The Sailor and the Sergeant 2 - By Gruntraq
"Now, don't let us have to come back here because next time it is a jail cell if you know what I mean." Sgt Ramos told the Sailor that he and his "A-Team," had just given an attitude adjustment to.
The Sailor feeling a bit sore and completely humiliated made his way toward the entrance of the bar for what was the end of the night for he and his Navy buddies. After what Ramos and his officers had just introduced Sailor to, he probably was not going to be in the mood to go find pussy tonight let alone hang out here. Moreover, he was going to have to swallow a pretty big load, trying to make up a good story to tell his buddies what the cops had in store for him.
Ramos and Jacks called in on their radio and closed out the call. As they were getting ready to leave, Ritchie approached their cruiser. He had been the victim of Sailor's violent outburst earlier in the evening and wanted to know what was happening. "Did you arrest the guy", he asked. Ramos and Jacks exchanged looks for a moment before Ramos answered, "Ritchie, we impressed him such that he wont be giving you any trouble again". Ritchie looked pensively at Sgt. Ramos who he had known for some time and knew what he meant. Ritchie was a local street hustler of sorts who hung out at the local bar and played pool a lot. He had a day job, but did well sucking and fucking many of the local guys who were regulars as well as the occasional tourist. He was a cut boyish Gen Y guy with a long blonde bohemian Goatee and long sideburns. He had several earrings and as Ramos knew well, had a pretty well sized pierced cock for a kid all of 165 lbs. He was kind of a streetwise surfer boy type who had been an ally of Ramos and his A-Team helping them both as an informant and an occasional sexual release . "Well guys it`s much appreciated, you know", Ritchie told them. "Call me sometime and I'll return the favor". Sgt. Ramos shot him an acknowledging glance as he and Jacks got in their cruiser and proceeded to drive away.
Feeling confident about the situation, Ritchie decided to go back into the bar and find a mark before it got too late.
"So where the fuck have you been Chad? What happened with the cops", one of the Sailor's buddies asked as he apprehensively walked back into the bar. Chad walked past them in a beeline to the bathroom where he felt an overwhelming need to have a seat on a toilet and wash himself up. "Chad!, Chad!" Waving his hand at them, "I'll be right back, I gotta piss" he quipped as he walked by. He was sure his buddies were going to know what happened, he had to make sure he was cleaned up. Looking at each other quizzically his two pals turned back around to the Basketball game they had been glued to. His heart was still pounding as he washed his hands and face over and over, splashing himself with cold water. "What the fuck happened to me", he thought to himself. He looked himself in the mirror for a minute, examining himself to see if he looked like a fag now that he had been bitch fucked by five men. Still washing handful after handful of water in his mouth, he could not get rid of their taste. They would surely know he thought to himself.
Ritchie had made his way back to the dimly lit corner of the bar where the pool table was and grabbed a cue. His friends were still in the back working on a pitcher of Samuel Adams, so he hit a chair and grabbed a glass. He scanned the room for Sailor and his buddies, but only saw the two guys that had hung back to begin with, watching TV. He relaxed his grip on the cue a bit and got back to checking out the room for someone to hook up with. The Red Baron was one of those quiet neighborhood places in the back of a strip center that mostly attracted the guys who lived in the immediate area. Not really fancy, the place's namesake was a red bi-plane crashed into the roof out front. It was the perfect place for Ritchie to play his game. He would usually strike up a round of pool with a guy and even gamble a little on the games, have a few beers and at the right point, offer his new friend some relief. He had a knack at cracking a lot of the local married guys who frequented the bar and singles alike. He had a way of getting into their pants and getting a little cash from them at the same time. He had a string of regulars too who would pay him for his time with anything from a couple $20 spots, to a few twists of good green. He was negotiable.
It seemed like ten minutes had gone by since Chad took off to piss. Brandon looked at his watch and made a gesture to Steve toward the restroom. "I'll go check", Steve said and headed off to the head to see where Chad got lost to. Pushing the door open to the restroom, he found Chad wiping his face down with a paper towel and hunching over the sink. He looked rough. "What happened out there bro", Steve asked. "What's going on". Chad looked at him with a somewhat lost look and paused as if trying to contemplate. "Dude! What's up! You obviously didn't get arrested. What happened?" Steve prodded. "Nothing really", Chad offered hoping to sound convincing. "They just called in my ID and waited to see if anything came back. You know, warrants and stuff like that". "What did they say to you", Steve demanded. "Nothing really. Just you know, leave the guy alone and don't cause trouble". "Well you look pretty shook up man, lets get you another beer", Steve offered as he motioned toward the door. "Uhh, okay but I think I want to get out of here
ok", Chad replied.
