I Freed This Handsome Cargo Ship From The Suez Canal And Now He's Stuck In My Butt

Peebo Peterson is one of the world’s greatest boat negotiators, and it’s his last day on the job before heading off to a calm and relaxing retirement. As luck would have it, however, today also happens to be the biggest case of Peebo’s career.

It seems a massive cargo vessel has lodged itself the Suez Canal, blocking all shipments and costing the world’s economy four hundred million dollars an hour. Peebo travels there to negotiate a deal with the sentient boat, but what he finds is something unexpected: love.

It turns out this whole thing has been one big misunderstanding, and now the living boat needs Peebo’s help. But as erotic tension between Peebo and the shipping vessel build, they soon begin to flirt with the possibility of trapping something else: the boat’s giant dong inside Peebo’s butt.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on gay living boat action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies and stuck cargo vessel love.

(Release date: March 26th, 2021)

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I FREED THIS HANDSOME CARGO SHIP FROM THE SUEZ CANAL AND NOW HE’S STUCK IN MY BUTT

By Chuck Tingle

Half of me figured today would be relaxing, as things have been a little quiet around the office lately, and there’s no particular reason for my number to be called. My boss, Captain Mimm Gorblin, assured he wasn’t interested in throwing me on any projects, unless he absolutely had to, and I appreciated the gesture.

Of course, I’m not retired yet, but it would be great to have a breezy last few moments before finally heading out that door for one last time.

The other half of me, however, just knew I’d be hit with a huge case, one final trip round the merry-go-round for old time’s sake. It’s not like there was any particular logic to this thought, just a recognition of the ironic way things always seem to work out.

To be perfectly honest, there’s a part of me that wouldn’t mind getting called into the line of duty one more time. The closer retirement looms, the more I’m starting to dread it.

I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with my time, and while there are plenty of hobbies I’ve been meaning to get around to, I wonder if they’ll ever compete with the rush I feel when it’s all on the line: just me and a boat.

“Peterson,” my boss, Captain Gorblin calls out, approaching my desk with a strangely apologetic look in his eyes.

“You said it was gonna be a quiet day,” I offer. “Must be a hell of a case if you’re putting me on it.”

Captain Gorblin sighs and nods. “You’re the best boat negotiator we’ve got, Peterson. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go just yet.”
 I should be more upset than I am, but in this moment a wave of relief washes over me. A smile makes its way across my face, causing my boss to lift an eyebrow in confusion.

“Good thing I’ve got one left in me,” I reply. “I don’t think I was ready to hit the road just yet. What’s the situation?”

“It’s a big one,” the captain replies, tossing down a collection of photos on my desk.

My boss isn’t kidding. In all my years of boat negotiation, I’ve never seen a ship this large. The vessel appears to be a massive cargo transport, filled to the brim with various industrial containers.

I’ve worked with cargo ships before, but most of them are half this size and generally haven’t worked their way into a position this precarious. The boat I’m looking at, however, is already lodged in an astonishingly uncomfortable situation.

“Whoa,” is all I can think to say. “Where is this?”

“Suez Canal,” Captain Gorblin replies. “Connecting the Mediterranean Sea to the Red Sea. It’s one of the most important cargo passages out there, and the longer this boat holds up traffic, the faster the world economy crumbles.”

I take a long sip of the cold chocolate milk on my desk, kicking back as I eye the photos closely. I’m analyzing every detail, mentally walking through the way I plan on approaching this particular vessel.

“He’s been jammed in there for a few days now,” the captain informs me. “Local authorities thought they had it under control, but now they’ve gotta call in the big guns. It’s costing four hundred million dollars an hour to have him blocking the canal.”

I blow a huge cloud of chocolate milk spit from my mouth, utterly astonished by this enormous number. “Oh my god,” I stammer. “That’s a lot of money. What’s the ships angle? He’s trying to score a big payday?”

“That’s what we suspect,” Captain Gorblin continues. “You’ll know more when you get there.”

I realize now that I’ve already wasted too much time. I stand up from my desk and grab my coat.

