Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2023 20:30:41 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 44 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn't make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: billdrake@hotmail.com. I hope to have a (free) ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. PART SIX: BASEBALL DREAMS Chapter Forty-Four Fayetteville, September 2006 I lay back in Sean's king-sized bed with my hands pulling my legs back, somewhat apart, but mostly pulled toward my chest as much as I could comfortably manage. All I had on were my white crew socks - the rest of my clothes littering the man's bedroom floor. From between my legs, a naked Sean Carter occasionally looked up at me, at my excited face, but mostly he seemed fixated on my exposed trench. I didn't have the view he had of course, but I knew he could see my lightly blond fur covering, all the way from my balls and down around my newly exposed pink hole. He dragged his thumb over my pucker, then tugged at my sealed ring. "Jesus, you fucker, that's beautiful," the hardened Soldier growled. I imagined that gruff baritone barking orders at his subordinates. With precision aim, Sean spit right onto my hole. The sudden wetness on my ring sent a thrill through my body, but not as much as what came next, when Sean settled on the bed between my thighs, dove in and started licking me. It was like we were picking up right where we'd left off in Tennessee. It had been too many weeks since I'd been able to see this perfect man. But the minute my season wrapped up at the end of August, I was packing my car and driving down to Fayetteville for a few days. We'd spent the last month and a half in constant contact. Texting nonstop and talking by phone when I had privacy. It was like a logical continuation of our email correspondence, only more urgent now that we'd connected physically again. When Sean had asked me down to visit, I said yes in a heartbeat. I'd barely set my duffel bag down in the foyer when Sean met me in a deep kiss and guided me back to his bedroom. "First things first, Big Guy," he growled between kisses as he walked me backward, barely removing his mouth from mine to speak and to tug at my clothes. "Gotta fuck that horny ass of yours." Absence had made my hole tighter, more constricted, but Sean was gonna work me right back open. Sean's hands gripped my round buns and pulled me open. I now felt the full lap of his fat tongue, the scratch of his 5 o'clock shadow, and the way his jaw spread my cheeks open even more. "Uh... Sean..." I gasped. Soft smacking noises filled the room. I bit my lip and held my legs back to let his lapping tongue have deeper access. As my body relaxed back into the bed, the Army man began flicking his tongue against my sensitive bud and his lips kissed the sensitive skin around my hole. His tongue grew more forceful, then his lips latched around my pucker. I'd been dreaming of sex with this older military hunk for weeks, and reliving our times together in my head. It made me all that much hornier now that we were together again. As good as the rimjob felt, I wasn't prepared for how Sean would kick it into overdrive. "Oh... God, Sean," I grunted once the Command Sergeant Major began to suck on my asslips while simultaneously pressing his strong tongue against my smooth opening. His thumb nudged just under my hole, under his bottom lip, pulling at the skin as the wet kissing and growls of a hungry infantryman filled my ears. Sean's stubble rasped my smooth skin like sandpaper, adding to the amazing sensation of the man sucking on my hole as his tongue finally plunged inside me. I held on tightly to my legs, my clenched muscle a reaction to the deep sensation I was feeling as his tongue speared into me. Sean had rimmed me in that Tennessee hotel room, but THIS was something else. The man dug deeper with his oral muscle. He sucked on my hole, loosening my ring so his tongue could dive in and out, wiggling inside me and wetting down my insides. Of all the men who'd eaten my ass, Sean by far had the thickest tongue. "Jesus, fuck," I hissed now. It almost tickled and was almost too much, but that oral violation of my hole just fed my horniness. As he ate me out, my pucker opened up more for him. While his tongue pressed in, his lips sucked my loosening hole into his mouth. The suction of his lips broke, then I felt Sean's thick tongue and stubbled lips retreat, pulling back just a hair as he blew over my soaked hole with his hot breath. I felt the fingertip of his rough thumb flick at my asslips. "Dayum, you taste great, you hot piece of fuck meat," he grumbled as he lightly licked me again, fluttering the tip of his tongue just to tease me. "You like that, don't you? "Yes, sir," I managed to bleat out as Sean continued flicking at my hole with his tongue and thumb. I felt my pucker wink at him, wanting his mouth back on me. "Don't ya worry, Big Guy. I'm gonna take care of your pussy." There was that p-word again. I wasn't crazy about it, but in Sean's gruff voice, it was hot to hear. Besides, he didn't give me time to object to the term. The hungry Soldier dove back in, with more speed and force as his stubbled jaw and chin smashed between my hard cheeks. I felt his fingers claw at my crack, his lips around my hole, his tongue plunging its way back through the tight ring protecting my innards. I shut my eyes briefly and just savored this. I continued to hold my thighs open, my knees to my chest. Sean again spit on my pucker, only to use his tongue to shovel the saliva into my chute. He suckled on my hole, nibbled on my asslips, and, with slick smacking sounds, filled me with his tongue. The longer Sean held his thick tongue inside me, the more amazing it began to feel, the wet stretch and exporily licks. Some of the thrill was the mental part, the anticipation of celebrating the end of my first professional baseball season with a fuck from a very hot military man. But Sean was also reminding me how much I could enjoy receiving a rimjob. Not since Jack Grant had I met a man as good at this as Sean. As a result, my prick was rock hard on my abs. His tongue had retreated and now flicked playfully along my tight rim. I opened my eyes and raised my head to look down my body, past my tensing abs and erect cock. I could see the silver-flecked brown hair of Sean's buzz cut and his forehead and eyes, focused trance-like on the space between my open thighs. Even with his face half-hidden, he still looked amazingly handsome. The Army man gave some soft kisses to my pucker, and then his tongue slipped past my ring to resume that drilling and fucking motion that had me grunting more loudly now. "Fuck, Sean!" I gasped. The renewed stretch of his tongue was intense, almost tickling, but the more he ate me out, the more my cock throbbed in tandem with my hole. I was starting to leak, too. Sean's dark brown eyes looked up to catch my gaze. He held my stare, growling into my hole as he kept on eating, like a wolf who'd caught his prey. I let my head fall back while one of Sean's hands slid up the back of my thigh, holding my knee forward and legs open. I dropped my hands, reaching overhead only to take fistfulls of his bedsheets as the man kept on eating me like his meal. "That cunt's ready, all right," he finally announced. Sean pulled his lips off my hole with a wet kiss and leaned up and over to reach for some lube he'd set out in preparation. I loved watching the way his bigger muscle naturally flexed beneath his olive-tanned skin as he moved. Still hairier than I was, a lot of the man's upper body was covered in short, dark hair that seemed to flow as it clung close against his skin, across his chest and down the center of his combat-chiseled abs. While not as thick or downy as Dad or Jack's chest hair, Sean's still looked soft. Around his neck, resting between his molded pecs, were the man's jingling, shimmery dogtags. Sean gripped one of my sock-clad ankles to hold my leg up in place, and keep my ass open for him. I was still coming to terms that I'd just had the best goddamn