Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2018 18:14:42 -0500 From: Kenneth Kirk Subject: Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 2 This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by Nifty.org as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author. As this is erotic fiction featuring male to male sexuality, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once. I hope you enjoy this story, which concerns the sexual awakening and development of Jody through his college years and early career in the Navy. To add realism to the story, much of the story is set in real cities, college campuses, Naval bases, and places of business. No implication that these places are accepting of homosexuality is implied. Should you visit any of them, please maintain normal caution and do not assume you will be accepted. This story is the backstory of a character who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2018, titled The Deputy Boys Book 1: Gary's Senior Year. Jody's story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy! Kenneth Kirk Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 2 The rest of that summer passed in a rather dull blur as I spent my workdays in the bowels of the Sears back office interacting with Mrs. Harris, the manager of Accounting, and with Doris Nelson, a 40-ish accountant who always looked at me as if I was a grade-A porkchop. I spent most of my time on weekends hanging out with Mom and Dad, except for going out with my high school friends on some Friday or Saturday nights. We saw a few movies, ate some pizza, drank a few beers when someone could get them for us, or played contentious games of Risk or Monopoly in Harry's basement. In preparation for future tryouts for the baseball team at UNC, I decided to build my strength as much as I could before school started. I went on a high-protein diet and took a two-mile run every morning. I made a deal with the owner of a gym not far from our house so I could work out each evening after supper for free in exchange for cleaning up the parking lot and mowing a small patch of grass every Thursday evening. When I started I was curling 40 pounds and pressing 80 but by the end of the summer I was curling 60 and pressing 130. At odd moments during the weeks after my encounter with Len, I mulled over this new experience and pondered what it meant for me. I thought a lot about Len and how super-looking he was. I decided he would be beautiful, gorgeous even, if he wasn't too masculine to be described that way. There was not one thing about Len that wasn't as manly as the Marlboro Man. Hell, he was more of a man than Butch or Sundance in that wonderful movie from last year. That made me wonder. Butch and Sundance always seemed to prefer spending time together rather than with the fetching Etta Place. Were the two outlaws also lovers? Like Len and me, maybe? By far my favorite time of the day was a toss-up between right after waking, right after getting home from work, or right before going to sleep. Those were the times I would hide in my room, liberate my dick from my briefs, and pound out a load as I remembered those few times with Len's great cock in my mouth. I tried to hold on to memories of the power in his steely shaft, of how he groaned and cried out when he came, and of how special his cum tasted as it blasted onto my tongue. My orgasms were always powerful as I imagined taking Len again and again. A few times I imagined him sticking that huge cock into my ass, but I failed to imagine how that could feel good, although inexplicably the concept seemed to turn me on big time. It was early August before I realized I had unconsciously adopted Len's own orgasm schedule of three times a day: morning, afternoon, and night. That realization made me feel a bit strange, like I was no longer in control of my own body. I also understood that I wasn't completely in control of my heart. Or was it my mind? I couldn't stop thinking about Len, hoping I could really be with him again (and again) and worrying that when I was back at school he would pretend nothing had happened between us. Even though it was still uncomfortable to admit, even just to myself, that I am completely, hopelessly queer, I knew I would do anything to be with Len. Anything. Any thing. A few weeks before I was scheduled to go to Chapel Hill, Mom and I spent a weekend visiting Grandma, Aunt Harriet, and Gary in Sylva, which was about a 3-hour drive west of Charlotte. The town was nothing special, but the location in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina was really peaceful. Gary was still a couple of months away from his twelfth birthday and seemed like a tall boy, but not yet like an adolescent. Gary and I tossed a softball around and played Monopoly for a while. On Saturday afternoon, we went to the same pool where I had encountered the kid in the revealing white swimsuit several years before. He