Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 05:45:09 -0500
From: Jim <zarek@roadrunner.com>
Subject: The Submariner - Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This story is fictional.  All characters were made up and any
similarities are just coincidental.  This is gay romance between older
teenage boys, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's about their
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The Submariner

Chapter 3: OCS

James P. Bolt



I couldn't believe that the Captain decided to make Jake and I officers,
even after he found out that we were gay. We left his office and went to
morning chow as he ordered.  A cook was just unlocking the door as we
approached.  "Are the rest coming right behind you?"

Jake spoke first, "We haven't a clue, we were in a meeting with the Captain
instead of at PT."

"OK, then, come get it while it's hot. I'm sure the rest will be arriving
soon enough."

Jake and I grabbed our trays and went down the line. After we had our food,
we sat at a table and talked while we ate. I found out that Jake has two
favorite colors and his favorite number is eight. And I think he likes
bacon because he kept snatching mine. I have a piece of meat he can suck
on.

OK, during our meal, I found out a lot about Jake and he found out some
things about me. After we finished eating, I went back to our space. I'm
not sure what Jake did, but he didn't come in until ten or fifteen minutes
after me.  Maybe he stopped to use the shitter or something.

When Jake came through the door, I was already naked and climbing into my
rack. He came over and grabbed my ass. At first, I was a little nervous
thinking, "What if Ryan comes in?" But then we looked where his bag was and
noticed it gone. We later learned that he had to be forced to leave and he
had made threats against the COB and the Captain.

Jake removed all of his clothes as well and joined me in my rack. I was the
little spoon and I thought I felt Jake playing with his cock. I was about
to say something but Jake just said, "Shhhh," and I felt him fingering my
ass with something wet. Then his cock snaked its way into my ass. It still
felt sore as he did it, but not as painful as the first time, and once he
was all the way in, he waited a few seconds before he started fucking me
and then the pain gave way to pleasure.

I won't go into details, I'll just say that after Jake shot his load up my
ass, he stayed inside me as we drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure what time
Jake awoke, but he woke me up at eleven hundred and we started getting
ready for mid-chow before heading to meet the Captain at thirteen hundred
for our training.

We arrived with fifteen minutes to kill, but Captain Kirk was already
there. "I'm glad that you gentlemen are early. I wanted to tell you that
when Franklin said that you wouldn't be getting on the sub for six months,
he wasn't aware yet that the sub won't even launch for seven more
months. The Blue Team won't be taking her out for nine months."

"We were wondering, sir. We know that yesterday you said seven months, but
we, or at least I thought maybe they found the necessary part after all," I
stated and Jake agreed.

I think, since there were two of us and Captain Kirk wanted to make us
officers, he stepped up the training a degree. We learned a few things
about the sub, but he also started adding things we need to know in the way
of leadership. I think the most important thing that Captain Kirk taught
us, he worked right alongside us. He didn't just tell us to do it. We had
him setting an example, and when one of us screwed up, everybody did
push-ups, including Captain Kirk. His words, "Never ask a crewman to do
something that you haven't done or won't do. They will respect you more
because of it." I think I see his point because I do respect him more. And
I bet not many Captains in the military will do push-ups with you when you
screw up.

I hope you don't mind, but so I'm not repeating our activities, I'm going
to jump ahead a few weeks to when we finally went to the training facility
to be officers. The Nimoy Officer Candidate School was the official name
that Franklin called the facility to which we reported. The building was
about ten miles south of San Diego and it was shaped like a sub. Even the
insides were designed to resemble a submarine to enhance our training. The
only real difference was there were no crewmen spaces, only officer
quarters. And just like on our boat, each one slept two

It had taken a few hours for us to get here. Captain Kirk drove the bus
down to the facility. Until we arrived, we didn't know that even he had
gear stowed on the bus, as he was staying. We all thought that the Captain
might help instruct, but nope. He took the course right along with us. He
said that it was the best way to see that we were properly trained. I think
it has to do with what he said about not asking your men to do something
you haven't done. We all know that he went to the Navy's OCS, or one of the
other two ways in which you can become an officer in the US Navy, but while
this will be similar, the course will be twice as long and geared to help
even us that are fresh out of high school learn what we need.

Captain Kirk told all of the instructors to treat him just like any of us,
with one exception. He had to travel every so often to our main complex to
check on things. I almost died when one of the instructors got right in his
face barking orders, but in true to fashion, Captain Kirk set the example
and did as he was told. When I am a leader, I want to set the same example
as the Captain is setting for us.

