Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2023 00:34:30 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 43

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
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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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NAVAL TRADITION

PART SIX: BASEBALL DREAMS


Chapter Forty-Three
Greeneville, Tennessee, Summer 2006


The heat had broken that day after a week of really sweltering humid
heat. The air was very still though. That's one of the things I remember
from that summer - how still the air was in East Tennessee.

"Ready to be called up to A-level?" I asked my roommate, Antonio
Marquez. There were four of us shacking up in a 2-bedroom house, and of the
guys, Antonio was the star - a shortstop who'd been drafted out of junior
year at Texas Tech. Rookie league was the chance to get us acclimated and
ready for the more advanced leagues, and we were all champing at the bit to
prove ourselves.

Antonio sat reclined on the living room couch, feet up on the coffee table
playing video games. "You think it's my week, Mc`G'?" Antonio asked with a
cocky smirk, not looking away from the TV and tapping his XBOX controller
buttons as I sat down next to him.

I finished chewing the hot dog I was eating and washed it down with some
iced tea. "Dude, it was your week last week. Your swing is outrageous," I
said.

He shrugged, almost like it was no big deal. That's what it was like in
baseball. Half of it was the confidence in knowing you're good, or what
part of the game you need to improve. The other half was waiting for some
guy in the organization to recognize that, or see your potential. It was
like that for the draft, and it was like that in the minor leagues, too.

Yeah, it was a grind, but I loved it. Rookie league especially. A lot of
guys drafted out of college, and a lot of high school draftees too, and all
of us were going through the same experience. It was so different from
college. Here, it was all about baseball, 24/7. Baseball and bonding with
your buddies, crappy food and cheap beer, and lamenting the pussy you
weren't getting. I still have fond memories of that summer.

About the only thing similar to college was having a roommate again,
sharing the same bedroom and all. Antonio and I were bunkmates, each of us
with our own side. It was a barebones room, and I remembered my uncle's
advice about keeping a sense of home. I hung my pair of Dad's dogtags on
the wall pegs, the ones I'd had since I was a kid, and I had a bunch of
photos from my Virginia years stickied up on the wall next to them.

And yeah, I kept the gay thing under wraps. Even more than I did in
college. I had no real privacy or outlet here, and it was starting to get
to me. I mean, before, I'd never crushed out on my teammates. It was like
baseball and sex were two different things for me somehow. But living with
three other teammates in such close quarters, the locker room banter was
just part of our bonding. So far, I'd seen the guys naked, and I actually
got a few nicknames for the apparent size of my endowment.

The nakedness was just something I was used to compartmentalizing from all
my years as an athlete. That said, for the first time, I found myself
admiring my roommates as well: Antonio's lithe taut body, Mitch's
beefiness, or Cameron's catcher ass. In the shower I'd do a quick stroke
off imagining some one-on-one session with one of these guys, or a fourway
orgy, all of them taking turns riding my big dick.

It was tough not having any privacy, and our schedule didn't give us much
time off.

****

When I got to Pioneer Park for our game, I stretched and got into the
mental space for the game. It was actually normal to relax into an easy
vibe, since there was never a big crowd. At a low-level game there are no
spectators to speak of, other than the assorted family and girlfriends, and
staff from the league. Dad had come to Tennessee for my first few games,
and like in college, it had been awesome to have him in the stands. Better
even.

Since our talk in Norfolk after the draft, he'd reverted almost completely
back into Dad mode. He was with Jack now, though that didn't stop me from
having a few intense, quick shower JO sessions, reminiscing about Mexico
and our last time in Baltimore.

Baseball was great, and for that summer it was my life, but I also remember
the feeling of feeling alone. In some ways it was great. I'd craved to find
my way on my own after college after all, and here I was doing it, even if
Dad was going to help me out financially. But I missed the people in my
life. Dad was now at sea. I talked to Holt some, but he was one of those
people who doesn't like to talk on the phone. Kyle was getting more serious
with his girlfriend Julie. I'd used to text or call Jack Grant as my
unofficial gay mentor, but I now felt it was no longer my place to do so,
and Jack stopped reaching out to me.

There were also my pen-pal emails with Sergeant Major Carter, but over the
last week or so I hadn't heard from the man.

By the time I stepped up to the plate for the first pitch, in my maroon and
white uniform, I had pushed all that out of my head. I always did. I was
there to play ball.

I had been doing pretty good against the rookie pitchers, but our
opponent's pitcher that day was really good. No way was he going to be in
the rookies much longer. I was lucky to get a base hit, but every other at
bat was a 1-2-3 strike-out. My teammates weren't doing much better, except
for Antonio. Dude hit two homers off that ace-in-the-making.

It always sucks to lose, but the thing about baseball is that it's never
about the single game - and in the minors, that was especially true.

After the game, a number of the guys went over to talk to their personal
fans. Cameron's girlfriend was in town, and a couple of my teammates had
family visiting, too. I picked up my equipment bag from the dugout,
flinging it over my shoulder and was ready to head to the locker room when
I saw him at the front of the stands near the dugout. Standing there in the
flesh - U.S. Army, 82nd Airborne Division, Command Sgt. Major Sean
Carter. Fresh off deployment.

He was standing at the fence, all 6 foot 5 of him, dressed in a pastel
yellow polo shirt and khaki shorts with his big arms crossed over his
chest. Even from behind his dark aviator shades, I knew it was him, and his
Army fresh high n' tight confirmed it for me. I walked toward him, and his
poker face broke into that big trademark smile of his as he took off his
aviators.

I tried to contain my excitement, but I rushed over and met the
guy. Dropping the bag off my shoulder, I met him in a quick but tight hug,
his beefy arms clasping hard around my back and my face nestling for a
second into the crook of his neck. I could smell his sweet, tobacco-like
cologne and feel his rough stubble brush my cheek, for a second making me
feel like we were back in that hotel room in Philly.

"Oh man," I greeted him, still in a bit of unbelief. "It's awesome to see
you, sir. When did you get home?"

I pulled back and was able to take in the view of Sean up close. The
crewcut length on his head was still thick, the dark brown looking a shade
brighter in the summer sun, which caught the streaks of short silver
bristles at his temples. His square jaw, and gently cleft chin were swathed
in an apparent 5 o'clock shadow. He looked more tan after being deployed to
the Middle East, and dimples formed on his well-shaven and sun-worn face as
he smiled. I really liked seeing his brown eyes in the sun.

"Landed in Fort Bragg yesterday," he said in that Southern drawl as he
slipped his shades into the open placket of his polo, a tuft of chest hair
showing above. "I thought I'd drop in unannounced. Hope you don't mind,
Jim?" He looked magnificent, his rounded shoulders and chest filling out
his polo shirt, and thick biceps stretching the sleeves, the bottom of his
black and gray, half-sleeve tattoo peaking out just above his left elbow.

"You kidding? It's great to see you," I answered, still amazed that he was
actually here. "Fuck, I can't believe it's really you." I'm sure my face
was communicating my emotions: lust, but happiness, too. I was really glad
Command Sergeant Major Carter was home, safe and in good health.

"It's me, College Boy," he winked. He looked like an excited kid, too. I
know he'd never seen me in uniform, and it looked like he was taking in the
view, giving me a good once-over. "Though I can't call you that any
more. What do you say we grab a beer and I can come up with a new nickname
for you?"

"Sounds awesome, sir," I answered, unable to stop smiling. "I gotta head to
the locker room first, OK?" I said, as I picked my bag back up off the
cement ground.

"Take your time, Jim," Sean nodded, pulling his shades from shirt and
slipping them back over his eyes. "I'll be out by my car."

I showered up, and as I slipped back into my casual clothes, T-shirt,
shorts and my worn Virginia ball cap, I told my roommate, Mitch, I wouldn't
be joining the guys that night. The guys knew I was a Navy brat, so I made
up some fib about a military uncle being in town.

After a few words from the manager, I picked up my duffel bag and made it
out to the gravel parking lot where Sean was waiting patiently, shades on
and arms crossed as he leaned up next to an almost shiny-clean, white Jeep
Cherokee.

"Need a ride, Big Guy?" he asked cheerfully.

"Nah, I have my car here," I gestured over to where Dad's old Nissan sat
covered in clay-colored dust.

Sean nodded. "I'd like to stop at my hotel first, if that's OK."

"Yeah, sure," I replied, feeling a shiver run down my spine, suddenly
loving the idea that I'd be alone with him in a matter of moments. I wanted
to screw around with this man in the worst way. I wasn't sure if he was on
the same wavelength, but the idea that we might be about to have sex had me
crazy horny.

He grinned from behind his shades like a shark, and I had a good idea he
was thinking the same thing. "I'm staying at the hotel downtown. There's
only one I think. No offense, but they got you playing in one bumfuck of a
small town."

I laughed. "No argument there, sir." I pulled my keys out of my pocket and
twirled them on my finger. "See you there."

He beat me by a minute and was waiting for me in the lobby. "I can't
believe you drove all the way up here," I said as I walked up to him.

"You mind, Jim?" I could tell he was concerned I'd be upset. "I was taking
a chance you'd be up for a visit."

"Fuck yeah, I'm up for a visit," I answered, settling his doubts. "It's
awesome seeing you again, sir."

That put him at ease and I swear I could see the swagger return to his
stride as we walked toward the elevator.

He had a big smirk as we got in and he pressed the button.

