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The Hot and the Restless
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The Hot and the Restless
After getting my AB ticket, I shipped aboard a freighter on a trip around the
world, three months and twenty two ports. Now this could be interesting. It
was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north
Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans,
or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting
acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. I decided to be a loner, I
was burnt once with a shipboard romance and didn't want that again, it was to
fresh in my mind. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We had
heavy machinery to off load and general cargo to take aboard. We arrived late
on a Thursday afternoon, to late to start cargo. The deck crew started to rig
the cargo gear after supper, continuing on till midnight. We were all dog ass
tired, turned in.
Morning came only to soon, we were all on port watch (from 8 AM to 5 PM). I
was assigned the 4 cargo hatch right aft of the galley (good place to be). I
had to count the pieces of cargo off loaded. My counter part from the
stevedore company was a tall, blonde, blue eyed, well built fucker named Hans.
Fortunately he spoke very good English, we made friends (I'd be a fool not
too). He was an avid hiker. He told me of trips he had made through France,
Germany and Poland. He was I'd say about 22 or so and did all this hiking on
his summer vacation from the university. I was interested and he offered to
take me hiking over the weekend, he had already planned a trip for himself,
I'd just tag along.
We left Bremen by public transportation to the end of the line. It was about
6 PM and plenty of daylight left. We headed out on the country road going no
place in particular. Hans said he knew of a farm where they would let us
sleep in the hayloft, and if we help feed the livestock in the morning would
give us breakfast. We arrived just about dusk, the farmers wife liked Hans
(who the fuck wouldn't) gave us milk and cake before we went to the barn. The
hay was fresh and smelled good. We took off our boots, lay in the hay and
said little, Hans seemed to be dozing. I had dozed too and when I woke it was
dark with only the moon shining through the loft door. I looked at Hans and
was surprised (pleasantly). he was balls ass naked. I got up and stripped
and getting a hard on at the same time. Hans lay on his stomach and his well
formed ass looked good, I wanted it. I lay alongside of him calculating how
to start fucking around.
I was gently running my hand up and down my cock, it getting harder and
harder wanting to jackoff, but waiting, he stirred. Stretching he looked at
me and smiled saying "feels good doesn't it?". I didn't have to guess as to
what he meant, replying "shit yes". I had to piss, got up and headed to the
loft door. I heard Hans say "going to piss?" I answered to the affirmative,
he hesitated then said "how about pissing on me?" I was suprised, but what
the fuck why not? I walked over to him, he was on his back, legs slightly
apart, his cock gently resting on his stomach half hard. I stood astraddle of
him and started to piss. aiming at his crotch and balls. The stream was good
and it splashed on his crotch making a little splattering sound. I directed
the stream up further onto his cock, this started to make him hard and he run
his hand down to his balls. I was rock hard and throbbing, this was fun I
thought and dropped to my knees putting my cock between his legs to let the
last of the stream go to his balls. It was thin by now because of the hard
cock. I laid on top of him with my hard cock between his legs slowly fucking,
we both stiffened and raised his body to meet mine. It was warm and wet
between us, a slight odor of urine filled the air, it was exciting as I had
never done anything like this before. His breathing quickened and he put his
arms around my shoulders pulling me down to him. I put my arms around his neck
and we embraced, kissing long and hard. Our tongues, mine over his, then side
by side. His saliva tasted good, sweet from the cake, we kissed again. Hans
rolled me over slowly onto my back, fucking all the time. He supported his
body with his elbows to lighten the weight making fucking easier and pleasant.
We both quickened our pace, but both of us wanted to make it last as long as
we could, our first time fucking we wanted to be a special fuck. Hans cock
rested between my legs, hard and probing, the head of it pushing up by my
balls. It was wet and moved very easily, not digging or pulling hair, it felt
strong and demanding. Our breathing quickened and I could tell he was getting
ready to cum, I was ready too, my balls ached to cum. Our rhythm heightened
and we fucked faster. We both groaned at the same time and cum shot out. He
had cum in my crotch, and I on our stomachs. We kissed and slowly let our
rhythm subside until we lay motionless, Hans slide down my side and lay facing
me. We both dropped off to a deep sleep.
