Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2022 12:16:38 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 39

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.


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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.

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PART FIVE: LOOKING FOR MR. RIGHT


Chapter Thirty-Nine New York City, New Year's, 2005-2006



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

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

We'd driven up from Charlottesville that morning, and by the time we
reached the city and checked into our midtown hotel, the winter sun was
already starting its descent. So we only had a couple of hours of daylight
to explore the city. Scott knew New York better and was playing impromptu
tour guide. We weren't going to let the cold stop us, but I wish I'd
dressed warmer. I had my winter coat on, but with no scarf and only my
Orioles ball cap, my cheeks and ears felt defenseless against the wind
whipping between the skyscrapers.

We'd sort of had in the back of our minds that we might try to squeeze into
Times Square for New Years, but the reality of the crowd, the folks who'd
been staking out a spot all day, made an alternate plan seem better. We
discussed our options as we walked down Broadway.

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

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

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

Holt and I nodded.

So we headed back out into the cold, but as we walked around the
neighborhood, we found that the bars were either fancy places with
astronomical cover charges or were completely packed, with lines out the
door.

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

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

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

"Sure," I said. But deep down, I had some major reservations. For all my
sexual experience, I'd never been to a gay bar, and some part of me was
inexplicably nervous. Being public scared me, though I figured this was New
York on New Years' and no one knew who the fuck I was. And at that point, I
just wanted to get somewhere. "Lead the way." I said.

As we walked down one of the wide avenues, the high rises gave way to
apartment buildings and lower development. Maybe it was the winter wind,
but it felt more desolate. But then there were more people on the
sidewalks, and even though I'd never been to a gay neighborhood before, I
could tell that a good number of them were gay men.

I wasn't sure if Holt had been here, but I took it that Scott had been to
this area before, maybe a lot. He led us to one place that looked big for a
bar and small for a nightclub.

The burly doorman gave us a stern look as we stepped up to the bar
doors. "You gentlemen know this is a gay establishment?" I noticed then the
way the three of us were dressed, especially in comparison to the others
waiting in line behind us.

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

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

The space was half bar, half dance floor and was dimly lit beyond the
flashing lights. The thumping music was seemingly all bass... at least
that's all I could hear in the cavernous echo-heavy room. I followed the
guys through a thick crowd of male bodies and over to the less packed bar
area, where Charlie went to get us a round.

My heart pounded nervously. In one way, I wasn't sure I belonged there. I
mean, it was a different culture, one I knew of but had been distant
from. In another way, I felt at home, not having to worry.

Besides, on top of it all, there were tons of hot guys everywhere. Young
guys, old guys, and in between. Muscular guys and trim guys, beefy or
thin. Not everyone was my type. But man, it seemed that everyone in New
York was beautiful.

Scott's eyes were scoping out the crowd, too. His burly body, bulked up
with a sweater, seemed at ease in the place and that helped me, too.

He placed his hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to shout over the
noise. "This OK, Jim?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, appreciating his looking out for me.

Scott looked over and then went over to help Holt bring the drinks
over. Charlie had ordered beers, with a round of shots to help us catch up
on our buzz. In college he'd been very much a bourbon kind of guy, but now
he handed me a clear shot with the telltale smell of tequila, which gave me
flashbacks to Mexico.

"Happy fucking New Year," Holt growled and we all tossed them
back. "Whoo..." he exclaimed at the burn. Between the cold night air and
the alcohol, my friend's cheeks were rosy.

"It's your first time in a gay bar, right, McGrath?" Holt asked as he
raised his voice just a bit to be heard over the music. "Whaddya think?"

"It feels a little weird," I admitted, tilting my cap up higher on my head
to take in the view, "but it's great."

