Date: Thu, 14 May 2020 00:06:53 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 6 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn't make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: billdrake@hotmail.com. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART ONE: COMING OF AGE Chapter Six Norfolk, Fall and Winter 2001 The week after I returned from San Diego, the Sept 11 attacks happened. It changed life a lot in Norfolk, with a feeling of traumatic loss and a swell of patriotism. I'm sure the rest of the country was feeling some version of that, but in a military town, and especially the Naval Station, it was a raw time that weighed on everyone. I had always been proud of my Dad, my big brother, and now Jack. But I now had a renewed admiration for them. And I worried a lot about what would happen to them. Since I was so used to the routine of Dad in the Navy doing peacetime drills and tours, that level of worry hit me with a force I hadn't felt since Desert Storm when I was 7 years old. Back then, Dad hugged me and my brothers as he told us that he had to go away. Now that I was older, Dad and I talked calmly about it over dinners at the kitchen table. He did his best to reassure me with what information he was allowed to disclose, but he also was honest. It felt like a new phase of our relationship. I was grown up now, or at least a lot closer to grown up, and Dad felt he could trust me with the unvarnished truth. The reason and the circumstances sucked, but I was glad to see that we grew closer that year. ***** Sexually, my libido was as high as ever. After my weekend with Jack, my thoughts were a mess. I felt confused, horny, lonely, and ecstatic all at once. While my time with LCDR Grant made me eager to try bottoming again, I wasn't in a rush to. I would know the right guy when the time came. In the meantime, I found myself thinking about sex nonstop. I'd be sitting in history class and would spontaneously pop a boner thinking back to that weekend, to Jack taking my cherry. Then a minute later, I'd feel pained at the sense that I had this secret I couldn't tell anyone. It had been a particularly horny day for me in mid-October, tugging on my pants in class trying to hide an 8"-semi is hard work. It was mid-week, and I'd just pulled into my driveway after getting home from school when I got a call from Kevin. "Hey Big Boy, what's up?" The deep, mellifluous voice was a welcome surprise. "Kevin, man, how's it going?" I asked as I began gathering up my baseball team hoodie and backpack on my left shoulder. I hadn't heard from my fuck buddy since the summer, since I had no opportunity to go hang out at Kevin's with Dad around. This was just what the doctor ordered. I'd missed those fuck appointments with Kevin as I remembered the delicious tighteness of his U.S. Navy manhole. My dick firmed up. "Not bad, guy. Only I'm feeling pretty horned up today. Wanna come over and help a serviceman out?" he laughed. Kevin sure was direct about wanting sex. It was something I liked about him. After looking at the time on the dash radio of my car, I realized I had a couple of hours to play with before Dad got home. I threw my backpack into the back seat as I told my Petty Officer to give me ten minutes and I'd be right there. When I let myself into Kevin's condo and walked into his bedroom, I found someone had beaten me there. A particularly hirsute and bulky nude man knelt at the head of the bed, while my NCO fuckbud lay face down, Kev's brown-haired head bobbing up and down in the new guy's very dark, bushy crotch. Kevin fellated this man with every bit of fervor as he showed sucking my dick, only it looked like the mystery man wasn't hung nearly as big as me, and Kevin used the smaller size to his cocksucking advantage, going wild on the hard root. From my vantage, the guy still had a good size and respectable girth. This other man was older, in his late 30s, I'd say, and wasn't so bad looking. Not in the least. 5'10" if an inch, olive-tan complexion , thinning dark brown hair, ruddy cheeks, deep dark stubble, perfect white smile, with an unconventionally handsome face too pretty for the rest of him. He looked to be in the service as well. I guessed by his regulation buzz and fighting-fit body, probably an officer. He didn't have the tight toned build of a teen or 20 something. Instead of definition, his muscles were bulky, his chest was barreled and his shoulders wide and rounded. In place of a rippled abdomen, there was a solid midsection with just a hint of padding. But his defining feature was the dark mat of swirling, long, but fine hairs that covered just about every inch of him to varying degrees. The longer and thicker patches were evident on his forearms and legs. I noticed the wispier hairs that flowed off his mounded shoulders, thickened as they swirled around his pecs, zeroing in around his thick, large nipples. The hair was longest and thickest between his pecs, obscuring the skin as it streamed down the center of his torso and melted into this deep thicket of black pubes. Fuck, he looked like a man should - virile, built, and clearly horny. I heard the suction "pop" of a hard dick being relinquished from a wet mouth. Kevin looked up with glossy lips. "Hey Big Boy, glad you made it," Kevin said, now licking and kissing the wet cock in front of his face, letting me get a good look at it - 6 inches, cut, very nice. It stood out straight with a very slight curve upward. "Hope you don't mind a third joining us today. Glen's wife cut him off, so he needed a blow job from his direct report." I wasn't sure if Glen was Kevin's actual boss or if that was a joke between them. Kevin's eyes twinkled mischievously. But my attention was drawn to the shimmer of Glen's gold wedding band wrapped around a hairy knuckle, as the man ran his hand appreciatively along Kevin's short, downy, chestnut-colored hair. If I'd been unsure walking in on this scene, my dick was definitely doing the thinking now. "Cool," I said as I wiggled out my sweatshirt and stripped. Kevin got back to work, and Glen's hands went back to the top of Kevin's head. Kevin's heavy slurping filled the bedroom as I slid my briefs off my hips, letting my engorged tool finally hang heavy in front of me. The older Navy man's eyes followed me, scanning me up and down with bright green eyes as I walked to the foot of the bed. I could tell he was appreciative of me - my body, my looks, my cock, and it only became clearer the more he talked. "Hiya," he greeted me laconically, now corkscrewing his prick into Kevin's open, moaning mouth while he held the man's head still. "Hey," I responded, crawling up onto the mattress and kneeling between Kevin's thick spread legs. Lazily, I ran my hands up the furry backs of his knotted calves and hamstrings, and I watched his round butt grind and hike back appreciatively. Glen sucked in a breath and shut his eyes to savor the pleasure of Kevin's cocksucking action on his joint, then relaxed them open again. "I don't mean to be edging in on your territory, kid. I was just horny, and well, Kev and I go way back." "s' OK," I assured, enjoying the buzz growing in my dangling nuts. "We're not boyfriends." I'd heard the guys on the team talk about how much they wanted to be in a threesome (with two chicks, of course). But I don't think I knew before that moment, between Petty Officer Kevin Marshall's legs, how much I got turned on by the idea of a menage a trois. Like I say, every time I think I've reached the pinnacle of sexual euphoria, something new comes along to top it. I'm sure I wouldn't have traded my weekend with LCDR Jack Grant in for this threeway romp, but the situation before me was exciting, unexpected, and nasty as hell. I loved the pure sexual feelings it was bringing out in me. Meanwhile, I surveyed the couple in front of me in anticipation, my new hairy Navy man continued talking. "Wow, kid, you got a cock on you, that's for sure. Kev suck that for ya? I can't imagine getting my lips around it, it's so freaking fat..." Glen looked down at his cock fucking the PO2's mouth. "Yeah, Kev that's it, gobble that dick. You been sneaking a peek every day at the base for the last month. Waiting for my wife to cut me off, get me so friggin' worked up.... Yeah, buddy!" Jesus, that man loved to talk. Thing was, he had this sexy, mellow voice that drove me nuts. Sex talk can be cheesy, I suppose, or too much, but the more Glen talked the more I was into it. He continued on, praising Kevin, ordering him, talking about how