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Out of Uniform Ch. 02

By: gustavca



A knock broke into my reverie. My cock gave a little leap at the thought of Andrew returning so soon. I made myself as presentable as possible, "Enter." 

It was the XO, Executive Officer Lieutenant Bryce Withers, reporting heavy weather approaching. "Secure the open portholes and hatches," I ordered. 

"Aye, aye, sir," was his automatic response but then he hesitated and took a good whiff of the air. Withers gave a half smile and actually winked at me before departing.

I dressed and went up to the bridge to ensure all was well. From the bridge I could see the approaching storm. Great bolts of lightening and the distant rumbles of thunder came from clouds dumping sheets of rain into the ocean. I directed a slight course change to port to give us more sea room. Shortly after the rain pelted down on the ship as we caught the edge of the storm.

I had an idea to aid morale a bit. Using the 1MC I announced to the crew, "To help cool everyone down, those not standing wash have permission to get into the rain on the fantail." I could hear muted cheers from below. "Skivvy's acceptable wear. Each division off duty will have 15 minutes. Lieutenant Okassa will announce each rotation." I turned to the lieutenant jg standing behind me and told him to get to it.

The young officer consulted the duty rooster and sent the first group up. The men burst forth and stood soaking in the downfall.

I relocated so I could see the fantail. Prior to Andrew I would have admired the playfulness of the men, glad they were able to cool off and relax. Post Andrew me, I stood watching the fit bodies glistening with moisture, enjoying the sight of their skivvies getting wetter and clinging more tightly to their crotches. 

Okassa called for the second rotation. The men left the fantail less quickly than they came but they left in a much lighter mood. One of them caught sight of me and called up, "Thanks, Captain!" The others joined in. I waved back.

"Good call, captain." I jumped a little at the unexpected voice beside me. "Sorry, Captain. Guess you were absorbed." Withers gave a chuckle.

"Yeah, Bowser," using his Annapolis nickname, "I guess I was gathering cobwebs as my mother used to say."

"Nice to be out in the fresh air," he replied. "Might make it easier to sleep." I nodded acknowledgement. "That and a really good cum."

"What did you say?"

"A really good orgasm makes it so much easier to fall asleep, I think. Don't you find that, Captain?"

I stared at him. Was there another, deeper meaning to what he said? 

Withers was watching the men roughhousing below. "Now, there's a pretty sight." He directed my attention with a nod. 

Some of the men had taken to pantsing the others. Not hard to do when they were only wearing skivvies. Several of the men were now nude. 

"Yes, sir, very pretty sight," he repeated. "Kinda makes you wish..."

I waited for him to continue and when he didn't, "Well, Withers, what does it make you wish?"

He chuckled nervously, "Well, that that could be the uniform of the day on a regular basis."

"What are you trying to tell me, Withers?"

More nervous laughter. A pause. Then, "I saw young Baskins come out of your cabin, you were in your underwear, and then I smelled... well, that smell when I went in."

"That smell? What smell is that?" I wanted him to say it rather than me saying it.

Nervous chuckle. Pause. "You know, sir, ..." I shook my head. "The smell of... well, the smell of ..." his voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, "cum, sir."

"Interesting. And from these observations what conclusion did you draw? And do be careful, Lieutenant." I kept my voice flat but firm.

"Oh, sir, no, sir, I wasn't trying to... I was... I meant... Fuck, sir, I was trying, I am trying to let you know..."

Yes, let me know...?"

"Fuck, sir, ... I can be... I am... available, sir." He was blushing and not making eye contact. And having said something which could end his naval career well he should feel uncomfortable.

I said very gently, quietly, "Bowser, are you aware of what you just said, and what the ramifications of what you just said, said to me your superior officer, could be?"

Okassa called for the next rotation. I acknowledged the men's thanks as they went below. I watched the next group come up, Andrew Baskins among them.

Withers muttered repeatedly, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck..." 

I took him by the shoulders, "Look at me. ... Look at me, lieutenant." He met my gaze reluctantly. I paused, took at deep breathe, "Fortunately for you, or unfortunately for both of us, you drew a correct conclusion from your observations."

He started breathing again, "Oh, thank god."

"Are you telling me you are gay?"

"No, sir, no. Not at all... You know I'm married, sir." I nodded. "I... I just... well, I like sex with men once in awhile. I thought, well I could, we could... satisfy that need together. 'Cause I thought that is what you and Baskins do."

"Truth be told, what happened between Baskins and me tonight was my first time... with a man."

"Really, sir? And did you... well, was it go... What did you... I mean, what happened... Did you enjoy it, sir?"

"That is kinda personal, don't you think?"

"Yes and no," he responded, "yes it is kinda personal, but no, I am not just prying. I can remember my first time, it was at Annapolis, I was confused afterwards and I wished I had someone to talk to about it. I can be that someone for you if you want, sir."

I made direct eye contact and could tell he was being sincere, "Bowser, I appreciate that offer. I really do." I took a deep breath, "but, no confusion here. I fucking loved it!" I quickly looked around to ensure no one else heard me and then repeated, more quietly, "I fucking loved it. I cannot wait to do it again."

He smiled broadly and asked mischievously, "Just with Baskins, sir?"

"Hell no! Yes, with him but I want to do every man I come across." I looked down at the crewmen below, many of whom were naked in the rain, "But as captain I have to be careful. I can't just point to someone," I pointed at one hunk below, "and say come to my cabin so I can ravish you, now, can I?"

Withers followed my finger and laughed, "I wouldn't try to do that with him, sir."

"But, I can point to you and say that, can't I?"

That broad grin reappeared and he nodded vigorously. 

"And what sorts of things will you teach me?" I sneered.

"Whatever you want to learn, sir. Have you fucked a guy yet?" I shook my head. "Ah, good, you can fuck me. I'll be your first. I love getting fucked. I love sucking. I love rimming..."

"Rimming? What's that?"

"Something to look forward to, apparently. Did I mention I love getting fucked?"

"Twice, now."

"Oh, and in case I didn't mention it, I love getting fucked, often, hard and often."

"I'm sensing a theme here..." I laughed. I turned my gaze back to the men below, "Who else on this ship is ready, willing and able?"

"Now that would be telling. I think it would be more fun to let you test your gaydar?"

"My what?" 

"It means can you pick out the right men to hit on?"

"Well, I'll guess I don't have any. I wouldn't have picked you. I don't think I would pick anyone on the ship, frankly."

"Why wouldn't you have picked me?"

I said, "well, you are not effeminate in anyway."

He chortled, "Captain, are you effeminate in anyway?" I started to take offence but then realized what he was saying and merely shook my head. "Of, course you aren't," he continued," effeminacy is not always 'the' sign. Most of the guys I hook up with are rough and tough macho men. That's who I prefer actually. And like you and me there are a lot of 'men's men' out there who are men's men, if you get what I mean?"

I pondered this for a few moments , then looked him in the eyes and grinned, "Good thing."

"So now what?"

I raised my voice, "You and I need to discuss that and I think there is no time like the present. Bring the Duty Rooster to my cabin and we'll start right away, Lieutenant."

"Aye, Aye, sir, right away." He saluted and hurried to the bridge.

I took another look at the romping men below me, waved to them, then moved off leisurely down to my cabin.

Withers was waiting outside the cabin, "As requested, sir, the duty rooster."

"Come in, Lieutenant, and we'll get started on that personnel issue." I opened the hatch and followed Withers in. There were two or three crewmen in the passageway and, hopefully, our little 'skit' fooled them. I secured the hatch, turned to Withers and pulled him to me, kissing him with some passion.

He returned my passion and started unbuttoning my uniform as our tongue wrestled. I followed suit wanting to rip the buttons off in my impatience. He was much more experienced than I in striping a man and he broke off the kiss to move down to my exposed chest. He began with quick pecks on my pecs followed by longer kisses of my nipples. I felt electricity jolting from the nipples to my cock.

"Wow, that's wild." I moaned.

"Like that, uh," he replied, "most guys don't know their nipples are sex organs until someone plays with them."

"My wife never got that reaction when she sucked them, Bowser, must be you."

"Thank you, sir," and he dove back to sucking and even nipping at my nipples. He drove me wild when he bite a little harder.

"God, Bowser, that feels great. Let me try." I pushed him back a bit and lunged enthusiastically at his chest. I licked his well-formed, hard pecs, savouring the sweaty, salty taste. My hands found and fondled his nipples. Hard little nubs stood out from his chest and I rolled them between my fingers. 

Withers moaned, as I had, and whispered, "Harder, sir, harder."

As a good navy man, I followed orders and squeezed his nips harder adding a twisting action instinctively. His moans increased and his knees buckled a tad. I shoved him back onto the bunk doing my best to not break the physical connection between us. I began to suckle on his nipples as my hands struggled to get him out of his uniform.

Even though I was enjoying my assault on his nipples, I wanted to taste the rest of him and move down to nuzzle his abdomen. I licked the grooves of his slightly hairy six-pack. The day's perspiration gave his skin a tangy taste and his smell, his musk, was intoxicating. I couldn't get enough of it. His belly button harboured a little pool of sweat. I plunged my tongue in to gather that pool. I actually giggled as I did so, "My first naval navel" kept running through my mind and it struck me funny.

Meanwhile, my hands worked open his belt and the fly on his pants. I tugged on them and Withers raised his ass so I could pull them off. He was wearing body hugging white jockey shorts. I left the navel and moved down to his jockeys. The clean white contrasted with his tanned body and I discovered another thing to love about men. I began to nuzzle on his jockeys, enjoying his cotton-covered crotch. And his cotton-covered cock.

I licked, kissed and nibbled his cock through his briefs. I guesstimated it to be about 6.5" about an inch shorter than mine. When I got to the head his briefs were wet with pre-cum. I suckled on it taking pleasure in the honey-like taste.

Bowser laid his hands on the back of my head, indicating his pleasure with gentle pressure. I continued my exploration of his cock while fighting to remove his pants and shoes. Once these were removed I spread Withers' legs further apart and gained greater access to his balls which were my next port of call. His balls were pushed together by his briefs making it easier to play with them with my mouth. Bowser's pressure on my head increased, as did his moans, which indicated I had struck yet another erogenous area on his gorgeous body. As I had with his cock I licked, nibbled, sucked and kissed his cotton-covered orbs.

Using my teeth I pulled Bowser's briefs down to his knees; I used my hands to remove them completely. Once the cotton barrier was gone I attacked his cock and balls in earnest. I sucked his cock into my mouth and sank down the shaft most of the way. And then back up. And down. And up. I could tell I was doing something correctly by the moans of my partner and his muttered 'Fuck yeah,' repeated every so often. My reward was more of his tasty pre-cum.

Every so often I would lick along the shaft and get down to his balls. These I licked and nibbled to get as much of his musky, tangy sweat taste as possible. On one of my explorations of his balls, I licked lower to the area behind the scrotum. From the squirms I had obviously hit another sensitive area so I explored more thoroughly. One attraction was more musky, tangy smell. I raised Withers' legs to expose his ass and asshole. Something compelled me to lick the area around his hole and then lick his hole. More moans and grunts of pleasure. I shoved my tongue into his hole – something I would never have considered 24 hours earlier. The taste was funky and tangy. 

"Oh, god, sir. Oh god!"

Again I was doing something right. Remembering that getting fucked was a favourite pastime of the lieutenant, I replaced my tongue with a finger. A shiver passed through Withers' body. Well if one finger got that response how about two. I shoved both fingers in and out and Withers' squirmed, moaned and pushed back on my invading digits.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me now, sir!"

I stood up, dropped my pants and skivvies to the deck, and, without ceremony, rammed all 7.5" up the lieutenant's ass. It felt great. His ass was nice and tight and was warm. So different from pussy. So much more fuckable. His ass squeezed every inch of my cock. He tightened and loosened his ass muscles as I pistoned in and out. 

I leaned forward, bending Withers in half so his knees met his ears, and kissed him. I reached around his legs and grabbed hold of his nipples. I twisted and tugged on the little nubs and was rewarded with ass muscles tightening. This was so exciting I could not hold on for long. "I'm going to cum," I announced and began to withdraw.

Withers' ass tightened even more, "No, sir, cum in me. Shoot in me, sir."

I plunged back in, stiffened and shot my load up his ass. Whatever I did felt good to him because he exploded. His cum shot over his head to hit the bulkhead and then along his face, his chest and abdomen. His gorgeous tanned body was streaked with white.

