Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 10:45:34 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happily Ever After

This story represents my first posting on Nifty.

The early part of the story is auto biographical and contrary to comments
from some young readers, at fourteen I loved to suck cock and had no
problems with eating my buds cum, nor did I have problems with penetrative
sex.

In later life I met a beautiful boy seventeen years younger than I. We have
been together now for twenty five years and he still shows no interest in
younger men despite my becoming an O.A.P. this year.

Many of the stories I post in the future will have true parts to them from
my own life, I hope you enjoy them all.

Usual warnings. There is a lot of gay sex in this story, most of it between
consenting adults,(well adults by today's laws.) In 1957 it was illegal
whatever your age and military prison or a civilian prison waited on any
serviceman caught in a homosexual act.

If it is illegal for you to read this in the country of your viewing,
please leave this site now.

The story is copyright and may not be copied for financial gain.


				In The Navy


I made it, against the odds, I had persuaded my parents to sign the papers
and I was in. I had wanted it since I was fourteen, being a brilliant
student had nearly sunk me.

I suppose I had better start at the beginning instead of talking in
riddles.

Johnny Johnson was in my year at Grammar School. He had approached me one
day when I was fourteen and asked me to become a Sea Cadet. I did, and
thought it was great, particularly the sailing. Johnny and I became friends
but it was only when we were chilling out at his house one day that I
realised his agenda. We were fooling around and we ended up wrestling.  I'm
only a little chap and was overcome easily.  With one arm twisted up my
back and his legs pinning my other arm I was helpless.

"You lose, I win and claim my forfeits."

"We didn't agree any forfeits Johnny."

"I know Kit, but you can't do anything about it so I am going to claim all
your clothes as my winnings."

"What do you mean?"

"Watch me."

With that, Johnny started to take my clothes off. He undid the buttons of
my shirt and continued down, undoing my belt and the buttons of my fly.

"No, stop Johnny, I don't want you to take my clothes off."

"Sorry Kit, you lost so I am going to do what I like."

With that he turned me onto my tummy slid my shirt off and pulled my
trousers and underpants down below my buttocks.  Turning me over again, he
finished the job, leaving me naked except for my socks.  I was shocked when
he then started to play with my penis.

"Stop Johnny, don't do that."

"You have a lovely body Kit I want to see how beautiful your cock is when
it is hard."

I struggled but his hand felt so good that I wasn't trying to get free with
any sort of conviction, and, I was hard very quickly.

"There you like that don't you?"

"No, but my cock obviously does, but stop it now Johnny, this isn't funny."

I had reached puberty early and my cock had grown much longer and thicker
than my peers so at fourteen I sported about eight inches. Johnny loved it
but didn't mention its size, I think he was embarrassed.

"Sorry Kit it wouldn't be fare to leave you hard so I'll get rid of it for
you."


Without any more being said Johnny slicked up his hand with spit and gave
me a fantastic hand job. I orgasmed with very obvious noises of extreme
pleasure. I felt embarrassed but Johnny released my hands and folded me in
his arms.

"You are awesome Kit I would like to do that to you every day."

"In your dreams."

Nothing more was said, I did think about what Johnny had done and realised
I liked it. At sailing, Johnny had a young crew the same as I did, but I
noticed he was always touching his crew.  My crew noticed as well and
looked at me often with a question in his eyes but never on his lips.

The next time Johnny and I were together at his house he told me.

"I am going to take your clothes off again Kit and play with your
cock. This time though I am going to take it in my mouth and make you cum
much better than last time. You can fight me if you like or you can let me
do it and both of us can enjoy it."

I shrugged and let him do it.

"Lie on the bed Kit with your legs spread wide and your hands behind your
head."

I did because there seemed little point in protesting, he could make me do
anything he wanted. I watched him get undressed as well and kneel between
my legs. He was very hard but despite his physical size, his cock was much
smaller than mine was. With no hesitation, he took my still flaccid cock in
his mouth and that felt incredible.  I was completely erect in moments.
Next came my balls, he had slicked his fingers and slid them over my ball
sac making me gasp with the sensitivity of it. He bent my legs next,
started rubbing my perineum, and just touched the entrance to my anus. The
touch was amazing and jolted me. The next time his touch was firmer and I
gasped but I couldn't say anything it was too amazing. He released my cock
sat up and looked me in my eyes.

"Do you like that Kit?"

I whispered an affirmative reply.

"Relax, it will get better."

He slicked up three fingers and returned to sucking my cock and playing
with my balls.  With his other hand I felt his fingers worrying my pinky
and it felt fantastic. He pushed against my anus quite hard and I felt his
finger penetrate me. I bucked against this invasion, but not very hard, I
was experiencing a sensory overload.  He pushed all the way in and hit my
prostate gland. I orgasmed immediately and Johnny took my sperm in his
mouth.

"Mmm, you taste sweet Kit."

He played with me again, added another finger to the first, and started to
finger fuck me. My cock was hard again almost instantly because he kept
hitting my prostate. When he added the third finger I wanted to object but
I was in heaven my senses were on overload, I had never experienced
anything like it.  Johnny pushed my legs further up and back.

"Hold your legs there Kit."

I did, not realising what he intended. He slid closer to me and I felt his
cock touching my bottom. I wriggled but his head touched my rosebud and he
pushed hard. I felt it pass over my sphincter and I screamed with the pain.
Johnny kept still for a few minutes and when the pain decreased he fed me
the remainder of his cock. It felt amazing and the sensitivity of it made
me orgasm again.  Johnny started to fuck me then and I was in ecstasy.  He
was very gentle and when he came, I could feel the power of his orgasm.  My
own senses were reeling and it was ages before I calmed down enough to
understand what had happened.

"You fucked me Johnny, how could you that is disgusting."

"Look at you Kit, you are covered in your own cum. You must have enjoyed it
to orgasm that many times."

"I don't know Johnny, only queers enjoy being butt fucked, I don't want to
be queer."

"Let's see what happens Kit."

What happened was that Johnny fucked me frequently and I loved it. We
sucked each other to orgasm frequently as well and I loved the sweetness of
his cum.

