Date: Mon, 4 May 2020 11:55:43 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 4 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) 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. If not, sit back, unzip, and enjoy. For more of my stories, see the Authors page here at Nifty archive. 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. It is told in chronological order and adjusts many of the earlier chapters. 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. Chapter Four's revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Cody, who has helped on a number of chapters. My thanks to him for his contributions and inspiration for this version. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake PART ONE: COMING OF AGE Chapter Four Norfolk, Summer 2001 After Pete moved away, I decided that I may be young still, but that I wanted, needed, to learn more about sex. With dad out to sea again, I was jacking off constantly and openly around an empty house, where I had almost free rein to wander around naked. I'd long had same-sex fantasies, but now I felt freer to be myself, to explore them, and get off on them. I relived my experiences with Hotel Dan and Pete, and I got really into internet porn. Each time I turned off the computer, I had this recurring, worrying thought that this might not be healthy. But looking back, I think it was a lifeline that helped me come to terms with my sexual attractions. I was drawn to the pictures, videos, and stories of guys with older men. It wasn't an exclusive fixation, at least I didn't think it was, but the fantasy of a middle-aged stud, built and hairy, was usually enough for me to get my rocks off. Meanwhile, for the most part, I didn't get the same hots for my teammates or classmates. While guys my age could be attractive, and I noticed and responded to their looks, they just didn't affect me with that level of intensity. A couple of teachers and coaches, on the other hand.... This was when I started fantasizing about Dad. The sexual pull my father had on me was probably always there, deep down, since puberty. USN CAPT Robert McGrath just represented what a man should be to me, in every sense, personally and physically. A couple of times, even, when Paul was out, I made my way to Dad's den, naked, and sat back in his dad's big, leather, executive swivel chair. His many promotion photos were strewn around the now empty house, and in the credenza by his desk was an image of him in his dress uniform, his face stoic but chiseled. I jerked my dick wildly, and it never took long to cum. I made sure my seed stayed in my fist and didn't get on Dad's chair. Yes, I felt fucked-up as hell each time I came fantasizing about him. But the orgasms always seemed to be worth the guilt. I tried to keep myself from going to that fantasy headspace, but when I did, it felt undeniably powerful. I decided the problem was that I need something more than fantasy men and porn. So over the summer, I searched for real men and real experiences. Maybe search is too strong a word, because my next experiences came to me. At least partly: Hotel Dan and I had talked about the "look" guys had when they were interested in sex, and that helped me recognize when guys were interested in me... and to have the balls to return the look. My next encounter came from a slow night at the casual restaurant where I was waiting tables for a summer job. It was a Tuesday night in late June, and a dark-haired, and distinguished man in his 40s was dining alone in our corner booth. In Norfolk, you can immediately recognize the Department of Defense men, or "the Suits" as my Dad liked to call the civilian leadership. This man was definitely a DOD man and was dressed in a dark, business casual polo shirt, filled out by his fit body, and a pair of light-gray, thin wool trousers that molded to his legs. He had brown eyes with an olive-tan complexion, suggesting maybe an Italian-American background, and his bare forearms were covered in a soft coating of hair. As I brought him his meal, he kept asking me what there was to do at night in Norfolk. It was an innocent enough question, but laced with innuendo. He was looking to get laid. Initially I thought he was looking for a woman. His left hand had a gold wedding band visible, but I tried not to be judgmental. I told him of some hotel bar the singles were reputed to frequent. "It's a weeknight, though," I shrugged. He ate slowly, and ordered a beer after dinner. I kept checking on him. Not in a weird way, but more attentive. Part of it was just that the place was slow and I was bored. But I certainly found the older man attractive and enjoyed getting a better look at him as I worked my server charm, grinning next to his booth as he sipped his domestic beer bottle. DOD guy seemed to appreciate