Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 13:05:26 -0700
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Sailor Boys   part 4

Young Sailor Boys  Part 4

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When my assigned roommate didn't return for the second semester Peter and I
arranged to share my room. My parents were pleased I was advancing so
quickly, making friends and fitting in. If they only knew! I was fitting in
to Peter's ass, or his cock was in my butt or my mouth almost every
night. Cadet McBain would drop by once in a while to see how I was, and to
join in our sexual delights. A few times we went to Lt. Charles' apartment,
and my admiration for him deepened. A few times Anthony, who I think
developed a crush on me, took the train to visit us and we kept him well
lubricated.

In our form it gradually became known that Peter and I were a "couple," and
sometimes we were mildly teased, identified as "the lovebirds." Homosexual
play in the Academy was pretty routine and usually no big deal, but
exclusive couples like us were an exception. On the unspoken condition no
untoward incidents occurred that embarrassed the school publicly the
administration was pretty complacent about what went on in the dorms. As
long as we boys didn't fuck on the lawn during parent visiting days, all
was cool. Of course some of the staff (how many?) had their own favorite
bedmates among the we youngsters. The Navy, the real Navy, I was gradually
learning, was gay up and down the line especially on shipboard. I first
heard the term "sea pussy" from a old U.S.N warrant officer visiting the
school.

Peter and I were pretty exclusive lovers, but—we had an agreement about
this—each could occupy a strange bed once in awhile for variety or from
curiosity, and in that way we began to learn some of the unusual types of
sexual satisfaction some boys needed. Most popular was bondage: I thought
it odd a boy needed to be tied up and blind folded and would even cum as
soon as touched. Some boys, even the youngest, wanted to be whipped (no
marks, please) or even pissed on. And then there was the temptation of
virginity represented by the cute young boys among each new class whose
puppy eyes caught ours. Such innocence was a challenge to our skills of
seduction.  But mostly it was the two of us, Peter and I, together in each
others arms under the sheets each night. A round of sixty-nine was a
favorite position because it also allowed for ass licking, something both
of us found very, very pleasurable, and which we reserved only for each
other. (Not that we refused another boy's tongue there if it was offered:
that happened more than you would expect. We cadets were expected to be
clean in body always, if not mind).

Over time Peter and I grew into very skilled lovers. We knew each other's
body intimately, every inch and fold and crevice. The taste of his genitals
and sperm was as familiar to me as the school food served, and just as
sustaining. I felt so close to him, more intimate than with any other one
in my young life. Through long cold nights when we curled together in his
bed or mine, when I could feel his soft dick against me, listen to his soft
breathing, smell the healthy smell of his arm pit, his warmth, those times
I felt most secure and close to his soul. When he was gone home for a night
or two I would take his used underwear to bed with me for comfort. Peter's
young love enveloped me like a shield against the rougher edges of life and
I tried to be his shield in the same way.

 Not that it was all sex. But we had a love, or I had a love for him apart
from just sex, no matter how needful the physical part was. I remember many
quiet winter nights at our desks, each lost in study, when I would silently
turn to look at him, to remind myself he was still there, and I was
happy. His profile, his fine arms and legs, the shape of his head, still
there. In those moments, just like at his family's dinner table that first
time, I would feel a warm love course through me. His boyish laugh, his
flashing eyes, the freckles that appeared on his nose occasionally and
quickly faded, they belonged to me. Often, just the sound of his voice
could sometimes make me erect. There wasn't anything I didn't like about
his slim smooth body. I kissed his toes, the back of his knees, licked his
ears, nibbled on his fingers, cut his nails for him and trimmed his hair. I
even liked the way he sneezed. Yet none of his physical qualities would
have
 held me as long had it not been for his appealing personality, his
complete honestly and lack of guile. Even at that young age I knew it was
risky to be so enthralled and captivated by one person: I was risking the
pain of great disappoint if he were to turn away from me to one of the
other boys. More than a few had made clear their interest in him.

