Navy Brat Introduction (no sex)

This has been a hell of a week. A few weeks really. It's a real
pain in the ass being relocated to a new city to keep you job.
Two weeks ago I packed the essentials in my truck and drove over
twenty hours to take up a new job as a Naval Computer Systems
Engineer (NCSE) on a Navy base. It's one of those jobs well
suited for non-social people like me. I always work alone and
mostly go un-noticed throughout the week. People call or email in
systems issues and I either tap in remotely to fix things or
sometimes I have to crawl under desks to replace parts or plug in
the computer after some idiot steps on the wires under the desk.
Either way, I pretty much always deal with upset people who blame
me for system problems and just want me out of their hair. A very
thankless and stressful job.

I've spent nearly very night since arriving unpacking and setting
up my apartment. This is a Navy apartment complex. This means
that it is specifically designed to house Navy personnel and
their families. I'm not Navy, I'm a private consultant. But due
to my high security clearance and requirement to be on-call and
immediate-response, I get the privilege of being housed at the
closest possible location. This complex is less than a mile from
the main gate. I can be anywhere on base in less than 10-minutes.
Truth is, though, more than 90% of my work is done from the
comfort and quiet of my apartment command center. Yes, I'm a
computer nerd and only I refer to my set up as a command center.
You might think so too if you saw the three laptops and two
desktop systems tied into an array of five wide-screen monitors.

But this story is not about my computers, it's about my stress. I
am one of six NCSE's and at 5pm had just finished a 12-hour
shift. I had spent about an hour crashed on my couch and was
about to nod off when I remembered the complex swimming pool. I
hadn't even been outside in the last 6 or 7 days and only once in
the daylight. So, I shoved two beers into cozies, grabbed my
gym-bag and headed outside.

It was hot outside. Not hot really, hot-humid. The humidity that
makes you sweat from just standing. As I neared the pool area I
could hear splashing. I started thinking it would be nice to
catch some young Navy wives lounging in scanty bikinis. My last
apartment was overlooking the pool so I spent many hours with
binoculars in one hand and wanking off with the other. Just the
memory of Sandy in her bright yellow bikini or Gena in her white
one-piece put a bounce in my step and a stir in my sweat-pants.

With my gym bag slung over my shoulder I pushed through the tall
wooden gate to the pool deck. Right in front of my eyes was a
short pair of legs and a pair of shiny wet but-cheeks. The woman
they belonged to was standing on the pool's edge bent completely
over with her hands touching her feet. Her suit bottoms were
there but so pulled into her ass-crack that I couldn't even tell
you what color it was. I was frozen like a dear in the headlights
and let the heavy gate slam shut behind me. This startled the
woman and she spun herself up and around to see what had
happened. 'Oh, my' I thought as I looked into the adorable face
of a little angel. She was no woman, barely 10 or 12 years old.

I was still frozen in place standing about five-feet from this
wet child. Long legs (for a girl) up to a patch of white cloth.
Above that was a very tight tank-top t-shirt that clung to her
smooth skin. The wet material not hiding any detail of her
excited nipples. My head may have been frozen but my other head
wasn't. My cock sprung to full attention propping up a tent in my
fleece sweat-pants.

"Oh, you startled me!" she squealed, "Hi, My name is Becca."

As she stood staring me up and down I became aware of my tenting
problem and swung my gym-bag down between us. She smiled and,
without looking, dove backwards into the pool. Not saying a word
my eyes darted around the area till I found the "Locker
Room/Showers" sign and headed that way.

The locker room was larger than I had assumed it would be. To the
left was a double wall of shower heads. the right half was facing
lockers with benches. Through the locker area were toilet stalls
and urinals. The place was empty so I dropped my bag on the bench
and plopped myself down too. As I leaned back against the lockers
I felt the vibration from some machinery on the other side of the
wall. maybe washing machines or the pool pump. I closed my eyes
and got lost in the hum of the machinery. My hand naturally
finding the throbbing organ between my legs. A few strokes
through my sweat-pants and I was reaching inside for some flesh
on flesh action. Soon I had shoved my pants to my knees and was
fully jerking off. Oblivious to the fact that I was not sitting
in the privacy of my apartment.

In my head a fantasy was playing out that had the little vixen
walking up to me and sliding my pants to my ankles. Talking to my
cock instead of me as if she had just met her best friend and
wanted to play. What I didn't notice was the man who had entered
the locker room. He stopped briefly when he entered when he
noticed my cock stroking. When he realized I didn't notice him he
became bold and walked quietly closer. His cock growing in his
loose bathing suit. He was only a foot or so away, with his feet
on ether side of my extended right leg. His suit pushed to his
thighs and stroking his cock slowly.

My first inclination that I wasn't alone was when he said, "She
has that affect on most people."

My eyes shot open to the sight of 10 or 11 inches of cock being
pulled toward my face by a thick and strong hand. I looked up
across six-pack abs and wide shoulders to the face of a soldier.
I'm not gay, but this guy was beautiful. he was one of those guys
in the Top Gun movie in the volleyball scene, that women drool
over.

"Hi, my name is Rick." he said as his hand let the large cock
flop down and extended for a hand shake. I did the same. I
released my cock and extended my hand to his. His grip was much
harder than mine, but I was able to hold my own as we gripped
hands. When we released his hand darted to my cock. He squeezed
it pretty hard (which felt great) and said, "Instead of wasting
this in here by yourself, why don't you get your suit on and come
out to the pool?"

When I sat stunned and still quiet he let my cock go. As he
turned and pulled his suit back into place (stuffing his long rod
into its place) he finished with, "Come on out, I'll introduce
you to Becca. It'll be fun."
