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Making a Submissive Officer
By
Wolf
As a youth I was raised in a small Pennsylvania town steeped in a long history of Catholicism. I attended an all boy parochial school. Homosexuality wasn't discussed, appreciated, or advertised. The absolute worst insult a boy could endure was to be called a faggot and cocksucker.
I was enamored with the adventures tales of the Sea. I loved reading Herman Melville "Moby dick" and other stories of life at sea. I learned as much about naval history as and nautical terms as possible:
"Square meal" referred to square wooden plates on wooden English sailing vessels use to prevent the plates from sliding off the table. It had nothing to do with the quality of food.
"Son of Gun" was applied to any bastard conceived between gun implements on the gun deck. Sailors were not allowed off the military ships in ports to prevent them from deserting, so women were allowed to board the ships to service the crew.
"Reveille...reveille, heave out and trice up!" meant to get out of the hammock and lace up belonging in their hammocks before storage on the gun deck.
"Sake a Leg" When the boatswain woke up the crew with that term he would ask in port for any woman to stick a leg out of the hammocks. If they did the sailor got an additional 15 minutes to get ready for muster.
"Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey" Due to the shape of cannon ball they were stacked on a brass plate that had been hammered with nine indentations, so that 18 cannon balls could be stacked in a pyramid shape on the monkey next to the cannons. In cold weather the brass could shrink enough that the cannon balls would roll off the monkey, and roll around the gun deck.
"Power Monkeys" were young males that carried gun power from the magazine to the gun decks. They were pre-teens or young teenagers.
The list is inexhaustible and people use them all of the time without understanding what they truly mean or origin of the term.
As a seventeen-year-old college freshman at Cornell University I was the product of a German, Italian union, and I was five-feet eight, 135 pounds, light brown hair and eyes, as senior in high school I competed with other HS kids, and won the Navy Reserve Officer Training Corps (NROTC) scholarship to Cornell. I had dreams of high seas adventures as a naval officer.
The summer of 1976 was my freshman year I was an innocent bright eyed 17-year old. I was assigned to an old Gearing class destroyer, USS Vogelgesang DD-862 for summer training. That class of ship was named after Rear Admiral Carl Theodore Vogelgesang USN (1869-1927).
On 10 January 1974, Vogelgesang was transferred from DesRon 2 to DesRon 28, and reassigned to Naval Reserve training duty. On 1 March, her home port was changed from Norfolk to Newport, R.I. On 19 March, she headed out of Norfolk, bound for her new home port, where she arrived the following day. From that time, Vogelgesang operated out of Newport as a training platform for naval reservists, NROTC midshipmen, and OCS students. She alternated short periods at sea with weeks in port as a stationary training platform. Periodically, however, she made extended training cruises down the east coast to the West Indies.
Many a reservist midshipmen learned about life in the fleet, nautical traditions, and even the perverse sexual proclivities of enlisted sailors and officers when at sea.
I was assigned to the forward berthing compartment. I was surrounded by a sea of enlisted male hormones. It was natural for me to surreptitiously observe many of the enlisted men proudly parading around naked going to or returning from the head/showers. The variety of prodigious cocks was amazing.
Being young naïve, inexperienced, but curious midshipman, my interest was duly noted by my fellow compartment bunk mates. One night after taps, I was roused up and escorted below decks into the engineering main machinery compartment by several sailors. They quickly stripped me, and I received a special initiation.
Naked and terrified I was surrounded by enlisted sailors. I was being humiliated by their laughter, rude commentary, and I followed their instructions to the letter.
My fleet education included learning how to properly suck enlisted men's cocks. Having no choice, I swallowed quarts of delicious navy cream. I was bent over and used properly. My inexperienced ass received significant amount of attention. Sailors lined up to await their turn to enjoy a piece of a young midshipman's sea pussy.
It didn't take long before the word spread about my availability. A large number of the ship's crew would direct me into secluded compartments for additional training over the next six weeks. Yes, even some line officers managed to instruct be in the proper behavior of junior officers. I became a fully qualified cock-sucking Sea pussy.