rimjob of my life when Sean's strong, lube-drenched, middle finger flicked my hole before plunging in knuckle deep. Then, he withdrew and methodically squirted more lube onto his finger, reaching down to smear the liquid around and push it into my eaten-out pucker. I was breathing heavily and could feel the warm wetness rolling down my crack. He pulled out only to add his index finger as he pushed both digits past my ring and into my tight insides, building a rhythm as he finger-fucked my hole. Not a gentle fingering either. But the rougher jabs were somehow welcome, a hint of the thicker cock that was gonna bore into me in a second. The man was rock hard, and 7 solid thick inches pointed right at my open thighs, thick veins pulsing down the shaft as the bell-shaped head throbbed. His cock definitely wanted to be back in my hole. "You miss my dick, bitch?" His dark eyes looked into mine with a playful tease, but his words were cold and direct. "Damnit, Sean," I pleaded as his calloused fingers dove into my hole, stuffing me with more lube. His aggressive words felt as challenging as the prodding digits. "Damnit, what?" he laughed as he made the next jab especially harsh, his fingers stabbing at my prostate. "Damnit, I missed your fucking cock in me," I let out. I was feeling warm all over my body now. "Right answer," he growled as he pulled his fingers from my chute. And like that, the strong Army man was on me, his body scooting in between my upturned legs, one hand gripping the base of his cock to push that seven-inch spike right into me. "Oh FUCK!" I cried through clenched teeth. My hands around my hamstrings tried to hold my thighs open for him, but my hole was feeling spasms of shock on the inside. Despite the lube, my chute was still tight, clenching and pulsing it tried to close back up around Sean's formidable thickness. My whole body tensed, but I didn't want him to pull out. The initial sting was sharp, but was already fading. Sean paused, his hand still gripping my ankle, his face so tense I could tell he really wanted to just rut. "Easy Big Guy... you got this," he said in a deep, quiet voice. I took a deep breath and nodded. I loved Sean's take-charge nature, but my body wasn't quite where my head was. Thankfully, Sean reached down, and massaged my chest and abs, before reaching over to feel up my arm. "You OK?" he asked in an even quieter tone. I nodded, which made him give a soft, lusty smile. Sean placed my one foot on his knotted shoulder, and I lowered my other foot to rest it on his other shoulder. He was now in position to plow me once I was ready. Patiently, the man watched my face as he began flexing his cockhead in my stretched hole, testing the tightness for a second before pulling back just a millimeter only to give me back two. "There, stud, we'll take our time, OK?" he said in his deep bedroom voice. Now, his hips gave me the tiniest of thrusts, coaxing my hole open with his girth. "Goddamn, you have an amazing body... you put on muscle since I last saw you?" I nodded. "Probably. Yeah." His gently thrusting prick felt intense in me, but I was getting over the shock of intrusion. I could feel his wide cock head slowly spreading my inner walls open. Sean grinned as he felt my insides grip and unclench against his bone. "Fuck, I missed this jock hole, all right." His hips were now working my ass again with shorter, little thrusts that helped him get deeper. My fat dick twitched on my ripped abs. "Did I hit your g-spot?" He hissed. I shook my head. Gripping my cock in my fist, I felt it pulse in sync with my hole. "Not sure... but that... that feels really good." Getting fucked by Sean felt like getting possessed, full-body. "You deserve more than 'good,' Hot Stuff," Sean growled and I watched as that tall, built body leaned down over me, his wide shoulders pressing down on the backs of my legs, rocking and angling my ass up and open. His dogtags now dangled just above my neck. Then, his powerful hips bore more of that rigid Army dick into me. A couple of precise thrusts had me gasping at the newly intense pleasure. I felt my toes curl at the thrusting cock and the way it felt thicker than before somehow. As the pleasure shot up from my inner chute and into my balls, I clenched my own cock, not stroking it, but keeping it in a stranglehold in my fist. "THAT... that's your fucking g-spot," Sean growled. Taking charge, the Sergeant Major's upper body remained immobile, his hands planted on the bed just above my shoulders, but his hips just plowed forward into me with rapid hard thrusts, punching his spike right against my prostate. It was like he wanted to see the reaction he'd get out of me, and it was working. My dick jerked up from my crotch. I hissed an intake of air and bit my lip as waves of pleasure coursed and radiated from my groin. It was a harder fuck than I was expecting. Honestly, I think I'd only experienced something like this with Admiral Henson and Dad, but the man was piledriving me to the mattress now. Sean Carter somehow delivered his full length and combined it with speed and force. "Take my dick," he urged, now fucking deeper, the flared head now grinding over and past my internal attempts to grip his dick. I gripped my own dick, maybe to get off, but mostly to manage the sensations in my ass. The effect though was to make my opened-up inside grip Sean's boner again and milk him for his load. "Motherfuck!" he yelled and a quick jerk to his fuck cadence told me he was coming, a half second before his face scrunched up into the sure signs of a man getting his ultimate pleasure. "Fuck me," I urged, hoping to help his nut. Sean's thrusts became quick spasming jabs to bury his dick to the hilt and fill my guts with his seed. I loved watching his muscles tense and relax through his orgasm and I jerked excitedly to get there myself. He didn't stop, but his hips slowed into a shallow and slow fuck. A smile swept over his face, sweat dampening his buzzcut hair some. He gently punched his fists against my chest. "GodDANG I needed that. Fuck!" I looked up, thrilled I could give him that pleasure, but I was feeling the urgent need for my own release now. I started jerking faster. "Does Jimmy need to get off?" I'd never been called Jimmy before, but Sean's gentle, steady fucking left me no mental space to object. I couldn't take any more. My hand kept pulling at my cock, faster, eagerly seeking the relief of a cum. Only Sean's strong fist grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. My cock throbbed hard now. "Not yet. Daddy's gonna take care of you right." That was the magic word, all right. He quickened his pace, replacing the strength and depth of his fuck strokes with pure speed. I could almost feel the lube and cum being pressed out from between my stretched ass lips with each jab. Leaning forward Sean stroked the side of my face before putting his thumb in my mouth. I didn't know what to do with it, which made him laugh for a second. "Open up," he growled, and I followed his instruction, feeling his thumb press into my mouth and ride the tip of my tongue, before he withdrew it. "My Jimmy knows how to be a good boy, doesn't he?" His hips were working faster, even if he'd already cum, his dick was rigid and drilling me at a gentler but steady pace. I'd heard words like this from Admiral Henson, but I wasn't prepared for them now, or maybe wasn't fully worked up into the mood for them. Still, the physical sensations of being taken by Sean Carter were gonna get me off. My hand shot up, gripping Sean's furry right pec, solid as hell. Then I reached further, wrapping my arms around his thick neck as his dogtags tapped my chin. "Yeah," he hissed eagerly as he watched the telltale pleasure build in my face. His hard body was growing dewy with sweat I was at a fever pitch when Sean's hand touched my cock. It was like fireworks, with my balls cinching up tight. I couldn't hold back, now. The wet slap of his groin on my ass accentuated the power of each thrust. With Sean's sawing cock nailing me, heavy hot spurts of my liquid seed spilled out, first in a steady flow