Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 18

Friday nights we usually spent at the Club, getting rather soused to celebrate the end of the work week.  I had not done a lot of drinking in college, so I was learning everything I’d missed in Chapel Hill.  After several hangovers, including one that involved some particularly nasty projectile vomiting, I decided to limit myself to four drinks in an evening.  After much kidding around and eventually getting Brandon’s endorsement, Scott and Blade agreed to help me stick to that limit.

For several weeks, my life marched forward with my days spent in budget work, my afternoons spent in baseball practice or working out at the gym, dinners at the mess hall with Brandon, Blade, and Scott.  Sometimes others would join us and sometimes Scott would be on duty or one of the guys would make other plans.  We had a couple of baseball games most weeks, too, and I really enjoyed being back on the diamond.  We usually played on Wednesday evenings and Saturday afternoons.  Quickly I became one of the top scorers on the team and after a few weeks I had the league’s leading batting average, which no one ever overcame.  A couple of weeks into the season, the intramurals committee decided we could have a designated hitter, so I became the base’s first designated hitter.  As league play progressed, our team rose in the rankings until we were the second-rated team on base, just behind the Jugheads, who were mostly from the Facilities Department.

At random times, I would catch Brandon intently watching me, but when I would say, “What?” he’d deny anything.  I kept having this eerie feeling he was cruising me or, at least, checking me out.  All three of my primary companions were constantly going on about sex, which kept me in a state of near arousal all the time and often in a mild panic that they might somehow figure out my secret.

At each baseball game or practice, Scott found some excuse to touch, rub, pinch, or fondle my ass.  While, of course, I absolutely loved physical contact with this great stud, I was very nervous that he would figure out how much I liked it.  Brandon had a habit of touching my abs, biceps, legs, or back in ways that were not out of bounds for contact between male friends but, taken together, seemed to be excessive, if not flirtatious.  At the Club one Friday night, Scott asked if we would like to spend a weekend in DC to see the monuments.  Everyone liked the idea, so we discussed possible weekends.  Scott and I had an off weekend coming up in baseball, so we decided we’d best not miss that opportunity.  Over the next week, Scott made a hotel reservation and a few other details were worked out.

I was excited about the weekend trip for several reasons.  First, I’d never had the chance to hang out with my new buddies that much.  I’d also never done any sight-seeing in DC, so I expected to enjoy whatever we actually did.   Third, although I’d had a good bit of time off lately, I’d not had the chance to do anything very exciting since Len and I had gone to Myrtle Beach almost six months earlier.  As much as I wanted to go, I was also quite anxious about being in that kind of unstructured environment that might not provide ample privacy.  When I mentioned to Brandon that I might not go, he essentially said to shut up about it as they weren’t taking no for an answer.

As a result, about 9:30 on Friday evening, the four of us checked into the Marriott Courtyard on Connecticut Avenue, not far from the Washington Zoo.  We walked a few blocks to a sports bar, where we had the old American standby – burgers and beers – to carb up for our first night on the town.  My companions seemed excited about the prospect of getting laid. 

“Fucking is just so much better than jerking off,” Blade suggested, to a round of laughter.

Scott turned to Brandon and dead-panned, “And I thought Blade was not the sharpest knife in the drawer!”  Our laughter got louder.

“Hell,” Brandon said, “there would be nothing better than your hard dick in a wet snatch if it wasn’t for all the complications!”

“What complications?” Blade asked, a bit incredulously.

“Damn, Blade, you know.  ‘I’m having my period,’” he whined.  We giggled.  “Will you respect me tomorrow?  I have a headache.  Do you love me?”  Everyone laughed.  “And, of course, the ever-present excuse: Oh, Brandon,” he said in a falsetto, “it’s so bi-i-ig!”

I laughed so hard at Brandon’s effeminate look, action, and voice.  Scoot howled while Blade almost choked on a swig of beer.  It was hysterical.

When we had all calmed down a bit, Brandon said in his normal voice, “Seriously, wouldn’t it be great if women were as comfortable with sex as guys?”

“You mean physically?” Blade asked.

“No.  Emotionally, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Scott said, “if women just wanted to have sex that feels as good as possible for both people.  Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Brandon put his hand over Scott’s, which seemed a bit queer to me.  “Unfortunately, dude,” Brandon smirked, “the only way to get that is to pay her!”

Blade howled in laughter and screamed, “Oh, shit!”  Several people looked at our table and the waiter hurried over with our check.

“Say, dude,” Brandon said to the waiter.  “Where would you go to meet some, uh, available, women tonight?”

