THE MEDIC
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson
This is a story related to me by a long time friend who served as medical personnel on a Submarine during the cold war of the late 1960's. His name was Jason Horn and he had just completed med school when he was commissioned as a medical officer in the US Navy. His height was five foot five, 140 pounds and was told that submarine duty would be a perfect place for him. He had an adventuresome spirit and was told that he would be away from home, for extended periods of time. There was to be a medical assistant to help him when they were preparing to get underway but that individual did not arrive. When they departed, he was the sole medical person on board. In those days, all the sailors on a submarine were men. At their departure, he was twenty eight years old.
The first few days at sea were basic maneuvers. Many of the new men were adjusting to the motion of being on a vessel. Jason wasn't any different. Motion pills helped to relieve the early stages on motion sickness but like the others, he found that vomiting into the toilet...called the head...was a common condition for the first 48 hours. Fortunately, little was required of him the first week other than dispensing aspirin for head ache and occasionally Dramamine for motion sickness.
The commander came to see him the first day, a courtesy call for fellow officers, reminding him that lunch, or "mess call" was at twelve hundred hours sharp. He, Doctor Horn, was expected to join the other officers each day. The first few days, lunch was light as the officers adjusted to being at sea again. Doctor Horn was one of several new officers and the commander greeted them warmly. Each day, Jason found that his sea legs were getting stronger. After 48 hours, he was able to move about the vessel with little problem.
On the fifth day out, a young seaman came to the dispensary complaining about tenderness in his groin. The doctor asked him to drop his pants and lie back on the examining table. As he did so, it was obvious that he did have some tenderness but not an inguinal hernia as the sailor feared.
"How did you get this soreness, McGee," the doctor inquired?
"Working out in the weight room Doc. It hurts when I stretch but most of the time it isn't too bad," McGee replied.
When the doctor checked him for hernia, `turn your head and cough' the young seaman flinched a bit. When he rotated his testicles in the scrotum for nodules, the seaman started getting an erection. He became embarrassed.
"Gosh Doc, I'm sure sorry about that," he stammered.
"Don't be McGee...it is part of being a man. Would you rather not get an erection when you are stimulated?
"No sir, but it is still embarrassing," the sailor responded.
"How old are you McGee," Jason asked?
"Twenty two Doc. I've been in the Navy for less than a year."
"Girl friend at home," Jason asked?
"No sir," the sailor answered back, "I was kind of a geek in school and the girls did not take to me real well."
"I understand McGee."
"Well sailor, your symptoms suggest some prostatic swelling likely caused by a urinary tract infection. I want to check your prostate. You are going to need to either lay on your side or get off the table and lean over it...so we can get a sample to look at under the microscope."
McGee climbed off the table and leaned over it, his toes pointing towards each other as the doctor had instructed. The doctor put on a latex glove and applied lubricant to the sailor's anal orifice.
"Now McGee, this is probably going to be a little uncomfortable...so you push back against my finger according to what you can stand."
McGee pushed back and the doctor's finger went deep within. He expressed the prostate gland first on one side then the other. McGee made a groaning sound while he held a glass slide to the tip of his penis. The doctor continued to massage the sailor's prostate. McGee made a gasp and then lunged back against the doc's hand again. He dropped the glass slide. It hit the floor and broke into pieces. The doctor understood what had happened. The young sailor had just had an orgasm and an ejaculation.
"Oh Geez...Doc. I'm sorry. I got so caught up with what you were doing... that I let the slide slip right through my fingers."
"It's OK McGee...your not the first patient who has had an orgasm and ejaculation when being checked for prostate problems. There is enough semen on the table and floor to get a specimen."
The doc took a new slide and laid it over the ejaculate and lifting it off the table, turned it over and placed the slide under the microscope. In the sailors specimen were little hard pieces of calcified fluid that looked like small grains of rice.
"McGee..." said the doc, "how often do you Jack Off ?"
McGee turned red and looked at the floor. "Gosh Doc... when I was growing up...our preacher talked about masturbation as being sinful. My mother and dad used to quiz me on my sexual habits and always insisted that all of us kids save ourselves for marriage...but I haven't found anyone yet."
"McGee...how often do you jerk off," the doc asked again.
Again the young sailor hung his head, " three or four times a week, doc."
"Well, you are doing something wrong...because your prostate and seminal vesicles are not draining like they should. The residue is thickening and causing the rice like pieces in your semen and that is what I suspect is causing the swelling and discomfort you are feeling."
"Gosh Doc...finding privacy on this submarine is pretty hard to do. We have a communal shower and the head doesn't have walls or doors. You know how it is."
