Date: Sun,  2 Nov 2003 14:53:01 +0000
From: Richard <richard@hdemail.com>
Subject: The Ammunition Locker

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All participants are 18 or older, and no suggestion of underage
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The story is set on a Britsh frigate in 1978 and is extarted from a book I
am nearing completion of about my true sexual encounters in the twentiful
century Royal Navy. To set the scene the warship has just left Hong Kong,
the authour is also a teenage sailor at the time:

The trip continued and I went about my daily work, which at the time meant
I looked after the ships small arms and ammunition storage. I was part of a
small team called the "Gunners Party". My boss was one of the Royal Marine
Corporals and between us we looked after the ships ammunition storage
checking daily that they were secure and safe. I enjoyed the job as I had a
lot of autonomy and was not part of the upper deck teams that spent most of
their time scrubbing and painting the ships superstructure. In fact that
was the worst part of being a seaman. Our specialist jobs were only called
on for naval exercises and of course operational work and war. The
remainder of the time our work could be pretty routine bordering on
demeaning. In the pecking order of a warship the people that fight the ship
often had the lowest standing amongst the ships company.

My day would be spent collecting the temperature of the weapon storage
spaces and logging them in a central register. I did have to clean the
spaces as well but as a rule they did not get that dirty and because of
safety regulations there was a limit to what could be done when ammunition
was stored. My favourite part of the job though was looking after the small
arms weapons the ship carried. I took great pride in keeping the guns well
maintained and the added bonus was I got to fire them more often than
normal. It was not that I was obsessed with guns but there was something
satisfying in firing one. My favourite was the 9mm pistol. When I handled
and fired it I often imaged I was Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry. There was
a pleasing satisfaction in seeing my target ripped apart from the pistols
bullets and was one of the best stress releases I every found.  It was my
job on the gunner's party that placed me in a position where I actually did
have sex onboard one of Her Majesties warships.

As much as I fought the gay sexual urges I felt the reality I was still a
teenager with raging hormones. My fear of being exposed as a queer
dominated my thoughts and dictated my actions as they had when Paul had
made his move on me. But there was only so much I could cope with and being
constantly surrounded by cute sexy sailors 24/7 made life hell sometimes. I
was eighteen when the incident happened. Having recently passed my Leading
Hand exams I was involved in helping the younger sailors with their studies
for Able Seaman. It sounds strange saying younger sailors when in fact I
was only about a year older than them. But the navy did that to you, made
you feel older than your actual age, especially if you gained promotion at
an early age. The group I was helping were focussing on the small arms and
ammunition part of their studies hence my involvement. I was taking them
through weapon handling drills as well as letting them join me on the daily
rounds of the ammunition stores. One of the seamen in my group was a cocky
Londoner called Frankie. He was a skinny gangly teenager who had joined the
warship straight out of training just as we deployed to the Far
East. Frankie was popular because he had an infectious humour but he was
always in trouble. The trouble Frankie had was he didn't know when to stop
being funny and to take his job seriously. He was also a very touchy
tactile guy and often let his hands wonder a little too far during the
inevitable play fighting that could be found on any ships junior rates mess
deck.

I had arranged for another training session with the group this time
focussing on the storage of 4.5" gun ammunition. The session was going last
about an hour in the aft ammunition store deep below decks at the stern of
the ship. There was very strict rule about entering these spaces and as it
was below the waterline it meant that where every possible the door had to
be closed fully with all eight door clips in place even when people were
inside the store. I had often thought that I had the ideal job to be
legally alone with another guy onboard a warship. By this I meant there
were rules about sailors being behind locked doors if there were only two
of them. The paranoia of the naval senior staff was two sailors behind a
locked door it must equal buggery. But because of ships safety requirements
I often had found myself working below decks in a secure space alone with
another sailor.

Originally all three of the group were going to be attending the training
session but because of other commitments it ended up with just me and
Frankie. At first I was going to reschedule the session but Frankie would
not stop bothering me bleeding that he needed to finish this part of his
studies as quickly as possible. He promised he would make it worth my while
if I did the training so reluctantly I agreed thinking I would have no
peace from Frankie if I didn't. What I never counted on was just how
grateful Frankie was in showing me his appreciation!

