'Taddy' Tadworth is off to a camp filled with sexy and stunning trainee sailors. Spud is his roommate, a hunk of a straight sailor. But Taddy is well versed in the ways of dealing with horny straight sailors and knows he need only bide his time.
Soon, he has several trainees under his charge, with the likes of shy Shane, naughty Cockney lad, Toppy, and the delightful but dangerous Andie. And, as with many trainees, he soon discovers some young sailors can be a bit of a handful.
But life is not all fun and frolics, and before long Taddy finds himself involved with a trainee who is becoming to hot to handle.
Ken Smith specializes in racy stories set in the British Royal Navy, including his best-selling novel 'Brad' and 'Going Down'.
A recent review called him one of Britain's finest authors of gay erotica.
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So, here I was on this sunny summer’s morning, kit bag slung over one shoulder, broad smile beaming over my face, strutting keenly into what I could only describe as gay sailor heaven.
I’d only gotten one foot over the painted red line that ran between the iron gateposts of the training camp, when I was challenged by two tons of marine armed with an automatic weapon.
I quickly glanced down at the other powerful weapon he was proudly packing beneath his tight-fitting combats.
Flashing him my identity card, I confirmed myself as friend. A really good friend at that, he would no doubt discover if all went to plan.
“Welcome to insanity,” grinned the handsome man, ushering me into the Officer of the Day’s office, where he announced my arrival.
I gave him a disgustingly erotic smile in return and nodded a thank you.
“Welcome to heaven!” I inwardly replied when a boy-sailor skin doubled by, no doubt on his way to run some errand or other.
A miserable sod of a ‘snotty’—midshipman to non-sailors—was the Officer of the Day. A good two years younger than me, he sat behind a large oak desk. A nervous trainee waited upon him, serving him breakfast. I had a distinct feeling the poor little bugger was probably required to spoon-feed the pig as well.
God, how I hated some officers, especially those who had been in the navy a lot less years than I had, just like the wet-nosed, piss-powered one sitting before me.
I remained as solid as Nelson’s column whilst Snotty continued to scan my papers and look me up and down. After he had finished eyeballing me, I sneaked a crafty wink at the pretty skin whilst the pig’s attention went back to my draft papers. I got a half-smile half-grimace from the lad in return. I think I'd cheered and relaxed him a little. I really hoped so.
“Tadworth!” Snotty suddenly spat, breaking the silence and causing the youth to jump with shock.
“Sir!” I replied, my voice calm and polite, although a vision of ripping his posh little head from his shoulders and shoving it up his lazy fat arse flashed through my mind.
Snotty lifted the tin lid covering his plate and peered unappreciatively at the meal kindly provided him by the youth. “I see you’re only going to be here for six months, Tadworth,” he continued, somewhat accusingly, his sweeping hand indicating to the youth to take the food away.
Snotty’s eyes raised but his head remained bowed when he gave me one of those looks which only officers the likes of him could give. “That’s most unusual, Tadworth. I hope you’re not trouble." He raised his head. "We don’t like troublemakers here!” he added accusingly, without knowing the first thing about me.
“I bet you don’t like anybody here. Most definitely the young lads your supposed to be training and helping to turn into fine young men, you miserable bastard!” was fighting to jump from my mouth and into his face, along with a fist to hammer the point home.
All polite and loving, I simply replied. “I’m no trouble, Sir. I think I’m here to replace a rating whilst he’s on compassionate leave.”
Snotty flashed his evil eyes up and down my entire torso as if searching for clues. “I see. Do you know which rating?”
“No, Sir. I expect it’s on my draft papers somewhere,” I replied as sarcastically as I was able, without making it obvious and refraining from adding, “If you can read, that is!”
He gave me one of his ‘I think you’re a lying bastard, thief, scum of the earth, deck ape rating’ look. Who the hell he thought he was, I’ve no idea.
Quite frankly, it was none of his bloody business how long I would be here or why I’d been drafted. That information was purely between my Divisional Officer and me. I wanted to remind him of that fact. Unfortunately he was an officer, albeit the lowest of officers, and the best way to deal with them was to do the ‘yes, no, three bags full’ routine.
Snotty continued to thumb through my draft papers, all the while sending more accusing glances up at me. “Okay, Tadworth, that’ll be all. Take your papers to the drafting office.”
“Sir!” I did my short reply bit again, chopping off a salute before I marched away.
“Oh yes. Get a haircut before sunset, Tadworth. You look like a damn girl!”
What a prat! That said I didn’t expect to get a compliment about my sexuality so soon. Fighting back a giggle, I chopped off another perfect navy salute, this time imagining I was wielding an axe. “Sir!” I shouted as the satisfying vision of his head landing on the desk flashed before my eyes.
I stepped from the Guard House and left the sad faced trainee to his fate.
“What a prick,” I whispered to the marine as I stepped back into the welcome sunshine and fresh air. “How long has he been here?”
The marine grinned. “A week.”
“That long? Christ, I’ve had sex last longer.”
“Tell me about it.” The beefy marine gave me a wink as he marched toward another potential terrorist and left me to begin my drafting routine, which was the first thing you did when joining a new ship or shore base.