wasn't there this time, but we had a good time anyhow. I bunked in Gary's room in the mobile home he shared with Harriet while Mom took Grandma's guest room in the big house next door. When we went to bed on Friday night, I pulled him into the bottom bunk I was given and cuddled with him for a while. He felt little and very young in my arms, but his wiggling around on me soon got me hard. I tried to ignore it, but Gary didn't. "What's poking me in the belly?" "Don't worry about it." He didn't worry about it, but he rolled to one side and reached down to cup my dick in his little hand. "Oooh," he said. "It's as hard as my arm and almost as big!" "You exaggerate!" "Does it really, pee white paste when it's hard like this?" "Where'd you get that idea?" "Antonio's big brother did it for him to see." "Well, yes, it does shoot out white fluid. It's what makes babies when it's put into a woman." "I know." "How do you know?" "Antonio told me and Carlos." "Oh." "So, would you show me like Mario showed Antonio?" He began to rub his hand up and down the length of my erection and it did seem really big compared with the size of his hand. Before long, he reached into my briefs and touched my throbbing cock. "It's hot!" He rubbed it a few times and, without thinking about it, I groaned. "Show me what to do. Please." What could I do? I let him pull my briefs off and it felt so good to allow my hardon to breathe. I showed him how to grip it and slide his hand up and down, grasping my turgid dick with a good squeeze. I'd actually never felt anyone else's hand on my cock before and I was majorly turned on. Gary was intent on experiencing my orgasm and in only a few minutes I obliged him with six or seven rapid shots of hot cum splashing onto my chest and belly and dribbling onto his hand. I gasped, groaned, and thrashed about as my cock exploded, much to Gary's surprise and delight. After jacking me off Saturday morning, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, Gary knew all he needed to know to get off to a great start once puberty came calling, which happened about a year later. When we got back to Charlotte after the weekend in Sylva, I had a letter from the UNC Housing Office informing me that my assigned dorm had been changed to the athletic dorm and that I would be assigned to a room upon my arrival. I was quite excited to know that I would be so close to Len, even as I wondered how we would manage to hook up with other guys around all the time. But I decided we would be able to figure out a way. That is, if he wanted to be with me. Before I knew it, summer was ending and I was driving my yellow 1965 Ford F100 pick up to Chapel Hill, loaded with my clothes, shoes, books, toiletries, photos, linens, pillow, and assorted stuff. I parked as near the dorm's front walkway as I could. When I got out of the car, I stretched as tall as my 5'9" Irish-Italian frame would reach. It felt good to reach for the stars after a few hours in the car. Dressed to impress in a pair of cutoff jeans and a snug white tee emblazoned with "Property of West Charlotte High Athletics", I grabbed my wallet and a small piece of luggage and started into the building that might be home for the next several years. Inside, instead of comely coeds, the registration table was staffed by a couple of muscle-bound guys in UNC tank-tops. I recognized one as Paul from the baseball team, who remembered me as well. "Jody! Welcome back," he smiled. "This is Harvey." He gestured to the other guy. "He's a linebacker." That explained the 230-plus pounds of solid muscle. Paul scanned a two-page list in front of him and found my name. Then he had me sign on the line beside my name and rummaged in a box for a moment to find my key. While Paul rifled through the keys, Harvey handed me a two-page form and said to return it at breakfast tomorrow. Paul handed me a key and smiled, "404A." My heart leapt! And skipped a couple of beats. Did I hear correctly? "404A?" "Yes," Paul smiled. "You're going to be Len's roomie." Involuntarily I whooped. "I thought you'd like that." He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. That threw me for a moment. "Yes, I'm glad." "See ya around," Paul said. "Later, dude," Harvey added. When I got upstairs, I wasn't sure whether to knock or just walk in. I decided discretion required me to knock, so I did. A few seconds passed and then the door flung open to reveal a handsome guy just a bit taller than me and a little thicker with dark shoulder-length hair, thick sideburns, and a mustache. His blue eyes stared at me a moment before his angular features split into a warm smile. "Jody?" "Yeah," I nodded. He stepped back into the room and held the door for me. "Great! Come on in!" As I walked into the familiar room, he said, "I'm Michael, but I go by Micky." "Nice to meet you, Micky." We shook hands. "I'm in gymnastics," he said matter-of-factly. I couldn't stop myself from checking out his