“The car’s waiting downstairs,” my boss explains. “They’ll take you directly to the airport. Looks like you’ll be picking up some overtime.”

Gazing out across the clouds, I find myself strangely at peace before such an important case. It’s the last day of my career, and this could be the most high stakes boat negotiation of my life.

Despite all this, I’m shocked at how relaxed I feel. It’s not so difficult to chill out on a private flight like this, with plenty of room to stretch, but I still didn’t get a wink of sleep during the night while I continued to strategize and plan.

Now, the sun is cresting over the edge of the earth with its brilliant golden rays, saying hello while we pass one another on our journey’s.

Soon enough, my plane is dipping back below the clouds, making its descent.

For a few minutes everything is covered by an overwhelming, white haze, but the second we leave the clouds I gasp aloud. There below me is an enormous canal that stretches on in either direction as far as the eye can see. It’s quite wide, but this fact is of no consequence to the enormous cargo ship that lies diagonal across it, blocking the waterway completely.

Behind the ship, a whole parade of boats is stretched out, extended on and on as they wait their turn to cross. They’ve been lingering for a while now.

One thing I immediately notice from this vantage point is the photos didn’t do this handsome boat justice. His size is impressive, sure, but now I’m able to pick up on the muscular tone of his chiseled body. This is a vessel that knows how to take care of himself.

The boat’s face is devilishly handsome, with a slight smirk of frustration that doesn’t fit the menace I was expecting.

“Where’s the airport?” I yell to the pilot as I scan the landscape before us, finding nothing of the sort.

“No time,” the pilot calls back. “We’ve cleared out a stretch of road right in front of the ship’s face. We’re gonna take it down right here.”

Steeper and steeper our descent gets until, finally, evening out as we zoom toward our destination. The scenery below grows larger until it’s whipping past us on either side.

Suddenly, the plane begins to shake and rumble, the inertia pulling back as we make contact with the ground and begin rolling to a stop. The second our vehicle comes to a halt I erupt from my seat, heading over to the cabin door and anxiously waiting for my cue to disembark.

Eventually, the door is opened and I make my way down a set of rolling stairs, now finding myself on the edge of the canal. We’re not far from the boat and I set out in the direction of his large face, which is positioned directly on the front of his cargo ship body.

Suddenly, a bigfoot in uniform stops me, holding out her hand and demanding I halt.

“I’m sorry, nobody’s allowed past this point,” she informs me. “There’s no telling what this ship will do.”

“I’m the negotiator,” I inform her, flashing my badge.

The bigfoot’s eyes widen a bit. She nods with a deep reverence. “Wow,” she offers. “You’re one brave son-of-a-gun.”

“I’m just doing my job,” I reply. “One last time.”

The bigfoot steps back and I continue on my way, making my final approach toward this notorious ship.

I take a deep breath, centering myself, then put on a casual face.

“Hey!” I call out, waving my hands at the cargo vessel.

The boat glances over at me, seemingly confused by my arrival. He turns around a looks back over his shoulder, as if he assumes I could be talking to some other massive boat.

“Uh… hi,” the ship stammers. “You’re not afraid?”

“Do I have reason to be?” I question.

I’m trying my best to stay cool, but the honest answer is yes, I’m very afraid. There’s no telling what this vessel might do, and without any specific demands yet, there’s no telling where our conversation could lead.

The boat laughs. “No, of course not. It’s just… nobody will listen to me.”

“That’s why I’m here,” I inform him. “To listen. What’s your name?”

“Ever,” he replies.

“Hi Ever,” I offer in return. “I’m Peebo Peterson.”

“Peebo,” the ship repeats back. “That’s a beautiful name.”

You’d think it would calm me down, but this compliment immediately puts me on the defensive. Does he really think my name is beautiful, or is he just trying to butter me up and get on my good side? I’m trying my best to get a read on the enormous boat, but from up close all I can register is an overwhelming sincerity. He seems a little frustrated, sure, but he’s handling himself well.

“Can you get me out of here?” the boat questions.

“That’s why I’m talking to you,” I offer. “We just need a list of your demands and we’ll see what we can do.”