One Monday at school when I had not seen Johnny over the weekend he met me
on one of our breaks.

"You will never guess what I did over the weekend."

"No but I bet you are going to tell me."

"I fucked my crewman."

"I don't believe you Johnny, there is no way little Trevor would let you do
that."

"Yes there is, he was begging for it. I have been sucking him and finger
fucking him for ages, even before you and I got it on. He was more
reluctant than you were. Now it's your turn to get your crewman into it."

"No way man, it's ok with you but I'm not involving Bobby in it."

"We'll see. I have organised for all of us to meet at my house on Wednesday
afternoon. No school that day, local elections."

I had my first fuck then and it was amazing. Trevor turned out to be a real
cock slut. When he saw the size of mine, he wanted it inside him. Bobby was
open-mouthed watching it and nearly feinted when Johnny took him in his
mouth.  It was quite an afternoon. I don't know how many times I came but I
fucked Trevor twice, sucked Bobby off in a 69er while Johnny fucked me, it
was truly amazing.

I had nearly two years of this fantastic sex eventually fucking Bobby and
letting him fuck me.

The sailing was terrific with me taking honours frequently. I was
determined after my exams. to join up but my parents wanted me to do my
advanced certificates and go on to university.

We didn't have much money but my Dad told me I would be the first person in
our family to go to university.  I didn't want to, I wanted to be a Navy
Engineer and do lots of sailing. I won in the end and joined up to go to
Navy College for four years to study Marine Engineering.

I loved it from day one. For the first four weeks it was induction. Lots of
marching and physical exercise and of course my beloved sailing. Although I
was the same age as the others in my class I was small, only five feet
seven inches, but I had a great body. My abs were incredible because of all
the sitting up and back I had to do when racing my dinghies, probably
several hundred sit ups every race, the rest of me developed because of my
programme to keep fit. I was popular with the physical education staff
because I was so keen and so fit.

The parade gunners were another story, they were bullies and I took the
brunt of their bullying because I was small.  That actually helped my
fitness because I was always running round the parade ground with a rifle
held above my head as a punishment. When they realised I didn't count that
as a punishment they found something nastier.

It happened in my fourth week.

"Not good enough again today Mr. Sherwood. Report to the armoury after your
final period."

"Yes Sir." Was all I could say. I knew that the main reason they bullied me
was because I looked too young and in seven or eight years time I would be
a chief, and they would still be petty officers.

The armoury wasn't a proper one. The only thing kept in it was the training
rifles for us youngsters. The gunners had moved in some furniture and
turned it into a sort of recreation room.  They had a mess table and some
chairs and sofas.

I didn't know what to expect when I knocked and entered after final lessons
for the day. No one else had reported here for punishment. There were four
leading gunners and two petty officer gunners there when I walked in. The
senior of them walked behind me and locked the door.

"Don't want to be disturbed while we punish you boy do we?"

I had no idea what he meant so I agreed.

"Er, no Sir."

"You are continually under performing on the parade ground Sherwood so we
think you need gingering up with some proper punishment."

I knew that wasn't true but I couldn't argue.

"What punishment was meted out to you at school for poor performance?"

"We used to be caned Sir."

"Well we are going to do the same. Strip."

I looked aghast at the gunner.

"What Sir?"

"Strip, take your clothes off. "

"We were caned clothed Sir."

"Well you aren't going to be here. Let me help you. First, take off your
cap."

I did.

"Now your jacket."

Shoes, tie, and shirt followed.

"Now your trousers."

"But Sir."

"Do it Sherwood or I will have you up on a charge, refusing to obey a
superior officer."

So I did.

The Navy issued us with what nowadays we call boxers but in those days they
were such an awful shape we used to call them passion killers so, for two
reasons I wore tight white briefs. For comfort and to hold in my
substantial penis, even when soft it was very obvious in the passion
killers.

With just my briefs on the gunners could all make out that I was more than
adequately hung.

"Your underpants now Sherwood, let's see your crown jewels."

I was mortified but did as I was told. As soon as I had them off, I covered
my genitals with my hands.

"Attention Sherwood."

The senior gunner pulled up a chair to within about three feet of me and
using his swagger stick lifted my cock up.

"What do you call this Mr. Sherwood?"

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say until I was asked the
question again.

"It's my penis Sir."

"Are you sure Mr. Sherwood? It looks to me like you stole it from a real
man."

I blushed, and blushed even more when one of the other gunners said.

"It can't get any bigger when it's hard Tom, he just stays long when
flaccid."

Tom lifted it further and kind of stroked the underside with his stick
pushing it against my belly. At sixteen years old, my cock needed virtually
no stimulation so very quickly I was completely erect.

"Oh Christ Tom I was wrong that thing is a monster."

"How long is it boy?"

"I don't know Sir."

"Anyone got a tape measure, I have to measure this one."

They had and Tom gasped after he had the figures

"This little bugger has ten and a half inches and it's seven inches round."

"Well we can soon get rid of that. Let's punish him and send him on his
way."

They had me lie on the table on my tummy and four of them grabbed a limb
each and stretched me wide. Tom then used his swagger stick to deliver six
strokes. They hurt but I didn't cry.

"Stand up boy."

I did and they could see my distress and my resolve not to cry, my cock was
back to flaccid.

"Get dressed boy and pray you are better on the parade ground tomorrow
because punishment will get worse if we have to call you in again."

I was very unhappy with that statement.

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The next day was great, the Gym was terrific and the Physical Training
Instructors were full of praise for my performance.

"We could use you in the gymnastics team young Sherwood."

That from the senior instructor.

"Thank you Sir, I would like that but not if it interferes with my
sailing."

"Hmm, you will have to leave that one with me, perhaps we can work
something out."

I felt so good. Academics were the same. All of our instructors were
Lieutenants with degrees in things like Engineering, Maths, and the
Sciences. They were full of praise for me.  The only blot on my day was
parade training last period.

"Not good enough Sherwood."  Was the Parade Gunner's comment.

It was the first time that I knew I was being picked on. I had done as well
as everyone else. Wrong thing to do I was to realise later, but I
protested.

