From: gay_mikeb@hotmail.com (Mike B) 
Subject: TRUE STORY: "All At Sea" (m/t's) 
Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 23:50:35 GMT 
 
This story is about the experiences I had a few years ago when I had 
to spend almost a couple of months at sea on a Navy vessel.   For 
fairly obvious reasons,  most names,  places and dates etc. have been 
changed to protect the innocent (or should I say guilty !)   The story 
contains descriptions of the male body and sexual acts either solo or 
between young males.  If you are not of legal age or feel that you may 
be offended by reading such details,  now is the time to delete this 
message and try another one.   If,  however,  you would like to read 
about my experiences or get turned on by reading such things then 
please carry on.  
 
This is the complete version of the story that was originally posted in 
four parts in the newsgroup "alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated" (ASSGM).    
Although the formatting is somewhat different (hopefully better) the 
text content is the same.   I'm definitely not a 'serious' writer in any 
respect so please excuse any spelling, grammatical or other 
fundamental literary errors.   I might be English but I'm certainly no 
Shakespeare !   My only intention is to share some of my experiences 
in the hope that they will turn other guys on as much as some of the 
stories that I have read in ASSGM turn me on.   Any feedback,  
general comments or whatever would be really appreciated.    
 
 
Mike (EMAIL:  gay_mikeb@hotmail.com) 
 
 
 
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			"All at Sea" 
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As part of my job,  I had 'drawn the short straw' and got lumbered 
with being on a naval vessel for sea trials over several weeks.   I 
wasn't much of a sailor so I wasn't exactly looking forward to it but I 
didn't really have much choice because there was no one else capable 
of running the trial.   Flying out to Gibraltar to join the ship all I 
could think about was how I was going to control myself with all those 
sailors around.   Although I didn't have much of a problem with being 
gay,  I was pretty sure that they probably would.   I know there are 
always stories about sailors screwing anything but I reckoned that 
they were just that - stories.   Being in the services and being gay 
are generally seen as completely incompatible and result in instant 
dismissal if anyone finds out. 
 
I was met by one of the Officers when I arrived at the ship late 
afternoon.   After introducing himself,  he summoned three of the 
junior ratings to fetch all the equipment from the taxi and take my 
personal kit below decks.    "Come on down to the mess and leave 
them to sort things out" he said as the three guys started emptying 
the taxi. 
 
Over a  drink he explained that they were rather short of 
accommodation on the ship and that all the officers and senior rates 
accommodation was occupied.   It was normal practice for civilians to 
be given an officers cabin but on this occasion I would have to make 
do with junior rates quarters although the officers mess would still be 
at my disposal - as he put it.   He was very apologetic and said that 
if there are any problems at all or I got any hassle from anyone then  
I should report it immediately. 
 
"Don't take any crap from them.   As far as I'm concerned you should 
be treated as an officer and I want to know straight away if you're 
not" he said.   "I'll have to leave you to it now,  just make yourself at 
home  -  anything you want,  just ask for it  -  that's what this lot 
are here for !   Jones will come and get you when everything is 
onboard." 
 
I had been on the ship before and knew my way about so there was 
no need to be shown where everything was but I hadn't got a clue 
where I was going to end up sleeping.   A few minutes later there was 
a knock on the door.   There was no one else in the mess so I went to 
see who it was. 
 
"Jones reporting,  sir.   Everything is aboard,  sir.   I've left your kit 
on your bunk,  sir.  If you'll come with me I'll show you where it is,  
sir."   Every sentence ended in 'sir'. 
 
"Thank you"  I replied,  "give me a couple of minutes and I'll be with 
you."   He came back and knocked on the door again - almost two 
minutes to the second later !" 
 
This way,  sir"  he said.   I followed him along down the narrow 
corridors,  through numerous hatches and down several ladders until 
we reached a small compartment. 
 
"Your bunk's in here,  sir" he said opening the sliding door to the 
compartment and walking in. 
 
It was a tiny room with twelve bunks,  stacked three high on each 
side of the room with barely three feet between them to get in and 
out.    My kit was lying on one of the middle bunks.   Sharing with a 
load of junior rates was not quite what I was expecting. 
 
"Thank you"  I said,  "What's your name ?"    
 
"Jones,  sir" he replied.    
 
"No your first name."   
 
"Er,  Chris, sir"    
 
"Well mine's Mike and you can stop calling me sir"    
 
"Yes,  sir.  Sorry,  sir"     
 
We chatted for a while and eventually he stopped appending 'sir' to 
almost everything he said.    It turned out they had all been given 
strict instructions on how to treat me and the 'sir' was a definite 
requirement !   We came to an agreement;  if that was the way it had 
to be above decks then fair enough but down here it was first name 
terms.   Chris was around nineteen,  tall,  slim, cropped hair and 
really cute.   As we stood there chatting,  I could feel my cock 
responding accordingly and I couldn't help but wonder how the hell I 
was  going to cope with all this.   Look but don't touch maybe OK for 
a short while but I had already got a major problem trying to hide the 
bulge in my jeans and my nightly routine of a long slow wank in bed 
was most definitely out of the question.   Chris left me to sort out my 
stuff and afterwards I went back up to the officers mess for dinner. 
 
After dinner,  I went back to the upper deck to get my last view of 
dry land for the best part of a couple of months.  We were due to sail 
at 22-00 hrs and although there was nearly an hour to go,  people 
were rushing about all over the place.   There must have been around 
fifty or so junior rates on the ship and I don't think any of those I 
had seen so far were older than twenty and most seemed closer to the 
minimum age of sixteen and a half.   Although I was only twenty five,  
I felt positively ancient amongst these guys. 
 
Those who weren't on duty were either still ashore or running round 
the upper deck for exercise.   Watching these guys running round the 
deck wearing just a pair of shorts was making me really horny.   I 
tried very hard (honestly !) not to look at their cocks bobbing around 
in their shorts but to no avail.   My dick was so hard it was painful 
and I could feel a damp patch developing as pre-cum oozed from it.   
Jesus !,  I thought,   and this is only the first day.   Something had to 
be done. 
 
I went down to the heads and fortunately there was no one else in 
there.   Locking myself in the end cubicle,  I took off my tee shirt 
and unbuckled my jeans.   They dropped to the floor leaving my hard 
cock making a huge tent in my boxers and the size of the damp 
patch increased as I squeezed my cock through the material.   After 
easing the shorts down over my hardon,  seven and a half inches of 
rock hard uncut cock jumped up and slapped against my stomach. 
 
I had just wrapped my fingers round it and started to pull the 
foreskin back and forth over the well lubricated helmet when I heard 
the door open and someone else walk in.   I froze,  standing there 
motionless holding my twitching cock as the guy pissed in the next 
door cubicle and left again.   I continued wanking off again as soon as 
I heard the door close.   Slowly,  very slowly,  pulling on my cock with 
one hand whilst stroking my balls with the other.   I can't remember 
any time when I had felt more turned on than I did then. 
 
My whole body was tingling as I neared the point of no return and I 
slowed my stroke right down to prolong the feeling.   Shit !  I thought 
as I heard someone else walk in but it was too late to stop.   The first 
squirt of spunk shot high in the air and landed with a splatt on the 
tiled floor.   This was quickly followed by five or six more spurts as 
my body tensed up and spasmed,  shooting more than I had ever seen 
before.   The feeling was unbelievable.     Eventually,  the sensations 
died down and the last few drops of cum dribbled out of the end of 
my cock as I rubbed it.   What a mess !   There was cum all over the 
floor and small stream of it running down the back of the door.   I 
cleaned up as best I could with toilet paper to hide the evidence 
before getting dressed again. 
 
By the time I got back on deck,  the last of the crew were running 
along the dock to join the ship just before she sailed.  Talk about 
cutting things a bit fine !   Minutes later the gangway was removed 
and the tugs pulled us towards the harbour entrance.   The lights 
from the town surrounding the dockyard grew fainter as we moved 
further from shore.   As they finally disappeared into the evening 
mist,  I decided to call it a day and went below to my bunk. 
 
The compartment was empty.   It was remarkably tidy considering 
than up to twelve guys shared this tiny area.   I stripped off,  stuffed 
my clothes in my rucksack and climbed into my bunk.   It was very 
small but surprisingly comfortable.   It was impossible to sit up in it 
as the top bunk was no more than two feet above and I managed to 
smack my head on it every time I tried to get out.   The wall was 
covered in pictures that had been torn out of various magazines - all 
women needless to say !    I was just lying there listening to music on 
my walkman when the rest of the lads crowded in. 
 
The six guys with bunks at the back end of the room came in first 
and the rest followed.   They were all milling around in the narrow 
space between the bunks getting changed out of their work stuff.    I 
discovered the reason for the apparent lack of any lockers or storage 
space;   there was a storage area in the base of each of the bunk.  If 
you lifted the mattress up,  there were a number of removable panels 
to access the space below.   I watched discretely as the guys took off 
their boiler suits,  tee shirts and so on,  stuffing them in these 
storage areas. 
 
Chris came over to see if I was still awake - not that anyone could 
have slept through the racket they all made coming in !   "Hey guys,  
this is Mike.  He's leading the trials team on this tour"   he 
announced to the rest of them.   Despite the fact that most of them 
were in a state of undress,  each pushed his way over to introduce 
himself.   Hi,  I'm Gaza, Chalky,  Smiffy,  Knocker,  Jumper,  Dan,  
etc.   I can't remember the rest of their names but virtually all of 
them were known by their nicknames. 
 
There was no shyness or modesty,  although some of them kept their 
underwear on most stripped off completely and carried on as if no 
one else was about.   Clothes were stowed away and books or 
magazines found before climbing into their bunks.   This was getting 
too much for me and I soon had a hardon and had to lie on my side 
to hide the fact.    Chris was in the middle bunk directly opposite me 
and was just lying on top of his sleeping bag in his boxers reading.  I 
admired his tight, firm and muscled body as he lay there unaware.   
He certainly filled the boxers well.  There was a definite bulge where 
his dick was laying across the top of his leg and a tantalising glimpse 
of hair through the opening at the front.   My mind was in overdrive.   
Imagining running my hands over his chest and tracing the line of 
hair down over his stomach to his . . . .  Jesus !  What am I doing I 
thought.   Here's probably one of the straightest guys I know and I'm 
practically raping him.   I looked away. 
 
