Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:40:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sergeant and the Sailor 3

...Ritchie watched as Sailor's friends left and the
bartender continued hanging in conversation with him.
When he saw his roommate Dave point to him and the
Sailors head turned around to look he froze.

Chad recoiled when he saw Ritchie and quickly turned
back around. The jolt of nerves had his heart racing
again. "Fuck! Shit!" his mind cursed. "What the fuck
is going on here?" Chad hung his head in his hands and
groped at his skull trying to shake off the tenseness
of the moment. "What the fuck is going on here?" kept
going through his head as he tried desperately to put
into order the chain of events in the past couple
hours. He had been gang fucked by five cops in the
back of a police van in reprisal for hitting this
faggot in a bar who came on to him. He could not wash
the taste the five men from his mouth regardless of
how much liquor he swallowed down, and his asshole was
hurting like it had a piece of rough splintery wood
stuck in it. He felt like he should be wanting to get
out of this place and take a shower, but was resigned
to sit there. He felt like his manhood had just been
taken away and everyone around him was aware of it.
The bartender knew, his pals knew and that surfer kid
over in the corner knew. Chad just took another long
swig of the Guinness and tried to swallow it away some
more. Looking up at the bartender Chad said, "What the
fuck am I going to say to him? I hit him in the face.
I mean what? I just walk over there and say I'm sorry
for being an asshole and for you." Dave pursed his
lips and responded, "Yup, that would be about it I
think". "The guy probably doesn't even want to see me,
much less  hear me asking for his forgiveness after
what I did to him", Chad said. His mind kept reeling,
"Why do I care? Why don't I just get the fuck out of
this place?" He felt dirty and robbed of something.
But some stronger emotion was keeping his ass planted
here. He just couldn't get his head around it.

Ritchie lost his mental focus on the game of pool. His
friend was now wiping his ass one round after another.
He kept looking over to Dave and Sailor to see them
chatting some more. "What were they talking about?" he
kept wondering as he paced back and forth. His face
was still stinging from earlier in the night, he just
stared at them for a second. Something about the
bad-assed Navy guy stirred him even though he clocked
him one. He finally decided to head to the restroom
and jack off, releasing the pent up sexual tension. He
sat in the stall and massaged his pierced cock.
Spitting on his fingers he wetted the area just below
his head and rubbed it in a circular motion. Getting
gooey with juice, he started pumping his rod and
leaned back against the tank of the toilet. He
envisioned Sailor undressing and waving his meat in
his face as he tilted his head back. It only took less
than a minute of jacking his tool before he blew his
load. He cleaned up at the sink and decided to wipe
down his eye with a wet towel.  The swelling had gone
down almost completely. He was not sure if it was
going to turn into a black eye, but it was scraped red
by Sailor's fist and still stung to the touch.

As he wiped his face, the door opened and Sailor
slowly and awkwardly walked into the small restroom.
Ritchie turned and looked at him and froze for a
moment not sure if he needed to bolt for the door or
not. Chad was looking at the floor, only glancing up
at Ritchie enough to navigate his way to him. Stopping
in front of him he slowly looked up at the red
abrasion on the face of the young surfer and for the
first time saw the raw and delicate human in him.
Feeling a landslide of sorrow, Chad suddenly welled up
teary eyes and stammered for a second before he said,
"I'm sorry dude, I am sorry...I'm sorry I did this to
you. It wasn't right". Ritchie was one to forgive
easily, especially when a big grown stud like Chad
stood before him sobbing. "Look man, don't cry about
it", Ritchie said. "You're not the first guy that has
slammed me like that. It goes with the territory. I'll
heal". Pausing for a moment and taking in Sailor's
emptied aura Ritchie asked, "Look dude are you
alright? You don't look so good". "I am just really
fucked up man and I need to get,..to go,...to get
cleaned up or something." Chad stammered. "I have just
really had a bad night here. I`m sore, I`m tired, and
I`m fucked up" He ran his hands over his shaved head
again trying to wipe his tension away.  Chad looked
back at Ritchie. "Look, man I hella respect you for
being cool like this. Can I buy you a beer or
something. It would sure make me feel a lot better".

