Navy Interracial Nazi

I went into the Navy largely because I thought it would be easier than any other branch of the armed forces. After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N.C.O. Jake Taylor.

He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees. Maybe that's the reason he was such a bastard to us. He thought we were in the Marine Corps, and tried to prove it every day by leading us through endless drills on deck. He himself, of course, could perform every maneuver flawlessly --and had tight rippling biceps, and immaculate abs.

He thought I was the poorest possible excuse for a sailor --which was true --and never tired of telling me so. The only people he was harder on were the black guys: Peter, a silent sullen seaman, who brooded, and took it, and Chaz, a rangy brown-skinned guy with an animal's grace and hidden power. It was Chaz who started calling him "Nazi Jake", but we all took it up. It so obviously fit.

Then, all of a sudden, midway through the third week, Nazi Jake quit picking on Chaz. Completely. Chaz didn't seem surprised at all, but the rest of us couldn't figure it out.

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One night, not long after that, I had insomnia. It was maddening. They had worked me like a dog all day, and now I couldn't sleep. So I snuck out of quarters, and wandered around the ship. It was quite peaceful really, to see the moon over the ocean, and feel the deep throb of the engines.

By 0200 hours, I had worked my way down to the third sub-deck (back in the hot and humid part of the ship) when I heard raised voices. It sounded like two guys arguing. As I snuck closer, I could identify the participants. It was clearly Chaz and the Nazi. There was some kind of rhythmic sound and then I heard the Nazi say:

"Aw shit, that hurts!"

And Chaz said: "I don't give a fuck!"

There wasn't any more talking then, just some panting, and then I heard the Nazi moan.

I had no idea what was going on. Keep in mind, I had been a sheltered kid, who was still a virgin, and didn't really get the concept of homosexuality. So It was a real shock to me to peek around round the corner, and see Jake bent over a pipe, with Chaz fucking the hell out of his ass.

It was a shock to Jake too, who was staring right into my face. He started squirming & trying to get Chaz off of him.

"Yo, get off!" he yelled. "There's someone watching us!"

"Let him watch," said Chaz. He had a death grip on Jake's chest, and seemed to be enjoying the squirming.

"I'm telling you to get off of me you damn nigger!" said Jake.

In answer, Chaz just bucked his hips two, three times, and then thrust all the way in. I had seen my own reflection in the mirror enough times to recognize the expression of a man who was shooting his load. There was an answering spasm from Jake, and they both went limp.

All this time, I had been standing frozen in the doorway. I was just wearing my boxer shorts, and my little dick was poking straight out through the fly. With a sigh, Chaz pulled himself off of Jake, and sat down heavily on the floor, his long legs going every which way, and his massive dick coiled on the floor like a serpent.

"Come on in," he said. "He won't do nothing to you. He don't want you tellin' no one what you just seen."

I toddled forward, as if in a trance. Chaz cleared his throat & spit in Jake's general direction.

"Want a turn?" he said. "I got him all loosened up!"

Did I want a turn? I had never even imagined such a thing, and yet, it was if I was hypnotized. I walked over to Jake, still draped over the pipe, and put a questioning hand on his ass. It was dripping with Chaz's cum.

"Don't do it," he said weakly. "You'll be sorry."

"Go ahead," said Chaz, the devil on my shoulder. "He'll never bother you again."

"Come on, Chaz," said Jake. "I don't wanna be fucked by this little tadpole."

That was it. My resolve stiffened (literally). Pulling off my boxers, I pushed my hips forward. Just like that, I was inside (Chaz wasn't kidding when he said he had loosened him up!). It was an indescribable sensation. I stood there, enjoying it for a minute, and then guided by instinct, I began to hump my hips. It felt great!

Despite his earlier complaints, Jake seemed to be enjoying it too, because I heard little moans of pleasure coming from his lips.

I was so into what I was doing, that at first I didn't notice that Chaz was standing behind me, fingering my ass. When I did notice, it just added to the pleasure I felt, stirring something deep in my bowels. Then I felt something big and blunt nosing against my asshole. It took me a moment to realize what it must be.

"No, wait a moment!" I started to say. But it was too late. With a sudden push, I was pierced. I felt such pain and pleasure mixed as I had never imagined in my life, and every push of Chaz's hips against mine brought me more of the same. I was the meat in a sandwich and I felt Chaz's chest pressing against my back, at the same time as Jake's shoulder blades cut into my flesh. Jake was whining and moaning in earnest now, as every powerful thrush of Chaz's dick pushed me deeper into Jake's body.

Chaz's heavy panting sounded in my ear, and his heart throbbed against my back, and I felt them both as if they were my own. In fact, it was as though I seemed to vanish for a moment, and then it was just Chaz wildly stabbing his black spear into the tight white flesh that was Jake, and then it was just one of us, in a confusion of arms and legs and dicks, and Chaz spurted into me and through me, as I filled Jake with my seed, and he spent himself against the cold hard metal pipe.

And after that, "Nazi Jake" never gave me a problem again.

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