Your in the Navy Now

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Your in the Navy Now

Tony was 18 years old and just out of high school. His father and 
grandfather were both carrier Navy men, so when his older brother decided to go to 
community college instead of the service, Tony knew what course his 
family would set him on. And he didn’t mind it at all. 
He respected his older brother, Allen’s decision. (But respected him 
more for his ability to get laid with any girl he wanted). Basic training 
was tough, but his work showed. His body was fit, his stomach wash-
board for the first time, and that combined with his Italian-American olive 
complexion and his dark features made him extremely confident. At 6’1", 
he was happy with his height and with nearly seven inches he was really happy 
he had a man-sized dick. Throughout high school, he had never had much luck 
with the ladies, but now that his punk, pot smoker attitude had been replaced 
with discipline and a spiffy uniform he knew that more women would notice him. 

He had arrived in New York a day early. He only had two weeks leave now that 
basic was over, and he wanted to visit his grandfather. Grandpa Joe would not
get back into town until the next day, so Tony decided to stay in a motel
 for the night. He was in a bad part of town…but a lot of fellow Navy guys 
were around on leave, so he didn’t feel particularly out of place. He walked
up to a small motel that looked like it was originally a small house.
The sign promised a clean room for a really cheep rate…so Tony decided that it 
was probably his best shot.

He stepped up to the door and knocked three times. He was expecting a little old
lady or an old man but when the door opened he saw a beauty in her
mid-thirties. 

She was about 5’9" his long brown hair bundled in a scarf. She had piercing 
brown eyes, a pale complexion, and smiled at the sight of the young seaman. 
Tony knew he had not made a mistake.

Her name was Jenny Sloan. The house had been her father’s, she told Tony
 in the parlor. She had gone through some tough times when she was living
 in Chicago, so when word came that her father had passed away, she moved
 back to New York. Turning the house into a small motel was a good way
 to pay the bills, Jenny went on and she loved renting to service men 
because that made her feel more safe. She told Tony that he was the only guest that 
night, but was welcome to the best room in the house. Tony smiled and gladly 
accepted.

He went right upstairs. After a long flight across country, he was ready
 for a shower…and the sight of the lovely Jenny had made him more horny 
than he could remember----finally a night alone to take care of business.

 He walked into the bedroom and began to undress, leaving 
his uniform neatly folded on the bed. Just as he turned to enter 
the bathroom, the door swung open. "I brought you some clean towels," 
Jenny said. When she saw Tony she stopped and inhaled sharply. It took 
him a few seconds to react and cover himself with the bathroom door…but 
in that moment Jenny saw a full shot of Tony’s three inch soft 
dick flopping around over his loose ball sac. Jenny turned
her back on reflex…even though she could no longer see anything. 
"Oh, I’m so sorry," she said. Tony was a little embarrassed, but the 
idea that a beautiful woman like Jenny had seen him 
naked started to turn him on. "That is okay," he said. 
"Thanks for the towels." With that, she left. 

Tony started the bathtub and began to shave. When the water was
 full, he lowered himself in, laying back against the cold porcelain. 
He fell asleep there, and did not wake up until he heard his 
bedroom door open. A knock came at the bathroom door and he answered
"I’ll be out in a minute." Jenny replied by opening the door slowly. 

"Come out now," she said. Tony’s heart raced. He rose from the tub, 
warm water rolling of his body. Jenny looked at him, smiling. As her
 gaze moved down his body to his genitals. She started for a moment
 at the sight of his still flaccid penis. Tony smiled, saying: "What, you 
never saw an uncut guy before?" Tony was proud of the fact that 
he was uncircumcised. The only other guys he knew that still had 
their skin were his father, grand-father, and older brother. Jenny 
nodded, but didn’t smile. "Yes, I have….I just didn’t notice before
 that you were….that way." Tony fault back the bad vibe he was getting
 and smiled at the woman. "Lots of women think it is sexy," he said,
trying to play her remark off. Jenny smiled: "Oh, you’ve been with 
lots of women, hmm?" Tony smiled, replying: "Only two…I give you my word." 
Jenny smiled again, more genuine this time. "Well, Navy-boy, why 
don’t we make it three…"

Jenny allowed Tony to undress her slowly. For a woman in her thirties,
 the boy marveled at her toned body. He cupped her breasts as she 
backed him onto the colonial style bed. 

