Comic Strip Fantasy

Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye, a spinach glugging nerd continuously saves Olive Oyl, his girlfriend, from the advances of a gorgeous butch looking hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I couldn’t understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto, with the dark ring of facial hair around his mouth and a lustful look on his face.  For me, Bluto was always the epitome of what a man should look like, and I constantly berated Olive for her stupidity. What annoyed me the most was how the spinach-guzzling twerp, Popeye, always got the upper hand over my hunky hero.

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One Saturday morning, I visited my favourite breakfast spot. I always arrived there at eleven because by then, most of the breakfast crowd had dispersed, and I could sit at my preferred table. Secondly, at eleven-thirty, breakfast stopped being served as the lunchtime menus got presented. The service at this place was excellent, and shortly the waiter arrived with a menu. Placing a monthly magazine that I always bought, ‘The Gay Scene’ beside me on the table, I studied the menu as my waiter moved off to fetch my cappuccino.

Glancing up from the menu, I then saw the embodiment of my comic book fantasy appear before my eyes. The man arriving at the establishment was the embodiment of Bluto. He was huge, hairy, and ultra butch. After he had surveyed the seating area, he moved in my direction to occupy the table next to me. Next, once he sat down at the table facing me, my poor heart began to palpitate as never before when he gave me a friendly smile. The efficient waiter then materialized, and after placing my beverage before me, I informed him that I was not yet ready to order.

The waiter then handed ‘Bluto’ his menu. After the waiter moved off to collect ‘Bluto’s’ coffee, ‘Bluto’ arose from his chair and stood before my table.

“Hi, I’m Blayze,” he told me, extending his large hand with thick square fingers.

“Hi, I’m Paul,” I answered as I shook his hand.

“Are you a local?” he then inquired.

“Well… I’ve lived in the area for two years, if that qualifies,” I stated.

“Cool,” he countered and then asked, “Would you mind if I join you, I’m a newbie and could do with some local info?”

“Be my guest,” I said, doing everything in my power not to jump up and down with joy.

When he began to converse, he told me that he had just moved to the area that week. Blayze was thirty-years-old, single, and was a quantity surveyor by profession. As he spoke, he kept glancing at my magazine. When his coffee finally arrived, I informed him of the eleven-thirty routine at the restaurant.   

“What do you recommend?” he asked.

Following my suggestion, the waiter left to place our eggs benedict order. As we continued talking, I also got to give him a brief resume of my history. Time flew by, and shortly our waiter arrived with our breakfast. We tucked it at once, savouring the delicious meal.

As we ate, I saw Blayze continue to glance at my magazine. Finally, gesturing with his eyes at the magazine once more, he asked, “So, are there good bars in the area?”

With my heart skipping a beat and from his continued stare at the magazine, I presumed that he had meant gay bars. Jumping right in, I then mentioned the two gay bars and the gay club in the area. I also added my opinions of these places and observed him taking it all in with keen interest.

After my rundown, he asked, “Is there a sauna in the neighbourhood?”

“Yes,” I replied, “It’s about a ten-minute walk from here.” 

“I love going to saunas,” he announced, before asking, “Do you go there often?”

Truthfully, I didn’t. The sauna had a very mixed crowd, but unfortunately, there was a contingent of salacious older men that irritated me at the local sauna. Although they were quite bothersome at times, they never did enough to provoke outright anger. Nevertheless, their constant advances were annoying. Naturally, with the prospect of seeing my comic book hero naked, I kept this information myself.

“From time to time,” I answered, feeling satisfied with my reply.

“I’m not crazy about sitting in a sauna room, but I love steam rooms. I can sit in one for ages and just let the sweat pour out of me.” Blayze concluded.    

By now, we had finished our food, and both ordered another coffee to round things off.

Blayze then asked me about the sauna’s operating hours. I informed him that they closed on Mondays, open from noon till midnight on Tuesdays to Thursdays, and then open nonstop from noon on Fridays till midnight on Sunday.

“I’m pleased that I met you and hope that you’ll let me join you in the future for Saturday breakfasts,” Blayze informed me.

“Anytime,” I assured him, smiling.

“So, what are your plans for this afternoon?” Blayze then inquired.

Bingo, I thought, but calmed myself down before replying, “Nothing.” 