"In point of fact, I do, McGee. I am going to write a script for you to come back to the dispensary every morning for a week before you go on duty. You can use one of my examining rooms to take care of your situation. If you don't get results...I'll bend you over the table and help you out."
He slapped McGee across the rump in jest.
McGee took the script from the doc, shook hands with him...and departed.
At the officers mess...McGee's supervisor asked about his condition.
"You know that I am not allowed to discuss much about it sir, but I did write a script for him to return to the dispensary every morning for at least a week so I can monitor his condition for infections. The whole process only takes twenty or thirty minutes. It is in his best interest to comply with the medical guidelines for these matters...," said the doctor.
"Right," said the supervisor. "I will be sure he does so, sir."
And so it was, McGee returned to the dispensary the next morning thirty minutes before his shift was to start. When the doc came into the examining room, McGee had his pants and underwear off and was leaning over the table. The doc had to smile. This was not exactly what he meant...but he would oblige the boy and explain again that he could tend to matters himself. He gloved his hand, lubed the finger and the orifice and inserted. McGee tried to act like he was not enjoying the procedure but it was obvious that he was enjoying it very much. Even though the doc massaged the prostate lightly so not to bruise it or cause swelling from yesterday's treatment...the fluid displacement was more like a little pre-cum. After a minute without results...he told McGee that today it was not working so they would have to try another approach.
"Get on the table McGee...on your back with your knees bent."
McGee did as instructed. The Doc reinserted his finger but barely touched the prostate. Instead he lightly stroked it which had an arousing affect on the young sailor. His penis went to full mast...but he did not seem to mind. Still, no seminal fluid was being emitted.
"What's wrong Doc? I'm not getting anything?"
"OK McGee...we are going to have to try a different method."
The doc took lubricant and applied it to his other gloved hand and spread some lubricant on McGee's hard penis. He stroked down one time and the sailor threw his head back and moaned with delight. On the tenth stroke... McGee started to erupt like a new volcano. The doc massaged his prostate hard. Pieces of rice flowed out in a heavy white ejaculation. McGee shook with excitement. The whole process was over in less than a minute...but what a process it was.
On the eighth day out...another sailor came to the dispensary. He complained of having a burning sensation when he urinated. The doc had him drop his pants and checked his penis for inflammation. There did not seem to be any redness around the man's orifice. He squeezed the sides of the sailor's penis but found no lumps or nodules, no lumps on the testicles or scrotum. In fact, there were no symptoms visible to the eyes. He checked the sailor's prostate, but it was soft and pliable.
"I don't know what to tell you Brown. I can not find anything wrong with you. Do you worry a lot about being ill?"
"Not so much Doc...but my buddy McGee told me that I should see you and you could help me feel better."
"Right...I understand where you are going with this. Are you married Brown?"
"No Doc."
"When you get shore leave...do you have a girl friend or sometimes frequent clubs or...?"
"No Doc. I have never been very popular with the girls. I'd much rather go fishing or hunting as go on a date."
"I see. Well Brown...I think I can help you feel better about yourself. You had better remove your pants and boxers and lay on the exam table. I am going to check your prostate from this side. You just lay back and try to relax."
The doc with both hands in latex gloves...put lube on the sailor's anus and penis, and with one finger massaging his prostate gland...slow stroked the sailor's cock until he erupted after a few short strokes. As he was cleaning himself up...he asked if he could come back again sometime soon.
"You know Brown, this is something you could tend to... yourself."
"It's really difficult to do so doc...with everyone in such close proximity to each other. Coming here is the best place on board. I really need to come see you and have you help me with this."
"OK, Brown...I understand."
By the end of the second week, there were six sailors coming to the dispensary for assistance with their concerns. The doc knew that these matters were not encouraged in the handbooks...but usually were left to the discretion of the presiding physician. He being a compassionate man...rarely turned anyone away.
During the third week, the commander came to the sick bay and sat down with the doc.
"Doc, we are going to have a few days in port by the week end. The sub will have some new electronics installed and all the staff will be free to have shore leave. There is a delightful inn where we will be stopping and some great restaurants. How about going halves with me on lodging...and let's try out some of those new restaurants?"
The doc was surprised and suspicious. Why would the commander want to spend his leave with the medical doctor? Has he heard that he was treating the emotional struggles of the sailors on the vessel...and was he's going to try to interrogate?
"Well Doc... Jason...what do you think? Come join me for a few days of leave. I promise, I will not solicit free medical advice. What do you say?"
"Sure," the doc responded... still unsure about the commander's motives.
"Thanks, doc," the Commander said...rising from his chair. "And while we are on shore...I'm Tom."