"What?" I asked, laughing nervously as we leaned back against the railing
opposite each other, but staring intently back at one another.

"Just thinking of what I'm going to do to you when we get to my room."
Slyly, he pulled his hands from his shorts pockets to let me see the
bulging outline of the boner he was sporting. The Army man was well on his
way to rock hard - 7 inches of thick G.I. meat snaking down the right leg
of his shorts. I could even make out the flared shape of the cut head
imprinted under the fabric.

"Horny, sir?" I asked in a low voice as I finally pulled my eyes from his
groin.

"I got a seven-day load ready for you, Big Guy," he practically growled,
like it was dare.

"Fuck," I swore, leaning back against the elevator wall as I adjusted my
cap up. I added softly, "I want it," I said before even thinking about it.

That made Sean grin, that glint in his dark eyes reminding me of our first
time. He didn't say anything, just ushering me through the opening elevator
doors and down the air-conditioned hallway.

Once we stepped inside his room, he was on me, all 235 pounds of Army NCO
brawn pouncing on me. I'd only taken a few steps before the man gripped my
batting arm, pulling me roughly into his taller, bigger body while his
other hand nonchalantly removed my ball cap and tossed it aside. Our chests
butted playfully and our hardons brushed against one another through our
shorts. Sean's large hand slid around my waist as the other pawed at my
round muscled ass. As I placed my hands where his thick neck met his wide
back, I tilted my chin up to meet his approaching lips.

His hard mouth crashed against my softer lips, his stubble pressing against
my chin. As his tongue pushed out, I opened up to him. My moan was muffled
as he filled my mouth with his thick tongue, quickly taking charge.

Before, when we'd first met, Sean's kisses were soft and easy, but now they
were hungry and impatient. The man had a mission, and I could sense the
need and the pent up desire in the Soldier as his tongue drilled into my
mouth. He walked me backwards, deeper into the room, holding me firmly
against his warm, chiseled body.

I let him lead. As I took a step back, his rough hands slid up under my
T-shirt, up along my lower back before his thick fingers slid down into the
back of my shorts. I reached down between us, my fingers working on
unbuttoning my fly. Once my shorts loosened, Sean's big paws easily slid
beneath the elastic of my underwear.

I rose onto my toes, sucking harder at his tongue as my Army man conquered
my mouth and gripped my ass roughly in his callused hands. His wrists
worked my boxer briefs off my ass and seconds later, my loosened shorts hit
the floor at my feet. Sean growled into my mouth as he in succession
gripped my ass cheeks and shucked my briefs off the curve of my ass,
letting the underwear land around my ankles as well.

I felt his lips smile against mine as he continued to kiss me, feeding me
his heavy tongue. Now that I was naked from the waist down except for my
socks, Sean took the opportunity to freely grip my buns, fingers digging
into the soft skin and firm flesh - pulling them apart and open. My body
tensed as his dry fingers zeroed in on my open cleft, finding and then
pushing against my tight pucker. His fingertip circled my hole, tapping it
before pressing and playing with it a bit more.

I leaned into the Army man's grasp, moaning into his hard kiss as we
swapped saliva. My hand gripped the collar of his shirt at the back of his
neck, my fingers clutching the polo but also feeling that familiar ball
chain of his dogtags. Any concerns I had that we wouldn't be fooling around
were long gone. This stud wanted to fuck bad.

He let me go all of a sudden, breaking the kiss almost violently as he
backed up a step, both of us now catching our breaths. My libido was amped
up to 11, with my 8-inch cock raging and pointing straight at him. Sean
flashed me a quick grin as he ogled my body and cock for a second before
undoing his shorts, hooking his thumbs in the band of his underwear and
pulling both garments down. His underwear caught on his cock, his dense
dark pubes coming into view before revealing the thick, veined, 7-inch
shaft. Finally, the elastic band finally let go of his dick, and the
magnificent boner flew out, sending a clear strand of precum flinging
out. Sean's beautiful cut cock pulsed and bobbed in front of him, until it
quickly poked up ramrod straight. Already, his egg-sized balls were pulled
up tight against his shaft. The man was locked and loaded, alright.

Casually, he stepped over and picked up my discarded cap and made a show of
placing it on my head again, backward this time. "There," he muttered, and
I felt his breath on my face as strongly as his eyes took in the sight of
my face framed by the blond bang spoking out of the open back part of the
cap. I knew then how much he was into me as a jock, and his desire fed my
own excitement, leading me to lean in and press my bare cock against his
own hardon. Sean Carter copied my action, battling swords with our dicks
for a second before stepping back again.

We both toed off our shoes. Sean kicked off his shorts and stepped back to
sit on the King-sized bed's edge. He had a big tube of lubricant already by
the bed. Not breaking our stare, he squirted what seemed to be a pint of
slick on his prick and let it cascade down the heavy veiny length.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap, Jim," he commanded as he took a hold of the base,
shaking it gently. It seemed bigger, and harder, and angrier as he held
it. The fuck stick glistened with lube, emphasizing its size and weight.

We hadn't even bothered to remove our shirts - me with my athletic socks
still nudging my calves and my backwards Virginia cap still on my
head. Obediently, I stepped up, tossing one knee across his lap and
straddled him.

"Fuck yeah, stud," Sean growled as his hands gripped my trim waist and slid
up the back of my t-shirt. I in turn took hold of his boulder-like
shoulders to angle myself slightly above him, pressing my body up against
his.

"God," I let out once I felt Sean's slick hot cock slip between my thighs
and open ass cheeks. The head poked out at the top of my crack as my hole
pulsed against the thick vein at the top of his shaft. It had been so long
since my last fuck, and more than I realized, I had dreamed of reconnecting
with this military man, including during our few phone sex sessions. My
chute clenched and I felt that telltale itch deep within my guts. I was
nervous, but I wanted this.

His brown eyes were intense, almost challenging, but his hands were almost
gentle in their caresses, massaging the muscles of my back through my shirt
and gently guiding me onto his fuck-ready cock.

I helped get that dick into position, reaching back behind me, my left hand
wrangling Sean's monster as I raised my hips. It took just a second to
position myself at the right spot, nudging the dripping spongy head to my
hole. I let go of his dick, and once I gripped his arms to steady myself, I
could feel Sean's oozing sap now smear across my asslips.

"You're leaking," I observed, breaking my sex-serious facial expression
with a smile, loving the idea that I was doing this to him. I stared into
Sean's deep brown eyes, his thick brow creasing as the wet tacky cockhead
tickling my pucker got wetter with more precum. I don't know if I'd ever
encountered a man who leaked that much.

Sean nodded. "Well, it's been so fuckin' long since I've had more than just
my hand," he gruffly whispered. Then with a stone-blank face, he added,
"You're gonna get loaded up, College Boy."

And like that, the Army man's strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me
down onto his rigid weapon.

He breached me before I could react. Despite all the lube and sap, it stung
at first, and I found myself involuntarily clenching down on his invading
prick. I held to his wide round shoulders to brace myself and signal him to
stop for a second. It'd been so long, but I wanted Sean in me, bad. I just
had to will my body to follow my mind.

Sean held me steady, hands running along my back, waist, and ass, and with
our position my cock was trapped between our abs and shirts. He looked up
at me with that same sense of challenge, even as he was reading my conflict
between mind and body in my face. I fought off showing any wincing, and
then finally as my hole spasms redeceded some, Sean's cock took the
opportunity to nudge deeper in past the ring. I hissed, feeling the gentle
sting of my hole stretching open around the flared head, swallowing it
whole. Then, like magic, Sean's thickness began to really enter me.

Despite the discomfort, it felt exciting to have a cock in me, Sean's cock
no less. But once again, my insides rebelled and clenched down on him. My
body tensed too, Sean felt it in my muscles as he held me close.

"Damn you're fucking tight. Tighter than before," Sean hissed between
breaths against my neck as he held my buns. His voice betrayed an urgent
need to get inside me, but also a thrill at the vice grip my insides had on
his bone. His fingers playfully massaged the bare skin of my round upper
glutes.

"I better be, you were last one to fuck me," I replied. If this was anyone
other than Sean, I'd be needing to take it slower, especially with his
size. But something about him and my excitement at his surprise visit made
me want to pick up where we last left off.

Sean grinned, and let out a little chuckle. "All right, Big Guy... take
your time."

I tried to relax, but I felt a burning in my ring. It came in waves,
tightness and unclenching. I took a deep breath and sat down on another
inch.

After a few seconds, Sean hunched his powerful hips, and another lubed-inch
entered me. I felt the walls of my chute expand as he speared deeper into
me, making me hiss in response through my clenched teeth. So much for
taking our time. I wanted this fuck to be easy, but it still stung. I still
held tight to his big shoulders and meaty traps, and maybe my grip matched
my internal tension. Sean looked into my conflicted face nervously and bit
his lip, clearly torn between his need and not wanting to hurt me. I rested
my forehead against his as I felt his breath on my lips.

"You can do it, Big Guy," he growled, his voice low and soothing as his
rough hands caressed my lower back and down over the curve of my now open
ass. "I'm home now. And I really want this."

"Ah... damn, Sean," I whined. I was emotionally charged up, more than I
expected, and that was adding to the physical tug of war in my body. I felt
bad for not giving him his homecoming fuck. At least not readily.

"Let yourself go, you hot fuck," Sean growled in a surprisingly soft
volume.

