He has been stuck on a ship for the past six months. Stuck out on the ocean with several hundred other men. He is hornier than he has ever been in his life. Headed out on shore leave, but before going, he adjusts his boner so it is tenting out his polyester dress pants and hugely visible. He does not want any mistakes about what he is looking for tonight.  He wants someone to take his cock. He wants to sink his meat into a warm wet hole, and fuck it hard over and over. He wants to drain his balls. It’s his turn.

For the past six months on board the ship, he has been a cum dump for his fellow sailors. He has taken dicks up his ass and dicks down his throat. He has serviced most the men on board. When a ship is out to sea for an extended time a warm set of holes to fill with cum is a valuable commodity. His fellow sailors, wanting to make sure he stays a “willing” fuck toy, have kept him horny. For the past six months he has not been permitted to jerk off. The only time he has been allowed to cum is when he has a hard cock pounding his cunt. They have trained him to cum “hands-free” while getting fucked. He hates it when this happens. Only pussies cum while getting fucked. He does not want to be a pussy, he wants to be a man. He wants to be the one who fucks a pussy. This is his chance, shore leave. He plans on finding a girl who likes the uniform and wants to get fucked. He has heard his fellow sailors taking about getting laid on shore leave, so he thinks it will be easy. What he did not realize was that this was Fleet Week, which meant it was not only his ship in port, there were several ships full of horny soldiers that were going to flood the same bars as him, looking to get laid. The other guys in the bars, wearing the same dress white uniform, were going to outnumber the women available by a huge number. That left him high and dry, because what woman was going to choose a pussy, like him, over a real man. 

He found himself standing in a bar, his pants tented out with his frustrated, rock hard boner, surrounded by a group of drunk, horny, frustrated sailors. The other men in the bar started looking over at him. After six months as his ship’s fuck hole, he recognized the looks. These were the looks of men who just found a place to dump a load. Men who recognized a pussy when they saw one.

After that, things moved quickly. Two marines at a table in front of him, chugged down their beers, stood up and came over to him. They stood, very close, on either side of him at the bar. He could feel the heat of their bodies tight against his. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds, the marines grabbed his wrists and walked him to the men’s room at the back of the bar. As the door to the toilet slammed behind them, he felt his white pants pulled down roughly and hands on his shoulders forcing him to bend over. Then that familiar sensation of a cock pushing into his ass, while a second cock slipped past his lips.

It was not how he pictured his first shore leave, bent over in a dirty toilet, while men lined up to bust a nut into him. For the next six hours he was used, and like the sailors on his ship, these men would not let him jerk off. His untouched dick cumming occasionally, hands-free, would elicit cheering from the men using him.

He reported back to his ship the next morning, looking like the cum dump whore he was.  The knees of his white pants covered with ground in grime (dirt and piss) from the floor of the toilet, the back of his pants wet with jizz dripping from his well used hole. He was sent immediately to the showers to clean himself up. As he stepped under the hot water, he felt a fellow sailor step up behind him and press a hard cock into his pussy. 

He immediately popped another boner.