About Buoys. Boats and Salty Seamen

Hi Pete! This is your little brother Denny! How ya doin? This is the tape letter ya wanted, to let ya know what’s goin’ on. Be careful who hears it—this one’s gonna be X-rated! Hope it doesn’t melt your cassette player! Be sure to play it for your buddy Bruce. You guys still messin’ around? Hope so!

Hear those noises in the background? That’s the engines on this tub. Right now we’re off the coast of Spain. We’re headin’ for Amsterdam. This is one long cruise, man. And a lota back-breakin’ work. Guess what we’re carryin’—molasses, wine and L.N.G (that’s liquid natural gas). If we bump into somethin’ there’s gonna be wine and gas all over the place! It’d look like we had quite a party!

The days can get real long out here. There’s some good points, I guess. On this trip we don’t have any fuckin’ passengers. And it’s an all-male crew. Pretty cool, huh. You should see us, Pete. Sometimes we’re out on deck in our bikinis, sometimes even naked. It’s great! In our free time we relax in the sun and let it all hang out! One day I started horsin’ around with a guy named Shawn. We wrestled naked all over the deck. The other guys crowded around and started cheerin. I got kinda worried ‘cause I was gettin’ hard—ya know what happens when I wrestle! There wasn’t nothin’ I could do to hide it. My eyes just about popped when I saw that Shawn had a hard-on too!

He got me in a tight head scissors and just about broke my neck with it. He kept me flat on my back, so everybody got to stare at my big rod, and his too! I’d shaved my basket a few nights before, so they also had a good look at my nuts. Thank god I didn’t shoot off! It was close. When I get into it with a sharp-lookin’ guy I can’t help myself! I’ll take some pictures of Shawn and send ‘em to ya. He’s a blond, a real stud. When our brawl was over, I kidded with him that I wanted a re-match—a private one—and he said O.K. Can ya believe it? So we set it up. But get this: another guy, Paul, just about begged us to let him watch our match. He’s a real hunk too. So we told him he could be the ref, and he grinned from ear to ear!

We found a good-sized, empty storage compartment near the stern for the big event. It was sorta noisy from the engines, but at least nobody was gonna hear any sounds WE made! The only light was from a dim bulb at one end of the compartment. Paul brought some old blankets and towels to make the floor a little softer. Another buddy bolted us in and stood guard outside the door, just in case.

Shawn and I stripped. The guy’s cock was as stiff as steel, just like mine. Paul asked if he could take on the loser, and we agreed. Paul is taller than me and Shawn and likes to show off all his muscles. It looks like he’s pumped a lot of iron. His cock was pumped up too! He’s got a nine-incher like mine, bro. Sure was fun watchin’ the dude strip. You should see his balls! Talk about heavy cargo! He gets first prize on this ship, man!

On the night of our match the sea was whippin’ up some big-time waves. Our ‘arena’ was rockin’ us real good. What a sexy way to wrestle! It seemed like we were at each other half the night. We used every hold you can think of. I kept goin’ after Shawn’s back. I got him in three or four good crabs, full crabs. He didn’t give easy.

The guy’s into claw holds. He used ‘em all over my body. His deep stomach claw just about finished me off. He sure poured on the pressure. It was more like a low gut squeeze, a very low one. Shawn sat down on my thighs and worked me good. He had his hand right next to my big, loaded cock. Remember how jumpy my rod can get when I’m excited? Well, it started twitchin’ and rubbin’ against Shawn’s arm. I figured he was gonna grab it, so I attacked his arm with a bunch of karate chops. I broke away and dove into him. I slammed a fist into his gut, then let him feel my scissors! He struggled for a long time but couldn’t get out of it. Paul thought it was cool when my squeezes made the guy grunt and groan.

“Get him, Denny!” he kept sayin.’ “Make him give!”

I could see Paul starin’ at my rod. He was probably thinkin’, “if this guy wins, I’m gonna be all over that big sucker!”

My legs finally got the best of Shawn. He choked out a submission, but I didn’t free him til he said it five or six times! When I got up, Paul slapped me on the back. “You get winner’s choice, champ!” He told me that he and his buddies used to do it after makin’ a guy submit. The winner has five minutes to do whatever he wants with the loser, without interference from anybody!

What a deal! Who’s gonna refuse that offer? So I stood over Shawn, bent down and dug my fingernails into his tits! His are even bigger and stiffer than yours, bro! I really clamped into them babies. I pulled ‘em so much he had to bridge up between my legs!