Peebo rolls his eyes. “Not this again,” I counters. “I already told them, I have no demands! This was an accident!”

Suddenly, I’m on high alert. There’s no reason for him to be lying like this, yet the ship is obviously hiding his true intentions.

“Come on,” I reply. “If that were true, then why wouldn’t you just free yourself and keep moving?”

“I can’t!” he counters. “I can’t reach.”

Again, I’m blown away by Ever’s shockingly good impression of sincerity. If I hadn’t been doing this job for thirty years, I’d probably believe him.

Still, the best plan of attack is to play along, to make him feel like I’m on his side while I keep my guard up and look for solutions.

“You get stuck places a lot?” I question.

The massive cargo ship nods. “All the time, it’s a habit.”

“Must be tough,” I continue.

A surge of emotion suddenly flickers across the enormous boat’s face, and in this brief instant I actually find myself tickled by a powerful sense of doubt. Maybe I am reading this all wrong.

Have I been so overwhelmed by previous bad encounters that my vision has started to cloud? Has everyone else’s?

What if this really was just an accident?

“So you’re telling me you’ve been trying to get help for days, but everyone is too scared of you to listen?” I question.

“That’s right,” the boat replies. “Thank you for actually getting close enough to talk.”

“What are you stuck on?” I continue, growing more and more curious by the second.

The massive boat nods to the side, directing me to a patch of seaweed that has managed to wrap itself around a bolt on this vessel’s hull. I have to admit, I’m utterly shocked when I see it.

The boat was telling the truth. There’s no negations to be had, because all he needed was for someone to listen.

“Oh,” I stammer. “Okay.”

I creep down toward the edge of the water, reaching out and grabbing ahold of the seaweed. I carefully tear it away, giving three quick tugs before the whole thing finally comes loose and releases Ever from its grip.

The boat smiles and laughs excitedly, thrilled to find himself in the open water once again. “Yes! Thank you!” he cries.

Behind me, a crowd of onlookers erupt in a cascade of excited applause, hugging esthetically as this nightmare finally comes to a close.

Strangely, however, I’m not as excited as I should be. The boat is free, and that’s great, but during our brief moments together I was utterly charmed by his kind nature and breathtaking good looks. It’s a shame we only just met and now he’s about to float out of my life forever.

“Wait!” I call out. “Before you go, would you wanna grab dinner together?”

Ever cracks a smile. “Well, I’m already late,” he replies, thinking it over. “What’s another night? I suppose it’s the least I could do after you got me out of this mess.”

I spring to my feet when the boat arrives, greeting him with a warm embrace. The other diners can’t help but stare, immediately recognizing this internationally famous cargo ship that has shown up at their favorite restaurant.

Eventually, they return to their meals.

I pull out a chair for Ever, then laugh as I realize my mistake. He’s much too large for this seat. Instead, the massive ship just pulls up to the table while I return to my side.

“It feels so good to be out on the town like this,” the massive vessel offers.

“I’m glad,” I reply. “It must’ve been pretty scary locked up like that.”

The boat shrugs. “I mean, I really amused to getting stuck places.”

“Oh yeah?” I reply.

The massive cargo vessel nods. “It’s been a problem my whole life. I can’t stop finding myself trapped in the grip of something; jammed a canal, stuck under a drawbridge… or maybe just lost in someone’s eyes.”

Ever’s gaze lingers on mine as he says this, daring me to look away. I refuse, however, holding fast as the two of us remain locked in this moment of glorious erotic tension.

I wasn’t sure if the blossoming attraction I feel was a one way street, a shipping canal of love with no exit, but now I realize the feelings are mutual.

Our waiter suddenly arrives, breaking through the mounting tension. “Could I get anyone a drink to start? Appetizers?”

“Actually,” the massive ship replies, glancing over at me to make sure he’s reading the situation right, then back at the waiter. “I’m so sorry, but I think we’re gonna skip dinner tonight.”

A surge of arousal erupts across my body, flushing my face red. “We are?” I question.

“If… that’s alright with you,” Ever continues.

“Hell yeah,” I reply.

