Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 03:30:31 -0700
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Sailor Boys    Part 2

Young Sailor Boys    Part 2

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    After that first evening I didn't see Billy—excuse me!...Cadet
McBain—for awhile. The rush of getting settled and the start of classes
kept us both pretty occupied. We caught sight of each other around the
campus always at some distance. Yet even from a hundred feet he noticed me
and we acknowledged each other.  My roommate George arrived, got settled,
and was pleasant enough in body and personality but with so many other
truly gorgeous boys to choose from he didn't arouse me sexually. On our
floor there was a sexy Italian kid who seemed available and I put him on my
list for future action.

    Those early days were rough. My prick would not leave me alone, often
reminding me it's need for attention at impossible times. So many cute boys
to observe had me in a constant state of semi arousal, while the ability to
masturbate every night at home had been taken away. My tight bellbottomed
trousers didn't help either the way they gripped my genitals especially
when I sat, the unmistakable bulge on the edge of my vision distracting
while at my desk. After a few weeks I broke down and jerked off one night
when I was sure my roommate was asleep, though that was cramped and totally
unsatisfying to say the least, so I didn't try again. No wonder Nelson had
so much sex at this school: so many sexually tense freshman together day
and night must have made us very easy pickings.

    Not a student, but a teacher turned out to be my next partner.

Lieutenant Charles was young, perhaps thirty, but he seemed old to me. He
was always attired in a crisp, neat, and snug uniform. Good looking with
brown hair and hazel eyes, his slight Southern accent was sexy to me. So
was his trim and athletic a body. He told us he was an avid tennis player
and swimmer, two activities that kept his muscles lean and tight. In class
he was all business and very strict but I did once or twice I let my
thoughts go to wondering what his abs must be like, and how long a dick
hung between his strong legs. He was about 5'10" or so, with a sensuous
mouth, strong looking hands, and thighs that swelled the legs his white
trousers provocatively. It was easy to picture him undressed. He taught the
navigation class. During lectures used an old fashioned wooden a pointer to
emphasize things, which added to his authority.

The day of our first encounter was a beautiful autumn afternoon. During
that class he returned the first test he'd given us, but he skipped me.  He
went from Roberts to Singleton to Wilson, skipping over Sussman. Was that a
mistake? Should I interrupt to ask why?  I sat there without moving a
muscle, silent and too intimidated to make an inquiry. The test was harder
than expected, but I didn't think I'd done so badly he'd have to single me
out. I couldn't concentrate all through the rest of the class and at the
end when the rest filed out he called me to stay.

I stood at attention at his desk for whatever was to come. The sound of the
creaking wooden floor of the departing students faded and the room became
quiet. The day was mild and the chirping birds the only remaining sound.
This building was one of the oldest and had been in use since the late
seventeen hundreds. As I settled into the routine more I was beginning to
love the look of the buildings and handsome grounds, the smells of the sea
air and damp woods, the high pitched happy cries of the boys on the playing
field below the classroom windows.

Lt. Charles' body attitude relaxed and become more casual when he looked at
me. He slid his lower body a bit forward and opened his legs some, an
arrogant pose. I grew a little scared, but my groin tingled and a
lascivious thought raced across my brain.

"So, Sussman.." he started, regarding me up and down with a sweep of his
eyes, "Cadet McBain, tells me you are very talented." He let the words hang
in the air for a moment. Lowering his voice he repeated, slowly, "very
talented." His eyes dropped and fastened on to my crotch. Despite myself I
could feel my dick start to respond. I knew then this had nothing to do
with the test; this might be about sex; maybe I was in trouble. Or, what?

In a business-like voice, sternly, he continued "You know, Sussman, we
don't let many Jews in here. But that doesn't matter with your talent and
abilities. I've been watching you...You're going to go far...A little help
here and there along the way...Cooperation on your part...There's no
telling..." And all the while his eyes never left my dick.  Maybe he didn't
like Jews but I was too naïve and excited and intimidated to dwell on
it. I was only just barely fourteen then in my condition got instant
hardons on the slightest pretext. He stare turned me on despite my
uncertainty.

He placed the tip of the pointer at the bottom of my sternum and slowly
moved it downward.

"What do you say, Cadet? You understand me?"

Understand him? My cock sure did. It was coming up to full hard quickly.
The pointer kept moving downward, over my stomach, arriving at the fork in
my legs. My cock and balls were tucked snug down my left leg and he rested
the wooden stick against them. I liked what he was doing, but I was still
not sure where this was going.