body, which was as hot as a gymnast's body should be. Fuck! He was sexy as hell in nothing but a pair of tight boxer shorts in a mattress ticking stripe. Off to one side, Micky had a noticeable swelling in his boxers. Looking back into his eyes, I smiled. "Your room is over there," Micky gestured to the right-hand door. "Let me pull on some shorts and shoes and I'll help you get your gear." "Sure!" While he turned back towards the other door, I approached the entrance to Heaven, I mean, the door to the room I was now sharing with Len. I paused and raised my fist to knock. "Just go on in," Micky said. "He's not here right now." The interior of the room hadn't changed since I'd, uh, sucked Len off the last time. I put my bag on the empty bed and returned to the living room, where Micky sat putting on a pair of sneakers. When he stood, I saw he was wearing cut-offs similar to my own. It took the two of us three trips to the pick-up to get my worldly possessions. On the way, he explained they had a rule that no one in 404 wore anything in the room except underwear. When I asked why, he said they all found it more comfortable to avoid things like belts and jeans as much as possible. I made a mental note to buy some new underwear as soon as I got the chance. I couldn't help but worry about the constant exposure to this good-looking guy not to mention Len. Would I be able to control my horny dick? Would I be able to keep my secret? Would I be able to protect the secret of my relationship with Len? I only needed about half an hour to square away my stuff. I was making my bed when the door opened to admit Len. "Hey! I'm so glad you're finally here," he cried and gave me a big, warm hug, during which both his hands wound up sitting on the high-side of my ass. Within five minutes, he was naked and lying on his bed, legs spread, hard cock enjoying the warmth of my mouth as he gave me the first cum-gift of the 1970-71 academic year. Damn, it tasted so good! "Fuck," he said when his breathing slowed back to normal. "This is going to be a great year! I needed that a lot." He looked deeply at me. "You needed it, too, didn't you?" I considered the question for a moment before I nodded. "I did." "I'll give you some more at bedtime," he promised. We stared at each other as we came down from the highs of the world of sex. "Would you like a coke or a glass of tea?" "Um, yeah. Tea, please," He stood up, slipped his still massive cock back into his white briefs and walked out into the common area. I heard him speak and then he called out, "Jody, come meet our other suitemate." I pulled on my briefs and stepped into the living room to meet Louis Candellario, a very handsome French Canadian with a charming accent that was a cross between Paris and Chicago to my untrained ears. He was about six feet tall and slender with solid but not large muscles. He wore a pair of swimming trunks that were cut somewhere between low-rise and bikini and clearly struggled to contain a nice piece of man-meat in its thin Navy-blue fabric. Louis had hair so dark it was almost black, cut in an inch-long burr that looked unkempt, but was cute as it could be. Intense brown eyes inspected me as cushiony, kissable lips parted into a sexy smile that caused my cock to sit up and take notice. We shook hands and Louis told me he is on the swimming team and originally from Trois-Rivieres, a small city on the St. Lawrence between Montreal and Quebec City. Along with Micky, Louis was beginning his junior year as a history major. Surveying my luscious roommate and our gorgeous suitemates, I felt extremely fortunate to be assigned to Room 404. I was very impressed with the three men I would be living with until next summer. They were very handsome, had sexy athletic bodies, and appeared to be kind-hearted and friendly. I was a bit worried about maintaining a disinterested cock while around such attractive and masculine men wearing almost nothing. I guess time will tell, I thought. That evening the four of us had a wonderful conversation over a surprisingly-good dinner at the dining room in our dorm. The guys explained that as athletes we get more and better food than the non-athletic dorms. Micky cautioned me to be careful as the food was so tasty and unlimited it would be easy to gain a bunch of weight. Thus, our patterns quickly solidified as classes began and we got into our daily routines. Often I shared a moment with either Micky or Louis as we raced for morning coffee. I learned how Len liked his and made sure I provided his first cup every morning after he'd given me my first dose of his cum, which I quickly learned to cherish. I never failed to notice Louis' and Micky's sexy bodies whenever I encountered them in our common area. Since we only wore clothes if we were headed out to the dining room or class, I generally had several times every day to allow myself to enjoy lingering views of awe-inspiring pecs, biceps, crotch-bulges, and