Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 11:31:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay - Authoritarian - Sailor and the Sergeant 6 - By Gruntraq

Sergeant and the Sailor 6 - By Gruntraq

Six weeks had past since the Sailor had been punked a
new man by Ramos and his boys while on a weekend
liberty.  Ritchie still thought about him even though
he did his best not to get emotionally involved with
guys he sought to do business with. But this 6'-2"
beef meat Sailor named Chad wasn't about business that
night. Since they had been together the Surfer found
himself dreaming about the Sailor and thinking of him
some nights even while doing another equally hot dude.


Sgt. Ramos and his men had continued doing their
"civic duties" and the City had slowly been setting
into the fall days of fog and cooler weather. Ramos
was busy a couple days a week at the Academy as an one
of the  instructors, leading new recruits in various
classes of enforcement training. The rest of his time
was running his crew on the graveyard shift. It was
his hands-on involvement with the new recruits that
gave him his ability to assemble his own brand of
squadron.  His mind was on the upcoming new class that
was to start soon, hoping he could cherry pick a
couple of the right newbies to be his own. Not every
class offered up what he looked for but he got lucky
every once in a while.

Ritchie was finishing up with a customer at the Board
Shop where he worked when the phone rang. "Big Surf,
this is Rich". "Hey bro it`s Dave, were ya coming over
to the bar tonight". Surfer handed his customer their
receipt and replied, "I was thinking about it. I get
off here in 20 minutes and I was gonna get some dinner
first. Why?'  "Well you have an old friend who came
here to see you", bartender Dave replied.  "Who's
that?", Ritchie asked. There was a slight pause marked
by a scuffling sound over the line. "Ritchie, it's
Chad", the familiar voice said. Ritchie`s heart about
stopped. "What? You're here?" He gulped with
excitement. "I'm out of the Navy now and I thought I`d
come by and say hi".  Surfer swallowed hard. "Dude,
that's great. How long are you going to be here". Chad
said, "I don't know yet".  "Awesome, I'll be there in
a half hour man". Ritchie hung up the phone, feeling a
crush of happiness, desire and weighted emotion. He
shook his head, "Damn am I in love or what?" he
thought.

As he walked into the Red Baron, he saw Chad sitting
at the bar chatting with Dave. Chad was wearing green
Chamo pants held down with a pair of brown Doc
Martens. His muscular arms and shoulders were popping
out of a tight white tank top, just making Ritchie
gurgle with sexual tension. As he got closer he saw
that his prince was now sporting a jet black patch of
hair on his chin. As he walked up, Chad bounded off
the barstool with a big ass smile and gave him a tight
squeezing bear hug.  He then ruffed up his scalp of
croppy hair with his hand and held his head in his
palm momentarily, admiring the Surfer. "Man it's good
to see you again. How have you been?", Chad remarked
as he looked him up and down with a smile. Ritchie
just stood there for a second admiring this wall of a
man who was excited to see him like a puppy, thinking
that he looked sexier and happier than he had ever
remembered. "I'm good man. I'm good." Dave already had
a glass of Sam Adams coming off the tap and on the way
to the bar top when Ritchie suggested, "Let's go grab
a booth". Chad nodded, "Right on". They walked over to
a more private section of the bar and had a seat.

Ritchie and Chad spoke for a short while about the
last couple weeks. Chad had finished his stint with
the Navy as a security specialist on the ship and had
been kicking it back home in Bozeman, Montana just
long enough to realize that wasn't for him anymore. It
only took two weeks of hanging out with his old
friends, trying out his old girlfriend, and his
tolerating family before he was on a plane back out
West.  He had an awakening here in the City and was
back to explore his new yen.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Ritchie asked. "I
don't know just yet to be honest with you. I am
considering myself on vacation for at least a week
before I start deciding what to do with the rest of my
life" Chad replied before tilting the last bit of his
beer into his face. "Right at this moment, I would
love to get out of here," Sailor proclaimed. "I have
been doing a lot of thinking since I was here last and
wanted to see you again". Surfer stood up and started
heading for the door with Chad right on his tail.

Chad and Ritchie almost ran to the small apartment
just a block up the hill from the Red Baron with
little conversation.  They huffed up the stairs and
into the place. The door wasn't even shut before
Chad's sweaty slab of hair and muscle pinned Ritchie
against the wall and stuck his tongue in his mouth. It
was a feverish, long awaited frenzy of rubbing,
kissing and ripping each others clothes off
simultaneously. Chad's hands were digging into
Ritchie's pants while he did the same to Chad. Their
breathing was shallow and interrupted as their hard
meat met in the middle. As their pants slid down Chad
wrapped his massive arms around Ritchie and squeezed
his body, feeling his gold nipple rings against his
chest. The ferocious heavy kissing was interrupted by
the now panting and heated Ritchie, "I want you to
fuck me!...fuck me man!"

