Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 16:54:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom Topher <klipklop27@yahoo.com>
Subject: Navy suck awake

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	This story took place when I was in the U.S. Navy.

	My ship went into dry dock and I was transferred to the base where
my only job was manning the quarter deck a few times a week in the
temporary barracks. The temporary barracks accommodated people who were
leaving the Navy for any reason be it medical, legal, or as in my case,
their enlistment was ending. One of our duties was to perform wake up
calls. We would go to their room or bunk and wake them up, like on board
ship for watches, or just as an alarm clock. One day a guy who was in my
division and who I worked with on quarterdeck duty was on leave but staying
on base. He requested a wake up call. His room was down the hall from mine
and I volunteered to wake him. It was insanely boring sitting for hours in
an office doing nothing, so I jumped at the chance to stretch my legs.

	This guy, I'll call him Brent, (not his real name. I doubt he would
ever read this, but you never know) was a twenty-four year old hottie I
often ogled when we were on duty together. He wasn't the brightest bulb in
the box by any means, but what he lacked for in the brain department he
made up for in the looks department. He was shorter than I am, he stood at
about five feet ten and he was a beefy, beefy stud. He hit the gym and I
think wanted to become pro at some point. He was 100% Italian from New
Jersey, which he was really proud of, but a northern Italian because he had
light brown/blondish hair and gray eyes. I was hoping I could get a look at
him out of uniform as he usually stayed off base with his girl, but I never
saw him around the barracks or showers.

	I went to his room and pounded on the door. He had a roommate, so I
didn't want to barge in. I kept pounding and pounding and one of the guys
from the floor was walking to his room from the shower (in nothing but
boxers) and laughingly told me that Brent was notoriously hard to wake up
and that I would have to actually physically wake him to get the job done.

	The room was dark as I entered because he had the blinds drawn. I
waited until my eyes could adjust as I could just make out his form on the
bed in silhouette. I crept closer and peered down at a really hot
sight. Brent was on his stomach wearing a skimpy pair of what looked to be
ladies silky underwear. They barely covered his ass and let me tell you, it
was a sweet ass. I knew he didn't know I was there, so I took in the full
picture and started getting really horny looking at this muscled stud
almost naked. I chuckled to myself because there was no doubt that they
were ladies panties this gym rat, hyper-masculine acting bro was rocking.

	I reached over him to pull up the blinds thinking the light would
wake him up while I called his name. Nope he was still snoring as loud as
ever. I did get a better view. I nudged his bare shoulder trying to get him
awake, no luck. I turned on the light and called his name. More snores. I
got really bold and spanked his ass a couple of times. He moaned and
adjusted his legs. Hot, but not awake. I had to grab this gorilla and shake
him awake. He still didn't want to wake up after I told him he put in a
wake up call. He yawned, rolled over and stretched.

	My eyes went straight to his crotch. He had a hard on sticking out
the side of his panties and my eyes were glued to it. It was kind of small
around 4 inches. He started trying to strike up a conversation with me as
he tried to fully wake up. His body was beautiful. He was flexing and
stretching constantly, but not for my benefit. We chit chatted awhile and
he still had his hard on the whole time. Brent then realized what he was
wearing and became very red and looked down. He wasn't embarrassed by his
boner, he was embarrassed by the panties. He stammered that his girl hadn't
done the laundry and he took her panties to wear. I nodded thinking it was
a likely story, but whatever. I told him he looked good in them. He asked
me if I was serious and I assured him he did and he looked down at them
with his dick poking out and said he did kind of look good in skimpy
underwear, as if he also wasn't sporting a major bone. He was kind of vain
and was checking himself out while talking to me.

