From: bardagh@slip.net
Subject: Navy Stories III, Part One
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 1996 22:17:49 -0700

Semi-Standard Disclaimer

The following story is based (loosely) on events that took place many
moons ago; names/events have been changed to indict the guilty. If the
subject of male/male sex offends you, one has to wonder just what the
hell you're doing in this newsgroup...go find someone else to bother,
okay? On the other hand, if you are interested in this subject, but, are
under the age of 18, the law requires that you not read the following
story; personally, I don't give a damn whether you do or not!

Favorable comments always welcome (e-mail me if you'd like); unfavorable
comments aren't as welcome, but, as long as you're polite, I'll take
your criticism.

Now, on with the show...

Navy Stories III
Howard of the Purple Cock, Part One

During my four-year tour of duty aboard the U.S.S. Ashtabula (the Great
Gray Whale), I had the opportunity to meet many good-looking young
sailors; fortunately for me (and, for these stories), several of my
ship-mates were interested in a bit more than casual friendship. Over
the course of my first two years on the "Happy Ash," I'd fallen in love
for the very first time, and, had my young heart broken when that love
was taken away from me by the Navy's damned transfer regulations.

But, since I was taught to make the best of a bad situation, I assuaged
my hurt feelings in the only way I knew:  complete and total physical
gratification. In other words, I turned into a slut. If it was male, had
a bit of hair in the appropriate places, got nice and hard, and, could
pump out a healthy load of sweet, juicy spunk, I wanted it in my mouth
and/or in my ass.

Now, of the dozen or so fellow sailors that I had sex with, I would
guess that no more than one or two of them were actually gay or bi; most
were merely incredibly horny teenagers who weren't all that picky about
the sex of the mouth giving them pleasure. At the time, I really didn't
care that most of my sex "partners" weren't reciprocating; all I wanted
was their cock and their cum.

However, as I've related in previous stories, every once in a while, I'd
encounter another young man whose interests more closely matched mine.
Such was the case with a boy named Howard.

Using the term, "boy," requires a bit of an explanation, I guess; after
all, at this time I was just barely 20 years of age...not exactly an old
man! But, Howard's parents had signed the papers to allow him to enlist
in the Navy at the young age of 17 1/2...once I got to know the boy, I
fully understood, and, agreed with, their reasons.

The term, "boy," applies in another manner, as well. While Howard was
then a month past his 18th birthday, he didn't appear to be a day over
13 or 14. Short and skinny, without a shred of muscular definition to
his boyish body, and, with scarcely more hair on his thin frame than
you'd find on an egg, Howard looked like he belonged in the Cub Scouts
rather than the U.S. Navy.

Perhaps that's the reason Howard's personality was
so...ahhhh...."abrasive." No, that's really not a good description, to
be fair to him. Howard seemed to want everyone to know that he *was* old
enough to be a sailor, and, he went to great lengths to accomplish this.
If sailors swear, then Howard's language would be the saltiest. If
sailors drink, then Howard would try to drink his ship-mates under every
table. And, if sailors had a "girl in every port," then, Howard
would....well, here we come to a slight problem.

Despite his bravado and posturing, Howard was really a shy, insecure
kid. He was still a virgin (not all that unusual in the
mid-70s...although it *was* unusual in a sailor!), and, was scared to
death of girls. More than that, though (as I found out during my
"relationship" with the boy), Howard was harboring feelings towards guys
that he felt would be more proper if directed towards girls. In other
words, he was terrified that he was gay.

Added to Howard's shy, insecure personality was a rather cruel joke
played by Mother Nature:  not only did his crotch have the hairiness of
a 7 year old boy, but, that same 7 year old would have been embarrassed
with the size of the penis. While I wouldn't describe Howard's cock as
"microscopic," it *was* a little thing...perhaps an inch long and quite
skinny.

Howard bunked directly across from me in the berthing space, so, every
day, I had more than ample opportunities to get as much of a look at his
body as I wanted. And, before you think that I'm being too disparaging
about this young sailor, let me add that, despite looking like a
misplaced Cub Scout, Howard *was* very cute. He didn't appear old enough
to use the word, "handsome," but, in his boyish way, the young sailor
was quite attractive.