Knocker was in the bunk above me and being a little shorter than 
most of the others,  he stood on the bottom bunk to rummage 
through the stuff in his bunk.   He was one of the guys who had 
stripped off completely which meant that his dick was literally just a 
few inches away from my face.   Talk about temptation.   Here was 
this young guy dangling six inches of cock right in front of me and I 
daren't even think about it !   Suddenly,  the ship's broadcast 
sounded;  "lights out in ten minutes".    Knocker climbed in to his 
bunk and shortly after the main lights went out. 
 
My hand found my hardon but there was no way I could have wanked 
it off without someone realising what was going on.   God how I 
needed to though.   All those young muscled bodies being paraded 
around in front of me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do.   As 
I lay there thinking about them all,  it was difficult to decide whether 
this was my best dream come true . . . . or my worst nightmare ! 
 
I didn't get much sleep that night.   What with the motion of the ship,  
all the various noises and not to mention thinking about all the guys I 
had met.   Sleep was just about the last thing on my mind.   I 
eventually managed to doze off but was soon woken again by someone 
opening the door.   The next thing I knew,  I was being shaken. 
 
"Come on Knocker,   it's 05-00 hrs.  Get this lot up and out of here"  
the guy said quietly. 
 
"What ?" I muttered. 
 
"It's 05-00 get the fuck out of here !" 
 
My first reaction was to respond with something along the lines of 
"Fuck off dogs breath it's the middle of the night !" but I thought 
better of it and simply pointed out that Knocker was in the bunk 
above.    
 
"Oops - sorry mate" 
 
He woke Knocker and went off mumbling to himself.   I could here 
Knocker moving about up there and after a couple of minutes he 
jumped down and began fumbling around by the door. 
 
Oh shit,  not the lights I thought.   Suddenly,  two small red lights 
came on in the room.   It was more than bright enough to see but 
didn't feel like it was going to burn the back of your eyes out which 
is what I imagined would have happened if he'd turned on the main 
lights.   He stood on the lower bunk like he had the previous night to 
sort his stuff out.   Once again,  his cock was just a few inches from 
my face only this time it was anything but dangling.   Although his 
morning hardon had faded a little it was still sticking out almost 
horizontally and was in great danger of getting chewed !   I resisted 
the extreme temptation - primarily by considering the good kicking I 
would probably get for my efforts.    He got down,  pulled on a pair of 
jockeys and went off to wake the others. 
 
I grabbed my hardon and held it against my body as Knocker walked 
back down the room,  picked up his wash kit and towel and left for 
the bathroom.   One by one,  the others rolled out of their bunks 
found their kit and also went off to the bathroom.   As each of them 
went past me I was able to sneak a glance across the room to admire 
the view.   Although I had seen most of them getting undressed the 
night before,  first thing in the morning was even better. 
 
I'm sure you know what I mean.   No matter how good a night you've 
had,  certain parts of your anatomy are always standing to attention 
wanting more in the morning aren't they.   The telltale bulges in 
boxers,  jockeys,  under towels or better still dicks waving about in 
front of them as they walked past was a definitely sight to be 
remembered.   Sometime later they reappeared,  dressed and got on 
with their normal routine. 
 
I was completely knackered only having what felt like a few minutes 
sleep but fortunately the last guy out had the decency to shut the 
door so I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep.   It was nearly 
midday when I woke up again and some of the guys were getting 
changed for lunch.   The sign of life in my bunk was greeted with 
numerous comments. 
 
"nice of you to join us." 
 
"If you're waiting for room service - it might be some time." 
 
"Thought you'd died in there and was just going to call the M.O." 
 
Still,  I suppose they had done the best part of a days work by then 
but that didn't stop me from telling them where to go.   After they'd 
left I crawled out of my pit still feeling like death warmed up.   My 
rucksack had been thrown on the spare bunk opposite.   I found a 
can of coke while looking for something to put on and downed it in 
one hit hoping that the caffeine would bring body and soul back 
together again.   It seemed to help but not that much.   I pulled on a 
pair of shorts,  found my shaving kit and towel and headed for the 
bathroom.   I thought that perhaps a shower would do the trick. 
 
The bathroom was a pretty basic affair to say the least.   There were 
about ten or twelve shower heads along one side of the room and a 
row of basins with metal mirrors on the bulkhead over them along the 
other.  There were no cubicles,  no screens or curtains and nowhere 
to hang clothes or towels.   Everything was just crammed into this 
tiled room which was only about six feet by twelve. 
 
I knew that this was going to be the biggest challenge of them all.   
Every since I had discovered as a kid that dicks were more than just 
for pissing with,   communal showers,  hardons and wanking went 
together in the much same way as Saturday nights,  hitting the town 
and drinking.   I could guarantee a boner every time and sometimes 
the opportunity to sort it out with someone in a similar condition.   
As I began shaving,  the door opened and three guys came in,  threw 
their towels in one of the basins and got under the showers behind 
me. 
 
It was just as well that I had a pair of shorts on because I was hard 
within seconds.   Leaning on the front of the basin to hold it against 
my body in case anyone else came in I continued shaving.   They 
carried on talking to each other as they washed and I had a perfect 
excuse to look at them in the mirror as I shaved.   Like the guys that 
I bunked with,  all three of them had well developed upper bodies.   
Even though I used the gym a two or three times a week they 
probably had more muscle in one arm than I had in my entire body ! 
 
My eyes slowly worked their way down the first guy.  The hint of hair 
between his pecs made darker by the water running down over his 
chest,  down over his flat stomach,  the faint line of hair passing his 
navel growing darker until it joined the neat bush in his crotch.   I 
watched,  almost starring,  as the water cascaded down over him and 
ran off the end of his circumcised cock which hung long and soft 
between his legs.   Boy,  was I getting turned on.  I didn't much care 
for cut dicks,  I liked a guy with a foreskin like me,  but I would have 
been more than happy to make an exception in his case. 
 
My gaze moved onto the next guy.  He was of similar build but when 
my eyes found his crotch I got quite a surprise.   This must have been 
the smallest dick I had seen since I left school !   To see such a huge 
pair of balls,  very little hair and  this small cut dick on such an 
otherwise well built guy was a real surprise.   It was sticking right 
out;  not that he was hard or anything,  just that those huge balls 
and lack of length prevented it from hanging downwards.   It was kind 
of nice really.  Different.   I wondered how big it would get when hard 
but since the other two referred to him as 'two inch' I guess that said 
it all ! 
 
By the time I reached the third guy he had his back to me.   Even 
though he was probably not much older than the other two I had 
already noted that he was very hairy.  Even parts of his back and his 
tight firm arse was covered in fine dark hair.   Despite the distracting 
view I had almost finished shaving and was desperately waiting for this 
guy to turn round again.   Eventually he turned to face the guy in the 
middle and my eyes immediately dropped. 
 
Wow !   He must have got two inch's share as well as his own when 
the cocks were given out.   It was long,  thick and it was wasn't 
exactly soft.   He wasn't fully hard either but it was definitely sticking 
out a good eight inches with the foreskin slightly retracted. 
 
As he started soaping his hairy stomach I felt a very familiar 
sensation building up.   I don't know whether it was the vibration of 
the ship as I pressed myself against the basin or what but when the 
circular motion of his hands reached his crotch I shot my load. 
 
I could hardly believe it;  without even touching my aching cock I had 
creamed my shorts.   I pushed hard against the basin as the warm 
sticky sensation spread and my dick continued to jerked out more 
and more spunk.   I hadn't had that hot and sticky feeling in my 
crotch since my mate Dave worked me off through my trousers at the 
back of a particularly boring English literature class when we were at 
school years ago.   Wrapping my towel round me to cover my hard 
dick and cum soaked shorts,   I packed my stuff up and left.   The 
shower was going to have to wait until later. 
 
There was no one about when I got back to my bunk so I closed the 
door to take off my shorts and try and clean up the mess round my 
still half hard cock.   There was no way I could wear them now so 
after mopping up the remaining juice I stuffed them in the bottom of 
my rucksack and found another pair.   I hung around there for ten 
minutes or so before wrapping the towel round me and heading back 
to the bathroom.   I could hear the water running and just hoped that 
the three guys that were in there before had left. 
 
There was only one other guy showering when I went in and I left my 
towel and clean shorts on a basin and got under the shower.   At least 
having just shot my load meant that I could take a shower and 
discretely admire the view without getting an instant raging hardon.   
I washed off the remains of the mess that I had made earlier under 
the powerful stream of steaming hot water.   It was great and 
although there was a slight stiffening of my dick it was certainly no 
more than the other guy had so I didn't need to bother about it.    
Perhaps this was the way to solve the problem I thought. 
 
I went back and lay on my bunk after I had finished showering to try 
and figure out how I was going to keep myself sane for the remaining 
time I had on the ship.   I concluded that attack was the best form of 
defence.   If I had a good wank in the heads before turning in for the 
night,  I would be able to get undressed with the other guys without 
getting a bone.  What about the morning,  I thought.   I had already 
decided that working off in my bunk was not going to be sensible.   
But then I didn't have to get up when they did very often and when I 
did,  well most of them had the best part of a hardon every morning 
anyway.   I decided that showing a hardon on those few occasions I 
had to get out of my bunk with them about would be OK.   As for 
taking a shower,   another good session in the heads beforehand was 
the obvious answer.   Problem solved !   I thought. 
 
Over the first week,   my planned routine worked well and I hadn't 
managed to get myself into any trouble so far.   The lads were great,  
a real good laugh.   Everything was going so well with the equipment 
on trial that I had virtually nothing to do and was bored senseless 
half of the time.   They managed to find me all sorts of books and 
magazines to read and even lent me tapes and got spare batteries 
from the ships store for my walkman.   I spent most of my time sat 
on the flight deck sunning myself or drinking in the mess while 
everyone else was working.  It was almost like being on holiday. 
 
I varied the times I went for shower so that there was always a 
different group of guys in there.    I missed not being able to 'do 
anything' with them but the variety of young lean bodies to admire 
helped to make up for that. 
 
There was also the occasional brush of cock across my bare arse when 
I had to get up when the rest did and everyone was trying to sort 
themselves out in such a restricted space.    One morning,  I even 
caught a brief glimpse of Chris's rock hard monster poking out of his 
boxers when he had to get up quick after sleeping in  but at the 
beginning of the second week,   things went wrong. 
 
