Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 14:16:39 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 13 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn't make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: billdrake@hotmail.com. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART TWO: COLLEGE YEARS Chapter Thirteen Charlottesville, Fall 2003 I had an auspicious start to my sophomore year. Charlie's football schedule had ramped up with the Fall semester. Between his practice and Saturday games, and our different class schedules, I barely saw him. I attended all the home football games that year and watched the away games on TV. Even if Charlie was a second-stringer, he saw a good deal of play that year, and I wanted to root for the team. That Labor Day weekend Saturday, I had the away game on TV at the apartment. I sat on the sofa, beer in hand, cursing at the television, watching the Cavs get trounced by South Carolina. At least it meant The Bulldozer got extra playing time, but I knew he'd be in a lousy mood when he got home, maybe the whole weekend. I didn't really have any plans that night, and Holt might not be back until late. I was still dating Kristen. I'd gone out with her the night before, and she'd spent the night at my place - just a little light cuddling as I told her I wasn't up for sex, I had already forgotten the excuse I'd fed her. That morning I told her I had other plans Saturday night. A lie, sure, but I'd find some, maybe by calling up one of my teammates later. I just needed a break, as bad as that sounded. I knew I should break it off with her, but I was being a pussy about doing the right thing. It was amazing to think how much had changed in my life in just one year, since that fateful weekend of Paul's wedding... coming out to my family and then Dad's and my sexual relationship. Granted I had no idea where it was headed now, with Dad's new girlfriend, my new girlfriend, and his deployment. Through it all, I surprisingly had no regrets. But this thing with me and Dad was tough to navigate, to say the least. So I was glad I was now just vegging on the couch and watching college football. After all that had happened, I was perfectly content at doing much of nothing this Labor Day weekend, I thought with bemusement. It was during the third quarter when my former roommate called me up to see if I wanted to go to a house party off campus. I agreed and was glad at the chance to hang out with Tim. We weren't super close, but we were still friends. Charlie didn't get along with the guy, and really hated the artsy parties. "They're boring as shit, McGrath," he'd say. "All those people are so fucking pretentious." I could see his point, but I enjoyed the change of pace. And truth be told, people in Tim's crowd didn't give a fuck what people thought of them. They had dyed hair, artsy tattoos, eccentric piercings, and wore weird clothes. But I saw that they just enjoyed being themselves. I wouldn't say that I was jealous, but I did think about how nice it would be not to worry for a change. There were sometimes lesbians and gay guys at these parties too, and though I never ventured more than casual conversation with them, it was cool to see everyone acting normal around them. While I felt like I usually had to fit in with my teammates or with Holt's crowd, with Tim's circle, I could enjoy sticking out. So after fixing a quick dinner, I put on my go-to outfit for any party Tim brought me to: a tight black T-shirt and faded jeans. I had an old beat-up pair of brown leather dress shoes that were my best alternative to my usual sneakers or flip flops. I'd cleaned up my buzzcut so it looked pretty fresh. I wasn't going to fit in, but at least I looked a little less jock-like in my appearance. An hour later, Tim showed up at my door with a smile on his face. His hair was pink now and in a godawful, choppy pixie haircut. But it was fun to see how he'd changed too after a year at college. "I brought a little pre-party entertainment," he smirked as he stepped into the apartment, and I knew immediately what he was referring to. Pot was one thing Tim and I had in common. Holt didn't smoke, and I only rarely would light up in my room. While it was a good thing that I was cutting way back, it was fun to have a buddy to burn down with on occasion. Tim took a seat on the sofa as I retrieved the bong I had stashed away in my bedroom closet. Tim did the packing before we proceeded to light up. "Fuck... that's good shit, Tim," I said with a croak, trying to hold the smoke in. He took the bong from me, and got his own hit. We passed it back and forth a few times as we talked. "I'm kind of interested in this girl at the party," Tim said. "Yeah?" I asked. "Yep. She's made it clear we're just friends, but fuck it's hard not to want to hang out with her all the time, you know?" I nodded, knowingly. "So, how's things with Kristen?" he asked. Tim had met her sometime at the end of last semester. I shrugged. "I dunno, man. I think it's at that point where I have to decide whether I want anything serious out of it." I said it in a tone that suggested I very much wanted nothing serious out of it. "You'll figure it out, Jim," he said in his usual encouraging way. "In the meantime enjoy it." "Yeah," I said. I felt like a hypocrite and a liar. I had to admit, I looked forward to an evening socializing without her. Sufficiently baked, Tim and I walked over to the party. It was in a neighborhood one over - and a decently long walk - from Jefferson Park, where Holt and I lived. But it was a beautiful September evening, warm but with low humidity. We entered the house where there were about twenty or so people hanging out, eating from a cheese plate and drinking imported beer or wine in clear plastic cups. The music was mellow as it was a different crowd than I expected, kind of more the English major types, both the guys and girls wearing some combination of loose preppy shorts, vintage clothes and T-shirts. Holt would have hated this party, I thought. The house itself had a wide open plan, kind of like a loft rather than a traditional house. Only the bedrooms and bathroom seemed to be separate rooms. We made our way to the edge of the kitchen and Tim poured himself some wine. I was more a beer guy, so I grabbed a bottle of German beer out of the big ice bucket set up on the counter. It was then that I noticed that I did stick out a bit. There were few guys that were about my height, but I was definitely more muscled and clean-cut than those in the group heavy on beards and longer hair. "There she is," Tim whispered, tilting his chin at a very pretty and petite girl across the room. "Go on," I said, nodding for him to go talk to her, letting him know that I'd be okay on my own. Tim walked up and I watched the girl smile and then hug my former roommate, introducing him to the small circle of people. I watched them for a bit but soon found myself drawn into a nearby conversation. A group of people were