I was falling in love with the school, too. We took summer courses so we
could enjoy the magnificent campus and its facilities, the squash and
tennis courts as well as sail and play baseball. Peter's body took a tan
quickly, mine more slowly. In summer session students were allowed to swim
and sunbathe naked by the large outdoor pool. I grew to love the old
buildings, the green lawns and mature trees, the traditions of the school,
the military rituals, even though I was a budding pacifist. When you're
young it's easy to hold contradictory views until you sort things out.
Yes, I probably loved him too much. He could hurt me easily with a careless
remark, but he was always sure to sooth my pain later with a sincere
kiss. Peter did love me I'm sure of that, but not in the same blind way I
loved him.  I remember it so well. It was such a long time ago.

 There was a dark cloud in this magnificent, free time of life.

It happen in the fall of my second year. I was alone in the storage shed
off the baseball field after a game putting gloves in their allotted
spaces. I became aware that someone was near me. No one was around since
the game ended twenty minutes ago. Normally not easily startled, I did feel
that time a creepy sudden unease. He took me from behind and from his foul
smelling breath I knew it was Cadet Melvin, the bully who been stalking
me. I was in a choke hold before I had time to act.  "I got you now, you
little faggot! You little cock sucker...you been teasing me since last
year...you think you're so hot little faggot!" His voice was shaky and
barely in control. "I'm fucking your ass goddamn pervert..." My arm was
pinned behind me and twisted up to my shoulder. "You little cunt!" he kept
repeating. I struggled and tried to kick him, but that only increased the
pressure on my neck and the twist on my arm. I tried to talk, I tried to
say I wasn't teasing him, to plead to let me go. It didn't fucking matter
because my wind pipe was squeezed so much I couldn't breath hardly, let
alone say anything. I started to pass out.

What I remember next is being on the ground face down, my shorts and jock
around my knees, this creep hunched over me biting my ass. Biting
hard. Very hard. I started to scream. He slammed my head against the tiles,
told me to shut up or he'd kill me. I could feel my groin pressed in a pool
of wetness and realized I had pissed myself. Cold sweat enveloped me. This
brute, I realized, could kill me if he wanted with only his strong
hands. The bites on my ass stung like hell. Then he tried to force his
whole first into my asshole. Tears were streaming down my face. His creepy
breath was hot on my neck and he began to bite there too. "Rape." The word
flashed in my brain. This is what rape is like. I'm being raped. He was
choking me again. I felt I would die because this boy had turned into an
animal totally out of control, something not human at all. I don't know if
I was hallucinating or not, but through the screaming red haze in my brain
I heard
 a faint distant voice familiar to me. I threw up.

Cadet Melvin was brought up on charges in a closed meeting of the
commander, two officer-teachers and two senior students. I was required to
sign a statement which my father reviewed and approved. In those days
sexual assault was not given the weight it has today. Melvin, because his
official record contained no other serious infractions, was allowed to
quietly "graduate" early on condition that he enlist in one of the
services. Lt. Charles, who was one of the judges, later told me the hearing
had provided him with pretty good jerk-off material for a week. I didn't
like what that revealed about him and though he remained my favorite
teacher I avoided sex with him thereafter. He was the one who came looking
for me at the ballfield.

My life in the arms of my lover Peter resumed. He was very comforting and
tender with me when I awoke in the night with horrible flashbacks. It took
awhile for my sexual appetite to return to normal, coaxed back slowly by
Peter's appealing body and remarkable patient understanding. He really was
an exceptional person.



POSTSCRIPT

Vietnam ended our love life. I went to college, and Peter, who was more
patriotic, joined the Navy. He was in one of the first classes to train as
Navy Seals, and one of the first to be killed. He was shot through the neck
during a night operation in Hai Phong Harbor. North Vietnamese patrol boats
were waiting, the operation probably betrayed by our so-called allies, the
South Vietnamese. This happened before most of us even heard of Vietnam.
His body was not repatriated until the early 1990s. His broken body
floating in the oily and greasy water still sometimes disturbs my sleep. I
try to visit his grave once a year. And wish I could feel his adolescent
arms around me once more.



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Julian

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