Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2017 14:09:40 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 23

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Naval Tradition

23
Charlottesville, Summer 2004


I came back from Annapolis rejuvenated. I knew that I had some emotional
and psychological baggage to work through. I questioned why I was drawn to
unavailable men like Lt. Grant or Rear Admiral Henson. Then I'd think: fuck
it. The sex was mind-blowingly great, scorching hot. Especially the way
those men had shown me a part of my psyche that I wasn't aware of. I mean
I'd recognized with Dad a certain submissive streak, but to let it play out
in the open, with a dominant top, was pretty awesome. It's not what I
wanted all the time, for sure. I loved topping dudes and having them
service me way too much for that. But it was a side of my sexuality that I
knew was there and needed to come out from time to time. As a bonus, the
navy officers made me realize that I may or may never work out the issues
of being attracted to my father, but that shouldn't let me stop having fun.

So I came back to Charlottesville with my libido fully charged.

There was Holt of course. My good friend and roommate and off-and-on fuck
buddy. As I stopped for gas on the drive home, I pulled out my phone and
sent the Bulldozer a text, letting him know I was heading home. Then
another: "Dude any way I could cash in that rain check?" I'd blown off Holt
a couple of times since returning, and I wasn't sure how he'd feel about me
wanting to start things up now.

So I was a little nervous he'd ignore my text or send back a fuck-you
message. But my phone buzzed in a few minutes. "The McGrath beast has woken
up at last? Ha" Then "Id love to take care of you bud." I smiled and
returned a message. The whole rest of the drive I kept popping boners. I
needed some release again and knowing it was coming soon made it worse.

When I got home, The Bulldozer was there, sitting shirtless in his bedroom,
in a pair of boxer briefs, his meaty frame a welcome sight for sore
eyes. He looked up from his laptop, where he was watching porn. "Hiya
McGrath. Damn, it's good to see you ready to go," he said, swiveling his
body toward me. His body had really bulked out over the last year, and
while I don't know that I'd call him overweight, he was a big hulking
linebacker all right, with fur starting to come in thick on his chest and
stomach.

"Sorry I've been a little unavailable lately," I said. "I've had some shit
to work through."

Holt shrugged his bulky shoulders. "'s all right, bud. We're not
boyfriends. I just love your big cock."

That gave an ego boost that went straight to my dick. "Yeah?" I grinned,
starting to unbuckle my belt.

"Fuck yeah, McGrath. Let that bad boy out and let the Bulldozer take care
of 'ya."

I stepped up to him, fumbling with my button and zipper. Charlie's football
player hands did the rest, digging out my stone-hard rod and guiding it
into his expert mouth.

"Holy fuck!" I grunted. I'd forgotten how good this felt. An expert blow
job. A Bulldozer special. "You're so fucking good at this Holt."

I could swear he was smiling as he lowered his mouth down on my aching
rod. Then back up, nice long mouth strokes, showing off his skills but also
aware of my need. He knew I wasn't gonna last long, so he wasted no time in
settling into a regular blowjob rhythm, stead strokes up and down as his
head bobbed in time.

"Feels amazing bud," I encouraged him, running my hands through his soft,
unkempt hair. "Not gonna take me long today." I spread my legs slightly to
steady myself and then surrendered my body to its first oral orgasm in a
couple of months. I could hear Holt choke on my wad and then the greedy
gulping sounds as he started to accommodate my bigger-than-normal
ejaculation.

I smiled down on Charlie, who gave me a knowing grin back as he plopped my
cockhead out from his lips and licked the last dribbles of white stuff
seeping out. It's weird, nothing was romantic or relationship-like between
us, but sex was a real part of our friendship, a bond we'd always had.

"Damn," he said. "And I was prepared to bottom for you, too."

Holt rarely let me fuck him, since he said I was too big, so it was only in
his rare bottom-y moods that I got to get inside him like that.

Fortunately, I knew I had another load in me.