I could not resist and began eating the hot cum from his body, licking and kissing each streak and pool of cum. 

My softening cock slipped from his ass. I collapsed on the bunk next to him. He lowered his legs and rolled closer to me, hugging me, kissing me. "Are you sure that was your first time, sir? That was fantastic!"

"First time fucking a guy not my first time fucking. Instinct took over, I guess."

"Great instincts, sir!"

"Uh, Bowser, I just tasted your body, sucked your cock and fucked your ass, don't you think you could call me something other than 'sir'?"

He looked me in the eyes, smiled and shook his head, "I could, but I'm not going to. Knowing that my captain did all that to me. My captain had his cock in me adds to the excitement. Any guy can fuck me but they are not my captain, sir. Make sense?"

"I guess, Lieutenant Withers, " I joked.

"You know what made it even hotter, sir. You are still wearing your uniform, well for the most part. That is so hot. I am so turned on by guys in uniform."

"Gee, where will you find guys in uniform in the navy?" I laughed and he joined me.

"Hey, why do you think I applied for Annapolis?"

"You're kidding, right?"

He blushed, "Not entirely..."

Withers glanced over at my bedside clock and started up, "Holy crap, is that the time? We have a staff meeting at 0700. I haven't finished my report yet."

He started to climb out of the rack, I pulled him back, "Fuck, the report. What's the worst that could happen if its not done?"

He looked at me mischievously, "What do you mean, Mr Withers, your report is not finished? Explain yourself." I admit it was a pretty good imitation of me, then back in his own voice he answered his pseudo-me, "Well, sir, I didn't have time because you were ramming your big fat cock up my ass, sir, making me shoot cum all over the place, sir."

We both roared with laughter. He climbed out and began to dress. I sat on the edge of the rack, grabbed his waist and pulled him to me. I bit his ass cheek playfully. He spun around and waved his cock in my face. I began sucking on it again.

"Suggestion, sir."

"What?"

"You may want to wipe that cum off the bulkhead before someone comes in to clean."

I turned my head to see what he meant, which allowed him to pull on his skivvies, and pull on his pants. 

"Alright, you win." I stood and kissed him on the lips, "until next time. We'll see if you can mark my wall again."

"Good night, sir, and thank you, sir," he let himself out of the cabin.

I striped off the rest of my uniform and got into bed. What Withers had said earlier about a good orgasm being a good sleep aid proved correct as I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I dreamed the night away with visions of naked sailors and officers...

Out of Uniform Ch. 03



I awoke well rested and refreshed after a short but deep sleep. I reflected back on the previous day's adventures and regretted nothing. In fact, I was feeling very comfortable with myself as I prepared for my day.

After taking command I developed a routine I called 'My Patrols'; the crew apparently referred to it as the 'Captain's Prowls'. My Patrols, one in the morning and one later in the day, as workload permitted, consisted of walking the ship from stem to stern, from port to starboard, from keel to radio mast. Actually, I toured the accessible parts of the ship in no particular order. It was a quick way of ensuring things are "ship shape and Bristol fashion" as the old British saying had it. It also allowed me to encounter the crew at their duty stations. This let them know I was paying attention and permitted me to get to know them a little better.

Today, however, I took a little detour into a section of the ship I previously avoided: the sleeping quarters. I never liked to disturb the men as they slept. Before. The new me decided to see what I might see. I was hoping, because of the air conditioning problem, most of the men would not have drawn the privacy curtains around their bunks. And I was correct. I didn't actually shine a light on the men but I did take note that many were above their sheets and wearing skivvies or nothing. Obviously I could not linger to admire the fine forms and intriguing glimpses of genitalia but I did get some titillation.

In the working areas of the ship, I greeted and talked to many of the crew paying more attention to their bodies than in the past. Every time I tried to detect whatever it was that made what Withers had called 'gaydar' ping. I decided when I was halfway though my patrol I didn't have gaydar. 

I did have a vivid imagination though and that had me envisioning me having sex with a number of the men, sometimes with several of them at the same time. Needless to say an erect cock was a problem as I proceeded. I attempted to hide my hardon at first but then figured 'to hell with it' and watched to see who paid attention to my cock.

I eventually made my way to the galley to grab a quick breakfast, not bothering with the rigmarole of a special 'captain's mess'. One of the first men I saw was young Baskins. 

This was an acid test. How would he act/react?

Like several of the others he said 'good morning, Captain' and that was that. Okay, so we could have a sexual; relationship without disturbing the routine. I grabbed a bowl of freshly sliced fruit and a muffin and made my way to the wardroom for the staff meeting.

I arrived at 0700 on the dot and all the senior officers and division chiefs were waiting for me. The primary focus of the meeting was, of course, the air conditioning. Engineering was trying to manufacture a part to make due until we reached Australia where one of our sister ships had an extra for us. The continued lack of cooling was raising concerns with the computer and communication systems which were at risk of overheating, and overheating was a concern for the crew as well, particularly those whose work kept them in the interior of the ship for their entire shift. It was decided to keep all hatches and portholes open when ever possible, to add two more scuppers to the ones already in use, and, at Withers' suggestion, to relax the dress code to allow the men to wear as little as possible when on internal duty as the individuals chose.

When everyone agreed to the latter, Withers actually winked at me. And I winked back with a broad grin. Several of those around the table saw my expression and looked quizzically at me; I chose not to enlighten them.

I dismissed the meeting and walked with Withers to the communications room to make the ship wide announcements regarding the air conditioning and the actions we were going to take to keep equipment and men as cool as possible until Engineering had solved the problem. The Lieutenant and I then took a circuitous route to the bridge. 

"How are you feeling this morning, Captain?" he inquired.

"Surprisingly refreshed, thank you. And you?"

"Great, really great, thank you," he paused and looked at me intently, "Any regrets, sir?"

"Well, I regret no having won the lottery, I regret not being an admiral, I regret not being a better speller," I teased, then lowering my voice, "but do I regret sucking cock and fucking ass? Not one iota."

"Good to hear that, sir. So we need to work on finding you more playthings to expand your repertoire, so to speak."

"And you are going to teach me rimming, if I remember correctly."

He laughed, "No, sir, no need."

"What do you mean, no need?"

"Sir, do you remember last night..."

"Vividly."

"... sucking my cock, and my balls? And then moving lower and shoving your tongue in my ass?"

"Of course," I was a little puzzled as to where he was going.

"Licking my asshole and sticking your tongue in my hole, that, sir, is what is called rimming. You are a natural. No point in my interfering with your technique or trying to teach you more in that area. You did it great as I recall." 

"Well, who knew?" I asked rhetorically. We were laughing heartily as we entered the bridge.

All those on duty or coming on looked at us and couldn't help but smiling to see the two most senior officers in such good moods. Okassa asked what we were laughing about. 

"A private joke, Lieutenant," I replied, and we turned our attention to the work of the day.

Just before lunch, I announced I was going on a 'Captain's Prowl'. This drew a couple of gasps from the enlisted men on duty, apparently I was not supposed to know he crew's term for these patrols.

Withers followed me off the bridge, then asked, "Going to see how little the crew are wearing?" before quickly retreating to his duty station.

I chuckled at his quip and proceeded on my way. And, yes, I did spend much more time in the interior of the ship than I normally would. And was amply rewarded. A majority of the crew were wearing t-shirts, shorts and sneakers, but a good number were wearing only skivvies and sneakers. The sneakers being required for safety reasons for everyone. 

Engineering section was a sight for my lustful eyes. Here several brave souls were wearing nothing except their sneakers. It was real turn on to watch these men go about their duties with their cocks bouncing and their asses out on display for their captain – not that they knew that was what they were doing. Well, one crewman did know. Baskins was one of the naked ones and twice he made a point of bending over while I was looking. I popped a stiffy instantly. That is when Chief Engineer Hemperer decided to walk me through the procedures they were undertaking to make the repairs.

I didn't totally absorb what he was saying as I was a tad distracted watching his men doing the work. I made a point of speaking to each man. In Baskins' case I stood very close and managed to cop a feel of his soft cock as he explained what he was doing. What he was doing was not a big part of the repair job but it held my attention the longest.

After 45 minutes I could no longer make excuses to stay so I wandered off on my patrol. For the second time that day my wanderings took me through the sleeping quarters. This time, with a little more light, I caught glimpses of more naked males as they lay on their bunks. In a couple of cases the sleeping men had hardons. I had become such a voyeur. 

Once again my cock responded to the sights. This time someone noticed and made a point of ensuring I noticed him noticing. Petty Officer, Third Class Jasper Rowlands had a lower bunk and, sitting up reading, his eyes were level with my crotch. 

"Good morning, Captain. Don't often see you here," he commented, followed quickly with, "But it sure is good to see you."

"Thank you, Rowlands," I returned and bend over to see him better. 

Rowlands, at 6'4", was longer than his bunk but at 160 pounds he didn't fill much of it. His height and weight led his fellows to nickname him Spike. Spike was nude and made no attempt to hide that fact, indeed he turned slightly so his cock was even more visible. I admired his sleek, lean form noting the way his body hair was distributed: virtually none above his nipple line, save his pits, a neat line of hair from above his naval leading into his abundant pubic hair and then onto very hairy legs. I found this a great turn on and my cock hardened further.

The petty officer made eye contact but his eyes frequently drifted to my crotch. I made small talk about what he was reading. He reached out to show me the book and, in the process, brushed against my groin. Skilfully done, I thought to myself, I could almost believe it was accidental had it not occurred again when I returned the book. There was noticeable growth of his cock and when he noticed me noticing, it lengthened further. Because other men were in the immediate vicinity I could not risk further contact but I asked Spike to lend me the book when he finished, telling him to drop it by my night cabin. 

Rowlands smiled and winked at me when he replied, "Aye, aye, sir. It will be a privilege, sir." Lending a book is hardly a privilege so it was clear we were on the same wavelength. 

I continued on my way with my cock still erect from the brief moment with Rowlands and the promise of things to come.

Maybe I do have gaydar I thought to myself and chuckled at the thought. 

I now made my way to the wardroom to get something to eat. The room was empty except for the steward and for Chief Warrant Officer Steven Jennings. Jennings was a rough, tough character two years younger than myself. Standing 5'8", he packed a very solid 200 pounds on his frame. It was solid muscle and had given rise to his nickname of Rambo. Jennings rarely cracked a smile and drove his division to be the best, but he was popular as a fair, balanced disciplinarian who would bend over backwards to stand up for his men when necessary. 

I took my lunch to the table the warrant officer occupied, "Mind if I join you, Chief?" He gestured to a chair. "How are things going in your neck of the woods?"

We then had a quick discussion of his division, its work, and his men. Jennings was not noted for his lengthy conversations. He added, "Thanks for giving the men permission to dress down, Captain. It has made a difference to morale."

"I'm glad, Chief," and knowing he was a stickler for protocol, "How are you doing with the permission, Chief? Not quite up to your usual standards." He was dressed in his usual work uniform, trousers, t-shirt, and shirt. 

He glanced down at himself and then at what I was wearing, " I guess you and me is old navy, Captain. Gotta set an example for the young'uns."

"True, Chief, true but as you said morale is important too. I just hope we can get the crew back into clothes once the air conditioning is repaired."

He chortled, "Yeah, some of the guys are a little too comfortable. Haven't seen so much bare skin since my induction medical." His deep gravely voice sounded gruff but the twinkle in his eye let me know he was rolling with the punches as normal.

That twinkle led me to a touchier subject, "And, Chief, how are you holding up since Annabel died?"

The long silence made me think I had touched on too sensitive a subject but he glanced up with teary eyes, "Been okay, sir, it's getting better the more time passes. Almost a year now." He lapsed into silence. 

I reached across the table and put my hand over his. The silence continued until the steward asked if we wanted anything else. The moment passed and Jennings rose and took his leave.

The steward approached, "Sorry, sir, I interrupted something, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, but you had no way of knowing." I rose, "Thanks for lunch, pass my compliments to the galley staff." I left the room with a lowered mood. Jennings rarely spoke of the death of his wife so I wasn't sure what support I could offer him or when. At least, this was a start. 

I returned to the bridge and immersed myself in duties for the afternoon.

After supper, at which Jennings did not appear, I commenced my third patrol of the day. The sun had set and it was cooler so there was less skin visible for those on deck. I meandered down to Engineering, heard some good news about the jerry-rigged part being almost ready, scoped out some nice bodies and proceeded up through the ship. 

