When I was 26 I was in the Navy stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. We were one man short and my unit was due to receive a new member to replace a recently discharged sailor and I was hoping it would be a competent Seabee.

When the new guy walked through the door, I was shocked. It was Craig Martin, a friend of mine from boot camp and Seabee training school. I said hi, helped him get his paperwork in order and asked him where he was going to be living. He didn't know yet if he wanted to live in the barracks or, because of his rank, he had the option of live off-base. I asked him if he wanted to stay at my place for a few weeks 'til he got the lay of the land and he said, "Sure…" then he gave me a man hug and we were off to my place.

This last part surprised me because the last time I saw Craig we had a slight 'altercation' in that we were showering in the barracks — that's when there was one big shower, not a bunch of sissy stalls. Anyway, Craig was about 6 or 8 feet across the shower from me and I was caught in a trance staring at his ass and then his cock, as I soaped up my cock and balls…and he just stood there and watched me until I looked up and knew that he'd caught me. That was all before, 'Don't ask, Don't tell'. Craig never said a thing. He just gathered up his showering things and towel and left the men's shower room and returned to his locker and rack area. We never discussed it, and I tried to avoid him for a few weeks to let the dust settle – so's to speak.

My two-bedroom townhouse was roomy enough that we didn't get in each other's way, but I still was able to admire the body that I had admired all that time during boot camp and then in 'A' school for our Seabee ratings, several years ago.

Craig's 6'2", about 190/200 pounds, with black hair, amazing blue eyes, sparkling white teeth and a killer smile. He had a rakish grin and could charm the panties off any woman quicker than a tornado. Having him around was simultaneously torturous and exquisite. After a couple of weeks, we kinda settled into a routine where we carpooled back and forth to the base and got cleaned up and would go out carousing for a while.

I typically ended at home catching whatever game was on while he came back several hours later. Not that I'm not a partier, but I just wasn't up for a lot of it right then. Well, one night that all changed.

Craig had been seeing some skirt for about a week or so. He was supposed to be going out to eat and then see a movie with her on a Sunday afternoon. I was at home watching the Redskins get their ass tromped by the Cowboys when he comes in unexpectedly at the start of the third quarter. I figured he wouldn't be home for another two to three hours.

"Hey, date not go well?" I asked.

"Ya know, I was sitting there watching her eat and I though, 'What the fuck am I doing here?' I waited 'til we were done eating and then I told her I had enjoyed our time, but this just really wasn't working out," Craig said. "So I dropped her off at her place and called it a day."

"I see," I said.

"Do you really?" he asked me, watching me the whole time.

I went back to watching the game and Craig came over and flopped down on the sofa. What I thought was odd was he had put his feet up on the armrest and had his head almost touching my right thigh.

"What's the score?" he asked.

"24-3, Cowboys. So, what made you dump the broad?" I replied.

After a long pause he said, "I don't know, it just felt like something was missing." He turned his head away from the game and looked up at me. His eyes have always been difficult for me to look at; they're an amazing shade of blue, lighter at the center, darker toward the outside. I just want to stare into them, but I thought that would make Craig uncomfortable so I just avoided looking him in the eye. I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship, so I just continued watching the game.

"You never really look at me when we talk," he said. "We've been drunk together, fucked girls in tandem beds, shit man, you've held my head while I puked in the porcelain phone — ya even gave me a good checking out once… But you can't look me in the eye when we talk …What's up?" he asked.

I looked back at him and decided to take a chance. "Well, I think you've got great eyes and I didn't want you to feel weird about it. See, now I've said it and every time I look at you, you're gonna think about it and it could be weird."

"I don't think it's weird at all. I think it's kinda cool." He looked at me and rolled over, facing me. "I think yours are great too. You remember when I caught you checking me out in the shower…" he didn't wait for an answer but said, "I wanted to do more there, but got scared that someone would walk in on us and we'd get brig time and then thrown out of the Navy." And then, totally unexpectedly, he rose up, put his hand behind my neck, pulling my face towards himself and he gently kissed me.

As his lips touched mine, I was in shock. Then, I quickly snaked my arms around his chest and kissed him back. I felt his lips separate and our tongues met. I felt the muscles in his back, hard and rubbery, moving as he shifted further up the sofa. His breath was hot on my cheek and all I could think of was, "Is this happening?"

He broke the kiss and said, "You still wanna watch the game?"

I didn't even answer. I just reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt. Although we had lived together for several weeks, I hadn't seen him naked since we were both 18 and in boot camp. I could tell from the fit of his clothes that his body had changed and I could also tell that he was having a sudden swelling in his jeans and I couldn't wait to see him out of them again to see how much he'd changed.