built I was for a kid my age. It was all good, only I was here to do more than listen to an adulterer's sex monologue. Scooting down so that my knees rested on the edge of the king-size mattress, I bent down. Hands in front of me, I pried apart Kevin's masculine, muscular butt. Nice, downy, dark fur lined his ass trench, which at that moment looked so damned perfect. I ran my finger tauntingly down his cleft, bushing his crinkled hole, which got Kevin to swivel his hips in response. "Gonna fuck 'im?" Glen asked, sweat now forming on his brow, dripping down his face. His hips thrust, and his dark manfur glistened as his sweat adhered the fields of body hair to the skin on his chest and stomach. Never let it be said the man didn't like a good blow job. "Yeah," I replied curtly, holding his gaze, watching him watch me press my smooth face into that hot, deep asstrench in front of me. I pushed my face in closer, spreading Kevin's ass with my deft fingers as I licked, probed, and gnawed at that smooth Navy hole flanked with fine dark hairs. This was only the second man I'd rimmed, but I'd sure taken to it, excited by the act and determined to do a good job. I could feel Kevin's surprise even without hearing his shocked expression muffled by a mouthful of cock. His whole body jumped, startled by my oral explorations of his anus as his hole pulled away for just a second. I laughed inwardly, glad that Jack had taught me the joys of eating ass. "Jesus!" Glen swore, his hand tightening around Kevin's head. "You're eating that hole out aren't ya? Kid's into this shit. Fuck, guy, keep at it. Go deeper if ya can. You're driving Kev wild. Hell, the guy's taking it out on my prick." I was turning this face-fucking, married satyr on, but I was driving my Petty Officer wild. Kevin's abs tightened and his butt clenched against my working jaw, then relaxed, pushing his opening pucker against my slurping, munching mouth as my tongue slipped into him. He was trying to fuck the sheets, desperate to come, but when I figured out what he was trying to do, I circled my hands around to grip his hips tightly. I was gonna be in charge of this show. I don't know how long I was down there. "Jesus H Christ.... I don't wanna blow yet!" Glen growled as he edged back on the mattress, pulling away from Kevin's talented mouth. Kevin was now free to moan as he dropped his head onto the bed, hiking his ass back into my burrowing tongue. I looked up, over Kevin Marshall's rounded, dusted asscheeks and sculpted back and saw the older man looking on, flush and horny, his smooth erection wet and red looking and jutting out from his thick bush. My tongue plunged past Kevin's ring easily. I figured it was time when I pulled my wet lips from Kevin's sloppy, relaxed hole. He let out a shaky breath. I wiped my chin and looked down at my work. Kevin's legs now wedged apart, his fur-lined ass trench now gloriously wet as his fluttering hole peeked behind thin damp hairs. LDCR Grant would be proud. I knelt up, my boner raging and dripping wet by now. Glen whistled, stroking his 6-inch, cut piece. "Don't know how you're holding off, buddy. I almost shot watching you down there. That's some nasty shit. Never thought I'd watch a high school kid do shit like that." "Tell me about it," Kevin laughed, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Damn, bud, you've learned some new tricks." Glen's eyes were now fixated on my bobbing erection, precum now streaming down from the slit of the head. His clear attraction to my endowment made me proud and even hornier. His mellow voice now had more of an edge to it. "Hell, never even thought I'd get turned on by watching this shit. Now you're gonna fuck him, huh?" I nodded. "Pass me the lube. In the drawer, nightstand next to you," I ordered. I was almost too horny to speak. "Sure thing," Glen replied. He leaned over and fumbled around, finally securing the bottle and tossing it to me as I skillfully caught it one-handed. He stepped back up to the bed and nudged his dick back into Kevin's willing mouth. Glen hissed as Kevin slurped it back up. If Kevin's jaw was getting sore from the extended blowjob, he wasn't letting on. I guess a smaller prick did offer some advantages for a guy sucking dick. "Wouldn't think you'd need to lube up," the older man observed as I single-handedly flipped the lid and poured the lube heavily down my heavy cock, like ketchup on a hotdog. "Not after the slop job you just gave him down there, he must be wetter than a Tijuana whore." I knew now where the expression "curse like a sailor" came from, this guy liked to talk dirty and he liked to watch. Tossing the bottle aside, I greased up my prick and applied the excess slick between Kevin's asscheeks, my fingers smearing it across Kevin's hole before pressing my wet fingers into him. I looked up. Here was this studly, hairy-as-fuck, barrel-chested, married, no-nonsense, career Navy guy, and he was getting off on the scene. "Nah," I calmly answered, my right hand palming Kevin's asscheeks, spreading him, as my left pushed my hard prick down at an angle and guided it between Kevin's buns. "It's too big, can't breach 'im without a little grease." I wondered what Kevin thought about this. Not only being double-teamed, but talked about like he was some object, not another man in the room. But when my slick cockhead brushed against his wet pucker, I felt it flittering like mad, dilating, wanting to be fucked. I knew he was turned on as well. Glen breathed deep and held his breath as we both watched me penetrate Kevin's chute. My eyes were riveted to the Petty Officer's furry globes and the insanely hot sight of Kev's tongue-fucked hole smoothly swallowing my cockhead. Glen exhaled, his mellow voice breaking my focused attention to the penetration. "Yeah, guess so. Never seen a cock that fat. Big round fucker, long too. Perfect fucking cock, man. Bet you're stretching Kev good... oh yeah, shit, kid, you're hung to holy fuck." All the time the man alternated between staring me straight in my eyes and gaping at the sight of my lubed stalk burrowing deep into the stud butt before me. So slowly I pushed in, watching his asslips stretch around my girth. It felt good. Kevin always felt good, but I had only fucked him twice before. And now I was alive, tingling from head to toe in lust. Soon my blond pubes mashed up against Kevin's hard, fleshy rump as Kevin let out a muffled cry from around Glen's cock I held still, breathing heavily with pleasure while the man's asswalls clenched and released, then clenched again. "Damn," Glen muttered, pulling his cock out from Kevin's slobbering mouth so he could lean forward and get a closer look. I spread Kevin's cheeks for his viewing pleasure. "Don't know how the guy takes it." Kevin sucked in air and let out a deep moan before attacking his boss's hairy nutsac. I met Glen's gaze. I could tell Kev was worked up and ready to take me on, for real. "Like this," I said, gripping the Petty Officer's trim waist, pulling my flexing hips back, dragging half of my cock out, and then slamming forward back into place. The married stud's green eyes went wide and I could see his heartbeat pound beneath his dampened hairy chest. I repeated my action, and pounded Kevin's butt again. In the process, my cock plowed over his throbbing prostate, and he moaned and writhed beneath me. Glen moaned, too, as he watched my fat, veiny shaft disappear and reappear. I was liking this. I'd gone from third wheel to the center of the show. Kevin humped his beautiful ass back against my deep thrusts as I pressed his lower back down, forcing his ass up. The man took all I gave and wanted more. Glen watched on with eagerness, the blowjob now forgotten. Before, when I'd fucked Kevin, I fucked without much finesse, but my head was in a different space now. I thought back to Jack Grant, hell I was reliving our first fuck. Only now I was top man, finding that perfect rhythm. It was like I was channeling all of Jack's power and expertise while I rode PO2 Kevin Marshall's tail. "Fuck that cunt, boy! Fuck it!" Glen spat. His eyes on the action. "Yeah, look at that shit. That's hot fuckin' shit. Huge fuckin' cock rippin' that ass in two." Glen reached down, gripping Kevin's cheeks and spreading him for me. "Get it there, boy! Fuck him deep. Fuck him nice and deep. Yeah. Stuff him! Bury it in there. Yeah, just like that." All I could do was groan my reply as Glen slapped one of Kevin's cheeks. "You enjoying yourself, Marshall? This is what you were caving, right? You loving