actually debating who their favorite author was. I was glad I was stoned, since I found myself more gregarious with strangers than normal. They probably were wondering at first who the hell this jock was at the party, and as the conversation shifted to me, I started telling a few of them stories about some of the crazy shit my teammates had done on trips, and they were eating it up. I probably wouldn't see these people again, but it was a fun time. I was grabbing my second beer, popping off the cap when I noticed a very handsome man in the kitchen area talking to two students. He was short, or at least shorter than me at 5'10", with a nicely compact body - not overly muscular, but built and trim around the waist. Amazing arms showing in his trim, short-sleeve buttoned shirt. He was decidedly older, I'd guess late 30s. I looked over, not wanting to intrude on their conversation when I caught his dark eyes. "Hey, there. I'm David," he said, offering his hand to introduce himself. "Um, Jim," I said, extending my right hand to shake his. He gave me a little smile. His olive-red toned face had dimples that set off his brown eyes. He had very dark hair, short on the sides with the hairline receding some, but it was combed neatly in a part with gel. It's a weird thing to notice, but I couldn't help but see how well maintained his skin was. Smooth, like he was younger, almost. "This is my place," he said, giving the room a quick scan. I felt embarrassed for not even asking who was hosting the party. "Thanks for having me," I said. "It's a great place." "Well, make yourself at home, Jim," he said with a grin. "Will do," I said, holding back my nearly automatic instinct to add a polite "sir." I got the feeling David didn't want to be the old guy at this student party. I didn't want to hold him from his conversation, so, beer in hand, I retreated back into the living area. Tim and I had a moment alone at one point, so I asked him who David was. "Oh, he's a professor in the Spanish department." "No shit?" I asked. "Is he allowed to be having parties?" Tim shrugged. "I dunno. We're probably the only ones under age here, so don't make a big deal of it." "Course not," I said. After a couple of beers, I was riding a perfect balance of pot and alcohol. This small, pretentious, early-evening, cheese and wine party ended up being one of my favorites I'd crashed. Mostly, I got a kick out of watching David from across the room. He was really fucking cute, and I loved the way his youthful appearance contrasted with a handsomeness that men his age have. Leave it to me to be attracted to the one older guy at the party, I thought to myself. I started to notice too, the man was talking very familiarly, flirtatiously, with the two guys he'd been with. I had been slow to realize it, but they were gay, and David was, too. My first irrational impulse was to think I was going to be discovered by association. My concern over hiding my gayness had, over the last year, made me defensive and sometimes paranoid. But I realized, fuck it, these people don't know me, other than Tim. And he was engrossed in conversation with the girl he was into. With a half empty bottle, I went over and joined David and the other guys in the kitchen. "Having a good time, Jim?" David greeted as I stepped over. "Oh yeah, I'm glad Tim brought me." "Who's Tim?" he asked. I pointed over. "Dude with the pink hair." "The guy who's been after Melissa," the shorter of the two guys said. "Sorry if I interrupted anything," I said. "No, we were just gossiping," the taller of the students laughed. "I'm Will," he said. "Jim," I said. I then was introduced to the other guy, Alan. We made small talk for a while, and then I left to go mingle with others. My eye kept being drawn back to the host, though. He was different than the guys I'd met before, other than maybe Dan, the guy I'd met in a hotel when I was in high school. I was definitely growing more attracted to the man. I tried not to be obvious, but I did sneak a look when I could. I felt Tim's hand on my shoulder. "Look, I'm gonna take off, Jim," he said. He was with Melissa, and while I had no idea if my friend would get past the "just friends" stage with her, it was clear Tim was following her to the next stop of the evening. "Yeah, cool. I'll talk later, man," I said. "Thanks for bringing me." I took stock of my beer, the third I'd had. I had less than an inch left in it. Despite the night being a little early, the party was dying down as the bodies began clearing out. I'd probably head home afterward as well and call one of my baseball buddies, or just have a quiet evening alone at home. Maybe have a nice stroke session. It was then when I looked up. David was bidding goodbye to Alan and Will, holding their shoulders and kind of giving them kisses on the cheeks. I didn't even think it through, but once they left, I sauntered over to the kitchen area again. "Hi Jim," David said. "Another drink?" "I don't want to outstay my welcome," I said, maybe too politely. The man looked at me with a familiar look - desire. Not an intense sexual look, but more of a flirty interest. It made me smile in return. "Nonsense. Have another beer," he offered, pulling a cold bottle out of the fridge, popping the top and opening for me. "Thank you," I said as I stepped fully into the kitchen, leaning against the counter where Alan and Will had been moments before. "So how do you know the guy with the pink hair?" David asked as he began clearing a few cups and bottles off the countertop. "Tim?" I asked and David nodded. "I guess you're wondering how a jock ended up hanging out with the art major?" I laughed. David smiled. "The question did cross my mind." "He was my roommate last year," I replied. "We're kind of opposites but got along pretty well." "So..." David asked, "Jock... what sport?" He leaned up on the counter next to me. "Baseball," I said, smiling as I took another slow sip of beer. Our body position and proximity had edged closer. Not inappropriately so, but I was definitely feeling drawn to his presence. The man openly looked me up and down. Inappropriately, but his attention excited me. "You certainly have a terrific body," he said, his voice going slightly deeper than before. "Thanks," I said with a grin. I couldn't believe David was so forward, but it helped me have the confidence to flirt back. "You do, too." David's smile grew bigger as I shyly let my eyes drift over his body. He gave me a knowing smirk as he sipped from his wine glass. There were still about a half dozen guests left, so I knew we needed to change the conversation back to small talk. "Tim says you teach Spanish?" I asked. David nodded. "Yes, Latin American literature. I'm Cuban, well, Miami Cuban," he said. It was only then that I noticed he had a slight lilting accent with certain words. "My family calls me Davíd," he said, emphasizing the second syllable. "I rebelled in high school and started going by David. Now I use both." He looked deeply at me again and asked, "So... what