Sailor Donks (Part 1)
#1 of Sailor Tails
On Monday 16th July, a beautiful private yacht, with an equally beautiful name - La Bianca - dropped anchor at Pleasure Island. It was only a short stopover, and the captain saw no need to allow the crew ashore (they'd have plenty of R&R in Barbados) - but he hadn't reckoned on the island's special 'allure'. "Come to me," urged the twinkling, colourful lights strung out on the distant shore. "Come to me," sang the rousing fairground melodies, drifting across the bay. And finally, for four of the youngest sailors, the temptation proved too much... Jumping ship under cover of darkness, they rowed ashore in a dinghy to check the island out.
So eager were they to get depart, they forgot to put on their T-shirts. But it didn't matter; it was the height of summer, and every young stud on the island was strutting around shirtless too. The lads' smart white shorts, socks and deck shoes only stood out in so far as they looked really good against their sun-bronzed male bodies.
Laughing, joking and whooping it up, they plunged into the crowds thronging Main Street, quite unaware of what lay in store...
An hour into the excursion, having visited several bars, the youngest of the four sailors, Joe, felt an urgent need to relieve himself. Telling his companions he'd catch up with them, he hurried into a nearby men's room...
As he was doing up the fly of his white shorts, his mouth started to tingle. His lips felt leathery; his teeth seemed bigger. Rushing to the sink, he looked in the mirror.
"Huh?!" His lips had darkened, and when he parted them he gasped. His teeth! What the hell had happened to them?!! They were huge, yellow and prominent, like those of a... a... DONKEY!
"Shit!" he exclaimed, rubbing them with his finger. They were so big! How was he gonna hide them from his mates?!
Frowning, he moved away from the mirror, doing his best to force his lips shut (no easy task!) and then jumped as his crewmate Sam raced in, his eyes wide, his right hand clamped to his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Joe mumbled, momentarily forgetting his condition.
"My teeth!" Sam exclaimed, rushing towards the mirror. "Something's wrong with my teeth!" Lowering his hand, he leaned over the sink, peering closely at his reflection. "Jesus!" he cried in horror, "What's goin' on?!"
Mystified, the two shipmates stared at one another, unable to take their eyes of each other's huge goofy incisors. How had they come by them? What were they...
Abruptly, and at the exact same moment, both men groaned, shuddering from head to toe. But it wasn't a groan of pain or discomfort. This was a groan of pleasure, rising from deep within their chests, prompted by a most extraordinary and erotic sensation.
Slowly - ever so slowly - taut, naked growths were emerging from the clefts of their buttocks, throbbing in rhythmic pulses. With the sensitivity of fingers, they pressed against the seats of their boxer-briefs, and the men moaned uncontrollably.
The sensation was exquisite - and the lads wanted more. Bending, and gripping their knees, they felt their briefs and shorts stretch tight across the growing lumps, which promptly pushed out an inch further...
"Oh fuck..." Joe breathed, putting an exploratory hand behind him. "I got a TAIL!!!" The seat of his shorts now bulged considerably, and eagerly he gripped the stiff, throbbing protrusion, squeezing and working it. Glancing sideways, he saw that Sam's butt was just as taut, and just as distended. But more startling was the sight of his crewmate's groin. The front of his white cotton shorts looked like Mount Everest!
"Oh man!" Sam moaned. "This is SO good!" With one hand squeezing his pulsing tail, the other went to work between his legs. "Come on, Joe," he exhorted his flushed young companion, "You gotta do this too..."
"Already there, mate," Joe grinned, his hand pumping between his thighs.
"I'll tell you what," said Sam between moans. "Last one to grow a tail gives the other two weeks' pay, yeah?" As he spoke he started massaging the base of his growing appendage, his eyes closed, savouring the feeling of the short bristly hairs beginning to sprout.
"Fine, y-y-you're on," stuttered Joe, rendered momentarily incoherent by the incredible sensation that had smashed into him when his hand encountered his changing member. Although it was still lodged in his white sailor shorts, he could feel that his cockhead was massively engorged, and as hard as an 8-Ball!
With each stroke of his shaft, the lad realized that he was pulling up the skin of his cock further and further, or was it growing thicker and thicker? He couldn't tell. More importantly, he didn't care. Finally, with one master stroke, he realized that his cockhead was now covered. In stroking his penis, he could now only feel a dull ache of pleasure, accompanied by the pleasant texture of soft hair (or was it fur?) covering his newly grown sheath.
However, in all this he had been neglecting his tail. Although possessed of a sizeable nub, Sam's bulge was a lot bigger, and where the rigid tailtip pressed against the seat of his shorts several coarse black hairs stuck out. All it would take was a bunch more of those and he'd have quite a tassel back there, Joe thought. And noting how his shipmate's head was thrown back in ecstasy, his face already pushing out into a short hairy muzzle, he realized too that Sam was getting just as much enjoyment from his unexpected change as he was!
"Oh man!" Sam moaned, his hand pumping his cock through his shorts, "I'm so hard! So fuckin' HARD... And my tail..." Bending forward, he flexed his still-confined appendage, causing the seat of his shorts to jerk upwards. "...it's fuckin' ENORMOUS!" Grinning, he turned to his younger companion, whose flushed, handsome features were likewise starting to protrude. "I reckon you're down two weeks' pay, mate!"
