Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 8

When I told Len I was ready to lose my innocence, he broke into a huge smile.

“Wonderful.  I think the best way is with me on my back so you can get above me and sit on it.  That way you have complete control and can take it at whatever speed is comfortable.”  He slipped his other fingers out and I had a sort of sad, empty feeling.

We shifted so he could get in the center of the small bed on his back.  He extended his legs out straight until his heels hung off the mattress.  As I straddled his thighs, he handed me the bottle of lube.  “Grease me up,” he directed.  I watched the emotions play out on his face as I grasped his long prong and squirted lube onto the crown.  With my hand I smeared the lotion down the shaft as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open.  I added some more lube for good measure and stroked him a couple of times to confirm he was rock hard, as I was, too, incidentally.

From under my pillow, Len drew out a very small, brown bottle I had never seen before.  He twisted the cap off and motioned for me to lean toward him.  I brought my head down toward him and smiled at him.  He held the open bottle up to my face and said quietly, “Hold one side of your nose and breathe in some of this.”

“Huh?” I asked rather stupidly.

“It’s just poppers.  It’ll help you relax,” he said. 

Poppers?  I’d never heard the term.  I’m sure I looked completely out of it.

He looked at me for another moment.  “Like this,” he said quietly.  He placed the bottle to one nostril while holding his other side closed.  He took a deep sniff of the fumes coming from the bottle.  Then he held it up again for me.

I mimicked his process and took a deep sniff.  It was very strong and smelled a little like a locker room.  About a second after I sniffed it, I felt my heart beat quicken and got very hot in my head, neck, and shoulders. 

“Now,” he said, “sit on me!”

There was nothing else to do to prepare, so I rose onto my knees and positioned my ass over his groin.  With one hand I found my hole and with my other hand I brought his dickhead into contact with my body.  Len watched me with an intensity I found unusual but comforting.  In order to get my hole above his cock, I had to rise a bit higher on my knees.  Fuck, he’s long, I thought.  Gripping his cock reminded me of its immense thickness, too.  For a second my resolve vanished, but I knew I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try.  So, I took a deep breath and found the right position to put his cockhead against my sphincter. 

Len held the bottle out to me and I sniffed again.  I felt the rush of blood to my head again and inexplicably wanted his cock like never before.

I think we both held our breath as I began to let my weight push against his cock.  When it didn’t immediately slide in, I had a momentarily vision of his dick snapping in two from my weight.  Of course, that didn’t happen.  Instead, I pressed a bit harder and in an instant my sphincter was breached and my body sank down onto his cock.  A sharp pain radiated outward from my asshole, through my butt, thighs, abdomen, and higher torso.  I felt completely full and experienced a pain only describable as the slice of a knife through my guts in every direction simultaneously.  I winced and cried out louder than I would have wanted.  I took in a huge, noisy breath in a sort of agonized gasp. 

“Push down!” Len ordered.  I remembered he’d said to push like I was taking a crap, so I did, hoping I wouldn’t actually shit on him.  Unbelievably, the pain immediately tapered off, ending entirely half a second later. 

I looked at the most beautiful man in the world through bugged-out eyes and smiled at the delicious pain-free fullness I felt.  He smiled back, questioning me with a tilt of the head and raising of his eyebrows. 

“Damn, Len!” I cried.  “You feel like a fucking tree in my ass!”

His concern was obvious on his face.  “Is it okay?”

“Shit, man, it’s fantastic!”  I slid down some more, my ass-lips swallowing a couple of additional inches of steelness into my warm wetness.

“Fuck!  Oh, fuck, Jody, you feel so good!” he grinned and rested his hands on my knees.  “Your ass is so tight!  And warm!”

“Your dick is hot, too.”  I dropped lower.  Each inch felt like a wedge pushing deeper into my flesh.  Len was a perfect gentleman.  He never pushed upward, allowing me to take his cock into my body in my own time and at my own pace.  After a couple of minutes, I felt hairs tickling my ass.  Another slight drop and I was sitting completely on him, his prick totally buried in me.

“You did it!” he giggled.  “You took the whole thing on the first try!  That’s impressive!”