Paul loved it. He was still watchin’ my cock real close, itchin’ to get at it. As soon as I was through havin’ fun with Shawn, Paul clotheslined me. The blow knocked me silly! I hit the floor and rolled onto my belly. Paul walked over to me, laughin’ as I tried to get up. My legs were wobbly and my head felt like it was split in half. He faced me and waited while I slowly got to my feet. I took a wide stance to keep from fallin’ over. I saw one of his hands reach for my cock. I was too dazed to do anything about it. He locked his fingers onto my meat like a vise.

I yelped from the pain, but at least I was glad to know he wrestled “our way,” bro! The dude’s grip was awesome. He didn’t let go neither—he wasn’t playin’ around. It was a death old, man. The more he squeezed, the more paralyzed I became. He had me helpless real quick. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. All I could so was stand there and let him give it to my rod! I looked down at his hand. It was squeezin’ the top few inches. Even so, the pain was killin’ me. I could feel the fingers press deep into my cock veins. My hard nuts bulged way out and started to tingle. Then the feelin’ crawled into my rod. My cock tried to jerk out of his hand. It never strained that much before.

Paul grinned at me and spread his legs real wide. What a hunk! He flexed his muscles and crushed me worse than before. My rod and basket felt so fuckin’ good I couldn’t hardly stand it. Paul wiggled the middle finger of his free hand at me and said, “Come on, gimme a fistful, come on!”

The fucker knew he had me. Boy, did my cock pound! He didn’t have to do anything else to finish me. His power grip on my joystick was more than enough. The stinging squeeze started to turn into awesome pleasure. I screamed like a wild man even before I shot off! Paul yelled too as he gave it to my rod. When I started shootin’, each squirt was like a burnin’ paradise! Shit, did I ever explode!

Afterward Paul opened his hand and turned to Shawn. “Dig this load! Looks like I win! Winner’s choice time!”

I stretched out on the floor. I was feelin’ so great I didn’t care what he did to me! Paul laid down between my legs, facin’ me, and started doin’ pushups. Sure was sexy! Especially because every time he lowered himself, the guy dragged his tongue along my cock! (Try that with Bruce sometime!) I think Paul was surprised that it stayed hard after I shot off (he doesn’t know me very well yet!).

I lost track of how many pushups he did, but when he stopped he really went to work sucking on my cock. I haven’t been sucked that good since Bruce got me in the team room after school. What a match THAT was! Those two dudes we let watch had the best cock-suckin’ demo of their lives! Hey Bruce—are ya still wearin’ those super-tight jeans and showin’ off that giant bulge of yours? I haven’t seen a sexier crotch over here yet!

Anyway, before you could say “jockstrap,” Paul had me primed and ready to cum for the second time. I was bein’ killed by raw pleasure, man. He really got me. My gun fired so much cream I coulda filled a milk bucket! What a super, fun night. .

The next day we were talkin’ about it and decided to have our own wrestlin’ club. With regular matches—private of course. Just think, your little brother’s got his own arena, a floatin’ one! Aren’t you jealous? The freighter’s called the “William Rasmussen,” but WE call it “Wild Rasslin’ Men!” Whadya thinka that? The boat’s rough and dirty, just like our matches!

The next time we got together Paul brought along a new guy—Mario, a hot Italian boy. Black curly hair, built like a god. I guess he started wrestlin’ with Paul in the showers a few days ago and his cock was standin’ straight up! Paul thought he was cravin’ some action. Mario has some neat moves. I’ll show ya when I get back. Bein’ around Mario ya have to guard your crotch real good—the guy’s nuts about nuts! He’ll go for ‘em whenever he can. He’s a pro at it, man. He also likes to use your basket to keep ya under control while he kills ya with some other hold. I think the fucker would love to have a guy’s balls in his hand all the time! Like this mornin’ I was in the john combin’ my hair, standin’ there with my legs apart. Mario walked in and right away slid a hand into my crotch from behind. I was wearin’ some old, worn Levi’s and nothin’ underneath, so he coulda made mincemeat outa my balls. But he didn’t. He just wanted to get his hand around ‘em and have some fun feelin’ and squeezin.’ Shit, sure is a sexy guy! My cock got hard lickety split. He put a hold on my balls that really turned me on. It somehow made my juice boil! After a couiple of minutes, I couldn’t hold it back, man. I swore as my big gun started shootin' cum. Mario pushed me against the sink and held my cock down so I could watch it plastering the sink!

