The Gay Ship Lollypop
The Gay Ship Lollypop
Monkey Publication
Jack Evans
$1.95
Excerpt
The men arranged themselves around the table in appropriate order of rank.
“I’m sure that you’re all wondering why you’re here, so I’ll get to the point as soon as I’ve cleared up a couple of details. I’m Admiral Johnson, head of Naval Intelligence, and this is Commander Jesup, who is the Commanding Officer of the USS Garry Daniels, to which you have all been assigned.” Admiral Johnson paused and looked around the table.
“I would imagine that most of you are surprised that you’re still in the Navy at all. Well…it’s this way. You all have three things in common. One… you are all officers. Two…you are all considered by your C.O.s to be efficient, up and coming young men, and three…you’re all as queer as three dollar bills and you’ve been caught.”
Bif started and tried to look at the other men around the table out of the corner of his eye. A couple were smiling, including Commander Jesup, but the others were all looking like they wished the floor would open up and swallow them!
“Each of you has been accused of overt homosexual activity and have subsequently admitted it or you wouldn’t be here.” He studied the group. “The situation is this gentlemen. The Navy has been increasingly concerned with the rise of two problems in the ranks. Drugs…and queers!” He wasn’t pulling any punches.
“Both problems have reached such proportions that ridding ourselves of those involved would semiimpair our operational readiness. Therefore, we have decided to experiment.
“Of the two groups, the drug users are the worse problem, because they are absolutely useless to us. They are physically affected by their problem in a way that completely incapacitates them for active duty The homosexuals, on the other hand, are frequently efficient and competent officers, unwanted by the service due to social taboos, rather than inability to perform.”
Bif was jolted from speculation of this odd speech )y a foot sliding under his pants leg. He immediately looked around the table and found that the owner of he foot was a broad-shouldered hunk of blue-eyed muscle wearing Ensign bars, immediately across the table.
“Well!” He thought as he settled the blue-socked foot in his crotch. “It looks like this could be interesting!”
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