It was my first Christmas stationed at the little detachment in the Bay Area. Shore duty hadn't been my first choice but the damn detailer wouldn't send me to another ship for back to back sea duty tours. I chose Alameda because that was where my ship had been home ported and I was familiar with and absolutely loved the area. The San Francisco Bay Area was a Gay Sailor's absolute wet dream.

I'd always known I was gay but growing up back in the Midwest that had been little more than a state of mind or state of being. There hadn't been much opportunity to put my sexuality into practice and getting to the Bay Area was like sending a kid to the Candy Store. As a Sailor, I loved sea duty and the Ship was what I wanted, but that had little to do with being gay. Being a gay man on board a Navy Ship was almost nothing like you civilians might imagine from all of those fictitious gay stories you might have read about the Navy. I would describe it as a mix between a blessing and a curse.

Being on an aircraft carrier, which was 100% male at that time, offered a Gay man a whole lot of eye candy (the Navy terminology as "eye ball liberty" but they were generally not referring to looking at cute males when most Sailors used that term). It was strictly: look - don't touch; and that could become pretty damn frustrating, especially during six month deployments and other long underway periods when there was not an opportunity to relieve that frustration.

Men are everywhere on Navy ships – young men. I believe the stat I heard several times was that the average age of Sailors in the Navy is 22, which was damn young considering how old all the senior enlisted and many of the officers are. Of course, not all of them were good-looking but you put 4,000 - 5,000 men on a ship and figure the odds; you find a whole lot of cuties and a damn good number of drop dead gorgeous men, both in and out of uniform.

And speaking of out of uniform, there was a portion of those that you saw in various states of undress every day; those who shared the same berthing area you were assigned to, and an even larger selection in the communal showers that served more than one berthing area. Even the stalls in the head didn't have doors on them. All in all, you get to see a lot of "swinging dicks" when you are stationed on board a Navy Man of War! But I repeat; it was all strictly Off Limits! So, my practice at being gay had been confined to those in port periods when I heard those beautiful words, "LIBERTY CALL … LIBERTY CALL"!

When I asked for and received orders to shore duty on base where my ship had been home ported, it was with those bars, theaters, and adult book stores with the quarter video arcades (many complete with Glory Holes) that I was thinking about. Because it was the Bay Area and directly across the bay from downtown San Francisco, I suppose I should have expected to find a fairly high rate of Gay Sailors stationed there at my shore duty detachment and there was, but don't get too excited just yet. There were just 13 of us at that small detachment, including our (female) Officer In Charge.

The 12 enlisted folk consisted of 8 Female and only 4 Males, counting myself. Exactly 1/2 of the enlisted females I worked with (4) were Lesbians, and surprisingly open about it during the age of "Don't Ask - Don't Tell". The other 4 were married but that didn't mean their sexuality was written in stone and I suspected that 2 of them might have also been closeted Lesbians. At the time of this story, I was pretty sure that I was the only one who was gay and I was deeply closeted at work. I would later learn that two of the others were gay and in a relationship with one another. That left only Freddie, the youngest member of our Detachment who I was sure was terminally Straight.

As a shore duty Sailor, I no longer had access to a berthing area on a ship and I found living in the barracks to be unpleasant. It might have been very different if I'd been luckier in the random assignment of a roommate that shared my room but that was not the case, so I had rather quickly requested and been given permission to live off base and was provided the additional pay (BAQ and VHA) to help pay for some of the costs of having an apartment in town.

Being fairly new at the Detachment, I was trying to score some brownie points with the boss and had managed to secure the use of my apartment complex Rec area for our annual Detachment Christmas Party. It was a large area. It included a social room, a game room, and an indoor-outdoor pool. I was getting the food and drink set up for the party. I'd put the soda and beer on ice before anyone else even arrived. We'd chipped in to get a Honey Baked Ham and everyone brought a covered dish, like we used to do at church gatherings back home. I was just finishing up with getting the food arranged and the paper plates and cups and plastic utensils set up for our little buffet. The women were all in front of me and far away in the other corner of the room, watching soap operas on the big screen TV and cackling like a bunch of hens. I noticed they were in two groups; the Lesbians who were the loudest cacklers and the married women who were more into the soaps on TV.

