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Saturday, November 14, 2020

Sailors sleep and bathe, shit and shave aboard USS Saufley underway in the Atlantic Ocean.






Red Seats and Rubbers

 Heterosexual R&R sex doesn't seem worth it in the aftermath, at least not in 1941.  This next video explains it all.









More pics of the men of the USS Saufley 




  
I don't know about you guys, but I regret not being alive during this time. Or was I? It all seems strangely familiar, perhaps I died in WWII and came back to finish my business. These scenes would make my heart sing and my dick rise, just to be in the thick of this sea of manly flesh in cramped and most likely dank and smelly non-private situations where MEN shit, shower, piss and shave in the ship's head when they're not hot bunking.  **

It was 24x7 Nirvana (except for the war part, which wasn't fun.)

If you are in doubt about the manly funk aboard this destroyer, the narrator brings up the fact that each man only has 11.5 square feet of living space, making privacy non-existent, along with "the odors resulting from such confined living."   No worries here, this soldier can take it like a man.







** I am a 12 year veteran of the US Navy.

Hotbunking is when there are more sailors on a ship than there are racks (beds). In this case, sailors have an assigned period they are allowed in the rack and under worse case conditions, three sailors are sharing the same rack each day for 8 hours each. This practice is called hot bunking because the bed is still warm from the previous guy, when you go to lay down in it. This arrangement is far more common on submarines, where space is at a premium and often reserved for weapons/engineering as the priority.

On one sub I was on (the Narwhal), one of my hotbunk mates sweat profusely, so much so that there was a yellow outline of his body on the sheets (reminding me of one of those crime scene diagrams when a dead body has its layout being marked on the street). Even though I was quite the hardy soul and sailor, I rejected such sleeping conditions and instead learned to wad up some blankets and sleep between two torpedoes that were racked together.

Sheets and laundry are only washed once a week, by the way. And everybody bathes on the same day, so that everyone has the same amount of body odor. It seems much more tolerable that way. In the meantime, we all wore 'poopie suits' which are lightweight jumpsuits with no underwear/undershirt (can't afford the laundry activities on a sub...).

The other activity I told him about was a 'cruise sock.' This was a dirty sock that you shove down the side of your rack, between the frame and the mattress. Most guys jerked off in bed and just packed their pecker into this sock and whacked off. By the end of a cruise (usually 45 to 90 days), this sock was stiff as cardboard. Sometimes there was one sock and multiple guys used it. Other times there were individual socks, stored at different places along the mattress in a personal system worked out by the guys assigned to that rack.

For more from this source click: http://www.milism.net/hotbunk.htm 

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Straight-forward boxing bet: Loser sniffs the winner's farts.






Shameless fart man fulfills his end of the bet by odorizing his dirty-ass shorts into the snout of a  faceless and shameful loser.