I hoisted him up on the bed and started eating him out, like a wild man,
and I think my sex drive was keying Holt up too, cause he started thrashing
on the bed. Part of me wanted to do to Charlie what Jack and Admiral Henson
did to me, but I took my time with the foreplay, with slicking my big rod
up, and finally pushing inside my roommate and buddy.

We fucked missionary, which we never did, and it was awesome to see his
facial expressions as he got past the discomfort of my size and really
started enjoying it. Even better when he came, a signal for me to let loose
with my second load, deep inside him.

"Damn, you're good, McGrath," Holt finally said as he stood up and shook
out the cramps, running his fingers through the thick load he'd shot on his
hairy chest and stomach.

He showered while I fixed myself a sandwich and pulled out two beers from
the fridge. I got to our den and turned on a baseball game. Holt soon
joined me, wearing just a pair of football team shorts.

"I can't believe you've got me watching this baseball shit," he winked,
grabbing the beer I offered him and sucking down a good third of it in one
gulp.

******

Sex with Holt was the unofficial start of what I still think of it as the
Summer of New Things.

I won't go into all the details, but I started fucking women. Well, one
woman. Sarah, one of the friends of Eric's girlfriend Carrie. Carrie had
been tying to set up a double date, since Sarah apparently took a liking to
me. Eric apologized one day, promising to come up with an excuse.

"It's OK, bud," I said. "Been a while since I've dated a girl, but I can
give it a try. I'm definitely NOT looking for anything serious there,
though."

So that's how it happened. The double date turned out to be pretty fun. I
got to see another side of my buddy, and I was pleased to see that he was
genuinely into Carrie, his bi tendencies notwithstanding. I figured that's
how it was with some guys.

And Sarah was a hoot. Like hysterically funny. In a weird way we hit it
off. I took her for a date and it felt weird but right. I smiled, inwardly
glad I'd had my date with Mr. Bryant, so my first date would be a with a
man. But hanging out with Sarah made me realize I liked the whole courtship
thing, which I didn't have with other guys. And afterward, when we met for
a kiss, that felt right, too. Softer than with a man, but right.

I was up front with her, that I wasn't looking for anything serious, though
not fully up front with why. I told her my mind was on baseball and more
baseball, and that was true, but I didn't tell her that I was into men
mostly. She was moving off to Boston in July anyway for grad school, so she
was fine with a one-month fling.

I don't even think I realized it at the time, but the couple months of
casual dating would give me cover for the rest of my college years. Guys
never pestered me about getting laid or dating, at least not like they did
at first.

**

Dad and I talked every weekend on the phone, and I felt us getting back to
our normal dad-son groove. Him pleased with my Spring grades or encouraging
me in talking baseball. I asked him if he'd started dating anyone, and he
acknowledged he'd been on a couple of dates but nothing serious. He never
volunteered talking about his dating, and I suppose I didn't for mine
either, though I did tell him about Sarah.

"You going to women, huh, Slugger?" he asked with a bemused surprise in his
voice.

"Not exclusively," I answered, a little embarrassment creeping in my
voice. I wondered what he thought, after I'd had my coming out moment to
him two years earlier. "Or mostly. But it's fun. Something new."

"That's how it was with men with me when I entered the Navy," Dad
confessed. "Maybe bisexuality runs in the McGrath family."

"Maybe," I said, thinking of Matt, who'd made no bones about liking men and
women equally, though I wasn't sure he'd shared that news with Dad or my
brothers. Or Paul, who seemed to be a pussy hound who still enjoyed
man-on-man action on occasion, at least before his marriage. I was
definitely wired toward men but my time with Sarah made me feel like I was
exploring a different part of my manhood. The sex wasn't nearly as good for
me, though, and I had to admit my thoughts kept going back to men even more
forcefully than before. Sometimes I'd bone up thinking about the men I'd
had sex with. Dad. Rear Admiral Henson. Jack Grant. Ensign Glen Evans. My
bud Rick's Dad Mr. Bryant. I just had to conjure up a sexual memory and my
cock would be throbbing and leaking uncontrollably.

