Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 06:05:29 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Lonnie the Sailor Boy (Mm, Top/bottom, Military/Leather) Lonnie The Sailor Boy by Jon Hold Copyright © 2005, 2016 jonhold@earthlink.net Lonnie was just tall enough, by dint of much stretching and two pairs of thick wool socks, to meet the minimum height requirements of the US Navy. Having a cute baby face and not needing to shave more than once or twice a month didn't help a lot either. He managed to get in the Navy anyway and had done well in boot camp. "A" school had been a trial. The Navy, in it's infinite wisdom, had decided that Lonnie should be a Corpsman. Lonnie had never been all that good at school, but all the medical stuff he was learning actually seemed important, and interesting. With the help of some of his classmates, Lonnie did well and was posted to the dockside Dispensary on Coronado Island across the bay from San Diego. Lonnie had one major problem, well, two actually. The first was immediately apparent in the group showers the Navy required: Lonnie's diminutive body carried eight inches of swinging meat with balls to match. This was a thing that caught others attention. And caused comment. Comments that Lonnie was all to tired of hearing. Lonnie's body was smooth and hard. No fat anywhere and no hair below his ears except small patches under his arms and immediately above the wide base of his crank. Lonnie had a general beauty usually found only in much younger boys. The comments about what the girls were likely to do to him bothered Lonnie the most. Lonnie didn't have much interest in girls. What turned Lonnie on the most was men. Big, strong, hairy men. Men with cocks, and the personal force to use them. It started in Boot Camp, with guys ogling him in the showers. Lonnie hadn't been naked in front of other people since he was a baby and having other guys eyeball him made him feel funny inside. In Hospital Corps School Lonnie learned more of life and started to realize that having other guys interested in his body interested him. In fact, having guys watch him in the showers made him downright horny. He started putting on little shows for the guys; wagging his hips, flopping his dick around while he "innocently" dried off. Turning his back to a couple of watchers and then bending over, taking his time washing his toes as they drooled over his tight ass and dangling balls. By the time Lonnie graduated from Corps School and started working at the dispensary he was a regular little show-off. Having older, huskier guys watching him in the enlisted barracks showers became the major turn-on in Lonnie's life. He'd always been a bright, happy sort of person, but "Lonnie's Shower Hour" became the central pivot in his daily life, the one thing he looked forward to more than anything else. Woods, one of the First Class Petty Officers that lived in the barracks, took a personal interest in Lonnie, sort of mentoring him by telling him sea stories and showing him the ways of the world. One Saturday Woods took Lonnie to the Seven Seas, sort of a glorified department store for sailors and Marines. The super-masculine atmosphere really turned Lonnie on. Studly sea-going sailors were all over the place, any number of them eyeballing Lonnie's trouser snake and tight butt. Woods suggested that if Lonnie really wanted to look good, he should buy a set of tailored whites. The next thing Lonnie knew he was closed in a small room, stripped to his skivvies, with a good looking older man. The tailor took Lonnie's measurements in a routine, almost bored manner until he tried to measure Lonnie's thighs. The right leg of Lonnie's military issue white-cotton boxer shorts had a big lump of balls filling the material. The tailor seemed to deal with that OK, but he became totally flustered when he encountered the log that seemed to fill the left leg of Lonnie's skivvy shorts. The following Saturday both tailors helped Lonnie get into his new tailored white uniform. They took him into the small measuring room and had him strip naked. Both men started acting like real queens and Lonnie gracefully, even eagerly, accepted their homage as the two vaporish Nelly's, with eager, shaking hands, first dressed Lonnie in new, hand-tailored, skivvy shorts and shirt, both designed to gently grasp and hold smoothly to Lonnie's hard little body and genital equipment without leaving a wrinkle that might distort his new uniform. Hands caressed Lonnie's body as both men helped smooth on the tight-fitting new bell-bottom trousers and properly adjust the Velcro'ed fly. Lonnie and the tailors ran their hands over Lonnie's high-rising ass, grinning at each other in pleased satisfaction over the smooth, flawless fit. Lonnie was getting turned on by looking at his own ass in the mirrored walls. Walking through early-evening downtown San Diego in his new white uniform was a major turn-on for Lonnie. The more the guys and gals eyeballed him, the prouder he walked. Shoulders back, hips thrust forward in blatant sexual show and invitation. Lonnie was horny, in a daze from all the eyeball rape he'd been subjected to and the feeling of his semi-turgid shaft being rolled back and forth across his hairless thigh