Chapter 3

Dr. Rubai lifted her pencil to her lips, gave me an inquisitive glance, and nodded her head in encouragement to continue. She slowly uncrossed her legs and I thought I noticed a little wiggle in her seat as she remained quiet. Unsure if she wanted to hear more from me, or if she was hoping that I would move the blanket off of my turgid cock, I met her eyes while continuing to slowly stroke.

“Is that your only foray into bestiality, Shaw? The single dalliance of a young boy and a mare?” she spoke with a hushed tone.

“I wouldn’t say it was my only foray,” I smirked “However it was the only time that I ever fucked a mare. I held the bridle many times of a stallion while someone stroked or licked him. Though, while German porn shows people actually getting fucked by one, I have yet to meet anyone who can actually handle taking a horse cock fully.” I looked over to see her sitting with bated breath.

“When you say licked or stroked, do you mean that they were trying to capture a sample of the semen?” she inquired.

“I guess you could say they were trying to capture a sample. Though, it was simply a sample for their personal taste or to cover their bodies with. See Doc, I lived around people who firmly believed in sexual expression of any kind. All of God’s creatures have urges and needs. Some are just not talked about by polite society.”

She pondered for a moment before asking “So if that is how you were raised, shall I assume that you didn’t disclose this during your psych interview for your clearance?”

“I was never asked about who had sex with who or what in my interview. Well, not exactly. The interviewer did ask if I had ever thought of having sex with my mother. The answer to that question is no, by the way. I didn’t have a great relationship with her. However, if they had asked if I had ever thought of having sex with one of my Grandfather’s slaves, I would have answered honestly and said that I not only thought of it, but I actually did, more than once.” Realizing that I had stopped stroking my cock for a moment, I resumed the casual pace of my hand.

“I see. I would like to continue this conversation Petty Officer, however, it is nearing 10 pm and they would like the intensive care unit to be staff-only after hours. Can we pick this up tomorrow morning?”

“If I am awake Doc, sure. I suppose that you wouldn’t be willing to help a sailor out and take care of this before you go would you?” I couldn’t resist pushing the limit and shaking my cock under the blanket.

“Petty Officer, I am not sure that would be proper, however, thank you for the offer.” She said as she gathered her belongings to leave my room.

As Dr. Rubai left the room, I groaned in pain knowing that my sore muscles wouldn’t allow me to fully masturbate how I wanted to. The back brace was a cold plastic and if I let go of my cock, the temperature difference gave a unique sensation that wasn’t wholly unpleasant. I was happy with the fact that Dr Rubai at least closed the door behind her. I had pulled the blanket down under my balls so that if I was able to ejaculate, I would only need to clean the gown that was draped across me instead of needing an entire bed change.

The door opened and the light from the open ward illuminated the angry purple head of my cock as I had been stroking and edging myself for the better part of an hour. I lay there stunned by the entrance of someone, but not focused enough to remove my hand, nor cover myself with a blanket.

“I don’t know if I will ever get that image out of my mind,” Heather remarked as she closed the door behind her.

“Petty Officer Galnore, how are you doing this evening?”

“Shaw, I told you that you could call me Heather, I am off in 2 and wondered if you needed anything before I made my final rounds, but it seems that you have things well in hand,” she quipped.

“Heather, have you ever been told that NAVY stands for Never Again Volunteer Yourself?” I asked with a wry smile on my face.

“Who said I was volunteering for anything? I made an observation.”

“Well, if you won’t get the image out of your mind, I could suggest that you have it firmly in your head. Unless you would prefer it gently.” I had become brazen in my shameless flirting now.

Heather walked around the foot of my bed and slid the chair that Dr. Rubai had been sitting in back against the wall. Leaning over to push the chair had her bent in such a manner that I could observe her backside. While being a typical “plain Jane”, Heather did have a nice ass when bent. She stood, logged into the terminal that was connected to every device that was in the room, and typed while remaining quiet. I continued to stroke my cock, however, I was now trying to imagine her fully undressed. I had already had my fingers brushing past her pubic hair today to slip into her moist center. I had also kissed her deeply, though my brain at that time had been focused on the feeling of Day’s mouth taking my cock into his throat. From the side, I could see that while she could be described as plain, it was plain to see that she tried to be nondescript. Her breasts were probably compressed under a sports bra, though her profile showed the gentle slopes that would be a joy to explore.