I Love A Sailor By Silk

Admiral James Chegellison closed the book on his desk with a thump. "Sandrabb! Get your ass in here!"

"You bellowed, Sir?"

"Cute, Sandrabb. How would you like to be working off a stiff sentence at Leavenworth this time next week?"

The blue-eyed angel in Navy dress whites hopped up on the Admiral's desk and crossed his legs. Toeing off his black patent-leather shoes, he reached out for the older man's crotch with his toes. They were talented toes. "You know how I feel about something stiff between my legs, Sir."

"What kind of a position is that, Sailor?"

"Parade Rest?" Blair offered helpfully, unable to suppress a grin.

"You will come to attention in the presence of a superior officer, Mister!"

Blair massaged the Admiral's groin with his foot. "Oh, I intend to come, Sir."

"What do you think you're doing? You're supposed to be a JAG officer! A fucking lawyer, for God's sake!"

"I am a fucking lawyer, Sir. I have every intention of fucking you. And as for what I'm doing, well, I'm just laying the groundwork, Sir."

"You're an irreverent punk, Sandrabb! I should have you drummed out of the Corps for this!"

"But you won't, will you, Sir?"

"Hell, no! What do you think I am, crazy? Come sit in my lap, baby."

"I hope I get to do more than sit, Jim."

"You can sing "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life, I've Found You" for all I care, as long as you're sucking my dick while you do it!"

"Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard of that one before. Think you could hum a few bars?"


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