I survived. When it would be all said and done, and we'd pull back into homeport, it would be 272 days of deployment, a little over nine months of being away from loved ones, and the normalcy of America.
"Great job, Sailor," said Tannebaum, as he emailed me two weeks before we'd pull into homeport. "I've been keeping tabs on you. You've done excellent as I see you've acclimated nicely. Just wish I was there to see you during your.....'breakthrough.' Is Ed being good to you? What about Jose? Teaching you any new tricks?"
I smiled, for I'd become the trick. That day, when the two of them broke me in, was the beginning of a different monster as now, I couldn't get enough cock.
"They certainly introduced me to new heights," I told him.
"I'll bet they did. My young buck, now you're open like a 7-11. I love it. Maybe one day, when you're putting on rank, you and I could celebrate, and I further "guide you" on your "progression," he added.
I was squirming in my seat. He started all this, and though he left the way he did, if he was to come into my presence where we could be behind closed doors, I'd thank him properly by dropping to my knees and putting that meat in my mouth. It was only right.
"Keep being the good Sailor you are, in all facets. I'll certainly be in touch, and maybe even be at the pier when you guys pull in," he messaged last.
I was surely hard and dripping, thinking of the possibilities. After reading the message twice, the office phone rang.
"Seaman Martinez. Good evening. Can you stop past my stateroom real quick? It's important," said the skipper.
Captain Gerard, our commanding officer, usually called the office when he needed things from the yeomen, to include running correspondence to a part of the ship, or passing some sort of message. I got up, and headed that way, knocking on his door, as his stateroom was maybe a level above us, and just a few paces.
"Hey there, Seaman Martinez," he said. "Can you take this envelope to the engineering department for me? I'd really appreciate it. Seaman Martinez?"
I was stuck on him looking different out of uniform, as his hair appeared to be wet from a shower, and I noticed his chest pubes being exposed from his robe not being completely closed. He caught me staring.
"Yes sir, I'll take care of that right away," I told him.
He winked, smiled, then I walked away as he shut the door, with me not being able to unsee what I just saw. The skipper, a pilot who was maybe six feet tall, and 175 to 180 lbs., was a hunk in the flesh, as never before did I give him a second look until now. I did as requested in dropping off the envelope, then returned to the office, playing video games when our j-dial rung again.
"Good evening, Admin, Seaman Martinez speaking, how can I help you sir or ma'am," I said.
"I know how you can help me. I forgot to tell you something, but I need to see you in person, I don't feel comfortable speaking over the phone."
It was the skipper. I dropped the phone and ran without hesitation, as if it was a fire drill. I knocked on his stateroom door again, only for it to be cracked slightly for me to enter.
"Come in," he said.
His desk light was on, as was his mounted 65 inch television, it's reflection bouncing off his naked body, as well as Ed's, as the two of them were laying in the skipper's bunk.
"Martinez, or Cameron, come lie down with the skipper," Ed said.
He never called me by my first name.
Ed got up, his nude, muscular silhouette one to drool over, while I laid directly beside the hairy hunk of the skipper on the mattress.
"Bet you never thought you'd be here, huh Cameron," he asked me. "I've had my eye on you since indoc. Kid, you're something else."
That was a long time, over a year, that the skipper, of all people, was checking me out over at least 5,000 people. We began kissing, with the skipper rolling on top of me, inserting his warm, slender body between my knees. Our hands clasped, as our tongues raged on each other, our body heat exchanged in the process.
"I've heard a lot about you, and well, I had to see for myself," he said. "Oh, and behind closed doors, it's Terry, or sir."
"Yes sir," I said, as I didn't feel comfortable in calling our commanding officer by his first name, even in this instance.
I felt his middle finger penetrate my hole, while he started kissing, sucking on my neck, getting me all hot and bothered in the process.
"Where's your spot baby? Right here," he asked.
I gasped, as he touched my prostate directly, just rubbing it slightly to get me going.
"That's his spot, sir, look at his face," Ed said. "He loves his hole being played with like that."
"Well imagine when I stick this fat, white cock in that twat of his, how good it's gonna feel. What you say, boy, you want some big, white captain cock," skipper asked.
I was tantalized by the words he was speaking, and the way he was rubbing my nipples, circling them with both of his pointer fingers, having my ass lips quiver. Getting fucked by the skipper seemed to be a different type of privilege, a double edged sword of sorts as not only was he the man in charge of the ship (added perks involved, perhaps), he was sexy as fuck.
"You're not answering quick enough for me, so let me convince you," he said.