"Don't count on it!" Joe breathed, one hand rubbing his pent-up tail, the other working like a piston between his thighs. "It's not out yet. You gotta - Haww! - sprout it through your shorts... Oh fuck!" The mere thought of it had nearly made him cum!
"Who says?" Sam queried, totally ignoring his shipmate's bray.
"That's what tails do," Joe gasped, feeling his shorts grow tighter and tighter. Yes! It was really growing now. "They rip - Hee Haw! - right through your pants!!!"
Suddenly Sam realized what Joe was up to. He was trying to distract him so he could take the lead!
"Oh no you don't," he declared, hitching his shorts up and bending with a vengeance. "It's ME-Haw who's gonna win this!"
Breathing heavily, he focused his thoughts the way Joe had, embracing all the sensations besieging him.
"Got to get you out," he murmured, jacking his tail up so it rammed against his shorts. "Got to get you out of there!"
His cock surged beneath his grasp, fast approaching climax.
"I'm gonna split!" Joe groaned, as his own shorts strained and stretched. "I'm gonna split my fuckin' SHORTS! AAAAAAAHAAAAWWWW!!!!"
With the force of a torpedo, Joe's long donkey tail ripped through the back of his shorts and thwacked against the sink unit. And at the exact same time, Sam's own tail exploded outwards, rigid as a spear, piercing the seat of his whites.
"UUUUUUUNGHHHH!!!"
Lunging forward, tail outstretched, Sam grabbed Joe by the shoulders and hauled him upright, pulling him tight against him. The young sailor didn't resist. He gave himself wholeheartedly to his shipmate's embrace, throwing his arms around Sam's hot, sweaty back, then plunging his hands down to grab hold of his strong, jutting buttocks.
Sam groaned. This was too good to be true... Not just a tail sticking out of his shorts - tight, WHITE shorts, which he adored - but his boner was pressing inch for inch against ANOTHER GUY'S raging tool!!!
Grunting loudly, he ground his cock into Joe's, reaching down to take the root of his new appendage in his big, eager fist.
"Oh man!!!" Joe exclaimed, feeling Sam's hand wrap around his sinuous hairy tail. "Wank it," he urged, rubbing his face against Sam's warm, hairy cheek. "Wank it while I cum!"
"Sounds good to me," Sam responded, his hand quickly going to work. "The two of us got to get off. But..." Reaching back, he carefully guided Joe's hand to the rip in his shorts, "How about you doin' the same, eh?"
There was no need to ask. Joe's fingers had already encircled the long hairy snake protruding from Sam's butt and were now squeezing and teasing it. Feeling Sam gripping and pumping his own tail, Joe spasmed from head to toe. He wasn't going to last much longer...
Grunting hard, Sam wanked Joe's tail vigorously in time with the thrusts of his cock, his own tail jerking wildly in his shipmate's grasp.
And then the moment came...
"Ahhhhh...." Sam's balls were so tight. His whole body shook. "Ohhhh fuckkkkkk...." Arching his back, he thrust his enormous erection tight against Joe's own engorged cock, and let go with his huge, pent-up load.
His thick, white fluid erupted as if from a volcano, gushing hard and full. It was the most incredible orgasm he'd ever known, a climax so powerful that his knees nearly buckled. Again and again he came, emptying his balls into the confines of his shorts just as Joe's own load shot forth, blasting from his dick with the force of a firehose. Braying uncontrollably, his entire body shook as he creamed, and soaked, his white cotton shorts.
They came together and stopped together, clutching each other's sweaty torsos and grinning broadly, lost in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
Sam watched as Joe fell to his hands and knees, swished his long donkey tail from side to side, then rolled onto his back. Kneeling down, Sam slid atop him, their slick skin and spunk-soaked shorts pressed closely together.
"God, that was awesome!" Sam grinned with undisguised happiness. "What d'you reckon?"
Joe grinned back. "Fucking amazing!"
His hand reached up to touch his shipmate's ears. Like his own, they were now pointed and fuzzy -- and seriously sexy!
"So who won the bet, eh?" he murmured, transferring his hand to squeeze Sam's butt.
"Dunno," Sam replied, twitching his tail to brush Joe's hand. "I'd say it was too close to call."
"Suits me," Joe smiled. "I need every penny I got." Lifting his head, he nuzzled his fellow sailor's strong, half-grown muzzle. "So what do we do now?"
Pushing himself up to kneel astride Joe, Sam said, "Let's get cleaned up. There's a shower room next door..."
"Then what?"
Sam smiled. "We track down the others. See what the island's done to them!"
Joe laughed. "Yeah. I'd pay good money to see Mark Butler with a tail!" Mark was the handsomest guy aboard ship. Fit and toned, his muscular bubble butt jutted magnificently in his white, close-fitting shorts. "Mmmm, yeah," he added lustfully, "he's RIPE for a tail!"
"So what are you waiting for?" Sam grinned. "Let's get our 'asses' out of here!"