The Ol' Sea Dog
Butch was a rottweiler. He had arrived in Plymouth, Massachusetts from his long journey from the west coast. Butch had been travelling to visit an old friend of his in Halifax, Nova Scotia. With very little money he had been getting to places anyway he could, six weeks in he had crossed most of the north states and now he had to cross the ocean. He walked round the fishing wharf trying to get a ride but they were either not going that far or weren't interested in what he had to say. By the evening he had still no ride and sat by the quayside think what to do. Suddenly he saw a fishing boat by an abandoned part of the quay, he went to investigate. Quietly he crept on board. He heard muffled sounds coming from behind one of the doors. Butch knocked on the door and the muffling died down. Suddenly a tiger peered out of the door. He was old but fit, wearing nothing but pants he looked down at the rottweiler. 'Can I help you'? 'Ah...yes' said Butch a little nervous. 'I need to get to Halifax, Nova Scotia...' 'I know where Halifax is' said the tiger gruffly. '...and the quickest way is by boat'. 'So'? So if you were heading that way, could I be perhaps join you? I'd be willing to work and help you and your crew'. The old tiger looked at him for a moment and then smiled. 'Of course you can travel with us' he said. 'We'll be a few days though, plenty of fish out there at the moment ya see'. 'Sure that's fine with me' said Butch. 'We sail at 7:00am, come back tomorrow at six' replied the tiger. Butch left to find a room for the night. He had asked the tiger if he could stay on the boat with him so he could have gotten to known the rest of the crew before they set off. But the tiger became quite jumpy at the idea and had given a bit of a lame reason for him not to stay. ('Ah...we're in the middle of a poker game right now and it would only confuse things if you joined us right now') 'It must have been strip poker' he thought as the old tiger had talked to him with no shirt on. Next morning Butch walked onto the boat to be greeted by the old tiger and his crew. Butch was surprised that there were only two crewmembers with the tiger. 'Welcome aboard shipmate' said the tiger. He was wearing a navy blue vest and blue jeans and a peck cap. 'Let me introduce you to my crew' he said. 'But first of all while on board you call me skipper ok.' 'Sure' said Butch 'This here is the "First Mate"' said the tiger as he introduced a rough looking dog. He too wore a peak cap with a light green vest and blue jeans; he had a stylish goatee too. 'And finally this is the "Cook"' he tiger finished as he introduced a well built lion. He wore a purple t-shirt and blue jeans, which looked a little tight on him. Butch swore he could see the out line of the lions cock go down his thigh. 'Now crew our shipmate here will be travelling with us for a few days. He's agreed to help out in that time so I won't you to show him the ropes'. 'Eye, eye, sir' they replied. They set sail and Butch was put to work, swabbing the decks, tidying the ropes and being shown how to hoist the main sail. He was enjoying himself and was soon becoming friends with the first mate. The sea was calm and the afternoon sky was a bright blue. The rest of the day was spent hauling nets and catching as much fish as they could. 'A good haul today lads' said the skipper. 'You did well to shipmate' he said smiling 'go and get ya self cleaned up'. 'Eye, eye, skipper' butch said and went for a wash. When he came up on deck again he found no one there. He decided to go up to the wheelhouse and ask the skipper what he could do next. He climbed the stairs and was just about to knock on the door when through the porthole he saw the most extraordinary site. There was the skipper at the wheel, but only wearing his cap and vest and getting a blowjob by the first mate. He watched as the dog sucked and slavered the old tiger's meat, slight moans of ecstasy escaping his lips. The first mate placed his hands on the tigers buttocks and made him gyrate faster and faster. Butch couldn't believe what he was seeing. He ran down the step and headed for the galley to find the cook and tell him what he had just seen. As he entered the galley he gasped speechlessly as he watches the lion chopping vegetables, butt naked. He ran out on deck wondering what he had gotten himself into when he found himself face to face with the skipper and first mate, both not wearing anything below the waist, their cocks wet and sticky. 'Hey, you keep away from me you...' Butch began. 'Listen shipmate' interrupted the skipper 'were sorry you found out about us, but you might as well know now, were a gay fishing crew. Only out on the water mind' he said looking at the surprised face on Butch. 'On land we play it straight, hell cooks got a wife back home.' 'So really your bi then' said Butch beginning to understand. 