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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES.
-- SAILORS DO IT DEEPER --
Hello! My name is Walter and I'm blond, eighteen years old, and always horny. Maybe it's because fish is my favorite food next to hamburgers, but I'm not sure. It could be because I lift weights at the gym and do a lot of jogging down by the docks. I live in a North German seaport and this might explain the fish. It certainly explains the sailors. I wish I could tell you exactly where I live and then you could come and see me, but my mother might read this. She's crazy enough. Dad was a merchant seaman until he was killed by a jealous husband in Yokohama. I think my father must have had a big cock. It seems to run in the family.
A few weeks ago there was a lot of excitement down at the docks. Bright lights were shining and there was a lot of shouting. Curious, I had to stop and see. There was an old grey submarine moored at the fishing wharf. There were making a film. I had never seen so many handsome brawny sailors in my life. Some had beards, others were smooth faced, but they all had muscles like I dream about at the gym when pumping iron. One of the best looking sailors grinned at me making me blush. I had been staring at the bulge in his tight navy trousers where his big cock and heavy ballswere clearly outlined. He fished out a packet of cigarettes and offered me one, saying, "Have a smoke, handsome."
"No thanks, I don't smoke," I replied. As he lifted his arms I noticed his firm pectorals muscles and that his manly nipples were fully erect behind the tight fitting fabric. The sight gave me an erection inside my jockstrap.
"So you want to stay healthy, lad," the sailor said. "There's only one way to do that." He grinned again and rubbed his crotch.
"And what way is that," I asked. The handsome young sailor had the sort of body I'd only seen previously in magazines I found under my brother's mattress, together with some very sexy black condoms. My brother is in jail at the moment for stealing an American officer's car and driving it over the edge of the wharf.
The sailor looked at me very intently before replying. "Come back here around seven tonight and I'll explain everything. That is unless you're scared to become a man."
"What do you mean, a man?"
The sailor ignored my question and threw his cigarette into the water. "There's an old man supposed to be guarding the submarine, but we'll give him something to keep him happy. Come on board and kick the side of the conning tower three times. I'll know it's you and bring you down below. I think you know the score." Somebody yelled at the sailor and he rushed away to play his small part in the film which I was told would be called WARFISH. I liked the title. And even if I was only eighteen I did know how to "score". My brother's hidden magazines had taught me a thing or two about sailors. Of course, I was still in most senses of the word, a virgin.
"But you promised we would go to the John Wayne movie," my friend shouted on the telephone. Dieter could be a pain in the arse.
"I know I did, but something else has happened since,"
"What?"
"I wish I could tell you," I said, putting the phone down and watching my mother pour herself her sixth whisky. I could stay out all night as far as she was concerned. It was a warm night. I left the house wearing nothing but a pair of skintight jeans, a faded blue shirt and my genuine Korean cowboy boots. Oh yes, a very snug fitting jockstrap. Needless to say I felt very horny, having only wanked myself off three times that day, instead of the usual five. My balls filled up faster than a toilet cistern.
The old man guarding the submarine was very happy. He was fast asleep with a bottle of rum at his feet. An empty bottle!
I admit I was a bit scared when I kicked the side of the conning tower which was decorated with a big U-69. I heard a pair of booted feet climbing up the metal ladder inside the tower and then I saw my sailor friend. Except for a pair of very brief shorts he was naked and covered with sweat. "It's hot below, sehr heiss," the sailor told me as he guided me to the outside ladder. "By the way, I'm Klaus and down below you'll meet Hans. There's just the two of us. The rest of them have gone to the hotel to be with their women." We were facing each other standing next to the periscope and I could feel the damp heat of his body. He put his large hands behind my arse and pressed me against his crotch. I could feel his hard cock up against my belly. "Do you like women?" he growled.
"I prefer sailors," I replied, my own cock growing hard alongside his. I was beginning to get a clearer idea of what he meant about becoming a MAN. My own cock is bigger than most of the cocks I see at the gym, but compared to Klaus's weapon it was nothing special.
It was like an oven below, so I pulled off my shirt and put it on the Captain's map table.
"Take your boots and jeans off, too," Klaus told me. When I was naked he handed me a pair of high rubber seaboots and told me to put them on. Within seconds streams of hot sweat were dripping down my thighs, but Klaus wasn't satisfied. He handed me a rubber gas mask, the kind sailors use when in an undersea emergency. With the mask and boots on I got a throbbing erection.
"Where is Hans?" I grunted, rubbing the sweat off my pectorals and belly. My body felt sexy and slippery and I enjoyed the way Klaus was staring at me. His big meaty was cock was higher than a flagpole.
