Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2023 20:39:22 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 47

Naval Tradition
REVISED EDITION

Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
with Corporal Cody


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This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in
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inspiration for this version.

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PART SIX: BASEBALL DREAMS

Chapter Forty-Seven
Philadelphia, Fall 2006


I'd owe my coworker, Carolyn, a huge favor - in addition to the Christmas
Eve shift I was going to cover for her. She knew I wanted to go to the
Army-Navy game despite being scheduled to work. Maybe she thought it was
just Navy loyalty since Dad was a captain, or that I had some buddy I
wanted to join up with. But in Norfolk, attending the game was not unusual
in the least.

That Sunday after Thanksgiving, Carolyn asked me if I would be interested
in trading shifts that next weekend. That would mean Saturday and Sunday
off. I could probably drive up to meet Sean after my Friday shift. It would
be a late night, but I had a feeling Sean and his buddies would be partying
some that night anyway at one of the many bars downtown.

I texted Sean once I got the chance. "Invitation to Philly still stand?" I
typed. "I think I can swing Saturday and Sunday off."

My phone buzzed a few seconds later with a reply.

"Absolutely," he wrote. "I still have that spare ticket, too"

I arranged things at work. And that evening, back at the house over dinner,
I told Dad, who I knew had plans to attend this year's game with Jack and
his normal group of officer buddies.

He grinned. "Hopefully I'll see you there," he said. Then, reading my face
as I sat next to him at the dinner table, added, "But if you and Sean want
your space, Slugger, I get it."

"We'll see, Dad," I said. I was glad Dad wanted to meet Sean, but I wasn't
sure Sean was ready for that.

Still, I was excited all week, and Sean and I texted and called more than
usual. I missed seeing Sean and this felt like a bonus trip. And even more
of a bonus came Friday afternoon at work, when the store manager came over
and told me things were slow enough that I could take off early, if I
wanted. Of course I said yes.

I texted Sean and told him I wouldn't be too late getting to Philly after
all. I also called Dad to tell him I was getting on the road. He was still
on base and wouldn't be leaving until later that evening. He wished me a
safe drive, again suggesting that he might get to see me. By 2:30 I'd hit
the road.

It was a long drive, and it took me a while to find parking. Once I got out
and made my way to Sean's last location, though, I enjoyed the energy of
the city. It had been an unseasonably warm December day, and even around 8
p.m. the night air was mild enough for me to walk around in just a plain
hoodie and jeans. I knew Sean and his buddies probably would have eaten by
now, so I found a place for a quick burger, then found my way to the bar
where Sean texted they'd be. I wasn't familiar with the city, but I asked
someone for directions and pretty soon was walking into a packed pub kind
of place that was raucous with the military crowd. I was surrounded by men
in buzzcuts as I maneuvered my way into the bar, brushing and being brushed
up against one male military body after another.

It was a different vibe than the places Dad had taken me, the ones popular
with the military officers and ex-officers. This crowd was younger and
louder, but everyone seemed to be in a great drinking mood. As I neared the
back of the pub, Sean spotted me just as I noticed his tall frame sticking
out. His crewcut, high `n tight was instantly familiar despite the fact
that everyone in the room had just about the same buzz. Sean was wearing
just a black T-shirt, emblazoned with "ARMY" over one pec and a subdued
American flag on his sleeve. It looked snug across his sculpted chest and
shoulders, and around his thick biceps. He gave a quick wave and I was
making my way through the crowd and across the bar.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw his crooked smile. He was happy to see
me, too. Despite being surrounded by military men, Sean was hands down the
most handsome man here.

"Heya Jim," Sean said with a huge grin as he gave me a buddy pat on the
back. I wanted to kiss him something bad, but we were both aware of our
surroundings.

Sean was with five other guys, clearly military and around Sean's age,
standing and leaning against a tight space at the bar. There were only
three stools, but Sean quickly offered me his seat as I took off my
hoodie. Sean smirked at me, and I'd like to think it was because the way my
own athletic body was more on display in my own short sleeve T-shirt.

"This here is Jim," Sean said, his grin big and wide as I took off my ball
cap and fixed my probably messy blond hair. I felt his large hand on my
shoulder, and I had an inclination Sean had mentioned me before to the
other guys.

Sean's introductions were too quick for me to remember everyone, but as
Sean went to get a round of beers, I began talking to the guys.

Kevin and Joe I'd heard Sean talk about a lot. They were his best friends -
both Army, though Joe was a commissioned officer, a Major in his late
30s. Kevin was closer to Sean's age and also a higher-ranking,
non-commissioned officer, a First Sergeant, in a different infantry
division, not the 82nd. Our conversation as we made small talk was normal,
but I knew from Sean that Joe and Kevin were a couple. They were a cute
couple too, physically and in their personalities. Joe was the earnest one
of the two, Kevin the outgoing funny one with a brasher sense of humor that
seemed to match Sean's.

At that moment, I wished Sean and I had been able to have sex before going
out, because my libido was spiking from not having gotten off. I mean, the
guys weren't quite in Sean's league, but they were older military men who
still pushed my buttons - Major Joe more cute-handsome, and First Sergeant
Kevin more thickly muscled on his shorter height. The other guys, too, were
appealingly handsome in their casual Army-logo attire and their buzz
haircuts.

"You already forgotten their names?" Kevin asked in my ear, making himself
heard over the crowd and music.

"Afraid so," I admitted.

I knew how to act around officers, but I was trying to figure out how to
interact with these NCOs. They were older, experienced military men, but
they were gruffer than Dad's officer buddies.

Kevin patted my shoulder in a friendly way. "Left to right... Sergeant
Major Mike, Master Sergeant Mike, and Major Garrett. Middle Mike we call
Novak half the time. They're all straight but cool guys," he explained,
just above a whisper.

I nodded. It was great to finally meet Sean's buddies, but also to be
included in their brotherhood, knowing I could relax and not worry about
anything, even if they had more than a hint that Sean and I were together.

I asked Kevin how he knew Sean, and he said they met at their first duty
station in their early 20s. They went to Basic Leadership Course
together. And as fresh Sergeants, they even deployed to Desert Storm
together.

"What are you telling Jim about me?" Sean growled to Kevin with a cheeky
grin as he came back with a fresh round for the guys and a bottle in hand
for me.

Kevin smirked. "Just some friendly advice," he said cagily. "Mostly about
rooting for Army tomorrow."

I took the beer from Sean, and he laughed and clapped his hand on my
shoulder for a second. Affectionate but not overly so. I could see that
Kevin and Joe could read between the lines at the way Sean had been subtly
touching me so far. "He's right, big guy. Them's the rules." Sean said.

"What?" Joe asked, not following.

"Jim's here's a Navy brat," Sean explained. "Son of a bigshot Navy
Captain."

I blushed a little. Not only was Sean teasing me, I was already self
conscious about being the only younger guy in the group, and the only
civilian, too. Thankfully one of the Mikes had joined in on our
conversation.

"Don't let them razz you," he said. "Those fuckers each can yell loud
enough for two tomorrow."

It was a fun time over the next couple hours. The guys were already buzzed
and I caught up with them as Sean brought me a pint and a shot. Besides
Kevin and Joe, I talked most with Garrett, who I found out was an officer
buddy of Joe's. He'd played baseball at West Point, so we had a lot to talk
about. He was a good 15 years older than me but he'd known guys who'd gone
into the minors, and we talked about teams. And it was also cool to hear
more about Army life. Garrett was stationed at Fort Campbell, the commander
of a company. He'd been stationed with Joe in the same battalion years
before and this was kind of a reunion for them. It was a lot like Dad with
a couple of his officer buddies.

Sean was in the middle of conversation with Novak as we would occasionally
catch each other's stare. He'd curl his lips and slyly wink at me. I'd
laugh and blush a little before both of us returned to our conversations.

Eventually, Kevin and Joe were calling it a night, and the Mikes and
Garrett were planning their next bar.

"Bro, hopefully one with some eye candy," Novak chimed in. Indeed, the bar
was filled mostly with military guys.

Sean meanwhile leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Wanna head back to the
room, Hot Stuff?" he growled.

Looking up at him, I nodded like an eager puppy. "Yeah," I replied.

I'd been worried sex wouldn't be in the cards that night, but I got the
feeling from Sean's tone and eye contact that he had something on his mind,
too. So we said goodnight to the guys. There was a knowing look in Kevin's
eyes as he said goodnight to Sean. I think he knew what Sean and I were
about to do. I said goodnight one more time to all the guys and followed
Sean out the door.

The night was still warm, and I carried my hoodie in my hand as we made our
way down the still busy city blocks. It was nice to walk outside in just a
short-sleeve shirt and jeans. We made a detour to my car to get my bag,
then made our way to Sean's hotel.

Sean had put on his Army fleece, well-fit on his military build and looking
more tactical with zippers and pockets on the chest and sleeves. He was in
a great mood. "Novak can be a bit much sometimes," he said. "But he's a
good guy."

I hadn't noticed anything about Mike Novak, or any of the others. "He was
fine," I said. "It was great to meet your friends."

Sean looked over. "I may have been talking you up to Kevin and Joe some,"
he said with a smirk. "You know, bragging a little bit."

I laughed. "Yeah?" I was flattered by my boyfriend's behavior.

The Soldier nodded. "You're sex on a stick, kiddo. It's fun to show you off
a little... hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. Having this hunk flatter me wouldn't get old, I
decided. "Not at all."

His voice dropped to a quieter register as we got closer to the
hotel. "So... I made a promise that fucking is off the table... I don't
know why I agreed to two times, Jim."

I hadn't forgotten about that promise. Part of me craved a Sean Carter
fuck, but mostly I wanted to explore other things. If this was our
compromise for not being able to top Sean, I wanted to take advantage of
it. "But you did, Chief," I smiled. "Come on... it'll be hot."

"What do you have in mind?" he asked.

"You'll see," I said.

Inside the room, I tossed my overnight bag and hoodie next to Sean's Army
duffle. We didn't fiddle with the lights, but the lamp was still on and I
could enjoy the vision of Sean's body as he slowly peeled his fleece off
and tossed it aside. This was a nicer hotel than the one where Sean and I
hooked up the previous year. But I didn't care either way. I just enjoyed
seeing Sean and being with him now.

He stepped up to me, and his fingers grazed my arms through my shirt then
down my sides.

I took off my cap, my hair probably still messy, tossing in on the bed as I
wrapped my hands around both his wide back and thick neck. Sean growled
softly as he tilted his parting lips towards mine. I felt his hot breath
and sharp scruff on my lips a second before he slowly plunged his thick
tongue into my waiting mouth. I moaned into his kiss, my hand around his
neck taking a fist-full of his shirt collar, my fingers also gripping the
ball chain of his dogtags.

In turn, Sean's hands clutched my waist, holding me tight as he took slow
control of our kiss, sensually sucking at my lips and feeding me his
tongue. I could taste the beer on him, as I'm sure he could mine.

"So good to see you, Jimmy," he hissed quietly as he finally pulled back
for a good look at me. "You look fucking amazing."

"You, too, Chief," I hissed. My hand moved from his thick neck down to his
plated pecs. "I missed you," I confessed, hoping that wasn't too clingy a
thing to say, but it was the truth.

