From: slick@twitch.io.org (Slick)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.scat,alt.sex.fetish.watersports,alt.sex.watersports
Subject: Sailors Do It Deeper (M/M/M, ws, scat)
Date: 11 Aug 1995 21:59:01 GMT

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.