We both entered the aft ammunition store as arranged and I firmly placed
the eight door clips back into place to make sure the door was
watertight. The store was functional in design and consisted of ten stage
bins around the edges and four placed back to back in the middle of the
space. They all stretched to the deck head providing a total storage space
for over two hundred 4.5" shells and propulsion cartridges. Apart from the
ammunition handling equipment, a sound powered phone and the hoists that
moved the ammunition to the gun deck there was not much to the room. I
quickly started showing Frankie the correct use of the handling equipment,
what do and look for when checking the space on daily rounds. As I covered
his study needs Frankie took notes in his task book that together with a
signature from each instructor kept together his proof of study. The
training session went really fast and was over in about fifteen
minutes. Frankie asked a few extra questions mainly about ammunition
markings and fuse settings. Satisfied that we had completed the
requirements of his task book Frankie asked me to sign the task off
confirming he had attended the session. It was strange in a way as I was
only an Able Seaman myself but the Chief Gunner was happy that I knew my
stuff in this area and as he did the final exams it did not comprise the
standards needed.

Looking at Frankie I realised that despite his gangly and stick thin build
he was in fact quite cute. And I had seen him in the showers many a time
and his cock certainly looked like it would be a handful when aroused. I
also thought about the few times Frankie had firmly paced his hand on my
cock when we had been messing about in the mess deck. He certainly was not
shy when it came to touching other sailors forbidden regions of that I was
sure.

"So how are you going make this worth my while then?"  I cheekily asked
Frankie who was now trying to hand me his task book for signing. He stood
still for a moment obviously in deep thought. His response was

"Not sure, what were you thinking?" I took a deep breath and took a chance
"How about a blowjob?" I responded.

Without a moments hesitation Frankie replied

"Okay then, get your cock out."

At first I was a little hesitant not sure if this was a good idea even
though it had been my suggestion. I knew we were in a safe place and no one
could interrupt us without warning. The watertight door took a good thirty
seconds to open and was very noisy in the process. We also had time on ours
hands as I had advised the Officer of the Watch on the ships bridge that we
would be in the ammunition store for at least an hour. Frankie became
inpatient with me and placed his task book and pen on the floor. Before I
could stop him he pulled at the Velcro strip that fastened my overalls
together revealing my naked chest and boxer shorts. His hand grappled at my
crutch and through the cotton of my underwear he took a grip of my hardened
cock.

 "Seems like you really want this" Frankie said to me his face moving
closer to mine.

He then kissed me firmly on the lips and forced open my mouth with his
tongue. Before I could make any form of protest (which was unlikely really)
Frankie was pulling my overalls off so they dropped to my ankles. As he
furiously kissed me his hand were pulling my boxers down so he could get
access to my cock. As he did this I started to undo his overalls which were
a more modern design and had a zip than ran from the neck to the groin. His
thin youthful body was now also naked like me, his clothing around his
ankles. Frankie must have really liked kissing as he would not move away
from my face as we both duelled with each others rock hard cocks.

"Suck my cock" I pleaded.

"In a second" came Frankie's response.

I felt so horny and the feel of our naked bodies as they touched was
electric. I had been right about Frankie's cock. Erect is was at least nine
inches in length, not very fat but with a lovely fat head. I couldn't wait
any longer and pulled Frankie away from my face and pushed him down
forcefully to his knees.

"Suck my cock now" I grunted at him. He obeyed without any resistance and I
felt his warm lips engulf my cock. As he took my erection in his mouth I
closed my eyes and thought of Paul my ex lover.

I was no expert but I got the impression that Frankie was no stranger to
sucking cock. He certainly was working on my cock with some finesse his
tongue flipping in and out of my foreskin. His hands were caressing my arse
cheeks and every now and then he probed a finger into my arsehole. The
temperature in the ammunition store was quite high given the fact we were
in the Far East region in the height of their summer. Because of this and
the passion we were enjoying both of our bodies were dripping with
sweat. This readily available lubricant was making Frankie's probing very
enjoyable to say the least. But as much as I was enjoying the blowjob I
wanted to taste Frankie's cock inside my mouth so I pulled him up gently
and started to kiss him again. My fingers lightly played with his erect
nipples, which caused a sigh of ecstasy from his lips. Pulling away from
his face I dropped to my knees, pausing for a moment I took a look at his
cock. It was beautiful; gladly I took it into my mouth and started to suck
the full length towards the back of my throat.

The atmosphere in the ammunition store was electric, the gently hum of the
ships machinery masking our animal like noises caused by our
lovemaking. Like Frankie had done to me as I was also probing his tight
arsehole with my fingers.

"Fuck yes" came Frankie's response to my invasion of his body. "Push your
fingers in deeper" his pleading voice begged of me.

Happily I complied and pushed two fingers hard and deep into him. He
responded by trusting his cock deep into my throat causing me to gat at the
sudden unexpected lunge of his body. He spoke again

"Please Richie, do me, fuck me. I want to be fucked!"

