Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 6

We attended the football game against South Carolina on Sunday afternoon.  Afterwards, the Tar Heels (what a stupid name!) were pretty excited that evening since they’d had a good win against the Gamecocks (an even stupider name, but kind of sexy).  We four sat at a corner table in the dining room while the footballers hung out on the other side of the room, laughing and slapping backs and butts.  At our table a very important conversation took place amidst the frivolity of the celebrations.  It started innocently, but later I realized it was one of the most significant conversations I had ever had.

We began talking about our evening out with the girls, about the movie, even the pizza.  It was like a million other debriefings after a date.  “Whew, Jody,” Micky said, “that Sandy is hot, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I said carefully.  “She’s very pretty, I think, and she’s nice, too.”

“Does she like you?” Louis asked.

“I guess so.  We have a nice time together.”

“You gonna get some?” Micky (pictured) inquired.

No! I thought and blushed.  “I haven’t thought about it.”

“He hasn’t thought about it!” Micky laughed.

“Well, you’d better get it quick,” Louis encouraged, “’cause eventually she’ll move on to an upper classman.”

“True,” Micky agreed.  “She’ll move on to the first good-looking junior or senior who looks at her twice.”

“Aw, guys, give the kid a break,” Len pleaded.

“Why do you think she’s going out with him?” Micky asked.

“Doesn’t have anyone better to go with,” Louis suggested.

“Come on!” Len exclaimed.

“Sorry, Jody,” Louis said.  “I‘m not being mean.  I’m genuinely curious.  In my psych class last spring we talked about the principles of economic exchange as they apply to relationships and I was fascinated by it.  It sounds kind of ugly, but the truth is we each are a collection of attributes which other people find valuable or not.  If you sort of total up all the values of the attributes, you get a value that we carry.  Since we are all good-looking, sexy athletes who happen to be pretty nice guys, too, we all have high value to the sorority set.”

“Don’t forget our big dicks,” Len directed to loud laughter around the table.

I blushed but I don’t think the others noticed.

“That helps, too,” Louis agreed.  “So, those factors are valuable to Sandy and she is valuing Jody higher than her other options.  Or washing her hair.  So, she goes out with him.  Unfortunately, for a sophomore girl, being a freshman is a definite minus for Jody.  When she meets a guy whose total score is higher than Jody’s, she’ll drop cutie-pie here and grab hold of the new high-point man.”

“Damn, that’s cold!” Micky shook his head.

“Cold, but true,” Louis affirmed.

“That really makes sense, Louis,” Len acknowledged.

“I think so.”  Louis smiled at his audience.  “It applies to non-romantic relationships, too.”

“Like…?” Micky asked.

“Like, uh …”  Louis thought for a moment.  “Like a dentist.  Why do you choose to go see Dr. Cavity instead of Dr. Root Canal?”

“Cavities are fixed cheaper,” Micky laughed.

“True,” Len agreed as he giggled.

“That’s funny,” Louis said.  “But in reality, you choose the dentist based on how far away he is, if you think he’s good, and how much he charges, too.  Knowing you, stud, you also consider how hot his hygienist is.”

We all laughed.

“The qualities, what did you call them?” Len asked.

“The attributes of value.”

“Yeah.  That.”

“Exactly.  You could probably go to a dentist in Mexico City that would be a lot cheaper than one here in Chapel Hill, so why don’t you?”

“Because it’s too far away,” I suggested.

“Yes!” Louis patted my arm.  “Being a long way away becomes a negative that’s bigger than whatever positive lower cost is.”

“So, Mr. Psych Guru, why do I put up with you?” Micky asked with a chuckle.

“Good question, Mick!” Len grinned.

“Lots of reasons, I’m sure,” Louis said.  “Aside from the obvious, my great looks and spectacular personality, we have a lot in common.  We’re both athletes in so-called minor sports and we’re both history majors.  We’re in the same classes mostly.”

“So those are the positives that I might consider to be your value?” Micky said.

