Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 14:32:09 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 49 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn't make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. NAVAL TRADITION PART SIX: BASEBALL DREAMS Chapter Forty-Nine Salem, Virginia. July 2007 I only knew that I needed proper hiking boots. Sean Carter would take care of the rest: tent, packs, food, bags, and every needed provision. My Army boyfriend could get in bossy mode sometimes, and way back in January he'd brought up the idea of a camping trip when I had a free stretch. Before leaving my sports retail job in Norfolk, I took advantage of my store discount to get a pair of boots, and they spent the first part of the summer sitting in a corner of the room I shared for the new baseball season. I wasn't playing AA ball, not yet. Instead I was spending my summer in the western part of Virginia, playing for the Salem Avalanche, the high-A team in the Astros' system. One benefit was that the Carolina League games were close enough for people to come see me play... Dad with Jack, Dad without Jack, and of course Sean. Hell, Holt and Scott even came to a couple, which is a couple more than Holt ever saw of me playing in college. And Salem was right next to the mountains, where Sean had planned a couple of days of hiking and camping on a challenging loop trail nearby, during a free stretch in my schedule in July, corresponding to the All-Star Break in the majors. Come early morning of the hike, I double checked that I had my duffle bag of clothes and a spare pair of sneakers for after the hike. I was rooming with a guy, Mike, who was in his second year in high-A, Mike. I did my best not to disturb him as I got ready. I got a text from Sean. "Ready?" I flung my bag over my shoulder as Mike slept away, and I tiptoed out of our shared room quietly. Sean's white Jeep Cherokee was idling out front, and as I got closer I could see the military man sitting patiently with one wrist flung over the steering wheel, his thick bicep sticking out from the hem of his black military-logo T. Even from beneath his aviator sunglasses, Georgia ballcap, and morning stubble, I could see the playful excitement in his face as he watched me get in. "Mornin', Hot Stuff," he growled, his drawl heavy, nodding down to the cup holder. "I got ya a coffee. A muffin, too, if you want." "Morning, Chief," I said with a smile as I settled in, placing my stuff in the back seat and strapping on my seat belt. "You're gonna make a morning person out of me, aren't you?" Sean laughed at that but didn't reply. He took a second to look at me, really look at me, like he wanted to kiss me. Instead, he reached over and gripped my shoulder, giving it a strong squeeze. "Dayumn... has it really been a month?" he asked. I felt a tingling in my insides. Seeing Sean made me realize how tough the baseball season was for me. "Feels like longer," I admitted. He gave my delt another grip then let go. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, reaching down for the still hot coffee cup. Cream, no sugar - as I always took it. The trailhead was real close to town, and we got there early enough to snag a parking spot. Sean told me to take my time with my breakfast as he opened the back of his Jeep and pulled out the packs and began organizing everything. I knew that in addition to being an outdoors enthusiast, Sean had tons of experience carrying large packs for military exercises and missions. Rucking, he called it. He put my clothes in one of the large backpacks and lifted it up to gauge the weight, curling it like a set of dumbells. "Yours will be heavy at first," he said. "But I packed most of the water in here, so it will get a lot lighter as we go along." "I'm good, Chief," I said, maybe a little annoyed. I may have been new to rugged hiking, but I was no stranger to hard workouts. "I'm pretty in shape, you know." I knew Sean was looking out for me as a novice hiker, but I didn't like how he could underestimate me sometimes. He had a contrite look on his face, his shades now resting in the neck of his T-shirt "I know," he said. "I guess I just want you to enjoy this enough to wanna do it again in the future sometime." I hadn't thought of it like that, but I realized that behind Sean taking charge of my days off was his desire to share his love of nature for me. That made me smile some. "I'm up for it, Sean," I said, taking the pack from his grasp, letting our fingers touch before feeling its weight and trying it on. I slipped it over my shoulders, the back frame feeling unfamiliar but the weight distributed well enough. We made a couple of final adjustments and took advantage of the makeshift facilities by the trail. Sean helped me adjust the straps and clip them across my chest and around my waist. Then we headed off. The morning was tough. Steep ascent, and lots of rocks to climb over. I had the enthusiasm and the adrenaline to power through, but it was a different use of muscles than I normally engaged. Sean let me set the pace and walked behind me. He even signaled a couple of times for breaks. We talked some the first thirty minutes but then got into a quiet focus. The more strenuous it got, the more zen like it felt. My mind did begin to wander to Dad. I had this mortified feeling about what would happen if Sean, or anyone for that matter, found out I'd had sex with my father. I didn't think about it all the time, of course, but it was a secret I carried around in me. Profound in how forbidden it was. Mostly I was glad, feeling fortunate really, that I'd had the chance for that experience, but there was that nagging part of me that worried I wasn't normal, that the secret I carried would always be a wedge with Sean, or any guy I dated. Dad was out at sea now, I reflected. I'd been used to his cycle of deployment and return since I was a kid. In the beginning, I remember it being hard. I was just told Dad didn't want to go, but had to. When I got older it got a little easier, just my normal experience, I suppose. But now I could start to see things more from my father's eyes. What it must be like for him to pick up and leave home for months at a time. I had a hard time not seeing Sean for a month, but now I had the realization that Dad would be away from Jack for much longer. "Take a break?" Sean asked from behind me. Snapping me out of my reverie. "Yeah," I said. I was trying to be macho and not stop too much. Sean probably knew that. We took a seat on a nearby boulder and broke into the water for the first time. Sean had packed a good bit, but it had to last us for the first day, since the trail lacked any water sources. His sunglasses were now nestled in the crook of his sweat-dampened T-shirt since we had tree cover for the moment. I couldn't help but look at him. His face was handsome as fuck with that dark stubble coming in. The whole morning I had been focused on our journey, but now my desire for him was coming up strong. I took a swig of water and handed it back to him. I watched as he brought the water bottle to his rough lips, tilting his head back as his Adam's apple bobbed with each chug. I took a quick look up and down the trail and leaned in closer to him. I lowered my voice to a whisper. It was just us on the trail at that moment, but you never know. "Um, you want a blowjob, Chief?" I asked. That caught Sean off guard and made him laugh as he pulled the water bottle from his mouth. He was the one used to catching me off my toes, not the other way around. "I guess the shy Jim McGrath from a year ago is gone, huh?" he smirked and he wiped his lips with the pad of his thumb. Indeed, it was almost a year since Sean's homecoming and his trip to see me in Tennessee. I'd blown him on a day hike, given him his first Bulldozer Special, but only after he did his "pretty please" act and flashed a hangdog expression with those brown eyes of his. Now, I was the initiator. I stood up and stepped up in front of him, my smile giving way to a lusty expression, I know. "You didn't answer my question, sir." I didn't often drop the S word, but I was getting horny, fast. Sean nodded and quickly stood. Our packs were still at our feet as he held me around my waist, pulling me in gently. My lips moved up towards his, and my fingers gripped the back of his damp T. Our lips met. It was our first kiss since seeing each other. I felt his slight suction, then his tongue pushing into my mouth. We might have time for a slower, more romantic makeout session later, but for now we both knew we needed to connect, physically. Already Sean was reaching down to undo his shorts. "Let me suck you first, though, Jimmy," he hissed as he broke our kiss. "I don't enjoy sucking as much if I've already cum." It was the first time Sean had admitted that to me, and I was surprised, since he'd often taken care of me orally after fucking me, if I didn't get off from that alone. Still, I was into the idea of getting service and pleased that Sean was more eager to blow me. "Yeah," I answered, nodding and quickly undoing my own shorts while looking around to make sure the coast was still clear. I opened my fly, reaching into my briefs and hauling out my fast-hardening cock. Sean