"Missed ya too, kiddo," the man said in full sincerity as he touched his
forehead to mine. I could tell from his voice, he wasn't just humoring me
or telling me what I wanted to hear. "I know we gotta lot to talk about
this weekend," he said, referencing the kind of relationship stuff we'd
been discussing over the phone. "...but how 'bout we just have some fun
tonight?"

I ran my hands under the hem of his Army T-shirt and enjoyed the feel of
soft hair along his firm belly. "Sound great to me, Chief," I said, using
my pet name for him. Sean had once reminded me that it was the Navy term
for his Army rank, but in my mind he was just "Chief."

Sean laughed a bit while my hands fumbled for the button of his jeans
before opening them and reaching in to grope that thick 7-inch cock. I felt
it up for a second to feel the heat and the dewy precum Sean was leaking,
my first indication the guy was pretty worked up, like he'd been saving his
load for this weekend.

I let go and pulled back to kick off my shoes and undo my own jeans. We
started a slow strip tease, then got impatient, peeling off the rest of our
clothes. I knew I was harder than normal, since it had been a couple of
days since I'd stroked off. I'd wanted to save everything up for sex with
Sean, though now I wondered if that was a good idea. I didn't want to cum
too quickly now that we were gonna do it.

The leg of Sean's jeans caught on his foot but he wiggled them off and soon
was as naked as me. His beautiful cock was rock hard, sticking out at a
good angle from his full crotch. He looked fighting fit, and covered in
fine dark hairs. But he also had the look of a man his age, with his more
mature body and denser build.

"God, Jimmy... you look so fuckable," he growled as his tags softly jingled
between his pecs.

I stepped up to him, placing my hands on his chest, and feeling the soft
hairs on my palms and between my fingers. I wanted a kiss and a chance to
feel that full body contact now that we were naked.

Sean was feeling the same, and his lips pressed against mine while our
cocks clashed like cavalry swords. Sean felt up my arms until one of his
hands was once again cupping my face, holding me still as he kissed me
slowly. I was Sean's soft approach, and it made me rock hard. The man's
other hand slid down my back, following the curve of my spine until he had
one of my full round buns in his grasp. His fingers then dug into my cleft
enough for me to know what he was angling for.

I pulled back.

"I know you want in me, Sean," I said. "But let me run the show tonight,
OK?"

He nodded with an amused smile. "All right, stud," he conceded, releasing
his hold on my body.

I nodded toward the bed. "Why don't you lie down?" I asked.

"Uh oh," Sean laughed.

"What?" I laughed back.

I watched as the 6-foot-5 Soldier shrugged and then crawled and shimmed to
lie on the bed, face up, head in the pillows, letting his legs spread out
as he invitingly gripped his cock with a slow stroke. With one arm behind
his head, his tattooed bicep flexed like a softball as he looked at me,
awaiting to hear what I had in mind.

I patted the end of the bed. "Scoot down a little."

"This better..." he started to grouse, but I interrupted him.

"Come on, Chief!"

I watched him scoot closer, his feet just about to hang off the edge before
I climbed onto the bed next to him. I positioned my body in the opposite
direction. I'd done this with Dad, back in Mexico, but hadn't tried it
since. Sean knew immediately that I was going for a 69. His rough hands
reached around my thighs, and his chest bumped against my abs. He was
already leaning in toward my cock.

My own hands wrapped around his thick hairy quads, and I angled my face
down into his hairy crotch. I licked him first, but barely. I lapped up the
length of his dick, licking up his veined shaft and feeling it pulse
against my tongue. Just then I felt Sean's tongue on me, tasting my fat
cock and exploring it. It felt amazing, and different, to have him lick me
without my watching. I enjoyed the novel sensation and then channeled my
excitement back to his prick.

I moved my mouth to the tip and tasted Sean's salty sap dripping from the
head. I missed the feel and girth of him, and his flavor, but I was getting
him now, that hard bone pressing further past my lips and over my
tongue. Sean fisted my thickness as he kissed and lapped at my own leaking
cockhead. I swallowed more of his cock as I felt him beginning to swallow
mine. As I began sucking on his cock, I felt Sean match my motions. We
worked each other with mutual blowjobs, and I loved the parity of the
act. This wasn't Sean being boss, this was us getting each other off.

Only the angle wasn't perfect. Whereas Dad and I had fit together like
puzzle pieces, Sean's torso was longer and it got tough to get both a
rhythm and a deep oral penetration.

After a minute I backed off, letting his solid cock slip from my lips. I
started licking his nuts, bathing the heavy, hairy sac in my spit before
traveling further between his legs. Sean picked up on what I was aiming for
and spread his thighs for me. My tongue snaked down the furry path of his
taint, then I made my way between his furry muscled globes.

Sean moaned as I did, then moaned louder as I began rimming his hole,
spreading his legs even more to get me better access. My hands now wrapped
around his thighs, fingers pulling at his hard buns as my tongue lapped at
his tightly-sealed pucker.

"Fuck," I heard him groan as he backed off, pulling his mouth from my cock
with a wet smack as I felt it drip against my abs and onto his
chest. Sean's hands were skilled and quick at maneuvering my groin and
thighs. My tongue kept flicking at his pucker as Sean now had my thighs
spread, one knee raised as I felt Sean's tongue slither between and down my
exposed cleft towards my waiting and pulsing jockhole. I moaned, feeling
his scruff rake against my sensitive skin before his lips kissed my ring.

This was incredibly hot. My tongue lapping at Sean's ass while he ate me
out with his soft tongue and hard stubble. It turns out that a rim 69 was
the position that really worked for me and Sean, and the intensity of the
oral-anal contact fueled both of us. Our muscled bodies writhed against
each other in this locked position. Getting deeper into it. It was harder
to concentrate with Sean French kissing my hole with increasing excitement,
sucking on my ass lips and pushing his tongue in deeper.

I pulled back and licked the rim of Sean's ring before munching more
fervently. His tongue was wide and strong as it prodded in and out of my
own hole, and I felt like I could almost cum, except for the lack of
stimulation. Maybe Sean sensed that, or maybe he just wanted to switch
things up. He pulled off, giving my hole a softer kiss, then I felt the
drag of his wet mouth and hot breath against my genitals until the man was
blowing me again.

His mouth strained to take my thickness as he bobbed on the first few
inches, but that was enough. I held onto his thighs and sucked at his ass
and felt his mouth bring me off very quickly, the head of my cock riding
the roof of his mouth as sucked me on each outstroke. My balls cinched as I
felt the cum being sucked out of me, until it exploded into Sean's sucking
mouth. The dutiful Soldier sucked me down as I grunted loudly into his ass
cheeks as I came. It was an incredible orgasm.

He'd barely pulled off when I knew I had to return the favor. I pulled back
and gently pushed his hips to a flatter position. I angled my lower body
away from him so I was closer to perpendicular to Sean in bed. I needed a
better position and I had it now - able to go full Bulldozer on him. No
foreplay, no gradual work up was necessary. Sean grinned down at me, lips
still wet as he folded his arms behind his head, watching as I took his
dick in my fist and began swallowing him in earnest. He knew what he was
getting as he growled, "Fuck yeah, Jimmy."

I milked that Army cock with full mouth strokes and the right amount of
suction. It didn't take long. I felt his cock begin to swell, thicker in my
fist and in my mouth as his furry muscles began to flex. Sean's hand
urgently latched onto the back of my head, pushing me down deep on his
cock, the pulsing head sliding into my quivering throat a second before he
let out a loud growl. "Holy FUCK!" he cried as I felt that big dick throb
in my throat and let his cum loose into me.

I swallowed gratefully until I felt his spurts subside, then pushed off his
hips, sliding that cock out of my throat to get some breathing room. Sean
relented his grip on my head, then let me nurse and bob a little for a
final victory lap of a job well done.

"Hot damn, Jim," he hissed when I finally pulled off. "You're so good at
that."

"Thanks for letting me run the show, Sean," I said as I crawled up to lie
next to the spent Army man. Sean was on his back and me on my side, my head
in my hand, propped up by my elbow.

"I guess you're discovering I have control issues," he said. Serious but
also self-deprecating in a light hearted way.

"A little, yeah," I admitted.

He sighed. "Well, absolutely no complaints about THAT," he said. "We should
69 more."

"Oh yeah," I said. I felt my dick soften some, though it was harder than I
expected after such a heavy release. I probably could have gone for a
second round if it weren't so late. I patted his meaty thigh. "Thanks for
having me up, Chief."

He looked at me, his hard brown eyes brighter in the lamp light. "It sure
is better than phone sex, huh?" he asked rhetorically as he relaxed back
into the bed.

I laughed. "Oh yeah."

"All right, Jimmy. What do you say we get some sleep?"

The day was catching up with me for sure. Still naked, I went into the
bathroom after Sean was done and pissed, then rinsed off and brushed my
teeth. I looked in the mirror as I wiped the fog off the glass with my
hand, my body was young and athletic for sure, and I tried to see what Sean
saw in me. It was a narcissistic thought, maybe, but I knew I contrasted
with Sean's age and to some extent his appearance. Despite being 6'3", I
was still shorter. And despite being an pro-athlete, Sean was still
bigger. I knew my blond and fair looks contrasted with Sean's darker, olive
complexion and his deep brown hair. I think I really pushed his buttons
like he pushed mine.

I almost didn't notice it, but as I set my toothbrush into a spare glass, I
saw Sean's toiletries bag open enough for me to see the familiar shape and
color of a small bottle inside.

I took it out and walked back into the room. Sean seemed to enjoy seeing my
naked body again, but then he noticed I was holding up the bottle of
poppers. "You came prepared, I see," I teased.

It was fun to see confident Sean looking embarrassed and caught-off-guard,
like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "I take it you know what those
are," he said.

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied. "I've used `em a couple of times." I set the
vial down on the nightstand. "Were you planning on using them?"

Sean shrugged. "I thought maybe I could sweet talk you into fucking this
weekend," he admitted. "Maybe go a little harder." He had kind of an
adorable smirk as he put his plan out there for me.

"Damn," I laughed. "You already go pretty hard, Sean. But let's just keep
fucking off the table for now, OK?" I was enjoying exploring sex with Sean
and asserting more of a mutual, reciprocal vibe into our dating.

He nodded. "All right," he said. He slid out of the bed, and I could see
his own magnificent nakedness as he walked past me to the bathroom, but not
before picking up the bottle on his way. "Who knows? These might help me
suck that huge monster of yours."

****

Sean, unsurprisingly, got up earlier than me the next morning, and I slept
in until I heard the door click open. I looked up from my pillow to see
Sean walk in with two to-go coffees in his hand. He still that morning look
to him - the scruff on his jaw looked extra dark, and it looked like he'd
quickly gotten dressed to head out into the cold in his tactical-looking
Army fleece.

"Here ya go, sunshine," he greeted me, looking to see which cup was his as
I stirred and sat up in bed, my naked body covered only with a sheet from
the waist down. I noticed it was about 8, and had no idea how long Sean had
been up, but I took the offered cup with a thanks and took a sip. Indeed,
Sean remembered how I liked my coffee.

"It's getting cooler out there," he said, unzipping his fleece. "But pretty
nice. Maybe we can walk around some today."

"Sure," I said. Maybe I wasn't as chipper as him in the morning, but I was
doing my best not to be grumpy. He did let me sleep in, I knew, and the
coffee was helping wake me up. "What time is the game?"