When Howard first reported aboard the ship, he displayed a habit that
led to an incident long-talked about. He slept in the nude. Now, while
this may seem an innocent thing, keep in mind that we're talking about a
ship-full of horny, young sailors (and, some horny older ones, too, I
might add), where homoerotic jokes and actions common; more to relieve
the tension than to actually initiate more serious activities.

One of the older Navy jokes/traditions is "sea-pussy:"  the youngest
member of a division, so the story goes, has to "give it up" to his
older mates...in other words, let them fuck his tight, young ass. After
Howard's first few nights aboard, the jokes began, with Howard as the
target. And, in truth, having seen the boy's ass, I must admit that I
wouldn't have been adverse to fucking it!

But, it *is* just a joke; no one actually expects to be doing any
butt-fucking (although, some of us did!). However, in Howard's case,
given his smart-ass attitude, things went just a bit further. He'd been
asked, in a nice manner, to wear undershorts to bed; Howard declined. He
was warned of all sorts of dire consequences should he continue sleeping
in the nude; Howard ignored the warnings. Sooo....

While I hadn't been a party to the plans, I wasn't sleeping well the
night the plan was put into action, and witnessed the entire thing. I
suddenly became aware of several figures sneaking along the darkened
area between bunks, making their stealthy way in my direction. Through
slitted eyes, I watched them move closer and closer, wondering just what
in the hell was going on. One of them was carrying a red-lensed
flashlight, and in the dim glow I recognized several members of Howard's
division. And, to my intense curiosity, one of them was carrying an egg.
An egg?

They reached the narrow space between Howard's bunk and my own and
stopped, facing away from me. As usual, Howard was naked, sound asleep
on his stomach; at some point during the night, his blanket and sheet
had been pushed down, fully exposing the tight, firm globes of his 18
year old ass. I had no idea what the sailors were planning, but, I did
know it was going to be funny--in a cruel sort of way. And, it was.

My eyes widened in shock as one of the sailors dropped his pants and
began fondling himself; spitting in his hand, the young crewman smeared
the slippery fluid onto his rapidly stiffening cock, getting himself
hard and wet. Were they actually planning on fucking Howard?

But, in true Navy tradition, it was all a practical joke. With a swift
movement, the egg was cracked, and the contents spilled into the cleft
between Howard's ass-cheeks; instantly, the sailor with the hard-on
leapt onto Howard's bunk, straddling the naked boy, and reached out to
spread the teenager's cheeks, as if he'd just finished fucking Howard.

Waking up to find a boy with a hard-on grabbing your ass, and feeling
sticky fluid *on* and *in* your ass, what is one to think? Yep....Howard
was quite convinced, for a few moments, at least, that he'd just been
butt-fucked!

General laughter broke out....while Howard called everyone present every
name he could think of. It might have turned ugly, but, fortunately, the
totally ridiculous nature of the incident was too much for Howard's
anger, and, within a few minutes, he was chuckling about it as well.

And, he began wearing undershorts to bed.

My ship, the good ol' Ashtabula, was making another cruise of the
Western Pacific (a WESTPAC, if you want the Navy term), and we were
slowly approaching The Philippines. This was considered just short of
heaven to most sailors, since, if you couldn't get laid in the P.I.,
then, there really wasn't any hope for you; just go out and shoot
yourself, and be done with it. (If there are any Filipinos reading this,
my apologies; but, let's face it:  the girls living around the base at
Subic Bay were both cheap *and* easy!) For just a few dollars (and, I
seriously mean a *few*), a sailor could take his pick of hundreds and
hundreds of willing young women, to do with whatever he pleased.

Howard eagerly drank up all the lurid sea-stories about the P.I.,
obviously thinking that this was certainly going to be his best chance
at losing his "cherry." On the other hand, the boy still had his doubts
and fears...

In what has to be one of the greatest examples of either youthful
naiveté, or, blatant stupidity, Howard had told everyone that he was a
virgin. His fellow ship-mates, being the kind-hearted, considerate souls
that they were, rode him shamelessly about this. To his credit, Howard
gave back almost as good as he got, but, I could see that it still hurt
the boy. At this point, I really didn't know all that much about Howard;
I certainly didn't know that he thought he might be gay!

