Group Sex With Sailors At Sea 2

He told me about all the girls back home he had fucked, and how they loved his dick, and how he wished he had some of that stuff right here right now. I just nodded to everything he said. I never spoke about my own life. How could I?

One day we were in the supply room. Just the two of us. And he was telling me about when he was on the wrestling team in high school, and how he had won the state championship.

"That's so great," I said. I admired him so. I was in awe of this man.

"What about you, Freddy? You never talk about yourself. How come?"

"Oh. My life isn't very interesting. Just high school and enlisting and the Navy and now here. I haven't done anything important or exciting."

"Do you have a girl back home?" he asked me.

"Uh. No," I answered.

"What's the matter guy? You don't like pussy?" He thought he was joking but he hit a raw nerve and suddenly I began to cry.

"What is it, Freddy? Is something wrong? Did I say something?"

"No. No. Just forget it. I'm just having an emotional moment. It will pass." I straightened my shoulders and drew in my breath and tried to control myself.

"No. There's something wrong. Tell me what it is. We're buddies, right? Let me help you."

"You can't help me." And now I was sobbing. He came over and put his arm around my shoulder. We sat down side by side on a crate and he kept rubbing my arm, trying to comfort me.

"Talk to me," he persisted.

"Suppose I told you something that would make you hate me?"

"You can't tell me anything that would make me hate you. We're buddies, right? You're my little pal."

"If I tell you, you have to promise-swear to god-never to tell another person what I told you."

"Okay. Sure. This really sounds serious."

"It is," I assured him and wiped at my tears with my sleeve.

"Trust me," he told me. And then my defenses collapsed. I couldn't keep my secret a moment longer. I knew I would lose my best buddy, who would hate me forever, but he had to know the truth. I had to let it out."

"You just said 'You don't like pussy?' like it was a big joke."

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, it's not a joke. I don't like pussy. I'm gay."

He whistled slowly nodding his head as he was digesting this information.

"So what you're telling me is that you're one of these gay guys?"

"Yes," I told him.

He whistled again. "Wow. That's a bombshell. I never realized. So if you don't like pussy, what do you like? Cock?"

"That's right," I told him. "I like cock. Do you hate me? Do I disgust you? Do you feel contempt for me? Well go ahead. I can't help it. That's the way I am."

"I don't hate you at all," he told me. And then his arm around my back holding my far arm pulled me to him and squeezed me a little to his side. "I just wish I had known. I just wish I had known."

"I'm sorry. How could I tell you? If they found out about me I would be discharged. My life and my feelings are a total secret. Only you know, and you promised you wouldn't tell anyone, remember?

"I know. I know. Don't worry. You can trust me."

"Okay," I said. And now I was feeling a little better. My terrible secret was out, and I hadn't been rejected in revulsion.

"So you like cock?" he asked me with a funny tone in his voice.

"Yes?"

"You like to suck cock?" He had this crazy grin on his face, like he could hardly believe that anyone would really like to suck cock.

"Yes."

"Do you take it up the ass?"

"I haven't done that yet," I said.

"But you might?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

He gave another long slow whistle. His right arm was around me, but his left hand started to touch his pants, and I noticed he had a little bulge that was bulging bigger with each second.

"So you like to suck cock?" he kept repeating. "I have a cock," he told me. "You wanna see it?"

I did, but I didn't want to admit it. He didn't let my silence stop him. He took his arm from around me and moved both hands to his fly, which he zipped down, and drew his tool out into the light of the supply room.

"Look at this dick," he told me. "This dick needs to get sucked. So badly. So badly. Do you like this dick?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Do you think you might wanna suck it for me?"

"It's against the rules," I said nervously. I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

"Fuck the rules," he told me. "This dick wants to get sucked. Do you want to do it for me? I would consider it a favor. I would consider it an act of friendship.

"Well, okay." I gave in to my basest needs and sank to my knees in front of his rigid penis. I licked at it, all around. It had a sweet, masculine, but clean taste. I finally moved the knob to my lips and opened wide, taking it in an inch at a time.

"Oh. That's so great. That's so great," he kept muttering, as I sucked on him. And now he was opening his belt and letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor. Now he was grasping his tennis-ball testicles and holding them out for me to suckle on. The hairs scraped my tongue, but I loved his big balls. He made me suck everywhere. His legs. His asshole. Everywhere. My tongue went wherever he ordered it to go. Finally he put his dick back into my mouth and pushed all the way in. It was hard not to choke, but I wanted him to have what he wanted.

"Oh. That's so great. That's so great," he kept mumbling. "Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck. I'm gonna shoot my fucking load. I'm gonna shoot my fucking load right down your tight hot faggot throat. Take it! Take it!" And then he started bucking his hips, and the tip of his dick was hitting the back wall of my throat, when I felt the gushes pulse out. I drank my buddy's sweet cum and licked my lips.

"Thank you, guy. That was so great. You can't even imagine."

"You won't tell anyone?" I asked again nervously.

"I won't if you don't want me to. But there are a lot of horny sailors aboard this ship. A lot of horny sailors who'd just about give their right arm to have some hot lips wrapped around their stiff dicks?"

"Hot faggot lips?" I asked bitterly.

"Hell, yes," he told me. "Hell, yes. You're making a big mistake keeping this to yourself. A lot of guys would be grateful to the end of their days if you sucked their dicks for them."

That did make sense. I remembered the conversation in the shower. All the things that Sailor A and Sailor B and Sailor C had said. I had wished that I could have revealed myself at that moment, and given them each the pleasure which they so longed for. Was my life about to change forever? Was I going to become the ship faggot? I decided-Yes. I would become the ship faggot. I would make all the sailors happy and myself as well.

"Well maybe if you told a very select couple of people who you were sure would be discreet?" I proposed.

"Done," he said. "Leave it to me. I'll be your manager, so to speak."

Little did I know at that point that he would be taking money to set up the appointments. I don't think that was right. Do you?

We finished up in the storeroom and went on with our daily tasks. It was very hot in that desert climate, so I decided to take a shower around ten o'clock at night. I thought it would help me to sleep better.

I was not alone in the shower. There were other sailors there. Sailors who were hot and who were fretful.

SAILOR D: Fuck. I need sex like crazy. This is not good being confined on this fucking battleship.

SAILOR E: Not good indeed. I need to dip my wick into some smooth wet warm pussy.

SAILOR F: Man. Shut the fuck up. You're getting me hot and horny. Now I've got a fucking hard-on.

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