my presence, chatting me up with small talk. It turns out he came to Norfolk every month or so from D.C. "I'm Mark by the way," he said as I came back a third time to check on him. He seemed to have a flirty smile, but maybe he was just in a good mood after his beer. "Jim," I introduced myself. He ran his fingers distractedly through the beaded condensation along the neck of his beer bottle. "No offense, Jim, but you live in one godforsaken boring town," he said, his gaze fixing me more directly. His tone was playful, but I got the sense he really didn't like his trips. "No argument here," I laughed, and Mark laughed, too. "Well, thanks for keeping me company," he grinned and I swore his dark eyes were communicating something to me. But I sure as hell didn't want to misread the signals here. I was in my hometown, at work no less, not some Richmond hotel, and I didn't even know this guy. "No problem," I said, unable to resist being a little flirty in my reply. He held up his nearly empty beer. "I'll get another one of these. It's been a long day." "Yes, sir," I said and went to have the bartender bring Mark his second beer. I checked on my only other table, who were paying their bill, and took a little time getting back to Mark's booth. He seemed eager for the company, but I didn't want to hover. His face and brown eyes lit up though as I walked back. He seemed to have a cagey expression as I watched his eyes scan the room to make sure the place was still mostly empty. It was. That's when he leaned back against the side of the booth, spread his legs, and quickly gripped his crotch. I could see his erection, plain as day, a ridge that rode up and to the side, forming a lump in his trousers. It looked bigger than the erections I'd seen to that point, at least in real life. I felt flush from the sight as I didn't hide my gaze. I almost resisted his advances. But I had dreamed of another opportunity for sex and didn't want to lose this one. "Nice," I said, nervously acknowledging my interest. "What time do you get off?" he asked, his voice filled with a clear need. "Normally ten," I smirked . "But, it's slow as hell tonight," I said as I gave a quick look around the floor. "So, I can probably get out by nine." Which was in about thirty minutes. That made Mark happy. "I'll wait out in my car. It's the silver Beamer." Everything from then was nonchalant. Mark paid his check. And with my last customer gone, I helped clean up and get prep done for the morning shift. About ten of nine, I finally asked my manager if I could take off, and she agreed. I walked out and easily found Mark's Beamer. His window was down and I could see he was massaging his hardon through his trousers. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Jim," he growled softly. For such a clean cut, pulled-together man, he had an exciting sexual edge that turned me on. "You, too, sir," I said. "Any objections to coming to my hotel?" He was horny and went straight to the point. I shook my head no, and he gave me his hotel and room number. "Give me a five-minute head start," he said. I was nervous as hell walking through the hotel lobby. Nervous the front desk people would stop me. Nervous I'd run into someone I knew, or worse, someone my Dad knew. I had formulated a half dozen excuses for why I was there, but all of them sounded lame. Fortunately, I didn't need them. The desk clerks didn't even look up as I strode in and made my way to the elevator. And fuck, was it the slowest elevator, too. Finally, I was on the third floor and walking down the hall. A gentle knock on the door and Mark was opening it up and letting me in. As the door shut behind me, the man's hungry mouth and hands were on me almost immediately. I returned his rough kisses, feeling his solid build against me as he pulled my body into his. I could tell he was horny and more than a little impatient. "I told myself I was gonna be a good boy tonight," he growled, looking me over, appreciating my body as he slipped off his loafers and began untucking his polo shirt before undoing his belt. "But you're hot as fuck." "You, too," I said, dumbly. I found I was just repeating what he said. But this DOD man was pushing my buttons. He was real, and not some computer-screen porn star. He paused before he undid his trousers. "Are you new to this?" he asked. I could tell he was now wondering if he'd misjudged me. And maybe my younger age was sinking in. I probably looked 18 but not much older. "I've done it before," I replied. I looked down at his hands still clasping the fly of his trousers. Need now flooded in my voice as I confessed, "I want to suck your dick, sir." That was the magic word, because he exclaimed, "Fuck yeah," and undid his pants, letting his trousers drop as he dug his fingers into his boxers, pulling the fabric