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I hope you enjoy this story, which concerns the sexual awakening and development of Jody through his college years and early career in the Navy. To add realism to the story, much of the story is set in real cities, college campuses, Naval bases, and places of business. No implication that these places are accepting of homosexuality is implied. Should you visit any of them, please maintain normal caution and do not assume you will be accepted.
This story is the backstory of a character who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2018, titled The Deputy Boys Book 1: Gary's Senior Year. Jody's story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy!
Kenneth Kirk
Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 3
All day that Friday I had difficulty concentrating on anything: classes, my workout, conversations, even Len as my mind kept rolling around the idea that in just a few hours I would be taking another man's penis into my guts for the first time ever. The fact that the penis in question was attached to the magnificent Len and that I'd already gotten a lot of experience of taking said penis into my throat only served to increase my anxiety. I knew well how long (almost nine inches) and thick (almost six inches in circumference or 1.9 inches in diameter) his hardon was. Even though we'd been working all week to teach my asshole how to relax and accept several of Len's fingers, I was quite skeptical my poor sphincter could really take his hard cock without ripping wide open.
Was I really ready to sacrifice my last vestige of virginity tonight? Was I ready to completely eliminate innocence from my life? I knew it was a one-way street. One dick planted in my butt and I could never undo it. I would always know I was 100% queer. Was I ready for that? Was it too late to give up my perversity and be "normal"? It would be if I let Len fuck me. But what is perversity? Isn't it doing unnatural things? And could I truthfully say it's unnatural for me to enjoy a man's body? To be sexual with a man? To suck cock? To get fucked? These were very serious questions and the answers to them were going to set the direction of my life as far as sexuality and romance were concerned. No wonder I couldn't concentrate on anything else.
As Len, Micky, Louis, and I went through the chow line that evening, Len had to take charge and get my dinner as I couldn't even decide between the baked cod and the pork chops. He picked the cod and added the fixings, including a dish of cherry cobbler. Louis had a date that evening with Loretta to go to some sorority dance while Micky was planning to stay in to work on a term paper for his European History class. Len and I were staying in for more important reasons than a term paper. We told our suitemates we had homework, too, but my sexual experience was the actual agenda for the evening.
After we got back to Room 404 from dinner, Louis and Micky retreated to their room, presumably so Louis could get ready for his date and Micky could start studying. Len and I retreated to our room where we did a little studying, too, although the truth is that I barely did anything productive. For a while I wondered if I was emotionally prepared to go the final distance. My head seemed to swim in circles, like I was about to swirl down the drain. I started sweating and I considered running out of the room. Calm down! I told myself.
Len must be clairvoyant because just before I bolted, he quietly stood up and went into the main room. Within a couple of minutes, he came back into our room and handed me a cold Miller. I looked at him as I reached for the frosty bottle. He gave me a tender smile and a silent nod as I took the beer. Without a word, he closed the door and returned to his studying.
After a couple of swigs of the alcohol, my brain calmed, giving me an immediate sense of what was right. I knew that I had to go the distance to explore the reality of who I am and how I am wired inside. I would have to try bottoming in order to know if it was what I need and want. It was a major step in self-discovery and self-understanding. Len would lovingly give me what I needed for this self-revelation. Now was the perfect time.
A little while later, around 9:00, Len said, "Jody, are you about ready to quit studying?"
Inwardly I scoffed since I was just staring at my Intro to Accounting text. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of my resolve to explore my own self. "Yes," I answered.
"How about we shower together?"
"I'd like that."
He turned in his desk chair to look at me. "Me, too," he smiled. "Why don't you go ahead and do your colon cleaning and call me when you're ready to shower?"
"Okay," I said and got up from the desk. In a couple of minutes, I was lying on the bathroom floor with my leg pulled up to my chest, mimicking the illustration on the enema bag instruction sheet. After the enema had worked its magic and I had performed two rinses, I decided I was ready to shower. When I opened the door, I saw the bedroom was dark except for the indirect glow of Len's desk lamp. He was sitting on his desk chair and watching the bathroom door. He stood as the door swung open, shucked his briefs, and began walking toward me, long cock swinging from thigh to thigh with each step.
