Group Sex With Sailors At Sea 4

I could no longer go into the shower and pretend not to notice the homoerotic activity, because it was almost always now directed at me. No longer did all those explosions of stored up sperm swirl wasted down the drain. It was my main protein. My ass was constantly at some sailor's beck and call. I never refused. I was insatiable. I was a slut. I was happy.

Then I got an order to report to Captain Hutchins' office on the top deck. My blood froze. Did he know anything?

I climbed up to the top deck and walked down the passage toward his office. Timidly I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a voice called.

I answered through the door. "Ensign Berle, sir. You wanted to see me."

"Yes. Come in. Come in."

I opened the door and entered. He motioned for me to sit in the chair on the other side of his big wooden desk. I sat there as he continued writing in a notebook. I studied him. He was a handsome older man. Maybe fifty. He had steel grey hair in a military buzz cut, which partially disguised the fact that he had lost a little hair in the front. He had hard sharp straight features. His lips were thin and straight. His nose was thin and straight. And his eyes were this strange sky blue, which should have been a warm color, but they were deadly cold. He had a square chiseled chin. He was so perfect, he looked like he had been drawn as the superhero in a comic book. I admired the wide expanse of his chest beneath all the medals and ribbons. The power of his chest. The power of him. He was like the daddy figure in my wildest dreams. I hoped he did not know that I was the ship gay guy. He was obviously a man who would demand absolute masculinity aboard his vessel. He continued writing in his notebook with his left hand. So he was left-handed. I watched his left hand as he scribbled away. I noted the gold wedding band on the 4th finger. Finally he closed the notebook, and put down the pen and looked straight into my eyes with those cold blue eyes of his.

"I've been hearing some rumors, ensign."

Oh, god. He knew. He knew. How could he not know? Everybody knew. Everybody was fucking me. I was sucking off every cock on the ship by now probably. Oh god. I would be discharged. Discharged in disgrace.

"What rumors, sir?" I asked timidly.

"I have heard a couple of guys mention that you were a gay guy. Is that true?"

I sat there in stunned silence. There was no way I could tell the truth and there was no way I could lie. I mean everybody knew. Everybody. Oh god!

"Yes, sir. It's true. I am gay."

"Well. Well." He picked up his pen and twiddled it as he was thinking, and as he thought he was nodding his head a little, but all the while studying me with those cold eyes.

"You know that it's military policy not to have gay guys in the service, don't you, ensign?"

"Yes, sir. I do know that." And now my heart sank. I was about to get a dishonorable discharge from my beloved Navy. The battleship which had once been hell but had become heaven for me along with all my beloved shipmates was about to be lost to me. I started to cry. "I can't help it, sir. That's the way I am. But I love my country and I love the Navy. I know you think that I am not worthy to serve. I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"You know, ensign. I don't exactly approve of that policy," he told me.

"You don't?"

"No. Not at all. I'm sure there are lots of gay guys who love their country and would be happy to serve in the military if they were allowed. I think it's wrong not to allow them to serve."

"You do?" Maybe things were looking up.

"Of course, generally speaking, sexual activity would not be tolerated on a war ship. Even with gay guys. It's kind of inappropriate behavior. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said. Where was this going?

"But we have kind of a special situation here, don't we. I mean we have a bunch of sailors stuck aboard a battleship in a war zone maybe for years to come. Nobody knows how long. We have exploding passions."

"Yes," I said.

"It's not normal and it's not healthy for a man not to have a proper sexual release, is it?"

"No, sir. It's not." Everything he was saying was making so much sense. He really understood the way of the world. There was not any of that sanctimonious moralizing and condemnation which you would have expected.

"So what I've been thinking is that maybe having a gay guy on the ship is a very good thing. It gives the straight men a chance to expend their sexual energy, so to speak. I mean, if they can relieve their sexual tensions and frustrations, there's less chance of them going crazy. Less fist fights. Less insubordination. We have a happier community. Am I making myself clear?"

"I think so, sir," I told him.

"Good. So now let's clarify everything. You like to suck cock, right?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

"Good. Do you also take it up the ass?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

"Good. Good. Well I want you to know that I appreciate the service you're performing for all the straight sailors on this ship who have not seen their wives or girlfriends for a very long time, and who knows when they will see them again. A man needs to regularly shoot his wad, ensign. That's normal. That's natural. The testicles are constantly manufacturing fresh new sperm, and the older sperm must be cleared out from the body. That's nature's way."

"Yes, sir."

"So you are actually giving nature a helping hand by sucking off your shipmates, and letting them shoot their older sperm into your hot little ass. Am I right?"

"I guess so, sir. Whatever you say, sir."

"I say you are a good patriotic Navy man, and we're proud to have a cooperative gay guy like you on board the USS Pittsburgh."

"You mean, you're not discharging me? I can stay in the Navy?"

"Of course, son. Of course never tell the admirals we had this little talk. They're not all as broad-minded as I am."

"I understand, sir." I smiled at him. He stood up, so I stood up. He came around the desk and I thought he was going to shake my hand, but he drew me close to him and hugged me in a kind of affectionate fatherly embrace. What a lovely guy, I thought. I immediately fell a little in love with him.

"Good man," he said, releasing me.

"Thank you, sir."

"You know, I also have not seen my wife for a very long time, and may not see her or any other woman again for months or for maybe years."

"Yes," I said. And I knew.

"I also have needs, ensign. I also have older sperm that has to be eliminated from my system. The balls are constantly manufacturing. Constantly manufacturing. The older sperm has to go."

"I understand, sir. Did you want me to suck you off?"

"Yes. That would be a nice start, of course. But what I want to do is fuck a nice tight hot pussy. Do you have such a thing?"

"I think so, sir."

"Well, why don't we find out," he suggested. He started undressing me in the middle of his office, and then he stripped off his own Captain's uniform with all the medals. He was older, but he was slim and trim and in perfect shape, and he had a magnificent penis which was very hard and aching for my attention. I sank to my knees before him and began to suck on him.

"Let's go to the couch," he suggested. "I'm an old guy. I like to sit while I'm getting sucked. Okay?"

"Whatever you say, sir," I said.

He sat on the couch and I crawled on my knees across the room and stationed myself between his thighs. I gave him the full service treatment. Legs, crotch, ass, perineum, balls, shaft-the works. Then I took his dick back into my mouth and sucked on it, all the while making noises of pleasure, to let him know how much I was enjoying it. After a while though he said, "I want to fuck your ass, sailor." He stood up. "Lie on the couch face down." I did as he ordered. He stood looking at my ass for a few minutes, kind of admiring it. Then he took his hands and separated my cheeks. He was just staring at my hole for the longest time. Then he lowered his face and began to spit into my hole. Spit after spit after spit. He worked the saliva into me with his strong fingers and then he crawled over me and straddled my thighs. He pushed his dicktip into my opening, and by now I had been fucked enough so that it was not the least bit distressing. I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted him to plunge it in and sink down on top of me and close his arms around my chest. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his sailor baby.

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