“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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After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by
“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,
To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call
Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a
Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled
Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks
Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I
Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the
Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was
After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their
Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He
Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.
When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.
The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d
The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a
It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with
Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every
Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also
Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.
Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth
The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.
The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some
After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which
This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He
This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only
This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”
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