I hadn't bothered to get up with the rest of them again and it was 
mid morning when I finally rolled out of my bunk.  I went for a piss ,  
worked off the previous nights frustration and headed for the 
bathroom.   When I opened the door to go in I was faced by two guys 
standing next to each other  -  furiously wanking off. 
 
"Oh shit,  sorry guys"  I said quickly closing  the door. 
 
I waited a few minutes outside the door.  I figured that would at least 
give them time to grab a towel and they would probably leave,  
somewhat embarrassed,   when I went back in.   I slowly opened the 
door again.   They were still going at it like there was no tomorrow.   
I was just standing in the doorway not knowing quite what to do when 
the one nearest me looked over. 
 
"What are you looking at"  he said,  "are you fucking queer or 
something." 
 
I closed the door again.   I don't believe this I thought.   Two guys are 
jerking themselves off in the shower and they've got the nerve to 
accuse me of being the queer one !    I suddenly thought that perhaps 
someone had realised that I was and now the whole ship knew.   I 
thought I'd been careful but was pretty worried about the strong 
possibility that I had been found out.   I went back to my bunk,  
threw my things at the bottom and jumped in. 
 
"What the hell's up with you ?"   In my rush to get back in my bunk I 
hadn't realised that Chris was in his. 
 
"Nothing",  I replied,  lying on my back starring at the bottom of 
Knocker's bunk. 
 
"Oh come on,  something's wound you up.  What's happened ?" he 
asked. 
 
"Nothing" I replied again.  He got up,  shut the door and leaned on 
the edge of my bunk. 
 
"Look,  If the chief finds out that you're pissed about something then 
I'm the one who's going to get the bollocking over it.  So what's the 
problem ?" 
 
"You don't want to know." 
 
"Try me." 
 
I lay there wondering how the hell I was going to tell him 
diplomatically what I had seen in the bathroom. 
 
"Well,  I went for a shower and there was, um,   two guys sort of,  um,  
er, " 
 
"beating their meat."  he said,  finishing the sentence of for me. 
 
"Yeah,  both of them."  I added,  deciding not to mention what was 
also said. 
 
"Fuck me !   is that all.  I thought it was something serious." 
 
"You mean that ISN'T serious ?"  I asked. 
 
"Of course it's not serious.    Are you trying to tell me that don't get 
horny and work yourself off sometimes ?" 
 
"No,  but it's the sort of thing that you do in private isn't it ?" I 
asked. 
 
"Look,  if you reckon that this ship is full of queers then you'd better 
start thinking again !   When you don't get to find a bit of skirt for 
months on end you've just got to do something about it  -  and in 
case you haven't noticed,  privacy is not something that you get much 
of round here."  he explained. 
 
He seemed a bit upset that I sort of implied that some of the guys 
may not be straight. 
 
"I know that but I've always used the heads."  I said,  hoping that 
telling him I'd been working mine off would help. 
 
"Only fag's hang around toilets wanking off."  he replied  "and besides,  
everyone needs a bit of relief at some time or other so what's the 
point in trying to hide it.   There's no room for secrets when you have 
to work and live so closely together." 
 
I suppose he had a point.  I was beginning to feel real bad about 
making such a fuss,  particularly as I was almost certainly the only 
gay guy onboard and had been wanking off twice a day since joining 
the ship.   It was just that I was paranoid about someone discovering 
that. 
 
"So what's the score then ?"  I asked. 
 
"Simple,  if you're feeling horny then you do something about it.   To 
be honest,  I'm amazed that it has been over a week before you came 
across some of the lads at it.   The bathroom is the perfect place 
because all the water means you don't have to worry about cleaning 
up.  No one takes the slightest bit of notice - you just ignore what's 
going on and carry on as if it wasn't happening.   I guess  it must 
seem a bit strange to you but you'll get used to it  -  and remember 
that we're the ones who have to clean out the heads every day so 
unless you want to help,  give us a break and don't do it in there !   
If you're too shy to use the bathroom then there's always your bunk." 
 
"What !  In here ?" 
 
"Yes,  but don't cream your sleeping bag unless you want some 
serious stick from the laundry.     The normal thing is to grab an 
extra towel from the laundry and either wash it or dump it next time 
you go ashore.  Ask Knocker all about it,  he's the snake charming 
expert round here !"  he said,  laughing. 
 
I could just imagine the conversation  -  Hi Knocker,  good day ?   By 
the way,  I hear you wank off in here all the time  -  want to tell me 
all about it ? 
 
"Come on Chris,  you're taking the piss now.   His bunk is right above 
me,  I'd know if he was working himself off up there wouldn't I."   
Chris reached up to Knocker's bunk and produced a towel. 
 
"Obviously not because he hardly misses a night."  he said,  dangling a 
very well used towel in front of me. 
 
"OK,  I believe you.  I'm sorry for making such a fuss"  I said,  quietly. 
 
"Don't worry about it,  you weren't to know.  Think of it as some of 
the many unwritten rules of the ship.  I've got to get on now."   He 
put the towel back in the bunk and made for the door.   "See ya 
later." 
 
What a weird start to the day I thought;   A training session on the 
do's and don'ts of wanking off onboard  the ship.   So much for plan 
'A' that had seemed to be working so well up until today.    Never 
mind,  I thought,   at least it means that I can return to my almost 
life long habit of a good slow wank in bed each night !   I wasn't sure 
about the bathroom stuff though,   not that wanking off in the 
showers was anything unusual for me,  just that it would be difficult 
not to 'help' the other guys out like I sometimes did in the showers at 
the gym. 
 
It was a particularly boring day when I eventually got up again.   
There wasn't even anyone to look at while  I shaved in the bathroom,  
but then again,  it was well past midday so it wasn't surprising I 
suppose.   I spent the rest of the day and most of the evening in the 
mess reading.   I went for a piss on my way back on my bunk just 
before lights out.  My dick was beginning to stiffen in anticipation of 
what had been my nightly wank but remembering what Chris had said 
earlier in the day,  I reluctantly forced it back in my trousers and 
went down to my bunk. 
 
Most of the lads were already in their sleeping bags but there were 
still some undressing.   I hadn't had the nerve to nick a towel from 
the laundry so I retrieved the pair of shorts that I had messed up the 
previous week from the bottom of my rucksack and stuffed them 
under my pillow.   The only problem was that my dick was starting to 
stiffen again having missed out on being worked off.   I took my shirt,  
trousers and  socks off quickly but kept my boxers on until the last 
moment to hide my hardening dick.   Chris looked across from his 
bunk just as I took them off.   I doubt that he was deliberately 
looking but he must have seen my half hard dick sticking out because 
he smiled,   pointed to his sleeping bag and mouthed "don't forget" 
before turning away. 
 
I climbed in my bunk and lay there waiting for what seemed like a 
lifetime until the lights went out.    Apart from thinking about 
wanking myself off,  the only other thought rushing round my head 
was whether Knocker was working his off as Chris had suggested he 
did every night.   I strained to hear every little sound listening for 
any signs of activity above me.   The thought that he may be had 
really turned me on and my dick was leaking pre-cum almost by the 
bucketful.   I couldn't tell for sure so settled for imagining him slowly 
stroking his hard cock as I stroked mine. 
 
After about half an hour there were no sounds or signs of restless 
movement from any of the guys.   As quietly as possible,  I unzipped 
my sleeping bag and threw the top off my body to reveal my hardon.   
It was dripping with pre-cum and I began to slowly work it off,  trying 
not to make any noise,  and still thinking about Knocker doing the 
same.   A few minutes later I heard Knocker moving around and I 
slowed my stroke right down.   Suddenly,  he leant over the edge of 
his bunk and I could just about see his face. 
 
"Sounds like you could make use of this shortly" he whispered. 
 
He threw something into my bunk and disappeared again before 
settling down.   I groped around in the darkness with my free hand 
until I found what he had thrown down.   It felt like his towel so I 
picked it up and moved it onto my chest.   It was and he obviously 
had worked himself off because I could feel a damp patch in one 
corner.  My fingers found the sticky evidence and I brought it up close 
to my face.   The smell of freshly shot cum was too much and I felt 
my balls contract as I fired a stream of my own spunk,  most of 
which hit me in the face.   I tried to control my breathing,  I really 
didn't want the whole world to know that I was emptying my balls 
right now,  but it seemed impossible as I shot another load onto the 
towel.   My breathing returned to near normal after I shot the last 
load and I mopped up the spunk that missed the towel and drifted off 
to sleep. 
 
For the first time,  I had not woken up when the others got up in the 
morning and the room was empty.   It was another boring day and I 
found myself avoiding the other guys,  particularly Knocker,  during 
the day.   I suppose I was sort of embarrassed that he knew exactly 
what I had been up to the previous night.   It was crazy really 
because he had been doing just the same but I still found it hard to 
look him in the eye.   I turned in early that night but was still awake 
when the lads came in and was kind of expecting them to take the 
piss.    It was just like any other night and I was somewhat relieved 
when nothing was said about my nocturnal exercise the previous day. 
 
Knocker was sorting out his stuff as usual and I rolled onto my side 
(also as usual !) to take a look.   He was still wearing his jockeys.  
Now that was unusual,  he normally takes them off long before he 
climbs up to put his clothes away and sort out his bunk.   I was 
worried that this was because of last night and looked away.   I felt 
something  drop on the bunk behind me. 
 
"Sod it."  Knocker muttered.   He climbed down,  reached across me 
to retrieved a book and tee shirt. 
 
"Sorry,  but there's a gap between the bunk and the bulkhead and 
these fell down."  He said. 
 
"No problem."  I replied. 
 
"Can you pass the towel back up when you've finished because I really 
need it tonight."   He whispered as he moved away and then went 
back to sorting his stuff out.   I thought that was more than a bit 
odd.   Knocker had effectively just told me that he was going to work 
himself off and he was also expecting me to want to do the same.   So 
why the jockeys,  I puzzled. 
 
I took another look and all was revealed so to speak.   He had 
obviously been trying to trap his developing hardon between his legs 
but having to get down to pick up the stuff that had fallen had 
released it.   There was a growing bulge in his jockeys as his 
lengthening dick strained the material.   He soon hauled himself up 
into his bunk and there was a lot of movement as he,  presumably,  
tried to take them off out of sight.   Looking up at the back of his 
bunk I could see there was a gap of about four inches in one place 
where the bunk couldn't sit flush to the bulkhead because of some 
sort of removable hatch.   I could see his arm laying across the gap 
and my hard cock was poking against my sleeping bag as the lights 
went out. 
 
