All copyrights belong to author, Michael Gleich.
Sailor Boy Part Two
Sarge pile-drove Tim's ass with his hefty cock, and as Tim groaned with each slam into his bubble butt, the sailor's tongue flicked out to lick the whiskey-covered jock mounted on the butt plug.
A good twelve inches of cock would pull out from the sailor's ass-hole, leaving the head still firmly planted in Tim's butt. Then, in one long thrust, the cock was rammed back in the moist, hot hole. Sarge's nut-sack swung back and forth. They'd swing back and slap the marine's ass with a smack, and then swing forward, slamming the sailor's cock and balls.
"Bull!" yelled one of the marines playing poker. Get Suit out here, will ya?"
"Sure." Bull turned around and kicked a kneeling man in the balls that was dressed in a suit and tie crouched under the bar's top. "Get the fuck out there and make yourself useful, ass-wipe."
The prissy looking office worker looked up at Bull with big blue eyes, a lock of light brown hair fell on his forehead, from an otherwise perfect hair-cut. Suit wore a smart tie to compliment the dark, blue-gray jacket and pants. The cuff of his sleeve showed a bit and he wore expensive dress shoes. Clean-shaven, he looked like he just got up from a board meeting rather than at the feet of Bull.
Suit hurried to the marine, knelt next to him, and opened his mouth as wide as he could. The marine hocked a loogie into Suit's waiting mouth. Suit's eyes looked around to see if anyone else needed a spittoon and saw another marine on the other side of the table with a cigar that had some ash about to fall. He hurried to other side, the marine tapped the cigar on his opened mouth, and the ash fell in. Suit then put his hand up with his fingers in the form of a V. The marine snugged his cigar in the offered holder and Suit held it over his opened mouth as his big blue eyes looked around the room in case anyone needed a spittoon or an ashtray.
Sarge was getting ready to nut. He slammed the sailor's ass and ground his big ole fucker deep in the boy's plump little butt. When Sarge's came, it gooed out around Tim's ass lips and dripped on the floor into a puddle of jizm.
"Suit!" Sarge yelled once he calmed down after the last squirt deep in the sailor's guts.
The marine playing poker picked up his cigar and Suit ran next to Sarge, knelling. Sarge took the chewed cigar butt in his clenched teeth, the end mashed and wet with spit from Sarge grinding his teeth on it in the final throw of orgasm, and dropped it in Suit's mouth.
The kneeling man chewed it and swallowed.
Sarge grabbed the sailor and hugged him close to his body. His meated cock still lodged deep in the sailor's butt. Taking the sloppy, piss stained jock off the butt-plug, he draped it over Suit's head. The pouch covered his mouth, nose, and eyes. Sarge then picked up the butt-plug and worked it into the Sailors mouth, which took some effort.
Tim's mouth could hardly stretch open for the width of the butt plug, and when he finally did, he sucked it in with the end obscenely stuck out of his mouth, the flange of the butt-plug covering his lips.
"That will get that mouth of yours stretched out like your ass-pussy sailor. You'll be suckin Sarge's cock for a while."
He held the sailor up with his dick stuffed in the boy's butt while Tim's feet dangled off the floor.
Looking down at Suit, Sarge spit on the jock pouch that covered Suit's face and said, "Clean up this shit, ya stupid fuck," and then kicked Suit in the nuts.
Suit groaned and put his face to the floor slurping up the butt juice and jizz that had dripped from Sarge's ass fucking.
Sarge left Suit to his cleaning, and cocked-walked the sailor to the stairs and up to the room Madame Woo had waiting for him. Tim's legs dangled with Sarge's cock embedded deep in his ass with the sailor's pants puddled around his ankles. Sarge held on to the sailor's nipples and Tim sucked on the butt-plug like a baby on a pacifier as he was cocked-walked up the stairs.
The marines went back to their game and he longshoremen ordered more beer, pulling on their dicks that had hardened in their pants.
