Date: 28 Sep 2002 12:50:49 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Charles (Beginnings & Military M/M)

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                                 Charles
                                   By
                                  Dave


	I feel totally inadequate to write the story of Charles.  He
is my best friend.  His command of the English language is so
much better than my English skills.

	Charles is a Swedish descendant.  His father was an
executive of the Union Pacific Rail Road Company and lived in
San Francisco.  His mother was a surgical nurse in one of the
hospitals in San Francisco.  Charles inherited enough stocks
from his grandfather that he could live comfortably.

	As a child he was sent to the Catholic school at the old
San Francisco Mission. The Dominican teachers taught him
enough Latin to get by.  In the fifties the mass was still in Latin.
He was a good French and English student.  He grew up with a
strong background in the root of the words, and what they mean.
Charles took words at face value.  He didn't understand that
when some people want to be sarcastic, they change the meaning
of a sentence by changing the inflection in their voice.

	Because he was such a studious person, he never
associated with boys his own age.  He had a passion for classic
piano.  Classical music became a life long passion for him.  He
studied piano under one of the finest instructors in the Bay area.

	By the time he was eighteen, he was ready to compete for
one of those piano competitions that could have led to a life of
traveling around the world playing.  His life was so consumed
with music that I failed to even notice that his parents were not
getting along.

	When they told him they were getting a divorce he
actually had a nervous breakdown.  The shock was too much for
him.  In his desire to escape he joined the Navy.

	Because of his medical knowledge he learned from his
mother and the Latin he knew, he was sent to Corpsman "A"
school right out of basic boot camp.  When he finished that
school, the Navy sent him to, of all places, Guam.

	In the late fifties the Island had a small labor force from
the Philippines working there.  The Island had a landing strip for
the transport of supplies to the Island.  The Naval personnel
were there for the most part to listen to radio traffic for the CIA.

	On the eastern side of the Island, they built a tennis court
for the use of the sailors.  But very few sailors play tennis.  The
court was use mostly by homesick swabs to look east and dream
of home.

	The radio operators spent so much time listening to the
click of the Morris Code keys they eventually all the crabs on
the Island were trying to talk to them.

	This is the tropical hellhole the Navy sent Charles.  After
checking in with the base surgeon, he was turned over to Master
Chief Corpsman Broom.  Charles had never met anyone like him
in his life.  He was Navy all the way.  He knew his medicine, but
it was the Navy way or no way.  The Chief was about six-foot
tall with sandy colored hair and blue, gray eyes.  He just looked
like a poster for what a Chief should look like in tropical whites.

	Charles is six-foot one wavy dark hair and blue eyes.  At
eighteen he was the picture of a wide-eyed innocent youth.  He
followed orders to the letter and knew what to do in a hospital.

	The Chief took a liking to Charles right away.  It took
Chuck a while to understand that the Chief was an alcoholic.
But because he had grown up in such a cloistered atmosphere,
which was filled with effeminate men, he had no idea that the
Chief was gay.

	About once a month some poor bastard would crack up
mentally and have to be sent to Hawaii by air transport.  Chuck
would be the guy most likely sent with the percent.  The Chief's
instructions were to buy him five quarts of J&B Black label and
bring it back with him.

	The Navy is pretty liberal about drinking.  All enlisted
men can drink beer off duty, if they are over 18 and hard stuff if
they are rated.  But even a Chief can get in trouble if they
become recognized as alcoholics.  Typical of a true alcoholic he
was in denial.  He hid his drinking from almost everyone.

	Charles was innocent enough not to question the Chief's
orders.  By the time he was escorting mental patients, he had
turned 19.  It was no problem for him to stop by the Navy
exchange and pick up the booze every month for the Chef.  He
just wrapped the bottles up in his clothes so they didn't rattle on
they way back to the Island.

