Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 03:02:07 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 7 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) Another episode in the story of Jim McGrath. Let me know what you think, or any story suggestions at billdrake@hotmail.com. More of my stories available at the Authors page of Nifty archive, or at the Yahoo Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/ WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male adults. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. Naval Tradition Jim's Story 7 Coming of Age Norfolk, Early Fall 2001 I guess you're wondering when I lost my cherry. It was the Fall of my senior year, and everything was going my way. Our spring season had by now really caught everyone's attention. The local newspaper ran a profile on me, championing me for the town's new interest in high school baseball. There was talk of college programs and scouts and scholarships. My body was really starting to come into its own, as well, taking on the mass and definition of a college baseball player. Coach had me cross-training with both the football team and wrestling squad - I didn't excel in either sport, but the jogging, lifting and drills kept me solid and conditioned for the off season. And then there was the sex. I had enjoyed a fantastic summer sowing my oats and discovering what mansex was all about. I still was seeing Kevin, my summer Navy friend, pretty regularly. Sometimes it was just for a jog along the boardwalk. But most of the time we found our way back to his apartment for some heavy action. Kev loved to swing on my fat stalk. Since I loved his blowjobs, that wasn't a problem, and much of the time, I'd be content to shuck my shorts and let this warrant officer go to town. And, occasionally, when we had more time and Kevin was really worked up, I'd grease up, bend him face down, kick his legs apart and sink my rudder home into his butch Navy guts. All this time, and with the stray encounters I had, I'd stuck with being the fucker. Don't think I didn't consider what it'd be like to get fucked. Alone in my room, I'd masturbate to whatever fantasy filled my head, whatever imaginary man wedged himself between my thighs and thrust into me. I'd lift my legs and let my left hand drift downward, past my heavy balls, past the dusting of hair along my perineum, to circle around my clamtight virgin rosebud. I'd tease and tease til finally one afternoon I got up the courage to slick my finger up with lube and breach my hole. My experiments grew. Home alone after school before Dad got home, I'd rummage through drawers and raid the fridge. I tried a carrot, first, smeared with Crisco. It was tough squeezing in past my sphincter, but eventually I did. The first time it just hurt. The second time I was able to relax by thinking of Coach Weir; before I knew it I'd worked half the carrot up my butt. The third time, I hit my prostate just right and knew what the big deal was. Quickly I shot a powerful load drenching me from chin to my stomach. Eventually, I settled on the tool that sent me off best: one of Dad's longneck beer bottles, which I rinsed out thoroughly and coated in Vaseline. I felt like a perverted fuck for diddling myself with inanimate objects, but it felt too good to give up. Besides, I was curious as hell now. I knew I'd have to put my intense jackoff sessions on hold when school started backed up. There was after-school practice and training that kept me pretty busy. And come October I started thinking heavily about college, studying for my admissions test, researching schools and athletic programs. Coach W helped me immensely and through his contacts had a couple of recruiters coming after me. Soon I had a couple of schools in the area to visit. "Why don't you stay with Jack?" Dad asked when he heard I was considering Georgetown. His best friend, Jack Grant, was recently quartered in DC, and lived alone with a spare bedroom. "Sure," I replied. Truth was, I'd rather have the chance to enjoy the city unchaperoned. I'd considered trying to bluff my way into one of Washington's gay bars, or at least make it to Dupont Circle, which I'd read was the gay part of town. I kept thinking of Dan, my hotel hookup, and how he seemed to come from a world that was miles removed from my existence in Norfolk. Realistically, though, the only options were a day trip or staying with my father's navy officer friend. So Dad made the arrangements and one chilly October Thursday after school I drove up to DC. I found Jack's place without too much difficulty. I had packed in a simple duffle bag, which I slung over my shoulder as I walked the block and a half to his apartment. I don't know exactly what I was expecting a weekend spent with Dad's colleague and friend to be like. But, fuck! When Lt. Jack Grant answered the door, my heart pounded and my stomach fell to my knees. Before me stood the most gorgeous specimen of navy-conditioned masculinity. I'd seen Jack plenty growing up, and it was the same Jack, only in a different light. I saw him as a