Continued: A few minutes later they were laying next to each other in the bed watching the TV and toking down on a fresh Humboldt Green twisty. Chad nodded, "I think this is the last one of these for me man, if I pass the test next week I am gonna have to take all kinds of physicals and a drug test they said." Ritchie smiled. "Well I have to let you in on a little something".
Ritchie proceeded to educate Chad on his arrangement with Sgt. Ramos, explaining to him why it was that he and his men had punked him in the back of the van the way they did. They watched over their Surfer and kept him safe. Chad oddly had no ill will toward them about his gang fuck experience, in fact something inside him was grateful for what his mind had reframed as a turning point rite of passage. As he got to current days Ritchie told him, "Sgt Ramos talked to me today about a couple things. First and foremost is the fact that he is well aware that you were down at the PD and signing up." Chad got an unsure look across his face as Ritchie went on, "Sgt Ramos is one of the instructors at the academy. You will be dealing with him you know". Chad got a sinking feeling, "Oh fuck, really?" Ritchie continued, "Yes Really, but the good news is that he likes you." Chad rolled his eyes and looked off to the TV saying, "Yeah he likes me alright". " Well, he told me today that if you pass the test that he would make sure you got moved forward into the next Academy class instead of going on the waiting list and that he'd take care of any drug test issues that could arise." Chad looked at Ritchie with his dark goatee hanging. "No shit?" Ritchie, raising his brow answered, "No Shit".
"The other item we need to talk about is this weekend," Ritchie told him. "You asked me about making some fast money, so Sgt. Ramos is having one his bivouac cult parties this weekend and we are going." Ritchie went on to describe to Chad that they were going up to Marin to "work" the two day party that Ramos was throwing for his men. This meant that they were going to be slaves to a weekend production of beer, men, and ritualistic role playing that Ramos lead every so often to build and bond his posse of officers. When Ritchie explained that they would be spitting $3000 for the venture, more than a couple week's pay in the Navy, Chad nervously agreed.
"What is more important here than the money Chad is that this gives you an opportunity to prove yourself if not get initiated into Ramos's circle. You cant buy that kind of ticket". Chad rolled his eyes, "I thought I was already initiated into his circle". Ritchie slapped him in the arm and said, "Well we only have a couple days to get you ready for this Chad, you need to heal that cock of yours and we have some other things to do."
Ritchie called a friend of his that worked in a barber shop down in the Castro and asked him if he was available for a private appointment. "If you get down here now I can. I was just getting ready to head home," the voice said. "Perfect, we'll be right down". Ritchie grabbed his pants off the floor and told Sailor to get dressed. They soon headed out the door for a walk to the strip of the Castro lined with leather shops, adult book stores, and rainbow boutiques. Chad's eyes wandered wild across the landscape of wide open faggotry. The fact that all eyes seemed to be on him and he walked himself down the strip with Ritchie was also becoming apparent. Ritchie rang the buzzer of the non-descript glass door that led to a narrow staircase. The door buzzed back and they entered the narrow upward channel to the loft above.
When they turned the corner into the small lobby Sal lit up with flaming aplomb, "Oh fuck me Ritchie Boy, what have you brought me today! My gawd, what hunk you he is!" Sal gave Chad a lusty look over and placed his hands on his hips. "Ritchie, Ritchie, Ritchie! You are moving up in this world". Surfer responded, "Turn down the flames there Sal, I don't want you to scare him away". Embarrassed and tensed, Chad just stood there and stuck his arm out for a manly hand shake. Sal grabbed his hand and ran his fingers across his palm as if to read the lines. Chad let him. "My Sailor Prince here needs a Weed & Clean", Ritchie announced. Sal gushed like a rewarded child, "Absolutely my dear, absolutely". Ritchie looked at Chad who was clueless and told him to take off his clothes. Chad followed his lead as Sal told him to saddle up in a reclining old looking barber's chair with stirrups.
After Chad nervously sat, Sal raised the chair up with his foot pump bringing Chad's manhood to a workable level. He leaned the back of the chair down and had Chad put his legs up in the stirrups. Sal admired the Sailor and told him to just lean back and relax. Ritchie had a seat in the chair next to him and watched while Sal went to work. The buzz of electric clippers filled the room as he gently mowed the thick turf of pubic mass, shedding years of curly bush to the floor. Carefully working the clippers all around his package, Sal made it look easy.
The flaming barber then lathered up Chad's balls, cock and nest with soothing warm shaving cream. As soon as the warmth of the lather and Sal's soft hands began massaging him, the Sailor's cock hardened like a rock. "I just love that part", Sal laughed . Pulling out a flat-blade he began shaving the thick nest of hair that enshrouded Chad's love hole. Ritchie had unzipped his pants and was gently stroking his cock as he watched. Sal carefully squeezed Chad's balls one by one tight into his scrotum like a rock hard balloon to shave them. As he continued, Sal made playful tugs at his cock and probes of his hole making Chad smile, jump and giggle. He had a way of making the process fun for his customers. As he handled Sailor's 8" shaft with one hand and slid the razor down it with the other Chad felt that sharp pang in the head again as the fresh hole around his 10-gage barbell contracted. He felt the wetness ooze around the metal again as his pre-cum appeared. Sal continued adding more warm lather in and around his tool as he shaved his business end clean. "Leave his pubes above his cock", Ritchie interjected as he sat close by stroking himself.
Sal cleaned all the lather and trimmings off Chad's smoothly shaved cock and asshole with a soothing warm stream of water from a hose. As the erotic session seemed to end, Sal then grabbed a heated tube of lotion and began working it into his fresh skin, cosseting his balls and circumnavigating his shaft. He then probed his smooth soft love hole slightly with his lotioned fingers. "You want to rim him don't you", Ritchie kidded Sal. "Go ahead, it's okay". Ritchie leaned back in his chair as he watched Sal sink his tongue into Chad's wide open love center. Chad rocked his head back and started stroking his cock while Sal slithered.
Sal was aggressively digging his flaming wet muscle into Chad's sphincter, in and out driving him wild. Again, before the clock ticked twice Chad was shooting
sharp burning spurts of cum through his sore cock. As it dribbled slightly out of his new slit and the old one Sal gently licked up the excess as Chad pumped it out. Ritchie was getting ready to cum and ordered Sal to suck his cock. Sal responded like 911 and took his shooting rod in just in time, slurping up his juices. As he cleaned him up Ritchie ordered, "Okay, back to work". Sal spent the next 20 minutes clipper cutting Chad's chest hair and groin and then shaved his back. He then topped him off with a fresh buzz cut on the scalp. When he was done, Sal pulled off the cape and brushed Sailor off. Ritchie flashed Sal a $50 dollar bill. "Thanks Ritchie! You know I just love you!" Sal said and then turned to Chad who was dressing himself. "Here's my card NAVY Boy, call me any time you need a trim".
As they walked out the door onto the street, Chad was shaking his head at all the wildness of the past few days. He had wild partying days in the Navy and back home, but nothing like the energy and the sexual release of his time here in the City. He was beginning to feel more comfortable and less threatened now in this temple, a far cry from his attitude last summer. Now dark out, he and Ritchie decided to head back toward the Red Baron for a few drinks. Most of the boutique stores were closed but a few still had their doors open. On their way out of the Castro an open store got Ritchie`s attention. "Wait, we need to get you a few things"
Continued........
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