Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 17:45:04 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: SERIES - The Tall Ships - Part THREE

The Tall Ships
Part 3

Intro:

Annual "Fleet Week" here in New York has reminded me of the first similar
friendly "invasion" by horny seamen, during the Bicentennial Celebration of
July 4, 1976, for a display of "The Tall Ships", a parade of large and
impressive sailing vessels that had came into our harbor and sailed up the
Hudson River, escorted by a number of more modern naval ships from both the
US Navy and other countries, in honor of the 200th anniversary of the
American Revolution. There were thousands of American naval service men in
town that week, as well as sailors and marines from at least a half dozen
different countries, many of them cadets in their country's Naval Academy,
and ALL of them were in superb condition. A uniform makes most studs hot
looking, and most countries put their sailors in the hottest uniforms of
their military. As a blue-collar truck driver recently out as a gay man, I
was surprised by the number of these studs looking not for pussy, but for
cock and man ass.

These are the continuing memories of the adventures that followed after my
encounter in the Rambles with two particular "Tall Ships" from Sweden, Lars
and Olaf, cousins who used their expert seduction skills to earn the honor
of taking my until then "totally top" man-ass cherry together.

My roommate Johnny had found himself a sailor, too: Leroy, a baby-faced
black muscle stud who had just been discharged from the Navy, and was
looking for a place to live, since he was going to attend college in New
York in the fall. I could see that Johnny was falling in love with the man
who he now called his Master, and I had invited the nice stud to move in
with us and train Johnny to be a good Slave.


****** At last, I find out what "The Humming" is! *****


I woke up the next morning at about 11 AM, alone in the bed. The smell of
coffee and delicious food cooking came from our kitchen - a rarity, since
neither Johnny or I were much in the way of cooks. Working class boys are
not taught to cook at home, since we're expected to live with mom until we
knock up a girl and get married. I padded out to the kitchen to find Olaf
naked, straddling one of the kitchen chairs and drinking a cup of
coffee. His massively fat cock and flat, muscular belly was framed by the
opening in the back of the chair, a beautiful sight. Lars, dressed in his
white uniform pants, a pair of my sneakers, and a garish Hawaiian shirt
that had been a hated gift to Johnny from his aunt a few months earlier,
leaned in the doorway with another cup of coffee. Johnny sat with his mouth
open and stared with utter fascination at Leroy, who wore nothing but an
apron I was vaguely aware we owned, and was cooking up a storm.

Leroy's passion had always been cooking. He had asked to be made a cook
when he enlisted, so of course, the Navy made him a "communications
specialist" instead. Lars' bizarre costume was the result of his being
drafted to go shopping at the large supermarket around the corner with a
list prepared by the "Master Chef". The look on my roommates face was
clear: he was rapidly falling in love with the domineering short black
former sailor with the baby face and the superb muscle-man's body.

We had a massive breakfast, then Lars told us that he had plans to spend a
few hours with his mother's cousin, who lived here in New York. Olaf
grinned and said something to him, then turned and said to me "Good, we
have time alone for the Humming!" When we had first had sex, Olaf had
deep-throated me and then begun to hum. The feeling was indescribable and
sensational. Lars, who spoke better English, told me his cousin saved the
"full Humming" for men he particularly liked, so his continuous reminders
that he wanted to do "the Humming" with me was a very big compliment.

Lars said to me. "Ike, you're in for a big treat. Just go with it. It
starts off sort of strange, but Olaf really likes you, and I think you
trust him by now. I'm saying this, because he does a little bit of... Oh,
hell, he's going to tie your hands so you jerking off won't be doing, and
he will a blindfold put on. The full Humming is more than just what your
had before, and you will belong to a small club of less than a dozen lucky
men around the world when Olaf is done with you." By then, I was ready to
run to the bedroom, but we helped clean up.

"Leroy, why don't you take Johnny to the Y and pick up your stuff? Uh,
Leroy. I always wondered. Is there really all that hot gay action at the Y?
If there is, maybe you can find some hot stud to help your slave training
of Johnny-boy."

Leroy looked surprised for a minute. "Ike, I didn't think you really meant
that invitation..."

"Hell, yes. And after that meal you cooked, even more! You are now
officially one of the gang, and the chief chef."

