My Bathhouse Bear

My Bathhouse Bear

by Jon Hold

Copyright ©2014 by jonhold@earthlink.net

Foreword: Bear Hunter wrote "Bathhouse Bear", which reminded me of a similar occurrence in my life a 'few' years ago... Please keep in mind that both Bear Hunter's story and mine happened enough years ago that AIDS was NOT an issue. We should have been more careful anyway!

I was finally 18 and had every intention of doing "it" all at once. All the "it's" that I'd heard and read about and that had been denied me. I was downtown San Diego one evening, burning the torch at both ends when I went by a dingy looking door with a lit sign that said "Public Baths". Was this one of "those" places? Well, I was sure as hell about to find out.

I went through the dirty blue door into a small room with a door on the left and a window like a tellers window to the right. There was a sign in the window:

Public Baths

Locker: $2.00

Room : $5.00

Extra Towel: 50¢

I fumbled getting my wallet out of my pocket and, trying to act as grown up and man-of-the-world as I could, walked right up to the window. An old fart with really rheumy eyes looked up from the paperback he was reading, "Let's see some ID kid!"

"Yes, Sir," stumbled out of my mouth as I tried to hold onto my five dollar bill and pull my drivers license out of my wallet at the same time. A task difficult for me to perform under the old man's bored gaze. He finally got to look at my ID, cursorily, and impatiently said, "Well! Give me the money, kid. Hey, you sure you wanna go in there? The fleet's in and those wolves are gonna eat you alive. Why don't you go over to the Club Baths. Here, I'll even give you an introduction card..."

"Uh... No, Sir. Thank you very much, Sir, but this is were I want to be."

"Okay!" the old man shrugged. "It's your ass gonna get tore up, not mine!"

As the old man took my wallet and all but $2.00 (for soda's and snacks) and locked them in a safe deposit box and gave me a small towel and a key on an elastic band, I couldn't help but think, "Oh, boy! Sounds like I'm going to find some serious dick to fuck my ass --- finally!"

The door buzzed and I walked through --- into heaven! A somewhat dingy and smelly heaven, but very definitely heaven. A long hallway with lockers on both walls with long wooden benches like in High School gym class running right down the middle with a mass of sailors getting into or out of uniforms and street toughs strutting around naked with their towels thrown over their shoulders or tied tightly around narrow hips. The smell of naked or semi-naked manhood was almost overwhelming and left me feeling dizzy. There was a hubbub of noise with guys talking and teasing each other and describing how horny they were and how their buddies had better not drop their soap in the shower unless they wanted to get fucked. My asshole clenched and I didn't see a single swinging dick that I wouldn't be willing to have drill me, and a couple that I'd be willing to beg to have up my ass. One young Marine in particular had a dick swinging so long that I just had to know if I could take it.

Flush faced and sweating I hurried to find the staircase up to the third floor where my room was. Just before the doorway to the staircase there was a wide opening into a huge steamy tiled room full of shower sprays and naked men. I stood there in shock watching them casually shower while some guys stroked their hard dicks and others kissed or felt each other up. I shook my head and rushed up the stairs. My room was in a corner, so it was a little bigger than the others, but it was at the far end of the hallway from the stairs. Some of the room doors were open and there were guys, naked or just barely covered by one of the small towels, sitting there smoking and touching themselves, or laying in the room's small bed with their naked ass exposed. I figured out later that they were advertising for anyone who had an interest to just walk in and cornhole them. Meanwhile, I was on the rail and just barely managed to keep from cumming in my jeans as I stripped and paced around the small room trying to figure out what to do next.

Just thinking of all those hot guys in the shower on the first floor had my cock drooling, I knew, inside, that I was going to end up there, so I figured I might as well bite the bullet and go. Wrapping the small towel insecurely around my waist, I left my room and after carefully locking the door, I put the key lanyard around my wrist and walked with feigned casualness back down the hallway trying not to ogle the naked men. Several of the men sitting in their rooms perked up and tried to look interesting to me, but I just slowly walked down the hall as if the people were nothing more than dummy's in a store window. Besides, I didn't want to take the risk of chasing someone, I wanted someone to chase me!

