Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 18:26:26 -0800
From: Donald Gollihue <dromin@gmail.com>
Subject: A Sailor's Fantasy (Part 1)

	James Crawford had two months left on his enlistment in the US
Navy.  He was a Hospital Corpsman stationed with the marines on Camp
Pendleton in California.  He had served his time with distinction and had
numerous awards to show his competence and dedication to the military.
	To his marines, he was simply known as "Doc."  He took care of
them, and in turn, they took care of him -- which sometimes included getting
him wasted at the bars.  His replacement was green as hell, but he was
eager to learn.  So James drilled knowledge into the young man carefully
and thoroughly.  He wanted his guys to be taken care of after he was gone.
	What no one in the entire battalion knew was that their Doc was
gay.  James was careful to avoid staring at the men in his care, and he
could ignore the attraction simmering under the surface.  This is, until
three weeks ago.
	A new 2nd Lt. named Kline was transferred into the battalion to
serve under Captain Hanson in the supply department.  Neither man was
impossible for James to resist.  It was only when he saw the two officers
together that he would get an uncontrolled erection.  They seemed to have
an interesting and brotherly chemistry together.  James had no illusions.
The men were decidedly straight, but that didn't stop him from beating off
every night to the thought of them screwing each other senseless.
	James had deliberately left some important information off of the
last supply requisition he had turned into the warehouse, and he had been
summoned to answer for his errors.  He walked briskly through the warehouse
toward the back offices.  He knew that Captain Hanson liked to have
Lt. Kline in the room when he was chewing someone's ass, and he grinned
nervously as he thought about what he was about to face.
	James rounded the corner and rapped twice on the Captain's office
door.
	"Enter."
	James did so and crisply shut the door behind him.  He then turned
and stood before the Captain's desk at attention.
	"HM2 Crawford, reporting as ordered sir!"
	Just has he'd hoped, both men were in the room.  The 2nd Lt. stood
off to the side and behind the Capt.  His cammies were pressed and nearly
perfect.  His broad shoulders flexed as he examined James critically, and
looked for some exploitable flaw in his uniform or grooming.  He had blue
eyes and light brown hair, cut into a severe high-and-tight.  His skin was
tanned from constant exposure in the California deserts, and his legs were
as thick as young trees.  He found no obvious discrepancy in James'
appearance and so remained silent.
	"Petty officer Crawford."  Capt. Hanson said and leaned back in his
chair.  His green eyes settled on the sailor before him.  Hanson was nearly
the opposite of Lt. Kline.  He was slim, with a physique that would do
justice to an Olympic swimmer.  He swam and bicycled, in addition to
running the various courses around the base.  He was only 5'9" as opposed
to the Lt. towering 6'3".  But even with the difference in physical
presence, there was no doubt as to who was in charge.  "Tell me," he
continued, and pushed the requisition toward James, "what the fuck is this
piece of shit on my desk?"
	James saw Lt Kline's face twitch in a half-smile.  These guys got
off on power, and its displays.  The sailor kept himself from grinning only
with effort.  He took on a nervous appearance, playing the frightened
underling for the men.
	"Sir!  It's a requisition I sent in two days ago.  It's missing the
requisition number, prices for two items and I initialed instead of signing
it."  He didn't even look down at the form.
	The two men stared at him.
	"You, you knew what was wrong with the form?"  No malice was in
Lt. Kline's voice; only wonder and curiosity.
	"Yes sir."  Now James allowed himself to smile.  "I wanted an
audience with you both.  And I knew this was the way to get it."
	The Capt. stood.  "Crawford, you had better explain RIGHT NOW."
Shock had worn away and was replaced by anger as he stared at James.
	James came out of attention and turned to the door.  He closed the
blinds on the window there and turned back to the men.  An absolutely
predatory look rested in his gaze.  Captain Hanson dealt with power every
day, and felt an uneasy premonition wash over him.  This sailor didn't look
like he was about to be cowed by his rank.  Quite the opposite seemed to be
the case.
	"Crawford, what are you ..."
