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Bitch of Black Sailors
By
Wolf
I was a relative innocent when I joined the Navy. I had only two sexual encounters before joining the US Navy. The first one took place when I was just sophomore in high school. Some of my friend's insisted that I join them in a run across Texas border, to have a night in a whore house. I was the youngest one in the group of four teenagers. We were just a bunch of horny Cotton pickers from Oklahoma. The oldest member of the group knew of a cheap Mexican whore house.
When we arrived the first thing we did was start drinking beer. I was a little tipsy by the time I finished four beers. The other guys were soon selecting the whores they were going to fuck. I was too shy to do anything. The woman that selected me was old in my eyes. (I suspect that she was in her early thirties.) She grabbed me by the belt on my jeans and dragged me to an upstairs room that only had a steel cot with a small end table next to it. The only thing on top of it was a roll of toilet paper. She was in a hurry to get my pants off. (Time was money for her.) She stripped me of all of my clothes quickly. The front of her cheep dress was held together by a row of large buttons down the front. When she unbuttoned her dress, she was totally naked underneath. She smelled of a cheap perfume. She lay on the cot and pulled me on top of her. I had a boner I could not believe. I fucked her like mad but no matter how much I sweated over her body I could not cum.
When she figured she had wasted enough time she gave up trying to make the virgin cum. She got dressed and left the room. I got dressed and eventually joined my friends. I was too embarrassed to tell them I had not cum. I listened to them bragging about their sexual exploits all the way back home.
I lived in a wet county. (In Oklahoma each county passed their own laws about the sale of alcohol.) When I was a junior in high school I went to the local cinema to watch a couple of movies. It was late by the time I exited the theater. I was walking past a small cocktail lounge on the main drag. A woman came out as I was walking past. She started flirting with me right away. She took my arm and complemented me about what a nice looking boy I was. She was making a big fuss over my blond curly hair. She insisted that I come home with her. She smelled of perfume, alcohol and cigarettes. She led me to her cheap apartment; as soon as she opened the door, my nose was assailed by the stink of a dipper pail full of shitty and pissy dippers. I had not expected her to have children.
She led me to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. She undressed me and herself. She sat on her bed and pulled me to her, so that she could suck my cock. When she was satisfied that I was as hard as I could get, she moved onto the bed. She propped her back against the headboard, bent her knees and spread her legs. She filled her hand with my curly locks, and pulled me onto the bed between her legs. She pulled my head down, forcing me to put my face in her hairy pussy.
I could not believe the stink of her pussy. She was whipping my head around, forcing me to rub my face against her pussy. My face was being covered in her smelly pussy juice. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. When she pulled me up in a position where she could guide my dick into her pussy, I had gone soft. She managed to get it started into her slimy cunt, and then she wanted to kiss me. I hated the stench of her mouth. She was actually fucking me, the way she was wiggling around. I thought I was not going to be able to cum again. This woman was gripping my ass with her hands while she was wiggling around. Just when I thought I could not cum she stuck one of her long slender fingers into my asshole. I was shocked but I squirted cum into her. She wanted to kiss and cuddle afterwards, but I wanted out of there as quick as possible. When I got home I showered to get the stench off of my body. I could not even stand the smell of my clothes after I showered. I'm sure my mother though I had a girlfriend when she smelled my clothes before washing them.
I joined the Navy as soon as I graduated from high school. I was very naive when I joined. Being an uneducated country boy I was sent directly to sea duty on a Ticonderoga class guided missile cruiser. They assigned me to the boatswain mates division. As a member of the deck gang, if I wasn't painting I was chipping paint. When we were at sea it never ended but work duties and watches kept me constantly sleep deprived. I was getting to where I could fall asleep leaning against a bulkhead.
The ship I was on was stationed in what used to be called "Ten Can Alley" in San Diego, California. The main gate was 32 Street. You get used the smell of alga growing on the docks, fuel oil, and paint. There was a firefighting school there, so the smell of burning tires and a mix of oil and gasoline were common. I was just out of basic and called a boot all of the time.
I got my first weekend pass and couldn't get off the base fast enough. I planned on going to down town San Diego to get a good humbugger, and see a movie or two. I had no idea where I was of course. Rather that catch a bus outside the main gate like the rest of the guys I started waking east. I figured I had plenty of time. I might as well see what the area looked like.
The area was old and rundown. When I got passed the storage buildings that had been built during World War II to sore supplies for the War effort, I came to old houses that looked just as scruffy. There was no grass in the little yards. If there was anything on the yards it was delegated cars. It was getting late and people were milling around. I did notice that most of them were blacks. I didn't know I was in a black community.
When I reach a corner where there were some two story buildings and black guy with a nylon sock on his head covering his greasy slicked back hair and smelling of expensive collogue. He came up to me and placed his arm around my shoulders and asked, "Hey sailor, would you like to get some black ass?"