“Yes.  Well, some of them.  There’s also familiarity because we’ve been together a lot over the past year.  I’m comfortable.”

“And gorgeous,” Len added.

Micky laughed and punched Louis on the arm.  “That’s worth about a nickel to me.”

“I disagree,” Louis said.  “Seriously, a good-looking friend meets better looking, more popular girls so we might benefit from the fall-out from our good-looking friends.  And, why wouldn’t you prefer to share your space with someone you think is attractive?”

We all nodded and the conversation quieted.

“But the truth is, Louis,” Len said dryly, “to Mick your greatest attribute is clearly your super-sized sperm-shooter!”

We laughed louder than the football team on the other side of the cafeteria.

“You know me so well,” Mick chuckled when we were quiet again.

“So, Jody, all I’m saying,” Louis concluded, “is to expect that someday Sandy will dump you for a more mature stud such as me.”

Everyone laughed and we moved on to talking about our classes.

The significance of our dinnertime conversation wasn’t evident until several hours later when Len (pictured) and I retreated to our room to go to bed.  I came out of the bathroom to find my gorgeous blond hunk nude on my bed.  He smiled and held his arms out to me, so I crawled atop him, settling comfortably into his torso, dropping my knees between his open legs, nestling my growing cock alongside his.

 “Can we talk for a bit?” he asked quietly.

“Sure.  Anytime.”

“I was thinking about our conversation at dinner.  You know, about the economics of relationships, or whatever Louis called it.”

“Uh-huh.”

 “Well, I think every relationship between two people has that idea of exchanging benefits of that friendship.  Even you and I have that going on, don’t we?”

“Hmm.”  I reflected on our relationship.  It was definitely a type of exchange.  “Yes, I think we do.”

“You give me a lot of pleasure by taking my cum.”  He grinned as he rubbed my back.  “And I give you a lot of pleasure by allowing you to take me.  Do you agree?”

“Yes.”

“What I’m getting out of our friendship is pretty obvious, but the benefits to you are not quite so obvious.  At least, to me.  So, I need to ask, why do you think you’re getting more benefits than this costs you?”

“Uh,” I stammered, somewhat surprised by the directness of his question.  “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve felt drawn to men more than women, even before I knew about sexual attraction.  But I never actually connected with anyone until you saw that in me and offered yourself.  Nothing has ever been as exciting to me as just being with you.  Being close to you, like right now, is amazing.  And when I have your cock in my mouth, I’m in Heaven.”

In a serious voice, Len asked, “You really like my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered seriously.

“I thought so.”  He rubbed my shoulders and down across my back to my buttocks.  “I think it’s time I begin giving you my cock in a new way.”  To emphasize his point, I guess, he took a butt cheek in each of his big hands, squeezing them gently.

I may be a little naïve, but I’m not an imbecile.  I knew what he was suggesting.  Frankly, the idea both thrilled and terrified me.

As I considered how to answer him, he plunged forward.  “You’d like to take my cock deep inside, don’t you think?”

I looked into his blue eyes.  “Honestly, Len, I’m very excited to even think about it.  I’d love to try it.  You know, see how it feels.”  His smile broadened.  “But I’m also really afraid,” I admitted.  “You’re so big, I can’t imagine cramming all of your big cock into my ass.  It seems like it would hurt like hell.  Wouldn’t it split me wide open?”

“As you can guess,” Len said, “I’ve never had a cock in my ass.  And I never will.  But, I do have some experience fucking a guy’s ass.”

I was momentarily surprised, but quickly realized Len had always known a lot about male-to-male sex so this shouldn’t be surprising.  “Yeah?”

“Last year, my roommate Rob was a lot like you.  He was queer and loved cock.  The difference is that he had a lot of experience when he came to the university, so he quickly taught me everything I needed to know to fuck him comfortably.”

“I see.”

“So, Jody, I honestly think we can learn how to do it so I get what I want and you get to enjoy my cock in a new way.  And we can train your body to accept my big cock without pain.  Would you like that?”

“I think so.  Like I said, I’d like to try.”