Whether through unconscious design on my part, or, just because I was
one of the few of Howard's ship-mates that *didn't* fuck with him all
the time, the boy began to talk to me. And, to my surprise, I found
that, beneath the smart-ass exterior was a boy who was...well....still a
smart-ass, but, not all that bad a kid.

Just a few days before the ship pulled into the base at Subic Bay,
Howard did something that pissed off the rest of his division; I haven't
the slightest idea what his transgression was, but, it must have been a
dilly, given the response.

As luck would have it, I walked into Howard's working-space (CIC, or,
Combat Information Center) just as retaliation descended on the young
sailor's head (in a manner of speaking). Six or seven of Howard's fellow
Radarmen were holding the boy down on the deck, while two others made
short work of removing Howard's pants and undershorts; all of this,
naturally enough, accompanied by screams and howls of protest from the
manhandled youth. Being "pantsed" was only the first step, however.

When they had the boy naked from the waist down, another sailor
approached with a small jar; he opened it, knelt down beside Howard's
crotch, and began to pour the contents out. As soon as I saw the purple
fluid, I knew what it was:  the dye the ship's laundry used to mark
clothing! Once applied, the stuff wouldn't wash out...couldn't be rubbed
off....it wasn't called "permanent" for nothing!

The entire flask was emptied over Howard's crotch, turning his
teen-flesh the most God-awful shade of violet I've ever seen.

But, they had gone too far. The boy was in tears, as he looked down at
his purple groin; how long would this stuff last, he demanded, sobbing.

Needless to say, there was some serious ass-chewing for the group.
Albeit, with a somewhat disguised smile...

In the perverse nature of human beings, Howard, who had been the target
of so many cruel jokes, was now the darling of the division. The very
same ship-mates who had turned the boy's crotch purple, now determined
that they were going to get Howard laid, no matter what the cost.

Howard wasn't so sure. As he confided to me, "Who's gonna want to fuck a
guy with a purple dick?"

He had a point.

As soon as the ship hit port, the division was off on it's "pussy-hunt,"
with every single member having as his primary objective the finding of
a woman willing to be fucked by a human grape. Given Howard's natural
shyness and genuine fear of women, it would have been a difficult
mission; with the boy looking like someone who would shoot spurts of
grape Kool-Aid, it was a mission doomed to failure. Especially given the
superstitious nature of the Filipinas.

Not that finding women was difficult; all you had to do was walk into
the first bar outside the gate. But, finding one and having Howard fuck
one were two entirely different things. The first young woman willingly
led Howard into a back-room, only to run, screaming, back into the bar a
few moments later. After hurling what I can only assume were Tagalog
obscenities in our general direction, she departed, hurriedly, for parts
unknown.

The same result, or, variations thereof, occurred in the next few bars,
as well; this was getting serious. Howard was becoming more and more
disconsolate, quite sure that he was going to go through the rest of his
life a virgin with a purple dick. But, the American sailor is known for
his perseverance and love of a challenge; we weren't going to give up so
easily!

We tried offering astounding amounts of money...we tried explaining the
entire, sorry affair...we tried everything our fevered brains could
conceive of to get Howard laid...all to no avail. The closest we came
was a young girl (mid-teens?) who agreed to give Howard a blow-job,
after seeing the eighteen year old in all of his purple majesty.
Unfortunately, just before was about to slip him inside her mouth, the
girl was overtaken by a case of the giggles; she rubbed salt in the
wound by walking back into the bar and calling Howard an "inch worm."

She did have a point.

We had failed, and, as all good sailors will do when feeling downcast
(or, when feeling upbeat...hell, when feeling anything at all!), most of
the group decided to drown their sorrows in booze. I, on the other hand,
had a few stops of my own to make; having been to The Philippines on my
first WESTPAC cruise, I knew that there were Filipino boys every bit as
willing as the Filipina girls...and, I knew several places to find them!

