The Submariner

by Zarek Dragon

I couldn't believe that the Captain decided to make Jake and I officers, even after he found out that we were gay. We left his office and went to morning chow as he ordered.  A cook was just unlocking the door as we approached.  "Are the rest coming right behind you?"

Jake spoke first, "We haven't a clue, we were in a meeting with the Captain instead of at PT."

"OK, then, come get it while it's hot. I'm sure the rest will be arriving soon enough."

Jake and I grabbed our trays and went down the line. After we had our food, we sat at a table and talked while we ate. I found out that Jake has two favorite colors and his favorite number is eight. And I think he likes bacon because he kept snatching mine. I have a piece of meat he can suck on.

OK, during our meal, I found out a lot about Jake and he found out some things about me. After we finished eating, I went back to our space. I'm not sure what Jake did, but he didn't come in until ten or fifteen minutes after me.  Maybe he stopped to use the shitter or something.

When Jake came through the door, I was already naked and climbing into my rack. He came over and grabbed my ass. At first, I was a little nervous thinking, "What if Ryan comes in?" But then we looked where his bag was and noticed it gone. We later learned that he had to be forced to leave and he had made threats against the COB and the Captain.

Jake removed all of his clothes as well and joined me in my rack. I was the little spoon and I thought I felt Jake playing with his cock. I was about to say something but Jake just said, "Shhhh," and I felt him fingering my ass with something wet. Then his cock snaked its way into my ass. It still felt sore as he did it, but not as painful as the first time, and once he was all the way in, he waited a few seconds before he started fucking me and then the pain gave way to pleasure.

I won't go into details, I'll just say that after Jake shot his load up my ass, he stayed inside me as we drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure what time Jake awoke, but he woke me up at eleven hundred and we started getting ready for mid-chow before heading to meet the Captain at thirteen hundred for our training.

We arrived with fifteen minutes to kill, but Captain Kirk was already there. "I'm glad that you gentlemen are early. I wanted to tell you that when Franklin said that you wouldn't be getting on the sub for six months, he wasn't aware yet that the sub won't even launch for seven more months. The Blue Team won't be taking her out for nine months."

"We were wondering, sir. We know that yesterday you said seven months, but we, or at least I thought maybe they found the necessary part after all," I stated and Jake agreed.

I think, since there were two of us and Captain Kirk wanted to make us officers, he stepped up the training a degree. We learned a few things about the sub, but he also started adding things we need to know in the way of leadership. I think the most important thing that Captain Kirk taught us, he worked right alongside us. He didn't just tell us to do it. We had him setting an example, and when one of us screwed up, everybody did push-ups, including Captain Kirk. His words, "Never ask a crewman to do something that you haven't done or won't do. They will respect you more because of it." I think I see his point because I do respect him more. And I bet not many Captains in the military will do push-ups with you when you screw up.

I hope you don't mind, but so I'm not repeating our activities, I'm going to jump ahead a few weeks to when we finally went to the training facility to be officers. The Nimoy Officer Candidate School was the official name that Franklin called the facility to which we reported. The building was about ten miles south of San Diego and it was shaped like a sub. Even the insides were designed to resemble a submarine to enhance our training. The only real difference was there were no crewmen spaces, only officer quarters. And just like on our boat, each one slept two

It had taken a few hours for us to get here. Captain Kirk drove the bus down to the facility. Until we arrived, we didn't know that even he had gear stowed on the bus, as he was staying. We all thought that the Captain might help instruct, but nope. He took the course right along with us. He said that it was the best way to see that we were properly trained. I think it has to do with what he said about not asking your men to do something you haven't done. We all know that he went to the Navy's OCS, or one of the other two ways in which you can become an officer in the US Navy, but while this will be similar, the course will be twice as long and geared to help even us that are fresh out of high school learn what we need.

Captain Kirk told all of the instructors to treat him just like any of us, with one exception. He had to travel every so often to our main complex to check on things. I almost died when one of the instructors got right in his face barking orders, but in true to fashion, Captain Kirk set the example and did as he was told. When I am a leader, I want to set the same example as the Captain is setting for us.