As I got all the buttons undone, I opened the shirt, and discovered that his smooth white 18-year old chest had become a tanned, muscular, hairy, thing of beauty in his mid 20s. He obviously trimmed his dense black mat down to a perfect layer of coarse chest hair stubble. I rubbed my hands over his firm pecs, gently gripping one nipple between my right thumb and forefinger. Craig took a slight breath of air, held it, and kissed me even harder. I broke the kiss and said, "c'mon", nodding my head toward my room.

As we stood up, I gently pulled his shirt from his shoulders, revealing a defined, but not overly-built, upper body. As he walked away from me I reveled in watching the muscles of his lower back and shoulders flex and sway. "You've been working out and eating right, I can see," I said. He flashed that killer smile over his shoulder as he walked down the hall.

He walked in front of me into my room and I quickly caught up with him, reaching around to feel his chest and abs once again. At 6'1", I was able to easily spin him around and kiss him standing up. As I once again ran my hands over his chest, Craig said, "My turn to see how much you've changed." He quickly whipped my t-shirt over my head and stepped back, "Nice work" he commented.

I'd been a gym fanatic over the last 6 years, putting on almost 35 lbs and at 200 lbs, I looked pretty damn good. Craig stepped up and ran his hands down my hairless chest, sucking first one nipple then the other. Moans of joy slowly rose from my throat. His hands worked lower, finding the button on my cargo shorts, lowering the zipper, and dropping them to the floor. My 8½-inch uncut cock was causing a severe tenting of my black boxer briefs that was almost painful. The precum had created a wet-spot and Craig paused and smiled.

"Looks like you're really enjoying this, huh?" he teased.

"You have no idea," I replied.

I grabbed him under his underarms and brought him upright again, moving down his chest, following his trimmed stomach hair past his belly button down to his shorts. I noticed a faint smell of rich cologne, something sandlewood and spicy, "My god, you smell wonderful," I said.

"Ohhhh," was all he could reply as I undid his trousers let them drop, and pulled down his boxers to let his extremely hard cock drop into my hands. It was probably close to 8 inches, but was amazingly thick and as memory served me he also was uncut, but because of the girth, his foreskin pulled back slightly causing a circle about the size of a quarter of cockhead to be peeking out at me. I wanted to enjoy this first moment of exploration of his dick. I slowly ran my hands the length of him, slowly getting to his nutsack. Although his chest, abs, and legs were densely hairy, he had taken great effort to closely crop his pubic hair, with his cock and scrotum completely hairless. I couldn't resist licking his hairless nuts, gently drawing first one, then the other into my mouth.

"Oh, shit. No chick has ever done that, Pete," he moaned. Still holding his cock, I stood up, quickly kissing him again and pushed him gently onto my bed. I moved back down to his cock, enjoying Craig's quick intakes of breath and deep moans with every touch. His cock was unbelievably hard, with veins roping around it thick with blood. I pulled the foreskin back slightly to expose the entire head and then licked the head and corona, tasting his pre-cum. He bucked hard against my face. I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, paying great attention to his frenulum and then giving his nuts some attention too. Then I decided to go further. I'd never rimmed a guy before, but something told me that I wanted to tongue Craig's puckering rosebud.

As I lifted his legs up onto my shoulders, he said, "Watcha doing? Are you gonna…? Oh, my god! Shit, holy fuck…don't stop!" My tongue slowly worked back to his pink ass that was winking at me. He was clenching it extremely tight. The hard man-smell was strong, and amazing. I licked and probed. With each lick Craig loosened up a little, and within minutes I began sliding my tongue slowly into him. Again he cried out in ecstasy, "Oh please. Don't ever stop!"

I worked him for a few minutes until he was a sloppy mess, then I began to work my way back towards his cock, which was oozing a huge amount of pre-cum. As I took the head of his cock into my mouth I gently slid my finger into his now relaxed asshole. Craig's back arched and he took a huge gasp of air, "YES!" was all I could hear.

I slowly probed for his prostate as I firmly worked his tool. His ass loosened up further, so I put another finger in. His reaction was the same energetic writhing. I went for a third finger and was surprised as he quickly pushed himself down onto my massaging digits.

"Yes, don't stop. My ass has never felt so good! Oh God, please don't stop doing that to me!" Craig moaned. I knew that now was the time for me to take him. I reached under the bed with my free hand and found one of my bottles of lube. I quickly lubed my oozing cock and stood up with Craig's ankles on my shoulders. He looked me in the eyes with a touch of both fear and desire. I placed my cock in my palm as I still had three fingers in his ass and said, "Just keep enjoying it."

