Sailors Fantasy

By Don G

Published on Dec 1, 2005

Gay

Kline made himself stay away from the Captain all throughout the rest of the week. He let Hanson have the space and time he needed to figure things out, on his own terms, and in his own time. For Kline's part, more than ever, he was convinced that he wanted to pursue something with Hanson. And as he woke with the sun on his face his first thoughts were on what the Captain had decided.

Kline swung his legs over the edge of the bed and shut off his unneeded alarm. He stood all the way up on his toes and stretched. His naked body wasn't quite awake yet and he let the stretch linger. His dick was hard with early morning wood, and he fondled himself as he walked to the bathroom.

His hands spent a little longer than usual on his cock, and he began to stroke himself as he stood at the sink. He looked at his hand sliding up and down his thick shaft and his throat rumbled in a low groan. He felt his nuts begin to hug his body and his pace quickened.

He gritted his teeth and thought about screwing Hanson silly. His hand was sticky with pre-come and he rose up on the balls of his feet as he neared the point of no return.

His phone rang.

"Damn it!" He swore and tried to keep his concentration on his dick. Another ring shattered the moment. "Argh!" He walked, hard and frustrated over to the phone.

"Hello!" His voice carried some of the irritation he felt.

"Kline?" Hanson said. "Bad time to call?"

He let go of his annoyance and laughed. "Well, not exactly. It was promising to be a really good time, but then the phone rang."

Hanson understood and snickered. "Really? Sorry about interrupting." Hanson paused for a second. "Why are you beating off? It's Saturday."

Kline frowned. "I know. I didn't want to be ... ah, such a slave to my dick." He shrugged. "I wanted to have some control over myself this time. That way we don't do something you don't want to do."

Hanson smiled. "Don't worry about that. You can jerk off if you want, but don't feel like you have to for me."

Kline stroked himself a few more times, and then forced his hand off his cock. "You sure?" He laughed. "I'm pretty wound up today."

"Yes. I'm sure." There was no pause before Hanson answered. "You ready to go? I can come pick you up."

Kline looked down at his sticky penis and naked, sweaty body. "Well, not really. But come on over if you don't mind letting yourself in."

"I don't mind. See you in a few minutes."

They hung up and Kline unlocked the front door then jumped in the shower. He washed himself quickly and was putting on his boxers when the door opened. Hanson walked in and the Lt. stuck his head around the doorway leading to the living room.

"Hey there Captain." Kline smiled. "Have a seat and I'll be ready in a minute."

Hanson nodded and sat on the couch. He lay back and from his vantage point, he found that he could see into the Lt's bedroom. He watched silently as Kline pulled on a pair of slacks. He ran his eyes up to the big man's exposed chest and arms, then to his face. Kline stopped dressing and he stood there, looking back with a lop-sided grin on his face.

"Like what ya see?"

Hanson shook his head. "Nah."

Kline laughed and reached for his shirt. "That's why you were staring, right?"

Hanson stretched on the couch and smiled. "I'm just wondering what the hell is taking you so long." Kline guffawed. Obviously, he wasn't convinced. He put on his shoes, then stood and walked to the living room.

"Ready?" He looked down at the very relaxed-looking marine.

Hanson gazed up at Kline and let a smile creep across his face. "You know, I think I am." He looked at Kline for a few moments longer, and then got up. "Let's go."

James had sweet Hawaiian rolls, a small block of havarti cheese and some fruit sitting out on his coffee table. And of course, the customary three cups of coffee were there, steaming away and filling the room with the smell of the deep roasted blend he loved.

He opened the door and Hanson walked in followed by Lt. Kline.

"Hello Crawford." Captain Hanson said. His eyes rested calmly on James, and the sailor could have sworn he even saw the man smile.

"Hel ... hello sir." He stared after Hanson as he walked past and sat in front of his mug. He turned back to Kline. "Good morning Lt."

"Mornin'." Kline seemed to be in a good mood too and sat next to Hanson. He immediately reached for some bread and cheese. Hanson shook his head.

"Always hungry."

"Hush, ya twig." Kline joked easily with his Captain.

James cocked his head to the side, and stood at the door. He stared at them until he realized that the door was open and he still held the handle in his hands. He closed the door and walked to his chair. The slim sailor sat down and frowned a little at the men as they ate and drank. "So. How are you both?"

"Good." Kline put a healthy slice of havarti on a roll and tried to decide if he should eat that or a banana first. "You're getting close to getting out. You excited?" Kline picked the roll and cheese and bit into his makeshift sandwich.

Crawford stared at them, and forced his mind to work. "Uh, sure. Yeah. I've not really had time to think about it." What the hell is up with them?' He thought. They're taking the initiative to chat with me. And Hanson was almost nice!' Something was different. James watched the men carefully as they had their breakfast.

Hanson looked over at Kline and chatted easily. Kline smiled and answered. It was like James didn't exist, and the two laughed, talked, and ate. James just watched, fascinated by their deepening friendship. He was literally seeing it evolve, week after week. He felt an unexpected pang of jealousy in his heart at their new-found closeness. He let his mind wander back to a lover he'd once had. Troy was his name. He thought about their love and their connection and was reminded of him as he watched the two marines on his couch. He inhaled in realization.

Love.' He stared at the wall, lost in thought. They're falling in love.' His face softened and James tempered his jealousy with something like happiness for the men.

"Crawford?" James gave a start and Hanson frowned down at him. He and Kline stood next to the bedroom door. James hadn't even noticed when they got up. The Captain had one brow raised and he looked at James with an appraising eye. "You coming?"

Kline and Hanson walked into the room and closed the door. James stared at it. "Amazing." He murmured. He got up, went to the door, and entered.