The two of us stand up and make our way outside. I’m literally trembling with anticipation now, aching for the erotic touch of this handsome boat.

“Come on,” Ever continues, leading the way.

We picked a restaurant near the water’s edge, and soon enough we’ve made our way to a small, secluded beach along the canal. We’re on the outskirts of the city, and as the sun begins to dance across the horizon line it paints this scene with gorgeous hues of purple and orange. Twinkling lights begin to flicker across the urban landscape.

“I feel like I’m getting stuck again,” the massive boat coos, “but I don’t mind.”

Suddenly, the two of us are kissing passionately, our lips locked as the erotic tension within us finally erupts. I’m fervently making out with his bow, lost in the moment as the two of us give in to our temptations.

Soon enough, I’m stripping away my clothing, exposing my body to the cool night air.

Ever has two arms positioned near his head, and he reaches out to caress my body with them. He explores the topography of my form while I explore his in turn, working my way across his rock hard surface and admiring the vessel’s beautiful construction.

Lower and lower the boat’s attention drifts, until finally he reaches my waistline. He’s hovering just inches above my swollen cock, but the boat refuses to go any further. He’s teasing me now, tempting me with the prospect of a little more.

“Please,” I coo. “I need you.”

Finally, Ever has mercy, reaching down and wrapping his hand around my aching rod. He immediately gets to work pumping his hand slowly up and down my shaft, stroking me off as I rock my hips against him. With his other hand, the boat reaches out and caresses my hanging balls, only adding to the glorious sensations that flow through me.

“Of fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes tight as the words fall from my lips. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Just wait,” the massive cargo ship replies mischievously.

The next thing I know, he’s opening wide and taking me between his lips. Ever wraps his mouth around my enormous shaft and immediately gets to work, pumping his head across my length.

The boat sucks me off like this for a while, gradually falling into a pleasant rhythm, then building speed until he can’t go any faster. At this point, Ever pops my cock out, taking a moment to collect himself, then goes back in for more with a slightly different approach.

The sentient vehicle swallows my rod again, only this time he doesn’t pull back. Instead of pumping his boat head across my dick, he simply pushes deeper and deeper. My cock slides well past his gag reflex, all the way down into his absolutely depths.

Once here, Ever holds me in place, reveling in this expertly performed deep throat. I gaze down at him in wonder of his oral acrobatics, and the massive living ship takes this moment to offer me a playful wink.

Finally, when he’s run out of air, the ship pulls back with a loud gasp. Spit dangles from Ever’s mouth, running from his bottom lip to the head of my shaft in a long, semi-translucent strand.

“I want you to fuck me,” I demand. “I need that cargo ship dick up my tight ass.”

I turn around and drop to my hands and knees, popping my ass out toward him and giving it a commanding slap. I wiggle my rump from side to side, egging him on. “What are you wanting for?”

Ever lifts his enormous front end, the entire vessel rising into the air as he positions himself behind me. Higher and higher he goes, extending into the sky and creating a massive shadow that blocks out the whole neighborhood below.

I can feel the head of his enormous shaft pressing against the tightly puckered seal of my backdoor, teasing me with the prospect of its insertion.

“Do it!” I command. “Fuck me!”

Ever pushes forward, sliding deep into my body as a startled groan escapes my throat. I’d been begging for his penetration, but when the ship finally enters me I find myself unequipped for his size. The vessel’s rod is utterly enormous, overwhelming me with discomfort.

Fortunately, Ever is a patient lover. He takes his time with me, holding me tight and refusing to move a muscle until my body has a chance to relax. Slowly, the ache within begins to give way, revealing an even more potent sensation below.

I’m flooded by a radiating warmth, bathed in wonderful sensation as this handsome boat starts to pump in and out of me.

Ever moves slowly at first, taking his time and then gradually falling into sync as our bodies grind harder and harder against one another.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” I groan. “Just like that!”

Soon enough, the two of us are slamming at a confident pace, the sensations of pleasure passing back and forth between us. With every movement of his hips against my backside I can sense the warmth build, an erotic feedback loop that escalates at an ever-growing speed.