	There came a time when Chuck and the Chief were
standing the mid-watch together in the hospital.  The Chief was
a little drunker than normal.  Chuck was taking inventory of
medical supplies in the cabinets, when the Chief slipped up
behind him and reached around Chuck's body and felt his
nipples through the green hospital scrubs.

	If you know Navy tropical scrubs, they are washed so
much they are thin, even if they are starched.  In the tropical heat
the starch melts fast anyway.  They are like pajamas, in that a
drawstring holds up the pants.  The jumper has a V-neck and one
pocket over the left breast.  Light blue paper bags with
drawstrings cover the shoes too.  Charles had on regulation
boxer underpants on under the scrubs.

	When the Chief pinched his nipples I didn't know what to
do.  He just stood there, smelling the booze on the Chiefs
breathe.  Then the Chief slipped his hand under the jumper and
under the waist of the pants.  Chuck had a hard-on and his dick
was sticking through the opening of the boxers.  The Chief
wrapped his hand around the shaft of Chuck's dick.

	Charles just stood there, froze in his tracks.  He felt the
Chief run his finger over the head of his cock and felt the pre-
cum Chuck was already leaking.  He didn't know what to do
when the Chief turned him around and kissed him on the mouth.
No male had ever kissed him that way before.

	He didn't resist when the Chief pulled the drawstring and
pulled his scrubs down along with his boxers.  The Chief knelt
in front of the youth, and took hold of the shaft of Chuck's dick.
He covered the head with his mouth.  As the Chef swallowed the
head of Chuck's cock, he rested his hand on the lower tummy.
Chuck was so excited by his first blowjob that he shot cum into
the Chief mouth without thinking.  The Chief drank it like a pro.
Then the Chief was finished it was just a simple mater to pull up
the boxers and the scrubs.  No muss no fuss.

	The Chief went back to his desk and took a drink.  It took
Chuck a while to recover.  He didn't know what to say, so he
returned to taking inventory.  When they were relived in the
morning they went to the chow hall for breakfast as normal.

	This time Chuck was lost for words.  He had been a virgin
until then.  He had never given much thought about sex.  His life
had always been music.

	The Chief apologized for his behavior, saying he had been
drunk when he came on shift last night.  Chuck said, I knew you
were drunker than normal, but I had never done that before.  The
Chief got Chuck to tell him all about himself.  He found it
interesting that he had been around all those Dominican presets
and piano teachers and had never been seduced before.  He
promised not to do it again unless Chuck wanted him too.

	It was only another five days before they drew the Mid-
watch again.  It was another warm night Chuck read the nigh
reports and checked on the one airman in the sick bay.  He
crushed his foot under the landing gear of a plane called the mail
code, when the gear collapsed.  The guy would be flown out for
Hawaii in the morning.  He was drugged to help him rest.

	When Chuck returned to his desk, he wrote down the time
he checked the sailor and notations about his condition.  Then
settled back to listen to music on Arm-forces radio.

	The Chief leaned over his desk and asked Chuck if he
wanted another blowjob.  Chuck looked up and didn't know
what to say.  When he didn't respond, the Chief got up and came
around the desks, and knelt in front of Chuck.  The Chief pulled
the drawstring and tugged the front of the scrubs down enough
to pull Chuck's cock out over the top.  While he was holding the
greens down with both hands, he swallowed the stiff cock in
front of him.  It only took a short time for Chuck to cum in the
Chief's mouth.

	The Chief pulled the greens back up in place and returned
to his desk.  This time there was no apology.  The Chief simple
asked Chuck if he enjoyed it.  Chuck blushed, while admitting
that it felt good.  The Chief told Chuck about how he was
brought out when he was a teenager.

	About an hour before anyone would be drifting in early
for the morning muster, the Chief got up again and came around
the desks again.  The Chief pulled Chucks scrubs down again.
He put his hands under Chuck's butt, while he took his time
sucking Chuck off again.  The Chief was in his whites; he pulled
his cock out of them, and masturbated as he sucked Chuck.  He
shot his load into a paper cup and dropped it on the trash, as he
got up.  They were squared away a good half-hour before the
first guy drifted for a cup of coffee before muster.