James walked to his wicker chair and stripped off his clothes as he crossed the room. He sat and positioned himself so he could watch the two men in front of him. Hanson and Kline stood, waiting patiently as James got comfortable.

"All right gentlemen." The sailor let his mind shift back to his dominant role in this little game. "Let's get this ..." He looked on in mild disbelief as Hanson reached out and took Kline in his arms. The two men kissed. Their eyes were closed, and they kissed with a gentle passion that James hadn't seen in a long time. Kline's huge hand ran up Hanson's back and rubbed the back of his head as they kissed. The Captain gave a little moan of approval.

They parted for a moment and Kline smiled at Hanson. "I guess you decided?"

"Yeah." He said simply. "I have."

James swallowed and settled down in his chair. He put his hands in his lap and contented himself with watching the two marines.

Kline smiled with incredible affection at Hanson and pulled the Captain's shirt free. He kissed him and let Hanson pull his shirt from his body. James watched, as the men slowly and unhurriedly stripped one another. He saw how they let themselves enjoy the process. How they looked into one another's eyes, and kissed. How they communicated with so few words, and the sheer joy they got from touching each other.

It really is love.' James thought. They probably don't even know yet.' Kline pushed Hanson down on the bed playfully and they both laughed. The big man clambered onto the bed and flopped down next to him. Hanson took the almond oil from the headboard and put a liberal amount in his palms and let it warm. While it did he leaned down and kissed his lover. Kline who was strong as a bull, was also as gentle as a dew drop on a blade of new grass, and kissed him back, letting his hands roam all over Hanson's body.

Hanson sat on top of Kline's hips and dick. The Lt. pushed his hips forward and rubbed his large cock against Hanson's butt. "Mmmm..." He put his head back and enjoyed the friction of the action and did it again. Hanson looked down at the Lt, and watched as pleasure raged across his face. Silently, he lifted his hips and took Kline's dick in his slippery hand. With the other he rubbed his own ass.

James watched breathlessly. "No way." He said quietly. Kline looked up at Hanson with a worried expression and shook his head.

"No." He started to lift Hanson off himself.

"Kline." Hanson stared down at him. "I want to." He looked at his face. "Let me do this, all right?"

Kline licked his lips. "I ... I'll hurt you." He looked up at Hanson in concern. "I don't want to hurt you."

"If it hurts we'll stop for a bit." Hanson felt Kline waver, and then slowly he lowered him back down onto his hips. The Captain bent down and kissed him, and rubbed his ass forward and back. Kline groaned and Hanson closed his eyes. The pressure against his rear felt good. He lifted his hips again and fondled Kline's dick. After playing with it for a bit, he put the well oiled head against his anus. He inhaled and pushed himself down on it. He grunted as he felt the pressure from Kline's cock against him and forced his ass to relax. Kline stared at his face and reached up to stroke his fuzzy head. Hanson rested a moment. It seemed that his ass didn't want to give in that easily.

He tried again. He felt the slick head of Kline's penis slide into position and he exhaled slowly, trying to relax. Kline gently pressed his hips up and suddenly the head of his dick entered Hanson.

"Ungh!" The Captain gritted his teeth. His ass burned as it stretched to accommodate Kline.

"You ... you want to stop?" The Lt. looked up at Hanson, concern and lust warring on his face. The Captain looked down at him and saw a small pale scar, the remains of the injury on Kline's jaw.

"No." He breathed through his mouth and stared at the scar. "Just give me a second."

Kline reached and took Hanson's cock in his hands. He brought the organ to life in moments and the Captain closed his eyes as Kline began stroking him. Slowly, Hanson let himself slide down the hard shaft of Kline's dick.

"Unnn..." Kline stopped playing with Hanson and concentrated on controlling his hips. He entered Hanson in an agonizingly slow fashion. Kline's hands clawed the bed under him in an iron grip. The Captain finally rested back on Kline's hips, but this time, the Lt's dick was inside him.

"Slowly ... very slowly. All right?" Hanson leaned over and whispered to Kline.

Kline nodded. He gripped Hanson's hips and gently bucked his pelvis up. Both he and the Captain gasped. He repeated the movement and a groan escaped Hanson.

"You all right?" Kline gasped out.

Hanson nodded, not trusting himself to say anything understandable. His mouth hung half open and he threw his head back. He felt like he was going to cum every single second. His eyes watered with pleasure and he took his breath in gasps.

Kline reached for Hanson's cock and the Captain pulled his hand away.

"No." He managed to get out. "I'll cum."

The Lt. put his hands back on Hanson's hips and he groaned as he ground his dick into the Captain. Slowly, and inexorably, their orgasms approached. Kline felt it coming and his hips began moving faster. Hanson gurgled with effort to not touch himself and lost that battle. His hand wrapped around his dick. He stroked it twice and shot all over Kline's face and chest with a grunt and a curse.

Kline inhaled deeply and arched his back, spearing his cock deep into Hanson. An animalistic sound came from him and he released his load, shooting it into the Captain. Hanson leaned down and kissed Kline as his orgasm raged, and tasted his own semen on his lips and face. They broke the kiss, but stayed with their foreheads together.

Kline smiled. "Thank you."

Hanson kissed him again. "Welcome."

They pulled themselves apart and stood on shaking legs. James sat staring at them both. His chest was covered in a sheen of semen and he reeked of spunk. The sailor seemed to think something over and stood.

"See you gentlemen next week." He walked out the door, but stopped at the entrance to his bathroom. "Both of you?" The officers looked over at him. He glanced at each of them in turn. "Good luck." He entered his bathroom and shut the door.

Next: Chapter 10


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