then pulsing in high spurts. I clung to him, holding tightly to his neck, leading his forehead to press against mine as I rode out my cum. I was out of breath when Sean finally stopped. As much as I relished Sean's incredible power, it was equally hot to see the muscles in an extended flex as he held himself steady above me and stare down at me with a look of accomplishment. Pretty soon, my hole stopped choking his cock, signaling that I was drained. Gingerly, the Soldier scooted out of the saddle, slowly pulling his still hard dick out of me, the wet shlop sounding as his cockhead finally slipped from my battered, cum-filled hole. I felt it immediately seal back up, tired from the rough fuck it just endured, but also already missing the feel of Sean cock inside me. I slowly lowered my legs and caught my breath. Sean's chest was heaving in excitement, too, as he leaned his 6'5" body over me in a push-up position and looked down on me, a smile on his face. "I've been thinking about that ever since you said you were coming to visit, Big Guy." He kissed me, solidly and possessively, and I half thought he was going to want to fuck again, right then. Part of me would have wanted that, too, but I knew I needed some recuperation time. Sean leaned up and I could see the perfection of his muscular build, his front covered in dark hair. His cock stood out, pulsing and dribbling with the remnants of his seed, not erect but not soft either. He gave my hip a playful pat. "What do you think of grabbing a bite and a beer? I think we earned it." I agreed and we both slid off the bed, naked and sweaty, and went to clean off in the master bath. We'd been in such a rush to fuck that I hadn't even taken a look around before. Now that the sexual edge had been satiated, though, I finally got a look at his place. On his bedroom walls Sean had some pictures of WWII and Vietnam era planes and tanks, that kind of stuff, plus some framed football tickets from what I gathered were from college championship games. And out in the living room was a lot of brown leather, wood furniture, and a big TV. It was very masculine: clean and Spartan, nothing ornate. I hadn't given it much thought before, but it was the place I'd expect from a career Army NCO bachelor. "Nice place you got," I said as Sean stepped in behind me, pulling his T-shirt down over his furry abs and walking barefoot in his jeans. I had to laugh at how horny we'd been. He put on his Bulldogs ball cap and looked like he was relaxed and at home. "Thanks. Yeah, Ft. Bragg means better off-base housing options." He stepped up to me, his figure standing two inches above me as he gripped my waist as he leaned in a soft kiss. His hand came up and brushed my temple. "Glad you could make it down, Big Guy." *** Sean took me to one of the staples of his Army town, a brewpub called Huske Hardware - a favorite of the locals and the Soldiers on base with lots of polished wood and a vintage vibe that looked like it would fit in in downtown Norfolk. It had been a long drive from Lexington and it was now decently late, as the dinner rush was quieting down. Our waitress had just brought us our drink order, and as we sat in one of the more secluded booths across from one another, I was unable to stop grinning. I removed my ball cap and laid it on the table. "You always take off your baseball cap?" Sean asked. "Not always. But Dad always made me remove my hat indoors, kind of drilled it into me and my brothers, actually. Old habits, you know..." Sean pulled off his well-worn Georgia cap as well, revealing his clean Army high n' tight with his straight hairline and buzzed, silver-sprinkled temples. "I guess I better remember my manners," he chuckled. Then, he added, "You cut your hair." It wasn't buzzcut short like I wore in college, but it was a lot closer to that than the last time Sean saw me. I guess the sex distracted him as well, and he was just now noticing. "Yessir, I thought I should go more cleancut for my job." I needed some off-season employment and Coach Weir, my high school coach, had lined up a seasonal job at a sports shop in Norfolk. After we ordered, Sean asked me about my job and plans and I caught him up. "I'll help out with the bookkeeping, but mostly it's standard retail.... just during the holiday season." "Is the pay OK?" I sipped my draft beer and shrugged my shoulders. "It's retail pay, but still pays better than single A baseball. Dad's been helping me out a little, and I'm real grateful for that." Sean knew I'd be living at Dad's, too, over the off season months, rent-free, and tending to the house while Dad was at sea. Sean asked a lot about Dad and the Navy. I got the feeling that the fact that my father was a Navy Captain made Sean Carter hold me in a higher regard, and I didn't know what I thought of that. I was proud as hell of Dad, and I guess I realized in moments like this just how big a deal his rank was, but it wasn't like it was my accomplishment. Still, the military thing was a way of bonding, and Sean did seem genuinely curious to hear me talk about what it was like growing up a Navy brat. "Bet your buddies thought you were spoiled," he said matter of factly. I had to laugh at that. It was almost clairvoyant. "Some of 'em, yeah," I replied. "But what made you guess?" He shrugged. "Probably something I would have said when I was younger and dumber." The wisecracking Sean Carter seemed to get serious for a second. "It's simpler to think some guys have it easy." "I guess," I said. I thought of my buddy, Rick, who'd grown up pretty well off. But his folks had divorced, and I don't know that he was any better off than me - other than maybe the gay thing that I had to hide. Sean nudged my knee under the table. "Oh... are you saying you're spoiled, Jim McGrath?" Wisecracking Sean Carter was back and it made me laugh, harder this time. "Yeah, probably." "Don't worry," he whispered as he leaned in. "You're cute enough to get away with it." Our food came, and I teased Sean for getting a salad with his burger instead of fries. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ," he mock-groaned. "You 23-year-olds think because you don't have to watch what you eat, the rest of us shouldn't either." It was true that my metabolism was amped up between workouts and conditioning. I felt a little bad for teasing the older man but didn't want to back down too easily. "Ah, you 42-year-olds like having us 23-year-olds around," I said, popping a fry in my mouth as I smirked at him. "43 in a week, but yeah, I do," Sean grinned before he took a bite of his bacon burger. "When's your birthday?" I'd had my birthday a few weeks earlier and had filled Sean in on the small celebration my teammates and I had. Sean had even called that morning, wishing me a happy birthday. "September 8." "Well, happy early birthday. Why didn't you tell me it was coming up?" I asked, a little miffed the man hadn't mentioned it in all the conversations we've been having as of late. He gave a cautious look around, but no one was in earshot. "Lessee... I'm dating a smoking hot 23-year-old baseball player... guess I don't want to jinx it by reminding you of my age." "You kidding?" I asked. I was taken aback by his reaction. Sergeant Major Carter had such a take-charge demeanor I hadn't considered that he might have insecurities when it came to dating, too. But somehow the implication of his words were just sinking in, and I had to ask. "Is this what we're doing? Dating?" "I'm not sure, Jim," he said as he put his burger down and looked at me with an expression that was flirty on the surface but betrayed a deeper nervousness. "I believe in taking things slow, but if you're OK with that, then yeah." "Oh, I'd like that, Sean," my words coming out quicker than I had anticipated. My words made him flash that ruggedly handsome smile that I only got to see on special occasions. That was definitely the answer he wanted. I took a chance. "Speaking of jinxing things," I started. "I kind of go for older guys." He cracked a grin. "I thought maybe you did. But you never know." I must have had a expresion on my