Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 20

The next morning I got to taste Scott’s sperm, which was a bit stronger in flavor than either Brandon’s or Blade’s.  I thought I could tell the difference well enough to distinguish one lieutenant’s cum from the others’.  How cool was that?  While I was working to get my first taste of Scott’s uniqueness, I received another dose of Blade’s spunk administered doggie style in my butthole.  Of course, the uber-top Brandon was very happy with sloppy seconds and gave me yet another load for my efforts.  We showered, dressed, and cleared out of the room, depositing our gear with the bellhop and checking out.  Then we spent about 5 hours at the zoo, which was not half enough time to see it all, but it was enough time to have a lot of fun and enjoy a beautiful day together. 

We left the District about 1515 that afternoon, stopped somewhere on the way home for grease-burgers and fries, and arrived at the BOQ around 2030.  Thankfully, none of my new fuck-buddies disturbed me that evening so I went to sleep early.  It felt just a little bit strange to be alone, even for a few hours.  I did get caught up on my sleep a bit before 0600, when I awakened to get ready to report for duty.  We four drifted into the mess hall one by one but wound up sharing a table for a few minutes before we all had to head out for the day. 

At dinner Brandon invited me to his room at 2100 for a beer. At the appointed time, I knocked on his door, which he answered wearing only tighty-whities that displayed his big cock quite, quite well.  After some very nice kissing and even better ass-tonguing, he greased my hole and his plunger and plunged right in, bringing simply fantastic sensations to my hole, precum to my cockhead, and deep moans to my lips.  Although he had fucked me several times over the weekend, this was our first private time together and it felt loving and special to me.  Apparently, he felt something similar because after he'd filled my hole and I had covered my own chest, he looked deeply into my eyes with his intense brown ones.  “Jody, babe, that was the most satisfying sex I have ever had!  I hope to spend a lot of time topping you, you gorgeous, sexy creature.”

“I’d love that!”

He smiled, but soon the smile faded.  “But,” he said in his stern voice, “I want to emphasize that I am not gay and never could be satisfied in a permanent relationship with a guy – even you.”

“I know,” I said.  I did understand that fact of life.

“I feel some emotions for you and I think you might feel some, too.”

I nodded, “I do.”

“That’s okay, but just don’t ever start thinking maybe we’ll be a couple or something.  Please!  I don’t want you to get hurt by something so great.”

“Thanks, Brandon.  You’re one very sweet guy and I probably will fall in love with you.  I fell in love with my roommate Len in college and also with my coach Stan.  They were like you in this way.  Len got married a few months back and I think Coach is dating a woman seriously.  If I was able to deal with Len’s being mostly straight, I will be able to handle your sexuality, too.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he grinned, “because I’m ready for seconds.”

I looked at his throbbing erection.  “Damn!  You are!”  I surprised him a bit by rolling over and crawling onto his torso, spreading my legs, and sitting right down on his huge dong.  I rode him hard for fifteen minutes until he pulled me off and tossed me face-down onto the mattress.  For twenty more minutes he fucked me into his bed – I loved every pounding thrust! – before he blew another great load into me.

We didn’t mention that he and Blade were soon moving to an apartment, but I assumed we’d figure out some way to continue our escapades.  My three buddies seemed to coordinate their sex drives as I was invited to one room each evening, where the needs of my ass were met along with the needs of their cocks (and mine, too, actually).  From side comments, I finally figured out that on the nights I was taking Scott, Blade was usually getting pounded by Brandon.  More and more, I realized Brandon’s sexual prowess was very near to Len’s.

The first time I saw Commander Vern Miller after our trip to DC, I noticed he had a sort of wicked-looking smile when he looked at me.  I suspected Scott had informed him of my proclivities.  He started patting my ass more and seemed to be around when I would shower at the gym.

******* 

A couple of weeks after our big weekend in Washington, Brandon informed me that we were invited to dinner at some friends’ house on Saturday night.  The party was to also include Scott and Vern. 

I smirked at Brandon when he told me about the invitation.  “Am I to be dessert?”

“What do you think?” he teased.

“I should be so lucky.”

He laughed.  “Yes, ensign, you should be so lucky.”