I couldn't wait to grab  my dick knowing that Knocker was definitely 
lying above with a hardon.   I wondered if he was already working on 
it,  sliding his hand up and down that hard rod.   I had never seen 
him fully hard but if his morning half hard was anything to go by  I 
was sure that it would be a good one.   I pulled the towel out from 
under my sleeping bag and left it ready at my side. 
 
My cock was standing right up twitching as I ran my hands over my 
chest,   feeling my nipples as they hardened and imagining Knocker 
doing the same.   My cock was going mental and my balls ached,  
waiting to deliver their load.   I worked my way down over my 
stomach and round the top of my legs,  teasing my dick,  imagining 
that it was someone else.    Anyone would have done,  I was really 
missing the tingle you get when you're with someone else.   I gently 
stroked along the length of my dick,  pulling the foreskin back 
slightly to expose the helmet and spreading the thick liquid that was 
oozing out with my finger.   It was like being on another planet and I 
no longer cared that there were ten other straight guys around me. 
 
I bet he's working on his now,  I thought.  There's no way he couldn't 
be having already got a hardon before getting in his bunk.   He's lying 
there,  stroking his balls and working the skin back and forth,  just 
waiting for the . . .    Shit,  he's waiting for the towel,  I thought 
coming back to reality. 
 
I took hold of my cock and after no more than a couple of rubs I 
could feel my body start to tense.   I stopped the rubbing and just 
stroked my dick lightly,  trying to prolong the amazing sensation that 
builds up in your crotch just before you shoot.   I managed to keep it 
for maybe fifteen seconds before hot creamy spunk splashed all over 
my stomach.   After I cleaned myself up,  I found the gap beside 
Knocker's bunk and pushed my hand up taking the end of the towel 
with it until my fingers felt Knocker's arm.   He moved his arm and 
then I felt his hand squeeze mine as a sort or acknowledgement of 
thanks before he took hold of the towel and pulled it up. 
 
Although I had just shot my load,  my cock had gone fully hard again 
with the certain knowledge that Knocker was wanking off above me.   
Any moment now he would shoot into the towel just like I had.   I 
listened,  trying to filter out the background noises of the ship,  for 
the familiar sound of someone working themselves off.  Perhaps I 
would be able to hear better if I was closer to the gap that led up to 
his bunk I thought.   That helped,  I could hear what I thought was 
the faint sound of his arm rubbing on the material of his sleeping 
bag. 
 
My dick twitched and I took hold of it again.   It was fully hard but 
still really sensitive as I squeezed it and thought of that young hard 
dick getting ready to shoot above me.   The faint rubbing sound was 
getting faster and I could also hear the increasing sound of his 
breathing as he neared the point of shooting.    His breathing seemed 
to stop momentarily and there was a long slow exhale as I guess he 
pumped his spunk out.   At the same time I felt a small trickle 
running down the side of my dick;   I had ejaculated another small 
amount of cum. 
 
I collected it on my hand and licked it off,  enjoying the warm salty 
taste before rolling over and falling asleep,  dreaming of sliding in 
next to Knocker.   Gently stroking his muscled body and working on 
that young hard cock.   Rubbing it and then running my tongue all 
over it before taking the helmet in my mouth.   Sucking the full 
length of it and playing with those cum filled balls,   feeling them 
being drawn closer to his body as he starts shaking and then  -  I 
suddenly woke up.   What a crap time to wake up I thought.   Just 
one more minute,  that was all that was needed ! 
 
That was the way it was for most of the rest of the time.   Some 
mornings I could watch guys getting showered as I shaved,   
sometimes one of them would wank off almost oblivious to me 
watching in the mirror.  Sometimes I would wank off as well but I 
found that a strange experience. 
 
Six guys had come in just after I had got under the shower the first 
time it happened.  I vaguely knew one of them,  Steve,   and we 
talked as we washed.   Amongst other things,  I told him that I would 
be more than pleased to get home at the end of the month. 
 
"You looking forward to some shore leave ?"  I asked him. 
 
"Got one better than that"  he replied  "I've got an entire week's 
home leave coming up." 
 
One of the other guys turned towards him    "You lucky bastard,  
pussy on demand and no money needs to change hands !" he said. 
 
They continued chatting for while,  with Steve explaining in no 
uncertain terms what he was going to do with his missus when he got 
home and the others making equally outrageous suggestions.   I 
noticed out of the corner of my eye that Steve was getting hard and 
shortly after was working it off.   One of the others followed suit and 
as I was also getting hard I did the same.   Like I said,  it was really 
odd.  Three guys wanking off with four other guys standing fairly close 
by showering.   The conversation just carried on;  no touching and no 
looking or anything.   It was really cold,  almost clinical and anything 
but erotic. 
 
Knocker and I continued sharing the towel though,  passing it up and 
down alternately each day.   Now that I did find erotic.  Knowing what 
was going on or about to go on above me even though I couldn't see 
it.   I often wondered if he thought about me wanking off while he 
waited but came to the conclusion that he probably just wished that I 
would hurry up so that he could get on with it ! 
 
Soon,  there were only a couple more days to go before we docked 
and if the increase in bathroom activity was anything to go by,  it was 
quite obvious that the lads were really looking forward to it.   I found 
it so difficult to understand how they could carry on like they did;   
Just a simple and quick release of frustration with seemingly no 
enjoyment or satisfaction.   I suppose it was considered as a necessary 
but rather poor substitute for the real thing rather than an exciting 
and  pleasurable activity to be shared with someone else. 
 
The ship docked at Swansea very early on Saturday morning,   seven 
weeks to the day after leaving Gibraltar.   The only topic of 
conversation in the morning when the lads were getting up was about 
how they were going to spend the next couple of days ashore.   By 
lunch time,  the ship was virtually deserted as most of the guys 
headed ashore for thirty six hours leave and only a small skeleton 
crew remained onboard.   I had to remain on the ship for another 
couple of days until after the weekend so the dockyard could remove 
some of the equipment. 
 
After all the noise and activity twenty four hours a day that I had 
become used to,  the quietness and lack of people rushing about all 
the time made a pleasant change.   Although it was only early 
evening,  I took a shower and lay in my bunk simply enjoying the 
peace and quiet in the empty room.   The silence was broken when 
the door opened and someone walked in swearing.   It was Knocker. 
 
"What are you still doing here,  I thought you were ashore with the 
rest of the lads." I asked. 
 
"Don't talk to me about that !"  he replied,  "the bastard's 
'volunteered' me for duty in the morning and I've only got a four hour 
pass   -  got to be back by midnight." 
 
He dumped his working clothes and went off to get cleaned up,  still  
muttering about not having a weekend pass.   He seemed a little 
happier when he got back. 
 
"Fancy coming out for a few jars then ?"  he asked. 
 
I didn't really.   It was good to get some peace for a change and the 
last thing I fancied was a night's drinking in the crowded town. 
 
"Come on,  it'll be a good laugh and anyway,  I need someone to make 
sure that  I get back on time." he added. 
 
"All right then."   I agreed,  somewhat reluctantly getting up,  
throwing on some clothes and we left the ship to 'sample the delights' 
of the town. 
 
We headed for the town centre and hardly surprising for a Saturday 
night,  it was heaving with people.   By ten o'clock we had visited 
most of the pubs in the main street.  I always thought that I could 
keep up with most people but Knocker was downing beer like there 
was no tomorrow easily finishing two for every one that I had.   
Moving on to next pub,  we were both a bit worse for wear and 
Knocker was getting distinctly unsteady on his feet. 
 
We pushed our way through the crowd to the bar and he ordered 
another couple of pints with whisky chaser's.   I was beginning to 
struggle at this point,  having had far to much already but he carried 
on as though it was the first of the evening.    I staggered off for a 
leak and when  I got back,  he had got into some sort of argument 
with a crowd of local yob's.   He was all for taking them outside to 
'sort them out' after a fair amount of pushing and shoving.   The 
landlord was getting more than a bit upset and threatened to call the 
Police after drinks were knocked over and things starting getting out 
of hand.   I pulled Knocker away from the group but they continued 
to trade insults and shout abuse at each other.   Eventually we were 
both 'invited to leave' by the landlord. 
 
It was nearly closing time anyway.   I for one had had more than 
enough and Knocker was having real difficulty in standing up.    We 
staggered along the main street trying to prop each other up with 
Knocker still shouting and singing.   I suddenly realised that it was 
almost eleven thirty and there wasn't much chance of either of us 
finding our way back to the ship by midnight.   I managed to 
persuade a taxi to take us to the dock and pushed Knocker in.   The 
driver wasn't too happy about it  -  I just hoped Knocker wasn't going 
to throw up all over the place. 
 
It was almost midnight when we got back.   After I paid the taxi 
driver and dragged Knocker out we just about managed to help each 
other up the gangway onto the ship.  He quietened down a bit once we 
got onboard and made our way below decks,  still hanging on to me 
for support despite the fact that I was having difficulty supporting 
myself ! 
 
We eventually made it and Knocker collapsed in a heap on the floor 
when I left him to stand alone while I closed the door.   He pulled 
himself up. 
 
"Hey,  that was great.  You OK ?" he asked. 
 
"Yeah,  I guess so." I replied,  trying to steady myself against the side 
of the bunks. 
 
He kicked his boots off before struggling to take off his shirt and 
trousers.  Needless to say,  there was no careful folding and putting 
away as was usually the case,  everything was just thrown in a heap 
on the floor.   He staggered over towards me in his jockeys heading 
for the door. 
 
"Got to go for a piss."  he announced. 
 
"Reckon you're going to make it OK ?"  I asked. 
 
"Yeah,  unless you want to come and hold it for me !" 
 
"Bugger off !  I was just thinking about getting there." 
 
"Nah,  I'm OK" he said,  promptly falling over. 
 
He picked himself up again and wandered off.   I kicked his stuff to 
the back of the room so neither of us would fall over it and began to 
get undressed.   I had just about taken my shirt off when Knocker 
staggered back in again. 
 
"That's better." he said leaning on the bunk beside me "You still OK ?" 
 
"Yeah,  but I think that I'm going to regret it in the morning though."  
I replied trying to steady myself against the bunk as I took my 
trousers off. 
 
