Guy comes into a bar and orders a beer. Bartender gives him a draft beer and says, "Hey Buddy, you don't look so good, you OK?"
Guy says, "I have the world's worst hangover. I tried Alka-seltzer; I tried a Bromo, aspirin. Nothing works."
Bartender says, "Let me give you a tip. Whenever I have a real bad hangover, I have my wife give me a blow-job. Cures the hangover every time."
Guy says, "Oh good, is she home now?"
That old joke came to mind when I opened my eyes and wished I were dead on that morning after my liberty ashore with my buddy Pete. Waking up with a hangover on a Navy ship in a compartment full of noisy sailors is not good. I thought I was going to die and wished that it would happen soon.
As I came back into the world of the sober, my mind began to work. A good memory is sometimes a bad thing. I began thinking about the night before with Pete. I seemed to recall we were drinking a lot of beer in some bar and were thumbing a ride back to the ship. Things got a little hazy after that. Rising from my bunk slowly, I worked my way to the showers, hoping the hot water would bring me back to something resembling a human being. I let the water run over my body and scrubbed off the beer smell. As I was showering I began to remember what happened in the car last night. It all came back to me and I wanted to crawl into the shower drain. I remember the guy in the front seat coming in back with me and Pete and sucking me off. I remember Cumming something fierce. Then the other guy did Pete. They did us again before dropping us off at the pier.
Several thoughts were running through my aching head. Am I queer? Is Pete Queer? I was deathly afraid someone would find out. We could be bounced out of the Navy if word got out about what we did last night. It would disgrace my family. How can I ever live this down? I hated myself.
Before I threw my dress blues into the laundry, I checked the pockets and found the piece of paper that the guy wrote his phone number on. It said, Larry & Moe, 555-7073. I had to laugh, "Larry and Moe!" I wondered if they had a friend named Curly. I crumbled it up and was about to throw it into the trash. Something made me hesitate. I shoved it into my pocket.
I tried to get it off my mind by applying myself to my work. Pete and I were avoiding each other. I'm sure he felt the same way. Then I remembered that Pete suggested that we should maybe get together and do some experimenting with each other. He was drunk, I was drunk, forget it.
Just as I was thinking that Pete and I had to talk about this, he came into the showers. I was just finishing and wiping down. He threw his towel aside and turned on the shower next to mine. Pete has a great body, about 6 feet tall, maybe 200 pounds, great biceps and a nice firm butt. I know he's proud of his 8 inch cock. I saw it hard for the first time last night He didn't look at me. When the other sailors in the shower room left and we were alone, I said, "Pete, we have to talk about this."
"I know, not here," he said.
Just before I started to wrap the towel around my waist, Pete said, "You got a nice bubble butt sailor, I never noticed that before." I'm 5 foot 11 and about average weight. I've always kept in good shape by working out almost every day. My cock is about 7 inches, uncut.
He finished showering and turned the shower off. As he was wiping down I said, "We have liberty tonight, let's go the Enlisted Men's Club on the base and have a few beers."
"Not the EM Club. I've been looking at sailors for the past year and a half. Let's go someplace where there ain't no sailors," Pete said. "I noticed a small bar just outside the base. It's quiet. I think the locals hang out there. Let's go there."
"OK," I said.
The place was small with one long bar and a few tables. The bartender served us the beers and went back to the TV where the Angels were playing against the Red Sox. We sat at the other end so we could talk.
I started the conversation. "I've been thinking about last night, have you?"
"Yeah, I don't know what to make of it" Pete said.
"I know that guy's mouth on my cock felt real good," I said. "I think I'd like to have some more of that."
"Did you save his phone number?"
"Yeah, I almost threw it away though."
"Why?"
"I'm wondering if we're turning queer."
"We didn't suck any cock."