By the way, bro, I’ve been usin’ the holds ya taught me, plus some new ones of my own. Shawn likes the “throttle” a lot. He got Paul with it last night. It was a helluva match. Mario and I watched up close as Paul brought Shawn belly-down with a leg trip, then smashed a knee into his lower back several times. It made Shawn mad as hell, but he was in too much pain to try an escape. Paul got comfy on Shawn’s back, facin’ his legs, and looked at the guy’s gorgeous butt. The hunk put his hands on Shawn’s cakes and squeezed hard. Paul’s huge biceps bulged as he applied tight butt claws. Shawn yelled like mad. He’s well-built, but still no match for the big guy.

Paul buried his strong fingers in those buns. His thumbs pushed deeper and deeper into the asscrack. They pulled the buns apart. The thumbs slowly pushed into Shawn’s hole. Mario got so excited that he grabbed his own rod and bear hugged it! Shawn yelled for mercy. He didn’t get none! He tried to roll over but Paul stopped him by squeezin’ more. Paul drove his thumbs inside Shawn’s ass as far as he could, then really poured it on. The hunk crushed his ass like it was foam rubber!

By the time Paul let go of the buns they looked red hot. So was Paul’s rod! He stayed on Shawn’s back and stroked his own meat for a while. He probably woulda gone all the way, but he didn’t get the chance. Shawn surprised him by suddenly pushin’ up. Paul landed on his hands and knees, then got flattened from Shawn leapin’ down on him. Paul was kinda shocked and didn’t make a move right away. That’s when Shawn got to use the “throttle.” He sat on Paul’s lower back, reached between his legs and wrenched the hunk’s cock back against his butt. He yanked that cock with both hands. Paul was goin’ crazy. I don’t blame him either. That throttle’s scary, man. You’re sure the guy is gonna break it in half and wreck ya for life!

Paul finally raised his arms and knifed Shawn in the sides as hard as he could. Shawn doubled over. Paul got up and threw him on his belly again. The hunk sure was pissed. He did three knee-drops on Shawn’s thighs. Then he reached behind him, grabbed an ankle with each hand, and pulled ‘til he got Shawn in the wildest crab I ever seen. As he was forcin’ the legs back, Paul lowered his cock over Shawn’s butt and pushed it into the jock’s ass. Holy shit, what a move! Shawn yelled his submission pronto, but it didn’t stop Paul. He pulled the legs so far that the guy looked like a pretzel. At the same time he drilled his rod deeper into Shawn.

Mario was up on his knees, ready to shoot. So was I. Both of us needed some action bad! I brought my hand up between Mario’s super muscled legs and gripped his basket. It was rock-hard. I yanked it down low and held it there. Mario didn’t try to stop me. I gave his sack some good shakes. The stud groaned, squeezing his rod while I worked on the basket. He watched Paul shove the full length of his rod into Shawn. Mario’s basket throbbed in my hand. I gave his nuts a good, long sqjueeze and that did it. He let out a yell and fired his hot Italian cream like there was no tomorrow. Paul saw Mario’s squirting cock and it made him do the same thing! He gave a final pull on Shawn’s legs, then pumped his load into the jock.

I jumped onto Mario and pulled him over. I was gonna finish him with a big torture lock and another orgasm. He was still spurtin’ juice when I got him in an awesome body scissors. The guy couldn’t fight me off because he was lost in pleasure! I scissored him ‘til the stud was worn out (or so I thought). I looked at Paul. He was still fuckin’ the jock; both of ‘em were groanin’ and havin’ a ball.

All of a sudden Mario slammed his fist into my gut and broke free. I caught him with the scissors once more, this time around the neck with my thighs. Big mistake! It was sexy havin’ his handsome head up near my crotch, but I regretted it. The damn stud took my basket in his mouth and bit down! I screamed so loud I almost drowned out the engines! My first thought was to get away as quick as possible. But no way—not with my nuts between his teeth. I didn’t dare move an inch. Mario was like a hungry lion tearin’ into his prey. I laid there, scared shitless. I could feel his teeth against my balls, pushin’ into ‘em, and I had to lay there and take it.

Paul pulled out of Shawn and came up next to me. His cock was hard as ever. I was hopin’ he’d help me out somehow, but no such luck! He looked at my rod and closed his fist around it. It was all over, bro. He had me in his cock-killer again. Squeezin’ the life outa my cock was bad enough, but havin’ my nuts chewed at the same time was too much! Then for no reason Mario freed my basket and rammed Paul. I couldn’t figure it. Maybe he wanted me all to himself. Or maybe he saw a chance to go after Paul. Anyway, I pulled away from the hunk and crawled over to Shawn. Boy was I ever glad to get a time-out!