Now, all these years later, I sort of realize what an effect I must have had on some of those bath queens and trolls. Just barely 18, I'd led an active life, martial arts, horseback riding, gymnastics and scouting with all its attendant hiking and camping out. In other words, I was fit and healthy. I've never been what I would call good-looking, but I've never been considered repulsive looking either. Just one of the brown-hair, brown-eye average kind of persons. My dick's pretty good, seven plus inches and solidly thick. I was either on the rail or just barely pre-rail that whole evening, so I was undoubtedly showing against my skimpy towel. At my age now, if I saw me as I was then I'd probably jump my bones at the least excuse. I imagine I was having pretty much that effect on those poor, lonely men, and as little aware of it as any young man might be.

Several older men moved out of my way as I bounced downstairs. Opening the door at the ground level supercharged my nostrils with the dank shower-and-naked-male smell. It was like High School gym but totally unrestricted. Every fantasy of seeing hot guys with boners in the showers or actually playing with their dicks was being enacted right before my eyes. My ears reverberated with the sound of deep male voices and seductive tones. My eyes filled with all the shapes, sizes and colors of pulchritudinous male flesh. I watched cocks and balls of all sizes and shapes bouncing and moving and twisting and enticing my cock to stand tall and throb with need as my asshole clenched and pulsed as I tried to hang my towel over one of the wooden pegs.

My towel finally hanging in the richly humid air as limp as my dick was standing erect, I moved awkwardly through the shower, vastly aware of hard male flesh and smooth rounded asses, bulging cocks and pendulous balls and of men, real men looking at me and judging me as they groped themselves or the buddy standing next to them. I blushed bright red and found an unoccupied showerhead all the way at the end up against the tiled wall. I stood under the abandoned shower spray, turning from time to time to make it at least appear as if I were taking a shower. I finally had to turn to the wall as my belly shuddered and my untouched cock burst forth with a white spray signifying the depth of my need.

I was still shooting when a bristly body rubbed against my side and a hand took a firm grip on one of my asscheeks. "Hey, Babycakes. Looks like you could use some help there."

I blushed deep red as I looked at what was obviously a grizzled sea-going sailor. He had the look, the act and the smell. Close cropped bristly hair, dark tanned face covered with a darkness of beard implying heavy testosterone charges. Broad chest with swollen, pouting brown tits in the middle of a forest of straight black hair. A hard narrow belly and small hips held a swollen dangle of very serious proportions in the midst of dark hair and heavy bulging balls. Strong legs covered with the same silken black hair held his body up next to me and his dog tags declared that he was George Popadopolous, USN, and fit for service --- or servicing.

Still holding onto my asscheek, the dark sailor pushed on the back of my neck and grunted, "Bend over sweetcheeks. Pop's got just what you need."

Deeply under the male beasts control, I did as I was told, planting my hands against the cool tile wall as the hard-bodied sailor moved behind me. The next thing I knew he had breached my ass and was riding his rod further up me. I'd never had a sex partner who was so sure of himself. So absolutely male and demanding of his connubial rights. Reeking of male sweat and hormones, the sailor kept me bent over and rode my ass hard. Fucking me with deep pounding strokes that proclaimed to the steam filled room at large that he was a man busy fucking ass. Another cocky young sailor stepped in front of me and without even saying, "Hi," pulled my head down, stuck his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face. My mind may not have known what to do, but my mouth and ass got busy as both sailors used their new fucktoy to satisfy needs long fomenting at sea.

I'd been a sex toy for some of the Jocks in High School, and even some of the teachers. I'd even done the Restroom-in-the-Park thing a few times. I was rapidly becoming aware that there was a difference between boys, office workers, and real men. The first sailor's cock felt great up my ass, and the second sailors lean body looked great as he held my head and made some great moves, slow and well played out down my throat. A small audience watched as the lithe performer used his body as a dancer would, only his intent was totally carnal and every movement was meant to heighten his sexual pleasure --- and mine. Rolling his belly and curving his hip, pressing his smooth cock deep into my throat and then no deeper than my lips but with great agitation, tweaking back and forth and drooling huge quantities of his juices into my appreciative mouth.

Slapping my ass if he noticed any inattention at his end, my original seducer fucked my ass with all the heat of a sailor long deprived of slot by sea duty. I had to wonder what was wrong with the man's buddies if they weren't taking care of his needs any better. He had a heavy cock and could really fuck. I did my best to give him the most awesome ride he'd ever had. He was certainly giving me the best fuck I'd ever had. The High School boys and tea room faggots I'd been playing with were nothing like these MEN. Both my horny sailors started reaching for the stars at the same time. Grabbing each other behind the head, they deep tongue-fucked each others face while slam-fucking me to glory.