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

He was right. Not every eye, but a lot of dudes were looking our way - at
me. Some quick glances and some stares. It was flattering as hell, and made
me stand a little taller. I didn't always have a perspective on what other
men saw in me, but being young, athletic and good looking, I was
increasingly realizing that I had what a lot of other men were into. I
thought of what Dad told me in Mexico, how he said he was glad that I
wasn't conceited about my looks, or else I'd be insufferable

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

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

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

Holt and Scott enjoyed the atmosphere and were affectionate in a way they
never were out in public - their bodies close, with Scott's arms wrapped
affectionately around Charlie's waist.

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

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

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

"Everyone needs a kiss at midnight, it's the rules," he winked. Even over
the noise of the club, I could hear a distinct accent... New York or
somewhere in the Northeast. "I'm Jeff and this is my boyfriend, Tom." Jeff
had ginger hair cut pretty short and pale features with slight freckles and
blue eyes.

Tom stood smiling next to him and was just as attractive. A few inches
shorter than Jeff, he was also muscular and fit, though a little beefier in
build than Jeff's tauter body. He had darker looks, maybe Latin or Southern
European, and his hairstyle was an identical match to his
boyfriend's. "Happy New Year," he greeted, his brown eyes looking at me
plaintively. "Do I get a kiss, too?"

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

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

"Um, Jim," I said. I then realized that my friends were standing next to
us. Indeed, when I looked over, Holt and Scott were grinning at me. "These
are my friends, Charlie and Scott."

We made small talk and red-headed Jeff went to buy us another round of
drinks. I didn't know what the dynamic was between Jeff and Tom, but I
figured I'd accept the attention they were giving me. They were older guys
in their 40s. As we talked I noticed the slight streaks of silver in Tom's
short dark hair, but both he and Jeff looked young, too. Model-like
even. The beer helped loosen me up, but I was definitely attracted to both
of them.

At one point, the couple were talking, and I fished into my wallet for a
few twenties to get the next round. I'd probably regret blowing this much
money in a night, but it felt like a special occasion.

Holt's hand landed on my shoulder as he leaned in to talk above the
music. "Think you'll be OK on your own, McGrath? Scott and I were thinking
of having a little alone time." I looked back at him and Scott. Scott was
in touchy-feely mode, with his paws on Charlie's shoulders as he stood
directly behind him.

"Sure, buddy. An hour good? I can stay out longer if I need to." I was in a
good mood, and it was still not too late.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Man of honor?" I laughed as Jeff handed me the second shot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" I asked. Of course the evening was leading up to this, but I was
surprised how easy this was, hooking up with two hot guys. I'd not had a
threesome since my time with Jack and the Rear Admiral. In comparison, this
felt fun and spontaneous.

****

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

I wasn't sure how the script was supposed to go, since I'd never been the
third with an established couple. But the three of us shed our coats, and
our bodies met in their living room. Tom took off my ball cap and tossed it
onto the nearby sofa. They ran their fingers through my blond hair, longer
than Jeff and Tom's and curling at the ends. I quickly realized I was the
center of attention when Tom and Jeff stepped up on either side of me,
their arms pulling me into them, our mouths meeting, passing back and forth
in multiple combos - kissing Tom, then Jeff, then watching them kiss, only
to do it all over again. I was turned on as fuck.

Jeff's hand was back on my crotch, kneading my now fully hard bone as he
turned to Tom with a grin. "He's really hung."

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

"Fuck, you're hot!" he slurred a little with his thick accent and started
undoing my jeans. His fingers fumbled with my belt before unfastening my
fly and yanking down my zipper. Jeff's hand cupped my jaw and pulled my
lips back to his. We were kissing once more, his tongue dancing against
mine as his fingers undid the buttons of my shirt. His fingers still a
little cold as they brushed against my toned, muscled build underneath the
T-shirt.

I felt Tom's fingers pull down my boxer briefs along with my pants,
bunching them around my thighs. My erection swung out, and Tom's hand
quickly wrapped around my shaft, angling it down before his hot wet mouth
descended onto my cock. I moaned into Jeff's mouth and wrapped my hand
around Tom's skull. This felt awesome, all around.

