Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 16

In a nervous stupor, I reported for duty in late September, arriving in lovely Newport, Rhode Island, on September 24.  For the next 12 weeks, I attended classes, spent a lot of time being tested in academic and physical ways, and learning to say “Yes, Sir!” with great enthusiasm no matter how stupid the order.  There were quite a few good-looking guys in my officer candidate class and there were lots of opportunities to see them in skivvies or in the showers, but I was so tired and stressed out I was able to sublimate any attractions I felt.

When we had time off, we hung out at bars in Newport and once in nearby Boston.  I considered getting lost from the group while in Boston, figuring I could find a gay bar and get some action of my own, but decided it wasn’t worth the risk or the bother for some meaningless sexual encounters.  So, for the 12 weeks of OCS, I toed the line by maintaining an air of heterosexuality and dealing with my pent-up sexual needs the same way my straight brothers did – privately in the shower or latrine.

Mom and Dad drove to Newport for our December 22 graduation, after which I had a 30-day pass.  We spent a nice Christmas in New York but all agreed it would have been better sharing it with Grandma, Harriet, and Gary.  So, we invited them all to come to Charlotte to spend the New Years’ weekend with us.  My little cousin Gary (pictured) had turned 16 on November 1 and was ready to expand his sexual repertoire, so we spent a couple of days exploring the finer points of cocksucking, which really felt awesome after my three months of forced celibacy.  He took to servicing another guy (me, in this case) quite readily.  He and his best friend Carlos had been jerking off together regularly for a couple of years and Gary was excited to teach Carlos this new skill when he got home.  Although he liked getting blown, he seemed to get even more turned on when he was blowing me.  I have a feeling he is going to turn out to be a big bottom like me, but I didn’t want to take him there so soon.  There’s plenty of time for him to experience that.  I told him to enjoy oral sex for a year or two and then try something more.

I was unexpectedly lonely after Gary went back to Sylva.  I tried to get together with some old high school friends, but their lives involved girlfriends or wives and it just never happened.  The only friend from college in Charlotte was Len so I decided to look him up. 

When I called Len’s number, it had been disconnected, so I called his mother, who informed me that Len was on his honeymoon in Hawaii for two weeks.  Part of me was pleased to hear that he had found someone to share his life, but a lot of me was also sad because, of course, he and I could never go back to those special times when we were sharing a room and our bodies.  Shit, I really missed him!  She gave me his office number and his address and phone number at the new house he and Sharon had just bought.  The next day, I bought the fanciest wedding card Hallmark had and mailed it to the new address.  I thought a long time about what I could write inside the card and finally jotted, “Len, good buddy, I’m very glad to know you have found the one to give you everything you desire!  Sharon, you’ve got a good, good man here.  Please take care of him!  I wish you both great happiness always!”  I signed it simply with my name.

My first duty station was to be Norfolk Naval Base in nearby Virginia, so I was pretty happy with that and Mom was ecstatic that I would be so close to them.  I left Charlotte a couple of days sooner than necessary so I could stop over in Chapel Hill en route to Norfolk.  Most of my friends had graduated with me and a couple of guys from the team were still around, but the best part was spending two nights with Coach.

 I hadn’t bottomed for a man since the weekend Len and I had spent in Myrtle Beach and, needless to say, I was raring to go.  I had Coach’s tongue buried in my ass within five minutes of my arrival and we didn’t come up for air for over two hours.  Poor Coach had to work hard to keep up with me!  But he did and we were both quite satisfied when we finished.  I went to practice one afternoon and hosted six players in my hungry asshole in the showers afterwards.  Five of them were familiar with my hole from the previous year, but one was a freshman named Blair Vandergraff, who had never fucked a guy before, but was very curious.  He was encouraged by about a dozen of his horny teammates, who cheered as he plowed me for all he was worth.  Of course, a group of randy teenagers get so revved up, they generally don’t last long once a cock meets a willing and talented ass like mine.  I had a butt-load of cum as well as four or five mouthfuls in a space of an hour or so.  Whew!  One of the guys got on his knees and sucked several cocks, too, so the more adventurous team members had an afternoon to remember.

When I got back to Coach’s townhouse, I spent a while sitting in a bathtub with water as hot as I could stand it, which removed the soreness I had after my busy afternoon and left me fresh for my last time with Coach.  After a light dinner and a couple of beers, Coach and I had a leisurely evening in the sack which left us thoroughly satisfied again.  He rimmed me so long and so sensuously that I had a hands-free cumshot just from the effect of his tongue in my hole.  When I stopped shooting, he rolled me over and entered me slowly and gently.  As I loved it, he took complete control of our time together, locking his gaze on mine, caressing my face, and pounding me at a moderate pace for nearly half an hour before I began to sense from his moaning that he was nearing the end.  After a few more thrusts, he stopped cold, looking deeply into my soul, telling me of his love without the necessity of words. 

After a minute or so, he pulled his big dick out of my chute, turned me onto my side, and entered me from behind.  Slowly his cock massaged my prostate as he tenderly thrust into me, holding me against his chest with a hand on my abs and one on my pecs while he kissed my neck.  Our moans were low and deep in our torsos.  Untouched, my cock throbbed and leaked precum onto the sheets but Coach refused to increase the pace so we would cum.  When his breathing became more labored and his moans became stronger, he stopped again, much to my frustration.  He stayed deep in my rectum for a minute or two and then withdrew, leaving me empty and unfulfilled. 

