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Tuna of the Sea (mm)
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Tuna Of The Sea
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By Matt Dawnstar
Uploaded to RISQILLY BBS,
Hartford, CT
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He was new to the submarine. His name was Mark and he was
only nineteen. He stood about 5'7", dark brown hair, piercing
green eyes and no facial hair. Not even any peach fuzz.
Adonis? Yes, that would fit. He was surely my idea of an
adonis. And to top it off, his basket was the biggest one on the
boat. It was blazingly obvious that this kid was hung like no
one I'd ever met.
Oh, me....I'm Wayne. I was twenty-six at the time. This
was nineteen eighty-two. It doesn't matter the precise date,
even if I could remember it. Days and dates have no real meaning
on board a fleet ballistic submarine. All you care about is that
you are going to be cut off from the outside world for 75 days.
So you start at 75 and count backwards.
I have red hair, stand six feet tall, am slender and in
pretty good shape. I have always kept myself clean shaven and
then was no different.
Anyway....back to what I was getting to.
I could never get enough of him, Mark. When he walked into
a room, nothing else mattered to me. I would discreetly follow
all his movements.
He seemed always happy and more than just a bit naive. He
reminded me of the classic description of the proverbial farm-
boy. Oh how I wanted to educate him to the real world.
Now mind you, sex between the guys on board did not run
rampant. You never heard of it, in fact. But I knew a few of
the guys that managed to get away from the rest of the crew from
time to time and get it on. And I was one of those. But we
never advertised the fact. The Navy did more than just frown on
that sort of activity.
Being one of the senior men on board I had little time for
such activities. I'd been on this submarine for four and a half
years, longer than anyone else presently on board. So there was
much expected of me. Most of that something involved time. Time
teaching the younger men what I knew of our boat.
But every so often I would get enough spare time to go do
some laundry. Normally, one of the seamen would do my laundry,
but every once in a while I just wanted to do it myself. Besides,
the laundry room was a nice place to escape from the rest of the
hassles of my job, if only for a little while.
There was finally one of those times in my day when I had
time for laundry. I was looking forward to sitting in the
laundry room just listening to the machines run, my eyes closed
and my mind wandering.
When I arrived, the light was on. I could see it outlining
the closed door.
"Oh shit," I thought. "Well, maybe they're almost done and
I can still have my time."
So I cracked open the door just a bit to see who was in
there. And who should it be but Mark. And what was he doing....
Jacking Off.
"Alright!" I thought. "Now don't waste this opportunity."
He hadn't heard the door open over the noise of the
machines. His back was to the door, but there was no mistaking
the motion of this hand and arm.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and closed it behind
me.
"Ahem!"
Mark nearly killed himself spinning around in that small
space. He'd been so startled that he hadn't even thought to put
his cock back in his pants. So there he stood, cock pointing at
me, and the most horrified look on his face.
I guess I should explain that the laundry room was really
only big enough for two people to be in. It was five feet wide
and the aisle was maybe three and half or four feet. So there
wasn't really any place for him to go. Besides, I was blocking
the door.
"Don't stop on my account."
His mouth was moving but there were no words coming out.
I took this time to really look at this farm boy. Besides
having his pants open and cock hanging out, he was shirtless.
And being shirtless I got my first look at his chest. It was
beautiful. Smooth, hairless, with two luscious pink nipples. To
say Mark was fair skinned would have been an understatement. But
he was just what I wanted.
Now I have seen large cocks in my time, but never one like
this. I had dreamt of his cock for a long time. But my dreams
didn't even come close to the reality. It pointed a good ten
inches in my direction and was the thickest cock ever, at least
two inches.
Mark finally found his voice.
"What are you going to do? You going to tell everyone that
you caught me jacking off?"
"Hell no, Mark. Everyone on board does that."
This surprised him. "Really?"
"Sure! They just don't generally get caught in the act." I
smiled. "Besides, if I told everyone, you'd get a line a mile
long outside this door to get a look at that weapon."
Mark blushed at this.
"May I ask you a personal question?" I asked.
"I guess." How could he refuse.
"You ever let someone help you with that?"
This was not at all what he had expected.
"Do you have the girls lined up to get a piece of you?"
Still no response. In fact he was blushing even more than
before. He finally shook his head in answer, evidently not
trusting his voice.
"You've never had sex with anyone?" I asked calmly.
"Uh, uh. Didn't want to get laugh out of school or beat up
by the guys."
"You don't find girls interesting and you haven't dared to
ask the guys. Sounds like you have had it rough. Tell you what,
if you are still interested I'd be more than just a little
willing to help you out and show you what it's like to have sex
with a man."
