SPLASH ON THE SCREEN
Jack Scribe
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Part 10, SPLASH REDUX
DAVE
I was a little bummed out when the
admissions handout mentioned that transfers were only accepted for the junior
year. However, when I sat down for an initial interview, the admissions officer
explained that there was a military exemption clause in the admissions policy
that would allow me to start as a freshman, with credits earned at MSU-Mankato
to be applied towards graduation.
Also waived was the March deadline for
applications. In that I was an active-duty military man, applying within 30
days, my application would be accepted, along with my education transcripts and
validated SAT testing. The admissions officer assured me that my high GPA and
SAT scores would open doors at the university, with ease. I was also sent home
with an application for a scholarship available to enlisted men. It was
sponsored by the San Diego Navy League to encourage men leaving the military –
and, the Navy, specifically – to continue higher education. I would have to
wait patiently until June to know the decision on the admission and possible
scholarship.
The biggest surprise was that UCSD
didn’t have a law school. I was advised to major in pre-law and set my sights
on another law school in the area. Everyone recommended the
On Tuesday, while filling out the
scholarship applications at my desk in the den, relaxing, wearing only gym
shorts, I was alerted to the doorbell ringing.
‘Hmm,’ I wondered, ‘who’s this at four in the afternoon?’ I quickly
walked from the den to the entryway and opened the door without thinking to
cover my bare chest.
“I have a registered letter for a David
Swenson,” said the young man in a postal uniform. He offered to me a rather
thick envelope while his eyes rapidly took in my near-naked form.
“I’m Swenson.” He was a fairly hot guy,
about my age, six inches shorter, who filled out the blue-gray short-sleeve
shirt quite well. I loved a fit mailman in those shorts. “Some gay designer
must have created the shorts for the Postal Service,’ I thought, as I subtly
approved of his natural bulge.
“Then, if you would sign the receipt,
please,” he said with a slight smile, while offering a ballpoint pen. “This is
my last stop,” he added hopefully.
“Sure,” I replied, glancing at the
official Navy BuPers envelope addressed to me, with rate and service number
typed on the label. I signed the receipt and traded the pen for the envelope.
“I’d invite you in, but my roommate and partner would be quite upset to find me
entertaining such a cute guy,” I replied with a wink.
“Well, ya gotta give me an ‘E’ for
effort. I hope it’s good news, sailor,” he concluded,
with a smile and nod. He returned to his van and I walked back to the den.
Holding my breath, I opened the Bureau
of Naval Personnel envelope, and started reading the cover letter, smiling at
the complex use of ‘Navy-speak’. Basically, I was informed that I had been
transferred from the U.S.S. Stennis and re-assigned to the North Island Naval
Air Station for the formal discharge processing. I was to report to NAS
Personnel at 0800, Thursday, for temporary assignment. My personal effects from
the ship were in storage at the enlisted transient barracks. The letter
informed me that the process would be completed within a 30-day period. “Whoo,
ha,” I blurted out, in my best Al Pacino impression.
Over the next hour, sitting on the leather den
couch, I read all the official documents. ‘Christ,’ I thought, as my eyelids
became heavy, ‘this is better than Melatonin.’ I considered the meaning of the
separation papers. Captain Morgan had ordered an honorable discharge under
humanitarian conditions. He had dredged up the death of my parents without
mentioning that the loss of their lives occurred almost three years ago. ‘What
a devious fuck,’ I judged. However, I would go along with the charade to get
from under the grips of the homophobic ‘four-striped’ bastard and his like-minded
toadies. The captain would get his…
The next thing I felt has a warm hand
slowly moving up my bare leg. My first thought was that the mailman had
returned. However, when the visitor started the familiar nibbling of my
earlobe, I smiled and slowly opened my eyes. Mike was wearing only boxers.
”Hi, babe, you’ve got a great way of waking up someone. What time is it?”
“It’s around
“You’re starting something that’s going
to get out of control, Sir,” I said, unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping the
fly.
“Raise your hips up, sailor,” Mike
ordered with mock authority. As I complied, he slid down my shorts and pulled
them off.
“You have me at a disadvantage, Mr.
Cole. I would be most appreciative, Sir, if you would lose your boxers, Sir.”
“An officer always must look after his
men.” He stood, pulled off his underwear, and kicked them aside before kneeling
between my open legs. I never tired of looking at the naked perfection of my
lover the Creator provided, except for the circumcision scar of man.
MIKE
I pushed his legs further apart, leaned
in to nuzzle his ball sac, and inhaled his musky maleness. ‘Jesus,’ I thought
as I started giving Dave’s nuts a vigorous tongue bath, ‘what a treasure to
come home to.’ Grabbing his rock-hard penis, my thumb felt the slickness of
pre-cum dribbles emitting.