I thought he was a pimp and telling me he had some black whores. I was not that interested in trying to try my luck with a black woman. My only encounters with woman had been less than stellar.
This guy would not take "no" for an answer he walked with me as we passed the corner of the building and pulled me along until I followed him to a two story apartment building. It was a seedy building with narrow halls. When we entered a door it was filled with people. It smelled of cigarette smoke and booze. I did see a few dress blue sailor uniforms. I hardly noticed that they were all black. My host hustled me directly into a small bedroom. He asked me if I would like a beer while I waited. I said sure. The guy closed the door, and I was left in the small room looking at the cracking and peeling paint.
When the door opened a slender black entered carrying a bottle of beer and a glass. When I saw him, at first I thought he was a woman. He had on makeup like a woman and he was dressed like a woman. He approached me and gave me the glass and poured me a beer. He had me sit on the narrow bed and he sat down next to me. While I was sipping my beer he placed one arm around my shoulders and his other hand on my knee giving it a squeeze.
I could not believe how quickly my cock came alive. The guy was whispering in his best imitation of a female voice that he just loved sailors. He pulled my white hat off of my head and placed it on the small end table. He ran his fingers through my blond hair. It was just starting to grow back after the buzz cut they gave me in boot camp. When I looked at him he kissed me on the mouth.
I had never been kissed by a man like that before. His face was hairless. I felt him sticking his tongue into my mouth. I tried to push him away, but he clung to me. While I was trying to pull away from him, he placed his hand right on the bulge in the flap of my 13 button dress blue wool uniform. He squeezed my dick, and I almost climaxed. I stopped struggling.
He told me he just loved sailors in uniform again. He helped me pull my jumper over my head. Then he knelt in front of me and removed my black oxfords and socks. He pulled me up by the waist of my pants so that he could pull the flap down. He knew that all he had to do was pull forward on the corners, and all of the buttons would release. That left just the two buttons on the waistband, holding the pants up. When they fell all I had on was the white T-shirt and regulation white boxer shorts.
I was not used to wearing underwear with an open fly. The head of my dick was always sticking out and rubbing against the wool uniform. That was enough to give me a hard-on almost all of the time. I was excited beyond belief at that moment. My dick was sticking through the fly. The black guy could not resist taking it into his mouth, while he unsnapped the underwear, so they fall down my legs. He was moaning while he took my balls in his hand and rolled them gently between his fingers. This guy brought me right to the edge of coming and then stopped.
He said, "We don't want to waist all of that white boy cum just yet." He stood up and pulled my T-shirt over my head. He was making a fuss about my body. He was playing with my nipples and feeling me up.
Then he stepped back and removed the bolero top he had been wearing. He was flat chested and very dark. He unfastened the low rise bell bottom women's slacks he was wearing and peeled them down. He had on sexy pink ladies underwear on. He did not have shoes on. I could see the bulge of his cock and nut sack in the panties. The black nappy pubic hair was visible through the pink panties.
I didn't relish the idea of him wanting me to suck his cock for him. This guy was dancing around like a stripper, while he rolled his panties down. When he turned his back to me, I had to admit he sure had a tight round butt. He wiggled his ass right in front of my face while he bent over to step out of the panties. He cupped his crotch when he turned around and then showed me his package. His cock was not all that long but it was much larger at the base and tapered towards the end. He was un-cut but the foreskin didn't cover all of the head. The head looked almost as pink as my own knob. The scrotum was very black and winkled. There were wiry hairs on it. As I had seen the pubic hair looked like ringlets of tightly wound black watch springs. I did find the sight of his sexual organ fascinating. He placed his hand on it in such a way that his dick was sticking between his first two fingers. He was waggling it back and forth, up and down right in front of my face. I thought he was going to shove his cock right into my face. Apparently he had other ideas though. He knelt by the bed and laid face down across the bed. He looked at me and said, "Well big boy are you going to fuck me or not?"
I could not believe it when he reached back and spread his black ass. His asshole was gapping open. I assumed my place behind him and spit in my hand and wiped it all over the shaft of my cock, before sticking it in the guy's asshole. I started fucking him. I was really starting to enjoy fucking my first asshole, when the door opened.
When I looked over my shoulder there was another black man standing in the open doorway. He was almost as tall as the door opening. What really caught my eye was that he was totally naked, and had a very impressive dick dangling between his legs. The thing was a monster. It was darker than the rest of his body. It didn't look like it belonged on him. His scrotum was hanging down and the left nut hung lower than the right on. He must have shaved his pubic hair off. He was a darker color than the first guy.