Being an early riser I woke before dawn. Hans lay on his back, his breathing
slow and steady with a thickened cock resting on his stomach, a sight to
behold. I lay on my side facing him in order to drink in all this beauty, my
cock beginning to swell. I reached out and gently ran my hand over his
stomach up to his chest and over to his tits. This aroused him and his cock
began to respond. He only shifted his head and one arm, still sleeping, I ran
my fingers lightly over his tit, it hardened, then to the other tit, it
responded in the same way. I took my hand off his chest and crouched
alongside of him, taking the head of his cock lightly in my mouth rolling my
tongue over the head of it, it hardened. Gently sucking the head of his cock
I moved down the shaft letting the full length penetrate the depths of my
throat. His breathing quickened and became deeper, he stirred and woke. His
first comment was "you fuck trying to steal my cum, I should fuck the shit out
of you", his hand was in the middle of my shoulders, he pushed down wanting me
to suck harder and deeper, I obeyed his command, sucked harder and deeper, his
cock grew harder and throbbed. The faint taste of urine was still on his cock
and I could still slightly smell it in his crotch. It tasted and smelled
good, I liked it. His breathing came labored and his muscles tightened, I
swung to a 69 position putting my cock on his face. Hans started to lick my
cock and down to my balls. Up to this point he had not tried to suck, I was
hopeful. He stiffened and it wasn't going to be long before he would cum, I
sucked harder and as deep as I could, his 7" cock tasted good. Hans put his
two hands on my waist pushed up slightly and took the head of my cock in his
mouth, with that he blew his load, breathing deep and fast with a little
groan, he was spent. I rolled off him, turned and lay at his side, stroking
his stomach with my hand and lay my head on his arm. When he had gotten his
breath he looked at me, half smiling said "You fucking bastard you made a
queer out of me, that's the first time I ever sucked cock." "Did you like
it?" "Fuck yes" he replied as he leaned over a kissed me on the lips. We
heard a rustling noise below, got up put our shorts and boots on and started
down the ladder
The farmer spoke only broken English and said "Gootmorn" mostly for my
benefit, then turned to Hans and conversed in German. We helped feed the
cattle and clean out the stalls, then put the horses to pasture. All to the
memories of my uncles farm in Illinois. After our chores we headed for the
house where breakfast was waiting. We were hungry and we must have devoured
everything in sight, it was the best meal I have had in weeks (shipboard food
leaves much to be desired). When finished, Hans thanked them in German and I
nodded approval, we started out across the field.
My curiosity as to why we were going across the field instead of the road got
the better of me, I asked "where the fuck are we headed?" "There's a lake out
here where we can take a bath, we need it don't you think?"....I guess we did
stink a little, but we wore it well. The sun was climbing the skies and it
started to get hot, we hiked on. I shed my shirt and Hans warned "be careful
don't get sunburned, then I can't fuck you without you crying about the burn."
I put the shirt back over my shoulders. Shortly we cam to a small gathering
of trees, it was cool, we headed to the other side of them. There before us
lay stretched a small clear pool of water. It was inviting and we
accepted the invitation, kicking off our boots we plunged in cloths and all.
It was like two small boys taking a swim in a forbidden lake. It was fun as
we undressed each other, groping or just grabbing each others ass. Hans had
said he wanted to fuck me in the ass and he was going to take advantage of
this situation to do just that. We threw our cloths up on shore and started
to wrestle in the water. I stood up Hans came from behind me and put his arms
around my waist holding me tight. His hard cock was finding its way through
the crease of my ass, probing, looking, wanting. I stood still with my head
back on his shoulders, my cheek against his, wanting to be fucked.
After a few strokes of his cock in the crease of my ass, we started for
shore, laying down on the soft meadow grass. It was cool in the shade of the
trees. I lay on my back while Hans mounted on top, his hard cock throbbing.
I opened my legs for him and he slide between them, looking for his mark. He
found home and with one push he penetrated. It felt good to have his hard,
warm throbbing cock in my ass. Hans slowly started a rhythm that set our
pace, I raised to met of his strokes. Our breathing quickened, our muscles
tightened, his pace quickened and was harder with each stroke. We both were
on the verge to cum, I started to jackoff while Hans fucked harder. With one
hard push he groaned, threw his back and took a deep breath. I could feel his
cock pulsating and knew he had cum. I quickened my stokes on my cock, my
stomach muscles tightened and I bust my nuts. Hans lay on top of me and my cum
moisten our stomachs. We lay exhausted for a while, our cocks going back to a
wilt, Hans pulled his half hard cock from my ass and lay along my side holding
me, we drifted off asleep.
It was an hour or two that we slept and when we woke we both were hungry. I
spread our half dried cloths out on tree branches while Hans prepared our
meal. We had brought canned food for such cases. It was beans and corned
beef (both cold), be we were to hungry to pay any attention. After finishing,
our cloths were dry enough to put on, we cleaned up our mess and head back to
the road.
After coming to the road, we turned westward and head back to Bremen. We
wanted plenty of time to get back. Fortunately a farmer taking produce to
Bremen picked us up and within a couple of hours we were back at the trolley.
Thanking the farmer for the ride, we boarded the trolley for ride back to
town. At the center of town, I transferred to a dock bound bus, while Hans
continued on the trolley.
Sunday was a day of rest (and I needed it) spending most of it laying on deck
in the sun and thinking about Hans. Monday morning came only too soon. After
breakfast I stood by the side of the ship at the 4 hatch watching the
stevedores getting the cargo gear ready. Coming down the dock, cap on the
back of his, smiling, was Hans. He waved and yelled up to me "I'm on the
limmy's ship aft you." I nodded and waved back knowing that was probably the
last time I would see Hans, but enough memories lingered for a lifetime.
We sailed from Bremen at 2200 (that's 10 PM for you landlubbers) for Lisbon
Portugal....but then again, that is another story.
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