Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:14:10 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition ch.29

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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29

New York City
New Year's 2006


It was my first time to New York City and I was overwhelmed, in a good way,
by the city's energy. Particular for New Year's Eve. The weather had taken
a turn for the colder, but people were still out in droves, particularly
anywhere near Times Square.

Holt and Rich had planned this two-night trip and invited me along. I had
hesitations about being the third wheel, especially given we had only one
hotel room, but they urged me to come. It was a good opportunity to hang
out with the guys. I saw them some, but not as much now that Holt was
coupled up and had a real job. I think he was fast leaving his college days
behind him and I was pretty much the only connection he maintained.

Rich knew the city better and was playing impromptu tour guide. We weren't
going to let the cold stop us, but I wish I'd dressed warmer.

We'd sort of had in the back of our minds that we might try to squeeze into
Times Square for New Years but the reality of the crowd, the folks who'd
been staking out a spot all day, made an alternate plan seem better. We
discussed our options as we walked away from Central Park as the winter sun
was starting its descent.

"Somewhere indoors," Holt said as we popped into a coffee shop to warm up.

Thankfully we had dinner reservations, so we rested up a bit at the hotel
room and got ready to go out.

We were in a good mood after dinner and we found our way into an Irish
pub. It started filling up pretty quickly, though, and pretty soon we
barely had room to lift our pint glasses up, much less make it to the bar
for another round. Rich gave a nod toward the door. "Wanna head on?" We
did.

But as we walked around the neighborhood, we found that the bars were
either fancy places with astronomical cover charges or were completely
packed, with lines out the door.

Holt looked as his watch. "10:30," he observed. Maybe we should have
planned things better.

Rich was mulling something over. "I don't know how you guys feel about it,
but I think we can get into one of the gay bars in Chelsea."

Holt looked over at me. "What do you think, McGrath?" I knew Rich had taken
him to gay bars before, and in general he was a lot more comfortable in his
skin. If anything he'd grown more comfortable as he and Rich dated.

"Sure," I said. Yeah, I had some major reservations. For all my sexual
experience, I'd never been to a gay bar, and some part of me was
inexplicably nervous. Being public scared me, though I figured this was New
York an New Years' and no one knew who the fuck I was. "Lead the way."

The doorman gave us a stern look as we walked up to one bar. "You gentlemen
know this is a gay establishment?"

Rich put his arm on Holt's shoulder. "Yeah. This is my boyfriend." Holt
took the initiative and pulled Rich into a quick but tongue-heavy kiss.

The doorman laughed and held up his hands. "All right, I get the
picture. Just keep it in your pants inside, fellas. We run a classy
establishment," he joked. He carded me and Holt and stamped our hands and
soon we were inside a bar that was full but not overly packed.

My heart pounded nervously. I'm not sure I belonged here, in one way. I
mean, it was a different culture, one I knew of but had been distant
from. In another way, I felt at home. Not having to worry. Holt and Rich
enjoyed the atmosphere, I could tell, because they were affectionate in a
way they never were out in public.

On top of it, there was tons of hot guys there. Everywhere. Young guys, old
guys, and in between. Muscular guys and trim guys, beefy or thin. Not
everyone was my type but man, it seemed that everyone in New York was
beautiful.

Holt ordered us a round of shots to help us catch up on our buzz, then we
settled in a corner with our beers and watched the crowd.

"It's your first time in a gay bar, right, McGrath?" Holt asked. "Whaddya
think?"

"It feels a little weird," I admitted, "but it's great."

"Of course you think it's great," Rich deadpanned. "Every fucking eye in
the place is on you."

He was right. Not every eye, but a lot of dudes were looking at
me. Sometimes quick glances, sometimes stares. It was flattering as hell,
and made me stand a little taller. I didn't always have a perspective on
what other men saw in me, but being young, athletic and at least decent
looking, I was increasingly realizing that I had some of what a lot of men
were into.

"Well here's to losing your gay bar cherry," Holt toasted. "They say you
never forget your first," he teased.

"And here's to a great 2006," Rich chimed in and we clinked glasses.

"Hopefully there are more new adventures ahead," I said. For all my
misgivings, previous and present, I was glad these guys got me out of my
comfort zone.

Before we knew it the countdown to midnight was on us. All of a sudden the
house music turned down and the TV sound turned up. Everyone started
counting along with it and finally it was the new year.

Rich and Holt embraced in a passionate kiss, as I looked on, both happy and
a little wistful I didn't have anyone to share the moment with.

Just then I felt a finger tap my shoulder. A handsome man, older and
muscle-built, greeted, "Happy New Year" and put his lips on mine. I kissed
back. Not french kiss but not a quick peck either.