******* 

When Saturday rolled around, I did a very heavy workout with weights to puff up all my muscles.  Back at my room, I made sure I took a very thorough douche and slept for over two hours in the afternoon.  I dressed in my sexiest outfit – skin tight tan Levi’s to emphasize my firm bubble butt, an equally tight vee-necked sweater woven from a soft, thin golden-yellow yarn that hugged every crevice in my abdomen and made my perky nipples stand out and beg to be sucked, and brown penny-loafers without socks.  Underneath I wore a canary yellow string bikini.

Brandon also dressed in tight Levi’s, blue denim.  His shirt was a simple light blue tee with a white ram’s head drawn on the front and University of Rhode Island in script on the back.  He wore white sneakers and white socks.  I didn’t yet know what he was wearing underneath.

During the 20-minute drive to dinner, Brandon briefed me on our hosts: Alex and Darren.

According to Brandon, Darren was a tall half-British, half-black guy who was quite handsome.  CDR Darren Mitchell was a branch manager in Base Facilities and had a strong, muscular body.  “You’ll like him.  A lot.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s very masculine, along with being good-looking and very nice.”

“Sounds good.”

“And his cock is just a fraction of an inch shorter than mine.”

“God, you know me too well!” I chuckled.

‘It’s okay for you to call me that in private,” he chuckled, “but please don’t call me ‘God’ in front of others.”  While I laughed, he added, “It’s embarrassing!”

“I guess that explains why I like getting on my knees in front of you.”

He laughed again.  “That reminds me.  I’ve been meaning to explain that it’s customary that, when you’re on your knees to worship me, you face me.”

For a moment I didn’t get the joke, but when it sunk in, I laughed deeply.  When I found my breath, I asked, “But isn’t a sacrifice the highest form of worship?”

“And you are sacrificing what exactly when you face away from me?”

“My innocence?”

Brandon laughed loudly.  “You cannot sacrifice something you gave away years ago!”

“Oh!” I cried in mock hurt.  “So, tell me about Alex.”

With a completely blasé face, he said, “Well, he sometimes faces me and sometimes he faces the other way, too.”

I cracked up again.  “Too much information!”

“Nonsense.  You’ll see it yourself tonight most likely.”  Then he went on to describe Alex.  He was CDR Bjorkland, who, as his name suggested, was part Swedish and part Norwegian with “beautiful blue eyes, perfect blond hair, and a smooth, well-defined, but not heavy, body,” according to Brandon.  He also said Alex was very tall and was head of a branch of the Communications Department on base.  He was about 8” long and pretty thick and was comfortable bottoming as well as topping.

That comment made me wonder how many of the guys in the group were tops and how many were bottoms.  When I asked the question, Brandon thought for a minute before answering.

“Um,” he held up his fingers and began counting.  “Our exclusive tops are Vern, Kris, Alvin, Earl, Arnie, and me.  I’ve only seen Darren bottom once, so he is essentially a full top.  That’s seven tops.  Some of the guys will bottom sometimes, but strongly prefer to top.  That would be Miguel, Mike, Lawrence, Doug, and Scott.”

“Scott bottoms?” I asked, surprised.

“Uh-huh.  He tops mostly, but he enjoys a hard dick in his ass sometimes, too.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“I love to see him taking a pounding.  It’s so unexpected that it’s incredibly hot.”

“Um,” I tried to picture it, but failed.  “I would bet.”

Looking at his fingers, Brandon continued, “So, I guess that’s five who are mostly tops.  A couple of guys seem to be about 50-50.  Alex, Blade, and, um, I think that’s probably all.  Two in that category.  Then there are the ones who bottom more than they top.  That would be, gee, just Ted.  How many is that?”

“Um, seven tops, five mostly tops, two equals, and one bottom.  Fifteen?”

“That’s about it.  Every month or two someone transfers out so there is a constant change in the total.  We are all watching for other guys who might fit in and we add them when we find them.”

“Like me?”

“Yep.  I didn’t know you were going to work out until that first night in DC.  And, to be honest, tonight is sort of your official interview, I guess.”

Just then he turned the car into the driveway of a long, rambly-looking ranch house in an above-average middleclass neighborhood.

“Well,” I chuckled.  “Thanks for the warning!”

