the Navy simply to anger his father, and did an extremely good job and received accolades to push the knife deeper into his father’s heart. Part of Gordon’s distaste for his father stemmed from his insistence that he marry his wife. Gordon would have been much happier a single man, but he was forced to marry. He always felt that he preferred the company of men, but allowed his father that final submission. “I can always cheat on her,” he decided.

The two seamen were able to get a bunker together. The only time either was out of full uniform was when they undressed for bed. Both slept naked, to the other’s secret liking. Yet still, even after the mutual display of flesh, Gordon and Brock still preferred the look of the other when in full regalia. They never verbally expressed their secret desires to each other, but every time their eyes met, some sort of unspoken language passed between them.

The night before a surprise attack on a Japanese ship was planned, the love between Gordon and Brock blossomed like a flower does in spring.

All the seamen were sent to bed early to prepare for the 0500 attack. Gordon and Brock retired to their bunker in privacy. They remained fully dressed in uniform.

“We might not even make it out of this tin can alive,” Gordon confessed to Brock. “Thinking about that really makes you wonder what you’ve done with your life.” The two men were standing, meaning they were squeezed together and touching each other.

“It sure does. If I die, I sure will be sad that I never even got a good lay! My wife’s sweet and all, but she doesn’t do it for me in the sack,” revealed Brock.

“I understand you, Brock. I doubt my wife even made me come three times in our marriage, and it just happened that one of those times she got pregnant! Just my luck, huh?”

“Well, maybe there’ll be better pussy in Heaven, or in Hell,” said Brock, laughing. He was breathing very heavily on Gordon, nervous yet excited.

“Or maybe they won’t have pussy at all!” exclaimed Gordon, flashing his bunker-mate a coy smile.

“Yeah, that might be even better.”

Unable to control themselves any longer, the two seamen locked in a passionate kiss and wrapped their arms around one another. Their full, pink lips became saturated with saliva, and their tongues searched each other’s mouths. Gordon’s cock began to swell and brush up against Brock’s package, which caused his to grow larger with each heartbeat. Soon Gordon was humping Brock’s groin and rubbing his chest through the sailor’s uniform. Both men were decked out in their “summer whites”—solid white shirt and pants, a white belt with a silver belt buckle, a “Dixie cup” hat, an arm badge with three white stripes against a black background (which signaled that they were seamen), black boots, and a blue kerchief around the neck.

Brock began his offensive and squeezed Gordon’s ass cheeks. His cock was as stiff as the submarine by that point, and ready to emerge from beneath the surface. Gordon slowly unzipped his friend’s pants and let his eight-inch throbbing boner out of its cage. He got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around the thick tissue and started sucking. Brock rolled his back and his breathing got heavier. Gordon got