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 its 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. Ritchies 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