At Sea With Carter, Part 1
submitted March 7, 2003
Categories: Military
After Navy boot camp, I was sent to a ship stationed in southern California. Since I wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the cup, I was assigned as an “Officer Quarters Specialist.” Once on board, my supervisor explained my duties. He was a First Class Petty Officer and a lifer. His name was Jim, who barked out my responsibilities:
“OK Carter, here’s what you need to know. First, you will alternate on all three shifts, day, evening, and nights. Day shifts clean all the officer’s individual rooms and baths, change the bed linen, and provide fresh towels. You are also responsible for the cleaning of their uniforms and miscellaneous laundry. You will hustle breakfast and lunch from the galley and serve the officers in their private dining room. There are two shifts for all meals.” Continuing,
“The evening shift serves two shifts of dinner. Most of the officers work the day shift, so your job is to get them anything they ask for. Never ask any questions. Never contradict an officer’s request, no matter how silly it may seem.” Additionally,
“The night shift is simply to have one man on duty to accommodate any request made by an officer, such as fresh towels, books from the library, etc. You are to record in the log all officer requests. Do you understand Carter?”
“Yes Jim, I believe so,” I said, nodding my head.
“And one more thing Carter,” said Jim, “What you see and hear in the officer’s quarters STAYS in the officer’s quarters. Our job is not to gossip or judge. If I hear of one impropriety, you will be put on report. Understood?”
“Got it, Jim,” I said, again nodding my head.
A couple of the other sailors kind of showed me the ropes the first few days on the day shift. It really wasn’t that hard of work, although we were always cleaning something. Floors had to be cleaned, waxed, and buffed daily. Individual showers and toilets were also cleaned daily. These officers had it made in my opinion. Most of them were OK guys. With a group of fifteen officers, you’d be bound to find an exception here and there. Most of them however, kept to themselves and didn’t much bother the enlisted men entrusted to make their lives more pleasant. Actually, I got to thinking about my duties. Basically, I was nothing but a butler in the service of the United States Navy!
I hated the day shift, mainly because of all the work. Two shifts for breakfast and lunch. Cleaning of all the cabins and bathrooms, dry cleaning and laundry too. With only three men on the day shift, we had to hustle all day.
The evening shift was better. Only two shifts for dinner. After clearing the dining room, most of the officers had retired to their cabins, except for those still on duty. Usually after 8 pm, the two of us on duty could play cards or read paperback books. When an officer needed something, he would simply ring a buzzer, which would sound at our small office opposite the entry to the officer’s quarters. The most activity we would get on the evening shift would be some guy wants a cup of coffee or his bunk was not made up satisfactory. On one occasion, an officer balled me out because his underwear was not folded to his liking. Fuck you, I thought.
The night shift was tops, or so I originally thought. Most of the officers were asleep. Several were night owls, but kept to themselves. I could read books or play solitaire, since only one man was assigned to the night shift. I also used the opportunity study for some classes to allow me to advance in the Navy.
I’d been on the ship three weeks when we departed southern California for the Far East. It would be a four-month cruise. Since I’d never been to sea before, it took a while to get my bearings, what with the choppy water and all. You get used to it eventually. One week into the cruise, I was working the night shift, playing solitaire. A buzzer went off a 1 am. It was an Ensign in cabin 5. What the hell would he want at this hour?
I hustled down the corridor to cabin 5 and knocked. “Enter,” said the Ensign.
“Yes Sir,” I said, “How can I help you?” The Ensign was laid out on his bunk, only in his boxers.
“What’s your name, Sailor?” asked the Ensign.
“Carter, Sir,” I replied, “How can I help you?”
The Ensign got up and sat on the side of his bunk. The slit in his boxers opened up slightly, exposing some pubic hair.
“Come here Carter,” said the Ensign, “Stand in front of me.”
“Yes Sir,” I said, moving within several feet of the Ensign. The cabins are very small, so there isn’t much room to move around anyway.
“Carter, you ever sucked another man’s dick?” asked the Ensign.
“No Sir,” I replied, forgetting that I had once sucked my cousin’s dick just for the hell of it.
“It’ll make a true Navy man out of you,” said the Ensign, “On your knees sailor.”
“Yes Sir,” as I dropped to my knees, directly in front of the officer’s crotch. I remembered what my Petty Officer had told me on indoctrination. Basically, “what every they want, do it.”
“Take my boxers off Carter,” ordered the Ensign.
I reached for his waistline to remove his underwear. The Ensign lifted his butt up as I pulled off the garment. Once they were off, the Ensign spread his legs a good three or four foot, exposing himself. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This guy had the smallest dick I’d ever seen. It gave new meaning to the term ‘Winnie’. His balls were about normal however.
The Ensign told me to place my hands behind my back, as he guided my mouth to his manhood. As ordered, I started to suck his pathetic cock, as it started to get hard.
“Suck that dick sailor!” exclaimed the Ensign, “Suck it hard!”