	"Gentlemen."  James cut off the man in mid-sentence.  "We all know
you are both lifers.  You revel in the rank, the brotherhood, and the
challenge of the corps."
	"I'm writing you up for disrespect, Crawford."  Lt. Kline's face
was red with anger.
	"No.  No I don't think so."  James said, somewhat evilly.  Both the
officers opened their mouths in surprise.  "If you don't do EXACTLY as I
tell you to do, you both will never advance in the corps again."  James
looked at each man in turn and waited for them to speak.
	"You don't have any power here, Crawford.  And now you're walking
yourself closer to an ass beating and a court-martial."  Capt. Hanson said,
but he felt like he was sitting at a poker game with a card shark.
	The grin stayed on James' face.  "All I have to do is walk out of
this office to the medical clinic, and tell the gossip hounds at the front
desk that I caught you two having sex."  The color drained from both
officers.  "It doesn't matter at all if it's true or not.  You both know
what that will do to your careers."
	"But ..." Lt. Kline stammered.  "Why would you ..."
	"Because I want something."  James said.  "Something simple and
painless, I assure you."
	Capt. Hanson's mind whirled.  He knew James was right.  If the
sailor were a shit-bag that nobody liked then it might not hurt them too
bad.  But he was an incredible asset to the battalion and the marines he
took care of.  His word was gospel.
	"What do you want?"  Hanson choked out, and glared at James.
	"Finally, the million dollar question."  James' face went
expressionless.  "All I want is to see you and Lt. Kline, kiss."
	Kline hadn't been shocked so many times in one day ever since he
could remember.  "Kiss?"  He looked incredulously at his Captain then back
to James.  "Why?"
	"I'm queer.  I like that kind of thing."  James eyed the men,
waiting to see if they were going to fight him on this, or comply.  Captain
Hanson was steadying himself with the back of his chair.
	"No."  Hanson shook his head.  "I can't do that."
	"Oh, you can."  James leaned back against the door.  "I'll make
sure no one comes in, and the blinds are closed."
	Kline recovered some cognitive function.  "That's all?  Nothing
more?  Just a kiss and you'll leave us alone?"
	"Yes sir."
	Hanson looked back at Kline with a pained expression.  Kline
shrugged.  "He's gone in two months, sir.  We can find a way out of this in
the meantime if he tries to get us to do anything more."
	Hanson looked back at James and grimaced in ill humor.  "Fuck you
Crawford."
	James grinned.  "No thank you sir.  All I asked for was a kiss."
	Hanson bridled and turned to his Lt.  "You want to do this?"
	"No."  Kline glanced at James.  "We don't really have much choice,
do we?"
	Hanson could see no way out.  He also didn't see a reason for James
to stick to his promise either.  `I'll find a way to expose him as a fag to
the battalion, and that'll discredit him.' He thought.  `In the meantime
guess I'm kissing Kline.'
	Bitterly unhappy, Hanson motioned Kline to come to him.  The
apprehensive expression on the big man's face as he approached would have
been comical if the same hadn't been etched on his own.
	"Put your arm around his waist."  Jason's eyes were wide open and
his dick was so hard it hurt.  "Pull him in close to you, shut your eyes
and kiss him.  REALLY kiss him."
	"All right, damn it!"  Hanson growled.  He put his hand on the
small of Kline's back and slowly pulled his unwilling Lt. to him until
their hips and chests touched.
	"Just do it and get it done."  The Lt. breathed.  Hanson had never
seen the man so pale before.
	"Here we go."  Hanson reached up and pulled Kline's head down to
his own.  He closed his eyes and gently touched his lips to Kline's.
	A sharp click snapped across the room, and a bright light flashed.
They pulled apart to see the sailor stuffing a digital camera into his
pocket.
	"Both of you will be at my apartment this weekend, Saturday at
1000, sharp."  He opened the door as the stunned men looked on.  "If either
of you isn't there, this picture gets emailed to the general himself."  He
exited the room, shut the door quickly and strode away through the
warehouse.
	Hanson glared at the door, picked up the bogus requisition, and
flung it at the garbage.
	"FUCK!"