face that was unsure. "Let's just say some younger dudes are into me despite my age, some because of it." "There's been a lot of younger dudes, then?" I asked, more curious than anything. Sean shot me a sly smirk. "How 'bout this, Hot Stuff? No discussing our sexual history this weekend. We got plenty of time for that." "OK," I said, a little chastened. I didn't have a lot of dating experience, but I decided Sean was right not to dwell on our past men at this point. And inwardly I shuddered at the realization at the men I'd never be able to tell him about. Sean nudged my knee beneath the booth. "Hey, I wanna take my new boyfriend out on a date tomorrow night. A real dinner. Whaddya say, Hot Stuff?" "Oh yeah, Sean, that'd be incredible," I beamed. I was falling head over heels for this guy, for sure. We made chit-chat for the rest of our meal, then Sean paid up and drove me around town a little. It was a little surreal, but nice, hanging out with Sean in person. We'd had phone conversations a couple of times a week while I was up in Lexington and could sneak away for some privacy. Now I was seeing him in his natural element in this Army town. *** It had been a long day, and by the time we got back to Sean's... between the drive, the sex, and the food, I was feeling pretty wiped. Sean got a beer for each of us and we sat close to one another on the couch and chatted. Sean's bigger frame nestled against mine, and his arm draped across the back of the sofa, behind my head, his large hand falling over my chest. "OK if we talk, Jim?" he asked softly, his hand on my front, tracing my T-shirt lazily with his fingers. "Sure," I said, hiding the nervousness I felt suddenly. As someone inexperienced with dating, I dreaded moments like these. At least with Greg, it was never good when we "had to talk." "I know I come on strong," he said. His voice wasn't a whisper but it was soft, thoughtful. He then added, "Particularly with sex." "That's an understatement," I laughed. He laughed, too, and I was glad the tension broke a little. Sean leaned his face down to kiss along my neck before meeting my lips in a quick kiss. I got the feeling he was working up to what he wanted to talk about. That was OK with me, I enjoyed having him in my arms, our warm bodies pressed against one another. I was kind of drained from sex earlier, but I still loved this intimacy. "Um," he started again. "You know, sometimes I can say crazy stuff when I'm fucking a guy. Kinda pervy stuff. Sometimes rough. I just want to make sure I'm not weirding you out." Sean's face stayed close to mine, and I could smell his cologne emanating from his chest. I had a hunch. "Have other guys been weirded out?" I asked as I brushed the back of his neck with my fingers. "Oh, big time," he chuckled. I wanted to ask if there had been a lot of guys, but I remembered our agreement for the weekend. "You been holding back around me?" I asked, pressing my shoulder into his hard body. I could sense him sigh excitedly. "Yeah, a little. But not much. Funny thing is, Jim, ever since that first night, I feel like I can be myself with you. Or say what's on my mind." "You can," I answered confidently. "You sure about that?" I hesitated for a moment, but I replied, "I am." I figured I could say what was on my mind, too. "Only.... earlier... the 'pussy' stuff... I don't know what I think about that." Sean looked at me, eyes challenging but understanding. "I get it," he said. "I can't guarantee it won't slip out in the heat of the moment, but I'll keep it in mind." I nodded. "Thanks." His eyes probed mine. "Everything else has been OK?" "Oh yeah," I said. "You probably noticed I was into the 'Daddy' thing earlier." He patted my shoulder. "I did. I like how it turns you on," he said, that throaty whisper coming back. "You mind that?" He shook his head. "Like I said, I like turning you on," he answered. "Learning what buttons to push. It's kind of one of your things, I take it?" "Yes, sir." "You going to keep calling me, sir? I actually work for my pay," he cracked. It took me a second, but I got the quick sense he was referring to not being a commissioned officer. "I didn't even mean it in a military sense," I replied. "Or maybe I did, I don't know." I was feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, Sean." His fingers continued caressing the skin on my neck, which was a reassuring sign he wasn't pissed off or anything. "You can 'sir' me in the bedroom all you like, Hot Stuff. Otherwise, Sean works well." "Got it," I said. Chastised, but maybe rightfully so. His lips pressed softly against my neck and I felt my torso stretch into his grip. After a minute of that tight embrace, he pulled back. I was loving this vibe, conversational but still sexual, but my eyes were getting heavy, which made Sean laugh. "Fading fast?" he asked. "'Fraid so," I said. We polished off our bottles and then I followed Sean back to his bedroom to get ready for bed. A thought occurred to me as I brushed my teeth in the master bath then stripped down to my underwear: before, when we'd spent the night together a few times, it was always in a hotel room. I always loved the act of sleeping in the same bed as another man. But being in Sean's space let me learn a little more about him. A more lived-in, masculine space, and a bigger bed with a normal, dark colored spread. I took a second to look at the photos he had around the bed. A couple were of Army milestones, one was a photo of him hiking with a friend or ex-boyfriend, and another was a childhood picture of him with his parents. He got ready after I came back, and returned in just a pair of light shorts and his dogtags, and slipped into his bed. I was starting to doze when I felt him slip next to me under the covers. "Dang... I must have fucked all the energy out of you, Jim," he cracked. Softly he reached over and pulled at my torso, half to pull me to him and half to leverage his own strong body my way. Our kiss tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash, and it lasted not as long as I normally would have liked. But I was sleepy, and Sean knew it. He patted my abs and then withdrew. "All right, sleep well, Hot Stuff." *** Like Dad, Sean's idea of "sleeping in" was 6 a.m. I roused some as I felt the bed shift beside me, but I heard his quiet whisper. "Sleep in," he urged. I rolled over, and it didn't take me long to do as he asked. I woke to the smell of bacon. I stretched, feeling a major case of morning wood. I threw back the covers and got out of bed, feeling well-rested. I realized Sean's bed was the most comfortable one I'd slept in in months. I rifled through my duffle bag on the floor beside Sean's dresser and found a casual T and shorts to slip on. I found Sean in the kitchen, similarly dressed and barefoot, making breakfast. His buzzcut meant he didn't have the case of bedhead that I did, but he still had that morning look about him, especially with the overnight scruff on his face, still unshaven. In the morning, it was dark, even though I could see the silver barbs around his strong, cleft chin. "Was just about to sound reveille," he said, looking at me with a smirk as stood over the stove, spatula in hand. "Sleep well?" "Oh yeah," I said. "I think I haven't slept that well in months," I replied. I stepped over to the kitchen island where Sean had laid out plates, orange juice and some fruit. "Figured you could use a big breakfast," he said. "Scrambled eggs OK?" "Sounds great," I said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools. Sean reached for a mug out of the cabinet and poured some fresh coffee. He gave me a questioning look which I knew was a query for how I normally took mine. "Cream, no sugar," I said. And like that, the military man was pulling out some low-fat milk from the fridge. "This is the strongest stuff I have," he joked. "It'll do," I laughed. "Thanks." I then watched Sean fix and plate up the eggs and grits and a healthy portion of bacon. "You weren't kidding about a big breakfast," I laughed. Sean smiled as he slid onto the stool next to mine, ready to dig in. "You're not one of those