Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 13

After he got us beers, Coach Jordan and I sat on the sofa against each other as we recovered from our spectacular coupling.  I noticed there was not a big romantic act or declaration, which simultaneously disappointed me and relieved me. 

“Jody, you are one hellaciously incredible bottom boy!”

“Thanks, I think.”

“That’s definitely a compliment.  You took a long and heavy pounding without any apparent discomfort.  Most guys would not have gone the distance with so much enthusiasm.”

“Well, hell, Coach, I was having the time of my life.  I needed to cum, but I didn’t want to end our fuck either.”

“Len told me you have amazing stamina.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ve been with several of the players?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Can you say who?”

“Wouldn’t that be betraying a confidence?”

“Ordinarily, yes.  But in this situation, we’re sort of one happy family anyhow and I assume Len knows about all your activities.”

“Yes, he does.”

“I could ask him, but I would rather hear it from you.  Just baseball players.”

“Okay.  Well, in addition to Len, just Blake and Phil, I guess.  Oh, and Max and Zeke.  Plus our suitemates Micky, who is a swimmer, and Louis, who is a gymnast.”

“Thanks for sharing.  Len tells me you have taken on several tops at the same time and seemed to like it.”

“Do I have no secrets left?” I joked.

“Afraid not,” he said.  “So, you do like taking several tops?”

“Um, yes.  So far, I haven’t regretted it.”

“May I ask what you think your limit is?”

“Yeah.  Let me think about that.”  He got fresh Buds while I ran some calculations in my mind.  “The most I have bottomed at one time was with Len and the Keller brothers, including their younger brother Hal.  The three brothers each fucked out a load in my ass, one after the other.  Then we took a break for a while.  Then the three of them all fucked me again and when they were done Len had his turn.  I’m sure I was fucked for at least two hours that night.”

“Wow.  Seven fucks in one evening.”

Saying it that way was embarrassing.  “It sounds rather slutty, huh?”

“To some people, maybe.  To me, it’s just damned lovely.  There have been other times you’ve had group sex?”

“Oh, yeah.  With Len and my suitemates, that’s at least twice a week.  Then I have Max and Zeke with Len about once a week.  And I’ve been to the brothers’ place four or five times in a couple of months.  That’s three to six guys each time.”

“And you don’t get sore?”

“Mostly, no.  I will say all these guys are very kind.  They might fuck me hard, but they never hurt me.  Sometimes I get mildly sore, but a soak in the tub or even a warm shower usually takes it away.”

“Amazing.  And you really enjoy bottoming for several guys like that?”

“Truthfully, it’s Heavenly.  Even a great fuck, like we just had, is over before I’m really ready for it to end.  Most of the time, I enjoy the second fuck and the third one just as much.  If it’s several guys then I get more satisfied than if it’s just one.”

Coach swigged his beer thoughtfully.  Smiling at me, he said, “I think I need to share something with you.”

“Okay,” I said as I wondered what he might want to talk about.

“I think Len has mentioned to you his roommate from last year, Ron.”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“He was a freshman and played shortstop.  Unfortunately, he flunked out of school, so he didn’t come back this year.”

“Len mentioned that.”

“He was also openly queer.”

“I heard.”  Where was he going with this?

“Like you, he loved to bottom.  Since he was so open about it, some of the guys on the team decided to give it a try and most of them loved it.  During baseball season, they often partied together after a game, especially on road trips when the girlfriends were not around.  Frankly, the coaches got into the groove, too.”

“Shall I send Ron a thank-you note?” I chuckled.

Coach laughed.  “Perhaps that would be appropriate.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I want to tell you about Ron’s experience last year because it could relate to what might be true for you this year.”

I’m about to find out what they expect from me, I thought.  “I appreciate that, Coach.”

“Okay.  Well, during the baseball season, a lot of the players as well as us coaches got rather used to the availability of some good sex after the games.  I saw the guys bonding with each other and the team spirit soared.  I’m convinced we became a better team because of it.  So, several of us thought it would be a good idea to be on the look-out for other guys who might also enjoy bottoming for their teammates.  Before the summer tryouts, I met with Len and Phil to talk about that.  So, they were alert for any signs as the new guys came to campus for the tryouts.  Of all the guys, you were the one with the greatest potential and the fact that you are a good hitter really helps out.”