sexual being this time: tall, passing the 6'4" mark by a hair, and his youthful late-30s looks were offset by a deep tan, the hint of crow's feet around his sparkling blue eyes and a silver pall on his short blonde hair. In all my memory, I'd only seen him in his Naval officer uniform, but now he was clad only in a sweat-drenched T-shirt and running shorts. The cascading mounds of hard beef was evident. He must have packed 210 pounds of hard flesh on his frame. "Jim! Great to see you, guy!" Jack beamed as he clasped me in a tight hug that sent my insides in knots. Fuck, how was I gonna get through this weekend? "Forgive my appearance, I just got back from a jog... just about to jump in the shower, if you don't mind waiting. Then we can grab a bite to eat." "Nah, I don't mind," I could barely reply as I felt his broad hand slap my back paternally before our bodies parted again and the feel, heat and smell of the lieutenant's flesh pressed to mine was just a memory seared into the primal depths of my short-circuited brain. I made my best effort to act like everything was normal as he peeled off his soaked shirt and entered the bathroom. His back was sinewed and symmetrical in its strength, his powerful torso covered neck to crotch in more of his silver-blonde hair. As he showered I plopped on the couch and shut my eyes, trying to think of the least sexy thing I could imagine. ********* Over dinner I caught Jack up on school, my interest in a baseball career and college plans. He knew a lot about my life, and I said as much. "Don't forget your Dad and I talk every week... Slugger," he winked at me. I wouldn't say that Dad's nickname for me was a secret, but it was something special between us, that only those close to the family would know. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But I think about it, and I realize I don't know what you do, what a lieutenant does, for instance, or what you do here in DC, even if you have a girlfriend." "Too many questions at once!" he laughed. "Don't worry, Jim. When you get to be my age, you'll have friends that follow what your kids are doing and you'll be talking about theirs." When we got back to his place, I wanted to stay up and talk more, to find out more about my father's friend, but he announced it would be an early evening for him. "I got a 7:30 teleconference, Jim, so I'm gonna hit the hay. And you probably have a big day tomorrow." He showed me the guest room and where the towels were, and gave me keys and a map so I could leave and get around on my own tomorrow. "Good night, Jim," he finally announced after brushing his teeth and stripping down to a pair of boxers. In the low, incandescent light, his down-covered chest looked even more magnificent. "Thanks, Jack, Good night." That night, I went to bed with the biggest hardon, which I didn't dare touch. ********* The next day went well. Jack went off to work and I made my way over to the campus. At some point during the visit, I could tell that Georgetown wasn't the right "fit" for me, as my guidance councilor would say. The coaching staff I talked to were brief, but nice and encouraging. It was clear that baseball wasn't a huge sport there, I realized. I wasn't sure what I should be "shopping" for, but I enjoyed wandering around, absorbing the college vibe. Besides, even getting a glimpse of the varsity athletes in the training room made my blood pump. I knew that one day the sight of strapping, pumped up young jocks working on their bodies would seem almost ordinary to me, the way that my own lockerroom experiences did to me now. But I lusted after every single one of those athletes I saw that day. At one point I stepped into a bathroom stall and just unzipped and let out my hard cock. I stroked and caressed its length, teasing the sensitive head, thinking about how huge my load was going to be when I got home and could finally have a nice, long whackoff session. ********* "Mind if we order dinner in, Jim?" Jack had asked me on the phone as I returned back from Georgetown. "It's been a hell of a day... besides, I thought we could watch the playoffs." Neither of the teams playing were my favored for the playoffs, but you didn't have to twist my arm to stay in and watch baseball. So Jack and I ended up eating Chinese takeout. "Don't tell your Dad," Jack said as he plopped an ice-cold beer bottle down in front of me. It wasn't my first beer - by a longshot - but it was the tastiest. It felt just right, sitting there watching the ballgame with this man. We shot the shit about life, my career, his time in the service, dating. It was like despite our age difference and the fact he was my dad's friend - despite his rank - it boiled down to just two guys speaking the international language of beer and sports. Jack made me feel grown up, like a normal guy. Normal, that is, in every way but one. I desired him. Bad. The alcohol loosened me up a bit, and I found myself staring, fixated on Lieutenant Jack Grant. He had changed from his uniform and was sitting in just a tight stretched T shirt and a flimsy pair of shorts. Our legs