Although I wasn’t in pain at that point, I still had a sensation of splitting apart from the massive pole that stood up from him and stuck right into me.  I had a very unusual sense of accomplishment not unlike learning to multiply and divide or handle a bat.

“I’m proud of you, Jody!” Len gushed.  “No virgin guy or gal has ever taken me as easily as you did.”

I grinned at him, feeling great pride in my ability to accept his dick.  Our eyes were locked in an intense, intimate connection unlike we’d had before.  He was inside my body!  This wonderful, manly man was connected to me in the closest way possible.  I knew in a second I’d always been separate from every person in my life, but not now.  For these few minutes we really were one.  I knew I could never share this thought with Len, but I could feel it for as long as he was inside me.  I could see his heart through our locked eyes.  He was caught unexpectedly, not understanding I would be able to read his heart through this dick-ass connection.  I knew he loved me more deeply than he realized.  I knew he needed me in his life as much as I needed him in mine.  I knew there was a fundamental change in our relationship that could never be undone or even ignored.  He wasn’t making a commitment to me; I knew that.  But we would forever be linked closely, intimately.  The emotions were so unexpectedly strong, I would have fallen over onto the floor had I not been impaled on a nine-inch steel girder.

As I groped for the correct way to describe my emotions, the Bee Gees began singing “Words.”  How had Len been able to select such perfect music?  “Let’s start a brand-new story,” they sang.  Yes, it felt like a brand-new relationship Len and I had opened along with my asshole.

The physical feelings were as sensational as the emotional feelings and I wanted to feel a lot more, so I began to rise off his groin, allowing his fat prick to slide out of my love-hole.  I rose several inches but didn’t get near the point of losing Len’s dick from my ass.  Slowly I slid back down, back up, back down.  I would groan a long “Ooooh!” as Len’s cock drove deeper into me and I would grunt when my cheeks settled on his body beneath me.  He moaned frequently and gasped as I took him all the way inside.  As I fucked myself on his awesome cock, we maintained eye contact that seemed to build a stronger physical, psychological, and emotional connection with every nine-inch jab.

With the pain now gone, I experienced a level of sexual desire that eclipsed any previous time in my life.  With each breath I drew, I only cared about that exact second in my life.  Nothing from the past or the future was of any interest when I had Len’s granite love-pole waking me up to a part of life I’d never known or anticipated before.  As all that cockmeat slid into me, it massaged my prostate, inducing sensory input that overwhelmed all my brain-space.  When that cockmeat slid back out of me, it massaged my hypersensitive prostate with pressures applied in a different way.  I’d have gladly spent the next 40 years riding that dick!

My cock drooled an almost continuous flow of juices from my body.  A string of white cream hung from my piss slit and flapped around as my dick moved with my anal adventure.  Usually, as my ass settled briefly on Len’s thighs, the string would connect with his belly and stick for a second or so.  Then as I rose from the seated position, the string of goo would stretch for a second before snapping so the pre-cum left hanging would bounce and flip as it elongated to repeat this process.  With each pop of a string, the glob of stuff adhering to Len’s skin would be a bit larger.

As I watched my lover’s flawless face, his breathing slowly grew more ragged and his face became more flushed.  Several minutes after I’d sacrificed my virginity on the altar of his pole, he reached out to touch me on my hips.  “Stop!” he commanded.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”

As much as I longed to feel him pop deep inside me and to receive his love-deposit in my innards, I was not ready for this union to end either.  So, I sat all the way down on him and tried not to move, which was difficult because my asshole seemed to want to caress its visitor.  I spasmed a bit and Len cringed.  Then I was still. 

Those crazy Bee Gees warbled “I Started a Joke,” which seemed rather funny at that exact moment.  I came back from my fuck-trance long enough to giggle.

“Don’t move!” Len yelled urgently.

I held very still.  “Sorry, Len.”

Len took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to allow his body to retreat from the inevitability of orgasm.  After a few moments, he asked, “Want to try another position?”

I liked this position a lot but realized I might also like other positions.  “Sure,” I said.

He smiled.  “Okay.  Let’s put you on your knees again like before and I’ll enter you from behind.”