"I'm sorry Sir, but I am sure I have done as well as everyone else."

"You are now a parade expert Sherwood are you?"

"No Sir, but I know I am no worse than anyone else."

"Well perhaps we had better discuss it after this period.  Report to me in
the armoury."

The two Petty Officer Gunners were the only ones there on this occasion.

"Come in Sherwood, lock the door."

"Now, whether you were as good as the rest of your class or not is
immaterial. You argued with a superior officer and should be charged with
insubordination. I am going to offer you a choice. You take my punishment
or the Captain's."

For me there was no choice. I wanted a clean disciplinary sheet when I
joined the fleet because I was ambitious.

"Your punishment Sir."

I saw him look at the other Gunner with a smirk on his face.

"Very well boy, strip."

I knew the routine and was naked stood at attention in front of him in
double quick time.

"Stand at ease boy, --- now spread your legs wider and put your hands
behind your head."

I did but was shocked with his next action. He took my cock in his hand and
started to play with it. I blushed furiously, tried to step back, but was
stopped by his other hand on my bottom.

"Sir, that is not right."

"You have accepted my punishment boy that will be anything I consider
right."

When I was hard, he made me climb up on the mess table on my knees with my
legs spread and my head resting on my arms.

"Push your bottom back boy."

I did but jumped forward again very quickly when he touched my bum.

"Keep still or you are going to feel some serious pain."

He resumed stroking my bottom and eventually started to run his fingers
down my crack to my rose bud. A finger entered me and I started to cry.

"Please don't do that Sir that is disgusting."

"Be quiet boy, it feels as though you have had fingers up there before."

I said nothing, I didn't want him to know I had been fucked a zillion
times.  His finger was doing fantastic things inside me and by the time he
added the third one my pre-cum was almost a continuous stream, but I was
still crying I felt so humiliated.

"Roll on to your back boy and swing your legs over your head spread wide."

I was mortified. One of the Petty Officers was finger fucking me and the
other one wanked me to orgasm. I then received ten very hard slaps on my
butt by the hands of the gunners.

Back in my dormitory, my mates wanted to know what happened. It was obvious
I had been crying so I had to tell them I had been spanked but I didn't
tell them the rest.

My best friend was Nigel and he comforted me.

"I don't think they are allowed to administer corporal punishment Kit. You
could report them."

"No one will believe me Nig. I'm just a first term grunt."

"Well we have to do something. It's not fare the way they pick on you. You
are an ace guy."

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The first four weeks were over, leave was granted and Nig and I had our
first run ashore. It was great, he was a Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Award
winner and a Rover Scout so he was full of adventurous ideas.  We explored
the local area and ended up on a small grassy headland overlooking a pretty
bay.

Life was always fun with Nigel and active as well. The problem was that
like Johnny Johnson Nigel was much bigger and stronger than I was so when
we roughhoused he always won.  This afternoon was no different and after a
few minutes of wrestling, I was the one unable to move. I was no pushover
but I just wasn't big enough or strong enough.He had incapacitated me in
such a way that the elbow of his right arm was in my groin. Moving it
around a bit he had me hard as iron.

"Come on Nig, that's enough, let me go now."

"Mmm, I don't know, this feels interesting under my arm. I wonder if I
should explore further."

"Hey, the gunners are bad enough without you joining them."

As soon as I said it I wanted to bight my tongue.

Nig looked shocked and then curious.

"What do you mean about the gunners, tell me Kit?"

"No forget it, it's nothing."

"I'm not forgetting it Kit. Tell me or I debag you and then do unspeakable
things to your private parts."

"Don't Nig I can't tell you."

"Yes you can. I'm your best friend here you can tell me anything."

I decided to tell him, everything. I cried with embarrassment as I unfolded
the tale of my two punishment sessionsin the armoury. He was open mouthed
with shock at the end of it.

"Jesus Kit that is so humiliating."

Nothing else was said and we returned to base in time for supper.

Our new routine started on the Monday and left us with only one parade
ground session a week. Our day was split into three, Academics, Workshop
and Sport. Just one day's sport session was devoted to the parade ground
and weaponstraining.

The first session was weapons training in which I excelled, the gunners
could find nothing to complain about because everything was based on
competitiveness. The second part was complex parade ground drills. With
such a first class brain, I handled the drills no problem but the gunners
criticised me. Nigel was incensed.

"Chris Sherwood was the best on the parade ground Sir. It's most unfair to
criticize him."

"Oh so you're now an expert Evans. Take yourself round the parade ground
three times with your rifle over your head.Sherwood, the armoury. Class
dismissed."

As soon as I was in the armoury, I had to strip. The gunners forgot the
door and Nigel. When he opened the door to return his rifle he saw me stood
naked with the gunners sat all round me.

"Er, I'm returning my rifle Sir."

"Get out Evans."

Nig went, but not before he had given me a good once over inspection with
his eyes.

"You are getting too big for your boots Sherwood so I think we need to up
your punishment and humiliation. On all fours, spread your legs and lift
your head."

The youngest gunnery instructor dropped his trousers and pants, knelt
before me and made me suck him. He was beautifully equipped and I had no
problem with sucking him. One of the other gunners went behind me and
started finger fucking me. He stretched me so wide it hurt and I started to
cry with the pain. When the gunner in my mouth had cum I was able to voice
my feelings.

"Sir that hurts so much, please don't stretch me any more."

I received a hard slap on my butt and was told to keep quiet. The next bit
was destructive. I received twenty cuts with a swagger stick. I was
screaming at the end of it.

As the punishment finished the door opened and Nigel came in with the
Officer of the Day and the Master at Arms.  They could see immediately what
had been going on. The young gunner was still naked below the waist and the
gunner who had beaten me was still stood over me. My arse was a mess.

For me, the court martial of all the gunners was a source of huge
embarrassment. I had to tell the court everything that went on in my three
punishment sessions. It was held partly in camera so Nigel was the only one
from my course who heard the details.

Prison and dishonourable discharge was the verdict on all of them and no
parade training for a week for us while they drafted in some new parade
staff.