down, revealing a nice-sized, uncut, Italian-American hardon. I walked up to him slowly, enjoying the sexual anticipation of sex I had been craving all summer. Mark stepped out of his trousers, stroking his thick piece, as he watched me kneel down. He tucked the waistband of his boxers under his balls, but I wanted nothing between me and my craving. Mark smirked as I pulled the cotton fabric down his hairy thighs, and he kicked his underwear into the corner of the hotel room. His cock was just shy of 7 inches, normal in width, uncut, and all in all, quite a respectable tool. Bigger than Pete Miller, bigger than Dan the hotel guy. I looked up at Mark, staring down at me, lips parted, his hand behind his back as he let me inspect his meat. I still relished the excitement of seeing another man's cock, aroused, erect. I wanted a taste. I nuzzled my smooth face against his hot rod, breathing in his scent, as I dragged my lips over his shaft. That made Mark smile. "My wife won't blow me," he said, matter-of-factly. I honestly didn't know how I felt about that. Naively, I had always compartmentalized gay guys from married men, but Mark was definitely married and definitely eager to get head from me. And, I wanted this, even more badly now that I knew it was going to happen. I opened my mouth and slowly took in the head. Mark watched as I peeled back the foreskin, letting my lips lock around the head. It gave me a thrill to do so. "Cocksucker McGrath," I imagined the taunt, but instead of feeling ashamed, I was turned on. That was my first encounter with an uncut cock, other than seeing them in porn. Mark and I held each other's gaze as I gripped his shaft, letting the skin glide over the inches I still couldn't put into my mouth comfortably. I let his foreskin roll over and over the head inside my sucking mouth, letting my tongue slide in beneath the head, wrapping both in his natural hood. Mark bellowed, his hands now in my short blonde hair, stroking my temples gently, whispering that I was the fucking best. It wasn't the best blowjob, but I was proud that I was able to swallow most of the man's length and to get a good sucking motion going as Mark's hips began rocking gently, fucking my face. The guy clearly felt he'd hit the jackpot in this small city, as he kept praising me, holding my head, caressing my hair, moaning how exquisite my mouth was was, how I had such a talented tongue, how I looked so innocent, yet so fucking hot on my knees with my lips wrapped around his shaft. I looked up to see his facial expression change, and sure enough his legs tensed as I fellated him closer to completion. It didn't take him long either. His breath grew heavy and his core tightened. I sucked and stroked him with a bit more vigor as I felt his shaft plump before heavy spurts of salty, DOD seed jetted into my mouth and over my tongue, finally sliding down my throat. The man's orgasm thrilled me, and I moaned appreciatively, feeling his satisfied dick finally slip from my lips. Mark came down from the high of his orgasm, taking deep breaths. He smiled like he had won the lottery. "Fuck, Jim" he breathed. "I fucking need that bad." I wiped the spittle that was forming on my lips as we were back to staring at each other. I wasn't sure if Mark was going to reciprocate, but he urged me to sit on the bed, and he knelt in front of me. He let out a slow whistle as he pulled my pants and briefs off my hips and freed my angry, leaking cock. "Jesus, don't know how a boy your age grows 'em so big," he said, stroking my 8-inch, cut length. He pulled the head toward his parted lips and started slowly sucking what he could take. I fell back on my hands, moaning softly as I watched his masculine mouth work - warm, wet and wonderful. I was surprised a married guy was so good at this. I'm not sure if it was just him or his cocksucking, but it didn't take me long to get so close. I warned him, through clenched jaws. He was undeterred and kept at it. With a soft cry, I unloaded into his waiting mouth. Maybe I was just backed up and extra horny, but that cum felt really amazing. Afterward, Mark suddenly looked ashamed and nervous. "You gotta go," he said softly as he stood up. "Yeah," I agreed. I don't know if the man felt bad about cheating on his wife or bad about the gay sex. Or maybe my youth was bothering him now that he'd gotten his rocks off. Whatever it was, it made me feel shitty, too. At least the sex was hot while it lasted. ***** It was the off-season, and I did my conditioning runs in the early mornings in order to beat the summer heat. Virginia Beach has an extensive paved boardwalk that makes an excellent place to run. Furthermore, that early, it's not crowded with the tourists and beachgoers yet. It's mostly just a couple of elderly folks walking and the assorted Navy