Mario’s attack sent Paul right down on his back. Mario flew toward him, but Paul rolled to one side. The Italian boy almost broke his kneecaps when he hit the floor! Paul grabbed a leg and gave him even more pain to worry about. The hunk grapevined it, then crouched low, bendin’ the leg in a way it’s not suppose to bend. Mario cried out, but Paul was only gettin’ started. He really murdered that leg, man. Mario tried to lash out at Paul without success. Finally Paul picked up Mario’s other leg and forced ‘em both apart. He did it real slow. Watchin’ how he did it made me horny all over again.

He hunk grinned as he stared down at Mario’s hard cock and balls. Paul lifted the guy’s legs like he was fixin’ to turn him over into a full crab. But he held him straight up instead, pinnin’ his head to the floor. Then he gripped the inside of Mario’s thighs and split the legs apart again. Paul got down and slid his tongue slowly across Mario’s basket. The stud twitched from the feather-light touch. Paul did it again, longer. Mario tried to squirm away. No luck, man!

“Ever had a guy eat YOUR nuts, boy?” asked Paul. “How do they taste?”

It was clear what Paul was gonna do, and the Italian didn’t go for the idea. He spun around, dropped to the floor and bounced up before Paul could make a move. Paul charged, but the stud managed to flip him over with a gut wrench. Then Mario stomped him in the gut. The stud sat down and pulled Paul’s back onto his folded lower legs. Holdin’ the hunk by an arm and a leg, he was set to use one of my favorite moves. Mario rocked himself backward and hoisted Paul over him in a beautiful “bow and arrow.” Fuck! What a horny position for the stud to be in!

Paul’s big, muscular body strained and bowed out from the pressure of Mario’s powerful legs. And at the top of that arched body was the hunk’s bulgin’ basket and thick rod. As you always said, bro, nobody lasts long in this hold—not even a musclehunk like Paul. The guy gave up after only a few seconds. But Mario kept him tied up for several minutes, with every second a nightmare. Paul’s cock twitched and strained like the rest of his muscles. You couldn’t watch it—or his hard, sexy balls—without bein’ tempted to get up and rape the jock!

Shawn looked at me and said, “Let’s get the fucker!”

With Mario keepin’ him all stretched out for us, it was simple. The hunk’s arms were pulled back over his head. The dangerous legs were locked together at the ankles, and spread wide enough to make his balls easy work. Shawn took the cock. The balls were mine. Three against one ain’t too fair, but it sure as hell was fun!

I straddled Paul’s legs and gripped his basket. You’d be proud of the way I muscled those nuts, bro. God it felt great! Shawn was on his knees suckin’ the throbbin’ cock for all he was worth. Then Paul got the shock of his life: suddenly Shawn bit down into the cock, turnin’ the hunk’s pleasure into punishment. Paul’s mouth flew open in agony. Or was it from the pleasure of my ballwork? Anyway, we gave him the business, man. His balls and cock musta felt awfully good, ‘cause when that boy shot his cum, it was somethin' to see! His nuts stiffened in my hand! After we let him go, he didn’t have to wonder what parts of his body we worked on! I’m sure he’s still feelin’ it today!

Hey, wait a minute—here he is. Paul just came in. “I’m makin’ a tape for my brother Pete. Wanna come here and say hello?”

“Sure. How’s it goin’ Pete?”

“I’m tellin’ him what it’s like on this tub.”

“Did ya tell him about our after-hours fun?”

“Yeah. He’s into wrestlin’ a lot. I told him what happened last night, and how you got creamed!”

“Maybe we should let your brother hear us wrestle right now!”

“Hey, quit it, fucker! Not now!”

“Hear the screams, Pete? That’s your kid brother! Guess what I’m doin’ to him! I got my hand in his crotch, gettin’ nasty with his nuts! So ya like that, Denny? O.K., here’s another one! You’re a real fighter, aren’t ya! I'm gonna open your jeans and make this more interesting! Yeah, that's better! I’ve got ya now, boy! Ever had a guy do THIS to your nuts? Ya better be more quiet, Denny, or somebody might hear!

“Hey Pete, I’m gonna stop the recorder and finish off your tough little brother! I’ll let ya imagine what I do to him! Maybe he’ll tell ya later—if he has the guts, and if he can still talk!” (click)

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