"Fourteen-thirty," he said. "We'll probably meet the guys closer to
thirteen thirty though."

"Cool," I said.

"Hungry?" Sean asked, sitting down on the cushy hotel room seat. I took
another sip of coffee and held his gaze for a second. He was handsome as
ever, brown eyes, buzzcut, silver-flecked temples, a two-day scruff on his
square jawline, and that cocky masculine smile of his.

"Starving," I admitted.

"Well, we can go out and grab something. There's a place around the
corner."

I took another sip of coffee to fortify myself and then flung the sheet off
as I swung my legs out of bed, my feet now on the floor. Still sitting on
the bed, I did a little bit of a stretch, arms over my head, rolling my
shoulder, extending my torso, and arching my back. I got up and walked
towards the bathroom, and stepping back out, I loved the way Sean's eyes
openly swept across my muscled nakedness as I picked up my clothes from
last night that were still on the floor.

"Damn, kiddo... I'm glad you came up."

"Yeah, me too, Sean," I said as I slipped into my jeans and T-shirt. I
pulled on my hoodie "Is this enough?" I asked, finding my cap as well. "I
have a coat in my car I can get."

"It's fine for now," he said, getting up out of the chair. He walked up and
gave me a little peck on the lips before nodding towards the door.

It was probably after that second cup of coffee at the restaurant before I
fully woke up. I shoveled in a full breakfast as well.

"Hungover?" Sean grinned.

"Nah, I just had a couple of beers," I said. "But I didn't eat a lot
yesterday."

"Fuel up for the long day," the man said. "You've haven't partied with Army
men before."

I laughed.

We headed back to the hotel after breakfast. I showered first, then Sean
got cleaned up for the day. He strutted out with a towel wrapped around his
waist in nothing but his dogtags. I had only my boxer briefs on, in case he
wanted to start something. Because sex was now on my mind.

"OK if we talk, Jim?" he asked, lying back on the bed in his towel, his
back and shoulders propped up by the mound of big fluffy hotel pillows. He
patted the spare spot of the mattress next to him. I set down the T-shirt I
was fumbling with and joined him.

He looked at me, serious though not stern. "I know you want to take things
faster," he said bluntly.

"Sean..." I objected. I mean, he was right, but I'd been trying to do
things his way, at his speed.

"I'm not trying to start an argument, Jim. Honest," he said. "But
seriously, this stuff takes time. We've spent maybe a half dozen days
together in person?" he asked rhetorically.

The man had a point. Obviously our correspondence and phone conversations
had given us more of a solid basis for dating than a mere count of our time
together would suggest. But we'd barely spent time together, face to
face. Maybe I was getting carried away, excited by what Sean represented
for me. A boyfriend that I craved.

I nodded, communicating both an embarrassment at my inexperience but also a
willingness to learn. "Yeah."

"I've enjoyed every one of them," he said. Reading my earnest mood, he
added, "I want you to know where I'm coming from, Jim. I've dated a few
times, and had two long-term relationships." He paused, looking at me. "You
wanted to talk about our pasts, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I kind of wished Sean would get to the point, but I was
patient. He patted my bare quad muscle and lazily grazed the hairs on my
thigh. It was a simple thing but made me feel calmer.

"Kevin was my first boyfriend. I was his first boyfriend, too. We dated in
our early 20s, for a few years, until we realized we were MUCH better off
as friends."

I could tell he was reading my face to see if I had any jealousy, but I
didn't. I wished I could have stayed friends with Greg, and the idea of
developing a close friendship seemed awesome.

Sean continued. "Then there was Jeff. Six years together, but it was a
tough six years... we broke up four years ago."

"Sorry," I said with automatic empathy, even though of course I was glad
for the chance now to date Sean.

Sean smiled at my concern. "It's how things play out sometimes. At times it
could be great. Jeff was smoking hot, and a sweet guy. The whole package."
It was odd to hear Sean talk about another guy like this, but once again, I
surprisingly didn't feel jealous. "But he could never get his head around
the military sacrifices - or even understand why I do what I do. How I'd be
gone so much, and even when I was there, maybe I wouldn't be fully there."
He looked at me with a wink. "Us Army men are a hardened breed,
Jim.... this bother you... my talking about this?"

I shook my head. "Oh no. I really like hearing it, actually. I want to know
you better, and this is part of you," I explained. I didn't have to remind
him that the military had always been a part of my life, too. Maybe I
didn't fully understand the experience of a serviceman, not completely, but
I knew I couldn't fault Sean, or Dad, for the demands of service.

He liked that answer. He shifted in the bed, rolling a bit onto his side to
face me. I enjoyed seeing and hearing his dogtogs drape down across his
furry pec and the towel around his waist ride up his knotted
thigh. "So.... tell me about your guys, Hot Stuff."

I took in a little breath and replied, "Well, I don't have a lot of dating
experience to relate. I dated one guy, Greg, in college. He was a couple
years older than me, and an EMT. It was a few months, but I broke it
off. He was great, but I felt like I didn't really feel it, you know?"

"I do," Sean said. "Any other guys?"

"Just sex," I said, meeting his eyes directly. I felt self conscious about
my lack of dating experience, but I wanted to be honest with Sean. "I guess
I started early, and pretty quickly I felt comfortable with a hookup,
fuckbuddy kind of thing." I blushed at the admission.

Sean laughed. "It's OK, Jim. I knew that first night with you that I wasn't
the first guy to punch your dance card."

I laughed, too. "No, you weren't," I admitted. "Maybe that's why I'm really
ready to date a guy. I mean, sex is great, really great. But I crave the
other stuff, too."

"Gotcha, Jim," Sean said. He ran his hand softly along my bare chest, his
fingers brushing the light fur I had as he traced the contours of my
pecs. It was sexual, but also sensual in its soft touch. "I like the other
stuff, too, if you can be patient with me."

"Yah," I croaked, looking up at him, catching his deep brown eyes. I was
turned on like crazy and throwing hard in my underwear, but I also felt a
deeper emotion. The fact that Sean and I had shared more about ourselves
made me feel closer.

"I know you're not happy about the open-dating thing," he said, his stare
both understanding and challenging.

"I'm trying Sean," I objected.

"It's not just for me," he said. His fingers now ran soft circles on my
skin, spiraling down between my pecs and further down the ridges of my
abs. "I was thinking... hoping, maybe it would help with the topping/bottom
thing. You know, you getting out some of that energy you can't use on me."

I was wrestling with that fantasy but also my misgivings. I loved fucking,
but I also loved the sex between me and Sean.

Sean noticed and responded, "You don't have to say yes, Jim. But seriously,
think about it. When I'm not there and the occasion arises."

"Ok," I acquiesced.

"Did I kill the mood?" he asked, his brow squinting at me just a bit.

I felt my dick still throbbing in my boxer briefs. "God, Sean, I'm always
horny around you. I kind of wish I wasn't," I laughed.

"Buddy," he said as he undid his towel, showing off his own cock, which was
firming up fast. "Best part of dating a 23-year-old."

Eagerly, I slipped off my boxer briefs, letting my hardon free. I'd barely
kicked them off when Sean's hands were on my bare hips, rolling me towards
him and pulling me into a kiss. It was tender but lusty, too. For whatever
age and experience gap we had, there was undeniable sexual chemistry
between us. Our hands gripped each other's backs and ass muscle as we
humped our cocks together and writhed on that hotel bed.

"Man, I'd LOVE it if you gave me one of those prize-winning blowjobs," Sean
finally hissed as he pulled back and looked down at our crotches.

"Fast or slow?" I asked with an impish smile.

"Oh fuck!... Slow, I guess," the man said, grinning like he'd won the
lottery.

I stole one last kiss from his scruffy lips before Sean rolled back onto
his back, his towel now completely open to show his 7-inch cock standing
out ramrod straight from his thick dark bush. Grinning, I crawled on top of
him then slowly worked my way down his furry body, kissing along his hard
chest and abdomen. I let the oozing head of his dick drag up my neck and
along my cheek before I took his thick shaft in my fist. I heard Sean grunt
when I brought the head to my parted lips and lapped at the flared corona
before suckling on the tip. I tasted the familiar Sean Carter flavor oozing
out of his cut cock. Salty, with a little sweetness behind it. I gave a
quick look up at Sean, and instead of gruffness, I saw some unbridled
excitement. He reached down, fingers brushing my blond hair back.

"God, you're hard," I observed as I plopped his dick out. This was the kind
of rigidity that made Sean's topping so distinctive, the way his dick
seemed to bore past my ring when we mated that way. But now, I was the one
in the driver's seat.

"I'd say so," Sean smirked. "Come on, Jim... suck me."

I turned my attention back to sucking him, taking more of him between my
lips, my tongue massaging the inches on the way down. I suckled on just
above half of his cock, letting the plum-sized head dip into the back of my
mouth, letting him feel the edge before sucking and pulling him back away.

Sean growled but now watched me without speaking. He was dripping like a
faucet, and my tongue tasted more of that salty sap oozing out. I worked
him gently, slowly. Then, taking a deep breath, I began sucking him hard. I
pulled his cock to the back of my mouth, twisting my jaw just a bit to
swallow around his fat flared head. It was a surprise to me at first that I
was encountering resistance but after a second I enjoyed the slow feel of
Sean's cock head sliding into my widening gullet.

I went further now, and that prick wedged into the snug sleeve of my
constricting throat, inch after inch, until I finally had my nose in his
pubes, his balls on my chin, and my lips wrapped and stretched around the
base. I held him there, sucking and swallowing around his entire
length. Sean's hands clawed at my hair.

I gave him a couple seconds more before I slowly pulled off, letting him
feel my throat pull at his prick, like it was trying not to let him
go. Sean cried as I gave him only a second to recover before I swallowed
him down again to the base. Sean cursed as I tried to smile with a mouth
and throat full of cock - he was putty in my hands.

Over the following minutes, I got a real feel for Sean Carter's cock. His
size, and the way he filled my mouth and throat. Deep throating him was
easier now, as I took in another deep breath and descended down on him. I
held just a second and pulled off - all the way off.

"God...." Sean growled as he ran his fingers through my blond hair. "You're
so fucking sexy, Jim."

Kissing the underside of the head, I looked up, catching his hungry
stare. I let him see the excitement in my blue eyes before I returned my
attention to his dick and went down on him again. I didn't go deep this
time, but enough to get a nice steady bob on the first four or five
inches. Holding the base of his prick and actively sucking, I used my
tongue as I sucked on every out stroke.

I then paused and came up, just the head in my mouth as I licked the tip. I
was improvising, figuring out how to make this last for Sean.... I'd
surprise him by swallowing him to the hilt... Then I'd start tonguing his
balls and paying attention to the lower part of the shaft. Sean was getting
into the slow tease and being kept on his toes.

Then, playfully, I pulled his hands from my head and neck. With his cock
still in my mouth, I took a hold of both his wrists, and using a bit of my
own strength, pinned them to the bed at his sides. Sean had a surprised
smirk as he let me run the show. I turned back to get a good dicksucking
angle and held my hands on his wrists while I began to suck him in deep and
do the Bulldozer trick with my gullet against his cock head with each bob.