I thought I was in trouble. I thought I was going to get beaten up for fucking his boyfriend. I was about to pull my dick out of his ass, when the queen reached back and grasped my ass. He pulled me back against his ass.
I could not take my eyes off of the tall man as he entered the room. I watched, as he pulled out a bottle of some sort of lubricant from the night stand. I knew right away he was going to fuck my ass. I wanted to plead with him not to do that, but I was so frightened that I could not say anything.
The guy stood behind me, trapping me between his legs while he greased up his dick. Then he stuck two greasy fingers up my asshole. I was sweating in cold terrier by that time. I was very frightened.
The guy squatted over my hips and guided his dick to my asshole. I could not believe how much it hurt when his cock entered my asshole. I was moaning and pleading with him to pull it out. I could not care less if anyone heard me. My noise drew the attention of the other people there. They were gathered at the door offering their encouragement with comments like; fuck that white boy's ass Gilbert.
Every time he thrust his cock into my ass, my own cock was being shoved deep into the black queen's ass. It was wild I was fucking an ass while my ass was being fucked. I could not believe it when I shot my load of cum in the ass of the queen. The other guy fucked me for awhile longer before he shot his load in my ass. When he stood up I saw cum dripping from his dick.
I was relieved that it was over. I was not ready to move because when I tried to move my asshole hurt even more. While I was resting a line formed behind me. Before I could make a move another guy was stuffing his cock up my ass. My queen was treated to another fucking by my soft dick. By the time the fourth guy was fucking my ass I felt my dick get hard and squirt cum in the queen's ass again. I lost count of the number of black men that fucked my ass. Lubricant was unnecessary because cum was dripping from my ass and running down my legs. At the time I feared that it was my blood.
When they finished they gave me something to drink and I went to sleep on the bed. In the morning the queen bathed me and fed me. I wanted to get dressed but was told that there was no need to get dressed. When I retrieved my white boxer shorts, that big man appeared. He slapped my face and pulled the shorts from my hand.
Another black man came into the room and he looked familiar, but I was looking mostly at his naked body. He had the build of a boxer, all lean sinewy muscles. The cock was no bigger than my own. I was still impressed with his package. This man took me by my balls and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He rested my heels on his shoulders and guided that cock towards my ass. He entered me without greasing me up. It hurt like hell. I bit my lower lip to keep from saying anything. When he squirted his cum in my ass he kissed me on the mouth. I didn't resist when he stuffed his tongue in my mouth.
I didn't get dressed the rest of the weekend. There were black men coming and going the whole weekend. I was sucking cocks and getting fucked so much that I was beginning to think that my asshole would never close. I had mental pictures of shit just flowing from my ass without warning for the rest of my life. I was bathed and dressed in time to make it back to my ship in time to get some sleep before morning muster.
The next morning my ass was still sore when I made my way topside for morning muster. I was in my working dungarees. I was wondering if my shipmates could tell what had happened to that weekend. After the morning muster the daily report was read, and we were dismissed to swab down the deck before we were dismissed to our regular duty stations to work.
I was walking past the storekeeper division when I saw the Master Chief of the division. I recognized him as the man that had fucked me Saturday morning. I had known he looked familiar but had not recognized him in civvies. He was a tall black man. He was dressed in his kaki working uniform. When he saw me he smiled at me. I knew he recognized me. I was sweating bullets because he could bring me up on charges for being a queer. It would be my word against his. I knew I would lose.
I tried to avoid him the rest of the day. I sure didn't want to have to talk to him. That night was my duty night and I had the graveyard watch as messenger of the watch. It was not until I reported to the quarterdeck in my undressed blues to relieve the mid-watch did I find out that storekeeper chief had the duty as the noncommissioned officer of the watch.
I dreaded having to talk to him for four hours. The officer of the deck that night was a lieutenant JG. The chief sent me to the mess to bring back a fresh pot of coffee. When I returned with the coffee and rinsed out the coffee mugs and filled their mugs with fresh coffee. We settled down to standing the watch. After all of the crew that had Cinderella liberty had returned, the chief suggested to the officer that he might want to turn in. He would call him if he was needed. The JG thanks the chief and went below.
It was quiet there were long periods of time between anyone returned to the ship. The noncommissioned officers drifted back about a half hour after all of the bars closed. That meant that we were alone for at least an hour before we would be relieved by the morning watch. That was when the Chief acknowledged that he recognized me.
He was sipping his third cup of coffee when he looked over the top of the mug when he said, "Did you enjoy the party last weekend?"
I didn't know what to say. He followed that question with a proposal. If you want out of the deck force I can get you in my division. That sounded like light duty. I asked him if he really wanted me in his division. He assured me that he would love to have me in his division. He added that he would allow me to sleep in the air-conditioned store room with him. He emphasized what that meant by squeezing my ass.
