Bottoms Up

Chapter 1

Somewhere at sea

CHRIS BOTTOMS WAS in heaven, or at least in his version of what he hoped heaven would be like. He was lying on his back on a stack of boxes in an out-of-the-way storeroom. He was naked, his legs were in the air, and his ass was being plowed by an equally naked seaman, who just happened to be quite splendidly equipped for the task at hand. The seaman was horny as hell—it had been a couple of weeks since they’d last gotten together—so it didn’t take him very long to climax.

The seaman rested for a minute, then said, “I think I’ve got one more orgasm in me.”

“Go for it,” Chris said.

The seaman mounted Chris again and started pumping away. It took him a bit longer that time, but he completed his task. Afterward, they dressed quickly without exchanging a single word—they were in a hurry, and they were both there for one reason only, so conversation wasn’t really necessary. The seaman slipped quietly out of the main door to the storeroom, and Chris locked the door behind him, then exited by the rear door, locking it as well.

What a way to begin my shift,he thought. All it takes is a s*x-starved sailor and a bit of privacy. He headed to the sick bay, where he would spend his watch caring for patients in the inpatient ward, and dealing with personnel requiring medical services. And with some five thousand personnel on board the carrier, the sick bay was kept busy and the inpatient ward was almost never empty. There was a great deal of dangerous machinery on board, and the takeoffs and landings of jets on the sometimes rolling decks of carriers were inherently risky, so accidents happened frequently. Then there were the usual problems of five thousand people living in extremely close proximity to one another—if anyone came down with a bug, it tended to spread like wildfire. He loved his job and he was good at it. What he loved even more was access to several of the men on board, who were more than willing to service him when an opportunity presented itself. During his three tours of duty at sea, he’d never been caught in flagrante, although he’d had a couple of close calls. In fact, truth be told, Chris loved the danger almost as much as he enjoyed the s*x.

In the ward, he found five patients waiting for him—three accident victims, one guy recovering from an emergency appendectomy that had been performed earlier that day, and another suffering from debilitating migraines. Chris privately suspected the last patient was faking it, but he wasn’t certain enough about that to question the doctor’s diagnosis. He finished his shift and was about to leave when Lieutenant Masterson stuck his head in the door.

“Chris, can I see you for a minute before you check out?”

“Certainly, Lieutenant,” Chris said.

Two minutes later, he knocked on the lieutenant’s open door, saluted, and said, “Corpsman Bottoms reporting as ordered, Sir.”

The lieutenant returned the salute quite casually and said, “At ease, Chris. Have a seat.”

“Yes, Sir,” Chris said, and took a seat.

The lieutenant sat for a moment, obviously lost in thought. Then he opened a file and glanced at the top document.

“Chris, I don’t have to tell you that you’ve done one hell of a job since you came on board, do I?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“The problem is—and it has been from day one—that you’re hugely overqualified for what you’re doing. You have a Master’s degree and you’re an RN First Assistant. You should be in an operating room somewhere helping save lives.”

“I go where the Navy sends me, Sir.”

“Yes, I know, and the Navy did its usual thing with you and placed a square peg in a round hole.”

“Yes, Sir.” What the f**k is he leading up to?Chris thought.

“Sometimes it takes the powers that be a long time to realize they’ve made a mistake, and to be perfectly frank, more often than not they never figure it out.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But in your case, they’ve finally discovered that you’re being underutilized. The hospital at NAS Jacksonville as an urgent need for an RN First Assistant with your credentials, and the people at the Bureau of Personnel have decided that you’re the best man for the job.”

“NAS Jacksonville? As in Jacksonville, Florida?” Chris said.

“Just so,” the lieutenant said. “I was stationed there a few years ago; it’s not a bad city. A little on the redneck side, of course, but all in all, a pleasant place to live and work. Greater Jacksonville has a population of almost one and a half million these days, so you might find a little more social life there than you do aboard ship—especially given that you qualify to live off base.”

“But I like it just fine where I am, Sir.”

“Nevertheless, the Navy has, for once, decided to put a square peg in a square hole.”

“Yes, Sir. Effective when, Sir?”

“As soon as we make port. You’ll take a flight from there to Jacksonville. By the way, you’re authorized thirty days leave before your new duties begin.”

“What the hell will I do with thirty days?”

“You could go home and pay your family a visit.”

“Lieutenant, my only family lives in West Bumfuck, Arkansas, and I don’t have any reason to see them. In fact, I can honestly say that I don’t ever want to visit that particular hellhole again.”

