Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 12:21:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 5 - by Gruntraq

Sailor and the Sergeant 5 - by Gruntraq

...Sitting on the couch he pulled a deep hit off the
bong and called the number he already knew. "Are you
guys right across the street?" Ritchie asked. "Of
course we are. How is our Sailor?" officer Jacks
replied.  Ritchie took a swig of his beer, "He's
better now". "Well we're happy you two finally hit it
off," Jacks said, laughing to him self about his
little pun.

"If you have the time we'd like to cash in our chips".
Ritchie replied, "Come on up".

Ritchie knew what it meant to cash in the chips for
Sgt. Ramos and his crew. It meant being the ultimate
bitch. He was their slave. He and Ramos met when
Ritchie first moved to the area. He got caught working
the street by Ramos and was initiated similarly to
Sailor although in a much less vengeful fashion.
Insistent that Ritchie find a more subtle way of
playing his game, Ramos essentially made a deal with
him. As long as Ritchie helped Ramos however he needed
it, that Ritchie got to wear the "halo" . This meaning
that he was pretty much free of worry from much of
anything so long as he paid his "taxes" to Ramos and
his men. This arrangement originally made Ritchie feel
shit on at first, but over the years he had grown to
trust Ramos and his guys and they watched his back
too. They had become family.

Before Ramos could knock on the door, it swung quietly
open. Jacks and the Latin Sergeant entered the room in
a giddy mood. Looking around the room Ramos brushed
Ritchie's cheek and examined his eye now starting to
bruise. "How you doing there? Looks like you're gonna
get a shiner", he said. "It still stings a little, but
it's fine." Ritchie answered. "Where is Sailor?",
Ramos asked shooting a shit eating grin at Ritchie.
"He's sleeping in my bed", Surfer replied. Jacks was
walking around the room and picked up the bong to
inspect it. "You know Ritchie, this stuff will rot
your brain", Jacks kidded as he grabbed the lighter
and sparked up the remaining Humboldt Green in the
bowl. "You guys are cops right?" Ritchie kidded back
as he rolled his eyes.

Ramos looked around to make sure the shades were drawn
before unbuckling his belt and letting his fat cock
swing out. Handling it with both hands and squeezing
it to life. He dropped his belted pants to the floor,
and sat back on the couch. Ritchie pulled his cargo
shorts off and took his position on his hands and
knees before the couch and went to work on the
Sergeants sticky, stinky tool. Pausing, Ritchie
remarked, "You taste like you been fucking a Sailor".
Giving him a stern look, Ramos grabbed his skull and
shoved him back onto his stick as Jacks was taking a
position to fuck Surfer's luscious ass. While Ritchie
sucked and slurped Ramos, Jacks spit on his man stick
and wetted it up good. Ritchie's pussy was no longer
too tight for a spit and shove, and he actually
preferred it that way. Jacks sank his rod slowly into
Surfer taking up grip on his shoulders. Ritchie slid
his hands around Ramos' clenching buttocks to brace
himself as Jack began fuck slapping his ass. Sliding
his tongue in and out of the folds of Ramos's uncut
Latin meat was a specialty that Ritchie had been
taught by the Sergeant.  "Ritchie, you are sooo good
at that, yeah, keep it coming man," Ramos commended as
he ran his hands through Surfer's hair. His body was
now thrusting back and forth from the Jack-hammering
on the other end, and the three of them fell into the
rhythm of man sex motion.

Almost as soon as the interlude started, Ritchie felt
the friction in his fuck hole ease up with a warm
slippery wave of juice. Jacks had blown his cop load
deep in his nest once again. He continued pumping his
stink hole with his rubbery stick as Surfer finished
up with Ramos. Licking in and out of his piss hole and
under his foreskin, his work had finally gotten Ramos
to blow. Streams of shooting white gold flooded
Ritchie's mouth one after another. He took care to rim
out his foreskin for every last drop of his man juice
and swallowed it down. Within minutes, the two
officers buttoned up their pants and were out the
door. Ritchie, grabbed the beer he had opened and took
a swig, swishing it around in his mouth and then
swallowing Ramos and Samuel Adams down. Dave would be
home soon, after cleaning up the bar. He could stay up
but he was getting tired. He looked around the
apartment for a moment and decided to hit the sack.