He recommended a club called Heaven on the Circle that was known to be a good pickup place and we were off.  As we walked over, I reflected on the conversation we had just had, the one in which my three studly friends had seemingly agreed that sex with women was not entirely fulfilling.  Soon we found the place and entered one of those nightclubs with plush couches scattered around, loud music, glamorous ladies, and expensive drinks.  We had a quick round of beers that cost almost as much as our dinner had, soaked up the elegance and felt totally out of place.  After one round, we decided to leave.  As it was already almost midnight, there was some sense of urgency to find a good place to meet some ladies.  Just between you and me, dear reader, I did not feel that urgency, but I put on a pretty good front, nevertheless.

The doorman recommended a “more casual” place a few blocks away, called something like the DuPont Saloon and Dance Palace.  We were half drunk and feeling pretty excited as we trooped along searching for this place where the girls were rumored to be “hotter than Miami in August” according to the doorman.  For nearly half an hour we walked around the area where it was supposed to be but couldn’t find it.  Our group buzz was starting to wear off and someone suggested the doorman had sent us on a wild-goose chase.  When someone else suggested we go back and bust his chops, the rest of us vetoed that idea because we wanted to get on with the business of drinking and “hunting pussy.”

Finally, in desperation, we went into a rather sedate-looking bar called the Club 501.  I assumed that was the street address, but it wasn’t.  Maybe it had moved from a previous location and wanted to keep the old name?

As I pondered the nomenclature, we four hot studs from Nowheresville bellied up to the bar where a very hot guy wearing nothing but cut-off Levi’s with the top button open stepped over and smiled broadly at us.  “Hello, gentlemen!” he said with surprising enthusiasm.  “How can I be of service?”  His eyes scanned our faces with an intensity that immediately made me feel handsome, sexy, and, uh, exposed.  My friends took no note and soon we each had a Dos Equis sitting in front of us, delivered with a direct, personal grin and a wink.  Scott handed him a twenty and got a ten and two singles in return.  There were several moments of silence as we turned to look around the establishment.  Something besides the waiter’s flirtatiousness was unusual about this place.  I saw men of every type in groups of two or three or sitting alone.  But there was only one female, a tall and rather big girl in a glittery ball gown standing at the other end of the bar.

“I only see one woman,” I said quietly to Brandon (pictured).

“Look again, my naïve friend, and you will see there are no women here.”

“Huh?”  I looked again at the woman at the bar.

“Check out the hands,” Brandon instructed.

The hands were unusually large and rather ugly, for a woman.  The fingers were thick, hairy, and, well, grizzled, but the nails were half a mile long and brightly painted.  When “she” turned to speak to the barkeep, an Adam’s apple bounced up and down as words were spoken.  It wasn’t a woman after all.  “Holy shit!”

“Uh-huh.  I’m afraid we won’t be picking up chicks here.”

“I guess not,” I said, anxiety rising like bile in my throat.  “Are we in a …?”

“Looks like it.”

Fuck, what if we got caught?  I set my beer down and tapped Brandon on the arm.  “We’d better get out of here!”

He put his hand on my forearm.  “Relax, dude.  Drink your beer.”

“But we’re not allowed in a place like this,” I protested.

Brandon chuckled.  “No one knows who we are or what we do for a living.  Relax.  Anyone asks, tell them anything but your name, rank, or serial number.  Drink up.”

Len had said I take orders well, so I retrieved my beer and put it to my lips.  I looked around some more and noticed several guys noticing us.  Scott and Blade were laughing and talking on the far side of Brandon, but I didn’t know what they were saying.  I was quite nervous, but nothing was really going on that was threatening.  Across the narrow room, four guys stood at a stand-up cocktail table.  Three of them were in their mid-thirties or maybe a little older and one looked to be my age or even younger.  His Levi’s were white and tight.  One of the older guys had his arm around the young guy’s waist for a while but his hand eventually began drooping lower onto the young guy’s butt cheek.  The young guy smiled at the older guy and leaned closer.  They kissed, a long and deep kiss, like Coach had given me on our last night together.  The hand drifted lower, several fingers digging into the young guy’s crack and rubbing up and down, likely massaging his sphincter through the denim.  I knew how great that feels and my need surfaced in a way it hadn’t since I’d entered the Navy.

Feeling like I might pass out, I swiveled around and planted my elbows on the bar.  Brandon turned toward me, then stepped into my side.  His hand circled the back of my neck and clasped my shoulder, leaving his arm lying against my shoulder blades.  He leaned toward me until his mouth was only an inch from my ear.  “Are you okay, buddy?”