Slapping my ass and patting my head in thanks, they backed off. Before I could stand back up they were replaced by two more horny sailors. I tried to resist, sorta, but was powerless against the two work-hardened and terminally lustful sailors --- especially after one of the men waiting for a turn at me rabbit punched me in the side and demanded, "Hold still, slut. Take that grade A Government meat in your cunt or we'll beat the shit out of you!"

Now afraid of what I had gotten started, I was none-the-less turned on by being forced to be the center of attention of all these hard-driving sailors and by the feeling of being forced. Horny young bucks with a never ending supply of hard cocks and slick, hot sperm. Older sailors with their experienced and knowing ways. Old-timers with work-hardened cocks well used to giving a boy what he needed most. They all came at me. I sucked and worked my ass until I just couldn't any more, almost as if I were paralyzed and just unable to respond. That made no difference to the sailors. Some of them held me up while the others were fucking my loose holes. I had cum all over my body where guys had jacked off on me, my hair was matted and my face was coated with a thick layer of clotted sea-spooge. All I could do was let tears pour out of my eyes as I was firmly, masterfully handled, and fucked and fucked and fucked to satisfy the unending need of a fleet newly back in port.

I must have passed out for a while because when I came too a big burly Daddy-type was holding me under one arm and reaming a bunch of sailor ass for loosing control and damn near killing "the kid". It dawned on me that I was the kid he was talking about.

All the other guys backed off, obviously not wanting to tangle with my savior, who looked into my face and just said, "Shit!"

He carried me under a running shower and washed me off with a gentleness that belied his thick, stubby, callused and hair-covered fingers. He was about as impersonal about it as if he were washing a muddy puppy. Running his hands all over me and upending me so he could wash all the cum out of my now loose asshole. He finally put me back down on my own two feet where, wobbly knees and all, I managed to stand, more or less on my own.

"You got a room, Kid?"

Part 20

"You got a room, Kid?" asked the burly older sailor who had saved me from the shower room gang rape.

I tried to answer him but my throat was too raw to talk so I just nodded. He looked at the key that was, miraculously, still rubberbanded to my wrist. Noting the number of my room, he put his arm around my waist and, buttock firmly in hand, half carried me out of the shower. Retrieving a couple of towels and the stub of a still smoldering cigar, he helped me up the stairs and down that long hallway with me mostly in a trance, fascinated by the stalwart male who was so very much in charge of me.

Warmly happy with all the sex the horny sailors had given me, feeling their cum roiling around in my belly and gut, my body satisfied... happily tired and, for once without the hammering of teenaged hormones screaming for release, I watched my burly savior. I was five-eleven, and he was at least three inches taller than me, maybe four. I was a chunky kid. More the heavy-weight wrestler than the light-weight gymnast I wanted to be. But my body was nothing against the massive frame of the bull male holding me. His chest was at least half-again as wide as mine, more like double. Where I had hard smooth disks of thick muscle holding up my small brown paps, he had huge slabs of hard plated muscle covered with dense hair spreading from side to side of his massive chest. His paps were used looking. Thick, standing out from his chest and available for nursing, each thick nubbin sticking out like a small cock from a pre-pubescent boy's groin. His shoulders and arms were thicker and heavier than my buttocks and thighs, which were stronger and bulkier than any others in my High School athletics class.

His belly wasn't six-packed like most of the younger sailors. It was much more matured. Stronger. More powerful. A smooth curve of beer belly backed up by iron hard muscle and work toughened sinew. Hair curled all over his belly and just got thicker below the waist where a dense mat cushioned and guarded this stud's prime equipment. Equipment built for breeding and some very serious ass fucking. This was not the randy hard weapon of a young stud. This was the gnarled and well seasoned tool of a mature and knowledgeable sea stallion. Lying placid as it calmly awaited the call to duty. Only when truly needed would it react, and then with a pureness of intent that would know no restraints nor bounds. My asshole twitched and I knew that whatever this man wanted of me, was his.

My asshole twitched and clenched over and over. I knew, deep inside me, that when this man was ready to use my body I had better be prepared. There would be no discussion. I would be told what to do and would not be given options. The Chief Bosun's mate was in charge, and that's exactly what I wanted.

I collapsed on the short stool next to the bed and sat there while he stared at me, the stump of his cigar rolling thoughtfully back and forth in his mouth.

