The Tall Ships Part 4
New York City's Annual "Fleet Week" always reminds me of the first time I experienced this friendly "invasion" by horny seamen, during the Bicentennial Celebration of July 4, 1976, for a display of "The Tall Ships", a parade of large and impressive sailing vessels that came into our harbor and sailed up the Hudson River, escorted by a number of more modern naval ships from both the US Navy and other countries. I was a newly out gay truck driver, still getting used to my change in lifestyle. The week, which happened to be my vacation, was an adventure for me.
Thousands of American Sailors, Marines and Naval Cadets wandered around town that week. So did marines and sailors from a lot of different countries. Many of them were also young cadets in their country's Naval Academy. I did not see one of these men who was not in superb condition, and I learned how hot looking a tight naval uniform makes even a plain looking stud. A surprising number of these horny studs hit town looking for cock and man-ass, not pussy.
In the Central Park Rambles, I had met a spectacular pair of "Tall Ships" from Sweden, living and breathing "Tom of Finland" illustrations who looked almost like twins, and lusted after me as much as I wanted them in MY bed. Here are more of my memories of my adventures which followed after Lars and Olaf used their well-honed expert seduction skills to share the honor of popping my until then "totally top" ass cherry, and then deciding to spend their leave with me.
My usually shy and picky roommate Johnny had found a sailor, too: Leroy, a short baby faced black muscle stud, who he decided was the perfect "Master" he had always dreamed of finding. Being a total bottom who craved domination by dark skinned men was not easy for a construction worker to admit. Leroy had just been discharged from the Navy and was looking for a place to live, since he was going to attend college in New York in the fall. Johnny was obviously falling in love with the stud, so I had invited the nice guy and expert cook to move in with us and train Johnny to be a good Slave. Leroy had been the third man to fuck my ass, and I had an invitation to return the favor on his "usually exit' rear.
While Lars went to visit relatives the next day, Olaf treated me to a sexual technique he had developed called "the Humming", and turned off my brain and made my need to cum the center of the Universe for almost four hours before riding my cock to a teen sized orgasm in his ass . In spite of language problems we admitted to a growing fondness for each other, when:
The downstairs doorbell rang, and I sighed. "I WILL spend a night alone with you before you return to Sweden to get married, Olaf." I promised. "If I have to tie Lars up in the park nude with that ball-gag in his mouth and leave him for some Marines to gang rape."
He giggled at that image as I went to answer the doorbell. I had a surprise in store for me. It was NOT Lars. But it WAS the Navy in the form of a man I had every reason to believe I would never see again - at least not THAT week.
Before meeting wonderful Olaf and his domineering cousin Lars, my Swedish Tall Ships, I had spent a night and morning in bed with a redheaded American Chief Petty Officer who had literally drained my balls. But he had to report back to ship, and had told me he had no more leave during Fleet Week. Rick was a 37 year old, muscular, tattooed and aggressively masculine hillbilly from Tennessee with sparkling green eyes and an ass as hungry as they come. When he hits port and finds the right hot civilian, he is a total bottom, since on ship, etiquette and tradition requires him to be a total top.
He liked his men hot, masculine, aggressive, hairy and to be tops younger than him. He fell for me as soon as we met, and told me exactly what he wanted - to be rough fucked until he screamed, and then to be fucked some more. I had never had such a loud, vocal bedmate, and had loved the experience. I had also loved the NINE loads of cum I fucked out of him over the next seven hours, and drank right from his 8" uncut hose, and the TEN loads I deposited in his tight, hungry ass. He had literally left me so exhausted I skipped the joys of Fleet week the next night to let my empty balls refill.
I admit that I first had visited the Rambles to rough fuck some Marines. I really love making tough Marines scream! LOUDLY! Actually, I know why. Three of my older cousins were Marines. When they where young punk recruits, and I was a very young teenager, all three of them (at different times) had treated me like shit; beat me up, made me do bullshit errands for them, and threatened to rape my ass. (but none of them ever followed up on their threat). They had gone out of their way to demonstrate how tough and manly they were. All they did was prove that they were used scumbags on legs. So I developed an attitude towards "tough" Marines.
(Hmm, maybe I should invite the three of them over, one at a time, and teach them a lesson, now that I know how to control jarheads.)