. . . . . . . . .
Saturday arrived bright and clear. The air was a bit cool but right for being out in a community to see the sights. The commander, true to his word, was waiting for the doc when he departed the submarine. They went first to their Inn and checked their gear into rental lockers near by, and then back into street where they rented bicycles and left on a biking tour.
"Jason...I have pedaled this tour before. It is about seven miles from stem to stern...but the view on top of the mountain is fantastic. What do you say?"
"OK... Tom, sure .. your the leader. Lead on."
The trail zigzagged back and forth up the mountain to eliminate steep grades. There were plenty of pull offs to view the coast line. Each rest stop was more scenic than the last. On top of the mountain...they could look out over the coast for miles. The navy yard seemed small from above. When they reached the pinnacle...there was a scenic overlook and restaurant with all kinds of great things to eat.
The waiter seated them on the patio to enjoy the outdoors air and to see the view. They had been an hour pedaling to the top. Had they been going direct as the crow flies...it would have been a distance of about two miles...but crossing back and forth along the side of the mountain... took longer.
"Jason, order anything you want. Lunch is my treat. I will tell you that what ever you get...the portions will be huge...and you will probably have to take the rest back to the inn in your saddle bag," Tom fore warned him.
"You have eaten here before, I take it," Jason responded.
"Many times. Usually I pedal the mountain by myself. Most of the guys on the vessel don't want to invest the time to pedal it...nor do they want to spend leave time with their commander," he laughed.
"But some do," Jason asked...and then instantly wished he had not..?
"Some do, but not very often. You will find that as you progress in rank, that your friends list gets fewer and fewer."
"I hope not, Tom. I hope not."
"You're very popular on board the submarine, Jason. You must have a great bedside manner."
"Well, I try to listen to what my patients are telling me...and to give them the best care I can. You know...the Hippocratic oath? We have all dealt with physicians that were brusque. I hope I never get so wrapped up in my own machinations that I forget that I am caring for another human being," Jason replied.
"Well Doctor...I wish my crew had as much regard for me as they do for you," he said with a laugh. Jason looked into his face and there seemed to be no guile in his comment.
They both laughed.
"Where is home Tom," Jason asked..?
"I was born in Vermont and when I was about ten, we moved to Bangor, Maine. It was living along the eastern seaboard that I became interested in boats and sailing. By college...I had every intention of going into the navy and pursuing a naval career. This last March, I turned 33 years of age...and have accomplished almost everything I ever wanted to do."
"Married with kids," Jason asked?
"Divorced...and no children."
"I'm sorry Tom...I didn't mean to pry," Jason answered back.
"No offense taken. Marriage works for some...but for me, it didn't. She didn't want to be a military wife at home alone all the time," Tom said. "I went to sea the first time at twenty-four years of age, married at twenty five. I was gone over half of the first year we were together. By the end of the second year of marriage...she wanted out."
"Messy divorce," I asked?
"Not at all," Tom answered back. " I gave her what she wanted and she moved on. We are still friends. I hear from her every now and then."
"So, is there a new flame in your life," Jason inquired..?
"No...I dated several girls, but that was just it...they weren't the right girls and I wasn't interested in one night stands. When I find that right person...I want it to be the right one and until death do us part."
"Commendable," Jason responded.
"Yes," Tom replied. "Now, what about you? Any significant other in your life?"
"No," Jason responded with a chuckle, "I am not one who is easily hurried."
The waiter brought their orders out to the patio and set it before them on the table. The portions were huge...just as Tom had said they would be. Jason was able to eat all of his sandwich but the French fries were too much. He put one on the railing by the table and a sea gull whisked it away. One by one...he placed the rest of the fries on the railing to see the same thing happen again and again.
After time for their lunch to settle and plenty of discussion of their earlier days...they mounted their bicycles for the return trip down the mountain.
"Let me give you a tip Jason...set your gears low and use the bike's resistance to hold you back on speed, so your breaks don't over heat. Even so...the trip down will only take about thirty minutes. You go first...and when you want to stop at a pull off for a breather...just take the lead...and I will follow."
Jason set his gears for low and started down the road. Tom had said the trip would not take long. Again he found that to be true. After about two miles...they stopped for a breather.
"There are no restrooms at these pull offs," Jason noticed.
"No, the locals just pull to the side of the road, whip it out and let it flow," Tom announced with a big grin on his face.
Jason need to relieve himself...but his penis length was only about 5 inches...and he remembered being the butt of jokes in high school. "Is that a Vienna sausage hanging out of your pants Jase." "Hey Shorty...you sure are going to be a disappointment to your girl friend." "Hey Horn...even when you are horny...your girl is going to have to search your bush to find your pecker."