Freddie was the last to arrive. He lived in the barracks and wasn't able to prepare a dish so we had assigned him to bring the bread and chips. He didn't have wheels so he walked; fortunately my apartment wasn't too far from the main gate of the base, and he had stopped off at the Navy Commissary to pick up his bread and chips on the way.

We shook hands and I greeted Freddie as he dropped off his grocery bag. He took one look over his shoulder at the gaggle of females over in the corner and grimaced. Because we were a 24/7 operation, the other two male Sailors of our Detachment had the duty and were back on base manning the office, leaving Freddie and me as the only males in attendance. I'd only been at that Detachment for about 9 or 10 months. Freddie had been there a little longer but it was his first assignment and he was junior to me in rank and 7 years younger. I didn't know Freddie all that well at the time. He worked in one of the other 4 sections so I only saw him and interacted with him at the All Hands events (mostly monthly meetings and command inspections), and during the 15 minute turnover every four days when his section relieved mine of the duty.

I wouldn't describe Freddie as drop dead gorgeous or hot. He might not have even been "cute" in a classic sense but there was something about him that I found kind of sexy. It's hard to put my finger on it but there was something I did find attractive about the young Sailor. But I didn't think about it much because we did not work closely together and my interests (sexually) were on the much safer civilian population of San Francisco where I spent most of my Liberty time and let the gay me be me!

Freddie was 19 years old. He was tall and kind of gangly. He had a kind of an "Aw Shucks" innocence about him that I found appealing. He had brown hair (not my favorite color) and usually wore it long enough to be barely within regulations and appeared that it would probably be wavy or curly enough to be kind of "wild" in style if he wasn't forced to keep it within Navy standards. He had brown eyes to match his hair. Beyond that he's not easy to describe in detail. His mouth was a little on the large size and so was his nose – not to the point of being unattractive. As I said, he couldn't be described as classically cute but he wasn't bad looking either and there was some mysterious quality about him that appealed to me. Freddie always looked his best in his dress Blue Jumper which I always though was designed with taller men (long legs) in mind.

There was nothing special about the way he looked in his working blues or whites, and in my opinion his dungarees (which could be a very hot uniform for Sailors who knew how to rock that uniform) were much too baggy on him.

"I know!" I laughed as I saw the grimace on Freddie's face as he saw the women over in the corner and heard all the cackling. I didn't see anything else in his hand after he dropped his grocery bag on the table. "Didn't you take my advice?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh Yeah. I have them on under my jeans." Freddie glanced back at the gaggle over by the TV and grimaced again. "Thanks, I think I'll do that right now if I have time," he said.

"Sure … I don't think they are in any hurry to eat. You should at least have time for a short dip," I suggested as I nodded to the glass double doors behind us which lead to the indoor-outdoor pool in the other part of the rec area.

I took a moment to place the items Freddie had brought with him on the table where I wanted them and followed Freddie into the pool area. I had also put my swim trunks on under my jeans. I was sitting on a lounge chair and slowly removing my shoes and socks as Freddie prepared to dive into the pool. I was disappointed to see the very baggy pair of board type trunks he was wearing, I would have preferred a nice tight Speedo to give me something to look at. Freddie was going to be all I had for the duration of that event.

Freddie dived in head first and took a long glide toward the far end of the pool. The head first dive hadn't been advisable considering the baggy trunks and he had to have been as surprised as I was when the force of the water as he dove into the pool ripped his suit right off. I tore my jeans off as quickly as possible and dived in after him. Freddie had stopped his glide and made the turn to come back and retrieve his trunks that had been left floating near the surface but I got to them first. His face was beat red as he stopped swimming and stood blushing in front of me.

"Thanks," he said sheepishly.

But instead of handing his trunks to him I tossed them out of the pool.

"Hey!"

I don't know what possessed me. I wrapped my arms around Freddie's waist as he started toward the far edge of the pool where I had thrown his trunks. I pulled him away and toward the other side of the pool.

"Hey!" he repeated. "What the …?"

I had pushed him against the side of the pool and I dropped my hand and groped his package. The kid was huge. I thought of the stories one of the married women in the Detachment was fond of repeating, stating her opinion that all tall, skinny men were very well hung. I never knew if there was any truth to that but it was obvious that Freddie would have supported her contention.

"What … What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing?" Freddie stuttered.