Weapons control was quiet with only a few crewmen under the direction of Lieutenant jg Mark Russell. They all snapped to attention as I entered, "As you were." Although an interior post, the men were dressed in their uniform shirts with shorts below, sort of a compromise arrangement. There wasn't much to ogle so my conversation with Russell was brief. 

The communications room was different. Another interior post, this one had men in skivvies and little else. Except for the officer on duty, Ensign Hiram Black, like Russell, was in full dress but the sweat stains under his arms were evidence of the working conditions. Because the room was filled with computers the temperature was high. There were a number of fans in operation but these were focused on the computers and not the people and did little more than move hot air around. Black and I discussed the problems created by the heat. I stood over one seaman as he monitored radar. I leaned in to see the scope. The young man's arm contacted my cock. Unlike Rowlands, this was accidental and the seaman apologized despite my reassurance it was my fault. 

Leaving that embarrassing situation seemed the best solution; embarrassing for him not for me, I rather enjoyed it. I moved on without further incident or excitement. I returned to the bridge for a while and then retired to my night cabin.

I striped down to my skivvies and booted up my laptop. In a repeat of the previous night, there was an explicit email from my wife which got my juices flowing. This time, however, I knew there were alternative ways of relieving my sexual tension.

A knock. I straightened myself up and said, "Enter."

In repeat of last night, there stood young Baskins with a container of ice. "Thought you could use some relief again, Captain,"

I beckoned him in.

He quickly dumped the ice in the bowl in front of the fan then immediately dropped to his knees between my legs, freed my cock and began sucking.

I placed my hands on the back of Andrew's head and pulled forward. All 7.5" slid down his throat. He did not miss a beat but continued to suck enthusiastically.

Andrew was rapidly bringing me to climax but I was not ready yet, so I pulled him up and yanked off his t-shirt. I then pulled off his shorts, he was wearing no underwear, and placed my mouth over his lovely 5" cock. Because of his size I was able to deep throat him easily and it felt so natural to have cock in my mouth. I pushed him backward onto the bunk keeping my mouth connected to his cock. Andrew sighed and moaned as I worked. One hand explored his lightly haired balls while the other rubbed his nipples. 

"Captain," he gasped, "Bring your cock over here," indicating his head, "so I can suck you too." The kid has great ideas and I followed his suggestion. 

The sensation of sucking while being sucked was great. Once again I was getting close to climax when...

A knock. I lifted my head. Baskins tried to get up. I positioned my knees on his shoulders and held him in place. "Who is it?"

"Withers, sir."

To Andrew's astonishment, I replied, "Enter." Withers entered and started in amazement at the sight. Naked me in a 69 position with naked Baskins. "Strip," I ordered, "and join us."

With alacrity the lieutenant's uniform dropped to the floor, his hard cock was already dripping pre-cum when it appeared. I raised myself off Baskins and motioned for Bowser to take my place. Both men inhaled the proffered cocks.

As they sucked, I positioned myself behind Withers. Without warning, using only Baskins' saliva as lube, I plunged into the lieutenant. 

"AARRGGHH!" he bellowed, "Holy mother of god!"

Andrew reached over Withers' back and gave me double thumbs up in approval. I fucked Bowser with enthusiasm, pulling all the way out and ramming back in all the way to my balls. I alternated these long strokes with short jabs of my cock head just inside his puckered ass hole.

Bowser growled and groaned, moaned and muttered, "Fuck, yeah, fuck," and "Fuck me. Fuck me." Repeatedly. Each of my thrust drove his cock into Andrew's eager mouth but the youngster handled the 6.5" like a pro. 

Suddenly I felt Andrew's hands on my balls, fondling and rolling them gently. This added to my excitement and brought me closer to orgasm. One hand moved onto my ass and started playing with my ass cheeks and crack. When one finger began circling my ass hole, I discovered a new truth about myself – I have one hell of a sensitive asshole. 

Andrew pushed his finger in a tad. I pushed my ass back and sank back onto the digit. Andrew began finger fucking me energetically adding a second finger. It hurt a little but only for a moment. He pushed in and found my prostate. He expertly rubbed my prostate and I could not hold off any longer.

That digital massage continued as I drove into Bowser's ass as far as I could and stiffened all over. I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life. I shot at least ten strong blasts into the lieutenant's hot ass. I could feel Bowser's ass muscles tighten as he blew his load into the young seaman beneath him. Andrew actually audibly gulped down Bowser's load, struggling to keep up with the volume.

I pulled out and collapsed onto the crowded bunk. I could see some of Withers' load spilling from Andrew's mouth. I leaned in and licked up the excess. Withers' withdrew and collapsed on the other side of Baskins. My licking turned into kissing. Andrew shared some of Bowser's load with me via his tongue.

Withers leaned over Baskins and started sucking my cock clean. I looked down at Withers and saw Andrew's cock was still hard. I motioned for him to bring his cock up to my mouth. With him kneeling before me, I sucked him in. I also, brought one hand back to his cute, taut little ass. I dragged my finger along the crack until I found the treasure – his ass hole. I circled and teased the opening for a few moments before pushing in. Andrew pushed back impaling himself on my finger. I felt around until I found the prostate and, as he had done to me, began rubbing it. 

Andrew's back arched and he thrust all 5" of his cock into me coating my tonsils with cum. 

Baskins' load triggered a second load for me and I, in turn, painted Bowser's throat with cum.

I flopped back onto the bunk. Sweating profusely, gasping for breath. My young partners manoeuvred around to lie beside me. An sweaty eighteen year old on one side and a sweatier thirty-five year old one the other. I pulled them both close and took turns kissing each relishing the feeling of camaraderie and the taste of man sweat. 

I did mock introductions, "Bowser meet Andrew; Andrew meet Bowser." They gravely acknowledged each other before all three of us started laughing. "Gentlemen," I misquoted, "this is the start of a beautiful friendship."



Out of Uniform Ch. 04



The three of us lay in a post-coital haze: gently caressing each other, occasionally kissing the skin of another, enjoying the calm that follows the exhilaration of orgasm.

Finally, pleading early duty each of them got up, dressed and left my cabin. I took a shower then climbed into bed instantly falling asleep. 

The following morning followed the pattern of the day before. I set off on a patrol, seeking out places where I was likely to encounter men in minimal dress. There were fewer opportunities today then yesterday until I reached the sleeping quarters. Petty Officer Rowlands was out of his bunk, naked, and he smiled at my entrance. He wished me good morning as he groped his cock and actually played with it as I returned his greeting. 

Spike got his cock fully erect, and then motioned with his head for me to follow him. I could not resist. He led me into a linen storage area behind the bunks. It contained shelves of sheets and towels. He closed the hatch behind me.

"Now, Captain, let me see what I felt yesterday. I want to suck you." He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my fly before I could say a word. Once my cock was free he plunged down on it, fully engulfing it, sighing as he did so. Spike was a skilled cocksucker, using his tongue to heighten my pleasure. 

"Oh, yeah, Rowlands, I am going to cum," I whispered as I held his head close to my body.

He looked up at me and nodded. He increased his sucking and his tongue action on my cock head. Someone in the sleeping area coughed. I started to withdraw but Spike would not let me. He grabbed my pant-covered ass and pulled me into his mouth.

There was something titillating about the possibility of getting caught -- even though I could lose my career and marriage if we were caught -- I thrust forward all the way pushing Spike back a bit as I did so. He picked up on my excitement and redoubled his efforts to get my cum. I pulled back until jus the head remained and shot my load into his eager mouth. Spike caught every drop and continued to suck in an effort to get every bit of cum I had. 

When my cock became too sensitive, I pulled away. He tried to follow so I actually had to hold him off. I pulled him upright using his hairy armpits. His wonderfully hairy lower body beckoned and I dove down on his cock. He was not expecting that and gasped as I engulfed his cock. With only two days practice as a cocksucker I was still able to get all 6.5" into my mouth so that my nose brushed against his pubic hair. I inhaled deeply loving his unwashed scent. I played with his balls and explored his firm, well-muscled, hairy legs. His rock hard ass, also coated with a generous layer of hair got its fair share of attention, too. 

Eventually my wandering hands ran along the crack of his ass to his hidden pucker. I brushed against it lightly. He moaned and pushed back looking for my hand. I indulged him by placing a single finger against his hole. He pushed back impaling himself on my digit.

"Finger me, Captain. Finger me hard."

Well, a captain had to do what he could to make his crew happy. I thrust my finger in as far as it would go, actually lifting Rowlands up onto the balls of his feet. He growled. I pulled back until only the tip of my finger remained and added two more fingers. I rammed them in. Again he rose up onto his toes. And, again, pushed back. 

"Fuck, Captain, I'm cumming."

I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, salty cum. I rapidly pistoned my fingers in and out rapidly. Another growl and another shot of cum. His second orgasm weakened his legs and he sank down until his ass rested on his heels, still impaled on my digits. 

I tried to pull out of his ass but he grabbed my hand and held it in place. "Jesus, sir, I haven't cum like that for a long time. When I lend you my book, you have got to fuck me, sir. Finger me and fuck me 'til the cows come home."

I smiled at him, "Enjoyed that did you? A bit of an ass man, are you?" He squeezed my fingers with his ass in acknowledgement. "I am going to need my hand back so I can go to work..."

He raised himself from the squatting position releasing my fingers. He turned a grabbed a towel from the stack behind him and carefully, even lovingly, cleaned my hand.

"Thanks," I said, "Now is it safe to leave?"

Spike carefully opened the hatch and peered out. He then stepped out and beckoned for me to follow. I straightened my uniform, ensured my fly was done up and followed the naked crewman into the sleeping room. One or two of the crewmen noticed me appearing out of nowhere but merely greeted me as I departed. 

I made my way to the wardroom in time for the staff meeting. Withers pulled me aside immediately, "Sir, you may want to visit the head. You have a whiff of ass about you." I retreated immediately to clean off more carefully. 

Once back at the meeting, we received the good news that Engineering was ready to put their jerry-rig into action. The announcement was met with applause around the table. We wrapped up other business quickly and I followed the chief engineer down into the bowels of the ship. Hemperer proudly flipped the switch. There was a pause. And the system kicked into action. In minutes cool air was flowing through the ship. 

Back in the bridge I announced the obvious, that the air conditioning was working, thanked the engineering crew for their efforts and ordered everyone back to duty uniforms as usual. 

The day's work proceeded as usual without the titillation of semi-naked crew running around. I found myself a little let down by that but had the memories of last night and this morning to give a lift to my spirits and my cock.

At 1600, Chief Warrant Officer Jennings appeared quietly at the entrance to the bridge. "Captain, may I have a word, sir?"

"In my day cabin, or office if you prefer," we settled around the small table. I waited for him to start. 

"Captain, about what we were talking about yesterday at lunch..." he began hesitantly. I nodded acknowledgement. Another pause, and then he launched into a venting of his problems and issues relating to his wife's death.

After twenty minutes or so he began to run out of energy. "So, Steven, ... Rambo, how has all this been affecting you day to day?"

"Well, Captain, ... I have been angry of late."

"And how have you been dealing with that anger?"

He blushed, a 49 year old hardened navy man actually blushed. "When we were in port, I, uh, I visited a whore... uh prostitute." He paused as though expecting a reproach which I did not give, "She, uh, allowed, well, I paid extra... she allowed me to be rough with her."

"Rough?"

"Well, we sorta played, role played that I was raping her."

"And that helped?"

"Yeah, it did. I always felt more... relaxed afterward."

"How often did you meet with her?"

"Every couple of days."

"Wow, and now that you have been away from her? How have you been coping?"

Jennings paused studying me intently as though to gauge how I might react to what he was about to say. "With the crew running around with next to nothing on... well, I have wanted to grab one of them and rape him." 

"Any particular someone?" I asked.

"No, just anyone near by."

"Gotcha. Now we both realize I cannot allow that to happen." He nodded agreement. "So we will have to find another way for you to vent your feelings."

"You mean like counselling or something...?"

"Counselling might work but we don't have a counsellor on board and I don't feel qualified to help in this area." I pondered an idea and asked myself if I wanted to do it. 

I took a decision and stood, "Jennings, to help you through this, this is what I am prepared to do." I positioned myself next to him, dropped my pants and briefs, "Rape me." I ordered.