"You stupid, or just fuckin' ignorant, boy?"

I looked up at him and ducked my head back down, blushing bright red.

His big mitt whacked the top of my head. "I asked you a question, boy!"

I mumbled something and tears filled my eyes when he thumped my head again. My dad was a nice guy and all, a great father, but... well... he just wasn't the kind of man this sailor was. I wanted to impress this older man and have him like me, but my dad had never taught me what to do, how to act around men, real men. I soon learned that my new mentor had no such problem.

He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me over on my knees in front of him. "You fuckin' stupid? Or some kind of virgin? Don't you know that a group of guys like that will fuck tender meat like you to death and not even notice?"

Tears flowing out of my eyes, I shook my head 'No' and said, "No. Sir. I didn't know. I thought they liked me."

"Shieeet, Boy! Of course they liked you. What's not to like? But without someone like me to watch out for you, you'll get hurt. Them boys just don't know when to stop. They'd a fucked you ta death and never noticed it until you got too cold to fuck. Now, I'm going to tell you just one time, you don't never go into a wide open gang bang like that, not ever again unless you got someone strong to watch out for you. You got that?"

"Yes, Sir." I said very meekly.

"Yeah, well, I know what you young'ens are like. All dick and hormones, an' no memory a'tall. So how about I make sure you don't forget."

He wasn't really asking a question, not one he expected an answer to at any rate. He was just sort of talking it over with himself. He pulled and lifted on the back of my neck and I was soon across his naked lap, my bare ass sticking up in the air and his arm holding me down. Other than a few swats I'd gotten from my gym coach, I'd never been spanked in my whole life. The Bosun set about changing that.

At first it was exciting. Laying naked across this burly man's strong thighs. The hair that covered his body grinding into my smooth, hairless and sensitive skin. I wiggled right into his lap, enjoying the feel of him. Even after all the fucking the young guys had given me downstairs, this mature stud was turning me on no end. Or, maybe it was because of all the fucking I'd taken downstairs that this self-assured, mature and very masculine man was turning me on so much. Whichever, I wanted more of him. Lots more. And I was about to get more than I'd ever hoped for.

My ass was a blazing inferno and my dick a stone-hard ache in my loins as I stood with my nose in the corner of my room, my hands straight down to my sides as ordered by Boats. "Boats." That's what he'd told me to call him. "Boats."

It sounded wonderful. Real manly. "Boats." The man who had saved me from being raped to death and who had taken a silly boy into his protection. A real man. A man who thought I was worth his time. A man understood and took the time to discipline me enough that I finally dropped all pretense, all my imaginings and fantasies laid down by the wayside as his hand on my butt brought a sense of reality into my life that I'd never known before. My cock had grown every bit as hard as the monster weapon pounding against my belly as HIS hand worked my ass over. No one before Boats had bothered to teach me about discipline. About how to follow orders and do what I was told without arguing or talking back. I'd been to the corner three times before, and each time Boats had pulled me back across his lap and started all over, explaining that I was NOT to think up my own rules or do whatever I wanted to do. I finally listened to him and didn't dare peek out of the corner or touch my ass in any way for any reason, even if I felt blood running down my leg.

I'd heard the door open and close, but had no idea if he had left the room or was standing there, just waiting for me to move.

My tears had finally stopped running down my cheeks when I heard the door open and close again. "Well. I see you finally decided to pay attention to me."

"Yes, Sir." I quickly said without turning my head. That and my tone of voice had already gotten my butt an additional blistering. I wasn't looking for a repeat.

I heard the plywood bedframe squeak as Boats sat down. "Come over here, Boy."

"Yes, Sir." I replied immediately. Turning, I saw Boats put his arms out. I took the two steps over to him and crawled into his lap like a little boy. He folded me into his arms and I turned so our bellies were together and my feet were supported by the mattress. I was no midget, but I fit into the burly sailors lap like the little kid I wanted to be just then.

"I'm sorry we got off to such a rough start, Baby. But you scared old Boats. You could have been hurt really badly downstairs."

Tears welled up in my eyes and my throat thickened. The last thing I wanted was to be a disappointment to this wonderful man. "I'm sorry, Boats." was all I could think of to say.

Boats looked down and saw me crying. He just rubbed my back and rubbed my butt and moved my head up so his nipple just sort of slipped into my mouth. I started nursing and he just rubbed my butt and hummed quietly to me. Finally he started asking me questions about my family and how I was raised. I never let go of his nipple to answer him, just nodded my head or shook it. Eventually, he took his hand off my butt and used it to lift my face off his nipple. I relinquished it grudgingly. "You mean that your father never talked to you about your body or sex or how to act or anything like that?"

