Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 11

By the time October had rolled around, Len and I had drawn our suitemates Louis and Micky into our sexual activities and I had met the lovely Keller brothers Phil, Blake, and Hal and their almost-8-inch cocks.  After the first time Len and I partied with the Kellers, we were always invited over whenever their landlords were away.  In early November, we went to their garage apartment for dinner with the three curly-haired brothers plus two other baseball players I had met briefly during the summer tryouts: Max Starling and Zeke Chandler.  Max and Zeke also lived in the athletic dorm (Room 312, actually) and paid me occasional visits after we first fucked at the Kellers’ apartment.

Max (pictured) was very tall, 6’3”, and slender with a well-toned musculature.  He was good-looking with medium blue eyes and light brown hair he wore in a bur cut which made him look a bit rough.  However, his dimpled cheeks somehow made him seem more approachable and he was a very nice person.  He was a junior phys ed major and had a nice 7.5-inch cock on him, which he handled with power.

Zeke was an inch taller than his roommate and was a slender but strong man with blue eyes, light brown hair, a granite jawline, and high, prominent cheekbones.  He was masculine and very handsome which made him quite appealing to me.  He had big hands, big feet, and a big cock as long as Len’s and actually a bit thicker.  In fact, Zeke had the fattest cock that had ever made entrance into my mouth or asshole.  He was a powerful, but never rough, driver who taught me that I am a “bottom” because I prefer to be the receiver in sex, whereas he was a “top” because he prefers to give in sex. 

By the end of the fall semester, I had not yet encountered another bottom.  That was okay by me because I was getting a lot of wonderful “topping” since I didn’t have to share with anyone else.

Max and Zeke were great additions to my regular sex life, usually visiting me a couple of times each week, sometimes separately and sometimes together.  Len, Louis, and Micky never seemed to mind sharing since they didn’t get any less from me whenever there were more guys.  Everyone seemed perfectly content with the situation.

When the Thanksgiving holiday came along, I rode back to Charlotte with Len, which allowed each of us to meet the other’s family, including Len’s older sister Linda and her husband Darrel and baby girl Allison.  We didn’t quite give up sex for the holiday as we met up on Friday evening to take in a movie.  We saw the WWII story Tora, Tora, Tora, after which he fucked me in the cavernous backseat of his jet-black ’62 Bonneville.  Claiming a lot of papers to do before the end of the semester, we left our families after lunch on Saturday to return to Chapel Hill.  That night we had a lovely three-some with Louis, who had stayed in town for the holiday and was horny as hell after three days alone.  He filled my happy hole with three big loads that night and another Sunday morning.  When Micky returned Sunday afternoon, we went out for burgers and then came back so everyone could enjoy a ride on my plush backside.

******* 

The Thursday after Thanksgiving, I had a special practice session with Coach Stan Jordan.  You might remember that Coach Jordan (pictured) was the member of the coaching staff who most appealed to me back during the summer tryouts.  He was the assistant baseball coach with primary responsibility for helping the players improve their batting averages.  After the summer program, he’d encouraged me to do some strength building to improve the distance and power of my hits and to try later to make the team.  Seeing me for the first time since summer, he was very complimentary even before we went out to the field, noticing that I had put on some additional muscle since he’d last seen me. 

“You’re looking fantastic, Jody!” he said as he felt my bicep.  “This arm is really solid,” he smiled.  “Let’s see how your new strength translates to your hits.” 

Len was with me to do the pitching and Max and Zeke had come along to catch the hits that made it to the outfield.  Coach introduced me to Billy Novak, a cute guy with a shy smile, who was going to catch for us.  Murray Blumenthal and Reg Harmon, two more good-looking guys, were introduced as infielders.  We shook hands all around, but I couldn’t help but notice Coach checking me out some more.  I wondered if he was gauging my strength or checking out my body for other reasons.  I put that thought out of my head to prevent getting distracted from this important practice.

With that, we all walked out to the practice field where Len and Billy warmed up by tossing a dozen or so balls while I took some swings against imaginary pitches.  Throughout the semester, Len and I had practiced together a couple of times a week, so I knew how he tended to pitch.  No doubt that was an advantage, but I was happy to use any advantage I might have to improve my shot at making the team and winning a scholarship.