Our officer candidates consisted of both male and female. Counting the
Captain, there were eleven candidates training. The rest of the officers
will be Active Navy personnel. For our very first class we were separated
as our uniform was a towel wrapped around our waist and shower shoes, more
commonly known as flip flops. The women probably had their towels around
their breasts as well. Metal chairs were set up in the shower room, and
they felt cold on our backs. The instructor stood before us.

"Men, this is not really a part of you becoming officers, but if you're
going to serve aboard a submarine, you need to know how to take a submarine
shower. I know many of you think that you know how to shower, but aboard a
submarine, fresh water isn't as available as you might think. So, to
conserve water, you will run it only long enough to wet your hair and skin,
then you will turn it off and suds up. Turn the water back on long enough
to rinse off. We will spend an hour practicing this technique here and then
you are expected to follow this technique the entire time you are
here. Hopefully, I needn't remind anyone that we are not in high school."

"There are six shower heads and seven candidates here," the instructor
began, "Since one of you has experience serving aboard a sub, so maybe you
would like to sit out on this lesson?"

The Captain raised his hand to speak and waited until the instructor
acknowledged him. "Would it be helpful if I demonstrated to these men how
the submarine shower is actually done? I mean, you explained it very well,
but some might understand better if they see how it is done."

"That is an excellent idea," the instructor agreed.

Captain Kirk stood up; leaving his towel on his chair, he approached one of
the showers. I was amazed at how little water the CO used to wet his entire
body. It also amazed me how good his body looked without his uniform
on. All in all, I think the CO took five minutes to do his shower. The
instructor congratulated him on such a fine demonstration. I wanted to
congratulate him on such a fine body. He's not as attractive as Jake, but
he is definitely a good-looking man.

The instructor told us to leave our towel on our chairs like the Captain
did and see if we could follow his example. Ernie Raye may not be staying
with us for long, he seemed more immature than a new born baby. "Can the
Captain do his demonstration again, I kinda was distracted with his cock
swinging. How long is that thing anyway?" he asked.

Jake and I just shook our heads, the other guys chuckled and one called
out, "Fag." The Captain responded, "Just never you mind. The only one who
needs to know its length is my wife. And whoever called out `fag'; that
will not be tolerated once you are on the boat."

The instructor spoke to the Captain before turning to speak to us,
"Captain, I know that you're not saying anything about around here because
you want to be treated like any other candidate, so I will. That will not
be tolerated here as well. This is the only warning you will
receive. Anyone caught calling another candidate a derogatory name whether
it start with `f', `n' or any other letter of the alphabet will be sent
back to the main facility. It will then be up to the Captain and
Mr. Fredericks whether you stay on as a crewman, but you will not be
allowed back here to become an officer. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," we all called out.

"Sir? I am not an officer. All of you except the Captain, drop and give me
twenty," the instructor yelled.

"If they are doing push-ups, so am I," the Captain made clear.

"Very well, then. For the record, I am Gunnery Sergeant Leonard Travis,
United States Marines, retired. You may call me Gunny, or Gunnery
Sergeant. Under no circumstances will you call me sir."

"Captain," a good-looking guy, looks like he may be fresh out of high
school as well, called out after we did our push-ups and headed for the
showers, "If you are being a candidate as well, do we still call you
Captain or sir?"

"Excellent point, what's your name son?" the Captain responded.

"Eli Rodgers, sir," the young candidate replied.

"Eli, and the rest of you, while we are here, I have no problem if you call
me William, Will or Bill, however, any person calling me Willy or Billy,
expect to get shot. When we are aboard the boat or at the main complex, it
is Captain or sir."

We practiced over and over how to do the submarine showers. If someone
would have told me that we needed to train on how to shower before I
started, I would have thought they were nuts, but I can understand the need
to not keep the water running, wasting it, aboard a submarine. We also
watched a video of what happens when they blow the sewage from the toilets
and if someone flushes the toilet at the same time. It was not a pretty
sight. I hope that neither Jake nor I do that.

After watching the video, we went back to our quarters to get ready for
chow. I don't know if it was luck or if the Captain had anything to do with
room assignments, but I was sharing my officers' quarters with Jake. We
hurried to get dressed and headed down to the mess deck. I figure that
since this is a simulated submarine, I should call it that instead of a
chow hall even though we are still on dry land. I'm wondering how many
people will be hungry after seeing that shit blow up into someone's face.

We started to head in to get our food and the Captain stopped us, "Where
are you heading?"