no-breakfast people are you?" I shook my head. "I can eat," I assured him. "Just don't really cook for myself like this." I was in fact pretty hungry and ate readily, mostly silently. Sean was in the same mode, too. He had a lot of muscle and bulk to feed. It was on our second cup of coffee that we discussed our day. "I thought I'd show you around town and Fort Bragg. I'll need to hit the gym today... if you wanna tag along..." he offered. "That would be good." I'd have to keep up my strength training and conditioning in the off season, and a part of me worried it might be hard to keep up optimal training without a structured environment of a team or proper facilities. I told Sean some of my concerns. "Well, we'll be sure to really work you today," he winked. He scooted back his stool and patted my back. "Why don't you shower up while I clean up here?" "I can help," I objected. He shook his head. "I'm good, Hot Stuff... though maybe I'll join you in the shower in a minute." My dick liked that idea. My morning wood had long gone down but it was jerking firm in my shorts now. "That's kind of my favorite thing," I admitted. "Though it's hard to pick a favorite, actually." His hand reached up to caress the back of my neck. Sean was gonna give me a full boner now. "You're such the horndog next door, Jim," the Soldier laughed. "I love it." The shower in Sean's master bath was not a tub but an actual shower - glass panels, doors and all. I took my time getting ready to shower, since I hoped Sean would join me. Indeed, about a minute after I turned on the water and felt the temperature adjust, Sean stepped in to join me, naked with just his dogtags and very much erect. He had a smirk, stepping up behind me, his round plated chest pressing up against my back under the hot spray as he took the soap from my hand. I felt his cock press against the crack of my ass while he lathered up his hands and then my body. He reached around my torso and worked the suds around my chest and abs, subtly grinding his solid cock against my round, muscled ass. I loved the body contact, and I gripped his thick forearms, not to stop him but to feel him work his hands up and down my body. The wet soapy touch turned me on, particularly when Sean gently kissed my neck. It was a simple, sensual act and fed my own rapidly hardening dong. "You've definitely put on some muscle over the last year," he said with a low grunt. He gave me my pec a good feel with his wide hand. I pulled back from him, turning and facing him, letting the hot spray hit my back as I spread my legs a little, appreciating showing off my body for him. He was such a stud - tall and really built, a brick shit house, really - so his words carried even more weight with me. I let him feel me up, then I took the soap back from him. It was my turn to lather my hands up. As I ran my sudsy hands over his powerful muscles, I loved how solid he felt. Maybe not as taut as my younger muscle but every bit as hard and brawny. My fingers ran over his pectoral muscle with the matted wet hairs and over his nipples, which firmed up under my touch. Our rock-hard cocks battled some, rubbing against each other in their soapy wetness. Sean reached out and pulled my body into his, so our cocks slid together. With my hands still on his chest, his mouth sought out mine and our lips connected. It wasn't a romantic kiss, but it wasn't a hard charging one either. Our lip lock was sexual, possessive, and tongue heavy. I loved how the slight roughness of his extra morning scruff felt against my chin and the almost chapped roughness of his lips. Sean's thick tongue plowed between my lips and rooted inside my mouth before retreating and sucking mine into his in return. His hands grew more urgent in their grip on my sides and hips, running their way over my sudsed ass globes, his fingers dipping into my cleft to brush against my still-bruised hole. He had a big grin on his handsome face when he pulled back from the kiss. He leaned forward in order to reach further into my crevice and root around. I thought maybe he was just soaping and cleaning me up, but his index and middle finger found my tight pucker. Sean started massaging my ring. "Think you're up for giving your ass up again?" he pleaded. "I need a break, Sean," I said. He'd gone at me hard the day before, and I still felt a little tender down there now. He nodded, pulling his fingers from my deep crack. If he was disappointed, he didn't show it. I almost relented and turned around for the man, but I knew I wouldn't really enjoy it and needed more recovery time. Instead, I reached down with my left hand, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft and gently began to stroke his boner. I loved how it felt meaty and full without seeming overly big. He wasn't quite as hung as Dad's monstrous size, but Sean's beautiful prick was definitely big and was the kind of dick that looked bigger up close, and in my hand. I looked down to watch my hand slide over his shaft, and Sean watched too, my fingers catching on the flared crown as I slow-stroked that heavy rod, getting even firmer in its jerks in my fist. Sean seemed to be always horny, but the morning was a prime time for him, I knew. I finally pulled my hand free and let the water wash away the soap. I tugged him, pulling him under the spray so that the hot water now pelted his back. Then I crouched in front of him. "God yeah, Jimmy," Sean hissed. He looked down at me in my squat position as I took his 7-inch cock in my hand, holding his stare as I brought my lips to the side of his girthy shaft. He gave out a few grunts as I began licking down his dick, but mostly I heard the sound of the running shower and the splashing water hitting his back. I was learning that Sean responded differently to different approaches with head, and I enjoyed working him slowly at first, only taking a few inches and using more tongue stimulation. I don't know why I took this so seriously, but after my buddy Holt's BJ lessons, I felt a pride and satisfaction that I'd gotten good at this, at least good enough to surpass Sean's quickly growing estimation of my skills. His fingers now worked through the wet blond hair on my head, gently pressing me to take more of him. And I would, after I suckled on the head, letting my tongue pet the underside while I fisted his shaft in my left hand. I kept my focus on the first few inches at first and enjoyed that feeling of his hands on my head and his fingers working into my scalp through my wet hair. After a minute of that, I rewarded him. I let the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth, my jaw widening to accommodate this girth, then having my throat begin swallowing the tip. I looked up momentarily, watching Sean's enthralled expression and feeling his hands gripping my hair. Excitedly, he watched his cock slide deeper between my stretched lips. "God yes," he hissed. I focused my attention back forward on his groin so I could get the angle right. Then I swallowed more. I didn't stop, either. I gripped Sean by the balls, pulling the man closer by his heavy sac until I had descended all the way down to his wet pubes. Sean let out a final grunt, flexing his cock in my snug throat. The combination of the deepthroat and the water running over my face had me coughing, then choking. Not a gag, but a water-down-the-windpipe reaction. I pushed Sean's thighs and pulled all the way off instantly as I coughed more, like a swimmer coming up from being overcome by an ocean wave. "You OK?" Sean asked, concerned. I caught my breath by not trying to breathe in too much. Wiping my face a couple times, I pulled back and raised my head some, wiping the excess water out of my hair. A buzzcut like Sean's would come in handy then. "Yeah," I finally responded, opening my eyes to look up at him. "Sorry about that." He shot me a sexy smile. Reaching over to shut off the water, he put his hand back on me, but on my shoulder instead, caressing my wet muscle. "You were doing great, Big Guy." It was the perfect combination of reassuring and horny. Sean's dick still bobbed in