Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 23:25:27 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Woody #5

WOODY
By
Lee Mariner

JANUARY 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story intended for adult readers only. It
depicts homosexual acts between young men. All characters are fictional and
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
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Chapter #5

The wind had started picking up when we left our station and the water was
slightly choppy. There was a smell of rain and the clouds had thickened. The
windsock on the Yard Office roof was blowing straight out indicating a
pretty stiff off shore breeze making docking a little tricky.

Woody was standing amidships where he could bring the spring line aboard He
wasn't wearing his white hat but I wasn't worried about that. Our berth was
on the downwind side and the off shore breeze wasn't going to be very
helpful in getting the boat up to the dock.

"Woody." I called out. "Get a heaving line and have it standing by in case
we need it. This breeze is going to make it a little rough docking."

I didn't have time to check on him but he was pretty savvy. Glancing aft I
saw Parker standing outside of the engine room hatch instead of standing by
down below.

"Parker, get your ass down by your engines." I hollered making a quick
mental note to jump his ass after we were safely moored.

We were only making 5 knots headway and I could see we were going to have a
hard time at that speed. Kicking the revs up to 7 knots helped and I
breathed a little easier when the bow started swinging too starboard
(right). Pearson and another seaman were standing by on the pier and I heard
Woody call out to him.

"Pearson, I might need to use a heaving line for the spring so watch for
it."

"Just standby with that line Woody, I might be able to get us in close
enough you won't need it." I called out.

I reversed the bow swing at the same time we reached the end of the pier.
Spinning the help hard to starboard, I dropped the port(left) engine to idle
and while watching the stern I kicked the starboard engine full ahead when
the outboard swing stopped and with a quick flip of both engine controls I
reversed starboard and kicked port full ahead. The stern swung too port and
just as the boat touched the pier I idled both engines hollering "Now Woody,
grab the line." I had one hand hovering over the port engine throttle
waiting for him and when he called back that the spring line was fastened, I
pushed the throttle ahead slow holding the boat against the pier while
Woody, Pearson and the other seaman fastened the bow and stern lines. When I
saw the lines were in place, I kicked the port engine into idle and switched
off. When the engines died I jumped down on deck looking down channel.

The 647 boat was passing the outer turn buoy and from the lack of a bow wave
I could tell Clayton, her skipper, was planing and not reducing speed.

"Pearson." I called.

"Yeah Steve. Hey that was real pretty the way you brought her in."

"Who's that with you?"

"New man Steve, he reported in after you went downriver this morning."

"Where are the 647 line handlers?"

"It's after liberty call and the Chief let everyone go. He kept White and me
here until the night crew comes down from chow."

"Take him with you and get over on 647's pier. Clayton is coming in too
fast."

"Want me to go with them Steve." Woody said from behind me.

"Yeah, just to be on the safe side and you guys be careful. Clayton is on
the downwind side like us and he gets a little rattled when he can't get in
close."

Woody jumped over on the pier and I went back up to the pilothouse. Holding
my binoculars with one hand and the radio microphone with the other I
watched Clayton skimming up the channel riding the boats wake swell.

"647, there's about a 10 or 15 knot steady offshore wind blowing across the
basin."

"Thanks Steve, I can see the windsock. Are the line handlers standing by?"

Just as I was going to answer, the radio crackled and a gruff voice spoke.
"Cut your speed 647 or your wake swell will drive you into the pier. There's
a crew waiting for you at your pier."

"Aye, aye Sir." Clayton answered.

Recognizing the Yard Commanders voice. I put my microphone back in its
storage slot. Commander Longman would watch Clayton until he was tied up.

"Clayton better be careful Steve. Remember the last time he hit the seawall
coming in too fast? Cost him a stripe."

"Yeah Parker, I remember. What are you still doing on board?" I said,
watching Clayton's approach.

"You said you wanted to check the engine room." He answered a little
sullenly.

I lowered my glasses looking at Parker. "I'll check it after the 647 is
docked Parker. You can go ashore after you bring me the logbooks. And
Parker, remember what we were talking about earlier today?"

"Yeah, what about it?"
"I don't want to hear it again unless you can prove what you are saying. Do
we understand each other or do I have to make it an order and let the Chief
know what we were talking about."

"No need for that Steve, I was just shooting my mouth off. I'll get the log
books."

"Don't shoot it off again." I said lifting the glasses to my eyes.