I did just that - I let go. My face rested in the crook of his neck. It was
submissive and emotionally needy, but that mere action made my whole body
feel turned on and alive.

"God yes," Sean hissed, recognizing the shift in my body before I did. His
dick thrust into me steadily now, and steadily deeper in its
penetration. That prick was so wet, between all the lube and his dripping
precum, it was now pistoning slickly in and out of me, everything but the
last couple inches.

I just held on to him, clinging almost.

Finally, I lifted my head, and he tilted his chin up. Our lips lunged at
each other's, and we practically sucked the air from one another as we
mated, feeling our bodies respond furiously to one another. Sean began
feeding me his tongue and I accepted it, the soft wet probing somehow
firing off sensations in my buzzing prostate.

If my response had been involuntarily up till then, I now got into this
fuck. I relaxed the muscles in my legs, spreading them even more and let my
body weight fall down over his groin. I moaned around his tongue, more
pleasurably now as I could feel my hole relax wide open along with the
deeper parts of my insides. Sean gave a firm thrust, finally bottoming out
with a grunt of triumph. I pulled my lips from Sean's and let out a gravely
moan.

He held his cock still, buried to the hilt. "Fuck yeah, Big Boy... I'm home
now," he groaned as the stubble of his face dragged over the skin just
outside my lips.

Sean clenched each of my ass cheeks in his palms and flexed the entire
length of his cock. He laughed at my facial reaction to his throbbing cock,
which felt even thicker in my tight, clenching hole. For some reason that
turned me on more.

"God, Sean!" I hissed, feeling the last of the penetration discomfort
finally giving way to pleasure. "I love this."

"I know you do," was all he said before he began pumping me, dragging the
whole piece out a few inches and letting me feel the flared head slide down
my chute before thrusting back in.

"There ya go, College Boy," he growled.

It was pure pleasure for me now, being taken fully by this Solider. I held
onto his neck and shoulders, and actively rode his cock as he pumped up
into me. The double action made each jabbing penetration more intense, for
both of us.

"Ugh, fuck... I've been dreaming about this, Big Guy," he groaned as our
bodies writhed in unison. "Fucking you. I almost... almost took it out on
one of the young guys in my battalion. Blond private, big muscles, not as
pretty as you," Sean huffed, one hand coming up to cup my face. "I wanted
to rape that young grunt cunt."

It was the return of take-charge Sean, and I loved it. Hungry, horny top
fucker. His hands were now on my lower waist, holding me tight and steady
with a talon grip like an eagle. The man's dick was now punching into me
hard and heavy, and I did my best to assist the fuck with a gentle bounce
on his thrusting lap. My P-spot was quivering now.

He looked into my eyes excitedly as we mated. He wasn't gonna take long to
cum, and I knew this one was about him. His relief. First fuck after
deployment, and I wanted it to be good for him. Strike that, I wanted it to
be the best lay he'd ever had. So I hung tight, my arms around his neck. I
bounced on his cock almost more than he fucked up into me.

"Fuck me, Sean!" I egged him on.

His strong hand slid off my waist to grip my ass, a cheek in each hand,
spreading me open. He took charge now, using his full strength to regain
dominance. Sean Carter fucked wild and hard into me, his balls slapping my
ass and his cock squelching with precum and lube from between the tight
ring of my hole.

"Oh fuck, Jim," he hissed through clenched teeth. I could feel his neck
tense and his grip on my ass tighten. He huffed. "Can't hold off," he
huffed.

"Come on," I urged him. My own breaths grew heavier as I tried to bounce
again on Sean's cock, only to feel the older, bigger man hold me and thrust
harder into my ass. The initial pain was gone, it was pure pleasure now. My
thick prick rested against his hard stomach through his polo shirt and by
now was leaking a wet spot onto the cotton. "Fucking nut in my hole,
sir. Your hole, Sergeant Major."

"Mine?" he croaked in a horned-up reply, on the knife's edge before orgasm
as his face looked pained but also blissful.

"You claimed it, sir." My voice got louder now, needier. His bone was
punching further up into me on each downstroke.

His eyebrows shut and opened as he fought to drag out his pleasure as long
as possible. I could feel the tension in his upper body, too, as his arms
and shoulders went nearly rigid. "Oh fuck, your Soldier's gonna come, you
hot fuck." He gave one last lurch forward and let out a deep throated cry.

I wish I could have felt his ejaculation inside me. As it was, my
imagination told me I felt each individual spurt. As it was, that Soldier
dick got slicker, signaling a heavy cum.

Sean flushed red and he buried his face in my chest, his hands
death-gripping my ass, holding me tight, locking me in place over his cock
as his body shook in aftershocks. Even after the strongest part of his
orgasm, I could feel his hips give tiny thrusts into me.

He finally pulled his head back, a look of supreme satisfaction on his
face. He was finally coming back down to earth.

"Everything you've been waiting for?" I asked, very keyed up now, taking
the chance to stroke the side of his rugged face tenderly.

He nodded, sated and happy. "That and more, Big Guy. Thanks, I fucking
needed that." His rough mouth met mine, his tongue softly passing my lips
now, the tenderness returning to his kisses as we made out.

And, damn, his cock was still rock-hard in my hole.

I gently flexed my hips, my ass riding up a half an inch or so as I gently
clenched his hard shaft with my rectal muscles. I milked his cock and could
feel his heavy cum deposit squeeze around the head. But it was less for his
stimulation than an outpouring of my own sexual need at that point. I began
to gently ride him again, waiting for him to stop me. Only he never did. We
made out like lovers, his hands now gently holding my ass cheek and waist,
enjoying the feel of me writhing over his long thick dick.

I was incredibly erect at that point and not eager to
uncouple. Fortunately, neither was Sean. As I sat on his lap, he tugged at
my T-shirt and I peeled it off the rest of the way, my cap coming off too,
leaving me with messy, curling blond hat hair. Sean took his pastel polo
off too, leaving him in just his dogtags.

It'd been months since our last fuck, but he was still in amazing shape for
a man of any age, but particularly in his 40s. Big muscle, but toned and
ripped too, and very little else to get in the way off his perfect
build. My hands came off his neck, sliding down his concrete chest as I
caressed his solid, furry muscle, hot and hard to my touch.

"I was nervous you wouldn't want this," Sean said softly, clearly still
turned on but in a less urgent way than before. He ran his hands along my
own chest, a bit furrier than the last time we'd mated, but nothing
compared to his own thicker chest hair.

"Oh, I want it," I countered.

I tightened my chute around his tool. Sean's hands slid back around my
tight ass, right before he lifted me up with his strength, only to spin us
around to lay me down onto the bed and on my back. He cock didn't slip too
far out of me as he shifted us to the mattress, guiding himself on top of
me so we were now in a missionary fuck position. Now in nothing but my
socks, my legs wrapped around his solid waist, and his warm dogtags settled
on my chest.

"I can fucking tell," he teased, that horny and confident smirk back on his
face, "Baby Boy needs this, too."

I don't know what I thought about being called Baby Boy, but my dick
responded to his words, and to his cock buried deep in my hungry, open hole
as Sean dragged his knees onto the bed and settled his hands under my
shoulders. He hovered above me as he looked down at me with smoldering
brown eyes. His entire upper body was rock solid, muscles tensed and
flexed, ready to strike. And like that, this senior Army NCO started
pumping into me again. His cock still stiff as a board and going for round
two.

"Fuck, Sean!" I gasped. He'd gotten off, but I was feeling sex-crazed just
then. I tightened my legs around his waist, my heels resting on his
muscle-sculpted ass, encouraging him to fuck me deeper and harder.

"I gotcha, Baby Boy," he hissed, his body contracting with each athletic
thrust.

My eyes fluttered back, and I grasped at him. His chest, his arm muscle,
whatever I could hold. His slick cock slid over my swollen prostate before
boring back. Deeper and deeper into me. I could even feel his cock dredging
out his thick load and hear the wet viscous thrusts of his cock coated in
his own cum.

"Shit... this pussy was made just for me. G.I. cunt issued just for the
Sergeant Major," Sean grunted. From anyone else, I would have been
pissed. But with Sean, it was only fuel on the fire. I held my paratrooper
tighter as he plowed into me with sticky jabs that echoed with wet slaps
against the hotel room walls. The clink of his dogtags with every thrust
only added to the excitement of our mating.

The man knew how to fuck, and that was an understatement. He grinned down
at me, loving the faces and sounds I made as he worked me over at different
speeds and different angles of attack. I could feel the frothy mess he'd
whipped his cum into as he kept plowing into me, feeling it drip down my
ass and onto the bed.

His hips all of a sudden stopped and he stared down on me, still breathing
heavy. "I feel it... I know it's there," he hissed. It took a half second,
then I felt the head of his cock probe against my prostate.

I let out a deep cry, then stifled it by biting my lip. My arms and legs
locked tighter around him. My prick spurted, and I couldn't hold it back
now. I was cumming, and it was gonna be a gusher. Sean read me perfectly
and started nailing me hard and fast, eager to drive out every drop from my
balls.

His words were Army-rough and delivered in a sharp staccato, even as he
encouraged me. "Get that nut, Jim. Daddy's here... balls deep in ya while
you blast off, kid."