excitement, wet from my spit and the shower spray. He didn't say it, but I knew he wanted me to try again. I nodded and scooted back forward on my haunches. The position was awkward. The tile was too hard for me to kneel comfortably on, and since I wasn't a catcher, keeping a squatting position wasn't something I was in the practice of doing. But I loved the excitement of shower sex and I loved the contrast between Sean's damp cool skin along his knotted thighs and the heat emanating from his cock. I let my cheek nudge against that hard prick for a second then returned to take it between my lips. It felt even firmer now when it speared past my lips and along my tongue. I'd gotten used to a lot about sucking a man's dick, but I was increasingly aware that I just enjoyed the full feeling inside my mouth. "That's it, Jim... Suck Daddy's cock." His voice was less quiet now, and his hands went back to caressing my head. We'd talked yesterday about the D word and now Sean was deploying it, so soon. My heart pounded in excitement. I'd had a couple of fuck buddies who'd indulged this before, and I was enjoying it as much now, if not more. I went all the way down on Sean's length until his girth was lodged in my gullet and my lips kissed his balls and pubes. "Fuck yeah!" the Soldier growled. I held it a second, my gullet straining to keep the resisting instinct from even starting to kick in. Then I pulled back, not fast, not slow, but all the way off. I'm sure Sean could feel my throat muscles tug at his sensitive head, pulling on its retreat. I heard a deep sexual sigh in my ears before Sean's cock fell from my lips. I sucked in some fresh air and held the base of his prick in position, keeping it close to my lips. "Another go?" I heard his deep above me voice ask. Almost pleading. "That was so fucking hot." I nodded, wetted my lips and took Sean's hips in my hands, pulling him forward. Once again, I was swallowing him. This descent was more gradual, with the benefit that my throat was now more relaxed, out of the danger zone for the gag reflex. I got closer to his balls, then nudged even further somehow against his crotch, his Army sword buried way deep down my craw. I was steady, almost Zen-like, as I held myself in that position. Maybe showing off for Sean some, too. I could sense his excitement, in his quivering quad muscle and in his voice, and the throbbing of his prick buried in my craw. "Hell fucking yes.... Jimmy's a Daddy's boy all right," the man growled. After a second of me swallowing his sword, his quads began to quake as I began contracting my throat around his shaft. It was a taunt as much as a compliment, I guess, but the words hit some place deep in me. I'd done this to my father. Well, not exactly this approach to deep throating, but a kind of complete oral servicing. I'd done it for other older men, too. I was glad now that Sean was open in encouraging me in the way I was wired. It was time to pull back, but I didn't come all the way off. I kept the tip in my mouth and ran my tongue around the head. Then I went back for a few shallow bobs to work the head of his prick more. I felt Sean's fingers back in my hair. Gently stroking, then more insistent. I went with his gesture, letting him push me down onto more of his prick. My left held the base of his dick now, maybe as a safety guard for choking again, while my right hand massaged his wet ball sac, feeling smoother with the dampness. His testicles were drawing up, and I had a feeling it wouldn't take him long to get off now. So as I descended down onto a good four to five inches of hard Army cock, I went into Bulldozer mode. It was a thrill to think that for Sean, he'd probably associate this technique as a "McGrath" move. Either way, I worked him with vigorous mouth strokes that had the flared corona of his cock riding the snugness of my throat, back and forth, while I massaged his balls and the base of his stalk. "Holy fuck!" he gasped, his finger grip growing tighter in my hair. Then a few seconds later.... "I'm gonna fucking cum!" I rode him with perfect timing, not relenting at all, just letting my mouth and sucking and my tight throat, give him that pleasure. He gave it up for me, big time, a hard, heavy load that pulsed through his tube and right into my esophagus. I gulped it readily. I even let him ride out the aftershocks with softer sucking as I pulled back some. I could taste a bit of saltiness from the cum clinging to his prick as he slipped out of my throat and along my tongue. But I was really horned up from the act of blowing Sean and when I finally pulled off. His dick had barely fallen from my lips as it dripped when I looked up at the man. "Suck me?" I asked in horny urgency, leaning back and pushing off on my quads to get into a standing, upright position again. My dick was incredibly hard then and dripping onto the shower floor. Sean nodded but took a second to recover. He leaned in for a soft kiss, then pulled back with a determined look on his face. We were switching positions, and I think Sean knew I liked seeing him on his knees. If the hard shower floor was bugging him, he didn't let on. Instead, he gripped the base of my fat 8-inch stalk, with that same defensiveness I'd used holding his, he leaned forward. Objectively, I knew Sean Carter wasn't as skilled at sucking dick as me. He didn't hold back or back off from his reciprocation or anything. But the gruff Soldier wouldn't make my top five men on technique alone. Yet the rush of seeing his big, tall, muscular body servicing me made up for any shortcomings. My heart pounded and my dick throbbed as I watched him bob up and down on me, almost too quick and frantic on my dick, and definitely not venturing past three inches given my girth. I wrapped my fingers around his thick neck and along the ballcain of his dogtags. And I focused on his ruggedly handsome face, dark eyes, and that sexy stubble. "Yeah," I growled. My balls were tightening up fast against my stalk, and this time the pre-orgasmic pleasure was accompanied by a slight tingling sensation running up my legs. "I'm cumming, Sean," I added. A few more frantic bobs and I was blasting, hard, as hard as Sean just did. I held tighter to his neck while Sean sucked down each blast. I'd gotten head from him before, but now I was surprised to feel my orgasm stretch out for longer in his mouth, feeling the tongue and the soft wet sensations continue to milk me dry. I finally had to pull him off, and I loved that. For a take-charge man, Sean didn't seem like the kind of man to do more than his basic duty in reciprocating head, so I had a thrill that maybe he enjoyed this, too. He stood up, wiped his mouth, and gave my cock another tug with his hand. "God, you got a fat tool," he observed, almost to himself. Just as quickly, he let go and reached over to turn on the shower again so we could get a quick rinse off. He stepped out to towel off first, but I turned off the water and took the fluffy towel he'd offered. His mood was more normal now that he'd gotten his rocks off, but I was still enjoying the sexual afterglow and taking in the sight of his nakedness. As he ran his towel along the back side of his flank, I took in the details of his tattoo. I'd noticed it before, of course, but with the bright light in his bathroom, I could make out the black and gray shaded ink that decorated his entire upper left arm, even the underside: an American flag in the background, eagle's wings, stars, Roman numerals, and the silhouettes of men in action and maybe some other Army emblems. "When did you get your tattoo?" I asked. Sean looked down at his bicep. "Hmm... I was older than you at the time... 26, I think..." Sean said, turning and giving a quick flex of his big arm. "1991. Desert Storm. I had just been promoted to Staff Sergeant, and made platoon sergeant." Sean's dark eyes looked pensive as I could tell he was reaching back into his memories. "After that first big operation, it was a right of passage with me and all boys. When we finally got back to Bragg, we got drunk, got laid... and we all got tattoos." He pawed at the inked