I decided to try out using the Captain's name, "We're heading to eat,
William, care to join us?"

"I realize that you're used to going into the chow hall at the complex, but
you will be an officer aboard the boat, so you will have your meals in the
wardroom," William told us. That sounds so weird. I wonder if he would get
upset if I stick with Captain or sir.

We walked into the wardroom and every plate had a sheet of paper with a
name on it. Jake was seated right of the head. His paper stated that he was
not to sit or eat until the Captain does. My seat was the head of the
table. The sheet of paper had my name on it and it read, "Zarek Drage, you
are acting Captain for today. No one else is to sit until you do and no one
may eat until you've taken you first bite. Enjoy, for tomorrow someone else
will be the acting captain."

I thought that was cool and decided that I wasn't sitting until everyone
was in the wardroom. Captain Kirk stayed in the passageway directing
everyone to the wardroom instead of letting them go to the crewmen's
mess. Once everyone was in, and the Captain joined us, I took my seat and
so did everyone else. It was cool, instead of going through a line to get
our food, the mess staff, or rather stewards, brought our food to us.

While we ate, there was a lot of chitchat. I think some of the ladies may
have soiled their panties when Eli looked at the Captain and asked, "So do
you prefer William, Will or Bill?"

Then they were in shock when the Captain answered, "My family calls me
Bill, my friends call me Will, and associates call me William."

Amie Kiser was the first lady to speak, "Does that mean we no longer call
you Captain?"

"I'm sorry," the Captain looked apologetic, "You weren't with us when I
told the guys that they can call me William, Will or Bill while we are
here. For now, consider me a candidate just like you, but once we leave
here, it will be back to Captain or sir."

"So Willy," one of the girls said. All of us guys stopped what we were
doing and were ready to dive whenever the bullets start.

The Captain spoke in a calm but demanding voice, "My name is NOT
Willy. While we are here, you may call me William, Will, Bill, Captain or
sir, but never ever call me Willy or Billy. Next person that does will be
dismissed and never return. Do I make myself clear?"

The girl apologized, almost in tears, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't know you
would have an issue with it."

The Captain chuckled, "I can be a prick or a dick when I need to be, but I
am never a Willy."

I looked at the Captain, "So Will, what training will be after our meal?"

The Captain gave a puzzled look, "I can think of several things it could
be, but I am a candidate right now just as you are, so I don't
know. Remember, I am going through this with you so I can see how they
train and maybe give some advice."

"I understand, but do you have any thoughts on what classes we might have
first, after the showers, what we should learn?" I rephrased my question.

The Captain chuckled, "Again, I know what you should learn if this were a
Navy OCS, but I haven't a clue what we will be learning here, regardless of
how you ask."

"OK, if this were a Navy OCS, what would we learn?" I tried.

"That I can answer," the Captain responded and started describing a few of
the classes that the Navy teaches at OCS. As he was telling us about
different classes that he had to take in the Navy, a man wearing what looks
like a silver oak leaf walked into the wardroom. Thinking of the various
ranks, I remember the silver oak leaf as being a commander.

He looked around at all of us, "I trust that you are doing well. My name is
Commander Montgomery. If this were the Navy, I would be the officer for
this class. As is, I was assigned by the Navy to be in charge of training
officers. Should any of you desire to join the Navy after leaving here,
this will NOT replace OCS; however, you will receive some credit for
completing this course.  Seeing how you will be serving aboard a submarine,
have you had your shower demonstration yet?"

"Yes sir, right before coming to chow," I responded. I was about to ask
what our next class was but he began to speak again and I knew better than
to interrupt.

"Excellent, I know this is your first day so we wanted to get the shower
demonstration out of the way. You have your quarters assigned, make sure
all of your gear is properly stowed and the rest of today is yours. We do
have a car you can use if some of you want to visit San Diego to the
north. We will begin actual training at 0500 and you will have your heads
so crammed full of information that some of you may explode."

Captain Kirk looked at the Commander, "Commander, what will we be training
on in the morning?"

The commander answered with a grin, "We will start every day with an hour
of PT, then have morning chow. After chow tomorrow, you will go to a
classroom for Academics. I believe tomorrow, you will be going over "Sea
Power". For those who have never been to OCS, that's a history of the US
Navy starting with how ships played a part in the American Revolution up to
the present.  I see no reason to practice marching, unless you think it's
necessary, sir."

Kirk replied to the commander, "The only purpose, in my opinion, for
marching amongst this group would be to get a mindset of working
together. That can be achieved in so many ways."