Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 13:18:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out of Uniform Part 6

Out of Uniform Part 6

The next morning I was awakened by a sense of something not right. I lifted
my head and saw a figure quietly closing the hatch. I was about to demand
the person identify himself when I caught a glimpse of white in the
darkness.

"Spike, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, sir, did I wake you?" Rowlands answered.

"Yes, you did. What are you doing here?" I am not sure if I was
perturbed or intrigued.

He approached the bed and I could confirm my glimpse of white was his white
cotton briefs, similar to those I had admired the night before. I reached
up to turn on the bedside lamp. There was my yeoman naked but for those
briefs.

I touched his leg, running my hand up and down through the thick hair
coating it. At the top of my run my hand strayed over the cotton covered
bulge, cupping the balls then stroking his cock. He sighed and pressed
forward encouraging my caress.

I took the hint and pulled him down to my mouth and began sucking his cock
through the cotton. I was so turned on by the look of his briefs against
the tan of his skin and his brown leg hair. Spike's spike was hard
instantly. His hand grasped my cock through my bedding and stroked it
lovingly.

Remembering how he reacted during his role-play with Chief Warrant Officer
Jennings, I took the opportunity to actually bit down on his cock.

"Fuck, yeah, sir," was his reaction which encouraged me to take hold
of his nuts and give them a good strong tug and twist stretching his briefs
as I did so. "Harder, sir, harder. Hurt me, sir. Hurt me, please, sir!"

I tugged, twisted and bit harder on all his tender bits. His knees sagged
against the bunk. He growled in pleasure. His cock shudder and he
erupted. Cum soaked his briefs.

I moved my mouth up to his cockhead and proceeded to slurp up his hot
cum. My other hand reached between his legs and snaked under the leg band
of his briefs. I found the puckered little hole I had watched ravaged last
night. I rammed two fingers in dry. His body trembled as he reached an
immediate second orgasm.

He moaned, groaned, sighed and whimpered all at the same time. It was an
intensely erotic sound. That, and his manual manipulation brought me close
to orgasm myself. I forced myself to stop and to stop Spike. He looked very
disappointed.

"Take off your briefs," I commanded. Once he was nude, "Now, jack
me off into your briefs."

His face brightened and he went to work on my cock earnestly. I rammed my
fingers back into his ass. The two sensations brought me to climax and I
emptied my load into Spike's cotton covered hand.

He raised the briefs to his face to lick up the cum but again I stopped his
actions. "No, Yeoman Rowlands. Uniform of the day for you, those briefs,
shorts, white socks and sneakers. Understood?"

He came to attention, "Aye, aye, sir." He beamed down at me as he put
on the cum soaked briefs.

"Now, then, back to my original question: Spike, what are you doing? In
here at this time of the morning?"

"Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Okassa sent word asking you to join him on the
bridge, sir. Something to do with the weather ahead, sir."

I swung my legs off the bunk, "Alright, Rowlands, but in future
ship's business before pleasure. Understood?"

He went to attention again, `Understood, sir." He paused, and then
added, "But, you started it, sir."

I laughed at his impeccable logic, "Even if I throw you to the deck and
am ravishing you against your will..."

"Never, Sir," he interrupted, offended at the idea it would ever be
against his will.

 "...ship's business first." I pulled his head down to mine and
kissed him. "Now, grab my clean uniform from the closet while I shower."

With his help I was on the bridge within five minutes. "Report,
Lieutenant."

Okassa drew my attention to the meteorologist's report showing a major
storm system across our path. We were not going to be able to skirt this
one as we had the last. In approximately 90 minutes we would be hit the
front edge of the storm. I made a ship-wide announcement calling for all
hands to secure the ship for heavy seas and strong winds.

I could hear the banging of hatches and the din of voices as the crew leapt
into action securing everything on deck that needed securing.

As predicted, we were being buffeted by raising wind and waves within
ninety minutes. The Dorian Gray was a strong rough-weather ship but she
still reeled and twisted as we drove further into the storm. Not weather
for those prone to seasickness.

Shortly afterward, Rowlands, dressed as ordered with the appropriate
addition of a t-shirt, appeared on the bridge bearing fresh fruit, dry
toast and coffee, my usual breakfast. Another reason changing yeomen was a
good choice. As I munched away, I admired Rowlands ` agility as he
managed the tray on the heaving ship. I could not help but notice the
crinkling of bridge crew noses as they detected the aroma emanating from
the yeoman.

"How's it going below, yeoman?" I asked, trying to not laugh at my
own double entendre.

"A okay, sir. Tackling the office this morning, sir," he answered
with a straight face but with a little smirk at the end. When dismissed, he
turned smartly and left the bridge passing Lieutenant Withers as he did so.

Withers took a deep breath in through his nose and a smirk appeared
momentarily on his lips. Taking station next to me, Withers commented,
"I see the new yeoman is working out well, sir."

"Splendidly, Withers, splendidly."

A couple of hours later, I decided I needed to tour the ship to see how
everyone and everything was dealing with the weather. Despite the continued
heat in the interior, the men on-duty were all dressed in their usual
attire, most likely under orders. The men off duty showed more skin but not
a lot more.

