Fleet Week

Sam and Mike look forward to Fleet Week all year long. The fine specimens who call the sea their lady often find comfort in the arms of men once their ships have docked and their feet are on dry land. This year Sam and Mike are on the prowl again as they cruise the men in white who, just as they, are not looking for a long term commitment. This is their week, the week reserved for Sam and Mike and their seafaring sex gods. This is Fleet Week.

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It was Fleet Week, the week when the Navy ships docked and 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 sailors. The seafaring men who had not seen land in months were hungry, and they 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.

It was unusually warm today, unseasonably warm, and Mike and Sam decided to see what was happening in the park. That was where 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. The two best friends had not gotten very far in the park when a couple of sailors approached them. They were quickly led to a secluded area and were once again in the arms of the men in white, those gorgeous hunks of the United States Navy.

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