Brock’s penis deeper and deeper into his mouth until he gagged. He smiled up at Brock and buried his head in his crotch once again, except this time playing with Brock’s balls in his mouth. For someone who had never sucked a dick before, Gordon did a pretty good job. Brock began to unbuckle his pants, but Gordon stopped him and said, “No, keep it on. We’re seamen, remember?”

Gordon then got up and motioned Brock to get onto the top bunk. He lay down, and then Gordon climbed up to join him. They laid head to toe on the bed, and Gordon pulled out his seven-inch cock, a little smaller and thinner than Brock’s, but still big. A tuft of dark blonde hair surrounded his tool. Brock then gobbled it up in his mouth while Gordon did his. They lay there sucking in the 69 position, both still a little too afraid to take it any farther than that, both afraid to remove their uniforms. Somehow, their sailor’s hats remained atop them despite the movement of their heads.

Brock was able to get Gordon’s cock deeper into his throat, almost swallowing it whole on the first try. Gordon convulsed in pleasure and his cock twitched in the other seamen’s mouth. Gordon licked the thick blue veins protruding from Brock’s shaft and nibbled on the sides of the slit. Brock moaned and sucked harder, pumping his friend harder into his mouth. Minutes later, a sea of come shot out of Gordon’s cock like a torpedo and coated the back of Brock’s throat. Gordon jerked Brock’s shaft faster and faster until his man juice squirted out onto his face, hair and uniform. Both men had their first taste of dick and liked it.

“Even if we die tomorrow, at least we’ll know that we were good seamen!” sighed Gordon.

They held each other in their arms that night and kissed, eventually repeating the 69 once more. They did not know what to expect of the next day, so they wanted to make sure that they got the most out of their days of sailing in a submarine.