"Know what you mean." 
 
It was strange with nobody else about and just the two of us standing 
in our underwear next to each other leaning on the bunks. 
 
"Fuck,  I feel horny tonight. "  he suddenly announced,  and much to 
my surprise squeezed the front of his jockeys.   I didn't answer but 
took what was probably an excessively long look.   "Should have done 
something about it in town I suppose.   You the same ?" 
 
"I suppose so,  but it's too late to worry about it now."  I replied. 
 
"What you done with my stuff ?"  he asked looking down to the floor 
where he had left his heap of clothes. 
 
"Over there." I said,  pointing to the back of the room. 
 
"Right"  he said,  taking off his jockeys and throwing them with the 
rest of his things    He lost his balance again and grabbed me to stop 
himself falling over.   I soon realised that I could feel his dick against 
my leg as he leant against me and felt my own dick stir. 
 
"Sorry,  I guess I ought to lie down."  he said,  pulling himself away 
and leaning against the bunks again.   I couldn't help myself from 
looking at him as he stood there.    He may have been having trouble 
standing up but his dick certainly wasn't and I spent a moment 
watching it grow. 
 
"Got to lie down."  he said,  trying to climb up to his bunk and 
failing.   He tried again but this time landed in a heap on the floor 
laughing. 
 
"Don't normally have this problem getting up."  he said. 
 
"Doesn't look like you have any problem getting it up to me."  I 
replied without even thinking and regretting it as soon as the words 
left my mouth. 
 
"Oh yeah,  hadn't realised that had happened."  he sniggered,  "Well I 
did say I was feeling horny didn't I." 
 
He stood up next to me again.  For the very first time,   I could see 
his almost fully hard seven inch cock standing up.  It was a bit 
shorter than mine but thicker,  a real mouthful I thought.   Despite 
the excess of alcohol my dick was rapidly following suit in my boxers. 
 
"Hey,  why don't you use the bottom bunk.   It would be a lot easier."  
I suggested. 
 
"Good point"  he replied leaning down and falling in. 
 
I crouched down to see if he was OK and take another look at that 
dick.   He was laying on his back and it was  standing up like a 
flagpole. 
 
"OK ?"  I asked. 
 
"Yeah,  but gonna need that towel real soon,  chuck it down will you."   
I stood up again to find the towel in his bunk.   He mumbled 
something. 
 
"What was that ?"  I asked, 
 
"I said it looks like you need it as much as I do."  he repeated and I 
felt my dick being squeezed through my boxers.   It really took me by 
surprise and my first reaction was to jump back from the bunks. 
 
"Oh shit,  sorry.  It was an accident.   I was stretching my arms and 
didn't realise you were there.  I'm real sorry"   He blurted out.    An 
accident ?  I thought.  It wasn't a casual brush against me it was a 
definite grab.   How many times do you stretch your arms out and 
just happen to grab the nearest cock by accident ! 
 
"It's OK,  no problem"   I replied,   moving back to continue looking 
for the towel and almost praying that he would do it again. 
 
"I'm sorry,  real sorry.  It was an accident.   I didn't mean to do it."  
he said again and again.   I found the towel and crouched down beside 
the bunk again. 
 
"Look.  It's OK  I believe you."  I said,  putting the towel on the floor.   
"Anyway,  I must go for a piss, I'll be back in a minute."  I added,  
deciding to leave before I lost control and took more than just a 
passing grab at his hardon. 
 
Halfway to the heads I remembered that I was only wearing my boxers 
and my dick was definitely showing.  Just as well there's no one about 
I thought.    It was some time before my dick softened slightly so I 
could piss and actually hit the bowl rather than spray it all over the 
place.   I kept thinking about what had happened which didn't help 
but came to the conclusion that he was  just so pissed that he didn't 
realise what he was doing until it was too late.   When I got back to 
the room,  I turned off the main light leaving just the red lighting on 
so that  I could see to get in my bunk without breaking my neck.   I 
had just taken my boxers off to climb in when I heard Knocker talking 
again. 
 
"It really was an accident.  I didn't mean to do it you know." 
 
"Hey,  I thought you'd gone to sleep."  I said,  crouching down by the 
bunk again.   He was lying on his side facing me.  His dick had 
softened just slightly but he obviously hadn't worked it off because 
the towel was still in the same place on the floor. 
 
"I'm sorry.  You won't say anything will you ?"  he asked.   The tough 
guy that had threatened to take on half a dozen yob's single handed 
in the town was now just lying there like a frightened kid.   I sat on 
the edge of the bunk. 
 
"Don't worry about it.  It's not a problem."  I said,  trying to reassure 
him. 
 
"So you won't tell anyone then ?"  he asked again.    I turned to face 
him and placed my index finger in the middle of his chest. 
 
"If it was the other way round,  would you tell anyone ?"  I asked. 
 
"Of course not.  You don't grass on mates do you ?"  he replied. 
 
"Exactly.  So there's no problem then is there ?" 
 
He still didn't seem convinced so keeping my eyes firmly fixed on his,  
I very,  very slowly ran my finger across his chest towards his 
stomach.  He didn't move.   I continued moving my finger down over 
his stomach until it was touching the side of his dick and left it 
there.  He still didn't move or say anything but his rapidly stiffening 
dick moved against my finger as it grew back to its full size.   There 
was still no reaction as I looked him straight in the eye and waited 
until I imagined he was fully hard before wrapping my fingers round it 
for a few seconds. 
 
"Like you say,  accidents happen.   I guess we both have a secret to 
keep now."   I said,  reluctantly releasing my grip on his hard dick.    
At last,  a smile returned to his face. 
 
"Thanks."   he whispered. 
 
By now,  my dick had gone fully hard and was standing up again.   I 
started to move but Knocker leaned across towards the edge of the 
bunk. 
 
"Hang on a minute."  he said.    "You still feeling horny ?"  he asked 
quietly.   As I was sitting in front of a naked guy with a hardon,  this 
was kind of a daft question but I suppose he wasn't to know that. 
 
"No,  I always sit around with a raging hardon when I'm not horny !"  
I replied. 
 
"I'll take that as a yes.   Me too."   There was a long silent pause.   
"You want to go first ?"  he asked. 
 
"You were the first to get hard,   I can wait."  I replied.   There was 
another long silent pause.   He moved closer to the edge of the bunk 
and I felt his dick lightly touching my arse.   My heart was pounding 
and under any other circumstances I think I would have jumped on 
him immediately. 
 
"You could stay here so neither of us would have to wait."  He said 
even more quietly.   I was desperately fighting the desire to roll in 
with him. 
 
"You're joking.  What if someone comes in." 
 
"But all the lads are ashore and I don't have to get up until 06-00.   
No one's going to come in before then."   he replied,  moving towards 
the back of the bunk again.   "Anyway,  it was only a suggestion." 
 
That was it.  I couldn't control myself any longer and I lay down on 
my side facing him.   I really wanted to move closer and cuddle up to 
him but was still very unsure of the situation.   We lay there for ages 
just looking at each other and watching each others dick twitch.   
Eventually,  I reached down and began to stroke mine and almost 
immediately he took hold of his.    I watched as he began pulling on 
that rock hard tool,  pulling the skin back and forth,  faster and 
faster.  The fundamental difference in technique was obvious.   He was 
going at it like a bat out of hell whereas I was working slowly,  
enjoying the sensation and making it last.   I could hear his breathing 
get faster and faster then a great stream of hot spunk shot across 
and landed on my stomach.  Another quickly followed as his cock 
jerked in his hand and he tried to stop it shooting all over the place. 
 
"Oh yeah  -  that's better.  Jesus it feels so good.   I really needed 
that." he said,  almost gasping for breath before noticing that his cum 
was all over me.   "Oh fuck,  sorry about that.  Where's  the towel ?"  
he asked,  looking around. 
 
"Must be still on the floor."  I said. 
 
He reached over me to get it and I let go of my dick.  The sight of his 
cum covered crotch and now the feel of his hot body against mine 
had almost made me shoot.   He grabbed hold of the towel,  pulling it 
into the bunk before moving away,  wiping the cum of his dick and 
then off my stomach before it ran onto the sleeping bag underneath 
us.   His arm occasionally brushed against my dick as he cleaned up 
sending a tingle through my body.   Without any warning he gently 
touched my dick which made it jump back against my stomach.   I 
looked down at him and his face was just inches away from dick. 
 
"Don't you want to cum then ?"  he asked. 
 
"Of course I do but I like to take my time and make the feeling last."   
I replied.   He just lay there watching me when I started wanking it 
again. 
 
"Do you get your missus to suck it ?"  he asked after a few minutes. 
 
"Er  yeah,  sometimes."  I replied,  overlooking the fact that my 
'missus' had a cock rather than breasts ! 
 
"My 'ex' never would."  he said quietly.   His 'ex' ?    So that's why he 
never talks about his other half with the rest of the lads and it 
probably also explains why he's always so horny I thought. 
 
"Do you like it ?" 
 
"Of course I do but it's not really an option is it ?  Why all the 
questions ?"  I asked,  more than a bit confused about where the 
conversation was going.   It was unusual enough for him to be 
watching let alone discussing such things. 
 
"Sorry,  I guess I'm just a bit drunk.   Totally pissed really."  he 
replied.   I was still slowly rubbing my dick and the next time I pulled 
the skin back exposing my helmet,  I felt his lips against it. 
 
"Jesus !   You're not just pissed you're  -  aargh  -  I don't believe 
this  -  don't  -  aargh  -  I mean slow down  -   oh god that's 
good  -  aargh  -  stop,  I'm nearly there."  I could hardly breath as 
the end of my dick disappeared into his mouth and his tongue lapped 
over it.    It was amazing,  my whole body was shaking and I tried to 
pull away because I was so close to shooting my load.   "Hey,  stop,  
I'm about to shoot !" but he pulled me closer,  taking more of my 
dick in his mouth,  sucking like crazy and flicking his tongue over the 
helmet. 
 
I couldn't take much more.   I felt my balls contract and my hips 
buck,  pushing my dick further into his mouth just before it exploded.    
He swallowed as the first jet hit the back of his throat but continued 
his assault on my helmet prompting several more spurts to be 
delivered.     I can't remember ever squirming so much during a blow 
job.  It wasn't just my crotch that was having the orgasm it felt like 
my whole body was taking part.   It was absolutely amazing.    
Knocker eventually let go of my dick when it started to soften and 
stretched out on the bunk again. 
 