The Ensign was grunting like a fool, continually telling me to “suck it.” Once the Ensign was fully erect, I figured his penis measured about 4 inches, at most. The Ensign was moving my head back and forth, basically directing traffic to his cock. I could feel his dick start to pulsate, figuring he was about to let loose with his load. Hopefully he would have the courtesy to inform me of his intentions. Nevertheless, I prepared myself to accept the forthcoming wad of cum.
“Suck it Carter! I’m about to cum!” said the Ensign in a soft voice, not wanting to alert others in the quarters.
And cum he did. Obviously the man had not masturbated of late, given the amount of fluid, which landed in my mouth, practically choking me. “Keep sucking Carter!” said the Ensign, now breathing somewhat abnormally.
Cum was dripping from my mouth, as the Ensign’s dick quickly returned to its normal small size. My now I had swallowed his load, as the Ensign removed his hands from my head and fell back on the bunk. “Get a towel and clean me up Carter!” directed the Ensign.
I went to his bathroom and retrieved a wet towel. Returning to the cabin, the Ensign ordered me to wipe off his dick and balls. Some cum had found its way into the Ensign’s bush, what little of it there was.
“Now get out of here sailor,” said the Ensign, “and keep your mouth shut!”
Returning to the office, I remembered what Jim had told me about recording in the log any officer activity. Not wanting to lie, I wrote down “1 am, cabin 5, Ensign needed service”. If anyone asked what that meant, then I’d probably have to make up a story of sorts.
Three nights later, the buzzer rang in cabin 5. Jesus, I thought. The Ensign needs another blowjob. Given the fact we were on a four-month cruise, I guess I’d better just resign myself to servicing the Ensign on a regular basis.
I went to the cabin and knocked. “Enter,” said the Ensign, who was sitting completely naked on his bunk. His dick was already hard.
“You know the drill Carter,” said the Ensign, spreading his legs several feet apart. So I sucked his dick for the second time that week. This time however, the Ensign didn’t cum so quickly. I must have worked his dick for at least ten minutes before he deposited his load in my mouth. Actually, it wasn’t much of a load. I cleaned the Ensign up, returned to the office, and recorded the activity, “2 am, cabin 5, Ensign needed service.”
The following week I was on the day shift. Serving breakfast and lunch in the dining room, the Ensign just ignored me…like he’d never even seen me before. I wanted to slit his throat.
Following a week on the day shift, I alternated to the evening shift. The Ensign again hardly acknowledged my presence in the dining room, except for his request for more coffee. I was thinking about dumping the entire pot on his lap, but realized I’d probably be put on report for such an act. Perhaps I could claim it an accident?
The following week I was back on the night shift. I checked the log for the past two weeks to see if there’d been any activity in cabin 5, thinking maybe the Ensign was enlisting some of my colleagues to perform services. If there had been some activity, none had been recorded.
1:30 am and the buzzer rings from cabin 5. Here we go again. I figured if the Ensign hadn’t had his dick sucked for several weeks, he’d be hot to trot by now. Knocked on the door.
“Come in Carter,” said the Ensign, as I entered the cramped quarters. The Ensign was in his boxers.
“Carter, before this cruise is over, I’m going to make you a true Navy man. Now remove your uniform,” ordered the Ensign.
“Excuse me, Sir?” I asked.
“Just get naked, Carter. And hurry up,” said the Ensign.
I started to undress, slowly. The Ensign leaned back on his bunk, apparently enjoying the strip show. Finally I had removed all my clothes, and stood naked before my officer.
“Nice dick, Carter,” said the Ensign. I took it as a complement. “It’s time sailor,” said the Ensign, “for you to be butt fucked! Turn around! On all fours!” My heart jumped into my mouth. The Ensign was going to actually corn hole me?
As I dropped to the floor, I heard the Ensign remove his shorts. He then jammed a cold lubricant of some sorts on my exposed hole. Figuring how tiny the man’s equipment was, I seriously doubted that he could actually penetrate my rectum. I felt his dick slide into my hole. He began darting in and out, hardly moving much past the rim of my anus. I wondered how big of load the Ensign would produce, given the fact he’d probably not had any servicing the past two weeks.
“Yeah, fuck that ass!” the Ensign repeated over and over, “Fuck it!” This was absurd.
Finally the Ensign blew his wad. I could feel his load dripping down my leg. The Ensign collapsed on his bunk, while I remained on the floor afraid to move until ordered to do so.
“Okay Carter, clean me up and get dressed,” said the Ensign, “that’s enough for tonight.”
Every night that week, the Ensign either fucked me in the ass or required a blowjob. And every night, I record the same line, “cabin 5, Ensign needed service.” I thought for sure that Jim would ask me about the log entries, but so far he hadn’t.
On the weekend before I was to start the day shift, I tried to figure out how to either expose the Ensign or at the very least, cease this activity. He had told me that half the ship’s crew was sucking the other half, which I obviously didn’t believe. Oh yeah, some of the guys jacked off in the shower. And yes, there were occasions where two guys would surface from a broom closet, having been in there for fifteen or twenty minutes. But all this was the exception and not the rule.