does a baseball player major in?" "I'm leaning toward Commerce," I said, referring to UVA's business major. "I'll definitely need a fall back option for a career." "Maybe I can convince you to switch to Spanish," he winked, and I laughed. Pretty soon the last people were saying their goodbyes. I gathered a lot of them were Spanish majors as their farewells were in Spanish, too. David said goodbye in Spanish as well. I still had no idea if David was hosting a party as some departmental affair or if he just liked having students in his social circle. Given the lack of other faculty there, I was guessing it was the latter. I felt awkward about being the last one there and nervous that these people would figure out I was gay, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom while they got ready to leave. When I came back out, it was just me, David, and the still flowing mellow music. "I don't want to impose," I said nervously. David was still in the kitchen cleaning up, but stopped as he saw me approach. "You're not imposing, Jim," he said with a big grin as he stepped around the countertop, right up to me and set his strong hands on my waist. I looked down at him as I could clearly see the want in his eyes for me. Fuck, he was hot, and I wanted this. My fingers reached around his neck as I leaned my face down toward his and his lips brushed against mine. Our mouths touched, and we slowly opened our lips. I snaked my tongue forward, and the man gasped as it touched his. He pulled at my waist, pulling me fully against him as his mouth lunged at mine, locking our lips. We made out there in his living room and I could feel his groin harden against my thigh. David didn't rush things. His kiss was sensual and his lips were soft as he slowly ran his hands along my T-shirt, feeling my body beneath. I returned the favor, feeling his gym-toned muscle. David struck me as a man who normally would have a stocky, beefy build but who kept lean through exercise and diet. His pearly white smile showed as he broke our kiss. "You're so fucking hot," he said, running his hand up my back. "Thanks," I said. With a nagging worry, I added, "Listen... no one knows I'm gay." "Don't worry, Jim," David said, "I don't advertise who I sleep with." We kissed again, softly, then David added, "I will confess you were who Will and Alan were gossiping about. They're pretty convinced you're straight." I felt self-conscious. "You must think I'm ridiculous," I said. David shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know you well enough to have any opinion on you. Anyway, a guy as hot as you can get away being as ridiculous as you like." He looked down at my muscular body, and playfully gripped the hem of my T-shirt. "Come on... let me see this incredible bod." His flattery was working on me, and I helped him take off my shirt. "Fuck," he growled. "You're like a fucking porn star... better even." He was unbuttoning his own shirt, pulling it off his shoulders to reveal his toned torso, thick with round pectoral muscle and still showing a taut abdomen. He was hairy but kept the brown hairs trimmed an even half-inch. "You're pretty amazing, too," I said, latching my hands on his midsection and traveling up all around his chest and shoulders. "I'm glad I stayed...." "Me too," David said softly as he leaned back into me, our lips and tongues connecting once more. Our kiss was hungry but not overly rushed. We just enjoyed the kissing and each other's hands on our bodies. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he hissed. I nodded, and like that, I was following this hunky professor to his simply decorated bedroom. We stood on the opposite sides of his bed and slowly took our shoes and the remainder of our clothes off. "You got anywhere to be?" David asked me. "I'd like to take our time." "Nowhere to be but here," I smiled. I watched excitedly as he slipped his boxer briefs down his legs, and I saw a thick boner pop up. He was about Jack Grant's size, six inches or so, maybe a little thicker. The big difference was that David was uncut, and had a thick foreskin that slipped over the head with gentle folds, even in his erect state. He was my fourth uncut guy, and like with my father, I found myself fascinated by his equipment. But not as fascinated as David was with mine. As I stood up nude after taking off my underwear, he let out an appreciative gasp. "Oh, hell, now that's a cock. You didn't tell me you were such a big guy down there." "Yeah," I said, feeling a little cocky, as I copied his action of pulling back the bed sheets and crawling in. Our nude bodies met and we kissed once more. I enjoyed the warmth and feel of an older man's body against me. Particularly taking our time, it was a luxury I hadn't had in a long while. I was very horny now but also enjoying the restraint David was challenging me to have. I pulled David on top of me as I rolled onto my back. Our cocks rubbing against one another, our chests and torso writhing together. I reached down and felt his hairy buns. Nice, round, muscular ass cheeks clenched in my grip and I wondered if David bottomed. The idea excited me. But first, I wanted to play with his uncut piece. "I want to suck your cock," I grunted against his lips, feeling the deep well of sexual energy building between us. David grinned and leaned up on his arms. "Yeah?" he asked, clearly excited I was interested in sucking him. He sat up, straddling my waist and soon my chest as he scooted his groin closer until the tip of his dick edged close to my lips. "Have at it," he instructed, then sighed as I connected the distance and lapped at his hooded tip. His prick was different than Dad's, not only in size, but in shape, and scent, and flavor. The foreskin was even meatier, and I excitedly nibbled as gently as I could before slipping my tongue underneath. "I hope you don't mind," I said, with a red blush forming on my cheeks, "but I love playing with a foreskin." "Don't mind at all," he winked as he knelt there, hands on his hips and just let me play with his skin. My hand rolled the skin back and over as my mouth and lips serviced the more sensitive head that lay beneath. David's breath grew heavy as I tongued that hood for a solid five minutes, but then I decided I shouldn't tease the poor guy any more. I leaned my head back to take a deep breath and loosen my jaw, then I took his dick into my mouth. I had practiced my technique more and while I didn't go to David's base, I got a good four inches in on the first try, five on the next. "Oh, fuck," David cried, gently placing his hand on my head. My hair was still bristly and short from my summer buzz cut, and I could feel the warmth and moisture of his palm on my scalp. I started bobbing regularly on him, with a gentle suction added. "Hot baseball jock sucking my dick..." the man hissed. "So fucking hot... yeah suck me... you're good at this... how many dicks have you sucked?... oh fuck...." he seemed to be fighting off his orgasm. I wanted him to