I looked at him, reading true concern on his face.  I managed a weak smile.  “Yeah.  I’ve just never been in a place like this before.”

“It’s okay.  These guys are just like us.  Just trying to get laid.”

His acceptance and openness surprised me somewhat.  “You don’t think they’re disgusting?”

“Hell, no,” he spoke into my ear, his breath sending shivers up my spine.  “I kind of envy them, actually.”

I couldn’t believe that.  My friend who just oozed testosterone was okay with queers?

“Seriously, Jody, guys have awesome sex together.  That’s well known.”

I certainly had a lot of experience that supported this statement but had never heard it said.  “It is?” 

“You bet.  What girl would know how to deliver a great blowjob when she can’t quite imagine how it would feel?” he asked.  “But a guy knows.  He knows just how much to squeeze, how hard to suck, the best pace, how to play with a man’s balls.  And pussy is designed to allow a baby to pass through so how can it be as tight as an asshole?”

Was he telling me he’d had sex with guys before?  I wanted that to be true, but I couldn’t assume that’s what he was saying.

“Um, Brandon, have you ….?”  I couldn’t finish the question.

“Had sex with a guy?”

“Uhm.”  I was being incredibly rude asking that.  But I had to ask.  “Yeah.”

“Sure.”

We were both silent for a minute.  His hand was rubbing my back.  I sensed we were right at that place where we could share our deep secrets, but I was chicken-shit.  What if he knew I’d love to do that with him?  Would he quit being my friend?  Or, worse yet, get me court-martialed?  Before I could say anything more, a weight-lifter with a dark beard and very tight Levi’s stepped up to Scott and said something to him.  Scott laughed good-naturedly and shook his head.  He put an arm around Blade’s shoulders, spoke to the man, then grabbed Blade’s chin, turning him to face Scott.  Scott planted a juicy kiss right on Blade’s lips.

“Fuck!” I said.

“What?” Brandon said.

I pointed and he turned to look at our friends.  They were still kissing, faces grinding together, reminding me of the supreme joy of Len’s kisses.  The weight-lifter looked disappointed and turned around, moving through the crowd toward the back of the bar.

Brandon turned back to me, his face inches from mine.  His hand touched my cheek, holding me steady as he leaned closer and closer until his lips found mine.  He was kissing me!  His kiss was soft and then it wasn’t.  It grew firm and insistent.  Somehow, we were face to face, chest to chest, expanding cock to expanding … shit!   Expanding big dick!  Distracted by our groin kiss, I missed the instant his tongue pushed my teeth apart, but I quickly recovered as his tongue licked mine.  My mind told me to push him away, but my attraction and my need over-ruled my mind.  I pulled him tighter and moaned.

******* 

Twenty-five minutes later, we bounded into our room at the Courtyard, where the clock on the nightstand read 1:40.  Someone slammed the door while everyone began stripping as fast as possible.  We all took a quick pee and then fell onto the two queen-size beds, Scott and Blade (pictured) in one, Brandon and me in the other.  We were like two couples sharing a room on prom night, trying to be alone even as we could hear everything going on 3 feet away on the other bed.  I was probably every bit as nervous as that 16-year-old girl preparing to have her hymen breached for the first time.

Sensing my anxiety, Brandon was very tender and sweet as he kissed me, fondled me and thrust against my leg with his giant cock that compared in size to both Len and Coach, my two previous biggest ass-stretchers.  Oh, how I wanted to feel his steely prick sliding through my sphincter!  After a few minutes of deep kisses, Brandon rolled onto his back, pulling me over with him so I was on his torso.  He kissed me for another minute or so before he began to push downward on my shoulders.  I knew what that meant, and I was more than willing.  I smiled at him and touched his mouth like a good-bye peck before sliding down to gnaw on his nipples, eliciting wonderful groans out of him.  After sucking each nipple for a while, I drifted on across the hairy ridges of his abdomen, pausing to lick his navel, and following his treasure trail down to the pot at the end of the rainbow, a cock I judged to be just over 8 ½ inches in glorious length and just under 6 inches in ass-stretching girth.  I took him almost to the hilt in the first plunge onto what was likely to be my main interest in the future.  He gasped loudly and groaned, “Oh, fuck, guys, Jody is a very good cocksucker!”

At a slight distance, I heard a muffled sound from Scott and a clearer “All right!” from Blade.  I could figure out who was doing who on the next bed without interrupting my spectacular activities!

