Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 9

Len fucked me gently the next morning until he flooded my bowels with a warm load of semen.  This time I did not get an orgasm, but I didn’t care because the joy of giving Len such satisfaction was quite enough for me.

As I got our mugs of coffee, Micky (pictured) walked up behind me silently, startling me by putting his arms around me in much the same way as Len had held me from behind during our first fuck.  He pressed a very nice erection against my butt, crushing me against the counter with his body.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“Showing you how happy I am to see you.”

“Um!”  He humped me as his hands circled around on my abdomen.  “You guys kept me awake for hours last night and then woke me this morning with your, uh, noise.”

Oh, my God!  He’d heard us!  But, of course.  He was sleeping near our door on the sofa.  Fuck!  My whole body stiffened as I realized the importance of what he now knew.

“Relax, Jody!  I’m not offended and I sure as hell won’t tell somebody else.”

“Uh, thanks,” I muttered as I twisted out of his embrace and dashed back to our room.

When I told Len what Micky had said, he grinned.  “They knew we were working up to me fucking you.”

“Wha-at?”  I was appalled.  “How could you tell them that?”

“Oh, Jody, they’ve been in on it since last summer when you came to the baseball tryouts.”

How could that be?  “They weren’t even here.”

“No, they weren’t.”

I was offended and hurt that he would share our intimate secrets with anyone else.  “You asshole!” I shouted.

“Wait, wait,” he said quietly.  “Let me explain.  Please.”

I thought about walking out, but that wouldn’t really solve anything.  Talking about it seemed the right thing to do.  I grimaced at him but gestured that he had the floor.

“Thanks, Jody!” he said with obvious relief.  “You remember I told you about my roommate last year, Ron?”

I nodded.

“Well, he was a very open gay guy on the baseball team, coincidentally a shortstop.  So, from almost the first day last year, I fucked him every day and night.  He wanted it so much that he also wanted Micky and Louis to fuck him daily.  We were a bunch of horny teen-agers.  We weren’t going to say no.  Well, Ron neglected to go to class a lot, so he wound up flunking out of the university at the end of the year.  But we didn’t find out until right after the tryout weekend.  Since you and I had connected that weekend and I thought you were a natural gay guy, I arranged to get you assigned to be my roommate.  That’s been good, right?”

I had to admit it had been wonderful.  “So far,” I said, not wanting to let him off the hook completely just yet.

“Very good, I’d say.  Anyhow, I told Micky and Louis about you and they were very excited to get you into our little family.  They’ve been really nice to you, haven’t they?”

“Of course.  I like them both very much.”

“I thought so.  Anyway, we agreed that I would help you find your own sexuality and, if you liked mano-a-mano sex like I thought you would, then we would introduce them into our sexual relationship.”

“Don’t I have any say in the matter?”

“Oh, Jody, of course you do!  I’ve never pushed you to do something you didn’t want to do, have I?”  His face conveyed nothing but sincerity.

He really hadn’t coerced me.  He had encouraged me a lot, but what we’d done had always been my choice.  “No,” I said after reflecting.  “You haven’t forced me.”

“And I never will,” he promised.  “If you don’t want to be with Micky or Louis that way, we’ll all respect your choice.  And, trust me, they will not force themselves on you without paying a very big price.”  I could tell it was not an idle threat.

I gave him a small grin.  “Actually, I think they are both hot, hot, hot!” I said.  Then I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

Len grabbed me into his arms and hugged me tightly.  “Honestly, Jody, I like you a lot, a whole lot!  You’re a great guy and I love being around you, no matter what we’re doing.”

“I like being with you also,” I assured him.  “I do understand why you talked with them about us, but, please don’t talk to anyone else, okay?”

“Um.”

I couldn’t believe it.  “You’ve told other people?”

He hung his head. 

“Who?”

“Just my friends Blake, Phil, and Hal.  They’re brothers.”

“Shit, Len!” I said, distressed.

“It’s all okay, Jody, I promise.  They’re on the baseball team and they were friends of Ron’s, too.  Well, Blake and Phil were.  Anyhow, they saw you at tryouts and thought you had good potential, too.” 