"Jason...see the big rock...the path goes on the back side...and that is a good place to take a piss without an audience," Tom said.
"Thanks...I'll be right back."
On Jason's return...Tom had hauled his cock out and was taking a leak along the path. Other bicyclists passed. A couple of girls whistled at him. He grinned and waved...but didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed. I should think not, thought Jason...the man is hung like a horse.
Tom saw Jason watching him piss along the road side but did not seem concerned. And why should he...after all, Jason was a doctor for crying out loud. He flipped it several times to get the drops off and put it away.
"You know of course," said Jason, "if you flip it more than twice...it is considered playing with it."
Tom grinned and taking his hand... putting it on the outside of his pants, over his package, gave it three or four shakes. Jason grinned back at him and climbed back on the bicycle. In another twenty minutes, they were back at the inn where they had first rented the bicycles. They returned them to the boy in charge of them...and went inside to the front desk.
" I am so sorry, sir. The room you requested with double beds was already reserved. You are going to have to take a room with a king size bed...or I can give you two single rooms. I am so sorry this mix up has happened," said the desk clerk apologetically. He was an older man and they could tell by his expression that the mix up was an honest mistake.
"Not a problem as far as I am concerned. What'd you think Doc? Do you mind sharing?"
"Do you snore and kick at night," he jested with the commander?
"Hell yes, doesn't everybody," he replied laughing.
"Then I am OK with it."
Tom turned to the clerk. "We'll go ahead and take the room with the king sized bed."
"Very good sir...and again, I am sorry about the mix up."
"Not a problem at all. It was an honest mix up. We'll survive." Again he laughed.
Jason pulled out his wallet to pay his half but Tom stopped him.
"I've got it Doc. I know I said halves...but this mix up was not your fault...so I'll get it this time...and we'll go halves next time."
Jason nodded and turned away. Tom was already talking about doing joint shore leave next time. This surely was a good sign that their friendship was starting on solid ground. He had hoped the other men on the vessel would not find him stuffy and too professional. He wanted to be professional on the job...but in moments of leisure, he had hoped he would be accepted as a friend and buddy.
The bell hop, another aging man...took their luggage up to the room and unlocked the door. The room had a king size bed against the feature wall and at the end...there were two sets of French doors that went out to a balcony overlooking the bay. The room was clean. The bathroom was modern and had a Jacuzzi tub and a shower that was behind a wall of glass. This was quite acceptable.
Tom tipped the bell hop and thanked him for carrying their luggage. Jason thought they should have carried their own luggage and saved the poor man from the possibility of falling or fainting from exhaustion. Tom opened the French doors and a cool breeze came in from across the sea. The room was very comfortably cool.
"I want a bath after that ride...wash off the dust and the sweat. You want the tub or the shower." Tom asked Jason?
"Shower," he replied.
"Fine...I'll fill the Jacuzzi and have a nice soak," said Tom.
Jason thought it a bit odd...that they both had to use the bathroom at the same time...but said nothing. While Tom filled the Jacuzzi, Jason unpacked his bag. He heard the pumps on the Jacuzzi come on. He walked into the bath, and Tom was submerged up to his neck with foam and bubbles from the spa. Jason stepped out of his clothing and grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower and then hurriedly stepped out again.
"Damn... there is a huge spider in the shower," he said...turning white faced towards Tom.
Tom stepped out of the tub and tracked dripping water all the way to the shower, where sure enough...there was a huge spider crouching in the corner. He reached in... through the glass doors and turned on the hot water. Then turning the nozzle towards that side of the shower...watched as the spider was soon scalded to death.
"There you are, tough guy...the spider is dead," said Tom as he slapped Jason across the ass. "Now you just need to get some toilet paper and flush his remains down the john."
"No way..." Jason stammered back... "I'm not touching that thing...dead or alive."
Tom grabbed some toilet paper, opened the shower door and picked up the dead spider. He walked to the commode and flushed him.
"How fitting...burial at sea," he laughed.
As he turned around, Jason was stepping into the foaming Jacuzzi.
"Hey...tough guy...I thought you were going to take the shower?"
Jason smiled back..."Changed my mind...it is all yours."
"No dice, buddy," said Tom, "Move over."
Tom stepped into the Jacuzzi at the opposite end...where he could face Jason, and slid down until the water once again came up to his neck.
"You know of course...if you tell anybody on our vessel that I took a bath with you...I'll have to kill you," Tom jested.
"I was thinking the same thing about you," Jason said with a big grin.
"Aw...come on...half the sub knows that you are giving your patients hand jobs to keep them happy," Tom said.