Everyone was curious but Nigel and I would tell them nothing more than that
the gunners had been abusing me.

The next semi traumatic happening in my life was in the place I least
expected anything to happen, the Gym.

I was accepted into the Gymnastics team on the understanding that my
Sailing came first.

When the time approached for our first match the Gymnastics Physical
Training Instructor, (P.T.I.) pulled me out of a training session.

"Right young Sherwood, we need to fit you out for competition. Let's go
down to the kit room."

Once there he told me to strip to my jock.

"I don't wear a jock strap Sir."

"Well how do you support yourself when exercising?"

"I wear my underwear Sir."

"Well that's not acceptable, you know you aren't supposed to wear your
normal clothes for gym."

"Yes Sir, but I don't own a jock strap."

"Ok Kit, what size are you?"

"Small Sir."

"Ok, slip out of your clothes and we'll dress you from the skin up."

I was so embarrassed getting naked in front of this very young buffed and
good-looking P.T.I. but he was very diplomatic and just passed me a
jockstrap from the storage bin without looking back at me.

When I had it on, he turned round and dropped down in front of me.

"I'm just going to adjust this Kit before we try your gym shorts."

He pulled the straps around a bit and because his face was only a couple of
feet from my crutch and he was touching my skin I started to bone up. He
moved back a little and just watched my cock grow to full erection open
mouthed.

"Christ Kit, that is amazing. There is no way we are going to be able to
hide that in your tight shorts. Try this pair and let's look. "

I slid the tight shorts over my jock strap and the P.T.I. sat back and
laughed.

"I'm sorry Kit, I was just imagining what would be said if you performed in
that state. The shorts are right but if you get a hard on in competition we
are going to be in trouble.  That is an amazing piece of equipment."

I was blushing but my instructor was making it so easy to join him in his
merriment of my cock size. We were both giggling like kids when he next
spoke.

"Kit you are a very special guy, will you call me Tim when we are away from
authority."

"I'd like that Tim."

"So what do we do with that thing between your legs?"

I thought about it a bit and decided to bight the bullet.

"Just before I start competing Tim I will have to slip into a toilet and
have a wank."

"That is what I was going to suggest but I didn't want to embarrass you.
There is however one problem with that idea. Your first exercise you have
your hands bandaged for. Can you still wank like that?"

"Oh shit, I don't know."

"Embarrassing Kit but would you like to try if I bandage you up?"

I thought he meant in private so I said no problem. He bandaged my hands
and then said.

"I'll get rid of your shorts."

He did and my jockstrap. I was stood there naked and hard.

"Oh God Kit you are beautiful and that cock is to die for."

I was truly flattered, Tim was a gorgeous guy. I said I would do it and
started to wank.

"It's not working Tim."

He took over, looking me in the eyes all the time. He felt so good and it
showed in the speed with which I orgasmed.

"Oh crikey Tim that was amazing."

He leant forward and kissed me very gently on the lips.

"I want to make love to you Kit you are so beautiful."

I was flattered by Tim's attention but didn't think it was warranted. I was
five foot seven and 140 lbs. I was dark haired with deep blue eyes, I
suppose you would say I had elfin features which made me look younger than
I was.  The body was in good shape and the butt was tight. My package was
too big for my little frame so even soft it was obvious, that was why I
wore tighty whities, not that we called them that in those days


"Thank you Tim, I would like you to."

"We could go to prison if we were caught Kit but I would risk it to do it."

"Nigel Evans is my best friend here, when we have our long weekend in two
weeks time I can't go home, it's too far, so I am going home with him. He
will understand if I want to slip away to spend time with you. You just
have to find somewhere for us to make love Tim."

Nothing more was said, I competed in Gymnastics with Tim as my mentor. He
gave me several wonderful hand jobs and I went ashore with Nigel again.

That was another landmark. We ended up on the same headland as before and
Nigel dominated me.

"I have seen you naked Kit but I want to see you naked and hard."

"Oh come on Nig are you going kinky for me as well."

"Honestly Kit, yes. You don't appear to have any idea how beautiful and
sexy you are. You have so much between your legs that no one can have any
doubt that you are seriously rigged and I would love to fuck you until I
can't get hard any more."

Nigel was special so what could I say.

"Ok Nig, for the next half an hour you can do anything you like to me."

Nigel undressed me completely and then himself. He played with my penis,
licked it a few times and then concentrated on my butt. He had me on my
tummy with my legs spread and he stroked me and kissed my cheeks and the
bits in between for ages before lubing fingers to start stretching me.  I
came up on my knees and started begging him to fuck me.

"Please Nig feed me your cock I want you to breed me."

He did, easing into me gently. He was quite small which was disappointing I
was definitely turned on to take a monster. His screwing motion was very
thrilling though and I came several times before he did as well. While we
were cuddling afterwards Nigel cried and told me how much he loved me. I
was amazed.

My life was getting complicated, my best friend and my favourite
P.T.I. were in love with me and wanted to get their cocks inside me.

"Nig, when we go on our long weekend Tim wants to have some time with
me. He is in love with me as well as you.  I like both of you very much but
I'm not in love with either of you, I just love sex. Will you be very upset
if I go off with him for a little while?"

"Mum and Dad aren't going to be at home on Sunday and Monday Kit, Tim can
stay over on the Sunday night if you l ike and you can sleep with either or
both of us. Please let me have you to myself on Friday and Saturday."

"Hey Nig that's great. Of course you can have me Friday and Saturday. I'm
sure Tim will love to stay on Sunday and travel back with us on Monday."

Next Gymnastics training I engineered it that Tim had to go down to the
store and I volunteered to help him.

"Tim, Nigel Evans says you can spend Sunday and Monday with us and sleep
overnight. We may end up with threesomes.  Nigel loves me and I think he
will be upset if I stay with you even though he has said he won't."

"Kit as long as I can make love to you the whole world can watch."

"Can we charge an entry fee then Tim?"

He looked at me and we both creased up with laughter.

"You tart, I bet you would as well."

He grabbed me and planted a deep kiss on my lips.

"I love you little man."

"Don't Tim, let's go back."