	This time after breakfast, the Chief in invited Charles to
come back to his quarters.  The Chief assured Chuck that the air
conditioner worked well enough so they could get some sleep.

	When they got to his bungalow, the air had been on all
night and the rooms were almost cold, after being in the humid
heat walking across the Island to the Chiefs quarters.  The Chief
showed Chuck around.  Then he started taking off his uniform.
When he was down to his boxer's he lay on his bed.  He invited
Chuck to join him.

	Chuck pulled the jumper over his head and pulled the
drawstring and let the pants fall.  Chuck sat on the side of the
bunk and took the paper shoe coverings off and took the oxfords
off along with the socks.  Leaving all the clothes on the deck he
turned around to lie next to the Chief.

	The Chief gathered the young sailor up in his arms.  He
started kissing Chuck until Chuck returned the kisses.  Then the
Chief started feeling up the smooth body of Chuck.  When he
started sucking on Chuck's nipples, the youth got a hard-on that
protruded through the fly of the boxers.  The Chief reached for
the circumcised cock and milked it up and down until pre-cum
leaked out and onto his hand.

	The Chief moved his butt up next to Chuck's armpit so
that he could lie over the body of Chuck looking towards his
feet.  He gently lifted the scrotum of Chuck out of from under
the waistband of the boxer underpants, along with his penis.
The Chief opened his mouth and licked the head and shaft of his
young friend.  Then he sucked him until Chuck climaxed in his
mouth.  After sucking all the cum down his throat, he turned
around to kiss Chuck on the mouth again.

	This time Chuck reached for the front of the Chief's boxer
shorts.  The Chief was more than willing and pulled the snaps
hold the underpants closed.  He lifted his ass enough to pull
them down, and tossed them on the deck.  When he lay back
onto the bunk, he crossed his arms behind his head.  Chuck
leaned over the Chief's body, so that he could inspect the cock
of his first lover.

	Chuck had never thought about sucking another man's
cock before.  Chuck used both hands to feel the flesh of the
Chief's cock.  It was about seven inches long and the head was
circumcised.  The forty-year old man's cock had a large piss
hole that was dripping pre-cum in apparition of the
administrations of this youthful sailor.  Chuck was getting
another hard-on smelling the body of the Chief.  He slowly
masturbated the cock with one hand and used the other hand to
roll the testicles between his fingers.  He took his time, working
up the nerve to taste the flesh of the cock in front of his face.

	Chuck finally swallowed, and opened his mouth to cover
the head of the cock.  He started moving his head up and down.
His jaw got tired keeping his mouth open, so he had to stop
several times to let his jaw rest.  When the Chief shot his load of
cum into Chuck's mouth, he almost choked.  He felt like he
needed to brush his teeth afterwards.  But didn't know how to
excuse himself.

	The Chief pulled him back so that they were relining
together again.  The Chief hugged him and kissed him until they
fell asleep.  When they woke up they got dressed and went back
to the mess hall.  That meant they would be working the four-
hour night watch together.

	They changed clothes before reporting to the hospital for
duty.  The airman had been flown off the Island during the day
shift.  So it was quiet.  This time the Chief took Chuck into the
examination room and pulled his scrubs down as he bent him
over the examination table.  The Chief pulled Chucks dick back
wards and sucked on his dick from behind.  Chuck's scrotum
was being squeezed between the chief's mouth and his nose
being stuffed into his asshole.  Chuck was shocked that the
Chief actually started licking his asshole.  He wanted to stop the
Chief from doing that, but he gave up when he felt the tongue
entering his anus.

	The Chief took some KY used for giving rectal exams and
greased up Chuck anus.  When Chuck felt the tube poised at the
opening to his rectum, he tried to stand up.  The Chief just
pushed him back down and drove his stiff cock deep into the
asshole of his new lover.