"Everyone needs a kiss a midnight, it's the rules," he winked. "I'm Jeff
and this is my boyfriend Tom." Jeff had dark hair slicked down and parted,
and pale features and blue eyes.

Tom was just as attractive, fit but a little beefier in build than Jeff's
tauter body, and darker looks, maybe Latin or Southern European. "Happy New
Year," he greeted, his brown eyes looking at me plaintively. "Do I get a
kiss, too?"

I laughed and leaned forward and soon I was kissing another stranger. He
was more forward, pushing his tongue against my lips. It opened my lips and
accepted him into my mouth and we made out.

I composed myself when we broke and I hoped Jeff wasn't pissed but he was
looking on with a knowing look on his face. "What's your name, stud?"

"Um, Jim," I said, shaking their hands. I then realized that my friends
were standing next to us, and indeed when I looked over Holt and Rich were
smirking at me. "These are my friends, Charlie and Rich."

We made small talk and Tom went to buy us another round of drinks. I didn't
know what the dynamic was between Jeff and Tom but I was having a
blast. They were older guys, in their 40s, and Jeff was starting to get
some silver in his short hair, but they looked young, too. Model-like. The
beer helped loosen me up but I was definitely attracted to both of them.

At one point, the couple were talking and I fished in my wallet for a few
twenties to get the next round.

Holt's hand landed on my shoulder as he leaned in to talk above the
music. "Think you'll be OK on your own, McGrath? Rich and I were thinking
of having a little alone time."

"Sure, buddy. An hour good? I can stay out longer if I need to."

Holt gave a glance over at our new friends, and I could tell what he was
thinking. But he withheld teasing me. "An hour's good. Stay out as long as
you like." Then grabbing me in a bro hug, he wished me a happy new year one
more time. I gave Rich a good night hug. They said goodbye to our new
friends.

"You dance, Jim?" Tom asked when it was finally the three of us.

"I'm not very good at it," I said. "I have to be pretty drunk before I get
out on the dance floor."

"In that case we're getting the boy a shot," Jeff said to his boyfriend as
he ran his hands along my back. He turned to me, "What's your pleasure,
Jim?"

"Tequila, definitely," I said. In the morning, I'd probably regret drinking
so much, but I was having a lot of fun.

They came back with four shots. "An extra for the man of honor."

"Man of honor?" I laughed.

"The hottest guy in the place," Tom said looking me in the eye. We clinked
glasses and tossed the shots back.

"Nice," I muttered as I felt the alcohol burn and the warmth spread through
me.

Jeff nudged my arm. "All right, number two. I want to see your dance
moves."

I took a second then put down the second shot. I was definitely going from
buzzed to drunk. A nice, giddy, happy drunk.

Tom pulled my arm and soon I was guided right onto the dance floor, with
Jeff following close behind me.

I couldn't dance and I looked like a fool out there, but I didn't care. I
was having a blast. Particularly as Jeff stepped up to me and
muttered. "Yep, hottest guy in the place" before placing his mouth on
mine. We made out as our bodies swayed to the beat. I hadn't kissed him
deeply before but he was a really good kisser, as good as his boyfriend.

Speaking of which, Tom was closing in behind me, wrapping his arms around
my midsection as his groin humped against my ass and his mouth attacked my
neck. I was being sandwiched between these two hot men and I was in heaven.

It got more sexual too, as Jeff's paw gripped the crotch of my jeans,
massaging my erection, and Tom's hands ran up under the hem of my shirt,
feeling my taut abs.

Even drunk, I knew I'd get in trouble like this, so I maneuvered my way out
from between them and got behind Tom, dance-grinding into him like he'd
done me, while he and Jeff made out. Then, Tom and I kissed once more.

"Come back to our place," Tom said as our bodies ground against one
another.

"Yeah?" I asked. Of course the evening was leading up to this, but I was
surprised how easy this was, hooking up with two hot guys. And I'd not had
a threesome since my time with Holt and Greg.

***

The walk back to their condo felt long in the cold wind but being drunk I
didn't feel it as bad. Thankfully, their place was warm.

I wasn't sure how the script was supposed to go, since I'd never been the
third with an established couple. But as our bodies met in their living
room, their arms pulling me into them, our mouth meeting, passing back in
forth in multiple combos, I was turned on as fuck.

Jeff's hand was back on my crotch, kneading my bone, as he turned to
Tom. "He's really hung."

Tom's eyebrows lifted in excitement. He'd not gotten a closer feel at the
club. But he was getting one now, his hand joining Jeff's as the two men
appraised me size. Tom beamed as he looked up from my crotch and into my
eyes.