Dave watched Chad and Ritchie return from the restroom
together and take a seat at a booth. The place was
clearing out as it was just a half hour til closing
time. Dave took it upon himself to bring a Guinness
and a glass of Sam Adams to the table and set them
down for the boys. He looked at them both and said,
"No more fighting kids", and walked off. "Look I am
sorry too man", Ritchie offered. "I didn't mean to say
that shit to you in front of your pals. I had no right
to put you in that position". Chad took a drink of his
Guinness. "In what position?...It's all right I guess.
They didn't catch any of it anyway. Afterwards they
asked what set me off - they didn't even get it at
all", Chad said. "I was just embarrassed I guess. On
the ship we cant let that kind of shit slide you
know." He held his hand out across the table and
added, "My name is Chad". The surfer boy reached out
and giving a tight and handshake, "Ritchie". Chad
continued, "Look, I'm not usually like this man. I
don't know why I went off on you like this. I am not
usually a violent guy. I mean,...I don't know. I am
just babbling." Feeling a bit more confident with his
new acquaintance and piqued about his change of heart,
Ritchie began turning it on. "I am sorry the cops got
called on you man. I tried to stop Dave from calling,
but he had already done it when I got to him," Ritchie
offered. "So what did Sgt. Ramos say to you?" Chad's
heart began racing again as if a fast button were
pushed somewhere in his brain. "Did he, I mean they?
Did they take you somewhere?" Ritchie asked. Chad got
a sullen look on his face and replied. "You know those
cops? The guys who came here?" "Yeah I do", Ritchie
nodded his head as if to regret the notion. "Yeah I
know Sgt Ramos and his posse".

Chad sat and thought for a minute as he absorbed what
Ritchie was saying, just sipping on his beer and
folding the napkin in ever smaller squares. Getting up
the nerve and overruling his voice or reason that had
been telling him to leave for the past hour he asked
Ritchie, "You still want to go somewhere? I mean like
when you asked me before. Would you still want to do
that after everything that happened?" Chad just
listened to what came out of his mouth like it was
played from a loudspeaker in an auditorium. Ritchie
reeled. "If you promise not to hit me in the face
again, I'll take you wherever you want to go". Chad
was battling the inner voice and not knowing really
where he was headed. "Yeah, I'd like that" he said.

Sgt. Ramos and Jacks were cruising down the street by
the bar just before 2:00 am to take inventory of the
stragglers still parked there. It was helpful to know
who was having one for the road and what they might be
driving later. Jacks slapped Ramos in the shoulder
with the back of his left hand, "Look at this!" Ramos
looked over to the right to see Sailor and Ritchie
walking down the sidewalk together away from the bar.
He pulled quickly to the side of the road and they
watched. Sailor had a gait that was a cross between
drunk and someone corn-holed by five guys. Ramos
laughed out loud. "Will you look at that, man!
Ritchie's got the touch don't he," Ramos said to
Jacks.

"You get high?" Chad heard as Ritchie shut the
apartment door behind them. "Naw I shouldn't, they
piss test us on the ship every once in a while", Chad
replied reluctantly. "Do you mind if I do?" Ritchie
asked. Plopping nervously down on the couch and
wondering what to say or do next Chad said, "Naw, you
go ahead'. Ritchie sat  on the couch and grabbed a
bong from the end table. "Are you alright Chad?" the
Surfer asked. "You still look like you are going to
have a heart attack any minute over there." He grabbed
a bag of weed from his pocket and proceeded to pack a
bowl. "I'm sorry, I've never done this before," Chad
said. "I mean not like this". "Dude just relax. We
don't have to do anything you don't want to and you
don't gotta be embarrassed here with me. I certainly
aint judging you. Loosen your tie, take off your
boots, relax!" Ritchie told him before he lit the bowl
and hit the bong good and long. Chad pulled his tie
off and unbuttoned his shirt as Ritchie hit the bong
again. After he pulled off his boots he sat there as
if he was undecided for a minute and said "Yeah, let
me hit that thing man, I could use it about now."
Handing  him the pipe and lighter Ritchie asked, "You
sure about that, I don't want you to get busted".
"Naw, I don't care anymore. I`m supposed to get out in
3 weeks anyway. If I get popped, I get popped.", Chad
responded as he grabbed the bong and hit it like he
knew what he was doing. He slouched into the sofa and
rolled his head back at the ceiling and let the smoke
out as his tensions evaporated.

Looking at Chad's warm hairy chest now peeking out of
his unbuttoned shirt Ritchie said, "You need a nice
hot shower". He got up and went down the hall and
turned on the water.

Continued in Sergeant and the Sailor 4 - Comments
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