I stood in the bathroom waiting for him. His smile was broad and genuine as he came into the small room. Sniffing the air, he chuckled and said, "Um, fresh piney woods!" This was in reference to the air freshener I'd sprayed liberally to cover the smells of my cleansing. We both laughed and I turned to go into the walk-in shower. "Wait!" he said. I stopped, turning to watch as he opened the medicine chest, removed a bottle, poured a pill into his hand, and returned the bottle. "Take this," he directed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"A muscle relaxant," he said. I must have looked puzzled because he explained, "It might help your sphincter to relax a bit more."
"Oh," I said nervously at the suggestion of what lay ahead.
"Don't worry, man," he said, brushing his fingers along my bicep. "It's going to be fine. I just want to make it as easy on you as possible."
"Thanks," I nodded as I popped the pill into my mouth.
We took a long, slow shower with me washing his entire body (including his hair which he loved to have me shampoo). When he faced the tile wall, spread his feet apart, and leaned forward, I understood he was telling me to wash his asshole. I soaped up my fingers and gently washed his anus, putting them inside him gently so I could wash his sphincter. When I aimed a couple of fingers at his prostate, he jerked and snickered. "You're making me quite horny," he said.
"That's my goal," I remarked.
"Hell, Jody, you don't have to work to get me horny."
That sounded nice to me.
"Just being in sight of you makes me horny every time."
"You're sweet," I said.
He groaned as I massaged his hole, taking special effort to rub his sperm button a few times. I think he was afraid of having a premature ejaculation because, after only a few finger-plunges, he stood up and pulled off my fingers. He turned to face me and said, "That was awesome!"
"I'm glad," I answered.
"Now, trade places," he instructed.
We did and he began soaping up my body. Taking his time, he washed every inch of my body with his repeated touches while I just got hornier and hornier. When he soaped my cock, I thought I might lose It, but he didn't linger there and I was able to hold back my orgasm. However, he washed my butthole for a long time, pressing outward with his fingers and rubbing my passion bump so that my cock oozed pre-cum almost constantly. When he had his fingers deep in my posterior, I smiled at my own confusions. This felt so right and so good! I was no longer panicked about taking the last step in my sexual development. I was ready!
We dried each other and he took my hand as we went into the bedroom.
"Your bed," he said quietly and I sat down. He lit two big candles, then turned off the desk lamp. He stepped to the record player and turned the system on. Immediately a record dropped onto the turntable and the needle dropped into its groove. I laughed when I recognized the first cut to be "Ready or Not, Here I Come" by the Delfonics from Len's Sounds of Sexy Soul album. The humor in his music choice broke my nervousness a bit and I was grateful.
Len smiled as he crossed to my bed with the lube and a towel. Sitting beside me, he put an arm across my shoulders and hugged me to his side. Calmly he said, "Please be relaxed, Jody. We're going to be sure you're fully prepared before we try a penetration. There may be a few seconds of pain, but I'm sure it will quickly dissipate and turn into a type of pleasure you've never imagined. If the pain persists, we'll stop right then. Are you good with that?"
"Yes, Len," I nodded.
"The key is to relax. Your sphincter has always tried to hold stuff inside, not be open to something entering from outside. You've learned how to accept something coming from outside so now it's just a question of relaxing the muscle a bit more than you've done before. If you feel pain, just try to push out like you're taking a dump. That's how you voluntarily relax the muscle."
"I understand."
"The last thing in the world I want is for this to be unpleasant, uncomfortable, or painful for you." He rubbed my shoulder.
Turning to face him, I smiled. "I know, Len. You're always good to me. I trust you completely."
"Good," he smiled. We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he grinned broadly and asked, "So, how about we start with a little BJ?"
I grinned, too. "Sure," I said as I stood up to kneel in front of him. We both had growing erections by this time and it only took a couple of slurps for him to finish hardening completely. I was hard as quickly just from the stimulation of his giant cock in my mouth. The Delfonics sang, "Let It Be Me" as I started licking and sucking. Soon I realized this column of flesh that was in my mouth and throat now would soon be plowing my asshole. I felt I could manage to get it in my ass if I could get it into my throat.
"Thanks, buddy," Len whispered as he put his hands under my arms and half lifted me. As I rose, he said, "Get on your knees so I can work on your butt."
We shifted as I got on all fours on the mattress and he slipped into a kneeling position behind me and between my legs. His fingers began working their magic on my hungry asshole, greasing it up, pressing into my flesh to open me, massaging and caressing until I was positively panting from desire. Several times, Len gently massaged my prostate with a couple of fingers, making me moan in appreciation and making my prick leak copious amounts of pre-cum. In the middle of my gasping and moaning, I laughed when the Delfonics began singing "Going Out of My Head" because I felt it expressed my feelings so perfectly.