As the flared head of prick went in and out of the snug entrance of my
throat, I could feel the growing tension in Sean's arms and in his legs
beneath my chest. I sucked harder and faster. His cock began to swell even
more, thicker in my mouth and quivering hard.

"Holy fuck... I'm gonna cum!" he warned through his tightening jaw.

Only he didn't. I stopped mid suck and held still, real still, with six
inches buried in my throat. I was a little uncomfortable, but I was getting
off on the challenge. I slowly pulled his cock from my throat, careful not
to trip him into orgasm. His wrists in my grasp were still tense when I
finally pulled off and sucked in some air.

"Damn," I hissed, looking at his cock as it pulsed with his heartbeat. "I
almost thought you were gonna cum."

"Shit, I almost did," Sean laughed. "That throat of yours is insane."

I looked at him and stroked his spit-wet dong.

"Can I fuck your face?" I asked. Sean was not the only one feeling blue
balls from the slow tease.

We'd done this once before. Maybe it wasn't Sean's favorite thing, but he
was in the on-edge state that made him more agreeable. "OK," he agreed.

I scooted up, getting up onto my knees next to his head. I looked down at
his ruggedly handsome face and showed off my dripping erection to him.

"That's a fat fucker," he growled as he watched me line up with his lips,
his hand coming up to grasp my shaft.

"I know how to do this, Chief," I assured him, brushing my fingers across
his buzzed scalp and then pressed my cockhead to his mouth. He opened up,
wide, and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue as my cock pressed it down
in place. His thin lips looked just about obscenely stretched as I let him
swallow three inches then I placed my hands on the back of his bristled
head and began to thrust. Shallow but urgent jabs in and out of his
mouth. I didn't even have to hit far into his throat, my girth stretching
his mouth was enough snugness to get me off.

My hips went faster as I got turned on watching this battle-hardened
Soldier take my young cock. The sexual contact was great, as were the
visuals of Sean's scruffy, masculine looks. But at that moment I was hit
most by an appreciation of our age difference. I mean, I always was aware
that Sean was older than me, much older, but as he blew me and used a free
hand to fist the rest of my shaft, I got into the mental space of enjoying
having sex with a father figure.

"I'm gonna blow, Chief!" I hissed loudly. I felt my orgasm build, swirling
in my nuts, and then suddenly it was on me, a wave of pleasure making my
taint buzz as well as my prick head as I fired out my seed into Sean's
craw.

He was prepared and I felt and heard him gulp my molten liquid down,
suctioning around my spurting head. I was still dribbling when I finally
pulled out and I got a thrill seeing a stray bead of semen land on Sean's
stubbled chin.

"Suck my cock, Jimmy!" Sean hissed with urgency now.

It took me a second to catch my breath and get my balance back, then I got
back down between his legs. His prick was angry-red and dribbling precum
like mad. I opened my mouth, taking him back between my lips, and went for
the kill. I didn't do the throat trick but instead a full, wet deepthroat,
up and down, faster and faster. It was a challenge, but I knew it wouldn't
take long.

Indeed, I felt Sean's fingers curl in my hair and hold me tight. "FUCK!" he
cried, and like that, I was being force fed pure Army cum.

I pulled up enough to taste his salty sperm, timing my swallows with each
pulse. I was able to slow my mouth strokes and nurse his aftershocks before
I pulled off entirely.

If I had to pick between oral and anal sex, I'd choose fucking, but giving
and receiving blow jobs was way hot, especially with Sean, and I was
enjoying this break we were taking from fucking.

"You do NOT suck cock like a 23-year-old," Sean hissed, still out of breath
after I came up for a kiss.

"I don't know how to take that," I chuckled.

"A compliment," Sean said with a sated smile. "Definitely a compliment."

After we unpaired and washed off, we started to get dressed again. But just
as we were about to head out, Sean went over to the closet area and pulled
out a paper shopping bag, one with a big red and blue `X' on it over the
word, `EXCHANGE.'

"Here, Jim... I got you a little something from base," he said as he handed
me the bag.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Open it," he said impatiently.

"I mean, what's it for?" I laughed.

"You'll see," he said with a repressed smile as he watched me dig in and
pull out an Army ballcap. I looked at it - fitted, not adjustable, classic
black with a gold star logo.

"You knew my size," I said as I slipped it on. Adjusting the cap on my
head, I turned toward him. "How do I look?"

"Like a real man," Sean deadpanned.

I may have rolled my eyes at that, but Sean urged me to see what was else
in the bag. Wrapped in tissue paper was an Army-logo hoodie sweatshirt -
olive drab, with `United States ARMY' in black bold lettering, and that
familiar subdued American flag on the shoulder.

"Wow," I said, holding it up.

Sean beamed as I pulled off my cap and slipped on the sweatshirt. It fit,
but also didn't hide too much of my athletic build. "I figure any boyfriend
of mine needs some proper fucking attire," he said. "Ready to go?" he
asked.

I took a look at my reflection in the mirror. Other than my civilian
haircut I could have fit in with a number of younger military guys in town.

Once we were out, we had a little time to walk around the city. I was in an
especially good mood. The sex had put me in one, but so had our
conversation. I knew Sean and I didn't see eye to eye 100 percent, but
talking things over had cleared the air a lot. I could see things more from
his perspective, and I think knowing he was willing to move forward in
dating made me feel OK with learning to take things slow.

As we walked around the old part of the city, I did feel bad I hadn't
reached out to Dad yet. Maybe it was thinking about how Dad would be
interested in the Revolutionary Era history of the buildings Sean and I saw
in a more distracted way. Dad was the one who first took me to the
Army-Navy game. And while he had told me he'd give me my space to hang out
with Sean, I felt like I should touch base with him. So I texted him.

- Hey Dad. Enjoying the weekend?

- Hi Slugger. Yes, so far... it's been great.

Then:

- I know you have your plans with Sean. But it would be good to see you if
you have time.

Dad didn't normally guilt me into things. And I knew he'd be fine if I said
no, but I decided that it would be good to meet up with him.

"Sean," I said as I looked up from my phone. "Would you mind if I met my
dad before the game?"

"Nope," he said. "You should." He knew my father and I were close.

I texted Dad back to see what sounded good to him. He suggested a place for
lunch - in about an hour's time. He invited Sean along, too.

"You meeting him?" Sean asked as I slid my phone back in my pocket.

"Yeah," I nodded. I looked over at him. "You're welcome to come along if
you want," I offered.

He gave a slight shrug. "OK if I pass, Jim?" he asked. He didn't seem
entirely comfortable with the idea, but I could tell he didn't want to
disappoint me. He didn't spell it out, but I felt it was some combination
of hesitation for a meet-the-parents moment and Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell
caution about meeting an officer parent of his boyfriend. Sean knew Dad had
been accepting of me, but he still had his guard up.

Sean went to meet Joe and Kevin, while I went to meet up with Dad.

I had almost forgotten my Army attire until I noticed the shocked look on
Dad's face when he stood up from the table to greet me.

"What the hell happened to my son?" he asked with a chuckle as he pulled me
in for a quick hug. He pulled back and looked me over. "Guess Sean's pulled
you over to the other side," he teased.

I blushed and felt a little ridiculous, like I was a teenage girl wearing
her boyfriend's letter jacket or something. Still, I passed it off as a
light-hearted thing. "I'll be sitting with a bunch of Army guys," I
replied, pulling out the chair to sit down. "I figured I should fit in." I
took off my Army ball cap and set it on the table.

Dad took another look at me and couldn't help but smirk. "You having fun,
Slugger?" he asked. In another context, it could have been a pointed
question about my time with Sean, but I knew Dad meant it more broadly. How
I was enjoying Army-Navy weekend, and if I was having a good time hanging
out with Sean's Army buddies.

"Yeah, a blast, actually," I said, trying not to smirk too much at the
thought that I was here with my boyfriend. "How about you?" I asked,
adding. "Jack's not here?"

Dad nodded. "He's here. He just suggested I come alone, especially if Sean
was coming."

"I think Sean's a little nervous, since you're an officer," I explained,
leaving out the other part of what I suspected behind Sean's hesitation.

"I get that," Dad said, thoughtfully. Dad turned his attention to the menu
for a second before looking back up at me. "You know, Jim... I should
apologize if I ever made it seem like I disapprove of Sean." His voice got
a little quieter. "I won't lie. I'm probably going to worry anytime you're
with someone that much older. But you're a grown man now, I figure. And if
you're happy..."

"I am," I assured him. "I mean, Sean and I are still taking things
slow. We're in different cities and different places in our lives. But so
far it feels right with him." I don't know if I'd been as honest and direct
with Dad about Sean yet, and it felt good to clear the air some.

Dad gave a smile that managed to be both serious and happy. "I'm glad to
hear." He paused and I could tell he was getting a little emotional in that
quiet Dad way of his. "You know, you seem grown up, Jimbo." His gray eyes
seemed to take me in from across the table. "Over the last half year, even,
you seem to have matured."

"Dad..." I objected. I always liked when Dad gushed like this, but also
hated it.

Dad seemed amused by my embarrassed reaction. "I guess you know your kid
has grown up when he's rooting for Army," he deadpanned.

It was a nice leisurely lunch, and I was glad I'd reached out to Dad. It
made the weekend even better.

I met up with Sean and the guys to head down to the stadium.

There was definitely a different energy watching the game with these
guys. I guess my dad is a little more restrained, even at a football game,
but these Army men got real into it - drinking beers, yelling as they got
to their feet, even Joe and Garrett who were officers. They sang the words
to the Army song, and a part of me felt like an honorary Army fan for the
day, though I definitely had divided loyalties. I found myself excited when
Navy made a big play or scored a touchdown, though I tried not to let that
show.

The game was a tough one for Army. They scored first but soon trailed the
Midshipmen and a final offensive drive in the fourth quarter couldn't make
up for the deficit. I took heart that the rivalry was as friendly as it was
intense, and the guys were surprisingly mellow as the game let out.

Afterwards, we lined up for cheesesteaks and soon were hitting the bars.

The beer helped ease the sting of defeat, and after a couple of rounds, I
could tell Sean was in a mood to party that evening. We'd lost the Mikes
and Garrett in the aftergame raucousness, but Sean said they'd be
fine. They were all single and/or divorced and probably had one thing on
their minds, likely abandoning us in search of some female companionship. A
little after 9 o'clock, after a couple hours of drinking, Joe and Kevin
begged off, leaving me and Sean to sit in our perch at the bartop at an
out-of-the-way bar that was now starting to fill up with the crowds. It was
great to just people-watch as we soaked in the energy of the game.

I'd gotten off that morning with Sean, but by now my libido had come
roaring back, signaled by the half-plump cock in my jeans. There had been
so many Army and Navy daddies at the game and out and about afterwards, and
the beer was loosening me up to think a flurry of sexual thoughts about
them. Maybe Sean was right. I could probably very much enjoy something if
the opportunity ever arose.

"So, Jimmy," Sean said, leaning in. "Anything on your bucket list?"

From the lustful look on Sean's rugged face, I gathered his sex drive was
cranked up, too.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Sex?" I added quietly. He nodded, so I
thought for a second. "You know, I feel like I've done a lot of the stuff
I've wanted to do. I mean... maybe like doing my coach is total
fantasy. But I don't think that could ever happen."

