All copyrights belong to author, Michael Gleich Part IV of Sailor boy
Sarge grabbed Tim by the shoestring hanging from his balls. He took him over to a card table and had the sailor lay on his back. Tim's head hung over one end and his ass over the other. He asked Bull to get him some sturdy rope from behind the bar. After he removed the shoestring and tied to the sailor's nuts with the hemp rope, he pulled on Tim's ball sack, making sure they were secure. He then looped the thick rope around the sailor's chest so that his pecs popped out and the nipples stood up real perky. Then the rope was secured around each ankle and tightened until the sailor's legs rose in the air spread-eagled. He finished with securing the nuts to the end of the rope so they were taught and pulled up to grab onto when rutting that fine bubble ass. Tim's man-cunt stretched open. The sailor's hot pink hole winked at the crowd.
Sarge yelled out with a yank on Tim's balls making sure everything held. "There he is men, legs to Jesus. Primed navy ass waiting for all the cock it can get."
The sailor's ass spread opened so that the pucker looked like the bull's eye on a target. His mouth hung over the end of the table with drool dripping from the corner, waiting to be filled with hot, hard cock.
The men gathered around Tim's stretched out body, they ran their hands over his muscled torso, tweaked his rubbery nipples and pumped his prick for cock goo to finger fuck his mouth and ass. With Suit's mouth cleaned off, Bull ordered him to lick the sailor's ass well and keep it primed. Suit knelt at the table and shoved his face into the hard bubble ass cheeks, tongue fucking the sailor until his spit ran down the sides of his face.
One big marine smacked Suit on the back of the head, then grabbed Suit by the hair and pulled him off the ass, it made a sucking noise when his lips were disengaged from the sailor's butt hole. The marine then shoved Suit's mouth on his mammoth cock, skull fucking him until he chocked and gagged, bringing up phlegm that covered the ten-inch prick. Then the marine, in one shove up the sailor's ass, crammed his thick barracuda all the way to the pubes, pulling on the rope tied to the sailor's balls to keep him from scooting forward off the spike deep in the sailor's gut. Suit got back to work, licking the giant prick as it when in and out of the ass. He licked at Tim's butt-lips and the marine's balls that smashed against his face.
One of the dockworkers, a big black stud, stood at the sailor's mouth teasing the navy man's lips with his anaconda of a cock. It hung out from his jeans, still soft and a good foot and half long. The head covered the sailor's mouth and Tim's tongue licked as best he could at the shiny ebony knob. When he shoved the snake-like cock in the mouth and down the throat of the sailor, Tim's neck filled out and you could see the head move down his gullet and back up. Tim's eyes were wild looking as the great nut sack of the dockworker smacked on his face back and forth. The sailor's teary eyes glazed over in lust as the fuck stick skewered his mouth and throat, shoved deeper and harder down his gullet.
Another dockworker, a big hairy Italian with a dick just as big, began to rub the piss slit of his cock over the stretched lips of the sailor, lubricating them with his cock juice while the ebony stud fucked the sailor's face.
"I'm a gonna fuck that mouth good," he said as he started to piss on the cock where it went in and out of the hot sailor's mouth. Suit heard the splash of piss on the floor and crawled under the table to lap up what fell. When the dago was done pissing, the big black cock shot creamy-white dick glue. It seeped over Tim's lips as he pulled the prick from the sailor. Tim's tongue managed to grab some fuck juice of the slicked cock before the Italian's salami was shoved in. Suit finished licking up the last of the piss and went back to lubricating Tim's ass-lips with his tongue when the next marine took over.
When the marine who had just fuck the hell out of Tim went to the bar for a drink, before getting back in line for another good fuck, he asked Bull, "Where in hell did you pick up Suit?"
Bull poured him a drink and then said, "Well I'll tell ya. About a year ago, it was kinda slow in here. Not much goin' on when that ass-hole over there," he pointed to Suit licking the butt of the guy now fucking Tim, "Came in dressed like a fucking rich ass-hole."
Bull looked over at Madam Woo who could hear him tell the story and she winked at him to go on. "Well he announced to Madam Woo, he was the new owner of this place and he wanted her out, and the bar closed. He had plans to make it an upscale waterfront resort, or some shit like that."
The black dude came over and ordered whiskey up. Bull took out a fresh glass and filled it. "He was threatening Madam Woo and saying all kinds of shit. So I came around the bar while Madam Woo read the legal shit he gave her."
The dockworker looked at the size of Bull, six foot six if he was an inch, and about two hundred and sixty pounds of solid muscle. "Shit, bet that put the fear of god in him."
Bull smiled and said, "I looked in his fuckin face and spit a loogie right between his eyes."
Madam Woo leaned closer and said, "Oh you should have seen pretty boy over there, he was white as ancestor ghost." She then flicked the end of her long ivory cigarette holder and when the ash fell to the floor, Suit scrambled over to lick it off the wood planks before going back to service the next marine's ass that was fucking Tim.
Bull had a broad smile as he wiped the counter top with Suit's dress shirt. "Then I held him up by his tie. The fucker's legs were dangling and flaying in the air. He gurgled and gagged, his prissy face turned blue and all contorted like. Then he pissed his pants until it puddled on the floor."