Any good coxswain should know what a "wake swell" is, a thick roll of water
that follows behind a boat at full speed. When a boats speed is cut from
full ahead to idle, the swell will follow lifting and rolling under the
boat. Just as the swell lifts the stern you kick the engines into full ahead
speed and ride the roll, it's a lot like surfing. The speed of the boat
combined with the speed of the rolling water allows the boats
screws(propellers) to bite deeper and it creates a skimming effect. It can
be tricky to handle and Clayton should know better than use the maneuver in
confined waters. His boat had rammed into a seawall when he cut his speed
late once before.

I could see the sudden creamy froth at the bow of his boat when he cut his
speed but I followed the rolling swell with my glasses. At low tide he had
created a thick swell and I braced myself as it lifted my boat causing the
mooring lines to snap taut. "Damn Clayton, you're a fool." I muttered.

After my boat settled down I ran too the 647 pier where the crew I had sent
was waiting but no one else. "Shit." I growled out loud. "Where is
everybody?"

The 648 boat was bobbing like a cork at its pier. Her lines were holding but
I could hear the other smaller boats groaning and crashing against their
piers as the swell rolled down the seawall.

Clayton was have a hard time getting his boat lined up with the pier and the
offshore wind wasn't helping. Every time he tried angling his boat, the wind
pushed him away. Until he got the bow close enough to get a line over we
could only watch.

It took a good half an hour before Clayton finally got his boat to where
Jackson, his deck hand, could throw us a line. The worst was when Clayton
increased his speed and the 647 shot ahead aiming for the center of the pier
and we only had his bowline in hand.

Pearson and Woody were running up the pier with the line as Jackson fed it
out. I heard the boats engines reverse but his forward momentum was to fast.

"Woody, Pearson" I hollered. "Bring that line back here, she's coming in too
fast. Use the spring line cleat."

The threatening rain started coming down making things worse. Woody and
Pearson threw a few quick turns around the cleat and just in time, the line
snapped as taut as a violin bowstring pulling the bow into the pier.

"Clayton." I hollered. "Use you starboard engine and get your stern in
closer so we can get the spring line."

We could see he was frustrated from the way he was moving around in the
pilothouse. I knew he had heard me when the stern slowly swung in to the
pier.

"Woody, feed that bow line out as she swings."

Using the starboard engine and feeding the bowline out the stern swung in
and Jackson threw us the spring line. The new man helped me tie it to one of
the pier pilings. Clayton jumped down on deck from the pilothouse but I
ordered him back to his station.

"Get you ass up in that pilot house until we get this boat tied up Clayton.
Jackson, walk that stern line up here. Pearson, hold that line tight but
don't belay it. Woody, give me a hand here."

I'd forgotten about the new man standing behind me. "What's your name, I
didn't catch it?"

"White sir." He said wide-eyed and scared too death.

"Give Pearson a hand with his line."

"Yes sir."

"Jackson, what in hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get the stern line too you but the deck is slippery."
I had forgotten the rain in the excitement of trying to get Clayton's boat
tied up. It was coming down in sheets blown by the wind.  For a brief moment
I was going to tell Woody to jump on board and help Jackson but I hollered,
"Hook that line over your shoulder and use the hand lines Jackson."

Following my instructions he finally managed to get the line to where Woody
and I were waiting. I could see the boy was scared when I looked at him.
After we secured the stern line to another piling I hooked my hand under
Woody's web belt.

"Jackson, reach over and help Woody on board." I said looking at Woody. He
was wondering what I was doing. "When you get on board Joey, take Jackson to
the stern and as the boat moves forward pull that line in. Be careful back
there, the deck is slippery from this rain. I don't want you falling
overboard or getting hurt."

Jackson grabbed Woody's wrist and I held him by his belt as he pulled him on
board.

"Pearson, standby. Clayton, put her in idle and we'll walk her on in and
keep your wheel hard too starboard." I hollered.

I knew the boat would move ahead from the positive rotation of the screws.
We could hold her in position and shift the lines as she moved with the wind
helping us by blowing in from her starboard side. With Woody and Jackson
working the stern line and Pearson and White on the bow line as she moved
there wasn't any danger she might break loose as long as the lines were kept
taut. It took about 15 minutes and we had the lines where they should be and
I told Clayton to cut his engines.

With the boat secured, Clayton left the pilothouse coming to where I was
standing with the other men.

"Damn Lewis. I sure was lucky you got in ahead of me." He said nervously.

"Woody, Pearson, White. Check the small craft and make sure their lines are
secure. They were rocking like hell from the 647's swell. Jackson, make sure
your lines are secure before you come ashore." I said calmer then I felt.

When they had left I turned to Clayton. "Luck's ass Clayton, you are a
fucking idiot."