nut in my mouth. I enjoyed sucking him, but I wasn't the best for stamina when it came to cocksucking. Besides, I wanted to make David happy. I increased the pace and intensity of my blowjob. His fingers curled in my scalp and I thought he was going to use the leverage to pull me down further or faster, or maybe steady me for a face fuck. That wasn't my favorite thing, but I knew I'd be OK with his size. I steadied myself for the onslaught. Only David angled his hips back instead, steadily withdrawing his erect tool. The foreskin had finally retreated to reveal the shiny pink dick head beneath and I could see it moist with my spit, the slit now dilated and leaking, too. "My turn," he said huskily as he crawled back down off my chest and started kissing down my body, taking his time before he got to my rigid meat. I felt my cock twitch as his fingers touched it and lifted my weighty meat to his mouth. I'd been spoiled by Holt's blowjobs, to tell the truth, and David's abilities didn't match. But here was a guy I was attracted to in a more fundamental way, and the emotional pull of that was making the head I received feel even better than a Bulldozer Special. I even relished the way David didn't get me to cum right away. He slowly got used to my girth and gradually worked more of me into his craw. It was my turn to place my hand on his head, running my fingers through his parted hair and gently encouraging him to swallow me. I loved watching every minute. This hunky professor, about twice my age, servicing my bone. Up and down strokes now steady, it was making me feel real fucking good. That kind of incredible sexual pleasure that comes from a slow build up. The orgasm was just as lengthy, too. I growled deeply and felt the first spurt travel up my cock and into David's throat. Its arrival excited the man as he swallowed and sucked harder. I pumped out more. Heavy, steady shots into his sucking throat. It now felt like I was getting milked as David tried to drain every drop from my balls. "Holy fuck!" I hissed as I fell back on the pillow, overcome by the surprise intensity of that orgasm. Thankfully David was now avoiding my head and just licking the base of my dick. I finally had to pull him off. He looked up, thrilled at my ejaculation and his role in producing it. "You too drained to take care of me?" he asked in a husky voice. I shook my head no. David wasted no time in scrambling up to the headboard. He didn't straddle me like before but knelt to my side so I could lean forward and suck him. I don't think my technique was as good as before, but David didn't care. He was ready to blow, and after a half minute of blowing him, I felt his cock quiver and could taste the first spritz of precum, announcing his ejaculation. His hands came to grip the back of my head, and like that, my mouth filled up with his salty-sweet cum. Lots of it, but I was ready and eager to swallow. David's orgasm was powerful but quick and soon he pulled out, patting me gently on the side of the head. "That was incredible," he said. He slipped back onto the bed to lie next to me and gave me a kiss. "I'll admit it," he said. "You're WAY better at that than I expected." I didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. "I'm in the closet, but I've had some experience," I explained. "I can tell," he said, a playful look on his face. David was particularly cute in that mode. "Jesus." "Seriously," I added, now self-conscious about what we'd done. "You can't tell anyone about this." He patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Baseball, your secret's safe with me." I thought maybe he was being condescending, but I couldn't tell for sure. He looked over at the clock. It was nearly 10:30. "It's up to you, but I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't ask you to stay over." His invitation perked me up. "Yeah?" "Sure. I like sharing my bed with a young hunk. And they don't make 'em any hunkier than you." "Sounds awesome," I admitted. I hadn't been able to spend the night with a man since my father back in March. I don't think I realized how much I missed it. David gave me a soft kiss. He got us some water. "I set out an extra toothbrush," he said, "and there are towels beneath the sink." We took turns using the restroom and getting ready for bed. We got into the bed and stayed up and talked a little. Now that we'd had sex I was able to see and appreciate David's body in a different light. He clearly put a lot of work into it, and I complimented him on it. "I'll keep you around," he laughed. "It's always good to have an ego boost." "Tell me if I'm being rude or nosy," I said. "But I take it I'm not the first student you've slept with." He seemed unfazed by my question. "Like I said, I don't advertise my sex life, but no, you're not. I keep my hands off my own students, but as for others... it's fair game." "Cool," I said, not sure what I thought of being anyone's "fair game." "You bothered by that?" he asked. "No, just... well, I have a scholarship and want to make sure I don't do anything to fuck it up." David laughed at the sincerity of my comment. "You're fine, Jim. Like I said, I'm not telling anyone about this." "Thanks," I said. "This was great. I think I needed this." The man softly caressed my chest as he lay on his side facing me. "I'll give you my number in case you want a repeat sometime," he said. "I'd like that," I smiled and we kissed, maintaining our soft embrace until I felt the man growing more tired. "What do you think of some sleep?" he asked. We kissed and pulled up the bed sheet and David reached over to turn off the light. Before I fell asleep, I realized how happy this evening had made me. The thrill of meeting a new man, an older man at that, the sex, and the relaxed time spent nude in his bed. This felt right to me. This is who I was. I resolved then that I'd have to break up with Kristen tomorrow. *** I woke to an empty bed. After I pissed, I slipped on my briefs and stepped into the main area of the house. David was in the kitchen making breakfast, bare chested and wearing a pair of pajama pants. He looked sexy as hell. "Hope you're hungry," he said. "Starving," I replied. My workouts had increased my appetite, and the sex the night before only added to it. I pulled up a stool at his counter as he poured me some coffee and proceeded to set out breakfast - bacon, orange juice, and a stack of pancakes. "Sunday's my carb day," he explained as he sat next to me and poured syrup over his short stack. We ate up and made small talk. I offered to help him clean up but he shook his head. "I got a better idea, let's shower up... together," he said with a grin. I grinned back, feeling my dick grow in my briefs. I got to see his magnificent backside as we made our way back to the master bathroom. I don't think I'd noticed it as much the previous night, but his back was even better than his front. Strong shoulders and sinewed trap and rhomboid muscle, lats tapering down to his waist. His ass was