I said to him, look you fuckin' piece of shit, I'm going to tear your fuckin' head off and use it to beat the living crap out of you if you ever fuckin' threaten Madam Woo again. Then I dropped him and rubbed his face in his own piss."
"Pretty boy wasn't so pretty then," Madam Woo interjected.
"When I was through cleaning the floor with his face, I kicked him right in the nuts three or four times. He moaned like a fuckin' whore getting' stiffed for a blowjob. And when he turned over, I saw he had boned in his pants. That faggot loved everything I did to him."
Madam Woo inhaled on her cigarette holder and blew a smoke ring. "He so cheap, I have to give customer change for dollar when they pay for fucking his scrawny ass." She then chortled and flicked another ash to watch Suit run over again and lick it up. "I out of quarters now, so he has to blow them for quarter until I can give change for them to fuck him. He works behind bar, after closing, at the end of wharf. The winos and derelicts come to have some white-butt. They won't pay more than seventy-five cents to fuck him, a quarter for a blow. He so cheap, old Agnes one-tooth, with a hump, she live in dumpster. She won't fuck them for less than dollar. They like Suit better. Get change for cheap wine and their cocked cleaned off. Suit, he cheapest fuck around."
Bull then interjected, "I told him though, if you fuckin' want to work here, I want you in a fresh suit when I open the place up. Every day at opening time, he's kneeling by the front door, bright as a daisy dressed in some Armani outfit."
Another guy came over and said to Bull, that the toilet was backed up.
"Kick that fucker sucking butt-hole in the nuts and tell him to get his ass in the head and it better sparkle by the time I go in there."
The dockworker smiled, walked over to where Suit knelt behind a big hairy guy banging the sailor, Suit's tongue digging in the stud's hairy ass, and landed a ball smashing kick right to Suit's nads. As he rolled on the floor grabbing his nuts in pain, the dockworker spat in his face and told him what Bull wanted him to do. Suit crawled toward the shitter on his hands and knees.
"I don't know how many of those damn fancy clothes he has left. But he comes here each day sporting a fresh new one, and by the time we close the bar, they're just a bunch of rags in the corner. We use them for cleaning up. So you know we got a class A joint here. It's cleaned by only the best clothes that ass-hole wears."
The men then turned and watched as Tim took another big cock, at both ends. Jizz was running from his ass and mouth and dripped in a pool to the floor waiting for Suit's return to lick it all up. Sarge was playing poker with some of the boys resting between fucks and they commented and thanked Sarge for letting them use the sailor.
"Yeah boys, best navy ass I ever ran into," said Sarge, "I'm gonna have a tattoo put on his butt, 'Property of U.S. Marines'. That will stir them up on board ship when he goes to take a shower."
"They'll fuck the livin' hell out of him Sarge." One of the men said.
"I know, he gets antsy before shore leave and that way I don't have to spend too much time getting him stretched out for this cunt ripper of mine," Sarge said, patting the bulge in his pants.
As the night wore on and the men began to have their fill of hot navy ass and mouth, Sarge walked over to Tim and untied him. He laid there for a while his ass-lips burping semen and his mouth dripping cum. Suit was doing his best to lick up all the slime that flowed out of the sailor's hot used holes. Sarge kicked Suit out of the way and then picked up his Sailor boy, carrying him in his arms and sat down in a chair. He wiped some of the cum around Tim's lips and fed it to him from the tip of his finger.
"You had a good time, Sailor boy? You got all the cock you wanted?"
Tim cooed and burped, sucking on Sarge's fingers feeding him gobs of jizz left on his face and chest. "I sure did Sarge. I got myself all filled up with cock."
"That's a good boy, you'll get big and strong like Sarge, with all that protein." When Tim was through cleaning Sarge's fingers, he reached up and pulled open the sergeant's shirt to suck on one of Sarge nips.
"That's it Sailor, you must be tired after all that."
Tim moaned and lapped at the nipple nuzzled in his mouth. Sarge rocked him a bit while the men began to file out; it was almost two in the morning and Sarge needed to get Tim back on Ship before dawn. He reached down and grabbed the butt-plug on the floor, sticking it back up Tim's ass. "We don't want you leaking when you board ship."
Then Sarge dressed him tenderly, putting Tim's jock on and trying to stuff the sailor's stretched out balls and bloated cock back into the pouch before he put on the sailor's pants and shirt.
He then put his arm around the sailor and headed for the door, the last to leave. He wanted to make sure Tim got on his ship and to say goodbye until sailor's next shore leave.
Madam Woo looked out the door as Sarge tenderly guided Tim down the wharf with his arm around the sailor's shoulder. The sea fog was coming in, blocking out the moonlight. The winos and derelicts were lining up behind the bar at the edge of the wharf with a quarter in each hand. Madam Woo figured by morning, Suit would have enough quarters he could start taking it in the ass the next day.
She turned, and before climbing the stairs said, "Good night Bull, put Suit out before you turn off lights. He has cash customers lined up."
"Will do Madam Woo, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."
"I bite back, they leave me alone," she chuckled as she walked up the stairs.
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