	He smiled, cuffed his dick, stroking it absent-mindedly and
explained it was the result of not getting to see his girl for a few
days. I laughed and told him it happened to us all. He started telling me
how horny he was. I just nodded and looked down. He asked me to stay with
him while he woke up completely or he would fall back to sleep. I
agreed. It was no big deal we often left for hours at a time from the
quarter deck. The C.O. was cool and generally didn't micro manage. There
were usually eight people on duty to sit around and watch t.v.,
occasionally picking someone up from the airport, but that was rare.

	Brent hopped out of bed and started getting his stuff together as I
sat on his bed. We started chit chatting and I asked him about his gym
routine. He lit up becoming very excited. He told me I had the body to get
into body building and that I would get huge in no time as I am naturally
muscular with a big frame. I asked him what I had to do, but told him I
didn't like the really big muscled look. He assured me I could look however
I wanted with the right trainer and then he explained he was trying to
become a trainer on the side.

	 I was horny as hell and started complimenting him on his physique
and asking him what he did for each group while staring at his muscular
body as he explained. He started doing a little posing and explaining what
he did to get the various muscles that big. This vain little fucker's hard
on never went down, but actually, I think, got harder the more he talked
about himself. He was completely nonplussed showing off his muscular body
while wearing ladies panties with his raging dick hanging out the side.

	My own dick was throbbing and I was glad I was lying on his bed. I
asked him about going pro and if he would mind having to pose in front of
people (I knew perfectly well he would love it) and he told me he loved
having people check him out, especially chicks. I mentioned he would have
to wear something similar to what he was wearing and he looked down at the
ladies panties several sizes too small for him and crept closer to me.

	"You know, I don't tell too many people this, but I fuckin love
wearing my girlfriend's panties" he confided to me. "I love the feel and my
girlfriend encourages me". He was sliding his hands up and down both sides
of the panties while he blurted out: " I'm so fucking horny right now I
think I'm going to go crazy if I don't get pussy soon" he said as he
grabbed his dick.

	My ears pricked up. This hot stud liked wearing girl's panties. I
asked him why and he told me that sometimes he and his girl would role play
and she would be the man and he would be the woman. I was riveted and asked
him what that meant. He turned around while slapping his tight bubble but.

	"She spanks my ass! I love it! I feel like such a slut. She calls
me a slut and other names and paddles my ass red. I really get into her
dominating me and spanking my ass" he told me as he looked straight into me
eyes.

	He asked me if I had ever done anything kinky like that and I
nodded I hadn't. If he only knew. Brent smiled and told me I should. He
looked me up and down and asked me why I didn't have a girl and I shrugged
and said I didn't know. These conversations always made me tense as it was
"Don't ask, don't tell" and I only had a few months left and didn't want
any hassle.

	Brent was still close to me at this point and was rubbing his
crotch just looking at me. He then went to the middle of the room and
started breaking out posing again. I was uncomfortable because I didn't
know what was going on and was nervous that this situation could get ugly
as I didn't know what this gorilla had in mind. He rarely spoke to anyone
when we worked together.

	He was posing and saw me staring at his cock and began running his
index finger up and down it while watching me watch him. He asked me if I
wanted to feel his muscles while he posed. Cheesy, I know, but I figured I
would let him lead to see where it went. I had been pretty bold up to this
point. I didn't share my room and would bring back boys I met off base and
we would fuck not caring who heard us, but I was always nervous fucking
around with other Navy boys and I had a lot of opportunity and took
advantage, but was never completely comfortable, especially with the
straight guys. I could tell you many other stories, but back to this one.

	I rose from the bed and put my hand on Brent's chest as he flexed
and posed. I moved my hand all over him moving from his chest, to his back,
legs, thighs, ass, ending up on my knees in front of his raging boner
peeking out of his panties. He was posing still and I started massaging his
cock which had also been leaking for awhile now. He didn't look down, but
let out a sigh. I began playing with his dick while I massaged his nuts
through the fabric of his panties. He was moaning and getting into it. I
wanted better access, so I tried to remove the panties, but he said he
wanted to keep them on. I obliged. It wasn't a big cock, like I said four
inches, but it was as hard as iron. I didn't wait any longer and took him
in my mouth. He let out what sounded like a loud cry and started making
loud moaning noises. I was very nervous because his room was at the end of
a long corridor of open barracks that branched off from his to another
corridor that formed the top part of a T. This was where the rooms like
mine were and it also had the communal bathrooms for the floor which was in
the middle of my corridor. People were constantly walking by his section to
get to the bathroom as it was late morning.