"What... Captain, I ... what ..."

"Do it, Jennings, drop your pants and drive your cock into me, now. That is an order." I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.

Rambo rose, fumbling with his belt. His pants dropped and he stood with a jockstrap between me and his cock. I grabbed the pouch of his jock and squeezed a couple of times. "Do it. Now!"

I faced ahead and could hear him spit on his cock. I realized I had not thought this through -- I forgot about the issue of lubrication. But suddenly...

Rambo thrust forward with all his might. I was immediately impaled on 6" of hard cock. The pain was excruciating. I had to bite on my arm to keep from screaming aloud. I had never felt such pain. Tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks.

Rambo was ramming his cock into my not-so-virgin ass with great gusto. He pulled back until just the head remained and then plunged forward until I could feel his balls hit mine. He quickly got into a rhythm. I quickly regretted this crazy idea.

But then, suddenly his cock head hit something -- my prostate apparently -- and the pain began to mingle with a pleasure. My cock hardened. The burning sensation in my ass turned to a warm 'glow'. I could now appreciate why Withers and Rowlands enjoyed ass play so much.

Rambo grunted and groaned as he leaned over my back. I could feel his sweat drop onto my neck. "Take it like the bitch you are," he growled. "You dirty whore, you like it rough, don't you? Yeah, breed you like a two-bit slut. ... Going to fucking cum, bitch!" With that he rammed in as deeply as he could.

I could feel him shoot his load deep in my ass. I could feel my own cock, squashed between the table and my abdomen, spasm and erupt, blasting cum between them.

The two of us stayed in position, panting, gasping for air, for a few moments before, Jennings withdrew his softening cock. He started to apologize for his language. 

I stopped him, "You are not finished, sailor." He made some confused sounds. "There's cum dripping down my legs, sailor. Clean it up." He looked around for something. "Use your mouth, sailor." I looked over my shoulder and was amused by his look. "I gave you my ass, Jennings, you can use your mouth to clean up your mess. Do it!"

He dropped to his knees and began to lick and slurp at the cum leaking from my ass. When he reached my asshole he licked and sucked, reluctantly at first but with growing enthusiasm. 

I was enjoying the soothing sensation of his tongue on my battered hole, when he stood up and, without warning, drove his cock back up my hole. It was far less painful this time. In fact, it was very pleasant. His rage had dissipated after the first fuck and now he was expressing lust and even desire.

This fuck was less frenzied and lasted about ten minutes until he unloaded again. He slowly pulled out of me, his head exiting with a plop. 

I slowly straightened and turned, not easy with my pants around my ankles. I saw for the first time his cock. It was about 6" but the head was like a large mushroom, a good two inches larger than his shaft. No wonder it had hurt the first time in.

"There is still a mess to clean up here, sailor." I pointed to my abdomen covered with cum. He hesitated for a moment before pushing his mouth and tongue into action. Once he finished he started to rise, "Hold it, mister," I pointed at my cock, not finished yet. 

"But, I don't..."

"Well, I don't get fucked but I did. You suck cock now..."

He leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. He wasn't as practiced as Andrew, Spike or Bowser but he made an effort and it was enjoyable. 

Despite cumming just brief time ago, I felt another orgasm approaching, "I'm cumming, " I warned.

Instead of pulling off, Jennings held my cock head in his mouth and jerked my shaft with his hand. When I came he swallowed it all. 

Once my heartbeat was back to normal, I asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Great, sir, much more relaxed."

"Okay, then, whenever you feel the urge to rape someone you come to me and we will talk about it. Fair enough?"

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir."

"Okay, go get some supper before the mess closes."

He straightened his clothes and left the cabin. I did likewise, marvelling at what had just happened. I had given up my ass virginity to a rather rough assault and had promised a willingness to do more in the future. I chuckled at how wanton I had become. Jennings called me a slut in the midst of his attack. He was so right.

I gained the bridge, checked in with the duty officer and was leaving when an acrid smell permeated the bridge followed but a loud grinding noise. Apparently the jerry-rig had not lasted a full day.

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Some readers have identified they have read this series before. It has been posted on another story site but I thought readers on Literotica would enjoy it.  



Out of Uniform Ch. 05



I gained the bridge, checked in with the duty officer and was leaving when an acrid smell permeated the bridge followed but a loud grinding noise. Apparently the jerry-rig had not lasted a full day.

I spun on my heel and made my way quickly to Engineering. Along the way I was asked numerous times what had happened. "You'll know when I know," was my curt response.

Engineering was in crisis mode. Hemperer was ranting at all and sundry; his crew were assessing the damage. My presence seemed to embarrass everyone as if I was going to blame them individually for the part failure.

Within a few minutes I was back on the bridge making the announcement everyone dreaded. "The air conditioning unit has given up the ghost so we are back to the casual dress code for what is likely to be the remainder of the voyage. I want to thank the Engineering crew for all their hard work and effort to resolve this problem. I have been assured the smell will dissipate shortly and poses no issue. Carry on."

While my titillation factor increased, my frustration level sky-rocketed, this is not the sort of thing I wanted to have to report to headquarters – again. I repaired to my day cabin to begin the paperwork.

It was late when I retired to the night cabin and I was exhausted. Eager young Andrew was ready with his supply of ice and was disappointed when I begged off any sexual activity. Shortly after his departure, I had to disappoint Lieutenant Withers for the same reason. Sleep did not come readily this night.

The following morning, I awoke groggy and bleary-eyed. Such was my mood that I didn't even want to go for a 'Captain's prowl' to see the bodies of my crew. I sent my yeoman to bring breakfast to the bridge where I read through the reports and communiqués from overnight. 

Yeoman Steiner increased my frustration by, once again, getting a simple order for breakfast wrong. I had had enough with him, pulling him aside, I asked "Steiner, you don't want to be Captain's Yeoman, do you?" He had the decency to look embarrassed at being called out. He shook his head. "Fine, I will have you reassigned back to weapons control, asap. Dismissed." He left with a spring in his step. In all fairness, he had not asked to be assigned as yeoman, his heart was always in weapons control. But now I was without a yeoman.

The yeoman's duties were not onerous; filing, prioritizing my tasks, keeping my cabins in good order, being at my beck and call twenty-four/seven. I was not a captain who watched over every thing my yeoman did. I assigned tasks and assumed they were done correctly; unfortunately, Steiner needed more attention than I wanted to have to give.

But now I was without a yeoman.

Other concerns took precedence and it was not until late in the afternoon I had to deal with the yeoman problem. But the solution presented itself to me serendipitously. 

I was dropping by my night cabin to freshen up before supper when Petty Officer Rowlands appeared book in hand. "Would now be a convenient time to 'lend you my book', sir?" He managed to imply the quotation marks.

"No, I'm afraid not, Rowlands." He looked downcast. Then a brain wave, "But, let's have a quick chat, okay?"

In my cabin, I motioned for him to sit. "Rowlands, you are a quartermaster, correct?" He nodded. "So, you have fairly good organizational skills, I assume." He nodded. "Have you ever thought of applying those organizational skills elsewhere on ship?" He looked puzzled. "I am in need of a Captain's Yeoman. Not a glamorous job. Basically, involves keeping me on track, keeping the office organized, keeping the cabins in order, being a gofer. You do get a little cabin next door here so you get some more privacy. Would you be interested in a trial run at the job?"

He jumped up, and being so tall, banged his head on the ceiling, "Yes, I would, sir. Thank you for the opportunity, sir." He stood rubbing his head and beaming at me.

"Okay then, meet me in my day cabin at 0630 and we will go from there."

So now I had a yeoman. A sexy yeoman with whom I have had sex and who is apparently eager to do that again. 'What have I done?' I asked myself.

I let Steiner know his transfer would be effective tomorrow; I advised the necessary officers about the change over supper in the wardroom.

At 0620, Rowlands was outside the hatch to the day cabin. He was obviously enthused about the assignment and it was hard keeping him in the chair while we went over the job description and duties list.

I told him to arrange the change of sleeping arrangements with Steiner and the transfer of their belongings. I also told Rowlands to chat with Steiner about tasks currently underway and about the realities of dealing with me and my idiosyncrasies.

On my way to the wardroom I encountered Chief Warrant Officer Jennings, looking a little down in the mouth. I recalled my hasty promise to him regarding helping him deal with his anger issues. "Jennings, come to my night cabin around 1930."

After supper and a patrol of the ship, I returned to my night cabin and found Spike ensconced in the yeoman's cabin next door.

"Anything you need, Captain?"

"No, thank you, Petty Officer, but there is something I would like to discuss with you." I motioned him to sit; he chose the bunk. "Spike, when we... well, when we had sex yesterday, I got the distinct impression you like to get fucked. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir, you bet, sir."

"Good, okay, I want to make sure you know that sex is not one of your required duties as yeoman."

"Understood, sir."

"Good, but I am going to ask you to undertake an extra duty for me. A duty you can refuse. Understood?"

"Yes, sir, but, sir, anything you ask I will do."

"Well, this is not you and me having sex," he looked disappointed, "but you and a senior member of the crew having sex." He brightened. "This senior member is having some issues I said I would help him with but I believe you are better suited to assisting him than I."

"Sir?"

"Spike, I got the impression you would not be adverse to having, well, rough sex."

"Rough sex, sir? Not at all, sir."

"And, role playing? Such as a rape fantasy?"

"Rape fantasy? That sounds kinda hot, sir."

"You'd be the one being raped, you understand?"

"Oh, yes, sir. Like I said sounds hot."

I glanced at my watch. "Strip, Spike."

"Yes, sir," he said with alacrity. He popped off the bunk and shed his clothing quickly, piling them neatly on the chair. When he had only his white briefs and white socks I stopped him. 

The white cotton looked great against his hairy legs and belly. "Leave those on. I like seeing you dressed like that." Spike smiled and posed a bit for me, grabbing at his crotch, playing with his cock and balls. "Perfect," I said. I rose and replaced his groping hand with mine. I leaned in to nibble on his nipples.

At 1930 exactly, a knock on the hatch, broke into our interlude. I admitted Jennings whose eyes nearly popped when he saw Rowlands.

"Rambo, meet Spike. I have asked Spike to take on the role of your friend in port." Jennings looked perturbed. "He doesn't know the details of the whys and wherefores. He just knows you need to fulfill a fantasy. He knows it is a rape fantasy and that things might get rough." Turning to Spike, "You understand that and agree to that, Spike?"

Spike looked directly at Jennings, "Yes, sir, I do understand and I will do whatever the Warrant Officer needs me to do, sir." Jennings visibly relaxed. 

"I understand that in situations like this it is customary for the partners to have a safe word. A word that when said stops what is happening immediately. What word will that be, Spike?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "Hippo."

"Understood, Rambo?" Jennings nodded.

"Okay, go for it, Rambo." I ordered.

"Here? Now?" he queried. "In front of you, sir?"

"Damn, right. I arranged this and I want to watch. I want to watch two studs going at it. Any objections, Spike?"

"No, sir, sir!"

Rambo hesitated for a short time then advanced on Spike. He pushed Spike onto the bunk and lifted those long hairy legs. Grabbing Spike's underwear near where his asshole would be, Rambo ripped the fabric exposing the prize. He fumbled with his flies releasing his cock with its big mushroom head. Spike's eyes widened. 

Rambo was in stride now and he positioned his cock on Spike's puckered little hole and rammed it in. All the way to the balls. Spike groaned and struggled. Tears welled in his eyes. 

I rose to intervene but Spike shook his head slightly. He was really into this.

Rambo's fucking pace was earnest, energetic and forceful. As he had with me, he began to verbally berate Spike. "You whore... You fucking cheap slut... Take it, take it all... Fuck you, you bitch, fuck you... Raping you like you deserve, bitch..."

Spike played his role to the hilt, hitting back at Rambo, crying for it to stop and struggling against the assault.

On impulse I took hold of a long flexible metal ruler from my desk. Moving behind Rambo, I swung and made contact with his pants-covered ass. He grunted.

Spike asked, "What did you do?" I told him. "Do it some more, his cock got harder when you hit him." 

I repeated my action. This time Rambo grunted, "Harder. ...Harder!" So I hit him harder.

I then moved in to loosen Rambo's belt and yank his pants to the floor and walloped his bare ass. After several swats, I dropped my own pants to the floor and positioned myself behind Jennings. I ran my cock head along his ass crack until I found his hole. I pushed forward with all my might.