He grinned and patted my knee.  “You don’t need it.”

******* 

I was surprised when CDR Vern Miller answered the door.  He was wearing Lee’s jeans that snuggly cupped his thighs, buttocks, and crotch topped by a yellow and green plaid dress shirt with at least four open buttons at the top so his chest rug could be seen.  He smiled broadly and said, “Welcome, Jody.”

“Commander,” I nodded.

“Tonight, I’m Vern,” he corrected me with a wink.  “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” I nodded, “Vern.”

As Brandon closed the door, Vern drew me in for a solid hug.  “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he whispered as he rubbed my butt with one hand.

“Me, too, stud,” I whispered back.4

He leaned back and wiggled his eyebrows, then released me.

Scott stepped around Vern to scoop me into a deep hug.  He kissed me (no tongue, for a change) and welcomed me. 

Behind Scott, a tall stud (pictured) came into the foyer.  He was a bit stocky with thick, heavy muscles that stretched his white muscle shirt almost to the breaking point.  I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on those pecs!  His face glowed with a healthy-looking chocolate mocha skin tone and large, white teeth showing through a warm smile.  I knew three things instantly.  One, I was going to like this man.  Two, I would feel very protected and safe with him.  Three, I was going to love submitting my asshole to him.  When he turned to lead us into the house, I noticed that his khaki’s fit very snug around firm, meaty butt-cheeks that completed a very humpy package I was looking forward to unwrapping.

We all trooped into the large kitchen where the very tall Scandinavian-looking Alex was busy making dinner.  He stopped long enough to hug Brandon and shake hands with me, then pull me into a hug.  Since he was at least 6” taller than me, my head nestled easily into the base of his neck, against his shoulder.  I could feel a firm pectoral beneath my cheek.  He was very white – perfectly blond hair, pale blue eyes, and skin that looked as if it had never met the sun.  His face, like his body, was long and slender.  I noticed his feet were large but narrow in his deck shoes and his fingers were long and bony.  I wondered if his cock was like that, too.

“Welcome to Norfolk and our home,” Alex (pictured) said as he released me.  “I look forward to getting to know you.  Now, all of you, out of the kitchen, please!”

Darren led us into the living room, where he made a pitcher of margaritas for us.  When he’d poured a glass for each of us, he handed them to Scott, who delivered a glass to me and then Brandon.  I sipped a very smooth, tart and tangy margarita.  Scott returned to the bar and got glasses for Vern and himself.  Brandon steered me to sit on the sofa while he took an armchair at the side.  Vern sat to one end of the sofa and Scott took a chair facing us.  When Darren joined us, he motioned for me to move into the center of the sofa and took the end where I had been.  Darren placed a big, hairy hand on my thigh and smiled.  “We’re all so hot for you, we want to be as close as possible.”

I blushed at his directness while my heart raced at his sheer magnetic presence so close beside me.  For a split second I was paralyzed with shyness.  But then I realized Darren would be fucking my ass later this very evening, so being coy and shy seemed rather pointless and stupid.  I grinned at him and stretched my arm toward him, placing my hand on his sexy jawline. 

Holding his head in place, I leaned up and slowly placed my lips against his bigger, thicker, and more muscular lips.  When two sets of lips were firmly connected, I opened my mouth, effectively pulling his mouth open, too.  Knowing that my role was to be the submissive to his dominant, I held my mouth open, waiting for his tongue to enter and possess me.  I waited only a few milliseconds until he licked the surface of my lips and penetrated my body for the first time.  His tongue entered slowly, deliberately, just the way I knew his cock would claim my asshole.  His tongue, of course, was not rigid like his cock would be.  It was, however, thick and meaty.  It filled my waiting cavity with heat, dripping with his saliva and fueled by his need.  His tongue kissed the tip of my tongue and lifted it, showing me immediately which of us was in control.  I grew faint.  His hand moved along my thigh to my hip, where it circled around my waist in syncopation with his tongue circling my tongue.  I felt someone, Vern, take my drink.  Darren, having set his drink on the end table at his side, leaned toward me, placed his other hand on my waist on the opposite side of my body, and tongue-fucked my mouth into submission.  One arm behind my waist and one hand at my side, suddenly I felt his body stiffen, muscles in his arms contracting, even legs hardening.  I was pulled off the sofa, flipped around in mid-air and brought safely and gently to a landing in Darren’s lap, my knees naturally falling to the sides of his thighs and finding stability on the sofa cushion.  As my weight settled onto him, my balls were pushed into my body by a large throbbing mound beneath me.  Darren’s hands moved toward the center of my back and he pulled me into his massive chest.  Somewhere in the room I heard someone say, “Fuck!” and be answered by someone else saying, “They didn’t waste any time.”  My heart beat against his pec and his beat against mine.  His tongue explored my mouth like Magellan circumnavigating the globe, laying claim to my mouth and everything attached to it, especially my asshole.  His hands slipped down my spine to cup my buns, squeezing slightly to establish dominance there, too.  My lungs began to cry out for a deep breath to replenish my oxygen-deprived body.  I knew I had to break this kiss in order to save myself for one thing – to serve my new master.