I don't know how Sean Carter knew the shortcut to somewhere deep in my
sexual psyche. I mean, we'd had some hot phone sex during his deployment,
but in person, his sex talk was even more powerful. Between his words and
his very physical thrusting, the man sent me over the edge.

I had the hardest cum I'd had in ages. My vision went white hot as the
pleasure spiked to unbearable levels. My nuts cinched up and my dick
spurted out the first rope of white hot semen, all over me. All over us.

"Goddamn. Let it all out. Let it all fucking out," Sean bellowed in awe. He
slowed his assault some but I could still feel the power in his glutes as
he clenched them rhythmically.

I did just that. My body heaved as my dick belched out more seed with each
hard, deep thrust from Sean's still plowing cock. My toes curled as I felt
like my orgasm was turning my body inside out.

Only as the intense phase of my ejaculation subsided was I acutely aware of
my hole wrapping around Sean's cock like an anaconda, constricting with
each heavy spurt. And that friction was working Sean Carter up again.

Almost collapsing forward on me, he started working toward a second
cum. His kisses were hot against my exposed neck as he shoved that spike of
a cock in and out of me at a fevered pitch. Till he gave out another cry,
his body tensing, muscled locked in a flex as he had that second,
well-earned orgasm deep inside me. My cum had just subsided as I felt my
depths being flooded once more as he fired his pent up rounds from his
pulsing and flexing dick.

His lips felt soft and wet as they found mine. They even felt a little
rough against my sensitive lips. We were both out of breath as my Army man
pushed off my sweaty body with a perfect push-up. I could see Sean's body
hair was now matted to his skin in plastered swirls, my cum clinging to his
body fur at the top of cut abs, just below his plated pecs. I gasped at the
warm sensation of Sean slowly pulling out his softening cock. There was a
slow and drawn out `shlop' sound before the head of Sean's prick popped out
of my wet and wrecked hole.

"Oof," I hissed, my body both relaxing and craving a break from sexual
stimulation. I could feel my hole seal back up, not wanting anymore of that
Army seed to escape.

Sean had a big shit-eating grin when we finally uncoupled and he flopped
his sweaty, big, brawny body next to mine, his arm resting affectionately
on my equally sweaty, spermy chest. He looked hot as fuck, post-cum, body
hair matted to the olive skin of his sculpted muscles, his dogtags glinting
as they nestled into the valley between his pecs, even his half-sleeve
tattoo looked as sharp as the stubble on his face. "Damn, Big Guy, that's
what I call a homecoming."

"I wanted it to be good for you," I said sincerely. I was still recovering
from the hard charging fuck.

"The best," he grinned. His fingers ran along my freshly discharged muck
along my treasure trail and chest hair. "And if I didn't know better, I
think you enjoyed it, too."

"You know I did. You know how to break a man's dry spell, sir."

He leaned over me, pulling me close as we kissed once more, softly, before
Sean gave me a playful pat on my stomach. "Let's get cleaned up, kid. I
think we earned that beer. Whaddya say? There's a bar in this hotel."

"Sounds awesome."

After our shower, I almost hated seeing his perfect body hidden again by
his clothes. But even in them, his powerful arms and legs showed to full
effect. He was looking at me with a goofy expression as I got dressed
too. Finally, he stepped up and ran his hands along my neck and up on the
back of my head.

"Your hair's grown out. Long and thick. Ya got some real curls," he said, a
little surprised, but amused at the same time. I'd been letting my blond
hair grow out and it was a shaggy mane. Not quite in my eyes, but a fuller
haircut than when he'd last seen me. "I like it."

"Thanks. You look amazing too, sir," I said as I placed my hands on his
pecs, letting them slide up around his neck until I felt the bristles of
his clean Army fade.

We stared at one another with an intense attraction before he gave me a
gentle tap on the head. "All right, we better get out of here before I
wrestle your cute ass to that bed again."

****

Downstairs, Sean and I grabbed a bartop in the back of the bar area, and
over a couple of beers, the conversation poured out.

He told me all the highlights of being deployed, and I quickly realized
that Sean's Army deployment was not like Dad's Navy deployment. I listened
to him talk about convoy patrols, enemy fire, IEDs, sleeping in the heat,
and eating sandy MREs for days on end.

He also told me comical stories about the guys in his unit - other guys on
the command team or even the NCOs and junior enlisted Soldiers under
him. He had his way of spinning a story in that Georgia accent of his that
had me in stitches.

I updated him on my rookie season, going into more detail than I did in our
emails. "It's going pretty well," I said without any false modesty. "The
pitchers have some crazy fastballs, but I'm good at hitting those. My
batting average has gone up. The one today was filthy, though. I was lucky
to get a hit off him. Sorry we couldn't have given you a better game, sir."

He shrugged his big shoulders. "It was great to see you play, Jim. And it's
Sean, not `sir,' got it?... `Command Sergeant Major Sean'," he deadpanned
before breaking into a grin. "But seriously, I get enough of that treatment
from my men."

"Got it, Sean," I said with a smirk, a little awe in my stare as I
remembered just how high his rank was.

He lowered his voice, leaned in and winked, "However, if you want to show
me a little respect in bed, I don't mind."

I blushed but nodded in confirmation, which made him chuckle. "Damn, Jim,
I'm sure as shit glad to see you. Glad I could drop in."

"Me, too."

"You're not just saying that?" His brown eyes could get a hangdog
expression sometimes.

"What do you think?" I lowered my voice now. "After that fuck you just
threw me?" It was my turn to smirk at him.

That made him smile knowingly. "So you're saying you don't mind that I
booked the hotel for two nights? I knew you had a stretch of home games."

"You serious? That's awesome!"

My excitement made his posture grow erect, and I could very much see how
the Soldiers in his battalion would look up to him. He took another sip of
beer and smirked my way. "I just realized I get to check `professional
baseball player' off the list."

Beneath the hightop, I gave him a playful knock of my knee against his. "Is
that what I am to you? A notch on your bedpost?"

"That and more, Hot Stuff," he shot back. "They don't make arm candy like
you in standard issue. Not even in the Army." His eyes swept over me before
locking again with my blue eyes.

I smiled bashfully and ate up his flattery. And, yeah, I could see just how
smitten he was with my youthful, Navy-bred, boy-next-door looks. Here was
one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen or met, and here he was talking me up
like I was the best thing since sliced bread.

"Part of me wants to stay up and talk all night," Sean said as he finished
up his second beer.

I knew what he was thinking. "Getting tired?"

"Jet lag's a bitch," he grunted. "Between that and the fuck earlier, I'm
gonna sleep like a baby tonight."

I swilled down the last half inch of beer in my bottle. "I can let you be,"
I said.

I started to get up from the bar stool, but Sean quickly laid a hand on my
bare knee, signaling me to wait a second. "If you don't mind an old Soldier
pushing his luck, Jim, I'd love it if you stayed with me tonight."

"Of course," I replied, assuring him with a smile. "And I'm the lucky one."

We were happy and content when we got back to his room and got ready for
bed. I was excited watching the man strip down once more. Silently, his
eyes held mine as he watched me watch him remove each piece of clothing
until he was down to nothing. I would say he had a porn star body, but I
don't think I'd seen any porn guys who looked that good. Large, Army-built,
brick shithouse, from head to toe. His inked-up left shoulder and bicep
only added to the effect.

As he stepped around the bed, his semi-firm cock hung heavy and low,
clearly spent from our earlier activity. Meanwhile, I was throwing hard,
now in just my boxer briefs, and hoping Sean didn't notice. Yeah, I wanted
sex again, but I could be patient.

Now naked in just his dogtags, Sean stepped up to me, letting his warm,
hard, furry body press into mine as he gave me a quick peck. We kissed
softly as his large hands slipped around my trim waist before he hooked his
thumbs in the elastic band of my underwear. My arms wrapped around his
waist as well, and I couldn't help but press my hard cock against his
groin. Sean licked at my bottom lip as he began pushing my briefs off the
curve of my round ass then down my hips. My cock was caught under the
waistband.

"Damn, you're still horny, Big Guy," Sean cooed, sliding in one strong hand
to free my aching dick. Soon, my briefs were sent tumbling to my feet.

I pressed myself back a couple inches from his chest. My legs spread, I
looked into his eyes and took in the stimulation of Sean's fist slowly
exploring and working my cock. I know I had a pretty big dick, but Sean's
hands felt like they were just the size to handle me.

"Sorry," I muttered, like I'd been reprimanded.

"Don't be sorry, how old are you? 22?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded, biting my lip as Sean squeezed my shaft, working my
precum out in slow drooling drops.

"You're fucking 22, of course you're gonna be throwing hard at the drop of
a hat." He looked into my cool blue eyes with a playful look as he slowly
began frigging my cock.

"How old are you, Sean?" I asked with a soft hiss. I realized he'd never
told me and I'd never asked.

"41. That bother you, Jim?" His eyes looked into mine expectantly.

"Fuck, no," I breathed, answering truthfully as I gently shook my head. I
don't know how he'd perfected his handjob technique, but his strokes were
feeling really good, even with his rough touch. I imagined him on those
lonely Army nights, taking his cock in hand and taking his time.

He laughed, "Didn't think so." He tugged at my prick for a couple more
strokes. I could feel the river of precum that was now probably coating his
fingers and dripping down my shaft. Sean leaned in for another quick peck
before then squatting down onto his haunches. My hands slipped from his
waist and fell to my sides as I looked down at this Army man on his knees
in front of me. I think my cock got even harder and fatter at the sight of
his gruff face etched with a deep masculine smirk next to my 8-inch cock.