I gently placed the slippery head of my cock against his virgin ass, removed my fingers, and slid just the head into his hot, tight hole. He was magnificently tight. He sighed and said, "Ohhhhh". I was surprised because I figured my cock might be a bit much for him to take, but it slid home like his ass was individually handcrafted for my own cock. I slowly started a deep rhythm. Craig's eyes were gleaming at me as his tight hole gripped my cock. I picked up speed and started pounding deeply into his tight man-hole and his cock jumped again and again off of his stomach with every thrust of my cock into his pussy. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he yelled, "Holy Shit, Man… I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Great ropes of white jizz shot out of his veined cock, landing on his neck and chest.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming too!" I groaned. I could feel my balls tingle and burn and then wave after wave of hot cum poured into his ass in spasms. I could feel Craig's ass hole muscles spasming as he shot his load also. His fuck tunnel had become slippery with my cum, but I didn't want to pull out just yet. As I softened, I slowly stroked his softening cock to milk him of his last few drops of cum. I leaned forward to lick the cum off his neck and chest and my limp cock pulled out of his hole, and my cum trailed out of his hole before it could shrink back and close up tight again. Then he quickly tightened up his hole in a spasm and it was like my cock and cum had never been there. Just a clean, pink, damp, hairless rosebud. There was a dark ring of moist hair that framed that beautiful puckering hole.

I lay down on top of him, "Wow," was all I said as the cum I missed compressed between our chests.

"Yeah, but I'm not done with you yet," he replied. He quickly kissed me pushing his tongue deep into my mouth and as he tasted his own fuck juices he moaned and then he slithered his sweaty body out from under mine, moving into the bathroom and returning quickly with a warm cloth. He descended on my cock, cleaning and wiping our sex off of me and then he took my still flaccid cock gently into his mouth and suckled on it like a babe on its mother's nipple.

I quickly regained my hard-on and his suckling went from a nursing baby to a serious cock sucker plying his wares. I watched him rhythmically slide up and down my long swollen shaft which disappeared down his throat.

I had jacked off to this very scenario numerous times in the past and to have it now as a reality was incredibly amazing. Craig was born to suck cock. He was incredible at sucking cock.

"You're amazing. This can't be your first blow job." I stated.

He paused in his cock worship, "Actually, yes. I'm just trying everything a fucking cunt wouldn't do for me, but I always wanted done to me."

He eagerly resumed his consumption of my cock, working first my nuts, then going further back. He put one finger against my tight ass and began to work it inside. I was urging him on, placing my hands on his head, and he never let up on my cock. As he slipped one finger inside me, I knew I was going to cum anytime. Then the tip of his finger brushed my prostate and I was finished.

"I'm gonna blow, man," I warned him. He refocused his attention on my cock. Again, I felt my cum spurting up from deep in my nuts and then exploding out of me. I came huge gobs, harder than the first time. I was amazed at Craig's persistence and ability to swallow it all — for a first-timer, a near miracle with my copious load.

"Wow," he said, "that's a lot of cum. I thought I was going to gag and suffocate."

I was completely spent. I lay back on the bed and he climbed up next to me, curling into my shoulder. Tired as I was, I couldn't resist playing with him as I lay there panting. He was already hard, so I wrapped my hand around his wonderfully thick cock and slowly massaged the head with his foreskin. It worked great with the cum as lube, just like mine has always done as I daydreamed about Craig sucking on my cock over the years.

I began to slowly pull his cock. His manhood was still slick with his cum and I continued to work it. Slowly, patiently I worked him up. I bent down and began kissing him as his breath got more ragged.

"Please, faster, now!" he begged. But, I kept my pace constant and slow.

"Aaaaagh!" Craig yelled as he shot his cum. It was the most amazing orgasm I've ever witnessed as his cock became like a machine gun, shooting small bursts of thick white cum in rapid succession for at least 15 or 20 seconds. He started to squirm and tried to grab my wrist as his cock was going into that stage right after you cum wehre your cock head is too sensitive to allow anyone to touch it, but I quickly flung my torso over his lower abdomen and kept jacking him off, holding him down with my own weight and not allowing him to pull my hand away either. Now, I picked up my pace, faster and faster through his orgasm I jacked him. He was bucking and yelling at the top of his lungs, and cumming in that rapid fire squirting until he was completely silent and still and his body just dropped like he was dead.

His rapid breathing was all I heard. "Craig?" I asked, "You all right, man?" I couldn't believe it. He'd passed out!

Then he opened his eyes and said, "Holy fuck, man. That was just too powerful."

I turned around and leaned into him and kissed him full on the mouth and then pulled the cum-soaked sheet and blankets up over us and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, we got up and went to work like any other day.

Eventually Craig found his own place and moved out, but we never lost touch after that span of being roommates.

We had many more days and nights of fun and I still see him on leave and other trips we take together. Occasionally he'll come over for a weekend telling me, "My ass just missed you and needed a fucking good pounding, and I miss sucking on that big fat cock, handsome," as he'd grope my swollen cock.