"But. . . . Lewis!!" He stammered.

"No buts, keep your mouth shut. You know you don't plane when you are in the
inner channel and you cut your speed too 5 knots at the turn buoy. There are
5 patrol boats and 11 small craft in the basin and planing like you were
creates a swell that follows your boat. That swell don't stop when you cut
your speed, it keeps right on rolling until it hits the seawall or rolls up
on the beach. Every boat in this basin, including mine, were thrown around
like corks from your stupidity. I should put you on report and let the
Skipper decide what to do with you for violating standing orders, his
orders. One damn thing is for sure Clayton; you won't take another boat out
as long as I am the leading petty officer of the boat crews. You got that?"

"Lewis, I'm sorry but I was trying to get in before the weather got any
worse."

"That is no excuse Petty Officer Clayton." A gruff voice said from behind
me.

Turning around we saw Commander Longman.

"Sorry sir, I didn't know you were there." I said.

"How could you in this weather and it's getting worse. I saw your crew
checking the other boats but you better have them double up. The forecast is
for heavy winds and rain with a higher then normal tide. Do you know where
Chief Martin and the rest of the yard crew are?"

"No sir. Pearson told me that he had let the crew go early and kept him and
a new man here until the regular night crew came on duty."

"So I see." He said. "Make sure those lines are doubled Lewis and Clayton,
you report to my office at 1000 hours Monday morning. Good work Lewis. You
and your men get out of those wet clothes as soon as you can."

"Aye, aye Sir, will do." I said. "Clayton, get up too the Yard Shack and
check with the barracks. That crew should be on its way. Make sure you talk
with the Master at Arms and let him know we're running late so we can eat."

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While we were checking boat lines, the relief crew arrived. With the extra
manpower it didn't take long and the job was finished. The rain had
slackened some but not the wind.

The yard carryall was waiting to take us too the barracks and I was happy to
feel the heater blowing when we boarded.  Clayton and Jackson were already
sitting in one of the front seats with their heads together and Pearson and
White in the other. Woody and I sat together and I felt him shiver from
being soaked. I squeezed his thigh and he looked at me.

"When we get in the barracks, you get out of those wet clothes and take a
hot shower." I whispered.

"What about chow Lewis? I'm wet and hungry."

"You do what I told you, I'll take care of chow." I said looking at the
other men in the truck.

"When we get to the barracks, you guys get hot showers. Clayton, did you
tell the Master at Arms we would be late?"

"Yeah, he said they would keep one line open but they didn't want to be
there all night."

"Then don't take any longer than you have to." I said seeing Pearson glance
back at me grinning and thinking about what an asshole Grissom could be when
it came to helping someone out. He was given the job of running the barracks
and mess hall because he wasn't very good at anything except sitting on his
ass and brown nosing. It was another thing I didn't like but lived with. The
Navy seemed to have trouble getting rid of jerks but ass kissers usually
made out okay.

Woody headed for his locker as soon as we were in the barracks, his bunk and
locker was three down from mine. He was shivering and his wet clothes stuck
to his body making it hard to get them off. When he finally got them off, he
hugged himself before opening his locker. Getting a towel out, he rubbed his
body vigorously trying to get his blood flowing faster. His sandy blond hair
was darker from being wet and his cock swung like a clock pendulum swelling
slightly.

"Why don't you get in a hot shower Woody?" I said feeling a surge in my
loins watching him.

"I will in a minute. Rubbing down with the towel feels good, try it." He
said taking his soap kit from his locker, looking at me with a twinkle in
his eyes, moving closer and wrapping the towel around his waist.

The towel only emphasized the bulge in his crotch and when he groped his
cock I growled softly.

"Get in the shower Joey."

"Are we still going on liberty?" He whispered.

"Not if you don't stop wasting time, move."

"Yes sir." He said giggling as he moved past me.

The shower room had 6 tiled stalls. Pearson and the new kid, White, were in
two of them across from each other. Both of them turned around facing the
back of the stalls when I walked in and thoughts of what Parker had said
early about Pearson flashed through my mind. I knew what Pearson looked
like, leanly muscled, dark hair with broad shoulders, small waist and a nice
butt. The new kid was built about the same as Woody from the back except his
hair was pure blond. Maybe Parker was right about Pearson.

Woody was standing under the hot shower spray facing the back wall of one of
the stalls at the back of the room, steam billowing up around him from the
hot water.