“Oh, shit, Mike, I need this,” he said,
breathlessly. “You really know how to take care of your men.”
I pulled back for a moment, and replied,
“Man, Dave. Man. You’re the only one who gets this treatment.” I stuck my
fingers in my mouth for spittle. His dick was too tempting. Grabbing his balls,
I moved up and took his dickhead in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his
glans, I picked up his flavor. Slowing, his member disappeared into my mouth
and throat.
“And, you’re the only man who is allowed
to do this. Ahhh…suck old ‘Davey’…yeah, babe…and put that commissioned finger
up…oh, yeah…Christ,” he mumbled. My hand moved under and past his perineum
until my finger arrived at his pucker. Massaging the ring, I slowly entered and
eased up his hot chute.
“Ummm…ummm…ummm,” I loudly hummed,
creating a vibrating feeling in my partner’s groin. With my finger, I probed
until I found his familiar prostate. He jerked a little when I touched his nut.
I swung into overdrive and started aggressively sucking up and down on his
manhood.
“Jeez…ohhh…take me, babe…oh, you fucker,
I love you…ahhh…I’m cumming…”
I felt his balls retreat into his body
and his dick expand as the hot sperm traveled up his
urethra with force. He exploded in my mouth as I pulled back a little to
capture part of his load in my mouth. After the sixth or seventh spasm, he
finished and let out a deep sigh. I pulled out and moved up his taut body.
Slowly, I leaned in and shared his spunk. He greedily accepted my saliva and
his cum with his tongue.
“Turn about, buddy, is fair play” Dave
said, helping me up with his hands in my pits. When I was in a standing
position, he moved forward, wetted his finger, and duplicated my actions.
“Oh, man, you make a very happy…ahhh…”
It didn’t take me long to climax in the hands and mouth of my lover and
partner. Raw sexual expressions of love. Tenderness
would come later in the evening.
“Okay, Mike. You said something about
being hungry,” he said, standing up. We traded short, simple after-sex kisses.
“Three words: shower, clothes, car,” I
replied. We picked up the shorts and boxers and went upstairs.
“I got a special delivery registered
letter from BuPers this afternoon,” Dave said with a smile as we both got into
the walk-in shower.
“I gather it is good news?”
“Absolutely, Mike.” As we shampooed,
lathered, washed, and rinsed, he told me all the details of the letter,
including the cute mailman. We both laughed at the thought of a three-way, but
concluded that we were happy with just the two of us.
“So that means you’ll be home every
night. I guess what we just did is good practice?”
“I suppose that I’ll have some watch
detail. I find out Thursday morning.”
“I want your schedule, Dave. Trust me
when I tell you that coming home now has new meaning,” I replied, playfully
swatting his beautiful backside.
We dressed in jeans, tees, and long
shirts and drove to the Gulf Coast Grill over on
Sipping the crisp uncomplicated wine, I
remarked, “You are going to be a civilian before Memorial Day. What happens
then? If you’re accepted, the fall semester is over four months away.”
“First, if you can get leave, let’s take
a small vacation? I’m thinking the first week of June.”
“And, why that
week?”
“Cuz I reserved the cabin on
“You’ve got this all figured out,” I
said with a smile.
“Well, not everything. I want Brent and
Doug to meet us. Brent is finished with the play Memorial Day weekend and you
said that Doug was going to wrap the film he’s currently working on about that
time?” He grinned broadly. “And, I want to invite my old buddy, Russ. He gets a
ten-day break from med school starting Memorial Day weekend.”
“Wow, my partner has been plotting an
ambitious plan. I can get some leave time with no problem. Is there anything I
can do to help you organize the vacation?”
“Yeah, as a
matter of fact. Would you call Doug and see if they can arrange their
schedules? I figure that Brent could fly into
“That’s a big order.”
“Ya know, Mike, we should ask the guys
if there is anyone they’d like to invite. The third bedroom has two double
beds.”
“I’ll give Doug a call tomorrow morning.
Yeah, I think that they’d love to have someone up to the cabin. You’re a
treasure, buddy.” I looked into his eyes. We silently communicated mutual trust
and admiration.
At our request, the waitress served all
the food at the same time so that we could graze. We decided not to order
another bottle of wine, knowing that the alcohol might impede the activities
later back home.
*****
Wednesday morning, I left Dave in
slumber land and drove over to the base for my early morning workout. After
stretching and a series of crunches for the abs, I hit the exercise bike for a
20-minute random program that allowed enough time to cruise through the morning
Union-Tribune.
‘Well, well,’ I reacted, with interest,
‘this will be interesting news to Dave.’ In the section devoted to military was
a notice of a new captain reporting today to be skipper of the U.S.S. Stennis.