hard, muscular, and smooth, crowning knotted hamstrings and powerful legs. It was all thick muscle like older men often had, but he kept it lean. David got the shower ready and stepped in. I joined him. It was a playful shower, each of us soaping the other's muscles, as we occasionally grabbed the chance to kiss and as we felt our boners slide against one another. Finally David turned off the water, and I thought we were done. But he reached to the shower shelf behind the shampoo and lifted out what I recognized was a tube of lubricant. I watched with a thrill as he pumped some out and applied it back between his buns. He handed the container to me. My cock was rock hard as I slathered it with the gel-like liquid. I wasn't sure how wet David liked it, so I erred on the side of caution. He was shorter than me but there was a little step in the shower tile at the edge that he was able to step up on. The alignment was perfect. I nudged my fat prick at his pucker and gently worked myself over it. Of the handful of guys I'd fucked to that point, David was the most experienced at bottoming, by far. It took a little careful work on my part entering him at first, but once I did it was smooth sailing right up into his guts. The man took my eight fat inches in one go, and I hissed as I pressed my balls against his muscular ass. "God, I love your cock," he growled. "So fucking deep." I held on to his wet hips and plowed him. Pulled back and pushed in, using much of my length in the process. I was amazed the guy could take it so quickly, and the knowledge that he could had me railing him harder. "Fuck me, stud," he urged. "Fuck the shit out of my slut hole." "God yes," I grunted. I wasn't feeling overly verbal that morning, I was too wrapped up in the sensations of around my cock and the ability to go hard, fast and deep with my fuck. My thrusts were pushing his body forward, pressing him against the tile wall. Turns out the dude really loved that. "Screw me to the fucking wall," he said, an excited edge to his voice. I could tell he was about to get off. I thrust harder, gripping his hands and pressing them against the wall next to his body. That really drove him wild. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Just like that. Gonna fuck it out of me.... unnngh!" And like that, this hot professor was cumming hands free as my hips went sixty miles an hour in and out of his ass. I knew I was close to the exploding point myself, and the feel of his ass contracting set me off. I fired off in hard spurts inside his guts, riding out that orgasm furiously, kissing the back of his neck and feeling our damp bodies warm up. "God," I sighed as my dick finally stopped and slowly started its final outward motion. "That was incredible." David had a blissful, fucked-out expression on his face as we uncoupled and he started the shower again to rinse off. "That should last me a while," he observed as we toweled off. David wasn't rude or anything toward me, but after our coupling I knew my main reason for being there was done. I got dressed in my jeans and T-shirt while David put on some shorts and a slim polo shirt. He gave me a folded piece of paper after I laced up my shoes. "Here you go... no pressure." I gladly took his number and slipped it into my pocket as I stood up and followed him to his front door. "You'll hear from me," I assured him. "Thanks for an incredible time," I added. "The pleasure was mine, Jim," he said, giving me one last kiss. It felt weird to be having the walk of shame home in the bright morning daylight. But what an incredible lay I'd just had. I needed sex like that more often, I decided. Holt was just getting up when I got back to my place, pouring a bowl of cereal in the kitchen, half naked and unshaven. "Look who got lucky last night," he teased as I shut the front door behind me. "Maybe I need to go to those artsy parties next time." I smirked. Despite our sometimes sexual friendship, Holt and I respected each other's privacy. But that didn't mean we didn't sometimes tease each other for our sex lives. "You're not the only dude with game, Holt," I bantered back with a shit-eating grin as I made my way back to my room for a fresh change of clothes. ***** I did break up with Kristen that day. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I now felt a sure resolve that it was the right thing to do. I'd put it off long enough. I was feeling down the rest of the day. Not about the breakup, but because I knew I'd made a mistake dating Kristen in the first place. Or letting it go that long. Plus, there was the fact I'd deceived her on a number of levels. I filled Charlie in that evening as we sat next to each other on the couch, beers in hand, watching one of the NFL games on that evening. Sundays were his day off practice and we'd often watch TV, sometimes fighting whether it'd be professional football or a baseball game, at least until late October. He usually won that battle since I had plenty of other days to watch baseball. "How'd she take it?" Holt asked. "Not well," I said. "Fuck!" "It had to happen, McGrath," he said simply. "Yeah, I know," I said. I took a sip of beer. I'd been trying to cut back on my Sunday beers with Holt, but given my mood I felt like I needed a couple. "What about you, man? You think you'll date a woman seriously any time?" Charlie had told me when we first met that someday he planned to marry, have kids, the whole works. Now, he shook his head no. "I like dick too much, buddy." "Me too. You know..." I said, still feeling upset from my breakup. "Things would be so much easier if we didn't." Holt just shrugged. "Maybe McGrath, but the sex wouldn't be nearly so hot." ***** The sex WAS hot. I called David, and while he was busy the next week and weekend, I went over to his house the following Thursday night. He was in a relaxed mood, dressed more casually in a T-shirt and jeans, answering the door barefoot. "Come in, Jim," he smiled. As I stepped in he offered me a beer. I wasn't sure how things would go down. I was clearly invited over for sex, and I thought maybe David would want to get right down to it. Instead, we had a beer, settled next to each other on the sofa and chatted. "It's been a long week," he said, leaning his body back onto the cushions. I took a second to admire his arms. David had amazing arms, bulging and solid, they seemed to pop out of his shirt. "No class tomorrow?" I asked. "No class tomorrow." The man smiled. "Friday's a writing day. What about you? You got class tomorrow?" "Not till noon," I said. He took a sip and looked at me with a friendly expression. "Feel like spending the night here again? That was fun last time." I smiled and nodded. "It was fun. And yes, I would." David set his beer down on the coffee table and reached behind my head to place his hand on my shoulders. It was an affectionate and sexy gesture. "I remember what else was fun.... Your huge cock plowing me," he grinned. I blushed but felt a sexual heat building in me. This older man had a real way of turning me on. "That was fucking hot," I said. David smiled and his fingers started tracing the muscle beneath my T-shirt. I was boning up for real now, my erection pushing up my jeans. "You up for doing that again?" I asked. For some reason I felt hesitant with the guy. Maybe because he was a professor, or because he was more experienced sexually. Maybe it was just because I was so attracted to him. "Fuck, yes," he hissed. "Only we're trying some new positions this time." "Hot," I said before David's and my lips met. