Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 20:36:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay-Authoritarian - Sailor and the Sergeant 8 - by Gruntraq

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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