Mark's eyes widened. But I could see that he was still
unsure.
"Mark, let me let you in on a little secret. I'm gay."
He stood for a few moments absorbing this little bit of
information. It was always like that with me. I was a very
straight acting gay and people found it more than just a little
hard to believe that I was gay. Of course many gays don't fit
the stereotype.
Mark finally nodded his willingness.
"Let's start out easy with this. First of all we probably
should find someplace a little safer for this. Get yourself put
back together and we'll go back to the logroom. We'll be less
likely to get caught."
Actually, Bud was on watch in the area where the logroom was
and he was one of my regular patrol lovers. So I wasn't worried.
All I'd have to do was let him know what I was up to and he'd
keep a watch for trouble.
The logroom was where the most current manuals were stored
and where I did a lot of my work since it was my job to make sure
that all the manuals in Engineering were kept up. So this was my
office and I had one of only three keys on board.
Mark did seem a bit more relaxed once we got to the logroom
and I locked the door.
I stepped up to Mark and placed my hands gently on his
shoulders.
"I know you're nervous, so we'll start out slowly. You've
never touched another man before, so let's start with that. Go
ahead and put your hand on my crotch."
He was hesitant but he did as I said.
"Now that wasn't so hard." His touch was light, and it
thrilled me. He cupped my crotch in his right hand while I
rubbed his shoulders. "Now rub it gently."
He did and I could see that his interest grew as my cock
began to swell.
"I'll just stand here. You decide when you're ready for a
look at my cock and then go ahead and take it out."
The more my cock grew, the more excited he got. He started
breathing deeply. But he hadn't looked at my crotch as yet.
After about two minutes of this he finally looked long and
hard at the bulge that had developed in my pants. As he looked I
noticed that his other hand was slowly moving toward my pants.
He struggled a bit with the belt, but finally unfastened it.
Then it was a simple matter for him to unbutton and unzip my
pants. My pants fell easily to the floor leaving me standing
there in my jockey shorts.
Mark again cupped my cock and balls in his right hand and
started massaging them. His touch was gentle. Some guys get
carried away their first time out and grope too rough. But not
Mark. It was almost like he was worshiping my tool.
It didn't take long for him to reach up and pull down my
jockeys. My cock was so hard that once released from its prison,
it slapped against my stomach and then settled out, pointing
directly at Mark's massive bulge.
Mark hesitated, his hand a mere inch from my throbbing cock.
He looked into my eyes, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Really, it's alright. I want you to touch me." He just
needed encouragement and to know that I thought it was OK for him
to be doing this.
He closed that small distance and wrapped his hand around my
rock hard seven inches. Oh his hand was soft and his touch
feather light. I sighed as he began slowly stroking me.
"Now I'm going to touch you, the same thing you've just done
to me."
I mimicked his actions precisely. My first touch of his
crotch caused my cock to jump. I wanted to rip the clothes off
his body. But I proceeded slowly, allowing him the time to get
used to these new sensations.
I took about three minutes before I had his cock in my hand.
Never had I experienced such lust before. His tool was throbbing
and he was moaning. I had to have this boy now.
I had Mark step into one corner of the small room while I
reached under the counter and pulled out a mattress I kept there
for just such occasions. I spread it out on the floor, it was a
perfect fit, and had Mark kneel on it.
I knelt in front of him after removing the remainder of my
clothing and began to remove his shirt and T-shirt.
As much as I wanted him, I still didn't want to scare him
off by moving faster than he was ready. We had to live together
on this submarine for a couple more months and I did not want him
to fear my presence.
"What's next, Mark?"
He looked at me rather sheepishly. "May....may I....suck
it?"
"Oh yes. Please."
I sat down in front of him and he leaned over and slowly
took my cock in his mouth. Again, he was gentle. Such soft
lips. He was particularly careful not to scrape his teeth on my
shaft, something I figured I'd have to warn him of.
My legs on either side of his body and leaning on my hands I
watched that dark brown hair bob up and down on my cock.
"Mmmmmm. That feels great, Mark. I think you and I are
going to be good friends."
This encouraged him and his pace stepped up a bit.
I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let the feelings
overcome me. My lust had so overtaken me that it took no time at
all for me reach the explosion point.
"I'm going to cum," I whispered. I wanted him to have the
chance to take his mouth away if he didn't want to swallow my
cum.
But he was a game kid. He started fucking my cock even
faster. I took only seconds and I was pumping cum down that
young virgin throat. He didn't get it all, but he got most of it
down. He next began to clean up the small mess that had col-
lected on my balls and at the base of my cock. Then he took my
cock back into his mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.