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body, and I was getting majorly turned on. He had a smirk as we broke the kiss. "You're adorable," he said. "Yeah?" I chuckled self-consciously. David nodded. "Yes... the way you're shy at first but a fucking stallion in bed." "You bring both things out in me," I said truthfully. We made out a while on the couch, and I loved how David didn't like to rush things. I learned from two weeks earlier he could be direct in initiating quickie sex, but he was pacing this slowly now, letting us enjoy each other's bodies on the couch before moving to the bedroom. If possible, he looked even sexier now than during our first time as we stripped next to his bed. His body wasn't the kind of striking build at first glance, not like Jack Grant's or my dad's, or even LCDR Evans' beefy muscle. But it was hard and compact and incredible. As he slipped off his jeans, I couldn't help but admire the way his boxer briefs looked on him. I'd seen men in boxer briefs before and I often wore them as workout gear, but these were more slim cut and were almost molded to his bulging thighs and rounded ass. I never thought of myself as an underwear guy, but David was turning me into one. His eyes widened when he saw me step out of my briefs, my fat tool erect and poking up. "I swear that dick looks even bigger than last time," he said in a low voice. "What are you, eight inches?" I nodded as I stood proudly for his inspection. "Something like that." "Fat, too," he added. "I love it." With that he crawled on the bed and approached my crotch. I stood next to the bed and the height was right for the man to begin to lick and suck my prick. It felt great, as great as before, only now I had the additional view of his glorious backside, from his bobbing head and powerful shoulders to that amazing ass. I didn't want to cum quickly so I thought of a bunch of things. Baseball stats... my micro econ class... what I had for dinner... anything to distract me from an immediate orgasm. It was a fun game, and it worked. I could sort of edge myself as David sucked excitedly on my bone. Finally, I pushed him off. "You almost had me cumming," I said. David grinned and licked his lips. The man loved sex and was upfront about it. I got on the bed and kissed him, our horny bodies meeting one another in embrace. I reached back and cupped his strong ass cheeks. David didn't have a meaty ass but it was round and rock solid. "Lean back," I said. "Let me suck you." He did just that, resting his head on the pillow, resting his hands by his side, and spreading his legs slightly to give me access to his crotch. I started tonguing his balls and the base of his shaft before working my way up to the prize: his meaty foreskin. Of course his uncut nature reminded me of Dad, even if the shape and size of his cock was different. His hood was different, too - thicker, more crinkled - and it gave me more to suck into my mouth. I nursed on that beautiful flap of dick skin, getting off on the contrast with my own cut dick. Either David was used to guys being fascinated with his foreskin, or else he just got off on how much I enjoyed it. He lay back and watched as I made love to his dick with my tongue and lips before slipping the hardness into my mouth. I was gaining confidence in sucking and getting better at it. I nursed with a steady suction, trying not to get too much length in my throat this time, just focusing instead on technique. It seemed to be working. I could feel David's taut body tense up and his breath get short. "Pull off, man," he urged, and I did, probably just in time. His dick leaked a clear stream of precum out of his foreskin and down his length. I wanted to take advantage of his heightened excitement, so I started licking my way beneath his shaved-smooth balls, and guided his legs up so I could go lower. David pulled his thighs back to his chest, spreading them. And like that, his magnificent hole was splayed out for me. He'd shaved everywhere down there and was smooth from his scrotum to his hole. It was the first time I'd seen a guy like that outside of porn. While I also liked a guy's hairy ass, I had to admit this looked really fucking hot. I began licking the ridge leading down to his pucker. David emitted a soft moan, signaling that he enjoyed my actions. I gave him wide licks of my tongue, finally settling to my preferred spot right at his asshole. He was freshly showered, I could tell, and had just a tiny hint of that male muskiness. It was perfect. I licked and prodded his ring with my tongue, then slurped at, practically kissing his masculine entrance. Then I jutted my tongue against him, wriggling my way inside. "Holy fuck," he grunted when I cleared my way in. I tongue fucked him wildly with regular flutters of my tongue while I felt his body shift above me, unable to withstand the sensation in stillness. I just held him and drilled more. I could have kept that up forever, but I knew we both wanted to fuck. I leaned up, my eyes sweeping up his hot form and his muscle with trimmed fur, until I saw his face full of need. "I need inside this hole," I growled, pushing my thumb into the now relaxed pucker. "God yeah," he hissed, handing me the lube and watching as I squirted a good amount right onto his asshole, quickly pushing the excess liquid inside with my finger. "That should be good," he instructed. "Just a little bit on my cock and we're good to go." I put a small drizzle on his erection, watching it drip down the sides. I knelt up, positioning myself in the saddle of a missionary fuck. I smeared the lube on my fingers along my prick but didn't add any extra. David seemed to be fine with the amount I'd applied to his ass. I fisted my meat and pushed it down to the right angle for entry as I watched the older man lean over to the bedside and grab a brown vial. I didn't know exactly what poppers were, but I had a good idea what he was doing as he unscrewed the cap and took a deep breath in each nostril. His prick jerked and his face flushed in heat. He'd barely screwed the cap on when he cried, "Fuck me, Jim." I pushed in, carefully not to breach the guy too quickly. But he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him with a rough motion. My dick plowed right in. "Fuck yeah," he said as eight inches of fat dick filled him deep. "Fucking use my hole, stud." I got the picture, fast. I humped wildly in and out of him. It was intense, feeling the excitement of the rough