touched as we sat side by side on the loveseat: how I wished I hadn't been wearing jeans so I could feel the downy blonde hair that ran down the striated muscle in his thighs. Occasionally I took the opportunity to pat his leg or give a slight punch to his arm, as he was doing to me. With him, it seemed innocent; with me, it was an excuse to touch this marvelous piece of God-forged flesh next to me. Sometimes Jack would pause and look into my eyes as if he were trying to read me. I played my best poker face and acted normal, all the while soaking in the firm lines of his face, his sun-bleached blonde eye brows, his icy blue eyes. "Glad you could make it up for a visit, Jim," "Well, thanks for putting me up, sir." "Anything for one of Bob's boys." I don't think anyone but Jack called Dad Bob, or even was allowed to. By now it was the ninth inning and four beers into the game. We sat real close. "Man, you've grown up, Jim," Lt. Grant muttered, his arm now resting on my shoulder, his hand caressing the nape of neck, nudging under the collar of my ringer T to feel my delts. We inched forward. It wasn't awkward or ill-timed. We just knew we wanted it. His hot, dry lips fastened to mine. It was intense, but slow-burning. Jack Grant knew how to kiss. Sensual, deep and demanding all at once. This was by far the best kiss I'd ever experienced. Part of it was wanting it so bad, worse than I'd ever, even that first time with Dan. But Lt. Grant knew what he was doing. The floodgates opened and I reached over and clawed at every bit of Jack's body my hand would reach. I gripped and teased the tight muscle underneath. I could make out every contour... the scratch of his chest hair rustled and the microscopic bumps radiating out from his nipples underneath, the fat, juicy nips hardening into eraser nub spikes under my touch. All the while Jack caressed my neck and shoulders and took command of my oral cavity with his talented tongue. His mouth dislodged from mine and traveled along my neck and chin. I think it reached my ear at the same time my hand dug beneath the waist band of his shorts and touched an erect, eager cock. I shuddered, violently. Jack leaned back and looked me hard in the eye, lust and emotion boiling over. "Damn," he grunted from a turned up corner of his thin-lipped mouth, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. "Your father would have my nuts strung up from a lamppost if he knew." "He's not gonna," I croaked, my ballplaying fingers circling their grip on his superhot shaft. The lieutenant wasn't overly hung, but at that moment his ramrod straight six inch cut piece was a totem of manly perfection. I used the leverage of my arm to push the elastic band down beneath his furry nuts, which I took a second to explore with my thick fingers. Then I gripped the nylon fabric and shucked down his shorts and denuded the hunk from the waist down. The vision was exquisite and every thing I expected. Nice, lush blonde curly hair everywhere, but not so much it obscured the lines of Jack's Navy-fit muscles or his beautiful ball and tackle. Before he could react I knelt down on the carpet between his spread legs. "Jim! Maybe..." Or maybe not. I plopped the dew-moist tapered head in my mouth and went to town. This is what I craved right then: to show this man respect. To make his dick feel terrific as fuck. So I sucked, I licked, I corkscrewed that shaft down my through to tickle my gullet. Damn, I wanted him like nothing else. And Jack was the right size for sucking, and I was able to swing a nice, comfortable pace there between his sculpted thighs, bobbing my head up and down eating that officer dick. "I can't believe this shit... Bob McGrath's boy sucking me off. Fuck!" The smell emanating from his crotch - sweet and musky in a subtle way - egged me on, and I felt my throat constrict and undulated against his hardened member. Jack responded appreciatively, and as his fingers dug into my neck and shoulders and as his wide hand spanned the cropped hair on my head, I knew he was relaxing into the head job. Suddenly, he grapsed my head and pulled me off. His prick, wet and shiny, pulsed heatedly in front of me. I caught my breath and savored the view. For an average sized man, Jack Grant had large, round gonads hanging from his cockstalk. I gave those big nuts a swipe or two with my tongue. "Ease up, Jim. I was about to blow." "I was hoping you would," I replied. "Damn, little sailor, you're an eager pup," he teased, rubbing my hair. "But I was hoping that load could go somewhere else." I stopped breathing momentarily and leaned back on my haunches. Jack looked at me expectantly, I could see his heart beating underneath his tight T-shirt. "My butt?" I asked tentatively. I sat back and spread my legs. My cock throbbed uncomfortably in my jeans. I wasn't turned off by the idea of getting fucked by Jack Grant, but the idea sure as hell scared the shit out of me. This was no longer my bedroom fantasy but real. "Yah. You game?" "Will it hurt?" "Jeez, you're virgin aren't ya? From that suck job you just gave I wasn't sure." "I've