Our officer candidates consisted of both male and female. Counting the Captain, there were eleven candidates training. The rest of the officers will be Active Navy personnel. For our very first class we were separated as our uniform was a towel wrapped around our waist and shower shoes, more commonly known as flip flops. The women probably had their towels around their breasts as well. Metal chairs were set up in the shower room, and they felt cold on our backs. The instructor stood before us.

"Men, this is not really a part of you becoming officers, but if you're going to serve aboard a submarine, you need to know how to take a submarine shower. I know many of you think that you know how to shower, but aboard a submarine, fresh water isn't as available as you might think. So, to conserve water, you will run it only long enough to wet your hair and skin, then you will turn it off and suds up. Turn the water back on long enough to rinse off. We will spend an hour practicing this technique here and then you are expected to follow this technique the entire time you are here. Hopefully, I needn't remind anyone that we are not in high school."

"There are six shower heads and seven candidates here," the instructor began, "Since one of you has experience serving aboard a sub, so maybe you would like to sit out on this lesson?"

The Captain raised his hand to speak and waited until the instructor acknowledged him. "Would it be helpful if I demonstrated to these men how the submarine shower is actually done? I mean, you explained it very well, but some might understand better if they see how it is done."

"That is an excellent idea," the instructor agreed.

Captain Kirk stood up; leaving his towel on his chair, he approached one of the showers. I was amazed at how little water the CO used to wet his entire body. It also amazed me how good his body looked without his uniform on. All in all, I think the CO took five minutes to do his shower. The instructor congratulated him on such a fine demonstration. I wanted to congratulate him on such a fine body. He's not as attractive as Jake, but he is definitely a good-looking man.

The instructor told us to leave our towel on our chairs like the Captain did and see if we could follow his example. Ernie Raye may not be staying with us for long, he seemed more immature than a new born baby. "Can the Captain do his demonstration again, I kinda was distracted with his cock swinging. How long is that thing anyway?" he asked.

Jake and I just shook our heads, the other guys chuckled and one called out, "Fag." The Captain responded, "Just never you mind. The only one who needs to know its length is my wife. And whoever called out 'fag'; that will not be tolerated once you are on the boat."

The instructor spoke to the Captain before turning to speak to us, "Captain, I know that you're not saying anything about around here because you want to be treated like any other candidate, so I will. That will not be tolerated here as well. This is the only warning you will receive. Anyone caught calling another candidate a derogatory name whether it start with 'f', 'n' or any other letter of the alphabet will be sent back to the main facility. It will then be up to the Captain and Mr. Fredericks whether you stay on as a crewman, but you will not be allowed back here to become an officer. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," we all called out.

"Sir? I am not an officer. All of you except the Captain, drop and give me twenty," the instructor yelled.

"If they are doing push-ups, so am I," the Captain made clear.

"Very well, then. For the record, I am Gunnery Sergeant Leonard Travis, United States Marines, retired. You may call me Gunny, or Gunnery Sergeant. Under no circumstances will you call me sir."

"Captain," a good-looking guy, looks like he may be fresh out of high school as well, called out after we did our push-ups and headed for the showers, "If you are being a candidate as well, do we still call you Captain or sir?"

"Excellent point, what's your name son?" the Captain responded.

"Eli Rodgers, sir," the young candidate replied.

"Eli, and the rest of you, while we are here, I have no problem if you call me William, Will or Bill, however, any person calling me Willy or Billy, expect to get shot. When we are aboard the boat or at the main complex, it is Captain or sir."

We practiced over and over how to do the submarine showers. If someone would have told me that we needed to train on how to shower before I started, I would have thought they were nuts, but I can understand the need to not keep the water running, wasting it, aboard a submarine. We also watched a video of what happens when they blow the sewage from the toilets and if someone flushes the toilet at the same time. It was not a pretty sight. I hope that neither Jake nor I do that.

After watching the video, we went back to our quarters to get ready for chow. I don't know if it was luck or if the Captain had anything to do with room assignments, but I was sharing my officers' quarters with Jake. We hurried to get dressed and headed down to the mess deck. I figure that since this is a simulated submarine, I should call it that instead of a chow hall even though we are still on dry land. I'm wondering how many people will be hungry after seeing that shit blow up into someone's face.

We started to head in to get our food and the Captain stopped us, "Where are you heading?"

I decided to try out using the Captain's name, "We're heading to eat, William, care to join us?"

