Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 06:04:22 -0500
From: Jim <zarek@roadrunner.com>
Subject: The Submariner - Chapter 1

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The Submariner

Chapter 1: Training

James P. Bolt



Training has already gone on for two months, it's been rough but we are
tough. Captain Kirk walked over to our table the other day while in the
mess and I commented about his name making me think of the Star Trek
movies, you know, the ones with Chris Pine playing James Tiberius
Kirk. "Son, how old are you?" he asked.

"I turned eighteen a month before I graduated from school, sir," I replied.

The captain looked right at me and I swallowed hard, "Then you probably
can't tell me who played the original James T. Kirk, can you?"

I grinned, "Yes sir, his name was William Shatner. I have an aunt who lives
next door to his ranch in Kentucky."

"Yet you comment about my name reminding you of the movie with Chris Pine?
Are you not aware that my first name is William?" The captain had a
dumbfounded look on his face.

"Honest to God sir, I've only heard you called Captain Kirk. I see the
connection, and guess that your parents were, what was the word back then,
a `trekkie'?"

"Yes they were, but they didn't want to name me James. They worried that I
would get picked on and such, so they gave me the actor's first name."

"That's cool sir, thank you for sharing that. As much as I already respect
you, I think you made it go up a notch somehow."

"What's your name, son?" Uh Oh, I think I just put myself on the Captain's
radar.

"My name is Crewman Drage, sir, Crewman Zarek Drage."

The captain had a weird look on his face, "Drage, I believe that is Danish,
but isn't Zarek Greek?"

I kinda chuckled as I explained my name to him, "Yes sir, on both accounts,
Drage is Danish and means `dragon'. Zarek is in the book of names as Greek
and means `God protect our king', but that's not how my parents came up
with the name."

"You see some humor in this, so you have me curious," our CO stated.

"My parents were also Star Trek fans when I was born, sir. They were fond
of Mr. Spock and my dad's name is Zack, so they wanted to create a Vulcan
name for Zack. Spock's father was named Sarek so they took that, dropped
the S and added a Z. That is how they came up with Zarek for my name." The
captain grinned as I finished telling him.

"Zarek, you may hate me before you get on that sub. I am personally going
to see to your training. You will work harder than anyone else, but when
you are done, you will be twice as good as everyone else."

"Sir, knowing that you are doing it to make me better and not that I've
done something wrong, I will put my best effort in to make you proud that
you chose me, sir."

After the CO left our table, he walked onto the platform. "Good morning
Crewmen, most of you have already met me. For those that haven't, I am
Captain Kirk. I will be the CO of the sub once she is completed. I have
good news and bad news. The good news is that we have decided on a name for
the sub. With it being a science research vessel, the owner and I were
trying to come up with a really good name that reflected that. Well, a few
of you chuckled when I told you my name. I am discovering that there will
be more and more Star Trek references aboard the boat, so we decided to
dedicate the boat to the science officer from Star Trek. No, it will not be
the SSN Spock, but instead, we decided to name it after the late actor who
played him. Our boat will be named the SSN Leonard S Nimoy."

Captain Kirk was starting to step down from the platform when another
crewman yelled, "Sir, what's the bad news?"

Kirk stopped where he was and looked around the chow hall. He looked in my
direction and smiled, "Actually, whether it is bad news depends on how you
look at it. A part needed for the Nimoy is out of stock and having to be
fabricated. The crew doing the overhaul says that this will push the job
back about three months giving us seven months before we get underway. IF
you want to look on the bright side, that means three extra months of
training. You will be better prepared for whatever we may encounter. With
this delay, we were able to schedule about half of you to go to Nuke
school. The Navy has agreed to perform this training in exchange for some
of their officers being aboard the boat."

With that, the captain stepped down. He came back over to my table and told
me to finish up. After I ate my last bite, I took my tray to be washed and
then followed the CO. For the next six hours, he had me training harder
than I ever did with the rest of the crewmen. I sat at the helm, I played
out a hose to put out fires a few times, and all sorts of things that I
can't tell you for security reasons. And if I screwed up, I had to do
push-ups. I was so exhausted before I returned to the dorms, or rather
barracks.

I opened the door, walked over to my rack and flopped down on it. Jake
looked at me and grimaced, "Dude, you need a shower. No offense, but... You
stink."

"I know I do, but I don't think I have the strength to go take one." I
replied.

Jake got out of his rack and removed my boots and socks. Then he turned me
over and sat me up so he could slip my shirt over my head. I'm not really
sure how I should have reacted, but I was enjoying this. After my shirt was
off, Jake undid my pants and yanked them off, along with my briefs. Once I
was completely naked, Jake took his own clothes off. Let me tell you, he
has one hell of a nice body, all five feet ten inches of him. Think of the
most attractive body you can and Jake is ten times better looking.