Jeff pulled back and looked down, watching his partner give me head. At
first Tom could only take the first few fat inches just beyond the
tip. Then Jeff watched my facial expressions as Tom started a suck-and-bob
combo, stroking the rest of my shaft in his twisting fist. "Ever had a guy
give you a blowjob?" Jeff asked. I guess I came across as a newbie.

"Oh yeah. Plenty," I said as I ran my fingers through Tom's short but
gelled dark hair, messing it a bit as he continued to slurp around my
shaft. "Your boyfriend's really good at it."

"I'm even better," Jeff winked before leaning back in and kissing me once
more. Pulling apart again, he placed his hand on Tom's hair, his fingers
next to mine as he started pushing Tom's head harder and faster into my
crotch. I looked down as I watched Tom gag a little on my dick, the head of
my fat shaft hitting the back of his throat. His eyes began to water, but
he took it, his hands on my thighs keeping himself steady. "He doesn't get
to play bottom much," Jeff said and I realized the implication. Jeff was
mostly to completely a bottom, and Tom took on top duties.

I enjoyed the pleasure of a warm mouth on my cock and imagined the
different sensations of an ass gripping my boner. "God, I'd love to fuck
him," I moaned, looked up from Tom to Jeff. "I'd love to fuck you both."

With that Tom plopped off my prick and stood up. "Fuck yeah, man," he
growled, his hands coming up to my jaw and holding my face to claim another
kiss. Meanwhile Jeff took Tom's place at my feet and shimmied my jeans and
briefs further down, just below my knees, and started sucking me. His mouth
made a gobbling sound as it stretched around the head, and then the shaft,
his tongue stroking the underside just before I slid into his throat. My
hands just about gripped Jeff's head, my fingers ruining the man's neat
blondish-red hair. Tom swallowed my moans as he sucked on my tongue. Jeff
wasn't lying, he was better than Tom even.

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

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

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

Up till that point, I don't think I'd really seen guys their age who had
smooth bodies. The men had full furry crotches, trimmed and defined, and
the normal armpit hair I'd expect. But their chests and taut abs were waxed
smooth, and from the look of things their ass and back were equally
hairless. I didn't know if I preferred that look, but it was an exciting
novelty for me.

I got a kick out of the fact that I had more body hair than the both of
them. Tom's hands were on my torso, feeling the ridges and light blond hair
on my chest and abs and finally down into my thicker bush, gripping my
8-inch cock, which pulsed and leaked in his hand. "You in college?"

"Yeah. A senior."

Tom's hand gripped my dick and appraised its girth and length. "Oh man,
this is nice."

I turned and kissed Jeff now, then alternated back to Tom. "Why don't you
suck him?" I half asked, half ordered. Tom nodded, crouched down into a
classic cocksucking position and took Jeff's pale cock in his mouth. I
stepped behind Jeff, running my hands across his shoulders, then down his
back, and finally his ass. Tom's BJ had Jeff's smooth glutes flexing. I
watched those toned, round ass cheeks tense before I dropped to my knees,
putting my hands on Jeff's bubble butt and prying it apart.

It was too dark to really see his hole, but as I leaned my face between his
cheeks, I could feel the heat from it. My tongue darted out, tasting his
pucker and realizing that the smooth buns hid some soft fur deep inside his
crack. Jeff moaned, tightening his ass as I lapped at him, gently squeezing
my face. I pressed into his eager hole. Jeff was definitely not virgin
tight, and his entrance spread open for my tongue.

"Goddamn!" Jeff hissed as his knees bent and his ass spread even more as I
took the opportunity to press my face further between his cheeks. "Oh fuck,
I'm too close," he warned pushing Tom off his cock. He did take a second to
press his buns against my face, encouraging me for one last deep lick
inside his hot hole.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, guys," Tom said, standing up. His dick was
thicker than Jeff's, not quite as fat as mine but close. It was rock hard
and his shaved-smooth nuts clung tightly to the stalk.

