Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 18:17:00 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Old Sea Dog (Gay / Adult Youth, oral anal, m/M) Adult Youth, oral anal, m/M This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a consenting teenager and an adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2024 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Old Sea Dog By Wolf When I was a thirteen-year-old entering junior high school, I lived in a blue-collar working-class neighborhood on a dead-end street. The boulevard the street opened onto had been a major artery out of Los Angeles, Ca. until the 10-Freeway was constructed. The home my family rented was zoned for commercial use. It was 75-feet wide and 250 feet deep. It had stabled horses at one time, but most recently been rented by a couple of whores that had six kids between them. There was a brass foundry to the north, and there were four properties butted against our southern fence. The corner property was owned by an old widow and she rented the old house built in the early thirties in a Spanish style with white plaster walls, red tile roof, with arched doors and windows. She rented the house to an old retired man that had retired from the US Navy as a First-Class Boatswain-mate. The next home facing the Boulevard Had a shiplap home on it with an old shed in back with a wine press. That family had two daughters: one was in high school and the younger one was my age. The next property had been a motel with an office fronting the Boulevard with eight separate motel bungalows that had been turned into apartments. The occupants changed regularly, but that year there was a family renting the bungalow in the back that had a daughter my age. I had both girls in my classroom. I became friends with both. I was too shy to make a pass at them. One evening when I was visiting the two of them. They told me that the night before they had climbed over the fence and peeked into the bedroom window of the old man and witnessed him masturbating on top of his bed. Their confession embarrassed me, Because I masturbate every night. I struggled with my feelings for almost a week before I worked up the nerve to approach his front door and introduce myself to him and offer to mow his lawn for five dollars a week. He asked me in a gruff baritone voice: "What is your name boy?" "Daniel or Danny" "My name is George Heer, son." The first thing I thought of was that hair was the right name for him because he was so hairy. But it was too obvious. "What kind of name is Hair?" "The name is German and spelled Heer. It means Army. But I retired from the US Navy. I will pay you ten dollars a week to mow the lawn." I said: "I will go get my lawnmower and be right back." He said: "That won't be necessary there in a lawnmower in the garage you can use. He placed a hand on my shoulder and ushered me to the garage and pulled out a red Toro lawn mower and checked to see if it had gas in it. He pulled the cord and started it up. It was hot work mowing the lawn. I soon stripped off my shirt and worked up a sweat by the time I finished mowing the lawn. George stepped out of the house and asked: Would you like a cold drink after you put the mower away?" "Yes, Sir." The old house was cool and the water hit the spot. That gave me an excuse to own the property. It didn't take long before I was sneaking onto the property at night. The house was almost hidden from view because of avocado and walnut trees. I was impressed by the old sailor. He must have been six-feet tall and a bear of a man. He must have weighed 260 pounds. His hair was dark with gray at the temples and his full beard was graying at the chin and corners of his mouth. His normal choice of clothing was traditional bell bottom dungarees and blue work shirts. I could tell from what I could see that he had a lot of tattoos and his body was very hairy. He frightened me because of his size and his baritone language was filled with profane expletives. Think about what the girls had told me about what they had witnessed him doing and I couldn't resist the temptation to find out if what they told me was true. One night I slipped over the fence from our property and took up a Vidula outside his bedroom window. I didn't know what time he went to bed. Apparently, I stayed up to watch the late news. He came into the bedroom after 11:30 pm. I watched as he took off his clothes. I was fascinated by how much of his body was covered with tattoos. They were old and faded and his body was covered with dark hair. With all those tattoos and hair, he just looked like he needed a bath. Just the same, I was captivated by the sight of his uncircumcised cock. It looked like a giant earthworm with the foreskin covering the mushroom head. I watched him lay on top of his bed and proceeded to take hold of his cock and peeled back the thick foreskin and exposed his big purple mushroom shaped head of his dark-skinned cock and proceeded to slowly masturbate himself. I watched intently as he milked his cock until he squirted his load of cum into a washcloth. I returned home and slipped into my bedroom and masturbated four times. The only reason I stopped was because I had developed a blister in the underside of my dick where my finger had been. I was fascinated by what I had witnessed and had to see him again. As soon as I was home from school, I hot footed it around the fence to talk to George. I asked him to tell me about what he did in the Navy. He said: "Talking is thirsty work. Let's get something to drink. I got him a can of beer and he must have bought a case of Coca-Cola because he returned with a beer for himself and a can of Cola for me. He handed me the can and sat himself