PETTY OFFICER SKIP

“Well, I might as well head on back to the barracks and have my cold shower there,” I muttered, as I opened my locker.

There was a brief pause in the conversation before Skip asked, “You really haven’t had a hot shower since you got here?”

“You got that right,” I shot back. There was another lengthy pause, as Skip looked me right in the eyes as if he were trying to make some kind of decision. “Why don’t you come back to the barracks with me, Pike? That’s the least I can do after all the great work you’ve been doing for us around the compound. You can grab a hot shower there before heading back into the bowels of hell,” he laughed, referring to the receiving station.

I didn’t know what to say or do. This great looking guy that I had been drooling over for the last week was inviting back to his room to take a shower. Even though I reminded myself, that this was just a kind gesture based on sympathy for my plight, and nothing more, my heart raced over the thought of using his shower.

On the short walk over to Skip’s barracks he explained that he lived in a barracks for Petty Officers only, and he didn’t want to explain to the quarterdeck watch why he was bringing this seaman into the barracks. He told me that his room was located at the far corner of the building and asked if I would mind climbing in through the window, to make things easier on both of us. Who was I to raise a fuss?

It wasn’t terribly difficult sneaking into the barracks. A short time after Skip entered the building through the quarterdeck, a light came on inside the room I had been waiting by. Skip opened the window and I came out of the crouch behind the bush I’d been using for cover. Even though the room was on the first floor, the window ledge was a little high, and my poor arms were feeling a bit like rubber after my first weight training experience. My attempt to jump and pull myself through the window would have surely failed if Skip hadn’t grabbed me by the back of my pants and pulled me through the open window.

It was like a bolt of electricity struck me when I felt Skip’s hand on my ass, and I immediately threw the biggest rod I ever had. Once inside, I kept trying to hide my crotch and rearrange my pants to keep Skip from recognizing the embarrassing condition I was in. He noticed me fidgeting with my clothes a lot, but I passed it off as having gotten a wedgie when he pulled me through the window by the seat of my pants. I quickly grabbed a towel out of my gym bag, and made my way into the bathroom for my nice hot shower.

The warm water felt great as I stood beneath the spray letting some of the soreness wash down the drain with the sweat and the grime from my workout. I had really missed the nice warm showers that civilians always seem to take for granted, and I was relaxed and lost in thought when I heard the bathroom door open.

The shower stall was a small concrete block box with a cheap plastic shower curtain hanging from a single rod. It was the kind of material that you really couldn't see through as far as any detail but you could detect the motion of a shadowy figure on the other side. I heard Skip ask, “You don’t mind if I brush my teeth while you are in the shower, do you, Pike?” Actually, I was a bit nervous about being naked in his shower with him standing a few feet away on the other side of that flimsy sheet of plastic, but I replied, “Absolutely not. It’s your room, make yourself at home.”

Despite my aversion for cold showers, I decreased the temperature of the water flowing over my body in an emergency attempt to lose the major hard-on I was sporting. I was beginning to worry that Skip would notice the lack of steam now coming from my “hot” shower when we were both distracted by a voice calling his name right outside the bathroom door.

It was Mark, one of the other SEAL team members. Mark didn’t make me melt like butter in the tropical Philippine heat like Skip did, but he was another one of my favorites from the team. He had short wavy black hair and a deeply tanned olive complexion. Unlike Skip, Mark was short but his compact body was full of power. While his muscles were not as massive and bulging, he was extremely cut and had the most well defined six-pack of any of the exceptional members of SEAL Team 5. Of course, at that particular moment, I was scared out of my mind and too concerned about trying to explain what I was doing in Skip’s shower to take a mental inventory of the finer points of Mark’s super sexy body. I almost fainted out of fear when the bathroom door flew open and I could hear Mark standing at the open door. I flattened myself against a corner of the shower stall and hoped that my shadowy form could not be seen through the curtain.

“Who’ve you got in the shower you big slut?” I heard Mark inquire. Skip was much more cool and composed than I would have been in that situation. “I’m just letting the water run while I brush my teeth to get it good and hot. I think I may have tweaked something in my shoulder at the gym tonight, and I’m hoping a long hot shower will take care of it.”

“Well, why don’t I join you, and Dr. Mark can not only soap up your back, but give you a little massage action as well?”

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was hearing. Surely this was just some good-natured ribbing that takes place between two good buddies in the military. I was sure that was all it was when I heard Mark say, “You know what they say: conserve water, shower with a friend!”

