Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 7

All day that Friday I had difficulty concentrating on anything: classes, my workout, conversations, even Len, as my mind kept rolling around the idea that in just a few hours I would be taking another man’s penis into my guts for the first time ever.  The fact that the penis in question was attached to the magnificent Len and that I’d already gotten a lot of experience of taking said penis into my throat only served to increase my anxiety.  I knew well how long (almost nine inches) and thick (almost six inches in circumference or 1.9 inches in diameter) his hardon was.  Even though we’d been working all week to teach my asshole how to relax and accept several of Len’s fingers, I was quite skeptical my poor sphincter could really take his hard cock without ripping wide open. 

Was I really ready to sacrifice my last vestige of virginity tonight?  Was I ready to completely eliminate innocence from my life?  I knew it was a one-way street.  One dick planted in my butt and I could never undo it.  I would always know I was 100% queer.  Was I ready for that?  Was it too late to give up my perversity and be “normal”?  It would be if I let Len fuck me.  But what is perversity?  Isn’t it doing unnatural things?  And could I truthfully say it’s unnatural for me to enjoy a man’s body?  To be sexual with a man?  To suck cock?  To get fucked?  These were very serious questions and the answers to them were going to set the direction of my life as far as sexuality and romance were concerned.  No wonder I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

As Len, Micky, Louis, and I went through the chow line that evening, Len had to take charge and get my dinner as I couldn’t even decide between the baked cod and the pork chops.  He picked the cod and added the fixings, including a dish of cherry cobbler.  Louis had a date that evening with Loretta to go to some sorority dance while Micky was planning to stay in to work on a term paper for his European History class.  Len and I were staying in for more important reasons than a term paper.  We told our suitemates we had homework, too, but my sexual experience was the actual agenda for the evening.

After we got back to Room 404 from dinner, Louis and Micky retreated to their room, presumably so Louis could get ready for his date and Micky could start studying.  Len and I retreated to our room where we did a little studying, too, although the truth is that I barely did anything productive.  For a while I wondered if I was emotionally prepared to go the final distance.  My head seemed to swim in circles, like I was about to swirl down the drain.  I started sweating and I considered running out of the room.  Calm down! I told myself. 

Len must be clairvoyant because just before I bolted, he quietly stood up and went into the main room.  Within a couple of minutes, he came back into our room and handed me a cold Miller.  I looked at him as I reached for the frosty bottle.  He gave me a tender smile and a silent nod as I took the beer.  Without a word, he closed the door and returned to his studying.

After a couple of swigs of the alcohol, my brain calmed, giving me an immediate sense of what was right.  I knew that I had to go the distance to explore the reality of who I am and how I am wired inside.  I would have to try bottoming in order to know if it was what I need and want.  It was a major step in self-discovery and self-understanding.  Len would lovingly give me what I needed for this self-revelation.  Now was the perfect time.

A little while later, around 9:00, Len said, “Jody, are you about ready to quit studying?”

Inwardly I scoffed since I was just staring at my Intro to Accounting text.  I took a deep breath, reminding myself of my resolve to explore my own self.  “Yes,” I answered.

“How about we shower together?”

“I’d like that.”

He turned in his desk chair to look at me.  “Me, too,” he smiled.  “Why don’t you go ahead and do your colon cleaning and call me when you’re ready to shower?”

“Okay,” I said and got up from the desk.  In a couple of minutes, I was lying on the bathroom floor with my leg pulled up to my chest, mimicking the illustration on the enema bag instruction sheet.  After the enema had worked its magic and I had performed two rinses, I decided I was ready to shower.  When I opened the door, I saw the bedroom was dark except for the indirect glow of Len’s desk lamp.  He was sitting on his desk chair and watching the bathroom door.  He stood as the door swung open, shucked his briefs, and began walking toward me, long cock swinging from thigh to thigh with each step.

I stood in the bathroom waiting for him.  His smile was broad and genuine as he came into the small room.  Sniffing the air, he chuckled and said, “Um, fresh piney woods!”  This was in reference to the air freshener I’d sprayed liberally to cover the smells of my cleansing.  We both laughed and I turned to go into the walk-in shower.  “Wait!” he said.  I stopped, turning to watch as he opened the medicine chest, removed a bottle, poured a pill into his hand, and returned the bottle.  “Take this,” he directed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A muscle relaxant,” he said.  I must have looked puzzled because he explained, “It might help your sphincter to relax a bit more.”

“Oh,” I said nervously at the suggestion of what lay ahead.

“Don’t worry, man,” he said, brushing his fingers along my bicep.  “It’s going to be fine.  I just want to make it as easy on you as possible.”

“Thanks,” I nodded as I popped the pill into my mouth.

We took a long, slow shower with me washing his entire body (including his hair which he loved to have me shampoo).  When he faced the tile wall, spread his feet apart, and leaned forward, I understood he was telling me to wash his asshole.  I soaped up my fingers and gently washed his anus, putting them inside him gently so I could wash his sphincter.  When I aimed a couple of fingers at his prostate, he jerked and snickered.  “You’re making me quite horny,” he said.

“That’s my goal,” I remarked.

“Hell, Jody, you don’t have to work to get me horny.”

That sounded nice to me.

“Just being in sight of you makes me horny every time.”

“You’re sweet,” I said.