Sometimes I lusted after new men. Like Coach Powers, or some administrator
I saw walking across campus in a suit and tie. Or some older dude in the
grocery store. You'd think getting laid regularly would keep things in
check but my libido was raging and I craved men something awful.

But I tried to keep that in check when I was around Dad. I went down to
Norfolk a couple times that summer, and it was great. Dad was getting more
into golf and eager to get me into it, too. I found it a little boring, but
enjoyed the bonding time with him, which I suppose was what the game was
about anyway.

These visits and conversations with Dad gave me the impression that things
were back to normal and that I'd learned to put my primal emotions in
check. Yeah, I kept thinking that and kept being pulled back into lust with
my old man. But that's how I felt at the time.

**

Like me, Charlie kept a low profile, though he dated some dudes and was a
little more relaxed about having fuck dates come over to the house. I mean,
he seemed to have no problem finding cute guys to bang on the DL. We
generally had different taste in men. Charlie liked slimmer, young,
collegiate/boy-next-door types, whereas I found myself gravitating more to
older men.

So mostly I was amused and a little impressed by the stream of tail coming
in and out of our place. Like one evening in early July. Sarah had moved
away and all of a sudden I found myself hanging out at home a lot more. I
knew Charlie had a dude coming over, and normally would have let my
roommate answer the door. But Charlie was in the shower still, just having
come back from the gym and told me to get the door if his date showed up
early.

I was surprised who I saw when I opened the door. Late 20s, good looking,
about 5'11", muscular build, he actually reminded me of Kevin Marshall, my
first fuck buddy. Definitely my speed.

"Um, you're not Charlie are you?" he asked, a surprise on his face. I guess
with online hookups you don't know exactly who you're going to get.

"Nah, he's finishing in the shower. You can hang out here," I gestured to
the den, where I was watching an afternoon Orioles game.

"I was gonna say you don't look anything like the picture," he laughed as
he plopped down on the leather sofa. Then I could tell he wasn't sure
whether it was OK to acknowledge the hook up situation.

My laugh put him at ease. "You want a beer while you wait?" I asked.

God his green-gray eyes were bright as he smiled back. Handsome fucker. "Uh
sure."

It was a trip to see someone without hang ups. He'd come over for sex with
Holt and seemed to have no embarrassment about it.

Nor embarrassment about checking me out. Our eyes flitted between the TV
screen and each other.

"You a student here?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "My name's Jim. Charlie's roommate if you haven't figured
out."

"Cool," he said, spreading his legs a little. He was wearing shorts, he had
a preppy look with a trim pastel button-down shirt, khaki shorts, and
loafers with no socks. I admired his legs, muscular but trim and not beefy,
and covered with a nice amount of dark brown hair, a shade darker than his
light brown hair up top. "I'm Greg."

I didn't mean to flirt with Charlie's date and truth be told it wasn't even
flirting, just staring at this beautiful man. I couldn't help it, he was
hot. His gaze returning didn't help.

Fortunately we were broken up by Holt's footsteps coming down the hall.

"Hey," my roommate greeted Greg. "Thanks for waiting. I just had to shower
up from the gym." Holt was wearing only . "Wanna come on back?"

Greg looked up, clearly excited by Holt's big body and his jockish
appearance. "Sure," he said, setting down his beer. "Nice meeting you," he
said to me.

"Yep, likewise," I croaked, my libido competing with whatever ethical sense
told me it was wrong to bone for Holt's dude.

I heard sex sounds from down the hall, muffled and indistinct, but it made
me happy and jealous that both guys were having a good time.


***

It was probably no accident that the next day I'd find sex without even
looking for it. It was a typically muggy hazy morning and while I was on a
run through the local state park and I noticed something I never had. Guys
parked in their cars, hanging out. I thought maybe they were just getting
some down time on their lunch hour, but it was about 9 in the
morning. These dudes were cruising the park, waiting for action.

