Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 3

Two other guys were in the living room when I came out after getting dressed.  They were Sam and Greg from Wilmington and were nice but not memorable after my meeting with Len.  Another current player, Paul, picked up Sam and Greg a few minutes before Len arrived.  Paul was handsome and sexy and I didn’t care.

As promised, Len knocked at our door at 5:55.  Garret opened the door and Len walked in, looking fresh and clean, clad in spotless, skin-tight pale green 501’s, a dark green knitted pullover that hugged his chest and biceps, and brown penny loafers.  How he managed to get all that flesh arranged within his tight pants was a mystery, but I could hardly look anywhere else.  Len inspected Garret with his eyes and then turned to me, looking me up and down with a wiggle of his eyebrows.  “You two look hot.  The co-eds will be very impressed.”  He chuckled.

“Let’s go meet some!” Garret cried with enthusiasm.

Len escorted us to an upscale dining room in the Alumni Building, where we melded into the room along with the rest of the team, the coaching staff, wives and girl-friends, 68 other hopefuls, and dozens of beautiful co-eds generously scattered among the tables.  I was seated between Len and a lovely brunette named Sandy, who was wearing a low-cut summer mini-dress that barely covered her crotch.  She didn’t seem as slutty as her outfit suggested and we had a nice conversation throughout dinner.  She was from somewhere I’d never heard of in Indiana and was a sophomore in interior design.  (Or, husband-hunting, I thought.)  She laughed a lot and often touched my arm when talking.

After dessert and coffee were served, the head baseball coach, Coach Sean McAllister (pictured), took the podium.  He introduced the other coaches and some university dignitaries and then the entire team, each of whom stood as their name was called.  When Len stood, I heard several nearby coeds gasp.  Coach McAllister told us a lot about UNC’s athletics and particularly the baseball program.  He welcomed us and told us to be at the practice field at 9:30 in the morning for some practice and the beginning of the tryouts.

We were dismissed shortly after 9:00.  Len suggested I get Sandy’s number so I could call her when I get to campus in the fall.  In front of Sandy, he said I should walk her back to her dorm and not delay getting myself to bed as tomorrow would be a hard day and he wanted me to be at my peak.  I followed his instructions, promising to call Sandy and receiving a chaste kiss in front of her dorm in return. 

I strolled around the campus for a few minutes trying to talk myself out of going to Len’s room, but in the end, my need won out over my fear.  When I got to the athletic dorm, I entered the lobby where I spoke to a couple of the guys I’d seen at dinner and then wandered down the first-floor corridor to the stairwell.  I went straight up to the fourth floor to eliminate any chance of running into Garret.  It was just before 10:00 when I arrived at Room 404.  As promised, the doorknob turned at my touch.  I stepped inside and found several candles burning around the room with Ricky Nelson singing quietly through those big speakers.

I closed the door before I saw Len sitting on the couch, a big grin showing his beautiful teeth.  “Get us a couple of brews out of the fridge,” he said.

Quickly I pulled a couple of beer bottles out of the little refrigerator.  I turned the caps until they popped off and carried the beers toward him.  He was shirtless and shoeless, naked except for a pair of super-sexy Onionskins.  They were extremely short, white, and made from a silky fabric so thin they seemed almost nonexistent.  He was already sporting a boner that was pressing upward from his lap as though it would stand straight up like a rocket on a launching pad if freed from its confinement. 

As I approached him, he reached out for the beer, smiling like a toothpaste model, his wet hair plastered against his head.  “I’m really glad you decided to come,” he said in a deep, sultry voice.  “I promise you won’t be sorry you did.”  He patted the sofa next to him.

I sat down, leaving a foot of cushion between our thighs.  We sat quietly for a minute or so, each taking a couple of sips of beer as we listened to the Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody.” 

Len turned to look at me.  “Why don’t you put your clothes in that chair?” he asked.

“Okay.”  I put my beer on a coaster sitting on the coffee table in front of me and stood slowly.  Nervously, I pulled my shirt over my head and laid it across the arm of the chair I had sat in earlier.  I kicked off my sneakers and unbuttoned my 501’s.  Trying not to really think about what I was doing, I slid them down my legs and pulled my feet out of the bunched denim.  This left me exposed except for white socks on my feet and low-cut red briefs straining to control my erection.  I looked over at Len.