It was amazing to watch both of their asses as I followed them into the
adjoining room. Jeff's was rounder, a more pert pair of globes, whereas
Tom's had a full meaty muscle ass that I decided I liked even better. And
in the brighter light of their bedroom, I could see more of a difference
between the two men. Not only was Tom meatier in build, but I guessed he
was a couple years older than Jeff, maybe closer to 50.

Jeff stepped up to their nightstand and pulled out some lube and some
poppers while Tom took my hand and guided me to the bed. Tom crawled
backwards onto the mattress, pulling me onto the bed with him. Both guys
were way hot, but Tom somehow pushed my buttons more. I stretched myself on
top of his reclining body, his hands feeling up my shoulders as we ground
our cocks together and I met him with a soft kiss.

A second later, Jeff joined us, running his hand over the hard curve of my
back and ass and nudging his head toward Tom's and my kiss. I got the
message and pulled away to meet Jeff's mouth while Tom watched.

I'd been in threeway situations before, but I was quickly realizing this
was different. It wasn't just having sex with two men, it was having sex
with a couple. My presence was an extra thrill to them both, and I somehow
felt like a trophy in their bed. That made me hard and excited and I leaned
into the depth of my kiss with Jeff. I was still positioned more on top of
Tom's meaty build, but my hand ran along Jeff's body to cup his buns and
root around for his hole.

Tom was humping up against me, his hands feeling my build, over my chest
and shoulders as he watched me make out with his boyfriend.

"God you have an incredible body," he hissed.

"You guys do, too," I said honestly as I pulled back from Jeff's kiss. As
nice as their muscle bodies were to look at it, they felt even better next
to my nakedness.

My fingers dug more into Jeff's pucker. "Hand me the lube," I ordered,
though more in an urgent horny tone of voice than a commanding one. "I want
to fuck both of you guys," I said, maybe a little drunkenly, repeating my
wish from earlier.

Tom let out a happy grunt as Jeff twisted his bod and grabbed the bottle
from the nightstand next to him. As I leaned back up onto my knees, Jeff
squirted a healthy amount of liquid on my dick and we watched it run down
the sides of my shaft before Tom gripped me and worked the slickness all up
and down my 8-inch bone.

"Need plenty of lube for that bad boy," Jeff grinned, reaching back to
smear an equally heavy amount between his buns.

Tom's eyes were fixated on my cock as he worked it over with his hand. "God
you're amazing. You do porn or anything?"

It was a genuine question that caught me off guard. "No," I laughed a
little and Tom laughed, too.

"Well you could," he said looking up at me with his puppy dog brown
eyes. "You got a big fucking cock."

He was now scooting up to meet me in a kiss while Jeff lay on his back on
the bed next to us and pulled his legs back.

I broke my kiss with Tom and turned my attention to Jeff, moving over into
a mounting position and presing my hands into his hamstrings. He was
clearly the skilled and regular bottom. I worked my dick over his ring as
he unscrewed the cap of the poppers and sniffed in each nostril before
giving me the OK nod. While I wouldn't call his ring loose, it gave readily
to my cock, which pushed up steadily inside his guts.

"God yes," the man hissed. I grunted at the feel of his ass opening up, his
ring stretching only to immediately clamp down around my shaft. Jeff's
ripped muscle made a perfect V where his abs met his crotch and retracted
legs. The smooth body was lightly freckled and tan and a smaller but rock
hard dick rested flat against his belly. "This isn't your first time
fucking a guy," he observed.

Tom was now kneeling beside me, feeling me up as I fed his boyfriend my
dick. "We thought you might be cherry when we saw you at the club."