grinned at me as he had his own magnificent prick out as well, already stroking it in his fist. "Fuck, this is crazy," Sean said looking up at me as he crouched down and took off his cap, setting it gently on the ground. No nonsense, he lifted the now solid shaft of my prick in his hand and brought the plump, pink head to his lips. I could tell he was into the slight riskiness of this. The openness. I bit my lip to make sure I kept quiet as he began sucking half my prick while holding the remaining shaft. Even through the pleasure, I didn't lose sight of my task, looking both directions back and forth, even as Sean blew me. Maybe that risk let me last longer, but I was super primed up. My balls wanted to burst, and yet I knew I could enjoy at least another minute of his blowjob. I reached down and gripped the back of Sean's skull, where I could feel the soft bristle of his fade. Sean now had gotten pretty good at blowing me. Taking too much of my fat cock didn't work well for him, but if he focused on the top three to four inches, he could get a nice comfortable suck and suction that could get me off quick. "Sean!" I gasped, as he pumped the rest of my length in his grasp. I clenched my eyes a second and tried to choke back a louder growl. The more intense pleasure came fast, surprisingly fast. I was cumming now, spurting hard and heavy into his craw. I heard him moan around my load, and like a trooper, he sucked me down, matching each heavy shot with a swallow of his own. Even lightheaded with my cum, I still kept my lookout. Sean had a naughty grin when he stood up. My cock was still out. He took my chin in his fingers, lifting my lips to his. He kissed me, letting me taste the lingering bit of my own sperm on his lips and tongue. "All right, kiddo," he hissed, a little out of breath as he grinned, tipping his chin down towards his now rock hard cock. Unlike Sean, I was just as eager to suck after nutting, even after a heavy cum. I enjoyed the way it let me ride the sexual high just a little longer, without the outright stimulation of genital contact. Sean watched me slip to my haunches and steady my body with my hands on his knotted quads. His fly was open and solid cock already out, ready for servicing. Not wanting to take my time, I angled my face so that the leaking tip of his cock brushed my lips. I tasted the fresh sap and lapped at the flared head for a second while Sean took off my ballcap. Playfully, he slipped it on his own head, and I watched as he looked up and around to check that we were alone. That look was a reminder not to prolong this. I took his hard shaft between my lips and curled my tongue around it. "Yes," came Sean's soft growl. His big fingers ran through the blond curls on my forehead and up to the crown of my head, combing into my longer hair as I started blowing him. But he didn't pull me onto his cock like I somewhat expected. Instead, it was like he wanted to keep me on that part of his cock instead. I took more of him further into my mouth, the thick shaft filling the entrance of my throat as he let his hips gently rock in time with my suction. My fingers wandered up and under his shirt, over his furry, cobblestoned abs. I was feeling the urgency now. Since I'd gotten off, I was more concerned with not getting caught. But it had been too long since I'd sucked Sean Carter, and I wanted to give him a great blowjob. Sean knew what was coming. I looked up at him, his head keeping a look out as I could see the muscles in his neck tense. I shut my eyes as I relaxed my gullet, letting it slip around the head, swallowing the flared gland as I finally took him into my throat. I moaned as I took more, my esophagus pulsing around his spearing cock as I kept going, taking down his length. Sean whimpered above me. "Uf, yeah," he said quietly. I now mashed my nose into his pubes, feeling his balls now tap my chin. I held him there, letting him savor the warm throbbing tightness around his cock as his hands clasped the back of my skull. I slowly pulled off, Sean sighing deeply as his cockhead reached the edge of my throat once more, only for me to swallow him down again. "UNGGH," the Soldier grunted, not helping himself as I bottomed out, this time humming around his shaft. My fingers gripped his abs as I pulled off him once more, this time letting his cock slide back into my mouth as I could now feel just how stretched my throat had been. We both caught our breaths. He was close, I knew it. So I took him back into my throat, my hands sliding over his torso under his shirt. The flared head slipped back through the ring of my gullet. I pulled off, letting it stretch around the corona. Sean grunted again, his stance staggering. I swallowed the head again, letting it ride the edge of my throat. Quicker, faster, I went Bulldozer on his rigid prick. Sean's grip on my neck and head tightened, his grunts getting more desperate. His cock swelled and a split second later, the first salty blast went right down my throat. I immediately pulled back, the second shot exploding across my tongue as I began sucking down his salty cream. It was my turn to moan as Sean cock unloaded his pent up rounds, his hips tensing with each following blast until it was just a slow dribble. I nursed a little bit on his softening dick, then it finally slipped from my lips. When I looked up at him, Sean was grinning from ear to ear. He reached down, and helped me up, hands already around me as he kissed me. My own hands wrapped around him as his tongue began licking up any trace of sperm I had in my mouth. When our kiss finally broke, we just smiled at each other. Sean's eyes quickly looked back over the trail as we finally let one another go. We both tucked our drained dicks away and made ourselves presentable. "Well, that was fun, Hot Stuff," Sean said as his eyes swept over my form once more. "I think I like the new naughty Jim." "Yeah, Chief?" I replied. "You must think I'm a goody two shoes or something." He laughed as he picked up his own ballcap off the ground. "Oh I KNOW you're a goody two shoes. It's what makes you so hot to fuck, Jim." We put on our packs again and soon were on our way again. Sean was more talkative this time. "I figure we got about 45 minutes to our first stopping point." "That wasn't our first stopping point?" I asked with a look back that let him know my meaning. He chuckled. "Not that kind of stopping point Jimmy... though sometimes the unplanned things are the best part of a hike, huh?" I soon was too winded to speak in more than short phrases, but I enjoyed hearing Sean talk about stuff. Telling stories about Scouts when he was a kid, or his military training exercises where everything that could go wrong seemed to. We reached a clearing, and it was like the world opened up for us. There was a brief exposed ridge with a view of the other mountain range, then an outcrop of rock with a good vantage. Another couple was there, sitting and enjoying the view, but it didn't spoil the specialness of it. We set down our packs and Sean seemed to enjoy watching my clear pleasure in the scenery. "Nice, huh? It doesn't compare to some of the views out West...." he explained. "It's pretty fucking nice," I countered. We nodded hello to the earlier hikers and made some small talk, then found a spot on the other side of the rock, a little way from them. We took a seat on the flat rock, and rested and enjoyed the view. I checked with Sean to make sure I wasn't drinking too much water, but I was thirsty and sweaty as fuck. The summer dewy coolness was quickly warming up to July humidity. The elevation helped, but with the sun beating on us, not a lot. "We're good, Jim," he said. "We've brought enough for today." He patiently waited and then took a good sip himself before flipping the cap back on. "I've been meaning to ask. You heard from Matt?" he asked, taking off his Georgia ball cap to wipe his brow and let his sweaty, matted crew-cut dry out some. Matt had deployed back in January. I nodded. "A few weeks ago," I replied. "We were able to video chat, even. He's doing OK. We talked about doing some trip this fall when he gets back." "You should," Sean said. My boyfriend knew I'd prioritize seeing him with my free time off season, but he also knew family and friends were important to me. "When's the last time you guys did that?" I leaned back on my hands and chuckled. "Never. At least other than as a family trip. But it would be cool." I paused. "I didn't know if the gay thing would make us grow apart." I remember Matt being so nonchalant when I came out to him. I guess his days at the Naval Academy were still fresh. He was reserved and a bit stoic as he seemed unsurprised to hear that I was gay. Sean was normally brash and wisecracking, but he just listened and let me talk. "Did it?