curvy buttocks. All three of my new friends were free with touches as we passed in the kitchen or as we sprawled on the sofa to watch a little TV in the evenings. There were times when my cock responded, but no one ever seemed put off by my excitement. And, to be truthful, I noticed a bit of plumping up going on in other briefs from time to time. My classes were interesting and involving and I found I enjoyed learning at the university level. Len got me to the student recreation center and created a weight-training program designed to build my body into a strong and agile hitting machine. I worked out daily except for Sunday and watched as my arms and chest grew rock solid and expanded into impressive displays of masculine power. He also had me running to build my legs for sprinting between bases. Within only a couple of weeks, I could tell significant differences and I loved it! I'd only been in the room a few days when Louis challenged us to a tag-team wrestling match which Len immediately accepted with a sneered, "We'll mop the floor with you!" Being the smallest and youngest guy in the group, I wound up flat on my belly with Micky sprawled across my body, flaccid cock pressed against my butt as he ground against me. My cock quickly stiffened up and I think his did, too. When I managed to tag Len's outstretched hand, he quickly maneuvered Micky into the position I had occupied previously. Clearly Len was humping his hot ass while Louis and I looked on. Louis glanced at me and gave me a heart-stopping smile. "Len humps our asses every chance he gets. We don't care." I didn't know how to respond at first, so I just returned the smile while I imagined kissing Louis' plush lips. A few minutes later, I was again face down on the living room floor, but this time Louis' fabulous body covered mine. He placed those sexy lips against my ear and breathed into my ear canal, "I'm going to give you a dose of Len's medicine." His hot breath so intimately blown into my ear sent electric shock waves through my body right into my gonads. My cock, already semi-hard from rolling around with Louis throbbed into a full erection after a couple of his thrusts against my buns. When we concluded our match, I was surprised to see that everyone sported his own special erection, but no one commented. That made me feel it would be okay if I sprang a woody in front of my roomies. Wrestling became a more-or-less weekly event in Room 404 and erections became a regular part of the game. I always got humped by Louis and Micky while they generally got humped by Len. Meanwhile, Len continued to request blowjobs morning, afternoon, and night, which I loved giving him. I got to where I could take his nine inches all the way to the root if I lay on my back with my head extended across the edge of the bed. Once when our suitemates were taking a history test, he positioned me across the arm of the couch and fucked my throat deeply. God, that was hot! Louis had a steady girl-friend named Loretta, a petite blonde secondary ed major from Atlanta. Usually, he brought her to dinner at the dorm once mid-week, then tossed Micky out of their room for an hour while he got some pussy. Friday nights and Saturday nights they went to movies, out to dinner, or to off-campus parties when they didn't interfere with swim meets. Sometimes on a weekend morning, I would find Micky asleep on the sofa when I went to make coffee. Micky didn't have a steady, but, like Len, he dated several girls casually, not often taking over the bedroom from Louis. Both Micky and Len dated several sorority girls so often went to their parties on weekends. Usually they would drag their sorry asses in very late (actually, early the next morning), drunk but satiated from time with girls. Sometimes Len was very horny when he returned from sorority parties and sometimes he just wanted to sleep. Truthfully, I resented the girls who got some of Len's cum and, therefore, denied me the opportunity. On the second night I was in Chapel Hill, Len insisted I call Sandy, the girl I'd met during the baseball tryouts in June. He explained that I needed to be seen with women, so no one would think I was queer. "It's necessary," he said gravely. "Besides we can double-date sometimes and that'll be fun." So, I began dating the pretty girl from Indiana on a very casual basis. She was a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha and took me to a lot of their functions. We enjoyed hanging out together and I think she thought I was a pretty good place-holder until she met her Prince Charming. As a sophomore, Sandy wasn't interested in a major relationship with me, a lowly freshman, but our dating served enough of a purpose for her that we dated for most of my freshman year. The first weekend of the school year was eventful. I attended a freshman mixer on Friday night, at Len's insistence. I didn't connect with anyone there, male or female, but did at least