Something about that admission turned me on. But I didn't answer in
words. Instead, I looked Tom in the eye and started giving firm, hard
thrusts into Jeff. The kind of fucking that was meant more for show rather
than to get me off, even if Jeff's wet hole felt great around my cock.

Besides, the bottom emitted some loud, excited grunts with each jab, sounds
that just egged me on. Particularly as Jeff took another hit and then
jerked his meat.

It was a beautiful sight, but I turned again to Tom and met him in a
kiss. That threeway circuit was amazing. Feeling Tom's stubbled kiss and
his strong hand play with my ass cheeks as I fucked Jeff with firmer
strokes. I was drunk, and that's what kept me from firing off anytime real
soon. But I fed off the sexual energy and channeled it into the most
athletic shafting I'd given in a long time.

"Jesus," Tom hissed as he pulled back, clearly turned on as hell. I saw his
thick cock leaking some as he scooted back to take in the view of me and
Jeff rutting, my hips now a steady pounding of his ass. My hands pressed
Jeff's legs back, giving Jeff the opportunity to run a hand openly and
appreciatively over my muscled torso.

I grinned down at Jeff. "You like this?" I teased. My hips went a little
faster now.

His eyes rolled back and he let out a hiss. "Oh FUCK!" His fist worked his
boner more frantically.

I got the sense he was gonna cum before long, so I turned to Tom. "Why
don't you suck him?" I don't know how I was running this show, but I was
and I loved it.

Tom grinned and knelt down, right over Jeff's crotch. The fit wasn't easy,
but I leaned back to give him room. My hips slowed some and I fucked on
with deeper, harder shoves of my fat meat.

It took a second, but I got the fuck rhythm back once more, and Tom was
back to sucking his boyfriend. As good as this felt for me, my alcohol daze
was making this fuck about Jeff. Getting him off. Pounding him with heavy
thrusts now. Jeff let out a deep cry with each jab, one hand holding Tom
head onto his cock.

"Oh fuck, oh man," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum, guys."

Those words excited me and I started to feel my own load churning, though I
wasn't ready to cum yet. I clenched my teeth, feeling the tightening spasm
of Jeff's hole clenching my cock as his balls unloaded into Tom's greedy
mouth. I love feeling a man as he orgasms, the excitement and strain
pulsing through his body. And from the sound of Tom gulping down Jeff's
ejaculation, I gathered he enjoyed being on the receiving end of a man's
orgasm as well.

My cock was still rock hard as I pulled out of his loosened hole. As we
uncoupled and Tom pulled off, Jeff leaned up to kiss me in
appreciation. "You didn't cum," he observed, feeling my still hard and
slicked-up cock.

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

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

"I will," I promised, now feeling both the excitement and frustration of a
fuck interrrupted. "Why don't you lie face down?"

I could sense the man's apprehension as he did just that. Tom stretched his
muscular body out while Jeff slipped a pillow beneath his hips. I slowly
pulled his legs apart then leaned in to grip each cheek. Like Jeff, he was
shaved or waxed smooth, but the fur was soft and thick in his crack. I
wanted to eat out his hot, meaty ass real bad, so I dove in, pressing my
face between his muscled cheeks, my tongue lunging into his crack,
searching and finding his hole as I slicked down the hairs, focusing on his
tangy pucker. Crouching above him, and going to town, licking and tonguing
and munching his hole. Tom might not have been as experienced a bottom, but
he responded to the rimjob even more than Jeff, bucking his hips back into
my face and grinding his hole against my mouth. I could have stopped at
that point and just mounted him, but I kept at it, licking and feasting on
him, while Jeff looked on, stroking his renewed boner.

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

I didn't want to give the man any time to get nervous again, so in one
smooth motion I came up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I gave
my cock one smooth stroke with the other, mixing my precum with the lube
and ass juice from my fuck with Jeff. I pulled open one of Tom's buns, my
other hand holding the base of my cock steady as I started working my
cockhead against, and finally into, his relaxed hole.