Taking the stall across from his, I turned the water on setting it as hot as
I could stand it so I could get the chill out of my body. Letting the spray
hit my chest I soaped down feeling the heat of the water spread over me.
Moving my hands down over my chest and stomach into my crotch, I lifted my
balls upwards and squeezed them. Skinning the foreskin back on my cock the
sharp sting of the hot water hitting the exposed head caused a trembling
sensation that made me feel weak in the knees.

Woody had turned around facing me and out of the corner of my eye I could
see him squeezing his balls with one hand and slowly stroking his cock with
the other. Turning my head away from the water I watched, my cock growing
harder. His body glistened from the water flowing over him and his blue eyes
gleamed. Smiling, he spread his legs and leaned backwards thrusting his huge
cock at me stroking it, teasing and playing like an erotic imp would. His
eyes were focused on my moving hand. I was close to a climax when Pearson
called out.

"Hey Woody, you going on liberty?" He asked breaking the euphoric mood we
had conjured up between us.

"Yeah." He called back, "Are you?"

"Me and White are going to Fredericksburg, you wanna come along?"

"Can't." He said looking at me, grinning. "I got a date in Waldorf."

Both of us had gone soft and we stood under the water looking across at each
other. For some damn reason I couldn't fathom, Woody seemed to be enjoying
himself and he winked at me. "Whatcha going to do in Fredericksburg
Pearson?"

"Awwwww not much, just hang. White hasn't been there and its cheaper then
going to D.C. or Colonial Beach. Who you got a date with, someone I know?"

"I don't think you do, I met her on the bus. She lives in Waldorf. She's
going to meet me at that diner on 301. If I had a car it would be easier but
I'll take the base bus."

"Yeah, that sucks. Instead of the bus we can give you a ride out too the
diner if you want."

Woody saw me shaking my head before he answered. "Thanks for the offer. She
won't be there until sometime around 2200(10PM) so I'll catch the late bus."

"Okay, catch you later. Have fun."

I almost exploded from holding my breath for so long and Woody looked like
he was going to choke from not laughing. When the door closed, I exhaled.

"Damn Joey, you like playing with fire don't you."

"No, just throwing out a red herring. He didn't mean it, it was all for your
benefit. Pearson will suck that kids dick before they get to where ever they
are going." He said turning his shower off and starting to dry off.

"He'll what?" I spluttered.

Woody moved closer to my stall. "Jeez Steve, Pearson is as gay as you and
me. You didn't know that? I knew it the first time I took a shower and he
kept showing me his cock in the shower stall across from me. Every time I
showered he was in here."

"I never thought about him like that. He always seemed like some prissy
assed kid trying to suck up and act like a big shot ever since he got his
striker badge." I said, drying off.

"He isn't a bad kid when you get to know him Steve. His attitude is a front
for how he feels but he better cool it, he don't hide'em that well. Are we
going to eat before we go? I don't really wanna put my undress uniform on
just to eat and then change again into civvies. We can eat at the Diner if
you want."

"Good idea but you better get out of here before Pearson or someone else
starts thinking we have been in here too long. We can get something at the
diner. Be sure and wear your raincoat, one soaking today is enough."

Wrapping his towel around his waist again with less of a bulge as before but
still noticeable he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and dodged my towel
snapping at his tight buns.

"Damn, maybe Parker was right." I thought after Woody left. Maybe me chewing
his ass out would be of some help if Woody was right about Pearson not
hiding his feelings very well.

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After a few minutes, I followed Woody out of the shower room and bumped into
Pearson and White.

"Damn Steve, you just getting finished showering? You'll shrivel up like a
prune." Pearson said, grinning.

"The hot water felt good after getting soaked by that cold rain and I've
never had any trouble with shriveling up. I heard you telling Woody you and
White are going to Fredericksburg. Don't let Pearson lead you astray White,
he might get you in trouble."

"If it's the right kind of trouble it'll be okay Boats." He said shyly
looking at Pearson.

"Just be careful. Some of the boys up there don't like sailors messing with
the girls in the college."

"No problem Steve. You headed out?" Pearson said.

"Yep, going to see what D.C. has to offer. I need to relax. You guys wear me
out. See ya later." I said moving away.

Woody was almost dressed when I got to my locker. He was wearing a pair of
tight Levi jeans, a powder blue UNC sweat shirt and a pair of what looked
like mountain climbing boots.

"Take a change of clothes Joey and your ditty bag."

"Already packed." He said indicating and athletic bag on the floor.

"And your raincoat?"

"You sound just like my mother, always fussing." He said grinning, pulling
his raincoat from his locker and putting it on.

"Never mind the raincoat. Do you have a jacket?" I said changing my mind
about picking him up at the diner.