"How ya doing?" Len asked after he'd inserted the fourth finger into my rectum.
"Oh," I puffed, "it's great, Len!"
"Any pain?"
"No. Not at all."
"Excellent." The fingers plunged into me, massaging, rubbing, caressing, building my desire as my entry-guard muscle slowly gave in to the lovely movement of Len's fingers. I could feel him pulling all his fingers out from the center to stretch my bunghole. I was grateful for everything he was doing because I could imagine that my sphincter muscle was relaxing and would be able to accommodate his girth.
A clattering sound came from the record player as a new album dropped into place. Soon the fabulous Bee Gees were singing "I've Got a Message for You" in their distinct Aussie accent. Len pulled two fingers out of me and laid a palm tenderly on my butt cheek. "My message for you is that I think you're ready, man. You want to give it a go?"
My mind returned to the reality of the situation after a long detour into the bliss of foreplay. I considered his question and decided I would never be any more ready. "Yes, I am."
"Wonderful. I think the best way is with me on my back so you can get above me and sit on it. That way you have complete control and can take it at whatever speed is comfortable." He slipped his other fingers out and I had a sort of sad, empty feeling.
We shifted so he could get in the center of the small bed on his back. He extended his legs out straight until his heels hung off the mattress. As I straddled his thighs, he handed me the bottle of lube. "Grease me up," he directed. I watched the emotions play out on his face as I grasped his long prong and squirted lube onto the crown. With my hand I smeared the lotion down the shaft as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open. I added some more lube for good measure and stroked him a couple of times to confirm he was rock hard, as I was, too, incidentally.
From under my pillow, Len drew out a very small, brown bottle I had never seen before. He twisted the cap off and motioned for me to lean toward him. I brought my head down toward him and smiled at him. He held the open bottle up to my face and said quietly, "Hold one side of your nose and breathe in some of this."
"Huh?" I asked rather stupidly.
"It's just poppers. It'll help you relax," he said.
Poppers? I'd never heard the term. I'm sure I looked completely out of it.
He looked at me for another moment. "Like this," he said quietly. He placed the bottle to one nostril while holding his other side closed. He took a deep sniff of the fumes coming from the bottle. Then he held it up again for me.
I mimicked his process and took a deep sniff. It was very strong and smelled a little like a locker room. About a second after I sniffed it, I felt my heart beat quicken and got very hot in my head, neck, and shoulders.
"Now," he said, "sit on me!"
There was nothing else to do to prepare, so I rose onto my knees and positioned my ass over his groin. With one hand I found my hole and with my other hand I brought his dickhead into contact with my body. Len watched me with an intensity I found unusual but comforting. In order to get my hole above his cock, I had to rise a bit higher on my knees. Fuck, he's long, I thought. Gripping his cock reminded me of its immense thickness, too. For a second my resolve vanished, but I knew I'd never forgive myself if I didn't try. So, I took a deep breath and found the right position to put his cockhead against my sphincter.
Len held the bottle out to me and I sniffed again. I felt the rush of blood to my head again and inexplicably wanted his cock like never before.
I think we both held our breath as I began to let my weight push against his cock. When it didn't immediately slide in, I had a momentarily vision of his dick snapping in two from my weight. Of course, that didn't happen. Instead, I pressed a bit harder and in an instant my sphincter was breached and my body sank down onto his cock. A sharp pain radiated outward from my asshole, through my butt, thighs, abdomen, and higher torso. I felt completely full and experienced a pain only describable as the slice of a knife through my guts in every direction simultaneously. I winced and cried out louder than I would have wanted. I took in a huge, noisy breath in a sort of agonized gasp.
"Push down!" Len ordered. I remembered he'd said to push like I was taking a crap, so I did, hoping I wouldn't actually shit on him. Unbelievably, the pain immediately tapered off, ending entirely half a second later.
I looked at the most beautiful man in the world through bugged-out eyes and smiled at the delicious pain-free fullness I felt. He smiled back, questioning me with a tilt of the head and raising of his eyebrows.
"Damn, Len!" I cried. "You feel like a fucking tree in my ass!"
His concern was obvious on his face. "Is it okay?"