Tom's countenance fell immediately. "What!"
Tom laughed, "Take it easy buddy...I'm just bull shitting you. But as shocked as you look...perhaps there is substance to the story."
Tom, with his hand under the Jacuzzi foam, reached over and took Jason's penis in his hand. Jason lay still, looking at him. Face to face, they looked at each other. Jason started getting hard.
"Ahhhhh," said Tom... "you like that, huh?
He ran his hand over Jason's balls. Jason leaned his head back against the back of the tub and closed his eyes. Trying hard not to smile and to give his friend the idea that he really liked what was happening. Tom came back up on his cock and found it at full mast.
"You do like a little personal attention, don't you," he said..?
Jason sat up and reached over and took Tom's cock into his hand. It was hard as a rock and huge. He smiled. Tom leaned back against the Jacuzzi and scooted closer to Jason.
"I'll give you an hour to quit what you are doing," he said laughing.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that," Jason jested back.
After about twenty minutes of mutual attention, Tom stood up and climbed out. He went to the shower and turned the water on very warm but not hot...climbed in to rinse the soap and foam from his body. He motioned for Jason to join him. Jason opened the glass door and stepped in. Tom shifted around to the opposite side to give Jason room to rinse off. The water was so nice and warm...that there wasn't any hurry to get out. Tom looked Jason in the eye and then leaned in, and kissed him on the lips. Jason stood very still. Did he dare reciprocate...or was he going to be too shy to make any movements. Tom kissed him again on the lips and when Jason did not protest...he kneeled before him and popped his hard cock into his mouth. Jason froze. Tom continued to suck him...and little bit by little bit...Jason began to thrust his cock deeper into Tom's mouth. It felt great...but suddenly Jason pulled out.
"You keep doing that buddy...and you are going to get a mouth full."
Tom grabbed Jason's hips and held him next to the wet glass and went down on his stiff cock again. True to his word...a half dozen wet strokes and Jason ejaculated into his commander's mouth. Tom kept going. Jason pulled out again and this time would not let him go back.
"Can't go further...Tom...too damn sensitive."
"It's OK, Jason. It was great." He spit his mouth full onto the shower floor.
"I'm going to need a few minutes to recuperate if you want the favor returned," Jason offered.
"Actually, I had something else in mind," Tom suggested.
"Oh really," Jason replied.
Back in their room, taking some body lotion from the bathroom counter, Jason applied a generous portion to his sphincter, and then applied a coat to Tom's dick.
"Only thing is...you are going to have to take it really slow, you know," Jason shot back at him.
"I will, I promise," Tom answered back.
True to his word, Tom took his time getting in and getting off. Jason was amazed how good a really large cock felt inside him. A few minutes later...Tom was pulling out and heading back to the shower. It had felt great for both. After showering...Tom came back into the bedroom and lay on the bed. He was still semi hard.
"You don't see too many guys who stay hard after getting off," Jason commented absent minded to Tom.
"I do," he said. "And as long as someone is messing with me...it will stay hard."
"Really," Jason responded...as he rolled over and started sucking Tom's still hard dick. A few minutes later...Jason had to hurry to the bathroom to spit in the commode. Tom had just had a second orgasm and ejaculation.
Jason came back into the room from the bathroom and lay down next to Tom on the bed. After a minute of rough housing...Tom got up to go to the bathroom. When he returned...he lie down on the bed perpendicular to Jason...resting his head on Jason's stomach.
"That was fantastic, man. I usually do not move that fast on a new friend," Tom said in a bit of a shy tone.
"Nor do I," Jason added, "but in this case... I don't mind at all."
"Jase...what do you want to do. We have a bit of time to kill until dinner and drinks in the pub..?"
"This is kind of nice...how about we just lie here and talk," he responded.
"OK...tell me about when you were a kid...and you had your first sexual experience," Tom suggested.
"That's easy...it was in scouts. We went to summer camp and I was teamed with a boy who was two years older than me. He had earned all kinds of merit badges and I thought he would be butch and snotty. He turned out to be quite the nurturer. He really looked after me and helped me with everything I worked on at camp. During the second night, we had a thunderstorm. I was scared and he had me come over and crawl into bed with him. He put his arms around me and held me close all night. The lightning flashed and the thunder boomed...but I was safe in his arms. The next night...the skies were dry...but he asked me if I wanted to sleep with him...and I jumped at the chance to be held by him. We talked a lot about camp and things. He asked me if I had ever gone skinny dipping. Well, of course, I had not. We slipped down to the lake and went swimming naked. When we got back to the tent...he gave me a towel to dry
myself. My clothes were wet. I pealed out of them...and climbed in bed with him anyway. He reached over and started playing with me. I got hard. He kept it up and I shot my load all over his sleeping bag. We toweled it off the best we could...and then I jacked him off. He shot all over his sleeping bag too. The next night...I let him penetrate me...and when he got off...he rolled over on his opposite side and told me to do the same thing to him. He pulled his knees up so I had a better approach...and when my dick went in...it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. Even though I was not as long as he was...the intensity of slipping in and out of his tight ass...went through me like a hot razor. Man, I shot a big load into him.