"I don't know about gay action at the Y. I checked in yesterday afternoon,
and took a shower. There was one old guy about 80 who just watched me while
I showered, but no one else was around. Then I got dressed and walked the
streets until I found a place to eat. Then I went looking for a gay bar and
found Johnny's cute little ass about three minutes after I walked into the
place. I just wasn't sure he was into being dominated by a black man, which
was why I was taking it so slow and cool when you came in last night. I
grew up in the South. Black men have to remember their place, but I
developed a taste for white-trash ass I can push around while in the
Navy. As soon as I knew he wanted a black master, I dragged that white
boy's sorry ass into that bedroom!" We all laughed. "Well, I have the room
for a few more hours, so let's see if we can find any action at the YMCA,
Slaveboy!"

"Yes, Master Leroy!"

Lars returned to my room to get dressed in his proper uniform, and made
sure he had our phone number, and left with Leroy and John. Finally, I was
alone with the Swede I preferred.

Olaf grinned at me wolfishly, then grabbed me around the waist, picked me
up, and carried me across his powerfully built shoulder to my bed. He had
obviously been planning this moment since he had first gotten to the
apartment, because he quickly assembled his "tools": two silk ties I had
forgotten I even owned from my closet, and a large silken handkerchief he
had folded in his back pocket. He rapidly tied my wrists to my headboard,
another first for me. As a sailor, he was an expert at knots, and he tied
me securely, but comfortably.

He straddled my body, leaned down, and began to kiss me with a greater
intensity and passion than he had demonstrated when his cousin had been
present. I was aware that although I was tied to the bed, we weren't just
having sex; for the first time, Olaf and I were REALLY making love. Our
tongues dueled as I groaned out his name. He worked his way from my mouth
to my eyes, kissing all the way; then to my ears, where he began to nibble
my ear lobes. My eyes closed by themselves, and I felt the light touch of
the silk handkerchief as it covered my eyes and just lay on top of them for
awhile. Olaf licked his way down my jaw to my neck, taking little, playful
nips as he went. His hands went behind my head as his mouth crushed mine
again, and our tongues merged. At that moment, I mourned the fact that in a
few days, this beautiful, sexy man would be sailing back to Sweden and
getting married, even if his fiancé was aware that he fucked with guys. If
I could have any wish in the would at that second, it would have been for
that deep, loving kiss to last forever....

Olaf's hands pulled my head up to his face, and I realized he was tying the
blindfold. I had never been in that position, and I was a little nervous,
even as I felt like I was falling in love with the big, powerful Swede who
had my hands also tied.

Suddenly, Olaf got off the bed, and I found myself floating alone. Then,
his tongue tickled my belly button for a few seconds as he hummed
slightly. He withdrew, and for seconds I waited, holding my breath until I
felt the heat of his mouth as he began to engulf my enraged cock. I had not
realized how horny I had become. I was positive I would dump a massive load
of cum into Olaf's sucking throat within seconds as effortlessly took my 7
1/2" cut cock to the root in one smooth, light movement, totally engulfing
my cockhead with his strong throat muscles. I sighed as Olaf began to hum
loudly deep in his throat. This was the sweet torture I remembered from our
first night, when Lars and Olaf were arming me up to take my ass cherry. I
wondered how long Olaf could keep me at the edge of an orgasm with this
technique. The first time, we had not been alone, and I had been busy
cleaning a massive amount of unusual headcheese from Lars' very long
foreskin, and then I had begun to suck Lars' skinny 11 inch dick, so I was
distracted from the humming action, and not long after I was sucking away
at Olaf's almost impossibly fat cock while Lars used his mouth to prepare
my ass to be deflowered.

Now, I was cut off from everything but the humming around my cock, and
Olaf's surprisingly light touch as he stroked different parts of my body in
an unpredictable way. Time literally lost all meaning. Although I really
like to drink, and I would smoke pot sometimes, I had never used any other
drugs other than poppers to enhance sex (and I had discovered how important
those were for me when I was taking a fat cock like Olaf's up the
ass). Now, I felt like Olaf's humming deep-throat and gentle stroking was a
drug. I found myself very frustrated - not because I couldn't jerk off - my
cock was fully occupied - but because I would have loved to have stroked
Olaf's short hair and hard body while he stroked me.