“Well, why don’t we head off to the sauna?” he suggested.

With my blood rushing through my arteries at the speed of light, I accepted his invitation as casually as my excitement would allow. When we finished our coffees, Blayze insisted on paying the bill as a thank you gesture for all my ‘information.’ We then set off in the direction of the sauna.

As we walked, my mind worked overtime. Bears were a strange lot, and I often found that they were attracted to their particular genre, happy to bang one other’s big bulky butts. Two weeks before at the bar, a big bear sat next to me, and just as I thought I might get lucky, another bear entered the bar and the two of them hooked up and left. Thus far, friendly as he had been, Blayze had not given me any reason to think that he was sexually interested in me, and I wondered if I would be dispensed with, once my role as a tour guide had come to an end.

“So, Paul, what kind of men are you interested in?” he asked, out of the blue.

Throwing caution to the wind and steering clear of over-elaboration, I answered, “Big guys.”

“Do I fit the bill?” he inquired, with a horny expression on his face and giving me a glimmer of hope.

“Sure,” I shyly replied, hoping like hell that my dreams weren’t about to get dashed. 

“Well, Paul, then it appears that we are both in luck. You are exactly the kind of guy that appeals to me,” he retorted, with a lustful look in his eyes. Suddenly, the sauna felt like it was a million miles away.

After what seemed like an age, we did arrive at our destination. Once we were buzzed in and paid our entrance fee, we found ourselves side by side in the locker room. As we undressed, my excitement escalated. Blayze was the epitome of my lifelong dream, and when his underpants got removed, I almost convulsed with delight at the sight of his thick chunky dick. In my wildest imagination, I could not have envisaged a finer knob for Bluto. A mane of black hair surrounded his cock, which rested on fat and fabulous, massive nuts. I could almost taste the spunk that I knew would explode out of his manly balls.

“Let’s go have some fun,” he said, as he placed his towel around his meaty hips.

After a brief tour around the place, Blayze looked at me and said, “Time to get rid of our toxins.”

We moved toward the steam room and entered, after placing our towels on the rail outside. Upon doing so, I observed my least favourite old guy seated to my left as we got seated.

‘Skanky,’ as I had always thought of him in my mind, was sitting in his customary position, with his very long uncut cock hanging over his long floppy nut-sack.  This position, as I had come to know from former visits, was Skanky’s calling card. On the other side of him, there was an attractive young guy showing total disinterest in Skanky was seated.  

Turning to Blayze, I whispered my dislike for Skanky, based on my previous visits. Blayze’s eyes now lit up at my comment and it was as if there was a weird look in his eyes after my revelation. Blayze then leaned over and began to kiss me. When he did so, I saw the young guy move toward us and kneel before Blayze. As he took Blayze’s dick in his mouth, Skanky also approached and knelt behind the young guy. I was intrigued to see the young guy offer no resistance as Skanky started penetrating his backside.

When Skanky’s face lit up, his sunken cheeks seemed even more hollow than usual as his ugly mouth hung open. Once Blayze stopped kissing me, we both focussed on the spectacle before us. Blayze then took hold of ‘Youngster’s’ head and began to pull it onto his dick more forcefully. Even though Skanky was not my taste, the scene next to me was sizzyingly hot. Not long after, Blayze lifted Youngster’s head off his knob before politely saying that he didn’t want to cum too quickly. Skanky immediately took control of Youngster’s body. After lifting him, Skanky strong-armed him to the opposite wall where there was no built-in seating. Shortly, as Youngster got wedged up against the wall, Skanky then widened his stance and viciously began to stab Youngster’s arse. The sight was almost comical as Skanky’s long balls swung like a pendulum between his legs.

It occurred to me that I had never seen Skanky in action. I had avoided him to such an extent, that I had deprived myself of the incredible vision I was beholding. I even began to feel envious of Youngster.

Blayze soon arose and beckoned me over to the action. After pushing me to my knees behind Skanky, Blayze ordered me to suck on Skanky’s nuts. From the look in Blayze’s eyes, I realized that it was an order and not a request. I immediately knew that a control game was underway and that Blayze was testing me. ‘If you want me, you do as I say,’ was written all over his face.