After that...we got together every morning and every night until camp was over. The next three years...we shared the same tent at camp. When he got into high school, he did the cover up thing and started dating girls. He got married in college...but it didn't work out. He got married a second time...and it didn't work out either. The last I heard, he was in San Francisco with some guy he met at a bath house...and supposedly as happy as he could be.
"Did you ever try a relationship with a girl," Tom asked?
"Yeah, several times...but it was never what it should have been. Since then, I have gone solo exclusively. You know...don't ask, don't tell."
"Yeah, if you want out...it is hard to do so...unless you sign papers that you are homosexual. Most guys would never do that...even if they were. I consider myself bi-sexual...and like a little male companionship from time to time. It is not a gender thing...for me it is a sexual stimulation thing. I like orgasms and ejaculations," Tom confided.
"Aren't you concerned that someone will get pissed at you over something you did or did not do...and `out' you to the military," Jason asked?
"If I were an enlisted man or a drafted man...definitely yes, but officers are rarely interrogated for sexual adventures unless there is something like rape or extortion involved."
Jason laughed, "So I understand."
"So Jase...are you at all worried that a sailor will out you for helping him out in sick bay," Tom asked.
"Yes, but I also preface every event with a lecture on this being my medical diagnosis for their problem...and then back it up in writing with a medical journal. You have to cover your own ass, you know," the doc responded.
"Yep...I do know," said the commander... "and that is why I limit any contacts to shore leave. But since you treat the sailors on my sub...I think you should do likewise for me." He ran his fingers through Jason's pubic hair.
Jason laughed, "Well, if your discreet about it, I think we can work it out."
"Well, my friend...since you're naked as a jay bird right now... I think working it out is a good idea."
Tom rolled over onto his stomach and with his tongue started licking Jason's balls. The sensation caused his cock to rise again. Tom engulfed it in his mouth and gave him a slow suck. Jason got hard. In a matter of seconds, he was pulsating to the sliding of wet lips on his shaft. With a couple of hard thrusts...he gave Tom a mouth full, again.
Tom raised up from the bed and went to the bathroom to spit.
"I suppose a real man would swallow that," Tom said on his return, "but I have never liked the texture of semen in my mouth. Spitting allows me to do it without gagging and vomiting."
"If it is any comfort to you," Jason answered back, "I don't like swallowing either."
"What are you going to do if one of my sailors comes to see you and a hand job is no longer sufficient to help him out..?
"Well... I will tell him to go see his commander," Jason said...throwing a pillow at his friend.
Tom crawled across the bed and kissed his ships doctor. "I hope you don't object to me doing that," Tom rebutted.
"Not at all...in fact, I rather like a manly man kissing me," Jason replied.
Tom threw the pillow back at Jason.
"Come on Doc...let's go get some dinner."
The air was getting cooler. The waiter had seated them on the patio next to an exterior fireplace. Supper had been steak and lobster...outstanding..! The Inn personnel were lighting the lamps which burned oil. It was too cool for night bugs. They sat and watched the fire as they talked about their port and the day they had enjoyed together. Some musicians arrived after dessert and played guitars and sang native songs. The patio filled up with diners and visitors. A waiter brought a bottle of very good wine. They sipped it as they listened to the entertainers. The evening slipped away. At one point, Tom looked at his watch to discover that it was nearly midnight. Taking a last sip of the wine in his glass...he told Jason that he was going upstairs to their room.
"Stay as late as you want Jase...but I think I will call it a night," he said.
"Hang on...I'll go with you," Jason said. He stood up and followed Tom into the inn and up the stairs. The room was chilly.
"I'm going to close the doors, bud. It is going to get cold tonight."
Jason agreed with the discussion... as he turned back the bed. Tom turned out the lights by the window but left the low light on the bed side table lit. He went to the clothes rack and hung up his evening dress clothing, took off his tee shirt and stepped out of his boxers...leaving him naked. Jason did the same.
"I really like nudity," Jason said to him.
"Yeah, it's great...sleeping without restricting fabric around you," Tom answered him back.
