Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 25

To tell the truth, I was not really surprised by Lawrence asking me if I wanted to try out the pillory.  The guys seemed to be wanting to test my limits a bit and, even though the men were very caring, kind gentlemen who I trusted not to force me into anything, they did seem to have an interest in some kinky, not-quite-S&M sexual stuff.

I looked at the pillory and felt my cock twitch in response to the concept of being restrained and at the mercy of, well, everyone.  But I didn’t want to come across as a complete sex pig by climbing in the first time I saw it.

“Tell you what, Lare,” I said slowly, “I’ll do it if you will.”

“How about that?” Sam said to Lawrence.

The well-muscled redhead smiled at us and chuckled.  “Okay, Jody, I’ll take you up on that.”

“Good,” I said.  “You first.”

“Sure.” 

As we conversed, Darren and Brandon were placing torches into holes drilled on the railing.  As the sunlight died out, the torches cast a mysterious, flickering light over the entire deck.

Lawrence (pictured) asked Brandon and Darren to open the upper board on the pillory so he could lay his neck into the cut-out space in the middle and put his wrists in the cutouts on either side.  My two favorite studs replaced the board and locked it down on each end.  It was hardly in place before Alvin was on his knees, licking Lawrence’s butthole as the lucky redhead started moaning and twisting his buttocks provocatively.  For a few minutes several of the guys took a turn at tonguing his rosy pucker.  I thought this was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen, but I had to raise my standard several times over the next few minutes.  When, at last, Sam’s six and a half inches of steel-like shaft breached the rosebud and slowly slid out of sight inside Lawrence, I knew I wanted to experience this, too.  Lawrence obviously enjoyed the pounding he got as his cock remained like granite throughout almost an hour of continuous fucking by eight of the guys.  In a bit of fairness, the guys also took turns on their knees under Lawrence, gently sucking him, keeping him edging for as long as they could.  Nevertheless, the randy Scotsman came twice during the hour, giving his seed to Jeff first and to Scott later.  Eventually he asked Sam to stop Alvin, who was the top-of-the-moment, as his ass needed a break.  When Alvin pulled out, Sam unlocked the top board so he and Scott could lift it off and release Lawrence.

Lawrence stood up and rubbed his lower back to relax his muscles.  Then he stepped over to where I stood.  “Your turn,” he said with glittering green eyes.

“Okay,” I smiled.  “I’ll try most anything once.”

Lawrence gave a tired chuckle.  “Oh, I think you’re going to enjoy this enough to look forward to all our future cruises.”

“Maybe so,” I nodded with a wink.  Sam and Scott helped me get positioned comfortably and then fastened the wooden plank over my neck and wrists.

Being restrained in this wooden pillory brought up some odd emotions.  I felt somewhat humiliated and frightened as soon as I knew I could not get out without assistance.  I was as vulnerable as possible, completely at the mercy of the 17 others onboard.  They could do anything to me and I could not stop them or get away.  They could fuck me mercilessly (my cock throbbed), mutilate or kill me (my damned cock throbbed again).  I could be left here for hours, days, weeks with nothing I could do to get myself out.  I was totally vulnerable and my stupid libido found that really, really hot.  My cock throbbed and I felt it burp out a glob of precum. 

My view of my rear was completely obscured by the heavy wooden boards above and beneath my neck, so when someone began kissing and licking at my anus, I had no idea who it was.  This lack of knowledge was strange and highly erotic.  As I was rimmed, I moaned endlessly and my cock strained to contain all the blood rushing into it.  Several times the hands left my hips and buns as the unknown tongue moved away to be replaced by other hands and tongues.  I was in some kind of erotic heaven here!  I was sure there was already a pool of precum on the deck beneath me.  After ten minutes, an anonymous finger massaged my rosebud before pushing into me.  It was heavily lubed and was soon joined by two more fingers.  I had a feeling the fingers were from different guys but could not confirm that visually.  The fingers worked to open my sphincter for the onslaught of dicks it would soon be receiving.  I moaned and cried out in ecstasy as my cock jerked and dripped under me.