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think he cares, really. Maybe there's a part of me that worries he does... I guess of all my brothers we're the closest." "I'm not one to talk," Sean said. "But if you can keep up the close family bonds, you should." I took a look at him as he took in the vista. He was a big tough military guy, but he had a vulnerable side for sure. "I know you don't like it when I bring your parents up." He shrugged and replied bluntly. "I don't. It's not you, Jim... it's just every goddamn person who gets along with their folks wants to lecture me about how I should make more of an effort with mine." "I'm not lecturing you, Sean," I replied quietly. I wasn't looking to argue, and I hoped he knew that. I felt a little hurt, but I also recognized he was dealing with something I sort of understood but couldn't really. "I know, Jim," he said more softly. He seemed more contrite. "You know, I guess I keep thinking that I'm 43 and I can let some things go... I think the distance helps actually." He paused, and I think he decided he'd rather not talk about his parents any more. "Listen... what do you think about getting a move on?" The next couple of hours were easier, somewhat shaded by trees and on a more even elevation. The downside is that the views weren't the best. As the day went on, we passed more hikers going the other direction. Sean was quiet and moody, but I was dealing with the physical challenge of the hike. I was fit, but the pack definitely made it harder. For most of the time, Sean had stayed behind me, letting me set the pace, but we switched after a water break. He wasn't going fast, exactly, but the pace was strenuous. "Sorry, Jimmy," he said. "Looks like thunderstorms are building up... I wanna get some distance in before then, OK?" "Yeah," I replied, a little out of breath. I was up for the challenge, but this was already a challenge all right. Indeed, the skies were getting cloudier, and Sean kept looking up to gauge them. Finally, as the cooler breeze was picking up, he muttered, "all right." We were next to one of the clearings for campsites, and Sean led us to a nice level corner of it. I pulled off my pack and felt instantly relieved. My body was tired and sweaty. I took a seat on my large pack after pulling out my water bottle. "You OK?" Sean asked with a smirk, smoothly taking off his pack. He clearly hadn't found it too hard a challenge. I took a swig of water. I knew we had to conserve it, but I was parched. "Yeah... just give me a second to rest." "Take your time," he said, taking his own, more measured drink of water. "I'll start setting up." He opened his pack and pulled out a tarp and stretched it over a campfire area, securing it with rocks. Then out came the tent. I was now regathering my energy to help him. His quiet streak continued as we got the tent up, though his all-business focus had us settled in no time, it seemed. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was getting the silent treatment, like when we had our first fight. But we were both tired, and I wasn't in a talkative mood either. We didn't have a lot of time. Raindrops were starting to fall as we placed our packs inside the tent. I kicked off my now broken-in hiking boots and set them next to Sean's near the entrance. It was a two-man dome tent, not real big, and with our gear, it felt cozier, especially for two guys over six feet tall. We pulled out our sleeping bags and laid them down. The heavens were opening up and Sean double checked that the tent was securely closed. "Worst part about summer hiking," Sean said as he stretched his tall frame on one of the bags, on his back, arms folded behind his head. "I was hoping we'd get further. Tomorrow's gonna be a bitch." He was very mission focused, but at that point I was glad he'd taken care of all the details and planning. "I thought today was a bitch," I grunted, half joking as I lay on the other bag next to him, rolled over on my side facing him, my head resting on my folded elbow. That got a laugh from him. I was glad to see his smile, and I realized I hadn't seen much of it that day. Gruff Sean Carter could be sexy, but his smile made me realize just how handsome he really was. "Too much?" he asked, nudging my upper arm with his elbow. We were so close. I nodded. "I mean, I've enjoyed it, but I've been trying to pretend it's not too hard. But the last hour kind of killed me, Chief." "I'll take more of the load tomorrow," he offered. "You don't gotta," I objected, not liking the idea that I couldn't pull my weight. He turned toward me, not quite rolling onto his side. "I want you to enjoy this," he said, placing his hand on my belly, feeling my abs through my damp shirt. "It's kind of my mission, actually." "Yeah?" I smiled. "Is it important to you for your boyfriend to be into the outdoors?" He shrugged with a sly grin. "Not a requirement. But it's nice." "Does your friend Kevin enjoy camping?" I asked. Sean had dated the First Sergeant back in their 20s, before they became friends instead. Sean let out a laugh. "Hell no. Morgan's not gonna go rucking for a meter more than he needs to," he said, using his friend's last name. "Actually, my ex, Jeff, was really into it... we met through an outdoors club, it was kind of our thing." "Oh," I responded. I wasn't sure if I was jealous, but I was the one to bring up the exes. Anyway, I figured I was the one in the tent now, not any other guy. Sean nodded, trying to read my face. "Maybe that wasn't the best way to put it." I gave a gamely positive expression as I replied, "Well, maybe it can be our thing now." "You're just saying that to make me happy," Sean said. "I'm absolutely saying that to make you happy," I deadpanned. Sean's humor was rubbing off on me. "Well, I'm glad you gave this a shot, Jim," Sean said. With a smirk, he slid his hand over more and pulled my waist toward him, guiding me to rotate my body toward his. I rolled on top of him as he settled on his back. Sean's hands wrapped around my lower back as my own hands gripped his neck and chest. Neither of us needed to guide the kiss. It just felt right. The edge of horniness had been taken off earlier, and we were alone in the tent, rain dying down outside. I was sweaty and Sean was, too. I didn't care. Sean's tongue fought with mine as my hands enjoyed his warmth and his muscle, particularly as I slid his T-shirt up over his chest. I suddenly broke our kiss and sat up, straddling his groin. The low light filtered in through the tent material, highlighting Sean's furry, muscle-packed physique, which looked even thicker than normal with his shirt already half-way off. He lifted his shoulders as I helped pull the sweaty fabric over his shoulders and off his head. His hairy muscles flexed as I tossed his shirt aside, and I saw the familiar dogtags shimmer as they slid into the groove of his furry chest. His dark eyes on me, Sean reached down just under my crotch and began unbuckling his belt. I wasn't sure if we were going to have sex a second time that day, but knowing me and Sean and our libidos, I shouldn't have been surprised. I quickly reached for the hem on my shirt, crossing my arms and easily slipped my own sweaty Virigina Baseball T-off. I tossed it behind me. Sean's brown eyes lingered on my fairer muscles as I continued to strip down, feeling the rain-cooled air on my skin, and scooted out of my shorts and briefs. Now naked, I looked down at him with my dick already heavy and rising up into a fat boner. His own cock stuck out as he slid his boxer briefs down over his knotted legs before kicking them off. I rolled off him, and we rested back down on the sleeping bags, our nude bodies pulling one another closer. Our kiss was more directly sexual now, heavy with tongue, and our hands were on each other's bare warm bodies, feeling up every inch of hard flesh. I could smell the soft musk of the day on him, along with that lingering cologne he wore. His big rough hands felt needy and possessive as they caressed my skin, his fingers gripping the tight muscle of my lower back, and the top curve of my round ass. My legs intertwined around his thighs as he pulled our crotches close. His nude body felt great pressed up against mine. Absence had a way of making me hungrier for physical contact with Sean, and I think he felt the same way. Our now hardened cocks clashing together as they rode against one another, gently leaving and smearing sap onto our groins. Slow pawing gave way to harder humping. First Sean against me, then me against Sean, or us writhing together. Enjoying the dick-to-dick contact and the privacy of our tent. I was leaking more now. I pulled my lips from Sean's, they felt tingly and swollen as I continued to swivel my hips into Sean's groin. Sean humping back into me. "I feel like I can come just like this," I grumbled as I gripped his buzzed scalp. "Why don't you?" Sean asked, low and husky as his lips brushed against mine. His grip on my ass tightened, aiding me in our frottage as my cock stayed in line with his. "Yeah?" I asked. "I'm not sure I can." Sean's arms tightened around my lower waist, his hands gripping me just above my ass as his cock ground against mine. He felt so hard and primed. "If you want, let loose." I pulled my hands from his neck down to his chest, my hands over each pec as I firmly pressed him onto his back. Sean let me handle him, he kept his eyes on me as I rolled on top of his big muscular body. I now straddled his groin once more, enjoying the feel of his long rigid cock pressing up against my taint. Sean had an inquisitive look, like he was trying to decide if I wanted to get fucked. But I was enjoying this instead. I