men getting their fitness runs in as well. It was on one of my conditioning runs, one July morning at that prime hour after sun rise but before the heat starts. I was on my second lap around the boardwalk when a Navy man caught my eye. Tough, with a wiry build, big plate pectoral muscles swirled with dark hair, which formed a treasure trail down his firm, flat abdomen. The stud was wearing only a pair of dark blue shorts emblazoned with NAVY (in case I didn't already know from the buzz cut and the dangling dogtags around his neck) and his sneakers. A good day's worth of stubble was still unshaven that morning, and it made his brown eyes even more piercing as our gaze met when we passed each other, running in opposite directions. I was similarly shirtless, and dressed in running shorts, jock strap, and sneakers. I did a double take, and fuck if the Navy man didn't do the same, both of us snaking our heads around as we passed each other at a good clip. I noticed that his back was just as fine as his front, with compact, powerful lat and delt muscles fusing into one mass of man machine. Lap two, we passed again. His eyes swept up and down my nude torso then locked once more with my own stare. My heart skipped an extra beat. I remembered what Dan had told me about "the look," only this was the last place I expected to encounter it. Lap three and we were both sheened with sweat. Again, we locked eyes as we approached and this time, he nodded. I nodded back and soon we were past one another and speeding away from each other, but not before we both looked back. Finally, I was on my cool down lap when I saw Navy man in the distance leaning over the water fountain. His pale, damp skin shone bright in the morning summer sun, and damned if he didn't look even better leaning over, stretching his toned muscle. When I got there, he was just finishing. He smiled at me and gestured, "All yours, buddy," in a deep, mellifluous voice. I was worried he was going to take off while I drank my fill, but instead he hovered nearby, stretching his calves on a bench. He looked my way, with an emptiness that might have been just about anything, but which I interpreted as hunger. Emboldened, I walked up to him and joined him in some cool down stretches. "Love this run," I add, inconsequentially. "Me, too. Don't think I've seen you here before," he said, absently wiping the sweat off his brow. His underarm was forested with a deep, dark thicket of manfur. His presence up close was even more intoxicating. His muscles were just perfect, full and flushed with the cardio workout. I was starting to get hard just standing there in front of him, hoping my stare wasn't too obvious. "Just started. Running in the morning that is. I've been on a pretty strict exercise regimen the last year." I put my hands on my hips and could feel my semi-erection jutting out in my shorts. It was obscene, but it wasn't like there was much room for me to hide it. He paused and pursed his lips as he looked me up and down. "Yeah, I can tell you take pretty good care of yourself," he said. I was proud of my body and felt sexy standing before this guy, buff and tanned from the summer. His complements only made my chest swell out and my cock twitch. "Nothing like you," I added. Again, we stood silently staring at each others' bodies. Two shirtless runners sizing each other up in lust. "You're leaner, and younger, that's all. You work what cha got, you know?" I nodded, then he added, half under his breath. "Look, buddy, do you want to go let off some steam? I'm horny enough to fuck a hole through a cement wall right now." His directness shocked me, but turned me on, too. "Yeah, me too," I barely croaked. He smiled in response. "Know where Oakview Court is?" he asked. One of the condo-filled developments halfway between here and Norfolk proper. I replied I did. "1249 Oakview. 15 minutes. OK?" "OK, man," I said, pulling my pockets back to draw more attention to my fat semi. I don't know what possessed me to be so bold, but it was appreciated by my Navy man, who grinned and nodded. "God, can't fucking wait, buddy," he intoned in his strong New England accent. I found it no problem, and the man was waiting there leaning against his car. "Glad you came, I was worried you'd back out," he greeted me. "Why?" I asked as I got out of my car. It was nearly 8 now and the heat of the day was peaking through the morning haze. "A lot of young guys freak out. You're pretty young aren't you? 18? 