meet a bunch of people. Saturday afternoon was our first wrestling match. Saturday night, we took our dates to see the movie Catch 22, which we guys all liked but the girls not so much. I took Sandy; Louis took Loretta; Micky took Alice from Kappa Delta; Len took Clarise from Chi Omega. We went out for pizza after the movie and were forced to promise to take the girls to see a "good" movie, by their definition, as soon as one came out. A suitable movie was not selected until early November when The Owl and the Pussycat hit the theaters. By then, Alice was seeing someone exclusively, so Micky took Clarise's sorority sister Glynnis. I got a bit ahead of myself there. Sorry. Back to the first weekend. After Catch 22 and pizza, Louis brought Loretta back to our suite. The rest of us escorted our ladies back to their various dorm rooms or sorority houses and returned to our suite. Micky bedded down on the sofa while Len and I retreated to our room for our usual BJ-time. After feeding me my bedtime snack, Len held me for quite a while, rubbing my back gently as he clutched me to his chest with my face against his neck. I was tempted to lick his neck and chin but didn't dare. After a long while, Len cleared his throat quietly and said, "I like you a lot, Jody." "I like you a lot, too, Len." "You know I'm straight, right?" I wasn't too sure I would call him straight, but I didn't want to argue. "Yes." "I'm sorry I can't ever help you out like you help me out, but it just isn't going to happen." "I understand, Len." I kissed his cheek quickly. "I don't expect any more than we have now." "Just, uh, please, don't fall in love with me. I think that would ruin it for you and then for both of us." "Thanks for caring, Len. I'm having a great time just the way things are now." "Let's get some sleep," he said. I thought he would push me out of his bed, but he didn't. He reached to his nightstand and flicked out the light, then pulled me tighter. In a minute or two, his breathing became very regular and shallow. The next morning he woke me for another BJ, but didn't refer to our conversation the previous night. Afterwards, I pulled on my black bikinis and stepped out to get coffee going. Micky was snoring lightly on the sofa and no sounds came from the other room. Quietly I made coffee and took our two cups into the room, closing the door softly behind me. We attended the football game against South Carolina on Sunday afternoon. Afterwards, the Tar Heels (what a stupid name!) were pretty excited that evening since they'd had a good win against the Gamecocks (am even stupider name, but kind of sexy). We four sat at a corner table in the dining room while the footballers hung out on the other side of the room, laughing and slapping backs and butts. At our table a very important conversation took place amidst the frivolity of the celebrations. It started innocently, but later I realized it was one of the most significant conversations I had ever had. We began talking about our evening out with the girls, about the movie, even the pizza. It was like a million other debriefings after a date. "Whew, Jody," Micky said, "that Sandy is hot, isn't she?" "Yeah," I said carefully. "She's very pretty, I think, and she's nice, too." "Does she like you?" Louis asked. "I guess so. We have a nice time together." "You gonna get some?" Micky inquired. No! I thought and blushed. "I haven't thought about it." "He hasn't thought about it!" Micky laughed. "Well, you'd better get it quick," Louis encouraged, "'cause eventually she'll move on to an upper classman." "True," Micky agreed. "She'll move on to the first good-looking junior or senior who looks at her twice." "Aw, guys, give the kid a break," Len pleaded. "Why do you think she's going out with him?" Micky asked. "Doesn't have anyone better to go with," Louis suggested. "Come on!" Len exclaimed. "Sorry, Jody," Louis said. "I `m not being mean. I'm genuinely curious. In my psych class last spring we talked about the principles of economic exchange as they apply to relationships and I was fascinated by it. It sounds kind of ugly, but the truth is we each are a collection of attributes which other people find valuable or not. If you sort of total up all the values of the attributes, you get a value that we carry. Since we are all good-looking, sexy athletes who happen to be pretty nice guys, too, we all have high value to the sorority set." "Don't forget our big dicks," Len directed to loud laughter around the table. I blushed but I don't think the others noticed. "That helps, too," Louis agreed. "So, those factors are valuable to Sandy and she is valuing Jody higher than her other options. Or washing her hair. So, she goes out with him. Unfortunately, for a sophomore girl, being a freshman is a definite minus for Jody. When she meets a guy whose total score is higher than Jody's, she'll drop cutie-pie here and grab hold of the new high-point man." "Damn, that's