Sarge cocked walked Tim down the narrow dark hallway and then stopped at a door labeled with the number eight.
"Open the door sailor boy," Sarge whispered in Tim's ear.
The sailor reached out, still hung on the huge cock in his ass, and opened the door. Sarge walked him in and with a back kick, shut the door.
The marine started to bounce the sailor on his cock while still holding on to his nipples and talked in his ear as the sailor sucked the butt-plug.
"I got another present for you sweet stuff. You gonna love it but ya gotta be a real fuckin' slut to get it. You a slut, sailor boy? You wanna ride my fuck-stick and whore for me?"
Tim tried to talk around the butt-plug in his mouth; he leaned his head back on Sarge's shoulder and nodded, his eyes looking imploringly at Sarge.
"That's a good boy." Sarge then lifted the sailor off his cock and threw him on the bed.
The marine then walked over to a dressing table where a bottle of whiskey and two glasses were on top and said to the Tim as he poured the booze. "Get your clothes off sailor."
Tim began to strip and throw his uniform on the floor. The brass bed bounced with his maneuvering as his clothes fell to the oriental carpet underneath. All the while, Tim sucked the butt-plug while watching Sarge take the two glasses with the bottle of whiskey and walk to an overstuffed chair that was threadbare. Sarge put the glasses of booze on a small wood table next to the chair and watched as Tim pulled off the last of his clothes.
"Shove that plug up your ass," Sarge barked.
Tim pulled the plug out of his mouth, placed it on his butt-hole, and shoved it in. The sailor's mouth looked bigger around than it did before. His lips were puffy and stretched.
"Come over here," Sarge commanded.
Tim got off the bed and walked toward Sarge, the only light in the room came from a dim bulb inside a silk, red lantern that hung over Sarge's chair.
When the sailor stood in front of Sarge he said to the sailor, "Spread your legs."
The sailor spread his legs, his stiff cock sticking straight out, gooing at the end, his balls hung in their sack.
Sarge took a fresh cigar from his shirt pocket. After lighting it, he blew the smoke in the Sailor's face, reached out, and grabbed the hanging ball-sack. Sarge tugged on them, twisted them, and slapped the sailor's cock, making it snot from its dick-slit.
"Nice fuckin' balls. Not a feather on them."
"Thanks Sarge. Fuck Sarge, I'm gonna cum if you keep playing with my nuts like that."
"Wouldn't dat be a shame," Sarge said with a grin.
Sarge pulled the balls down and with his other hand, slapped the distended nuts. He looked at where he slapped the balls and then slapped them some more, one side and then the other.
The sailor's cock spurted goo, crystal clear and slimy. "Fuck. Shit mother fucking. Sarge you gonna make me cum. Shit. Jesus-Fucking-Christ!"
Tim watched Sarge suck on his cigar; the tip glowed red for a moment before a cloud of smoke blew on his face. The Sailor looked down at his cock jumping around, spitting cock snot at the end, covering his legs and stomach, covering Sarge's steel-hard arm and the fingers tightly squeezed around his sack, forcing his nuts down tight. Each smack from Sarge's hand caused his cock to fling out more goo.
Sarge stopped slapping Tim's nuts, took the cigar from his mouth and placed it on the metal ashtray on the table. He then used one hand to hold Tim's nuts out and with other grabbed the head of Tim's cock and milked it for its slime. With his hand gooed up, he began to rub Tim's nuts while pulling on the boy's balls with the other.
"You like that sailor? You like that mother-fucker?"
Tim's hands played with his nipples, making the nibs hard and sticking an inch out. His head rolled around and his legs began to shake. "Shit, fucking shit. I'm fucking goin' to cum. Fuckng, shit mother-fucker!"
"Come on you fucker, Come on. Blow that fucker. Come on." Sarge sped up rubbing Tim's nuts with one hand as he pulled the sack down with the other.