Over the next hour or so, I received 42 pitches, which included 12 that were out of the zone enough for Coach to call them balls.  Of the 30 good pitches, I hit 25 of them.  Only one hit was a little wild, passing just outside third base and about ten feet off the ground.  Three were hard grounders that would have been caught by the shortstop.  Nine of the hits went near the bases (mostly second and third) and seven were high flies that were caught by Max and Zeke.  One hit soared high and long but failed by a few inches to clear the fence.  To my delight and Coach Jordan’s amazement, I hit four home-runs!  It was by far the strongest performance of my career.  When Coach Jordan waved the guys in, they surrounded me and congratulated me on some great hitting.  Len beamed at me like he’d won the lottery or something.  It was all I could do to keep from crying from the relief and joy at how well this had gone. 

Back inside the field house, Coach Jordan took me to his office where he continued to be very complimentary.  “Sit here,” he indicated a chair in front of his desk.  I sat while he stood in front of me.

“I’m pleased with all the hard work you’ve been putting in and, damn, boy, it shows.  Len’s been keeping me informed about how well you’ve been progressing.”  His thick, strong, kissable lips parted over gorgeous straight teeth that gleamed like pearls. 

I wondered just what progress Len had been sharing with Coach.

“Do you think I have a chance to make the team?”

Smiling, he answered, “You keep this up and there’s no doubt.  You’ve added 25% to the power in your hits and could likely hit a homer at any stadium where we might play.  And a good percentage of your shots would allow other players to advance one or two bases, always a good thing.”

He leaned back on the desk in front of my chair.  “Len told me you had really come a long way, but I needed to see for myself.”  I couldn’t avoid looking right at the major bulge in his sweatpants three feet away from my lips.  “I can see you’re definitely great with the bat.  I guess the only question in my mind is whether you’d be a good team player.”  His ocean-blue eyes looked deeply into my eyes.  For a moment I worshipped his beautiful manly face with its substantial nose, strong jaw, and 5-o’clock shadow.  Fuck, could he be any more masculine? 

His deep voice brought me out of my reverie.  “How do you think you would get along with the other guys?” he asked.

I wished I knew how much Len had told him.  “Um,” I said to buy a moment for strategizing.  I decided to walk a fine line that neither suggested I was queer nor ignored that possibility.  “I think I’ll get along just fine with the other guys, Coach.  Len and I have gotten to be very close since we became roommates and I know a few other guys quite well, too.”

“Who?”

“Um, Max and Zeke.  And I’ve hung out with Phil and Blake Keller several times.”

“Do you like to be with those guys?”  Was there a hint of suggestiveness in his tone? 

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled.  “They’re all great guys.”

“How much do they like you?”

Hmm.  “Actually, they all seem to like me a lot.”

Coach grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.  “So I hear!”

“They’ve told you that?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled as he dropped a big hand into his crotch to adjust his junk.  “Len’s kept me very well informed.”

I grinned at the devastatingly handsome coach.  “So, uhm, you already knew how much they like me.”

“I did.”

“And why they like me?”

He laughed.  “Yes.”  He held his cock through the sweatpants.  I could see it was a huge cock and getting bigger by the second.

“Would you like to get to know me that way?”  I shocked myself at my forwardness.

Coach let the question hang in the air for a second, two seconds.  Maintaining solid eye contact with me, he stood slowly to his feet and hooked his fingers in his sweatpants.  He slid them down and they landed atop his feet.  A long and thick cock flopped out, hard and oozing precum.  It took my breath away for a moment.  “What do you think?” Coach asked in a low voice from deep in his torso.

“I think that is one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen,” I said as I slipped off the seat and onto my knees right in front of him. 

“You can suck it if you like.”

I hadn’t planned on asking permission but didn’t object to having it.  Without touching it, I leaned forward, tilting my face up so I could slurp the fat fleshpole into my mouth from below.  Before I reached the gorgeous piece, it bounced as it throbbed, releasing a blob of precum.  I extended my tongue to capture this drop of his essence.  “Um,” I moaned as it throbbed again and I had to follow the bouncing cock with my head as I tried to capture it in my open mouth like a naturist tries to capture a butterfly in his net.  I was a good catcher today and quickly caught the moving target just as it released another dollop of natural lubricant.