Olaf continued to hum as his throat let go of my dick, and slowly let it
slip out of his mouth. The humming mouth moved to my full balls, and
engulfed one totally. The humming ran through my balls and I could feel it
at my assnut, and down to my fucking toes! But it was still not enough to
cum. NOW I saw the point of the restraint, because I would have been
flogging on my meat if I could. After an eternity, Olaf let go of my
testicle, and gave its twin the same treatment. But it did something
slightly different, and the feeling was just as hot, but in a totally
unlike the first. This time a greased finger eased into my ass, but stopped
just short of my prostate. It circled gently around, and then slowly
disappeared.

Olaf let go of my ball, and licked them both, and then that humming mouth
opened wide and took them both in. It's a rare man who can take both my
nuts into his mouth for a few seconds without making me feel like I'm being
castrated, but Olaf held then, humming, for what felt like an eternity, in
comfort and total ecstasy. Somewhere in this long process, I had started to
beg Olaf to make me cum, but by this point, I no longer made any sense. I
was babbling curse words and endearments and encouragement and just
sounds. Olaf had literally turned my brain off.

After letting go of my gonads, he disappeared for a few seconds as I caught
my breath, and then he went to work on my big left toe. Until that day, I
had never really gotten into having my foot made love to, but Olaf's
humming mouth made it a real treat. Again his mouth disappeared, and then
he went back to my cock for.. oh, a few more centuries. I felt like I was
on the edge of cumming for an eternity, but unable to shoot, and now I
found myself unwilling for the sweet torture to end.

Again Olaf's humming throat let go of my cockhead, and slowly retreated, He
straddled my body, and his mouth went to my nipples, which I had not been
aware were on fire. The humming lips were all that he used, except for an
occasional flick of his tongue. I had regained control of my brain, and
began to beg for release again. The humming lips moved all over my chest,
and up my neck to my chin, and along my jaw to my ear lobe. Damn, that was
another beautiful torture, which he moved across my chin to the other
ear. I was going mad. My cock was pounding with my heartbeat, but I
couldn't touch it!

Olaf moved from my ear across my face to my lips, and we kissed again with
the passion which we had started. I forgot about by dick as Olaf made love
to me. So it was with a great deal of surprise when I realized that he had
eased his well greased ass down on my cock and I was totally lodged in his
clutching guts as we kissed. Without thinking, I thrust up, and he moaned,
"Yes, now you can shoot, Ike. Fill me with your love when you are ready."
Olaf's ass and guts are as talented as his mouth and throat. They massaged
my cock as I thrust in and out, and I slowed down, no longer in a rush to
shoot. Olaf chuckled. "No rush, huh, Ike. Love has all the time in the
world. But Olaf can not wait too much longer."

After another blissful eternity, I realized that his breathing was getting
ragged, and so was mine. Olaf began to rapidly ride up and down on my now
painfully rigid dong. Just as I began to wonder which of us would in in
first, Olaf gave a deep, satisfied moan. His ass spasmed, and his hot load
coated my chest, neck and chin. That was all it took. With a shout they
must have heard at the far side of New Jersey, I arched my back and rammed
into Olaf, unloading the most unbelievable load of my life! I was positive
my balls were turning inside out! I came so much, Olaf's ass cavity
couldn't hold it all, and I felt it dripping back out around my dick
plugged tight in his hole, oozing onto my thighs. I wondered if I would
ever be able to get a hard on again, let alone cum.

Olaf's lips locked onto mine, and I was aware that my arms had become
free. I clutched the big Swede to my body in a bear hug, unwilling to let
the experience end. I felt his hands on the blindfold. He whispered "Close
eyes, Ike, so light no hurt." I obeyed, and the cloth left my eyes, and I
opened my eyes to look at his smiling, handsome face. I grinned back at
him. To my surprise, I had not gone soft after that massive load, and I was
still wedged into his tight but wet ass. Olaf grinned at me, and said "Ike
is a very horny boy, no?" we both laughed as I eased my tender hard on out
of his ass and sat up. I looked at the clock. Over three and a half hours
had passed since the blindfold had went on my face, almost four. No wonder
I was tender.

Olaf went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel, and washed
our cum off me. I tried to get up, but I was too weak. I still had a hard
on, but it was too tender to touch. Olaf pointed to my rampant prick. "This
is a usual thing from the Humming. I do not know why. Also, I must tell you
something, Ike."

"What, Olaf?"