It's funny, since this wasn't too far from where Dad and I would come for
our secret encounters, but I'd never come to this side. There were about a
half dozen parked cars, and I knew I had to check out the scene. I
continued my jog but circled back and acted like I was cooling down with
some stretches, in eyesight distance of the cars.

There were middle aged men and even an older guy. One dude stood out for
me. Younger, but maybe with five to ten years on me. Looked like an
athlete, or ex-athlete. Tanned face, blond-brown hair two shades darker
than mine, and a real nervous, serious look on his face. Like he was scared
to be there or get out of his car.

I rebuffed one guy who came up to me, keeping my eyes on ex-jock guy. He
looked at me intently. I know I'm a good looking young guy, but I could
really get used to the admiring and hungry way this man watching me. I gave
a final stretch and walked over his way.

He anticipated my arrival by rolling down his window. I took off my shirt,
using it to wipe off my sweat.  I was getting off showing off my body,
particularly since the man's eyes widened in excitement.

"Hi," I said getting in earshot of the car. "Hot day huh?" Banal
conversation and no reason I should be talking to this guy except that I
had a good idea what he was there for.

"Yeah sure is," the man replied. Nice voice, deep and smooth at the same
time. I was boning thinking about getting laid, and his voice was going to
get me all the way to hardness.

My eyes fixed on his, we were definitely communicating our need back and
forth. "You up for anything?" I asked, hopeful. This guy was real masculine
and real hot.

The dude was super excited and his serious expression broke into a pearly
bright smile. "Gawd yeah, come on get in."

I grinned a toothy grin and walked around to the passenger side.

"Mind if we drive somewhere a little more private?" he asked, clearly
afraid I'd say no.

"Sounds awesome," I answered, staring at him lustfully.

We went to a deserted corner of the park, and the man stopped the car,
looking around to see if the coast was clear. He reached down and adjusted
his crotch, clearly boning up. He looked over at me, taking in the sight of
my semi-nude body between looking at the road. "I can't believe I hit the
fucking jackpot today."

"I could say the same thing," I replied, taking my time to look him over as
well. He was definitely fit and hadn't let his athletic body go to seed. He
wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and cargo shorts but I could see the firmness
of his muscle beneath. Up close he was even more handsome, with a cute face
almost, that made him seem young. "My first time to the park and I find a
super hot guy."

He blushed. His shyness was a real turn on for some reason. Finally, he got
up the nerve to speak more. "You a college student?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm too nervous to look for guys on campus, though."

"I know what you mean," he said. "I don't live in Charlottesville," he
continued, unsure if he should. "I'm about an hour away. I coach high
school football and I can't...." He stopped.

"Yeah, I get it," I replied in a tone that told him I really did get it. He
looked at me a little relieved.

"I didn't think you.... well, you don't expect a guy as hot as you coming
to the park."

"You haven't seen my best asset," I winked.

"I dunno," he said, starting to warm up to me. "You have an amazing chest
and arms."

I don't know why I was so forward, but I figured he was looking for sex, so
why not? I shimmied down my shorts and let my prick flop out mostly hard
and firming up by the second. Dude muttered a soft sigh of "fuck!" as he
watched it rise up toward my belly in its thick hardness.

He licked his lips and took a quick swallow of his excess saliva before he
leaned over and started licking my cock, tasting the sweat and salt and
leaking sap. Coach Guy moaned excitedly as his tongue work grew more
frenzied, working down to my furry balls and back, teasing the pisstube,
before finally plopping my fat cockhead in his mouth.

"Damn, man," I growled. Coach was good at giving head and seemed unfazed by
my girth. Inch after inch sank in and he took a little more on each bob up
and down on my hardon.

I was feeling horny and was worried I was going to blow too soon, but the
man seemed to no when to let off and give gentle, teasing tonguework to my
shaft and let me cool down. Then start the process again.

So he blew me for a good five to ten minutes and when I came it blasted in
his throat. A real huge heavy wad. Coach took it like a trooper, gulping
the copious seed in waves.