by his tight, new uniform as he walked the wet streets. Loud, sensuous music with a heavy beat attracted his attention. This part of town was dark, street-lamps far apart and the lighting on the bars and porn shops dim. Lonnie stood in the doorway leading to the hot music watching the seething mass of humanity. The door bouncer was so turned on by the short stud that he didn't think to ID the kid. Lonnie waded into the throng and was immediately submerged in the wanton sexuality of the place. Someone put a cold beer in his hand and groped his ass. Lonnie smiled "thanks" and moved on. Every time his beer got even close to low, someone would hand him a cold one, usually exacting a quick grope and/or kiss. The more relaxed the beer made him, the more Lonnie enjoyed the groping he was getting, even after it dawned on him that the entire place was filled with guys. Not even one woman to be seen anywhere, except a few Queens who were quite obviously men in drag. Lonnie decided he didn't care and the drunker he got, the more he flaunted himself. Needing to piss, Lonnie managed to get a spot in front of the trough in the crowded mens room. Tearing open his Velcro'ed zipper and spreading the flaps wide, Lonnie reached into his white boxers and flopped out enough cock that he had to hold it up to keep it out of everyone else's piss. Gasps and various lewd comments filled the room as his piss-slit opened and a heavy stream of golden charm splattered forth. Groaning with pleasure, Lonnie arched his back and gave everyone an unobstructed view. Finally shaking off the last drops, Lonnie grinned at his audience and dropped the center of attention down his pant leg without hiding it behind the thin curtain of his boxer shorts. Still fastening his pants, Lonnie swaggered out of the stink of piss and randy men. Lonnie expected someone to hand him another beer, but everyone's eyes were focused on the bar where half-a-dozen young studs were twisting and gyrating to the loud go-go music. "Well, hell!" the horny young sailor thought, "Those studs ain't shit!" He pushed his way through the crowd but the guys right next to the bar were all huge and someone Lonnie's size simply didn't stand a chance of breaking through. Frustrated, Lonnie reached through the legs of the wall of black leather directly between him and the bar and grabbed the guy by the leather covered mound that more than filled his hand. The guy turned and looked over his shoulder. Lonnie motioned for the big stud to move aside. "You want up on the Bar, Little Man?" Lonnie put his hands on his hips and nodded a somewhat drunken but definite, "Yes!" Without moving his feet the guy half-turned and lifted Lonnie up to his eye-level, "You better dance that fanny off, boy, or Daddy's gonna spank it off!" With a huge laugh, echoed by his neighbors, the huge guy effortlessly put Lonnie up on the bar. Keeping eyeball contact with the stud who had put him up on the bar, Lonnie began to dance. He had always loved to dance, but only alone, in his room, moving to the heavy beat of the music he loved until he collapsed into his bed, sweating, spooging into the running shorts he liked to wear. To lay there panting and quivering as he pumped his jockstrap full of hot, smelly cum. Now it was the same, only a thousand times more-so. Not just one, but a hundred, more than a hundred hot human stallions were watching his every move, and every move of his got more and more lewd as his fantasy became reality. His shoes came off first, kicked off behind the bar. Then one of the other young extroverts up on the bar helped him unzip his new tunic and pull it off over his head. Putting his white "Dixie Cup" back on, a job made more difficult by the beer he'd been drinking. Dancing to the hot disco music dressed just in his tight, white sailor pants and the form-fitting, virgin white t-shirt that showed off every muscle and bulge of his hard-muscled torso and six-pack belly really turned on the impressionable boy. And when he turned around, squatted down and shook his booty, the not-so-young-but-increasingly-horny older men watching became more and more determined to take the boy somewhere private, as soon as possible! Lonnie just laughed and teased as he smelled the randy men surrounding him, obviously enjoying their attention and showing off as much as possible to keep their attention and increase their lust. The other dancers were stripping down further, some of them completely naked, trying to keep some small share of the audiences attention. One-by-one, they were being pulled down off the bar to make more room for the remaining contestants. None of the boys had a chance to pout over loosing though, the studs taking them off the bar were more than happy to take their prizes to the bars notorious back room where the boys were made to suck and fuck until they were delirious. Lonnie was already delirious, and it showed. He LOVED dancing for older men who were lusting after his body. He couldn't believe how turned-on he got just being watched and occasionally groped. It was hot. He was sweating. His tight new t-shirt joined his other clothes behind the bar. He danced like he had never danced before. The sweat ran in rivulets down his gleaming body, his dark brown