muscle then looked back up at me, prompting me to look back up at him. "Guess it's a change from the commissioned officer look?" he asked, referring to my father and the Navy environment I grew up with. I didn't know if Sean was teasing me for being a Navy brat, or bonding with me. But I replied honestly. "A little, yeah. It looks good on you, though," I said. Sean winked. "Thanks, hot stuff. Whaddya say we get dressed and get in a workout before lunch?" I agreed and followed him naked back to the bedroom, making my way to my bag to root around for some workout gear to put on. In the back of my mind, I was curious about what "getting laid" meant for Sean at 26, but he'd set down that no sexual history rule for the weekend, and I was going to stick to it. *** Sean drove me around a little, telling me that the road we were on, "All American," was named after his infantry regiment, the 82nd. I'd only ever been to the Naval bases with Dad growing up, so Fort Bragg was going to be my first Army base. At the gate onto base, the young infantryman gate guard in a maroon beret immediately addressed Sean by his rank. "Command Sergeant Major," he said with a sharp disciplined voice as he let us through. I immediately noticed the sign on the side of the road, "Fort Bragg: Home of the Airborne and Special Operations Forces," as we drove by. "Welcome to Bragg, Hot Stuff," Sean said as he made a few turns. There were some large hotel-sized buildings that had to be Soldier barracks, and some Humvees passed as we drove on toward one of the base gyms. I could only imagine Sean in his PT uniform, but his workout attire showed off his body well. Especially those thick and knotted legs. Black silk-style running shorts spelled RANGER over one leg opening and otherwise were pretty short, revealing most of Sean's hairy tree-trunk thighs. They were the kind of short shorts I could see my teammates and buddies making fun of, but Sean had the confidence and build to pull them off. Like Dad on the naval bases, Sean also had designated parking up front, in one of the spots for sergeants major. I was used to college athletic facilities, including in my minors assignments, and this gym on Fort Bragg was even more functional. It looked dated and plain, yet on the inside it was well maintained. Sean flashed a card as the Soldiers behind the desk immediately shot to parade rest, addressing Sean by his rank before he told them "At ease," and signed me in as his guest. I followed Sean into the weight room, all free weights with a smattering of machines. Sean led us to an open bench press and began adding plates. "Let's warm up first, Jim, and you can tell me what your nomal workout is," he said. I'd considered this workout to be a bonus one, since I'd been intending to take a break this weekend. So I followed along with Sean and matched his plan for a chest day. I was pretty much in top shape and knew my way around the weight room, but I was younger and didn't have all the muscle Sean did. So I had to take on a lower weight and do my best. Sean was all serious, not his normal chatty, joking self. I asked him at one point if I was holding him back from the workout he wanted, but he just racked a higher weight on the bar and said, "Nope, not at all." I didn't question him any more and just tried to get some of his gym focus. I think having Sean there did make me feel a little less out of place. I was the only non-military guy there, clearly with longer hair and a civilian look in my baseball shorts. And, I dunno, there was a certain testosterone energy to the place. I mean, Navy guys were serious about working out and it wasn't like I'd never been in military spaces before, but Ft. Bragg seemed to have a high quotient of meat heads. Lots of grunting, lots of weight dropping. I was feeling pretty beat when we were done, and I knew I'd be sore later. But we had a nice lazy afternoon. Lunch, then hanging out in Sean's living room watching NFL games. We talked some but mostly I just enjoyed the chance to have this regular weekend time with Sean and not have to be talking. I think Sean felt the same way. At one point I did look over at him. My sex drive was coming back, and I wondered if I should ask him for sex. It felt like an incredible thing to be with a guy and spend time and be able to sleep with him when we got horny. Maybe that new freedom was on my mind. "What?" Sean asked as he caught me looking at him. "Nothing," I stammered. He smirked. "It'll be hotter if we wait, Jim," he said point blank. I was still getting used to Sean's bluntness. I laughed, though, at how easily he caught me out. "Yeah, probably." *** Our dinner date that night wasn't formal, but in every way, it was a perfect first date. The place was a casual, burgers and steak kinda joint with tons of beer on tap. It surprisingly wasn't odd for Sean and me to be having dinner alone. Being in an Army town, I quickly noticed that a lot of Soldiers were out in pairs or in groups, letting me and Sean blend in easily as we sipped our beers and ate. The conversation flowed naturally between us. I asked a million questions about Sean's military career, his unit, what was involved with his rank. He'd told me before he was Airborne, but I was now learning about the storied history of the 82nd Infantry Division. "When did you join the Army?" I finally asked. "18," he replied. "For all the wrong reasons, but it was the best decision of my life." I was intrigued. "What were the wrong reasons?" "To piss off my Dad. And to prove that I was a real man." He had a joking look on his face. "The first part worked. My old man was not happy when I came home from the recruiter's." "He didn't want you to join?" "He wanted me to go to college. But mostly he didn't like that I'd made the decision without his input." I felt like I was intruding into something very personal with Sean. "Sorry to bring it up." "Don't be sorry. I'm not proud of the way I acted at 18, but I don't worry about the past. I would have been less of a shit about it, but I still would have enlisted." "To prove you were a man?" I wondered about the second part of what Sean had said. He smiled but spoke quietly. "Man, I was SO messed up about the gay thing. I played football in high school but was freaked out by my attraction to my teammates. I thought the Army would straighten me out." "It didn't?" I half joked. "Maybe till I was 21, then I had my first experience with a fellow battle buddy in the barracks and decided I wanted a hell of a lot more of that," he chuckled. "I've learned to be careful but manage to live my life a happy and satisfied man." "I need to learn that balance," I said. "It gets hard hiding part of myself, particularly during the season." "I get that," Sean added. "But you need to do what you gotta do, Jim. It sucks that's the way it is, but you know that. Or if pro baseball's not worth all that, don't beat yourself up over leaving that either." "You think I should leave it?" My heart broke at the idea, but I'd grown to value Sean's advice. He shook his head. "I think you should do what makes you on the balance happy. I'd never judge you for what that is." His answer gave me some relief. "I want to play ball," I said. "I do." *** We left the restaurant a little after 8 p.m. It was Sunday night, Sean had early PT at 5 a.m. the next morning, and I had to be heading back to Norfolk to settle in before starting my job. Since Sean and I hadn't had sex that afternoon, I was starting to feel horny. Looking at him, hearing his stories about being in the field and living in the barracks, all the implied details of what went on between horny young Soldiers. Sean was hot, and I wanted to do him bad. It had been weighing on my mind more, the idea of turning the tables, of fucking him, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. So when we got back to his place, he set down his keys and wallet on the entryway table and I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "I want to fuck you, Sean," I growled, kissing the spot between his shoulder blades. He stopped and stood