When he pulled off and I finally came to, I saw him smiling and the hand
around his exposed dick covered in his own cum. He'd nutted when I blew.

"That was amazing," he said. "You're a stud."

Flattery goes a long way with me and I smiled back, a little smug maybe but
happy to have connected with this man. "You're an amazing cocksucker," I
said. "You should put your talents to use more."

He wiped off his hand and tucked back in. He got a nervous look on his
face. "I can't give you my number," he said. "But I get down here from time
to time in the summer. Maybe I'll see you around again?"

"I think I have a new jogging route," I laughed, and Coach chuckled too.

"I can at least offer you a ride home, if you need one."

I agreed and within ten minutes he was pulling up on my block. He gave my
leg a quick squeeze before I got out of the car. "Thanks again,
stud. You're incredible."

"You, too," I said, and got out.

I was whistling as I walked through my place. It was the first time I'd had
one-time random anonymous sex. It felt awesome.

***

"What did you think of Greg?" Holt asked me as we watched an Orioles-Red
Sox game one night. The Red Sox were crushing the scoreboard so I was in a
foul mood. Holt's question snapped me out of my funk quick.

"Um, he's cute," I answered noncommittal. Cute was an
understatement. Holt's fuckbuddy was super hot, and I had to admit I'd
thought about the guy over the last couple of weeks.

Holt took a sip of his beer. "Dude's into you. Said you were really hot."
He winked as he added, "No accounting for taste."

I laughed, then I couldn't help but ask. "You serious? He said that about
me?"

Holt nodded. "Yep. What do you think of a threeway?"

I was taken by surprise. Holt and I were friends first and fuckbuddies
second and his other sex life was always separate. "You serious?"

"Think about it. I like Greg, and I like your big cock. Match made in
heaven buddy."

"I don't want to angle in on your guy."

He waved his hand to dismiss the idea. "Greg and me aren't serious. I
wouldn't suggest this if we were. I've just thought it would be cool to try
a threesome, I've never done one. If that's not your thing, that's cool."

"Oh no, it sounds awesome," I admitted.

Holt smiled. "Yeah? Cool. You ever done one, McGrath?"

I nodded affirmatively, thinking back to Kevin and Glen, to Dad and our
frat brother trick, or to Jack and Admiral Henson.

"Horndog McGrath," Holt said nodding down to my erection. "Looks like
someone's ready for a Bulldozer special," he said, setting down his bottle
and shimmying to the floor in front of me. He undid the button on my shorts
and unzipped me. He practically cooed as he gripped my fat stalk in his
fingers. "Let's see if I can get your mind off this shitty baseball game,"
he growled and took me in his mouth.

"Oh Holt, buddy," I hissed and leaned back to enjoy some of the best head
ever.  Better than Coach in the park even.


*****

I got out of the shower and was barely in my bedroom when Charlie gave a
gentle knock.

"Yep?" I said. We weren't shy around each other, and particularly on a
night like this it made no sense to cover up.

"Looking hot McGrath," he said, eyeing my bod up and down.

"Thanks, bud," I said. "You too." The summer had been real good to my
physique. My body was hitting a second growth spurt, not extra height at my
age but I started packing on more muscle, getting a fuller build. Coach
Powers was great, giving me a workout that strengthening my core and legs
along with my upper body. My arms practically popped when they flexed. I
was working through adjusting my batting swing with the extra bulk and so
far the results were encouraging.

"You should wear your 'fuck me' shirt," he said, referring to my snug,
faded Virginia Baseball T shirt.

"What about a jock strap," I said, "Too much?"

Holt nodded no. "Oh, he'd go wild for that."

It was fun bonding like this. Weird but fun. Holt inviting his date over
for a threeway. I rifled through my underwear drawer and found a good
strap, slipping it on before putting on some khaki shorts and slipping on
my tight T. I had a matching Virginia Baseball cap, broken in and faded, my
favorite. It was a gift Dad gave me for high school graduation.