Big Boy's prick buried up your tail? Ruining you for everyone else? I fuckin' bet you are. Fuck, beautiful fuckin' sight wathcing your snatch gobble up that fat fucker." I had a feeling the guy didn't talk that way with his wife. "Glen, man...Oh fuck," Kevin said between moans. His muscular body was more relaxed now, almost passive on the bed as I nailed him. "It's so big. It's so fucking good. Fuck me, it's so good." The mattress was bouncing up and down like crazy. I wasn't losing control. The hotness of the whole fuck was that my mind had gotten into this intense groove where I was getting off by holding back and going rough at the same time. This is what it means to top, I reflected. "Aw Jim!" Kevin cried, muffled as he put his face down in the pillow. I knew he was feeling intense, since he didn't call me Big Boy. "Pound my ass, Jim! Feels so fucking hot, where did you learn to fuck like that, guy?" I looked back up, feeling my ego swell. Glen's mouth was agape, his eyes never leaving my pounding cock, his tongue nearly wagging out, panting, whispering obscenities to himself as he stroked his pud. His fingers now pressed along Kevin's stretched hole, feeling my slick clock glide in between his fingertips. Glen wanted it. I could read it in his face. This beastly, married, Navy hunk wanted me to fuck him, too. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. Maybe it was just from the joy of watching a hot fuck, but I could swear he knew I knew, and was answering me back. "Yeah, I want you," his smile seemed to say. That thought was working my orgasm to a taut pitch. I was gonna explode big and soon. My hips went into overdrive. My thrusts and grunts signaled that I was close. I could see the bubbling orgasm in Glen's face as well. "Yeah. Nut in that Navy cunt, Boy! Make him feel it! Breed that ass. Come on, Boy. You can do it. Shoot that boy batter." The pace of fucking sped up, and I groaned as the sounds of sweaty flesh slapping flesh intensified and as the smooth wet friction against my steelhard cock lapped waves of pleasure all the way up to my chest and the back of my neck. Roughly, I grabbed the back of Glen's head and pulled his upper body toward mine. He didn't resist, in fact he leaned in and turned his head. Our mouths met, open and eager. I was making out with a married stud twice my age. By now he was frigging his own cock with abandon, sucking and then biting my lip as I felt the first spritz of his load spray against my nude chest as he grunted into my mouth. "Jim! Fuck, I'm close, Big Boy! Fuck, yeah, just like that. Oh shit, Jim! I'm coming!" Kevin cried beneath me as I felt his rectal walls grip my cock in a velvety vice, locking my cock in place. I was LCDR Jack Grant in that moment as I had fucked Kevin into a hands-free orgasm. That was the trip wire as I felt my balls clench as my cock painting the deepest reaches of Kevin's guts with my juicy jock load - maddeningly thrusting into him with every heavy sput. In that position, buried inside Kevin with my lips locked with Glen's, I had my first threesome orgasm. "That was fuckin' hot," Glen said as we all took a second to catch our breath, unable to move. Glen's arm draped on my shoulder and his head rested against mine, our breathing nearly synchronized. Like some primal biological connection between two mating humans. I enjoyed the clammy warmth of his arm against my shoulder and the rough scratch of stubble against my smoother cheek Finally, I extracted myself from the older man's embrace and pulled back. I eased my still tumescent cock from the slick tightness of my fuckbuddy's rectum. Kevin let out a slow moan, his chute clenching me on the way out. It was a wet extraction as I'd worked my semen up into a white froth and had to admire how much I'd shot. Then I remembered, I'd not jacked off as much as normal the last week. I'd needed this. I leaned back and noticed that Glen stood still and looked on in admiration. Like him, I was now coated in a sheen of sweat. My hair damp as my golden bangs began to fall into my face. My cock still plump, hung shimmering with lube and my load. "Christ! You know how to fuck, don't cha?" "Yeah," I smirked, taking my prick and flinging a large drop of my aftershock jism onto his forested chest. The white, tear-shaped drop clung to his thick hair like Velcro. Glen and I helped Kevin onto shaky feet. He thanked both of us for a hot time. "Man, Big Boy." Kev said as Glen went to wash off in the bathroom. "You went to town just now. I didn't know you liked it so rough." I blushed, suddenly shy at my performance as a piledriving top. What business had I, a high school senior, to pretend I was some porno stud? "Sorry if I got carried away..." I started. Kevin clasped his muscular arms around me in a hug, cutting me short. "It's OK, Big Boy, I normally like a gentler top, but I have to admit, you know what you're doing. Felt freakin' fantastic." He pulled back, gave my lips a quick peck, then added, "Listen, I told Glen this already back on the Naval Station, but one reason I had you guys over is that I wanted to see you both one last time. I got news Thursday that I'm gonna be deployed." "For real?" I asked, taken aback as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I knew what we had was casual, but already I knew I was going to miss him. "This is going to sound cheesy as fuck, Kevin. But I'm gonna miss you," I told him. "Gonna miss you, too, Big Boy." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Thanks for the going away fuck. It was better than I could have hoped for." Then, stepping back and out of my ams, he added, "Hope you didn't mind having a third here. Glen can be a little, um, intense," he chuckled. "It was hot," I said. Kevin gave a playful wink, just as Glen was coming out of the bathroom. Kev was ready to get cleaned off himself. "All right," he announced, "I'm gonna shower off." "And I gotta get back home," Glen said, wiggling his left ring finger before he started searching for his pants among the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. He started getting dressed as Kevin went into the bathroom. Feeling dehydrated, and still naked, I went to the kitchen to get some water, pausing to get a second glass to replenish my lost fluids. When I returned, Glen was back in uniform, short-sleeved, service khakis with gold oak clusters on his lapels - LCDR, just like Jack. The Officer was leaning over Kevin's dresser, writing on a slip of paper. "Here you go, stud," he said, slipping the paper in my hand. "Give me a call. I'm pretty green to this, but I'd kick myself if I didn't take the opportunity to give Big Boy here a ride," he winked. I still felt lightheaded from the sex, but felt my cock harden at the thought of tapping this Navy wolfman's married butt. Shorter than me, he tentatively leaned in, gaging my expression before he pinched my chin between his index and his thumb, pulling my mouth to his. His soft, wet lips kissed mine and made me downright dizzy. I wanted to pull at him, but I wasn't sure how he felt about others touching his uniform. After swapping breath and saliva, Glen reached down and saw my near-erection. Gripping it, he massaged the rod, trying to close his fingers around the width. "Goddamn, you're hung," he muttered, grinning before he put on his garrison cap and walked out of the room. I heard the front door shut as he left into the night air. As I picked up my discarded team sweatshirt, I realized I was still horny. God, if the guys on the team, could see me. I half shuttered at the shame of being the resident jock faggot, but then laughed when I realized that there's no way any of them could have pulled off a scene like I did. My chest swelled in pride, and my dick popped back up to full erection. Gently kicking open the door of the bathroom, I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. "Fuck, Kev," I said, circling my arms around his brawny frame. "I'm gonna miss this." I drew his wet body against mine and nestled my prick in his crack. "You feel great, Big Boy. Only, I don't think I can take it again. You wore me out just now" he said as he turned his head, his hand reaching back to stroke my still mostly dry hair. "I'll be gentle this time," I said, lifting his right leg up, settling his foot on the rim of the tub so I could position my shaft at his still half-dilated hole. This was my horniness driving me, for sure, but I also wanted one more time with PO2 Kevin Marshall before he shipped out. The man had shown me what sex could be, hot