What YN2 Tannebaum did for me in my rack opened my eyes to the world of sex. After the first two times however, I couldn't get enough, and he'd service me at his convenience each time, swallowing my cum and just making me a horny, young Sailor. Then it happened. One morning, while we were underway, he was packing his things, and getting ready to get flown off the ship the next day.
"Where are you going," I asked.
"Martinez, remember when I applied for the position to work at the Pentagon in D.C.? My orders popped two months ago, so here we are. I'm leaving," he said.
My heart sank. How in the hell would I manage without him? Who would do me like he did, and not just sexually, but in training me overall? Hell, I ended up breaking off my engagement with Brandy because of what he did. I was lost. Later that evening, he was to get flown off, which happened to be in only the second month of what would be a long deployment (for me, I thought), we all, from my department head on down, linked up to have dinner on the junior enlisted mess decks. The entire team counted out at 15, and everyone, except myself, had a contribution to a roasting session in Tannebaum's honor, discussing everything he did while onboard. The ship's cooks showed love and prepared pizza and wings, then a cake, for the occasion.
"Petty Officer Tannebaum, you'll be sorely missed, but I'm sure your Sailors will carry the torch you're leaving behind," said Master Chief Pena, the ship's enlisted leader, and one of Tannebaum's mentors, who just so happened to be passing thru.
Sore wasn't the word I would've chosen initially, but it hit directly. After the meal, it was late, and all of us retreated to our berthings to shower, and get rest for the next day. I rushed to shower up and lay in my rack, halfway expecting him to pull back my curtain, reach in, pull down my underwear, and do me, like any other time. I woke the next morning with my underwear still intact, and looked across the cubicle to see that his things were gone, as was he. I was heartbroken. In my mind, he was wrong for not saying goodbye, but then it crossed my mind that in four days, we'd pull into port and I could call his cell.
"The number you have dialed, has been disconnected," said the automated operator.
He left behind whatever remnants of what we had, on the ship, solidified by the change in number, as he didn't leave any contact information when he left. We'd pull in, but on the first day of a five day port visit to Marseilles, France, I had duty, and stood brow watch, in which I was donning my service dress whites uniform, and would check identification for all who entered and exited the ship.
"Seaman Martinez, is that you," asked Master Chief Pena. "Looking sharp there, buddy. Tannebaum left some good words about you during his checkout. Come see me later on, or when we get back underway," he said.
"Yes master chief, but would you know what the talk will be about," I asked.
"Whatever the hell I choose it to be. In fact, the day we get underway, come to my office in the morning," he said.
I stood my duty and the next four days, instead of getting off the ship and seeing the sights with shipmates, I just stayed onboard and pondered whatever master chief wanted to discuss. He was a firecracker when he wanted to be, as even at five foot nine, folks were either afraid, or respected him, for he carried the tenacity of being a Latino (native Colombian) in everything he did: his work, how he spoke to people with directness under his strong accent, and his heart, as he'd broken his back for many of his Sailors. My curiosity piqued with the seriousness in his tone when he stated he wanted to talk to me, especially with a group of chiefs in tow.
"Underway, shift colors," yelled the boatswain's mate on the 1MC (intercom for civilians).
The local tugs grabbed the large piece of steel we were riding in, and sent us on our way back through the Mediterranean on the sixth day, as I stood in front of master chief's office.
"Senor Martinez. Come in, sit down, after you shut the door," he said.
I shut the door before going inside, just being nervous and not using common sense.
"Seaman Martinez, open the damned door, son," he said.
I was embarrassed, and even started sweating a little.
"Kid, relax," he said to me. "I'm not gonna hurt you. It's me, Master Chief Pena, not some monster."
He looked at me and started smiling, then laughing, for he could tell I was afraid of whatever would come out of his mouth.
"Take a deep breath. It's two dudes talking, okay? I literally wanted to check your well-being, since Tannebaum is gone," he said. "How are you feeling? I know you two were close."
He knew we were close? How close did he figure, for he to pull me into the office like this? I wondered what YN2 told master chief, as he was his mentor.
"I know that he asked me to take good care of you, before he left," he said to me. "And let me tell you, I'm real good at taking care of my Sailors. Would you mind, if I become your mentor now, too?"
I was relieved, and honored, that now, I had the command master chief as one of my mentors. I listened to master chief speak on expectations, and when he mentioned earning rank, I looked him directly in the eye, and saw this sparkle, the same I'd seen with Tannebaum.
"Put some more money in your pocket so you can do things, such as move off the ship, buy cars, create investments, and just live a comfortable life despite the rigors of being in the military," he said.
I paid attention, and now, the same feelings I had for Tannebaum, somehow spread to master chief.
"You have a girlfriend," he asked.
"I don't master chief," I responded.
"Are you fucking, at least," he asked next.
I blushed, for I didn't want to disclose that not only was I a virgin, but I didn't necessarily prefer women.
"Whether you are or not, understand, that costs, too," he said.
When he finished, he had this sinister smile cross his face, then stood up, extending his hand for a shake. I tried to grip his firmly, but master chief, who was a gym rat, had a right paw that swallowed my little hand.
"It's okay to be a virgin, but I'll tell you son, you're missing out on a lot," he said to me, as we were walking out.
Those parting words might've been inappropriate to someone else, but to me, they were golden. Hell, his assertiveness turned me on so much that maybe he, could be "the one." I mean, I pondered if he and Tannebaum spoke on what Tannebaum had done to me, as they were extremely close. Either way, Master Chief Pena certainly crossed my radar. The next day, I got up early to hit the gym.
"Martinez! Como estas," master chief asked, when I entered the room.
The place was empty, as it was three o'clock in the morning, and there sat master chief on the weight bench, arms out in a tight tank top, and shorts that gave way to the vision of his uber-muscular legs.
"Asi asi, master chief. Y tu," I asked.
"I'm doing great. I just benched 400 lbs. without anyone's help, I talked on the phone with my kids a few hours earlier, and today will be a great day. You coming to lift," he asked.
"I am," I said.
I lied, for I was going to do some cardio and pushups, but I didn't want to deny him. I could barely lift half of what he had on the bar, and he knew it, seeing my frail body. He put it down to 145 lbs.