I leaned in and did as told. As I licked and sucked, instruction arrived when I heard Blayze ask Skanky if he wanted to swap partners.

“Fuck yeah,” I heard Skanky reply.

As my body got shoved up against the wall with Blayze’s hand around the back of my neck. I then heard Blayze command Skanky, “Fuck him, bro.” 

As Skanky’s cock slithered into me, his mouth rested on my ear. “Finally, I get to fuck you… You stuck-up little bitch.” 

My mind went into a spin as he fucked me. Stunned as I was by recent events, I had to admit that his dick felt great in my backside. When I began to sigh with pleasure, Skanky hissed, “Now you know what you’ve been missing.”

Truthfully, he was quite correct. I had always admired his long thick shlong but couldn’t get my head around the idea of allowing him to fuck me. Jammed against the tiles, nevertheless, his cock felt spectacular in my arse, and the variance of pace from him, heavenly. At least, I ruminated; I didn’t have to look at him. 

With Blayze solidly plugged into Youngster’s backside beside us, I observed two more of the older guys I had always avoided enter the steam room. Shortly, Skanky started grunting as he began unloading into me. “Take my fucking spunk, cum-dump,” he dismissively stated upon doing so. 

Once Skanky was done, he placed his hand behind my neck, and still pinning me to the wall, asked one of the onlookers, “Do you want to have a go, Charlie?” I couldn’t believe the power in Skanky’s grasp.

Charlie wasted no time, and instantly I was getting robust fucking from him. All the indifference I had shown to these older men on my former visits had caught up with me, and I was now their official fuck-bunny. Strangely, I began loving it! Charlie had an unbelievably thick and rigid cock. Unlike Skanky, however, his technique was frantic as he agitatedly speared my arse. Thankfully, Charlie lasted a short time, and as he hammered my butt, he became overexcited by his unlikely spate of good luck and started unloading.

By now I knew that Alfie was up next, having also heard his name mentioned. Alfie also went ballistic. I could feel his dick was smaller than the other two, but Alfie had a far different approach. Alfie was a lot more physical, and when he clamped his fingers onto my tits, I thought he was going to tweak them off my chest. As he hammered my butt, his mouth also bit hard on my ear before he said, “So, Miss Prissy, not so fucking high-and-mighty now, are you?” After a brief pause, he then concluded, “From now on, you’ll know your place.”

Alfie next went into overdrive, as he continued tweaking and fucking like a maniac, and as I began to yelp, he banged me even more forcefully. After he came, he stepped back and gave my arse an almighty slap. As I turned to look at him afterward, he gave me a devilish grin and a wink. I smiled back.

Then turning toward Blayze, I saw that he had finished with Youngster. “That was fucking hot,” Blayze proclaimed.

“Easy for you to say,” I replied as we both smiled. 

With my tits and arse tingling, Blayze and I arrived at the bar counter shortly after. As we began sipping our beers, I looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

“What was that all about?” I asked him.

“Respect,” he answered. “We are all going to get old, and when I heard how dismissive you were about David (Skanky), I thought you needed to learn some manners.”

I nodded in acknowledgment. Then after a pause, I asked, “So, is that what the visit here today was all about?”

“Hell no, I’m dying to fuck you!” he responded.  “Let’s go back to your place because you’ve got a serious load of cream for me to churn,” he replied with a horny grin.   

When we arrived at my home, I asked, “Would you mind if I give you a nickname?”

Blayze shrugged in a ‘whatever fashion.’

“So… what’s my nickname going to be?” he asked, intrigued.

“Bluto,” I answered.

Real confusion now broke out on his face. As we commenced sipping our beers, I went to my bedroom to retrieve one of my grandfather’s comics. After handing it to him, he began to read it. Within a minute, he looked at me and smiled.

Blayze was a cream churner of note. I was elated as all my comic strip fantasies got realized. He was also as butch and dominant as I had hoped he would be. An additional bonus was that he also had an incredible libido, and I was continually under ‘attack’ by him.    

When we became a couple, we continued to visit the sauna once a week. Blayze loved watching me being fucked and was particularly fond of placing me at the disposal of all the older men I had formally shunned. There were times that I hardly walk, or talk, after protracted sessions in the steam room.

I was no longer as stuck-up as I used to be.