The first jarhead I took home and turned into a sobbing plaything instead of the tough man he thought he was when we left the bar looked just like my oldest cousin Rob had looked when he got out of Basic, and his name was also Rob. Lance Corporal Robert Dingle loved my rough treatment so much that he calls me whenever he's in New York and begs for me to give him more than I gave him the last time. And I ALWAYS do. I actually spend the time after each visit coming up with new humiliations for the big, hairy punk. The furry stud already knows that the next time he comes here, he goes back to Camp well shaved. Very well shaved, with a total body shave from the neck down! Let's see if he's man enough to show up. He will call me one way or the other. The humiliation of telling me he's too cowardly to take that shaving is too exciting for him to avoid. But I'm willing to bet that I shave Rob's hairy body.
I knew that Rick would love Lars and Olaf. The two of them were like living Tom of Finland drawings; tall, muscular, blond, impossibly handsome and hung Swedish naval cadets who are super-masculine. I was just annoyed at his bad timing. I had wanted little more private time with Olaf, who I was sure I was falling in live with, even if he was about to return to Sweden and get married to a girl who knows he's gay.
In fact, she's gay, too, and Lars' wife's lover. He had told me he had strong feeling for me, although his poor English made it hard for me to be sure what it was he was saying, although he DID use the word "love".
I listened to Rick running up the four flights of stairs, and opened the apartment door as he reached the last flight up, which came directly towards my apartment door. The apartment opposite was currently empty, so I knew my standing there naked was safe. When his head got to the point where he could see me and my hard dick, Rick's face broke into a big grin, and he stopped to give a wolf whistle.
"Get your horny ass in here, Chief." I laughed. "And what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you didn't have any more time off. " I gave him a hug as he walked in. I heard him gasp as he stiffened in my arms. "I would make a guess that Olaf is standing there naked."
"A Viking god with a cock like a fucking tree branch? Yeah, and he's almost as hot as you, Ike."
I slapped his ass as I let him go. "God love you for a liar. I know that I'm not exactly unattractive, but Olaf and Lars are in a class by themselves."
Rick turned and looked at me with wide eyes "Lars? There's another one of them?"
Olaf laughed as he came forward to shake his hand. "My cousin Lars. He's visiting relatives his not me... er, mine."
I gave him a kiss. "Olaf's English ain't so hot. Lars speaks it better. But Olaf speaks SEX better. At least, that's MY opinion. Now what the HELL are you doing here, stud? I thought you were out of leave time."
"Well, I've been trying to make a decision now for nine months. I finally made it when you pumped your fifth load in me."
We had sat down in the kitchen as I got us cans of beer. "I'm that bad? I'm shoot a load of jizz in your ass and your making life decisions?" I smirked at him.
"The opposite. I've been thinking about this since the last time I had leave, 14 months ago. I've been miserable since then on board ship, cause I had a great time then like I had with you. I had just dumped my load in your mouth, and your were making me yodel so hard my throat was raw while you pounded back into me, and just when you were shooting and I began to scream out how good y'all are, I asked myself Ricky-boy, why the HELL are you going out to sea again? Why be miserable, you fucking idiot?'"
"Because you're a Chief Petty Officer in the United States Navy?" I joked.
"No, I'm not. Not anymore. Or won't be by the end of the week. I had my twenty years awhile back. I just realized I couldn't stand being miserable most of the time anymore. So, I'm gonna be a free man, and my captain told me to go have leave for the rest of the time."
"Why would he do that?" I asked. Was I about to have my own "Leroy"? We were getting crowded. Not that I minded. Rick had one hot and hungry ass. And he was masculine enough to want to try HIM in MY ass.
He laughed. "When I went to give him my papers, he looked at me, and said Y'all meet a hot man y'all can't live without, Chief? He fuck your hot ass real hard?' I just bout shit my pants, then he laughed. Captain's been hot for my ass for a long time, and knew I was queer. He was as restricted in going after my ass as I was in giving it to men serving under me. Let's just say he's a hot, built man in his 50's and can fuck pretty damned good. I spent a night with him pounding my butt, and now I have the rest of the week off. But it looks like you have company." He sounded disappointed.