and unihibited. I was grateful for the sexual creature he'd helped me become. Though not romantic, our physical connection was powerful. I kissed and nibbled at the nape of his neck while I sunk in nice and slow, my freshly deposited load easing my entrance. Kevin responded in a deep cry and leaned back into me. "Fuck, Jim. Why do you feel so good?" I wrapped my arms around his clean chest and torso as I kissed his neck. And, yes, I was gentle this time. ***** That November, I received two scholarship offers, one at the University of Virginia and one at Clemson. Unlike for football, Division I scholarships are limited for baseball players. I was excited to get a partial scholarship at both places and lucky that Dad had the means to pay for my college. The in-state tuition at UVA made the decision a no-brainer. The non-football National Signing Day came, and it was with excitement that Dad and I gathered around the kitchen table as I almost ceremoniously signed my letter of intent. "Look right here, Slugger," Dad said, his snapshot digital camera aimed at me, pen in hand. I posed for the few shots he took. "Going to send these to your brothers and Uncle Mike." I had a big smile on my face as I scribbled my signature. Dad looked on in his typical proud `Dad' kind of way. "You excited, Jimbo?" he asked. "Definitely," I said. Virginia was a great program, and I knew I'd thrive there. Though how much I'd thrive was up to me, or rather to a combination of hard work, good luck, and genetics. A few players from our school had gone there, so it seemed a natural fit. Only I had a nagging doubt. "I feel I'm letting you down by not going to the Academy. Especially now." So far, only Matt had followed in Dad's footsteps, attending the Naval Academy at Annapolis. Part of me felt I should be joining the military and that I was being selfish by pursuing baseball instead. Dad clapped my shoulder, his hand large enough to comfortably cover my upper trap muscle. "You gotta follow your calling, Jim, not mine. Hell, I'd be mad if you didn't." That was one reason I was close to my father, the way he unconditionally supported us. He saw that I still felt conflicted so he patted my shoulder and added, "If you still feel compelled to join up, there are always options. ROTC may or may not work with baseball, I don't know... there's also the option of Officer Candidate School after college. But you gotta do it because it's right for you, not because you think I want it." "Yeah," I nodded. The option making me feel less guilty, but deep down I felt like baseball was my calling, just like how the Navy was Dad's He looked lovingly at me, "Your mother would be proud, you know." It had been over four years since mom had died, and we didn't talk too much about her. His words made me sad and contemplative. "You miss her, Slugger," he said, less of a question than a statement. "Yessir," I muttered, a lump in my throat. "A lot." I didn't think about Mom all the time, life went on after all. But on occasion it felt like it was just last month that I sat helpless in her hospital room. He squeezed my shoulder again. "I miss her, too, son. A lot." Dad stood up, the thick muscles of his upper body stretching his shirt, the buttons straining across his immense deep chest as I could almost imagine the seams beginning to tear around his thick arms and large, wide shoulders. His body language signaled he was ready to change the subject back to my accomplishment. "I'm going to call your uncle Mike and tell him the news. Feel like going out tonight? I think this calls for a nice dinner," he said. I went upstairs to change into some nicer clothes. I was in my room in front of the mirror, buttoning up my shirt when Dad knocked on my door, handing me his cell phone. "Here... Jack wants to congratulate you." I took the phone as Dad went back down the hall. "Awesome news, Jim!" Jack said. I instantly smiled at the sound of his voice. "Thanks, Sir," I said. I don't think I'd ever get into the habit of calling him `Jack.' "I'm pretty stoked." "I'll bet. Your dad says Virginia has a great team." "Yessir." "I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed San Diego didn't win you over," he said. It was said in a half-joking tone, but the implication was clear. He was checking to make sure I was doing OK with what we'd done. I got the sense he was feeling guilty for the sex we'd had. I wanted to put him at ease. "I would have had a blast out there. Maybe too much fun." Jack laughed. "Jeez, Jim, I wish I'd had your balls when I was your age... I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but you have one admirer." "You?" I teased. "Well, yeah, but I was thinking of someone else. The Admiral." I remembered the Rear Admiral, RADM Bill Henson all right, the bull built, hulk of a man with the dominating eyes and palpable aura of authority. I popped an instant hardon. Right there in the middle of my room, as Jack and I talked on the phone, my door still open, with Dad only yards away. Jack must have mistaken my silence for being offended. "I'm sorry, Jim, I shouldn'ta..." I cut him off. "No, Jack, it's not that. I found the idea..." I looked down the hall to make double sure Dad wasn't in earshot. "I find the Admiral hot." I could almost hear the smile break out on Jack's face. "You horndog," he laughed. "Guilty as charged," I said. "Look, Jack, I shouldn't have said anything, the Admiral's your guy, I was just, you know, fantasizing." "Fantasize away, Slugger. I wouldn't have told you if I was going to be the jealous type." I wasn't sure why Jack told me, but I didn't ask or say anything about it. It felt very heady, having a conversation with another man about desiring his married, crazy high-ranking fuckbuddy. It was a different world than my teammates and buddies were living in. For them, it was all very sure and black and white. For all their talk about balling chicks, they dated girls and stayed exclusive, reserving the one-off sex, if they actually got any, to their in-between periods. For me, I was beginning to see a different world, where sex was a powerful, intense bond that had a way of trumping all other bonds. I'd sort out the greater implications at a later point. For now, it was one big rush. Jack and I ended our call and I took Dad's phone back to him. He was in a good mood when I entered his room, already in his slacks as he buttoned up his crisp, clean shirt over his massive deep pecs. "Be ready to head out in about fifteen?" he asked. I nodded. I went to the bathroom to piss and to comb my lengthening, wavy hair into something presentable. My conversation with Jack had made me horny, though. As I shut the bathroom door, I undid my khakis and pulled out my excited erection. Standing in front of the mirror, I stroked off, thinking of Jack, Kevin, Glen, and especially the Admiral. I thought of that older officer fucking me like Jack did. The volleys of my pearly-white cum fired out over the sink and onto the mirror, giving me the relief I craved as I tried to be as silent as possible. As I cleaned up, I thought of how much my life had changed in a year. ***** That weekend was surprisingly low key. I still had school and my normal life, even if I had my college plans in order now. Saturday I joined the football guys for a gym workout and conditioning run. I spent the afternoon with my buddy Rick Bryant. Since Pete Miller had moved away, Rick had become my closest friend. We played video games at his place, in the rec room. Rick's parents had divorced and he now lived with his mom. We sat on the large sofa in front of a big flatscreen, controllers in hand and a bag of chips between us. He had a date that night. Rick was a popular guy. Not an athlete, he was of slighter build than I was, and he always dressed kind of preppy, in contrast to my preference for basic casual or athletic attire. But he was super friendly and outgoing, yet laid back. Despite being a jock, I could be a quiet introvert, and I found myself drawn to more extroverted guys. Not sexually in the case of Rick, just as a friend. Rick dated a lot. I don't think there was more than a month that passed when he didn't have a girlfriend. He never pressed me about my dating life though. I hadn't gone out with anyone in a year. "I'm jealous, McGrath," he said as we finished a game. "I didn't get in with Early Decision, now I gotta wait." Rick's father had gone to Duke, and that was Rick's first choice. He was a decent student, though like me, he wasn't necessarily going to be competitive for the top