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Meanwhile, down in the bowels of the ship, Captain Jorgenson finally gets the relief he’s been craving since they sailed out of San Diego.

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“Everything alright in here? Shit - oh, fuck, sorry Cap -”

“Dammit, kid - “

“Sir, sorry, Sir - just heard something - sorry -”

Fuck - was so close. Had a week of cum in me and now this kid … Fuck. And, he was all nervous, too. Sometimes I hate Command. I took a deep breathe.

“You work down here, Seamen?”

“Yes, Sir. Engine room, Sir.”

“Name?”

“Jennings, Sir. Seamen Jennings.”

“At ease, Jennings.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The kid’s training was killing him. On the one hand, he was trying to look straight at me. But, my cock was still bouncing, and hell - I was naked as a jaybird. On the other hand, he was trying to look away, to give me privacy. And, on the third hand (Wait, is there such a thing as a third hand? Sorry - like I said - hadn’t cum in a week.) he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my cock.

“Well, Seaman, your Captain comes down here to relieve stress. Usually the noise drowns out the sound ‘cuz I’m a bit of a groaner - guess not this time.”

“No Sir - It was pretty loud.”

“I thought I locked the hatch.”

“No Sir.”

Kid was sweating now. Tenting, too.

“So, Seaman Jennings - why don’t you do your Captain a favor? Go close the hatch - lock it this time - and give me a few minutes of privacy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

But, the kid didn’t move - he hesitated - like he was stuck there to the floor, and so I tossed him a life-line.

“Or, Seaman, you can lock the hatch from the inside and come back and join me. Up to you, Jennings, but I need you to make up your mind, cuz I got to get this load out, and get back on duty.”

“Sir - yes, Sir.”

The kid blushed, hard, then turned, and headed back to the hatch. I was pretty sure I’d scared him off - would have to talk to his CO about that, who was a fuck-buddy of mine, fortunately. I heard the hatch snap lock, and began to pump again. I really needed to shoot and get back on duty.

The shadow fell on the gun-metal grey walls. Jennings was back, literally drooling.

“Would like to help you out, Cap, if I could,” the kid whispered, and then he was on his knees. “”Help you out anytime you need it, Captain.”

it was down his throat easy, and I figured that Jennings had a little experience in the ‘help you out’ category.  

Guess I wouldn’t have to talk to his CO after all. Glad for that - that fucker was a horn-dog and I wanted Seaman Jennings all to myself for this tour. Kid was a pro and a cock-hound, and seemed to have a Chain-of-Command fetish that suited his duties damn well.

(Over to you, Bro, or not, as the case may be.)

Now, I’ve had my cock sucked a time or two, or ten, or a thousand, and in my experience, few suckjobs can match that of a determined Marine. But Jennings, shit - the kid sucked cock so well, I wasn’t convinced that he shouldn’t be wearing that sandy-ass desert MARPAT those jarheads dragged their asses around in. They could send his ass out to Parris Island and teach the new recruits a thing or two about how to suck the cum from a man’s balls. Kid couldn’t be anymore than 20, surely, and cute as a fucking button. Buzzcut red hair, a spray of freckles across his cute face - he was going to turn the color of a fire hydrant once we hit the Equator.

But I wasn’t here to fall in love, I was here to bust my nut, and Seaman Jennings had taken care of that particular itch very effectively. He was still on his knees, grinning contentedly as he wiped the excess of my seed from his chin, then sucked his fingers clean, licking those soft, talented lips clean for good measure. Then he caught me watching him, and blushed beet-red all over, looked down.

“Hey, kid,” I said, tucking in my shirt and doing up my fly with a slow zip. “Fucking good job, sailor. Just what I needed.”

“Really, Cap’n?” he said, and that delighted smile of his made me grin back.

I could tell he had a body going on under the blue pattern of his uniform, and if I’d had another ten minutes, I’d have made him get out of it so I could inspect him more closely. But I’d been gone too long. Kid was just my type - cute, eager, good build, could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. I watched him stand up, and stepped close.

“You better get to the head and make sure you’re squared away, sailor,” I said, nodding at his chest. There was a glob of my cum right there, above his nametag, slowly congealing into the blue camo. He flushed, and went to wipe it away, but I stayed his hand. Locked eyes with him. Then leaned in and licked it off him, the familiar taste of my own cum salty and mineral in my mouth. All the sea air gets it that way after awhile.

I heard his soft, surprised grunt, and maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but fuck it - I felt like him and me might have an understanding here.

“Jennings,” I said, committing it to memory. He squared up his shoulders and stood to attention.

“Sir, yes sir!” he said, heels clicking together smartly. Good boy. He was a pleaser, alright. Good to know.

He flushed when our eyes locked again, but didn’t look away. And fuck it, I was in a benevolent mood. A damn good one, with a load off. So I grabbed hold of the red-bristled back of his neck, and planted my lips on his. He grunted with surprise briefly, then went with it like the fucking natural he was turning out to be. Lips parting, tongue slipping out to meet mine, to share the flavor of my cum. A hungry kiss, grunting, and I could feel him wanting to reach for my body and pull me close. but he remained at attention, even as I reamed his mouth out, and he reamed mine right back.

We were both flushed, panting a little, sweat misting our foreheads when I ended it. I gave the back of his neck a squeeze, reached down and adjusted the fast-regrowing bulge in my pants. Saw him do the same, with a rueful grin.

“You do more than suck cock, Jennings?” I said.

“Sir, yes sir,” he said, blushing harder - fucking redheads, they’re my weakness - but grinning too.

“My quarters. 2130. Be clean. You get me, sailor?”

“Sir, yes sir,” he said again, lower this time. Yeah, he got me.

And at 2130 promptly, I discovered that Seaman Jennings did a lot of things besides suck cock - and did them just as well. Better, even.

This was a fun little back-and-forth with my bro @pagespermer in the spirit of fraternal collaboration...