Olaf spoke up. "All company sailors or like you. So we can all have fun together. You look hot. How Rick feel about helping to train Slaveboy Johnny?"
He laughed. "Who..?"
"My roommate found himself a just released muscle sailor named Leroy and became his Slave, and I asked the stud to move in with us."
"Leroy? A short black muscle stud?" I nodded and he laughed. "He just left my ship. I'll love to help break in his slave... as long as I finally get the shit fucked out of me by that stud for a few hours."
"I have a feeling that can be arranged, Rick."
"Oh, shit. I left my bags in the hallway!" He ran out the door and returned with a big duffel bag and a smaller bag he had left on the stairs when he caught sight of my hard cock. "Now, you sure it's OK for me to stay here, Ike? I'll go to the Y..."
I started to laugh. "Leroy and Johnny went there to pick up his gear and see if there was any gay action.." I looked at the clock.. "almost five hours ago. And yes, if you don't mind a lot of men in one bed at a time and no air-conditioning, you are VERY welcome to stay here as long as you need to."
Rick grinned at me. Before he could say anything, I decided to add in pig-Latin. "He may be in love with me, but goes soon home, so let's keep it light." Still grinning, Rick nodded. Olaf looked at me strangely. I put my hand on his cheek gently and smiled at him.
Rick opened up the smaller bag. He pulled out a bottle of vodka, a box of big cigars, and a big plastic bag of pot. He held the last one up and said "Our last major port of call was Hawaii. The best in Maui shit. But it has to last awhile."
"This is everything you own?" He began to expertly roll a few joints. Olaf put the vodka in the freezer.
"Hell, no. I have a trunk I left on board, and base bachelor quarters in New London, Connecticut, our home port. I could rent a large car or van and drive up there to pick that shit up any time in the next month. This is my dress uniform, some civilian duds, and.. Well, some sex toys. I had a feeling I could convince you to get a bit kinky. Sounds like there's a bit of that going on already. I knew Leroy loved to rough fuck white trash, but I never knew he was into the rough stuff. One night on ship I watched him fuck the crap out of a real redneck one night for almost two hours from the shadows while I quietly jacked off. Shot four loads, the redneck shot three, and Leroy finally flooded that piece of white trash`s ass with a load that dripped down that scumbag's leg for two days. I always suspected Leroy knew I was there and was putting a special show on for me."
I picked up the cigars. "You don't smoke. So I guess these are for me?"
"Yes, SIR! I love riding a hot stud like you while he has his arms behind his neck and he puffs on a stogie. And from the eager way you picked them up..."
I laughed. "All the men in my family smoke cigars. I stole my first one from my dad when I was twelve. Jerked off while smoking it. I never did what you described, but it sounds fucking hot. Uh, Rick, maybe I should tell you something." His eyebrow raised. "Well, when we met, I WAS a total top. I ain't no more. These two hot Swedes expertly seduced me and popped my cherry for me. I hope that don't.."
"Hey, Ike. You're still about the hottest stud I know. No offence to your buddy there, but in case you forgot, I like my men fucking HAIRY! As far as the fact that you let some really masculine sailors fuck you; hell, I assumed you'd been fucked at least once, so that don't bother me. We had that fantasy night, but damned if I expect to be a total bottom to a houseful of sailors and you. I'm glad you're hot ass might be available."
I grinned at him. "Not `might' Rick. You are definitely all man, and I'd be honored for you to be the fourth man in my ass. Leroy was the third, and hell, can that man fuck. He's nervous now."
"Why?"
"He's waiting for me to return the favor, and he's not exactly a slut. And Olaf is hot to shove that tree branch into Leroy's butt as sloppy seconds to me. He doesn't know I that overheard them from the head, but I think that he'd love for that to happen, but is scared shitless of it at the same time. He's strong as a bull, but still a small guy. He's afraid Olaf will cause him to bleed to death. I understand. I was afraid of the same thing when I first saw him naked and hard." I kissed Olaf long and deep. "Rick? Why don't you sit in that easy chair for a little bit and wait for Leroy to bring his Slaveboy home. He should shit in his skivvies when he sees you sitting there. I.. well, you interrupted something. Oh, if the doorbell rings, and it's Lars, let him in, and keep him OUT of my bedroom, OK, buddy?"