down on the old recliner and opened the can of beer and took a big sip. I proceeded to give me a commentary about his naval history. I served on an aircraft carrier during the Vietnam War. He told me all about the duties of a Boatswain and related all the work he had done in the Philippines, Hong Kong, and Japan. On later occasions he told me about his sexual adventures at sea. He told me about how his first Chief Boatswain had taken him under his wing and made him his 'Sea Pussy.' He went into detail explaining how the Chief had seduced him. After relating many tails sexual exploits of buggering young sailors. His stories fascinated me and inspired he to many nights of masturbatory fantasies with George the object of my desires. One afternoon After I had mowed the lawn and was covered in sweat George gave me a cold can of beer and behand telling me about the time, he spent one night fucking the ass of a young Benny Boy in a Philippines. After he had consumed a six pack, he announced that he needed to piss and led me to the bathroom and unfastened his dungarees and pulled out that snake of a cock and told me to take hold of it and aim it at the toilet bowl. I reached around his body and took hold of his cock and when he started peeing, I felt the liquid rushing through his cock and heard it splashing into the water in the bowl. When he finished, He told me to shake it. Then he led me to the bedroom without putting his cock back into his pants. Once in his room he ran his hand all over my sweaty upper body. He lifted my right arm up and smelled my armpit. "I do love the smell of young sweaty boys. He unbuttoned my blue jeans and pulled them down gruffly along with my underwear. I had to use my toes to remove my shoes before I could step out of the jeans and underwear. Once I was naked George picked me up and put me on the bed, and stepped back and unfastened his pants and removed them along with his boxers that were stained and sweaty. I took the time to study the maze of tattoos covering most of his body. They were old and faded and the body hair obscured them. He had a spread eagle on his chest and the wings covered most of his chest, The ink became a jumble of unrelated emerges. George lay on his back and placed his big paw of a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck my balls boy!" I took hold of his scrotum and started licking his balls and mouthing his balls one at a time. His long rubber cock was resting on my forehead. He took hold of his cock and pulled the foreskin back to expose that head. I could smell the wetness of his ripe cock, as he rubbed the knob against my lips until I opened my mouth. I had to open my mouth as much as I could to get that knob into my mouth. I gg before I could get all of it into my mouth. It took some doing but I did manage to suck him off. I got my first taste of a man's cum. I sucked his cock a few more times and he sucked me off as well. There came a Saturday night when my parents were going to a party and I knew they would be home until at least 3:00 O'clock in the morning. I spent the night at George's home. We drank beer and got undressed so that we could play. We sucked each other's cock. Then George draped me face down over the overstuffed arm of the recliner and he used a generous amount of Vaseline on the head of his cock and spread the cheeks of my butt. He warned me to push like I was taking a dump and not relax or the pain would be intense. I felt the cool touch of the Vaseline and the head of his cock touched my asshole. As the head started stretching my asshole open the pain was intense. I moaned in pain and begged George to pull it out. "Hang on son, the worst of it is almost over. Once the head was in, the shaft didn't hurt as much. He slowly inserted all the shaft into my ass. I knew it was all the way in my ass when I felt his hairy pubic bone slapped against the stretched skin above my anus. He let me get used to the feeling for awhile before he started fucking me. I grunted with every thrust. He fucked my ass for a short time, but for me it felt like a long time before he stopped moving and squirted several gobs of cum into my colon. When he pulled his cock out of my ass. It left strange and when I tried to clench my asshole closed the pain was as bad as when George forced his cock into my ass. George helped me to the bathroom and drew a tub of hot water and helped me get into the tub. The warmth of the water made my ass feel better. By the time the water cooled off George helped me stand and used a bath towel to dry me off. He told me: "The bath relaxed your boy pussy. It's not gasping open anymore. It looks just fine now. We sucked cocks again and I was dressed and home in my bed before my parents got home. I became George's pussy boy after that. I suspect that my parents suspected why I spent so much time at George's, but were afraid to find out the answer to the question. George was truly my mentor. When I graduated from high school, I joined the Navy and I asked to be assigned Sea Duty aboard the same ship George had retired from. Of course, that ship had been decommissioned but I was assigned to a new Forrestal class carrier. When I was assigned to the 2nd. Division I met the Chief and the First Class. One look at them and I knew I was going to be busy servicing them. I also requested to be trained as a helmsman. Since I was striking for a Boatswain mate, I was soon standing watch on the bridge during refueling and replenishment to learn how to hold a straight coarse because the wakes of two ships exert force to separate the ships so the helmsman must correct for that with small adjustments so the ship doesn't rock excessively. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.