schools. "It's nerve racking to wait for news, for sure." He nodded. "Well, it's awesome you've done so well. UVA's a great school." I knew it was one of the places Rick had applied to. It would be great to go to the same school. "Maybe you'll come out of your shell in college," he added as we fired up another round. "What do you mean?" I asked defensively, pressing the buttons of my controller with soft clicks.. "You know, date a little more, get laid. You're like a frickin' monk, McGrath." "Rick, I'm gay." I would like to think it was courage on my part, but mostly it came out before I had a chance to overthink it. I'm glad it did. Rick was the first guy I told who I hadn't slept with. He paused a second, both of us losing interest in the game as he read my face to see if I was on the level. Deciding I was, he said simply, "That's cool." He shrugged, his attention returning to our on-screen match. There are three things a straight guy like Rick can mean when he says it's cool. One: he's not cool with it. At all. Two: he wants to be cool with it but feels uncomfortable. Three: he's really cool with it. Rick was really cool with it. "Thanks, man," I said, relief in my voice. He looked at me suspiciously. "You're not holding out on a boyfriend, are you?" "No boyfriend," I said as I focused on my in-game enemies. "I'm still trying to figure stuff out." "You getting laid?" Rick could be upfront about stuff. While he wasn't crass in talking about his girlfriends, he didn't hold back mentioning his sex life. I smiled, glad I wasn't a virgin. "I'm getting laid, Bryant. Not as much as I'd like, but yeah, it's been fun." "Cool. I didn't know how it would be in a town like this." Rick and I weren't the hugging type of buds, but as I left his place around 5 o'clock, we clasped briefly. He was the first person I'd really come out to, and truly nothing changed. I know a lot of guys aren't that lucky, and I felt fortunate to have a friend like him. ***** I had wrestled with the idea of telling my family. Jack had assured me that Dad wouldn't care, but for some reason the idea of telling him seemed the hardest. Just the idea of him possibly rejecting me made me sick to my stomach. So, in my mind, I formulated a plan. I'd tell my brothers I was gay right before going off to college. I'd feel it out for a couple of years and see how I felt about telling Dad. Only my plan didn't work out that way. It was the middle of December, and Dad was up in D.C. for a couple of days. He never explicitly said what these trips were for, only that they required his presence. Growing up, John and Paul always insisted that it was with the Secretary of the Navy at the Pentagon. It was always a joke, but now, after everything on the news, it felt more real than ever. So I was home alone again... almost. "You know, you don't have to come over to watch me," I said as Paul, my second oldest brother, and I sat on the couch in front of the TV. He'd come over to watch the Redskins-Eagles game. Paul had played in high school, linebacker, and was a big Redskins fan. Paul's blue-gray eyes, like Dad's, bored into mine as he drank a beer after his shift. I enjoyed his company, but was just peeved that Dad felt like I had to be watched like a kid. "You know Dad..." my cop brother said. "He made me promise I'd come check on you." I nodded. I could see Dad making Paul do that. I didn't perv on my brother, not exactly, but he looked really good in his short-sleeved, black uniform. At five foot ten in his patent leather shoes, he was the shortest of the McGrath men, but already at 22, had considerable muscle and girth, his body looking more like Dad's than mine did. He had a naturally beefy build that made him look a little older than he was. He had chestnut-brown hair that he now kept neatly trimmed pretty close per precinct standards, and a five o'clock shadow that filled out his face. "No date with Megan tonight?" I asked. My brother grinned with the bottle at his lips as he took a long swig. "She's a Rams fan," he drawled. "It's the only thing we ever fight about." I laughed because I knew Paul wasn't exaggerating. I could imagine him and his bombshell girlfriend getting into it over Paul's Redskins obsession. "So things are going good with you two?" I asked. Our family adored Megan, probably more than Paul. She was one of those incredibly sincere and nice people. "Definitely," Paul said, eyes still on the game. It was funny, my brother was the kind of guy you'd think would be a pussy hound. He had enough of the McGrath good looks to be. But he'd dated Megan steady for a couple of years now, ever since they'd been set up on a blind date by mutual friends. I was glad he was happy. I think Dad was initially frustrated when Paul didn't have college plans like John. But he was so happy when he joined the police academy. It was a trip to see a rebellious guy who'd been busted at teen parties now in law enforcement. "She puts up with me," he joked. Paul was definitely the laid back one among us McGrath men, and it was hard to imagine anyone not getting along with him. We watched the game for a bit more, Paul cursing every so often as his Redskins botched a play. I wasn't really that into pro football myself - I could take it or leave it - but I got a kick out of Paul's enthusiasm. "You seeing anyone Jim?" Paul asked over the TV commentators. "No," I replied as the game went to commercial. My brother nudged me playfully. "What's the deal with that, Jim? You're a good looking jock. I bet you're fighting off the girls left and right." "I dunno," I deflected. I couldn't tell him his little brother, star jock, liked guys, well... men. He shrugged. "Well, you only live through high school once, Jimbo. You should be having some fun." Being Paul, it wasn't said in a judgmental tone but from a place of sincerity. My older brother really was just a fun-loving guy and was always urging me to be less serious. "In that case, is it OK if I have one of your beers?" Paul smirked. "All right. But don't tell Dad I'm a pushover." I laughed and got up to fetch a bottle from the fridge. "Want another?" He held his bottle up and judging the mostly empty volume said, "Sure." The beer wasn't enough to get me drunk, even as a teenager I had more tolerance, but it gave me a gentle buzz and helped me relax. As we watched the third quarter, a million thoughts went through my head. Why couldn't I tell my brother I was gay? I was afraid, for sure, but I wasn't sure what exactly I was afraid of. "Paul..." I stammered, forcing myself to get the courage. "I'm not into girls." I couldn't even bear to look at my brother, but kept my eyes fixed on a game I couldn't care less about. That surprised the big lug all right, pulling his attention away from his team. He paused, took a sip of beer, then replied. "You know I don't give a fuck, right?" I felt an intense rush of emotion as I felt like I could now exhale. Relief and adrenaline at the same time. My heart was pounding a thousand beats a minute. "I didn't know that," I said, taking a sip of beer and turned finally to look at Paul. "... but thanks." He gave me a heartfelt, almost dopey look. "Megan's best friend from high school is gay, Jim. I wouldn't have guessed it from the dude, either. He doesn't act gay at all.... fuck, I'm saying the wrong thing, aren't I?" I smiled and shook my head. "No, not at all." I sighed, relaxing back into the couch. "Damn, it feels like a relief to tell you." "You told anyone else?" "Just my buddy, Rick." I blushed as I added, "And the couple of guys I've fooled around with." My brother didn't need to know that a "couple" now numbered a good half dozen and included Dad's work friend, Jack. My brother's goofball personality came back. "And here I was worried my workaholic, baby brother wasn't having any fun." I felt embarrassed and yet proud. "Don't tell anyone," I asked solemnly. "You know I won't," he said thoughtfully. We watched the game a little more, before he then spoke up again. "I got some news to share, too, Jimbo... I'm going to propose to Megan. I'm sure she's the one." My mood lit up. "That's awesome, bro," I said. "You guys are gonna be a happy couple." "She's gotta say `yes' first," he laughed. "She'll say `yes,'" I grunted. Paul smirked and I could see he was smitten. "We've talked about marriage a lot, so I think she's on the same page... This is a secret, for now, Jim. Only my buddy Eric knows. And Megan's friend Kate. I'm still not convinced she can keep a secret, but I needed some help picking out the ring," he