“That’s better,” he said.  “Come over here beside me.”

I slithered behind the coffee table, picking up my beer and sitting close to my idol.  I was so nervous I was shaking a bit.

He dropped his hand onto my thigh.  “Relax,” he cooed.  “It’s just you and me and we like each other.  No one else will ever know what we do here.  I want to be sure you understand that I will never push you to do anything you don’t want to do.  I will also never hurt you.”

“Okay,” I nodded, looking into his bottomless blue eyes, where I could see the reflection of the nearby candle flame.

“And, of course, I expect that you’ll never talk to others about what we do.”

“Oh, God, no!”  There was no one in my life I would share this with.

“I think we’re very lucky to find each other, Jody.  Our needs are perfectly complementary.  I hope we can enjoy each other and take care of each other as long as we’re at UNC.  So, I also want everything we do to be very satisfying for you.  I will always care about what you‘re getting from being with me.  Are you comfortable with that?”

I believed he was sincerely trying to allay my fears and help me relax so I could enjoy whatever we would end up doing.  “Yes, I’m comfortable with that, Len.”

He smiled again.  “Good.”  He took a long drink and set his empty bottle on the coffee table.  He leaned back into the cushions with his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers.  He spread his feet, visually opening himself up to me.  “You may touch me anywhere you want to, Jody.”

For a moment I just stared, taking in his beautiful face, well-developed body, and the enormous erection I could see inside his flimsy shorts.  I finished my beer and set it aside.  Tentatively I put my hand on his pectoral, tracing the curve along the bottom of the muscle before circling his nipple with my finger.  I glanced at his face and saw he had closed his eyes but had a natural smile of pleasure.  I leaned over to kiss the now-erect nipple.  When my lips touched the sensitive aureole, he sighed and gasped simultaneously.  “Yes,” he mumbled quietly and pushed his pec against my chin.  As I sucked his nipple, it grew quite hard and when I nipped at it with my teeth, he groaned in appreciation.

With my other hand, I began tracing the muscles on his belly, identifying the ridges and valleys of his well-developed abs.  He shivered, his skin pebbling with goosebumps.  I leaned further across him to suckle his other nipple for a while, spurred on by his verbal cues and his pectoral straining as he pushed it against me.  I tossed my knee across him so that I was facing him astraddle his knees, mouth still glued to his nipple but both hands now roaming the flawless skin of his torso.  I shifted and felt his throbbing cock bouncing against the inside of my thigh.  I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my slit, wetting my briefs and making me dizzy with lust.

Len roused from his passive relaxed state briefly, just long enough to say, “Pull it out, baby.  I want to feel you holding my cock.”  My heart beat powerfully as my hands found the waistband of the flimsy Onionskins.  I hooked my fingers under the elastic and lifted but was unable to pull it far enough from his body to free the monster hiding within.  Suddenly, Len’s hand descended across his belly and slid between my hands right into his groin.  He grasped his cock and held it against his belly so I could slide the waistband down across it.  He rolled slightly onto one butt cheek so I could pull the shorts out from under that cheek, then he shifted so I could get the other side down.  He brought his knees together and I rose to my knees, making it easy to slide the loose shorts over his knees and let them drop to his ankles.  He released his dick and it flopped against my thigh again, grazing my balls in the process. 

Shaking with excitement, I reached for it.  It nestled into my palm like a banana into its skin.  I moaned with joy just as he did, too.  His cock was hot, pulsing in my hand as soon as my fingers wrapped around it.  It was fully hard, thicker than my own straining erection by a good third.  I looked down but couldn’t see the head as it was still nestling between my thigh and my cotton-covered balls, hiding in the embrace of my body.  I leaned forward, transferring my weight onto my knees again so I could raise my torso off the cock of my dreams.  I pulled it back out from under me so I could hold it high between us.  The cockhead was mushroom-shaped and a darker color than the shaft, more purple than pink, and the piss-slit was covered in so much cock-drool that it was trailing across the surface of the shaft as I brought it into a vertical position.  It was long, too, at least two inches longer than my own prick.

 “Oh, yes!” I growled.  “Quite impressive!”