He groaned as I massaged his hole, taking special effort to rub his sperm button a few times.  I think he was afraid of having a premature ejaculation because, after only a few finger-plunges, he stood up and pulled off my fingers.  He turned to face me and said, “That was awesome!”

“I’m glad,” I answered.

“Now, trade places,” he instructed.

We did and he began soaping me up.  Taking his time, he washed every inch of my body with his repeated touches while I just got hornier and hornier.  When he soaped my cock, I thought I might lose It, but he didn’t linger there and I was able to hold back my orgasm.  However, he washed my butthole for a long time, pressing outward with his fingers and rubbing my passion bump so that my cock oozed pre-cum almost constantly.  When he had his fingers deep in my posterior, I smiled at my own confusions.  This felt so right and so good!  I was no longer panicked about taking the last step in my sexual development.  I was ready! 

We dried each other and he took my hand as we went into the bedroom. 

“Your bed,” he said quietly and I sat down.  He lit two big candles, then turned off the desk lamp.  He stepped to the record player and turned the system on.  Immediately a record dropped onto the turntable and the needle dropped into its groove.  I laughed when I recognized the first cut to be “Ready or Not, Here I Come” by the Delfonics from Len’s Sounds of Sexy Soul album.  The humor in his music choice broke my nervousness a bit and I was grateful.

I lay down, half sitting up in my bed.  (Pictured.)

Len smiled as he crossed to my bed with the lube and a towel. 

“Fuck, Jody,” he said in a sultry voice, “you look innocent and seductive all at the same time.”

“Come here,” I patted the bed, “and take my innocence.”

“Da-yum,” he muttered through a wicked grin.

Sitting beside me, he put an arm across my shoulders and hugged me to his side.  Calmly he said, “Please be relaxed, Jody.  We’re going to be sure you’re fully prepared before we try a penetration.  There may be a few seconds of pain, but I’m sure it will quickly dissipate and turn into a type of pleasure you’ve never imagined.  If the pain persists, we’ll stop right then.  Are you good with that?”

Len smiled as he crossed to my bed with the lube and a towel.  Sitting beside me, he put an arm across my shoulders and hugged me to his side.  Calmly he said, “Please be relaxed, Jody.  We’re going to be sure you’re fully prepared before we try a penetration.  There may be a few seconds of pain, but I’m sure it will quickly dissipate and turn into a type of pleasure you’ve never imagined.  If the pain persists, we’ll stop right then.  Are you good with that?”

“Yes, Len,” I nodded.

“The key is to relax.  Your sphincter has always tried to hold stuff inside, not be open to something entering from outside.  You’ve learned how to accept something coming from outside so now it’s just a question of relaxing the muscle a bit more than you’ve done before.  If you feel pain, just try to push out like you’re taking a dump.  That’s how you voluntarily relax the muscle.”

“I understand.”

“The last thing in the world I want is for this to be unpleasant, uncomfortable, or painful for you.”  He rubbed my shoulder.

Turning to face him, I smiled.  “I know, Len.  You’re always good to me.  I trust you completely.”

“Good,” he smiled.  We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before he grinned broadly and asked, “So, how about we start with a little BJ?”

I grinned, too.  “Sure,” I said as I stood up to kneel in front of him.  We both had growing erections by this time and it only took a couple of slurps for him to finish hardening completely.  I was hard as quickly just from the stimulation of his giant cock in my mouth.  The Delfonics sang, “Let It Be Me” as I started licking and sucking.  Soon I realized this column of flesh that was in my mouth and throat now would soon be plowing my asshole.  I felt I could manage to get it in my ass if I could get it into my throat.

“Thanks, buddy,” Len whispered as he put his hands under my arms and half lifted me.  As I rose, he said, “Get on your knees so I can work on your butt.”

We shifted as I got on all fours on the mattress and he slipped into a kneeling position behind me and between my legs.  His fingers began working their magic on my hungry asshole, greasing it up, pressing into my flesh to open me, massaging and caressing until I was positively panting from desire.  Several times, Len gently massaged my prostate with a couple of fingers, making me moan in appreciation and making my prick leak copious amounts of pre-cum.  In the middle of my gasping and moaning, I laughed when the Delfonics began singing “Going Out of My Head” because I felt it expressed my feelings so perfectly. 

“How ya doing?” Len asked after he’d inserted the fourth finger into my rectum.

“Oh,” I puffed, “it’s great, Len!”

“Any pain?”

“No.  Not at all.”

“Excellent.”  The fingers plunged into me, massaging, rubbing, caressing, building my desire as my entry-guard muscle slowly gave in to the lovely movement of Len’s fingers.  I could feel him pulling all his fingers out from the center to stretch my bunghole.  I was grateful for everything he was doing because I could imagine that my sphincter muscle was relaxing and would be able to accommodate his girth.

A clattering sound came from the record player as a new album dropped into place.  Soon the fabulous Bee Gees were singing “I’ve Got a Message for You” in their distinct Aussie accent.  Len pulled two fingers out of me and laid a palm tenderly on my butt cheek.  “My message for you is that I think you’re ready, man.  You want to give it a go?”

My mind returned to the reality of the situation after a long detour into the bliss of foreplay.  I considered his question and decided I would never be any more ready.  “Yes, I am.”

To be continued...

Posted: 02/26/2021