It's funny for me baseball was a game, hard work and a serious
endeavor. But it was increasingly sinking in for me how much the whole jock
thing turned other guys on. It was fun to embrace that, it made me feel
sexier.

Particularly when Greg showed up, dressed preppy like before and looking
incredible. He was definitely built and toned, just not athlete built like
me or Holt. To say that he looked at us with desire would be an
understatement.

"I had to pull some favors to get the shift off, but it was worth it." It
turns out Greg worked as a paramedic. We shot the breeze for a while but
clearly our minds were on sex. Holt finally got things started by scooting
down in front of Greg and massaging his cock. The 20-something stud looked
down excitedly and then over at me, with an incredulous expression. "We're
really gonna do this aren't we?"

I nodded and got over to sit on the sofa next to him. Our mouths met and
Greg moaned into our kiss. I knew now that Holt was blowing him and had to
pull back and look. Sure enough, Greg was getting a Bulldozer Special.

"How's the head, buddy?" I asked.

"Amazing," Greg groaned, his eyes staring into mine. Then, as if he decided
he needed to be polite, he added, "You want some?"

I grinned and pulled down my shorts. I heard Greg gasp the minute he saw
the jockstrap, which wasn't doing a good job of containing my large
erection.

Holt didn't miss a beat. He scooted over, pulled my prick out, and took me
in, all the way down his throat in one fell swoop. Admittedly it had taken
him some practice to get to this point and being keyed up helped. But
Holt's a natural talent.

"Fuck!" I growled, excited now that Greg's mouth was kissing my neck,
working his way up slowly until our mouths met again. Hungrier this time,
passionate. This is what makes a threesome so great, I decided, the
multiple sensations, the unpredictability.

Greg was now crouching down, next to Holt eager to taste my dick. He sucked
on my strap first, almost beside himself with lust before Holt passed him
my prick and encouraged him down each slow inch. He didn't have Charlie's
cocksucking ability but it felt awesome.

Holt stood up, erect and exposed now, his leaking prick poking expectantly
toward my face. That's how I knew he was worked up, he never was insistent
like this. I was happy to comply, leaning forward and opening my mouth
around his dick and then bobbing a nice solid BJ motion on him. His fingers
ran appreciatively through my hair as I blew him and Greg blew me.

Finally he stepped back, his cock harder than I'd ever seen it. "Let's take
this to the bedroom, fellas," Holt growled. Greg was like an excited puppy
following him, and truth be told, I was too. Holt peeled off his shirt,
revealing his bulky and beefy backside with a power ass. My fingers were on
the buttons of Greg's button down as he leaned his taut body back into me.

I kicked off my shorts and my strap but decided to leave on my shirt and
cap. My cock thwapped eagerly as I watched Holt and Greg make out, then
Holt turned to me and me and my buddy kissed. Finally Greg and I took our
turn. The dude could kiss, not as well as Lieutenant Grant but he had some
nice technique and the right balance between soft and hard.

When we broke we saw Holt laying back on his bed, lifting his legs and
spreading them. "I want you in me Greg. Like last week." He tossed me the
lube bottle. I was supposed to be the one to lube them up, which was fine
with me. I teased Holt's hole, greasing it and stretching it with my
fingers. I was a little jealous that other men got to bone Holt's ass more,
whereas my size meant it was an occasional thing.

"You a top?" I asked Greg.

"I like both," he answered, staring down at my cock. "I've not taken one
that big, though." I had a feeling Holt told him I preferred to top and
could tell Greg was concerned how this was going to go down.

"I'll go easy, buddy," I assured him. "Trust me."

Our mouths met in another kiss. Greg was really into making out, and I was
really into Greg. Finally I gave him a gentle slap on his bubble butt. "All
right, now go fuck some football player ass."

He was ramrod rigid as he stepped up to the plate. Charlie let out a soft
"oof" as the seven-and-a-half incher penetrated him.

"Goddamnit," Greg swore, "You guys are so hot," he hissed. His hands ran
all along Holt's furry front side, feeling the muscle and the beef as his
hips started their thrusting.