"Shit, man, it's fantastic!" I slid down some more, my ass-lips swallowing a couple of additional inches of steelness into my warm wetness.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Jody, you feel so good!" he grinned and rested his hands on my knees. "Your ass is so tight! And warm!"
"Your dick is hot, too." I dropped lower. Each inch felt like a wedge pushing deeper into my flesh. Len was a perfect gentleman. He never pushed upward, allowing me to take his cock into my body in my own time and at my own pace. After a couple of minutes, I felt hairs tickling my ass. Another slight drop and I was sitting completely on him, his prick totally buried in me.
"You did it!" he giggled. "You took the whole thing on the first try! That's impressive!"
Although I wasn't in pain at that point, I still had a sensation of splitting apart from the massive pole that stood up from him and stuck right into me. I had a very unusual sense of accomplishment not unlike learning to multiply and divide or handle a bat.
"I'm proud of you, Jody!" Len gushed. "No virgin guy or gal has ever taken me as easily as you did."
I grinned at him, feeling great pride in my ability to accept his dick. Our eyes were locked in an intense, intimate connection unlike we'd had before. He was inside my body! This wonderful, manly man was connected to me in the closest way possible. I knew in a second I'd always been separate from every person in my life, but not now. For these few minutes we really were one. I knew I could never share this thought with Len, but I could feel it for as long as he was inside me. I could see his heart through our locked eyes. He was caught unexpectedly, not understanding I would be able to read his heart through this dick-ass connection. I knew he loved me more deeply than he realized. I knew he needed me in his life as much as I needed him in mine. I knew there was a fundamental change in our relationship that could never be undone or even ignored. He wasn't making a commitment to me; I knew that. But we would forever be linked closely, intimately. The emotions were so unexpectedly strong, I would have fallen over onto the floor had I not been impaled on a nine-inch steel girder.
As I groped for the correct way to describe my emotions, the Bee Gees began singing "Words." How had Len been able to select such perfect music? "Let's start a brand-new story," they sang. Yes, it felt like a brand-new relationship Len and I had opened along with my asshole.
The physical feelings were as sensational as the emotional feelings and I wanted to feel a lot more, so I began to rise off his groin, allowing his fat prick to slide out of my love-hole. I rose several inches but didn't get near the point of losing Len's dick from my ass. Slowly I slid back down, back up, back down. I would groan a long "Ooooh!" as Len's cock drove deeper into me and I would grunt when my cheeks settled on his body beneath me. He moaned frequently and gasped as I took him all the way inside. As I fucked myself on his awesome cock, we maintained eye contact that seemed to build a stronger physical, psychological, and emotional connection with every nine-inch jab.
With the pain now gone, I experienced a level of sexual desire that eclipsed any previous time in my life. With each breath I drew, I only cared about that exact second in my life. Nothing from the past or the future was of any interest when I had Len's granite love-pole waking me up to a part of life I'd never known or anticipated before. As all that cockmeat slid into me, it massaged my prostate, inducing sensory input that overwhelmed all my brain-space. When that cockmeat slid back out of me, it massaged my hypersensitive prostate with pressures applied in a different way. I'd have gladly spent the next 40 years riding that dick!
My cock drooled an almost continuous flow of juices from my body. A string of white cream hung from my piss slit and flapped around as my dick moved with my anal adventure. Usually, as my ass settled briefly on Len's thighs, the string would connect with his belly and stick for a second or so. Then as I rose from the seated position, the string of goo would stretch for a second before snapping so the pre-cum left hanging would bounce and flip as it elongated to repeat this process. With each pop of a string, the glob of stuff adhering to Len's skin would be a bit larger.
As I watched my lover's flawless face, his breathing slowly grew more ragged and his face became more flushed. Several minutes after I'd sacrificed my virginity on the altar of his pole, he reached out to touch me on my hips. "Stop!" he commanded. "I don't want to cum yet."
As much as I longed to feel him pop deep inside me and to receive his love-deposit in my innards, I was not ready for this union to end either. So, I sat all the way down on him and tried not to move, which was difficult because my asshole seemed to want to caress its visitor. I spasmed a bit and Len cringed. Then I was still.
Those crazy Bee Gees warbled "I Started a Joke," which seemed rather funny at that exact moment. I came back from my fuck-trance long enough to giggle.
"Don't move!" Len yelled urgently.
I held very still. "Sorry, Len."