He was not quite steel hard, but already his dick filled my mouth completely.  It tasted faintly of Irish Spring and more pungently of fresh sweat, manly and intoxicating for me.  My tongue instantly began to lick and swirl around this wonderful gift.  He achieved full erection after less than 30 seconds of my sucking.  Soon the coach was moaning as he held my head steady so he could fuck my mouth.  After a few minutes, he stopped and pulled out.  “This is very nice, Jody, but I want to feel your throat,” he whimpered.

Looking around, I saw a short sofa against the wall.  I rose from my crouch, stepped to the sofa, and lay down on my back, my neck positioned right over the side of the arm.  My open mouth must have been sufficient invitation because he immediately aimed his fat cockhead into my mouth, pushing forward without hesitation right into my throat.  His girth caused his cock to lodge in my mouth when just the tip had slipped past my epiglottis.   I relaxed as he grunted and pushed again.  This time my throat stretched to a larger gauge and the whole thing moved the last few inches until his groin smashed against my lips.  Fuck, I thought, this is hot!  He held his steely cock three inches deep in my throat for maybe ten seconds, then he pulled it slowly out until the crown landed in the middle of my tongue.  Quickly I swirled my tongue around the magnificent cock, tasting the fresh precum it released every few seconds.  He moaned as my tongue caressed his cock.  I found the thick vein curving along the underside and felt his heartbeats through the skin.  I nearly passed out from the extreme sensuality of holding this hot man’s living manhood in my mouth. 

After a brief pause to enjoy my tongue-work, Coach drove back through my mouth, forcing right on past the bottleneck at the entrance to my throat.  He moaned and grunted, letting me know how much pleasure he was getting from my mouth, throat, and tongue.  I was mesmerized at how strongly he responded to my efforts.  I wanted even more of this man and reached my arms back so I could put my hands on his hairy butt-cheeks.  I held these firm orbs as they contracted and released while he fucked my throat.  I could feel the rise and fall of the flesh on the sides of his cheeks as his pelvis slipped forward and backward.  The butt-dimples I could feel drove my sexual stimulation through the roof!

He continued to work my throat for the next eight or nine minutes until his cock expanded so much it seemed hopelessly jammed into my body’s natural constriction.  I felt his balls slap my nose and felt the mini-convulsions starting in his shaft.  I closed my throat down on the wonderful cock and held it for a couple of seconds while a big squirt of jizz blasted down my throat directly into my stomach. 

My reward for a great blowjob was the transfer of his male essence into my body, where it would be absorbed and become a literal part of me.  Though severely muffled by the huge cock in my throat, moans came from deep in my mind and soul in recognition of our unification.  I felt so connected to this amazing man!

He stayed buried for one more blast before ripping his appendage out of my throat like the cork out of a champagne bottle.  (Did it really make a popping sound?)  As it paused on my tongue, I sucked in my cheeks to squeeze the still blasting battering ram.  Oh, damn, he tasted good!  His essence tasted just like liquid masculinity and my cock throbbed out a big blob of precum into my briefs.  Several more blasts of his tasty jizz filled my mouth until I had to swallow or lose it, and I wasn’t about to lose it!

I suckled the softening cock for a couple of minutes while Coach leaned over me with his hands resting lightly on my pecs, panting, and gasping for air until his breathing returned to normal.  Finally, he leaned back and allowed his spent cock to slip out.

“Hot damn!” he grinned.  “That was impressive!  You are one hot cocksucker, buddy!”

He helped me up from the sofa.  I know he saw my hard cock straining in my uniform pants, but he ignored it.  He pulled me into his chest where he gave me a solid hug before releasing me to pull up his sweatpants.

He circled around behind his desk.  “Are you busy tonight?”

“No, not really.”

“Good.  Would you like to come to my place for a follow-up?”

Hell, yes, I thought.  “Hell, yes!” I said.

His luscious lips parted into that awesome grin as he wrote his address on the back of a business card.  “How’s 9:00?”

“Perfect.”

“Jody?”

“Sir?”

“Be sure you douche before you come.”

I grinned happily at the implication.  “Of course!”

To be continued...

Posted: 03/12/2021