Finally, my self-preservation instinct pulled me back from Darren, his tongue dropping out of me as I backed away.  Our eyes locked in perhaps the hottest gaze I had ever experienced.  I gasped for air as our saliva dripped from my lips.  A moment passed and then he spoke in a deep, full-throated voice I could feel throughout my body from small tremors transferred through his arms and hands, thighs, and even his glorious cock into my body through my back, my hands, my thighs, my butt, and my balls.  “Nice to meet you, baby,” he said as his lips drew back into a wet smile.

Speaking with total honesty, I responded, “I am thoroughly addicted.”

He chuckled, as did some of the other guys.  “Actually, you’ll be thoroughly dicked after dinner.”

“Do we have to wait?” I asked eagerly.

“Yep,” he nodded.  “Alex would kill me if I ruined his dinner.  But I do aim to possess your sweet ass tonight.”

“Please,” I nodded.

“Now, why don’t you say hello to Vern in a nice, friendly way?”

I smiled at Darren.  I turned my head and looked at Vern.  He was a hot man, too.  I was going to have to share myself with everyone rather than concentrate on any one of them.  Although I knew I could be happy with just Darren tonight, I also knew that I could enjoy all these men.  I smiled at Vern, my new coach, whose cock would soon occupy the same place my old coach’s cock used to love so much.  I leaned in and gave Darren’s luscious lips a good-bye peck, then slid off his lap onto my feet.  “Ouch,” I said and reached down to adjust my cock in my tight jeans.  Everyone laughed as I moved the few feet to Vern, who looked up at me eagerly.

I straddled the stockier man, sitting on his thighs in a copy of my seat on Darren.  Putting my hands on his cheeks, fingers behind his head, I leaned down until my lips connected with his.  Again, I opened my mouth and received his tongue, which soon established its dominance over me.  This was a hot welcoming kiss, too.  It was a bit different since I had been seeing Vern several times a week at baseball practices and games.  We weren’t exactly friends, but we’d both felt an attraction each time we were together and now we were in a situation where that attraction could be consummated. 

After a few seconds, our kiss was interrupted by Alex, calling out from the dining room, “You guys need to cool your jets!  We’ll be eating in just a few minutes, and I mean chicken not dicks and asses!”

Vern and I parted quickly so we could both laugh at Alex’s joke.  “Aye, aye, Commander!” Vern said.

“Jody,” Alex said, “please help me get the table ready.”

“Yes, sir!” I said as my hand moved toward my forehead to salute.  I stopped it before it got too high.  I pecked Vern and stood up, following Alex’s long legs and tight buns into the kitchen.

As we passed through the dining room, Alex chuckled and said, “Good to see you getting acquainted so quickly.”

I giggled.  “You guys are quite the horny group, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’d say we are.  Sex is the key reason we hang out together, but we have actually become good friends, too.”  He handed me a glass pitcher of water and a bucket of ice.  “If you would, fill the glasses on the table, please.”

As I went back into the dining room, Scott passed by headed into the kitchen.  He grabbed my ass and kissed me quickly.  “Just to remind you that I am still your top man!”

I laughed.  “I seem to be overrun with top men tonight.”

He laughed, too.  “That may literally be true later.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/09/2021