“What about your parents?”

“My father has been dead for years. My mother is a drunk, and I don’t care to meet the deadbeat bum she’s shacked up with at the moment.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“Because ever since my father died, there’s been a steady stream of deadbeat bums. That’s why.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been dealing with it since I was twelve.”

“What about your grandparents?”

“I wouldn’t mind visiting my paternal grandparents, but they’ve been dead for a couple of years. If they’re still alive, my maternal grandparents are like my mother—trash, through and through.”

“I’ve wondered why you never talked about family,” the lieutenant said.

“Well, now you know.”

“Alternatively, you could use that time to explore and get familiar with the city of Jacksonville. Maybe even find an apartment—you qualify for that. You could stay on base while you do it. You do have a car, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s in storage in Norfolk.”

“There you go, problem solved. I’ll arrange for you to fly to Norfolk instead of Jacksonville, and you can drive down to Florida at your leisure.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Chris headed out of the sick bay not in the best of moods. f**k, f**k, f**k,he thought, I don’t really want to leave this ship. Later that evening, just before he climbed into his rack to call it a night, he decided to take a shower, so, wearing only a towel around his waist, he stepped into his shower shoes, gathered his soap and shampoo, and headed in the appropriate direction.

When he entered the head, it appeared to be unoccupied, although he could see steam coming from the direction of the showers. He stepped around the corner, hung his towel on a hook, and surveyed the shower area. He could see two guys in the far corner. Their backs were to him, but he could tell by the position of their arms and the motions they were making that they were having a mutual m**********n session. He headed for that corner of the shower area and made a point of standing under the nearest showerhead.

The guy closest to Chris looked over at him and said, “Want to join us?”

Chris looked pointedly at the guy’s erection and said, “I’d rather have that up my ass.”

“Sure, as long as we can take turns f*****g you while the other one stands as a lookout.”

“Got condoms?” Chris said.

“In the pocket of my towel wrap.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Half an hour or so later, Chris returned to his berthing area and crawled into his rack feeling much better about things.

THE WEEKS PASSED by all too quickly for Chris. On the eve of his departure, he was once again on his back in the storeroom being serviced by Seaman Jones. Chris usually jerked himself off while being f****d, but for the first time ever, the seaman bent and took Chris’ erection in his mouth. After Chris was spent, the seaman kissed Chris with his final thrust.

“You’ve never done that before,” Chris said. “Why now?”

“You’ve never wanted to do anything but get f****d before,” the seaman said. “Why? Don’t you like oral? You seemed to enjoy it just now.”

“That was because you were pounding my prostate at the same time,” Chris said. “I like oral s*x well enough, but getting screwed is the only way I can really get off.”

“Really! How come?”

“To make a long story short, I had a stepfather who screwed me from the time I was twelve until I turned fifteen. Let’s just say that I’m conditioned to really enjoy it one way, and one way only.”

“What happened when you turned fifteen?”

“I was a runt at twelve, but during the next couple of years I had a growth spurt. I waited until one Saturday afternoon when my mom was passed out drunk in her bed and he came after me like he always did. After he finished, he passed out in my bed and I cut his balls off.”

“You didn’t!”

“Cross my heart. He was out cold, so I tied a cord around his scrotum, hacked them off and flushed them. Then I called 911. As soon as I heard the sirens, I cut the cord and flushed it as well—even at that age, I had enough sense to know that it would be better for me if it didn’t look premeditated.”

“Good for you. Did you get into trouble for it?”

“No. What were they going to do to a naked and crying fifteen-year-old kid standing there with his attacker’s jism still leaking from his butt? They did a rape exam in the hospital and found plenty of evidence concerning the rough way he’d always used me. One of the cops actually congratulated me for taking care of the guy.”

“I hope he went to prison.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“He still there?”

“As far as I know, unless he’s met a bad end in prison. I’ve read that prisoners can be pretty rough on child molesters.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ancient history. I was sent to another city to live with my paternal grandparents, and that, as they say, was that.”

“How can you be so casual about such a thing?” the seaman said.

“I’ve had thirteen years to get over it.”

“Yeah. I’m going to miss you, Corpsman.”

“And I’m going to miss you, too.”

They’d been dressing while talking, and the seaman added, “Well, I guess I’d better go.”

“Yeah.”

The next day, the ship made port, and a few hours later Chris was in the air to Norfolk by way of two intermediate stops.