Len took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to allow his body to retreat from the inevitability of orgasm. After a few moments, he asked, "Want to try another position?"
I liked this position a lot but realized I might also like other positions. "Sure," I said.
He smiled. "Okay. Let's put you on your knees again like before and I'll enter you from behind."
As I pulled all the way off of the fabulous dick, there was an audible popping sound and suddenly I felt strangely empty. I was amazed at how quickly having a big dick in my ass had become natural to me. We shifted around and within a few seconds, Len placed the poppers against my nostril again. I sniffed and his cockhead pressed against my sphincter, which resisted for only a couple of seconds before relaxing so Len could drive all the way into me. For a moment I burned at one end from the poppers and at the other end from the pecker!
"Fu-uck!" I cried as the shaft filled my hole.
Without delay, Len grasped my hips and began thrusting slowly and powerfully. A clatter from the turn-table led to the Temptations, those gods of sex music, singing "I Could Never Love Another (After Loving You)." I had mixed feelings about the message of this song, wanting to always have my lovely fuck-machine Len in my life, but also leaving room for others.
The sensations Len created were intense and soon my body was twitching as he pounded against my butt on each plunge into me. As if I was observing the whole thing, I heard myself gasping and whimpering as Len grunted from his exertion as he slammed his body into mine. The little bed shook from all the activity and my cock throbbed and drooled a pool of pre-cum onto my sheets. After a few minutes, Len's hands slid up along my sides until he grasped my armpits. He reared back, pulling me up from my hands so my weight was carried by his massive arms and my knees. I was forced to arch my back so my asshole remained more or less parallel to the mattress while my shoulders came into an almost-vertical orientation. He hugged me to his chest while one of his hands rested on my abs at the waist and the other cupped my pec. His mouth found my neck and he began to suck my tender skin. Meanwhile, he never stopped pounding into my ass with his thick stiffy.
"Oh," I wailed. "Yes, Len!" He pounded me. My cock throbbed. He sucked my neck. My prostate was taking a beating.
"Mmmm!" he murmured against my neck.
"Oh, yes!" I screamed. "Fu-u-uck me!"
And he pounded with even more power. If he hadn't been clasping me so hard and holding me against his own body, the force of his plunges would have thrown me off the bed and into my desk. We were both sweating like race horses. That was two ways he reminded me of a stallion! My mind was completely blown by the force of his thrusts and by the power of the sensations burning up my nerve passages. My cock was drooling constantly now and my breathing was as rapid as if I were breaking the 4-minute mile. I felt Len's breath on my neck and his heart thumping my shoulder blade with every powerful beat. Time was suspended. Life was Len's cock racing in and out of me like a high-speed piston; it was his lips, tongue, and teeth feeding on my neck like a vampire; it was his heart jackhammering my shoulder blade. In those moments, I did not exist separate from this beautiful man who was making me thoroughly his, possessing my body in a new and deeper way than ever before. How long he fucked me in this amazing way I could not say. However long it was, I wished it lasted longer. When he could no longer hold back the inevitable, his cock swelled within me. My straining asshole had no choice but to give even more space, to relax and stretch as a now-fatter piston pounded it at lightning speed. Even as his arms tightened around my torso, Len released his oral grip on my neck so he could gasp repeatedly for air. I reached down and took my cock into my hand, squeezing it, pulling it. Len pulled back and slammed forward. Len pounded my ass. I gasped. Distracted from masturbating, I dropped my cock.
Cock drool. Throb. Pound. Synapses melting. Balls retracting. Stroke. Pound. Cockheads puffed and purple. Gasp. Pound. Stroke. Scream. Firing pins snapped off. Pound and hold. Screams. Fire racing through cocks. Screams. Blasts of cum onto my desk, into my asshole, cauterizing my hole, onto my pillow, filling me completely, onto my sheets. Into my soul!
As he held me from behind in a death grip, I fell against him with no muscle strength to hold myself upright any longer. No orgasm in my short life had approached this level of intensity and meaning. Never before had I shot without trying, without stroking. I had been so focused on the exquisite feelings deep in my hole that I was shocked by my orgasm. I was so aware of what Len's cock was doing that I had forgotten about mine, but in that instant, it demanded my attention like never before. United as we were, when Len's strength ebbed and he fell forward, his weight pressing behind me pushed me forward and we fell over onto the bed, my face plopping into my scummy pillow, forced by Len's 200 pounds into a splayed position with his chest clasped against my back, cock still buried nine inches deep in my spasming flesh. We lay together, each of us sucking giant gulps of air as our hearts approached the speed at which a race horse's heart explodes. Although he was not moving, Len's body pounded me into the mattress from his heartbeat. Sweat was everywhere, mixing with the cum on the mattress underneath me to create a very slick mess.