He grinned and extended his index finger to scrape it across the end of the beautiful cock.  He pulled off a good-sized drop of his pearly juices.  Turning his finger up, he held it out to me.  “You can lick my finger if you want.”  His voice was mesmerizing.  “Taste me, man,” he pleaded.

He was offering me the essence of his manhood!  I’d tasted my own cum a few times out of curiosity, but never thought about tasting another guy’s juice.  Just the idea sent me into some kind of erotic orbit.

I leaned over to meet his finger, taking his delicious secretion into the center of my mouth.  With my tongue, I scooped off the treat, finding it tangy and sweet, but not strong in flavor.  It was heavenly.  It was the personal body fluids of this most amazing boy-man, made just for me.  I moaned deeply.  He pulled his hand back, sliding his finger gently out of my mouth as I tried to suck on it. 

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!” I said with great enthusiasm. 

He repositioned his hand to the back of my head.  “There’s more on my cock.  Why don’t you just lick it off there?”  Almost imperceptibly he exerted a slight pressure to my head, causing it to bob toward his dick.  I wasn’t thinking rationally by this time.  I relaxed the muscles in my neck and shoulders so my head curved down to bring my mouth into position just above the end of the magnificent dick I was holding.  “Lick it!” 

My tongue obeyed even as my mind hesitated, not wanting to accept an irrevocable change in my identity.  Following its own heart, my tongue caressed the end of his cock, scooping off all the accumulated pre-cum.  My taste buds rejoiced and my jaws parted.  Len moaned.  In order to more comfortably kiss his lovely cock, I slipped my knees off the sofa and dropped them to the floor.  Without my conscious consent, my head moved lower, taking the big dick into my mouth, mushroom head kissing the top of my tongue, filling my oral cavity like, well, nothing ever had before.  It slid into me, taking possession as I began recognizing strange and wonderful new sensations from the presence of Len’s body within mine.  “Ooooh!” he called out.  Slick, steely shaft moved across my tongue like an ocean tanker, not wavering in its path or its velocity for what seemed like a minute, but I’m sure was no more than a few seconds.  When my lips kissed the side of my thumb and index finger encircling the steely shaft, the movement ceased.  The big head was against the back of my mouth, making it difficult for me to breathe around it and taking up all the open space in my mouth.

This might have been a completely new experience for me, but it seemed utterly natural.  I sucked and pulled my head up sliding the dick back out of my mouth and then reversing to draw it back in.

“Oh, God, yes!” Len cried.

I moved down to bring the head back into the depths of my mouth. 

“Teeth!” 

I stopped.

“Let your lips cover your teeth so they don’t scrape my sensitive cock.  Please.”

I opened wider, cock resting on my tongue, and pulled my lips over my teeth.  It felt a little bit weird, but when I went back down, Len sighed, “Yes!”

I could feel my cock continuing to drool into my briefs, but I didn’t want to be distracted by my own familiar cock when I had this amazing new cock to enjoy.  I continued to move up and down on his shaft, eliciting moans and grunts with each pass through my mouth.  A few times, I rammed it into the entrance to my throat, triggering my gag reflex.  At first I thought I might throw up, but I just swallowed and tried to relax.  Then I was able to take it perhaps an inch deeper without my throat convulsing.  When I repeated this deeper thrust a couple of times, I relaxed a little more and actually got a bit more of the big thing in.  My throat was not yet able to defeat his cock as there were still a couple of inches remaining against his pubes.

“Oh, yeah, Jody!” he moaned.  “You’re a natural.”

He’s right, I thought.  I’m a natural-born cocksucker.  Momentarily I felt my brain lurching in response to a repellant thought, but quickly decided to worry about that later.

As I sucked him, I dropped my hand to cup his balls, fondling them, gauging their size (also noticeably bigger than my own), tickling them, rolling them around. 

“Oh, yeah!” Len moaned.

We continued for a few minutes, locked in the grip of mutual passion, giver and taker, pitcher and catcher, teacher and pupil, man and boy.  After a while, I released his balls as I moved my hand across his washboard abs.  He moaned and arched his back toward me.  My hand found his pec.  My fingers circled his nipple.   I pinched the hard nubbin.  He screamed much too loudly for a simple pinch.  His cock swelled in my mouth. 

