Jerking a fellow submariner
Submitted by Chuck
I served for a decade on three different U.S. Navy submarines; most of that service was during Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. It goes without saying that finding personal space and time to wank off on a submarine is rather difficult, if not almost impossible. I was shocked and delighted to learn on my first boat that I had to immediately get used to seeing naked guys, brushing up against naked guys in the tiny bathrooms (too frequently with half hardons), and hearing other guys jerking off in their bunks, just a few feet away, all the time. Having always been into dudes, this was equally maddening and arousing. I fantasized constantly about rubbing one out (and more!) with my fellow submariners. But at risk of getting kicked out of the Navy if caught, I never pursued it. Until one day…
This is an entirely true story, embellished, and just about the best wanking experience of my life.
On my second boat, I developed a huge crush on one of the non-nuclear mechanics, MM1 Miller. The first time I saw him naked in the head (what bathrooms are ironically called on submarines), I just about had a heart attack. He was about 5’ 8”, thickly muscled, deep voice, cleft chin, covered with black fur, thick cut cock, and possessing classic masculine looks – right out of an early Colt porn flick. Absolutely gorgeous. He was married, talked lovingly about his wife and two kids, and didn’t pay for hookers in foreign ports, as most guys did. We didn’t talk much and with him being a good straight family man, I figured I would never have the opportunity to play out my fantasies with him. That all changed one day in Japan…
During a week-long maintenance stay in Yokosuka, we were on the same duty roster. We’d had duty together before but our watches just never seemed to coincide. That night, we both got off watch at midnight. After finishing some cleanup and paperwork, I hit the head about 0100 to shower and get a couple hours of sleep before starting another rigorous workday. One of two showers was being repaired so only one was available that early morning. I was naked and brushing my teeth when the door opened and in walked Miller, entirely naked himself except for shower shoes. We exchanged a simple head nod greeting and he started the shower to get it hot. I hadn’t wanked in several days and the sight and smell of him just a couple of feet away was more than my horny self could tolerate – my cock started getting hard, quickly and obviously. Miller definitely noticed but, to my surprise, he didn’t get all weird or stupid about it. Instead, he just made eye contact and started gently fondling himself. With a half-smile and subdued voice, he mentioned that it looked like I needed to get off…and he needed to, badly. “Why not get us off together”, he asked me. “I’ve seen you look at me.”
Trembling with excitement (and fear of getting caught), I turned and walked the two steps to him, reached down, and gripped his cock, now so rigid it was practically vibrating. It pulsed in my hand; I ran my palm over his corona and Miller let out an involuntary gasp. It was almost too intense, he commented; that he hadn’t jacked off in two weeks and was so sensitive. Regardless, he gripped my shoulder with a strong calloused hand and thrust into my fist, saying “Do it.”
In disbelief and awe at the situation, I decided right then to get him off so hard his knees buckled. I placed my cock on his and gripped both in one hand, slowly rubbing us together. The heat of his cock was incredible; we both gasped and groaned as I squeezed and kneaded our flesh. Slowly, methodically, I touched every inch of both of us, rubbed our heads together, ground my cock into his, smeared his precum with my thumb. It didn’t take long for him to start grunting “oh fuck yeah don’t stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum.” Hearing those words just about made me get off instantly but I wanted to shoot with him. He looked up and made solid eye contact as I gripped us both as tight as I could, slid my hand furiously across our cocks… His legs started shaking, his back arched, and his eyes rolled as humongous jets sprayed out of him all over me, my balls, my legs. The sight and feel was all I needed; I started spraying all over him at the same time, just about the biggest load I’ve ever shot. Lost in a haze, we both discharged huge globs of thick fluid onto each other. His hairy stomach was absolutely coated. It was beautiful. It was awesome.
Recovering swiftly and knowing the penalty for being caught, however unlikely that time of night, he wiped both of us off with a washcloth, jumped in the shower and rinsed off quickly so I could get cleaned up quickly, too. If only we could’ve showered together…
After that, Miller and I got together several times while on the boat. Next true story will be when he got his hands on me…
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