done that before. Even screwed a guy. Just never..." "I'm sure I'm gonna get a special place in hell for what I'm about to say Jim, but damn I'd love to break your ass in tonight." I didn't reply, just stared at his cock, which bounced back and forth with the pulse of his heartbeat. The head was beet-red and sopping wet from my spit and his dick lube. "I'll go easy, I promise. It may hurt a little, but nothing you can't take, Jim. I know you, you're ready for it. Fuck, a guy who can kiss and suck cock like you is ready to go all the way. How bout it, bud?" Realizing words weren't enough to persuade me, he held my face in his hands and leaned forward to give me the most intense kiss possible. My own hand circled around and rubbed against the blonde-gray bristle as we made out. My head spun, my dick throbbed and my asshole twitched. He had me. "All right," I capitulated. "Yeah?" he beamed like the Cheshire Cat. Guiding my hand to his cock, he led me in feeling up his slick shaft. "Feel how turned on I am by you, Jim? That's for you, because of you." "Really?" "Man, you don't know how hot you are. Let's go to the bedroom." There, we tore at each other's clothes. Jack whistled as my torso was bared. "You got a great bod, Jim," he whispered in my ear between tongue fucks. He shoved his two beefy hands down into my jeans and clasped my asscheeks with a powerful grip. "And I can't wait to rim that tight butt of yours." I looked at him quizzically. "What's that?" He just smiled. "Boy, you're in for a treat." Gently he pushed me onto his king-sized bed. "Turn over," he ordered, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. I hesitated a second, then did as he said. I felt him shift behind me and his hands circle down to undo my belt and zipper. Roughly he yanked down my jeans and briefs to expose my midsection. "Jim, my man, you got one perfect bubble ass on ya," Jack said appreciatively as his hands roamed the full round surface of my bare cheeks. They kneaded my gluteal muscle - now developed into a formidable mass from all the squats and ballplaying and early morning runs I'd subjected them to - and Jack's forefingers and thumbs pushed down deep into the crevice. "Fucking jackpot," he whispered. I began to feel his breath on my backside, tickling the hairs crawling up between my ballsac and my hole. He was close now. "Here's what a rim job is, Jimmy boy." Defensively, I tensed up my glutes. "Easy," he reassured me, running his long hand along the small of my back. "Just relax." I did the best I could but still looked back over my shoulder. I watched uneasily as Jack knelt further between my legs, not stopping or hesitating even, just pushing forward til his slight beak nose, then his chin and finally his mouth buried themselves into my asstrench. "Jesus!" I cried when I realized what was going on. He was going to fucking lick my shithole! I'd heard the words "buttkisser" and "asslick" tossed around as insults, but it never occurred to me that anyone did it, much less willingly. To say Jack was willing is an understatement, however. I said it before, but the man knew what the fuck he was doing. First exploratory licks around the rim of my steeltight pucker. Then soulful kissing. Next gentle prodding of his oral muscle against the hole, teasing and fluttering. And nice, lapping strokes that drove me wild. I lay there and gripped his sheets and surrendered to the most amazing feelings I'd experienced ever. He paused and leaned back a hair. His breath tickled my now fluttering jock anus. "I take it you like that?" "Gawd, yeah," I grunted breathlessly as he dove back in. He went long and deep the next ten, fifteen minutes. Actually, I lost track of the time, I was awash in intense feelings in my ass and in my cock, which was rubbing against the bedsheet. Finally, just when I thought I was going to explode, Jack stopped. He eased up on his haunches and wiped the spittle off his gorgeous face. "That's what my buddies and I call a 'marine salute'!" he joked. I shuffled my body on the bed, still reeling from the sensations down there. "Jeez, feel free to salute me all night, Lieutenant." "With all due respect, I don't think the cadet's ready for the full treatment," he winked. "I think that gun of yours is liable to go off any second." "Yeah, I'm afraid I'm already making a mess of your sheets," I pointed to my dripping cock. Living as a teenager made you paranoid about having semen stains on the sheets, though Dad never said anything about them. "Don't worry, Jim, that's part of the fun. But let me take care of that for you." Effortlessly he flipped me over and licked my salty sap from the head of my cock. He gave a couple of quick sucks then pulled back. "There, buddy," he smirked as he pushed my legs up. "Now you can drip all you want to." And with that he dove back down and started rimming again. This angle wasn't quite as good, but this way I could see his face disappear between my spread thighs. Have gave another intense but short tongue bath to my nether region, then Jack rose up and reached for a bottle of lube on the