chuckled. ***** Dad was set to deploy again in the new year, so all of us relished getting together for Christmas. It had actually been a few years since all the McGraths were in Norfolk for the holidays. Even Uncle Mike made the trip from Phoenix with his long-term partner Lisa, who at this point was practically Aunt Lisa. It was a trip to see Matt now, it was like I had a different brother entirely. Gone was the shaggy dark hair of high school as he now had the clean, trim cut of a freshman cadet. He definitely seemed more mature, more grown up. He stood up straighter and addressed Dad by his rank, and only stopped after Dad had to issue a formal order for his son to simply call him, `Dad.' Even though he was only two years older than me, his time at Naval Academy had been a formative one. He was more serious, and respectful in his demeanor. But the shine in his playful blue eyes told me he was still the same Matt that got me laid with the head cheerleader. John also made the fight in from Chicago as Dad had me and Matt pick him up from the airport. It was so refreshing seeing him again as we hugged outside the terminal. I didn't get to see John a lot after he left for college in Chicago and stayed for work. He and Dad butted heads often when I was a young teen, especially after mom passed. John reminding Dad that HE had signed up for the Navy, not him. I don't blame John. Before Dad settled into his long-term station out of Norfolk after his promotion, the Navy had us moving every few years. Maybe I was too young, but I know Paul and definitely John resented Dad for their uprooted lives. Paul was easy to forgive and forget once he was on his own. But John and Dad's relationship still had some small wounds. I wished he'd visit more. Seeing John after so long was great, and he looked every bit of the up-and-coming finance bro. My older brother looked the most like mom with his leaner nose and high cheekbones. Unlike Paul, he and Matt had inherited the slimmer build of the men on mom's side. And like the rest of my brothers, he had the same blue eyes and brown hair. It was Christmas Eve, everyone around the dinner table chatting over pecan pie when Paul and Megan made their announcement. Paul had proposed earlier that week at the same restaurant they met at on their blind date. They were officially engaged and were planning to get married in St. Louis over Labor Day. It was the happiest I remember being in a while. Happy for my brother and happy to see the rest of my family all together, sharing in the good news. Aunt Lisa bonded with Megan over the plans. Lisa didn't come across as overly concerned about wedding traditions, but she clearly had sensed what it was like to be surrounded by the masculine overdose of the McGrath clan, and she indulged Megan in a talk about wedding venues, dress shopping, and bachelorette parties. Paul ribbed my oldest brother sitting next to him. "Beat you to it, John," he grinned as Megan gripped Paul's arm, still in a womanly conversation with Lisa. John shot him a stare behind a smile. He was still dating more casually and enjoying his mid 20s. Matt was the next person I came out to. The day after Christmas, I approached him when he was alone in his old room, rifling through his things. Dad hadn't moved a thing since Matt left for Annapolis, but asked him to clear out some old clothes for Goodwill. I knocked on his door before he turned to look at me. "What's up Squirt?" he asked with a smile. I was taller, wider and bigger than him when he left. And that still held true now, despite his growth at the Academy. But I was still his little brother. I walked in and sat on his old full bed. I remembered losing my V-card to Kim Allen in that very bed, but not with the same fondness I had for losing my other V-card to Jack. Two important days in my life that signalled how I'd come to realize my true self: compared to LCDR Jack Grant, the head cheerleader, or any woman, didn't compare. I took a deep breath to gather my courage. "Matt, I need to tell you something." He dropped what he had in his hand and gave me his undivided attention, his Academy training kicking in when something was requested of him. He nodded to proceed. I was ready to exit if I had to. "Matt..." I took one look at this stoic countenance, realizing now where Dad learned his from. "I'm gay," I said with trepidation. Of all my brothers, Matt and I had the closest relationship and I was afraid I was putting it to the test. "Makes sense," he said curtly as he sat down next to me. Of my brothers, I was closest to Matt, but he didn't go out of his way to comfort me. I guess that was fine, he wasn't mean or anything about it, just more matter of fact. If Paul was laid back about the news, Matt seemed unsurprised. I said as much. "I just felt there was a part of yourself that you never showed us." I nodded. "Yeah, kinda" I said. "I mean, I haven't really dated anyone." I found myself defensive, like Matt was accusing me of being secretive. Which I guess was technically true, but it rubbed me the wrong way. "You're not even in college yet," he said nonchalantly. "I'm pretty sure you won't have to wait that long." I still knew I wouldn't have the guts to tell Dad, but I came out to John that day as well, while he and I sat at the dinner table, talking about my decision to sign my letter of intent with UVA. "You know I love you, baby bro," he said simply after I told him, throwing an arm around my bigger shoulders in a quick brotherly hug. John was probably the least likely to talk about emotional stuff, at least he didn't much with me. But I was glad it didn't change anything as we easily shifted conversation to non-gay, non-dating stuff - about his life in Chicago, about college, about baseball, and about mom. We finally were interrupted by our Uncle Mike entering the dining room on his way to the kitchen for leftovers. Once Uncle Mike was out of earshot, John whispered, "Glad you told me, Jim." ***** After all the family activity, it felt lonely in the house just two days later - just me and Dad. With his deployment now days away, I knew the drill - Dad would be chained to his den on the phone or answering DOD and USN emails from superiors, his command master chief and his subordinate commanders, getting his affairs in order so his ship and crew were ready on the designated day. It's funny, last summer I'd resented him being back home, and now I dreaded him being gone. This time hit me harder than others, except maybe that first time after Mom died. I knew it's what he had to do, and I was proud of his military service and his Navy career. But this particular tour was going to be tough. Dad was going to miss my high school graduation and my last high school baseball season. I felt selfish for even worrying about that. To make matters worse, Dad told me Jack would soon be leaving on a tour as well, same destination. It was almost five months into this war and I already hated it. Right after New Year's I got a perfect distraction. Alone in the living room in front of the TV, my phone got a simple four-word text. "Happy new year Jim." The sender was Glen. I never did end up hooking up with the married Naval Officer after the threesome with Kevin back in October. I remember a couple days after meeting him, missing Kevin, and being extra horny and excited, I pulled out the well-worn slip of paper and called the number. But Glen answered in a hushed, furtive voice and said that now wasn't a good time to talk. In the following months, he never called back, and I'd half forgotten about him, thinking he was just another married one-off, just like DOD Mark. Maybe he was just saying hello. Either way, his text made me horny as hell. I gripped my growing bone and remembered his hairy, burly body as we spit roasted Kevin Marshall. "Same to you." I replied. I set down my phone, my attention going back to the TV. But a minute later there was another text. "Got the day off." "Cool," I typed. "Doing anything fun?" Of course sexual innuendo was on my mind. I barely knew this man, certainly not well enough to be making small talk via text, so there was a good chance something was up. It was. "I was thinking you could help me find some." Damn. Between coming out to my brothers and Dad leaving, my mood had suppressed my libido lately, but the thought of tangling with Glen perked it right the fuck up. My hands shook as I replied. "I'd be up for that." "When?" Came a quick response. Dad was pretty occupied that day with his tour so close. He hadn't left his