Jody, the Team, and the Navy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 28

We slept a little later on Monday morning as all the guys were beginning to get a bit tired from the activity of the high-energy weekend.  As we came to life, Darren trotted down to the galley to make coffee, leaving me in Brandon’s strong arms.  He checked in with me to be sure I was doing okay and we kissed gently for a few minutes until Darren returned with three mugs of coffee. 

“You’re all the guys are talking about this morning, Jody,” Darren said as he handed me my coffee mug.

“Really?”  I was concerned.  “Do they think I am the worst cock-whore they’ve ever seen?”

My beautiful friend smiled and caressed my shoulder.  “No.”  He shook his head like you might if gently correcting a four-year-old.  “Not one unkind remark.  They’re glad to be here with you.  Some said they were proud of you.  Some said they admire how you put yourself out to please others.  Ted and even my Alex said they wish they could take dick as easily as you do.”

I chuckled.  “Um, they need to know the two-fers are not easy.”

“Be that as it may, you did make it look almost effortless.”

“I doubt I could’ve done it without all the prep work you guys gave me, not to mention the liquor and muscle-relaxant.

“Well, dear, you won’t need to do that again for a while,” Brandon smiled.  “We don’t want you to lose your ability to squeeze our little dicks so firmly.”

I laughed.  “Little dicks, my ass!”

“Speaking of that,” Brandon said as he grabbed his massive wanger, “feel like a first fuck now?”

I kissed him.  “Always!”

His tongue reamed my mouth as I felt Darren moving around on the bed beside me.  Soon his big hands pulled my glutes apart and his tongue found my well-used orifice.  “Oh!” I gasped when he made contact with my rosebud.  “Oh, God, I love that!”  For the next few minutes, I was probed by two of the most muscular and tender tongues I’d yet encountered in life.

Darren pulled back to make room to insert a lubed index finger which coated the inner curve of my sphincter with baby oil.  When he put a second oily finger inside and pushed both of them to my prostate, I moaned as my cock hardened into steel and belched out a sizable blob of precum. 

“He’s ready,” Darren said.

“So am I,” Brandon moaned. 

In a surprisingly well-coordinated series of moves, Brandon lifted me, Darren flopped into the center of the bed on his back, Brandon laid me face-down onto Darren, Darren plunged his tongue into my mouth, Brandon positioned my knees alongside Darren’s torso so my ass was open and available above Darren’s mid-section.  Brandon put a finger into my hole and moved against his finger with his raging cock.  He paused momentarily with his cockhead kissing my rosebud, but I arched my back and pushed back, causing my sphincter to relax so his glans slid into my anus.  He paused briefly and then pushed forward forcing his dick into my ass inch by throbbing inch and drawing a great sigh of release from me, even as I kissed Darren.

For almost 15 minutes, my man Brandon fucked me gently, tenderly claiming me as his own, ass and heart.  Suddenly he shifted gears, moving the pace up a few notches almost instantly and carrying us from loving joy to passionate desperation as his fuck-strokes took on much greater intensity.  I knew I couldn’t hold my first orgasm of the day back for long at this pace and assumed he couldn’t either.

As cum gathered in my groin, poised for explosion, I stopped breathing.  Lightly I bit Darren’s lip.  I felt the snap within me as the cum began racing through my supersensitive urethra to blast out onto Darren’s abs and mine.  My whole body spasmed and my asshole involuntarily squeezed Brandon’s super-cock within me.  He yelped and drove all the way into me, holding his cockhead as deep as possible while he gave me my first cum-dose of the day. 

After seven or eight great blasts in my ass, Brandon paused for a couple of minutes.  Then he slowly slipped his cock out.  He put his big hands on my butt cheeks and lifted me off Darren, pulling me into a sitting position.  Darren held his cock up and Brandon positioned my hole against Darren’s glans. 

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.  “Put it in!”

Brandon gently lowered me onto the big black cock, which fit comfortably into the space he’d just vacated.  Darren only needed a few minutes of bouncing until he cried out and filled me with his first load of the day.  I sat impaled on the lovely cock that had just given up its juices for me.  Brandon dropped onto the mattress beside us.  Together my lovers lifted me off Darren and drew me down onto their chests.  Brandon brought his lips to mine and Darren’s.  We shared a tender post-coital kiss for a couple of minutes as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.

There was a rap at the door and then it opened.  Alex peered in to see us kissing.

“Good morning, studs!” Alex said cheerily.  “I see you’re up.”  He laughed heartily.  “Breakfast in five.”

“Great!” Darren called over my shoulder.  “We’re famished!”

“No doubt,” Alex said dryly before closing the door.

Quickly we all wiped up; we trotted to the rails and peed into the cove; we got to the gallery for breakfast in barely more than three minutes.