	He kept moaning and then started cursing as well. I figured I would
take the chance and stop sucking him if I heard footsteps or chatter. Brent
was a very vocal guy telling me to- "suck that fucking hard, hot cock", and
exactly how good it felt- "getting his big muscle dick sucked". I was so
turned on I had my dick out and in my hand jacking it. I was as hard as he
was. I think it was so many things making it super hot, the fact I had
drooled over this supposedly straight, hot muscle boy; the fact that it was
semi-dangerous if I were caught I might get in trouble; plus the fact that
there were probably fifty guys on the floor who might hear us, not to
mention Brent's hot, New Jersey, Italian accent which sounded kinda sexy,
all this added to my own recollection of this as one of my all time best
sexual encounters in the Navy. Brent as I said was loving it, he was
sweating, panting, cursing and oddly kissing his biceps as I was going to
town on his dick. It was easy to suck and we had a rhythm going which I
thought was doing it for him, but he wanted to escalate things.

	 He roughly pushed me off his dick. I couldn't process what had
gone wrong. He was standing there jacking it through the panties and just
staring at me shaking his head back and forth. I was pissed thinking he was
holding out on me. I hate cock teases! To my surprise he went over to his
dresser and put his arms across it and shoved his ass out at me. I liked
where this was headed! I thought now we could get rid of the panties, but
he shook his head when I tried to remove them. I was on my knees in front
of a beautiful, pert, bubble butt begging for attention. I played with the
panties and Brent looked back at me smiling and nodding. I pushed the
fabric on both sides into his boy gash and rubbed the silky fabric along
his hole and he shivered. I did this for a few minutes and then pushed the
fabric aside and ate out his hairless asshole. Brent really liked this. He
was moaning and bucking. He wasn't cursing, but he was pushing his ass back
into my face and shoving my head up there with his hand.

	This was my favorite part. I love to eat ass and he really
appreciated it. We did this for a little while and then I began pushing my
fingers into him and he started bucking on my fingers and asking me to call
him a filthy whore and a slut and many other names, which I gladly did. I
stood up thinking this was my cue to slide my dick up into his ass, but
Brent looked around and saw my dick inching toward his ass and nodded -No!
I was crushed.

	I went to go back to eating his ass, but he wanted something
else. He pushed the fabric from his ass cheek and spanked himself leaving a
red hand print, nodding for me to do likewise. I gave him what he wanted. I
punished that muscle ass with a spanking he would never forget. I turned
his ass red and you should have heard him crying out with excitement. He
bent back and when I didn't do it hard enough would call me a "pussy" and
tell me to do it harder all the while telling me what a slut he was. Sweat
was rolling off both of us as I railed his ass red. He was literally crying
he loved it so much. I added finger banging to the mix and before long he
turned around and shot a huge load all over me. It was so hot I came too
and we both were left in the hot room panting and trying to catch our
breath. I'm pretty sure other guys heard us and knew what was going on.

	I stood up and asked him if he was awake and he nodded yes. I
straightened up and left the room headed for the head to clean the cum from
my uniform. I was wearing the business blues, the all black uniform that we
had to wear with a tie on the quarterdeck, but I ended up changing because
my uniform was all sweaty and cummy. We worked together for another
month. He was waiting for a medical discharge for some injury to his ankles
which came through. We never mentioned the incident and I never saw him
alone again. It was a memorable experience I still recall from time to
time. It was one of several I had while in the Navy.