Submariner buddy suck off

Submitted by Chuck

I shared my experience in the Navy with a fellow submariner in 2018 (Jerking a fellow submariner) …not sure why I never followed up. I was going through some old photo albums the other day and found some pics of my buddy Miller, who I hadn’t thought about in way too long. Just seeing him brought back so many good horny bating memories that I just had to share more. This one is about the first time I sucked him off…which was crazy awesome.

After that first time in the sub on a duty night, Miller and I bated together every chance we could get. Several more times on the boat at our home port but mostly overseas (and a few times while underway!). Given our optempo, we were overseas a lot, thankfully! After a dozen times or so, we’d gotten really skilled at getting each other off as intensely as possible. My hands had memorized every sweet spot, preferred squeeze, speed of stroke, etc., necessary to have Miller moaning and leaking precum nonstop. He lamented I gave him better orgasms than his wife… I could make him spray like a geyser or slowly and continuously spit, his legs shaking and eyes rolling all the while. Just a couple of guys working each other like only guys know how. We didn’t always frot or wank each other; sometimes it was just watching, other times we raced to see who could get off first, shoot the farthest, etc. It was great, uncomplicated fun that never once got awkward or weird. Miller always found it interesting that I was so into his body hair as well as his dick; he learned to enjoy just letting me run my hands through his fur while I stroked him.

We pretty much just stayed all hands until one time in Guam. If you’ve never had to stay in Guam for a while, consider yourself lucky. Guam was the worst. Terribly isolated, air so hot and dense with moisture that heat rash was inevitable and breathing was a chore, freakish amounts of geckos everywhere. Very little to do unless you liked expensive nightclubs, which wasn’t mine or Miller’s deal. And that humid heat is what also made Guam the best. After a long workday, dealing with the heat made it such that you couldn’t stand to be in clingy itchy clothes…and nights in the barracks were comprised of a few dudes in just their skivvies or nothing at all, hanging out, drinking beer, talkin’ trash about girls, trying to stay cool under fans and meager air conditioning. You can just picture it and smell the built up testosterone.

One brutally hot evening Miller and I and a few of the A-gangers were recovering from a bad day by grilling some chicken, having a few cold beers, and trying not to die from heat exhaustion. Tail end of the evening and all the other guys had crashed or gone to the bars via duty van. Miller and I were sitting in half-broken fabric chairs in front of our room, drinking beer, sweaty skin exposed to the night, talking general nonsense while no one else is around. As it always did when we had the chance to be alone, conversation turned to wanting to stroke one out. Miller complained he hadn’t gotten off in several days; given our work hours, I knew the frustration he was talking about. Laughing, I reached over, slipped my hand into his briefs, cupped his furry balls, and said I would jack him off after I got a last beer. The surprise came when Miller poured some of his beer on his crotch and leaned over with a silly grin and asked if I wanted to have some of his. “Let’s try something different,” he said, suddenly very serious. I’d thought about it but never figured he’d be into getting sucked off by another guy. I said for us to go inside before we were both caught with raging boners; he nodded and quickly followed me in.

Now picture this. My burly furry Navy bate bud, naked and sweaty, sitting on a wooden office chair, legs spread and balls a’dangling, with a profound boner smelling of beer. I kneel down and grab him like I’m about to swing a hammer; he’s iron hard and hot as fire. Miller is so furiously horny he’s reverted to a beast state; his entire body nothing more than an extension of his dick. All he can do is grunt. In response, I grunt back and then abruptly take his flared head in my mouth, lips and tongue seeking every nerve ending. Miller makes the best noise a man can make: uncontrolled moan in utter abandonment. I intensely worshiped his cock that I knew so well for a good 20 minutes, repeatedly getting him close and then backing off, making him pant with frustration. He was thrashing and groaning and sweating and leaking and so incredibly hard with need. I loved every second of this new experience with him. I know guys in other rooms had to have heard when I finally took him over the edge, a deep and shattering orgasm that would’ve assuredly drenched the ceiling had I not kept him in my lips.

Afterward, Miller told me that was the most intense head he’d ever had. His wife never sucked him to completion. Poor lad. Hey, I got that and all the beer off!

Though we still mostly stuck to mutual bating, that certainly wasn’t the last time I sucked Miller off. He was a good sport with me and it took him a few times to learn how to do it well. When he discovered that the feel of his thick stubble on my balls drove me crazy… well, that’s a story for another time.

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