The news story, in the last paragraph, said that Captain Morgan had elected to
take an early retirement. I smiled with satisfaction as I got off the
stationary bike and went to the officer’s locker room for my morning shower.
At this hour, there was always the
familiar handful of officers following a fitness program before work. With a
towel wrapped about my mid-section, I stepped over to a washbasin and proceeded
with run water for the morning shave. I nodded and said “good morning” to an
older senior officer who was finishing up his shave. I proceeded to lather up
after moistening my face. I preferred to shave prior to showering at the gym.
“Hi, Mike,” said a voice coming up
beside me to the next basin. Turning, I recognized Lt. Tom Connor, Special
Services officer.
“Tom, buddy, how ya doin’?” I liked the
guy. We were both about the same height and weight. He was a couple of years
older than me with a constant ‘up’ personality.
“You know, overworked, and underpaid.”
We looked at each other in the mirror and smiled. “What’s going on at the
club?” he asked.
“S.O.S. Same old
shit. Lots of weddings coming up. Say, didn’t
I see your name on a list of honorees for next month’s hail and farewell
party?”
“Yep, Mike. Hanging it
up after six years. Since I can’t fly any more, I decided to join my Dad
in his business in
“I didn’t know you were from here?” I
said.
“Born and raised in
“For sure. What kind of
work will you be doing for your dad?”
“Actually, the same thing you’re doing.”
“Kissing ass to a bunch of senior
officers and their wives?” I replied with a chuckle.
“Naw. My dad owns
several restaurants. I’m going to manage one of them, for starters.”
“I had no idea. What’s the name of
them?”
“The umbrella name is the Connor Group.
Not too imaginative, is it?”
“Wow. Your dad has several neat
restaurants. I’m impressed.”
“Mike, when do you get out of this man’s
Navy?”
“In September. Why?”
“I want you to talk to my dad soon.
You’re just the type of manager we need. In fact, we’re going to open a huge
restaurant in an old Spanish-style building in
“Jeez, I don’t know what to say. The
Connor Group is on my list to send out a resume. I plan on staying in
“Mike, we’ve both got to run. Why don’t
we get together at happy hour over at the club? I’ll bring some material about
the company and the new restaurant? And, if you have a resume ready, I’ll take
it to Dad. He will really be excited about a guy of your caliber interviewing.”
“That is exactly what I’ll do, Tom.
You’ll have the resume Friday. Let me ask you another question as we go back to
the locker room,” I said as I grabbed my gear. He did the same and we went to
the changing area.
*****
DAVE
After filling out paperwork at Personnel
Thursday morning, I was informed by the yeoman that I would be honorably
discharged on or about
I arrived at the special services
offices at 1250. Fortunately, the base was laid out in an understandable grid
design and the facility was easy to find. Like
“Excuse me. I’m looking for Lt. Connor.”
I said to an E-3 at the reception desk. He looked up and smiled at me.
“Are you Swenson?” I nodded
affirmatively. “I understand you’re going to be working with us for a month.
Mr. Connor is expecting you.”
“I’m a little early. I can wait.”
“He just got back from lunch. Let me see
if he can see you now,” the sailor said as he walked over to an office. He
stood at the doorway and spoke. He nodded, turned, and waved me to come over.
I came to the doorway and saluted.
“Swenson reporting as ordered, Sir.” Lt. Connor stood and smiled as he returned
the salute.
“Swenson, come in and sit.” He offered
his hand that I shook before sitting.
“Thank you, Mr. Connor.”
“Your arrival at the base couldn’t be
better timed, Dave. I understand that you worked for Ltjg. Cole in
“Yes, Sir. I was a
lifeguard at the club pool a couple of years ago before being assigned to the
Stennis.” ‘Hmm,’ I wondered, ‘where was this heading?’
“And, you know that Mr. Cole is running
the club, here?”
“Mr. Cole and I became good friends.
We’ve kept in touch, Sir.” ‘Shit,’ I thought, smiling, ‘have we ever kept in
touch.’
“Well, Dave, I’m giving you the opportunity
to work with him again. The club pool officially opens this weekend and I want
you to be the lead lifeguard. Your records indicate that you’re quite
proficient and I really need a good man to launch the season. As you know from
experience, staffing the officer’s club isn’t that easy,” the officer said with
a smile.
“I’d like that, Mr. Connor. I know
exactly what you’re talking about. Above everything else, discretion is very
important. What do I need to do to
qualify?” ‘Man, everything is coming up aces,’ I concluded.