I made an excuse to the rest of the group, and headed for the door of
the last bar we'd explored, when I felt a hand on my arm. It was Howard.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked, his voice betraying his disappointment.

I was about to give my "normal" excuse of having a "steady" girl (as
many sailors did), but, looking down at the sad, mournful expression on
the boy's face, I just couldn't do it. It was obvious that Howard needed
someone to talk with more than he needed drunken companionship; and, it
was equally obvious that it was going to be me. I mean, he couldn't very
well go to talk to the Chaplain about this, now, could he?

"No where special," I answered with a friendly smile. "C'mon."

"Where we goin'?" Howard now asked, falling in alongside me.

"Well, I don't really feel like going back to the ship, do you?" Howard
shook his head. "So, how 'bout we get a room in a hotel somewhere?"

My young companion was agreeable, and, we quickly found a room in one of
the nicer hotels in the area; even this relative luxury came cheaply
enough. It also came with a small refrigerator, well-stocked with San
Miguel beer; we both quickly opened bottles and sprawled onto the beds.

The conversation was desultory for several minutes, but, given Howard's
"condition," it naturally turned to the predicament he was in.

"Fuck, David, I ain't *never* gonna get laid!" the teenager exclaimed,
taking a deep pull from his bottle. "And, right now, I'm so fuckin'
horny, I'd settle for a damned hand-job!"

"I'm sure it will wear-off pretty soon," I tried to reassure Howard.

"Yeah, sure," the boy muttered, taking out a pack of cigarettes. After
lighting-up, he looked over at me. "You know, I went down to the
laundry...talked to Chief Johnson...he said that dye could stay on there
for six to eight *months*!"

"It'll fade, though, won't it?"

"Shit, it ain't faded yet," Howard stated. Then, standing up, he
unfastened his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. "Look!"

Yep, his little-boy crotch was still that horrible purple, all right. I
made an appropriately sympathetic noise, and Howard sat down on the edge
of his bed in disgust, leaving his jeans down around his ankles.

"Fuck..." he muttered, staring down at his colored crotch. "That bitch
in the bar was right...looks like a fuckin' inch-worm."

"A purple caterpillar," I offered, smiling to show that I wasn't
serious.

Howard grinned back. "Oh, fuck you, David," he chuckled, shaking his
head.

"I'm sure you'll be able to find a girl that won't care...once you
explain what happened and what it is."

"Yeah, sure I will....Shit, man, would *you* suck on a purple dick?"
Howard asked, then, realized what he'd said, and blushed deeply. "Oh,
fuck, man, I didn't....I mean...I'm not saying that you'd...."

I just laughed, then stubbed out my cigarette. "That's okay, Howard," I
told him, sitting up on the edge of the bed across from him. "Besides,
you never know what I might do," I added with a smile.

Howard's eyes were instantly locked on mine, as the eighteen year old
youth tried to determine if I was serious, without actually *asking* me.
In his gaze, I immediately recognized something new:  an expression of
hope and anticipation.

Well, what the hell, I asked myself. If I made myself plain to the boy,
and, he rejected me, it would be his word against mine; and, given
Howard's place in the crew, I was certain which of us would be believed.

"Of course," I began, "if I was going to do something like that with
another guy...especially one that's purple," I added with an evil grin,
"then, I'd have to be sure that he was gonna do some things for me, ya
know?"

Howard's hand shook as he raised the cigarette to his lips; after he'd
exhaled a stream of smoke, I saw the youth swallow, hard. "You
mean...like...he'd have to do you, too?"

"Well, that's only fair, right?"

"Uhhhmmmm....yeah."

Howard crushed out his cigarette and took another deep breath before
looking back over at me. "Are you serious?"

"If you are," I told him.

"Okay..."

Slowly, I got up from the bed and knelt next to Howard's; placing one
hand on his skinny chest, I gently pressed him back onto the mattress.
Then, still keeping my movements slow and relaxed, I slid my hand down
the boy's stomach and covered his crotch. As I cupped his smallish balls
in their tight sack, Howard let out a soft, shuddering breath and then
began to moan quietly.

