"I need to use the computer when you're done."
Mike Scott looked up at the giant black man. "Damn Ray, I swear if you get any bigger, your gonna need your own cabin." The black man could barely fit through the small metal door. Ray had gone on leave the last time the sub docked and come back rippling with muscles on top of muscles. Ray had been big to began with, but now he was almost grotesque looking... unnatural. "I'm getting ready to go on duty, you can have it then."
"Best get going now," said the black man pulling out Mike's chair with Mike still in it, "antenna ain't up long."
Mike wanted to protest, to say it was his computer, but Ray intimidated the hell out of him. The black man was half a foot taller then Mike and twice as wide. Ray was so black, they called him Manta Ray or sometimes Black Manta after the Aquaman villain. Ray had returned from their last shore leave more muscular and cocky, announcing he was quiting the navy. "But I thought you were a career man?" asked Mike.
"Not any more. I just been hired by King Enterprises in New York, they're paying big bucks for electronics experts and there's other benefits too."
Mike got out of the room fast, knowing Ray needed to jerk off. Mike had always liked Ray until this tour, but the new, muscle-bound black man was more aggressive, dominate, and had a big dick that seemed to insinuate it's way into Mike's thoughts and dreams. He was even thinking about Ray's cock over his pretty wife, Jenni.
It started when Mike walked in on Ray coming out of the shower. Mike's eyes bugged out and he did a double take. Ray had a partial erection that looked like a swollen black banana sticking out a foot from his crotch revealing absolutely huge semen filled balls. Ray just smirked at him and left. Mike couldn't bring himself to remove the towel wrapped around his waist until Ray had left, understanding what an inferiority complex was for the first time. A foot long and only a partial erection? Mike couldn't shake the image all day. He'd never seen Mike naked before, but they'd roomed together a year, surely he would have noticed the unusual size of the black man's crotch?
The other problem with Ray's cock is that he seemed to need to jerk off a lot more. They'd both done it before, some silent agreement leaving each other alone several times a week, but now Ray was doing it several times a day.
Ray had the top bunk and the first night back, it was bucking for close to half an hour. Ray was mumbling, "Suck it bitch, let me fuck that white pussy. Yeah baby," as he stroked himself. Mike could even smell the black man's dick.
The smell started as soon as Ray began jerking off. Mike felt his own penis grow as he imagined Ray's hand sliding along that huge shaft. Then the thought of Ray's cock fully erect sent a shiver of inferiority down Mike's spine and his own, much smaller penis shriveled, his balls retreating into his scrotum. The smell from the black's cock was growing and eating it's way into Mike's brain. He saw himself getting up and jerking off Ray's cock for him, then lowering his head toward the tip of Ray's cock, mouth opening until...
Ray came. The black man grunted and Mike feared the top bunk might cave in on him. He imagined what such a big dick must look like cumming and his imagination fit reality, because several large wads of sperm rained down around him.
Mike dreamed he was sucking off Ray that night. It was the only gay dream of his life and disturbed him the next morning, Luckily, he couldn't remember most of it. He was himself at one point, a blurry woman in another. Once, he was choking on half the black man's cock when Jenni walked in the room. His wife wasn't in the navy, but was wearing a dress uniform. Mike saw her and removed Ray's cock from his mouth. He stroked it lovingly for a moment before bending it towards Jenni, offering it to her. The last thing Mike remembered about the dream was Jenni's uniform disappearing as she took her husband's place between the black man's legs.
When Mike woke up from the dream, the top bunk was squeaking again as Ray picked up speed. Mike glanced at his watch, it was only three hours since the last time Ray had jerked off. The smell was growing stronger and Mike ended up burying his nose in his underarm to keep the gay thoughts out of his mind. The next night, he got his hands on some nose plugs and things were better, though the smell never quite left the room as the waist basket always seemed full of crusty paper towels.
Mike had one last complaint, he thought Ray was using Jenni's picture to wank off too. On their last trip, before Ray became such a jerk, they had come back on board and Mike had set a picture of Jenni beside his bed. "Whoa, she's beautiful buddy," said Ray picking up the picture and staring at it. Jenni was wearing a modest blue bikini that made her look like an innocent girl-next-door. "What I wouldn't give to be with a hot white woman like that. You're a lucky man. Obviously no children," said Ray looking at Jenni's trim figure.
"No, but we're trying. Her time isn't matching my leave very well." Mike caught Ray looking a Jenni's picture a lot that tour, which wasn't surprising given her beauty and the fact that there weren't any real women on the sub to look at. Mike liked the idea of other men staring at his wife. They could stare all they wanted too, only Mike got to sleep with her. On this tour, Mike noticed streaks on Jenni's picture and once a thumb print twice the size of his own. The picture smelled of windex, but underlying it was the ever-present smell of Ray's sperm.
So the bastard liked to jerk off looking at pictures of Jenni did he? At least he'll never see the pictures on my computer.
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At that moment Ray was jerking off looking at pictures of Jenni on Mike's computer. He had gone to hotmail and automatically logged into Mike's account. Curious, he clicked through Mike's mail until he found an email from Jenni only a few days old. The subject was "Wish You were here" and the email contained ten pictures. Ray started with the first and went through to the end.
Jenni was a petite, pretty blonde that Ray wanted to fuck more then anything. He wanted her the first time Mike set her bikini picture beside their beds. Lust had turned to obsession as Ray looked at the picture almost everyday for three months, many times she was the only woman he'd see that time as they were submerged. It was worse when Mike got "enhanced" last leave. Enhanced men were truly addicted to cumming, the pleasure of blasting semen through his fourteen inch cock was ten times as great as cumming when he was seven and a half inches. He had to jerk off two-three times a day and being submerged with no women around was maddening. Ray half considered making the wimp in the lower bunk service his cock, but he needed an honorable discharge and couldn't risk getting caught. He settled for setting Jenni's picture on his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and jerking off looking at her for weeks on end.
The first picture Ray clicked on showed Jenni, in a patriotic bikini. He immediately forwarded the email to his address. He hoped the pictures would get better, but would be surprised as his mind had elevated the sweet girl in the bikini to angelic status. He was wrong they got a lot better.
The red, white, and blue bikini was modest, but sexy. It was split down the center, half the panties white with blue stars, the other half red and white stripes. The bra top was the same only the two halves were reversed. Jenni was a green-eyed blonde with a fatastic hourglass figure. Her waist was unusually thin, her tummy flat and firm. Her hips flared out and her ass looked amazing though it was facing away from the camera. Her breasts were smallish, probably a B-cup, but looked nice and perky. She probably wasn't any bigger then 5'6" and no heavier then 110-120 pounds. The jpeg showed her standing by a cot in her yard smiling at the camera.
In the second picture, she was laying on the cot, rubbing sun tan lotion on her belly. That picture was so sexy, Ray's dick got fully hard and he had to pause to take it out. On the third he was stroking it. Jenni was laying on her stomach, her ass was as perfect as he'd imagined. Her legs were slightly parted and the material was indented along her ass cheeks.
"You fucking slut," growled Ray looking at the next series of pictures, her angelic status shattered. Jenni was now in her bedroom wearing sexy lingerie. It was a blue bra and panty with a sheer light blue top hanging from her shoulders to her hips. The top was perfectly see thru and her underwear was thin enough it teased him with a faint outline of nipple and bush. "I'd bet you'd like this shoved up that hot ass," he said jerking off at the next picture. The back of the outfit was a thong and Jenni had turned around doing a toe-touch, elevating her ass and stretching her firm legs. She did have a great ass.
