Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2008 13:16:15 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Sailor Boy  Part 4

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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