cold!" Micky shook his head. "Cold, but true," Louis affirmed. "That really makes sense, Louis," Len acknowledged. "I think so." Louis smiled at his audience. "It applies to non-romantic relationships, too." "Like...?" Micky asked. "Like, uh ..." Louis thought for a moment. "Like a dentist. Why do you choose to go see Dr. Cavity instead of Dr. Root Canal?" "Cavities are fixed cheaper," Micky laughed. "True," Len agreed as he giggled. "That's funny," Louis said. "But in reality, you choose the dentist based on how far away he is, if you think he's good, and how much he charges, too. Knowing you, stud, you also consider how hot his hygienist is." We all laughed. "The qualities, what did you call them?" Len asked. "The attributes of value." "Yeah. That." "Exactly. You could probably go to a dentist in Mexico City that would be a lot cheaper than one here in Chapel Hill, so why don't you?" "Because it's too far away," I suggested. "Yes!" Louis patted my arm. "Being a long way away becomes a negative that's bigger than whatever positive lower cost is." "So, Mr. Psych Guru, why do I put up with you?" Micky asked with a chuckle. "Good question, Mick!" Len grinned. "Lots of reasons, I'm sure," Louis said. "Aside from the obvious, my great looks and spectacular personality, we have a lot in common. We're both athletes in so-called minor sports and we're both history majors. We're in the same classes mostly." "So those are the positives that I might consider to be your value?" Micky said. "Yes. Well, some of them. There's also familiarity because we've been together a lot over the past year. I'm comfortable." "And gorgeous," Len added. Micky laughed and punched Louis on the arm. "That's worth about a nickel to me." "I disagree," Louis said. "Seriously, a good-looking friend meets better looking, more popular girls so we might benefit from the fall-out from our good-looking friends. And, why wouldn't you prefer to share your space with someone you think is attractive?" We all nodded and the conversation quieted. "But the truth is, Louis," Len said dryly, "to Mick your greatest attribute is clearly your super-sized sperm-shooter!" We laughed louder than the football team on the other side of the cafeteria. "You know me so well," Mick chuckled when we were quiet again. "So, Jody, all I'm saying," Louis concluded, "is to expect that someday Sandy will dump you for a more mature stud such as me." Everyone laughed and we moved on to talking about our classes. The significance of our dinnertime conversation wasn't evident until several hours later when Len and I retreated to our room to go to bed. I came out of the bathroom to find my gorgeous blond hunk nude on my bed. He smiled and held his arms out to me, so I crawled atop him, settling comfortably into his torso, dropping my knees between his open legs, nestling my growing cock alongside his. "Can we talk for a bit?" he asked quietly. "Sure. Anytime." "I was thinking about our conversation at dinner. You know, about the economics of relationships, or whatever Louis called it." "Uh-huh." "Well, I think every relationship between two people has that idea of exchanging benefits of that friendship. Even you and I have that going on, don't we?" "Hmm." I reflected on our relationship. It was definitely a type of exchange. "Yes, I think we do." "You give me a lot of pleasure by taking my cum." He grinned as he rubbed my back. "And I give you a lot of pleasure by allowing you to take me. Do you agree?" "Yes." "What I'm getting out of our friendship is pretty obvious, but the benefits to you are not quite so obvious. At least, to me. So, I need to ask, why do you think you're getting more benefits than this costs you?" "Uh," I stammered, somewhat surprised by the directness of his question. "Ever since I was a kid, I've felt drawn to men more than women, even before I knew about sexual attraction. But I never actually connected with anyone until you saw that in me and offered yourself. Nothing has ever been as exciting to me as just being with you. Being close to you, like right now, is amazing. And when I have your cock in my mouth, I'm in Heaven." In a serious voice, Len asked, "You really like my cock, don't you?" "Yes," I answered seriously. "I thought so." He rubbed my shoulders and down across my back to my buttocks. "I think it's time I begin giving you my cock in a new way." To emphasize his point, I guess, he took a butt cheek in each of his big hands, squeezing them gently. I may be a little naïve, but I'm not an imbecile. I knew what he was suggesting. Frankly, the idea both thrilled and terrified me. As I considered how to answer him, he plunged forward. "You'd like to take my cock deep inside, don't you think?" I looked into his blue eyes. "Honestly, Len, I'm very excited to even think about it. I'd love to try it. You know, see how it feels." His smile broadened. "But I'm also really afraid," I admitted. "You're so big, I can't imagine