"Jesus H. Christ. Fucking mother of god." Rambo bellowed. I had to clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle the sound not wanting someone to burst in.

"He's cumming in my ass," Spike announced. I could feel the tightening of Jennings's sphincter around my cock. The sensation caused me to blast his bowels with my cum.

I started to withdraw but Rambo grabbed at me to hold me in place. "Hit me. Hit me some more, sir," he whispered.

Somewhat awkwardly I swung the ruler at his ass trying hard to not hit myself. With each strike my cock was clutched and squeezed. Rambo leaned over and bit Spike's nipple causing the latter to squeal with delight. 

I used my free hand to take hold of Rambo's nipple and twist and tug on it. His sphincter let me know he was enjoying it.

I am not sure how long we continued in this vane but eventually I felt physically and emotionally drained. I pulled my softened cock from the warm tight ass it had invaded and plopped down on my chair. 

Rambo and Spike remained coupled, Rambo making slight thrusting motions every few seconds. He fell forward onto Spike doubling poor Spike in half, his knees next to his ears.

Spike finally pushed the older man off him so he could stretch out his cramped muscles. "Feel better, Rambo?"

Rambo stirred enough to look Spike in the eyes, "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

Spike laughed at his concern, leaned in and kissed him, "Yes, you hurt me. And it felt great! I am definitely looking forward to being used by you again." He looked at me, "And being the Captain's Yeoman is going to be a great job, sir. More assignments like this would be great."

We slowly regained our breath and our composure. Rambo and Spike made arrangements for future encounters using Spike's little cabin next door. Or using my cabin when I could be involved.

One thing was apparent, my ass would not be getting as much use by Jennings as I feared originally.



Out of Uniform Ch. 06



The next morning I was awakened by a sense of something not right. I lifted my head and saw a figure quietly closing the hatch. I was about to demand the person identify himself when I caught a glimpse of white in the darkness.

"Spike, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, sir, did I wake you?" Rowlands answered.

"Yes, you did. What are you doing here?" I am not sure if I was perturbed or intrigued.

He approached the bed and I could confirm my glimpse of white was his white cotton briefs, similar to those I had admired the night before. I reached up to turn on the bedside lamp. There was my yeoman naked but for those briefs.

I touched his leg, running my hand up and down through the thick hair coating it. At the top of my run my hand strayed over the cotton covered bulge, cupping the balls then stroking his cock. He sighed and pressed forward encouraging my caress. 

I took the hint and pulled him down to my mouth and began sucking his cock through the cotton. I was so turned on by the look of his briefs against the tan of his skin and his brown leg hair. Spike's spike was hard instantly. His hand grasped my cock through my bedding and stroked it lovingly. 

Remembering how he reacted during his role-play with Chief Warrant Officer Jennings, I took the opportunity to actually bit down on his cock. 

"Fuck, yeah, sir," was his reaction which encouraged me to take hold of his nuts and give them a good strong tug and twist stretching his briefs as I did so. "Harder, sir, harder. Hurt me, sir. Hurt me, please, sir!"

I tugged, twisted and bit harder on all his tender bits. His knees sagged against the bunk. He growled in pleasure. His cock shudder and he erupted. Cum soaked his briefs. 

I moved my mouth up to his cockhead and proceeded to slurp up his hot cum. My other hand reached between his legs and snaked under the leg band of his briefs. I found the puckered little hole I had watched ravaged last night. I rammed two fingers in dry. His body trembled as he reached an immediate second orgasm. 

He moaned, groaned, sighed and whimpered all at the same time. It was an intensely erotic sound. That, and his manual manipulation brought me close to orgasm myself. I forced myself to stop and to stop Spike. He looked very disappointed. 

"Take off your briefs," I commanded. Once he was nude, "Now, jack me off into your briefs."

His face brightened and he went to work on my cock earnestly. I rammed my fingers back into his ass. The two sensations brought me to climax and I emptied my load into Spike's cotton covered hand.

He raised the briefs to his face to lick up the cum but again I stopped his actions. "No, Yeoman Rowlands. Uniform of the day for you, those briefs, shorts, white socks and sneakers. Understood?"

He came to attention, "Aye, aye, sir." He beamed down at me as he put on the cum soaked briefs.

"Now, then, back to my original question: Spike, what are you doing? In here at this time of the morning?"

"Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Okassa sent word asking you to join him on the bridge, sir. Something to do with the weather ahead, sir." 

I swung my legs off the bunk, "Alright, Rowlands, but in future ship's business before pleasure. Understood?"

He went to attention again, 'Understood, sir." He paused, and then added, "But, you started it, sir."

I laughed at his impeccable logic, "Even if I throw you to the deck and am ravishing you against your will..." 

"Never, Sir," he interrupted, offended at the idea it would ever be against his will.

"...ship's business first." I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him. "Now, grab my clean uniform from the closet while I shower."

With his help I was on the bridge within five minutes. "Report, Lieutenant."

Okassa drew my attention to the meteorologist's report showing a major storm system across our path. We were not going to be able to skirt this one as we had the last. In approximately 90 minutes we would be hit the front edge of the storm. I made a ship-wide announcement calling for all hands to secure the ship for heavy seas and strong winds. 

I could hear the banging of hatches and the din of voices as the crew leapt into action securing everything on deck that needed securing.

As predicted, we were being buffeted by raising wind and waves within ninety minutes. The Dorian Gray was a strong rough-weather ship but she still reeled and twisted as we drove further into the storm. Not weather for those prone to seasickness.

Shortly afterward, Rowlands, dressed as ordered with the appropriate addition of a t-shirt, appeared on the bridge bearing fresh fruit, dry toast and coffee, my usual breakfast. Another reason changing yeomen was a good choice. As I munched away, I admired Rowlands' agility as he managed the tray on the heaving ship. I could not help but notice the crinkling of bridge crew noses as they detected the aroma emanating from the yeoman.

"How's it going below, yeoman?" I asked, trying to not laugh at my own double entendre. 

"A okay, sir. Tackling the office this morning, sir," he answered with a straight face but with a little smirk at the end. When dismissed, he turned smartly and left the bridge passing Lieutenant Withers as he did so. 

Withers took a deep breath in through his nose and a smirk appeared momentarily on his lips. Taking station next to me, Withers commented, "I see the new yeoman is working out well, sir."

"Splendidly, Withers, splendidly."

A couple of hours later, I decided I needed to tour the ship to see how everyone and everything was dealing with the weather. Despite the continued heat in the interior, the men on-duty were all dressed in their usual attire, most likely under orders. The men off duty showed more skin but not a lot more.

I was not surprised to see a little chaos in the ship's stores. The rough seas had caused an overhead brace to snap tossing some of the stores about off shelves and out of bins. Lieutenant David ben Zvi was directing his men repair the storage units and to stow the stores more securely when I arrived.

"Captain," he said in surprise and embarrassment.

"Lieutenant, just doing a tour to see how the weather is effecting things," I responded trying to ease some of his discomfort. "I see you and your men are managing things well, " I projected more so the men could hear the praise from me directly.

"Thank you, Captain, we are doing our best. Now, if you could just keep the ship steady for awhile..." he also projected so the men could hear the joke. There were many guffaws in appreciation.

I swiped my hand at the lieutenant in a mock gesture of admonishment saying, "Mutiny" as I did so. Unfortunately, the ship rolled at that moment catching ben Zvi and me off balance. He stumbled toward me and my hand actually connected with him on the bridge of his nose. 

"David, I am so sorry."

"Not necessary, sir," he graciously replied while holding his face, "An accident."

I insisted he come into his small office and sit. He refused an offer to take him to sick bay and only reluctantly allowed me to survey the damage. I had managed to catch him above his eyelid with my wedding ring. Grabbing the first aid kit, I applied a small dressing to the minor cut over the lid. 

As I was standing above him doing this, the ship heaved and I fell into him, this time my groin connecting with his face. I was surprised by his reaction. I would have expected him to push me away instead he wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me closer. 

His chin hit my cock. The lieutenant rapidly dropped his head enough to make contact between his mouth and my cock. Because I did not react adversely he took that as permission and began mouthing my swiftly hardening cock through my uniform. 

I leaned down closer to his ear, "Don't mark the uniform."

David nodded and slid from the chair to the floor. He loosened my belt and undid my fly with great dexterity indicating a familiarity with the procedure. Once my pants were loose he pushed me into his chair pulling my pants down to mid thigh. He very quickly applied his mouth to my cock still encased in the jock strap I opted to wear today.

He was very talented and I thought how I could write up this talent in a performance report. As I was being blown, I could see the men through the large window into the stores room. They were oblivious to what was occurring, thank God.

Meanwhile, ben Zvi was busy stripping off his clothes. Once naked he pulled my pants to my ankles and rubbed his cock along my bare leg. 

I noticed some ointment in the first aid kit and decided to add to the excitement of a secret blowjob. I tapped David on the nose with the ointment tube. He looked at me and smiled. He spun around on his hands and knees presenting his ass to me. He reached around spreading his ass cheeks to give me a clearer view. I shoved my jock strap aside, applied a little ointment on my cock and I shifted forward and shoving my cock into the little puckered hole before me. 

He was tight and I was hesitant to push too hard. Apparently, I needn't have worried, the naked lieutenant beneath me pushed back impaling himself fully on my 7'5". He proceeded to fuck himself with energy. The feeling was sensational. Fucking one of my officers while only a few feet away crewmembers carried on with their work, blissfully unaware.

I slid to the floor to get better access to David's incredibly hot, tight ass. Taking hold of his shoulders I was able to pile-drive into him. David moaned. I reached around him and took hold of a nipple. It was easy to find amongst the thick chest hair because it was the size of a pencil eraser and just as hard. 

I flicked the nipple. David tightened his ass muscles. I pinched it. He tightened again. I took hold, twisting and pulling at the same time. He nearly severed my cock.

I apparently had a crew made up of macho men who like the infliction of pain during sex. And I was okay with that. Big time.

I took hold of both nipples now and yanked, twirled and punished those things as hard as I could. No matter what I did, the good lieutenant whispered 'harder, sir.'

Same thing he said as I rammed into his ass. I would pull all the way out and cram my cock back in. This was so exciting. Fucking a hot lieutenant no more than ten feet away from his men. I could not last long. No more than five minutes after I started fucking him I plunged all the way in and held position. My load blasted its way into his ass. 

As I unloaded, David's ass tightened around my cock five or six times. He was cumming too.

When he stopped spasming, I leaned across his back and whispered, "You are one seriously hot fuck, lieutenant."

"Right back at you, sir." He paused, "Sorry, sir, but I haven't had cock for so long I couldn't resist when yours was right there in my face."

"Quite alright, David. I really enjoyed that. Now, let's see if we can get out of here without the men figuring out what happened."

He chuckled as he gathered his clothes and I straightened my uniform. When we were presentable I lead the way out of the little office saying, "Well, thank you for filling me in, lieutenant..."

"Thank you, sir."

"... and great work, men. Well done!"

A chorus of 'thank you, sirs" followed me into the passageway.

As I made my way through the pitching and rolling ship, I could not help but smile; without a doubt I commanded the best ship in the navy crewed by some of the hottest officers and men in the navy. And I loved it!

The crew took heart as I moved about. 'If the Captain is smiling things must be pretty good,' they were saying to one another. So in a way my perversion was good for the ship's morale, and mine.



Out of Uniform Ch. 07



We were still being battered by the storm well past the supper hour. Everyone was doing his best to cope with the turmoil caused by the constant motion of the ship. I heard reports from the corpsmen of men being tossed from their bunks because they failed to secure themselves sufficiently. So far no serious injuries of any sort.

As I retired to my night cabin I made a point of seeking out Seaman Apprentice Andrew Baskins asking him to come by the cabin. He agreed with alacrity. I gave him a specific time.

At that specific time I was on my personal computer in an instant message chat with my wife. When Baskins knocked, I opened the door quietly, motioned him in indicating he needed to be quiet. I had already stripped down to my jockstrap. I indicated by signs he should undress as well. He smiled happily at that request. I returned to my computer to continue my chat.

I indicated Andrew should get between my legs and begin playing. He did so. Once or twice he had happy noises as he played with my cock and balls with his hands and mouth. I admonished him to be quiet.

Finally, he pulled back, looked at me, and whispered, "Why do we have to be so quiet, sir?"

