The Tunnel of Love

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Seaman Dennis James Lawrence, twenty-five years of age, was enjoying the experience of having shore leave after six months at sea. He was dressed in his summertime "service whites," more commonly known as the "crackerjack" uniform, consisting of a white pullover jumper, bell-bottom trousers and hat with a black neckerchief and shiny black shoes as the sole bit of contrasting color. The clothing was a lightweight but sturdy polyester blend, the shirt having an open neck and a prominent square-shaped collar in the back and two welt-style front chest pockets, to keep the pocket from protruding and spoiling the shape-fitting design. His collar held three navy-blue stripes and a single white star on the corner, denoting him a seaman, no longer a recruit or apprentice seaman. The jumper had a zipper on the left to permit easy removal.

His trousers were flared on the bottom, and the front had a large square flap fastened to the trousers at the bottom and secured by thirteen buttons, which secured the flap across both sides and the top; a single hard yank could remove all thirteen quickly if he fell overboard and had to remove the weight of his wet clothing that could hinder his ability to swim. His trousers also held belt loops and two front and two back pockets.

His black neckerchief of nylon was tightly rolled and tied in a square knot at the front of his neck. His hat, commonly known as a "Dixie cup," was a white, flat-topped, cotton twill hat that completed his uniform.

Inside this uniform there was Dennis himself, rugged and handsome, six foot one, light-brown hair that was almost dirty-blond cut so short it was nearly invisible at the moment. His face was square with a prominent and well-defined jawline that gave his features a strong, chiseled look, robust and masculine. His forehead was pronounced with angular eyebrows and piercing light-blue eyes.

His body was muscled, lean and ripped with a thick, well-developed chest, highly defined and chiseled, particularly in his bulging pectorals. His arms were well-defined, and functionally strong, sculpted well-proportioned bicep and tricep muscles and his large upper body and slim waist gave him a beautifully "V shaped" physique. His legs were strong in the thighs, bulging out the legs above the knees, but the flare of the trousers hid his lower leg muscles from view.

He was at the amusement park because he was alone instead of with buddies; he was feeling rather lost as he was a gregarious individual who missed his mates and hoped the loud music and lights of the amusement park would help with that. He meandered among the racket and happy people and felt a little better, wondering if a ride might cheer him up further, when he happened upon the "Tunnel of Love" and would have passed it by when the smaller sign hanging under it caused him to pause. "Single riders only," it emphasized. Below that, it explained further, "Male" and "Female" lines! What was this?

"Why would anyone go into a Tunnel of Love all by themselves?" he asked the guy at the gate. "That don't make a lick of sense!"

"This isn't your ordinary Tunnel of Love, sir!" the huckster assured him. "My good man, if you are alone and craving a release from your solitude, this tunnel will offer you a surcease from your woes. My tunnel does not give you and your sweetheart an opportunity to spoon, this tunnel provides you with the love you truly crave."

A man staggered out from the exit of the tunnel and the empty boat he had ridden in pulled up to the dock of the ticket-seller. "If you disbelieve me, ask this customer. My dear man," the huckster called to the man, "Assure this doubting Thomas that this ride does indeed provide the love he seeks."

"Does it ever!" the man exclaimed. "I've never had better love in my life! I'll be back tomorrow for another ride!"

"Another happy customer," the huckster told Dennis. "Now, for the miserly fee of twenty dollars, you can ride in the same boat that he enjoyed." "Twenty dollars?" Dennis exclaimed. The year was 1955, this was like asking a modern-day person for a hundred dollars! "That's nearly all the money I got left!"

"Satisfaction guaranteed, my dear man. I tell you what, you ride this ride and if you aren't satisfied, I will refund your ticket in full!"

Dennis' curiosity was piqued in the extreme and it wasn't like he was doing anything else at this time; he had intended to do something interesting on this shore leave and this was definitely interesting! "All right, if you promise a refund, I'll take that bet." He pulled out his money, a ten and two fives, and laid it down on the huckster's table and was allowed to get into the boat. A peculiar boat, it had a seat intended for one person, and he still had to slide his legs down underneath a large compartment in the front part of the boat; it was like getting into a kayak only larger. The huckster pushed the boat into the stream and it drifted into the tunnel and dimness.

The boat moved slowly and there was music of a tinny, dull sort but nothing to see, nothing at all. Dennis was beginning to think he had been flim-flammed when he felt it, a hand touching his crotch! Dennis looked down and saw what was fumbling at his buttons, a young boy no more than six years old! "What the hell?"