 I was not surprised to see a little chaos in the ship's stores. The
rough seas had caused an overhead brace to snap tossing some of the stores
about off shelves and out of bins. Lieutenant David ben Zvi was directing
his men repair the storage units and to stow the stores more securely when
I arrived.

"Captain," he said in surprise and embarrassment.

"Lieutenant, just doing a tour to see how the weather is effecting
things," I responded trying to ease some of his discomfort. "I see
you and your men are managing things well, " I projected more so the men
could hear the praise from me directly.

"Thank you, Captain, we are doing our best. Now, if you could just keep
the ship steady for awhile..." he also projected so the men could hear
the joke. There were many guffaws in appreciation.

I swiped my hand at the lieutenant in a mock gesture of admonishment
saying, "Mutiny" as I did so. Unfortunately, the ship rolled at that
moment caatching ben Zvi and me off balance. He stumbled toward me and my
hand actually connected with him on the bridge of his nose.

"David, I am so sorry."

"Not necessary, sir," he graciously replied while holding his face,
"An accident."

I insisted he come into his small office and sit. He refused an offer to
take him to sick bay and only reluctantly allowed me to survey the
damage. I had managed to catch him above his eyelid with my wedding
ring. Grabbing the first aid kit, I applied a small dressing to the minor
cut over the lid.

As I was standing above him doing this, the ship heaved and I fell into
him, this time my groin connecting with his face. I was surprised by his
reaction. I would have expected him to push me away instead he wrapped his
hands around my ass and pulled me closer.

His chin hit my cock. The lieutenant rapidly dropped his head enough to
make contact between his mouth and my cock. Because I did not react
adversely he took that as permission and began mouthing my swiftly
hardening cock through my uniform.

I leaned down closer to his ear, "Don't mark the uniform."

David nodded and slid from the chair to the floor. He loosened my belt and
undid my fly with great dexterity indicating a familiarity with the
procedure. Once my pants were loose he pushed me into his chair pulling my
pants down to mid thigh. He very quickly applied his mouth to my cock still
encased in the jock strap I opted to wear today.

He was very talented and I thought how I could write up this talent in a
performance report. As I was being blown, I could see the men through the
large window into the stores room. They were oblivious to what was
occurring, thank God.

Meanwhile, ben Zvi was busy stripping off his clothes. Once naked he pulled
my pants to my ankles and rubbed his cock along my bare leg.

I noticed some ointment in the first aid kit and decided to add to the
excitement of a secret blowjob. I tapped David on the nose with the
ointment tube. He looked at me and smiled. He spun around on his hands and
knees presenting his ass to me. He reached around spreading his ass cheeks
to give me a clearer view. I shoved my jock strap aside, applied a little
ointment on my cock and I shifted forward and shoving my cock into the
little puckered hole before me.

He was tight and I was hesitant to push too hard. Apparently, I needn't
have worried, the naked lieutenant beneath me pushed back impaling himself
fully on my 7'5". He proceeded to fuck himself with energy. The
feeling was sensational. Fucking one of my officers while only a few feet
away crewmembers carried on with their work, blissfully unaware.

I slid to the floor to get better access to David's incredibly hot,
tight ass. Taking hold of his shoulders I was able to pile-drive into
him. David moaned. I reached around him and took hold of a nipple. It was
easy to find amongst the thick chest hair because it was the size of a
pencil eraser and just as hard.

I flicked the nipple. David tightened his ass muscles. I pinched it. He
tightened again. I took hold, twisting and pulling at the same time. He
nearly severed my cock.

I apparently had a crew made up of macho men who like the infliction of
pain during sex. And I was okay with that. Big time.

I took hold of both nipples now and yanked, twirled and punished those
things as hard as I could. No matter what I did, the good lieutenant
whispered `harder, sir.'

Same thing he said as I rammed into his ass. I would pull all the way out
and cram my cock back in. This was so exciting. Fucking a hot lieutenant no
more than ten feet away from his men. I could not last long. No more than
five minutes after I started fucking him I plunged all the way in and held
position. My load blasted its way into his ass.

As I unloaded, David's ass tightened around my cock five or six
times. He was cumming too.

When he stopped spasming, I leaned across his back and whispered, "You
are one seriously hot fuck, lieutenant."

"Right back at you, sir." He paused, "Sorry, sir, but I haven't
had cock for so long I couldn't resist when yours was right there in my
face."

"Quite alright, David. I really enjoyed that. Now, let's see if we
can get out of here without the men figuring out what happened."

He chuckled as he gathered his clothes and I straightened my uniform. When
we were presentable I lead the way out of the little office saying,
"Well, thank you for filling me in, lieutenant..."

"Thank you, sir."

"... and great work, men. Well done!"

A chorus of `thank you, sirs" followed me into the passageway.

As I made my way through the pitching and rolling ship, I could not help
but smile; without a doubt I commanded the best ship in the navy crewed by
some of the hottest officers and men in the navy. And I loved it!

The crew took heart as I moved about. `If the Captain is smiling things
must be pretty good,' they were saying to one another. So in a way my
perversion was good for the ship's morale, and mine.



More adventures for the Commander and his crew? The story is developing
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