19?" I considered lying, but didn't. "Actually, I'm 17." "You're shitting me? 17, Christ! Man, well at least you got the body of a 21-year-old," he said. I was worried he'd back out, but instead the hot Navy man led me into his place. The A/C felt great on our overheated muscles as we stepped in. He turned to me with that intense look in his eye and reached forward to touch my naked upper body, his fingers tracing up my smooth abs and taut chest and finally over my pink nipple. "You're incredibly hot, you know that?" he said softly. "Yeah?" I replied, nervous but excited. I enjoyed being complimented by this perfect stud, and the idea he was into me was going to get me hard. He nodded, eyes going down to my crotch. "You look pretty hung, too." Emboldened, I hooked my thumbs over my shorts and jockstrap and peeled them down my thighs. My prick jutted out, swaying out almost immediately into a full-blown erection. I couldn't believe this was happening, that I was about to have sex so soon, with a guy, whose name I didn't know. But my dick had a mind of its own, and it wanted relief. "FUCK!" the Navy guy swore. "You're hung like a fucking horse. How big is that fucking thing?" I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or proud. "Like eight inches, I think," I replied tentatively, watching it bob between us. "That's frickin' beautiful. Let's go back to the bedroom," he growled. "I wanna suck that big boy." I complied, my dick still out, following him as I watched him shuck his own shorts and start walking down the hall. His ass was stunning in its hard muscular rounded shape. All of him was perfect, really. This was better than any porn I'd watched. His bedroom was a typical guy bedroom. There was even a Penthouse magazine by the bed. I made a joke about it. "Yeah, my fiancée hates them, but she's outta town, so hey..." "Your fiancée?" I asked as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hairy legs spread apart, his smaller but still impressive erection sticking straight up from his crotch. "Yeah, I'm engaged. She doesn't have this, though," he growled as his hands caressed my engorged cock until he pulled my hips into his face. Even fully excited, I'm hung enough that my meat rarely stands up higher than a 45 degree angle from my abs. So its heft landed down on the man's handsome face with a plod. As he tongued the base where my balls attached to the shaft, my prick surged a little and leaked a lot. With my hands at my sides, I looked down, and even I was impressed at how my dick seemed to cover half his face. His hand circled my cock and he licked at the piss tube running the length. I don't remember being so excited, at least not since my time with Dan. "Mind if I take my time with this beauty? I don't know when I'll get another chance at a fucker like this," he muttered before licking the cocktip with swirls of his tongue. "Take all the time you want, guy," I replied with a groan. "Only if you keep making me feel as great as you're doing now, you can swing on my dick any time you please." He backed up slightly and slurped the excess spit back into his mouth. "Careful kid," he growled through gritted teeth, "I may take you up on that." He leaned back and guided my fully engorged staff downward until the corona of the head nestled behind his top lip. When he closed his lips and sucked, it sent another wave of pleasure coursing through my being as I locked my hands behind my head watching the Navy man enjoy my dick. Impatient, I flexed my hips and pushed a couple of inches inside. His oral cavity was hot and wet, and it was matched by his cocksucking skill as he stretched his jaws open to accommodate my width with a groan. Fuck, did it look hot sinking my bone to that sailor. Big, wide honker pushing in, centimeter by centimeter, wedging its heft into his craw. I'd meet resistance, back off a second, even withdraw a little, then push forth again, spearing the Navy man's hot gullet. They didn't make them any finer than this either. Buff, masculine and in his prime, he hunkered down for his duty. I was insistent, feeding him more double-wide cock until finally, my furry nuts bounced against his dimpled chin. I was home. Appreciatively, I ran my hands all over my stud cocksucker, feeling the bristle of his close-cropped hair, and massaging the firm delt muscles that were twitching like mad as Navy man struggled to get all the air he could through his nasal passage. I wanted to give him a break and slowly extracted my cockmeat from its new home. I stopped just as the exposed flared head breached the entrance, making contact only with his laving tongue. "Fuck!" he muttered as he sucked in air. I gave him a second and pushed back in. This time it went in smoothly, quickly, and deep. I blessed my luck in finding not only one of the hottest men in Virginia Beach, but a pro dickeater as well. "There you go, buddy," I cooed, starting a gentle sway of my hips to start a face fuck action. I don't know the effect on him, but it was like manna for my dick. My previous blow jobs, from Pete or Hotel Dan or DOD Mark, had nothing on this. It was my first time not passively