aureola swollen, small nipples turgid with need. Bending his knees Lonnie let the Daddy-Stud that had lifted him up on top of the bar pull his silk shorts down until his pubes were showing over the waistband. Moving around the bar, Lonnie crouched to let different deserving Daddy types feel and pull at his small patch of soft and curly blonde pubes. One excited Daddy pulled out a tuft and started playing "He Loves me, He Loves Me Not", putting the discard hairs in his mouth, chewing them thoughtfully. Bit by bit, finger pulls and his hot body movements caused his silken shorts to be pulled down his smooth, sweaty flanks. Long past the time most guys erections would have flipped up and slapped their bellies, Lonnie's thick shaft was still held down between his flexing thighs by the elastic band of his shorts. The guys around the bar were getting more and more raucous as the brains in the heads of their dicks took over. Cute little bottoms like Lonnie just didn't have that much meat! Lonnie, almost in a trance state, sweat pouring down his body, out of his armpits and crotch, filled the air with male pheromones and danced ever more luridly. Hip thrusting, throwing his arms about, snapping his body and his fingers as he stood spraddle legged, sweat flying every which direction. Lonnie moved directly towards his own particular Daddy-Stud, eyes locked and lust jetting from every pore in his skin. Shimmying down until his knees were within inches of the bartop, Lonnie teased the magnificent, powerful male who reached up and took the boys tits between his powerful fingers and thumbs and twisted them. Lonnie's head fell back. As he arched backwards, his stud ripped down his panties. His engorged cock swung ponderously upwards making a thick, meaty sound as it slapped against the rigid corrugations of his quivering abdominals. A deep moan pulsed over the noise of the room as Lonnie gracefully stood and danced for his man. Gleaming spider-silk streamers from his cockslit spun out over the crowd as the lust-filled boy jerked and twisted and danced to the hot, raunchy beat pounding through his head. The other Daddy's knew they had lost, but were happy to grab the nearest boy and share the primitive lust filling the room as they watched the intoxicated sailor boy entice his lover to be. Lonnie was no longer cynical or confused. He was totally focused on the man in front of him. On making the man know that he was, unquestionably, available and ready. The stallion was all but curling his upper lip and snorting the air. He signaled Lonnie to turn and Lonnie bent, swiveled and shook his booty right in the man's face. Lonnie's bravado proved to be his undoing. Two thick, callused fingers penetrated Lonnie's virgin hole. Howling, his butt was straight-armed off the bar and carried, curled toes barely touching the ground, to the nearest table. Impaled, screaming with lust, pain, need, confusion. A half-dozen hearty whacks from a callused palm were necessary to convince Lonnie to grab hold of the table and to stay bent over. One of the bar boys spat a mouthful of fresh cum over Lonnie's asshole and deepthroated the remains onto the stud-daddy's massive cock. Lonnie howled when he saw the size of the thing emerging from the bar boy's throat. It was at least as big as his and much more mature, thick, veined and battered looking. Another loud slap to his ass reminded him of his duty and he spread fur his man as the pug-faced stud moved in-between his legs. Screaming and penetration seemed to go hand-in-hand. Mastered, Lonnie quickly adapted to the loss of his cherry and the massive intrusion into his body. Ashamed, he knew, inside, that this is exactly what he'd always wanted. A big, strong Daddy to take charge and give him the sexual and emotional charge that he needed. Within minutes Lonnie submitted and was doing everything he could to aid and abet the stud riding his back. Adapt and survive, as the Marines said. And Lonnie adapted so well that his Daddy-stud was the one in danger. Grinning, the powerfully built man pushed his leather pants the rest of the way down and then laid down on Lonnie's back, settling in for the duration. They held their audience in rapt attention for over twenty minutes with as fine a display of assfucking as had ever been seen on the San Diego waterfront. Lonnie finally blew his nut all over the table and floor. One of the bar boys handed Lonnie a bundle of his clothes as the Daddy-stud carried him, naked and over his massive shoulder, out to the parking lot. Lonnie showed up at the barracks the following Monday morning looking somewhat used and abused, but with a silly grin on his face. Some of his Corpsmen buddies took him to the shower to get rid of the raunchy smell. When he told them what had happened they checked him out to make sure he hadn't been damaged. When they expressed concern over his reddened and puffy asshole, he made all three of them fuck him to prove that he was OK, "and doing just fine, thank you very much." The smile on his face had more to do with meeting his new Daddy after work than anything his buddies were doing, but he sure appreciated the effort they were making, and had every intention of returning the favor. Moral: Naughty boys become Daddy's toys.