rode along his dick some more then leaned forward to make out with him some more. We kissed harder, and Sean's tongue plunged into my mouth before mine battled back. That heated kiss is what was gonna get me to cum. I swiveled my hips to line my cock up with his furry belly. I pulled my hands from his neck and gripped his pecs and touched some of the ballchain of his tags. Feverishly my hips pumped. I felt so close. "Ugh," I hissed into his mouth as he gently raised his groin in time with me, making sure I felt all of cock between my thighs. Sean's tongue plunged between my lips, his fingers gripping my biceps. All of a sudden I was spraying my seed between our heaving bellies. Sean groaned, feeling the spray on his skin and probably feeling my orgasm ripple up and down my body right before I collapsed on top of him. "Fuck," I hissed, my eyes still closed as I pulled back, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm as Sean's hands began caressing up and back. His cock still rock hard. I opened my eyes. Sean had an impatient look on his face. "Think you can blow me, Jim?" His voice was soft yet urgent. I nodded and moved down his prone body until I was settled between his spread legs. I took his rock-hard prick in my left hand and angled the head down towards my lips. Sean looked down at me, his tattooed, muscled arm curled behind his head as his cock pulse in my grasp. I leaned forward to take him into my mouth. As I swallowed his steel-hard prick, I could taste my own cum. We both moaned as I slurped more of him between my lips. Sean reached down with both his hands, fingers in my blond curls as I sensed his abs tighten. I sucked on each upstroke and massaged just under the head with my tongue. His dick felt magnificent in my mouth. Sean's hung pretty well, not quite my size, but he has a nice long cock. And at that moment, his cock was superhard and the veins practically throbbed against my tongue. "Yeah, suck me Jim," he sighed. I felt his fingers in my hair tighten, which only urged me to suck him at a faster pace. As I bobbed harder, my spit began to run down his shaft and onto my fingers and his balls. Pretty quick, he was spurting his seed into my mouth. My mouth milked each shot, and my tongue coaxed out the remaining dribbles. Finally, his tree-trunk legs relaxed under me as his fingers began brushing my hair back. I pulled off him, his cock falling wet and rubbery against his thigh. He reached down, pulling me up by my arms until we were back to being face-to-face. His hands went back to my waist. I wrapped my arms back around his neck as my face nuzzled his, loving the feel of his scratchy stubble against my cheek. "Love you," I said into his neck, resting on top of his supine body. "Love you, too, Jim," he said. His lips brushed against my temple. We didn't linger too long in the afterglow. After lying there for a second, I rolled off of him and watched Sean slide into a sitting position and scoot up to unzip the tent. The rain had finally stopped, and I had to hope we were alone in the campsite, because Sean's 6'5" nakedness snaked out of the opening for a second before he popped back in, a chamois cloth in his hand that was wet from the rain. "I thought we might be able to make use of this," he winked, wiping down his hanging, still plump cock and sticky belly before tossing it to me. It was a tight fit, but Sean and I got dressed again and put our boots on without bumping into each other too much. The only things we left in the tent were our ball caps. "I'm fucking starving after that," he announced as we stepped out of the tent and pulled the wet tarp off the fire area with two larger rocks ideal for sitting. It was humid but the storm had broken the heat. Up in the mountains it felt pleasant and cool now, and the rain dripped from the trees around us. I could see why Sean liked this. I was pretty hungry, too. Sean had set out a camping pot to collect water. I still was amazed at how prepared he was and how he thought everything through. He now lit a small portable camp stove and set about making the ready-to-eat dinner he'd brought. We cooked our food and then Sean went to his pack and brought a couple of small tin cups and a flask. I could smell the sweet vanilla oakiness of bourbon as he poured me some and handed it to me. "You've earned this today, Jimmy," he said, and proceeded to pour himself some, too. After the day of hard hiking and then the sex, the whiskey hit the spot. I enjoyed the soft burn as I sipped it. I looked at Sean as we sat in that post-nut afterglow. He was handsome as fuck, rugged and scruffy in a way that made him look older than normal even. More dad-like. I still had to pinch myself that I was dating this guy. We sat for a minute in silence before Sean broke the news. "I'm being deployed again, Big Guy," he announced, gruffly stoic. "Fuck," I groaned, almost defeatedly. I had that pit-of-my-stomach feeling. "I knew this was coming, but man..." Sean nodded with checked emotion. It was reality, and I'm sure he was used to it in a way. But our dating made it tougher. "When?" I asked solemnly. Sean seemed like he was mustering courage to keep looking me in the eyes. "In a week and a half. It's going to be an extra long one this time." "Damn, that's such short notice," I replied. I didn't know how the Army worked, but this didn't seem right. He shook his head. "I've known for a while. Just been too afraid to tell you." That took me aback. "Afraid? Why?" "That you'd be upset. Or mad at me." He was solemn and guarded, like he was afraid of my reaction. "Why the fuck would I be mad at you?" Sean was normally so level-headed, I wasn't sure where this was coming from. He seemed sheepish. "I dunno. For leaving. I don't wanna, Jim." My chest began to ache. We'd been used to long distance dating by now, but this was something else entirely. "Shit, I know. It is what it is." I was bummed out, and I could see that Sean was trying to avoid this very reaction. Spoiling the mood with the news. "What day do you go?" "The 25th. Maybe I can come visit one more time, I'm not sure. I thought the camping would be a way to make sure we had some time together before..." His voice trailed off. I could see this was hard for him. As much as I was used to the pattern of deployment from being in a military family, it hit me differently now. Damn, I was feeling gloomy, and I felt bad for feeling that way. But some kind of protective urge kicked in, and I wanted to put on a brave face for Sean. I scooted on my rock where I sat, closer to him, and extended my right hand to clasp his free left one. I heard a soft chuckle from him as I took his fingers in mine. Maybe it was defensiveness at the gesture, or maybe my affectionate move just broke the tension. "I'm glad we're here, Sean," I finally said. ***** The next day we made up for ground we didn't cover on day one. But Sean took on more of the burden in his pack, and I was beginning to get used to the hiking. It helped that we had more variety of scenery, cutting through some farmland before making it to another ridge, where we connected with the Appalachian Trail and a steadier crowd of hikers. He kept checking in with me to see if I wanted to keep going, but I assured him I was good. It felt like a good kind of challenge that day, and the weather was cooperating. That night, we camped near a shelter. We weren't alone this time and given our later arrival in the day, we had to squeeze into a free spot. It wasn't a hot meal for us that evening but rather MREs that Sean had brought. I'll admit it wasn't overly appetizing, but I was starving, and Sean seemed to enjoy watching my reaction to the Army-issued rations. Sean and I made small talk with some of the other hikers. After sunset Sean and I retreated into our tent. With a smirk, he pulled out his flask again from his pack. "We got a little left," he said, shaking it to gauge the amount. I helped him by getting out the cups, and it felt like a perfect toast to the day's accomplishment. "How are you?" Sean asked as we lay half reclined, propped up on our elbows as we faced each other. "Tired?" "Yeah, but I'm good," I said. At any other point we'd probably be getting physical and intimate with one another, but we were both drained from the long hike. And with the sounds of the other campers around us, things felt less private. "At least I'm keeping my conditioning up." "You gonna kill it this season?" he asked, somewhat like a challenge. It was playful, but I knew the implications. Sean wasn't going to be around for the second half of my season. "I don't know, probably not," I said, feeling a little defeated. I realized how my optimism the previous year was unfounded. "Logically, I know success is not a quick thing, but it fucking feels hard now, Sean," I said. He gave me a surprisingly sympathetic face. "You know the game. I don't," he said, matter-of-factly. "But I think you're just hitting a wall. You gotta power through it, Jimmy." He paused and looked at me intently and, with a playful gesture, reached out to nudge my chin with this thumb. "Don't worry about letting anyone down. You're doing this for you." It was a strangely perceptive comment. And the best thing anyone could have told