©Mardi Gras Sailor.
Story by Richard Barber
Continuing story of Mike the sailor.
Part 02, The Next Day

I looked at the clock before disturbing my friend Adams. It was still only 3AM and I was going to let him sleep until 6AM before he went on his way. I assumed he would wake up before that time, because you get in the habit of waking early in the armed services. I crawled carefully back under the sheet that now covered his half naked body. He stirred but never opened his eyes. I would like to suck him off again, but better leave well enough alone. I wanted him to remain friends and perhaps we could repeat our session at another time. I closed my eyes and finally went back to sleep.

“What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor?” came the vocal sounds of the Marines as they came charging into the house after a night of drinking.

“Shut up Jordan. You can’t sing worth a damn even when you’re sober, so why try now, besides I think we have some new roommates. You want to give them a bad first impression?” said one of the other Marines.

“Get out of my way mate, I gotta take a piss! Whoops! Looks like we do have a couple of new roomies after all. Isn’t that sweet? The two of them are sleeping in the big bed. Maybe we should all sleep in that bed too. I could use me some sailor ass tonight. What do you say, Jordan?” the first Marine said.

“Go take your piss, asshole, and shut the fuck up. This is my swabbie buddy from Florida, but I don’t know who this other dude is. Now shut up and let ‘em sleep.”

Adams set up in the bed. “Hey Johnson. It’s all right. We’re awake now anyway. How you been you mother… You jarheads been out drinking, I see. Did you bring any pussy home with ya?”

“Hey cocksucker. Who’s your bed partner? I thought maybe ya brought us some pussy but I see it’s another swabbie, huh? Hey. I’m Johnson and that loudmouth fucker in the head is Jordan. Sorry 'bout the racket. He is a little drunk and gets friendly to everyone. Horny bastard when he is drinking, but when he’s sober, he is even worse.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Johnson said as he gave me a high five. “What’s your handle? I’m John Johnson.”

“Hey, John; I’m Mike. Stationed at Key West for a short haul. I hitched a ride with Adams here. Hope you can put up with me until he returns from seeing his girl in Texas. I’ll be glad to share grub and beer expenses with ya for my keep. I’ve never been to the Mardi Gras before. Thought I’d check it out while I had some leave coming.”

“Sure Mike. You’re welcome to stay. It’s like a mad house around here sometimes, but you’ll have a good time, I’m sure. I own this place and right now I have 3 other jarhead fuckers staying for a few days too. You’ll have to sleep in that big bed, but occasionally another dude might stay over a night or two and you’ll have to share.”

“Hey, Thanks Johnson. That’ll be cool. I’m just thankful to rest my ass for a few nights.”

“Mike’s a good bed partner, Johnson;