I was still trying to convince myself that this was nothing more than some good-natured joshing between buddies when I heard Skip’s reply. “Not tonight; I have a headache.” This seemed so trite and comical, that I had convinced myself that both Mark and Skip were role playing as part of a little joke between them, and Mark’s laughter indicated that he took it to be as much of a joke as I did, rather than an excuse. “No, seriously Mark, I have this really bad throbbing headache, and I just want to take a quick shower and get to bed so I can sleep it off.”

I was just about to relax when I heard Mark’s tone of voice shift to one of concern, as he told Skip, “Okay buddy, take you some Tylenol and get some rest. I’ll stop by in the morning and see if you feel like going to breakfast at the mess hall before we run.”

Then came the shock of my life when I heard Mark tell Skip, “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not even going to jerk off a load before I go to bed tonight. I’ll save it for my best buddy whom I hope is feeling more like his randy old self tomorrow night.”

I stood frozen in place as I listened to the bathroom door close, followed by the sound of the door to Skip’s room as Mark left to return to his own room upstairs. I’m not sure how long I stood there silently trying to figure out what to do. I did not hear a sound above the sound of the running water, and I had decided that Skip must have exited the head with Mark and was now doing something out in his barracks room.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was thrown open wide in one swift move and there stood Skip looking me square in the face. He observed my expression for a while before he said anything. Then he began to speak.

“I think I have something you want. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I am not watching. Believe me, inviting you back to my room so you could take a nice warm shower was nothing more than an innocent gesture of kindness. Well, almost entirely innocent. I thought I might be able to give you a glimpse of my naked body, and see if I turn you on as much as it appears I do. Even the obvious hard-on you were trying so hard to hide from me after I pulled you through the window could not have encouraged me to risk taking a chance that you might reject my sexual advances. My career means too much for me to risk something that irresponsible. But now it is obvious from the look on your face that you overheard my entire conversation with Mark, exposing the truth about me, so what the hell!” With that he dropped the towel from his waist and quickly stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain behind him.

I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I could not believe my eyes. Here was this gorgeous body that I’d been dreaming of all week, totally nude and only inches from me. This was my first opportunity to view what always made that impossibly huge mound in the front of Skip’s sexy little shorts. It wasn’t just the size of Skip’s cock or those gargantuan low-hangers that held me spellbound and slack jawed, but the sight of my first uncut cock that put me in that proverbial position where I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind. Fortunately, Skip had decided to throw caution to the wind and took charge of the situation.

“I know what you want,” he almost whispered. “It’s what you’ve been wanting since that first day you started working in the compound.” With that, he grasped my wrist and turned it so that my palm was turned outward. Then he stepped closer and drew my hand to his crotch, placing his heavy balls in my palm. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“I’ve never seen one of these before,” I stammered as my eyes fell to take in the sight of his ample genitalia filling my hand.

“What’s that? You’ve never seen a cock before?” Skip asked in mock surprise. My face flushed bright red as I confessed, “No, I’ve seen cocks before. Well, never up close like this, mostly in gym class and in boot camp. What I meant was I have never seen a man with an uncircumcised cock before; not in real life anyway.”

“Really?” Skip asked, somewhat amazed. “What do you think of my covered cock?” To be honest, at that moment I wasn’t sure exactly what I did think of it, at least not mentally or intellectually. Emotionally, however, on some deeper level, I think I was already hooked. “Go ahead, look at it, play with it, experiment,” Skip encouraged.

I did look at it. I reluctantly released those pendulous balls from my control and placed my fingers lightly under the shaft of Skip’s hooded cock. His was not one of those uncut cocks that had a great deal of skin hanging from it, but in the semi-hard state that he was in, the cock head was completely covered. I took the tip of the little finger on my other hand and slowly, carefully probed inside until I lightly contacted the head of Skip’s mighty cock. This caused him to make a hissing sound as he forcefully exhaled through clenched teeth. I immediately paused thinking I may have done something that hurt him, but then I realized that my touch had brought him pleasure, so I eagerly continued my exploration.

Slowly I began to slide the foreskin back until I had revealed the shiny pink head of this mighty warrior’s bulbous cock. Right away, I noticed a clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the large piss slit. I placed my index finger directly over this hole and started to rub this man’s sexy lube over the very tip of his cock. This brought forth soft moans, telling me that for all my inexperience, I was doing something right.