The boy was working his buttons with some alacrity but thirteen buttons take some undoing, even though these particular buttons were designed to be easy to unfasten. "Don't move, Mister, I can do this!" the boy told him. The boy had dark toned hair (the dim light made color identification impossible) and light toned skin and his face was cute and clean with thin features, rather like a sparrow. He pulled down the flap and exposed Dennis' jockstrap.

"Why are you taking my pants off?" Dennis asked him, not believing his own eyes. He was still quite flaccid, the experience had left him bewildered.

"I'm not taking them off, I'm getting them so I can suck your cock, of course," the boy told him with a grin but matter-of-factly. "This is the Tunnel of Love and I supply the love."

The boy fumbled into his jockstrap and Dennis, comprehending, had a rush of sudden rut. Jesus, the things you encounter when you pull into a strange port! He'd been told that every city had its own way of doing things but this...?

The boy got hold of his prong and yanked it out of the jockstrap, sliding the pouch to the side and pulling his shaft out of the right hand side. His cock, a ten-incher he was proud to sport, was semi-erect and in the warmth of the boy's hand, it rocketed up to the full stiff, uncut length. His glans was an upside-down-apple shape inside the foreskin that barely covered it and the tip gleamed with the rush of precome that the small hand had wreaked in the pull and pressure. "Guhhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis shuddered as he felt the power of what his twenty dollars had wrought. He had paid for a blowjob from a little boy with that money!

The boy's lips slid onto his cock like silk slides over the edge of a table, slow and soft and silent and sleek. His mouth gripped the shaft over four inches down and his glans and upper shaft was bathed in the boy's slobber, a warm bath, and Dennis groaned as the boy's lips slid back up over the greasy goo he had laved upon his dong. "Huh-uh-uh-huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis shivered. "Good, that's damned good, kid!"

Down the velvet lips slipped again and this time with the drool aiding them, they slipped down to six inches upon Dennis' majestic pecker. "Ohhhhhhh, Jeeeeeeeeez!" Dennis groaned. "Damn, kid, how deep are you going to take this mother! I can't believe it!"

The boy just giggled as he rose up again and the sputum was now drizzling down the length of his prong. The boy lifted off and said, "Bet I can swallow it all this time, Mister! Want to see?"

"All? Oh, God, I don't know if I can take it, I might blow my wad if you do that!" Dennis heaved. "Give me a second and when I nod, go for it, okay?" He took a couple of deep breaths, steeling himself, then gave a brisk nod.

The boy plunged down and his mouth engulfed the rigid rod, diving down with reckless speed and he ended up triumphantly with his nose buried in Dennis' pubic hairs and his chin resting on the man's hairy right ball. Dennis moaned and surged upward, his body craving this deep-throat action, feeling the boy's throat holding his glans hostage as the boy kept it buried so deep, so warm, so entirely inside. God, if he could keep his cock where it was, he could stay like this forever!

But the boy couldn't breathe with a hard shaft buried in his gullet and he pulled off after a half minute, disgorging the prong with a feeling of it coming out in sections, and when he let go, he coughed a few times, then grinned at Dennis. "How did that feel?"

"That was awesome!" Dennis groaned.

"Good, because we're here," the boy told him.

"Here?" Dennis asked, puzzled and the boat bumped into a barrier and came to rest. As it did, a light came on and Dennis looked about, his eyes blurred and a bit blinded. A bed awaited, large and plush.

The boy lifted up the side of the triangular-shaped lid at the front of the boat and was thus able to step out, he was totally naked and he smiled at Dennis. "Come on, you can fuck me on this bed!" he urged.

Dennis, his front flap dangling in front of his trousers, dashed after the boy up to the bed as adroitly as he could manage. He crawled onto the bed and knelt above the boy who had laid back on the bed awaiting him.

"Damn, kid, you're even prettier under the light," Dennis growled.

"You're a big, good-looking sailor," the boy replied. "Come on, fuck me. I'm all primed and ready for you, you don't have to wait."

"I'm primed and ready, too," Dennis grunted, and he was, his cock was slimed with spit and ready to go. He lifted up the boy's legs and the boy, too, to get him up to fuck-level and his hips shoved hard and he plugged that tender asshole in one brisk movement. "Guh-uh-uh-huhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He grunted as his prick slid into the warm interior of the boy's bowels.

"Huh-huh-huh-huhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy groaned as he was impaled by the horny seaman.