Without even thinking,  I reached out and pulled him towards me,  
wrapping my arms round his body and just held onto him,  enjoying 
the warmth of his body against mine.   I had wanted to do that with 
him for so long.    We both must have dozed off because I woke a few 
hours later.  We were still holding onto each other with our hard dicks 
sandwiched between us.   Very reluctantly,  I decided it would be best 
if I went back to my own bunk rather than risk being found together 
in the morning.   I carefully pulled myself away from him,  taking one 
last opportunity to stroke that long hard dick  before gently kissing 
him on the lips,  covering him up and getting into my own bunk. 
 
I felt a hand on my shoulder and Knocker was asking me how I was 
feeling.   "Bit of a hangover."  I replied. 
 
"Not surprised after the state you were in last night."    Strange,  I 
thought.   He was the one that could hardly stand up as I 
remembered it.    I slowly opened my eyes but even though only the 
red lights were on it still hurt.   Knocker looked surprisingly awake 
and full of life considering how much he'd had to drink. 
 
"What about you ?"  I asked. 
 
"Unlike you I'm fine,  ready for action."     My mind drifted back to 
what had happened after we got back last night. 
 
"I've never seen anyone so rat arsed as you were last night."  He said. 
 
"I wasn't that bad,  no where near as bad as you anyway.   You were 
the one that couldn't stand up."   I replied. 
 
"What do you mean ?   I almost had to carry you back from the club." 
 
"Club ?  Er,  what club ?"   I asked,  starting to get slightly confused. 
 
"You mean you don't remember the club ?   Just as well I suppose." 
 
I replayed the events of the previous night through my mind again as 
I remembered them.   The trouble in the pub before getting asked to 
leave,  staggering up the high street trying to hold Knocker upright,  
the taxi back to the ship,  seeing him hard for the first time,  him 
groping my dick,  his reaction afterwards,  the wanking session that 
followed and the blow job  -  especially the blow job !    It was all so 
clear.  That's the way it happened,  there wasn't any club. 
 
"But we didn't go to any club,  we got a taxi back here after leaving 
that pub in the high street."    I said. 
 
"Strewth.  You must have been worse than I thought if you can't 
remember.   I guess it all come back to you later."    I don't believe 
this,  I thought.   He's trying to wind me up.   "I'm late  -  got to go.   
Oh,  by the way,  the chief's looking for you.    I told him you'd had a 
rough night and might be late getting up,   he wasn't too happy." he 
said,  heading out of the door. 
 
"Oh great,  thanks a lot mate !"    
 
I lay there for sometime,  thinking hard about what had happened 
and definitely came to the conclusion that it had to be a wind up.   
My head was throbbing and it got substantially worse when I 
eventually got up.   After a quick wash and shave,  I went off to the 
control centre to find out where the chief was likely to be. 
 
"You still look rough,  didn't expect to see you this early in the 
morning."  one of the guys said as  I walked in. 
 
"Just a bit of a hangover,  I'm OK.   Any idea where  the chief is ?"  I 
asked. 
 
"No.  He was looking for you first thing  but I haven't seem him 
since." 
 
"Anyway,  what did you mean about not expecting to see me this 
morning ?"  I asked. 
 
"Well,  I saw Knocker trying to get you back onboard last night and 
figured you'd still be sleeping it off tomorrow !"  he replied. 
 
"Come on,  I wasn't that bad."   The chief appeared round the door. 
 
"Ah,  glad to see you've finally woken from that drunken stupor.   A 
message came in last night after you'd gone ashore."  he said,  
handing me an envelope.  "Hey,  what's this I hear about you in 
Valentino's last night ?" 
 
"Oh,  it was nothing."  I replied,  getting even more confused about 
what did actually happen last.  "It didn't sound like nothing to me !" 
he said walking off. 
 
There was a chorus of "Tut,  tut,  what were you up to then ?"  from 
the guys in the control centre. 
 
"Leave,  it out guys.  He must be mistaken,  I've no idea what he's on 
about." 
 
I shoved the envelope in my pocket and went on deck to get some 
fresh air and try to figure out what was going on.   I hadn't even 
heard of Valentino's let alone been in there  -  or had I ?    Perhaps 
we did go but what about when we got back,  surely I can't have 
imagined what happened.   I asked one of the guys on deck if he knew 
where this Valentino's was. 
 
"Yeah,  It's the club at the top of the high street,  but then you 
should know that 'cos you were in there half the night."  he answered. 
 
Maybe Knocker wasn't winding me up after all,  I thought,  but I still 
didn't remember going to any club.    I decide to go back and lie 
down again.   I climbed in my bunk and lay there desperately trying 
to remember everything little thing that had happened last night.   
Perhaps I did go to this club,   I thought,  maybe what happened with 
Knocker was just a dream.   It wouldn't have been the first time I'd 
had my wicked way with him  -  in my dreams at least.   I must have 
dozed off and was suddenly woken when all the lads piled in. 
 
"Bloody hell,  aren't you up yet ?"  Chris asked. 
 
"Sod off !   I got up hours ago but was feeling a bit knackered and 
decided to lie down again."  I said. 
 
"Not surprised after last night." 
 
"How do you mean ?" 
 
"I saw you getting thrown out of Valentino's as we went in last night 
and if half the things I heard are true  -  like I said,  not surprising 
your feeling knackered."   This was  far too much of a coincidence.  I 
guess Knocker wasn't winding me up after all,   it must have just 
been a dream.  But what a dream,   I thought.   The lads were 
scrambling round the place packing their bags. 
 
"What are you lot up to anyway ?"  I asked. 
 
"Off home"  they all replied in unison. 
 
"But I thought the ship was only stopping here for a couple of days." 
 
"Nah,  there's some problem with the engines and it's going to take at 
least a week to sort it out  so we're out of here on a week's leave 
starting 18.00."  Chris explained and a cheer went up ! 
 
"Anyway,  what did the chief want this morning ?"  Knocker asked. 
 
"Just to give me a message,  that's all."  I answered,  remembering 
the envelope still in my pocket and  opening it. 
 
It was from my company.   They couldn't pick up the equipment until 
Monday so had booked me into a hotel for the night,  figuring that I 
would have had enough of the ship by now.   "Looks like you're not 
the only ones out of here tonight,  I've been booked into the Grand 
Duke Hotel for tonight." 
 
It took an hour or so to get all my stuff together and say my 
goodbyes to the lads.   I felt quite sad when I left the ship.  It wasn't 
just the obvious thrill that I'd had being with all those young guys and 
so on it was more than that.   They were just such a great bunch of 
lads who had turned what I expected to be a lonely and boring 
nightmare full of hassle into an enjoyable experience.  They were real 
mates,  if only the guys that I normally worked with were as friendly 
and had a similar attitude to life. 
 
I checked into the hotel and found my room.  It was like a palace 
compared to what I had been used to over the past few weeks.   A 
large well furnished room with a huge double bed and sitting area as 
well as a private bathroom.   Fresh flowers on the table,  a bowl of 
fruit,  magazines and a view straight out to sea;  luxury compared to 
a small bunk in a room with ten other guys but nowhere near as 
much fun !   Although the lads were such a good laugh,  it was nice 
to have some peace and quiet again.   Time to myself to relax.   After 
showering and getting changed I went down to the restaurant for 
dinner. 
 
I was sitting in the bar afterwards reading the paper for the first time 
in weeks when one of the staff came over and told me I had some 
visitors in reception.   I wasn't expecting anyone until the following 
day and hadn't even told anyone that I was back never mind where I 
was staying.   I figured that there was some mistake but went out to 
check just in case.   When I got out there,   Chris,  Knocker and a 
couple of the other lads were standing by the desk,  complete with all 
their kit. 
 
"Thought you'd like to buy as a few drinks for putting up with you for 
so long before we go home. "  said Chris. 
 
"Cheeky bugger !"  I replied,  quietly,  because the receptionist was 
already giving them disapproving looks. 
 
I don't think that she liked the idea of four young sailors drinking in 
the bar all night.   I promised her that I would make sure that they 
behaved and guaranteed there wouldn't be any problems before taking 
them all into the bar and ordering drinks.   They deserved it really 
but in any case,  the company would be picking up the tab so they 
could stay in there drinking all night as far as I was concerned. 
 
We sat around in the bar chatting for most of the evening until just 
after 10pm when Chris suddenly realised that he only had half an 
hour to get to the station or he would miss his train home.   The 
others didn't have much longer to wait so they all collected their kit 
and after saying goodbye again,  headed off for the station. 
 
After they had gone,  I ordered another couple of drinks and went up 
to my room and spent another hour or so lying the bed half watching 
the late film on the television.   I was just thinking about turning in 
when there was a gentle tap on the door.   I wasn't expecting anyone 
and didn't particularly want to be bothered and they probably had the 
wrong room anyway so I ignored it.   A short while later there was 
another tap on the door but a bit louder than before.   After the 
third occasion,  I decided to get up and see what was going on and 
opening the door saw Knocker standing there.   I was quite surprised 
to say the least. 
 
"I though that you'd be well on your way home by now,  how come 
you're here ?"  I asked. 
 
"They cancelled the bloody train and the next one's not until 
tomorrow morning so rather than hang around the station all night I 
thought I come back here.   That's OK isn't it ?" 
 
"Sure,  come in.   Just chuck your stuff over there.  Want another 
drink ?"  
 
"Sounds good to me,  why not."  I called room service and ordered 
some more drinks and some food because despite having a huge meal 
earlier,  I was beginning to feel hungry again. 
 
"Smart room,  bet this costs a fortune for the night."  Knocker said. 
 
"It probably does but why should I care,  I don't have to pay for it !" 
 
The food and drinks arrived and we both sat down and got stuck in.    
Knocker stretched his legs out and slumped in the chair opposite me 
as we talked and half watched the end of the film.    I found myself 
spending rather more time watching him than the television,  
especially the tantalising bulge in his uniform trousers.   He looked 
real good in his uniform and although I'm not really into uniforms or 
anything,  knowing what was behind the bulge was definitely beginning 
to turn me on.   So much so that I was pleased when he went to the 
bathroom for a leak and I could adjust myself because it was starting 
to get uncomfortable.   He came back and collapsed in the chair 
again. 
 