Sean smirked. "You've gotten around, huh, stud?" he asked, bring his beer
bottle to curling lips

I maybe should have been embarrassed, but I felt like I could tell Sean and
he wouldn't care. "My share, yeah," I said, feeling my cheeks flush some.

He grinned. "Well, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

I immediately thought of Dad, and multiple sexual experiences with him
flashed through my head - from my first time blowing him after Paul's
wedding, to our marathon fuck-session in Mexico. I blushed, knowing I could
never tell Sean, or anyone for that matter.

Sean picked up on my reaction and nudged my arm. "You don't gotta share,
Jim. I thought it would be fun to trade stories."

I shook my head, signaling that it was nothing. I thought of my number two
experience instead. "Well... when I was in high school..." I lowered my
voice and leaned to put my mouth closer to Sean's ear. "I fucked an active
duty Navy Officer in the back of his SUV." I thought of mentioning that the
guy was married, but I felt not quite as proud for my sometime attraction
to married guys.

Sean's eyes lit up. I think he liked seeing me in horndog mode. "Is that
right?" He took a swig of beer, then added, "You must have had some real
balls at that age."

I shrugged. "I think I was just horny. We kind of had a thing," I
continued. "You know..." again, I lowered my
voice. "Roleplay... uniforms. I did him in his Navy uniform, and I even
wore my baseball uniform once. It was hot."

I thought it might be weird to talk about this with a guy I was dating, but
it felt liberating. I don't think I'd ever told anyone about Glen or any of
my earlier experiences in Norfolk.

Sean seemed part amused, part turned on. "You top him?"

I nodded, happy to remind Sean that I wasn't strictly a bottom.

He leaned back and grinned. "I guess the uniforms are a thing for you,
huh?"

"Yeah, they are," I admitted. I wasn't sure how Sean would take that. I
didn't want him to think I was just into him for the uniform, though
undeniably that had a strong appeal to me. He might have had an inkling
that morning in Fayetteville, when Sean fucked me in his combat uniform
before work.

He patted my knee briefly. "Well, we'll have to work that into the bedroom
more," he said. "I wanna do you in yours, too." He took a swig of beer and
added with a playful leer. "It's fun to be reminded I got a baseball player
in my bed."

"Yeah, gladly," I said. I didn't get off being in uniform, but if it drove
Sean wild, I'd do it for sure.

The bar was now filled with mostly Army fans - soldiers, and Cadets. I
loved the sexual connection I was forming with Sean, but also the freedom
to scope around. We were facing away from the crowd, but the large mirror
behind the bar gave us a full view. I noticed Sean was checking out a group
of West Point Cadets. Like seriously scoping them out. In another context,
I might have been jealous, but I was worked up and relaxed at the same
time. And Sean was, too.

"So," I asked, leaning in. "What's your wildest thing you've done, or wanna
do?" Sean had been playing inquisitor, but it was my turn.

He turned to me and thought for a second and replied. "Fort Benning, I was
a young Spec. Barracks sex is real fucking risky, but I think I got turned
on by the risk of it."

"I can see that," I said, imagining a younger Sean living in a space with
other single Soldiers. It was hot. And it made me think of how the locker
room didn't even seem sexy to me, since it was just a space I had to deal
with in a normal way.

Sean continued his thought. "As for bucket list... fuck, I dunno, I think a
DP is up there."

I felt a little dumb but had to clarify. "You mean, two at once?"

He nodded, "Yeah, that."

"Jesus," I hissed.

Sean laughed at my reaction. He took another swig of beer and scoped out
the bar again. His eyes once again heading back to those Cadets.

He leaned in again. "You ever done a threesome, Jim?"

"A few times, yeah," I answered, thinking of that couple I met at a New
York gay bar with Charlie and Scott, as well as my times with Glen and
Petty Officer Kevin. I realized I was happy talking about my sexual past
with Sean, because while I may have been green when it came to dating or
relationships, sex was something I had experience in.

I think my answer surprised him. "And...?" he prodded.

I blushed some but gave him a lusty, intent look. "They were really fun."

I had a feeling what was coming, and truth be told, I was getting excited
by the possibility. Call it the anything-goes magic of Army-Navy
weekend. Or just call it being 23 and horny.

We were now both watching the group of Cadets in the bar mirror. Sean's
lips curled into a sly grin as one of the Cadets moved to stand right
behind us, trying to get the bartender's attention. He was a beefy young
man, with dark-haired good looks, ruddy-cheeked, green eyes, with the
lingering baby fat still clinging to a hard muscular frame. I assessed him
as noticeably shorter than my 6'3" height and had the build of a bulkier
wrestler or football player. His clean shave hid his still patchy facial
hair on his youthful, boyish face.

Sean turned toward him, gently placing his hand along the Cadet's gray
coat, on the small of the younger man's back. Flirty, but not over the
top. "What are ya havin', Cadet?" he asked, his Southern charm coming out
as he leaned down to the shorter Cadet's ear to be heard over the crowd and
music. "We'll get this round for you," he said and nodded to me on the
Cadet's other side. The younger guy looked over at me, I tipped my bottle
to him as a silent hello.

"Oh I couldn't," he objected, turning back to look up at Sean.

"I'm serious," the older NCO insisted. "Otherwise you'll be waiting
forever."

"Four Buds," he said reluctantly. "But you don't have to, really."

Sean flagged down our bartender, who had been attentive to us all
night. Sometimes it helps to be older, and not a West Point Cadet, since
the service thinks you're going to tip well. In short order, a round of
Buds was coming up.

"Just get us the next round before you leave," Sean said, winking as he
handed him the beers.

"You bet," the eager Cadet said, letting his green eyes linger on us before
turning back to his friends.

"That was nice of you," I teased after he walked away.

Sean chuckled and poked his finger in the middle of my chest. "You, young
man, are gonna get your first taste of Cadet pussy tonight."

I chalked it up to one of those outrageous things Sean says, but as we sat
talking, I noticed Sean's sightline in the mirror. Making eye contact with
that Cadet as the younger man's eyes kept drifting back to us. I suddenly
realized what he was doing. Reeling the haul in.

It wasn't thirty minutes before the Cadet elbowed his way through the crowd
and tapped Sean's shoulder. Sean and I both turned in our seats as he said,
"I, um, my buddies have headed on, but I said I'd buy you guys a round."

"Want to join us?" Sean asked, matter of fact as could be. The Cadet jumped
at the opportunity, doing his best to suppress a smile. I was amazed at how
easy Sean made it look. And I was starting to bone up now, taking in the
close proximity of this young man. I guessed he was only a year younger
than me, unless he had a good fake ID.

Normally I didn't go for younger guys as much, but his high n' tight
haircut and classic gray uniform were working their magic on me, and Sean's
attraction to him fed my own. Sean had reeled him in, but he was looking at
me with heavy glances now, too.

"You men active duty?" the Cadet ventured.

"I am. Army, 82nd. My friend here's a civilian. I'm Sean, and this is Jim."

"Brock," the Cadet introduced himself, shaking our hands.

We talked about Army's tough loss, about Philadelphia, about beer. Kind of
normal stuff. But there was a subtext going on beneath the
conversation. The subtext was keeping me boned up.

"We got some nice bourbon back at our hotel," I finally said, leaning a bit
into the smaller Cadet's personal space. Sean was definitely rubbing off on
me, and I was eager to see if we could get this connection moving along.

Sean shot me a surprised glance. I don't think he'd expected me to take
charge in seducing Brock, and I wondered for a half-second if I'd
overplayed our hand.

Thankfully, Brock piped up, almost like an eager puppy. "Sounds awesome."
He was looking back excitedly between me and Sean, and there was no doubt
in my mind he knew the score.

Sean settled our bar tab as we pulled on our coats, me and Sean our Army
ball caps and Brock his gray visored service cap.

Giddily we walked out into the cold and down a few blocks. I traded glances
with Sean and he grinned back. We hadn't explicitly discussed having a
threesome, but it looked like this was gonna happen. Brock was between us,
his overcoat a dead giveaway of his Cadet status.

Back in our room, we didn't even bother with the bourbon. Not at
first. Instead, I stepped up and gave Brock a friendly half-embrace, one
arm across his back as I pulled him up against my side, enough to
communicate my interest but not so much to offend him if I was misreading
the situation. "Thanks for coming over, man," I said in a jocular fashion,
almost like he was a teammate.

Brock's deep young voice practically broke into a boyish chuckle as he
turned into me, our height difference more noticeable. I could see an open,
ready look on his face. I glanced over at Sean, who winked and
nodded. Turning back to the Cadet, I leaned my face down. Our noses brushed
one another, then we were kissing. Making out.

This came easily to me, surprisingly. My hands instinctively wrapped around
Brock's uniformed waist, while the younger man felt up my arms through my
Army hoodie. I pressed my tongue into his waiting mouth, and he opened his
lips and sucked me in some. This felt naughty and fun in its unexpected
connection and in the fact Sean and I were having our first threesome.

The kiss had tipped my and Brock's hats partially off. I felt Sean take
both off as I continued kissing our younger third. Sean stepped up close
behind Brock, towering over him, his hands slowly moving around the younger
man's shoulders, his fingers pulling at buttons to remove Brock's overcoat
and open his uniform coat. Brock dropped his hands as Sean slid his heavy
uniform top off his shoulders, leaving him in just his white crew
undershirt.

Seconds later, the younger man gasped into my mouth while Sean covered
Brock closely from behind. Sean's larger hands joined mine around Brock's
waist, making me excited for the three-way connection we were developing
spontaneously. The shorter guy tilted his head to the side, breaking our
kiss, and I could see that Sean was also kissing along the Cadet's neck.

"Shit!" the Cadet murmured. I now had a better look at his upper body in
his snug white undershirt. I had been right about Brock's shorter build -
stocky, beefy muscles with just that added softness of his lingering baby
fat. And I could see the ridge of dogtags beneath the cotton as Sean's
fingers traveled up Brock's flank.

I was rock hard watching Brock turn his head to Sean's side and kiss my
boyfriend hungrily. Sean's tongue darted into Brock's mouth right before
their lips sealed together. Then, Sean went deeper into the kiss, taking
full ownership of Brock's mouth.

Sean finally broke off, and with one hand, grabbed my head, drawing me
forward into a deep kiss as well. I returned his tongue, not letting the
man take full dominance of our kiss.

"God, you guys are so hot," Brock hissed, pulling his undershirt over his
head and undoing his gray uniform pants.

The three of us stripped down in short order. As the Cadet kicked off his
underwear, his last piece of clothing, Sean and I got a good view of his
youthful, naked body. Brock was surprisingly smooth, pale skin with just
that wisp of a treasure trail that led to a sparse dark brown bush and
short stocky cock.

I had just stepped out of my jeans and underwear, Sean with his wadded
t-shirt in his fist as we now stood naked in front of him. Brock's green
eyes darted between my and Sean's naked, taller bodies. He looked a little
overwhelmed by the two big cocks pointed right at him - 7 and 8 inches.

Yet he seemed game for more as Sean and I closed the distance and guided
him to the king-sized bed.

Within thirty seconds, Sean and I lay back, side by side against the
pillows, his brawny arm wrapped around my shoulder as he held me
close. "That feel good, Jimmy?" he asked between kisses.