Tom went into the bathroom for another quick shower. Jason did the same on his return to the bed room. It was nearly one in the morning. Jason turned out the light and slid beneath the sheets next to Tom. He reached over and took Tom's hand and squeezed it tightly. Tom kissed him.
"Scoot over here next to me," Tom said..."I want to hold you in my arms.
Jason did as he requested. The natural heat from his body felt good next to him. Tom's penis lay next to the crack of Jason's ass. Jason raised his leg and rearranged it to lay between his legs. He put his leg down over it. It began to harden. Tom extended his groin and pushed his penis deeper.
"Hey tiger...you wanting in there again?"
"I wouldn't mind if you don't care," Tom responded.
Jason handed him the tube of lube and a towel from the drawer of the bed side table. Evidently the maids knew that two men sharing a room would need a little more courtesy items at their disposal. Tom had Jason roll away from him while he positioned the towel in front of himself and had Jason roll back against him. Lubing the proper places, he slowly slipped his penis into Jason's chamber. He pushed forward as far as it would go. Half expecting Jason to complain about the discomfort...he was surprised when Jason scooted back against him for a deeper penetration.
"Slow your stroke, Tom. There is no need for haste."
Tom pulled back for a second and then plunged in again...as deep as he could go. Jason moaned with delight. Tom pulled back again and repeated the thrust. Jason was feeling the tingle of a pummeled prostate...and began to leak pre-cum. After a dozen more strokes...Tom pulled out and rolled over on his back.
"Jase...hop up here and straddle me then ease down on my cock."
Jason did as he was bid. He squatted over Tom...aligning the hard proboscis with his sphincter and sat down on it. He felt Tom go deeper in him than before. Tom hunched upward and Jason groaned.
"Did I hurt you," Tom asked?
"Hell no...do it again only harder," Jason replied.
Tom would speed up then slow down when he felt an orgasm building. He didn't want to hurry. Let's make this last as long as we can, he thought. Jason began to pull up and then sit back on it...feeling Tom's penis go deeper and deeper. The wrist watch on Jason's arm chirped 2 AM. Both men began to grow weary but the intensity of the pleasure level was so high that neither wanted to risk thwarting the moment. Jason was leaking pre-cum in copious amounts. Sensing that the climax was not far away...Tom took some lube and drizzled it over Jason's hard dick. He put one hand over his cock and began to stroke it. With the other hand, he cupped Jason's testicles which were honeycombed with tingling nerve endings. He thrust his penis upward into Jason again and again. The anal nerves were getting so sensitive that Jason was not sure how much longer he would last. Tom's finger tips were lightly glazing over Jason's
scrotum. His hand was oily with lube and stroking up and down on his penis. Jason tightened up, all over.
"Tom, whatever you do...don't stop now. I'm going to cum," Jason commanded. His whole body began to shiver in sexual spasms. He threw his head back and leaned back hard on Tom's cock which was plunging inside him at an increased speed. The orgasmic sensation was like static electricity. It penetrated his whole body. Jason cried out with pleasure...intense, electric, orgasmic, pleasure. He shot a load free from Tom's hand. It went all over Tom's face...then another and another and another.
"Dam doc...if I had not already got you off a couple of times today...I would swear you were shooting a week's load".
"Keep going Tom...I think it is going to do it again," Jason commanded.
Double orgasms are very rare, but true to his feelings, Jason had another intense orgasm as Tom continued to hump him and although the ejaculation was smaller...the intensity of feeling was equal to the pervious one. He shook, panted, breathed erratic and finally pushed Tom's hand away. In an instant he became too sensitive to be touched. Just as this happened...Tom fired. He had his orgasm and shot a load into Jason's canal. It came fast and departed fast...but it felt good and there were no complaints about the quality.
"Climb off Doc, I need to pee... bad," Tom said, helping him get to his feet. Both men hurried to the bathroom. Jason went first to drain and clear his pipes with a urine stream, and then Tom, to do the same. Another quick rinse in the shower... they helped each other dry off with the last of the clean bath towels. Tom pitched the semen laden towel that they had shared as a cum-catcher...on to the floor. Back in bed, Tom once more pulled Jason over next to him close and snuggled up to him. He kissed him on the back of the neck and whispered good night.
"Good night Tom," Jason replied, "and thanks for a really great day."
Sunday morning arrived with again, clear blue skies and cool crisp air. The light in the room began to increase. Hating to get out from under the comfort of the warm sheets and blankets... and the warm body next to him, Jason bolted for the bathroom to pee. On his return to the warmth of the bed, Tom also made a dash for the bathroom. Jason could hear him sigh as he let his stream flow rapidly into the bowl. He stepped to the sink and washed hands and endowment as Jason had previously done and returned to the warmth of the bed.