receiving head but actively fucking a guy's mouth. The suction, the wetness, the tight confines all drove me mad. I fucked harder, and now the hardness of my lower abdomen was nudging against his forehead in a steady rhythm. I wasn't sure how this guy could handle it. But he took it, crouched, willing and ready. I wondered if he'd been on his knees in front of some Navy lieutenant or Marine Corps major before, wolfing down superior cock. I thought of my Dad, ordering around junior officers, spreading his legs so that the white material of his uniform trousers stretched `til large hairy knuckles dragged along the ridge trapped beneath, unzipping the gates holding back the officer's manhood. Fuck! I thought, pulling myself back from the brink of orgasm and hissing in air as this real life sailor competed favorably with the fantasy. "Suck that cock..." I groaned, "deeper..." I was feeding off my own heightening desire, and mimicking the way Dan had growled sex talk at me as he fucked my face. My balls were wet from the spit that ran down his chin. My knob wedged deeper and tighter into his throat. My thrusts became faster and harder. Without warning, my lock breached and my balls pumped their wad. I could tell the injections were thick and copious by the gulping, choking sounds the man was making. Quickly, he pulled off, and I grunted as the rest of my ejaculate sprayed over his upper bod. Jesus, it felt like my balls were turning inside out as I cried with release. I looked down and surveyed the aftermath. My white juice clung to his chest and neck, a lot of it, too. Further down, I saw his pud enwrapped in his palm, white pearly juice spilled over the sides of his fingers. Sometime in the process, Navy man had shot off, too, and I felt proud of the fact. "You sure took a fast ride, big boy," the guy smiled as he wiped the spit and cum from his face. ***** That's how it went for the next month. Twice a week, we'd meet at the boardwalk, finish our jog, and go back to his place, where he'd Hoover my meat like nothing else. We had to cool it when his fiancée was staying over, but even then I'd occasionally hear my cell phone ring, and we'd arrange an afternoon or night time quickie. And the thing was, I never got bored. We didn't hang out beyond some quick small talk before or after the blowjob, but something about his personality put me at ease. Kevin was his name, and he told me he was a noncommissioned officer, Petty Officer Second Class. He turned me on so much, and his cocksucking was so good, I boned up the minute I saw him. One night, on my evening off work, I was sitting in my bedroom watching the tube when my phone rang. "Hey, Big Boy," he greeted in a not-normal voice. Of course by now, he knew my name but playfully called me Big Boy any chance he could. "What's wrong, Kev?" "Jess and I broke up." Of course the news was not a complete surprise, but I still had sympathy. "Wanna talk about it, buddy?" I offered. "Can you come over?" It was only 8 and I had no pressing plans that evening. "Sure, be right over." You could tell Kevin was worked up, but he smiled when he opened the door and saw me. "Thanks, Jim, you're a real bud. Come on in." I wanted to ask why he didn't ask any closer friends to come over, but then again, I already knew. He offered me a beer and we sat down to watch the Braves play the Cardinals. "You like baseball?" he asked. "Yeah. I play it." "No shit?" "Really? Varsity team, scholarship bound, all that crap. Pretty good at it, I'm told," I said with half modesty. "Well fuck me!" he laughed, shaking his head. "Bet you're the top at it, all right. You know, I barely know ya, don't I, Jim?" "'s all right. I barely know you, I guess." We both sipped our beers and silently watched the game some more. Finally, he blurted, "Man, Jim, why am I such a fuck up?" "Whadda mean?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant. "I can't keep a relationship going, cause she thinks I'm too emotionally distant and she's fucking right.... And the first thing I can think about after she dumps me is how bad I want to call some high school kid over so I can suck his dick." "Well, if I shouldn't be here..." I started, a little peeved. I motioned to get up, only his firm hand positioned itself in the middle of my chest and held me still. "Sorry, Jim, I didn't mean it like that. It's just... well I gotta work some shit out, but I appreciate you coming over like you did." "Sure," I hesitated. His hand smoothed the cotton of my T-shirt `til his fingers began to trace my sensitive nips. "And I hope we can continue to have some fun this summer." I nodded and guided his hand down the ripples of my stomach til it rested on my plumped-up cock. "I guess you can guess Big Boy's answer, can't ya?" I teased. His look of concern widened into a huge smile