"I realize that you're used to going into the chow hall at the complex, but you will be an officer aboard the boat, so you will have your meals in the wardroom," William told us. That sounds so weird. I wonder if he would get upset if I stick with Captain or sir.

We walked into the wardroom and every plate had a sheet of paper with a name on it. Jake was seated right of the head. His paper stated that he was not to sit or eat until the Captain does. My seat was the head of the table. The sheet of paper had my name on it and it read, "Zarek Drage, you are acting Captain for today. No one else is to sit until you do and no one may eat until you've taken you first bite. Enjoy, for tomorrow someone else will be the acting captain."

I thought that was cool and decided that I wasn't sitting until everyone was in the wardroom. Captain Kirk stayed in the passageway directing everyone to the wardroom instead of letting them go to the crewmen's mess. Once everyone was in, and the Captain joined us, I took my seat and so did everyone else. It was cool, instead of going through a line to get our food, the mess staff, or rather stewards, brought our food to us.

While we ate, there was a lot of chitchat. I think some of the ladies may have soiled their panties when Eli looked at the Captain and asked, "So do you prefer William, Will or Bill?"

Then they were in shock when the Captain answered, "My family calls me Bill, my friends call me Will, and associates call me William."

Amie Kiser was the first lady to speak, "Does that mean we no longer call you Captain?"

"I'm sorry," the Captain looked apologetic, "You weren't with us when I told the guys that they can call me William, Will or Bill while we are here. For now, consider me a candidate just like you, but once we leave here, it will be back to Captain or sir."

"So Willy," one of the girls said. All of us guys stopped what we were doing and were ready to dive whenever the bullets start.

The Captain spoke in a calm but demanding voice, "My name is NOT Willy. While we are here, you may call me William, Will, Bill, Captain or sir, but never ever call me Willy or Billy. Next person that does will be dismissed and never return. Do I make myself clear?"

The girl apologized, almost in tears, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't know you would have an issue with it."

The Captain chuckled, "I can be a prick or a dick when I need to be, but I am never a Willy."

I looked at the Captain, "So Will, what training will be after our meal?"

The Captain gave a puzzled look, "I can think of several things it could be, but I am a candidate right now just as you are, so I don't know. Remember, I am going through this with you so I can see how they train and maybe give some advice."

"I understand, but do you have any thoughts on what classes we might have first, after the showers, what we should learn?" I rephrased my question.

The Captain chuckled, "Again, I know what you should learn if this were a Navy OCS, but I haven't a clue what we will be learning here, regardless of how you ask."

"OK, if this were a Navy OCS, what would we learn?" I tried.

"That I can answer," the Captain responded and started describing a few of the classes that the Navy teaches at OCS. As he was telling us about different classes that he had to take in the Navy, a man wearing what looks like a silver oak leaf walked into the wardroom. Thinking of the various ranks, I remember the silver oak leaf as being a commander.

He looked around at all of us, "I trust that you are doing well. My name is Commander Montgomery. If this were the Navy, I would be the officer for this class. As is, I was assigned by the Navy to be in charge of training officers. Should any of you desire to join the Navy after leaving here, this will NOT replace OCS; however, you will receive some credit for completing this course.  Seeing how you will be serving aboard a submarine, have you had your shower demonstration yet?"

"Yes sir, right before coming to chow," I responded. I was about to ask what our next class was but he began to speak again and I knew better than to interrupt.

"Excellent, I know this is your first day so we wanted to get the shower demonstration out of the way. You have your quarters assigned, make sure all of your gear is properly stowed and the rest of today is yours. We do have a car you can use if some of you want to visit San Diego to the north. We will begin actual training at 0500 and you will have your heads so crammed full of information that some of you may explode."

Captain Kirk looked at the Commander, "Commander, what will we be training on in the morning?"

The commander answered with a grin, "We will start every day with an hour of PT, then have morning chow. After chow tomorrow, you will go to a classroom for Academics. I believe tomorrow, you will be going over "Sea Power". For those who have never been to OCS, that's a history of the US Navy starting with how ships played a part in the American Revolution up to the present.  I see no reason to practice marching, unless you think it's necessary, sir."

Kirk replied to the commander, "The only purpose, in my opinion, for marching amongst this group would be to get a mindset of working together. That can be achieved in so many ways."

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