He tried to push me away but I squeezed his nads a little harder and he stopped. I had him pinned against the side of the pool. Freddie glanced nervously over his shoulder, toward where the women were on the other side of the glass double doors and on the other side of that room. I thought we were probably fairly safe because they did not have an angle that would allow them to see us from where they were, but if someone wandered over to the table to grab a snack or just check things out they might have spotted us if they peaked through the doors. So, I put my left hand on Freddie's shoulder, keeping my grip on his genitals with my right and guided him further from the doors toward the far corner of the pool so that anyone would have to actually enter the pool room to see what we were doing. When I had Freddie in the corner of the pool where I wanted him, I released his family jewels.

"Hey man … I don't know what you think you're doing but I ain't no fag", he said angrily.

He kept his voice low enough that he couldn't be heard in the other room. I think the fear of being discovered worried him more than the idea of what I might have in mind. He kept looking nervously toward those doors.

"Relax Freddie!" I told him as I bent my knees and slipped below the surface of the water.

Freddie had a very nice dick. As they say, looks can be deceiving. In spite of the frequent preaching I had heard so often from one of the married women in the Detachment, who apparently had a skinny husband, about all skinny men and boys being hung like a stud mule, I would have never guessed that Freddie was so well endowed until he lost his trunks and the mystery was solved. There actually wasn't any mystery. I'd never really thought about what the youngest member of our detachment might be packing.

Freddie's cock was nice and long, and considering he was completely flaccid at the moment, it was surprisingly plump. He wasn't freaking out or anything, not thrashing violently or throwing punches, but Freddie had one hand on my shoulder and the other in the middle of my chest trying to push me away and keep me from doing what it was quite obvious I wanted to do when I slipped beneath the waves like a submarine … DIVE! DIVE!

Freddie actually won the first round and I had to come up for air, empty handed – but it wasn't my hands that I had a problem with being empty. He wasn't the strongest guy in the world, but skinny or not, those long arms gave him plenty of leverage and with his back against the side of the pool Freddie also had a more steady base than I did with my feet slipping a bit on the floor of the pools as we battled. It was my cunning that finally gave me the upper hand. I cupped Freddie's balls in my hand and he immediately made a tactical withdrawal from my shoulders and chest to defend the family jewels.

MISTAKE. As soon as he dropped his guard, he left my real objective wide open as I was able to lean in and with one hand still free to assist, my mouth scooped up his dangling meat. Freddie's initial reaction was to thrash about and try to pull his cock free from my sucking mouth. There was no doubt that his efforts to deny me the pleasure of sucking his dick were sincere, but the longer I managed to keep my prize right where I wanted it, the more I could feel it plumping up more and more and the more I could feel his active resistance steadily waning.

I stayed under as long as I could hold out; fearing that once I released Freddie's torpedo to surface for some fresh air it would necessitate another struggle to recapture the ground I would have to reluctantly surrender for a few gulps of air. So I performed an emergency blow, but as I came to the surface I replaced my mouth with my hand as I wrapped a fist firmly around Freddie's long dick.

"Now there … that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked.

The look in Freddie's eyes was not exactly friendly at that point, and he stubbornly refused to answer. I wasn't just holding onto his cock as I filled my lungs with all the oxygen I could store up for my next assault; I was stroking that big snake and it was still growing. After a couple strokes, Freddie glanced over his shoulder again. When he turned back to let me see his face again, the look had softened a little. He still wasn't an eager or active participant at that point but I sensed that Freddie's fear and anxiety had become less about actually having his dick played with than it was about the possibility of getting caught having sex with another man. He turned to quickly glance over his shoulder yet again, fearing that someone was going to walk through those doors at any second. When he did, I went for one of his nipples.

Freddie hissed and his body tensed. His hands came up defensively but they stopped before he completed his initial idea about pushing me away. I could tell by the way his cock throbbed hard in my grasp that Freddie liked the feeling of me sucking on his tit … something I was pretty sure he'd never experienced. His cock throbbed so hard that for a second I thought he might have just prematurely ejaculated.

