These are some stories or the cartoon hunk Bluto. I don't know about you, but as a kid he was one if my first male crushes. Fuck Popeye as he was always weird looking to me. Bluto was a mans man. Big beefy and muscular in later cartoons.
These are tales of many of the Bluto characters he has done. And Popeyes longed desire to have the big hunky man. I know if I were him I would be all over Bluto.
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Bluto Tales (In the Navy (1)
Popeye remembers the olden days. Some years back before he and Bluto were not friends. Before all the mess of their friendship collapsing. All the division between him and his old friend being caused by that scrawny bitch Olive. And as he looked back at it now he wondered why was in his head, why he or Bluto for that matter were so infatuated with her. Stringy legs and almost no boobs. And certainly not the most attractive woman he had ever seen But somehow this crazy woman had him and Bluto wrapped around her skinny fingers. Thankfully no more. Popeye was were he belonged. And thankfully he was able to repair his friendship (and more) with the hot stud.
Well their friendship went way back. Before Olive. A friendship and love that started when they were back in the navy together. Many years ago. Popeye was a young man, skinny and scrawny to most of the guys in the ship. But back then he always had his buddy Bluto. His big hunky and hot buddy Bluto They met when the two first joined the military. Back when he was just out of his youth. He had himself signed up to die his part to keep his nation safe. So joining the navy was the one that suited him. He liked sailing so this was the one for him
"Get to sail the seven seas" he said to himself
He remembers though when he first laid eyes on Bluto. There aren't the boot camp to get them prepared for the navy. Physical and their navy whites. Him standing in the barracks of camp. They would be .mostly there until they moved on to duty. Learning all they needed to know to be at sea. It was there when he was in line outside that.uto caught his eye. A big dude there at the end of the line. Tall muscular and looking especially hot in those whites.
"Wow. Who Is he?" he said to himself "That is one big guy"
Of course at first it was not desire that drove Popeye. He thought himself a straight man. Only he had not found the right girl. But here he was in boot camp of the navy. His eyes focused on a guy that was giving him a strange tingle in his belly. Or was it just hunger?
"Certainly is a very big guy" he said again
He looked at the guy. Unshaven and fairly rugged face. His body big and meaty. Vast chest and arms. His body a 'V' tapering down to a regular waist and strong looking legs that were pressed to the material of the whites. Not to mention the noticable bulge in the front of the whites he wore.
"Garshk" he said softly as he looked at Bluto "What a freaking good looking man"
He said to himself as he did not want anyone to hear him praising this male specimen. Least he be tagged as gay'. But he certainly could not believe how incredible looking Bluto was. When they were out in the barracks prior to sea departure. He was in the next bed to him. So Popeye was tortured with seeing this hot guy close and personal every single day. Not that it was anything terrible to look at mind you. But it was uncomfortable for him. To say the least.
"How ya doing?" The big hunk said to him after meet and greet. "What brings you to the navy" "Wanting to serve my country" Popeye declared "Yeah. Me too"
The two then started off a friendship. Helping each other out during training. Bluto dealing with heavy loads and such and Popeye quick and wiry. And it was great to have someone he could count on. Not to mention a nice sight to see every day. And bit did Popeyes see a lot of Bluto while there. Everytime he got out of the showers. The tiny towel trying to cover and hide the man's junk. Many times Popeye catching a tiny glimpse of the dude dick as the towel would give and slip. Again something that was pretty uncomfortable for Popeye. Bluto had started to be his friend and he was having lustful feeling for the guy. He worried that his leering eyes would be caught but the big hunk. And Bluto would tell him to 'fuck off' or beat the shit outta him for being a 'fag'.
"Stop staring" he would tell himself "Stop fucking staring"
And for the most part Popeye was able to keep from letting his lust cause strain and or animosity between Bluto and himself. So he Tried only to look up at the man's face. Avoiding his body as best as he could, especially the bulge or glimpses of dick he would get. And on the I casino he could not avoid seeing or fantasizing about Bluto. He would spend some extra time in the bathroom, jerking off...
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To be continued