I opened my eyes, biting my lip and nodding. Sean looked down my body, and
I followed his gaze. Young Brock was nestled between my spread thighs, and
Sean's hand rested on the back of his buzzed head, guiding the Cadet as he
worked hard to take just about half my fat length between his more
inexperienced lips. Brock's left fist held and stroked the rest of my cock
as he moaned and bobbed on the upper half, his ruddy cheeks looking full as
he tried to suck more but without much success.

His other hand had Sean's robust 7-inch dick locked in a steady grip. He
didn't manage the coordination of stroking Sean while sucking me, and his
blowjob wasn't the best in the world. His limits were even clear when Sean
began pressing Brock's head harder on my cock, forcing him to take a little
bit more of my fat stalk.

The Cadet coughed a little on the thickness and his eyes watered. Sean
could read that it was too much. "All right, man," he growled. "Not gonna
rush ya..." His lust was a turn on for me, but so was the way he adjusted
his approach to this newbie. He'd been so hard-charging with me a year
earlier, that night we first met, but I was clearly more experienced than
Brock, more ready for the full Sean Carter treatment.

The guy seemed appreciative as he slid off my prick and slurped the excess
spit into his mouth. "Damn," he hissed, giving it a final look before
moving his head to the right to take his turn sucking Sean. He wasn't
hesitant now as he pulled the tip of Sean's meaty prick to his lips and
swallowed the head. He adjusted to the new dick, then began bobbing up and
down, taking half as Sean held his buzzed-cut head, gently guiding him.

It was strangely emotional watching Brock suck Sean. I knew we were
crossing a line, but it was also a sharing experience, literally me and
Sean sharing the young man's mouth, but also sharing this excitement at
three-way sex.

"You're liking this right?" Sean growled in an almost whisper as he turned
his head to look at me. His brown eyes on fire with lust. I loved seeing
Sean fully turned on like this, and I fed off that hunger, too. But I also
knew Sean was checking in with me.

"Oh yeah," I grunted in return, bringing my hand to his scruffy jaw,
pulling his face in close and leaning in to kiss him again.

We kissed for a while. Well, maybe not a long time, but as I felt Sean
grunt excitedly into my mouth, I knew he was feeling the effect of Brock's
mouth. I pulled back to see the Cadet had gotten the hang of Sean's size -
long and meaty, but not ungodly thick.

Sean gingerly pulled the kid off his cock and gave Brock a playful pat to
the cheek, then threw the guy a sexy wink. Sean scooted out from beneath
Brock, getting off the bed and onto his feet. The Cadet made no objection
as Sean easily man-handled the smaller guy, rolling him onto his back at
the edge of the bed. I followed Sean off the bed, standing next to him as
he took a hold of Brock's thick thighs.

"Raise `em,'' Sean ordered, the young Cadet following orders like a sport
as he lifted his legs for the seasoned, combat Sergeant Major. Brock's feet
came up, his knees bending towards his full chest as his cheeks parted to
reveal a tight hole, and a taint and crack covered in a light dusting of
fuzz. The whole sight was giving me the impression that the dude was
younger than 21, maybe closer to 18 or 19.

"Look at that," Sean growled as his rough hand glided down Brock's smooth
inner thigh, his fingers drawn to Brock's small pucker. Sean fell to one
knee seconds before bringing his face between Brock's spread buns and
giving him the first long slow lick up his crack and over his lightly fuzzy
hole.

"Oh fuck," Brock exhaled, eyes starting to roll back into his head before
they snapped back into focus, seeking me out with a direct gaze.

I gave a wink that tried to match Sean's, and slowly fisted my cock to
channel my own simmering horniness.

It was very hot to watch Sean eat the relatively inexperienced dude out,
leaning in to give Brock another long but deeper lick, then plastering his
mouth over the Cadet's hole. I got down next to Sean, drawn in by the act,
knowing exactly what Brock was feeling and enjoying the front row view of
Sean at work.

Brock whimpered again, his sex grunt surprisingly deeper than his normal
speaking voice. His hands pulled more tightly around his knees, drawing his
thick thighs back a bit more. I could now hear Sean kissing and sucking on
the guy's hole. Greedily, I leaned in to feel Sean's stubble against my
cheek, knowing it was also scraping the smoother skin of Brock's inner
trench.

Sean got the clue and pulled back to let me have at it.

I even heard him chuckle softly as I dove my face right between Brock's
buns. My fingers pulled at the edge of his hole, and I pressed my tongue
against the loosened seal of his pucker. Sean definitely had him primed and
ready, so I fought little resistance as my tongue entered him.

Sean's mouth was on my neck now, and his hand was rubbing my bare back
muscle between my shoulder blades.

I was enjoying this all, and as much as I generally went wild for an older
man's ass, the smoothness of the Cadet's cheeks against my face was turning
me on. But having Sean there with me, pawing at me, was what made me feel
like I was in heaven. I'd been around the block some, but I'd never
experienced THIS.

"So fuckin' hot watching you," Sean groaned after he pulled back for a
second to get his own front-row view of me in action.

I felt strangely proud when I leaned back. Brock's asslips were wet and
still drum tight. I pulled back and turned to see Sean's reaction, but I
saw a look only of pure lust. Before I processed it, Sean grabbed my head
with one hand, bringing my mouth to his in another deep kiss. Sean began
sucking my tongue into his mouth, as if to taste Brock's Cadet hole mixed
with my saliva. Sean broke our kiss, pulling my head back with his grasp
only to press my mouth back over Brock's pucker. "Get back in there," Sean
groaned with a little chuckle.

My tongue wormed back into Brock's tight tunnel as he whimpered again. Out
of the corner of my eye, I could see Sean biting and nibbling on the young
Cadet's smooth inner thigh.

We traded places once more. Sean aggressively ate Brock out some more. I
knew Sean's rimjobs were amazing, but it was another thing entirely to
watch Sean work, seeing his jaw flex, his neck muscle tighten. I wasn't a
novice to rimming, but I'd never done it as much as I craved sometimes. Now
I mentally took notes of Sean's technique, watching the way he was sucking
and fucking simultaneously with his tongue.

Sean finally pulled back, and I got to see his fat pink tongue, coated in
spit and Brock's juice, slip out from between Brock's now loosened
asslips. He softly blew on that wet winking hole, his pointer finger now
flicking at the crinkled folds. Sean wiped his mouth and looked hard at me,
holding my gaze as he smoothly sunk his thick digit into Brock's warm wet
insides.

I was in full copycat mode, bringing my own hand to the guy's now
spit-drenched trench. I playfully ran my fingers over Sean's, and when he
pulled back I watched my own digit enter into the Cadet's tightness. Sean
grinned then spit right on the connection of my finger and Brock's hole.

I looked up to gauge the Cadet's reaction. He was no longer lying back but
had now crunched his abs to lift his head up to look down at me and Sean,
working him over.

"You ready for Jim to show you your G-spot?" Sean growled, almost a barking
order.

Brock wasn't used to Sean's approach and probably wasn't used to this kind
of sex talk. He giggled some and I could see the white teeth of his smile
show.

Sean didn't let up, though. "That wasn't an answer, Cadet."

The young guy's face snapped into something more serious. "Um, yes,
Sergeant," he answered. I felt like I was witnessing Sean's sexual
magnetism from another vantage. I knew the effect he had on me, but now
Brock seemed under his spell in a way that made my cock rock hard. It
wasn't just that Sean was a tall, muscular specimen of a man, it was the
way he carried himself. And for Brock, there was probably the effect of
Sean's rank, too.

Sean must have had a small bottle of lube stashed close by as he was now
squeezing the clear slick over his forefinger and then mine. He nodded for
me to go first.

I did my best to live up to Sean's taunt. I pushed deeper into Brock's hole
and rooted around. Digging for gold, like I was pulling change from a
vending machine, I curled my finger up. The first prod felt good to Brock,
but it wasn't the magic button. But I rooted around some more and tried my
attack a half inch deeper.

"Oh God!" Brock gasped in surprise. "Shit!" The Cadet's smaller cock jerked
in instant response.

I didn't want to overstimulate the poor guy, but I gently tapped his butt
nut a couple of times

"You cherry, Cadet?" Sean asked in his deep bedroom voice. He was watching
me finger the young dude but also looking up regularly at Brock's splayed
body and cute face.

Brock lifted up his head, lazily. "No Sergent, a high school buddy did me a
couple of times. It was all right, but I'm not sure it felt as good as it
was supposed to."

"Oh, you'll know when it feels like it's supposed to," I interjected as I
took a firmer jab at his prostate.

I pulled back and as my finger slipped out of Brock's now relaxed ring,
Sean's pressed forward.

Sean began to work Brock's novice hole, back and forth and then doing his
own rooting around. He watched Brock's response, and a leer formed on his
handsome face.

"Tell me, Cadet... who hits your spots better?"

I could see a hesitation and nervousness in Brock's green eyes as he looked
between me and Sean. His voice was soft, but I could tell he was turned
on. "If I'm honest, Sergeant.... Jim does."

Sean laughed at that. He looked at me with a wink then nodded down at
Brock's trench, just before scooting to the side a little.

I got the hint, placing my finger there along with Sean's and pushing in
next to it.

We punched in together, the ring opening up around each of our combined
knuckles. Brock gasped briefly at the thicker invasion of his hole, but he
quickly got used to us. The sound was slippery and wet as Sean and I began
working the lube into his chute and stretching him open. At one point, Sean
and I pulled his hole open together, prying our fingers apart as Sean
pressed the tip of the bottle to his open hole and squeezed, filling his
chute directly with grease. For something not involving our dicks, it was
surprisingly erotic.

"Oh... God, guys," Brock hissed excitedly, his eyes wildly focused on us as
we prepped him. His young cock was seriously boned and throbbing on his
mostly smooth, firm belly.

My finger felt extra slick now, and Sean was adding a second finger next to
the ones already in Brock's tight hole, making three. I could tell Brock
found it uncomfortable but in a tantalizing way.

We didn't rush it. I took some time sucking Brock's cock and licking up the
inside of his thighs. Then Sean went up to lay next to him, one hand
holding up Brock's leg for him, making out with him while I did ass-opening
duty. I scissored two fingers in and out, and briefly added a third. Pretty
soon the Cadet was whining into Sean's mouth and squirming, and definitely
ready to be fucked.

"My boyfriend's pretty hung," Sean said as he stroked Brock's smooth and
built chest. "I'll go first and let you get to used to it."

"Aw yeah," the Cadet hissed.

Sean's words got me rock hard. I loved how we hadn't had to spell out what
was going to happen. Sean and I were going to fuck Brock. It had been
understood somehow from the start.

I pulled my fingers from Brock's open and relaxed chute, and the excess
lube dripped out from between his asslips, down his fuzzy wet taint and
onto the sheets. Sean and I both got up, standing at the edge of the bed,
erections at full mast, leaving the Cadet on his back, knees up, as he
looked up at us with excited lust.

I didn't know Brock's story, and given the circumstances I probably
wouldn't after the sex either. But I could see something in his eyes, a
longing. Like he'd dreamed of doing something like this, even if the
reality was surpassing his masturbation fantasy or youthful imagination.

Sean took a second to stroke his big cock as he looked down at our young
conquest, then he reached over to the nightstand. "If ya need it, and ya
might," he said, tossing the now familiar little brown bottle. It landed on
Brock's chest next to his dogtags.