me. "Yeah," I said. "Thanks." We had a decent bit left in the flask, and Sean was making sure we were going to polish the bourbon off that night. We made some small talk, avoiding talk of baseball and deployments. Sean asked me about my friends, Charlie and Scott, and what plans I had for the fall. "You gonna email me regularly when I'm deployed, right?" Sean finally asked. "What do you think?" He ignored my annoyed tone. "Just don't send a `Dear John' letter. If you meet another guy or something, wait till I'm back to tell me in person." "There's not going to be another guy, and there's not going to be a `Dear John' letter. Jesus." "Fifteen months is a long time," he replied. "Yes it is." I shook my head like he was crazy to be thinking I was going to dump him. "Can I ask a favor of you?" he asked quietly. "Anything." "You don't know what it is." "Doesn't matter. I said anything and meant it." "I want you to get a passport." "That's it?" I asked, Surprised. "Yes. If it works with your schedule, I want to take you on a trip when I'm done. The two of us." "This sounds like more of a favor to me," I said. "So you'll do it? I'll pay the fee." "Of course I'll do it. Next week. And you don't have to pay." I lived on breadcrumbs practically playing single-A ball, but I had a savings account with a little money. ***** The next day was the best. A night's sleep will change one's mood, and I felt better, about everything. I wasn't thrilled that Sean was deploying. But I knew I had to make the best of it. We'd covered good ground on day two, so we didn't have far to go on our last day of the hike. Sean was up before dawn, which meant I was rousing, too. We had to ignore our morning hardons as we got dressed, and as quietly as we could, we dismantled the tent and packed up. Within fifteen minutes, we were hitting the trail again. I quietly asked if we were going to have breakfast or anything, but Sean just shook his head and said we'd take a break in a bit. My boyfriend's military habits had a big pay off. I thought it was just Sean being Sean, but after some hard uphill climbing, twilight was starting to give way to dawn. And when we reached the top, I understood why Sean had us start early. As the trees parted, we had the most amazing view, better than on the first day, and a perch that extended out onto a crop of rock. Before us the sunrise painted the mountains a range of pastel colors. Sean led me out to a good spot and slipped off his pack, sitting down, clearly proud he could show me this. "This is a better spot to eat than that shitty campsite," he wisecracked as he rifled through his pack for the morning's rations. I felt strangely emotional. The view was incredible, but I was overwhelmed by the realization that Sean was going away and maybe a little resentful that he'd chosen now to get closer like this. "Fuck, Sean," I muttered, sitting next to him. He smiled, maybe enjoying my surprise at this. "We got about fifteen minutes to enjoy this," he said, bumping his big shoulder with mine. Leave it to him to put a time on everything, but it seemed to capture my mood. Knowing Sean would be deployed put extra pressure to savor the moment with him now. A couple of people soon joined the lookout before the fifteen minutes were up, but the magic was still there. In a way, I was glad they got to enjoy this too, just as Sean was glad he could share it with me. We finally decided to hit the trail again. The last part was easy, not super quick but a descent down that had us back at the trailhead by mid-morning. I don't think I'd ever been so glad to see Sean's white Cherokee. We stashed our packs in the back and wiped the mud off our boots before I put on my sneakers. Pretty soon, we were back on the road. The rest of the day's plan wasn't a surprise. Sean had booked a hotel in Blacksburg, something away from Salem, just a little. We grabbed lunch and checked in. Sean showered off first while I pulled out my extra clothes from my duffel bag. It felt great to get out of my sweaty hiking clothes. I was peeling the t-shirt from my body, leaving me in just my boxer briefs, when I heard the bathroom door open. Seeing Sean step out of the steamy hotel bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist and his dogtags nestled in his damp chest fur made me want to pounce on him then and there, but I craved a good shower even more. It had been two days in the woods, and I felt grimy from the built-up sweat and caked-in dirt. The hot water felt great, but I made it quick though. As I wiped the fog from the mirror with my hand to let me shave, I took note of my reflection. Sean may be built like a shit-brickhouse, taller than me, bigger than me, but I was in top shape, too, developing an athlete's build that was already meatier and more muscular than my college bod. These days, too, the golden hair was coming in thicker across my sculpted pecs. While I may not have had as much body fur as the older men I'd met, I was still proud of my thickening fur. I quickly shaved my face, trying not to rush it or cut myself but enjoying the fresh tight smoothness that emerged from under the blond stubble I took off. As I rinsed off, I hoped Sean would be up for sex. Maybe he'd want to wait, but I didn't. Already my boner was standing up high and thick, bouncing a little with each pulse of my heartbeat I didn't bother with a towel. I stepped out into the room, naked and hard, as I brushed my damp blond hair back with my fingers and then stopped in my tracks. Fortunately, Sean was on the same wavelength, splayed out naked on the bed waiting for me. He lay on his back, his shoulders and head resting against the headboard with pillows. His skin was still damp, his chest and stomach fur looking matted with moisture, his muscled chest and abs looking extra sculpted. He had one knee slightly propped up, his pump prick resting against his knotted thigh. He wasn't fully hard but he looked at that me with a we're-gonna-fuck kind of smile. I climbed onto the bed, and his tattooed arm stretched out for me as I scooted up next to him, resting my body next to his. His arm wrapped around my back while I ran one hand up his torso and chest, feeling the warmth and hardness of his furry muscle. However, as we embraced, I could feel his body shaking nervously. I pulled myself up closer to him, rolling my body halfway onto his so that I could look directly into his eyes. "Man, Sean, what is it?" I was starting to get worried. His hands rested on the top of my ass. He was still shaking. It looked like he was stealing his nerves. "I want you to... I... will you fuck me, Jim?" he asked. Those last words coming out almost mumbled in his deep baritone. I let the words sink in, not quite believing I heard them. "You want me to fuck you." Repeating as if to clarify. "Before I head off, I want to give that to you. And to see what it's like." I was going to tell him he didn't have to do that, but I figured he knew that. Besides, selfishly, I was very into the idea of topping my man. Just the possibility was bringing up the desire that had been pushed to the back of my mind ever since our fight. My cock surged. With an encouraging grin, I tugged on Sean's opposite shoulder. He got the hint as he rolled onto his stomach, his head coming to rest in his folded arms. It dawned on me that as much as Sean got to see my back as we fucked, I didn't get the same chance nearly as often. The front of his body had the "show" muscles - round pecs and boulderlike arms and shoulders. But his back was just solid, a harmonious whole that extended from his shoulders to his lower lats, even as his muscles flexed as he got comfortable. Lying next to him, I ran my hands down that solidity, feeling the finer, darker hairs on his skin that grew thicker along his lower back. I went further, finally resting my palm on one of his meaty buns, which were not super hairy but had a nice coating of fur. Sean had a great ass, more of a top's ass than a bubble butt, but it was all the more enticing to me for that. I realized the implications of what he said, though. "You've done it before, though, right?" I asked while I dragged my fingertips up and down his hairier crack. He turned his face towards me. There was a familiar determined look in his eyes. He shook his head. "Nope. Being a top just came naturally to me, and then part of me was scared to try anything else." "Jesus," I whispered. I don't know why I assumed he'd had some experience. The idea of his virginity was a turn on, but also made me realize the significance of Sean's decision now. And he was clearly making the choice to let me take his cherry. Sean shifted on the bed some, and I watched his thighs spread for me, his crack parting, revealing more of his furrier, deeper trench. I took the invitation and slid my fingers into his trench, not roughly but gently probing, my eyes occasionally looking up at his body. He turned his face to make sure I wasn't going too fast. But he wasn't urging me to stop. So I pushed further towards the forbidden fruit of my man's cherry pucker. I could now feel Sean's smooth hole, hotter to the touch than the surrounding skin. It was beyond tight, it was a closed knot daring me to enter. As I pressed against him, I felt his body