Dennis moaned and began to thrust lustily at the soft bowels. He was in a state of advanced rut, this was the damnedest example of finding a whorehouse he had ever experienced! And one with little boys instead of worn-out hookers was novel indeed! Why the expedience of a "Tunnel of Love," though, that was a puzzle.

His mind didn't worry overmuch about all this, it was all in the back of his mind while the majority of his thoughts were consumed with the heat of a man in full passion. Like what a hot ass this boy had, it was tight, it was warm and it gripped at his cock as he plunged it in, meaning this boy loved his ten-incher and it wanted every throbbing inch of his whanger as he kept pumping in hard, deep, long, strokes; yeah, that was what this boy loved best, he was one hot piece of ass. The young boy had taken this job not because he was desperate, but for the chance to be fucked by hot, horny men; he came to this amusement park near the docks so he could get balled by the sex-starved sailors who came ashore for shore leave with months of pent-up horniness and starved for a hot hole to vent it all out into. Like himself!

"Nnnnnnn-gggggggg-rrrrrrrrr-uhhhhhhh, NNNNNYYYYARRRRRR!"

He growled as he grabbed the boy and lifted him up off the bed and leaned back with the boy in his arms, clinging to him with his legs and arms, and began to fuck him in mid-air. His strong, work-hardened hands clamped onto the boy's ass-cheeks and began to lift and drop the boy over and over, forcing his young thin body to be fucked by the raw force of gravity and the boy only hung on and let himself be air-fucked.

"Huh, huh, huh, uh, uh, uh, huh, huh, uh, huh, uh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh!" the boy grunted as he was impaled over and over as Dennis pounded at him and the boys' ass began to milk at him, pull at his prick, tugging it as he plunged in and out.

"N-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh, n-gh!" Dennis panted as he fucked at the boy and his passion rose in him, he felt the need for a stronger purchase on this boy than he had.

He lowered the boy to the ground again and this time, he pressed the boy's body to where it curled up with himself upright on his knees, the boy's ass held up in the air and he could now swing his entire body to force his cock back and forth and used all of his muscles to plunge in and out.

His thrusts rocked the boy back and forth and he drove his prong balls-deep into the hot ass and he groaned and moaned in increasing desire, his orgasm building like a storm's tempest of winds before the rain and thunder and lightning starts in.

"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Dennis trumpeted out as he climbed like King Kong toward the top of climax's top.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" the boy groaned. His rapture wasn't faked, he genuinely was joining Dennis in this ecstatic finish, joining him in orgasm.

"HAH-HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dennis climaxed with a huge outrush of glorious spraying of hot spooge into the boy's bountiful bowels.

"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The boy, groaning, shook and shivered in his spasms of squirming sensations, his less sloppy version of sexual glory. While less visually exuberant, it was emotionally just as satisfying.

"Hahhhhhh, hahhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh, ah, ahh, ahh, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis wafted gently down from his climactic explosion and settled down softly onto the boy's soft body. The boy, his gyrations gentled, sighed and snuggled against the large, warm form of the sailor in his arms.

"That was very nice, thank you," the boy said to Dennis. "No, thank you," Dennis replied. "I didn't know what I would find in the Tunnel of Love, but I sure found a lot of loving, that's for sure."

"I like the sailors who come in here," the boy agreed. "You guys are such good lovers."

"I know I want to come back soon as I can," Dennis said. "I hope they pay you well."

"Yeah, they give me a whole three dollars for each man I take care of," the boy said brightly.

Dennis blinked, looked at the boy as he buttoned the front flap of his trousers again. Reached into his pocket and pulled out his last four dollars. "Here you go, kid, I'd make it more, but that's all I brought with me tonight. You kids need to get together and demand more money, that man charged me

twenty at the front gate."

'We'd better go," the boy said and they went back to the boat still bobbing at the dock. The boy got under the front and latched the flap as Dennis settled back into the seat. "Maybe we could meet somewhere else tomorrow," the boy ventured.

Dennis grinned, "We sure can." He had a pen and paper ready, most sailors do. He pulled it out. "Give me your name and address and I'll pay a call tomorrow at four o'clock." He almost said "eight bells" but, of course, the boy wouldn't know what that was.

The boy told him his name was Jack and his address, not far from the park, and Dennis put the address carefully away as the boat bobbed on through towards the ticketmaster's dock.

"Well?" the ticketmaster asked him as he got out of the boat. "Did you find love inside the Tunnel of Love?"

Dennis cocked his head in thought and then nodded, "I durned sure did, thank you, Mister." He walked away, whistling a sea chanty as he did.

The rest of his shore leave was going to be terrific!

THE END
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