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Friday lunch time we all departed for the long weekend. Tim had Nigel's
address and arranged to be with us Sunday morning. Train to Exeter, change
to a local line for Crediton. Nig's parents were great.

"We've put a camp bed in your room Nigel we thought you and Chris would
like to sleep in the same room."

Nig and I looked at each other and just smiled.

There were no showers in Nig's Parent's house so we shared a bath at
bedtime.

"I am going to wash you Kit, kneel up while I wash your cock."

He washed my entire front being very sensual bringing my nipples and my
cock to full erection. I loved it.

"Turn round Kit and bend forward."

He then repeated the exercise, he used a well-soaped finger to penetrate me
and worried my prostate for a while.

"Stop Nig or I am going to cum."

I did the same to him except that he wouldn't let me penetrate him.

"I'm not gay Kit, I just love you."

I was gob smacked.

Nigel made love to me that night with a tenderness I couldn't believe. He
sucked me and rimmed me, all very gay things.

"How could you suck me and rim me Nig if you aren't gay?"

"I don't know, all I know is that I would do anything to please you and
show you how much I love you."

I was sixteen and a half years old, the year was 1958, homosexuality was
illegal and not discussed, but my best friend who was not gay had taken me
to paradise with his lovemaking.  Confusing or what.  If Tim made love to
me and told me he wasn't gay I think it would have blown my mind.

The reality was much easier to take.

Tim arrived at lunchtime on Sunday just as Nig and I arrived back from the
pub. We grabbed a snack and took it through to the lounge.

"Tim, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty one Kit why?"

"Because I want a more mature person than Nigel or me to explain something.
Nig says he isn't gay, he just loves me. But he has made love to me in such
a way that I find it difficult to believe a straight man could. If you do
the same and tell me you aren't gay I'm going to be very confused."

Tim laughed before replying.

"I know a few straight men that will indulge in gay sex Kit if the other
person is someone they like. When I have sex with you this weekend or ever
it will be because I love you and I am gay. Nigel, please keep my
secret. You know if we are discovered doing the things we have been doing
to Kit we will go to prison."

"Yes, I know Tim, we learnt a little about homosexuality on my Duke of
Edinburgh Course. I think I must be bi-sexual really because I sucked and
rimmed Kit and I guess straight boys don't go that far.  Tim, I'm not going
to interfere tonight. You can have my bedroom with Kit and I will sleep in
the spare room."

"Thank you Nigel I appreciate that. I've wanted to make love to this little
bombshell from the first day I saw him so it will be nice not to share him
tonight."

It was great to see Tim so relaxed with me, which had never happened
before.  We always had to be on our guard when we were on board ship, (our
ship was a stone frigate, or more correctly a shore establishment.)

The afternoon and evening went very well, we played cards, listened to the
radio and talked, mostly about our hopes and dreams. Tim wanted to go into
sports management when his engagement was completed. Nig wanted to have his
own electrical business and I wanted to be marine superintendent for an oil
company.  For the present, I just wanted Tim to make love to me. Well he
did have a body and looks to die for.

We bathed together that night, very much a mirror action to my previous two
nights with Nig. When we got into bed, Tim leant up on one elbow looking
down on my body.

"You are truly beautiful Kit, and I am going to take a long time exploring
your body."

"Yes please Tim, I want you to make love to me, I want to feel you inside
me."

He started with my face, kissing my eyes, nose, ears, cheekbones and
eventually my lips. Everything he did was done so gently it was like a
whisper, it barely disturbed me, but it was so sensual I was erect in
moments.

Next came the hands, like his lips, soft and gentle, over my chest,
tweaking each nipple as his fingers roamed over them, at the same time
nuzzling my neck with his lips. The hand slid lower gently rubbing my belly
and scooting over my pubic hair, back and forth, just touching the base of
my cock with his fingertips and the topside of my cock with the back of his
hand.

The lips and tongue came next. The teeth were used on my nipples making me
jump and moan with the sensitivity of it. He licked out my inny belly
button before running his tongue over my cock head, playing with my ball
sac at the same time. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this, it felt
as though Tim had electric probes on the end of each finger. I was moaning
and wriggling in an ecstasy of sensations.  He ran his tongue down the
underside of my shaft and that was it for me, I started to orgasm, Tim
missed the first jet of my sperm but took the rest in his mouth sucking me
completely dry before releasing my cock.

I started to cry.

"I'm sorry Tim, I've spoilt it for you, I'm really sorry, I couldn't stop
it."

He slid back up the bed and kissed me, as always, gently.

"Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for. I am so flattered that I can turn
you on so much, so quickly."

He slid back down, licking up my cum as he went and resumed where he left
off. His left hand was roaming my torso again and his mouth started to
devour my balls moving up and down my shaft at intervals. When I was rock
hard again he took my glans in his mouth and swirled his tongue round it
making me go ballistic.

"Oh God Tim, stop I am going to cum again."

He pulled off me and changed his position so that he was kneeling between
my legs. I was gasping and wondering what he was planning next. I hadn't
touched him but I could see that his cock was like a rod of iron it was so
hard, it was also a very respectable length and thickness. I knew when he
entered me I would be in cock heaven but he didn't appear to be in any
hurry as he started to lick the inside of my thighs.  Every time he reached
the top of my thighs he swabbed my ball sac while his left hand continued
to caress my tummy and my nipples. When I was squirming with the pleasure
of it all again he pushed my legs back further and started to lick my pinky
as well. His tongue was driving me wild, I had never known sensations like
it. Tim took a break from my nether regions then and came back to my
face. Lots of kisses and little words of endearment.

"I love you Kit, you are spectacularly sexy."

Tim then started all over again licking his way down my body nipping my
nipples and moving on back down to my cock which once again he swallowed. I
could feel his tongue washing the shaft before he pulled off and attacked
my ball sac and perineum. After almost an hour of this Tim started to open
me up with his fingers and then went back to tonguing me. He pushed it as
deep into my anus as he could and then sucked.  I thought he was going to
suck my insides out. Quite suddenly it all stopped and he pushed my legs
even further back and wider before pushing an incredible cock into me right
to the hilt.