shiver. The calmness on his masculine, handsome face gave way to a grimace. His nerves were growing by the minute. Fuck! I thought. "Chief.... we don't gotta." Sean let out a soft grunt and rolled over onto his side to face me once more. As I pulled my hand back, his strong body leaned into me. I was pleased to see he hadn't lost his hardon. The man kissed me, softly, and I got the sense he was trying to calm his nerves. I kissed him back with all the slow, building passion I could show, and caressed his chest. Leaving his ass alone for the moment. He pulled his lips back. "You want this, Jim, right?" His voice was low and deep. Our bodies were close, the heat building between them. "Fuck yeah, I want this, Sean," I said, caressing his chest. "Bad. But not if you're going to hate every second of it." I was confident I could make it as pleasurable as possible for my Army top boyfriend, but I knew how the man was feeling. This was a HUGE step for him. Sean gave me a heavy look of love and lust, and reached down between us towards my cock. Taking me into his wide hand, he began exploring my length and width. I could tell what he was thinking, that I was a big one for his first time. "God, you're fucking huge Jim." "You like my dick, though," I observed. The words may have been cocky, but I wanted to reinforce his desire to take me. My mind flashed back to when Jack Grant took my cherry. Jack had warned me that it would hurt a little, but he talked me through it. In my own way I was channeling him now. Sean nodded, a small smile finally curling at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it's hot." He started stroking me, smearing my leaking sap along the girth of my hard shaft. "My big-dicked boyfriend." I was getting so fucking horny by then. I didn't want to force Sean, but I really wanted in his hole. "Chief, I'll go easy on you, I promise." I started kissing along his neck, making the man moan. "I'll make you feel good, too." Sean pulled my head up so we could look at each other, just inches apart. Then he scooted out from my embrace and leaned over to a small bag on the nightstand. I watched the strong lat muscles in his back flex as he rooted through to find the small brown vial he'd packed. He nodded gamely as he lay back down next to me. "I brought some reinforcement. You better take it slow, though, Big Guy," he said bravely. "Remember, I can still kick your ass." "That's what makes this so fucking hot," I winked. "Don't worry, Chief, I'll sure as hell go easier on you than you ever did on me." "That's what I'm worried about," he groaned before scooting back into my embrace. I took it slow, too. I leaned back in to kiss him, and arms circled around each other's bodies, our legs intertwining. Honestly, this was the longest make-out session Sean and I had ever done. We rolled over and across the bed, kissing between my bouts of exploring his body with my hands and my mouth. We writhed against one another and eventually Sean was on his back again, and me on top of him. It's not that we hadn't ever been in this position before, but it felt different this time. I pawed at Sean's hard Army muscle and kissed more excitedly along his neck and chin before I scooted down his body. Sean looked down and watched me kiss the soft fur of his belly. I took his prick in my hand and gave it a slow stroke as the tip smeared across my freshly shaved cheek. Sean's eyes brightened as I kissed up his length, before taking him between my lips to start sucking his cock. Lovingly, slowly, not working him to completion, but just turning him on. "Yeah," Sean hissed, his fingers in my hair. This was comfortable for him, me servicing his dick. And then there was just the pleasurable sensation as I gave him slow, sensual head, stopping well shy of working up to a full Bulldozer Special. I pulled off with a pop, my lips coated in spit. His soaked cock flung free, and I took it in my hand, giving it a slow tug as I continued licking down the base of his shaft to his balls. Sean has an amazing set of nuts, large plums hanging in a ballsac he kept shaved smooth in order to enjoy the sensation of my tongue. It was time to venture lower. My tongue slid down into his hot furry taint, my hands working under his thighs, until my fingers gripped his corded hamstrings. I nudged the man's beefy legs up and he complied, raising them. Sean's dark pink pucker came into view, crowned with soft dark hairs. I leaned and slid my tongue from the base of his balls down into his exposed trench. "Oh fucking God!" he growled above me, my hands now gripping the back of his thighs. Sean pulled his legs against his chest while my tongue started circling his ring. I wet down the hairs as I ventured closer and closer to his hole. I'd rimmed Sean before, sure, but we didn't do it nearly enough. And since he was always a top with me, it was usually him centered on rimming my hole. But now I gave his ass my undivided attention, making love to it, working up his pleasure with my tongue. I remembered Sean's technique in tongue fucking and eating ass, and maybe I was copying it a little. But I had my own approach, more driven by my joy in French kissing an older man's hole. Sean's ass was more muscled than even other fit older men. I pressed my jaw harder between his glutes, my smooth face mashing against his hairy crack. I moaned into his hole and continued to munch. The more I lapped at Sean's tight ring and sealed my lips over him, the more turned on I got. I wouldn't say that pucker opened up in the slightest, but it relaxed. Sean's hole give in a little more, and I was able to dip the tip of tongue into his hot insides, before the muscle tightening around my tongue to push me out - only for me to repeat the process all over again. It occurred to me: holy fuck, Sean's a virgin and I'm about to take his cherry. The insanely hot idea fueled my determination to do him right. I seemed to be doing something right. Sean hiked his ass up, pressing his hole against my mouth as his hand reached down to hold my head and guide me around my rimjob. Leave it to Sean to be a pushy bottom, but I was loving that he was getting turned on by this. I pulled back, seeing his hole now glisten with spit, matting down the hairs as it rolled down his crack. I licked up his trench one more time. I grinned, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I reached over to the small bag Sean had on the nightstand, and fished out the small tube of slick. I lubed up my index and middle fingers and rubbed them into his sealed hole. I kept my face close, watching my fingers press and dimple his hole, feeling my fingertips begin to slowly open him up. Finally, I felt his resistance give enough to slide my index finger in, just up to the first knuckle. Tight as a vice, but his pucker gave way to me. "Easy, man," Sean hissed as he leaned back and got used to his first finger. He clutched the poppers bottle in his fist but wasn't sniffing yet, probably waiting for when he actually needed the help. I looked at how magnificent he looked, his 43-year-old body, muscled with bulging, sinewed brawn from head to toe, his stomach trim... not 6-pack-popping trim, but he had no belly to hide his strong core muscle. While his stomach had a nice treasure trail and a fan of fur. Sean had stopped trimming his chest hair and the result was a super hairy upper body starting to show stray silver strands amid the fur. I paused a second to admire the look of him, on his back, legs spread. I pulled my index finger back, feeling his chute push me out, but I kept the pressure and I added a second finger. I went a bit deeper, feeling his tight insides clench around my invading digits. "You're so hot, Chief," I groaned and started an achingly slow finger-fuck motion in and out of his hole, applying more lube in stages. The Army man began to open up. Sean finally nodded. "Another." He barely had to say it before I slipped a third digit in him. Sean let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. I held steady for a second then resumed alternating between a twisting motion and an in-and-out motion. He was starting to get used to it, and I could feel his hole relax. Given my thickness, I decided he needed another finger to get ready. "Oooof," he grunted. He looked up at me, an exasperated look on his face. "You're gonna owe me big time, Jim." "Sure, Chief," I said. It was Sean being Sean. Stubborn and proud. I was super horny now, kneeling between Sean's spread legs and opening him up. I now alternated between deep intrusion with my fingers and fisting my own cock, applying the lube to both. My man was going to need it real wet for his first time. And while I normally didn't like it too slick, preferring more friction, I had a feeling it wouldn't take me too long to come inside Sean, no matter how wetted down my cock and his hole were. I slowly pulled my fingers from his hole and scooted up. Sean held his thighs open for me while I ran the swollen head of my cock up his wet crack, and finally aimed the dripping tip against his lubed and loosened pucker. The sight of it was a crazy turn on of course, but so was the feeling. This was something I'd been wanting from Sean for so long, and now it was so close. "Just the