Twilight's View

On the Deep Blue

By: dexia





The ocean blurred by below me.



An excited voice to my right shouted “Wow! A MIG-55 D transport helicopter! I never thought I’d get a chance to fly in one of these hot mommas!” A camera pointed around the passenger area. “Man, its great having a famous buddy like you! Right, Shinji?”



“Eh?” Shinji murmured from his seat behind Kensuke and me, barely loud enough to be heard above the noise of the blades.



Misato turned around to look at the three of us. “Yeah, I thought you must be sick of being cramped up in the mountains so I thought it’d be kind of nice to invite to you guys to come along with me on this little date.”



Shinji kicked the back of my seat as a reminder; I got the hint and quickly sat up. “What? Are you saying that this is really a date we’re having Misato?” Even though Shinji and I are involved now, we still have to act normally around other people. Shinji just isn’t ready for other people to know yet. “I bought this cap especially for today, just for you. I’ll never take it off.” I really had to lay it on thick to keep up my dumb jock act; Misato might be able to see through it but Kensuke was completely fooled.



“So, where are we going?” Shinji asked with a voice to match his bored expression.



“Oh, we’re just taking a cruise on that little boat down there.”



The clouds parted beneath the wake of the chopper blades to reveal a fleet of ships. “Oh my gods,” Kensuke shouted. “One, two, three, four, five aircraft carriers and four battleships! What a fleet!”



With some extra chatter the helicopter landed on the lead ship. Kensuke kept pointing his camera at everything he could, shouting about how cool everything was.



My new hat was taken off of my head by a strong wind and I was forced to run after it. “Stop damn you! That’s my special hat, stop it someone!” It blew around the deck until it snagged on a pale and skinny leg. ‘Thank the gods’ I was thinking, until the leg lifted and smashed the hat into the deck.



My vision flashed red. A grating voice spoke in a German accent above it but I didn’t care. “Well hello Misato, how have you been?”



“Just fine; goodness, you’ve grown haven’t you?”



I was pulling on my cap as hard as I could without ripping it, but the German bitch just wouldn’t get her twig leg off of it as she spoke. As I heard Misato introducing Shinji to the bitch, which was named Asuka but would only be known as Bitch in my mind, a strong wind blew. Suddenly I could see black panties and a rather visible camel toe from my position.



She screamed something in German at me and slapped Shinji, Kensuke, and me. Now I was pissed. She hit me; I could get over that without too much trouble. But she hit the boy I loved and my best friend who was like a brother to me, this bitch was seriously going to pay now. “What was that for?”



“That was the viewing fee. Quite a bargain, eh?” She looked so smug.



“It was over priced.” I grabbed the zipper to my pants. “Here’s your change!” I shouted as I flashed my cock and balls to her. I thought my package was quite nice, when it was hard my cock was 7 ½” with a light patch of dark curly pubes. I guess Asuka didn’t feel the same way. That crabby bitch slapped me again.



While I was nursing my wounded pride and the large red spots on my face, I spied Kensuke’s camera. He was paying attention to Misato and Asuka now, but his camera was still pointed to where I was standing a few moments before.



“I’ll have to get that from him soon.” I muttered. Best friend or not, I wouldn’t put it past Kensuke to email a video like that to people in our school. While I have nothing to be ashamed of, I don’t want to gain a reputation as a pervert either.



After Asuka finally shut up, we headed for the bridge only to listen to that old windbag of an admiral whine about the Eva’s being children’s toys. The way I was feeling at the moment I probably would pop that old guy in the jaw if he insulted Shinji.



I think Misato sensed my mood and suggested we take a tour of the ship. I could see the old man’s face flush and his mouth opened quickly but closed almost immediately. Misato had placed her hand on his shoulder and was smiling, but her hand seemed to be squeezing his should pretty hard; I think I could see a few tears in his eyes. “Don’t worry guys.” She said, still smiling. “For today you have level one NERV security clearance. While it won’t get you within fifty feet of the front door of HQ, you can go wherever you like on this little boat. The captain and I are going to be in a meeting for a while so have fun.”



Kensuke and Shinji missed seeing what was happening and who knows what that bitch Asuka was paying attention to, but this was a perfect chance to get Shinji alone again.



We left the bridge, going down a narrow staircase that ended in an intersecting hallway. I looked over at Shinji and opened my mouth to talk to him when Asuka came over and grabbed his shoulder.