As I pulled all the way off of the fabulous dick, there was an audible popping sound and suddenly I felt strangely empty.  I was amazed at how quickly having a big dick in my ass had become natural to me.  We shifted around and within a few seconds, Len placed the poppers against my nostril again.  I sniffed and his cockhead pressed against my sphincter, which resisted for only a couple of seconds before relaxing so Len could drive all the way into me.  For a moment I burned at one end from the poppers and at the other end from the pecker!

“Fu-uck!” I cried as the shaft filled my hole. 

Without delay, Len grasped my hips and began thrusting slowly and powerfully.  A clatter from the turn-table led to the Temptations, those gods of sex music, singing “I Could Never Love Another (After Loving You).”  I had mixed feelings about the message of this song, wanting to always have my lovely fuck-machine Len in my life, but also leaving room for others. 

The sensations Len created were intense and soon my body was twitching as he pounded against my butt on each plunge into me.  As if I was observing the whole thing, I heard myself gasping and whimpering as Len grunted from exertion while slamming his body into mine.  The little bed shook from all the activity and my cock throbbed and drooled a pool of pre-cum onto my sheets.  After a few minutes, Len’s hands slid up along my sides until he grasped my armpits.  He reared back, pulling me up from my hands so my weight was carried by his massive arms and my knees.  I was forced to arch my back so my asshole remained more or less parallel to the mattress while my shoulders came into an almost-vertical orientation.  He hugged me to his chest while one of his hands rested on my abs at the waist and the other cupped my pec.  His mouth found my neck and he began to suck my tender skin.  Meanwhile, he never stopped pounding into my ass with his thick stiffy. 

“Oh,” I wailed.  “Yes, Len!”  He pounded me.  My cock throbbed.  He sucked my neck.  My prostate was taking a spectacular beating. 

“Mmmm!” he murmured against my neck. 

“Oh, yes!” I screamed.  “Fu-u-uck me!”

And he pounded with even more power.  If he hadn’t been clasping me so hard and holding me against his own body, the force of his plunges would have thrown me off the bed and into my desk.  We were both sweating like race horses.  That was two ways he reminded me of a stallion!  My mind was completely blown by the force of his thrusts and by the power of the sensations burning up my nerve passages.  My cock was drooling constantly now and my breathing was as rapid as if I were breaking the 4-minute mile.  I felt Len’s breath on my neck and his heart thumping my shoulder blade with every powerful beat.   Time was suspended.  Life was Len’s cock racing in and out of me like a high-speed piston; it was his lips, tongue, and teeth feeding on my neck like a vampire; it was his heart jackhammering my shoulder blade.  In those moments, I did not exist separate from this beautiful man who was making me thoroughly his, possessing my body in a new and deeper way than anyone ever had.  How long he fucked me in this amazing way I could not say.  However long it was, I wished it lasted longer.  When he could no longer hold back the inevitable, his cock swelled within me.  My straining asshole had no choice but to give even more space, to relax and stretch as a now-fatter piston pounded it at lightning speed.  Even as his arms tightened around my torso, Len released his oral grip on my neck so he could gasp repeatedly for air.  I reached down and took my cock into my hand, squeezing it, pulling it.  Len pulled back and slammed forward.  Len pounded my ass.  I gasped.  Distracted from masturbating, I dropped my cock. 

Cock drool.  Throb.  Pound.  Synapses melting.  Balls retracting.  Stroke.  Pound.  Cockheads puffed and purple.  Gasp.  Pound.  Stroke.  Scream.  Firing pins snapped off.  Pound and hold.  Screams.  Fire racing through cocks.  Screams.  Blasts of cum onto my desk, into my asshole, cauterizing my hole, onto my pillow, filling me completely, onto my sheets.  Into my soul!