"You are only second man I ever decided to end the Humming with my
ass. Usually I use my hand, but you were very special to me, because you
gave Lars and me your ass first, and also you showed me you loving me like
I loving you. So I had to make it a special Humming. But do not tell Lars,
please. He is NOT the other one, and already jealous of Piers, my first
lover in school. Piers and Olaf invent the Humming at school for
boarding. Piers first ended the Humming with his ass, and then I did it for
him, but Lars does not know that. He wanted me to end my Humming with him
with my ass, and I told him I never do that. I only did the Humming with
Lars because we were young, and he always boss me when we were children,
and Piers told him about it. Piers was friend from when children. Lars to
different school went."

I gave him a slow, deep kiss. "I'm honored and it's our secret. I wish you
lived in New York, Olaf, and not Sweden."

"Why, Ike?"

I smiled sadly. "I'd be asking you to move in, like Leroy. I like Olaf very
much. VERY, very much." Maybe too much, I though. "And I will ALWAYS
treasure the memory of your Humming. Almost as much as the memory of the
first time that big cock went into my ass."

"Ike is top. But you liked Olaf's very big dick in his ass?"

"Because it was Olaf's. I wish we had the language for me to explain what
is happening for me now, Olaf."

"Try, Ike. I can understand the English a little better than speak it. You
might have to try a few different words to get the thought for me."

I nodded. "I'm a working stiff." I could see his confusion. "Um.. Oh,
proletarian." He nodded, making the motion of digging. "Actually, I'm a
truck driver. It's John who's a construction worker; he builds buildings. I
don't know what it's like in Sweden, but here, it's hard for men like us to
admit we're gay, and hard for our families to accept it. I've only done it
less than 2 years." He nodded. "When I finally admitted it, I went to the
old abandoned Piers in the Village..." I was about to stop and backtrack.

"We read about those on our gay guide, and I know the words.  And what
Piers are like. Very HOT!"

I grinned a him. "Damn right they are. The first night, I sucked 10 cocks,
and fucked 2 guys. For a time, I couldn't suck enough cocks, but then I
realized I really liked having mine sucked and fucking a lot of asses, and
preferred the men to be masculine, like you and Lars, not effeminate"
another word problem. "Womanly?" He nodded and flapped a wrist as he pursed
his lips.

Then he made a disgusted look. "Not like womanly men, too."

"So I think the same thing will happen again, now that you and Lars have
made me enjoy getting fucked. And it was YOU that made me enjoy it, Olaf,
big as you are. I was afraid of you at first, but you were so loving and
caring, I love having you in me. So then I loved having a masculine stud
like Leroy fuck me. For a short time, I will be loving a lot of masculine
men fucking me., and then, like sucking cock, it will be something I do
only with special men. I will go back to dominating masculine men."

I saw a look of concern on his face. "Of course, ANY time OLAF is in New
York, you have an invitation to this bed and my ass. And to be honest, Lars
does not. I am enjoying this visit, but I like you special."

Olaf's eyes filled with tears as he touched my cheek. "You, I think I maybe
love, Ike."

I held his hand on my cheek as I bent forward to gently kiss him and
whisper: "You, I think I maybe love, too, Olaf. More than maybe. And I've
never said that to a man before."

"What about Johnny Slaveboy?"

I laughed. "We're just friends. If you haven't noticed, I'm the wrong skin
color for John. He only likes dark skinned men. And he's not very masculine
when we're alone. You haven't seen much of him, except for the sex, but the
imitation of `womanly' that you did is how he acts in bars and at home. No,
not John. When he kissed me last night to thank me for asking Leroy to move
in, and I kissed him back, that was the most intimate moment we've had in a
long time. In case you failed to notice, I was the only one who didn't take
a turn on him last night. Now, while we have some privacy: will you give me
a nice long, slow fuck? We never got to do it in private, and I want that
very much, my maybe I love you friend. While gazing at that beautiful manly
face."

His face lit up, but before he could answer, the downstairs doorbell rang,
and I sighed. "I WILL spend a night alone with you before you return to
Sweden to get married, Olaf." I promised. "If I have to tie Lars up in the
park nude with that ball-gag in his mouth and leave him for some Marines to
gang rape."

He giggled at that image of his domineering cousin not being in charge for
a change as I went to answer the doorbell. I had a surprise in store for
me. It was NOT Lars. But it WAS the Navy.

Just not the SWEDISH Navy...


to be continued.....

Copyright 2007, revised 2010 - "Ike"

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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