"Oh crikey Tim, that feels indescribably good. I can feel every inch of
you."

Starting slowly with plenty of hip movement he had me orgasming very
quickly and as he sped up and pushed in further and harder I had multiple
orgasms. I felt him swelling inside me prior to cumming and his last few
strokes were so forceful I screamed with the feeling of being totally
consumed by his monster. As Tim fell forward on me, I burst into tears.

"Oh Baby have I hurt you?"

"Oh no Tim, that was just the most incredible loving I have ever
experienced. You really do love me don't you?"

"Yes Baby always."

I felt so secure in Tim's arms, I didn't think anything would ever hurt me
again if I had him to protect me.

A fantastically happy and satisfied young man returned to his ship the next
day.

Nig realised that I loved Tim and vice versa so he never touched me
sexually again, we remained best friends and he was my protector until we
went off to part two training.

Tim and I spent an awful lot of time frustrated, we could get together for
sex so seldom. A quick blowjob in the equipment store occasionally, but
always worrying about being caught took the joy out of it.

We escaped for the odd weekend and Tim spent all my leaves with me. Our
love deepened and so did our frustration.  Eighteen months flew by and I
headed for Scotland for part two. Nigel headed to Portsmouth and Tim stayed
where he was.

For the next two and a half years, I had sex only on leave, with Tim of
course.

In our part one establishment we were introduced to sprogging. A bit like
public schools where the new boys have to do tasks for the seniors. Because
our seniors were only about a year older than we were, sprogging was light
and often fun, in part two the age difference could be as much as three
years so it all got a bit more serious.  It all started about our second or
third day. Boys from the senior class came wandering around our dormitories
to pick their sprog for the term. One of the Petty Officer Apprentices
picked me, they were like prefects. This one was in charge of a dormitory
full of his own classmates.

"Hello, I'm Barry Latham. You are going to be my sprog for the term."

I replied, "Hello, I'm Chris Sherwood but everyone calls me Kit."

"Well everyone other than sprogs call me Barry, you will call me Petty
Officer Apprentice Latham."

"That's quite a mouthful, wouldn't Sir be easier and quicker."

He looked at me hard to try to figure out if I was taking the piss. Which I
was.  I thought he was pompous.

"What a good idea sprog. Now, I hope you clean shoes and bull boots really
well because that will be your main task for me."

"Yes Sir, no problem."

I was good at bulling parade boots so if that was all I had to do I
wouldn't mind.

I settled in happily, or as happily as I could without Tim. Barry gave me
no problem because his boots were brilliant.  My dormitory P.O. Apprentice
was a nice guy who mothered us. His name was Paddy Murphy. He wasn't Irish
at all, but with his surname, he had picked up the nickname.

One morning I was a bit tardy getting out of bed and Paddy got me out by
shock treatment.

"Sherwood, stand by your bed, now."

The now was very loud and I was at attention in an instant. Problem was I
slept in my passion killers because I didn't like pyjamas and I only wore
my tighty whities when clothed.  Passion killers didn't hide very much so
my morning glory was very obvious. Paddy didn't say anything but he sure
looked shocked.

The unpleasant evening that happened a few days later was because of a
conversation in the senior apprentices lounge that I pieced together
sometime later.

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"How are you getting on with your brood of new sprogs Paddy?"

"No problem Barry. They have to be the best course I have seen above or
below us."

"How so?"

"Academically they are superior with young Sherwood top of the lot. He will
probably be offered a fast track to a commission. He already has the
educational qualifications. He is rumoured to be good enough to get an
Olympic trial in sailing and he is a better than average gymnast. Something
else about him Barry. He has a fucking enormous cock."

"How do you know?"

"I made him jump out of bed the other morning and he was throwing a boner.
It has to be a foot long."

"Oh come on Paddy that is unbelievable he isn't much bigger than that
himself."

"Ha, ha. Believe me it is."

Barry obviously intended to find out and devised a little game to ensure he
did.

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I was finishing off a letter to Tim when a messenger poked his head in the
door and called out three names.

"Burton, Sherwood, Watkins. Report to Petty Officer Apprentice Latham
dressed in gym rig."

When we arrived, the total of my course in the senior dorm was eight. The
other seven were probably the biggest guys in my term.

"We are going to play a game sprogs. Strength exercises. Each time you
lose, you lose a life. Each life is an article of clothing or a
forfeit. Two at a time play and when you lose you stay for the next
game. We play a minimum of eight games and we stop after that when someone
has to pay a forfeit"

Names were drawn for the first game, Sherwood and Watkins. The first game
was arm wrestling and I lost. The next game was proper wrestling to a fall
and I lost. You guessed. I lost all eight games.

"Ok, the rest of you can leave. Sherwood, centre stage at attention."  When
everybody in my class had left, Barry told me to start retrieving my lives
by taking my clothes off. Shoes and socks only counted one life per pair. I
was down to my briefs and I stopped.

"That's only four Sherwood, keep going."

"Sir, this isn't right."

"Don't argue Sherwood, we can make your first term unpleasant if you don't
play the game."

Implied threat worked. I took my briefs off and stood covering my groin.

"Attention Sherwood."

I did and the whole bunch of seniors gasped with one comment being heard.

"Christ and that is soft."

"Sherwood we have three lives left for forfeits. For your first one, play
with yourself until you are erect."

"Sir that isn't right."

"We've heard that one before, do it or I will for you."

I did but it took me ages I was so embarrassed.  When I was hard Barry
produced a ruler and laid it along the top of my cock.

"Huh, Paddy said it was a foot, it's only ten and a half."

"Crikey Barry, I'd be happy with a lot less than that."

While this was going on they had produced a litter that looked like a
sacrificial table and I had to lie on it at attention. They hafted it up
and walked me to the next dorm.

"We have a sacrifice to the god of phallus. We thought you might like to
see him. Stay hard Sherwood or you are in trouble."

So, blushing like hell I played with myself every time it started to
flag. I was paraded through all four seniors' dorms like that. Back in
Barry's dorm came the next piece of humiliation.