I watched Sean slowly lick my precum off his thick fingers before taking
the base of my dick in hand. As thick as I was, Sean's hand was big enough
to comfortably wrangle my meat. He brought it to his lips, letting his warm
breath blow down the shaft. I gasped at the slight abrasion of his scruff
against the soft skin of my cock. Sean leaned his head back, finally
pulling the deep pink head to his mouth.

"Can't have my boy going to bed with this hardon now, can I?" he said. Then
his long, thick tongue slid out and swiped at the clear drop forming at the
tip of my excited cock.

With that, he took me into his mouth. It was so erotic watching Sean's lips
wrap around the fat head of my cock, stretching almost uncomfortably as he
seemed to open his jaw. His brown eyes looked up at me briefly before he
turned his head more forward to take me in. He groaned, and I felt the
rumble through my cock as he let his fist stroke the rest of my dick. Given
my thickness, Sean focused on sucking just about four inches of me. I was
well aware of the fact that he was keeping my cockhead from going into his
throat. But his technique was more than pretty good as he serviced and
slurped just beyond the head. The flared crown of my cockhead peeked out
from his stretched lips for a split second before disappearing back into
his sucking mouth.

I looked down at him, watching his spit collect and then ooze out of the
corners of his lips before sliding down his stubbled chin and down my
exposed shaft until finally meeting his large pumping fist, lubing each
stroke.

"Fuck...Sean... aww... Sir... suck my dick..." I muttered as we held each
other's stare.

At that moment, I wasn't able to assess Sean's skill because I was so
turned on by the act. This built, hot Army man was sucking me, taking more
and more of my fat meat into his mouth, bobbing slowly at first, then
faster. I brought my hands to his head, sliding my fingers back across his
scalp, feeling the soft bristles of his tight haircut, and getting really
into the blowjob.

With slow thrusts of my hips, I told Sean to take me, to get ready for my
cum.

He grunted around my cock in response, then plopped his mouth off. "Do it,
stud," he hissed, voice thick with spit.

Once he took me back in his mouth, I knew I was near the finish line. That
hot wet mouth felt so good on my boner, and the more tentative sucking now
settled into a regular sucking-nursing motion that was doing wonders for my
prick.

I spread my legs and held on tighter, gripping his skull. I wasn't going to
go rough on him, but I craved to possess this hot, older military man
through my orgasm.

I gave into the pleasure. My knees began to buckle and my abs began to
crunch. "Goddamn!" I cried. Then, "Sean!" But that's all the words I could
vocalize.

Sean just groaned as he went faster, sucking and stroking me with his mouth
and fist. Each suck and stroke seemed to pull at my nuts.

I came.

Sean choked a little at first as I blew hard with heavy firehose spurts
back into his throat. I could tell Sean was surprised by my firepower, but
quickly he started gulping down my seed.

I rode the wave, feeling Sean drink up my jism as I felt my body climb down
off my orgasm. His hands were now caressing my abs and cupping my balls. I
still had my hands resting on his head but was no longer controlling or
possessive. Instead, I just ran my fingers softly through his thick
bristled hair.

I was finally relaxed when he gently pulled off my sensitive cock head. I
gasped as the head popped from his mouth - low, sated, and clearly happy as
it dripped with Sean's saliva. He was catching his breath as he pulled
off. "Damn, son, you sure shoot a man-sized load... Fuck!" he said as he
wiped his chin with his hand.

Sean stood up, towering over me once more as he gave me a little peck. I
could taste myself on his lips, then noticed that Sean had his 7-inch cock
in his big fist, fully hard and standing tall at attention. He sat down on
the bed and leaned back - knees hanging off, feet on the floor as he rested
back on one elbow. His big, proud prick stood up out of his bushy crotch,
clearly turned on from the blowjob he'd just given me.

"My turn now," he grunted, stroking his cock slowly. "I recall some boasts
you made about your cocksucking skills."

Sean grinned and bit his lip as he watched me get down on my knees between
his parted thighs at the foot of the bed. I grasped his knotted, hairy
calves to start. I guess I didn't often focus on a man's thighs, but these
were solid, too. I scooted in until his dick was at eye-level. The thick
tube bulged along the underside of its length, and the rigidity of his
whole prick pushed out the thin skin.

I brought my mouth closer and licked off a clear dollop of sap, which
drooled from the glossy tip. At that moment, I had to have his military
cock in my mouth. My fingers traveled up the hard muscle of Sean's thighs
as he used his thumb to press down the shaft and angle the cut head of his
cock right between my waiting lips. Just my tongue slipped out to envelop
him, his swollen head oozed some more clear, salty juice.

Sean and I both groaned as my tongue lapped at the precum and ran over the
sensitive spot just under the flared head. I took hold of his shaft,
pulling it down for him, holding it to my open lips as I began to go down
on him, licking down the underside of his shaft lovingly through the slow
descent.

"Goddah-um," the Soldier hissed, his accent coming out even stronger in his
excitement. "Been thinking months about this."

I pulled off for a second. I took a second to memorize the close-up view of
his prick, with its contrast between the hard shaft and the soft skin of
his scrotum, and the first few inches wet with my fresh saliva. The vision
as I looked up was equally hot: Sean leaning back on both elbows, the dim
street lights streaking in through the window gleamed off his dark eyes and
silver dogtags.

"Yeah?" I asked. I'd just gotten off, so I wasn't turned on in the usual
sense, but I still felt very sexual and thrilled to be doing this for the
man.

He cocked a grin and reached down to run his fingers through my curling
blond hair. "The idea got me through some lonely nights, Hot Stuff," he
grunted, his tone somewhere between playful and urgent.

Urgency won out. I felt his grip grow insistent as he pulled me back onto
his dick. I was ready, and I opened wide, letting the fat head slip between
my lips as my tongue curled around the underside. I tried to watch him at
first, seeing his body tense and then shiver. But the angle wasn't great
and I focused on taking his stalk toward the back of my throat.

"Hot fuckin' cocksucker," Sean hissed as his fingers took fistfulls of my
blond hair.

I took more of him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around the shaft. Sean's
girth was just about perfect. I dunno, he just filled my mouth without
being too much of a challenge. I went deeper for a couple of strokes, then
pulled back. The taste of his salty, masculine flavor made me moan. In
turn, Sean let out a chuckle.

"It's not going to take me long tonight," he warned. "Not with a mouth like
yours."

I began building up my suckjob, letting the head ride the roof of my mouth
as my tongue stoked the underside.

Then, his grip pushed me down on him. It wasn't too rough, but it felt like
it might be. That flared head speared the entrance of my throat.

But I wanted it. I gripped the remainder of his shaft, partly to stroke
him, partly as a brake in case he went at me too hard.

I bobbed some and Sean thrusted some. But my massaging fingers along the
base seemed to be the thing that pushed him right toward orgasm. My thumb
found the area between his scrotum and stalk that seemed to be some magic
spot. I memorized it for the future.

"Oh fuck, Jim...." Sean grunted. I could sense his furred muscles beginning
to tense now. Slick sucking sounds filled the room.

I hadn't blown him at our first encounter in Philadelphia. Now, I'd dreamed
off showing off the Bulldozer technique on Sean, but he had other
ideas. This man was horned up and backed up and wasn't gonna let me do the
driving.

Turns out Sean didn't need the full treatment, his orgasm was
imminent. "You fucker...." I heard in his deep bedroom voice as his thrusts
grew more urgent, closer to a face fuck now. A couple of tears streamed
down my face in a natural involuntary response, but I took it. I wanted to
take it, especially knowing he was so close.

"Jesus Christ!" he cried, holding my head on his pulsing cock. His body
convulsed with a full flex as he jutted his hips, lodging his cock deeper
into my mouth.

I was ready for it. Hot briny seed filled my throat, then as I pulled off,
flooded my mouth. CSM Carter had about the saltiest cum of any man I'd ever
tasted. His load wasn't as copious as the one he'd shot in my ass, but it
was full and came in several soft spurts into my mouth. I stroked the base
of his cock in time with his shallow thrusts and savored his load before
letting it slide down my throat. It was my first taste of him, and I
realized I'd anticipated eating his cum.

I let out a soft grateful moan once his cock cleared my wet lips with a
sloppy light pop. My jaw and throat were still feeling the oral assault as
I gently stroked his meat to milk him of his final drops. Sean grunted like
he was spent. And he was.

I suckled the remnants of the seed off his cock, licking up the sides and
swiping at the now sensitive head. Finally letting his cock rest, I crawled
up onto the bed over him, our legs mingling and our crotches pressing
against one another. My chest and face hovering over his, and Sean looked
up at me with a satisfied and almost dreamy expression. Wrapping his arms
around my waist, he gave me a goofy little smirk. With my hands on his wide
shoulder, I leaned down and gave him a kiss. He seemed genuinely wiped now,
his body limp beneath mine. "Ready for bed?" I asked as I let my fingers
trace his movie-star jawline, feeling the barbs of his dark stubble nip at
my fingertips.

He nodded, eyes droopy. "I am now."

Lazily, I rolled off him as we both got our heads to the pillows. I pulled
the covers over us and turned off the bedside light. Sean cozied up behind
me on his side, one arm draped over my waist as his big hairy legs brushed
mine beneath the sheets. He let out a long breath. And within an instant I
knew he was asleep.

