especially if you're
a young, gay sailor. But, it does have it's moments that are
well worth remembering.

I had only been out of boot-camp for a couple of weeks, and,
believe me, after six weeks of being watched like a hawk, I was
so horny, I almost considered looking for anything, male or
female! Fortunately, I found out that the Navy DOES take care
of their own.  I got to my first ship late at night, sometime
after midnight. Walking into the berthing area (large room with
about 80 guys sleeping in it), I found my way to my bunk.
Trying to stow all my gear quietly, I still managed to wake up
one of the guys sleeping nearby.

He looked over at me, smiled and said his name was Paul. I
introduced myself, and tried to get a better look at him. In
the semi-dark compartment, I really couldn't tell too much,
but, he sounded about my age, with a deep, sexy voice. I
thought he was watching me a little more than the situation
warranted, but, having no idea of what he believed in, I wasn't
about to start anything. Certainly not in the middle of all
these other guys!

We talked a little, softly making small-talk. I asked him where
the shower was, and, after getting directions, began
undressing. Now I was sure that Paul was checking me out, but,
still, was I sure enough to take a chance?

Not yet I wasn't!

The shower room was a small, narrow area, with 4 individual
stalls separated by tall, metal partitions. The stalls could be
closed with a curtain, making them very private. How
convenient! I began soaping up my body, letting the water beat
all the tension away.  After just a few minutes, I heard
another shower come on.

"So, where're you from?" I heard Paul's voice ask.

"San Francisco," I answered.

"No shit? Me, too!" he exclaimed. "Where abouts? I'm from Noe
Valley."

I told him I was from the Mission, near Dolores Park. We talked
for a few more minutes, amazed that we were both home-boys.
Shutting off the shower, I took my towel into the drying-room,
hoping that Paul would follow soon. To my pleasure, he did. I
stopped what I was doing and watched him; I knew that I was
staring, but, I didn't care. Paul was the most beautiful boy I
had ever laid eyes on, tall, slender but muscular and
absolutely gorgeous. He must have been aware of my staring, for
as he dried himself off, he kept his body facing me, not
turning away like most people would do. I tried to keep my eyes
off of him, but, as he began rubbing his towel over his crotch,
I felt my gaze drawn back again. His cock slowly began to
stiffen, and I could feel mine responding. Paul was looking
directly at my face as he continued to fondle his cock and
balls. His organ was fully erect now, and it looked like it was
8 or 9 inches of delicious meat. I wanted nothing more than to
kneel in front of him and take every inch of him down my
throat, and taste his sweet young cum.

"Damn," he said, "I don't think I washed everything. Better go
back into the shower."

"Want some help?" I heard myself ask. Paul looked back at me
with a smile. That was all I needed! Following him into a
stall, I turned the water on and then felt his arms around me.
The first kiss was electrifying, passion surging through my
body. His soft hands began fondling my balls, and I wrapped my
hand around his long, thick tool. Pulling away from his mouth,
I went down to my knees and licked his cock-head. The soft,
velvety skin tasted so sweet! Bending down, I nibbled at his
heavy balls, feeling his hands on the back of my head as I
nuzzled that sensitive area. Moving back to the head of his
cock, I slipped the thick head between my lips, allowing as
much of his lengthy tool into my mouth as I could. The size of
his organ amazed me, considering his slender build. I was
unable to take more than half of him into my throat in this
position, but, knew that I'd have other opportunities.

With a lot more noise than I thought prudent, Paul exploded
into my eager mouth. His jism was hot and sweet, and it felt
like he was going to cum for hours. Finally, his copious flow
subsided, leaving me with cum dripping onto my chin. Paul
pulled his still-hard cock from my lips, and we changed places.
Immediately taking my tool in his mouth, Paul proceeded to give
me one of the best blow-jobs I'd ever had. His lips and tongue
were everywhere, swirling around the head of my cock, licking
and nibbling at the base of my shaft, bringing me again and
again to the brink of climaxing, only to slow the pace and
start again.

I was suddenly brought out of my ecstasy by the touch of
another set of lips, working their way to my ass. Looking
behind me, I saw another young sailor, his face buried between
my cheeks. He looked up (another beauty!) and I saw the raging
hard-on between his legs. I reached back and spread my cheeks
apart, and he smiled and stood up. My new companion had a long,
slender cock and it slid easily into my waiting hole, filling
me comfortably.

Now I had Pauls' incredibly talented mouth working on my cock,
and the unknown stud fucking me wildly, all on my first night!
Small wonder that my climax was so strong; I felt like
everything inside me was flowing out of the head of my cock.
Paul continued to suck me off, the slender shaft was still
slamming in and out of my ass, and I just kept cumming. I felt
the explosion of jsm inside me, and that brought me off once
more. If it hadn't been for them holding me up, I would have
collapsed onto the floor of the shower!

We parted, and I knew that I was going to like being in the
Navy! I would have to "act" one way during the day, but, after
midnight, when the showers where empty, it was another story.