Chad lifted the tatted and pierced Surfer by his butt
cheeks as Ritchie wrapped his shaking legs around his
backside. Carrying Ritchie to the couch and laying him
down, Chad asked if he had any lube. "Spit and shove
or it aint love," Ritchie replied. Chad now poised
above his Surfer spat in his palm  a couple times and
greased up his throbbing 8" cock. Ritchie laid his
head back as his man probed his pussy with his tool
and slowly entered him. "Ohh yeah Chad, sink it good
bro", Ritchie moaned as  he ass hole filled with cock.
Chad was going slow and taking in this new feeling of
a man's asshole around his tool. He immediately delved
into the pleasure of Ritchie's velvety nest and began
slowly moving in and out, not sure how hard he could
go. "I've never done this part before", Chad said
sheepishly. "That's alright, I'll tell you what to do
man," Ritchie said and closed his eyes in pleasure.
"Spit on your cock again and give it to me harder".
Chad pulled his meat out of the stink hole and
slathered his meat with another glob of wetness and
pushed himself back at Ritchie. "That's it, now fuck
me HARD!, Fuck like you've never fucked any woman
before". Chad grabbed Surfer's shoulders, bracing
himself and began ass slamming him. "Come on, you can
go harder Chad, come on HARDER!" Ritchie yelled.

Chad resituated himself for better leverage and
started slamming his fuck doll as hard as his muscles
would go. He could feel his balls slapping, he could
hear the couch squeaking, and he could see Ritchie's
jaw dropping open with pleasure. The sound and smell
of fuck was in the air, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! "Oh Yeah,
Oh Man, Yeah, Fuck me!" Ritchie was mouthing in
ecstasy. "Oh man, I have been dreaming of  you!" Chad
slowed down and laid on Ritchie and kissed him for a
few seconds while he thrusted easy. Whispering in his
ear while fucking his hole Chad replied, "I have been
dreaming of you too, you're why I am here". Chad then
pushed himself up and started jack-fucking the little
Surfer bitch and suddenly pulled out, and blew streams
of his spunk all over the both of them.

After getting Sailor's hot goo pumped all over his
tatted stomach, Ritchie swiped some up with his
fingers and tasted Chad. Sailor collapsed on in his
pool of spunk and they laid there kissing
passionately. "You are pretty good for an ametuer",
Ritchie remarked. "Fuck you", Chad retorted as they
kissed some more.

The sun had set before the two of them finally got
unstuck from each other and got dressed. Ritchie
twisted up some fat Humboldt Green and they toked
together over a few Sam Adams. Still in a euphoric
trance from the sex and excitement of hooking up
again, they hardly needed it. They spent the rest of
the night catching up and talking about each other's
stuff - getting to know one another. For both of them
this was definitely a two way street. Chad wanted to
know all about the City, the lifestyle, and what got
men off. Ritchie was just fascinated at Chad's
military stories, his work and was feeling pretty high
on the fact that he seemed to care about him enough to
come back out West.

"So really, you know what you want to do out here?"
Ritchie finally asked. "It aint cheap living here,
that's why I work on the side you know'. Chad rubbed
his chin which was now whiskery with a growth of hair.
"Well what do you make on the side?", Chad asked.
Nodding his head disapprovingly, Surfer replied, "Well
you can make as much money as you want, there are no
shortage of guys in this town looking to get off with
another guy. Why? Do you want get into the trade?"
Chad took a swig of his beer, "Naw I was just curious.
I don't know if I have what it takes get into that or
not." Ritchie nodded and suggested, "Well you are
definitely a "top man" and there is a niche out there
for a slab of military man like you. There are a lot
of sex starved guys out there who would hand over $100
bills to get an ass fucking like I just got".

Chad pondered the compliment and the thought of being
a man whore. Ritchie went on, "In all seriousness
though, you were part of the security detail on your
ship for 4 years. What about being a cop? I`m sure you
have the qualifications". Chad laughed, and almost
spit out his beer. "Me a cop? Here?" Ritchie looked at
him pensively, "Why not?. You have the experience, the
physique, and God knows you have the look, DAMN!" Chad
thought about it long enough to remember Sgt. Ramos
and his men and a glaze came over his eyes. "Well,
I'll have to think about that you know, working for
the same police force that gang raped me," he said.
"Well let me know, I know a couple of guys on the
force", Ritchie said as they both laughed.

Sitting on the couch together and toking on the second
fat roll of Humboldt Green, Ritchie told Chad that he
wanted him to get his bags from the motel and stay
with him at the apartment while he spent his
"vacation" in the City. Ritchie looked forward to
sharing his bed every night with Chad. The buzzed and
relaxed Sailor replied, "That's cool, but what about
Dave?"  "Dave?" Ritchie replied, "Dave is a friend and
my roommate and nothing more, don't worry you aren't
going to rock any boats. But if you stay for more than
a week or so, he's gonna want you paying your share of
the rent here." Chad wrapped his arm around Ritchie
and pulled him over on him as rolled onto his back
into an embrace. His breath dancing on Surfer's his
long blonde goatee, "Okay, I can get into that. So can
you show me how I can start making some fast money in
the meantime?"

To be continued - Comments Welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com