"I'm right behind you," said a deep voice and then before I could turn, Hans had grabbed my hands and strapped my wrists to two pipes directly above me. Helpless as a trussed chicken, I watched Klaus pick up my jeans and bury his face where my hot young arse had been. As he sniffed a foil wrapped rubber condom fell onto the steel floor. Behind me I felt Hans rubbing his cock against my buttocks, playfully inserting the tip which felt wet and sticky, between the sweaty arse cheeks. I could also feel his big heavy balls pressing up against my hot flesh. Then I felt hot liquid running down my leg into the high rubber boot. Hans was pissing into the boot, filling it up with steaming piss.
"That's a good idea," Klaus said, removing his face from my jeans. Standing in front of me he gripped my sweaty nipples and then with his belly pressed against mine, filled the other boot with piss. Then he saw the condom on the floor. Grinning he opened the package and slowly unrolled the lubricated black rubber down onto my stiff throbbing cock. I felt wonderful to have the thin tight latex sheating my cock and especially good when another man rolled it on for me. Standing up to my thighs in hot piss I wondered what else these two "sailors" had in store for me.
Hans, who I still had not seen, although I had a good idea he was a giant muscle man, was the first to give me an answer. Guessing I was a virgin, he very gently parted my buttocks and slowly pressed the head of his cock against my tight arsehole. He'd lubricated himself with grease and so his big fat cock was extra slippery, like a freshly caught trout. Gradually my arse loosened up and then surrendered to the pressure. Hans slid in easily, with only a slight stab of pain which was soon gone in the pleasure of finding myself with a man inside my body. I couldn't stop myself from groaning. "Fuck me, fuck me," inside the tight rubber mask. The fucker responded by moving in and out with the slow precision of a well regulated machine. Hans knew all about fucking from A to Z.
Taking advantage of the fact that as Hans fucked me I moved forward and backwards, Klaus crouched in front of me and put my rubbered cock in his mouth. He hardly had to move his head as my dick slid in and out of his expert cocksucker's throat. As I fucked his mouth, Klaus massaged my spunk filled balls an in no time at all that black condom was full of hot juice.
Hans had felt my growing excitement and increased the speed of his fucking so that as I filled the condom he filled my tight arse with his own creamy load. I felt like a pint of hot cum had been pumped into my gut. Most of it ran out of my arse into the piss filled boots.
After being fucked and pissed on, not to mention being sucked off by a naked muscle man, I no longer considered myself a virgin. I even laughed when Klaus pulled off my thigh boots and I watched the piss flood out of them and run under the Captain table.
"We'll hose the piss away later," Klaus said. Then I saw Hans for the first time. Hans was wearing rubber boots himself, but no mask. He had a sailor's cap perched jauntily on the back of his head and looked every inch a man of the sea. I noticed that he had tattoo on his cock. It was a mermaid riding a horse! Side saddle if you know what I mean.
There was a refrigerator on board filled with bottles of chilled beer, so we took some of the beer up to the outside bridge and admired the moon for a while. The old man was still sound sleep and the docks seemed to be deserted except for a fishing boat setting out for the North Sea.
"I should have been a fisherman," Hans said. I asked why. "I like living in close quarters with men," Hans said, adding, "and it must be nice wearing rubber gear all day and make money too."
Klaus spat a jet of beer over the side of the bridge. "Fishing stinks," he said. "Are you guys ready for some more fucking and sucking? How about you, Walter?"
"Sounds good to me," I said. I wondered what Klaus had in mind. This big man still hadn't shot his load since my arrival. I could just imagine the spunk churning inside his balls. The thought gave me another erection. Suddenly the three of us were harder than steel and so we all rushed below, our rods bobbing like fishing poles in front of us.
Klaus ripped a mattress off one of the bunks in the sailor's sleeping quarters and threw it on the floor. He told me to lie down on the floor so I did as he told me. Spitting on his hard cock he quickly pushed it up my arse, after lifting my legs into the air. My hole was still slick from the fucking Hans had given me, so there was no problem except that Klaus had a cock a horse might have envied. It left no doubt in my mind that my arse was well and truly plugged. And then Hans appeared.
In spite of the heat he was completely sheathed in skintight black rubber, including mask, gloves and boots. But his cock was exposed. Straddling my body, Hans placed his cock and balls within easy reach of my mouth and then leaning forward he began sucking my cock. I didn't waste any time putting his cock in my mouth and so as Hans sucked me and Klaus fucked me, I was busily sucking the big dick Hans had presented to me. As I sucked I could smell the hot rubber and this added to my excitement. At the same time I was being fucked to the hilt and the more I wriggled, the deeper Klaus's cock buried itself in my wet arse. We became a three-way sex machine, oblivious to everything except the feel of hot male bodies entwined with each other. I would never be able to call myself a virgin again. And then we all climaxed together. Three loads of thick creamy warm spunk shooting out simultaneously, leaving us as limp as three codfish on a fishmonger's slab.
"Don't move," Klaus growled. "I'm going to piss."
"So am I," Hans said.