"Tell me you understand Cadet...say so", he almost whispered. Gently he
moved the stick a little forward and back, massaging me with it
wonderfully. Ok, I get it, you want me. Ok. If I need to prostitute a
little, I'm ready, and besides, he was very handsome and I admired him the
way young teens admire fit young men.

"Yes sir, I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...sir"

"You know you're away from home now, Glen. There are lots of things to
learn... Lots of things. Some things your parents may not like...Glen. You
know?"

"Yes."

"You play with your dick much, Sussman? Tell me the truth. McBain says you
really have a nice one." The directness of the question made me blush and
smile.

"Yes"

"Yes?  Yes, what?...Tell me." And for emphasis he raised the stick and put
pressure on my balls.

"I play with it. I masturbate... I jerk off...when I can. Sir."

"I'll bet. It keeps it in shape. And your roommate? Do you suck each other?

"No."

"Good. I'm going to suck your cock for you. Did you jerk off yet today?"

"No sir."

"Ok, good. But you're going first. I want my cock in your pretty mouth
first. You ready?"

Just like with Billy I made a quick calculation: First of all, I wanted to
suck his cock. He was handsome and his would be the first adult dick ever
to enter my mouth. Secondly, he made it crystal clear sex with him would
likely result in a favor or two for me. I didn't know what, but I was
game. Thirdly, in this new all male environment I was, like I said, horny
all the fucking time. The sights, the smells, the suggestive comments and
looks—you had to be in it to know what pleasant torture it was for a boy
with my tastes and readiness for adventure. "Yes" I answered. There was no
point in being coy.

He smiled and riffled his fingers through my hair. "I knew your were a
smart kid." His other hand groped the cock bulge in his own pants. "This is
one of the little extra benefits they don't mention in the catalog." He
lowered the pointer and used his hand. It felt strong and wonderful. "Kept
your mouth shut about this." His tone was now intimate and conspiratorial.
"Like I said, you're going to learn what your mother and father may not
like. Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes."

"Of course you do! ... I was younger than you...I was ten when I got my
cock sucked by a teacher..." He said the only reason he put up with us
adolescent assholes was so he could suck us off. Lt. Charles' voice grew
soft and a bit distant as he remembered, "...assholes...yeah... we were
assholes, nice little tender pink assholes. He busted mine when I was a
year older, eleven."

I looked toward the door. He reassured me that at this period the building
was empty and would be so for forty-five minutes. His dick pressed against
his uniform and looked impressive and delicious. I did exactly as he
said. I went down on one knee and knelt between his spread legs. Just like
with Billy I nuzzled my nose into his warm crotch and felt him up with my
whole face as he sat and moaned a little. His dick was rock hard in a
minute and I promised to be a large one.

"That's it boy," he said, "you do this for me and I'll make you very
happy." I undid his belt and zipper and he slid his pants down. I was smug
about what I was doing. This grown man was hot for me. I had never really
had an adult cock to play with and this first one was exciting. Longer than
Billy's and thicker too it stretched my mouth to its limit. I did the best
I could, licking the head, jerking him with my hands, liking his balls and
shaft. He smelled like a man, but healthy clean too. I must have been good
because it didn't take him long to cum and in doing so he held my head
against him. I choked it down.

After his orgasm, the strength of which started me, he sat still for a few
minutes, then issued an order.

"Get on the desk."

He helped me undo the buttons of my pants and skinned them down my
legs. The light from the window was golden.

"Fuck! you're beautiful," was all he said as my teenage cock disappeared
into his mouth. He worked fast and skillfully and I knew I would shoot
quickly, especially when he pressed a finger up a little ways into my hot
asshole. Maybe he didn't like Jews, I don't know, but he sure liked my Jew
cock. I marveled at what was happening: just a few minutes ago I was
sitting in my seat along with the rest of the class and now I was fucking
my teacher's mouth! And he was stimulating my ass as if he knew exactly how
much I liked it played with. Billy must have told him. Wild! It was over
way too fast. He said I tasted good, my cum was sweet. He told me he wanted
a lot more. I felt like a million dollars.

He wrote me a late pass for my next class and gave me back my test. On the
way out I glanced at it. I had made "a perfect score." I walked down the
hall rubbery loose in the legs and sweet in my groin as I realized the
double meaning of the thought, and smiled.



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