SHORE LEAVE 1 - SAILOR SPUNK
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
(With thanks to a friend, who helped...)
It had been a good weekend. Simon and Tom had been reluctant to set off back to ship, but rules were rules, and they knew that if they didn't get back to Portsmouth by late evening they would put their next period of shore leave in jeopardy. They might not have been in the Navy for many months, but it had been long enough for them to know that stepping over the line was risky.
As always, London had been full of exciting opportunities. They loved clubbing, and last night they had spent in one of the better-known pubs on the scene. Simon had struck lucky - within an hour he had left with a young fair-haired guy and had gone back to his flat for a good suck and wank session; Tom had been happy to mix with a group of sporty lads and had struck up a good relationship with them. When they found he was a sailor, they had got really lively and wanted to know whether life on ship was as fun as they imagined it was! He didn't disappoint them in the stories he had to tell.
But that was last night. Now that they were heading back to Portsmouth in Simon's old but reliable Volvo - given to him by his father a year before when he got his driving licence - both boys felt a mixture of disappointment at the weekend coming to an end and pleasure at the fun they'd had. Simon was 18, just, and Tom a few months older. They were surprisingly alike in many ways, apart from the obvious one: both were dark-haired, good-looking lads, good-humoured and fun-loving, ripe for anything.
As Navy regulations required, they had changed out of their jeans and teeshirts, and were now in their uniforms: white tops (strangely sexy in a kind of shiny mix of satin and cotton), and dark blue trousers. The first hour or so of the journey was uneventful. Then, as they left a town behind them and headed into countryside, Simon put his foot on the brake.
`Fuck, take a look at that.'
Standing on the roadside just before a roundabout was a vision in white: a fair-haired boy who was certainly no older than the two sailors, dressed in white teeshirt, white nylon running shorts, and white socks. And he was thumbing a lift. And smiling. And hot.
Tom's jaw dropped. `What a cute kid. Bags I first go!'
Simon pulled up alongside him and Tom leant out of the window.
`Hey mate - we're going towards Portsmouth if that's any good to you.'
`Yeah, thanks, that's great.'
The boy opened the back door and threw his sports bag on the back seat and climbed in.
Simon said over his shoulder: `risky business hitchhiking these days. You never know what weirdo might stop and pick you up.'
`Especially dressed like that' added Tom.
The boy blushed. `Yeah, well, looks like I've struck lucky then: if I can't trust two sailors, who can I trust?'
Tom and Simon laughed, and the boy introduced himself as Jason.
He sat back on the wide back seat, and parted his legs wide, stretching the thin nylon fabric tight across his crutch. The outline of a pair of tight briefs clearly showed through. He thought that the next half-hour or so might be quite fun. And how right he was. In his mirror, Simon saw Jason's open legs, and immediately slowed down and said to Tom: `looks like Jason's a bit lonely in the back there. Why not join him?' The car stopped, and Tom transferred to the back. Simon started off again, adjusting his mirror slightly so as to have a good view of what he hoped would be some pretty hot fun in the back seat.
Tom rested his leg on Jason's thigh, and gently stroked the warm boyflesh. As he did so, he saw Jason was gazing at his own well-filled navy trousers, so he parted his legs to make things easier for the blond boy. The two lads lay back in the comfortable seat, and relaxed.
'So how come you're dressed in your soccer gear, mate?' asked Tom.
'Just been to stay with friends for the weekend and played a game of 5-a-side. I had to come straight home, so there seemed no point in changing on a warm day like this. Anyway, I kinda like wearing this gear. But I s'pose you guys must find it quite hot wearing your uniform' he went on, adding with a glint in his eye 'depending what you're wearing underneath!'
Tom felt a surge in his teen-cock at the thought that this young lad was interested in what was under his blue uniform trousers. And he was sure as hell going to let him find out - shortly. By now the white nylon of the front of Jason's shorts was tenting hugely. Tom longed to lean over and begin tonguing the erection through the shiny fabric, but that would come in time. First he laid his hand lightly on Jason's muscular thigh. The fine covering of blond hair felt smooth and the flesh warm and sensual. He gently stroked and massaged as Jason leant further back into the seat giving Tom better access. With each stroke, Tom's hand went higher - then he leant over a little and began copying the action along the other leg. The shorts had long, baggy leg openings and gradually, tantalisingly, his hands crept beneath the shiny nylon. The sound of Jason's heavy breathing, and the warm and slightly sweaty feel inside the shorts made Tom so horny. He slid his hand around the full, tight package of Jason's briefs, making his erection strain even more in the front of the shorts, clearly showing the outline of one of the fattest boy-cocks Tom had ever seen.