cramming all of your big cock into my ass. It seems like it would hurt like hell. Wouldn't it split me wide open?" "As you can guess," Len said, "I've never had a cock in my ass. And I never will. But, I do have some experience fucking a guy's ass." I was momentarily surprised, but quickly realized Len had always known a lot about male-to-male sex so this shouldn't be surprising. "Yeah?" "Last year, my roommate Rob was a lot like you. He was queer and loved cock. The difference is that he had a lot of experience when he came to the university, so he quickly taught me everything I needed to know to fuck him comfortably." "I see." "So, Jody, I honestly think we can learn how to do it so I get what I want and you get to enjoy my cock in a new way. And we can train your body to accept my big cock without pain. Would you like that?" "I think so. Like I said, I'd like to try." "Fair enough. Jody, I want so bad to sink my cock deep into your guts and fuck you over and over. But, I promise you I will never do anything you don't want. And I'll never hurt you if I can help it." "Thanks." I looked at his lovely and sincere face. "I trust you, Len." "So, how about we continue with your awesome blowjobs, but also we start working on your asshole so it can take my cock without ripping apart?" "You really think that's possible?" "Absolutely. Rob was actually a smaller guy than you and he could take me easily. It's all about teaching your body to relax in a certain way so your hole can stretch to accommodate the width of my cock." "I'm willing to try." "That's all I ask, Jody. We'll take it slow and get you trained. And we'll keep working and training you until you are sure you're ready. I won't do it until you ask me to. Okay?" "Sure, Len." "Awesome. Some of the things we'll do to get you ready may seem a little strange, but I want you to just relax and do what I suggest. If anything ever hurts, we'll stop immediately. Okay?" "Okay. You just tell me what to do." "Good. Let's have our first lesson now. I want you on your hands and knees on the bed so I can reach your butt." I was a little nervous, but I got off him so he could get off the bed. He stepped over to his bed and grabbed off his nightstand a bottle of hand lotion I'd never noticed there before. I assumed the position and he climbed onto the bed between my knees. I imagined my asshole sort of staring him in the face. In a moment I heard the squirt of the lotion and then a greasy finger touched my hole. This was shocking for a couple of reasons. First, the lotion was cold and just felt odd on my asshole. Second, no one had ever touched me there. Third, I knew the purpose of this activity was to lead to me getting fucked. When I got over the shock, I realized his finger rubbing the lotion on the outside of my hole felt relaxing, like a very localized massage. Lightly, his finger caressed my anus for a minute or so. Without stopping the gentle circling motion, the finger began pushing against my sphincter as if trying to punch a hole in my body. Gradually, the pressure built up and the circles he'd been making diminished until the tip of his finger was actually pressed into my sphincter, still pressing outward in a circle as it wriggled there. As the pressure built up, I began to think my sphincter wasn't going to cooperate. But my body apparently had different ideas because suddenly my hole opened and Len's thick middle finger slid into me a fraction of an inch. I was startled by the intrusion, but felt no pain, only a sudden presence unlike any previous experience I'd had. Len paused and whispered, "Are you okay?" "Uh-huh," I whispered back. "Good. This should begin feeling really nice soon." His finger pushed deeper and I held my breath. It did feel good to be touched, no, rubbed there. His finger seemed to reach as deep as it could and then it pulled back out, but not all the way. The finger started plunging into me much faster and swirling around inside me. It was Len's finger inside me. Len. His body within mine. We were melded together. The enormity of that realization turned me on. My dick throbbed. I moaned as both a physical response and an emotional overflowing. The magic finger probed and pushed, turned and pressed in all directions. I couldn't move. All my senses converged in my asshole. I was nothing but soft, warm flesh while Len was nothing but firm movements deep inside. It was like an erotic massage relaxing my muscles but tightening my sensual need, hardening my cock, churning my balls. If getting fucked was anything remotely like this, I knew I was going to love it! "You're doing great," Len said lovingly. His finger slowed and stopped, almost outside of me, but still keeping my hole from closing. Soon I felt a second finger pushing gently beside the first. This time my sphincter yielded quickly and the second finger slid in alongside the first. It, too, was greasy and my hole started feeling a little squishy. Now