After a few minutes of delicious finger-fucking, all the fingers retreated at once.  In a moment, they were replaced with a strong blunt object that pushed into my hot anus easily.  As a welcome, I pushed my ass back, taking more of the cock than had been given.  I heard a “Fuck, yeah!” from behind me.  I knew from its size, the cock was not Darren, Alex, or Brandon, but I wasn’t sure who it was.  My experience was similar to Lawrence’s as I was fucked repeatedly by a series of men who were always anonymous to me, except for how much this fuck might remind me of previous times when a certain guy had topped me.  Mostly, though, I had no real idea whose cock was in my hole at any time.  I counted ten separate insertions, although a couple of them seemed like repeats.  Meanwhile, I, too, got gently sucked by several of my friends, causing me to cum twice during this event.  A couple of my tops also reached orgasms which bathed my insides in their soothing jizz.  From the sounds they made, I was pretty sure I’d gotten Miguel’s load and perhaps Thomas’.  When Sam and Fred finally released me, I learned that I’d been in the stockade for almost 90 minutes.  I was squishy inside, just a tad sore there, too, and ready to sit down to have a beer.

After me, Alex (pictured) took a short turn being pilloried.  Fred, Kris, and Sam gave the long-legged Norse god fuckings worthy of Thor.  They must’ve all enjoyed this scene as all three tops bathed Alex’s innards while his beautiful pale eight-incher sprayed a lot thanks to Jeff’s oral work.

Jeff took a final turn in the stockade, but by that time I had been taken down to the lower deck to deep throat Vern, Alvin, Earl, and Sam.  I enjoyed giving my asshole a break while getting to taste these men’s cum wads.  Yummy!

Doug and Miguel were my sleeping partners that night.  Though Miguel and I had already had quite a few sexual liaisons prior to the cruise, this was the first time I had slept with the humpy gym bunny.  Feeling the delicious curves of his pecs, arms, and abs was a real turn on, but I was too tired to try to start something.  He was obviously tired, too, and we were satisfied with cuddling and gentle kissing.  Of course, I enjoyed the closeness with the sweet Texan, Doug, too. 

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After a light breakfast the next morning, some of the guys started a poker game while some swam in the cove beside the boat and others just talked quietly, sipping coffee as they chatted.  About 1100 hours, we were told to cover our privates and the boat got underway.  We retraced yesterday’s journey to the York River Yacht Haven where we commandeered the showers for an hour as everyone took care of their hygiene needs.  We had fish sandwiches and chowder at the marina restaurant and then piled back onboard for the short sail over to Yorktown. 

After we docked at the public quay, we walked the few blocks to the museum commemorating the colonies’ victory over the nasty Brits at Yorktown.  I learned quite a bit about Cornwallis’ surrender at Yorktown, what led up to it, and what it really meant, but that’s not of much interest here.  As active duty Navy men, we were treated very well by the staff and, all in all, it was a good time. 

From there we went to the Cannonball Pub – no surprise there – where again we took over the place and captured everyone’s attention.  This place resembled a raunchy gay bar since it had a dozen or so bikers hanging out after their Sunday afternoon ride from D.C. or wherever and only three rough-looking women who were with them.  I thought momentarily there might be a turf war, but when they learned we were Navy, they treated us like special guests.  We wound up enjoying fine steaks and seafood with our new best buddies.  When it was time for us to get back to the boat, it was a bit challenging to get away from the now-soused biker gang, some of whom were getting just a wee bit too affectionate for anyone’s comfort.

As we sailed down the York River to its mouth at Chesapeake Bay and then turned up-bay for a little while, I enjoyed the sky, water, shoreline, gulls, and occasional jumping fish.  Around us were big cities, a couple of Navy bases, shopping centers, factories, stores, and more, but on the water all that stuff faded into near-nothingness.  I loved the spectacular peacefulness!

When our crew dropped anchor in Mobjack Bay, pretty much everyone also dropped trou to get the evening underway.  Instead of passing out beers, several of the guys held court in the kitchen where large batches of margaritas and daquiris were whipped up while some of the heavier drinkers got vodkas on the rocks or scotch and sodas.  I stuck with the very tasty margaritas Vern was making by the blender-load. 