When my consciousness returned, the Temps were singing "I Wish It Would Rain," which caused me to chuckle.
"Why are you laughing?" Len asked raggedly.
"The Temptations are wishing it would rain and we just had cum raining down all over the place."
Len chuckled then. "Yes, we did." He kissed that tender spot on my neck. "You had a massive orgasm, didn't you?"
"Fuck, yeah! I wasn't expecting it, so it really surprised me."
"You didn't jack yourself off?"
"For a couple of minutes. Then I just forgot to keep on."
"Wow!" Len nuzzled me. "So, you came from the movement of my cock inside you?"
"Hmm. I guess I did."
"Do you know what that shows, Jody?"
"That you are one terrific fuck!"
He laughed. "Maybe it does show that. But what I was getting at is that cumming while you're getting fucked shows that you're a natural receiver."
I turned to face him as much as I could in that position. "After the first three or four seconds, it actually did feel natural," I said.
"That's wonderful, babe," he said as he kissed my neck again.
Did he realized he'd called me "babe"?
"I love having your dick in me, Len. It feels so very good!"
"That's very, very good," he said as he chuckled, "because it's going to be inside you at least twice every single day from now on." He pulled his cock back an inch and then pushed it in quickly, effectively goosing my innards with it. "How do you feel about that?"
"Only twice?" I whined.
He laughed heartily, making his half-hard cock wiggle around in the warm slushy cocktail containing my ass juices and his cum.
"Fuck me again," I begged. "Now, please."
"You're a demanding bitch all of a sudden," he teased, "but if you blow me for a couple of minutes I think I can reward you with another pounding."
We shifted around so I could suckle his cock back into hardness (after we'd wiped the lube off with a washcloth). When he was ready, he lifted my legs over me and stuffed his regenerated and freshly lubed cock into my quivering hole. During the next half hour or so, Len porked me good with Marvin Gaye singing all around us. As we enjoyed sex at its very best, Marvin sang "You," "Chained," and "I Heard it Through the Grapevine." As our moans and groans reached the screaming and crying stage, Marvin sang "Some Kind of Wonderful," another perfect song for the moment. I felt on the verge of cumming for a couple of minutes, gasping for breath as my cock drooled nonstop. Len took my cock into his hand, cupping it, squeezing it, giving it attention as he had never done before. When he leaned down and put his lips on mine, I went over the top. "Fu-uck!" I screamed into Len's mouth as the cum shot through my urethra. He pulled away so I could breathe. "Oh God! Fuck! Holy fuck!" I blasted shot after shot of cum onto Len's neck and upper torso, which was soon dripping down onto my chest and abs. While I came, Len timed his thrusts to my cumshots, which seemed to enhance the strength of my bodily response. But Len held off his own ejaculation and resumed pounding me after I'd obviously finished cumming. Five minutes later he blasted my insides again. I enjoyed remaining in this completely receptive mode after my own orgasm because I got to experience his separately and more intensely this time. We lay there a couple of minutes with his quickly-drooping cock still inside me while we caught our breath.
When we finally disconnected our sex places, he rolled onto the edge of the bed briefly before saying, "Another shower is in order."
As I walked into the bathroom, Len held the used washcloth against my ass to catch the cum that was running out of my ass in a constant flow. We showered together tenderly and quietly as we came back down to earth after our two-hour high.
Len fucked me gently the next morning until he flooded my bowels with a warm load of semen. This time I did not get an orgasm, but I didn't care because the joy of giving Len such satisfaction was quite enough for me.
As I got our mugs of coffee, Micky walked up behind me silently, startling me by putting his arms around me in much the same way as Len had held me from behind during our first fuck. He pressed a very nice erection against my butt, crushing me against the counter with his body.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"Showing you how happy I am to see you."
"Um!" He humped me as his hands circled around on my abdomen. "You guys kept me awake for hours last night and then woke me this morning with your, uh, noise."