Every summer for the next three years was an adventure. Each assignment added to my education. Upon graduation I received my commission as a Naval Surface Warfare Officer. My first assignment was aboard the aircraft carrier USS Independence CV-62.
As a green Ensign I was assigned to a stateroom with a Regular Navy Lieutenant Junior Grade. His job was to mentor me through my duties as the Gunnery Division Officer. Gunner's mates are a crud and rude bunch of men. The non- coms run the division, but can get in trouble on shore leave, and the young seamen tend to be uneducated boys.
The Navy has its own class system; academy USN officers have preference over ROTC, USNR officers. That it true among enlisted USN over USNR. Rank has its privileges too.
My roommate was a good instructor, and I learned quickly how to control the crew. The master chief Gunners mate was an alcoholic that was a fount of knowledge about his job, but was very disrespectful to young officers. He should have been made into an officer years ago, but he was not a college graduate, so his not being promoted to an officer class is understandable. If a young officer followed his advice they could stay out of trouble, but if they pulled rank on him, he would let them fowl up. He would make sure their mistakes would come back on them. He could make sure a smart assed officer's career would end quickly.
I had been aboard ship for three months when I walked into our stateroom to find my roommate sitting in the chair with an enlisted seaman on his knees sucking his cock. That broke the ice.
From that day on we became best of friends. We sucked each other's cocks, but he pulled rank when it came to fucking ass.
One day when I had the duty while in Norfolk, Virginia, I got a call form base shore patrol that one of my seamen Gunner's mates had been picked up off base in the car of a civilian getting a blowjob. I checked out, and took my second hand Barracuda to the shore patrol office. The duty officer told me that a patrol car had witnessed the seaman getting picked up, and followed them to a secluded location. They deliberately didn't turn on their lights as they approached the parked car. They caught the civilian bent over giving the young sailor a blowjob, while he was jacking off. They arrested the sailor, and scarred the hell out of the civilian. I convinced the officer to book the seaman for only hitchhiking. That way there would be no record of what happened.
When I got the sailor into my car, I scared the hell out of him by pointing out that the local police hate sailors. If they had caught him they would have recorded what they had been doing. It would have required a court-marshal, and in those days he would have receives at least a "Bad Conduct Discharge (BCD).
Once I had his full attention I drove him to the home of a civilian friend of my family rather than back to the ship. Daniel was a lobbyist in Washington for the Navy's interest, a retired JAG Rear Admiral. My father had been a Commander that had assigned to his command for a three year tour.
I told him if he wanted to get some civilian cock he should get well away from Norfolk. We changed clothes at Daniel's and he drove us up to Washington, DC. We took him to a gay cocktail lounge there. We pointed out that the bar had even been frequented in the past by J. Edgar Hoover and Melvin Pervious, so even the FBI keep clear of the place. The local cops know the place catered to Congressmen and Senators perverse interest, so they don't even send black and white's down that street.
While we were sitting in a booth a middle age man approach our booth, and asked the seaman for a dance. He asked me if it was all right, and I assured him that he could. When he got back to our booth he was excited, and told us that the man wanted to take him to his apartment. Daniel assured him that he should, because that man was a congressman on the ways and means committee.
On Monday after muster, I took the young seaman aside and asked him how his date went. He was all smiles. He told me all about how plush the apartment was, and how the congressman couldn't get enough. He told me that the congressman sucked his cock and fucked four times. Just when he thought the man had enough, he stuck a large dido up his own ass. He got another hard-on and wanted to fuck some more.
I told him to go below and get some chow, and then hit the sack. I would clear it with the petty officer in charge of his work station.
I served on the carrier for several Meditation cruises' the second sea tour I was assigned as Department Head. My Master Chief was the king of man that took no guff from anyone. He was able to insult superior officers just short of being charged with insubordination. It didn't take him long to figure out that I was a submissive sea pussy. I'm able to cum from having my prostrate massaged by a cock in my ass.
When he retired I became the sea pussy for the Executive Officer. I retired after twenty years as a full Commander, and still visit bars that cater to naval enlisted men.
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