***

I don't know what woke me up, but when I did, it was early. I shifted in
the covers and saw that Sean was fully dressed in casual shorts and a T
shirt and was rifling through his military duffle bag.

"Hey sorry," he said quietly as he saw me rouse. "I can let you sleep some
more."

"I'm up now, I guess," I said through my grogginess as I rubbed the sleep
out of my eyes. I scooted up in the bed and leaned up on the pillow,
feeling my bare chest exposed to the coolness of the air-conditioned
room. Hell, my hair was probably a mess, but I loved Sean's eyes on my
naked body. Even first thing in the morning, his gaze was lusty. "How long
you been up?"

"Since zero-four. Went out for a run. Hopefully I'll get used to the time
zone in a day or two."

"Wanna go out and get some breakfast?" I asked. "I'm fucking starving."

Sean chuckled. "You bet, Hot Stuff."

I slid out of the sheets, and got up to take a quick shower. I think I
finally got an idea just how rough Sean's fuck had been, now that my sex
drive wasn't messing with my senses. The warm water soothed my wincing hole
and helped wake me up.

"I can't believe it's so early," I said as I stepped back into the room
with just a towel around my waist.

"What time do you normally get up?" Sean asked as sat reclined on the bed
with the TV on. The material of his khaki shorts did little to hide his
impressive package and only seemed to show off his thick hairy quads even
more. I realized then that I was the one with the lust-driven stare now.

"I dunno. Ten, eleven," I said as I dried off the rest of my lengthening
blond hair. I noticed Sean had folded my clothes and put them on the
dresser. "We're usually keyed up after an evening game and stay up."

"You get along well with your teammates?" he asked as I looked back at his
stacked upper body, looking perfect in a heather-gray crew-neck T.

Dropping the towel and standing naked, I nodded. "Yep. Particularly my
roommates. Mitch, Antonio, and Cam. We've bonded pretty well." I lowered my
voice real quiet. "Except for the gay thing. They don't know about that."

Sean nodded thoughtfully. He knew where I was coming from. I wondered how
military life was for him. "Don't Ask Don't Tell" affected all the
services, but the climate was decidedly less friendly in the Army Infantry
than in the Navy.

Changing the subject, Sean noted, "What are you doing today?"

"Workout's at 3. I usually get to the club earlier for lunch," I said as he
watched me start to get dressed - stepping into my boxer briefs as I pulled
them over my ass and softened cock.

"You mind if I come watch your game again tonight?"

"I'd be honored. It's great to have people cheering you on." Involuntarily,
I let out a yawn.

Sean looked at his military watch on the night stand. "You need more
sleep?"

I shrugged. "Probably, but I'm awake now. What time is it?"

"Quarter to zero-eight-hundred." He paused. "I was thinking, we're so close
to the mountains here. I'd love to go for a hike today."

"OK if I come along?" I asked. "I'd need to be back by noon."

"That's what I was hoping for. I'll get you back by 11," he said with a
grin as he got up off the bed, giving me a peck on the lips before going to
grab some socks out of his duffle. "Hot Stuff will need a nap."

We grabbed some breakfast and I had an extra cup of some much-welcome
coffee. Then drove the short drive to a trailhead parking area that Sean
had mapped out.

It was an easy-ish hike, and a good thing too, as I didn't have the right
shoes. I was still wearing my t-shirt, shorts, and Virginia ball cap from
yesterday. Sean on the other hand had been prepared for a day outdoors and
had on what looked like a broken-in pair of sand-colored hiking boots.

It was hard to not notice Sean's stature and physique. As he moved, he
seemed more poised and fluid in his motions than his muscle-bound body
would suggest. Even his diamond-shaped calves look extra wide and thick as
we hiked, knotting and flexing every time he took a step.

As we climbed the trail, I got to see more of the mountains. Somehow I'd
never thought to come here on my free time. We finally came to a small
clearing in the trees, and Sean and I stood next to each other and caught
our breaths. The view was gorgeous and I could tell Sean was happy as a
clam to be up in nature. He was sweating a bit, and so was I. I took off my
ball cap to wipe my brow.

Playfully, Sean reached over and ruffled my hair. I couldn't tell if he was
teasing me, or trying to make me feel like a little kid, but I blushed and
couldn't help but return his smile. Sean Carter had a way of winning me
over.

"My Dad used to take me up to the Smokies when I was a kid," he explained."
We'd stay in Gatlinburg and go hiking."

I looked out on the vista once more. "Your father still alive?" I
asked. I'd noticed Sean had made Greeneville his first stop after coming
home from a long deployment and wondered if there was a reason he didn't go
back to Georgia first.

He gave an evasive shrug. "Yeah, but we don't get along. Ever since I told
him about my... preferences. Besides, I'm as bull-headed as he is."

"Sorry to hear, man," I said, suddenly reminded how good I had it with my
family... and especially Dad. The thought of Dad not accepting me... it was
a thought I'd rather not entertain.

"It's OK," Sean said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. "It is what
it is. I have good memories, and every time I'm up here, they come back."

We sat on a large, flat rock and rested about ten minutes, enjoying the
reward for our effort. Then we began our descent down. After 20 minutes,
we'd passed only one other hiker. Sean looked over at me as we walked
intently, and from the look in his dark brown eyes, I knew what was on his
mind.

"Again?" I asked in half-exasperation and half-disbelief. I was used to
being the one with the overactive sex drive, but after meeting Sean...

He had a sheepish expression roll over his face, but he nodded yes. "You
bring out it in me, Big Guy. You wanna...?" he asked as he stopped walking.

"Now?" I quickly looked around, both excited and freaking out at the same
time.

He stood up straight and spread his legs, he kept his eyes on me as he
reached down and unzipped the front of his heavy-fabric shorts. "You'll be
hidden by the brush and I'll be able to see people coming." I watched him
unbutton, his right hand reaching into his underwear and hauling out his
already hardening cock. Sean gripped his prized prick in his fist, giving
it a leisurely stroke. "Please."

In ten seconds flat, his dick was hard as nails as it stuck straight out
from his open fly. Sean had a fucking lovely cock. Long, powerful, and
heavy looking. Like it belonged in a porno with its light coursing veins
and perfect girth. I remembered how it made me feel yesterday, snaking its
way into my guts, and pounding my butt nut. I relented.

"Thatta' boy," he growled and smiled as I squatted down in front of him.

Sean let go of his dick as I moved my face in closer. His scent was
musky... salty, virile, and masculine. I watched the whole shaft pulse as
the piss slit parted, betching out a clear viscous drop of Army cock
snot. I gripped his cock in both hands, my hands fitting around it to
stroke gently and milk out more of his precum.

Sean groaned out of anticipation, before my tongue slipped out and flicked
the tip. I wetted him down then played with the head, almost tickling the
sensitive spot on the underside. I looked up at him as I moved my lips down
the side of his shaft to the base, lapping at the spot where his sac met
his rod, that sensitive spot from last night's blowjob. I was now getting
into the naughty scenario of sucking Sean out in the open.

Sean bit his lip, watching me as I kissed and licked my way back up his
shaft. I finally slid my own lips over the head of his dick, sucking him
into my warm mouth. Sean was thick but not overly thick to be a
challenge. My tongue lapped at the underside, welcoming him in as my lips
closed around the flared corona of his cockhead. I tightened my grip on his
shaft and moaned with enjoyment as I suckled on the head, letting my tongue
wiggle and wrap around his dick. I looked up at him with my open blue eyes
as he stared right back.

I knew what Sean was thinking. He was anticipating getting a follow up to
my blowjob from the previous night. However, I was determined to show him
more.

I then turned my attention back to taking his cock and descended on him.

"Damn, stud..." he hissed. I knew he was watching me swallow his sword. Not
a full-on deep throat, but several inches.

I pulled back, though, wanting to work him up. Focusing on just three
inches, I slurped and rimmed along the cockhead, pulling it out between my
lips and giving the sensitive tip a succession of soft, wet sucking
kisses. This wasn't a Charlie Holt move, this was a Jim McGrath move, the
result of pure improvisation. I worried it seemed a little slutty, but
Sean's growl told me he was real fucking into it. I gave a little more oral
foreplay, cradling his leaking head in the groove of my tongue.

"You gonna be my cocksucker, Jim?" His voice was quiet and cautious, and I
knew he was getting off on the risk of doing this outdoors. But he couldn't
resist tossing out a verbal gesture of dominance.

I nodded as I went down on him. I began a slow bob with my mouth,
supplementing my fellatio with a gentle stroke with my fist. As he stood
there, his face darted up regularly to keep watch as I silently gave him
head. After a half minute, Sean pulled off my Virgina ball cap so he could
run his thick fingers through my lengthening and gently curling blond
hair. And at times, he gave an extra push of my head onto his hard cock,
making me gently gag, testing my limits like he did last night.

I pulled off and looked up at him, spit heavy on my lips. "Let me do this,
Sean," I whispered. "OK?" Not exasperated but confident in what I wanted at
that moment.

He nodded and held his hands up in a gesture of relinquishment. I ran my
finger along the base of his prick. "I like your fingers in my hair," I
admitted softly. "But let me suck."

"Yah," the Army man croaked.

I got back in dick sucking position and Sean's hands returned to my
head. Again, I could feel his restraint as he kept his hips in check. I
rewarded his compliance with some deeper bobbing and a little more suction.