“Hey, third child!” Her nasally voice echoed through the hallways. “Come with me.” She dragged Shinji away as he sputtered protests. This left me and Kensuke alone in the hallway staring after them.



Kensuke looked over at me. “So Touji, since we can go anywhere do you want to check out the engine room with me? Its gonna be so cool!” He took off down the hallway towards what I assumed was the engine room. After a few seconds and some confused blinking I dashed off after him.



I easily caught up to him, I was the jock after all and he was a techno nerd, but I hung back a bit so I could see where he was going.



“I have to get his camera.” I muttered. There was no way I was going to let him keep footage of me flashing a girl. It would be all over the internet in minutes of him getting back. This could be hard; he has been keeping his camera in a death grip since we got here.



As we passed through a corridor I saw a sign indicating there was a head nearby. “Wait up Kensuke.” I told him. “I need to use the head for a second.”



He paused by the door. “Make it fast man, the engine room is waiting.”



I went inside; there were four stalls and four urinals on opposite walls, one of the stalls was occupied. I chose a urinal out of habit. Opening my fly and pulling out my cock to piss I saw Kensuke out of the corner of my eye come in.



“Guess I had to go too.” A stall door closed behind me. “Watch my camera, okay? I left it by the sinks.”



“Sure!” I said with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. I doubt he noticed though, a clink echoed through the small room as his belt buckle hit the floor. I didn’t even need to hurry my pissing; I had been holding it in since before we left the JSDF air base. Tucking myself away I hurried over to the sink. I turned the water on to cover any noise I made and picked up his camera. I was going to try to find the video when I got an interesting idea.



Sneaking over to the stalls, I lifted the camera so it could see into the stall and tilted the fold-out screen so I could see what was going on. What a sight. Kensuke was sitting in the stall playing with a cock poking through a hole from the other stall. It was about the same size as mine, maybe a little smaller, but that wasn’t what I was really looking at. Kensuke had his own cock out and was playing with it. I was really impressed; he had at least an eight and a half inch or better stick of meat pointing up at the sky.



He leaned over and started to lick at the head of the cock poking through the glory hole. If I hadn’t been standing so close I never would have heard the small moan from the owner of the cock my best friend was sucking.



I was so shocked at what I was seeing that I fumbled his camera and almost dropped it over the wall of the stall. I couldn’t believe that my best friend, practically my brother, was into this kind of thing. I mean, I was closer to Kensuke than my own sister and I had never thought of him as gay.



I just stood there, holding the camera as I thought back on the times we were together. In the hot summers we would go up to one of the large lakes and camp out on the beach for days at a time. Due to the heat we pretty much only wore swimming trunks the whole time, maybe I should say Kensuke only wore swimming trunks and I only sometimes did. Mostly I ran around in my birthday suit and got a killer all-body tan in the process. Maybe he did look a little too long at me sometimes, but I never figured it for anything other than guys being guys.



I snapped out of my thoughts and brought the camera back to the sink. I shut the water off and a sailor came out of the stall with a smile on his face. He was good looking, eighteen or nineteen years old and maybe six foot tall. He came up to the sink to wash his hands with that smile on his face and I couldn’t resist.



“You seem happy. Push out a big load?” I asked, speaking common-English and looking bored. He glanced at me in the mirror and I saw his eyes flicker up and down.



“Yeah, but it felt more like it was sucked right outta me.” He said with a smirk and an American accent. “The food around here is extra salty; all the guys are blasting huge loads cause of it.”



When he said that, I think I almost pulled a few muscles with how hard I had to work to not burst out laughing. The sailor left the head with that cocky smile on his face and Kensuke came out of the other stall looking a little red in the face. Resisting the urge to make a snarky comment I went for oblivious instead.



“Sheesh, you look like you just ran a marathon. I keep telling you that you need to eat more fiber. But you just have to have those dried military rations and this is what it gets you.”



I started laughing when his face turned blood-red, I could almost see the gears spinning in his head as he tried to grasp a quick comeback. “Hey shut up! A man’s bowels are his own business!”



I kept laughing as he came up to the sink. Reaching over, I clapped him on the back a few times. “Well they become your friend’s business when he takes twenty minutes to drop a log.”



“Argh! Come on; let’s go see more of the ship!” Kensuke grabbed his camera and rushed to the door before I could crack any more jokes.



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