Embarrassed to death, tears started leaking out of my eyes again. Afraid my voice would betray me, I just shook my head, "No!" Boats leaned down and kissed my forehead and then lowered my chin so I could nurse on his nipple again. He just sat and rocked me for the longest time. I can't remember ever feeling so safe, so secure or so comfortable ever before in my life.

I was dozy. Nursing on Boats now mouth-filling tit and all but asleep when Boats stood up and put me on my feet. His tit, four times the size of his other one, popped out of my mouth with a loud 'Smack'. A little dazed, I just stood there while Boats gave me a big hug, an even bigger kiss, right on the lips, and patted my fanny. "Come on, Boy. Let's get dressed and get out of here"

He held my underpants for me and made sure I was tucked into them properly. Then he held out my Levi's and pulled them up around my narrow waist after I'd stepped into them. I was still standing on the lower legs, but Boats just pulled up on the waistband, lifted me clean off my feet and kind of shook me down into my pants just like he was filling a bag of flour, or a pair of pants with a little boy. I giggled and Boats set me down and tickled my tummy and then motioned for me to lift my arms. I did and he tickled under my arms. He finally got me to hold my arms up in the air by promising not to tickle me again and then pulled my t-shirt down over my head and gave me a big kiss on my lips, "For being a good boy!". Boats pulled on my shirt and buttoned it for me and then carefully tucked my t-shirt and oxford button-down into my Levi's and buttoned up the Levis for me, patting my crotch to make sure everything was tucked away properly. Then he sat me down on the bed and put on my socks and shoes and tied my shoes. Boats had dressed me just as if I were a little kid, and I totally loved the feeling of being treated that way. Boats got me back on my feet and ran his hands all over me, making sure that all my clothing was adjusted properly. Running his hand between my legs again he felt my hard-on and then reached into my Levis to pull my hardness up to where it was comfortable and showed a definite ridge in my britches. Rubbing his hand over the outside of the readjusted crest, he nodded and said, "Good. That looks good, feels good and has got to be more comfortable?" and looked at me quizzically.

I just smiled beatifically and gave out with a happy, "Yes, Sir."

Wrapping his towel around his waist he patted my butt and said, "Good. Let's get the flock out of here."

Boats lead me downstairs to his locker on the first floor. I stood there next to the bench in my neatly adjusted clothes while Boats dressed himself in a Navy Master Chief's uniform with lots of gold stripes. My dick got even harder seeing all his awards and how manly he looked. The guy sitting two lockers over from Boats looked at me and smiled, "You're the boy that was putting out in the showers, aren't you!"

I looked at Boats and he nodded, "That's Sweeny. He's off my boat and a friend of mine. It's okay to talk to him."

I said, "Yes, Sir," and then looked at Sweeny. "Yes, Sir, Mr. Sweeny, Sir. I was in the showers with all those nice men."

Sweeny laughed. "Nice men! Horny Sailors you mean! Course, I was one of 'em. Loved your ass , Boy. You are a good fuck."

"Yes, Sir." I said. "I remember you. You have a really nice dick and you really use it good too! I tried real hard to be good for you."

"Damn, Sweeny!" Boats broke in, "I didn't know you went for the boys. I thought you were strictly for the girls."

Sweeny laughed again, "Hell, Boats. If you'd seen that super fine ass in the shower after all the time we've been at sea, you would have fucked it too! Hell, this boy was a better fuck that any of the damn bar whores I usually end up with. Tight, clean as a whistle and eager as a puppy. One hell of a good fuck!"

Boats was done dressing. He stood up and put his arm around my shoulders. "Well, we'll see you around, Sweeny."

"He your boy now, Boats?" Sweeny asked with a big grin on his face."

"Nope. But we might talk about that, so watch your mouth, Sweeny!"

"Hey. Didn't mean nothing disrespectful, Boats. Just wishing you luck."

"Yeah. Well... Thanks, Sweeny. I see ya around."

I felt scared, and suddenly empty. Boats didn't like me.

With that, Boats guided me into the narrow passageway towards the exit. A bunch of the sailors sitting on the benches and hanging out around the lockers looked at me lustfully, but saw Boats' arm around my shoulders and didn't say anything. Somehow, I got the idea that they were sort of afraid of Boats and wondered what that was all about... but felt even more safe.