I let my finger expand outward, making ever-larger circles around Skip’s cockhead, which by now was completely exposed and bright red. His cock had grown to incredible proportions due to my curious play, and the skin on his cockhead was pulled taught and almost translucent. As I started circling the flared ridge just behind the head of his cock, Skip gave a couple of quick forward thrusts of his hips and let go a deep guttural growl. I’m not sure what startled me the most at that moment, the sudden loud sound or the realization that to my complete astonishment, Skip had let loose a strong jet of acrid, yellow piss that was now splattering me, and soaking me from my belly button to my balls.

I think that what amazed me most was the fact that I felt no revulsion about having this man pissing all over me. Far from it, this totally unexpected act had turned me on with an incredible force I had never experienced before. My own cock instantly grew so hard that it was nearly painful. I had never seen it this hard or this large. It was inflamed, redder than I’d ever seen it grow in my life and the veins were standing out in vivid detail like never before. My dick was dancing and convulsing as if it had a mind of its own.

At the exact instant that I was incapable of any rational thought, where raw animal instinct began to take over, and I was sure I was going to jizz all over that shower stall, Skip shut off the flow of the hot water and the rush of ice cold water prevented me from climaxing at the last possible nanosecond.

“You’re not getting off that easy,” Skip chided me with a sexy grin. “Or should I say not that soon?” I was disappointed and pretty damn close to pissed off. I was that close to having the orgasm of my life, and I had been denied. “There are many other things I want to teach you first, Pike.”

Those words put things into perspective for me. Although I had been in my mid-twenties when I enlisted, much older than the average recruit, and Skip was considerably younger than I was, I had become his sexual student. Despite the age advantage I held over him, this stud had superior rank and experience over me in addition to the obvious superiority in strength and beauty.

“Since you seem to be so captivated by your first sight of uncut meat, I want to introduce you to something that you can only experience with a truly natural man.” For the first time, Skip reached out and took my cock into his rough hand. My dick quickly hardened again in his strong grip. “This is something we call docking,” Skip announced in a manner not unlike a teacher addressing a student concerning a chemistry lab project.

Next he gently unsheathed his cock to expose the head and slowly inched forward. A shiver ran the length of my body as the head of his huge cock made direct contact with my own. “Ahhhhhhh!” Skip grunted, as he seemed to set himself, preparing for some unknown action to come. Then, as we stood there in the shower, our cocks looking eye to eye, Skip slowly started to push his foreskin forward over the head of his cock, and then to my amazement and delight it began to slide over my own cockhead.

This was absolutely incredible. There we stood, facing each other, looking for all the world as if we were Siamese twins joined together by an enormous, common cock! I felt a warm glow come over me. This would be the closest I would ever come to understanding what it would feel like to be uncircumcised.

Then it began. Skip started jacking both our cocks. His strong grip held our cocks together and slowly slid our foreskin back and forth over our joined cock heads. I loved the feel of his foreskin slipping back and forth along my cock, and things only got better when Skip again started to drool copious amounts of pre-cum from his cock, which provided a natural lubricant to coat the inside of his cock sock as well as both of our knobs.

Slowly, he began to pick up the pace. “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh,” began the rhythmic chant. I had always been pretty silent in sexual practices, which before now had consisted almost totally of self-masturbation, and the sound of Skip getting into the act we were sharing added to my enjoyment of this experience.

Soon we were both undulating our hips as if we were each trying to get inside the other man and fuck his penis with our own. I found myself gasping for breath, and standing on tiptoes as we continued our frenzied sex dance.

Then it happened. I was cumming like I had never cum before. It felt like a rubber band or something had snapped at the base of my balls, and I felt them emptying, as the sperm seemed to jet out of my exploding cock. Apparently, that was all Skip needed to put him over the top as he moaned even louder and I swear I could feel his cum rocket forth and splash off the tip of my cock as our cocks continued to thrust together. The sloshy sound of our mixed loads coating us as Skip continued jacking our cocks together was making me feel drunk, and I would have fallen on my ass or to my knees as they turned to rubber if he had not been holding me in his strong embrace.

Soon, I recovered enough to stand on my own two feet without support.

What happened next absolutely amazed me. Skip eased me back against the wall of the tiny shower stall and dropped to his knees. Before I could utter a word, he had taken my cock into his warm wet mouth. His tongue was at once everywhere, licking up the combined loads that we had spilled, which now generously glazed my still hard cock.