"So,  what are you going to do,  go back to the ship ?"  I asked. 
 
"I suppose I could do but I don't know whether there will be anyone 
still there or not.   If everyone got leave then there will only be the 
security guys at the dockyard and they probably won't let me back 
onboard."  he said. 
 
"It's a hell of a way to go if you're not sure you can get back 
onboard."  I said,  "I can call reception and get you a room for the 
night. " 
 
"Hey,  that'd be good but who's going to pay because I certainly can't 
afford to stay here." 
 
"You don't need to worry about that,  the company will get the bill,  I 
just need to get the hotel to put it down as something else so they 
don't realise they paid for two rooms."  I said. 
 
"But won't you get in trouble for that ?" he asked. 
 
"Yes,  probably,  but what the hell.   I can't leave you with nowhere to 
stay for the night can I."  I replied. 
 
"Well,  I could stop in here.  Let's face it,  this room is ten times 
bigger than what we had on the ship."  He was quite right and the 
thought had already crossed my mind  -  several times in fact -  the 
hard dick in my trousers was testament to that ! 
 
"Must go for a piss."  I said,  needing to make some more adjustment 
down there. 
 
He was standing up looking at the bed when I came out of the 
bathroom.   The bed was much bigger than a normal double bed,  a 
'king size' I guess. 
 
"There's enough room in there for four people,  we could stick some 
of the cushions  down the middle and share it if you don't mind." he 
said. 
 
If I don't mind !   If only he knew what was going through my mind at 
the time.    I certainly had no objection but there was absolutely no 
way that I would be able to keep to my side of the bed with him in 
the other.    Help !  How am I going to say that I don't think it's a 
good idea without saying why,  I thought. 
 
"Problem solved then,  which side do you want ?"  he asked. 
 
"Er,  I'm not sure about this." 
 
"Come on,  it's only a simple question.  Do you prefer the right or left 
hand side ?"   he replied,  sounding amazed at my indecision. 
 
"No,  I don't care about that.  It's just sharing a bed that I'm not 
sure about."  I said.   There was a short pause. 
 
"Why, you don't snore too loudly or wet the bed do you ?"  he asked,  
joking. 
 
"No.  But,  er,  I'm not sure it's a good idea.  I think it  would be 
better if I got you your own room." 
 
But why,  it's not like we don't know each other is it ?"  he said.    I 
walked over to the window and stared out,  not really knowing what to 
do. 
 
"It's not quite as simple as that."  I said,  "You really don't know me 
well enough to understand." 
 
"We've known each other for a couple of months and I can't see any 
problem.   If you don't want me about just say so and I'll bugger off 
somewhere else !" he replied,  getting a bit upset. 
 
"Look,  it's not like that at all,  it's just that,  well,  there's 
something you need to know."   I didn't generally go about telling 
people my sexual preferences but I wasn't really into hiding it either,  
I normally didn't care one way or the other.   It didn't usually bother 
me if people knew but this time it was a bit different.   I considered 
Knocker a good mate and didn't know how he was going to take it or 
what his reaction would be but it looked like I had no choice but to 
be honest with him.   "I can't share a bed with you because,  I'm,  oh 
sod it  -  what the hell,  I'm gay."  I blurted out.   There was a 
deafening silence that seemed to go on for ever. 
 
"What do you mean you're gay !   Are you telling me that I'm trying 
to share a bed with a poofter ?"  he eventually said. 
 
"Yes,  I suppose you could say that.   I'm sorry,  I should have told 
you before.   It's just that I didn't know how to.   In fact I didn't want 
to but you haven't left me much choice have you.   I'm sorry.   I 
quite understand if you just want to get the hell out of here." 
 
For the first time ever,  I felt really embarrassed about telling 
someone that I was gay.    I heard Knocker walking across the room 
and figured he was heading for the door so I continued staring out of 
the window into the darkness outside.   I felt terrible.   It was  like 
letting a mate down.   I heard the door open and close and thought 
that would be last I ever saw of him. 
 
I stayed in front of the window wallowing in self pity - almost shame 
- and then I heard footsteps slowly coming towards me.   I realised 
that Knocker hadn't actually left and had this horrible feeling that I 
was about to be 'sorted out'.   I convinced myself that I probably 
deserved it after pretending to be one of the lads for so long and 
braced myself for what I imagined was going to happen.   I flinched 
when I felt his hand on my shoulder. 
 
"After all this time,  you finally decide to tell me you're gay."  he 
said. 
 
"Sorry.   It's just the way I am.  If you hadn't come back you'd never 
have needed to find out." I replied. 
 
"So it's my fault is it ?" 
 
"No,  I didn't mean it like that." 
 
"So how did you mean it then ?" 
 
"You know what I meant." 
 
"Do I ?" 
 
"Look,  if you're going to hit me just get on with it will you."   There 
was a long silent pause as  I waited for the inevitable. 
 
"Who says I want to hit you ?   I just want to talk." 
 
"About what ?   You know it all now.  There's not much to talk about 
is there ?"  I said. 
 
"That's where you're wrong isn't it.   If you hadn't been so engrossed 
in playing the straight guy then you might have realised something."  
he said.    I wasn't sure what he was getting at. 
 
"How do you mean ?"  I asked. 
 
"Well,  didn't you think it was a bit strange that a straight guy could 
give such a good blow job ?"    My mind went back to the night we 
got back to the ship after drinking in the town and the penny 
dropped ! 
 
"Are you saying that all that crap about going to the club was a wind 
up then."    Knocker burst out laughing. 
 
"It sure was and you fell for it good and proper." 
 
"Bastard !"  I said,  turning round to see his smiling face.   "Have you 
any idea what you've just put me through ?"  I asked. 
 
"Probably much the same as I went through after you made me think 
that I was wrong and you really were straight !"  He replied with that 
cheeky grin on his face.   How I loved that grin. 
 
"You bastard !"  I said again,   wrapping my arms round him and 
puling him tightly against me.   "God,  I hate you for doing that."  I 
said,  just holding on to him tightly,  almost in tears. 
 
"Nah ya don't really."   He was right,  of course,   I wanted him more 
than ever now that I knew he felt the same way as I did.     He put 
his arms round me and squeezed my arse. 
 
"You got to admit it was a pretty good wind up though wasn't it." 
 
"You can say that again.  I thought I was going mad when I couldn't 
remember what you were on about in the morning.   How the hell did 
you manage to set me up like that.    Everyone else seemed to 
corroborate what you said about going to that club and there being 
some sort of trouble."   I said. 
 
"That's what comes of being in the Navy  -  wind ups are all part of 
the job !" 
 
Releasing my grip on him slightly,  I saw that cheeky grin again and 
our lips met.   We kissed and hugged each other for ages.   I felt his 
tongue on my lips before it explored deep inside my mouth and mine 
followed suit.    My hardon had returned with vengeance by now as we 
kissed,   squeezed and rubbed our bodies against each other.   It was 
electric. 
 
"You're going to regret winding me up like that."  I said,  pausing for 
air. 
 
"Oh I don't think so,  but please be gentle with me because I'm only 
eighteen !" he replied acting all innocent. 
 
"Don't come the innocent with me.  Eighteen you may be but you 
knew exactly what you're doing you bugger !"  I said. 
 
"Yeah,  I know but it's fun making up isn't it." he replied starting to 
kiss me passionately again and grinding his crotch against mine. 
 
I gently caressed his back and fondled his arse with my hands as we 
kissed,  getting more and more turned on.   His hands found my 
crotch and gently squeezed my dick through my trousers.   As he 
went for my belt buckle,   I paused from kissing. 
 
"Not so fast.  You're going to have to wait for that."  I said  "We're 
going to take this real slow,  just like it should be and not like a bull 
at a gate as you did last time.   You're going to be screaming to 
shoot before you're going to get half a chance !" 
 
Our lips met again and I moved my hands  round between us and ran 
them over his chest,  feeling his nipples through his uniform shirt.   
He copied my movements and my nipples immediately went hard at 
the touch of his hand through my shirt.   I began to slowly undo the 
buttons of his shirt,  allowing my hands to occasionally creep inside 
and stroke his chest or stomach and gently squeeze his nipples until 
they also started to get hard.    When all the buttons had been 
loosened,  I pulled his shirt out from his trousers and pushed if over 
his shoulders.  He dropped his hands to his side to let it fall to the 
floor before starting to slowly undo the buttons of my shirt.   When it 
also fell to the floor,  I pulled him close to me again and felt the 
warmth of that firm muscled upper body against mine as we 
continued to kiss deeply. 
 
I ran my hands up over his strong powerful arms and stroked the 
back of his neck before running my fingers through that close 
cropped blond hair of his.   When my hands worked there way back 
downwards again,  I started to kiss my way down his body.   Running 
my hands over his well defined pecs ,  kissing his nipples and teasing 
them with my tongue before gently nibbling at them.   As my hands 
explored his upper body I could hear his breathing pattern changing 
and he quietly groaned.   There was a very slight covering of fine 
blond hair between his pecs,  I hadn't noticed that before now,  but it 
felt soft to the touch.    I could feel his heart pounding in his chest 
as my hands and lips moved further down. 
 
I gently stroked his firm flat stomach.   Once again,  there was a 
slight covering of soft blond hair coming to a sort of line down the 
middle,  round his navel and down further.  My tongue found it's way 
into his navel and explored before moving further down.   With my 
hands gently caressing and squeezing his tight arse,  my tongue was 
gently tracing the line of hair down from his navel until it 
disappeared under the waist band of his trousers.    I could see a 
huge,  pulsating bulge showing in his uniform trousers and I very 
gently grabbed it with my teeth,  enjoying the warm feeling and the 
faint smell of dick coming from within.   There was a sharp intake of 
breath and I could feel it jump. 
 
My hands worked their way round from his arse to his thighs and I 
gently squeezed and teased his throbbing dick through his trousers 
before slowly working my way back up again until our lips finally met 
again.   After more kissing,  he once again copied what I had done.   
The feeling of his hot breath on my chest and his tongue darting over 
my hard nipples was amazing.   
 
By now,  even I was beginning to get impatient and desperately wanted 
to feel that hard dick of his.    My hands rubbed and squeezed his 
dick before starting to unfasten the top button of his trousers.   He 
had already unbuckled my belt and was struggling to unbutton my 
jeans.    As I lowered the zipper and eased his trousers down over his 
arse,  my jeans dropped to the floor. 
 