The boy's cock began to respond, and I bent over Howard's crotch to take
his teen-meat into my mouth, savoring the musky aroma and taste flowing
into my mouth and nose. I started to work my oral magic on the young
sailor, lavishing it with attention from my lips and tongue, knowing
that I was giving the boy more pleasure than he'd had in his young life.

Naturally, I expected Howard's dick to get hard; after all, I *know*
that I give very good head, and the boy *had* to be exceptionally horny.
But, I didn't expect what I felt happening in my mouth. The teenager's
cock was, indeed, growing...and, growing...and, growing...and,
*growing*! In fact, after just a few minutes, I found myself going down
on what can only be described as a *big* dick!

Pulling away from Howard's crotch, I gazed in wonder at the
transformation that had taken place. The teenager's "inch-worm" had
turned into a fairly thick, rather lengthy piece of meat! I'm not saying
that Howard was *huge*, mind you, but, his dick was at least six inches
in length, I judged, and more than respectable in size.

"Damn, boy," I murmured, wrapping my hand around the shaft and slowly
pumping it.

"I know," Howard softly whispered, still breathing heavily. "I got a
little dick, huh?"

"Shit, babe, you *don't* have a little dick!" I quickly countered. "You
ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of...it's just not that big when you're
soft....but, now....it's just fine!"

With that, I eagerly bent once more to my task, and Howard was quickly
incapable of talking; soft moans, whimpers, and groans of ecstasy were
all the boy could manage.

Knowing that the teenager had to be exceptionally horny, I wasn't at all
surprised that, within minutes, Howard gave every appearance of being
ready to shoot. He began to grunt and thrust his hips upward, driving
his dick deep into my throat, and I was eagerly anticipating his first
spurt of sweet teen-spunk.

Again, though, Howard surprised me. When the boy started cumming, it
wasn't with the typical spurts of jism. Instead, a nearly continuous
stream of cum poured from the teenager's cock-head, rapidly filling my
mouth with delicious fluid as I enthusiastically milked his dick with my
tightly pursed lips and roving tongue. Howard's entire body convulsed,
and I rapidly swallowed the mouthful of spunk, just in time to receive
the next incredible gusher from the teenager's fountain of cum.

Nor, was the youth finished. There were two more of those amazingly
long, steady streams of love-juice, followed by an unbelievable amount
of teen-spunk delivered in more "normal" spurts into my rapidly
overflowing mouth. In the four or five years that I'd been giving head,
I'd never been with a guy who climaxed so heavily; Howard must have been
storing his cum for *years*!

When Howard's copious flow finally subsided, I kept the boy inside my
mouth, since I love the feeling of a spent dick slowly growing flaccid
while wrapped in the warm embrace of my lips. And, as I always do when
making love to another boy, I continued to gently suck on Howard's dick,
savoring the sweet flavor of cum and cock-flesh. But, the teenager
wasn't finished surprising me, I soon discovered; although, considering
that I was making love to a virgin eighteen year old, I really should
have expected him to be more than ready to continue.

Indeed, Howard showed absolutely no signs of getting soft; his sweet
dick was every bit as hard as it had been, and, from the sounds he was
making, the teenager was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to him.

"Ohhhhh, yeah.....yeeeaaaahhhh.....mmmmmmmmmm, suck me....oh, yeah,
David, suck it!"

Well, if he wanted to cum again, I told myself, I might as well show
Howard another way to enjoy himself. Releasing my lip-lock on the boy's
dick, I quickly stood and got undressed; Howard's eyes widened when he
saw my erection spring free of my jeans, but, he immediately reached out
and wrapped his hand around me, slowly pumping my shaft. I took his dick
in my hand once again, matching his tempo.

Raising up from the mattress, Howard bent towards me; a moment later, I
felt my cock-head surrounded by the warm, moist pressure of his lips as
the inexperienced boy began to suck me off. I had intended to guide
Howard's sweet, young dick inside my ass; I wanted this boy to feel the
ecstasy of fucking a man. But, instead, I found myself being pulled onto
the bed next to the eighteen year old, as Howard decided to return the
oral ministrations I'd just lavished on him.