When I took it to the next level and started nibbling and chewing on his hardening nip Freddie began to squirm, hard. He wasn't trying to pull away … well, maybe he kind of was in a half hearted way. The new sensation he was feeling was obviously intense and I think there was an initial flight instinct that had kicked in but at the same time there was another part of him that didn't want those sensations to stop and I sensed an inner battle within himself. Once more, Freddie glanced nervously toward those double doors. By then, I was pretty sure that his cock had fully inflated and wasn't going to get any harder, and I slipped below the surface again and took his surprisingly huge meat torpedo between my lips with no resistance.

I'd never sucked dick under water before but it seemed somehow fitting that my first taste of Squid should come submerged. Freddie's demeanor had totally changed from the first attempt to suck his big member and I suspected there was probably some moaning and groaning going on, most likely subdued as much as he could manage for fear of attracting attention from the women in the next room, but that was only speculation because I was underwater and couldn't hear any sounds I might have been eliciting as I gorged myself on my first Navy crank.

I performed as many repetitions as I could, sliding back and forth along Freddie's long pole until I was once again forced to come to the surface for air. While I was refilling my lungs, I took a moment to introduce Freddie's other nipple to the delicious manipulations its mate had enjoyed earlier. The results were the same.

When I'd replenished my air supply I slipped beneath the surface again, but on a whim I switched tactics and made another sneak attack. Freddie didn't know what I had in mind until it was too late. I'd turned and backed up between his legs which I then lifted up. It was easy to do considering the buoyancy that supported so much of Freddie's already not so considerable weight. His legs were outstretched and just barely below the surface of the water and not quite parallel to the surface which had changed his hard dick from a torpedo to a periscope protruding high above the water. With him hoisted into that position above me I darted my tongue between his cheeks and introduced him to a little something called rimming.

Freddie's butt, which was the first thing I had seen naked when his baggy trunks had deserted him when he first dove into the pool wasn't big at all, just a little peanut butt as I like to call the little ones like his, but it was surprisingly firm and pretty well-rounded for such a skinny kid. Being a confirmed butt muncher I just couldn't resist taking a little taste. One of the good things about a skinny little butt is that the cheeks are small and don't require you to penetrate them as far as you'd ordinarily have to before reaching the promised land. That allowed me to get in quick while I still had the advantage of surprise and when I poked Freddie's pucker he damn near shot up entirely out of the water. When gravity took over and he settled back down, my tongue was still there waiting for him. As I said, I am a confirmed butt licker and that boy's butt was MY-T-FINE! I could have munched on it for days but not while it (and I) was underwater. Even Sailors can't stay submerged that long without scuba gear unless they are in a submarine.

"Did you like that?" I asked after I finished gasping for air, having almost stayed under too long, enjoying Freddie's butt for as long as possible.

Just like a good military man … Freddie would neither confirm nor deny that he'd enjoyed having me eat his ass out for him. He tried … oh how he tried to hide his true feelings by disguising his true feelings but I could tell he'd liked it, even though he might not ever admit it. Under different circumstances I'd have probably gone right back to munching on his cute butt some more, but then under other circumstances I probably wouldn't have stopped in the first place. I grabbed Freddie around the waist with both hands and gave him the old alley-oop. Fortunately, he recognized what I was going to do at the last second and bent his knees and gave a little hop to help me lift him out of the water. I might have been able to accomplish it without his help; he was pretty skinny but he was also kind of tall and once I gotten him mostly out of the water and lost the weightlessness that comes with buoyancy I might not have launched his body high enough to park his cute little butt on the side of the pool without a little assistance.

Once I had him seated on the pools edge my mission was as clear as it could be. Freddie's cock was as hard as a piece of re-bar and pointed straight at the ceiling. It had just enough of an angle to have a slight gap between his dick and his tummy instead of pressing flat against his abs. It looked even larger out of the water than it had looked while it was below the surface, especially when I was looking down at it from above the surface. His balls were already starting to draw up and the head of his big dick and the first inch or so of the shaft had turned an angry looking, bright red. But the part I couldn't resist if I'd wanted to was the way it was throbbing, even without being touched. Every time his heart beat his dick would throb. I wasted no time going down on him again, and this time, without the affects of oxygen depletion I had no intention of stopping until I could say "Mission Accomplished!"