"I'm chatting with my wife." I whispered back in explanation.

He nodded understanding and then asked, "Do you have a microphone or camera on your computer, sir?"

"No. We are using instant messaging." I whispered.

He sat on his haunches, "Sir, if there is no way she can see or hear us, why do we have to be quiet?"

I looked at the cute blond eighteen year old kneeling between my legs, "Damn, if I know!" I pulled him up and kissed him lustfully, kneading his little ass as I did so. "Feeling a little guilty, I guess. Chatting with her while you suck my cock."

He sat on my lap, grinding his naked ass onto my groin, rubbing his little 5" cock into my abdomen, "I can stop until you're finished, sir."

"Don't you dare! Now get down there and make some semen, seaman. That is an order!" 

He kissed me and slid his ass down my legs to the floor where he went back to playing. I chuckled at something and Andrew asked, "What's funny?"

"She is saying something about sucking my cock."

"Do old married people do that sort of thing? Disgusting," he mocked.

"Get back to work there."

"Are your messages about sex, sir?" He asked, when I nodded, "Read them to me as I suck you, sir. That would be so hot."

The cheek of the little monkey, I thought, but then I realized he was right. It would be hot. I scrolled back to earlier in the sequence to where the sex talk began. As I read, Andrew would try to match his actions to what I was reading. If she said she wanted to nibble my skin, he would nibble at my skin. When she said she wanted to taste the sweat from my pits [a favourite thing of hers] Andrew raised himself up and licked my pits. It was as if my wife was in the room only better.

Better because I had decided the men with whom I was playing around were so much hotter than any woman I had ever been with -- including my wife, however much I loved her. I liked the feel of strong muscular bodies, of body hair, of cocks and males asses, male hands touching me. I liked the smell of male musk and of cum. I loved the taste of cum. I loved the aromas of men. I loved every aspect of what was happening in my life right now.

I managed to finish the session with my wife in time to grab Andrew, throw him against the bulkhead and ram my cock into him full force. He let out a scream, a masculine scream, before I clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle further outbursts and I plunged in and out of his lovely little ass. 

I could not believe I was being this rough with him but rough was part of what I liked to do with men. 

I ravaged young Andrew, unmercifully pummelling his ass, until I blasted my load into him. As I came off my climax high, I pulled Andrew to the bunk and lay beside him on it, "Are you alright, lad? Sorry, I hadn't planned to do that."

He looked at me with a strange expression, "Hadn't planned on fucking me? That's too bad."

"Hadn't planned on being so rough."

"Rough? That wasn't rough, sir. It was unexpected and you went in dry; that surprised me, but it wasn't rough, sir. If you like it rough, sir, just let me know and I get take it rough."

"What are you saying, Andrew?"

"Sir, what you don't know is that yours is not the first cock I've sucked..."

"I gathered that." 

"... I have had plenty of experience. And a lot of it with older men, some of who liked doing me hard." I looked puzzled. "Sir, I lived on the streets since I was 13 and I lived by being a hustler. Selling my body for money, food or shelter."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Of course not, sir. I couldn't tell the recruiters I was a gay hustler wanting to join the navy. I convinced one of my johns to help me, he said he was my step-father and that he gave permission for me to join up before I was 18. That, with the school reports from my teachers, was all I needed..."

"Your teachers?"

"Oh, yes, sir, I finished high school when I was 17 and a half," he answered proudly, "I told myself I was not going to stay on the streets so I went to school every day, well almost every day, and studied where and when I could."

"That is very impressive, Andrew. I am proud of you."

"Really? Thank you, sir, that means a lot," he beamed at me in the same way my own kids did when I praised them, he continued more soberly, "Anyway, some of the guys I went with treated me like... well, like shit...even to the point of raping me."

"My God, Andrew," I pulled him in closer, "and I just did that to you, I'm so sorry."

He kissed me and responded, "No need to apologize, sir. I know you would never hurt me... well, you know, hurt me in a mean way... you know what I mean." He met my eye and winked, "I trust you, sir. That's why I decided to come out to you the other day. I knew from the way you treated the crew you were trustworthy."

I felt overwhelmed, "Thank you, Andrew. I hope I always live up to your trust, son." His eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong? What did I say?" I asked with concern.

He sniffed and wiped at the tears, "You called me 'son'. No one's done that in a very long time. I like it."

I drew him in even closer, cuddling him. I felt very protective of the young boy in my arms. Andrew snuggled against me, sighing contentedly. It felt so right. 

After a time, Andrew stirred, getting from the bunk. "Gotta go or I'll have some explaining to do." 

I nodded, leaned in and nipped his cute little ass, "Just a little reminder."

"Good night, sir," he kissed me and let himself out of the cabin. 

I lay there pondering where things were going now. With most of the men I had encountered on the cruise so far, it was sex. With Andrew, it was a bit more than that. Was I ready to handle 'a bit more'? 

Eventually I drifted off to sleep being aware the ship was no longer tossing as violently as before. Perhaps we were leaving the storm behind.

The following day was indeed calmer. Although it still rained, the winds had died a tad and the sea was in less turmoil.

On the bridge Chief Engineer Hemperer and two other men approached me. I steeled myself for bad news about the engines. "Captain, could you tell us when we'll cross the equator, sir?"

"The equator?" I glanced at the navigational charts and the global positioning device above them, "Looks like day after tomorrow. Why?"

Hemperer gave me a pitying look, "We'll be Crossing the Line, sir."

"Of course, completely slipped my mind. What with the storm and all."

"Mine, too, sir. But Pustonovich here reminded me this morning. There are five pollywogs on board, sir."

"Only five? Who are they?"

Hemperer consulted a list, "Lieutenant Mark Russell, Petty Officer Second Class Stan Kubrick, Seaman Mark Zuckerman, Seaman Apprentice Andrew Baskins and Marine Corporal Henry Rhys."

"One of our marine guests, huh?" We were transporting 6 marines to Australia to take up their roles as embassy guards in Canberra. "Let me consult with Captain Tiessen regarding his man's participation. Other than that I give you permission to start your preparations for the ceremony, Your Majesty." I gave a mock bow to Hemperer who as oldest non-com aboard would fulfil the role of King Neptune with his companions Pustonovich as Davy Jones and the silent Gustavson as Her Highness Amphitrite.

The Crossing the Line ceremony was an old, if not ancient one, in which those crossing the equator for the first time were initiated. The ceremony could not come at a better time. It was always a great morale booster and the crew could certainly use some laughs.



Out of Uniform Ch. 08



The following day dawned bright and sunny but with ominous clouds looming to the west, right in our path.

King Neptune and his court had announced to all and sundry the upcoming Crossing the Line Ceremony and the accompanying Wog Day. Wog Day, actually an evening, allows the Pollywogs to get a little of their own back before their initiation. The Pollywogs are allowed to 'capture' any shellback and practice some of the activities which will be visited on them the following day -- with the warning that which they do will be revisited on them only moreso.

King Neptune also announced the beauty contest to be held tonight. Each work area was to present before the admiring eyes of the crew a beauty from their section with a little cross-dressing in made up bathing suits. Each section chose either the fellow who could be classified the ugliest 'woman' or the best looking and then dressed them in whatever outfits they could which resembled, to at least some degree, a woman's bathing suit -- one piece or bikini was their choice.

By 1830 hours, the beauties were ready and as many of the crew as possible squeezed into the mess. I squished myself in to ogle what the sections had come up with. Communications, Weapons, Stores and Radar all entered the hairiest member of their crews. Seeing these hairy beasts decked out in bikinis made up of various ship items was hilarious. Watching them walk down the 'runway' increased the audience's enjoyment.

Engineering had chosen Andrew Baskins as their entrant and had dressed him in a bikini made of three gob caps and what looked like butcher's string. He was, by far, the best looking entry and not just in my eyes. Andrew garnered more hoots and hollers than all the others combined. I could tell he was relishing the positive attention by the way he played to the crowd, especially wiggling his tiny bare ass at the loudest members of the audience.

Indeed, Andrew won the 'beauty' contest grand price, a tin foil-covered cup. Petty Officer, First Class Wayne Schmidt took second and Seaman Jeff Wu third. Both had also shown as much skin as possible.

Following that contest, Wog Day began in earnest. The five Pollywogs could do want they wanted with any of the shellbacks, those of us who had survived their own Crossing the Line ceremony, within reason. I had declared raw eggs off limits because of the heat and risk of salmonella other than that....

The five Pollywogs had decided to play relatively safely by using shaving cream pies as weapons. They had stockpiled several of these and began launching them at specific targets, most frequently their superior officers or workmates. Lieutenant jg Russell lofted one at me and hit me full centre in the chest.

Those who saw this froze. What would I, the ship's Captain, do in the face of this assault? I put on a stern expression, glared at the lieutenant and marched up to him. He looked concerned. I slowly wiped some of the shaving cream from my uniform. I held it in my hand under his nose, "Lieutenant jg Mark Russell, do you know the punishment for attacking your Captain even with a cream pie?" I demanded loudly. He shook his head and trembled all over. Silence descended on the room. 

I continued, "Court martial, sir, court marital!" The shellbacks caught on more quickly than the pollywogs and began chortling around us. "Hung from the yardarm at dawn, drawn and quartered, sir!" I was doing my best Captain Bligh impression. Then as open laughter erupted, "Or, this..." I smeared the cream on his astonished face. Someone handed me another pie which I shoved into his chest. 

Russell wiped the cream off his chest, and smiling, flung it at me before darting from reach. The 'battle' continued even more enthusiastically. 

In a mischievous mood, I grabbed a can of shaving cream and getting behind Zuckerman, pulled out the waistband of his skivvies and shot shaving cream all over his ass -- a lovely ass I noted in passing -- before snapping the waistband and smearing the cream on his ass through his skivvies -- nice firm ass I noted.

I started something and very quickly a number of men were having cream shoved into their underwear. Most with a shaving can as I had but some with their fellow's hands. I noted Marine Captain Tiessen shoving his cream filled hand into the gym shorts worn by one of his men -- the front of his gym shorts -- and that it lingered a bit. Something to explore later. 

Thirty minutes later, King Neptune called for order and demanded of the pollywogs what further mayhem they planned to inflict on the crew. The five of them, who seemed to have received the worse of the 'battle', shook their heads declaring themselves done. 

The crew acknowledged the pollywogs with cheers and laughter and, good military men all, set to cleaning up the messy mess hall. 

I noticed Andrew had been stripped of two of his gob caps and the third hung rather low on his hips, his genitals well covered with cream. He caught my eye and gave a huge grin turning to wiggle his cream covered ass at me as he returned to cleaning. 

Lieutenant Withers stood beside me. "Well, that was certainly fun, sir."

"Oh, I would say a good time was had by all. Did you have fun, Withers?"

'You could say that, sir," He drew my attention to the front of his uniform the inside of which was cream filled.

"Anyone you know?" I asked.

"Not as well as I intend to know him, sir. ... Very soon."

We left the men to their labours and retired to our individual cabins. 

The next day was less promising weather-wise than the day before. The winds were rising and rainsqualls pelted the ship frequently. Whoever named the ocean Pacific must have been extraordinarily lucky as to weather on his crossing.

Despite the weather, the Wog Day high jinx had greatly elevated the crew's mood. A renewed sense of energy and drive was evident as I toured the ship.

Hemperer and his cronies, aka King Neptune and his court were busy preparing for the ceremony later in the day. I stopped on the fantail to discuss safety with them. The rising seas caused me concern. I didn't want half the crew washed overboard by a rogue wave while watching the ceremony. Pustonovich scoffed at my concern. I glared at him and he shuffled off quickly to prepare the green sea dye for the dunking tank.

Hemperer asked what I thought we should do. I considered for a moment and then offered, "If an hour before you are to begin, the seas have risen I will restrict the audience to those who can be safely tethered to the ship. That includes you and your court as well as the pollywogs. It won't allow as much free movement but it will keep everyone safe, agreed?"

"Makes sense, sir. Will cut down on some of the fun but agreed, sir."

"I will ask Captain Tiessen if he and his men could act as safety patrol to ensure no one flaunts to rules. Carry on."

I found Captain Tiessen in the wardroom enjoying coffee. He agreed to put his men at my disposal during the ceremony, if necessary. I then explored what I had seen the previous night, "Did you enjoy yourself last night, Captain?"