"Do you mind if I am on top?" she asked. "It makes me feel more in control." 
Tony smiled, "Not at all; I’ve never done it that way." Jenny
 pushed his hard chest, and he fell back on the plush pillows
 and blankets. She crawled up to his face and kissed him. He massaged
 her breasts as her hand touched his penis for the first time. She
manipulated his foreskin, rubbing gently until Tony stood at full staff. 
Then she rose off the bed and turned her back to the young 
seaman’s face. She mounted him backwards, rubbing the boy’s upper
 legs as she lowered herself onto his long pole. Tony was taken by
 surprise by her choice of position, but he didn’t 
mind. He immediately began rubbing her lower back and tight butt as he
 felt his penis slide into the silky wetness of a pussy for only the third
 time. Jenny gasped as the dropped down onto the last two inches
 of Tony’s dick. She immediately started riding fast. 
With one hand she rubbed her own clitoris; with the other she continued 
to rub Tony’s strong thigh. Tony stared at the woman’s tight ass as it bounced 
off of his midsection in a fast rhythm. 

Her pussy was a little loose but the hottest he had ever felt in 
his limited experience. He knew he could not last long. 

Jenny continued to impale herself on the young man, all the time
 trying to get the image of his uncircumcised foreskin out of her mind. 
But she could still feel the skin moving along the boy’s penis 
shaft inside of her; with every up stroke she felt the young sailor’s
 plump penis head become covered with that long hood of flesh. 
She continued to rub his thighs, feeling them tighten and strain
 with each downward thrust of her body. Looking down, she stared at Tony’s 
nut sac. The once loose pouch was now tight, outlining the youth’s 
jewels perfectly in the wrinkled, dark brown skin. She reached 
down with both hands and cupped the package firmly, just 
enough to keep the boy’s foreskin from sliding during her
trusts. The feeling of a penis with its skin pulled tight 
and taut drove her over the edge. She released the boy’s nut sac with once 
hand and rubbed her clitoris hard as orgasm approached.
Tony was groaning loudly behind her, and the tenseness of his 
legs and the twitching of his toes told Jenny that his time was near as 
well. Jenny cried out as her orgasm consumed her…and she felt the
 first flood of semen into her body. But with only one hand cupped
 over the boy’s balls, it was not enough to hold back 
the sliding skin in her…and her mind snapped……

She clamped down on the boy’s balls, even as their seed filled her
 body with a rush of fluid. Tony, in the 
mist of only his third orgasm with a woman, found his
profound ecstasy interrupted by the gut wrenching pain in his groin.
 The ultimate pleasure for a man—orgasm—was combined for the 
young man in that moment with pain from the most vulnerable
part of his anatomy. His mind swam to comprehend the terrible
 contradiction his body was enduring. Jenny continued to squeeze,
 with all the 
force her orgasmic body provided her. She screamed out
again—but not a scream born of pleasure. 
This was a scream born of fear. When she felt the last of the sailor’s 
semen escape his organ, she released the boy’s tortured balls.
 Her entire weight was still on the boy, his penis still embedded 
in the hot pleasure of her pussy, yet he struggled to move, to grab 
his precious jewels for relief. Jenny slammed her fist into the boy’s
 tight sac, causing him to cry out and his legs to jerk underneath 
her. Jenny threw her head back and screamed: "You will not have me. 
I’ll not let you do it to me again!" 