“Here it comes for you, babe!” Len practically shouted.  Salty-sweet nectar appeared on my tongue.  Yum.  It tasted like the pre-cum except it was much more powerful.  He held my head down so I couldn’t pull off.  Like I would have!  Cum kept blasting out until all the space in my mouth that wasn’t already full of cock was filled with his delicious cream.  I kept running my tongue around the surface of Len’s cockhead even after it had quieted down.  He released the back of my head.  His cock returned to the size it had been before the orgasm, still hard for a minute or more, then slowly softening.  For a couple of minutes, he lay relaxed in the cushions while I continued to curl over him, head bowed, and cock still receiving my first tongue bath.  He moaned several times as more drops seeped out.  I was not sure what to do next, so I just kept licking and squeezing the wonderous appendage in my mouth, waiting for some signal from Len.

  The cock lost its hardness but didn’t shrink as much as I expected.  After his breathing returned to normal, Len giggled and, with his hands on my cheeks, lifted my head off his cock, which then dropped out of my mouth and thudded against his belly.  I looked up at his flushed and grinning face.  He pulled me up so that I was lying on his torso in a rather tight embrace as he rubbed his hands around on my back.  I wondered if he would kiss me, but he never made any move in that direction.  From a few inches away, he smiled and winked.  “That was really nice, Jody.  And with more practice, I think you’re going to be an excellent cocksucker.” 

I was shocked to hear him use such a derogatory term about me, but his tone and demeanor didn’t seem consistent with any disrespectful attitude.  I was seriously confused. 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked confidently.

Did it? I wondered.  Hell, yes! I decided.  Looking into those amazing blue eyes, I nodded.  “A lot,” I said truthfully.

“I knew you would.  I could tell you like the way my cum tastes, too.”

For some reason, this embarrassed me.  But he was right.  “Yes, I do.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m going to let you enjoy my cock as often as possible when you come to school here.  We’re going to have so much fun together, you and me!”  He squeezed me for a couple of seconds.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure, Len.”

“Yep, Jody, we’re a perfect pair.  I have what you need and you have what I need.  Together we’re going to be quite satisfied.”  He patted my rump and rested his hand there.

I lay my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck.

“Hey, cowboy, I don’t want to push you away, but it is late, and we have a big day at the tryouts tomorrow.  I think you need to get back to your room and try to get some sleep so you’ll be at your best tomorrow.  I’ll come get you and, what’s his name?”

“Garret.”

“Yeah, Garret.  I’ll come to your room at 8:30 and we’ll go get some breakfast, okay?” 

“I’d like that.”

“Excellent.  Be ready to go to the ballpark for the tryouts after we eat.”

“Okay.”

“Now, get off me and get dressed.”  He patted my ass once more and moved his arms from around me.  I got dressed and left with a quick “Good night.”

Silently I went down the stairs and through the hallway to Room 203, slipping through a quiet living room and into the room I was sharing.  Garret (pictured) was snoring lightly.  I stripped off the clothes I had put on about two minutes earlier and scooted into the bathroom.  Standing in front of the lavatory, I took my cock into my right hand.  Wow – it was short and skinny compared to the one I had held for the past hour.  But it was hard, exceedingly hard.  I worked my hand up and down, remembering the beauty of Len’s face, the smell of his body, the soothing sound of his voice, the smoothness of his skin, the enormity of his cock, the taste of his cum.  My sensory system quickly recaptured the extreme erotic emotions created through this closeness with my fantasy man.  I’d never been so turned on and I’d never had a more intense orgasm than that one.  I creamed the mirror a few times and then shot several more wads into the sink.  I tried to be silent but couldn’t completely stop my cries of ecstasy.

I washed myself and the lavatory, brushed my teeth so Garret wouldn’t smell my cum-breath in the night, and slipped back into the bedroom.  Garret had rolled onto his side and was no longer snoring.  I lay down and faced away from him.  For a few minutes, I rolled the word “cocksucker” around in my brain.  It wasn’t quite as scary when I remembered the way Len had said it.  The way my dad is Italian, or Sidney Poitier is black, or Warren Beatty is gorgeous, I’m a cocksucker, a queer.  Get used to it, I thought.  That was my last thought before I succumbed to sleep.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/12/2021