It was Fleet Week, the week when the Navy ships docked and the week when the entire city was filled with sailors looking for a good time. Sam and his friend, Mike, were looking for a good time, too. They loved hooking up with the men of the armed forces, be they foreign or domestic, and they especially loved the sailors. These seafaring men who had not seen land in months were horny, hungry, and had the bodies that every man dreamed of having. And, like Sam and Mike, these swords of the sea were not looking for anything serious. This was the week that Sam and Mike looked forward to all year.

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As Sam and Mike watched this year’s crop of sailors cruising the strip, they were both thinking about that time in Italy. “Damn, those sailors were hung, Mike.” “Sure were. Don’t know if the guys in the porn theater were sailors, though.” “Had to be, Mike. They smelled wonderful, and the guys at the hotel were as clean as a whistle, inside and out, if you know what I mean.” Mike grinned at his friend, and then quickly turned his attention back to the parade of man candy as it passed by the two of them on the busy street.

It was unusually warm today, unseasonably warm, and Mike and Sam decided to see what was happening in the park. That was where it seemed that most of the men in uniform were headed. There was a slight breeze, and the air was filled with cologne and just the right amount of lust, or so it seemed to Sam and Mike. The two best friends had not gotten very far in the park when a couple of sailors approached them. The man handed Sam a piece of paper that had only a heart drawn on it. Sam looked at him. The man smiled. Then the man’s friend took Mike by the hand, and the other sailor man grabbed Sam’s hand. Sam and Mike were quickly led to a secluded area and were once again in the arms of the men in white, those gorgeous hunks of the Navy. The two delicious naval men began to kiss Sam and Mike, and Sam and Mike melted.