The sailor's mouth held tight to the base of Sarge's dick. His baby-blues looked up at Sarge's face to see if he was ready to blow another wad.
"I wanna feel you suckin' sailor."
Tim sucked, which was hard to do since his throat was stuffed full of marine cock. But he did his best and used his throat muscles to nurse the dick, like a snake trying to swallow its prey.
"Oh, yeah sailor, suck that fuckin' dick. Yeah baby, eat it good. Eat my dick, cock-sucker."
Sarge's legs stretched out and his head went back clenching the cigar in his mouth.
"Fuck yeah, take my fuckin load cock-sucker. Take it."
Tim's throat was working fast trying to get another load of spooge down his gut. His cheeks filled out with the overflow and some of the creamy jizz started to leak from his lips that were unbelievably stretched around marine horse cock. As the spunk swelled out his stomach, adding to loads already in his gut, he was able to swallow what he had stored in his cheeks. And then slurp the leakage at his lips before the goo fell on Sarge's balls.
The marine sergeant drifted off for a moment, his legs relaxed while his fucking horse-hung dick began to soften enough for the sailor's stretched out lips to ease up somewhat.
Sarge's hand stroked the blond curly hair of the sailor while the boy's loving eyes watched Sarge smile.
"Fuck yeah boy, you fuckin' took that load real good."
Sarge poured whiskey into both glasses on the small table next to him and then placed his stogie in the ashtray.
"How would you like to sit on Sarge's lap?"
Tim shook his head affirmative with the cock still lodged in his throat.
"Okay, you pull that butt plug out, come up here and shove my baby-maker up your ass. Sarge is gonna play with your titties for while."
Tim's eyes widened at the news. He lifted his body up to un-gorge his mouth from the fuck-stick until it came out with a plop, still thick and full, but not as rock hard as it was a few minutes ago. He reached behind and pulled on the ass-plug until it popped out of his ass lips with a smack.
Putting the plug on the floor, he climbed up on Sarge's lap and grabbed the marine's cock, stuffing it up his loose ass before he settled down laying back on Sarge's chest. The giant cock stuffed his ass, his ball sack incased in the steel pipe, pulled down to the edge of the cushion.
Tim laid his head back, feeling the curly hairs of Sarge's chest on his cheek. Sarge handed him his drink, and then he picked up the other one to sip on himself.
"Yeah, you fuckin' hot mother-fucker. You like Sarge's pussy-banger. Don't you cock-sucker."
Tim murmured approvingly while Sarge's hand felt for the rubbery nub of his nipple.
The marine took a sip of whiskey before he said, "Yeah, Sarge's is gonna get you good and fucked before you go back to your shipmates."
Sarge's fingers rolled the nipple back and forth while Tim groaned and wreathed, his cock hard and leaking fuck juice. He squirmed on the dick deep in his guts.
Sarge took another sip of whiskey before he grabbed the sailor's cock and milked it for some goo, bringing the cock-snot up to the sailor's mouth for him to lick off his hand. His other hand played with the nipple, flicking it back and forth. Tim groaned as his tongue lapped the hand presented to him and when he finished licking the goo, Sarge picked up Tim's glass and gave him a drink of whiskey.
"Fuck Sarge, that feels so fuckin' good."
"You like that sailor? Like havin' your titties played with? You like that?"
"Yeah Sarge. I like it a lot."
"Your nipples look like tiny cocks sailor. You play with your nipples? Do ya?" he asked while he flicked one nub and then the other.
"Yeah Sarge, I do. I'm always horny. I wake up horny."
"I can tell. Your dick is always hard. Fuckin' slut. You a fuckin slut? Are ya? A cock sucking, mother-fucking slut? Are ya sailor?"
Tim gurgled around the fingers Sarge shoved in his mouth, and then the marine went back for more cock-slime, milking the sailor's cock. He brought back four fingers covered in cock-goo and stuck them in the sailor's mouth as if it was his ass. The marine's cock hardened again and stretched the sailor's asshole. Standing up while Tim was still impaled on the marine's dick, the sergeant grabbed his nipples and cock-walked the sailor around the room bouncing him on his fuck-stick. Tim's weighted nuts swung in the air. The ball stretcher had pulled them halfway to his knees. When Sarge got to the back of the chair, he shoved Tim over it and started to slam his cock in and out of sailor's gaping hole.