It so happened I felt like pissing myself. So we all pissed. In fact, Klaus filled me with so much piss I thought my gut would split open unless he pulled out his cock and let some escape. But he had different ideas. Quicker than a flash he replaced his fucked out cock with a very large and tight fitting dildo which had straps. I was then attached to the pipes again while Klaus and Hans decided what game to play next. Then I began pissing again so Hans rolled on another condom -- he kept a supply himself -- and although the rubber swelled up like a balloon it didn't burst. "Now you'll keep all that piss to yourself," Hans said, removing his face mask and drinking another bottle of beer.
"He's too young to eat shit," Klaus said.
"We'll think of something," Hans said, wanking himself slowly as he drank the beer. It seemed all three of us had inexhaustible supplies of spunk in our balls. As I watched him, I got an erection inside the piss filled condom. My cock looked like an eel inside a fishbowl. I wanted to join Hans and wank myself off, but it was impossible. And then Klaus had an idea. Pulling the dildo out of my arse very slowly, he pressed his mouth against the stretched hole and drank the piss right out of my guts. It was quite a relief. Then he squeezed the piss filled condom until it burst, spraying piss right across the Captain's cabin. The submarine stank of piss.
Without meaning to, I suddenly farted and this mad Hans prick up his ears. "Do you want to take a shit, kid?" he asked. I admitted I did and asked them if they would release me so I could go somewhere private.
They both laughed. "You'll shit right here," Klaus said, pointing to his mouth. He left no doubt what he meant, but somewhere in the back of my mind I had reservations. I really couldn't imagine shitting into another man's mouth. I suppose I was just a kid after all.
"I don't want to do that,' I said, pulling at my wrist straps.
"It's not so difficult once you know how," Klaus said. He then crouched behind me and started massaging the cheeks of my arse. Hans assisted by rubbing my belly with one hand and wanking my cock with the other. He also began licking my nipples, biting gently from time to time and making me twitch with pleasure. It was probably these little bites which lowered my resistance to the idea of shitting, because I suddenly felt the shit coming out of my arse right into the waiting mouth behind me. Once the process began, I began squeezing my sphincter to try and hold the shit back -- to prolong the pleasure! But nature obeyed the usual tempo and it all came out. And as it did, Hans wanked me rapidly to climax and so I jetted hot spunk between our two bellies. Hans's belly was still covered in rubber so my creamy spunk dribbled down the black latex like condensed milk.
Lost to the thrill of orgasm -- Hans was a skilled wanker who knew exactly how to respond to the cock's demands -- I nearly forgot about Klaus who was eating my shit as it came slowly out. He didn't waste any. The floor beneath me was navy clean, except for the puddle of piss. I was more amazed than disgusted. After an evening spent with Klaus and Hans everything seemed perfectly natural. It seemed silly to be squeamish about anything the body could produce. I will admit, however, that I am still not ready to eat shit, but if anyone wishes to perform the necessary service I'm willing to supply the goods. I can tell you that Klaus went up on deck after and washed his mouth out with beer and then hosed down his boots. There wasn't a trace of shit when he came back below just in time to catch Hans give a display of wank-manship.
Beginning slowly and teasing his cock by pulling the skin back from the head and brushing it lightly with a finger, Hans flexed every muscle in his body as he wanked. He tightened his flat belly which was gleaming with sweat and made his big firm horesman's thighs bulge with controlled energy.
I noticed that his nipple became larger and firmer as the point of no return approached. In the final seconds his neck muscles tightened, producing a bull neck straight down from his ears to his shoulders and then with a gasp, he shot his hot load in my direction. There were five successive wads of spunk, two of which landed on my stomach like bullets of cream. Then he relaxed, grinned a bit sheepishly and drank another beer.
"Shit, you call that a wank," Klaus said, spreading his massive legs apart and leaning against the bulkhead. Slippery with grease and sweat, his giant cock needed no added lubrication as he began moving the skin up and sown the swollen shaft. The flesh rippled as he slowly wanked himself in front of the two fascinated men. I didn't feel like a boy anyway.
As Klaus wanked, his heavy balls swung in their pouch and it seemed to me that his wanking was filling them with more spunk. They appeared to be growing bigger with each easy stroke of Klaus's horny hand. A drop of pearly liquid appeared on the huge red tip of his hard cock and I knew a tremendous build up of hot spunk was taking place inside those bulging balls. When he tightened up his belly muscles and began rubbing his hard tits with his free had, I knew we were in for a sight to remember. When Klaus finally came, I lost count of the number of spurting wads of spunk. I only know they shot clear across the interior of that ancient submarine like white missiles. It seemed a long time before those heavy balls were emptied of their creamy contents.
We left the submarine in a very good mood, feeling content and maybe a bit sleepy. Klaus and Hans had bicycles and cycled back to their lodgings together. I said I would walk home. As I left the docks I saw two taxis filled with men dressed as wartime sailors and the women our city is noted for. They were evidently going to have a party on the old U-boat. I hope they had a good time.