Three of us fell asleep.
"Where you going," Denny asked.
I just woke up, finding myself between he and Terry as we fell asleep on Terry's bunk. Terry's stateroom was cold, I guess the perks of being the commanding officer when your air conditioning was on Arctic blast. I woke up needing to take a leak, budging a little bit and waking Denny up as I tried to climb from between them.
"Don't take too long. We got unfinished business," Terry said, as he stopped his snoring to add comments, and cuff my ass.
I got up, body shivering from the frigid air flow as I walked in nothing but socks to the head (Navy term for bathroom). I whipped it out to shoot a raging piss into the toilet, me feeling a hard cock poking me in the back, and a hand grabbing the base of my cock, guiding it as I relieved myself.
"Just wanna give you a helping hand," Denny said.
Denny let go and started kissing me on the back of my left ear, tugging the earlobe.
"Come back to bed," he whispered.
I flushed the stall and turned after he let go, his hands now palming my ass as our lips, then tongues, touched.
"We told you we wanted you to cum twice," said Terry, as he joined us, standing in the door sill. "I still need my second nut."
Terry barely let me get the tip dry before he stooped low to suck on me.
"Oh Captain," I whimpered.
Denny stood beside me, smiling, enjoying the show as he put a hand on Terry's forehead.
"Skipper, will you suck me, too," he asked Terry.
Terry looked up and smiled, then placed his lips on his fellow officer, sucking the tip first, then taking it in his mouth entirely. I watched, stroking my own dick and wondering just how they'd make me cum again. I was already hot for the both of them and they knew it, so Terry stood up to make out with his brethren, then led me back to the bunk as this time I'd be laying on my back, receiving head during a spit roast.