Jake pulled me up and almost literally carried me to the showers. He leaned
me against the wall, then locked both doors so no one could come in on
us. Once he had the water to where he was pleased with it, he forced me
into the shower. I stood there and I guess I smiled or something because
before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and I felt his tongue doing
research inside my mouth.

I wished that the kiss was longer, but Jake pulled away and looked at me,
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, but I've wanted to ever since I met
you."

Now I know that I grinned when he said that, but I didn't say
anything. Instead, I pulled him tight against me. My twenty-one-inch cock,
yes, I said twenty-one inch. It's my story, I can imagine my cock three
times its real length if I want. Fine, my seven-inch cock was pressed
against his nine inches. Are you happy now? My arms were wrapped around
him, pulling his chest against mine. I looked into his blue eyes with brown
specks, they were gorgeous. He took the hint and pressed his lips to mine
again and I felt his tongue.

Next, Jake told me to kneel so he could wash my hair. I knelt alright, but
there it was right in front of me, nine inches of eighteen-year-old boy
meat. I had never sucked one before but was curious. I hoped that since he
initiated the first kiss, he wouldn't freak, but I took what I could of his
dick, tried swallowing it and gagged. Jake just washed my hair as though
what we were doing was totally normal. How did I get so lucky as to share a
space with the most handsome guy ever?

After Jake was done washing my hair and I swallowed a load of his young
spunk, he washed the rest of my body. I think he was getting ideas because
he used a lot of soap in my ass. Jake whispered in my ear, "If this hurts
too much, say something and I will stop."

It did hurt at first, but I kept quiet. I've always heard that the first
time really hurts but then gives way to pleasure. I'm not sure what he was
rubbing in my ass with his cock, but it made my cock stand at attention and
I even shot a load against the shower wall.

When the shower was done, Jake unlocked both doors and moved me back to my
rack. He got in my locker and pulled a clean pair of skivvies out. To my
dismay, he didn't put them on me, he just tossed them, hitting me in the
face. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope that I'm too tired to
shower every night," I joked. Jake just grinned at me as he got dressed.

After Jake was dressed, he started pulling a fresh uniform out of my
locker. "You need to get dressed so we can go to the chow hall for
supper. I hear that the new XO will be introduced and giving a
speech. Com'n, you have twenty minutes."

Jokingly, I told Jake, "I bet supper won't be as good as the snack I had a
few minutes ago."

"Yeah well, everyone needs to be down in the mess so get a move on. After
Ryan goes to sleep, I wouldn't mind getting to know you better," Jake gave
me a wink. I hurried to get dressed, then Jake and I rushed down to get our
chow.  We barely made it.

As we sat down with our chow, Captain Kirk walked onto the platform, "It
looks like everyone made it, and this makes me happy. Our XO arrived today
and will be introducing himself in just a few minutes. He is a naval
officer, one of the ones I mentioned earlier. All of you will answer to him
just as you do me. Commander, would you like to take the stage?"

"Thank you Captain," the XO started, "My name is Lieutenant Commander Larry
Hooker, but you may call me Commander Hooker, or just Commander. For those
wondering, yes I do have a brother Darrell, but not another brother
Darrell." He paused while some of us chuckled. Jake and I didn't get the
joke until someone older told us about Larry, his brother Darrell and his
other brother Darrell on an old TV show.

The XO continued telling us a little about himself, "As Captain Kirk
stated, I am in the Navy. I joined back in 2001, when I was merely twenty
years old. I wanted to join the Navy all my life. My parents talked about a
relative of mine, though distant, who served aboard a Destroyer during the
Vietnam War. I don't know if he did anything heroic, but the way my dad
talked, he was a hero. He was my inspiration and reason for joining.  Now,
I know that this isn't the U.S. Navy, but let me make one thing clear. I
would advise you to think like the Navy does. We have been doing this since
long before I was born, let alone you. Follow the Navy's example and you
have a better chance of survival."

I looked at Jake and told him the XO did make a good point. Fortunately,
the officers were either current Navy or former Navy and all had served
aboard a sub before. We were being trained as close to the way the Navy
trains without actually being in. The only real difference is, we could
quit or be fired without going through a court martial or discharge of any
sorts.

After Chow, we here given a few hours of personal time, but then they
wanted us doing some night training at twenty-two hundred hours. For those
of you who don't know military time, that's ten at night. They say,
whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. By the time our sub is ready,
I'll either be dead or very strong. I'm hoping for the latter.

As Jake and I got back to our space, Ryan Martin was standing at his locker
in his dress uniform. We looked at him puzzled and Jake finally spoke,
"Dude, we have more training in just over three hours. Where are you
going?"

"I'm taking my other uniform with me. Hopefully I make it to training, but
Officer Kelly Jenkins invited me to her house," Ryan informed us. "If I'm
late to training, start without me."