I got the picture. He wanted me to be his sea pussy. That was a shock to me. How could he keep others from suspecting that I was his bitch? The Navy was still handing out bad conduct discharges to sailors caught in homosexual acts. When I naively asked him about that, he just laughed. "Let me worry about that son!"
It was only a couple of days before my division officer told me that I was being transferred to the storekeepers division. He told me to clear out my locker and take my sea bag to their section.
I went below retrieved my sea bag from the storage locker and packed my gear up in short order. I maneuvered through the passages to the personal section and handed them my orders. I did get a knowing smile from the black yeoman. I reported to the storekeeper's division next. I was welcomed by the division officer and he told his clerk to show me where to stow my gear. Before he could get me to the storekeeper's compartment we ran into the chief. He told the clerk that I would be birthed in the radio storeroom. The clerk's face lit up with a wide grin. He led me to the storeroom and showed me where to store my gear. He set me up with a fresh mattress, sheets and blanket. He showed me where to place my mattress. He welcomed me to the division and left me to stow my gear. There was a locker so I placed my lock on it after I had my gear stowed. There was even a place to stow my raincoat and pea coat.
I was curious what I would be doing when the chief came into the storeroom. He dropped his hat on the desk and welcomed me to his division. He showed me around and told me what I would be doing. We were due to take the ship out for a week of training in preparation was being deployed overseas for as much as a year. If we were lucky it would be Japan but because of the political situation we were more likely going to be sent to the Indian Ocean where we could deploy in the Persian Gulf.
What a stinking place to be. Hot, in a country where booze is forbidden and the women were hid behind thick robes. Even where ports had whores, you were more likely to get a venereal disease than a good time.
It was boring taking inventory of what we had in stock. It was common for us to order supplies and be told they were on back order. We would follow up with a second request and be told they were on back order. In time we would get three orders on the same order request. That would appear as a single order. We would have three times as many as we ordered. That gave us extra stuff for trading for other things we needed from other ships when they needed something on back order. It was a complicate double bookkeeping system. One for what we had and another for what the Navy said we had.
The first night out of port I was getting ready for the rack, when the chief returned from the showers with just a towel around his waist. He stowed away his shaving kit. He dropped his towel and stood there waving his stiff cock in my face. I knew what he wanted and took hold of it. I skinned back the foreskin and started sucking his black tool. I had to give him credit he had more than a mouth full of meat. He fucked my mouth until he shot a thick load of white cum into my mouth. I could hardly handle all of his stuff. He sat down in his swivel chair and took care of some writing for awhile. When he was ready he told me to get on my bunk. Then he took hold of my ankle and placed them on his shoulders. He guided his black snake towards my pink asshole and shoved it in. He fucked my ass for the longest time before he squirted his cum up my ass.
I was getting used to taking care of crew members coming to the storeroom with requests for parts needed to keep the electronic equipment working. I would handle their requests and submit requests for replacements so that we would get them at the next time we were in port or from supply ships at sea. It was not hard work. The most physical work was when supplies were being brought aboard and had to be stowed away in appropriate storage compartments. Rarely were we ever called out of the sack to supply someone with parts during the night. Most business was conducted during working hours. We also painted storerooms as needed. At night I was being fucked, sucking or being sucked by the chief.
About three months later I was promoted to seaman, storekeeper striker. There was a party to celebrate it. The chief had invited several of his friends to our storeroom. There was some drinking going on. They were all black noncommissioned officers. They were soon shedding their clothes and I was being fucked in the ass while I was sucking cock and jacking off two other guys. At least the chief allowed me to sleep in the next day.
When we were tied up back at our dock the next week, the chief took me to the apartment for another sex party. This time when I entered the place I noticed that the men on the couches were making out with each other. The guys dancing were feeling each other up. There were more black queens offering their services. When the chief brought me in I was surrounded by a number of black guys. Not all of them were sailors. Some were just too obviously gay to get in the Navy. Others were far too fat to pass the physical. Some were older men that may have been in the Navy in their youth.
There were so many guys to have sex with. I could not believe what was going on. When I was on my knees being fucked in the ass, there would be someone under me sucking my dick. Guys would be gathered around jacking off while I sucked cocks. I was getting mouths full of cum and some that could not wait would squirt cum all over my face while I was sucking a cock. It was a night of orgiastic sex, nonstop for hours. When I could not stay awake any longer I fell asleep in a pool of cum.
When we were sent to the Persian Gulf for almost a year I was getting fuck by a number of black noncoms and a few black officers. When we were not on duty stations we got to have liberty on Mumbai, India. My chief took me to the home of an Indian that was thrilled to get to have sex with a blond boy.
By the time we made our way back to San Diego I was a third class storekeeper. I was an old hand at sex with blacks by that time. I never got over my taste for black meat
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