While serving in the Navy I found many chances to check out my shipmates. This particular episode happened while on a six month deployment to the Med.

I used to work out at various times depending on my work and watch schedules. I frequently found a very nice looking Bear in the ship's gym. Tall thin and covered in hair. I managed to move my work out times to match his. We started working out together and running while in port. He was good, always forcing me to do one more rep or lap.

The best part was after our work outs. Marc had a habit of after taking off his sneakers and socks just walking into the shower dressed. He would wet down, soap his shirt, peal it off, rinse it out and drop it outside the shower on the deck. It was hard not to stare. The water running down his tight body glistened in all his hair. His unlined nylon shorts left nothing to my imagination. These too would get soaped then stripped off and rinsed.

This would leave him as I preferred. In his jock, water running down his hairy body. There were many times I knew he was aware of my stares but he said nothing. Public heads are not the safest places on ships. He seemed to enjoy soaping his jock before taking it off and dropping it on the deck. He would take his time soaping up and rinsing off before leaving me to finish in private. The joke on ships is 'They told me wash it, but never said how long." I have made more than my fair share of 'drain babies'.

One evening I was in my shop and Marc came in dressed to work out. He asked me if I wanted to join him. I, of course, jumped at the chance. As I got up to lock the safe, he turned and locked the door. I stopped, waiting. He stood behind me and I turn to him slowly. He had his hands on the front of his shorts and it was obvious he hadn't bothered with his jock. We didn't say a word as I dropped to my knees and he lowered the waist band. Finally after months of hoping here was this hunk of meat just waiting for me. I slowly ran my tongue around the shaft then took the head in. As I worked the shaft I gripped his sack, nice size and feeling full. I let him drive into my mouth, running my hands up under his shirt and through the forest that covered him front and back. He erupted and I swallowed all had. When he finished spewing, I stood and he headed for the door. Turning with a wink he thanked me for the workout and left.

I relocked the door and took care of my own needs. During that six month deployment we continued to work out together, in and out of the gym.