'Ya, I spose we are' said the first mate. 'So what's it like?' the rottweiler asked. The tiger grinned 'wanna find out?' he asked. 'Well if you only do this stuff on water then I suppose I could give it a try'. The skipper sat on some crates and spread his legs. He began stroking his cock, making it hard and thick for Butch. The rottweiler had removed his vest now and got on his knees, slowly moving towards the tiger and his now throbbing cock. Before the skipper said another word Butch was licking and lathering his balls. 'Oh shit shipmate...mmmmmm...lick my balls...yeah lick them good'. Butch then moved up the shaft gliding his tongue along it, then down back to the balls, then up again till he took the head and bobbed up and down a few times. 'Oh shit...fuck that's good...mmmmm...ooh suck it shipmate'. Butch then went into a full flung blowjob. The skipper moaned louder and louder thrusting his hips into the rottweiler's face. Meanwhile the first mate was masturbating over the scene before him. he really wanted to be a part of the experience. He got up behind Butch, pulled his pants off and began rimming him. Butch moaned as he felt the tongue lap his butt hole. After a few minutes the first mate stopped and positioned his cock up against the rotttweiler's tale hole. Slowly inch by inch he entered Butch's ass making him moan even more. Butch was enjoying the experience more than he thought. The taste of the tiger's cock grew with each thrust and the back door slamming he was getting felt great. He hadn't realized his own hard on growing beneath him. Soon the first mate pulled out and changed his position to a sideways fuck. The skipper was now beginning to climax; he couldn't hold it much longer. 'Oooohh...gonna cum shipmate....mmmmm...yeah...gonna cum real...real soon.' Butch pulled off just in time as the skipper shot load after load of cum over Butch and himself. The first mate was now reaching his climax and soon he shot load after load of hot sticky cum in the rottweiler's ass. Pre had leaked from Butches cock. He panted and lay on the deck as he recovered. 'How was that then?' asked the skipper. Butch got up and pulled the tiger into an embracing kiss and began fondling his rump. They spent the rest of the evening eating, drinking laughing and teaching Butch a game they usually played that resulted in him sixty nining with the cook. The next few days were spent working with hardly any clothes on. (Skipper explained that this was how they usually worked. They only kept them on because Butch was travelling with them). And whenever they could they would brake out into giving blowjobs or fucking each other over the ship. Even at night they all slept together in one giant bed and waking up to a forest of morning wood, which Butch made his duty to service every single one. On his last evening Butch and the first mate were bent over the side of the ship while the skipper and cook took it in turn to fuck each of them only to have the favour returned. The next day they docked in the harbour. All fully clothed and ready to resume their straight lives the first mate went to find the harbour master. The cook and skipper took Butch into the galley. 'We though we'd give you a goodbye present' said the skipper slowly removing his pants. 'And a thank you for some great sex' replied the cook now following suit. Both stood before Butch naked from the waist down and smiling broadly. Butch stripped naked then took both their cocks in each hand and began stroking them, making them hard. Soon Butch was in full swing, sucking the skipper off and getting fucked by the cook. They were enjoying every thrust and slurp, Butch too was hard and preing madly. He stroked the lion's mane making him purr lustfully. Soon each began to feel their climax. Skipper shot load after load of cum over the rottweiler's face, while the cook came in Butch's ass, cum leaking down his balls and onto the floor. Butch too came, shooting load after load over his body and thighs, making a nice cum pool with the cooks. They got dressed and butch gave the then each a long French kissing section. He even gave the first mate a quick hand job in the engine room before leaving the ship for good. Two weeks had pasted now and Butch was heading back home. His friend had bought him a train ticket right to the west coast so he'd be back in a matter of days. As Butch walked back to the train station he decided to take a detour to the harbour. As he stood on the quay he looked out over the sea thinking of the great experience he had out there. He had been thinking about it from time to time during his visit and would have given anything to see them again. Suddenly he heard someone calling. 'Hey shipmate over here' He looked and saw the skipper and his crew waving at him. 'Want a lift back to Plymouth' the skipper called. Smiling Butch pocketed his train ticket and walked down the gangplank towards them.