Alex took me out to the deck, where we sat on the bench along the edge, our backs to the water.  “Would you be willing to take on two guys tonight?”

I knew what he meant.  “Um,” I stalled as I thought about it.

“Darren and I and Brandon, no doubt, will make sure you are not harmed.”

“I knew that without you even saying it.  And I thank you for watching over me so well.”

“I’m glad you know that.”

Still, I hesitated.

“I’m guessing by your hesitation that you’d rather not,” he said quietly.

“Actually, I’m intrigued,” I corrected him.

“Then, why the hesitation?”  He seemed puzzled.

“I don’t want to come across as a complete whore,” I finally blurted out.

Alex chuckled.  “I appreciate that.”  For a minute we were silent.  “This is an interesting group, Jody.  I’ve known most of these guys at least a year.  I’ve had their dicks in my throat and in my ass on multiple occasions.  More than half of them would never, ever bottom.  As a guy who actually likes to take dick from time to time, I have wondered if they really respect me or if they think I’m some pervy degenerate.”

“I guess that’s kind of what I’m wondering, too.”

“I can’t promise much, but I can say that I know for a fact most of them do not look down on bottoms in any way.  Over the past two years, I’ve had serious conversations with enough of them to know they’re quite appreciative of our willingness to give them such incredible experiences.  I think they mostly see us as just different from them in certain ways and appreciate how important we are to their own lives in this special way.  They consider themselves lucky to get to participate in this group with us.”

“Interesting,” I noted.

“I think they’ll be so turned on by seeing you taking two guys at once, they won’t even think about judging you.”

“Thanks, Alex,” I stroked his forearm.  “I would like to do that, but I think I need some time with the more hung guys before we go to that.”

“Of course.  If you’re okay with it, I’ll set up some of the less formidable dicks for later and give you an hour or two to loosen up.”

I giggled.  “You’re brilliant and wonderful!”

Our conversation ended when Lawrence brought three margaritas over, handing one to each of us while he sat down next to me. 

Before I had finished my margarita, Fred came up to where I was sitting on the lower deck with Alex on one side of me and Lawrence on the other.  He held his hand out to me like a shy boy at a school dance.  “Come to the upper deck with me.”

I couldn’t tell if it was a question or a gentle command.  I guessed, since he was used to his every order being instantly obeyed, that he meant it as a question but didn’t quite know how to ask a much-younger and lower ranked guy.  I looked up at his serious face in the twilight.  He wasn’t the handsomest or most spectacularly built guy in this incredibly toned bunch.  His cock was a nice seven and a quarter inches of average girth, but beside Brandon and Darren, Alex and Scott, you really wouldn’t look twice at his endowment.  He was the oldest man onboard the Party Boy by probably five years.  He didn’t have a particularly friendly or kind demeanor either.  In another place and time, I wouldn’t have even noticed the Commander.  But there was something about Fred that was appealing.  Was it his green and gray eyes?  Or his once dark hair with (I can’t believe I’m saying this) sexy gray highlights?  Was it his distinctive Dallas drawl?  Was it the seriousness with which he seemed to take life, even sex?  Was it his manly confidence?  I suspected it was all of these.   The reason I was attracted to him wasn’t really important because I did want to feel his masculine strength against and inside my body.  At this moment, nothing else mattered.

I felt complimented that he was selecting me for some intimate time.  I smiled up at him, gripped my drink, and extended my hand to his.  He pulled me off the bench and drew me into his chest with its light covering of dark brown hair and a patch of gray right between his pecs and above his sternum.  His other arm circled my waist and he held me close.  I reached behind his head and pulled it slightly down so his mouth fell to the level of mine.  I held his gaze with surprising confidence for a couple of seconds before I stretched my neck a bit to bring our lips together.  I kissed him delicately while allowing my tongue to lick his lips so softly it probably felt like a feather.  Immediately, his tongue shoved its way between my own lips, past my teeth, and into the depths of my mouth, claiming me.  He tasted of whiskey and manliness.

After a few moments of exploring my mouth, he pulled back and nodded toward the stairway to the upper deck.  I smiled and whispered, “Let’s go, stud!”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/30/2021