We both kicked off our shoes,  and our bodies met again;  enjoying 
the warm feeling as we held each other with our dicks straining in our 
underwear pressed against each other.    His hands massaged my arse 
through the thin material of my boxers and I moved away slightly to 
look at his bulge.   His hard  dick was making a huge tent in his 
white jockeys.   I didn't much like wearing jockeys myself,  I preferred 
boxers,  but I certainly did like seeing them on other guys,  
particularly when they were filled with young,  long and hard dick like 
this pair was. 
 
He was so hard it was sticking right out,  pulling the waistband nearly 
two inches from his stomach and allowing a small wisp of pubic hair 
to show.    Where the end of his dick was straining the material,  
there was a very large damp patch  where he was leaking pre-cum.    
My dick was also rock hard and sticking right out straining the 
material of my boxers.   Like him,  a very large wet patch had 
developed and the material had become almost transparent so that 
the end of my helmet where the skin had retracted slightly was 
clearly visible.    He very lightly stroked my hardon through the 
material and teased my helmet by rubbing his finger over the wet 
patch.   This prompted more and more pre-cum to leak out making 
the damp patch even bigger. 
 
I decided that it was time to taste his hard dick and kneeling down in 
front of him I began to fondle the long hard dick that was desperately 
trying to poke it's way through his jockeys.   The patch of pre-cum 
grew as more soaked into the already sodden material.   My tongue 
licked the patch,   tasting the slightly sweet taste of his juice and 
making him squirm as it pressed against the sensitive end of his dick.   
Taking hold of the sides of his jockeys,  I carefully eased them down 
over his rampant tool releasing it from it's former prison. 
 
Much like he would spring to attention when an officer approached,  
his dick jumped straight up and slapped against his flat stomach 
leaving a small string of pre-cum dripping of the end of it.   While 
gently caressing his arse,  I buried my face in his crotch inhaling the 
musky smell of young well lubricated dick just crying out to be 
milked.   Those large cum filled balls hanging low between his legs 
ready and waiting to discharge their hot sticky load at the slightest 
provocation.   I licked his sac taking one of his balls gently into my 
mouth and sucking on it.   There was a small amount of hair 
underneath his sac leading between his legs to the crack of his arse 
and my hands noted the very soft almost downy covering of hair over 
his firm cheeks before finding the entrance to the hole hidden deep 
between them.   His dick jumped and twitched wildly as I massaged 
the sensitive area around it while continuing to lick his balls. 
 
With my tongue working it's way up the seven inch pole standing 
vertically in front of me,  I admired the dark pubic hair that 
surrounded it.   The string of pre-cum hanging from the end of his 
dick had lengthened and I sucked it into my mouth.   His foreskin was 
slightly retracted and there was a large droplet of pre-cum oozing 
from the slit in the end of his swollen helmet.   My tongue soon found 
it.  It tasted so sweet as I licked his sensitive helmet and tried to 
work my tongue under the skin making his dick jump around even 
more. 
 
I stood up again leaving his dick twitching and begging for more.  His 
hands quickly found their way inside my boxers and began squeezing 
my dick.   Soon,  the boxers were being eased down and he sank to 
his knees taking my partly exposed helmet in his warm mouth.   Like 
before,   his tongue expertly flicked over the end of my dick tasting 
the juice that was oozing from it whilst rolling my balls his hands.    I 
reached down,  stroked his head and shoulders before encouraging 
him to stand up again.   Our bodies met again and this time our hard 
dicks rubbed each other as we kissed,  the taste of my juice still on 
his lips.   Taking his hand,  I led him over to the large bed and he lay 
down with his dick still straining for attention. 
 
Climbing over him,  our dicks entwined again as I lowered my body 
onto his feeling the warmth  of his taught body against me.   Our 
dicks were both oozing pre-cum as they rubbed against each other 
leaving a slippery patch on our stomachs.    The additional lubrication 
between our bodies made the sensation even better as I bucked my 
hips and rubbed my dick against him as we kissed again.   His hard 
dick was also rubbing against me,  retracting the 'skin still further 
and releasing more of his juice.   His arms wrapped tightly round me 
as we lay there rubbing against each other for a while before he 
pushed me off onto my back and his mouth went for my dick. 
 
He was kneeling beside me with his tongue assaulting the end of my 
dick again as the involuntary movement of my body pushed it further 
into his mouth.   Taking hold of his leg,  I moved it over me so that 
he was now kneeling with one leg either side of my body and his head 
bobbed up and down as he slowly sucked the full length of my dick.   
His hard dick,  still dripping pre-cum was directly above me sticking 
out of that neat bush of curly hair he had in his crotch.    With my 
hands wrapped round his arse,  I pulled myself towards it eager to 
sample the juice once again.   I felt his body twitch as I licked it off 
teasing his partly exposed helmet with my tongue as he sucked deeply 
on my own dick. 
 
Pulling his arse cheeks apart slightly revealed his hole surrounded by 
a small amount of hair and my tongue probed against it.    I could 
feel the reaction as he sucked harder on my dick each time my 
tongue touched it.    My hands worked on those large balls dangling 
above me before pulling his dick downwards slightly and gently 
sucking on the now fully exposed helmet.   Once again,  I felt his body 
squirm as my tongue flicked over it and his head sink even further 
down over my dick.   I wasn't sure if I could hold this out much 
longer because he certainly knew exactly how to handle a dick in his 
warm mouth.   I didn't know anyone who could give me such an 
amazing blow job as he was managing to do again.   My hands were 
still stroking his arse and feeling the heavy balls above me. 
 
I could tell that he was getting close because his ball sac was starting 
to contract towards his body.    He was struggling to breath sucking 
on my dick as I continued to flick my tongue over his and fondle his 
balls as they prepared to unload their creamy hot spunk into my 
mouth.    His body began to shake and his breathing got more erratic 
as the first jet streamed out.  Boy it tasted so good.   I couldn't hold 
on any longer and thrusting my hips off the bed I let go my first 
spurt deep inside his mouth.   He swallowed but continued to suck as 
the next spurt erupted almost simultaneously with his own. 
 
We both must have shot more than half a dozen huge spurts into each 
other as our bodies jerked with the powerful orgasm before it slowly 
subsided.   Knocker climbed off and lay down beside me again.   After 
getting our breath back,  we hugged and kissed again,  wrapping our 
arms round each others hot sweating body. 
 
"That was absolutely amazing,  pity we couldn't have done it like that 
the last time."  he said. 
 
"It sure was but the wait was worth it wasn't it ?"   I replied. 
 
"Hmmm" 
 
We lay there gently stroking and feeling each other just enjoying the 
closeness that had been impossible before now. 
 
"I think I'm going to take a shower."  Knocker said,  getting up and 
kissing me gently on the lips before making his way to the bathroom. 
 
I heard the water running and lay on the bed imagining him in the 
shower.  Hell,  what am I doing just thinking about him when all I 
have to do is get on in there I thought !   As I went into the 
bathroom,  he was standing in the shower with his back to the door 
with the water cascading down over him.   I stepped in behind him 
and wrapped my arms round his waist,  pressing my crotch into his 
arse. 
 
"Hey,  that feels good."  He said. 
 
I felt my dick starting to grow as I held onto him kissing his neck.   
My dick was soon fully hard again as I helped by soaping his chest and 
stomach before my hand found the lengthening dick beginning to 
sprout from between his legs.     He reached behind and moved my 
dick so it was trapped between his legs.   The soap and hot water 
made his body slippery so I began to fuck between his legs while 
slowly stroking his hard dick.    It felt real good as my dick slid in 
and out between his legs pushing against his balls as I thrust forward 
and rubbing against the hairy patch leading to his hole as I pulled 
back.    I'm not into fucking proper but I imagined that this was 
almost as good. 
 
The water hitting the exposed end of his dick when I pulled the 
foreskin back made him shudder and my balls were slapping against 
his firm arse.   Working on his cock with one hand and holding him 
across the chest with other I played with and squeezed his nipple.    
His breathing started to speed up. 
 
"Oh yeah,  I think I'm going to shoot again,  fuck me harder,  harder !" 
 
I was also getting that familiar sensation building up and increased 
the frequency of my thrusts between his legs.  Faster and faster as 
the sensation built up,  my crotch pounding against him sending 
waves of pleasure through me each time my balls slapped against him.   
I tightened my grip on him and squeezed his nipple hard as he 
gyrated in front of me with my dick slamming in and out between my 
legs.  His hands reached behind me and he grabbed hold of my arse,  
almost digging his fingernails into my cheeks. 
 
"I'm going to shoot !"  I almost shouted,  as I thrust hard against his 
arse. 
 
His fingers dug into my arse again and I shot my sticky juice between 
his legs.   It was an incredible mixture of both pain and pleasure.   I 
was still working on his cock while thrusting and shooting again 
between his legs while he roughly grabbed my arse cheeks,  digging in 
his nails.   I could feel the spasms building up in his dick until it 
jumped as he shot his load against the tiled wall and the last few 
spurts dribbled down over my hand.     As our dicks softened after 
their second major eruption within such a short time,  we gently 
stroked and cleaned the cum off our bodies under the refreshing hot 
water.   After drying each other we headed back to the bed and 
climbed in. 
 
With holding each other tightly,  gently caressing,  kissing or generally 
exploring each others body,  it wasn't long before we were both 
starting to get hard again. 
 
"Looks like yours needs some attention again."  I said, squeezing his 
growing hardon, 
 
"Hmmm, but you're not so far behind yourself.   Still,  I suppose we'll 
just have to do something to stop it won't we." he said,  rolling on top 
of me and pinning me to the bed. 
 
"Not much choice is there really ?"  I replied. 
 
"No,  it's a rotten old job but someone's got to do it !"  he said,  with 
that wonderful cheeky grin on his face again. 
 
 
Mike B 
 
Copyright  December 1997 
 
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If there is a moral in this story,  it is simply that life is rarely 
straight forward and not everything goes to plan or turns out the way 
you expected.   Unlike science,  life does not follow well defined rules 
or adhere strictly to predefined formulae.   Keep an open mind and 
assess a situation in the light of reality rather than the darkness of 
expectation.   When opportunity knocks,  find the courage to open the 
door. 
 
Take care and play safe. 
 
Mike  
 
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