“Fair enough.  Jody, I want so bad to sink my cock deep into your guts and fuck you over and over.  But, I promise you I will never do anything you don’t want.  And I’ll never hurt you if I can help it.”

“Thanks.”  I looked at his lovely and sincere face.  “I trust you, Len.”

“So, how about we continue with your awesome blowjobs, but also we start working on your asshole so it can take my cock without ripping apart?”

“You really think that’s possible?”

“Absolutely.   Rob was actually a smaller guy than you and he could take me easily.  It’s all about teaching your body to relax in a certain way so your hole can stretch to accommodate the width of my cock.”

“I’m willing to try.”

“That’s all I ask, Jody.  We’ll take it slow and get you trained.  And we’ll keep working and training you until you are sure you’re ready.  I won’t do it until you ask me to.  Okay?”

“Sure, Len.”

“Awesome.  Some of the things we’ll do to get you ready may seem a little strange, but I want you to just relax and do what I suggest.  If anything ever hurts, we’ll stop immediately.  Okay?”

“Okay.  You just tell me what to do.”

“Good.  Let’s have our first lesson now.  I want you on your hands and knees on the bed so I can reach your butt.”

I was a little nervous, but I got off him so he could get off the bed.  He stepped over to his bed and grabbed off his nightstand a bottle of hand lotion I’d never noticed there before.  I assumed the position and he climbed onto the bed between my knees.  I imagined my asshole sort of staring him in the face.  In a moment I heard the squirt of the lotion and then a greasy finger touched my hole.  This was shocking for a couple of reasons.  First, the lotion was cold and just felt odd on my asshole.  Second, no one had ever touched me there.  Third, I knew the purpose of this activity was to lead to me getting fucked.  When I got over the shock, I realized his finger rubbing the lotion on the outside of my hole felt relaxing, like a very localized massage.  Lightly, his finger caressed my anus for a minute or so.  Without stopping the gentle circling motion, the finger began pushing against my sphincter as if trying to punch a hole in my body.  Gradually, the pressure built up and the circles he’d been making diminished until the tip of his finger was actually pressed into my sphincter, still pressing outward in a circle as it wriggled there.  As the pressure built up, I began to think my sphincter wasn’t going to cooperate.  But my body apparently had different ideas because suddenly my hole opened and Len’s thick middle finger slid into me a fraction of an inch.

I was startled by the intrusion, but felt no pain, only a sudden presence unlike any previous experience I’d had.  Len paused and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I whispered back.

“Good.  This should begin feeling really nice soon.”  His finger pushed deeper and I held my breath.  It did feel good to be touched, no, rubbed there.  His finger seemed to reach as deep as it could and then it pulled back out, but not all the way.  The finger started plunging into me much faster and swirling around inside me.  It was Len’s finger inside me.  Len.  His body within mine.  We were melded together.  The enormity of that realization turned me on.  My dick throbbed.  I moaned as both a physical response and an emotional overflowing.  The magic finger probed and pushed, turned and pressed in all directions.  I couldn’t move.  All my senses converged in my asshole.  I was nothing but soft, warm flesh while Len was nothing but firm movements deep inside.  It was like an erotic massage relaxing my muscles but tightening my sensual need, hardening my cock, churning my balls.  If getting fucked was anything remotely like this, I knew I was going to love it!

“You’re doing great,” Len said lovingly.  His finger slowed and stopped, almost outside of me, but still keeping my hole from closing.  Soon I felt a second finger pushing gently beside the first.  This time my sphincter yielded quickly and the second finger slid in alongside the first.  It, too, was greasy and my hole started feeling a little squishy.  Now two fingers circled, rubbed, pressed, and probed my ass.  I began to groan almost continuously as the electric motions of the two digits never paused.  I felt my hole relax even more as the fingers worked their magic within me.  I was getting into the rhythm of the movements as my dick throbbed and dripped out some pre-cum. 