Afterwards, Howard swore up and down that he'd never given head before
in his life; if that's true, then, I can only say that the boy was a
natural. While I'm not hung huge, I'm certainly in the "average" range
in length, but, Howard easily slid my erection down his throat, letting
his lips and tongue glide effortlessly up and down my shaft in what can
only be called an outstanding blow-job.

While I was already highly aroused from giving the boy head, Howard
brought me to even loftier heights of ecstasy as he intuitively lavished
attention on the super-sensitive areas around my cock-head; his tongue
was doing things that I hadn't experienced in months, and I was rapidly
losing what little self-control I had remaining. As if he knew the state
I was in, the closer I got to my orgasm, the more intense Howard's
sucking, licking, and, kissing got, until I was reduced to a whimpering,
quivering puddle of protoplasm, sprawled across the bed.

Dimly, I was aware of someone screaming; dimly, I knew that it was me;
dimly, I knew that I was in the midst of the most intense orgasm I'd had
in many months. Each time my balls churned, another huge spurt of cum
exploded from my cock, and, every time, Howard would take every inch of
my dick down his throat, then drag his lips upwards, pulling yet another
spurt of spunk from my heaving balls.

Unlike my younger bed-mate, though, once my orgasm subsided, my erection
began to shrink, and Howard, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, released
my dick, letting it fall, limp and drained, onto my abdomen. Flopping
onto his back, I watched Howard lick his cum-streaked lips; he obviously
liked the taste, I thought.

Looking over at him, I saw that Howard hadn't lost an inch of *his*
erection; if anything, the boy's cock was even longer and harder than it
had been before! Well, I certainly knew what I wanted to do with it!


Navy Stories III
Howard of the Purple Cock, Part Two

The eighteen year old sailor emitted a soft growl from deep in his
throat when I wrapped my fingers around the rigid cock-flesh jutting up
from the boy's slender loins. Howard whimpered with pleasure as my hand
began slowly pumping up and down on his shaft; the teenager's penis had
fairly loose skin, almost as if he were uncut, allowing me to grasp his
meat in a tight grip while I stroked him, without having to worry about
any lubrication.

For what I had in mind, though, some sort of lube was going to be
necessary; even though Howard wasn't a hugely-hung boy and I was an
experienced "bottom," I didn't relish the thought of having a horny
teenager trying to "dry-fuck" me! But, since this had been an entirely
unplanned sexual interlude, I was going to have to "make-do" with the
lubricant nature provided:  spit, and, lots of it.

And, as long as I was going to use saliva, I might as well apply it in
the most enjoyable fashion possible, I decided. Raising up slightly, I
laid my head on Howard's flat, hairless belly; the slender,
mushroom-shaped head of the boy's dick was nestled against my lips.
Barely touching him with the tip of my tongue, I began to do my
impression of a mother-cat cleaning her young:  every sweet inch of
Howard's luscious teen-sausage was lavished with my oral ministrations.

Judging by the ecstatic noises the teenager was making, Howard would
have been quite content if I'd merely continued sucking him off to
another orgasm; but, I wanted more, and knew that he would enjoy cumming
in my ass. Consequently, once I'd gotten the boy's wet and slippery with
saliva, I raised myself and straddled his body, reaching behind me to
guide his turgid erection into the proper position. Howard's
passion-glazed eyes watched as I lowered myself onto his pole; as the
incredibly hot pressure of my ass surrounded his dick, his eyes closed
and his mouth opened to let out a long, drawn out gasp of pleasure.

For my part, I was in heaven, as well. While the teenager was certainly
not the largest boy I'd had fucking me, it had been a while since I'd
had a cock up my ass, and Howard's felt absolutely great as it pushed
deeper and deeper into my body. Once I'd gotten every inch of his hot,
young-man-meat stuffed inside me, I ground my ass against his crotch,
dragging another groan of ecstasy from the boy's lips.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to raise and lower myself over Howard's
groin, moving up until the head of the boy's dick was just barely
encircled by my sphincter, where I paused for a moment before once again
taking him within me. As I moved up and down, I alternately relaxed and
tensed the ring of muscles surrounding Howard's dick, making them grip
the invading spear with a tight embrace as I pulled myself upward.