"What time is it, Jase?"
"Quarter past six," Jason replied.
"Want to sleep another hour or so...or perhaps start the morning with a little exercise," Tom suggested?
Jason laughed, "Exercise, of course."
Tom leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Jason responded in kind. Tom touched Jason's nipple with his tongue before giving it a light squeeze with his teeth. It hardened immediately. He leaned over and did the same with the other. It too hardened on touch. Tom slipped under the sheet and scooted down to face Jason's groin. Damn...he was already at full mast. He ran his tongue along the underside of Jason's erection... before slipping lower to do the same with his scrotum. Moving up just a little he took Jason's cock in his mouth and gave it a good sucking. Jason plunged forward into Tom's mouth. It felt so good.
Tom hurriedly moved to the outside of the sheet and lay heavily on top of Jason. Catching his breath, he again kissed him. Jason reached up and put his arms around Tom's neck and pulled him down on top of him again and held him close feeling his warmth and his large penis laying flat against his own.
"You know Jase...you commented about having a small dick...but five inches hard is nice. You don't have to be hung like a horse to feel good. And you buddy, feel real good to me this morning."
Jason hugged him closer again and held him tight.
"Thanks Tom. You have been a great lover the last day and a half. I don't know when I've had such a good time."
Tom kissed him again and then leaned back a bit to speak.
"Have you enjoyed me enough to do shore leave again with me on our next stop," he asked?
"Your wish is my command, Commander," Jason responded with a wink.
Tom's face became serious. "Not as your commander, Jase... but as your friend. I want to spend more time with you as your friend."
"Then, yes... Tom. I would like to spend more time with you as your friend."
Jason reached up and once again putting his arms around Tom's neck... pulled him down on top of himself again and held him there twice. After a few elongated moments, Tom leaned away again.
"I want to try something different, Jase. I want to lay on my back and you get over the top of me...with your cock and balls hanging in my face...the old 69-er."
Jason quickly pulled out from under his friend and they traded places with Jason as the lighter in weight of the two on top, and lowered himself down on top of his friend in a perfect sixty nine position. Tom opened his mouth and engulfed Jason's penis with in. Jason licked his lips and went down on Tom and for a few moments each tantalized the other's prong. Tom's penis was easily a good eight or nine inches hard. Nearly twice the length of his own. He was a mouth full...but what a great mouth full. Jason, for what he lacked in inches...made up for it in firmness and staying power. Tom was never a size queen but found that if the guy was clean and if he knew his maneuvers...a short hard cock was just as tasty as was a long one that was semi flaccid and unkempt.
It only took a few minutes to get both so excited that they easily shot their loads onto the other's chests. When Jason was getting real close...Tom had stuck his oiled finger into Jason's rectum. As soon as he touched his prostate... the electrical feeling returned and Jason had dropped his load. Tom with a hair trigger...did not take long to do the same. Now, their energy depleted...they hurried to a hot shower together...and emerged squeaky clean and ready for Sunday morning breakfast.
"It is going to be hard to beat, having you for breakfast," Tom said as he
patted Jason on the buttocks and kissed his cheek.
Breakfast consisted of a buffet with all kinds of food. It took nearly an hour to accomplish the task. Both leaned back in their chairs contented with the way the morning was going. Church bells were ringing in the village.
"Jase... I am not a person of any great religious feelings... but I'd like to slip into one of the churches and just observe the service. What do you think?"
Jason smiled back at him. "I'm fine with it. Where would you like to go?"
"St. Matthew's for mass. Would you mind?"
Jason stood up and motioned for him to rise. "Let's go."
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After leaving the church, the two wandered through the town, stopping at several of the little shops to sample the food and to visit with the locals. Two O' Clock rolled around. It was time to report back to the submarine. Gathering up their possessions from their hotel room and one more grope and kiss...they departed for the ship yard. Stepping back into character in their respective uniforms, they stepped apart and became the vessel's commander and the doctor. Once on board, Tom shook the doctor's hand, saluted, and each went to his own station. Shortly there after, the sub was on it's way again.
Before retiring for the night, Jason heard an official knock at the dispensary door. When he opened it...the commander stood there. The doc standing back allowed the commander to enter and closed the door behind him.
"Anyone in sick bay this evening Doctor," he asked.
"No sir, I am alone this evening," the doctor replied.
The commander removed his hat and backed the doctor up against the door and planted a kiss on his lips. Smiling at him as he gazed into the doc's dark brown eyes, kissed him again and told him that he loved him...then turning effortlessly with a smile on his face...slipped quietly out the door.