As I was going down on his dick, barely getting the head back between my lips, Freddie was once again nervously looking over his shoulder. By the time I'd gobbled down half his long shaft he'd leaned back with his hands on the deck behind him to brace himself. He'd let out another long, loud hisssssss as I swallowed the head of his dick. Once I had started my dive, I was determined to not stop until I reached bottom. I had to suppress my gag reflex as I neared his root, that sucker was mighty long and I hadn't had my tonsils tickled like that very often or very lately. When finally I pressed my lips firmly against his prickly pubes and swallowed hard to better accommodate the business end of his dick in my throat Freddie rewarded my efforts with a satisfied, "AHHhhhhhhhhhhhh". I didn't have to ask him if he liked that.

I started bobbing up and down rapidly on that boy's cock. Freddie didn't maintain that posture where he was leaning back on his hands for very long. He quickly sat up straight, at least for a little while, but the more I sucked his dick the more he would lean over the top of my head every time I bottomed out and his dick head slid down my throat. That part of his first blow job also brought another contented "AHHHHhhhhhh" from somewhere deep within him. I knew this wasn't going to be one of those long drawn out blow jobs, and it was probably just as well since someone could have gotten hungry and come looking for us at any second. That was part of the reason I didn't play around with Freddie much at all but just went right after what I wanted and what more and more with each passing second he NEEDED!

I knew Freddie was almost there when he gave up his purely passive role and put both hands on the sides of my head and tried forcing me up and down on his pulsing shaft. As I decided on my next move, I could tell that Freddie's climax was almost imminent. I had to reluctantly remove my mouth from around his dick for just a few seconds as I once again grabbed him around his waist and lifted him into the air. It was a much easier task than the previous move and was easier to accomplish without his help since once I had his butt barely clear of the deck and pulled him toward me I could just let gravity take over and ease him back into the water. I'd never sucked a guy off under water before, but it just seemed like something I had to try while the opportunity was right there in front of me like it might never be again.

It was a good thing I hadn't waited much longer. I'd barely gotten my lips wrapped back around his dick and was still in the process of swallowing it when Freddie bucked and I felt his dick throb hard inside my mouth. I'm not sure exactly what happened; probably something about the excitement of the moment, but I found that I wasn't going to be able to stay under as long as I had the previous times. I only had half of Freddie's long dick inside of me when he stifled a loud moan the best he could and I felt his dick swell suddenly and begin to throb wildly as he filled my mouth with the first blast of cum that signaled his climax had arrived.

I was forced to very reluctantly surrender that erupting penis and come up for air. As I stood there with my mouth almost completely filled with that first blast of Sailor semen, rolling it around in my mouth and savoring every last drop before I swallowed it greedily. I was looking straight down and watching Freddie's dick continue to fire off round after round of jizz into the pool. What a fucking awesome sight that was!

I could sense that the speed of the cum erupting from his balls, through the tube that dominated the soft underbelly of his long dick and finally blasting out of his cum slit just as it was when he so quickly filled my mouth with that first huge salvo but you could see it suddenly hit the brakes as it passed into the water and spread oh so sexily into visible ropes of cum suspended in the water just below the surface. It was a sight that very nearly caused me to cum in my trunks and I just hoped that none of the women would come back to check out the pool too closely for a while and that the cum would dissipate or become so diluted that it couldn't be detected before any of the apartment staff found evidence of what we had done in their swimming pool.

Freddie had to lean against me for support for a little while after he'd finished cumming really hard and quite long, but when he regained his strength he seemed to be a little embarrassed and broke contact as he scampered out of the pool and into his clothes without even drying off first.

It was probably two or three weeks before things got back to normal between Freddie and me, who had never really been all that close before. A couple of months later Freddie was promoted and became a Navy Petty Officer (Third Class). Things had gotten a little friendlier, but non-sexual, between us during the brief periods when our sections would turn over the watch. At his Frocking ceremony after I tacked on his crow, I approached Freddie with a proposition.

Now that he was a Petty Officer, he was eligible to move off base and receive additional pay allowances to help offset the costs of rent and groceries. I already knew from hearing him tell stories that he was less than happy with his situation in the barracks and told him that if he was interested and looking for a place to live, he was welcome to become my roommate and split the rent. He'd only seen the outside of the apartments and the rec center, not my apartment, but it was pretty evident that they were nice apartments and had the added advantage (especially for someone in Freddie's situation, without a car) of being within pretty easy walking distance of the base.

Freddie asked for a day or two to think about it and about a week later when his request chit was approved we became roommates — with some great benefits!​