Tim groaned, he whimpered. His asshole sucked on the butt-plug, the flange of the plug fought against Tim's ass trying to engulf it. His muscled abs popped out like a washboard and when his eyelashes began to flutter, he shot a load of spunk, and moaned like one of Woo's whores.
Sarge kept pulling the nutsack, telling Tim to blow his fucking wad while the sailor spunked and shot out volleys of jizm.
Tim's cock shot freely as it swung above Sarge's hands that pulled on the nutsack. It shot all over Tim, the floor, and Sarge before the cock went semi-soft. Still sticking out, wanting more with a bit of jiz, like a spider's web, falling to the floor.
"Yeah, mother-fucker. Got you off good didn't I?"
The sailor groaned and opened his eyes, "You sure did Sarge. I haven't come since the last we got together."
"I can see, and I'm gonna give you something for being such a good boy."
The sergeant picked up his cigar and gave it a few puffs, expelling the smoke in the sailor's face before sitting it back down in the ashtray. Reaching into his pant pocket, he took out a stainless steel cylinder about five inches long.
"We're gonna add a little weight to them balls of yours. Make'm hang real good."
Sarge told Tim to get one of the shoelaces from a shoe when he stripped. When the sailor came back and handed the shoelace to Sarge, the sergeant grabbed one of Tim's nuts and tied one end of the shoelace to it. He then put the loose end in the cylinder until it dangled out the other side where he grabbed it and pulled.
Tim's face contorted but he held firm. Sarge then took the shoelace off and did the same thing with the other nut. This time the sailor almost doubled over when the nut was yanked through the steel cylinder.
Sarge held the nuts in his hand and looked at his handiwork.
"Later on I might get you a bigger one, say ten pounds of steel. This here bad-boy is only five, but its gonna keep your nuts nice and loose. I'll show ya how to shove-em up your ass later on." He let go of the balls, the weight dropped pulling Tim's nuts down, and then Sarge slapped them to make them swing. "Well what you think sailor? Like your present?"
Tim looked down between his spread legs at his balls and its steel ball weight, and watched them swing. His dick started to get hard again.
"Man Sarge, that feels fuckin' great. At first I wasn't so sure, but shit it's turnin' me on again."
The sailor tweaked one of his nipples and with the other hand, played with the butt plug in his ass while he watched his balls swing back and forth with Sarge's hand smacking them.
Tim looked at Sarge and pleaded, "Fuck Sarge, let me suck your cock. Please?"
Sarge slapped the steel ball weight again and watched them swing back hitting the sailors butt-plug stuck in his ass and then swing forward.
"Well maybe I will, while I smoke my cigar."
Sarge spread his legs as he sat in the chair. The sailor got on his knees with his legs spread, the butt-plug deep in his gut. The marine's cock hung between his spread thighs, over his ball-sack pooled in the chair, the head of the cock dangled over the side of the cushion Sarge sat in. The enormous end swung, waiting for the salvia dripping mouth of the sailor. The sergeant stared down at the sailor kneeling at his feet.
Tim's legs were spread so Sarge could kick the ball weight and hear it smack the rubber plug buried in the sailor's butt, and the sailor's dick slapped against the top of Sarge's boot when he did.
Sarge picked up the cigar and put it back in his mouth. He watched as the sailor engulfed the head of his dick. Tim's eyes focused on Sarge's face, his lips stretched obscenely around the sergeant's big fat dick. The sergeant reached over and poured himself another shot of whiskey, looked down again before taking a sip and smacked the sailor's weighted nuts, listening to them hit the plug and the sailor's dick slap the top of his boot. It made Tim suck deeper on the dong lodged in his mouth, it made Tim swallow Sarge's python down his throat, swelling out his neck with the girth of the marine's dick.
Sarge's cock began to harden as he thought about enjoying this for a while. And as the sailor sucked, the marine sipped his whiskey, smoked his cigar, and smacked Tim's balls with his boot.
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