The teen grinned, and I could tell he knew what poppers were, maybe from
porn, I don't know. He seemed both intrigued and intimidated by the idea of
them. He looked up at Sean, communicating his hesitation, and almost asking
the NCO for permission.

Sean stepped up between the Cadet's open thighs, cock in hand, showing off
his erection some. "You don't gotta use them, Cadet. It's up to you," he
said, running his rough finger along Brock's hole to scoop up enough spare
lube to apply to his rigid prick. "But I have a feeling they'll make you
really enjoy this a lot more."

I thought of my own first time using them, with David my professor fuck
buddy. I wondered if I looked as green as Brock here as he lifted up the
bottle.

Sean was already bending his knees to bring his groin in close and then
running the thick drippy head up and down the young guy's crack, coating
his cock in more lube before lining it up with that horny hole. He watched
Brock fumble with the bottle and added, "Maybe wait till I'm about to tap
ya, kid... then take a nice big huff.."

Brock nodded, grateful for the instruction. He seemed poised, maybe a
little nervous, but almost ready for something he'd dreamed of for a long
time. His green eyes locked with Sean as my boyfriend pressed his hips
forward firmly.

Sean gripped one of the kid's wrestler-sized thighs. The Sergeant Major was
definitely a man on a mission when it came to Cadet tail, and his dark eyes
looked focused as he took deeper breaths of air. Brock whimpered and winced
for a second. I gathered this wasn't the full penetration but the definite
start.

Sean nodded, and eagerly Brock held the bottle up to his nose and took a
couple deep whiffs, one in each nostril. I knew Sean well enough to know he
was being very patient, far more patient than he wanted. But the rush hit
the Cadet, and Sean took advantage of it, spearing into the young stud.

I watched all that beefy pale muscle go reddened and flush as Brock felt
that deep desire. His nostrils flared, even if that bottle was at his sides
now. His dick didn't go down in the least.

Millimeter after millimeter of Army cock pushed inside the young man's
tightness. I was now standing a little off to the side, watching Brock's
supine body and Sean in control between those thick legs. I could see
Sean's ass cheeks clench as he pushed all of that dick inside the young
Cadet.

Brock hissed and at a couple of times clenched the bedsheets, but he took
it like a man. The moaning gasp caught inside Brock's throat, his green
eyes looking open and submissive as Sean began a shallow but forceful
thrust. Sean's dogtags now softly jingled with his now steady pumping
motion.

I watched Brock's face. He knew know that he had some definite high rank
fucking his hole now. His eyes showed it.

My recent argument with Sean had me wondering about sex roles. I wondered
if there was anything to guys being "natural" bottoms or "natural" tops or
versatile. Particularly since either role seemed to be something you had to
learn, at least to do well.

This Cadet here seemed to be both a natural and a learned bottom. He
clearly had the urge and the deep desire to be fucked. Now that Sean was
pumping steadily into him, Brock's body was responding with amazing
openness to the act, his legs spread wide as the young man held them apart,
his pale skin flushing red from the sexual excitement. His dogtogs were now
clinking, too, from the force of each of Sean's strong thrusts. It was like
young Brock was learning to be the sexual man he had always wanted to
become.

I crawled onto the bed down next to the Cadet. At first he didn't turn to
look at me, his focus was so intent on the top showing him a new dimension
of fucking. I could see Brock's firm pecs bouncing with each of Sean's
powerful thrusts and that ever hard erection sticking up from between his
spread legs. I placed my hand on his smooth chest and felt the warmth of
his skin.

Brock looked up at me, a dazed look on his cute face. I wrapped my arm
under his buzzed head, and his green eyes held mine. I smiled down on him,
knowing first-hand what a Sean Carter fuck felt like. Sean for his part was
leaning down, not far enough to kiss, but reasserting the three-way
connection.

I felt almost like an exhibitionist as I met Brock in a kiss. He grunted
into my mouth but was less passive now, and I felt his soft tongue plunge
in between my lips.

I was keenly aware of Sean's gaze as I slid my hand down the Cadet's chest,
down his abs, and then to his solid, leaking shank. As I wrapped my hand
around that leaking dick, Brock arched his back, feeling the double
stimulation.

I kissed Brock a little deeper, then we pulled apart once Sean started
thrusting harder. Brock could take it, and moreover seemed to love it.

"THAT's what it's supposed to feel like," I taunted, before I removed my
hand.

Brock looked at me in shock, surprised at the sensations coursing through
his body, and he nodded. "Oh God." He reached down to stroke his dick, but
I grabbed his wrist to stop him. That made the kid writhe more against the
mattress, turned on and frustrated at the same time.

It was too much for Sean, and I heard the familiar sounds of his orgasm
rumble.

I looked up at the big muscled NCO, jaw tight, eyes set. "Ungh!" Sean
grunted, as a thin sheen of sweat coated the olive-complected skin of his
flexing body and matted the dark hairs of his body. His dogtags clanked
faster now. I watched big hands grip Brock's thighs tight and pull the
Cadet hard onto his cock.

It was amazing to watch Sean Carter cum. Pure masculinity, but mid-orgasm
his face twisted into an almost pained expression. I'd seen it before, but
too often I'd had my mouth around his cock or was dealing with my own
pleasure. Now, I was able to watch and appreciate the view of it all.

Brock's attention had gone back fully to Sean, accepting the Grade-A Army
spunk. Sean was getting a good nut in Brock, all right.

Sean knew to go slow as he began to withdraw. There was a soft wet smack as
Brock's body finally relaxed, his breath finally exhaling. It was only then
that I realized how much tension Brock had kept in his body.

Sean, meanwhile, had a smug look of sexual contentment on his face, his
still rigid cock was still dribbling with seed.

But with the cockiness came the friendliness that followed. Sean patted
Brock's thigh and urged him to lower them for a minute's rest. "Ready for
somethin' bigger, Cadet?" he asked. It was worded as a question, but it had
a hint of an order behind it.

Brock looked over at me and nodded. We hadn't let him come, so he was
clearly keyed up. As I scooted off the bed and got into place, he reached
for the vial of poppers at his side.

"Not gonna lie, Kid, Jim here's got a baseball bat," Sean said as he
crawled onto the bed next to Brock. They both watched as I lubed my cock,
then nudged Brock to lift his legs again. The Cadet's pink hole was now
loosened and majorly wet with lube, juice, and Sean's fresh load.

I gripped his right calf and grunted at the sight. It'd been so long since
I topped, and now my cock was harder than ever with anticipation. I wasted
no time gripping my shaft and bringing the tip of my 8-inch dick to his
already fucked asslips. I watched as I lined my cock in place, nudging it
in for a toe hold.

"You got this, Cadet," I heard Sean mutter softly. Their faces were close,
Sean was grinning, and I could sense their bond as military men. They
kissed softly, not romantically, but without the heavy tongue I'd used with
Brock.

My prick was leaking bad and I smeared it on Brock's pucker.

Brock was now the one with a grin as they broke their kiss. Sean's
expression was more concerned. "You might need another huff," he cautioned.

I watched Brock take a long, slow drag of poppers, the little bottle in his
hand, pressed to one nostril. That was my queue. I nudged in my prick,
feeling the initial openness of his hole spread around my cock head before
I felt the inevitable tightness. Brock clearly felt me now. I knew I was
thicker than Sean, much thicker, so I knew not to just shove in. But that
ass was tight and smooth inside.

I pushed in at a reasonable pace, not so slow that Brock's pucker would
seize up, but not so fast to make him uncomfortable. Brock nodded with a
tight lip as he took another hit of poppers. The young guy exhaled, and his
tightness loosened just a bit more to let me press in another inch or
two. I moaned myself at the hot heat now enveloping my cock head, knowing
that I was now pushing Sean's load even deeper into Brock's tunnel.

The pace did the trick. Soon, I was buried balls deep in that snug, moist
Cadet hole.

"Fuck!" I cried.

Brock let out a similar cry now that I'd lodged past his now open internal
tightness. His chute had a tight grip around my 8-inch length. I let go of
his calf as I let both my hands grip the back of his thighs, pressing his
legs closer to his chest.

It was strange to see Sean shift from his dominant streak into coach
mode. "Another," he urged Brock, patting the guy's pecs.

"Yeah," Brock hissed. I could tell he felt my size. My thrusts were shallow
as Brock seemed to finally begin accommodating my girth and length. Sean's
semen was copious and felt terrifically slick around my cock.

Brock brought the vial up one more time and took a couple swift sniffs. I
gave it a second, then began to move my hips to drag my extra wide cock
from the Cadet's hot depths. I paused at the edge, only to plunge back in
to the base. Then again, I hit deeper into his bowels.

"Aw fuck," Brock cried, his body now clinging to Sean.

"You like 'em big, don't you?" I asked as I started to fuck Brock at a good
pace. Maybe I was playing things up for Sean.

Brock lay back and nodded, the poppers still in his hand as he took smaller
hits to stave off any unwillingness of his hole to take me. "Oh man! It's
so big..." he cried.

Sean had his arm wrapped around Brock's shoulder, holding his body as I
made his tight, round little muscles jostle with each thrust. A couple of
times he let go of his cock to keep from cumming before I finished inside
him. It was a battle I was pretty sure Brock wasn't going to win.

"I didn't hear your answer," I growled as I gave a deeper thrust. Sean's
verbal nature in the sack was rubbing off on me.

"Fuck yes," the Cadet practically barked, rasing his head off the bed to
look at me from between his open thighs. "Your cock is huge."

"You're getting it in spades, stud. Scored two big ones tonight." I looked
over at Sean to communicate my excitement over this threeway-fuck. He
looked on with a matching expression. He'd gotten his rocks off, but he was
into this.

"Man you guys are incredible," Brock said, looking over at Sean next to him
and then at me. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

I gave him what he asked for. Riding Brock's heightened sexual state, I
fucked faster and faster. I could feel the connection between my cock and
Brock's ass grow real wet and tacky, undoubtedly some from Sean's
semen. Indeed, I Iooked down and saw the frothy mix of lube and Sean's load
oozing out from between my pistoning shaft and Brock's asslips. If it were
possible, I went even faster.

Then a thought occurred to me. "Anyone you been dreaming of doing this to
you?"

He nodded. Jackpot. The kid had some long-running fantasy.

"Who? Who you been holding out on?" I asked as I power fucked him, skin
slapping skin. There was a blast of cool air as I suddenly felt the sweat
all over my body.

"Colonel Stansell," he hissed. His hand hovered inches over his aching rod
as he did his best to restrain himself from jacking off.

"Go right for that Officer dick, huh?" I sneered, working up pretty close
to my own orgasm. "Why don't you jerk off imagining that Colonel Stansell
has a fat eight-inch cock pounding your hole."

Brock was beside himself with delirious lust. His head fell back into
Sean's shoulder and he looked up at me wild-eyed. My order was the
permission he needed to grip his bone and tug it two, maybe three times,
before it started jetting spurts of young seed on his ripped abs and smooth
chest.

"Goddamn!" he grunted, as he lifted his shoulders off the bed as he had
what I just knew was the most intense orgasm of his life.

I'd almost forgotten the feel of a man's clenching guts around my prick,
but the intensity of Brock's cum was milking me with rhythmic pulses of
tightness. I'd been trying to hold off up until this point, and the beer
I'd had was helping, but now my ejaculation was going to come, fast.