During the two hours between breakfast and lifting the anchor, I sucked several of the guys and gave my ass to anyone who still wanted some, which turned out to be only a couple of the insatiable studs.  As I was thus engaged, several other couplings were rounding out the cruise.  Perhaps the most surprising was Darren’s fuck of the cowboy Doug (pictured), which was very erotic to see.  Doug must have enjoyed it as he sprayed a huge load all over the deck to end the festivities. 

Fred docked the Party Boy at its home dock a few minutes after 1400 hours that afternoon and we cleaned up the ship for an hour before going ashore. 

As we drove back to our little apartment, I remarked to my roommate that I’d never had that much sex even considering end-of-the-season rewards parties back in college.  That night I took a very long, very hot shower and went to bed alone, where I slept for over ten hours before I awoke to my Tuesday-morning work alarm.

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When the first of my cruises with the guys was behind me, my social life became somewhat predictable.  It was predictable, but never dull or routine.  It reminded me a lot of the life I’d had for most of my college years when I had sex with my roommate/best friend/teammate Len two or three times a day and with our suitemates Louis and Micky a couple of times per week.  Added to that were the occasions when I entertained the coach or several members of the baseball team for an afternoon or evening.  I still had my cherry when I met Len in the summer before my freshman year but had become a jaded old pro within a few months.

Now, living in our apartment in Norfolk, I had frequent sex with Brandon and loved it.  About once a week, I ended my workout at the base gym in Miguel’s office for a rub down that always included a deep ass massage (i.e., a great fuck).  And Brandon took me to Darren and Alex’s party house often just to be with them.  Then about once a month, they would have a bigger party and I would enjoy seven or eight hot Navy dudes.  Because those parties didn’t happen as frequently as the baseball games and practices and other gatherings at UNC, my weekly cock-count was lower at this point, but I was still getting more than I could have ever imagined. 

I had very little interest in topping, so only did it once or twice every few months.  The latter half of 1975 and most of 1976 followed this pattern.  Although a lot of sex was happening, I never had to get out and look for it.  Brandon was readily available and always horny.  And the other guys in the group gathered frequently to meet that need for something more.

As you can easily imagine, I was a very happy camper!

Life wasn’t just sex, either.  Of course, there was a lot of work; there were lots of workouts at the base gym; there were lots of intramural and pick-up games of all types of sports; there were trips to the nearby beaches; there were dinners and nights out at local watering holes.

 For the second time in my life, I had found an amazing “family” of guys who loved and cared for me in their own special ways.  I knew I was fortunate beyond anyone else in the world.  I never lacked for companionship or for heart-stopping sex.  No matter what was going on in my life, there were multiple guys who would listen and care, guys who truly would do anything for me.

And my heart was incredibly full of love.  Yes, I was in love with Brandon.  I’d fallen for him that first day on base when he took such good care to get me set up on so many levels.  I was also very much in love with Scott and Darren along with Vern and Alex.  It was also no stretch to claim I could love Miguel and Earl and Doug and Alvin and Fred for the moments we would be in intimate connection at a party or on a cruise.  Even with so much love filling my heart, I knew that none of these men would be my “one and only.”  None of them would spend a significant portion of his life with me in a romantic relationship, even though there were often elements of romance in our companionship.

All the Navy dick in the world would likely never be able to extinguish the love I felt for my first love, Len, or for my dear Coach Stan.  Once in a while during sex with another guy, I would suddenly remember the exquisite feeling of Len’s rock-hard cock moving deep within me.  I would sometimes feel someone’s tongue in my mouth as if it were Coach’s incendiary kiss.  A hand caressing my butt might be exactly like the trace of Len’s hand along my rump. 

One Saturday afternoon, as Brandon and I (pictured) strolled along the beach, I shared these thoughts with him feeling very grateful that I could talk about this with my best bud.

“That must be a little distracting from what’s going on at the moment,” he commented.

“Maybe a little.  But what really bothers me is that I feel guilty because I’m thinking for a moment about someone else.  When I’m with you, I only want to be with you.”

Brandon didn’t speak for a minute or so.  Then, thoughtfully, he said, “If you’ve ever had thoughts of another while you were with me, I had no idea.  So, you weren’t cheating me out of anything.  You were still 100% with me.”

I smiled.  “I’m glad it wasn’t obvious.”

“I think everyone sometimes thinks about someone else during sex.  It’s not unusual or unfair.  It just is.  Don’t be concerned.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Those other guys have helped shape you into the amazing dude you are now, Jody.”

“Awww!”

“I’m serious.  There is no jealousy here for your college buddies or for the other Navy guys, either.  They are all partially responsible for making you so wonderful to be with.”

That evening Brandon made beautiful love to me.  The evening was a time I knew I would never forget.  Nor would I ever forget dear, sweet Brandon.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/07/2021