Finally it occurred to me. I got in touch with one of the guys who worked in the dispensary. “I need some saltpeter,” I said. He asked no questions, and handed over several packets. A lot of the guys took saltpeter to curb their need for sex on the long cruise.
Every day, I would bring the officer’s meals to the small galley off the dining room. After placing the saltpeter in the Ensign’s food, I would make sure that plate got to its rightful owner. For the next two weeks, unbeknownst to the Ensign, he had a regular dose of saltpeter with his meal. I was actually enjoying myself.
Returning to the night shift, it didn’t take long for the buzzer from cabin 5 to ring. This was going to be interesting.
There was the Ensign, sitting naked on the bunk, dick soft as a tissue. “Suck my dick, Carter,” ordered the Ensign.
I knelt on the floor and inserted his limp dick in my mouth and started sucking. Nothing was happening. “Suck it Carter!” said the Ensign, “make it hard!” I continued for several more minutes, but still there wasn’t a hard on in sight. The Ensign was becoming very frustrated.
“What’s wrong with you sailor, make it hard!” shouted the Ensign, forgetting about the thin walls in the quarters.
“Sir, I’m trying,” I replied, temporarily releasing my mouth from his member.
After twenty minutes of attempting to make this man hard, the Ensign finally gave up. “Get out of here Carter!” ordered the Ensign, as he put on his boxers.
Since I was unable to doctor the Ensign’s food that week, I figured the saltpeter would wear off by mid-week. Or would it? I was unsure of how long two-week dosage would last.
The following night, I was once again summoned to cabin 5, in an apparent desperation by the Ensign to get an erection. And once again, the Ensign failed to pop a boner. Now he was outright furious.
It was night three on the shift. Same song, repeat verse. Furious had turned to worry. I also think he might have even been a bit embarrassed. Big time navy officer with a perpetually soft dick! While still in the Ensign’s cabin, a thought occurred to me.
“Sir, perhaps you should be taking some vitamins,” I said.
“Yeah, perhaps. Can you get me some?” he inquired.
“I think so Sir,” I said, “give me until morning.”
I left and hurried across the ship to the dispensary. My friend was on duty.
“I need some Viagra,” I said, “and please don’t ask why.”
There’s a code among enlisted men in the navy. Never ask why when a favor is requested. You might need a similar favor at some later date.
My friend handed me an entire bottle of Viagra. “I need a generic container,” I said, which my friend quickly supplied.
Returning to the office, I filled the container with 30 Viagra capsules. At about 6 am, I went to cabin 5 and gave the Ensign the “vitamins.”
“Sir, the medic says to take four of these right now, and four more at noon. I’ll get you some more as needed,” I said.
Since my shift was over, I returned to my quarters for some shuteye. About 10 am, I awoke to some laugher from some of the other guys.
“What’s going on?” I inquired, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“Hey Carter, you must see this!” said one of my buddies. I jumped from my rack and stuck my head past the door into the corridor. There was the Ensign making rounds with the Captain, of all people. His trousers had a very definite silhouette coming from the crotch area. The Ensign had an erection! And with four Viagra in his system, the likelihood of him remaining hard was fairly certain.
I later heard from the day shift that the Ensign had sat thru lunch, sporting a tent like structure in his pants. After lunch, the Ensign tracked me down, just outside the cafeteria.
“Carter, you gotta help me!” said the Ensign, “I gotta get rid of this woody.”
“My I suggest you take four or five more vitamins, several times a day? I’m sure that will help Sir,” I said, excusing myself.
Later I learned the Captain had confined the Ensign to quarters, ordering him to “control himself.” I made sure the Ensign had periodic refills of the vitamins. It took the Ensign a full week to run out of pills, all the while retaining his erection. I guess he was so dumb not to figure out the vitamins weren’t helping.
After the Ensign had fully recovered, he was the laughing stock of the men. I figured he’d never want another hard on in his life, for fear it would never subside.
The next time I had the night shift, the buzzer from cabin 5 was silent. At about 4 am, I decided to shut the office door and jack off. I dropped my pants and boxers, sat down in the chair, and put my legs up on the desk. I slowly started pleasuring myself, moving my hand up and down my elongated shaft. Actually the Ensign was right … I did have a nice dick. Because I had been celibate for several weeks, I figured it wouldn’t take long to pop a nut.
After about five minutes of eternal bliss, I could feel the pressure building in my balls. It wouldn’t be long now. Yeah, I was about thirty seconds away. Suddenly, the door opened. It was the Lieutenant! I jumped to my feet and snapped to attention facing the Lieutenant, pants and boxers falling to my ankles. My trembling body was facing the Lieutenant, erect dick pointed directly at him. Before either my intruder or myself could say anything, a stream of cum came flying from my dick, possibly at the speed of sound. It landed on the Lieutenant’s uniform, smack dab in the general area of his crotch. It was safe to presume I was in some deep shit.
To be continued …