The next morning I was awakened by a sense of something not right. I lifted my head and saw a figure quietly closing the hatch. I was about to demand the person identify himself when I caught a glimpse of white in the darkness.
"Spike, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, sir, did I wake you?" Rowlands answered.
"Yes, you did. What are you doing here?" I am not sure if I was perturbed or intrigued.
He approached the bed and I could confirm my glimpse of white was his white cotton briefs, similar to those I had admired the night before. I reached up to turn on the bedside lamp. There was my yeoman naked but for those briefs.
I touched his leg, running my hand up and down through the thick hair coating it. At the top of my run my hand strayed over the cotton covered bulge, cupping the balls then stroking his cock. He sighed and pressed forward encouraging my caress.
I took the hint and pulled him down to my mouth and began sucking his cock through the cotton. I was so turned on by the look of his briefs against the tan of his skin and his brown leg hair. Spike's spike was hard instantly. His hand grasped my cock through my bedding and stroked it lovingly.
Remembering how he reacted during his role-play with Chief Warrant Officer Jennings, I took the opportunity to actually bit down on his cock.
"Fuck, yeah, sir," was his reaction which encouraged me to take hold of his nuts and give them a good strong tug and twist stretching his briefs as I did so. "Harder, sir, harder. Hurt me, sir. Hurt me, please, sir!"
I tugged, twisted and bit harder on all his tender bits. His knees sagged against the bunk. He growled in pleasure. His cock shudder and he erupted. Cum soaked his briefs.
I moved my mouth up to his cockhead and proceeded to slurp up his hot cum. My other hand reached between his legs and snaked under the leg band of his briefs. I found the puckered little hole I had watched ravaged last night. I rammed two fingers in dry. His body trembled as he reached an immediate second orgasm.
He moaned, groaned, sighed and whimpered all at the same time. It was an intensely erotic sound. That, and his manual manipulation brought me close to orgasm myself. I forced myself to stop and to stop Spike. He looked very disappointed.
"Take off your briefs," I commanded. Once he was nude, "Now, jack me off into your briefs."
His face brightened and he went to work on my cock earnestly. I rammed my fingers back into his ass. The two sensations brought me to climax and I emptied my load into Spike's cotton covered hand.
He raised the briefs to his face to lick up the cum but again I stopped his actions. "No, Yeoman Rowlands. Uniform of the day for you, those briefs, shorts, white socks and sneakers. Understood?"
He came to attention, "Aye, aye, sir." He beamed down at me as he put on the cum soaked briefs.
"Now, then, back to my original question: Spike, what are you doing? In here at this time of the morning?"
"Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Okassa sent word asking you to join him on the bridge, sir. Something to do with the weather ahead, sir."
I swung my legs off the bunk, "Alright, Rowlands, but in future ship's business before pleasure. Understood?"
He went to attention again, 'Understood, sir." He paused, and then added, "But, you started it, sir."
I laughed at his impeccable logic, "Even if I throw you to the deck and am ravishing you against your will..."