sex, and the idea that this man could take it. It was only later in life when I'd hear the term power bottom, but David was a power bottom extraordinaire, even more than Glen Evans. He inspired me to see if I could fuck harder, so I did, putting more strength and speed into my deep thrusts in and out of David's hot hole. Remarkably, he was both loose and snug. "Jesus, yes," he cried, through gritted teeth, almost like he was in pain. "Goddamn stallion fucking me." He offered up the brown vial, but I shook my head no. I watched as he took another hit from it. If his ass was open before, it practically blossomed around my cock now. I knew I could rail him, so I did, holding on to his legs and just pounding. David gripped his dick and pumped out his load as I started cumming. The ejaculation made my pistoning cock feel slack in his hole. We met for a hot kiss as I remained buried inside him, still now, but letting the last drops of cum seep out of my cock and into his bowels. "That was wild," I said as I finally softened and plopped out of his cum-filled ass. David got one of his playful smiles. "I'll say. Give me some poppers and I'm good for a hard fuck. Loved how you stepped up to the plate, stud." I eased myself off the man and lay on the bed, facing him. "So what are poppers? I've done pot but that's it," I said. "Amyl," he said as if that explained anything to me. "They just give you a rush. It just heightens all of your sexual sensations. It's a temporary effect, but it makes getting fucked incredible." He reached down and touched my spent, slick prick. "Particularly with a tool like this." "You're pretty wild for a professor," I said lightheartedly. David smiled. "We can be horndogs, too." He patted me on the leg. "I think you may have fucked every ounce of energy out of me. And it's been a long day." "You want me to go?" I asked. He shook his head no. "No, stay. But I'll be ready for bed soon." "That's fine," I said. The sex undoubtedly tired me out, too. David rinsed off in the shower, and I took the chance to check out the brand of his boxer briefs. I didn't want to be a copycat, but I wondered how they'd look on me. I rinsed off after him, not a full shower, just a quick hop under the spray to get off the sweat, lube, and cum. It was refreshing, and I relished the feel of David's warm damp body as we kissed again in his bed. "Glad you called me up, Jim," he said. "I'm glad, too," I replied. ***** The next day I woke up and found David in his living room area in his sexy boxer briefs, doing yoga on a mat. It certainly explained how he kept his muscle toned. I didn't want to disturb him so I quietly got dressed in his bedroom and hung out quietly at his kitchen counter, texting back and forth with Holt. David wrapped up and came over to give me a good morning kiss. "Sleep OK?" he asked. "Yeah, really well. I got laid by this hot guy last night," I joked. David laughed and patted my shoulder. "Yeah, I didn't think you were the type to go with dudes." He seemed to be mimicking a frat boy or jock, and it was funny, but I also felt self-conscious. "When they're like you... yeah," I said. "I should probably get started on my day. But any chance for a repeat?" He nodded. "You got my number, stud." We kissed once more and I left him to get on with his day. I took another walk of shame, wearing my clothes from the night before, but it gave me time to reflect on how incredible the sex had been. Part of me wondered if the man was someone I could date, but he gave no indication he was interested in anything more than sex. And still, part of me was nervous about what it meant to be sleeping with a professor. "Damnit, Jim," I thought as I walked toward my neighborhood. "Stop overthinking things." I'd gotten my rocks off big time and was riding that glorious morning-after feeling. Why ruin that? ***** I had one more hookup with David. It was a Tuesday evening, and I'd just gotten home from practice, feeling horny and not in the mood for homework. I called David to see if he was free sometime. "I'm pretty busy this week, Jim," he said. "But what do you say to a quickie?" "Um... yes." I replied in a "duh" kind of tone. "When?" "Tonight. Now. I can be ready in thirty minutes." "Oh wow," I was surprised but turned on by the impetuousness of the situation. "Yeah, I'll be there in thirty." I was still in my baseball hoodie and shorts from practice. I figured David wasn't too picky about my appearance, so after about twenty minutes I donned my Orioles cap and grabbed my phone, keys and wallet, and drove over to David's place. When he answered the door I immediately felt overdressed. This hunk of a professor was just out of the shower and had just a white towel around his waist. "Wow, you're hot," I said, stepping inside. He smiled and stepped up to me, running his fingers along the front of my hoodie. "You, too, stud. You just come from practice?" "Yeah, pretty much," I nodded. I could tell then and there that David liked the idea of sleeping with a baseball jock. We kissed, and it was great, but David didn't extend our make out session. After a few seconds he pulled back and stepped to the counter, dropping his towel and turning around. That knotted muscle ass showed itself in its full glory, two smooth orbs contrasting with his hairy legs. "There's lube here," he said, gesturing to a container on the counter. "Have at it." The man wasn't kidding when he said quickie! I did want to rim him, even if briefly, so I dropped a crouch behind him and gripped his cheeks to pry them apart for access. I gently licked and wetted down his hole, just enough to get him ready and to sample him for my own pleasure. Then I rose up and pulled down my shorts and compression briefs underneath. My erection was raring and ready to go, and I found myself breathing excitedly as I took the lube and applied a little bit to my dick, fingering the remnants on the man's shaved sphincter. David braced his upper body but was grabbing his trusty, small brown bottle. I lined myself up but waited until he took a couple of deep hits of the fumes before powering forward. Like before, his ass was snug but took me without issue, balls deep. David was already huffing another hit, and I decided to just go for it. I fucked hard, for my own pleasure. Before when I'd fucked a guy I'd tried to be attuned to how he was doing and if my size was giving him pleasure. Now, I just gripped David's hips and used them for leverage of a deep-stroke pile drive. It was great. All my sexual energy and all my day's frustration from practice was pouring out in that fuck, my heavy balls slapping the man's ass regularly. David, for his part, was grunting, urging me on and flogging away at his own cock. It was like he was in his own sexual zone. Maybe he imagined I was someone else. Or maybe he liked being taken like this. I fucked harder. It was probably only a minute. The faster, rough thrusting had me coming in short order. I gripped the hips tighter and started shooting hard into him. "Oh