"It was great fun, Commander. Thank you for including us."

"Not at all, Captain. We are all part of the same navy. I noticed you were getting... shall we say, getting into the activity with enthusiasm."

He blushed, "I was enjoying myself, yes, sir." He gave me what I interpreted as a guilty look.

"Yes, I noticed."

"Oh, uh... well, sir ... I ... shit... sorry, sir..."

"Relax, Captain, your career is not over. Unless that marine complains, anyway. I was just admiring your, let's call it, technique and indeed bravery at doing that. Will the marine complain?"

He studied me trying to determine if I was setting a trap. Obviously he decided I was sincere, "No, sir, he won't complain. He and I , well, we... have an arrangement."

"Gotcha, I kinda figured there had to be something. Primarily because he did not flatten you then and there."

"Yes, sir."

"Can I ask... something I heard a long time ago and have always wondered about..." He nodded. "Is it true... well, that most marines will give it up if asked? I know it's probably ridiculous but I have to know, you know?"

He hesitated. "From my experience, sir, I would have to say no and yes. Not to just anyone but to a fellow marine or to a superior officer in one of the services then yes."

"Really! Interesting."

"Any particular member of my squad you are asking about, sir?"

"No, no, just wondering..."

"But now that you know...?"

I was bewildered at his request and suggestion. Was he really offering me one of his marines? 

"Commander, if you have some time now, I could show you how a marine entertains a superior officer when asked, sir."

I stared at the captain taking in his firm well-toned body, his rugged, handsome features, envisioning him naked, "Fuck," I said to myself...

...but apparently not to myself, as the captain responded, "As you wish, sir." He arose and headed for the hatch. "Coming, sir?"

I tagged along behind as Tiessen led to my night cabin. Rowlands was straightening up, "Dismissed." I said and he departed with a glance at the captain.

Tiessen was already stripping as I secured the hatch. He was wearing Superman boxers; I stopped him from taking them off. He joined me in stripping off my own uniform, pausing to suckle a nipple and stick his tongue in my navel. I was, of course rock hard when my jockstrap dropped down my legs. Tiessen was a practiced cocksucker and he dove onto my cock as soon as it was revealed. I held his head as I pumped all the way into his throat. He took all 7.5" without hesitation.

I face fucked him until I felt an orgasm coming. I pulled him to his feet by his ears, there being not enough hair to grab onto. I pushed him onto the bunk and begun suckling on his boxer covered cock. Eventually, I freed his 6.5" cock from his boxers. I started sucking trying to remember the lessons I learned over the past few days from those who sucked my cock. After five minutes he stopped me, "Gonna shoot if you keep doing that," he stated, "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, sir."

I lifted his legs and pulled his boxers up and off. I leaned forward, bending him in half, and reached the lube in the bedside table. I squirted some on my cock and some on, and in, his hole. Tiessen reached around and pushed the lube in with a finger. It was a very erotic sight seeing this macho marine prep his ass for a fucking. "Now, sir," he said, "Fuck me now."

I positioned my cock at his hole and slowly pushed forward.

"I'm a marine, damn it, not a china doll. Ram that sucker in me. Take me like a marine."

And I did. I shoved all 7.5" deep into his ass. He merely grunted. My rhythm was rapid and forceful. The sound of flesh slapping flesh bounced off the bulkheads. Tiessen grunted and moaned. He tightened and loosened his ass muscles with practiced ease.

It was too much for me. The excitement of fucking this marine and his tight muscular ass was too much. I exploded into his asshole. He worked his ass muscles around my cock, "Keep fucking me, sir," he implored. 

And I did. Despite just cumming, my cock remained hard and I continued to fuck him. His muscles milked me to another orgasm and I exploded again.

With my second blast into his ass, the marine captain beneath me also blew a load. It covered his torso and even hit his chin. Without taking my cock from his ass, I licked up his cum from his chin and chest. The cum trapped in his six-pack I scooped up with my fingers and fed to the captain. After my softened cock slipped from his hole, I drew some of my cum and his ass juices out with my finger. Again I fed it to him. He lapped it up with enthusiasm.

When we had calmed, Tiessen looked at me and said, "And that is how a marine entertains a superior officer when asked, sir." I nodded, he continued, "And hopefully the superior officer will ask frequently, sir. And, if you want, sir, a member of my squad, maybe two, might join me in entertaining a superior officer, sir."

"Wow, that would be hot," was my intelligent, considered response.

"Yeah, imagine two marine asses lined up to take that big cock of yours. And marines are trained to follow orders, sir, so we do more than just get fucked, sir. Lots more."

I wanted to explore what that 'lots more' included but, at that moment, Rowlands knocked at the hatch, "Sorry, sir, but they ready for the ceremony. And, Lieutenant Okassa says the seas are getting rougher, sir." Pause, "And, Captain Tiessen, your sergeant was looking for you, sir."

"Thank you, yeoman, we are on our way." I said.

"I see I am not the only one on familiar terms with my men," Tiessen laughed.

"Gee, whatever gave you that idea," I said innocently. 

We cleaned up in my washroom, dressed rapidly and made our way to the upper deck for the Crossing the Line ceremony.



Out of Uniform Ch. 09



Marine Captain Tiessen and I made our way up to the deck above the fantail to have an overview of the Crossing the Line activities below. During our interlude in my cabin, the weather had worsened with rainsqualls and rolling waves. King Neptune's court and the marines had enforced my rules about everyone being tethered safely to the ship when on deck. They had rigged a rope running fore and aft to which the Pollywogs were attached; this gave them the ability to move around but kept them safe.

The five Pollywogs were dressed in dungarees and/or overalls, backwards of course, with skivvies over these. Neptune's court was dressed in the traditional outfits of long wigs, bras and panties over their shorts. Neptune had a small trident with which to prod any reluctant Pollywog.

Everyone on deck was sopping wet when Tiessen and I arrived, the result of rain and the occasional wave, but the enthusiasm and enjoyment had not been dampened. The activities began with Neptune ordering the 'slimy pollywogs' to come before the court, which, of course, meant crawling along the slippery deck on their hands and knees while the shellbacks who could reach swatted their rears. The rolling of the ship increased the time it took the five to achieve their destination; thus increasing the number of swats they received.

Once before the king, they had to endure an 'interrogation' of their worthiness to become shellbacks. This questioning was 'aided' by the administration of a concoction of hot sauce and aftershave. The coughing and sputtering of the responses brought chortles of delight from many of us who remembered our own interrogations. The Pollywogs took this in the manner it was intended and were laughing along. 

Next the five had to make their way through a covered tank filled with salt water and bright green sea dye, fluorescent sodium salt, by 'swimming' to the opposite end. To add to the test the crew had added a good deal of ice to the tank; although in this heat whether that was a good or bad thing was debatable. As Marine Corporal Rhys was exiting the tank a wave struck the ship on the aft port quarter and swept most of the audience along the deck piling them against the rail. His fellow marines were able to grab the corporal who had been temporarily untethered during his swim. 

I leaned over the railing and shouted to King Neptune below, "Neptune! ...Neptune! Let's speed things up before we lose someone!"

Chief Engineer Hemperer, as Neptune, acknowledged me and hastened the last two Pollywogs through the tank ensuring the marines and others were there to prevent any incident for the fellows in the tank.

After a quick conference with the rest of his court, Neptune had the Pollywogs lined up in the middle of the deck. His assistants then distributed the components of the next ordeal. With a good deal of energy and good marksmanship, the crewmembers launched the supply of mushy fruit at the five Pollywogs. It took very little time before they were all covered with a slimy compote of fruit. 

Thus adorned the five were summoned back to the presence of the court, on their hands and knees of course, being swatted as they came. A second wave washed across the deck again creating a laughing pile of crew against the opposite rail. Before I could say anything, Neptune announced, "These lowly Pollywogs what was have proven themselves worthy of joining the human race as shellbacks and to each I will give a certificate so declaring... once we are out of here and in the mess where the cooks have prepared a feast."

Cheers, and some boos at the shortened ceremony, greeted this announcement but none disagreed with the wisdom of leaving the deck as another rainsquall pelted down.

After putting on some dry clothes, I briefly joined the crew in the mess. The five new shellbacks were still in their fruit-covered clothing and were enduring some good-natured ribbing by the others. Andrew Baskins was beaming at all the attention. I was glad to see he, and the others, had not taken the 'torment' personally as I had seen in the past. I welcomed each of the five into the ranks of shellbacks.

I congratulated Neptune, Davy Jones and Highness Amphitrite on a job well done, and thanked Neptune for ending early rather than risking injury in the rising seas.

Those seas brought me to the bridge so I could assess what was happening and what extra tasks were needed, if any. But a good crew like mine with good officers like Withers were atop of things and all was well. Time for Captain's Prowl I decided and off I set.

The off-duty personnel were mostly drying off if they had been on deck so I had some good glimpses of their taut, healthy bodies.

About 45 minutes into my Prowl, I passed the lifejacket storage locker when something within it clanked against the bulkhead. A loose piece of equipment I thought as I opened the hatch. Not quite, I discovered.

Two naked crewmembers in a 69 position were lying on the floor. The first was Seaman Mark Zuckerman, the new shellback, and he was in panic mode at having been discovered in a compromising position. He struggled to rise but his companion tried to restrain him. His companion? None other than young Andrew Baskins, another new shellback. 

"Captain, I... we... it's not what... Oh god, sir," stammered young Zuckerman.

"Mark, relax, it's okay," responded Andrew attempting to reassure his friend life was not over.

"Zuckerman... Mark, breathe. Listen to Andrew, it's okay," I said soothingly. "Mark, Mark, breathe." The poor kid was almost hyperventilating. "In... out... in... out. That's it."

"Sir, I..." he said tearfully.

"Mark, I am not going to cashier you. Relax. You guys go back to what you were doing. Just be more careful and try not to attract attention by making noise, okay? And secure the hatch more carefully so you won't be surprised again."

"Okay, Captain," replied Andrew sitting up to comfort his shocked friend. "Mark, relax, buddy, relax..."

I quietly closed the hatch on Andrew's soothing words. I could not help but chuckle to myself. I was beginning to wonder if the cooks were adding aphrodisiacs to the food. Then I thought, 'Mark is quite cute, if he survives the shock amybe... stop it, you horny bastard.'

The rest of my patrol was not as interesting and was concluded quickly. I regained the bridge just as the meteorologist was completing his report to Withers. Two more storm cells were athwart our course. Steering further south was the best option; that way we would miss the worst of the storms. 

Steering south would allow us to address another issue as well. Since we had been making best speed to make up time, we were in need of fuel which necessitated landfall in order to refuel. The closest port was Yaren in Nauru which had minimal facilities but which could top up our fuel tanks sufficiently to get us to Darwin, Australia where we would meet the rest of the task force. I directed our course to Nauru which we would make at 0400 at current speed.

No point staying up all night, so I retired to my night cabin. As I passed the yeoman's cabin I could make out the sounds of Rowlands 'helping' Jennings. Smiling to myself at the mental image which came to mind, I entered my own cabin. Taking up a paperweight from my desk, I tapped out, in Morse code, 'Shhh, you can be heard.'

Moments later I heard Morse code in return 'Ouch, shhh.'

I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, disturbed at 0345 by Petty Officer, First Class Wayne Schmidt to announce we were entering Nauru waters. The American consul in Yaren had made all the arrangements on our behalf so things moved quickly once in port.

The crew were disappointed they could not go ashore but truth be told there wasn't much to see and do in Yaren anyway.

We were under weigh by 0900 with sufficient fuel to make Darwin at best speed. We made west southwest to pass through the Solomon Islands into the Solomon Sea. From the Solomon Sea we passed Tagula Island, we made for the Torres Strait between Australia and Papua New Guinea. Many of the islands we passed were names crew members up on WWII history would recognize. Withers, a history buff, took delight in using the PA system to point out these historical sites and what had happened in the waters we sailed through.

I was on a Prowl as Withers droned on about Guadalcanal and the Battle of Coral Sea which occurred further south of our location. Many of the crewmembers did not appreciate the history lessons and grumbled about them when they thought I could not hear. I made a note to quell Withers' enthusiastic educational venture. 

My Prowl today took me past Seaman Zuckerman's workstation. He blushed and began to fumble with his equipment as soon as he saw me. "Zuckerman, come with me, please," I requested. The poor fellow almost collapsed, ands all his work mates stared at us and whispered to each other. I led us out on deck by the rail where we were unlikely to be heard.

