Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 16:20:47 -0800 (PST)
From: rich bundner <petevel@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tasty Sailor Dude (urination)

About twenty years ago, I lived in Philadelphia for a
number of year.  I lived near the Naval Base and used
to pick up sailors regularly.  In those days it was
much easier to pick out the navy guys than it is
today.  Most of the boys were probably straight, but
once I was able to get their confidence it wasn't
difficult to get them to go with me for a quick blow
job.

The most memorable experience I had was picking up
this one young seaman who was shipping out the next
day for Europe.  He had just gotten off the bus from a
two day ride from Wisconsin.  He was gorgeous, a
little on the pale side but healthy looking with nice
rosy cheeks .  He wore dungarees and a T shirt.  I'm
telling you, this boy was a real knock out.  He had
that clean cut look as though he had just come off
the family farm.  I treated him to lunch and we seemed
to get on quite well.  His lingo was a little strange
and he kept calling me "mister" which I found odd
because I was probably only five or six years older
than he, but I guess that seemed like a lot to someone
as young as he.  As we ate I noticed he kept looking
at every girl under fifty that went by and a couple of
times I caught him grabbing his crotch under the
table.  This gave me an opening.

"Horny?" I asked.

"Hell, yes," he said.  "That old bus had my balls
juggling for two days and there was no where to stroke
it."

"How would you like a blow job?" I asked,
nonchalantly.

This seemed to startle him, but then his hand went to
his crotch and I knew I had him.  We finished eating
silently, I guess, because we were both thinking of
what was to come.  As we left the restaurant, he said,
"Sure, why not?" as we started walking to my place.

When we reached my place, I held the door open for him
and got a good look at his butt for the first time.
He had that perfect male body with slim hips and
dimpled ass.  I almost pounced on him right then and
there.  After I closed the door to my apartment, I
took him into my arms and kissed him on the neck.  He
had that fragrant but fresh smell that young men have.
I felt his erection press against me and I knew he
was ready.  I like to blow guys when they are standing
up so I quickly pushed him up  against the wall and
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly.  Then I
sank to my knees and hooked my hands in his skivvies
and with one quick swoop stripped him of his clothing.
His rigid prick sprang up and slapped me sharp in the
face.

Whoa, I couldn't believe my eyes.  His boner stuck out
a good eight inches, straight as an arrow and very
hard.  A creamy foreskin stretched over the head of
his pale prick and puckered in a little rosebud at the
end.  At the lip of his foreskin, a drop of dew had
leaked out.  Taking his perfect organ in my hands, I
licked up the drop of syrupy pre cum.  Unable to
resist the urge to see what hid beneath that creamy
skin, I slowly peeled back his luscious foreskin.  An
instant scent, musky and exciting, rose to my nose,
and I  was surprised to see such an accumulation of
smegma.  I mean this guy was a real creamery.  And
from the look and smell of it,  this wasn't just
smegma, this was grade A Wisconsin dick  cheese of the
quantity and quality that only young men in their
prime can produce.  In awe, I looked up at him.  He
seemed embarrassed and rather surprised at the amount
of smegma that had accumulated during his two day bus
ride and started to pull away from me.

"I've got cheese, mister, let me clean up," he blushed
apologetically.

Without answering, I took hold of his rigid prick and
stripped the foreskin all the way back.  Slowly I
began lapping up the sebaceous treat, savoring its
creamy texture and reveling in its deliciousness.  The
act of my cleaning his cheesy prick seemed to set
something off in his head.  His prick started to throb
and seemed to rapidly enlarge.  The tight foreskin
collared behind the plum sized head, chocking it until
it had become a bright crimson.