He lifted me and positioned me like a doll on my knees a foot from the headboard with my hands high on the apex of the brass framework and my ass pointing out towards him.  With no preliminaries, he shoved his massive organ back home and held still.  I couldn’t stand the wait, so I pulled off several inches and then slammed my body back against him as hard as I could.  “Ooof!” he cried, holding his dick motionless within me.  I pulled off again and began to fuck myself on his fantastic dick with powerful back-thrusts that gobbled up his sausage until it would go no deeper.  With each stroke we both cried out in ecstasy.  I took it rather slow for a few strokes, but soon I picked up the pace since I was now in control.  My cock bounced in the air between my body and the headboard, slinging precum to the left and right as well as drooling it down onto the sheets.  I added power as I pushed onto his cock, mashing my prostate deliciously as the fat prick caressed my whole interior with each stroke.  I wailed with sexual urgency as I put everything I had into fucking myself.  Just before my switch flipped, Coach grabbed my hips with a vice-grip, holding me in place, his dick buried to the hilt.

“Do not cum!” he ordered.

“Why not?” I wailed.

“I’m not ready.”

“Yes, you are!  I feel how big you are, how you’re throbbing.”

He withdrew!

“Bastard!” I called.  “Asshole!”

He pulled me away from the headboard, turned me around and gently lay me down into the center of the bed on my back.  Folding my legs back, he placed his cockhead against my clutching opening and smiled at me.  Pushing slowly in, he leaned close to my face.  When he hit his limit, he whispered in his most sultry voice, “I love you, Jody.” 

I came.  With a great guttural scream, I shot.  My entire body clenched.  My head flew up until our mouths sort of banged together, mine wide open in mid-scream so that his lips fell between my teeth and onto my tongue.  I shot.  My legs cramping and my arms flailing against the sheets and his back.  Gallons of cum blasted our torsos, catching against the curve of our pecs, filling the crevices in my abdomen, matting our chest and belly hair, running off me to drip down my sides onto the sheets.  I came.  My clenching body squeezed the manhood within me, crushing it until its liquids were forced out to fill me with his love drops.  Now we were screaming into each other’s mouths as our bodies convulsed with unimaginable sexual release.

When I calmed, Coach’s full weight pressed me into the mattress, his arms locked behind my knees, thus preventing them from falling to the bed.  His face was buried in the bed beside my head, our ears clamped together.  His cock was buried deeply in my love canal, twitching occasionally like a dying eel.  I couldn’t hear him breathing and his body seemed completely without muscular activity.  I might have thought him dead but for the movements of his spent cock and the frantic beating of his heart against mine.  When I was again aware of my surroundings, I had half a second of wonder at the total lack of movement within either of us, until his heart slammed into my chest and his cock throbbed in my hole.  Then he drew in a huge volume of air, gasping and sputtering against my ear.  We lay like that, united in our complete exhaustion for several minutes, his big cock losing its rigidity as our hearts and breathing returned to a more normal state.

Finally, I caressed his back and murmured, “Okay, it was worth the wait.”

After a moment, he chuckled softly into the sheet.  His poor cock jiggled inside me.  “Oh, oh!” he called out in mild response to the rub of my well-worn hole against his super-sensitive glans. 

That seemed funny to both of us and soon we were laughing heartily, jiggling together until we managed to laugh his cock right out of my ass, which only fueled a couple of minutes of additional laughing.  We must have laughed as a unit for at least five minutes before we both managed to quiet down.

I’ll be damned if he didn’t fuck me again in the shower.  God, what a man!  But this time he pounded me hard until he released what little bit of semen was still left in his balls.  We managed to dry off, change the sheets, and pile into the fresh linens.  When his arms encircled me to draw me against his chest, I relaxed and went immediately to sleep.  At dawn, we woke for one last fuck, which ended again with him telling me of his love for me.  This time he kissed me passionately for a minute or so as we both ejaculated.

My emotions as I said good-bye to Coach (pictured) were a bit like my emotions at leaving Len back in the summer, but not quite as strong.  These two men had been the ones I really did have strong romantic attachments to.  They’d taught me about my own sexuality and had given me high-quality opportunities to learn and grow as well as to find pleasure in my body.  But more than the sex, I realized they had been mentors and role models, big brothers, father-figures once in a while, and loving, kind, and generous friends.  They were all-around great guys to spend a lot of time with.  They’d made my years at UNC a lot more fun and a lot more educational.  I couldn’t imagine how different I would be if I had not known them.  I shuddered to think about how important they were in my life back then and in making me me!

Leaving Chapel Hill for the 4-hour drive to Norfolk was bitter-sweet.  I wanted to be going back for more years at UNC.  I wanted to be meeting Len again, getting used to shared space with this gorgeous guy, learning to bottom.  I wanted those old friends back, the games, the parties, the great sex.  I wanted to relive those experiences and more.  Life had been very good and I had been a successful student, a successful ball player, and a successful gay guy.  I wanted to hold onto the good I had known.  I was not confident the future could be as good as the past.  Even after my time at OCS, I had no way of knowing if I was going to like the Navy.  I wondered if I could be a successful Naval officer.  I was convinced the only way I could survive the military life would be to ignore my own most intimate needs.  There could be no new Len in my life, no new Coach.  Every mile I drove that day was 5280 feet further from the real me and that much closer to some guy who would look like me, but never be me.  I had the sinking feeling I had made the biggest mistake of my life when I signed that admission form.  In short, I had a low-grade panic attack the whole drive.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/26/2021