bed side. I stared up at him, glorious in his erection, as he poured the gel on his hand. "Easy, buddy," he cooed as the first slick finger suck right into my chute. I was horny and relaxed, and Jack sank right into the third knuckle. "Ooh yeah, this butt wants to be bred." Then came another finger. It was like before, alone in my bedroom, when I'd experimented. My ass welcomed the invaders, then clenched, then relaxed. Jack grunted in horniness and I responded, hiking my ass up into his commanding hand. "Jesus, that feels good," I moaned. "How about this?" the lieutenant asked as a third long finger sank in next to the other two. Wow. I felt full now. Not too uncomfortable, but definitely stuffed. When I adjusted, he started frigging my hole with his expert digits, digging into the lining of my rectum and tantalizing the nerves there. He touched something deep inside and I wanted more. Wantonly, I spread my muscled jock legs wider and pushed up. His fingers penetrated a hair deeper. Jack laughed and started jackhammering my inner passage to work me up. "I take that as a yes?" "Gawd, Jack, what are you doing?" "That's your buttnut. Time to pull out the big artillery, Jim." With that he removed his fingers and stepped up to position. His spike-hard cock nudged at my gate, which suddenly clenched in apprehension. Thankfully, Jack didn't give it time to clamp shut, he pushed right in, til he'd breached the tightness and wedged his dickhead in the warmth of my guts. I gave a loud "oof" and sucked in a deep breath. "There... easy Jim... I'm not gonna rush ya. I'm already past the gates, boy, it's smooth sailing from there... Gonna sink slowly in, just like you want Jim" Indeed, as he talked his prick slowly entered me, like a knife through soft butter. It stretched me, but felt good, like a slow steady filling up from the inside. I ran my hands up his obliques and latched onto his lat muscle. The hardness turned me on, fuck everything about this man turned me on. I was glad our position allowed me to look into this face, those eyes. His expression of determination and lust turned something inside of me - I don't know what - and made just want to get fucked. To take him all the way. It wasn't merely psychological. No longer meeting resistance, Jack's beautiful prick pushed home and I felt the hardness of his pubis press up against my backside. "I'm in, Slugger. You got your lieutenant buried all the way in ya now. How does it feel to be deflowered?" "Fantastic!" I moaned. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better he withdrew a couple of inches and thrust back in. My eyes rolled back and I saw stars of pleasure, volts that flashed through my body. So this was what getting fucked meant! I'd seen Kevin take it so gleefully and, while grateful for a piece of ass, I didn't fully understand. Now I did. My personal Navy officer read my emotions perfectly and thrust in again. And again. It was like he know what I could take and when I was ready to take it. Slowly and deliberately at first, we slowly built up speed. Jack fucked and I bucked, til we were rutting our brains out. Then he stopped to a standstill and started all over again with long, slow strokes as he swooped down to kiss me. If the hard fucking felt fantastic, the deep treatment was out of this world. Jack worked me like that, varying pace, even varying his stroke technique from gentle caress to straight-on shafting to side-to-side to corkscrew to nuts-to-butt pounding. Each one drove me higher, til finally my fingers curled into his vascular bicep muscle and my cock rose up at a 30 degree angle and spewed its stuff all over me. I didn't even know a hands-free orgasm was possible, but there I was shooting my jock-juice shrapnel everywhere, coating my ripped torso and meaty pecs with the stuff. He wasn't far behind. Roughly grabbing my thighs he bucked in and out of my orgasming hole. "Holy tight fuck! Dicking Jim fuckin' McGrath. Gonna spoil that virgin butt. Oh shit, here it comes, stud, can't fucking hold back!" Warm cascades of man lava filled my guts. I never before felt so connected to another person as that moment when Jack Grant knelt above me between my spread legs and held still, grunting and sperming his hunky officer load into me. He bent forward to give a long, slopppy kiss and we rolled around, my untangling my legs, him easing his softening prick from my now used hole. I felt empty and slightly sore, but mostly happy. "Jack," I asked as we lay there side by side in afterglow. "are you dating anyone?" "Why do you ask?" "Just wondering. Before when we talked, I know I pretended to like girls, and I wasn't sure..." "I stick with men, if that's what you're asking. I don't have a boyfriend now. I do have a fuckbud, I guess you'd call him, though sometimes I worry it's a little more." "What do you mean? What's a fuckbud?" I felt dumb, but sometimes you just gotta ask. "A fuckbuddy? A guy that you have sex with on a regular basis. It's not romantic, it's just sex. You know, 'friend with benefits', though sometimes there's really not a friendship outside