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At Sea With Carter, Part 2

By blindside

submitted March 7, 2003

Categories: Military

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When we last left Carter, the Lieutenant had caught him masturbating in the small office outside the Officer Quarters. As Carter jumped to his feet and snapped to attention with his throbbing dick aimed directly at his intruder, he instantly shot his load, which landed on the Lieutenant’s uniform smack dab in the general area of his crotch. We now continue with our story …

“You bastard!” shouted the Lieutenant, “Compose yourself and report to my cabin! On the double!”

This was not good! I quickly pulled my boxers and pants up, not bothering to wipe off my dick. Figuring I was in deep trouble, I took my time arriving at cabin 7, where the Lieutenant resided. I knocked.

“Enter!” shouted the Lieutenant.

I opened the door, only to find the Lieutenant stripping off his uniform and throwing it on the deck.

“Get this uniform to the cleaners Carter!” shouted the Lieutenant, “and make sure I get it back within 24 hours! And another thing sailor, you need to think about your punishment, which will take place tomorrow on the night shift. Now get the fuck out of here!”

I hurriedly left cabin 7, hustling down to the ship’s laundry with the stained uniform. Upon arriving, I pointed out the stain to the man on duty begging him for a quick turnaround.

“Oh, I see the Lieutenant creamed in his pants!” said my shipmate, laughing at the uniform.

“Well, who knows?” I replied, “We’re not suppose to ask questions.

Upon completion of my shift, I returned to my bunk only to toss and turn. I wondered what my punishment would be. Maybe 10 or 20 pushups, or something stupid like that. I wouldn’t expect the Lieutenant to make such a big deal out of jacking off. Besides, everyone did it. He was however, very pissed about his uniform. In the meantime, word had circulated throughout the ship that the Lieutenant had creamed in his pants. Hopefully that rumor would not surface in the officer ranks.

I picked up the uniform on the way to the night shift. About 2 am a buzzer rang in the office. It was the Lieutenant in cabin 7. “Might as well get his shit over with,” I said out loud to myself.

I knocked, holding the freshly cleaned and pressed uniform.

“Enter,” said the Lieutenant. He was sitting on his bunk, only in boxers.

“Sir, I have your uniform and I want to apologize for last night. I am truly sorry,” I said, attempting to be sincere.

“Hang it up Carter,” ordered the Lieutenant. I quickly complied.

“Carter,” said the Lieutenant, “You’re in big trouble. What do you think your punishment should be?”

“Ah, maybe 10 pushups,” I replied, thinking he’d make me do 20.

“How ‘bout you suck my dick!” retorted the Lieutenant, as he ripped off his boxers, stood up, and ordered me on my knees.

Before I even knew it, the Lieutenant had shoved his enormous dick in my mouth, commanding me to suck it. Unlike the Ensign, the Lieutenant had a massive penis. By the time the Lieutenant became fully erect, I’m guessing his dick must have been 9 inches long. I couldn’t even calculate how thick it must have been. And the veins! All red and practically bursting out from the shaft.

“Suck that dick Carter!” shouted the Lieutenant, obviously enjoying giving me my punishment.

The Lieutenant came right away, practically choking me with his load. It was dripping all over my chin. The Lieutenant gave one final push into my mouth with his now limp dick, ordering me to suck him dry. Finally he released his manhood from my mouth.

“Now get the fuck out of here!” said the Lieutenant, “And don’t for one minute think you’re punishment is over!”

I quickly returned to the office, wanting no part of the Lieutenant. It’s one thing to suck a Winnie like the Ensign and quite another to suck a dick the size of a 16 oz. Beer bottle.

The following night, I learned the Lieutenant was on duty, so at least I was able to relax knowing any punishment would be deferred to a later date. By Friday night, I hadn’t heard from the Lieutenant thinking that perhaps he’d forgotten all about “phase 2” of my punishment. Not so fast, Carter. The buzzer rang from cabin 7 at 4 am.

I knocked and entered. The Lieutenant was leaning up against the bulkhead … naked! And with a massive hard on! “Shut the damn door and get in here sailor!” said the Lieutenant, someone agitated.

“Do you want me to suck your dick Sir,” I inquired, figuring he needed service again.

“No Carter, I want you to get naked so I can fuck you in the ass!” replied the Lieutenant.

God, I wasn’t sure my hole would take that monster. He would easily rearrange my plumbing with that weapon. Nevertheless, I undressed before the Lieutenant knowing full well what was about to happen.