"We've seen the incredible front, for your second forfeit we are going to
see the back. Stand up, close to the mess table one foot away from it, legs
astride and bend over until your chest is resting on it.

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Now spread your legs wider and use your hands to pull your arse cheeks as
wide as you can.

"Please Sir that is disgusting."

"Do it Sherwood, you are beginning to piss me off."

I did it blushing deep scarlet all over my body I thought.

Barry started stroking my back then getting lower all the time until he was
stroking my arse.

"Put your hands back on the table."

I did and felt him pulling my cheeks apart sliding his thumbs in to touch
my pinky.

"No, you mustn't do that Sir."

One of the other seniors agreed.

"Barry you are going over the top, you could be in trouble if you
continue."

No penetration but I did get a couple of hard slaps.

"Ok Sherwood on your back on the table, legs in the air and spread as wide
as you can. Everyone have a good look at the pinky, cock and balls of our
little sacrifice and we'll let him go."

I hadn't felt this humiliated since the gunners. I cried myself to sleep
that night with everybody knowing that something horrible had happened to
me but not daring to ask what.

I decided that was the last time I would allow anyone to humiliate me
because of my size and the size of my cock.  The next time I had Barry's
parade boots to bull I made sure the layers of polish were so thick that
the second he flexed his foot in them the polish would crack and hopefully
chunks would fall off. They looked incredible when I took them up to
him. You could literally see your face in them. My idea worked
spectacularly, they just fell apart at the toes before he got to the parade
gground. Result, he was in deep shit with the gunners. I got some stick but
he didn't realise I had done it deliberately, so I let him know.

"I'm sorry about your boots Sir, I guess I was distracted because of my
thoughts on your abuse of me. I don't suppose it will happen again unless I
am abused by a sexually deviant sadist in the senior class."  He had the
good grace to blush but Paddy told me that the word had gone out to all
seniors that I was not to be touched again.  I of course never told Tim.

One year in the Med. as a third engineer. Nearly two years in the Far East
climbing to first engineer and then back to England to be an instructor in
Portsmouth almost the youngest chief in the Royal Navy.

I wrote to Tim every day for my year in the Med. When I returned to the
U.K.  he was overseas with a gymnastics display team. Letter frequency then
dropped, once a week, once a month, and then nothing. I still had no sex
with anyone else. I cried for my lost love often but I knew it was a
hopeless situation. The chances of being in the same country together were
remote, to get leave together almost no chance at all.

I applied for a commission and my papers disappeared into the system for my
assessment so despite the fact that I was a Chief I remained in Petty
Officers Rig waiting to be officially rated.

I moved into the mess in barracks and was allocated a large two-birth
cabin.  It was a conversion in the upgrade of the Petty Officers Mess so I
even had an en suite bathroom.

"Your cabin mate is away with the united services ski team so you should
have this cabin to yourself for a while."  So said my orderly.

I did and got used to it.  When I came back in from work one day and saw
the bags by the other bunk I knew my peace was over. I was working away at
my desk when the door opened and a voice started to say,

"Hi, I'm Tim --"

As he started to speak, I swung round in my chair and stood up. Our eyes
met and I collapsed in a dead faint. I came to sometime later wrapped in
the arms of Tim.

I cried as I looked into those wonderful grey eyes that I hadn't seen for
three years.

"Oh God, please tell me you are real."

"I'm real Baby, are you?"

"Yes Tim I'm real. I love you, I've missed you so much. I gave up believing
we would ever be together again."

Apart from work, you would have thought we were joined at the hip. We both
had three years of sexual frustration to get rid of. If I am honest, we
didn't make love for the first month so much as rut like animals. As soon
as we got the door locked in our cabin, we just tore our clothes off and
fucked.  When we couldn't get hard any more we went to eat. It was
wonderful and crazy.

I went for my officer selection and was offered a five-year short service
commission. Of course, I accepted and prepared to head for Dartmouth Royal
Naval College for my officer training.

"You need to get fit Kit, why don't you join me in the gym for some circuit
training."

"Yuk, I haven't been near a gym since I left training, hell will freeze
over before you get me in one again."

I guess three years at sea had killed my fitness regimen to the point where
I didn't want to know.

"How long have we got then Kit before you go?"

"Just over a month Tim, then I have a month's leave before changing roles."

"I have a month as well before I have to return to the slopes, and then I
am due a posting as well, hopefully in the U.K. so that we can still see
each other."

"Oh God Tim I don't think I could stand another long spell without you. I
am going to do my five years and then come out and I will follow you round
the world if I have to."

Our lovemaking became desperate again. I went on leave, Tim went back to
the slopes.

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Dartmouth looked awesome when all my entry arrived at Kingswear Station. We
carried out our induction over the next few days finishing at the gym.  We
lined up waiting on our new instructor. When he came in I nearly died.  He
saw me at the same time as I saw him and our grins were a mile wide.

"Good Morning Gentlemen, welcome to hell. I am P.T.I. Lynton, you will be
expected to address me as Petty Officer Lynton or P.T.I. Lynton.
Unfortunately, it is going to get very cold here because Cadet Sherwood
told me hell would freeze over before I got him into a gym again."

It was no good, neither of us could keep it together I was rolling on the
floor holding my sides and Tim was holding on to the wall bars. My
classmates must have thought we were mad.

"Come on Kit, what's with you and our P.T.I.?"

We were in the main dormitory after work had finished for the day.

"Ok, ok. Tim Lynton was my Gymnastics Instructor when I was sixteen and we
became firm friends. We met up again when I was an engineering instructor
at Pompey before coming here. He is my closest and dearest friend. End of
story."

"Kit, being serious, how will you two handle you being in the Wardroom and
him being in the Petty Officers Mess?"

"With difficulty I expect. But I'm not going to be in the Navy forever and
nor is Tim."

What a fabulous nine months I had. Sailing every day, six hours of sex most
Saturday's an occasional romp in the gym store and knowing Tim was near
me. Our leave schedule was the same allowing us uninhibited contact.