I pressed harder down on his bent thighs, my hips losing all rhythm. My
dick swelled then exploded in his guts. Even in one of those
half-out-of-body orgasms, I knew my ass muscles were jerking with the need
to pound off inside Brock for my final strokes.

Sean looked on, grinning as he watched my facial expression twist with
exerted pleasure. Brock probably didn't even notice I was jizzing inside
him, but I was, and good. Maybe it was an unconscious thing, but I swear my
nuts were trying to pump out a load to outdo Sean's.

Either way, the Cadet's conquered hole was good and sauced when I slowly
and finally pulled out. I watched his ring try to close back up, but not
fully. Sean's dredged-out load oozed out with my own fresh deposit. It was
a lewd sight, the way it smeared down Brock's fuzzy, lube-wet crack before
Brock finally lowered his legs.

Sean scooted off the bed and my lips met Sean's, hungry for our own
connection after our attention had been on Brock. We made out as Brock
caught his breath. Eventually, the Cadet got off the bed and met us for a
nice threeway make out session. Sean had one arm wrapped around Brock and
one around me. If I hadn't blown such a hard load inside Brock, I probably
would have chubbed up again at the three-way kiss.

Sean broke the kiss and gave me a reassuring wink before turning to
Brock. "How was it, buddy?" he asked. "Everything you wanted?" It was Sean
working that friendly mode with Brock, and I made note of his words. I'd
felt like Brock was the one who gave everything Sean and I wanted, but I
remembered that, yeah, the kid had fulfilled some major fantasy of his own,
too.

He was beaming, smirking a little as if he were a little kid trying to act
like an adult. Precociously mature. "Absolutely. You guys are incredible."

I patted the Cadet's smooth, round ass and stepped back. My prick swinging
heavy now, I went over to my bag to fetch the bourbon bottle I'd packed,
then picked up a few plastic cups from the minibar area. "Gentlemen, I
think that deserves a toast."

We were in a jovial mood after, and it was fun to hang out with Brock, all
of us nude in the king-sized bed and sipping bourbon till two in the
morning before the drink and sex and the day's excitement caught up with
us.

I assumed Brock would be heading back to his hotel, but when Sean said,
"feel like crashing here, man?" our visitor readily agreed. We got ready
for bed and soon were snuggling together under the covers, me in the middle
between Sean and Brock. It wasn't my first threesome, but I decided this
was how threesomes should be.

*****

I woke up early. Very early. Sean still was lying next to me on his back,
sleeping soundly and snoring softly. His powerful chest rose with each
breath as his face looked both rugged and tranquil. I looked to my other
side. The spot where Brock had slept in our bed now was empty, but as I ran
my hand over the spot, I could tell the sheets were still warm.

It was then that I noticed the shower was running in the bathroom. A glance
at the clock, which read 6:15, made me guess that our Cadet had to be back
to his hotel before the buses took off.

I don't always wake up with raging morning wood, but I sure did that
morning. I gripped my cock under the covers and gave it a squeeze. I looked
over at Sean. He was sound asleep, and I don't know, I think I was in a
horny frame of mind that made me want a continuation of last night. I slid
out of the sheets, my bobbing erection leading the way as I padded to the
bathroom. Who knows, I thought, Brock might not even be up for anything.

"Hey," I greeted after I walked into the steamy bathroom, my eyes squinting
at the bright halogen lights as I scratched my bed head with one
hand. "Mind I join you?" I asked with a sleepy tone.

Wet with just his dogtags, Brock looked past the fogged glass shower wall
and saw me there, sleepy except for my large hardon. He gave a chuckle,
probably at my clear lust. "Uh, yeah, sure."

I opened the glass door and got in. Brock made room for me to step in and
under the spray. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, brushing it back and
away from my face. With the water pelting my neck and back, I took the soap
from his hands and started lathering his back. I generally focused on older
guys and had a thing for their bodies, but feeling Brock's tight muscle on
his shorter body, I could see the appeal and realize some of what drew Sean
to younger guys. Especially when I stepped in close, pressing my chest to
his back, I could run my hands up and down the Cadet's front, which was
fairly smooth and ripped from his abs to his chest.

"That's nice," he whispered, turning his head, and I ventured further
down. The young dude was hard as steel. I soaped up his smaller erection
and stroked it gently.

"You did great last night," I said, kissing behind his ear. I couldn't help
it, I bent my knees, lowering my cock so I could nudge my hips forward till
my erection pressed into his soapy crack.

He gave a soft laugh. "I didn't think I could handle your size," he said,
"but it was great."

"You really do like em big, don't you?" I asked, my voice quiet. Last
night, the statement was a sex talk taunt, but I was curious now what made
this Cadet tick.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think I do," he replied. "I've seen some porn with big
ones, but it's amazing to see a dick like yours in real life." He leaned
back against my wet body. "The Sergeant Major's too," he added.

With my hands still wrapped around him, I squatted down a few more inches
to line up with his probably still tender hole. Brock lifted his leg enough
for me to slide my fat cock head back into his still lubed hole. Last
night's activity had loosened the young Army man up and it didn't take much
effort to press inward.

Brock lifted his arms, bending forward even more to place his hands on the
shower wall to brace himself. I slowly pressed in even deeper. "Yes," he
hissed now that I was just about half in him.

I ran my hands up and down his back and reached over to turn off the
shower, which was now spraying on Brock's head. I was feeling more and more
friction, and not the good kind. It was chafing my cock and from Brock's
wincing sounds, I gathered he was feeling uncomfortable, too.

With perfect timing Sean opened the shower door. "Guys, you might want
this." He had a bottle of lube in his hand and he handed it to me.

I grinned, blushing a little and getting caught dipping my dick into the
Cadet hole once again. At least Sean didn't seem pissed off. Rather, he
stood outside the shower and stroked his beefy erect cock as he watched me
lube up and enter Brock once more. The Cadet was squirting a dollop into
his palm and was now stroking off in rhythm to my thrusts, bracing his
upper body now with just one hand, the tube of lube now discarded on the
floor of the shower.

I let out a couple of grunts, and Brock hissed in excitement, but mostly it
was a symphony of slick, squishy sounds mixed with the tinkling of
dogtags. My prick pounding Brock's ass, Brock and Sean masturbating. Even
without the poppers, Brock was now opened up enough to take me, and I knew
I didn't need to go as hard or as long to get off as I did last night.

I wasn't sure when Sean came, but Brock fired off before me, grunting
excitedly as he had his second proper anal-driven orgasm. The tightness had
me jizzing in no time, too, spurting my morning load deep into the Cadet's
bowels. When I finally pulled out, my dick was still firm and I was feeling
a rush. Looking over at Sean, he gave me a wink and flicked his own excess
semen into the sink before washing his hands.

He picked up a bottle of ibuprofen out of his toiletries bag. "I came in
here because of my goddamn hangover," he deadpanned, his wide, rippled back
to us, popping a couple of the tablets as he chased it with some
water. "But thanks for the show."

With that he padded back out to go back to bed. Brock and I smirked guilty
at each other while I reached over to turn the shower back on to rinse off
the lube and semen.

*****

Sean and I came back to the room after breakfast. His hangover was abating,
and I was waking up from the food and the coffee.

Sean had a knowing grin on his face as he sat down on the bed, still in his
Army zip-up fleece and jeans.

"What?" I asked, still in my own olive drab Army hoodie as I took off my
black Army cap and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I have to admit I thought you were lying about being into topping," he
replied.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I was laughing more than pissed
off. I guess getting laid that morning had helped my mood.

He looked at me, and I think he was trying to see if I was genuinely
offended. "You wouldn't be the first guy I've met who really liked
bottoming, maybe a little too much, and decided he had to prove himself."

"You think I'm trying to prove myself?" I replied.

He shook his head. "Nope. Can't fake the way you pounded that
Cadet. Fucking impressive to watch. I know my way around a pussy and even I
was taking a few mental notes."

I shook my head at Sean's crudeness. It's what I loved about him, but it
was a bit much sometimes. A thought occurred to me. "So was this a test?"

"Aw nothing like that, Big Guy. Listen.... honest, I feel bad I can't give
you what you want."

"You do give me what I want," I objected.

"Not all of what you want."

"No," I admitted. I wasn't sure if this threesome was part of his plan to
get me fucking other guys as a way around his own unwillingness to bottom.

He cocked a grin and patted the bed. "Come here, Big Guy," he growled.

I wished I could resist Sean's appeal more. I came over and sat on the bed
next to him.

He put his arm around me, pulling my body close. I could smell the citrus
and sweet tobacco of his cologne, and while I didn't get a hardon, I felt a
sexual excitement from the closeness.

"You know," I said. "I thought I'd be jealous last night. But I wasn't. I
guess sex is kind of our bond."

Sean smirked and I could see his brown eyes brighten some. "Jimmy... I
fucking love that you're a horndog, too. Trust me," he said. He brought his
lips to my hair, just above my temple.

I nodded. "I don't know," I said. "I don't have a lot of dating experience,
but I know sex is really important to me."

Sean smirked. He knew what I meant. I continued with a shy smirk of my own,
"I mean... with us, the sex is off the charts amazing," I said. Sean's
brash nature made me feel like I could be forthright in talking so openly
about sex, even more than with other men.

"I would agree, Hot Stuff," Sean nodded.

I took a deep breath.  "But I like the other stuff, too," I said. "The
romance part."

Sean sighed. "Me, too Big Guy." He gave me a look that was more vulnerable
than I was expecting. Wrapping his arm more tightly around my shoulder, he
pulled me close into an embrace that felt as soft as his muscles felt
hard. It felt good to be held by him.

"Trust me, the threesomes are more of a rare occasion thing for me. And I'm
not gonna push anything on you, Jim. I had fun last night, and I hope you
did, too."

"I did," I said, reflecting on my experience the prior evening. "A lot. I
liked that you were there, too."

"Well, if the opportunity arises, the right guy, we can try it again some
time. Be we don't gotta, OK?"

"Yeah," I said. I liked that idea. Us being open to fun, together, but Sean
acknowledging my hesitation.

His expression got more serious, and he pulled me into a kiss. It was a
nice soft kiss. Not horny, more romantic. I responded immediately. Sean
pulled me closer and held me, guiding me back onto the bed, the sheets
unmade, our combined body weight feeling heavy on the softness of the
mattress.

The soft, sensual makeout session got more worked up as I rolled on top of
him, my arms around his neck as his hands slid up my back through my hoodie
and over my firm, round ass in my jeans. I was throwing hard now. I was
surprised I was ready to go again so soon, but Sean had that effect on
me. I had a feeling he was feeling similarly turned on.

"Fuck, this is nice," I hissed as we broke our kiss, my hand running over
his bristled fade as I stared down at his deep brown eyes.

Sean nodded and brushed my blond hair back. "It is, Jim." He looked over at
the clock. "We got about two hours till check out... what do you say we
take our time for this one?" he asked with a growl as he rolled me over
onto my back, pinning me under his body this time.

"Yes," I said and gave a grunt of my own as Sean roughly grabbed my wrists
and pulled them up to pin them to the bed next to my head as he swooped in
for another deep, tongue-heavy kiss.

We made check out, but barely.