yeah, breed me," David cried and he stroked his own dick to orgasm, shooting all over the counter. I felt sated and more than a little exhausted as I pulled out and stepped back. I reached down and pulled up my briefs and shorts, slipping them back on over my wet, softening prick. David leaned back up, his own prick softening and wet, his chest dewy with sweat. He gave me an appreciative nod. "Fuck that was hot. Just what I needed." "Me, too," I said. I patted my pocket to make sure I had everything. "Talk later?" "Sure," he said. The man's reply had a take-it-or-leave tone, but that didn't dampen my spirits. I rode home feeling high from the no-strings pump and dump. It did make me feel like a stud. ***** Two weeks later, in late October, I had some bad news. I got injured. It happened during the first Orange and Blue World Series, an intrasquad scrimmage tournament for our team that was set to become an annual tradition. I was excited because it gave me a chance at second base, my ideal position. During the third inning, I singled and then two bats later, Lambert hit a line drive to right field. I booked it and I was being waved frantically toward third. As I was rounding second base, something gave in my knee - a pop, then a sharp pain. I hobbled to a halt as the coaching staff rushed out. It turned out that I got a meniscus tear. It hurt like the devil, but worse than that, it would sideline me for my sophomore season. The medical director and our athletic trainer were optimistic, saying that given my age and health, I'd recover in six to nine months, maybe by the start of spring season, maybe longer. But I had to do physical therapy, and who knew how it would affect my swing post recovery. I put my all into getting better, but, man, was I in a funk. I could barely study for classes, and it put a dent in my sex drive. I lost any thought of contacting David again. I gave off a vibe that told others not to bug me. Even Holt stopped coming into my room for those occasional suck jobs. Dad emailed me once a week, which he always did when he was out to sea. They were the usual father-son emails asking about school and baseball. I emailed him back and filled him in with what was going on in my life, not in great detail, but I knew he'd be upset if I didn't say anything. Dad's reply was quick as he said that his ship would be in port in Bahrain for a few days and that the internet connection would be good enough for a video call. I got up extra early the day of as Dad would be calling 7 hours ahead. We had a nice long talk in our video chat and it was good to see his face. It was refreshing to see him in the camouflage of his Navy Work Uniform for a change. After giving him all the details and telling him how angry I felt at the situation, he told me about the time he almost dropped out of the Naval Academy after a tough semester. "Just stick with it, Jimbo," he said through my laptop computer screen. "I can't guarantee your ball career will end up as you want it, but I can guarantee you'll get through this rough patch." I nodded, trying to find the silver-lining in the shitty situation I felt trapped in. Dad's pep talk was what I needed, but in the long run I was still down in the dumps for a couple of months. I started putting on weight, even more than the guys on the team normally did in the off season. I don't think I even noticed, it just hit me one day as I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror, where I saw a beefy jock build with a sturdy beer belly sticking out a few inches. Somehow that made me more depressed. At least I had my porn collection. Maybe I was getting a little too familiar with it. But it was a nice way of escape. I could fire up that special Daddies folder where I kept my favorites. I had a new favorite pic, a strong 40-something man who looked kind of like Dad, a similar beefy build and the same brown hair. He was fucking some 20-something, son-type from behind on the kitchen counter, a gruff determined look on his face as he powered a large cock into the butch muscular bottom. I shot a hell of a lot of loads to that one. ***** I slowly began to snap out of my funk after more than a month of moping. The first turning point was a Sunday afternoon in early December while Charlie and I were watching football. Exams were mostly done and in normal times, I'd be looking to enjoy some parties or time with my teammates before we headed home for the winter break. Instead, I was spending each evening in. "You doing OK Jim?" Holt said as he looked up from the TV. I plopped down on the couch next to him, bringing back a beer for both of us. "Yeah, I am," I said. "Been a rough couple of months, though." "Don't take this the wrong way, McGrath, but you're one serious dude. You need to lighten up from time to time." He meant it in the best way but it still raised my defenses. "Yeah? How exactly am I supposed to do that?" Charlie just shook his head like I was an idiot and shimmied his big beefy body in front of me. He tugged at my shorts for a second before I lifted my hips, letting Holt pull them down to my ankles. I spread my knees for him as he felt up my thighs, finally looking at me with an inviting stare. I wasn't erect or even thinking about being erect. But yeah, a Bulldozer special sounded pretty good right about then. "It's nice to take you in my mouth soft for a change," Charlie said and started licking and sucking on my prick, which gradually expanded before popping suddenly into a full hardon inside his mouth. "Nice, buddy," I encouraged, placing my hands on his shoulders as he began going down on me in earnest, working my cock with his talented mouth. If any dude ended up with Holt as a full-time guy, he'd be one lucky man. I guess I didn't realize how long I'd put off sexual release or how quick his blowjob would get me to the finish line. "Oh, man, oh fuck, I'm coming Holt, oh fuck. Shit! Ungh! Ungh!" And with that I spurted a two-week wad right down his throat, a record for me, until Charlie backed up to catch the rest of my ejaculation in his mouth. Then Holt stood up, an erection displayed in his shorts, which he pulled down just below his boner. He gave a few frantic tugs as his upper body flexed in sexual tension. His mouth was slightly open, and I could tell he'd saved a lot of my cum on his tongue, savoring its flavor and the copious volume I'd shot. His eyes got that far-off look and he mumbled a blurry, "ohhfn fucknngk." Then his knees buckled slightly and sperm spilled into and over his hand in small ropes. Charlie finally gulped my cum down and brought his own hand up to slurp off his seed. He let out a deep breath of satisfaction and sat back down next to me. "Better, McGrath?" he asked, lips still wet as he caught his breath. "Oh yeah," I said, pulling my shorts back up. Even after all this time, I couldn't believe how talented a cocksucker my roommate was. "Thanks. You're the best, Holt." He gave me a wry smile and we went back to watching an afternoon of football.