“Now get on the floor … on all fours!” order the Lieutenant, as he mounted me from behind and shoved his dick into my hole. I thought I would jump out of my skin. The pain was awful, as the Lieutenant guided his dick in what seemed the length of a football field. Every thrust was deeper than the last.

“Sir! You’re hurting me! I can’t take it anymore!” I pleaded with the Lieutenant.

“Shut the fuck up Carter. Take it like a man!” retorted the officer.

After what seemed an eternity, the Lieutenant’s body started to tremble. I could actually feel the veins on this dick riding up and down my now expanded hole. Finally, with one massive thrust, the Lieutenant shot his load. It was massive. I could feel the warm liquid draining from my violated hole. Finally he pulled out and flopped down on his bunk. I didn’t move for fear of additional reprisal.

“Now get dressed and leave! On the double!” said the Lieutenant. Naturally it didn’t take long to get the fuck out of there. Before leaving however, the Lieutenant said what a nice dick I had.

My punishment was never ending. The Lieutenant considered me his personal cocksucker. Several times a week, even during the day and evening shift, the Lieutenant would either make me suck his dick or ram his tool up my butt. Unlike the Ensign, I didn’t think I could pull the old vitamin trick. Frankly, I racked my brain trying to think of something to embarrass the Lieutenant. It would soon become unnecessary.

It was the night shift again. The ship would be docking at Honolulu in several hours. The entire crew was excited about the prospect of walking on land. I figured the Lieutenant would want one last suck prior to arriving in port, but his buzzer was silent.

Minding my own business, it was about 4 am. Suddenly the Captain was at the office door. I bolted to attention. “Yes Captain! How can I help you?” I asked very professionally.

“I need to see the Lieutenant. Grab the key to his cabin and take me there!” barked the Captain. He was a young guy on his first ship command, or so the story went.

I took the key for cabin 7 and briskly walked out the door. “Follow me, Sir,” I said.

We arrived at cabin 7. I inserted the key in the lock and knocked lightly and opened the door, thinking the Lieutenant would be asleep. Horror overcame both the Captain and myself. There was the Lieutenant butt fucking the Ensign! The Lieutenant immediately withdrew his still hard dick, and both he and the Ensign snapped to attention.

“Jesus!” shouted the Captain, “What in the fuck are you two doing?” There was not a response. The Captain continued. “Both of you report to my office, AS YOU ARE!”

The Captain stormed out of cabin 7, with the Lieutenant and Ensign right behind him, hard dicks and all. Half way to the Captain’s quarters, the Lieutenant blew his load, soiling my otherwise clean floor. The two men entered cabin 1, and the Captain slammed the door. I kind of hung around, trying to listen. There were muffled voices. Finally, I parked myself against the wall, waiting for the two offenders to exit the Captain’s quarters.

After about five minutes, the Lieutenant and Ensign exited the Captain’s cabin. Both had lost their erection. As they passed me in the hall, I could not resist.

“Nice dicks, Sirs!” I said in a sarcastic tone. Both gave me an evil stare.

Upon arrival in Honolulu, the Ensign and Lieutenant were the first off the ship. Seems the Captain had revoked their commission for bad behavior. The two walked down the gangplank, hauling their sea bags with them. Of course, word had spread on the ship about the goings on in cabin 7--not that other people weren’t probably doing the same thing.

After several days in port, we pulled anchor and headed to Tokyo. Two new officers came aboard and settled in cabins 5 and 7. They seemed OK, but you never know. Once again, I had the night shift. With the departure of the Lieutenant and Ensign, perhaps I could actually read a book or two. It was about 2 am. The buzzer went off. My God, it was the Captain! The Captain has never buzzed! I immediately threw my book down and headed to cabin 1.

I knocked, and the Captain said, “Enter.” Cabin 1 was larger than the others, for obvious reasons. The Captain was leaning up against his desk, facing the door.

“Yes Sir! How can I help you Captain?” I said in my most crisp military voice.

“Carter, I like the way you work around here!” said the Captain, “And for that reason, I am promoting you to my personal assistant, exclusively on the night shift.”

“Yes Sir Captain!” I said, enthusiastically, “And what would my duties be Sir?”

The Captain removed his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor together with his boxers. My God, he had an erection! His penis was actually bigger than the Lieutenant’s!

“Does this give you a clue sailor?” asked the Captain …

The ends the two part episode “At Sea with Carter.” I trust you enjoyed the story.


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