Rick saluted. He reached for the cigars. "I DO sometimes smoke. I'll light up when I hear the key in the door. Make a better effect on Leroy. If I'm not out here when you come out, I'm in there finally getting my ass pounded by him." I punched him in the shoulder, and grabbed Olaf by his hard cock to bring him back to the bedroom.
We got into a 69 position with the lube. He had my ass well greased while I did the same to his big cock. He had brought the box of cigars into the bedroom. "Olaf smoke cigar while Ike ride him?"
I kissed him slowly. "Olaf, I don't care how we do it, as long as you make love to my ass long and slow and I get to look at your handsome face. I would love to look at the face every night and every morning."
He pushed me on my back, and lifted my legs on his shoulders. He teased my ass lips with his big cock, and I surprised us both by snapping my hips back and impaling half of it in my guts with a gasp of lust as I reached up and pulled his face down for a kiss. "Olaf TRY to fuck slow. Ike too hot. And I would also love to see Ike's face morning and night."
He started off slowly. I moaned. This time, his position was perfect. He was giving me the maximum of ass-nut stimulation. I began to thrust back by instinct, trying to get him in deeper, and we sped up. Olaf began to cry, but his fucking was hot and sweet. I began to cry, too. There was a special quality to this sex. I had never had such moving sex, and I had no way of explaining that to him. To my surprise, he suddenly gasped and let out a sentence in Swedish. He was cumming without warning, saying my name over and over. There had not been enough stimulation of my ass to make me cum, but seeing this made me start to shoot as I called out his name. He pulled out after my first volley hit his chin, and my cock was in his mouth as he drank the rest of my load.
We cuddled and kissed, sharing my load as his load drooled out of my ass. Then he whispered in my ear. "Maybe if Chief Rick stud is not busy, he want to eat my load from your ass." I looked at him. He had a little smile. "I'm not sure what you said to him, but I think it was to warn him to not make me feel like I was being put aside for him. That was loving thing, Ike."
I grabbed that perfect chin and looked into his blue eyes. "Listen to me carefully, Olaf. If I had to make a choice between you two, OLAF would always win. Even if Olaf is going home to get married, and it makes Rick angry enough to leave. OLAF is special, Rick is just very hot. Do you understand that? Or do I have to buy a Swedish dictionary?" He was crying again, but this time because he was happy.
"Let Rick eat load. I have Ike's love." We kissed.
We got up, and walked towards the living room. The cigar smoke told us Rick wasn't alone. Rick was in uniform on the easy chair, his big hard cock down Johnny's throat. Rick was sucking Leroy's cock and pulling on his tits, and a Marine in dress uniform was on all fours eating Johnny's ass. Leroy was puffing on the cigar as he snarled insults at "The Chief redneck pussy".
I winked at Leroy. "Hey, roommate, thanks for the gift wrapped housewarming gift. And yes, we talked, and yes, I understand he's your toy, but you left him for me to find since he's had the hots for me for awhile."
I grinned at him. "Enjoy that talented ass. I should warn you; he's the loudest damned screamer I've ever fucked, and I loved ever minute of the seven hours we spent together - with a nap in there in there to recover from his unreasonable sexual demands." Rick gave me a finger, so I pushed his head deeper onto Leroy's dick, making him gag. "I see you found another toy. More white trash?"
"Yeah, and Johnny mentioned that you like to humiliate jarheads, so we brought him home with us. But you and Olaf were still making love." We looked at each other. Leroy was not stupid. He realized that I had deep feelings for the big Swede, which were returned. And impossible. He had just offered me his support while keeping it light. "Or just getting your ass limber for me. Whatever." I gave him a finger as I laughed.
Curious, I walked over to the marine and pulled his face out of Johnny' ass-pussy. We stared at each other. He fell backwards. "You!" he yelped.
Well, well, well... I didn't even know the punk had joined the Marines. And was a fag jarhead from the way he had been eagerly eating a slave ass.
What an interesting turn of events!
to be continued.....
Note: I have run out of the original stories, and I am now writing original material, so the adding of new chapters has slowed down a bit. I know how the story ends... I'm just not sure how I will get to that ending!
Copyright 2010 "Ike"
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