We both grunted as I breached his entrance. He was definitely tighter than
his boyfriend, and I savored the feel of his clenching chute around the
head of my cock. I leaned down over him, my hands falling onto the mattress
in the space just under his arms. While kissing his neck, I muttered,
"Relax, man, just let me in. I'm not gonna rush you."

He was turned on now, bucking his hips back against me as more cock entered
him. Slowly, still, but steady in its forward motion. And he wasn't taking
advantage of the poppers, either. Jeff's hole had felt great, but Tom's was
fucking tight and the friction felt incredible against my bone.

Tom grunted as I was finally buried in him, pausing at the full entry, but
just for a second. Feeling the twin sensations of drunkenness and sexual
heat, I took deep breaths while Tom's tunnel pulsed and choked my entire
cock. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists against the bed. I could
feel the heat from his back an inch from my chest, and I wanted to fuck bad
now.

I was having a hard time with restraint, but I held steady. Eventually,
maybe soon even. Tom's hips began bucking up and grinding against my groin,
stirring my cock still buried in his rectum. That was the sign I needed. I
pulled out of him, feeling his hole tighten, only to then spear back into
him with slow steady force. Tom gasped, so I took my time again. He was
definitely going to feel me tomorrow.

I could feel that this was something Tom only indulged in on special
occasions. But soon I felt his hole beginning to relax, my cock now
comfortably sliding in and out. So I started thrusting into the muscle
guy. Gradually picking up steam, I leaned up and placed my hands on his
muscled upper arms to hold his chest down as I pounded him. His head buried
in the pillow, his ass stuck out, now eagerly taking my powerful thrusts as
the wet base of my cock slapped his muscled cheeks.

Deep groans turned into whimpers, and then his hand snaked down to his
crotch. He wanted to get off.

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

I collapsed on his body and gave a soft kiss to his neck. "Thanks, man,
that was incredible." Between the sex and alcohol, my body felt hot and
flushed and spent. I pulled my hips back, feeling my wet and rubbery cock
slip from his chute as his hole began pushing me out. Slowly, I gathered
the energy to roll off him.

"Lie right there," Jeff urged Tom as he slid in behind and between his
boyfriend's spread thighs and started rimming his freshly-fucked hole,
going for my fresh load with his tongue. All the while he jerked wildly on
his dick, eager to get a second nut.

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

We gathered ourselves and I took a piss, briefly splashing water on my face
to cool down. I was sobering up, just a little.

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

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

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

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

I got dressed and bundled back up for the cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You able to come again?"

"Probably." I smiled.

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

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

It was partly the impetuousness of the situation but Tom's head felt even
better than before. He couldn't take me deep, but he was eager to blow me,
and I loved looking down and seeing this handsome, older man giving me
head. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and began stroking me in rhythm
with his blowjob, the sounds wet but soft and muffled. I ran my hand over
his scalp and through his now messy dark and gray-streaked hair. I suppose
it was risky doing it right here on the stairs, but it was late and we'd
probably hear if anyone was coming.

Still, I knew not to hold back. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back
agasint the wall as I conjured every sexual thought in my head. I thought
of my first load that was probably dripping out of Tom's hole right then. I
thought of how much this hot guy wanted my cum. I pumped his cock-sucking
mouth with gentle thrusts of my hips.

My fingers on his head pushed him down a little more onto me. The snugness
of the back of his mouth tipped me over the edge. I caught my gasps in my
throat, keeping as quiet as possible as I spurted into his mouth. Not as
copious a load as before, but that nut still felt great. Tom softly mumbled
around my cock as he swallowed it all.

Tom was all smiles as he stood up and kissed me, slowly and almost
romantically. I was tasting a little bit of my own cum in the
process. "Thanks," he said. "Happy New Year."

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

"I gotta get back," he half whispered.

"Yeah," I acknowledged.

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

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

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

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

"Good night, Jim."

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