This was moving so fast - Tom knew he had to slow down and adjust the huge bulge of his own cock he pushed back into the seat a little and Jason opened his eyes and grinned. As Tom peeled his own T-shirt over his head, Jason's eyes widened at the sight of Tom's muscular chest. Tom had always been well-built and had plenty of time in the navy to use the gym. It was always a competition with Simon, but Tom was naturally more muscular and his chest was his best feature. Jason began to massage the soft dark hair between Tom's nipples, then he leant over and began tonguing the nearest one. This was one of Tom's favourite turn-ons and within seconds the dark nipple sprang to attention - the pleasure of Jason's attention sent electric waves of pleasure to Tom's crotch.
He slid down the zip and reached inside - the heat of the passion felt good as he grasped his straining erection through the soft white fabric of his jockstrap and adjusted it. The head was already damp from the leaking teen precum, and forcing out the broad elastic of his underwear. Unlike Simon, Tom had seen no action the night before and it would have taken just a few strokes for him to spill his load - and it did cross his mind to unload a wad of spunk into his jockstrap, knowing that even if the session with Jason carried on for a long time, he'd have plenty more stored away. But Jason's tongue was working its way down his washboard stomach and the anticipation of him finding an open fly and exploring the contents was worth hanging on for.
Tom looked up and caught Simon's eye in the driving mirror. He had a big smile on his face - he was enjoying the performance put on by this hot and horny teen hitch- hiker, but there was plenty of time for him to take a turn. Gently, Jason pushed Tom's shoulders back until he was practically horizontal on the back-seat. The bulge in his blue navy-issue trousers looked enormous in the light of the passing headlights. The open fly gaped widely even though the top button was still done up, giving Jason an exciting glimpse of the white underwear - the idea of a guy in military uniform wearing tight briefs or other white underwear was a passionate turn-on for him and he bent across to bury his face in the gap. The man-scent from Tom's crotch hit him as a heady mix of the guy's sweat and precum juices. Fortunately, Tom was not yet wearing the belt which he would need to put on before he got back to camp, and having got him into the ideal position, Jason now had complete access with his tongue to slide up and down the rock-hard meat inside leaving a damp trail. Tom's fat cock- head had sprung out from the confines of the elastic and stood hard and proud, and shiny with the flowing precum. Jason had a passion for all guys in underwear and he wanted full access to this jockstrap, so quickly he flicked the top button and tugged gently on the trousers. Tom lifted his butt in the air, so Jason could drag them to his ankles.
Jason was in heaven! A good-looking, muscular, military teen all for him. He hardly knew where to start. He gently grabbed Tom's cock inside the cotton pouch of the jock, easing his legs apart and exposing the tight white butt cheeks of the teenager and lightly ran his drooling tongue along the dark fuzz which lead to Tom's arse. With his other hand, he reached up and began to tease Tom's left nipple, still hard from the previous toying from Jason's tongue. Tom threw back his head, he could feel the build up in his groin, and there were so many pleasurable sensations this kid was giving him that he knew he would be unable to hold back for more than just a few seconds. Jason's tongue felt soft and yet at the same time it firmly teased the sensitive area as it eased behind the jock strap. And as Jason worked it up and down, his butt thrust in the air, the shiny fabric of his white shorts stretching tightly across the round muscular cheeks, clearly showing the outline of the pale yellow briefs beneath. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Simon now had just one hand on the steering wheel and had his boy-cock out through his fly and was gently frigging it. The two teenagers were great buddies and had spent many happy hours together in their bunks on-board, so Tom was no stranger to Simon's cock, but the sight was suddenly incredibly sexy, and the pressure of Jason fist squeezing his hard-on through the cotton just became too much.
With a moan, he cried out 'Aaah, I'm cumming Jason, wank me into my jock, ah yes, yes...'
Tom's hips thrust up to meet Jason's urgent wanking and the first two shots of creamy jism shot across the shiny satin/cotton mix of his uniform shirt. The remaining, less urgent, thrusts squirted the pearly cum over Tom's exposed belly and soaked into the pouch of his jockstrap. From his position between Tom's legs, Jason looked up.
'Wow, that was some climax, man. Bet you've got a few more loads to deliver'
'Yeah, and I bet you have too, Jason', came a voice from the front seat.