Oh, my God! He'd heard us! But, of course. He was sleeping near our door on the sofa. Fuck! My whole body stiffened as I realized the importance of what he now knew.
"Relax, Jody! I'm not offended and I sure as hell won't tell somebody else."
"Uh, thanks," I muttered as I twisted out of his embrace and dashed back to our room.
When I told Len what Micky had said, he grinned. "They knew we were working up to me fucking you."
"Wha-at?" I was appalled. "How could you tell them that?"
"Oh, Jody, they've been in on it since last summer when you came to the baseball tryouts."
How could that be? "They weren't even here."
"No, they weren't."
I was offended and hurt that he would share our intimate secrets with anyone else. "You asshole!" I shouted.
"Wait, wait," he said quietly. "Let me explain. Please."
I thought about walking out, but that wouldn't really solve anything. Talking about it seemed the right thing to do. I grimaced at him but gestured that he had the floor.
"Thanks, Jody!" he said with obvious relief. "You remember I told you about my roommate last year, Ron?"
I nodded.
"Well, he was a very open gay guy on the baseball team, coincidentally a shortstop. So, from almost the first day last year, I fucked him every day and night. He wanted it so much that he also wanted Micky and Louis to fuck him daily. We were a bunch of horny teen-agers. We weren't going to say no. Well, Ron neglected to go to class a lot, so he wound up flunking out of the university at the end of the year. But, we didn't find out until right after the tryout weekend. Since you and I had connected that weekend and I thought you were a natural gay guy, I arranged to get you assigned to be my roommate. That's been good, right?"
I had to admit it had been wonderful. "So far," I said, not wanting to let him off the hook completely just yet.
"Very good, I'd say. Anyhow, I told Micky and Louis about you and they were very excited to get you into our little family. They've been really nice to you, haven't they?"
"Of course. I like them both very much."
"I thought so. Anyway, we agreed that I would help you find your own sexuality and, if you liked mano-a-mano sex like I thought you would, then we would introduce them into our sexual relationship."
"Don't I have any say in the matter?"
"Oh, Jody, of course you do! I've never pushed you to do something you didn't want to do, have I?" His face conveyed nothing but sincerity.
He really hadn't coerced me. He had encouraged me a lot, but what we'd done had always been my choice. "No," I said after reflecting. "You haven't forced me."
"And I never will," he promised. "If you don't want to be with Micky or Louis that way, we'll all respect your choice. And, trust me, they will not force themselves on you without paying a very big price." I could tell it was not an idle threat.
I gave him a small grin. "Actually, I think they are both hot, hot, hot!" I said. Then I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
Len grabbed me into his arms and hugged me tightly. "Honestly, Jody, I like you a lot, a whole lot! You're a great guy and I love being around you, no matter what we're doing."
"I like being with you also," I assured him. "I do understand why you talked with them about us, but, please don't talk to anyone else, okay?"
"Um."
I couldn't believe it. "You've told other people?"
He hung his head.
"Who?"
"Just my friends Blake, Phil, and Hal. They're brothers."
"Shit, Len!" I said, distressed.
"It's all okay, Jody, I promise. They are on the baseball team and they were friends of Ron's, too. Well, Blake and Phil were. Anyhow, they saw you at tryouts and thought you had good potential, too."
"I remember them. They're also very attractive."
He smiled. "They want to invite us to their apartment for a small party when you're ready."
I knew I should be mad, but I couldn't help but feel grateful that Len was setting me up with so many hot, sexy, and presumably sexually-adventurous guys. Finally, I nodded. "That will be fun," I grinned.
"One thing, buddy."
"Yes?"
"I want you to learn to cum just from your prostate."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to cum just from the rubbing of dick on your prostate, without touching your dick."
I thought about that for a moment. "Is that even possible?"
"Oh, it is; it sort of happened to you last night, right?"
I thought back to that amazing first orgasm when Len was pounding my ass. "I guess it did," I grinned.
"According to Ron, it's awesome."
"I can't disagree."
"So," Len said, "beginning right now, I don't want you to jack off at all."
"When you're inside me?"
"Then and any time. Don't beat off. Let your body reach a higher state of need to cum. Then when your prostate is getting well-massaged, you'll have another experience that is better than any you have had before."
"How long will it take?"
"Not too long, I'd say." He looked at me a trifle sternly. "So, do you promise? No beating off?"
"Okay, I'll try it. No beating off."
"Excellent!"