Despite the somewhat public space, I took my time blowing him, enjoying his
beefy cock. I alternated with about every skill I had, only holding back on
the Bulldozer Special. Finally, I had a good synchronization of tongue and
gentle sucking. As I bobbed up and down, I slid my hands from Sean's groin
down over his thighs and slowly massaged his strong quads through his
hiking shorts.

"Damn, that's nice, kiddo..." I had learned a lot about the technique of
sucking a cock, but I was learning the other part of it too, knowing where
a man was in his pleasure based on his body and his voice. At that moment,
Sean was feeling very good but not in imminent danger of
cumming. "Yes... goddamnit..." he hissed. His fingers became more
appreciative in my hair, brushing my bangs back as I worked his shaft,
which slurped in my wet mouth.

Now that Sean was settled in a groove, I was eager to show off my
technique. I pulled back on his dick, leaving only the head in my mouth. I
took a quick glance up: Sean looked happy as he stared down at me. I let my
hands slide around his thighs, getting a good grip on his powerful
hamstrings. Then I pivoted my head back and sucked his dick back into my
mouth.

It was a familiar motion to him by now, but instead of stopping, I let his
cock head press into the back of my mouth. Sean looked intrigued, feeling
the tip of his cock sliding further back than before. I widened the
entrance of my throat, using my tongue to guide and almost pull his cock
back.

Sean was strangely quiet, surprised by my actions.

Now I smoothly swallowed his flared cock head, opening the back of my mouth
and letting him slide into the entrance of my throat. Sean's legs began to
tremble as I pulled his thighs forward, forcing my Soldier to feed me the
rest of his beefy weapon. I felt my throat flex around his girth and then
stretch, just as the flared head slid down into my tight gullet.

He heard an exhale of excitement above me. I was fighting back my gag
reflex and could feel the tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes. I
was out of practice for this. But I kept going, pulling his hips towards my
face. I wanted to take this Army dick all the way to the hilt.

I finally pressed my nose into his thick, dark, and fragrant pubes, my lips
now wrapped around the true base of his cock. His fingers were clutching my
scalp. I could tell he was restraining himself as he gently pulled at my
hair.

"Jesus," he gasped.

On shaky legs, he widened his stance even more as he pulled my hair back,
making me lift my chin with a mouth and throat full of dick. I could feel
his cock throbbing against my tongue and in the pulsing snugness of my
throat.

But I didn't give him the chance to fully register what was happening. I
held him in my throat for just a few seconds before I decided to go full
Bulldozer on him. With my hands still holding tight to his hips, I pulled
off him, letting him feel the tightness of my gullet as it closed around
the retreating head of his cock.

Sean's hips quivered in my grasp as his cockhead emerged back into my
mouth. I didn't give him time to think. I gripped the wet base of his dick
and went back down on him. My moan was muffled as I let the tip of his
prick slide back into the tight entrance of my throat, feeling it swallow
around the head before pulling back, and then sliding it back in - again
and again, stamping down my gag reflex.

Sean gripped my hair in his fists, trying not to take control of my
skull. Instead, he savored my deep mouth strokes that had his cut head
nudging in and out of the tightness of my gullet repeatedly, while I nursed
with just the right amount of suction. I fisted the veiny base of his shaft
as my tongue slipped out with every back suck.

My suckjob was now noisier and wetter. I shifted my kneeling stance to
start making love to his cock with regular up and down strokes of my mouth,
taking most of his length with each one.

"Ugnh... Holy fuck, Jim, what are you doing to me?" he grunted through
tight lips. THIS was the urgency of a man close to coming, I realized, and
the tension in his muscles, like they were being slowly given electric
shocks, was a confirmation.

My lips were wet and stretched, and my throat was definitely going to be a
bit raw after this, but I went full-blazes, sucking and bobbing right up to
the end. Sensing Sean right at the start of his orgasm, I used shorter
motions and sped them up, letting Sean feel the head of his cock ride the
entrance of my throat. In turn, his body grew tenser and his breaths
heavier.

"Yes!" he hissed, and I felt his fingers clasp fistfulls of my hair. He
couldn't help but loose a few tiny thrusts from his hips until his cock
swelled in my fist and between my lips.

I pulled back, holding the tip of his overstimulated cock against the back
of my tongue as he discharged into my mouth. I moaned around his shaft as
the first shot blasted across my tongue, followed by another, and
another. It was that salty taste once more, one I could get used to.

I continued to nurse on his cock, sucking down the following blasts until
they gave way to slow leaking dribbles. His cock was still semi-hard as I
finally let it sloppily fall from my wet lips. I was breathing heavily, and
I could see Sean was too, his heart racing beneath his T-shirt. "Fuck, I
always wanted to do that," he beamed. "Here, stand up... let me do you."

This was crazy, the powerful sexual attraction Sean and I had for each
other. He didn't bother to slip his now softening cock back into his
shorts. Instead, he focused on my shorts, pulling at the button and tugging
at the zipper before finally pulling my rock hard, 8-inch cock from my
underwear. I wasn't even aware how hard I was until I watched Sean stroke
my cock in his large rough fist.

He wasted no time slipping my dick between his hard lips, taking just about
half as I felt my cockhead swell and belch out a good stream of
precum. Again, it was the reality of a man like Sean on his knees servicing
me that had me so close to coming. I returned his gesture by taking a hold
of Sean's skull, the bristles of his high n' tight stimulating my fingers
and palms as my military man quickly found his rhythm, the sound of soft
wet suckles filling my ears.

I had a hard time pulling my gaze off him, but I made sure to keep look
out. Indeed, it would be pretty easy to spot any incoming hikers.

Sean knew how to push me out of my comfort zone, sometimes reluctantly at
first, but I came to love what we were doing. What Sean was doing to
me. Like now, my nervousness of getting caught transformed into a fantasy
of someone walking upon us. I imagined what he would see. Big, built Army
NCO before me, servicing my young cock. Sean bobbing and sucking for my
seed.

I was surprised just how keyed up I was, my balls so ready to burst as I
could already feel them tighten up against the base of my prick. Sean's
mouth felt like a siphon, sucking at my cock with more hunger than I
expected from him. I tried to keep quiet as my ejaculation fired up my
groin and down my shaft.

The man grunted as I fed him my jizz and clutched his skull like he did
me. Another grunt of a choke as I came in his throat, making him back off
defensively. I think Sean was surprised by the amount of my cum each
time. It gave me a flash of pride that I could give him such a full load.

Sean pulled off my quickly deflating cock with a wet slurp. He wiped his
dripping mouth with his hand as we both grinned back at each other. He
stood back up as we tucked our dicks back in and hiked on. As we walked,
Sean kept looking over at me with a playful smirk.

"You have GOT to be kidding me," I said. "You can't be ready to go again."

Sean laughed, his white teeth showing. "Nah, Jim, you drained every drop
just now."

As we walked on, though, he kept looking at me. "You've been holding out on
me, Hot Stuff," he finally said. "It's been a while since I've had head
that good."

"Yeah?" I asked, proud he liked my BJ skills. I'd have to remember to thank
Holt next time we talked. "How long would that be?" I asked in a teasing
tone.

"Oh, that would be never," Sean growled. "That was seriously the best
blowjob I've ever had. You're a man of surprises, Jim McGrath."

*****

I played well that night. I mean, smoked each at bat. Two homers. My
defensive play was spot-on, too. Maybe I needed to get laid more, I thought
to myself as I got changed afterwards.

I tried to play it cool when I saw Sean waiting for me in the same spot
like he did yesterday - all big muscles and beaming smiles in his t-shirt,
shorts, ball cap, aviators, and dark 5 o'clock shadow. "Jim, that was
awesome," he said as he met me in a quick bro-like hug before we walked
back to his Jeep. "You ready to celebrate? My treat. Gonna spoil you with
some of this hard-earned deployment money."

Over dinner, he explained how he'd grown up a football fan and didn't know
as much about baseball. Indeed, he had on his Georgia football cap as we
pounded back beers at the hotel restaurant. I think Sean had caught up on
his sleep and had more energy to party tonight. And we were in a partying
mood. I had to admit, this seasoned Soldier could definitely drink me under
the table.

It was midnight before we stumbled back into Sean's hotel room, both of us
buzzed and horny. I'd been slyly and surreptitiously flirting with him for
the last hour, giving him stares and whispering nasty things in his ear,
trying to tease him.

"All right, you prick tease," he now growled into the darkness as he
roughly pulled me towards him - into his taller, more solid frame. His
strength still surprised me, making my body crash into his, chest to
chest. Sean's hands went right to the waistband of my shorts as he ground
his groin into mine, making sure I felt his semi-hard cock trapped
beneath. My lips naturally tilted up, meeting his rough lips in a sloppy
wet kiss, his scuff nipping at my mouth as I was soon sucking on his
whiskey-laden tongue.

We made out, standing face to face in his hotel room. My hands wrapped
around his thick neck, my fingers brushing over the bristles of his hair,
my hands pulling his mouth harder into mine. I wanted him to know how much
I wanted this. After being sexless and closeted for months, I loved that I
could be physical and sexual with another man, an older man no less.

Sean growled into our kiss, and I felt his rough hands fumble with the
button of my shorts, opening them and yanking them down off my ass and
hips.