and he leaned forward to kiss me. All my times with Kevin had been blow and go sessions. Now, we were sharing our first kiss. It had been almost two months since I'd kissed another guy and realized instantly how much I'd missed it. This lacked the deep emotion I'd felt with my buddy Pete, but it was no less intense. Kevin knew how to kiss. Every caress of his lips and movement of his tongue worked me up. We made out on his couch, slowly and intently, and it felt wonderful. Usually our sessions were hot and fast, this time it built up slowly as we took the time to explore each other. "Think you can stay the night, Jim? I need it, bud." "Not sure that I can, man," I said. Paul was fine with me staying out late, but the whole night would be something else. "I'm not in a rush to get back home though." Kevin smiled. We made our way back to his bedroom, where slowly and silently we stripped. Somehow his muscled, military-honed body looked even more magnificent in the yellow incandescent light from the bedside lamp. Kevin took care of his body, for sure. His torso was chiseled, with dark fine hairs on his chest and abs, and I admired how his back was in proportion to his front, with enough of a V to give real definition but also a bulky knottiness in his rhomboid and trap muscle balancing his lats. I thought back to those men's magazines I used to stroke to, and this U.S. Navy sailor gave those men a run for their money. I dropped my shorts and jock as Kev unzipped his jeans, kicking them and his briefs down his muscled legs before stepping out of them, finally naked. His dick was raging and erect, which made me feel like a million bucks peeling off my clothes. I ran my hands over my bare muscles, both to show off to him and to examine what was turning him on. I'd been hitting my stride with exercise and diet lately, and I had to admit that for a guy my age, my build was surprisingly developed and mature. If Kevin had been moody before he seemed to perk up as he watched me step forward. A gentle smile formed on his, and he stepped over his clothes to close the distance between us. Our hands reached out simultaneously, latching onto our hips and oblique muscles. I'd had a lot of fun with Kevin up until this point, but this felt sexier somehow, more intimate and playful. It wasn't just him getting in between my legs to give me head. His hands traveled along my flank, and Kevin seemed to enjoy exploring my body. I know I relished touching his. Up until now, sex had been about cutting to the chase. Blowing a guy, or having him blow me. I wasn't sure what Kevin had in mind, but this chance to feel a guy up felt as marvelous as having his mouth on my cock. Well, almost. When we kissed it was electric. Our hands snaked around each others' necks as our mouths connected and our tongues softly danced against one another. I followed Kevin's lead, copying the supple work of his tongue along my lips and into my mouth. This was different than the furtive time with Pete, or the impetuousness of Dan or Mark. Kevin's hand ran down to my shoulder, where he gave my muscle a quick squeeze. I felt him pull me back with him, as we made our way to his bed. We barely relinquished the kiss as he fell back on the mattress and I followed, stretching my teen body on top of his stronger, older body. Our tongues now dueled as our kiss gained intensity. Bare flesh radiated heat and rubbed smoothly against each other. Dicks batted against one another like two clashing swords. Our bellies smeared with the moist sap of our pre-ejaculate. Finally, with an urgent pull, Kevin grabbed my wrist and pulled it downward. I thought he was leading me to his genitals, so I grasped the tumescent stalk, then the testicles hanging tight against it. But he pushed further down between his hairy legs. I took the hint and pressed onward, running my rough baseball-callused fingertips along the ridge of his perineum. Kev sucked in a deep breath and arched his back as he sucked on my tongue. His powerful, hairy legs spread and soon the pads of my fingers were tracing the contours of his rosebud. He was tight and dry. Kevin broke our kiss and looked up at me with a vulnerable but eager look. I took the initiative and ran my fingertips more deliberately over his wrinkled, taut hole. Kevin's eyes grew excited. He nodded, then reached over into the night stand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "Put out your fingers," he commanded. I complied and felt the cool gel rain down my digits. I moved them back in place and applied the viscous fluid to his sphincter, repeating my back and forth teasing motion from before. "Yes, that's it," he groaned, pulling his head up to look intently at what was going on between his legs. "Ever fuck anyone, Jim?" "Not a guy," I answered. But the tone of my voice captured