den all day and probably wouldn't leave until tonight. So I felt I could get out of the house without a problem. I told Glen any time. "Give me thirty," was the reply. I quickly got dressed in something nicer than just sweats. Fully clothed, I brushed my teeth and combed my slightly curling hair out of my face. About a half hour later, I got a text with the name of a motel in Virginia Beach and a room number. I poked my head into Dad's den. He stood pacing behind his desk on the phone, the lingo of his language still making little sense after all these years. I whispered as I made some excuse to Dad, telling him I was stepping out. He looked at me, not breaking his conversation as he nodded and went back into Captain mode. It wasn't snowing, but it was cold as fuck outside. I slipped on my winter coat over my hoodie, hopped into my black Civic, and headed over to Virginia Beach. The last time I'd seen Glen he'd been in his service khaki Navy uniform. He now wore casual clothes... jeans, flannel shirt, and a gray sweatshirt. His quilted, winter vest lay draped over the back of a chair and his freshly shaved face was still ruddy and flush from the January cold as he ushered me in. "The wife thinks I'm out shopping this afternoon, so I got plenty of time," he said like a naughty teenager breaking curfew. Glen peeled off his gray sweatshirt, and I was reminded how burly the man was. Not overly gym-pumped or bodybuilding-built, not overweight, just a solid endomorph build that filled out his shirt and jeans with a nice stretch. The long, dark hairs of his chest whorled between the open collar of his flanel, curling just above his clavicle, and reaching for his neck. He undid his belt and kicked off his winter boots. "Hope you're real horny, Big Boy," he growled, using Kevin's nickname for me. Oh yeah, this is the guy I remembered from Kevin's. Bawdy, loved to talk during sex. It was just what I needed at the moment. I peeled off my winter coat and sat on the bed to remove my sneakers. "Yeah, pretty much," I grinned. Hands about to pop open his jeans, the man stopped his stripping and stood in front of me with an upright posture and hands on his hips. He took a second to look me over, refreshing his memory. "You must play sports, your body is pretty fucking built." Coming from a man with a powerhouse, almost rugby-player build, that was a compliment. "Baseball," I answered. After I replied, I wondered if I should reveal anything about myself. Maybe I should be more careful. Glen's lusty reaction made me feel more at ease. He grinned big. "A jock like you probably thinks about sex all fuckin' day." I removed my shoes then stood as I began to pull off the University of Virginia Baseball hoodie Dad had gotten me for Christmas. I had just a loose-fitting, plain, white T-shirt underneath. It rode up, revealing my hard-earned abs as I pulled my hoodie off and over my head. I decided to strip the shirt off, too. "To be clear," Glen said now untucking and unbuttoning his shirt. "This is just a one-shot deal. And this stays between us." "Got it," I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. "You're 18, right?" He paused. I watched Glen as he had peeled his flannel shirt off his round shoulders. There was nothing underneath, and the sight of his naked chest and torso took my breath away. I'd kind of forgotten how incredibly hairy the guy was, and the dry winter air made the straight body hair seem fluffier as it deeply swirled in waves around his large pecs. "Yessir," I replied as my eyes drank him in, trying not to drool. The Lieutenant Commander smiled lustily. "Figured you were, kiddo. Especially the way you railed Petty Officer Marshall. Fuck, coulda' watched that shit all night." He undid the buttons on his jeans. Glen playfully growled at me. "Come on, come on, you're hiding the main attraction, buddy. How big's that fucker anyway? Eleven inches?" "It's eight," I laughed, unzipping my jeans. If this guy wanted to see it.... I heard him hiss as he saw the clear, ridged outline in my briefs, the whole mass jutting out from the fly of my jeans. I stretched the elastic and pulled my tumescent, cut meat out of my briefs, snapping the band underneath my balls. I let my hefty hardness fall in front of me then snap rigid up to a 60 degree position. "Well, fuck me," he said, his hungry green eyes taking my endowment in with excitement. "I stand corrected, Big Boy. Eight fucking beer-can inches." In only his open jeans, he went to rummage through the pockets of his winter vest. He pulled out a small tube of lubricant and tossed it on the bed. "Guess I should have packed more of this, then," he said. "At least you got the good stuff, not that KY shit," he chuckled. I didn't have enough experience to know what the good stuff was, but Glen's full-charge love of sex rubbed off on me. I was getting real horny now as I dropped my jeans and slid out of my underwear, getting fully nude and ready to have a one-time affair with this older, married man. Especially after hearing confirmation that he wanted me to fuck him. I decided to take the initiative after the man had fully stripped, taking in the sight of his now freed and excited 6-inch cock as it stuck out of a thicket of dense, black pubes. I stepped up to the slightly shorter man and reached behind his head, gently pulling his mouth up into mine. Not rushed, just playing it as smooth as I could. I'll admit I was copying LCDR Jack Grant's moves whenever I could, using my experiences with him as lessons to adopt. Glen didn't know about Jack or why I was doing what I was doing. He just knew he was kissing a well-hung, high school baseball player in a cheap beachside motel. The dude practically grunted in my mouth as I flicked my tongue in and out between his lips. His rough paws gripped the lean, teen muscles of my waist and back excitedly. My heart pounded as I felt his abundant hairiness finally press against my smoother body, his hot prick and thick pubes pressing into my hip. His body was even better than I remembered it - hairy, hard, meaty, and warm. I was starting to own up to the fact that I went for older men, and this Officer pushed my buttons in a big way. I pulled back and watched his face as my hands traveled from his strong back to cup his furry, thick asscheeks. I gripped and squeezed the bulky muscle gently. "I wanna fuck you, Sir," I muttered. I figured if Glen could bring the sex talk, I could as well. It felt freeing to say what was in my head and run with it. "You got a hot fucking ass." Glen's eyes lit up. He didn't say yes but he didn't say no either. I was taking that as an affirmation. "I didn't think I'd go through with this," he said as his hairy paws roamed up and down my much smoother chest and abs, admiring the lines and ridges of my teen-jock body. "Meeting up or getting fucked?" I asked, the lust making my voice deeper, my fingers tracing seductively from the top of his ass down into the hairy crevice. "Meeting up," he said. "And I knew if we met up, I was gonna get fucked." My hands ran over his solid rump and my fingers dug into his crack, feeling the strength and the dry heat of his masculine hole. "You had experience?" I asked. I hadn't been sure before this meeting, but he didn't seem to have the apprehension of an anal virgin. "Yah, enough," Glen croaked in reply. "Never with Marshall, though, the guy's a pure cockhound." The man's hand reached down between our warming bodies and grabbed hold of my cock. He gripped my shaft, admiring the heft and girth as he tried to touch his fingers with his thumb. "Told myself I was gonna quit, cold turkey. Before I saw your donkey dick at Kevin's." My donkey dick was firming up hard from our sex talk and our embrace. "I'm glad you didn't," I said. I took his mouth again, lips and saliva smacking. "Here's to falling off the wagon." I walked him back slowly to the bed, with its cheap quilted bedspread. We tumbled back onto, his weighty body hitting the hard mattress first and my leaner bod covering him in quick succession as he reached for my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. I had 5 inches of height on him, and I felt his toes brush against my shins before his legs opened for me. His 6-inch boner poke excitedly into my ripped abs, tarring me with fresh precum as we made out and thrust our bodies against one another on that motel bed. The man was in a horny and frisky mood, feeling up my smoother muscle as we kissed, and of course taking every chance to touch and grip my now drooling cock. I responded