Just when I thought I had this experience mapped in my brain, something altogether unimaginable happened.  Len’s amazing fingers hit a new spot.  It was as if my asshole had been shocked with 110 volts!  In an instant I went from trance-like enjoyment of the most wonderful internal massage to breathless, heart-racing, screaming victim.  In the first instant, I thought I was being ripped apart.  I thought I was feeling the beginning of spectacular, maybe mortal, pain.  I thought something unknown and horrible had happened, like a nuclear bomb had exploded in our room.  But in the second instant I realized I was not experiencing some life-ending pain, but the most intense sexual feeling I’d ever had.  It was five times as intense as the best orgasm I’d ever experienced.  Though the sensory data failed to register in my brain, behind me Len chuckled.  His fingers retreated for an instant before slamming back into the same spot, giving me another atomic goosing.

I screamed out again.  “Geez!” 

My cock drooled a continuous flow of pre-cum that dripped into a small pool on the sheets below me.  For several minutes, Len continued to drive his two fingers into my ass until stopped by his knuckles.  When I least expected, he would run across that same super-spot and I would cry out.  I began pushing my ass back toward him to keep his fingers inside me, but eventually he stopped probing and slowly withdrew.

We shifted on the narrow bed until he was on his back holding his rock-hard cock up to me.  I sucked him for all I was worth and tugged on my cock until in no time my balls slammed into my body and my cock shot volley after volley of creamy white spunk onto Len’s balls, thighs, and cockshaft.  I think it was the knowledge that I was cumming on his balls that took him over the edge because, before I had shot my last volley, he started blasting my throat with his own tasty sauces. 

The next morning, I ran into Louis at the coffee pot.  He grinned lasciviously at me but pointedly asked nothing and said nothing.  I felt my face redden as I realized he’d heard my ecstatic cries.  After a moment, he simply said, “Sleep okay?”

“Yep,” I nodded as I took our mugs towards the room.

Needless to say, I was an enthusiastic trainee after my first experience with anal penetration of any kind.  During the next week, I enjoyed a ten-minute finger-fuck (as I learned to call it) before each blowjob.  Len and I went shopping at the discount pharmacy, where we bought an orange rubber enema bag, some mineral oil, and several bottles of hand lotion.  I must have been beet red as we left a highly-amused middle-aged woman cashier who had certainly let her mind wander as she’d checked us out.  By Wednesday, I was giving myself enemas nightly.  That was the same night I got my first three-finger fuck (oh yeah!).  Thursday night, Len had me lie on my back with my feet over his shoulders as he probed my ass with his fingers.  This time he inserted the middle fingers from both hands and worked my hole energetically for a few minutes as I writhed, moaned, and drooled pre-cum onto my abs.  He inserted an index finger and then a second one.  I thought I might explode just from the notion that he now had two fingers from each hand plunging in and out of my ass.  Frequently he would rub or tap my prostate (another term I’d learned in a very educational week) to send that electric shock through my body.

“Jack off for me, Jody,” Len instructed.

Eagerly I grasped my swollen and purple cock in my right palm.  I slipped my hand down into my pubes and then up until my palm slid over my corona.  Shit, it felt good!  On the fifth or sixth pull, Len tapped my prostate again and in a flash my balls contracted, my cock swelled, and I felt the collecting of energy in my groin at the base of my dick.  A second later, I screamed loudly as jet after jet of scalding cum blasted over me, beginning with my forehead and ending on my belly.  Soon, Len slowly removed his fingers, one at a time.  He allowed me a couple of minutes to catch my breath before sliding up to place his knees in my armpits and dip his long throat-filler into my mouth.  He was extra-aroused, too, as he only fucked my throat for a couple of minutes before giving me my nightly cum-dose.

Before sleep overcame me that night, I decided I was ready to try “the whole enchilada.” 

Friday morning I told Len I was ready.  He smiled and slapped me on the back like we’d just won an important baseball game.  “I know you are,” he said.  “I was just waiting for you to ask.  Tonight,” he promised.  “We’ll take our time and make it a night we’ll never forget.”

“I like the sound of that!”

To be continued...

Posted: 02/19/2021