"Fuck, you're hot!" he slurred a little and started undoing my jeans. Now
Jeff was kissing me, his fingers undoing the buttons of my shirt and
feeling my build through the T-shirt underneath. Just then I felt Tom's
fingers pull down my briefs and his wet mouth descend on my cock. I moaned
into Jeff's mouth. This felt awesome, all around.

Jeff pulled back and watched his partner give me head. Then he watched my
facial expressions as Tom started a suck and bob combo. "Ever had a guy
give you a blowjob?" Jeff asked. I guess I came across as a newbie.

"Oh yeah. Plenty. Your boyfriend's really good at it."

"I'm even better," he winked and we kissed once more. Pulling apart again,
he started pushing Tom's head harder and faster into my crotch. "He doesn't
get to play bottom much," he said, and I realized the implication. Jeff was
mostly to completely bottom and Tom took on top duties.

"God, I'd love to fuck him," I moaned. "I'd love to fuck you both."

With that Tom plopped off my prick and stood up. "Fuck yeah, man," he
growled and held my face in a heated kiss, while Jeff shimmied my jeans and
briefs further and started sucking me. He wasn't lying, he was better than
Tom even.

I finally had to stop the make out session with Tom. "You better pull your
boyfriend off me if you don't want me to cum."

Tom hurriedly nudged Jeff off, who gave one final swipe of my cock before
standing up. "Let's get naked, guys," Jeff said.

Their bodies looked even better nude. I'd seen in-shape men in their 40s,
but Tom and Jeff had the distinctive look of men who kept their bodies
built and religiously toned through the gym and cardio. From Tom's build I
knew he would be muscular but I was surprised how buff Jeff was stripped of
his clothes. His muscles were taut but still hard and bulging all over.

Tom's hands were on my torso, feeling the ridges and light hair on my chest
and abs and finally gripping my cock, which pulsed and leaked in his
hand. "You in college?"

"Yeah. A senior."

Tom's hand gripped my dick. "Oh man, this is nice."

I turned and kissed Jeff now, then alternated back to Tom. "Why don't you
suck him?" I half asked, half ordered and Tom nodded and crouched down to a
classic cocksucking position. I took the other side, putting my hands on
Jeff's bubble butt and prying the buns apart to start rimming him.

"Goddamn!" Jeff hissed. "That's incredible guys." His words encouraged me
to go deeper with my tongue, spearing my way inside his hot hole.

Tom was bobbing up and down steadily now, and I had a feeling it might not
take too much longer to get Jeff off double teaming him like this. I tapped
on Tom's chest to get his attention. He looked at me in a sex daze.

"Where's the lube?" I asked.

Tom grinned big. "Table by the bed, on the left."

I stood up and fetched the lubricant and flipped off the cap. I gave a
couple of squirts and started rubbing the liquid up the length of my prick.

Tom was licking Jeff's ball sac while I positioned myself behind the
standing man. Jeff was a practiced bottom so it didn't take much fuss for
me to enter him, though I think he did have to relax to accommodate my
size. "Fuck me," he growled once I'd worked my way in, and I complied,
grabbing his hips and pushing my dick all the way inside him. He was hot
and snug, and I thanked the heavens at that moment for the gift of male
ass. I pulled out and thrust in again.

We were fucking, and Tom was back to sucking his boyfriend. As good as this
felt for me, I was still warming up and this fuck was about Jeff. Getting
him off. To amplify his feelings, I started running my hands along the
front of his body as I fucked from behind. Pounding him with heavy thrusts
now.

"Oh fuck, oh man," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum, guys." I love feeling a man
as he orgasms, the excitement and strain pulsing through his body. And from
the sounds of Tom gulping down Jeff's ejaculation, I gathered he enjoyed
being on the receiving end of a man's orgasm, as well.

As we uncoupled Jeff turned around to kiss me in appreciation. "You didn't
cum," he observed feeing my still hard and slick-up cock.

"No, that's for Tom." I looked over at beefier boyfriend, who grinned back
with a hint of apprehension.

"Go easy on me, man," he said. "I'm not as experienced bottoming."

"I will," I said. "Why don't you lie face down?"

I could sense the man's apprehension as he did just that. I wanted to eat
out his hot, meaty ass real bad, so I did just that. Crouching above him,
and going to town, licking and tonguing and munching his hole. Tom might
not have been as experienced a bottom, but he responded to the rim job even
more than Jeff, bucking his hips back into my face and grinding his hole
against my mouth. I could have stopped at that point and just mounted him,
but I kept at it, licking and feasting on him, while Jeff looked on,
stroking his renewed boner.

"Jesus, man," Tom cried. "Eat me out, guy."