“Go down to the pool and ask for Petty
Officer John Andrews. He can issue you some lifeguard trunks and provide a
towel. After you’ve changed, Andrews will run you through the qualification. If
everything goes as well it should, he’ll issue you all the gear you’ll need to
be a lifeguard. You’ll report to the pool at the club at 0800 tomorrow and help
Andrews get everything ship shape for Saturday’s opening. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said with a big grin.
“I’ll go find Andrews, now. And, Mr. Connor, thank you. I won’t let you down.
I’ll give you 100% until I am discharged next month.”
“I have no doubt you will. Welcome to
our group and good luck.” Mr. Connor rose and shook my hand, warmly.
*****
Having the afternoon off, I stopped by
24 Hour Fitness for a workout with weights and the machines, and got home
before five. I called Mike and confirmed that he’d see me around six. He seemed
pleased that I suggested cooking steaks outside on the patio grill.
“I’m home, Lucy.” I heard from the front
hallway. ‘Gawd,’ I thought, ‘what a horrible Cuban accent.’
“I’m in the kitchen, Ricky,” I replied
in a screeching falsetto voice.
“I’ve got something special for you,
dear,” he replied as he closed the door. I heard him yell “Babaloooooo” as he walked through the dining room.
I turned and smiled as he stopped
abruptly at the entry to the kitchen. “And, I got something special for you,” I
answered with a sly smile. He stood there, clutching a bouquet of roses, with
his mouth partially open. His expression was one of surprise and humor as he
viewed me with nothing on but a small half-apron covering my groin.
“Lucy, you
sure have some 'splainin' to do!"
Dropping the
accent, I walked over to Mike and said, “Babe, I love the flowers. I’ll put
them in a vase.” As I took the bouquet, with the stems thoughtfully removed by
the florist, Mike reached behind and pulled the apron bow loose. I wiggled a
little and the apron fell to the floor. “Why don’t you go topside and I’ll meet
you? We’ll start with appetizers, there. I’ve got everything prepped for the
main dinner, later,” I concluded with a shit-eating grin.
“I’ll be out
of the Navy gear in a minute,” he said, leaning in for a husbandly peck.
“Oh no, you
don’t.” With my free hand, I placed it
behind his head and moved his lips back to mine. The scenario moved rapidly
into lover-mode. After our tongues battled to a tie, I said, “Get out of your
clothes before we make a mess, stud.”
“You sailors,
almost ready to return to civilian life, can be really pushy,” Mike replied
with a laugh.
“Yes, Sir. And, don’t forget it, Sir.” I
stood back and gave him a double salute. ‘Davey’ was inspired.
“Oh, I won’t
forget that,” Mike said playfully as he cupped my nuts.
“That, Sir,
is the idea.” I looked into his eyes and gave ‘Davey’ a few strokes.
“See you in a
sec, Dave.” He was almost in a trot to get to the stairs. I admired his tight
buns stretching the khaki material as Mike, once he arrived at the staircase,
took two steps at a time. I was right behind him. In the bedroom, I reached
around and started unbuttoning his uniform shirt. He pulled it up out of his
pants and allowed me to remove the garment. The muscled shoulders and torso
tapering down to his taut waist still turned me on…after two years.
“I guess I’ve
got to call you ‘boss’ now?” I asked while moving my
hands around to his stomach and prominent treasure trail. I let my index finger
slowly move around his navel while I leaned in and nibbled at his neck.
“Yeah, how
about that. I guess your sorry enlisted ass will have to put up with me for
another 30 days on the new job,” he replied with a chortle. Mike unbuckled his
belt and unzipped the fly. I reached down and unbuttoned the top button at his
waist. As the pants dropped to his feet, I moved my hands to his hips and
pulled down his boxer shorts. My body and head followed south. I helped Mike
step out of his pants and shorts before I leaned in and took a whiff of his
musky maleness. I spread his cheeks and started licking the perimeter of his
rosebud.
“You are one
horny fucker, Dave. Isn’t it a little gamy down there?”
“Mmmm,” was
all I replied as I started probing him with my tongue.
While Mike liked me pretty tidy, I loved the flavors of my man when I orally
explored him.
“Let’s get in
bed, Dave.” He stepped forward and turned around. His hard dick thwacked me on
the forehead. I tongued a few initial dribbles of pre-cum from his slit and
rose.
“I thought
you’d never ask, Sir.” With that said, we pulled together for an intense kiss.
Our cocks were together standing flat and hard against our stomachs.
Mike pulled
back and said, “Make love to me, Dave.
“Yes, Sir.” We moved the
bed and pulled down the covers. I had conveniently placed a large pool towel on
the bed earlier, learning from experience that this saved lots of wear and tear
on the bed linens.
“A sailor and a scout, I see,” he said
spotting the large towel and bottle of lube on the bedside stand.
“Always be prepared.”
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TO BE CONTINUED