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I reported for my watch a little nervously, but I was also excited. I would be standing watch with him! I had lusted after him from afar ever since reporting on board two weeks ago, and this was my first opportunity to spend any length of time in close contact with him. I was a machinist's mate third class on a nuclear submarine out on patrol. We were cruising submerged in the South Pacific. The object of my desire was a machinist's mate second class named Petty Officer Jake Clement. He was 6 feet tall and 195 pounds. He had the golden looks of a California surfer, with a deep tan, a blond crew cut, and beautiful, cobalt blue eyes. He had very broad shoulders and a perfect round bubble butt, which I couldn't help but notice as the blue, one-piece "poopie" suit coveralls he wore always seemed a size too small, and they clung to that ass like a second skin. He had a deep, rumbling bass voice that always sent a shiver down my spine when he spoke. Tonight we would be sharing the mid-watch in the lower level of the engine room. I reported for duty shortly before the watch began and noticed that the engine room was even hotter than it usually is. "What's with the heat, Jake?", I asked as I got to our station. "ACs not working at a hundred percent, so it looks like we're in for a hot one tonight," he replied with a slight smile. I saw that he had already made some allowance for the heat, as he had unzipped his coveralls and pulled his arms out of the sleeves, letting the top part hang down over his ass. He was wearing a white tee-shirt that was already starting to cling to him in the heat. It seemed to hug every line on his washboard stomach, and his erect nipples showed through the white fabric. The sleeves were so tight around his massive biceps that I thought they would tear at any minute. I tried to keep my voice steady as we talked, waiting for the watch to begin. We went about the business of standing watch, taking readings and monitoring equipment. The engine room was very small, so we were constantly brushing past one another as we took care of the equipment. The feel of his ass brushing against my thigh, or his shoulder against my chest were starting to drive me wild. The heat exaggerated the masculine aroma he gave off, and my head was starting to swim as I inhaled that musky odor. We were standing side by side trying to get an accurate reading on a gauge when the boat suddenly took a hard turn. I fell against him, and his thigh pressed against my cock and my hand landed on his bulging right pec. My face was inches from his, and I could see the tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip. His blue eyes bored into mine. The muscular thigh that was pressed against my crotch caused my dick to inflate like an air bag, and I was unable to resist the urge to squeeze that man-tit under my left hand. It was impossible for him not to notice the state my cock was in. He raised one perfect eyebrow and said, with a half smile, "I didn't know you found standing watch so exciting." I could feel that deep voice rumble in his chest and vibrate through me. I couldn't think of anything to say, and I could feel the blood rising in my face, making me blush. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly his lips were pressed against mine, and his tongue was sliding into my mouth. For a second I was too shocked to move, but then I put my arms around his shoulders and enthusiastically returned the kiss. We held the kiss for a while, pulling each other close. Finally he broke the kiss and stepped back. "Get undressed," he growled, and I hastened to obey. He unzipped his coveralls all the way and stepped out of them, and then peeled off his tee shirt. He was wearing only tight briefs that were startlingly white against his dark tan. They were struggling to contain what looked like a massive cock that was beginning to stir. I had already stripped, freeing my raging 8" cock from its confinement, and I dropped to my knees in front of his package, stroking it through his underwear and listening to him groan deep in his throat. "Please suck my cock," he said, panting, and he didn't need to ask me twice. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, releasing his meat. He had a beautiful 9" cut cock surrounded by a down of pale blond pubic hair. His peach-pit sized balls hung down low between his chiseled thighs, and his ball sack was covered with a blond fuzz. I sat back admiring the view for a second before grasping his dick at the base and swirling my tongue around the red, mushroom head. He threw his head back and starting moaning loudly. I cupped his balls slid my tongue down his shaft, licking him like a lollipop before I slid the head into my mouth, savoring the slight taste of precum and sweat. I began to deep throat his cock, enjoying the feel of his meat in my mouth. I reached around him and parted that bubble butt I had admired, searching for his tight pucker with my finger. I stroked his rosebud as I continued to bob on his cock. His moans became louder. I was purring deep in my throat, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. Finally, he pulled me off of his cock. "Wait, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last a while." I stood up and he pushed me back against a large water pump. I could feel its vibration all through my body as he dropped to his knees and began slurping on my throbbing cock. I looked down through the waves of pleasure coming from my cock, enjoying the view of this blond surfer god gobbling my cock. I rested my hands on top of his head, feeling the silky blond hair of his crew cut. He was growling as he sucked my cock, and I could feel the the vibration of his throat down the length of my shaft. He gently fondled and squeezed my balls, and then slid his finger into my tight asshole. "Yeah, oh yeah!" I shouted. "I want you to fuck me man. Slide that cock up my ass." He stood up and turned me around. He then dropped to his knees again and began to eat out my ass. I could feel his hot tongue slide over my tender asshole. He hadn't shaved that day, and his day's growth of beard was gently sand papering my ass cheeks as his slippery tongue dug deeper into my ass. Finally, when I didn't think I could take any more of the pleasure he was giving me, he stopped and turned me around. "Lay down on your back. I want to watch your face as I shove my cock up your ass," he said. I lay down on my back and lifted my legs, placing them on his broad shoulders. He placed the head of his cock against my asshole, and gently rubbed his thumb along the tender place below my balls and above his cock, relaxing my ass. I could feel the intense heat his cock gave off even before he entered me, burning like a furnace. He slid his cock in until his hairy balls were resting on my ass, and he held it there, looking deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I yelled, and he started to move, pistoning his cock in and out of my hairy chute. I felt his mushroom head as it slid along my gut, and the waves of pleasure intensified when his cock head hit my prostate. My cock was stretched out along my abs, and he was stroking it with one hand as he fucked me. Our rhythm intensified, and I pushed back to meet his thrusts. I reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks, feeling them flex as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper inside me. The sweat was dripping off his nose and chest, splattering onto my stomach as he worked harder and harder. His balls were bouncing off my ass as he plowed me, harder and harder. The pleasure began to intensify, making me cry out as he relentlessly fucked me. Finally he leaned forward, grinding his abs against my cock, and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to cum yet, baby?" The feeling of his washboard abs squeezing my cock, and his hot breath against my ear made me answer in the definite affirmative. He slid his cock out of my well fucked ass and I began to shoot, blowing load after load of hot cum all over my chest and abs. His cock began to spurt, adding his steaming jism to mine. We both screamed with pleasure, and I didn't think his cock would ever stop pumping. Finally he stopped. He lay on top of me, kissing me deeply, grinding his chest and abs into mine, mixing our cum and sticking us together. I wrapped my arms around him as if I would never let go. That wasn't our last encounter, and I never complained about having to stand the mid-watch again!