tip, Chief," I announced softly, not wanting him to seize up in anticipation of my dick. I gripped my prick in my first and pushed the tip just inside the indentation of his ring. I ran my other hand all over his torso, getting some of the lube on his cock, too, and massaging the length. I slowly pushed my hips forward. Sean's ring fought at the initial entrance. I gave my push just a little more power. I let out a surprised and excited huff as Sean's hole slowly gave way. "Fuck, Chief," I hissed. That was the only moment I worried I was going to nut prematurely, but I quickly felt my normal self return. Sean grinned up at me, then broke into an outright smile which broke the tension some. He could read how excited I was, and I think that urged him on to do this. The man had coached me enough times on taking his cock, and he focused his concentration now. His brown eyes meeting mine he gave a soft grunt, and I felt his insides flutter. The tip of my fat head now pressed inside him. I took a couple of steady breaths and looked down to watch my fat cock slowly sink into his hole, the head now out of sight. I gave a little power, and his tight ring stretched around my cockhead. "Uff," Sean grunted. His breathing was heaver, his chest rising and falling. I worried that any minute he'd call it off, but for now I pushed further past Sean's ring and right into the inner sanctum of his bowels. The man was virgin tight, all right. "God, Fuck!" he exclaimed, clearly not ready for the discomfort and holding on to my hips all of a sudden to stop my entry. "Shit!" When he started to push me off, I grabbed his arms and pulled them off me. I knew that he could overpower me if he wanted, but I needed to take the reins if I could. "Just a second, Sean," I urged. "Let me hold it right here. You'll get used to it." He gave me a glare but complied, letting me hold his wrist as I kept my cockhead nestled in his chute. "The entry's the hardest part, I swear." I finally let go of his wrists as he went back to holding his thighs. I was now rubbing his hamstrings in a slow caress while my cock jerked excitedly just inside him. Despite the slow deflowering, or maybe because of it, I was so turned on. "I can't believe you let me do this to you," he said gruffly, before he unscrewed the little brown bottle and held it up to his nostril. I watched him take a huff from each side. I could even see the poppers wash over his body in a pinkish red flush to his olive skin. The chemical let him relax a little, and the hardened look on his face softened. I took the occasion to push in a couple of inches. His hot insides spread for me more easily before clenching back down. "Aw, easy, easy, Jim." His deep voice wasn't scared like before, but the man was wrestling with a lot of unfamiliar sensations. The Sean Carter emotional roadblocks just added to his difficulty. Even with the poppers, he was still crazy tight. I stopped and looked him dead in the eye. "I want you to do something for me, Chief," I asked. "More than I'm doing now?" he replied snippily, a gruffness returning, even in his compromised position. "Yes, you stubborn bastard, more than you're doing now." I felt Sean letting his head get in the way of this, and I was starting to move from concerned to annoyed. My words could have easily meant the end of this experiment, but he sucked up his pride and gave me a brief reply. "All right. What?" came his words, quiet and soft. He had less than half of my extra wide dick buried up his tail, and his body wasn't fully happy with it. I ran my hands along his muscle in a slow, rhythmic fashion - over his torso, and across his chest. "You've been expecting you're going to hate this," I said. "Focus in your mind about really enjoying sex. Really wanting my dick." "Wanting your dick," he repeated, trying to do as I asked. For me. "Yeah, my dick." He nodded as I pulled out a little, just a fraction of an inch, and gave small minithrusts higher up in his hole, then I pushed forward again, giving a little more of my length. Not all the way, just maybe a half inch to an inch further, and I held it there a half second before I pulled back and repeated. Going just a smidge further each time. The sleeve of his chute felt incredible wrapped around my bone and it took all my willpower not to go faster, but I knew I had to fuck Sean right. I looked back up at him. My Soldier didn't look like he was fighting back any longer. His brown eyes looked wider, brighter, and his face relaxed now. As I slowly, and shallowly fucked him, he was starting to feel better. "See?" I said, as the tightness went from death-grip to simply snug, and as I could see Sean starting to enjoy the novelty of the sensation. I was glad it wasn't 100 percent the chemical aid opening him up. If the poppers were going to help him, great, but I wanted Sean to learn to open himself mentally for me. "God, you got a big dick, Jim," he said. He reached for his rehardening cock, giving himself a slow tug. His expression looked more dreamy, something I'd never quite seen in his face. "You like that dick, Chief? My cock." I pushed in again. The resulting grunt told me that I was big, but not too much any more. "Oh fuck, yeah, I do," he admitted. His chest rose with a deep breath and his brow rose as I went particularly deep. "But FUCK... I may need another hit." "Have at it, Chief," I said as I looked down. I was nearly all the way inside him. This was like the session we had opening up the Cadet in our threesome, only this was more profound and intimate. Taking a couple of huffs, Sean was getting into the zone now. I was glad now for the extra lubricant, both to ease the way and to keep me from cumming right away. I resumed thrusting slowly and steadily into him, and all of a sudden Sean's guts released their grip, and I sailed straight in. Pressing my balls against his hairy ass, I fell onto my hands above him, my face now hovering over his. The white-hot pleasure of finally being seated inside my man was doing a number on my senses and my head. "Holy fuck, that's hot." Not my words, but Sean's as he leaned back into the mattress and then looked up excitedly at me leaning above him. Fucking into him. "Got your cherry, Chief," I boasted. I pulled my hips back, extracting an inch or two, and then pumped into him again, deep and slow. He moaned, but the discomfort was gone. Sean's prick had retreated some during the penetration but was rock hard now, and leaking even as I bottomed out on my thrusts. He was even regaining some initiative in the sex talk. "Jimmy's gonna fuck his Daddy right, isn't he?" Sean hissed, smiling some in his taunt. He was shifting from his own bottoming experience to pushing my buttons. Those words added fuel to my already smoldering fire. "Yes, sir," I nodded as I pushed back in once more, not breaking my cadence with my eight inches. "I'm gonna want this again," I added. Sean reached up and touched my cheek affectionately. "Damn. My horse-hung Jimmy. Fuck me, Big Guy." In another context this could seem like direct order from the Sergeant Major, but I was in the saddle now and controlling the pace. I went faster now, surer that Sean could take it. He did, growling excitedly as we locked eyes. "God, I don't know what you're doing inside me, but I wanna come so fucking bad," he growled. It was actively trying to hold off nutting now, determined to make this first time topping Sean last. But his insides felt like they could milk me for my nut any second. I didn't have long. "Go ahead, Chief, get off. Stroke off with my big fucking dick in you," I huffed as I kept plowing into him with steady staccato cock thrusts. He grabbed his hardon and started a steady stroke. His groans were getting louder. "Feeling it, Sean?" I asked pointedly, driving my dick in and out of him steadily. "Your ass singing yet?" "Oh yeah, man. Fuck me, Jimmy." He jerked faster. "Harder, man!" I bit my lip and stared fucking faster and harder. My balls were churning now. "Harder!" he repeated and now I was pummeling his once-cherry hole. And Sean, my big tough NCO, was taking it. "I'm gonna come, Sean," I huffed, right on the brink. "Right in your virgin ass." I don't know if it was my words or my dick. But Sean's cock erupted in the biggest load I'd ever seen him blow. Huge ropes of his Soldier semen shot all over his hairy chest, even splattering his neck. The immediate clenching of his chute triggered my own orgasm. My balls pulled up and I could feel my cock swell against his ass walls. I pushed in ball-deep as I hosed down his chute. My jizz pumped into him while I must have had a wild, intense look on my face. We didn't always shoot at the same time, it was still a hard trick to pull off. But our mutually timed orgasm this time felt just perfect, and the perfect way to end my first time topping Sean. We didn't have a washcloth or bathroom towel handy. But it felt nice just to lazily untangle. I pushed back up off him, watching a slight pained wince again on Sean's face once my softening cockhead cleared the breach, and with it an oozing trickle of my cum that seemed thicker than a two-day load. I pushed myself back so that I was back on my knees. Sean grunted as his body finally relaxed. "Fuck," I whispered as I