"Mother-fucking cunt. Shit, you make me so fuckin' horny. You goddamn fuckin slut," Sarge yelled with each thrust deep in the sailor's ass.
Tim's balls banged on the back of the chair with a grunt squeezed out of his lungs with each thrust.
Sarge slapped his ass with the palm of his hand, "Tighten that hole up sailor."
"Yes sir!"
Another slap rang out and another, "Get that mother-fuckin cunt of yours tight sailor."
"Yes sir," Tim yelled with each slap of Sarge's hand.
The marine slammed the sailor's ass over and over. The chair was moving across the room, passed the table it was next to with Sarge piston fucking the sailor with his big fat fucking dick.
When the chair hit the side of the bed, Sarge laid into Tim's ass, pressing the cheeks of his butt until the hole was flat against the base of Sarge's pubes.
The marine blasted another load deep in the sailor. It oozed out around where his cock was buried in Tim's ass.
"Shit sailor, you took my fuckin' nut again," he said while pulling the pussy-ripper out of Tim's butt. The ass-lips clung to the last as the donkey dick withdrew from the sailor's bowels.
Once the cock came out, Sarge reached between the sailor's legs and grabbed his weighted nuts. Without hesitating, he shoved the balls, stainless steel stretcher and all, up the sailor's ass. Then Sarge walked back to where the butt-plug sat and brought that back. He placed the cone on the butt lips of the sailor's hole and shoved. Now the sailor had his nuts, the metal weight and the plug imbedded up his ass.
"Clean my fuckin dick, sailor," Sarge commanded.
Tim turned around and knelt at Sarge's feet. His lips went out to the slicked up cock and he began to lap the fuck-stick. He first licked off the jizz still flowing from Sarge's piss-slit. Then he licked the slicked sides before he started on the base of the cock and the balls.
Sarge's balls were big and heavy. They smelled and tasted of sex. And Tim's tongue lapped at them, running his mouth over every groove and crevice before he swallowed one-and then the other nut.
He hung from Sarge's balls. His mouth bulged with cheeks full of nut-sack.
"Suck those balls sailor. Suck-em good cock-sucker. Yeah, that's it baby. You gettin' Sarge all boned up again."
The sailor massaged the balls in his mouth with his tongue and lips, before he pulled them out with a plop.
"Let me suck your cock Sarge. Please let me. I'll suck it good."
"Okay sailor, you go ahead and nurse that baby maker for me. Sarge is gonna get you ready for the boys downstairs."
The sailor grabbed the marine's cock with both hands and attached his mouth to the end, nursing it like a baby on a bottle.
"Yeah, that's it sailor. Suck my fuckin' dick. Suck it boy. Get me good and hot, fucker."
Tim worked the cock like the valiant cocksucker he was. He forced fed his self all the dick he could. Gorging on dick meat, he worked Sarge's glue gun all the cock-snot he could swallow. Sarge slapped the sailor's ass, turning the ass a bright pink and then red. Once the butt was nice and tender Sarge took the shoelace he used to pull the sailor's nuts through the steel weight and tied it to the base of the butt-plug. He took the other end and tied them to where the balls were shoved up the sailor's ass.
After a few more smacks to Tim's ass, Sarge pulled the plug out of the sailors butt and watched it fall just short of hitting the floor. The sailor groaned and sucked harder as the plug swung back and forth pulling the nut-sack further down.
Sarge pulled the sailor off his dick with the sailor's lips trying to the last to stay fastened to the cock. "Stand up sailor and spreadem'".
Tim stood straight with his legs spread and the plug swinging beneath his balls.
"I think we need a bit more length. Get me the other shoelace sailor."
Tim rushed to where his shoes were and unlaced the other shoe, bringing it back to Sarge. The marine untied the shoelace from the sailor's nuts and tied it to the other shoelace to double the length. Then he re-tied the butt-plug with the shoelaces back to the sailor's nuts, just below the steel weight. The plug now hung just an inch or so from the floor between Tim's legs.
"Swing-em sailor," Sarge barked.
Tim began to move his hips back and forth, with his nuts straining with the added weight of the butt plug. Each swing brought the plug higher in front and behind Tim, until the plug was nearing Tim's face.
"Catch that plug with your mouth sailor."