“I remember them.  They’re also very attractive.”

He smiled.  “They want to invite us to their apartment for a small party when you’re ready.”

I knew I should be mad, but I couldn’t help but feel grateful that Len was setting me up with so many hot, sexy, and presumably sexually-adventurous guys.  Finally, I nodded.  “That will be fun,” I grinned.

“One thing, buddy.”

“Yes?”

“I want you to learn to cum just from your prostate.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to cum just from the rubbing of dick on your prostate, without touching your dick.”

I thought about that for a moment.  “Is that even possible?”

“Oh, it is; it sort of happened to you last night, right?”

I thought back to that amazing first orgasm when Len was pounding my ass.  “I guess it did,” I grinned.

“According to Ron, it’s awesome.”

“I can’t disagree.”

“So,” Len said, “beginning right now, I don’t want you to jack off at all.”

“When you’re inside me?”

“Then and any time.  Don’t beat off.  Let your body reach a higher state of need to cum.  Then when your prostate is getting well-massaged, you’ll have another experience that is better than any you have had before.”

“How long will it take?”

“Not too long, I’d say.”  He looked at me a trifle sternly.  “So, do you promise?  No beating off?”

“Okay, I’ll try it.  No beating off.”

“Excellent!”

******* 

After that incredible weekend, I felt I had changed in irrevocable ways.  I had discovered more basics about who I am and what I want from life.  My Sunday afternoon mini-orgy had left me exhausted, but more satiated than ever before.  As great as Len was at meeting my sexual needs, the combination of him and Micky and Louis was wonderful!  My body seemed made for group sex.  My asshole was tender after being plowed almost continuously for over an hour that day, but I was not really sore.  I figured I could have gone a bit more if needed.  Achieving an orgasm without any stimulation directly to my dick was exciting as well as very powerful.

New patterns of life in Room 404 emerged after that weekend.  Len continued to feed me his cock three times most days, generally fucking my ass in the morning and before bed and letting me blow him in the afternoons.  Sex with Micky and Louis was more random and unpredictable, but usually included at least one group fuckathon on the weekend, often on Sunday afternoon or evening, but sometimes on Saturday.  Once in a while, we would do it twice in a weekend.  Micky and Louis would fuck me whenever they were in the mood and I actually liked the unexpectedness of it all.  I might get Louis’ lovely cock in my ass while making coffee in the morning, Micky’s cock in my throat after lunch, and get wakened in the night for a fuck on the sofa by one or the other.  By October I was used to getting fucked about 20 times each week from my three hot lovers.  I was surprised to discover that the more frequently I got fucked up the ass the easier it was to take dick.  And my three handsome lovers were always respectful and careful not to hurt me.  Life was wonderful!

Len had made me promise not to beat off, but to allow my body to learn to cum from direct stimulation of my prostate by fingers and cocks.  The first few days were very difficult, but I soon learned how to live in a constant state of sexual tension as I would often go a day or sometimes longer without an orgasm.  My roomies would shoot off in my throat or ass and ignore my own cock.  I seemed to cum about every third or fourth time I got fucked whether it was hours between fucks or just minutes.  The orgasms I had this way were always big, long lasting, and intense.  For a few minutes after cumming, I would be exhausted, completely spent.  But I was always happy to take some more cock if one of the guys was still raring to go.

*******

Not long after my first time with Micky and Louis, Len informed me that he and I were invited to dinner at Phil (pictured) and Blake’s apartment a couple of days later, on Saturday.  I’d seen them a couple of times since moving to Chapel Hill and found them sexy as they could be.  Knowing I’d be with them on Saturday made the intervening days seem to drag on forever, although sex with my suitemates helped a lot.  When Saturday finally arrived, Len reminded me to clean myself thoroughly, which I knew meant to be sure to take an enema with extra rinses.  Neither Len nor the other guys had approached me for sex all day and by evening I was hot to trot!

To be continued...

Posted: 03/05/2021