Amongst the thrill of the sex we were having I could not stop thinking
about what would happen if we were caught. Sucking cock was one thing but
buggery was instant imprisonment. But as worried as I was about being found
out was not as powerful as the animal lust I felt right then. I stood up
letting Frankie's cock flop out of my mouth. Without a word I turned him
around. "Hold onto the side of the ammo bay" I told him indicting towards
the wooden slats that held the ammunition in place in their racks. As he
bent over I pulled his legs apart as much as the confines of his overalls
around his ankles would let me. I spat saliva into my hand and worked it
into his eager hole. There was a pool of sweat on my chest that I scooped
up in my hand and worked into my cock for extra lubricant. I placed my
hands on either side of his hips and roughly lined his arse up opposite my
throbbing cock head.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked him "Yes, do it please, please!" he
responded.

Happy that Frankie was ready and willing I pushed my hips forward using my
left hand to guide my cock into his awaiting hole. There was no resistance
as almost magically his sphincter opened to let me in. I paused for a
moment but Frankie was impatient "Fuck me, come on fuck me Richie" I
responded by ramming the full length of my cock into his hole my bollocks
slapping against his cheeks. Frankie gasped as his head came into contact
with the wooden slats he was holding onto. I pulled back and rammed into
him again but this time he was ready and kept steady. The position felt
comfortable so I started a steady pace of gliding my cock in and out of
him. It felt really good and I quickly relaxed forgetting for the moment
the worries of being caught in the act. The speed of my fucking increased
as Frankie gasped and moaned for more. As I invaded him ever deeper Frankie
begged for more. Once again I thought to myself that he was no stranger to
gay sex.

Time passed and I felt we had been having sex for ages when in reality only
minutes had expired. I could feel an orgasm building inside my groin, the
sensation pulsating throughout my body. As my breathing got harder Frankie
must have realised I was close to cuming. He reached down to his cock with
his left hand and started to wank himself rapidly.

"Richie please don't cum inside me, I want to cum together" Frankie told
me.

"Okay but get ready I'm almost there" I replied.

Feeling the spunk starting to rise inside me I pulled free from his arse
and helped him up. Now facing each other we instinctively swapped hands now
playing with each other's cocks. Our breathing was rapid; our skin dripping
with sweat so much the room stank of our lovemaking. Under Frankie's
skilful hand I could feel my organism about to explode.

"I'm cuming" I screamed as I exploded all over Frankie's leg.

He responded by shooting his load as well. He cum did not seem to want to
stop. Watching so much spunk I could not resist dropping to my news and
engulfing his dripping cock with my mouth. As Frankie finally stooped his
flow of cum I stood up licking my lips and kissed him. He smiled saying

"Now will you sign my task book?"

We cleaned up as best as we could. I always carried a rag in my overall
pocket and used this clean the spunk from the floor. There were a few marks
on both of our overalls but they were not that noticeable. We did not speak
much except for me asking Frankie if he had done this before?

"Yep" he replied. "Been messing around with guys since I was fourteen" he
told me "I've shagged women as well but I love being fucked most of all."

We were looking at each other; he did not seem to want to ask me anything.

 "Have you had sex onboard the ship before?" I asked. "Now that would be
telling." he responded winking as he said it.

I was intrigued by his response but was not going to push the
questioning. Already I could feel a mild panic spreading inside of me. I
had no feelings for Frankie, the sex had been fantastic but he did not make
me feel like Paul had. All I wanted was to escape the confines of the
ammunition store and get some fresh air.

As we left the store I headed for the bridge to return the control tag for
the watertight door and give the keys back to the Officer of the
Watch. Frankie with his now signed task book headed to the sailors mess
located in midships section. Before I went below to get a shower I went
onto the upper deck to take stock of what had happened. The sex was
fantastic and I had really enjoyed it. What I wasn't comfortable with was
Frankie. He was a load mouth and I was not sure if I could trust him to
keep his mouth shut. He also was in position to blackmail me if he
wanted. As always I was overanalysing but my career meant so much to me. I
was not going to let a brief exchange of bodily fluids ruin my plans for
the future.

Unfortunately my fears about Frankie were justified. As I walked into the
mess square everyone looked at me.  "Frankie just told us you made him have
sex to get his task book signed" one of the Leading Hands said to me.

"Oh bollocks" I thought to myself. Thinking quickly I responded with

"That's impossible, I've just been buggered by the Chief to get extra
points for my promotion!"

It worked, the mess deck exploded into laughter and ignored Frankie's
further plea's that he was telling the truth. I was only thankful that he
did not insist on showing his swollen arse off to anyone to prove his
story. I was never sure why Frankie told the mess about what we had
done. He seemed to want to self explode and shock people with his
actions. But for me it was a big lesson to learn. I made a promise to
myself that if I did something similar again I would make sure it was not
with such an idiot as Frankie.

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