The teenager was beginning to thrust upward now, as Howard moved closer
and closer to another climax. Feeling his dick swelling inside my body,
I timed my own movements to coincide with Howard's, so that as he was
shoving upwards, I slammed down onto his love-spike, impaling myself on
the boy's shaft.

"Cum...cumming.....I'm cumming! CUMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!!!" Howard suddenly
shouted, ramming his prong in to the hilt just as the first huge spurt
of jism exploded within my body. "Aaaahhhh......aaahhhhhh.....yessss!"

Howard's second orgasm was every bit as intense and copious as the first
had been; I felt every massive eruption spewing into my ass, coating my
love-tunnel with an incredible amount of hot, teen-spunk. I continued
sliding up and down on Howard's spasming tool, using my ass-muscles to
milk every hot drop of cum from the teenager's churning balls, until I
felt the stiffness of his penis begin to subside.

Pulling myself up from the teen's now-flaccid dick, I quickly moved down
his body, spreading Howard's slender thighs and raising them to gain
access to his virgin ass. The boy's moans continued as I expertly rimmed
him, delicately licking the musky-flavored flesh for several minutes
before allowing my tongue to penetrate the relaxed hole. After a few
more moments, I substituted my middle finger for my tongue, slowly and
gently inserting it until every inch of it was inside the hot, tight
interior of the teenager's ass.

Kissing, licking, and, sucking my way all over Howard's ass and balls, I
began to finger-fuck him, listening to the sounds of pleasure emanating
from the boy's lips; he let loose an ecstatic groan when I slipped a
second finger inside him. He was almost ready; Lord knows I was!

Letting a large gob of spit fall into my hand, I applied the slippery
fluid liberally to my rock-hard dick, then moved my body upward along
Howard's, pressing the teenager's slender legs back with my upper-arms,
until he was just about bent in half. The young sailor was still in that
wonderful state of post-orgasmic relaxation; my oral and manual
attention to his ass had helped, too, of course. So, when I pressed the
head of my cock against Howard's virgin ass-hole, I encountered
absolutely no resistance, but felt my dick sliding easily inside the
teenager's incredibly hot body.

As soon as I was in to the hilt, I stopped, giving the boy a chance to
accommodate himself to this novel invasion. Gazing down at his
passion-enfused face, I lowered mine, pressing my lips against his.
Instantly, Howard's lips parted and our tongues began to dance and fence
frenetically. The last vestiges of my self-control disappeared and I
started fucking the teenager hard and fast, slamming my cock into
Howard's body with ever-increasing force until I was pounding him
mercilessly. But, our kiss never broke, and the groans the boy was
emitting into my mouth were definitely of pleasure, not pain.

Now, it was I who was groaning, though, as my balls began to spasm and
shudder. My back arched, pulling our lips apart, and, with an especially
savage thrust of my hips, I began cumming in Howard's ass. Again and
again, I rammed my dick into the boy, each thrust harder and seemingly
deeper than the one before, as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into
the teenager's body. My arms collapsed, dropping me down onto his body
once again; our lips were instantly pressed together in an even more
passionate kiss as my orgasm slowly began to subside.

We remained locked in our embrace, my semi-hard cock tightly grasped by
Howard's cum-drenched ass, kissing deeply and passionately. I could have
stayed in that position for hours, but, I knew that I was pressing down
heavily on the slender teenager; after several gentle, questing kisses,
I pulled my flaccid dick free of the tight embrace and rolled onto my
back, emitting a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment.

In a move straight out of a '40s movie, Howard lit two cigarettes,
reaching over to place one between my lips. Remaining propped up on an
elbow, the teenager gazed down at me, a smile on his sensuous lips.

"You have to be back on the ship tomorrow?" Howard asked me.

It was Friday night, and I didn't have duty the next day, so, I shook my
head. "Nope. Don't have to be back until Monday morning."

"Same here," Howard smiled. "Think we'd survive if we didn't leave this
bed until then?"

"Fuck it, Howard," I laughed. "If we die, at least we'll die happy!"

END