As he held me from behind in a death grip, I fell against him with no muscle strength to hold myself upright any longer.  No orgasm in my short life had approached this level of intensity and meaning.  Never before had I shot without trying, without stroking.  I had been so focused on the exquisite feelings deep in my hole that I was shocked by my orgasm.  I was so aware of what Len’s cock was doing that I had forgotten about mine, but in that instant, it demanded my attention like never before.  United as we were, when Len’s strength ebbed and he fell forward, his weight pressing behind me pushed me forward and we fell over onto the bed, my face plopping into my scummy pillow, forced by Len’s 200 pounds into a splayed position with his chest clasped against my back, cock still buried nine inches deep in my spasming flesh.  We lay together, each of us sucking giant gulps of air as our hearts approached the speed at which a race horse’s heart explodes.  Although he was not moving, Len’s body pounded me into the mattress from his heartbeat.  Sweat was everywhere, mixing with the cum on the mattress underneath me to create a very slick mess. 

When my consciousness returned, the Temps were singing “I Wish It Would Rain,” which caused me to chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” Len asked raggedly.

“The Temptations are wishing it would rain and we just had cum raining down all over the place.”

Len chuckled then.  “Yes, we did.”  He kissed that tender spot on my neck.  “You had a massive orgasm, didn’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah!  I wasn’t expecting it, so it really surprised me.”

“You didn’t jack yourself off?”

“For a couple of minutes.  Then I just forgot to keep on.”

“Wow!” Len nuzzled me.  “So, you came from the movement of my cock inside you?”

“Hmm.  I guess I did.”

“Do you know what that shows, Jody?”

“That you are one terrific fuck!”

He laughed.  “Maybe it does show that.  But what I was getting at is that cumming while you’re getting fucked shows that you’re a natural receiver.”

I turned to face him as much as I could in that position.  “After the first three or four seconds, it actually did feel natural,” I said.

“That’s wonderful, babe,” he said as he kissed my neck again.

Did he realize he’d called me “babe”?

“I love having your dick in me, Len.  It feels so incredible!”

“That’s very, very good,” he said as he chuckled, “because it’s going to be inside you at least twice every single day from now on.”  He pulled his cock back an inch and then pushed it in quickly, effectively goosing my innards with it.  “How do you feel about that?”

“Only twice?” I whined.

He laughed heartily, making his half-hard cock wiggle around in the warm slushy cocktail containing my ass juices and his cum. 

“Fuck me again,” I begged.  “Now, please.”

“You’re a demanding bitch all of a sudden,” he teased, “but if you blow me for a couple of minutes I think I can reward you with another pounding.”

We shifted around so I could suckle his cock back into hardness (after we’d wiped the lube off with a washcloth).  When he was ready, he lifted my legs over me and stuffed his regenerated and freshly lubed cock into my quivering hole.  During the next half hour or so, Len porked me good with Marvin Gaye singing all around us.  As we enjoyed sex at its very best, Marvin sang “You,” “Chained,” and “I Heard it Through the Grapevine.”  As our moans and groans reached the screaming and crying stage, Marvin sang “Some Kind of Wonderful,” another perfect song for the moment.  I felt on the verge of cumming for a couple of minutes, gasping for breath as my cock drooled nonstop.  Len took my cock into his hand, cupping it, squeezing it, giving it attention as he had never done before.  When he leaned down and put his lips on mine, I went over the top.  “Fu-uck!” I screamed into Len’s mouth as the cum shot through my urethra.  He pulled away so I could breathe.  “Oh God!  Fuck!  Holy fuck!”  I blasted shot after shot of cum onto Len’s neck and upper torso, which was soon dripping down onto my chest and abs.  While I came, Len timed his thrusts to my cumshots, which seemed to enhance the strength of my bodily response.   But Len held off his own ejaculation and resumed pounding me after I’d obviously finished cumming.  Five minutes later he blasted my insides again.  I enjoyed remaining in this completely receptive mode after my own orgasm because I got to experience his separately and more intensely this time.  We lay there a couple of minutes with his quickly-drooping cock still inside me while we caught our breath.

When we finally disconnected our sex places, he rolled onto the edge of the bed briefly before saying, “Another shower is in order.”

As I walked into the bathroom, Len held the used washcloth against my ass to catch the cum that was running out of my ass in a constant flow.  We showered together tenderly and quietly as we came back down to earth after our two-hour high.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/26/2021