I voiced my concerns, "Dude, dating an officer? Is that wise?"

"This isn't the Navy. She's a beautiful woman and I'm the best looking guy
on the planet. I can't deny her this," Ryan was trying to make us sick, I
was sure of it. Jake actually ran to the toilet and vomited.

"Dude, you are far from the best looking guy on the planet," I stated
without even thinking.

"What, have you been checking me out? You're not one of them fags are you?"
he asked. He left before I had a chance to answer. I heard Jake brush his
teeth and gargle before he came out of the shitter. I decided to strip and
lay in his rack.

When Jake came out, he didn't even look at me, he was staring at my rack
and inquired, "Did he really say that he was the best looking guy? Has he
even looked in the mirror?"

"He did and I doubt it. I've seen orangutans eating their own feces that
looked more attractive than him. You, on the other hand," Jake jumped when
I spoke as he wasn't expecting the voice to come from his rack. When he saw
me, he smiled and got naked.

Climbing into his rack, we started kissing. Jake knows how to kiss, that's
for sure. He leaves me breathless and wanting more. Jake started kissing
down my neck, and I may have felt teeth. If he's a vampire, he can have as
much of my blood as he wants. I felt Jake working my nipples; sucking,
licking nibbling, until they both were rock hard. Then he kissed down my
abs until his tongue did some research in my naval navel. I crack myself up
sometimes.

As Jake got to my rock hard cock, I looked down at him, "Don't I get any
dessert?"

"Nope, not this time," he stated and my pouting didn't do any good because
he wasn't looking. Since I wasn't getting his cock, my hands played in his
luscious black hair. I was so glad that we aren't Navy and having to get
military haircuts. I just love Jake's hair the way it is.

Just as I started feeding Jake my load, the fire alarm went off. I knew
Jake was hot, but I didn't think the alarms would go off because of him. He
finished up and we slipped our skivvies on. We ran out into the hall and
there was a guy who must have been in the shower. He was dripping water and
looked like he only had a towel wrapped around him.

Some of the crewmen started running outside. I looked at Jake, "We have to
find the fire and put it out. If we were on the sub, it would be our job."

"You have a point, and I don't think this fire just happened. I think this
is a test," Jake concurred.

We found the fire, it was several trash cans in an empty room. Eight other
crewmen helped us and we got the fire out. Chief Barker started
clapping. He's our COB, or Chief of the Boat. He told us to get dressed and
make our way to the training session.

Following orders, Jake and I were at the session at twenty-one
forty-eight. We didn't see Ryan anywhere around. At five minutes before the
hour, COB stood on the back of a company truck. Did I forget to mention, we
weren't in a building this time. COB waited for a few stragglers, but right
at twenty-two hundred hours, Cob started to speak. "Thank you everyone for
being on time. I appreciate those of you who were five minutes early or
more. My on time is actually five minutes early." I made a mental note of
that, not that it really mattered, I consider myself late if not five
minutes early.

"Tonight, we had a fire. Some of you ran outside but ten of you realized
that the fire needed to be put out. Crewman Daniels, are you any relation
to Jack?" Everyone chuckled.

"My dad's name is Jack, Chief," Jake started, "but we are no relation that
I am aware of to the ones who make the alcohol." Everyone laughed even
more.

"Damn, well if they ever send you any, you best share with me," COB
grinned.

"I will, Chief," Jake answered.

"You were one of the crewmembers who helped put out the fire. Why?" COB
asked.

Jake smiled before answering, "Crewman Drage advised me that if we were on
the sub, firemen wouldn't be coming and it would be our job to put it
out. I concurred and thought it might have been a test."

"And you were right, it was a, well, hello Mr. Martin. I'm so glad that you
felt this session was important enough to be here on time," COB did not
look happy.

"I'm here," Ryan stated.

"Yes, yes you are, only ten minutes late. You may go back to your space and
pack your bags. If you can't be on time, you will not be a part of my
crew," COB seemed strict, but I understand the need, especially with Ryan's
attitude. Hopefully, I'll never be late, but if I am, I hope to have an
excuse that he will understand. "Now, where was I before the intrusion? Oh
yes, It was a test. The ten crewmen who put out the fire, you are dismissed
for the night. Rest of you, we will be running fire drills for the next
four hours. You will be told there is a fire and approximately where it
is. I will time you to see how long it takes to put out the fire. And
another fire may or may not start at the same time. You never know."

"COB," Crewman Lafayette spoke up, "I want to thank you for dismissing us
for our action, but would it be acceptable if I stay? More training will
only make me better, Chief."

"Yes, by all means. If you want to train to be better, I am happy to
oblige," the COB seemed happy for once. All ten of us stayed. I was still
tired from the training that the Captain gave me, but there was no way I
was going back to my space at this time. When the session was over, Jake
may have to shower me again, that is, IF he has the strength to do it
himself.