Neither of us wanted to think about what would happen when Dartmouth ended.
But end it did. I was twenty-four, had been in love since I was sixteen and
had only spent about two and a half years with my lover. When my leave
ended I had to go to Yorkshire for flying training and Tim went back to the
College, I was inconsolable.

Four more months of no Tim before I commenced Helicopter Training at
Helston in Cornwall. We managed a couple of weekends a month taking a hotel
room midway between Dartmouth and Helston. I was getting desperate
though. This was no good for my psyche, I wanted Tim with me every day and
I started coming apart. My standards fell and I looked likely to be dropped
from training. I cried most of the next weekend with Tim.

"I can't handle it anymore Tim. I'm going to let it go. If I fail flying
training I can be a civilian in a couple of months then anywhere you get
posted I will move to and get a job. Any job as long as I can be with
you. Every day I can't be with you is wasted."

"No Kit, I know you love flying, hang in there we will work it out."

Three weeks without Tim and I was on chop checks, a change of instructor
hadn't helped, I was going down hill fast.

Another rotten trip and I was lying on my bed crying like a baby. My life
was unravelling. The telephone rang and I was tempted not to answer it, but
I did when it wouldn't stop ringing.

"Sub-Lieutenant Sherwood."

"Petty Officer Lynton, I wondered if you would like to join me for a drink
at the pub at Mullion."

"Oh God Tim, are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm staying at the pub for a couple of days before I report to the
gym at Culdrose."

"I don't believe it. I'll be there in no time."

My MG nearly flew. Tim met me in the car park.

"My room first I think."

I didn't even want sex I just wanted to hold him.

"How have you done it, you must be due another year at least at Dartmouth."

"You lot need a Gymnastics instructor, I volunteered. It's only a six
months posting but that should suit us."

"I'll apply to live off base tomorrow then we can be together every night.
Oh God Tim I was dieing without you."

The boss Okayed my request, I guess he thought I would be out in a few
weeks anyway.  I wasn't out I was off chop checks within a month, I passed
my Instrument Rating first attempt and went onto Advanced Flying
Training. Every night that neither of us were duty I was curled up in Tim's
arms and every morning that we weren't duty I woke up looking into the most
beautiful grey eyes ever created. I didn't want to think beyond tomorrow, I
was doing great living for today.

Portland came next, Operational Flying Training. Tim most weekends even
though it was a long flog for both of us.  Before I knew it it was time to
join my squadron, embarked on H.M.S. Hermes in the Far East.

"I can't Tim, another whole year without you. I'll die I can't leave you
again, not for a year. I'm going to get myself Court Martialled and thrown
out. I can't go Tim, I love you so much."

"Now you listen to me Sub Lieutenant Sherwood. You are a frontline
operational pilot. You have worked your butt off for nearly two years to
get this, you are going. Kit I love you more than life but I am not going
to let you throw this away. Go out there and make me proud of you. When you
come back you will have a little over a year and a half to do, I will too
and then we can be together forever. Don't let me down."

I went, I got my butt shot off in Aden but made it back to base with a few
holes in my tail. I also got decorated for bravery. I knew I would get any
posting I wanted when I got back.  Accelerated promotion to Lieutenant and
I was set. Search and Rescue based at Portsmouth. Tim was still at
Dartmouth waiting a new posting. We struggled to see each other but we
managed a reasonable frequency. I lived for the day I could leave.

I had been in the new job for about a month when the phone rang in my
office one day when I was off duty pilot.

"Lieutenant Sherwood."

"Good afternoon Sir, this is the Chief P.T.I.  I am wondering if you would
help us."

"I will if I can Chief, but what can I do for you?"

"I understand you were a better than average gymnast once upon a time."

I laughed, "Yes Chief you got that right. Fairy tales always start, once
upon a time. But how do you know that piece of information?"

"The P.T.I. Branch is quite small Sir, sporting stars that pass through our
hands get known.  Sir, we don't want you vaulting or demonstrating your
prowess on the parallel bars. We need an officer for our Gymnastic Team. We
have a Gymnastics Instructor but we know an officer has to head all these
teams. You pull more weight than a Petty Officer Sir."

"Yes, of course I will Chief, what do you need me to do?"

"Our new Instructor arrived yesterday Sir, he wondered if you could meet
him to discuss the team's needs."

"Sure, where and when Chief."

"You're off duty today so on your way back to the Wardroom perhaps you
could drop in at the gym for a chat with him."

"No problem Chief. Tell him 1630."

"Thank you Sir, he'll be in my office."

I didn't give it a thought and had no clue until I walked in to the Gym
office at 1630 and showed that I was still a little boy. Tim was there and
I cried.

"Please tell me this is what I think it is."

He took me in his arms and let me sob out my happiness. Twenty-seven years
old and a big crybaby. Tim was thirty-two and my rock. If it were possible,
I loved him more each time we met. Now we would be together forever.

For eighteen months, I worked as hard as I had ever worked. I ran my
flight, the Gymnastics Team and studied for my Civil Aviation Licences.

I resigned my commission six months before the due date and applied for an
Instructor course. Tim resigned to finish the same day as me.

I started as an assistant instructor at Shoreham and Tim used his savings
to start a Fitness and Gymnastics Centre in Brighton.  Neither of us had
spent very much money since we met, because of our love for each other we
had avoided expensive runs ashore at home and abroad. Both of us had saved
and invested sensibly, my only extravagance was my little MG, which I
maintained myself.  So with my savings and the biggest mortgage we could
afford we bought a four story regency terraced house in Brighton.

Converting the house and redecorating it took us nearly four years but at
the end of that time Tim had a successful Gym and I was deputy chief
instructor, dual qualified fixed and rotary wing.  (Aeroplanes and
helicopters).

Hell didn't freeze over at Dartmouth and it didn't at Brighton when I
started working out and helping out with gymnastics when I wasn't flying.

I'm not sure how long it was before we stopped making love every day but it
was sure as hell a long time. We had so much to make up for.

Our fairy tale didn't start, once upon a time but it did end happily ever
after.


I hope you enjoyed this tale and will let me know your thoughts on it.
Escape and Evasion will follow this one if you like it.

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