Tony hardly heard her through his pain and certainly couldn’t
comprehend what she meant. Jenny pushed off of the born, letting 
his wet penis flop down on his belly…the pleasure it had just felt long 
forgotten by its owner. Tony grabbed his balls for relief,
rolling onto his side among the heavy blankets and pillows. 
Jenny leaped at the closet and emerged with a revolver. She cocked the 
hammer back, her eyes flaming. She pointed it at the boy, who
was becoming more aware of her as the pain 
subsided. "lay down or I’ll shoot," she demanded. Tony complied. 
Jenny straddled him backwards again, 
sitting on his tight stomach. Under her naked thighs she felt
the boy’s sweat…the cold sweat of fear, not the sweat of a 
satisfied man. "Don’t move or I’ll blow your nuts
 off, you scum," she said. She reached for her purse, which 
was buried under her clothes on the end of the bed. Tony could
 not see what she was doing, but could feel the end of the gun 
pushing into the loose folds of skin of his 
vulnerable sac. He struggled to think of something to do, some
way out of the situation. From her bag, 
Jenny produced a Swiss-army knife…a gift from her late father. 
She pulled the longest blade out. "Don’t 
move….I’m going to make sure you never do this again,"
the woman said. Tony felt the gun move 
off of his balls, but before he could act the woman had grabbed his
 loose penis. He felt a horrible stabbing 
pain in his penis…and the primal fear of loosing his
man-organ gave him the strength to throw 
the woman off of him. Jenny fell off the bed to the ground. Tony 
cupped his genitals and looked at his 
hand. It was splattered with blood. He yelled the bloodcurdling
cry of a man in fear of his manhood. 
He looked down and saw his penis covered in blood. Jenny recovered 
in a few seconds. She rose from the 
floor and jumped on the boy, hitting him in the head with
the handle of the revolver. The fear 
paralyzed Tony, and the pain sapped his strength. Jenny sat on his
 tight, hairless chest and pried the sailor’s 
fingers off of his ruined penis. "And I’ll make sure you
never rape another woman, you bastard," 
she screamed. With that, she swung the handle of the gun down 
into Tony’s ball sac. Over and over she 
slammed the gun down. Tony was wailing and weeping, his
mind refusing to accept the pain and loss he knew 
was occurring. Jenny slammed harder and harder. She felt one of 
the boy’s jewels break, but continued to 
punch and hit the source of his manhood and strength. She
continued to hit. The bedroom door swung open, 
and Tony fell unconscious. 

The police found the woman slamming a gun into the mushy remains
 of an 18 year old male’s testicles. 
The sac had been ruptured and the male’s penis had been
mutilated in some way. They found a knife and 
what appeared to be a blood covered foreskin. The young man 
was rushed to the hospital. 

That is where Tony awoke. The first sight he saw was his older
 brother, Allen, standing over him. "Hey 
Tony, can you hear me? Oh, you had us worried man," the
22 year old said. "How do you feel buddy?" Tony 
could hardly talk. His entire body ached. "What happened?" he asked. 
Allen shook his head. "It was some crazy lady. The police said she
 was rapped a few years back in Chicago. They figure all of the rapists 
were…uncircumcised. That must have been what set her off." Tony shook his 
head. All he could remember 
was the pain, the fear. "What do I look like?" he asked.
Allen shook his head: "I haven’t looked, bro." 
Tony closed his eyes, saying: "Look for me. I can’t." Allen lifted 
the sheet off the legs of his 18 year old 
brother, looking at his genitals. He bit his lip and replaced the
sheet. "What is it?" Tony demanded. 
But Allen just shook his head. Tony had to see, had to know. He flung
 the sheet off of his body and look 
under his hospital gown. His jewels were gone…even the
sac had been removed. The only masculine part of 
him that was left was the remains of his penis. His foreskin was gone, 
irregularly cut away leaving stubby 
tatters of skin surrounding his penis head. A large chunk of
his glans had been ripped away from when he 
had thrown the woman off of him as she cut. What was left was an 
irregular red mass, only one side 
vaguely resembling the perfect helmet that had once dangled at
the end of the fleshy tube. Tony shook his head, 
his mind swimming. "I’m not a man," he said. Allen grabbed his 
shoulders. "That isn’t true. The doctors 
said that there was a good chance some sexual feeling might
remain in you penis. They said that with 
hormones you could even have an orgasm again someday." Tony fell
 back on his pillow. "I’m not a 
man…not like you are," he said, staring at his brother’s crotch, his
mind envying the perfect genitals he knew 
resting inside those loose jeans. "I’ll never be a man again."