“Are you asking me to, uh, service the team members after games this year?”

Coach seemed a little embarrassed about this direct question.  “Not quite like that,” he hedged.  “It’s clear you’re a natural bottom and a very good one at that, I can now testify.”  He grinned happily at me.  “And you have already had sex with, uh, five of the team members plus one lucky coach.”

“Ye-ah.”  I still wasn’t quite sure where we were headed in this conversation.

“So, what I’m thinking is that we can give you a full and satisfying life on campus with all the sex you would like and, at the same time, motivate the team to perform at its very best.”

“I’m not very comfortable with the idea of taking on the whole team at one time.  That’s, what, 30 guys, right?”  I felt my cock twitch under the towel.

“Thirty players and three coaches.”

“I don’t think I could handle that at one time.”

Coach nodded.  “I don’t think anyone could handle that much sex at one time.  Not all the guys will want to participate.  I think we only had about half the players involved last year.  This year will probably be about the same.  A lot of men just will not ever get intimate with another man.  Of course, we understand that a lot of guys who are not queer still enjoy sex with a guy.  Like me, for example.”

I smiled.  “Actually, Coach, that is every guy I’ve been with.  I don’t know another guy who thinks of himself as queer or homosexual or gay.”

“I think most guys, in sports at least, are primarily straight but like to get some great sex on the side when opportunities present themselves.”  He finished his beer.  “So, Jody, if it was only three or four at a time, would you be up with that?”

Why was I getting hard at the thought?  I grinned, “I think I might be.”

“Before practice season starts in January, I’ll figure out a plan on how we can devise a way to motivate the players without getting too much at any one time.  We’ll talk more about it later.”

“Okay, Coach.”  I finished my beer, aware that my cock was creating a tent under the towel. 

I looked over at the coach and saw that he, too, had a towel tent going on.  His hand dropped to the big hunk of flesh between his thighs.  He looked into my eyes as he rubbed it.  He opened his towel and let the ends flop onto the sofa on either side of his hips.  His hefty throat-stretcher lay provocatively along his thigh, pointed generally in my direction, silently begging to be sucked.

I stood, tossed my towel onto the sofa beside Coach, and knelt between his legs.  As I started to bend down to take this lovely cock into my mouth, I heard him sigh loudly.  After a leisurely BJ, he lifted me up, stood in front of me, and helped me get on the sofa, perched on my knees with my face atop the sofa back.  No sooner was I in position than his tongue gave my hole a friendly lick.  He rimmed me sweetly for about five minutes before using a finger to lube up the inside of my sphincter as well as the area around it.  He plunged all the way into me with one slow stroke and a long groan.  When his balls were kissing me where his lips had just been, we both grunted and I said, “Oh, yes!”  For almost half an hour he gave me a deep, methodical, ball-churning fuck that caused me to dribble sticky precum all over the back of the sofa.  I realized why he had chosen a leather sofa.  My tension built slowly, but steadily, as he sawed into me.  He seemed to be holding us both just below the threshold of orgasm as he had done earlier.

Finally, I begged him, “Fuck me, Coach!  I need your load.”

In response, he picked up the pace, slamming into me with all his power, his big dick turning my ass into mincemeat.  Breathlessly, he panted, “I’m going … to give … you … every … thing … “ as he jammed it in to the hilt and held me, filling my asshole with a load that both seared my insides and soothed them, too.  He’s giving me his manhood, I thought crazily.  Crazy or not, that thought put me over the brink and I began spraying the sofa a couple of seconds after his shots ceased.

When he pulled out, I felt drippy and satisfied. 

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Jody,” he said as we caught our breath.  “I hope we can do this often in the future.”

“I hope so, too, Coach.”

“Excellent,” he said and hugged me.  “I’m sorry I can’t let you sleep over because we can’t have someone see you leave in the morning.  Are you okay to drive home?”

I was a bit disappointed but understood his reasoning.  “Yes, I’m fine.”

When I walked back into Room 404, my desk clock said 11:40 p.m.  Len called me over to his bed and added yet a third load to my asshole before we dropped off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

To be continued...

Posted: 03/19/2021