This felt so good that I almost immediately got another
hard-on. He seemed to be unwilling to let it go, too.
"Wait, Mark," I said gently, slowly pulling his mouth off my
cock. "I'd like to show you how much I enjoyed that. May I suck
your cock now?"
Mark seemed embarrassed as he looked down between his legs.
Following his gaze I was amazed. So enthralled by what he was
doing to me I had been unaware that he had cum too. A huge
puddle of the creamy white substance lay there between my legs
right where my balls hung lowest.
"It just happened," he whispered.
I reached into the puddle and scooped most of it into my
hand and placed that hand to my mouth and licked up his juices.
"Mmmmmmmmm. That's good."
Mark was somewhat surprised by this action, but still
managed a small smile.
"I bet you can do that again, though," I said as I gently
pushed him into a laying position.
"Really?"
"Let's try."
I knelt there between his legs and admired the limp machin-
ery that nature had seen fit to bestow on this boy. It looked
like a virgin cock, if that is possible. It seemed so soft and
tender, I mean more than just being your average soft cock.
I placed my hands on his legs just above the knees and began
massaging him, moving ever so closer to that cock with each
upward stroke. Then, without touching his crotch, I moved up to
his hips, then his stomach and finally spent some quality time
massaging the nipples on his hairless chest. His skin was so
soft and excited me so that I could feel myself building toward
another blast.
"Ahhhhhhhh."
He liked that a lot. I looked down and watched as that cock
of his rapidly grew in size as my efforts at stimulating him paid
off.
Seeing that he was enjoying this, I leaned over and gently
sucked on each nipple.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm."
Not able to stand the suspense any longer, I moved down and
put the head of his now fully erect cock in my mouth and began
running my tongue over every inch of that magnificent mushroom,
occasionally sticking my tongue in the piss slit. Then I slowly
worked my way down until that entire rod was in my mouth and down
my throat.
What surprised me most about this was that I was able to
take that entire ten inches with no effort what so ever. And it
tasted as soft as it looked.
I pumped his cock a couple of times then moved down and
sucked on each of his balls. They were as equally magnificent as
his cock. Large, round, nearly hairless. I sucked each one into
my mouth and gently massaged them with my tongue.
Mark was beginning to squirm a bit, enjoying these new
sensations.
I decided that Mark was so into this that I could move even
further and show him yet one more erotic zone that he probably
never knew he had. So I moved a little lower and began licking
that area just below his balls.
I spread his ass cheeks next and moved closer and closer
until finally my tongue was massaging his cute little pucker.
This drove Mark into new waves of motion as he moaned and groaned
and pushed his ass into my face.
I worked this moment for everything I could get, licking
around and over that hole and finally pushing my tongue into that
orifice.
I looked up and saw that his cock was pulsing wildly and I
knew that he was very near to cumming. So I quickly sucked on my
middle finger until it was good and wet and then slowly pene-
trated his virgin ass.
"I'm gonna cum, Wayne," he whispered through gritted teeth.
"I know."
I took his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face
with it. My free hand reached up and toyed with his nipples.
His body was wild with motion.
Then, with sudden finality, his body stiffened, his cock
grew to new sizes and he began to pump his love juices down my
throat. At that same moment I started cumming all over the
mattress.
And what a load. It was as if he'd never cum before in his
life and his body had gallons of the creamy white milk to give
me. He pumped, I sucked, his ass squeezed my finger. His hips
gave one giant heave upward. I swallowed as fast as I could and
was just barely able to keep up with his release.
When he had finally stopped cumming, I sucked on that tool
until he had gone completely soft and was as squeaky clean as it
had ever been.
Mark was breathing deeply, eyes closed, spent. I got up and
lay next to him on the mattress, our faces nearly touching.
"Thank you, Mark."
His eyes opened, those gorgeous green eyes smiling. "For
what?"
"For letting me be your first. That is a privilege I will
not forget."
"Is it always that good?"
I hesitated. "Well, it can be. Some guys don't do all the
things I like. Choose your partners carefully though and it can
be just as good as this was."
Mark was positively glowing. He couldn't stop smiling.
I leaned over and stopped the smile by kissing him. His
body tensed slightly, not having expected this. But as I got
more passionate with the kiss, he relaxed and pressed closer.
Ours lips and tongues mingled, our bodies massaging each other.
We kissed for nearly five minutes then got dressed, straigh-
tened up. I then went to my bunk and Mark relaxed before having
to go on watch.
Later that day, I managed to persuade his Chief that he
needed to change the watchbill because I was helping Mark with
his qualifications and we needed to be on the same schedule.
Needless to say, Mark and I studied much more than qualifi-
cations.
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