Returning to the bar, Chad shuddered as his burning asshole seemed to crack open when he saddled up to the bar. Steve made a round-D-round motion to the bartender. "You guys want another set of Bud Lights?" the bartender replied. Steve started to answer but Chad awkwardly interrupted, "Jack Daniels!,... Jack Daniels, two shots of Jack Daniels" he blurted again. Steve and Brandon paused and looked at Chad for a second. "Boy, you're on a mission now huh?", Brandon asked. "I need something stronger than Bud Light right now" Chad barked back and hung his head in his hands. The bartender stood there with a furrowed brow and warned, "Alright Sailor, but you netter behave now. One more outburst like a while ago and I'm calling the cops again." Chad winced at the suggestion and nodded to the barkeep.
Sailor's return to the bar did not go unnoticed by Ritchie. His eye still swollen a little from the Navy GI`s fist, he watched Sailor and his pals order another round. Knowing he was probably safe from a reprisal, he began remembering how fucking sexy the guy looked. He imagined the muscular tight frame of the 6'-2" Navy stud without the dress whites on. When he first walked into the bar earlier in the night, he had popped out of the crowd from across the room with his cleanly sculpted buzz-cut and thick square neck and jaw line. His bravado attitude that was so alluring seemed to be replaced by a sullen need to disappear into the room. He thought that he had come on a little too strong earlier when they were playing pool. "If I hadn't hit on him when his buddies were able to see it" he thought "Fuck!". His timing was off he had thought. He believed that the hot Sailor would have been receptive in the right alignment of circumstances. In the past his experience was that the Navy guys were pretty receptive to anyone who was willing to suck their cock. Ritchie turned away and tried to keep his eye on new prospects.
After another three conversation less rounds of Jack Daniels shots, Chad and the boys were getting pretty trashed as they were already half way there before the cop incident. Chad had lost his nervous urge to bolt from the place, but wasn't talking much to his pals. He just kept ordering one shot after another and staring at the TV. "Dude, I'm bored as fuck" Steve bluntly announced looking at his watch. "This is a waste tonight. We got one more day out here and I want to do some shit tomorrow without being hella hungover. " Brandon nodded, "Yeah I'm fucked up too, we aint gonna get no pussy tonight I don't think, cuz Chaddy here is in a bad mood now that the cops spanked him". "Fuck you guys!" Chad retorted. "If your bored go back to the motel, I'll catch up later. I'm just starting to feel good." Steve and Brandon paused disappointedly and both got up to leave. "You got it, you are no fun tonight anyway bro. See you later", Brad said as they departed.
He couldn't shake the taste the five men out of his mouth, no matter how much he tried. The whiskey killed it for a couple minutes, but the aftertaste came back. His mind kept racing back to what had happened. He could not get it out of his mind. Chad ordered another shot of Jack Daniels, but the bartender pushed back. "Why don't you have a beer instead man", the barkeep offered. "You need to slow down a little and smell the roses." Chad pondered his suggestion and asked, "Got something better than Bud Light?' The bartender turned away and came back a moment later with a glass Guinness and said "This is one me, you look like you need a breather". Chad took a long sip of the dark beer and sat it down. "How is that?" the bartender asked. "Good I think", Chad replied. Leaning back on the stool, another pang of sharp burning pain shot through him from between his ass cheeks causing him to jolt. Feeling pretty demoralized and remorseful, Chad looked up at the bartender and offered, "I'm sorry for causing the fight earlier tonight, I didn't mean to cause you all trouble here". The bartender was cool about it as all of them are. "No worries. You just gotta remember where you are man. This is the city by the bay. There are more guys here who want a piece of your meat than there are women," he advised. "You gotta go with the flow or let it slide here man." Rubbing his forehead Chad agreed, "Yeah, I guess you `re right. Again, I am sorry about hitting that guy". Barkeep looked across the room at Ritchie fleetingly. "Well, that is fine, but if you really want to make good, you can apologize to that guy right over there", he said pointing his finger to the pool table area.
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.
Continued in Sergeant and the Sailor 3