The “Tiny Turn On” series will feature a standalone erotic short in less than 1,000 words. If you enjoy this story, let me know!
1,000 feet below the surface of the ocean, a single Navy submarine glides in deep blue water. Outside of the ship, fish slide through the cold water in search of smaller fish to consume for their late dinner. Inside of the ship, the men are singing.
It’s the night before the submarine docks in Naval Base Point Loma. The men celebrate with cold beer and chilled liquors, throwing back tequila and listing the foods they’ll eat on shore. As some of the men stagger back to bunks and stations, the remaining group link arms and sing pop songs until they feel light and wonderful. A submarine has a way of knitting men together, sewing them up inside until they all felt like a family working in a long metal hot dog.
Ryan, a rosy blonde who misses video games and baseball, turns to his friend under all of the clatter and says, “man, I love you.” His friend Zach, a car enthusiast with dimples, returns his affection with a drunken kiss on the mouth. Sailors around them cheer, and the atmosphere changes.
Love and tequila vibrate the room. After the kiss, couples feel emboldened to link fingers and caress butts. Someone puts on music from their smartphone, a pulsing dance beat. Victor, a notorious flirt, starts grinding up against anyone in his way.
Ryan and Zach have sailed far away from a peck, and now kiss full on the mouth, exploring each other for the first time with tongues and hands. For months, they’ve watched each other and wondered. Now, drunk in the cramped dining hall, they have an answer.
Victor sees this and chooses his own victim, a thick meathead type named Erik. He grinds in front of Erik with his ass pressed against his groin, jerking and jiggling until he feels the rod thicken.
“Ooh Erik! You’re packing!” Victor shouts, loud enough for the crew to turn and enjoy the show.
All orgies start with a kiss. Zach consumes Ryan and reaches his hand down the front of Ryan’s pressed Navy trousers. His cock feels thick, sweaty from the drinking and dancing. Ryan stops caring about who is watching or when the next bell will ring. He moans, encouraging Zach to keep stroking the skin of his cock until he stains those pretty pants.
Men kiss each other, all over. Men couple on benches and grind while standing up, moaning with the beat of the music. Victor teases Erik with a view of his bubble butt, grinding up and down on Erik’s cock until he feels hungry to shove it into a hole and feel happy release. Like sailing a submarine into a dock.
Zach falls to the floor and unzips Ryan’s pants. He takes the curved, uncircumcised cock into his mouth and eats it until he gags. A part of him wants to show off; the other wants to impress the boy who has blushed and flirted his way into a powerful crush. Ryan’s hands shake as he feels the close-shaven hair on Zach’s head; a Navy standard. The pleasure is so great that he can’t believe they travelled nearly the whole ocean without trying this first.
Erik and Victor could care less about longing, about the lonesome nights, or about their “romance.” Erik yanks down Victor’s pants and regulation underwear. He takes his cock into his hand and rubs it against Victor’s bare ass, letting him know exactly where he wants to put it next. Spitting onto his hands, he covers the tip and shaft with a thick gob of saliva. Victor bends over and wiggles his ass impatiently until he feels Erik’s cock press past the ring of his hole and fill him completely.
“Ooh baby, that’s big!”
Victor jerks off his own hard cock while Erik groans with each push. The groans around them meld into a chorus, drowning out the dance music and changing the mood into something more “primal” and less “techno.”
Ryan squirts hot cum into Zach’s mouth, his eyes closed tight in pleasure. The moment after he finishes, he falls to his knees and begs for Zach to give him a taste of his generous cock. One favor deserves another. Zach obliges, praying that all of this is remembered tomorrow.
Erik is also close to his own release, pushing and pulling Victor’s asshole with his barrel of a cock. He watches two sailors jerk each other off in a corner, then turns his head to see Ryan giving Zach head. The view is too much. He cums with a scream so loud that it can be heard outside of submarine walls, echoing into the ocean.
“Now it’s my turn baby, I get to fuck you right back,” Victor says smiling. He knows Erik is drunk enough to oblige without feeling unmanly.
As Victor lines up to fuck the redheaded sailor, Zach cums to a powerful completion in Ryan’s mouth. The two men stand and embrace each other, then help each other button and zip their pants. They kiss, swapping spit and cum, making vows for Point Loma and beyond.
Sailors finish with moans and groans. A bell in the ship is rung, waking the men up from their orgiastic trance. Posts need to be filled, dishes need to be washed, sonar needs to be watched. Drunk and dizzy, they scramble to their duty as good Navy boys should. The submarine travels onward towards Point Loma. The fish around the ship keep swimming.
Mintie Price 