It was 1984, I was fresh out of bootcamp and stationed in Long Beach California. I had picked a school to go to, but as circumstances would have it, I got booted from the school and sent directly to the fleet. I was 18 at the time. Slim build, short brown hair and stood about 5”9. I also had an attitude. Not a bad attitude, but I was basically a street smart kid and could see things coming before they did. At least most of the time.
Before bootcamp I had fucked a good many girls maybe 10 or so by then and like all young men, I was constantly horny. I don’t consider myself gay in the least, but I admit that I’ve beat my dick off thinking about being fucked in the ass or fucking another guy before. Then again, I’ve beat off thinking about every kind of scenario you could imagine. Once years ago, I let a boy suck my dick. I was suppose to give him a blow job after I came, but I felt dirty after I blew my load in his mouth and ran away.
Before I came though, I wanted to suck his dick and I wanted fucked. I masturbated to that scene many times. Often my fantasies involved me being either submissive or dominant depending on my mood at the moment. Back to the story. I arrived at my new home, a ship called the USS Raven. It was a rescue ship and was only about a 100 feet long. Small compared to battleships, cruisers and carriers. It had 90 enlisted men, me included and 6 officers.
When I arrived on board, I was shown my bunk and told that I’d be spending the next 3 months in the mess, washing dishes and whatever else needs done. It sucked, but every new enlisted guy has to serve in that position. The ship had just been through a major overhaul and we were not going to go to sea for at least 3 months. I settled in quickly and made new friends easily. During the time we were docked, we were on what they called tropical hours. Which meant basically, you report to the ship at 9 am and get off at 1 PM. It was ideal for the party life.
The Captain of ship was Mr. Silver. Now, if you haven’t been in the Navy or any military branch it goes like this. Officers and enlisted people are different. Enlisted guys had to salute these officer assholes and call them sir, all because they went to college. In my opinion, officers think they are better than enlisted men, because they are educated. This didn’t bother me to much unless the officer was an asshole. I’ve met very few officers who weren’t assholes though.
Now Captain Silver was a short fellow about 5”7 or 8. I’d guess he was in his mid 30’s. Clean cut like all officers with a solid muscular body. I thought he was cocky. Rumor had it that he wanted to be in charge of a nuclear sub. It went with his personality if it was true, a power hungry asshole officer. Instead of a big warship though, he commanded this little rescue boat. I think he was bitter about it. The Captain liked to have these crew outings to build morale. He would plan events and expect the whole crew, enlisted and officers to show up and participate in whatever event he had planned.
Some of them were fun, especially the ones that had beer involved, but most were boring to me. He would have sporting tournaments and everyone would compete. Not everyone did, but if you didn’t compete, you were kind of labeled. We had a few chronic non-players, but most of the crew got into it. We had softball games, track races, basketball, volleyball things like that. Captain Silver was a fierce competitor too. He was always so cocky, but he always won or whatever team he played on won. Sometimes I wondered if the other officers planned it this way just to keep in his good graces.
Three or four months passed and our tropical hours came to an end. We would go to sea all day and dock in the harbor. We were testing the new equipment and a bunch of other bullshit. Basically it was boring as hell, scenic, but boring. It was Friday and we had docked in the Harbor for the weekend. I thought this was stupid as hell because you could see the fucking shore and all the people having a good time but no not us.