with my own horny eagerness, wrapping my batting hand around his hard staff, giving it a few strokes and feeling his dewy precum slick my palm. As we made out, the studly man's body language grew more needy, his big legs spread wider and wrapped around my waist. He groaned into our kiss as my fat tool now fucked along the furrygroover between Glen's hole and his ballsac, soaking the smooth hairs with viscuos cocksnot. "Fuck me, Jim," the married man said hoarsely. I grinned, "Yes, Sir." Excited, I reached for the lube and sat up. Glen watched as I liberally slicked up my 8 inches into a drippy sheen. He spread his legs, opening his forested ass as I ran my slick and precum-lubed head up and down his cleft. The hairs brushing my cockhead made the skin tingle as I zeroed in on his hole. I felt my head at the smooth entrance. Glen nodded as I applied a steady pressure, feeling him slowly relax as I took my time. For such a talkative man, Glen was mostly silent as his hole swallowed the head and as I slipped him the rest of my beer-can cock. Other than the few hisses and grunts, he lay back, hands on my chest, shoulders and arms. The Lieutenant Commander took it like a man. He was tighter than Kevin, by far, so tight it almost hurt my cock, making me wince at the pain-tinged pleasure. We definitely had to take our time to work the last couple of my thick inches into him. "Holy hell," he grunted the second I bottomed. "Sure you're not eleven inches, kid?" Verbal Glen was coming back. There was that sexy, mellow voice. "Feels like I'm getting fucked by one of your goddamn baseball bats." I smiled and leaned up on my forearms now as I pulled out gently, then used the strength of my hips to press my length back inside him with a swifter movement. "If you didn't want a baseball bat, you shouldn't have called me up," I grunted, pushing into him again. This was one thing I got from Glen. The ins and outs of verbal sex talk, and the fun of it. With Kevin or Jack, I'd dabbled in saying hot things during sex, but I figured Glen would be open to more and didn't care how cheesy I sounded. "God fucking damn! That's deep!" the stud practically yelled, his fingers digging into my back and his legs tightening around my taut waist as he hooked his ankles together. It was wild to see a big beefy man like Glen in such a clearly receptive position for getting fucked. "This is what I call getting fucking nailed!" The people in the next room could probably hear us if it was occupied, but then I guessed this was the kind of place where that wasn't an issue. I thrust in again, mashing my blond pubes into his darker hairs. "Fuck, man, I just wanna drill your horny hairy ass.... All fucking day," I hissed, my hips picking up speed and settling into a gentle but deep fuck pace. "Ungh... sweet Navy hole... Shoulda' nailed you that night with Kev." "Aw Fuck, Jim. Kev was so right! Eight fuckin' inches! It feels so fucking good," Glen grunted with a smile on his face. "Pounding my hairy fuckin' hole with that fat bat of yours, Jim.... Yeah, boy, that's the stud I remember. Oh Fuck Yeah! Just like that, Big Boy! Just like that..." Glen groaned as his heels dug into my ass, aiding me in fucking his hole the way he wanted. We screwed face to face, his hot breath on my lips as his eyes bore into mine, and there was just this hot sexual chemistry between us. I know it felt forbidden fucking a guy old enough to be my father. I think he got off on it, too, being taken by a big-dicked highschool athlete. It was with Glen that I learned to top. Not just to fuck. Before, with Kevin, I had been an impetuous fucker. But I learned to vary my pace and to shift my angle. Most of all, I responded to Glen's sexual vibe. Asserting my dominance subtly and getting off on his pleasure in being penetrated and covered hard and fast from above. I had my time with Jack Grant to thank, and I did my best to copy his moves and his attitude, to imitate him as much as possible. I didn't know how much more I could hold back, but thankfully I felt Glen's body respond beneath mine, getting closer to coming. "Jim, you got me so close," he hissed. "Fucking me like a stud. Oh God! Pound that spot, buddy... You got it.... Get up in there and POUND THAT FUCKING SPOT!! Ugh, FUCK! You're gonna make me shoot!" "Do it," I urged through my tight lips as I leaned up, humping into his hot hole from a different angle. "Come for me, man. Shoot all over that big hairy body of yours." He nodded excitedly and started stroking his leaking cock. "Fuuuck," he said with a long groan as shot after shot of his hot cum fired onto his heaving chest. It was beautiful seeing the way that white juice globbed onto his hairs, and the way his fat dark pink nipples seemed to poke out from the fur in his excitement. I started giving it up, too. "Here it comes! Fuck, here it comes!" I roared, shooting deep inside him while heavy cascading waves of sexual pleasure coursed through my body. Afterward, we lay side by side on the cheap motel bed in a postcoital state of relaxation. My hand nudged against Glen's and I felt his thick hairy fingers circle around mine. He had a smile on his face. "Damn, this is tawdry as hell," he said. I laughed, and he did too. "That's what makes it hot," I said. "They rent this place by the hour?" He smirked. "Let's just say that off season it's pretty damn cheap." He leaned in and we made out softly. I got off exploring his body more slowly this time. He was built real solid underneath his pelt of dark body hair. Not quite in the league with Kevin or Jack Grant, but pretty close. We embraced tighter. "Fuck," he growled. "You're hard again." "Yep," I said, kissing along his shaved neck. "You get me hard as nails." I kissed further up along his ear. "Big hunky stud." I felt the sticky wetness of his matted chest hairs against my smoother pecs, and that turned me on more. I humped excitedly into his growing but still not erect dick. "Why do I think I'm gonna get it again?" he growled, writhing his thicker, hairier body against mine. "Cause you're a horny fucker, that's why," I said. I was having fun trying out the verbal talk. Our mouths met again. The kisses were turning into straight on lusty sex kisses. My hands clawed at his ass cheeks, kneading the manly muscle and digging deep into the wet hairiness. He was still lubed and had a good deal of my previous load in there. "I can't believe I'm putting out for a horny jock," he hissed as our mouths parted. I thought back to my last time with Kevin. I had enjoyed fucking doggy and wanted that now. "I wanna fuck you like a dog, man," I said. Maybe out of the context of the moment, my words were cheesy, but Glen was on the same vibe. His eyes went wide. "Wanna mount me like a bitch, huh?" That's how it went down. Glen scrambled onto all fours. His backside was just magnificent, even hotter than the front view. I made sure not to be rough with my entry as I gripped his slightly padded waist. But the man's hole was spermy wet and loosened from our first fuck, and I didn't have difficulty sinking right in as I pulled his hips back slowly. I watched his used hole swallow my thick cock in one go as I swear I could feel my load start to leak out from around my shaft. "Man, if you thought watching Kevin getting fucked was hot..." I said as I pressed my blond pubes into his ass. I held steady then started a nice thrust in and out. "Fuck me," he grunted. "Fuck that donkey dick right into me, man." "Fucking take my cock." I humped excitedly, leaning further over his muscular body. "Hot fucking married hole on my dick." I worried immediately I'd said the wrong thing. Only Glen didn't miss a beat. He hiked his ass back against me and cried out. "That's right, buddy. Prime married ass... nice and tight for ya. You can't buy cunt this tight." There was just the incredible sexual synchronization Glen and I had. Wanting it harder at the same time, responding to a slow down together before we built it back up for our cum. The second fuck drained me of energy and Glen seemed very worn out, too. Our post-sex clean up wasn't romantic but we were both very satisfied, and I felt a connection to him. And certainly a gratitude. "Thanks for that man," I finally said, breaking the silence as we got ready to leave the motel room. "I needed that." Glen smiled, maybe feeling a little guilty. "I must be crazy for taking a cock that size, but I gotta admit you know what you're doing, Big Boy." We kissed one last time and then I ducked out of the motel room a half minute before him.