how much I wanted to. "If you think you can take it easy, Big Boy, I want you to have a go at it." He laughed as my fat cock pulled up off of its resting place on his thigh. This was a fucking dream come true. "Just be sure to grease that monster up. It's been a while since I've taken it that way." "Yes sir," I mock-saluted, my cock even more rigid than my posture. I lifted my body off Kevin's and grabbed the tube. I sat back on my heels and let the lube flow down its rigid length. I looked up at him, questioning. "A little more, Big Boy," he said. I grinned and squirted another glob, adding a bit to my palm. I tossed the container aside and slicked up my prick until it glistened in the low lamp light. "Wow," was all Kev said as he eyed my erection and raised his legs. My hands gripped his knotted, hairy calves, helping to open his ass as I rested his hairy legs on my broad shoulder, his ankles at my ears. I pushed down my rigid shaft until the round head butted against the drawn gates guarding his rectum. I looked up at Kev and once again he nodded. I put my attention back down to our connection before I flexed my hips, applying the gentlest of pressure to make an indent and nestle the prick head enough to stay put without my hand on it. I held still. "Oh, Jesus, you're huge, Jim. I got a regular horse-dicked baseball stallion ready to fuck me. You want all that meat in there don't cha?.... I can feel it, my hole's opening up.... Ungh! It's cleared the ring, buddy. Feel it?" I nodded, sweat now forming on my brow and my chest heaving in heavy breath as I felt his hole accept my invasion. I couldn't believe how incredibly hot it was to watch the slick head of my prick slip and disappear into his silky, tight insides. "Yeah, you do. Your first manfuck's the best, ain't it?" I looked up quickly into his face, grunting a wordless but affirmative reply. I loved the way he looked at me as I sank into him, but I also had to look back to our sexual contact. His ring now stretched around my shaft, just below the head. So far, I'd let his hole dictate the pace, but I couldn't resist taking the initiative now to inch dick more into him. "Oh shit, you're driving it in now, pushing it..." Kev hissed. "....that's cool, bud. Just take it easy. We got time. That ass is yours buddy. Big Boy knows that." His hardon flagged some during my penetration, but he stroked it and watched me have my first topping experience. "He's fucking taking it right now. Another goddamn fat fucker inch of yours." My Navy guy did most of the talking, but I was feeling it too. Nice, tight crevice for my overheated prick. The bass quality of his voice made it all the hotter. That and the sight of the hunky young military man splayed back before me on the bed, his chest and shoulders almost involuntarily flexing as his guts accommodated me. I felt his will rising up, only to be conquered by my invading cock inches. The man hissed as my balls pressed against his hairy muscle. I couldn't believe Kevin could take me all, but he was clearly enjoying this, his dick now hard as nails once more. I pulled back a few inches and pressed into him again - me more confident now, him more relaxed. No longer defensive, Kevin reached forward and placed his hands on my waist, right above my hips. I thought he was doing it to stop me, but instead he gently encouraged my thrusts. I took the cue to let my hips take over until I found a steady comfortable rhythm for both of us. I had to lean down, bending his legs back in the process. Gone was the soft careful kisses of earlier. I was fucking Kev steadily now and getting very turned on, and I kissed the man with abandon, plunging my tongue into his mouth and feeling him moan against it. The shift in angle made my cockhead run along a bump inside his guts. Kev went wild, grinding his ass into the sheets and attacking my neck with his lips and teeth as his hands gripped my back. Best of all, his butt opened right up - accepting and eager to be bred. I still had a lot to learn about sex I guess. Each time I thought it couldn't get better, it did. Kev was right, that first experience fucking a man was just incredible. But that wasn't all. It was finally dawning on me that sex was more than getting off or just trading blowjobs in a hotel room, it was about getting inside the other guy's head, even if only for the moments of the act itself. As I pounded my cock in and out of the tight wetness of his masculine hole, now back to my raised position so I could look down on him, his face and his whole body, I knew Kevin's deep-seated need, and he understood my horniness and my deep desire for this experience. When I was ready to blow, I didn't have to announce it. I just held on tight to his ankles, shoved in and spermed his guts with enough force to make him feel it.