I reach down and grab ahold of my hanging cock, beating myself off in time with the handsome boat’s movements. These two distinct sources of pleasure begin to work together, creating something wholly unique as the sensations blend, my body serving as the tumbler for their sexual and emotional cocktail.

“Harder, harder, harder,” I mumble under my breath, the words spilling out of my mouth in a low whisper and then gradually escalating until I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. “Harder! Harder! Harder!”

My voice carries out across the water, but I don’t give a damn who hears us. Ever was so thankful I came along to free him, but now I’m realizing this boat is the one who freed me.

I’ve been so worried about losing my old life that I forgot about all the exciting new chapters that lay ahead. I could’ve never seen Ever coming, but now that he’s here, I’m thrilled by what else lies on the road ahead.

My only hope is that he’ll be there with me, along for the ride.

Deep in the pit of my stomach I can feel the first hints of orgasm starting to bloom, the tension spilling out through my veins and flooding me with a familiar, escalating sensation. I tremble and quake, my frame unable to contain all of the glorious feelings that build within it.

I feel as though I could explode at any minute, but still I hold off, allowing the pressure of this impending climax to reach even greater heights.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I cry out, finally losing myself in the moment.

The next thing I know, sensation is ripping through me like a fireworks display, sizzling and snapping across every nerve. I throw my head back and let out a glorious howl of pleasure, lost in the moment as hot white jizz erupts from the head of my cock.

Meanwhile, Ever doesn’t let up for a second, continuing to pound away at me as hard as he can and carrying me through my orgasm from start to finish.

The second these waves of my climax have subsided, the handsome boat unleashes a payload of his own.

Ever plunges deep within me and holds tight, expelling his spunk and filling my tightly packed ass. I can feel him spilling forth until there’s barely any room left, and I wait with rapt anticipation to see what happens when he removes his giant rod.

This time never arrives, however.

“That was so good,” I gush. “Maybe we should get cleaned up now.”

“Yeah, we should,” the sentient boat confirms, his inflection revealing a note of dread. “I just… can’t seem to…”

“Can’t see to what?” I question.

“I’m stuck,” Ever finally reveals.

I glance back over my shoulder at him, at first a little upset he could make such a frightening joke and then realizing he’s actually serious. The enormous boat is trapped within me, balls deep and locked into place just as firmly as he’d been with seaweed wrapped around his hull.

“You can’t just… pull back?” I question.

Ever shakes his head. “I’m trying.”

“Here, how about if I tug forward, and you pull back?” I question, struggling to adjust myself under the boat’s enormous body.

It’s not working, I quickly realize. We’re going to need some help.

I notice a group of people walking by and finally call out to them, waving frantically as I struggle to catch their attention. “Hey!” I cry. “I’m so sorry, this is really embarrassing, but do you think you could give us a hand?”

The group glances over, sees us, then immediately turns around and hurries off in the other direction. I can’t blame them.

“Looks like we’re on our own now,” I offer.

The boat laughs. “I doubt it. Those people are gonna call the boat negotiators, and soon enough they’ll be blocking off this whole area while they struggle to figure out our demands.”

“But we don’t have any demands,” I counter. “We just wanna get unstuck.”

“Exactly,” Ever continues. “It’d be nice if people listened to each other a little more, wouldn’t it?”

“Tell me about it,” I confirm.

The two of us just sit here for a moment, our bodies connected as we watch the last blossoming moments of the fading sunset. Nobody ever wants to be stuck, but if I’m perfectly honest, there are worse places to be right now.

“I’m happy to be here with you,” I finally offer.

“I’m happy to be here with you, too,” the massive cargo ship replies. “After being trapped on my own for so long, it’s really nice to have someone by my side through all of this.”

“I guess that’s all we can hope for,” I continue. “We all get stuck sometimes, but it’s usually better with a bud to keep us company.”

Without warning, I sense the tension in my body release. Ever is no longer trapped within my butthole.

“Did you feel that?” the boat questions.

“Yeah,” I reply with a nod, “but let’s stay like this a little bit longer.”