This was going to be quickie sex, I could feel it, and it was the perfect
change of pace from our pairings these past two days. Sean and I groped
each other and continued with our sloppy kiss. Then, it was like we
couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. Sean hadn't even bothered to turn
on the room light, and we kind of tripped in the dark as we stumbled back
toward the hotel bed drunkenly, both of us now mostly naked except for our
socks, and my boxer briefs still wrapped around the calf of one leg.

The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell back on the mattress. I didn't
have time to even prop myself up since a second later Sean's taller, bigger
military body fell on top of me. He may have been tipsy, but his dick was
rock hard against my own erection.

"Mmph," he moaned in excitement as we met for another sloppy, tongue-filled
kiss. Our arms and hands went back to groping one another, fingers digging
into muscle. His core crunched rhythmically as he humped into me hornily,
his hot drooling cock riding the cleft of where my hip met my groin,
rubbing up against the side of my shaft. I was humping him back too, my own
precum flowing.

"I wanna fuck you again, Jim," he hissed. He broke our kiss, keeping his
lips just hair apart from mine. His voice was lust personified at that
moment. I had to remember that as much as I'd had my own dry spell in the
minor leagues, Sean was coming off a longer, mandatory one, and he was
eager to make up for lost time.

"Yeah, Sean," I mumbled back, surprised at how desperate and horny my voice
was. "I want your dick in me." I knew he had to get going early in the
morning, but I wanted a `CSM Sean Carter' fuck one more time before I had
to go back to reality. My hole had been well used the day before, and
intuitively I felt I was relaxed, primed, and opened enough for another
mating.

Sean pulled back, sitting back on his knees, and even in the dim dark, I
could make out the silhouette of his military muscled body above me and the
glint of his silver dogtags. "God, you're so fucking hot," he growled,
staring down at me laying beneath him. The tips of his rough fingers traced
a line from my temple to my jaw, finally cupping my face before sliding
down my neck. Gone was assertive Sean, and in its place was an
appreciative, almost worshipful tone that matched the light touch of his
hand along my chest.

That approach worked for me, big time. I spread my thighs and wrapped my
strong legs around his solid waist. Communicating to him how much I wanted
him.

I expected a wisecrack, but even his sexy talk was earnest. "All right,
hold on there, kiddo... Daddy's got ya."

He twisted his body and I could hear him fumbling for the lube. I could
even hear the succession of squirts into his palm. When he kissed me again,
he reached down and lined up a very wet cock to my used, but still snug
ring. I had to suppress the small wince I felt, as my hole reminded me just
how rough Sean's last fuck was. But he didn't charge in. Instead, he teased
the tender sphincter with the slick head, smearing the lube all along the
tender asslips in the process.

It was just the right approach. Sean was making me want to get fucked in
the worst way. I wrapped my legs tighter, letting my sock-clad heels press
into his hard glutes, a signal for him to go ahead.

I grunted into his kiss the second his cockhead speared into my relaxed
hole. Despite the rougher fuck from before, the entry was easy now. Slick
and hot, his beefy prick filled me up steadily as one arm around his neck
held his scruffy lips to mine. I growled into his mouth, needy almost, as
my other hand traveled down his lats to feel the muscle flex as he slowly
pushed into me.

"This OK?" he asked, pulling his lips from mine, concerned about the sudden
penetration.

"More than OK," I replied. "Fuck me, Sean."

"God, kiddo... I love this hole so much."

I could feel Sean's breath on me as he slowly dragged his cock from my
hole, pulling it back halfway before plunging back into me. Then again. I
writhed beneath him, maximizing the penetration and body contact with his
hard, hairy, bulky muscles.

I could see the sheen of light off his eyes as he pulled back only to
thrust back in again, and again. His hips were now pumping, not hard but
intently.

"Shit, Jim," Sean hissed, getting excited big time and feeding off my own
horniness. The head of his cock knocked the deeper walls of my hole open
with force, and soon his hips were pounding me hard. Maybe if I weren't
drunk, I wouldn't have taken it as well. But every sensation was amazing
and I actively bucked up against his physical fucking.

"God, Sean!" I muttered, feeling the strength of each thrust as my hole
made wet smacking sounds around his pile-driving shaft. "You gonna cum?"

His mouth had been kissing my cheek and rose off to reply. "I'm so fucking
close... don't think I can hold off." The strain was evident in his voice.

"Oh, Fuck... Go ahead," I urged. His cock was a blur against my prostate,
and pretty soon he was gonna get me there, too.

It took maybe twenty seconds for Sean to fully enter orgasm. His body was
thrusting in full athletic contractions as his own deep voice became a
whimper. "Oh fuck... oh shit."

Feeling his body grow rigid in orgasm felt like a personal victory. I
smiled when I felt his hips tense and freeze, only to then give me tiny
micro-thrusts that made his cock swell and begin to fire off each spewing
shot of Army seed. His muscles were sweaty as he finally relaxed.

My hands explored his plated chest, my fingers twirling around the
ballchain of his dogtags, tugging them gently, almost drawing him back down
for a softer kiss.

"Think you can stay hard?" I finally asked. He hadn't pulled out and my
legs were still wrapped around his waist.

"You want me to go again? I think I'm spent, kiddo," he said
apologetically, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip.

"I just want you in me while I come," my voice still horny, begging just a
little. My dick was roaring hard as it throbbed between us, overdue for
release.

Sean smiled and nodded. "All right," he answered. And like that he pushed
his still-hard cock back into my hole, bottoming out once more. The motion
pushed Sean's thick load out from between the tight lips of my ass and
Sean's thick veiny shaft, but the next instrokes worked some of the cum
back inside me. Maybe his dick wasn't as rigid as a minute earlier, but it
was enough. Sean gave small little thrusts into me, but mostly let my ass
clench around his boner while I stroked.

"God yes," he urged. "Come on, kiddo."

"Sean!" I gasped, wrapping my legs tightly around him once more and
flagging away at my erection. My back arched off the bed more as the sexual
tension amped up inside me.

"Yeah, stud?" He hissed. "Gonna cum?"

I tried to answer but already I was entering orgasm. "UNNF!" I cried as my
dick belted out its load, feeling a relief with each wave of cum pulsing
out of my piss slit and onto my belly. I looked up at him with dazed
eyes. I was definitely now fully fucked.

"Nice," he slurred and leaned in for another kiss. Already he was wiggling
out from our pairing, and I realized his dick was quickly softening.

I lay still as he went to piss, then I mustered the strength to have my
turn. There was the spare hotel-provided toothbrush, and I brushed my teeth
as well.

Sean seemed sleepy when I slipped back in bed next to him. We embraced
again, not so much kissing but feeling up each other's bodies and enjoying
each other's closeness. I was glad my body pleased him, since his
definitely was a major turn on.

"I could get used to this," Sean said quietly as he softly traced his
fingertips over the contours of my athletic body. "I don't want to go
tomorrow."

"Me, either," I answered as I brushed my fingers down his neck and
chest. "We're going to see each other after tomorrow, aren't we?"

"Hell yeah, we will. I wasn't sure if coming here was the right thing, but
I knew from the second I saw you and you had this look on your face...."

"Look?" I was trying to remember that moment. I could picture every detail
about Sean but had to remember what I was feeling.

"You were happy to see me. I knew it then. That we have something."

I felt really emotional at that moment, with feelings I couldn't put into
words.

Sean mistook my silence and introspection for something else. "You feel
something too, don't you, Jim?" Anxiety was in his deep baritone voice. It
was odd to see such a cocksure, experienced guy so unsure of himself.

"Yes, Sean, I do," I said, my own voice res;onding to his deep quiet
tone. I reached forward to stroke his stubbled cheek.

The smile on his face when I said that made my heart pound.

*****

We slept in this time, both of us.

Sean had to get going the next day. He let me sleep as much as he could but
soon roused me so he could hit the road. I slipped on my clothes as he
finished packing up his bag. Soon, we stood awkwardly apart from one
another in the hotel room.

"We'll talk soon, Jim. And maybe when your season is done you can come
visit me in Fayetteville."

"Definitely," I answered.

We embraced and kissed, and then he gave me a tight hug. I held tight to
him, letting my nose press against his neck as I tried to memorize the
sweet tobacco scent of his cologne.

"All right, knock `em dead out there tonight, Hot Stuff," Sean said against
my neck with a kiss.

"Yes, sir."

*****

The manager called me into his office when I checked in at the club house.

"You're not playing tonight, McGrath," the man said first thing.

I was momentarily shocked, since my hitting had been pretty great lately.

"You're packing up and heading to Lexington. Whaddya think of that?"

"That's incredible, sir!" The surprise just added to the thrill.

"Talk with the handler and he'll go over the practical info." He stood up,
his middle age bulk matching his normal gruffness. "Best of luck,
McGrath. I'll be rooting for you."

"Thanks, sir!"

I ran into Mitch and Antonio in the locker room and filled them on the news
and then noticed they had big smiles already.

"Someone tell you guys already?"

Mitch shook his head. "No, McG... it's just, well, Antonio got his news
today, too."

I should have realized that Antonio was packing up his locker as well. "No
shit? Wow, that's great, man. Lexington?"

"Na, double As. I'm sure I'll see you there real soon, McG."

It was tough saying goodbye to the guys, but the excitement of leaving the
rookie league coursed through my veins as I started packing up my locker,
too.