I did five long years on the ship and accomplished a lot: made E6, in preparation for E7, earned warfare devices, earned a degree, and numerous other accolades and achievement awards to where I exceeded what was expected of me. On this rainy spring Friday, I was being "piped off" the ship, a ceremony in which a person departs the brow of a ship, with a group of what we call sideboys, saluting, showing honor while another official rings a bell, another official announces my departure, and another official blows what's called a boatswain's pipe in different tunes to signify my final departure.
"Not too many first classes get that special farewell," Terry stated via text after I walked off the ship and onto the pier, as literally hundreds of folks saw me leave for the final time. "Can't wait to pipe you for real later."
I giggled when I read that message. I was leaving to visit family in Texas the next morning to kick off a two week leave period, then I would report to my next command, working for a two-star admiral just down the road from the base where the ship was moored. He wanted to get another taste while he could, as his wife and kids happened to be out of town, so he invited me to spend the night at his elegant home about 20 miles from the base.
"You come by, there may be a couple other familiar faces there, too," he told me.
I went to my home to clean a bit, and to freshen up before heading to Smithfield, a town more inland in eastern Virginia that was a drive away from Norfolk, and where Terry's massive two story home settled on two acres was located. I took a long bath, sprinkled a little bit of Savauge on my body, then put on a dark blue sweater, black jeans, my favorite Durango boots and one of my diamond studded earrings in my left ear before hopping in the car and taking the 40 minute ride. When I made it to his driveway, a paved half circle in front of the house, I'd see three other familiar vehicles as well. He texted me right on time as I cut the engine.
"We're waiting on you," he said.
We? I wondered who we was until I came to the front door to ring the doorbell, only for Tannebaum, a chief petty officer and the guy broke me in, to answer.
"Surprise, surprise, Cameron," he said, as he was grinning ear to ear, arms extended on his beefy body as he'd picked up a few pounds. "Damn kid, I'm so fucking proud of you."
I looked around and would see Terry and Ed, the latter being one of my former master chiefs and now retired, both puffing cigars and smiling as well as they remained seated.
"Get in here," Tannebaum told me. "By the way, we're not on the ship, and my nickname is Phil."
The other two stood up, then walked over to me to hug and kiss me as I noticed an aroma in the room.
"Beef Wellington," Terry told me. "There's another side of me that a lot of people don't know about, and that's that I enjoy cooking."
We all sat and I became all hot and bothered as I recalled how I came across all three of them. Tannebaum was my first, in everything sexual as he jerked me off in my rack that time until I exploded all over his face and the rack curtains, and of course later Terry, my former commanding officer and Ed in his high position used me as their cum dumpster a few times.
"Is it awkward that you've come to this point," Ed asked, as he was sporting a full beard, and packing a few pounds himself. "Finally leaving the ship?"
"It does feel weird because its all I've known as far as Navy, and I worry about how I'll cope on land," I told them as Phil handed me a cigar.
He lit the end and I took a puff, feeling dignified as these high ranking horndogs and I had a moment to talk.
"What fragrance is that," Phil asked.
"Savauge," I said.
"Damn kid, you just know how to push all the right buttons," Ed said as he got up from his chair, and kept the cigar to his lips while he walked over to sit beside me. "You're saying you don't know how to manage on shore duty? You'll manage just fine, just realize that you're no longer on a ship and to enjoy life on and off duty. Now give me a kiss."
He pulled the cigar out of my mouth, then grabbed his, placing them in an ash tray before he put his hairy hand on my chin to pull my face to his.
"I missed this," he said to me, right before he darted his tongue in my mouth.
We made out as I saw Terry at the corner of my eye getting up and heading into his kitchen, while Phil sat across from us quietly, just eyeing me.