watched Sean's hole clenched back up finally, not as drum tight as before. I finally let Sean drop his legs as I crawled back on top of him and started licking off Sean's sperm from his hairy bod, tasting and slurping the seed. Sean just lay there passive, catching his breath and unable or unwilling to move. I finally made my way up to his face and kissed him, his sperm still on my lips. He met my mouth with a soft kiss. I lay on top of him, holding my weight a little to keep from crushing him, but still maintaining my position on top. "Well?" I prompted, my face clearly content. "Don't let this go to your head, Big Guy," Sean drawled. "but you know how to break a guy in." I gave him a soft peck and leaned back up. "Of course I'm gonna let it go to my head. That's what makes topping so fun." Sean laughed, and I was glad he was able to relax after our tables turned. I continued, "And no offense, but you took a lot of work, Chief." He reached around and patted my ass. "Gotta make my man work for it." We made out a little more. "Seriously, Sean," I said, my forehead against his, my hand on his strong arm. "I'm really fucking glad we did that. Thanks." Not only was topping Sean one of the hottest experiences in my life, but I also felt a relief that our ongoing tension had been resolved. "I'm glad we did it, too. Probably overdue." "Why did you decide to let me fuck you?" I asked. He bit his lip thoughtfully and then said, "You never know what can happen on deployment. I wanted to give that to you... you know, in case..." "Oh Chief," I said. "Are you trying to make me lose it?" I was nearly on the verge of tears. Sean pulled me closer in a tight embrace, arms wrapped around me. "Nah, Jim. This was awesome. I'm glad I let myself do it." His hands ran up and down my back and over the top of my ass. He gave me a gentle pat. "You're an amazing top," he said. We held each other silently for a while, then I decided I should roll off him. "You know... I've never asked..." I started as I lay on my side next to him. "But what's up with the `Jimmy' thing?" Sean had called me that only occasionally at first, but he increasingly used it with me, in and out of the bedroom. I wasn't sure I was crazy about it. Sean shrugged. "I don't know. I just like having a nickname for you that's ours. I take it you never went by Jimmy?" "No, always `Jim.' Though Dad had a couple of nicknames for me growing up. Jimbo and Slugger." "Slugger?" Sean looked like he was going to laugh but held himself. "It's kind of funny, I suppose," I felt self-conscious all of a sudden. "But it's always been our thing, ever since I was in little league. He still calls me that." Sean wiped the smirk from his face, and said, "Well, I guess I want something like that with you. Something only I call you. But I can knock it off with Jimmy if it bugs you." "It's fine, I guess," I said, shrugging at him. "I just never thought of myself as Jimmy." He got a smirk. "I think I like it cause it feels like you're my boy. My hot Daddy's boy." I grinned. "In that case, sir, Jimmy it is. At your ass-fucking service." Sean gave me a playful punch in the arm. "You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you, kiddo?" I laughed. "Hey man, it's my big day, let me have my fun." He gave a play expression of defeat. "All right, Jimmy boy. But next time Daddy's in charge, hear?" ***** Sean and I fell asleep naked on the bed, him spooned behind me as he softly snored into my hair. It was a deep nap, since we'd gotten up pretty early. The sex only added to the lazy afternoon feeling. I worried I was going to wake Sean up as I sat up and went to look for some underwear to put on. But Sean seemed ready to rouse. "I'm fucking starving," he muttered as he sat up, the bedsheets falling to his waist. "What time is it?" I picked up my watch from the hotel desk. "4:00." I never got into Sean's habit of using military time. He slid out of the covers and I loved seeing his tall, built nakedness, especially now that I had the knowledge I'd fucked him. "I think we both earned a beer. Whaddya say?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said, smiling back at him before he disappeared into the bathroom. We pulled on some clean clothes, put back on our ballcaps, and went out into the summer afternoon. We were in walking distance of the main strip of places, and we found an outdoor table at a bar-restaurant. Blacksburg had that off-season, college town feel in a way that made me nostalgic for Charlottesville. The first beer went down easy, but by the second I was able to sip and savor it. I was feeling a little melancholy. Maybe this would be our last few hours together in nearly a year and a half. Maybe forever, I reflected with dread, trying to push the thought out of my head that Sean might not return. It was too much to even contemplate. Sean broke the silence as he thumbed the condensation on his pint glass, his brown eyes on me. "So... am I making a Nature's Boy out of you, Big Guy?" I smiled. "Seems so. I'm afraid I don't have much to introduce you to." Sometimes I felt self conscious about being so much younger than Sean and having much less life experience. "Is it all right if I make a confession?" Sean said. "Sure." "I always thought baseball was boring as shit before I met you." It was another one of those outrageous Sean statements, the kind of thing that would piss you off if any other guy said it, but not Sean. I laughed. "You better not think it's boring now." "No sireee," he drawled in his South Georgia accent. "And not just when you're playing, Hot Stuff. I've been watching all the Astros games. I figure I better learn more about the team my man's going to play for." I demurred. "We'll see." It was my big dream of course, but also realistically somewhere between a long shot and a tough climb. We talked a bit more about baseball and then some small talk. But Sean clearly had something he wanted to say before our time together was over. "Jim, I want you to think about what we've talked about before, about finding some no-strings fun. Fifteen months is a long time to go without sex." I'd been thinking about that for a while, too. I hadn't taken advantage of the open relationship, though I decided I would at some point. I didn't like the idea of Sean being the only one to have the fun. But now, the dynamic was different. I knew I wouldn't begrudge him any relief while he was deployed. And the thought of me looking for other guys didn't feel right. "Come on, Sean," I said. "You're laying your life on the line over there, I'm not going to be chasing other guys." I think my answer pleased him, but he still acted stubborn. "I signed up for the Army, you didn't." "I signed up for you. That's all that matters." I'd never seen Sean cry or come anywhere close to it, but at that moment his eyes were tearing up and his voice cracked. "That means a lot, Big Guy. But seriously, look after yourself." He composed himself a little. "Just promise me you're not going to be too brave." He looked at me earnestly. "I've seen girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever act like they can handle anything, only to break down." I wasn't sure how much Sean was speaking about his ex-boyfriends or just talking generally. "I guess I won't know how brave I am until it happens, will I?" He looked at me lovingly. "You'll be great, Jim. Just... if it gets to be too much emotionally, find someone to talk to about it. And I guess I'm saying if you get too lonely, I wouldn't blame you if something happened with somebody. I don't need to know if it does." "God, Sean, I'm practically a monk during baseball season. If it wasn't for these visits...." "I know," he admitted. "I think we have a leg up in dealing with this, you know, being used to being apart. It's just different with deployments." I think the whole weekend I'd been dreading this moment. The goodbye, the actual acknowledgment of what deployment meant. But now that we were talking freely about it, I found I could embrace my fear of this. Yeah, it sucked, but I felt like I could man up and face this reality. I was 23 and growing up crazy fast, I thought. I just hoped I could continue to be the man Sean needed me to be. ****** The 25th came. I woke up early in expectation of Sean's call and indeed roused up not long before the call that came a little after 4 a.m. I stepped into the bathroom to take it. My roommate, Mike, was still asleep. Sean was headed to base, flying to Baltimore and then Germany. I imagined him with all his gear, in full uniform. He gave me the rundown of what departure was like, the load-in, the accountability... the goodbyes. It was very Sean to be throwing out details in a time like this. But then he shifted tone and low-key admitted that he wished I was there to see him off. I told again to be safe, and I muttered, "I love you," into my cellphone. "Love you, too, Jim. I'll miss you like hell," he said in a quiet growl. "OK... I gotta go." Maybe if I'd been more awake and alert, I would have felt teary at the conversation, but mostly I remember feeling dull and a little numb by the time I hung up with Sean. He called me one more time in Baltimore, and then he was gone. And I felt the mood of that day for the next week.