the bedroom." "That's cool. You got one?" "Yeah, this married guy... Yeah, I know, I'm a schmuck, but it just sort of happened and fuck, it's intense. He just comes by when he's horny and can get away from the wife. I never tell him no." We talked a bit about me, and I filled him in on my experiences til now. They'd been great, but I knew I was looking for something more. Maybe a fuckbud, but maybe more. "Don't worry, Jim, you'll meet him. You're young yet... hell, you're just in high school. And you know what you want, which is a head start on most guys. Just enjoy having fun while you can." ********* When I woke the next morning I was still there in Jack's bed as he stood above me, toweling off from his shower. "Morning, sleepyhead." Damn, he's one gorgeous stud, I thought, but I barely registered anything before he hopped up in bed and swung his beefy officer bod around to face my feet. I looked up as he removed the towel from his waist. Two, dew-moist melons of naval ass muscle jutted out above my head. He lowered his behind slowly. "Whaddya say, Jim? Want to give it a try? You don't have to, just..." My jock hands on his butt shut him up. I leaned up and kissed the right cheek, then the left. Then again. He bucked back gently, and I marveled how a man could be this hot. There was only one man in my mind that topped Jack Grant in sheer perfection and that was my own father. Rapidly I shut the thought out of my mind. Instead, sex called. I nuzzled my face into the clean, wet trench and held still. It was time. Nervously my tongue shot forth, almost on its own will. The second it connected with his sphincter, it was like "Oh yeah!" I was home. This was the epitome of mansex, and I felt my cock surge as I gave way and started rimming Jack like their was no tomorrow. I'm sure I didn't have his technique, but I'm pretty sure I matched his enthusiasm. Jack responded by hoisting his frame into prime position to get eaten out. I obliged. "Yeah, Slugger's an ass man, all right," he growled. Lick that hole." I heard the squirt of the lube bottle then felt a slick hand circle my hot prick. It jacked up and down the length as I drove my tongue in and out, and around, Jack's hole. The sensations were too much and soon I felt the orgasm coursing through me, from my balls up the stalk of my shaft and finally exploding out. Jack rose up and turned around. His torso was slicked down with a full film of my spunk. The look in his eye was pure sex. My eyes traveled down to his hard cock and hairy balls as he flogged away. The cock surged to full glory, the head expanded, and the pissslit dilated wide open. The next thing I knew, hot astringent ropes of the lieutenant's jism was searing my face. He painted me with ten full shots before they died down. Finally he raised up on his haunches and wiped his sweaty brow. "Fuck, that was intense. You're a natural, Jim. That rim job was fantastic. Bet you'll make a great top. Hell, maybe you are already." I felt pleased as we both hopped in the shower. ********* We'd barely dressed and had eaten breakfast when the doorbell rang. A large-framed, ruddy-complected bull of a man dressed in an officer uniform entered as Jack opened the door. He stopped when he saw me. "Sorry, Jack, I didn't realize you had company." "No problem, sir. Captain, this is Jim McGrath, Commander McGrath's boy. He's up visiting schools to apply for. Jim, Captain Bill Henson, US Navy. "Pleased to meet you, son." We shook hands and I noticed two things immediately: the wedding band on his hand and the smoldering brown eyes with flecks of green that drew me in. This was a man that was powerful and had the confidence to go with his position. "Pleased to me you, sir," I replied in my most polite voice. The Captain's eyes positively twinkled as he temporarily removed his cap. Underneath was straw-blonde hair cropped longer than Jack's. Standing in front of these two military gods, I felt inadequate. We shot the shit for a minute before he took his departure. "Well, I won't bother you gentlemen. "Jack, I'll be at the office if you want to drop by." "Sure thing, Captain." "Best of luck in your search, son," he bid me as he left us. Later, as I was about to leave to go back to Norfolk, I asked Jim if the Captain was the fuckbuddy he was telling me about. "Yeah, Jim, he is. I should know better than to get involved with a married guy like Henson, but," he paused with a sheepish grin that was adorable on his butch Naval officer face, "well, let's just say he does things to me no one else can." "You going over to his office after I leave?" Part of me was jealous, after all Jack had just taken my cherry and at that moment I idolized him above all else. "Yeah. I probably will. Look Jim, come here." He opened his arms up and I met him in a tight embrace. He patted my back and whispered in my ear. "You may not believe it, but last night was special for me, too. I'm honored that a fine young man like you would let me be his first." We let go and faced each other. Jack gave me a kiss that made me melt. I thought about it all the way back home.