Brandon’s breathing got a bit ragged after a couple of minutes.   I knew the first blowjob one guy gives another one is a type of audition, so I was giving Brandon the very best I had it in me to give and he was clearly already a fan.  I couldn’t wait to taste his lovely essence, so I was giving him the super-suck of a Hoover on the high setting when he finally grabbed my shoulders and yelled, “Stop!”

Startled, I stopped moving and sucking, but I didn’t pull off.  Brandon began to lift gently under my armpits, simultaneously muttering, “Come up here.”  With his assistance, I climbed across his amazing torso until our eyes were staring across just a few inches into each other while our cocks twitched and throbbed together between us.  Glancing over, I saw that Blade was on his hands and knees with Scott eating his hole like he knew exactly what to do.  Blade was “oh-ing” and “ah-ing” like some kind of animal.  Scott was slurping and moaning, too.  For a moment I stared at the hunky lieutenants, transfixed by the shock of what I was witnessing.  Then Brandon began tugging with a very strong pull and I turned my attention back to this fabulous man!

Brandon kissed me lightly, then, breaking the kiss, he smiled and looked deeply into my eyes.  He must have seen something in my countenance because he whispered in a very sexy tone, “You want to feel my cock deep inside you, don’t you?”

It was phrased like a question but seemed more of a statement.  He’d certainly captured my feelings in that moment.  At that moment, I didn’t realize just how presumptuous that statement was.  “Yes, Brandon, I really do.”

“Excellent,” he said as he pushed me off him and twisted me onto my back.  As I watched Scott slide his impressive erection into Blade’s lovely butthole, Brandon lifted my legs and I held them.  With no hesitation, he bent down and planted a kiss on my throbbing anus.  I was so surprised and it had been so long, I shouted out a startled, “Oh, baby!”  Over the next several minutes, Brandon’s lips and tongue became very well-acquainted with my hole and I became reacquainted with ecstasy. 

At one point, my attention was again drawn to the other bed as Blade cried out, “Oh, yeah!  Fuck me!”  I looked over to see the final 2 or 3 inches of Scott’s thick rod disappear into Blade’s clenching hole.  Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the exquisite feelings Brandon’s oral efforts were bringing me, he replaced his tongue with a greasy finger.  He worked my ass for a couple of minutes, making my dickhead drool a steady stream of sticky precum. 

“Are you ready, man?” he asked as his two, no, three fingers fought for domination of my hole.

“Fuck, yes!” I cried.

He extracted his fingers, spent a moment lubing his dick, placed his arms across the backs of my thighs, and crawled above me until he could lean down to kiss my lips.  While our tongues dueled in my mouth, he placed his massive cockhead against my little rosebud.  It was clearly an impossibility, but he pressed forward, building the power behind his push until my sphincter burst open and he slid in 3 or 4 inches. 

“Aiiieeee!” I cried in a mix of surprise, pain, and pleasure.  He was still a moment until I said, “Give it to me!”  Slowly he gave me the other 5 or 6 inches until my body held tightly his lovely appendage.  “Oh, yes!  You feel so good in me!”

“I do feel good in you,” Brandon agreed.  “You took it all the first time!”

I smiled up at him and wiggled my eyebrows.  “I’ll take it all every time!”

A strange look of awe and joy came over him before he grinned and said, “Fuck, yeah!”  Then he pulled halfway out and plunged back into my interior.  The nerve endings in my asshole verified that Brandon was very nearly exactly the same dimensions as were both Len and Coach.  I was in ecstasy!

For the next few minutes, the sounds of large mammals in rut filled the hotel room as Scott pounded Blade and Brandon pounded me.  After a few minutes, the sounds coming from the other bed grew quite intense until Scott screamed out as he obviously blasted Blade’s interior with his sweet juices.  As Brandon’s thrusts carried me ever higher in my climb to nirvana, I lost track of what the others were doing, so it was a surprise when Blade screamed out, “I’m cumming!”  I looked over to see Scott’s mouth impaled on Blade’s big sword as Blade thrashed around and white cream began oozing out the sides of Scott’s mouth. 

 The sights and sounds of their sexual union coupled with the pounding of Brandon’s amazing cock against my prostate pushed me to the crest of my sexual tension.  “Ooooh, fu-u-uck!” I cried as my cock began drenching both Brandon’s and my torsos with my sticky cream.  As my body brought its energy together to power a big blast of cum, my asswalls would clench tightly, squeezing Brandon’s wonderful dick each time.  On the second or third clench, he crested, too, and began blasting his lovely seed into my hole.  Together we writhed for a minute as cum spewed forth and we were overcome with our mutual release.    

To be continued...

Posted:  04/02/2021