The three of us lay in a post-coital haze: gently caressing each other, occasionally kissing the skin of another, enjoying the calm that follows the exhilaration of orgasm.
Finally, pleading early duty each of them got up, dressed and left my cabin. I took a shower then climbed into bed instantly falling asleep.
The following morning followed the pattern of the day before. I set off on a patrol, seeking out places where I was likely to encounter men in minimal dress. There were fewer opportunities today then yesterday until I reached the sleeping quarters. Petty Officer Rowlands was out of his bunk, naked, and he smiled at my entrance. He wished me good morning as he groped his cock and actually played with it as I returned his greeting.
Spike got his cock fully erect, and then motioned with his head for me to follow him. I could not resist. He led me into a linen storage area behind the bunks. It contained shelves of sheets and towels. He closed the hatch behind me.
"Now, Captain, let me see what I felt yesterday. I want to suck you." He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my fly before I could say a word. Once my cock was free he plunged down on it, fully engulfing it, sighing as he did so. Spike was a skilled cocksucker, using his tongue to heighten my pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, Rowlands, I am going to cum," I whispered as I held his head close to my body.
He looked up at me and nodded. He increased his sucking and his tongue action on my cock head. Someone in the sleeping area coughed. I started to withdraw but Spike would not let me. He grabbed my pant-covered ass and pulled me into his mouth.
There was something titillating about the possibility of getting caught -- even though I could lose my career and marriage if we were caught -- I thrust forward all the way pushing Spike back a bit as I did so. He picked up on my excitement and redoubled his efforts to get my cum. I pulled back until jus the head remained and shot my load into his eager mouth. Spike caught every drop and continued to suck in an effort to get every bit of cum I had.
When my cock became too sensitive, I pulled away. He tried to follow so I actually had to hold him off. I pulled him upright using his hairy armpits. His wonderfully hairy lower body beckoned and I dove down on his cock. He was not expecting that and gasped as I engulfed his cock. With only two days practice as a cocksucker I was still able to get all 6.5" into my mouth so that my nose brushed against his pubic hair. I inhaled deeply loving his unwashed scent. I played with his balls and explored his firm, well-muscled, hairy legs. His rock hard ass, also coated with a generous layer of hair got its fair share of attention, too.
Eventually my wandering hands ran along the crack of his ass to his hidden pucker. I brushed against it lightly. He moaned and pushed back looking for my hand. I indulged him by placing a single finger against his hole. He pushed back impaling himself on my digit.
"Finger me, Captain. Finger me hard."
Well, a captain had to do what he could to make his crew happy. I thrust my finger in as far as it would go, actually lifting Rowlands up onto the balls of his feet. He growled. I pulled back until only the tip of my finger remained and added two more fingers. I rammed them in. Again he rose up onto his toes. And, again, pushed back.
"Fuck, Captain, I'm cumming."
I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, salty cum. I rapidly pistoned my fingers in and out rapidly. Another growl and another shot of cum. His second orgasm weakened his legs and he sank down until his ass rested on his heels, still impaled on my digits.
I tried to pull out of his ass but he grabbed my hand and held it in place. "Jesus, sir, I haven't cum like that for a long time. When I lend you my book, you have got to fuck me, sir. Finger me and fuck me 'til the cows come home."
I smiled at him, "Enjoyed that did you? A bit of an ass man, are you?" He squeezed my fingers with his ass in acknowledgement. "I am going to need my hand back so I can go to work..."
He raised himself from the squatting position releasing my fingers. He turned a grabbed a towel from the stack behind him and carefully, even lovingly, cleaned my hand.
"Thanks," I said, "Now is it safe to leave?"
Spike carefully opened the hatch and peered out. He then stepped out and beckoned for me to follow. I straightened my uniform, ensured my fly was done up and followed the naked crewman into the sleeping room. One or two of the crewmen noticed me appearing out of nowhere but merely greeted me as I departed.
I made my way to the wardroom in time for the staff meeting. Withers pulled me aside immediately, "Sir, you may want to visit the head. You have a whiff of ass about you." I retreated immediately to clean off more carefully.
Once back at the meeting, we received the good news that Engineering was ready to put their jerry-rig into action. The announcement was met with applause around the table. We wrapped up other business quickly and I followed the chief engineer down into the bowels of the ship. Hemperer proudly flipped the switch. There was a pause. And the system kicked into action. In minutes cool air was flowing through the ship.
Back in the bridge I announced the obvious, that the air conditioning was working, thanked the engineering crew for their efforts and ordered everyone back to duty uniforms as usual.
The day's work proceeded as usual without the titillation of semi-naked crew running around. I found myself a little let down by that but had the memories of last night and this morning to give a lift to my spirits and my cock.
At 1600, Chief Warrant Officer Jennings appeared quietly at the entrance to the bridge. "Captain, may I have a word, sir?"