"Fuck me, man," Charlie cried. "Fuck my jock hole."

That really egged Greg on, and he started powering more dick in with each
drive.

"Ah yeah," Charlie cried. "That's it, stud. Fuck me."

i loved seeing how my big football player roommate could slut out for
dick. It was a weird sight but so right at the same time.

My own prick was hard as hell and I slicked it up. Greg gasped as I wrapped
my arms around him, giving him soft kisses on the back of his neck.

"You ready to be the filling in a jock sandwich?" I teased, rubbing my wet
dickhead along his crack.

Greg's apprehension seemed to be going. "Oh God yeah. Put that horse cock
in me."

I applied pressure to his pucker and slowly breached it. Greg sucked in a
gasp of air and halted his fuck thrusts into Charlie, but I held his hips
steady and coaxed him with more kisses to his back. He relaxed and inward
sank my hard bone, boring some fresh territory along the way.

Pretty soon, I was doing the driving. Fucking into Greg's hot ass, and in
turn driving Greg's cock into Holt. I could see Charlie's smile, getting
off on the way Greg' was becoming the star of this show.

"Are two jocks too much to handle, buddy?" I teased, thrusting in hard now.

"Oh God no!" the paramedic cried. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my hole."

I did just that and was rewarded with the cries of his orgasm as he nutted
inside

"Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Fuck' Greg cried, finally overstimulated cock and
ass. I pulled out slowly, giving him relief and the man stepped back,
catching his breath. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed.

I gave him a quick peck but I needed to nut and I knew Holt was left high
and dry. So I shoved Greg out of the way and stepped up to the batter's
box. Holt's pucker was wet and soft and covered with traces of Greg's
cum. I knew the guy had shot a big load and Indeed is pressed inside I felt
a full, heavy deposit of sperm. My dick was pushing that seed deep into the
recesses of the Bulldozer's bowels.

"Oh Christ!" Holt gasped at the deep penetration. The first fuck had
loosened him up but i was still a lot to take.

We fucked with a passion me and my buddy hadn't felt before. Doing it for
an audience definitely egged us on.

"God, I'm hard again," Greg muttered, his voice throaty as he watched me
and Holt mated.

I paused in my out thrust and reached down and grabbed Holt's dick, all
slick with precum. "Wanna climb on to this beauty?" I teased.

Greg gave it a thought, then nodded like an excited kid. "Oh yeah." He
scrambled to straddle Holt's big belly and sat down on the bare cock just
as I resumed my power thrust into Charlie.

Greg was having a good time, I was having a good time, but Charlie was out
of this world feeling my cock in his ass while he boned the handsome
paramedic. "Jesus, guys," he growled. "I can't hold off. I'm gonna
cum....Oh Oh FUCK!" This was the loudest I'd ever heard Holt during sex and
I knew Greg's bowels were full of Bulldozer cream.

I wanted to add my own. I was real close to blowing now and I carefully
extracted my prick while I gripped Greg's hips and guided him up off
Holt. Charlie's dick had barely popped out, all cummy and spent, before my
erection pressed past the relaxed hole.

This time Greg was opened up and ready. On the edge of cumming himself. We
mated hard, at full speed, my dick pounding his hole, him moaning as he
kissed Holt. It would only take a few more strokes and sure enough I
started cumming right as Greg did. I have no idea how big his second load
was but mine was an intense shot of sperm deep inside the guy, to join my
roommates.

It took us a while to recover as we uncoupled and took turns showering
up. As Charlie was taking his turn, Greg looked at me nervously. "I had a
great time," he said. "You're the hottest guy I've ever met."

"You're not bad either, dude," I said. I gave him a soft kiss, and his body
relaxed in my arms as we made out.

"Um..." he started. "Charlie and I aren't serious."

"That's what he told me," I replied, eager the conversation might be going
where I thought it was going.

He took a deep breath. "Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

"Fuck yeah," I growled and kissed him again.

That's how I got my first boyfriend.