Simon had been incredibly excited watching in his mirror as his friend was wanked off by this beautiful young soccer boy, and as he stroked his own cock which stuck out of the front of his uniform trousers he hoped that he could hold back so that in due course he could take his share of the backseat fun. He spoke again.
`Well Jason, time we saw what you are made of, I think.'
Jason smiled and lay back in the seat, as Tom mopped up the creamy boycum from his belly and jockstrap. Jason lightly massaged himself through the nylon shorts, enjoying (as he always did) the sensation of his youthful cock pressing through the soft yellow nylon briefs underneath. Nylon in nylon - the best! Jason could smell his own excitement, the hot schoolboy cock in his nylon briefs sending its satiny precum juices to soak through to the soccer shorts - the best aroma in the world!
Tom watched as his new young friend massaged himself, and he could hear the telltale sounds of wettening nylon sliding against the quivering boycock. Tom licked his lips instinctively, and was very excited at the sight. It was his turn to push Jason backwards so that he lay full-length on the back seat, and in the front Simon adjusted his mirror slightly so that he had a good view of the action.
`Time to slip out of these, Jason', whispered Tom, tugging at the shorts, and Jason obediently lifted his bum slightly off the seat so that Tom could pull the white nylon shorts downwards. They came off easily, and the throbbing bulge of the soccerkid's boymeat, trapped in yellow nylon, met Tom's lustful gaze. Again he licked his lips.
`My God, Jason. What a cock. What a bulge. What fantastic briefs - nylon, and so tight! I can see your whole shaft and your balls and everything!'
`Mmm, good. Hope you're not just going to watch...'
Tom needed no further invitation, and leant right over Jason and his head travelled down to the tantalising swelling.
`Open your legs as wide as you can' he instructed quietly.
At once Jason parted his thighs, and one leg pressed against the back of Simon's seat and the other against the back seat. Tom's left hand moved in to Jason's soft centre, and so gently at first he began to massage the kid's balls through the sexy nylon, and as soon as he made contact the boy began gently to murmur in the back of his throat.
After a few seconds, Tom moved his hand upwards, and started working on the fat cock in the yellow nylon, making out every vein of the engorged shaft. He feathered Jason's cock through the briefs, especially enjoying the contact with the bulbous fleshy head from which a big wet patch soaked into the nylon.
I want you to suck me off' said Jason, urgently. Please get your mouth on my briefs and get that cock really hot and dripping.'
Tom needed no further encouragement, and could tell from Jason's tone that the boy was quite close to shooting his boyjizz. He moved even closer to the briefs, and his head was now over them. The scent of the youngster's precum in the warm nylon was tangy and nearly made him swoon. Then he could wait no longer, but plunged his mouth over the soaking briefs and took Jason's mushroom head into his mouth, encased in the nylon briefs.
`Oooh, yeahh - suck my hot cock man.'
Meanwhile in the front seat Simon was having a real job concentrating on his driving, and the car had slowed noticeably. He thought it was time to stop altogether, so pulled into a quiet lay-by. He sat quietly in the front seat, and continued to watch the horny action in his mirror - it was like watching a porn video.
The noise was intensifying in the back, a mixture of Jason's quiet groaning and Tom's rather noisier slurping on the boycock in nylon. Then Jason adjusted himself in a quick movement, and suddenly his fat teenage cock was jutting naked from the left side of the briefs, the glistening head brilliantly shiny and silky with slick precum juice. Tom closed up again, and took the naked cock into his mouth and closed his eyes, drinking on the honey nectar greedily.
Simon's cock was tingling from his own gentle wanking, but he knew that he could hold back for later. It was then that he noticed, with a mixture of horror and excitement, that they were not alone. There, standing by a motorbike that Simon had not noticed as he drove up, was a young despatch rider - 19 or 20 at the most - dressed in faded blue jeans, an open black soft leather jacket, and a white teeshirt. And he was staring open-mouthed through the window into the back of the car. Simon stuffed his cock back inside his naval trousers and fastened them quickly, but it was too late to stop the action in the back. With a loud groan, Jason lifted his firm bum from the seat and thrust harder into Tom's mouth, and then began to thrash wildly as he was overcome by the intensity of his orgasm. Bolts of boycream pulsed up the shaft and into Tom's eager mouth, wad after wad of thick boyjizz, so much that it spilled from Tom's mouth and fell back down Jason's spunking shaft. His belly, briefs and cock were covered in warm white cum, although Tom eagerly feasted on as much as he could get. The pair in the back seat were quite oblivious to the new arrival, and did not even hear him open the front passenger door and quietly get in to sit beside Simon.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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