"Mark," I started softly, "I am sure Andrew let you know you have nothing to worry about regarding what I saw yesterday." He started to speak but only managed to nod. "Do you have anything you want to say or questions you want to ask?"

He gulped and gasped and looked even more embarrassed, if possible. "Well, sir... that is, Andrew said... well, he said... he said you wouldn't make trouble for us, sir, that you were cool about..." he looked around and dropped his voice even further, "... about we... Andrew and me... uh... were doing, sir."

"That is right, Mark. No trouble from me. What the two of you were doing is natural for two healthy teenagers like yourselves."

"Really, sir?"

"Absolutely, your hormones are raging and with only guys around what are you to do?"

He looked relieved and surprised, "Navy regulations..."

"Some Navy regulations, I confess, I hold in less esteem than others. Don't tell anyone I said that or I'll be in trouble." He laughed and nodded agreement. "Mark, if you and Andrew, or you and anyone else want to explore a mutual attraction or just want to experiment, go right ahead. As long as it doesn't interfere with your duties and it is done discretely. Do you understand?"

"I think so, sir. Gee, Andrew said you would be cool about this, but I didn't believe... well, I didn't think you would be so cool, sir, if you know what I mean, sir." 

"I do and I thank you. Now anything else you want to discuss?" He shook his head. "Alrighty, follow my lead and we will forestall gossip by your team mates." I led the way back into the work station, Mark trailing behind, "Again, just wanted to thank you on how well you handled the Crossing the Line, very mature. Just keep in mind what it felt like so when you take part as a shellback you do so with some modicum of restraint."

He faltered, not immediately picking up my thread of conversation, but then responded, "Thank you, sir, it was kinda fun, but I'm glad I won't have to do that again, sir."

I wanted to kiss and ravage the cute seaman but restrained myself, shook his hand and departed.

My meeting with Mark did two things. One, it confirmed for me that Andrew was discrete, even with another sexual partner. Two, it made me horny as hell; Mark was definitely a cute little bugger!

I returned to the bridge and did all the things a captain has to do. Withers' duty rotation had ended so he was not about, so I would have to look for other game. Andrew or Spike were possibilities but both had other sexual outlets. I made my way to the wardroom.

Ah, in answer to a prayer, there sat David ben Zvi and Michael Tiessen finishing their dinner. I grabbed some grub and joined them. We discussed ship matters and non-consequential things for a while. They both started to leave but I stopped them. "Gentlemen, as soon as I am finished my pie, I want both of you to report to my night cabin."

They looked at me and then at each other. I could tell each had figured out my purpose but didn't know how the other fit in with my request. Making sure the steward was not within earshot, I explained, "It is quite simple, gentlemen, we three are going to go to my cabin and I am going to fuck the bejesus out of you. Any questions?"

They looked stunned by my straightforward statement. They then sized the other up as a sex partner. Smiles broke out and they retook their seats, while I finished my meal. Ben Zvi, seated next to me, reached over and ran his hand up my leg giving my genitals a good squeeze when he arrived at them. Apparently at the same time he stuck his foot between Captain Tiessen's legs and pushed at his genitals. The captain looked surprised, looked around for possible witnesses, and took hold of the intruding leg and ran his hand along it.

"Well, I see I have two willing partners for my little romp," I declared. "But, since you both like to bottom, we need a fourth. Any suggestions?"

Both smirked and furrowed their foreheads in thought. 



Out of Uniform Ch. 10



"Well, I see I have two willing partners for my little romp," I declared. "But, since you both like to bottom, we need a fourth. Any suggestions?"

Both smirked and furrowed their foreheads in thought. 

Out of Uniform 10

We made our way to my cabin with my two companions debating the possibilities of a fourth. No decision had been made by the time we arrived but I got a good many ideas about who on board I might approach for future encounters.

I ordered both men to strip, enjoying the spectacle as they did so. These two hunks, one very hairy and one relatively smooth, were mine to play with, mine to command. I told them to undress me and to suck my cock once free of my clothes. It was a very sensual disrobing. Various parts of my body were licked and kissed, nibbled and chewed during the process, including parts of my anatomy I never considered as erogenous areas, by the time they reached my cock I was ready to blow my load. 

"Stop. I'm too close."

Ben Zvi grinned up at me, "No problem, Captain," he said to me and then turned to Tiessen, "Captain, you suck on his cock, I'll take care of the Captain's problem." Tiessen nodded his understanding and dove onto my cock licking up the pre-cum with enthusiasm.

I moved to stop the marine's actions when the navy man encircled the base of my cock with his fingers and gently squeezed. He held on firmly. The urge to cum slowly subsided despite the pleasure of Tiessen's oral attentions.

Without speaking, they managed to coordinate bringing me to the edge of cumming but not allowing me to cum. This combination was driving me crazy. "I gotta cum. Let me cum," I begged but they continued to bring me to the edge and back me off. Another twenty minutes and I was ready to jump out of my skin. "Alright, one of you or both of you sit on my cock now, I gotta cum now." 

They laughed at the idea both could sit on my cock at once. Instead they each took a side of cock and sucked, licked and nibbled up and down my shaft. When I announced I was cumming, two mouths were positioned at the head and when I finally blew my load they shared the reward.

I lay on the bunk marvelling in the intensity of the orgasm I had just experienced; convinced I was done for the night. My companions had other ideas and I felt them working on my cock, my balls, even my asshole in an effort to arouse me. It worked.

"Now for the fucking," declared the marine, "You have two horny bottoms who want your cock, Captain. Bad for morale if you fail us." He arranged himself at the edge of the bunk, ass ready for plowing. Ben Zvi settled himself in tight proximity, ass also at the ready.

I stood behind them admiring the sight. To decide I used a tried and true scientific method of decision making, "Eeny, meeny, miny moe," I chanted ending with a quick, hard shove into ben Zvi's waiting ass. He moaned in pleasure, leaned over and kissed Tiessen.

Ten hard strokes and I withdrew and plunged rapidly into marine ass. Tiessen growled, arched his back and shoved himself onto my cock, "Fuck, yeah, cock, love cock in my ass, sir."

I developed a rhythm. Fucking one then the other, savouring the different feel of their asses and then moving on again. "God, I wish I had a two-pronged prong so I could do you at the same time. So hot!"

"David," Tiessen said to ben Zvi, "Lay on top of me. Back to back." His fellow bottom clambered on top. "Lift your legs. ... Now. Captain, a double ass for your pleasure."

Sure enough their assholes were only a few inches apart. I didn't have to shift place as before now I just had to stand or squat a bit and ram my cock into which ever hole was there.

I was having the time of my life. I stopped momentarily and took hold of their balls pulling them together and playing with them. I had a devious thought and gave it a try. I slowly placed each man's balls at the entrance to his own ass and applied pressure. In essence I wanted to fuck them with their own balls. Because I had opened them with my cock the holes were loose enough to accept the balls. Both men moaned, groaned and grunted. Satisfied with my efforts I then stood and gently slid my cock into ben Zvi's hairy ass. 

"Arrghh! Oh, fuck, oh man. Fuck."

Tiessen demanded, "What? What's happening?"

His navy companion replied, "He shoved my balls up my ass and now his cock is fucking them into me."

"Me, Captain, do me too," Tiessen pleaded. So I did, sliding into his hot, ball-stuffed hole. "Jesus H. Christ, that is so hot, Captain. Fuck my balls! That hurts so good."

I switched back to ben Zvi's ass and began to alternate again. Only a few strokes of my cock generated an orgasm for Tiessen. His balls slid out of his hole as they drew closer to the base of his cock. Ben Zvi had the same reaction as his body reacted to his coming orgasm. 

I pushed David off Michael and flung my body between theirs, "Suck me off! Do it!" and they did. It took only a few swipes of their mouths for me to blow another load. Once again they shared the reward between them.

When we had regained some composure, the marine asked, "Where the hell did you learn that ball thing, Captain?"

"Just sort of came to me," I responded truthfully, "when I saw your balls hanging there."

"That was so hot. I'm going to make that part of fucking my men. Make them take it like marines. 'Are you made enough to have your balls fucked into you?' Thanks, Captain."

I laughed, "You're welcome. I want to be there as your men shove their balls into their asses. And to watch as they fuck each other that way."

"Me too," piped in ben Zvi, "I want to watch the marines prove they can take the pain like men."

"It hurt that much?" I asked with concern.

Both responded together, "Damn straight it hurt." "Fuck yeah. But the pain made it hotter."

I accessed their tender balls and gave then a good, sharp yank. "Yet another piece of information to keep in mind when I fuck you guys in future. Ball play."

"I can't speak for my fiend here but CBT always works for me, sir," said Tiessen.

"CBT?"

"Cock and ball torture, sir. I really get off on it."

"Really? Hard core?" asked David. Tiessen looked at him and nodded. "You and I need to talk," David ended.

"And, you get off on hard nipple play, right, David?" I injected. Ben Zvi's turn to nod. 

"Interesting," was Tiessen's reply.

"Alright, gentlemen, I need my beauty rest so hop it."

"Aye, aye, sir," they snapped to attention and gave their best salutes. Quite the sight as they were still naked. 

I was almost tempted to order them to return to their cabins naked but resisted reluctantly. I gave each a hard swat on their bare asses as they dressed. "Thanks, this was great. Another time, perhaps."

They each indicated their agreement and departed.

I slept the sound sleep of the sexually satisfied. I was roused by the quiet opening of the hatch and a whispered 'Captain?' from Rowlands. Before I responded I heard the rustle of clothing being dropped. 

Rowlands stood next to my bunk and again whispered, a little more insistently, "Captain?"

I opened my eyes and took in his cotton brief clad body, the white stark in the gloom of the room, "Yes, Yeoman."

"Captain, good morning, its 0600, sir."

"Thank you, Rowlands. Why did you take your uniform off to wake me up?"

"You indicated you liked seeing me in my briefs, so I thought, well, why not, sir. Is that okay, sir?"

I ran my hand up his bare leg gently cupping his cotton-covered crotch, "Perfectly okay, Spike. I appreciate the thought ... and the sight. Nice way to start the day."

He pushed my hand tightly into his crotch, "You have a 0700 meeting in the wardroom, sir, and you wanted to stop by Engineering beforehand."

"Thank you, Yeoman," flinging the bedcoverings off my naked body, "Let's get to it."

He started to pull off his briefs, "Yes. Sir..."

"No, Spike, I meant let's get to the workday," I chuckled. "not...

He chuckled with me, "Oh, good, sir. I'm still a little sore from the work out Warrant Officer Jennings gave me last night."

"He isn't going too far, is he?"

"Oh, no, sir, Last night he was frustrated because of the air conditioning thing and needed to vent that. Just a little more, uh... enthusiastic than usual, sir. I can handle it, sir."

"Good, I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Well, any more than usual." He nodded and smiled his thanks then turned to getting my uniform from the closet. 

My stop at Engineering was less than inspiring. There was nothing to report on the air conditioning, everything else was running smoothly.

Tiessen and ben Zvi were sharing a table when I stopped by the mess to grab some sustenance before the meeting. They were both in very good spirits and greeted me with thumbs up and cheery 'good mornings'.

The morning meeting ran smoothly and quickly. On the bridge, Lieutenant Withers and I conferred on navigation. Over night we had passed into the Arafura Sea. Our next port of call would be Darwin where we would connect with the rest of the task force and with the elements of the Australian, New Zealand and Indian navies with which we would be holding manoeuvres. After we got that damn air conditioner fixed, of course.

Since it was likely we would play host to personnel of the other navies we needed to get everything 'ship shape and Bristol fashion' as it were. The first step of that would be getting the men back into proper clothing.

Withers whispered, "That's a damn shame. Perhaps the personnel from other navies would appreciate our semi-clothed sailors. I know I have."

"Good order be damned. Order the crew to strip and present for inspection. Front and rear!" I whispered back. We could not help but let out hearty laughs at the bawdy humour. The bridge crew looked at us. "See to it, Lieutenant," I projected for all to hear. 

Orders, proper orders, were given and slowly the ship began to regain a navy-like appearance. My mid-morning patrol was satisfactorily concluded, although I confess I missed the sight of men in skivvies or less. 

We planned our arrival in Darwin for 0900 the following morning. That night I took no companion, or companions, to my cabin.