	Chuck was pinned to the table and when the Chief started
fucking him, Chuck got a hard-on and came all over the vinyl-
padded covering and the side of the lacquered composite table.
When the Chief finished coming in Chuck's asshole, Chuck had
to clean up the mess.  He needed to take a dump to make it
possible for him to clean his ass.

	About an hour before midnight they heard the sound of
"Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop."  They were not sure how many gunshots
they heard.  All they knew was someone was shooting.  It was
not long before the MP's came crashing in the door with a
radioman in handcuffs.  They told the Chief that another one had
gone "Rock Happy".  The Chief opened the drug cabinet and
loaded a hypo.  Before the sailor could protest, the Chief drove
the needle into his ass, right through his dungarees.

	The MP's half drug and pushed him into the padded cell.
They held him until the guy started falling asleep.  They took the
handcuffs off and pushed him into the room and stepped back as
the Chuck locked the door.

	The MP's calmed down, from the adrenaline rush and told
them that the guy was out shooting crabs with a 45.  That
brought laughter all round.  Chuck filled in the medical log and
they kicked back until their relief showed up.

	That meant that Chuck would soon be on his way back to
Hawaii.  That was the pattern of Chuck's life for the next three
years.  When Chuck finished his enlistment he didn't want to go
home and be divided by his parents for his localities.  At the
same time he didn't want to get caught up in double
subscriptions to the San Francisco Philharmonic Orchestra
again.  He figured that Los Angeles was a cultural wasteland, so
he chose to go to the University of California at Los Angeles
(UCLA).  He chose to get a degree in English and French
Literature.

	He found a family that was looking for someone to look
after their mother.  The four children were scattered all over the
US because of their jobs.  Chuck fit the bill with his medical
training.  During the four years he went to UCLA, he became
like a member of the family.

	After he graduated he found a job working for a public
utility.  He became an invaluable employee because he rewrote
all the technical reports for them.  His goal was to work twenty-
five years so that he would get medical coverage.

	It was during his employment at the utility that I met him.
When he first met me I frightened him.  I was the kind of guy
that he thought were brutes.  I had played varsity football for
seven years, as a middle linebacker.  In that time I had gathered
a collection of scars from two broken noses, a tooth knocked
out, seven broken ribs, broken fingers, water on the testicles,
lime burn and torn ligaments in knees and ankles.  When he
heard what I did to my opponents, frightened him.

	When a group of us were having coffee a couple of ex-
ballplayers were talking about past glories.  Some one asked
about my nose.  I told them the second time it was broken
during a game, by a guy that punched me in the face.  They
asked why the mask didn't save my face.  I told them the bars
were pressed against my face until the noise broke.  They asked
what I did.  I told them that when the doctor stuck forceps up my
nose and pulled the nose back in place.  He put a Band-Aid
across my nose.  I went and stood next to the coach, until he
asked if I wanted to play.  I went back into the game.  The next
play when the guy went down to his three-point stance I stood
there.  When the ball was snapped I grabbed him by his
shoulder-pads and pulled him towards me.  When he put his
hand on the ground to catch his weight, I stomped on his arm.
That took that guy out with a broken arm.

	Chuck gave me a wide birth until he found out that I was
only aggressive when it came to sports.  We took a college class
together and became friends and lovers after that.


	The family of the woman he took care of made him a
deal, if he lived with her until she wanted to move back to
Oklahoma, they would buy him a home in the Palos Verde
Estates.  When she went back to live with her sister the home
was his to do as he wished.  When she decided to live with her
sister Chuck had his twenty-five years, vested in his retirement.
He simply turned in his retirement notice and sold the home.

	He moved to Connecticut and bought a house much
bigger than he needed as an investment.  He now has triple
subscriptions to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.  He
spends more time in NYC than he does at home now.


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