two fingers circled, rubbed, pressed, and probed my ass. I began to groan almost continuously as the electric motions of the two digits never paused. I felt my hole relax even more as the fingers worked their magic within me. I was getting into the rhythm of the movements as my dick throbbed and dripped out some pre-cum. Just when I thought I had this experience mapped in my brain, something altogether unimaginable happened. Len's amazing fingers hit a new spot. It was as if my asshole had been shocked with 110 volts! In an instant I went from trance-like enjoyment of the most wonderful internal massage to breathless, heart-racing, screaming victim. In the first instant, I thought I was being ripped apart. I thought I was feeling the beginning of spectacular, maybe mortal, pain. I thought something unknown and horrible had happened, like a nuclear bomb had exploded in our room. But in the second instant I realized I was not experiencing some life-ending pain, but the most intense sexual feeling I'd ever had. It was five times as intense as the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. Though the sensory data failed to register in my brain, behind me Len chuckled. His fingers retreated for an instant before slamming back into the same spot, giving me another atomic goosing. I screamed out again. "Geez!" My cock drooled a continuous flow of pre-cum that dripped into a small pool on the sheets below me. For several minutes, Len continued to drive his two fingers into my ass until stopped by his knuckles. When I least expected, he would run across that same super-spot and I would cry out. I began pushing my ass back toward him to keep his fingers inside me, but eventually he stopped probing and slowly withdrew. We shifted on the narrow bed until he was on his back holding his rock-hard cock up to me. I sucked him for all I was worth and tugged on my cock until in no time my balls slammed into my body and my cock shot volley after volley of creamy white spunk onto Len's balls, thighs, and cockshaft. I think it was the knowledge that I was cumming on his balls that took him over the edge because, before I had shot my last volley, he started blasting my throat with his own tasty sauces. The next morning, I ran into Louis at the coffee pot. He grinned lasciviously at me but pointedly asked nothing and said nothing. I felt my face redden as I realized he'd heard my ecstatic cries. After a moment, he simply said, "Sleep okay?" "Yep," I nodded as I took our mugs towards the room. Needless to say, I was an enthusiastic trainee after my first experience with anal penetration of any kind. During the next week, I enjoyed a ten-minute finger-fuck (as I learned to call it) before each blowjob. Len and I went shopping at the discount pharmacy, where we bought an orange rubber enema bag, some mineral oil, and several bottles of hand lotion. I must have been beet red as we left a highly-amused middle-aged woman cashier who had certainly let her mind wander as she'd checked us out. By Wednesday, I was giving myself enemas nightly. That was the same night I got my first three-finger fuck (oh yeah!). Thursday night, Len had me lie on my back with my feet over his shoulders as he probed my ass with his fingers. This time he inserted the middle fingers from both hands and worked my hole energetically for a few minutes as I writhed, moaned, and drooled pre-cum onto my abs. He inserted an index finger and then a second one. I thought I might explode just from the notion that he now had two fingers from each hand plunging in and out of my ass. Frequently he would rub or tap my prostate (another term I'd learned in a very educational week) to send that electric shock through my body. "Jack off for me, Jody," Len instructed. Eagerly I grasped my swollen and purple cock in my right palm. I slipped my hand down into my pubes and then up until my palm slid over my corona. Shit, it felt good! On the fifth or sixth pull, Len tapped my prostate again and in a flash my balls contracted, my cock swelled, and I felt the collecting of energy in my groin at the base of my dick. A second later, I screamed loudly as jet after jet of scalding cum blasted over me, beginning with my forehead and ending on my belly. Soon, Len slowly removed his fingers, one at a time. He allowed me a couple of minutes to catch my breath before sliding up to place his knees in my armpits and dip his long throat-filler into my mouth. He was extra-aroused, too, as he only fucked my throat for a couple of minutes before giving me my nightly cum-dose. Before sleep overcame me that night, I decided I was ready to try "the whole enchilada." Friday morning I told Len I was ready. He smiled and slapped me on the back like we'd just won an important baseball game. "I know you are," he said. "I was just waiting for you to ask. Tonight," he promised. "We'll take our time and make it a night we'll never forget." "I like the sound of that!"