I didn't want to give the man any time to get nervous again, so in one
smooth motion I came up and started working my cockhead into his relaxed
hole, while kissing his neck. "Relax, man, just let me in. I'm not gonna
rush you."

He was turned on now, bucking his hips back against me as more cock entered
him. Slowly, still, but steady in its forward motion. Jeff's hole had felt
great, but Tom's was fucking tight and the friction felt incredible against
my bone.

I paused at the full entry, but just a second. I wanted to fuck bad now,
and I was having a hard time with restraint. So I started thrusting into
the muscle guy. Gradually picking up steam, I leaned up and placed my hands
on his upper arms to hold his chest down, as I pounded him.

I heard his deep groans turn to a whimper and then his hand snaked down to
his crotch. He wanted to get off.

"That's it," I hissed. "Get off, man. Jack off with my fucking cock
drilling your hole." My body was in overdrive now, in a full-body, rapid
fuck. I was surprised Tom could take it, but as he jerked off, I fed off
his need, and my own, and just went to town. The second I heard his
orgasmic grunts, my own cum arrived in full force, spurting heavily into
his insides.

I collapsed on his body and gave a soft kiss to his neck. "Thanks, man,
that was incredible." Between the sex and alcohol my body felt hot and
flushed and spent. Slowly, I gathered the energy to roll off him.

"Lie right there," Jeff urged as he started rimming his boyfriend, going
for my fresh load with his tongue. All the while he jerked wildly on his
dick, eager to get a second nut.

I thought I'd help him out. Going around to kneel behind him, I guided my
still mostly-stiff rod into his lubed hole. I didn't have the energy for a
heavy fuck but instead just sawed gently in and out as he ate my muck from
Tom's ass. It did the trick. Within a minute flat, Jeff was coming once
more, moaning wildly into Tom's crack as he did.

We gathered ourselves and I took a piss, briefly splashing water on my face
to cool down.

When I sauntered back out to the bedroom, I picked up my briefs and stepped
into them. "Thanks, guys, that made my New Year's."

Tom looked embarrassed now. "Yeah, it was fun. You OK getting a cab back to
your hotel?"

I nodded. "I'm fine." I was still drunk but had enough wits about me to get
back.

Jeff stepped up and gave me a quick peck. "You made our New Year's too,
stud."

I dressed and bundled up for the cold.

"I'll walk you out," Tom said, slipping on sweats and a hoodie as Jeff went
to clean up. He escorted me down the hall toward the stairs. "Thanks for
tonight, Jim," he said, his hand patting my shoulder. "I don't often get a
chance to bottom."

"You enjoyed it," I said, half as a question half as an observation.

He nodded. "I don't know if you satisfied my itch or made it worse."

We stopped on the next landing down the stairs. Both reading each other's
minds. Our faces met again, in a soft but sensual kiss. Both Jeff and Tom
were smoking hot guys and I enjoyed fucking both, but something about Tom
just clicked with me, and I gathered he was more of the driving force
behind this threeway.

Maybe my judgment wasn't the best, nor Tom's, but we made out in the
stairwell, not eager to break off. We fed off each other's desire, getting
more into our kiss.

His hand gripped my crotch. "You're hard again."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You able to come again?"

"Probably." I smiled.

Tom pushed me gently against the wall and knelt down in front of me,
undoing my jeans and fumbling with my briefs to free my dick.

"Damn, your cock is beautiful," he hissed and took me in his mouth.

It was partly the impetuousness of the situation but Tom's head felt even
better than before. He was eager to blow me and I loved looking down and
seeing this handsome, older man giving me head. I suppose it was risky
doing it right here on the stairs but it was late and we'd probably hear if
anyone was coming.

Still, I knew not to hold back. I conjured every sexual thought in my
head. I thought of my first load that was probably dripping out of Tom's
hole right then. I thought of how much this hot guy wanted my cum. I pumped
his cocksucking mouth with gentle thrusts of my dick.

My fingers were on his head and I pushed him down a little on me as I
spurted into his mouth. Not as copious a load as before but that nut felt
great.

Tom was all smiles he stood up and kissed me, slowly and almost
romantically. "Thanks," he said. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year," I grinned back, tucking myself in and zipping back up.

"I gotta get back."

"Yeah," I acknowledged.

But we didn't part immediately but made out some more.

Finally, he slipped from my grip, leaving me smiling dumbly and drunken at
him. "Time for me to go?" I teased.

He nodded, giving me a "you're killing me" look of exasperation.

"All right," I said starting down the steps. "Good night, Tom."

"Good night, Jim."

And I went out into the cold air and the first wee hours of 2006, one of
the most important years of my life.