Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2024 18:43:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" <ozzalone65@aol.com>
Subject: Bluto Tales (In the Navy (2)

These are some stories or the cartoon hunk Bluto. I don't know about you,
but as a kid he was one if my first male crushes. Fuck Popeye as he was
always weird looking to me. Bluto was a mans man. Big beefy and muscular
in later cartoons.

These are tales of many of the Bluto characters he has done. And Popeyes
longed desire to have the big hunky man. I know if I were him I would be
all over Bluto.

Enjoy.
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Bluto Tales (In the Navy (2)


... Popeye was able to contain his lust for his friend. At least until
they shoved off'. Heading out to sea. Where there was not escape and they
were in the tight confines of the ship they were stationed to. Out to sea
for months at a time. So of course as days and weeks and months passed
on, there was hunger on that ship and lust filled hunger without women.
Especially for Popeye and Bluto. Popeye would hear Bluto in the latrine
many times, just whacking away at himself. Just jerking off in the
bathroom when he thought no one was around.
Well Popeye always seemed to be around. Or maybe he was just stalking the
hit hunk when he could. See if he could get more than just glances at the
man's junk. More than just the quick (super fast) shots in the showers as
Bluto came out of a shower. A tiny glimpse at crotch bush and the base of
a meaty dick. It was the most he would ever seem to get. Always just
missing the chance at more.
But he certainly got plenty of crotch shots of Bluto in underwear. Or
just after he busted a nut in to toilet. After the man stuffed his big
dick into his trousers and walked out of the bathroom. A most size me
bulge in his pants.

"Damn" Popeye would say as he saw it
"Had to be big"

And Popeye would find himself in the bathroom many a time. Stroking
himself out as he pulled up images from his memory. Images of Bluto in
briefs and such. Big hard on stuffed painfully into his pants.

"Fucking big ass dick." He said to himself as he pulled at his own raging
dick
"That bulge looks so fucking fantastic"

He wanted so much to be face to crotch with Bluto. shoving his face into
that bulge, that hard on tenting those pants. Or even the dark crotch
bush just above the thick cock stem base. Wanting to just inhale Blutos
stink. Sweat and cock and all forms of smell after the man jerked off.
Only surmising how wonderful it would be.

"I would love to.." he would say alone

Not finishing his sentence, but his head telling the full story as it
bounced about up there. His mind lingering on the possibilities. The lust
filled fantasies that floated around.
But as for now. All he had was the photographed images in his head, and
the fresh live sightings of the man's awesome bulges. The bulge of his
wettest dreams.
He would stay up at night, looking over at Bluto in his bed. Everyone
asleep but himself. Unable to as he was horny from watching Bluto just
laying there in his bunk. Sleeping soundly. Watching his huge chest rise
and fall as the man slept. Looking at the man's body from a distance.
Just enjoying the site of it.

"So freaking hot" he told himself as he looked over at Bluto

Then some time later was probably one of the best nights he had had in
ages. The crew was in port for some R and R after months in the ocean.
Nothing was going on so they were let loose on the port of call they were
stopped at. Popeye Bluto and the crew in his room all went out together
to get drinks and livelihood. Going to some dive bar not too far from the
port where the shop was docked.
Popeye wasn't much of a drinker so he just went along because Bluto was
going to. Just any thing to have time next to the man. The night went by
and the drinks glowed out. Many many drinks. Popeye and crew found
themselves almost stumbling back to the ship. And then they all crashed
in their bunks. Many quickly snoring after falling into bed.
Popeye looked at the sight of all the guys. Some unable to get their
clothes off completely. Just gotta ng the mattress and they were out like
a light. He found himself helping one or two that had been unable to get
their pants off.

"You are such a wienie" one had said
"Hardly drinkin' and just being a wuss"

Bluto chimed in as he sat on his bunk. His eyes looked glassy as he
swayed back and forth on his bed. He had pulled off his short and then
started on his pants. Getting up and also having issues as he fell back
down with them down below his knees.

"A little help here Popeye" he shouted
"Help, help, help!"
"I am coming?" Popeye shouted back.

He went over and helped Bluto. Pulling the guys pants off his feet. Then
Bluto said thanks. It was a very incoherent thank you, sounding more like
a garble of words. But Popeye got it.
Then he pushed Bluto back. Pushing at the man's broad chest to get him to
lie down. He liked that he was able to touch the awesome body. Feeling
all that beefy muscle under his fingertips.

"Just go to sleep buddy" he said to Bluto

Bluto again mumbled something to him and then closed his eyes. Popeye sat
back in his bunk after covering Bluto with the sheets. The he just looked
at the man laying there. Looked at his huge chest under the sheets as he
breathed in and out. The massive chest rising and falling. He looked at
the broad manly face. The beard in him bushy yet sexy. It was a delicious
sight to behold. And Popeye just sighed as he sat there
Then his eyes moved back along the man's body. Leaving the face and the
delicious mouth. His eyes moved down back along the hillside that was the
guys chest. Then further down Blutos body. His eyes then stopping at a
smaller lump lowered on the huge man's midsection. Popeye stared at that
lump, knowing exactly what it was. It was where Blutos dick lay. There
trapped in his underwear and under the sheets. And his eyes stayed on the
lovely bulge there. Just looking at something he wanted to get a better
look at.

"Damn" he said softly
"Such a hot guy"
"And that freaking body. Fuckk"

Popeye lick at his lips as he stared at Bluto laying there. Then he heard
the man's deeper sleep kick in as he began to snore. His big chest still
rising and falling in breath. But it was a more steady deeper breath, the
breath of sleep.
How deep a sleep, Popeye would soon find out. For he was curious about
Blutos sleep as the snore seemed like he was heavy into the abyss of
slumber. He already knew the guy was a deep sleeper form the time at sea.
Him trying to wake a deep snoring Bluto for morning roll call. How he had
to literally shake the man almost violently to get him up.

"I wonder" he then said
"Drinking doubles up the intensity of many things"
"I wonder if sleep is one of them"

He then moved off his bunk and then slipped over to Blutos. Getting on
the floor next to him as he slept there. And sitting there in the floor
and looking over at Bluto made the man seem bigger somehow. That and his
crotch bulge looked more prominent. Like a small foothill leafing up to
great mountains. And those mountains where the man's pecs.

"Wow. Look at that" he said to himself
"Looks bigger somehow"

He licked at his lips as they seemed to be getting dry now. Moistening
them in some oft desired hope for something's ng greater to happen in
what he was experimenting with at that moment. So he inches in closer to
Blutos bunk. Then he moved up to be more on his knees. He then moved his
hand up from his side. Lifting it up to the bedside. Then moving up and
over the bulge before him. Seeing how close he could get to it.

He felt his heart start to race...
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To be continued