rigid. "Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head as he turned his head to look back at me. "I don't bottom." I thought maybe I could sweet talk him. I caressed his built torso and pressed affectionately against him. "Never?" I asked him as I pressed my lips to the back of his neck Sean turned around, a serious expression on his face and exasperation in his voice. "Damnit, Jim, I thought we established this from the start. I do the fucking." I stepped back. "We didn't establish anything." "I'm crazy about you Big Guy, but you're not fucking me. Sorry." I was starting to see Sean as the type to usually get his way. I could read surprise in Sean's face, and that pissed me off a little. I was a little mad and hurt, on top of the horniness. Most of all, I I felt crushed. Our first fight, so soon. I didn't want to back down and I knew Sean well enough to know he sure as hell wasn't going to either. I could tell he was upset, too, which made it all worse. "Maybe I should drive to Norfolk tonight," I said. Probably in a pissy tone, but I didn't relish staying here at Sean's if we were mad at each other. "You're not going back tonight, Jim," he sighed. "I'll sleep on the couch if you don't want to share the bed." "You don't need to do that," I answered, grumpily. We were quiet after that. We got ready for bed and Sean turned on the bedroom TV, the noise a buffer between us. What made it bad was how amazing his body looked, even half covered by the bedsheet. I was pissed at him, but I still wanted him. Finally he looked over at me next to him. "You still horny?" I nodded, keeping my eyes on the mindless TV. "How about a blowjob?" I heard. It was his peace offering of sorts, and though it didn't solve our impasse, I was glad to accept it. I peeled off the sheet and then my boxer briefs to reveal my erection. Sean blew me, and I took charge by being a little more forceful. Holding his head steady and fucking his mouth. I was keyed up and soon was coming, making him gulp and swallow my seed. He leaned up, a purposeful look on his rugged face, and crawled up to kneel in front of me. One hand held my head steady while the other jerked his rod inches from my face. A few strokes and his hot seed was spraying all over my face and neck. This was the first time having sex we didn't kiss afterward, but Sean handed me some Kleenex. After that we settled in for sleep. *** Sean let me sleep in after his alarm went off. I felt him shuffle and get out of bed, but I rolled over and dozed back off. It was still early when Sean woke me up, but it must have been a couple hours later. Sean was back from PT and was now ready to head into the command office for work. I wanted to be mad at him, but he stood at the bedside in his full uniform. It was my first time seeing him in his decorated Army Combat Uniform, and the way he filled it out was amazing, his rank on the center of his chest and maroon beret canted on his head. In contrast to the day before, his full dark beard was closely clean shaven, making him look less rugged and more classically handsome. "I gotta get going in a few minutes," he said. "The Command Sergeant Major can't be the last one in... You can stay and sleep in if you want." I rubbed my eyes and pushed off the bedsheet to sit upright. "No, I better head off this morning, too." I was still nude to his fully-dressed self, and I got off seeing the way his brown eyes swept over my naked body, taking me in as if getting one last drink of water before heading out into the desert heat. "How much time you have?" He looked at me. Hopeful eyes peering out beneath the fold of his maroon beret. "Five, ten minutes tops." My voice had its morning hoarseness still. "Want some head before work?" I asked. "I'd love that," he smiled, undoing his webbed belt and unbuttoning his camo uniform pants and pulling out that perfect rigid cock. I slithered onto my knees next to the bed, taking his shaft in hand and kissing the already drooling tip before I took him into my mouth. My tongue lapped at his leaking sap as I sucked his bone half way and worked my mouth up and down in a few strokes. Sean kept his hands on his hips, giving a soft growl. This was really hot, servicing him in his full uniform, being able to run my hands along the camo fabric and feel and smell it as I worked his tool. I paused, wanting more. Spitting his swollen prick out, I said, "If you want to fuck me instead, I'm cool with that." My own peace offering. Or maybe it was just my morning horniness speaking. He nodded, and I could sense an eager intensity. Like he'd been thinking of that all night and all morning. He reached down, and gripped me underneath my arms to pull me up onto my feet. Our kiss was heated and passionate, from all the emotional intensity of our argument. This is what make up sex is like, I realized, feeding off our energy. Especially when Sean leaned me back down on the mattress onto my back, hands gripping my calves to lift my legs. Sean fumbled in the bedside drawer, finally pulling out a tube of slick. A couple of quick squirts of lube on my hole and he was pushing inside me. There was a brief second where it felt like my hole was being forced open, but his uniform was a bigger turn on than even I expected. The penetration was fast, and I was taking it. The thickness of his cock stung again about four inches deep, yet just as quickly my view of Sean above me, ready for his day, made me really want this. Sean bottomed out, only to pull halfway out and thrust all the way back in. I was still getting used to the sting of Sean's abrupt penetration and then quick thrusts, but the uniform combined with my morning horniness had me enjoying this, fast. I braced my hands on his sheets to steady my body as Sean began grunting above me, his cock plowing through my deeper tightness. I looked into his penetrating dark eyes as he began thrusting harder, his face getting a look of steely sexual focus. The power and intensity of the fuck felt amazing, hotter than the porn I'd watched in my lonelier college days. I could hear his belt clanking, his fatigues and briefs sliding down off his hips as I could now feel his hairy groin slapping my cheeks with each forceful jab. This was going to be a quickie. Sean pounding hard and heavy into me, looking down on me, me getting off on the vision of him in his uniform, in full rut. "Come in me, sir," I urged. "Come in my hole." That made him fuck faster as his face hardened. He let go of my calves, letting me wrap my legs around his waist as he leaned over and pinned my arms down by my wrists next to my shoulders and kissed me. His thrusts grew more frantic as he lost a bit of his cadence. Then he grunted in orgasm between our kisses and I was getting the Soldier's morning jism shot deep and good inside me. He didn't stop fucking me but instead he angled up and pushed in and out gently, making sure his cock massaged my internal spot. He looked down on me in silent encouragement, hands caressing my thighs. My fist was coiled around my cock, and I was so close as I stroked myself to completion. I rode that edge just for a couple of seconds, looking up at him in full uniform, cock buried inside me. That image, even more than the feeling of his cock, had me firing hard. I arched my back as I felt my balls unload all over my chest and abs in long white ropes as my tunnel clamped down on Sean's still thrusting cock. He was grinning as he slowly extracted himself out of my clenching, seeded hole and stood back up, wiping off his still plump cock before tucking it back into his uniform pants. I'm not sure I liked the grin on his face, like he'd treated me like a conquest. But I had to admit, the fuck was insanely hot. And Sean seemed genuinely happy and back to his previous self. "I'll call you tonight, Big Guy," he said, giving me a playful knock on the cheek with his fist. "Be safe on the roads." "Yes, sir," I said, shaking out the kinks from my legs and standing up. I wasn't sure our fight was fully resolved, but I gladly accepted his quick, soft peck of a goodbye kiss. Sean gave me a wistful look then said. "Gotta go" And he was off.