"Yeah, I've got a windbreaker. Why?"

"Wear it, you won't need a raincoat in the car."

"You sure Steve, what if someone sees us leaving together?" He said softly,
looking around.

"So what? I'm just giving you a lift if anyone says anything." I said
closing my locker door.

"Okay." He replied, replacing his raincoat and pulling out a dark blue
jacket.

The rain had increased and we had to run to where my car was parked and even
running we were almost as wet as we had been earlier.

"Damn Joey, you would have gotten soaked by the time you walked too the main
gate."

"Tell me about it." He said shaking the water from his hair and sitting
against the door. "It's raining harder than it was before."

He was right. It was raining harder then it had been. When we got to the
gate, the guard didn't come out, he just waved us through.

We were no sooner outside the gate when he slid across the seat snuggling
close and pushing one hand between my legs squeezing the inside of my thigh.
"You keep that up and I'm going to have a big problem." I said breathing in
deeply.

"No bigger then mine." He said softly, kissing my neck and pulling my hand
down from the steering wheel.

His cock felt like a steel rod stretching down the inside his thigh and I
could feel the heat through his damp jeans.

"Jesus Joey, aren't you wearing skivvies?"

"Never do off base." He said seductively, squeezing my now very hard cock.
"If you didn't have any on, I'd suck you off right now."

"You horny imp. Get a guy all hot and bothered and use an excuse like that.
Cock teasers do that."

"I'm not teasing. Pull in the rest stop and I'll show you if you can't wait
until we get to the motel. I like playing with you, that's all. Besides,
Pearson and White might be there."

"Do you really think they would?"

"It wouldn't surprise me, wanna find out." He said giggling.

"Not really and I don't want you trying to find out if Pearson is gay."

"He's not my type Steve. I like men not boys younger then me."

"He isn't that much younger then you are and I'm not that much older. Didn't
you tell me you are almost 19?" I said turning off on Rt.17.

"Pearson's 18. He tried joining before he was 17 so he would be out before
he was 21 but his parents wouldn't sign for him.

"So you both are 18."

"I'll be 19 in two weeks. You forgot to stop at the diner."

"Shit, you got me hot and I wasn't paying any attention. We can stop at a
new store up ahead called 7-ll. We can pickup some beer and stuff for
sandwiches. What kind of beer do you like?"

"Pabst Blue Ribbon or anything as long as it's cold."

The 7-11 store was a couple of miles before we reached the motel and it only
took a few minutes to get the beer some chips and the stuff we needed for
sandwiches.

It was still raining when we reached the motel but the wind had died down.
The motel was small and called the Cavalier. Some guys called it the Gay
Cavalier since it was owned and operated by two gay guys. I'd met one of
them in the Rivershore Casino. He told me his name was Carl and he ran a
motel just outside of town but he didn't mention that he had a lover and it
was as close as I ever came to being involved in a three-way. One on one was
fine but two on one did not excite me that much. Carl and Evan both were
great in bed and Carl was at the desk when I opened the door with Woody
behind me.

Carl was 6'4" and slim but not skinny. He had auburn hair and green eyes.
Evan, his lover, was 6", thick muscled with blond hair and gray eyes. They
both were good looking as hell.

Carl turned around from the motel switchboard as we walked in.

"Hey Steve." He exclaimed getting up. "What in hell brings you out on a
night like this?" He said looking past me at Woody.

"You have to ask that Carl? I've missed you & Evan." I answered playfully.

"Yeah, I bet you have. Who's your friend?"

"Joe Woodson. Joey, Carl Ingram and old friend."

"Not that old Steve. Hi Joe, call me Carl. I don't use Ingram since I left
the Army." Carl said extending his hand.

Woody shook Carl's hand but only nodded looking at me with a glint in his
eyes.

"Room #15 on the back Steve." Carl said handing me a key. "Evan will be back
in the morning from Charlotte. How about you and Joe having breakfast with
us?"

"Sure, give us a call when you're ready. Got a couple of extra towels?"

"Sure. I'll fill our the registration card, same address for the both of
you?" He said grinning and glancing at Woody, handing him the towels.

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It was starting to look like it was never going to stop raining and running
the short distance from the car we both were wet again. I was beginning to
believe what Pearson said about shriveling up from being wet so much.

When I closed and locked the door Woody put his arms around me nuzzling the
back of my neck with his nose. "Do you want some help getting out of those
wet clothes?" He whispered pressing soft warm lips against the nape of my
neck.

"Why don't we help each other?" I said twisting around in his arms.

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