Chad came to as the light pierced through the slats of
the mini-blinds. Unlike many of the previous times he
had gotten drunk, got laid and work up in a strange
place next to some skank whore, this time he was in
bed with a goateed tatted and pierced dude. Ritchie
was laying on his stomach with his face pointed away
from Chad. He could only see the short croppy blonde
hair of Surfer and the earrings that studded his left
ear. Chad laid there with his eyes trying to focus on
the specks on the ceiling as the realization of his
hangover set in. He felt different. As his mind played
back last night he recognized the clenched feeling in
his gut that told him that it could not be erased.
Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was 6:04 AM.
He realized he needed to get going or his buddies at
the motel would start wondering where he was. He sat
up and started toward the bathroom where his clothes
were as his head throbbed with pain. As he pulled his
dress white slacks on and fished for his socks he
heard a shuffling behind him. Ritchie was leaning
against the doorway, his tatted torso studded with
gold rings was like a mirror in the sun that washed
through the window.

Chad's squinted at him as he sat on the toilet to put
on his socks. "I gotta run man, my pals are gonna be
freaking when they realize I didn't make it home last
night. I am really gonna have to make one up this
time", Chad said. As Ritchie watched Sailor lace up
his chunky black boots, he replied. "Just tell them
the truth, that you met some slut after they left and
got your dick wet. The closer you stay to the truth,
the easier it is to lie." Sailor looked at him and
stood up grabbing for his shirt. He just nodded at
Ritchie with a masculine smile and said, "Yeah, that`l
work I guess. They have heard that one before".
Buttoning up his shirt he could not help but to admire
Ritchie's small but well proportioned body. His
couldn't keep his eyes off that piercing in his cock.
He gave into his new found urges.

Chad stopped buttoning his shirt and stepped over to
about 3" from Ritchie and faced him. He bowed his head
and took his cock in his hands, massaging it. As
Ritchie's head tilted back Chad planted his mouth on
his and they kissed passionately for a few seconds.
The hair of Surfer's mustache and goatee felt
exhilaratingly different against his face as he delved
deeper into kissing his man. He felt his cock
stretching against his dress whites as Ritchie's tool
was filling his hands. He gave way again. Chad dropped
to his knees and took Surfer's cock into his mouth. He
struggled at first, unsure of himself but slowly sunk
down on his 8" pierced shaft as far as he dared. The
feeling and taste of another man in his mouth was
exciting. Ritchie leaned back against the doorway and
let his hands grasp Sailors buzzed skull. Chad tried
bobbing on his meat in a linear back and forth like he
had seen so many women do. Stopping him, "Lick my head
around my piercing", Ritchie ordered. Sailor obeyed
and began running his tongue around the golden barbell
ring and the holes it came out of. "Yeah, that's
right, that feels good" Ritchie murmured.

Chad began to taste the familiar ooze or sticky juice
mixed with the metallic and sped up his slithering
tongue. He found himself remembering the taste of the
five men's forced loads from the night before and was
now wanting  more of it. Ritchie pushed Sailor's head
back down on his shaft and began face fucking him, his
balls slapping against his chin. Chad was now rubbing
his throbbing cock with his hand which had poked
through his yet unzipped fly. Moments later Ritchie
announced, "I'm gonna cum! Do you want it in your
mouth or on your face?" Chad answered by sucking his
meat furthering his mouth with vengeance. In seconds a
flood of that warm salty goo that he had nearly
drowned on last night flowed into his throat and
danced on his tongue. He thought he was going to gag
at first, but he was able to keep his reward from
escaping out as he sucked and lapped up his warm load.
"Kiss me", Ritchie ordered. Sailor stood up and the
two of them locked lips and shared his man spunk while
Ritchie grabbed for Chad's cock. Sensing that he was
ready to blow, Ritchie knelt down and caught his
explosion just in time, sucking his hot sticky GI tool
dry.

As they both walked down the hall, Dave was standing
at the table pouring a cup of coffee. "Hey Sailor,
coffee's on", he offered shooting his a devious smile.
Taken aback at first Chad looked back at Ritchie. He
grinned at him and took the coffee from the barkeep's
hand , slugged it down, and handed the cup back to
him. Looking at both of them he asked in a kidding
tone, "Are there any straight guys in this town?" They
all laughed. Chad finally turned to Ritchie and forced
out his hand and they shook a real man's hand shake.
Looking Ritchie in the eye, Chad said "Thanks for
everything and again I am real sorry about that eye
there". "No problem man", Ritchie replied. "Just come
back and see us next time you are in town".

His head still throbbing with pain, Chad let himself
into the motel room he and his buddies had rented the
day before. Steve and Brandon were sitting up in their
beds watching cartoons. "Where the fuck you been?"
Steve chided. "We thought you got arrested again or
something". Chad rubbed his aching head. "I ended up
hooking up last night after all." Steve and Brandon
looked at each other shaking their heads. "Well tell
us about it". Chad waved his hand down at them.
"Nothing to tell, just another bar slut".

Continued in Sailor and the Sergeant 6 - Comments
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