Tim reached out with his mouth to grab the prize as it swung up, but missed, sending the plug straight down and bouncing on the floor, stretching the sailor's nuts further and making Tim bend his knees with the added stress.
Sarge screamed into Tim's ear, "Straighten those fuckin' legs sailor, or I'll add your shoes to them."
"Yes sir. Will do sir."
Tim tried again, tried to grab the plug but missed, but this time when the plug fell, he kept his legs straight and only groaned when the plug hit the floor and bounced, stretching his balls almost to his knees.
"Again sailor."
Tim rotated his hips back and forth and watched the heavy plug swing up and closer to his mouth. Once it was high enough, he strained his neck and clamped on the butt plug, holding it in his mouth.
"That-a boy sailor. Now do it again."
Tim beamed in pride and spit the plug out, starting to swing his nuts once more until the plug was high enough to catch in his mouth. This time was perfect.
"Wait till the boys see your new trick. Shove that plug up your ass sailor, we'll go downstairs and show you off."
Tim pulled the plug from his mouth and shoved it up his ass. His nuts were stretched with the weighted steel and slapped against his thighs with each step. Sarge held the door for him and the sailor proudly walked out with Sarge behind slapping his butt to hurry him down the hall and stairs.
At the bar, Suit was now stripped naked except for his necktie, which was hung around his neck like a noose. Kneeling beside the poker table, one of his polished loafers was shoved halfway up his ass. He was busy giving a spit shine to the boots of a marine at the poker table. Suit's tongue lapped at the polished toe and his lips and mouth were black with black wax.
Sarge walked over to the bar top and pulled out two stools. "Get up there sailor,"
Tim climbed on the stools putting one foot on each. His legs were now spread and as soon as he was in position, Sarge yanked the plug from his ass and let it fall. But the sailor kept his legs straight with a grunt when the weighted plug fell its accorded length stretching his nuts.
"Okay boys, who wants to bet this sailor can catch that plug in his mouth."
"One of the dockhands yelled out, "We all know you've been training him to catch it Sarge!"
There was a general agreement in laughs from everyone in the bar. Even Madam Woo, perched on her barstool near the door with her cigarette placed in its long ebony holder, cackled.
"Okay. Tell ya what you sea dogs. We'll blindfold him. How about that!"
There was a murmur all around before Bull slammed down a ten. "Your on Sarge, but first lets give that sailor a shot of rye, he looks like he could use it."
Others started to place bets and one of the marines grabbed Suit by the tie, spit in his face and yanked the tie off his neck. Suit went back to polishing as soon as he saw he was no further use to the marine.
With tie in hand, the marine walked over to the sailor and told him to squat so he could blindfold him with the tie. Once secured he took the filled to the rim whiskey shot, and had the sailor drink it. With a tug on the sailor's nuts, he told him to stand straight and start swinging.
The sailor, a little unsteady, but use to a ship's roll, began to swing the plug between his legs.
"I'm counting on ya' sailor," Sarge yelled in encouragement once he looked around at how much he stood to loose. Even Madame Woo placed a ten spot on the bar.
The plug swung between the sailor's legs, with each pelvic thrust Tim made. Each swing bringing the plug higher, and when Tim felt the rubber dick hit his back between the shoulder blades he knew it was high enough to catch. On the next swing, he gave a quick pelvic fuck motion and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
The plug landed with a plop in the sailor's mouth. Sarge stood there beaming with pride at his sailor boy. Madame Woo's eyes rolled to the ceiling before she took a long drag on the ebony cigarette holder and the boys at the poker table mumbled, saying, "Why the fuck didn't we train Suit to do something like that."
Well boys seeing what good losers ya' all are. Drinks on me!"
That brought the house to cheers and Madame Woo smiled at the thought of getting her money back and then some. One of the marines kicked Suit in the nuts and told him to get his fuckin' face cleaned up. He was a mess.
As Suit stood up to go and wash his face, the marine took the shoe from his ass. Just as Suit got to the bar, he threw the shoe, smacking the back of Suit's head with it. That brought another round of laughter.
Sarge helped Tim down from the bar stools and took the blindfold off. "Ya did good sailor. What can I give you for makin' Sarge proud of ya?"
"Fuck me Sarge. Please? Let me suck your cock. Okay?"
"Shit sailor, I'll do one better than that. I'll let the whole damn bar fuck ya'. How about that!"
The sailor's smile said everything.
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