Chapter 2

“Well, now you know.”

“Alternatively, you could use that time to explore and get familiar with the city of Jacksonville. Maybe even find an apartment—you qualify for that. You could stay on base while you do it. You do have a car, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s in storage in Norfolk.”

“There you go, problem solved. I’ll arrange for you to fly to Norfolk instead of Jacksonville, and you can drive down to Florida at your leisure.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Chris headed out of the sick bay not in the best of moods. Fuck, fuck, fuck,he thought, I don’t really want to leave this ship. Later that evening, just before he climbed into his rack to call it a night, he decided to take a shower, so, wearing only a towel around his waist, he stepped into his shower shoes, gathered his soap and shampoo, and headed in the appropriate direction.

When he entered the head, it appeared to be unoccupied, although he could see steam coming from the direction of the showers. He stepped around the corner, hung his towel on a hook, and surveyed the shower area. He could see two guys in the far corner. Their backs were to him, but he could tell by the position of their arms and the motions they were making that they were having a mutual masturbation session. He headed for that corner of the shower area and made a point of standing under the nearest showerhead.

The guy closest to Chris looked over at him and said, “Want to join us?”

Chris looked pointedly at the guy’s erection and said, “I’d rather have that up my ass.”

“Sure, as long as we can take turns fucking you while the other one stands as a lookout.”

“Got condoms?” Chris said.

“In the pocket of my towel wrap.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Half an hour or so later, Chris returned to his berthing area and crawled into his rack feeling much better about things.

THE WEEKS PASSED by all too quickly for Chris. On the eve of his departure, he was once again on his back in the storeroom being serviced by Seaman Jones. Chris usually jerked himself off while being fucked, but for the first time ever, the seaman bent and took Chris’ erection in his mouth. After Chris was spent, the seaman kissed Chris with his final thrust.

“You’ve never done that before,” Chris said. “Why now?”

“You’ve never wanted to do anything but get fucked before,” the seaman said. “Why? Don’t you like oral? You seemed to enjoy it just now.”

“That was because you were pounding my prostate at the same time,” Chris said. “I like oral sex well enough, but getting screwed is the only way I can really get off.”

“Really! How come?”

“To make a long story short, I had a stepfather who screwed me from the time I was twelve until I turned fifteen. Let’s just say that I’m conditioned to really enjoy it one way, and one way only.”

“What happened when you turned fifteen?”

“I was a runt at twelve, but during the next couple of years I had a growth spurt. I waited until one Saturday afternoon when my mom was passed out drunk in her bed and he came after me like he always did. After he finished, he passed out in my bed and I cut his balls off.”

“You didn’t!”

“Cross my heart. He was out cold, so I tied a cord around his scrotum, hacked them off and flushed them. Then I called 911. As soon as I heard the sirens, I cut the cord and flushed it as well—even at that age, I had enough sense to know that it would be better for me if it didn’t look premeditated.”

“Good for you. Did you get into trouble for it?”

“No. What were they going to do to a naked and crying fifteen-year-old kid standing there with his attacker’s jism still leaking from his butt? They did a rape exam in the hospital and found plenty of evidence concerning the rough way he’d always used me. One of the cops actually congratulated me for taking care of the guy.”

“I hope he went to prison.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“He still there?”

“As far as I know, unless he’s met a bad end in prison. I’ve read that prisoners can be pretty rough on child molesters.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ancient history. I was sent to another city to live with my paternal grandparents, and that, as they say, was that.”

“How can you be so casual about such a thing?” the seaman said.

“I’ve had thirteen years to get over it.”

“Yeah. I’m going to miss you, Corpsman.”

“And I’m going to miss you, too.”

They’d been dressing while talking, and the seaman added, “Well, I guess I’d better go.”

“Yeah.”

The next day, the ship made port, and a few hours later Chris was in the air to Norfolk by way of two intermediate stops.