We turned in our towels and keys to the old man and Boats said, "Good Night, Pebbles." to him and waited until I said "Good Night, Sir" and then we left. The side street the bathhouse was on was dark and pretty scary that late at night, but I felt safe knowing that Boats was there. We walked in silence about three blocks to a brightly lit street and a bus stop bench. Boats cleared his throat.

"Look. I don't want you going back there. You might get hurt. Go over to the Club baths on Market if you have to go. You should be safe there. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I said quietly, afraid that I was going to burst into tears again. Boats was dumping me at the bus stop.

Frustrated, like he didn't really know what to say, Boats went on, "Look, Kid. I don't want you disrespecting your father. He probably did the best he knew how. He gave you a good place to live, good clothes and food and a good education. Lot's of men don't even do that much for their kids. So don't you never disrespect him none, you hear."

I answered with an almost mute "Yes, Sir."

"I know that ain't all a growing boy needs, but you're lucky to have even gotten that much. I never did, and I know lots of guys who didn't. And I ain't never had no kids of my own neither. But I know that some boys need a lot more from their dads than their ever likely to get. Some boys need a Daddy to show them the ropes and how stuff works and like that. You one of them boys, Son?"

That was the first time Boats ever called me 'Son', and my heart surged with hope. I didn't really understand what Boats was getting to, but if it got him to calling me 'Son', I was all for it! "Yes, Sir!" I said, hope in my voice.

"You one of them boys, Son?" He asked in a perfectly flat voice, not asking for a 'Yes' and not asking for a 'No'. Just asking.

I looked up into Boats' eyes. My eyes teaming with tears, begging him, "Yes, Sir." Then I gulped and added, yearning in my voice, "Yes, Sir. I want a Daddy more than anything in the world, Boats. ...Sir."

In the quietest voice I'd ever heard him use, Boats asked me, "Do you think that you might like for me to be your Daddy, Son?"

Tears flying from my eyes, not caring if every eye in every car driving by was watching or not, I flung my arms around Boats and bawled my soul out. "Yes! Yes! Please! Please, Boats. Please be my Daddy. I'll do everything you say, Sir. I'll be a good boy and I'll be your boy, Sir. Please be my Daddy, Boats, Please..."

Boats, not caring who saw either, shut me up by the simple expedient of covering my lips with his. I hardly noticed when the bus pulled up and the door opened. I was busy with a buss of my own. Boats broke it off and pulled me up into the bus were the driver was watching us with an 'I've seen it all before" expression. Boats reached in his pocket and asked, How much for me and my son?

"Quarter for the uniform. Quarter student fare." the bus driver said in a bored voice.'

Boats handed him a dollar and waived off the change before leading me to the back of the bus were we sat talking quietly, my hand between Boats' legs feeling my new Daddy's throbbing boner. We got off the bus twenty minutes later in a nice, clean neighborhood. Boats lead me up the street and into one of those pink stucco apartment courts you find in old San Diego and to a cottage at the far end. Tile paths and a tile fountain mixed with Bird-of-Paradise, Palm, Hibiscus and Geranium in a miss-hash of lush proportions and mixed perfumes. Boats opened the door and waived me in ahead of him. The place was simply, but comfortably furnished.

Boats showed me where the bathroom and bedroom were and then stripped me naked, folding up his little boy's clothes as he went. "I want you to be comfortable around Daddy's house. So when you're here, I want you naked. Okay?" said as he put my clothes away in a drawer.

"Yes. Sir. But, Boats...?"

"Yes?"

"What if I have to go outside?"

Around the court is no problem. Except me it's just a bunch of old queens living here, and they'd love to see a cute young boy sunbathing nude. You can talk to them, and be nice to them. But don't let any of them touch you in a sexual way unless I tell you first. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

We stayed in the apartment for the rest of the evening, watching TV and talking, getting to know each other better. I wandered around looking at Boats' stuff for a while and suddenly felt very tired. I guess being fucked like that had sort of sapped my energy. I cuddled up in Daddy Boats' lap again and nursed on his other titty. Boats just held me and rubbed my butt and watched his TV program. When the movie was over, my new Daddy turned of the TV with his remote and said, "It's time for bed, Baby." He carried me into the bathroom and put me on the toilet, telling me to go potty before we went to bed. I sat there grunting and having a really good bowel movement with a lot of cum and stuff coming out. Daddy just leaned up against the wall and waited, a pleased smile on his face as he waited for his little boy to finish going potty.