"I'm gonna jazz, mister," he cried out.  Before he had
completed the "mister," a spurt of cum blasted me
right in the eye.  I swooped down on his exploding
prick and, without swallowing, tasted him for the
first time deep within my stomach.  I pulled back a
little to savor his remaining load, but I could not
contain it.  His hot juices bubbled out of my hungry
mouth in what seemed like an unending orgasm.  I
pulled off his throbbing prick and was startled by a
blast of hot piss right in the face.  Seeing what was
happening, I quickly swooped down on his still
pissing prick and  drank up his tasty offering.  After
his flow ended, he spoke.

"Sorry, mister, I can't stop from peeing after I jazz.
Girls don't like it so I don't get much sex, but I
figured if you didn't mind my cheese you wouldn't
mind," he said innocently.  Having once before met a
fellow who couldn't control his pissing after
ejaculating, I found his story completely plausible.

As his prick softened, I took as much of it in my
mouth as possible and gave it a thorough washing,
enjoying the best cream cheese that to this day I have
ever had.

After he showered, he sat on the couch in the nude
while we had a couple of beers and talked for a long
time.  His ivory skin wrapped his sinewy body to
perfection.  I loved the way he'd occasionally rub his
hands over his trim torso.   A thin line of brown hair
directed you from his navel down to his pubis which he
would occasionally scratch.  Once he even fingered his
shit hole but blushed sweetly when he noticed that I
had observed him.  He started to get up to take a
piss, but I stopped him.

"How about that blow job I promised you," I said.  He
smiled and spread his hairy legs.  I knelt down in
front of him for what I knew would be a memorable
experience.  I took his soft prick in my hand and
admired the velvety texture of his youthful organ.   I
missed his musky scent but enjoyed the thought of
giving him a real blow job this time.  The foreskin
now hung quite a bit further beyond the head.  As I
began to manipulate his sensitive skin, the first
signs of tumescence appeared.  The head ballooned
under its tight hood and at my coaxing, just barely
peeked out.  How I longed to have more of his creamy
smegma, but I knew there would be no more left.  Just
to be sure, I peeled  back  the tight skin and ran my
nose over his exposed glans.   Not a trace of cock
cheese, but already a steady strand of pre cum had
started to leak from his now hardening rod.  I quickly
went to work and started to give the best blow job
that I knew how.  I'm telling you, I had this kid
moaning like you wouldn't believe.  I fingered his
virgin anus and he jumped but then moaned again and
allowed me to continue.  I craved his scent and after
playing his shitter for a while brought my finger to
my nose.  What an incredible fragrance this boy had!

The smell of his shitter really got me to sucking his
fantastic boner.  His rod had now became so rigid that
his tight foreskin resisted sliding off the engorged
head, so I sucked him with his hood up.  I spit on one
finger and rammed it all the way up his shitter.  His
prick suddenly started to pulse and I knew his orgasm
had been triggered.  By time he started crying "oh,
oh, mister.....," I had pulled back so that that my
mouth contained only the head of his hooded prick.  I
could literally feel his pulsing pricked in my mouth
as he quickly ejaculated jet after jet of sweet cum.
Swallowing his cum, I waited for the taste to change
from sweet to acrid.  With both hands, I held his
still rigid organ as it then began to release a steady
stream of piss into my waiting mouth.  His piss was
frothy this time and tasted of beer.  I drank gustily,
not wishing to miss a single drop.  After the flow had
subsided, I looked up at him.  His eyes were closed
and a slight smile resided on his handsome face as
though he had reached the highest state of contentment
in his young life.  He reached for his softening
prick and pinched his foreskin with his fingers.  It
quickly ballooned out as he found a second urgency to
relieve himself.

"Quick, quick!" he exclaimed, but by time my face got
close to his prick, the balloon burst sending a spray
of hot piss across my face.  We both laughed with
delight and he called my  "piss face."  I never felt
more complemented.

I gave him a clean set of underwear, wanting to keep
his worn set to recall this unique encounter of my
life.  He dressed quickly, hugged me and said "Thanks,
mister, that was the best blow job I've ever had," and
left, never to be seen again.

The End