When I was done Daddy wiped my bottom and then held my hand as he stood there and pissed into the toilet before flushing it. I had a sudden need to be as good to my new Daddy as he was being to me so I leaned over and licked the last drop off the end of his peter. Daddy just smiled and led me into his bedroom and put me to bed. I laid there all warm and mazy feeling, watching Boats as he stripped naked and hung his clothes up. What a powerful looking man he was.

Thick bodied and stoutly built, Boats was all man. Powerfully muscled and covered with hair, he embodied all that it was to be a man, to me. Most fascinating to me was the thick length that hung between his legs. Heavy, low-hanging balls swung freely behind the heavy arch of his man-tool. As he stood there watching his new boy laying in his bed, his cock began filling with blood. Smiling, Boats pulled back the light summer covers and completely exposed his new little boy. Sitting on the edge of the bed Boats really looked at me for the first time and decided that, at least for a while, he wanted his boy to be completely hairless. One of the queens in the court owned a beauty shop and Boats decided to have him take his boy and fix him up some day. Soon! But I wouldn't find out about that until latter.

Running his hand over my smooth hot body did nothing to calm Boats down. He'd been taking care of me for half the night now and had yet to crack a nut --- and he'd been at sea just as long as everyone else. Boats leaned over and kissed me with his full, blood-red pouting lips, and then whispered in my ear.

"Daddy's really horny, Son. Do you mind if Daddy fucks your ass with his big cock?"

I whined and wiggled closer to the big sailor. Looking in fear at the huge erection between my new Daddy's legs, I whined again, but in fear. Boats had impressed me with his big cock before, but now it was in full erection and I'd never seen anything that big. I didn't know how we were going to get that huge thing up my ass, but I knew that if I could take it that Boats was going to fuck me better than all those other sailors and Marines put together. My asshole started aching and pulsing as I arched up against Boats, saying "thank you" the only way I knew how. "Daddy, please fuck my ass for me, Daddy. I've missed you so much and I want you on top of me, Daddy. Inside of me. I want you to fuck me with that big cock and make your good baby boy beg for more."

While I was talking Boats bent down and sucked my boner completely inside his mouth and pushed one of his thick fingers up my butt. He bent his finger and pushed on my prostate, I arched up off the bed and blasted off in Boats' mouth. It was like getting a huge electrical shock. When I fell back down on the bed Boats just grinned and worked another finger up my butt. "Now maybe you'll be able to relax a little and take what I'm going to give you, because I'm gonna put my big ol' cock all the way up inside you, Boy. Then I'm going to fuck your brains out. What do you think of that, Boy?

I just smiled a lazy, peaceful sort of smile and raised my knees to expose my butt and lift it up to my new Daddy. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big cock until I learn how to take it and make you feel good."

Daddy took a can of Crisco out of the bedside table and greased up his whole hand. "Daddy's gonna open you up real good, Boy." Reaching down between my legs, Daddy pushed a big glob of Crisco right up my ass. "Yeah! Daddy's gonna fist fuck you open and then fuck you until his cum is spurting out your nose.

I lifted my knees higher as I felt Daddy's fingers start to open me up...

One finger at a time Daddy spread my hole open. After a long, happy time, Daddy kissed me and said, "Here it comes, Baby. Push down like you have to go to the bathroom."

I pushed down, my face turned red and I grunted and strained as Daddy's fingers and thumb spread me until his knuckles took their place. I lay there frozen. Wide-eyed. Wondering if I was ever going to be able to take a breath again. Daddy grinned and twisted his hand, his knuckles rippling their way around the tender flesh of the entrance to my anus. Grinning even wider, looking straight into my eyes Daddy made a fist and twisted his fist the other direction. My breath exploded out of me and I pushed down with my guts frantically, trying to save myself.

The Fleet was in and I was on my back, legs lifted and spread, looking hopeful; with a burly Master Chief Bosons mate looming all over the top of me, shadowing me as the lips of his massive cockhead kissed the pooched lips of my already well used asshole. First a long train of horny sailors of all sizes, shapes, colors and egos had fucked me unconscious and my new Daddy had to save me from them before the lust addled swabbies fucked me to death.

---This isn't the end of the story, it is, however, all of the story I've written... Hope you enjoyed!