San Diego, Fall 2001
I guess you’re wondering when I lost my cherry.
Summer went by too quickly. I had enjoyed a fantastic couple of months sowing my oats and discovering what mansex was all about. I ended up fucking Kevin once more, and it was very hot to experience fucking him in the doggie position as I greased up, bent him face down, nudged his legs apart, and sunk my rudder home into his butch Navy guts.
But after Dad came home in August, Kev and I had to cool things in our arrangement. I did manage to sneak away for a quickie blowjob, but that was it.
Don’t think I didn’t consider what it’d be like to get fucked. I watched porn and was especially drawn to videos of young, jock-y guys getting nailed. I had a favorite video, a military porn scene in which a young, clean-cut, jock soldier gets roughly plowed by his mature, bigger and hairier sergeant. When I watch porn, there’s often one part that I call the trigger moment. It can be a small thing: a word uttered, a particular angle on a guy, or an action in the men’s coupling. For this one, seeing the moment of the young soldier realizing he was going to have his orgasm, his hard spike spurting precum while getting fucked, would usually trip me over the finish line and empty another heavy load all over my heaving chest and abs.
Alone in my room, when I wasn’t stroking to porn, I’d masturbate to whatever fantasy filled my head, whatever imaginary man who wedged himself between my jock thighs and thrust into me. A lot of guys starred as my fantasy fucker. I’d lift my legs and let my left hand drift downward, past my heavy balls, past the light dusting of blond hair along my perineum, to circle around my clam-tight, virgin rosebud. I’d tease and tease till finally one afternoon I got up the courage to slick my finger up with lube and breach my hole.
My experiments grew. I’d rummage through drawers and raid the fridge. I tried a carrot first, smeared with Crisco. It was tough squeezing in past my sphincter, but eventually I did. The first time it just hurt. The second time I was able to relax by thinking of Coach Weir and the bulge in his shorts. Before I knew it, I’d worked half the carrot up my butt. The third time, I hit my prostate just right and now knew what the big deal was. Quickly I shot a powerful load drenching me from chin to stomach. Eventually, I settled on the tool that sent me off best – one of Dad’s longneck beer bottles, which I rinsed out thoroughly and coated in Vaseline. I felt like a perverted fuck for diddling myself with inanimate objects, but it felt too good to give up. Besides, I was curious as hell now.
I turned 18 in August and my body was really starting to come into its own, taking on the mass and definition of a collegiate baseball player. Coach Weir had me cross-training with both the football team and wrestling squad. I didn’t play either sport, but the jogging, lifting and drills kept me solid and conditioned for the off season.
It was cool to be 18, but it brought a strong desire for independence, especially now that Dad was back in Norfolk. Paul hadn’t been the strictest of guardians, and I now bristled every time Dad wanted to know where I’d be or when I’d get home. It was just me living in the house with Dad now. Paul had moved out onto his own, Matt was in his second year at the Naval Academy, and John had stayed in Chicago after college and was now working at a finance job and getting his MBA part time.
And I felt like I had to hide myself more as well, to suppress the gay thing. I missed the regular sex and exploring that part of myself. I think I started to resent Dad a little for my own inability to come out to him, or to anyone really. Not logical, I know, but I was a teenager and dealing with a lot of pent up emotions muddied with sexual frustration. I know I was moody and hard to live with. Dad would often tell me so, giving me that Navy officer look, telling me to cool it.
At least there was baseball. My senior year was just starting, and everything was going my way. The local newspaper, The Virginian-Pilot, ran an off-season preview profile on our team, showcasing me as a star player. It was cool, but my real concerns had been getting my game better, putting on muscle, and getting into a good college program.
I was feeling real stress about college, too. For the last couple of years, I had been navigating the NCAA recruiting process. Fortunately Dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Mike, was an ex-pro, second baseman for the Twins and the A’s in the 80s. He had been a mentor throughout my teen years, along with Coach W, giving me advice about the process.
I wasn’t the kind of superstar to be drafted as a pro right out of high school, but I was a really good player and had reasonable hopes for being on a very well-ranked Division I college team. Already I was in discussion with recruiters, and I had two official visits lined up at the University of Virginia and at Clemson, as well as the possibility of unofficial visits at North Carolina and the University of California San Diego. Dad planned to take me on UVA, UNC, and Clemson visits. I could drive myself, certainly, but he wanted to be involved, and I was glad for his support and advice.
UC-San Diego seemed like a long shot for a visit, and I suspected the travel cost might be one reason for the lack of an official visit offer. But Dad said he’d use his miles to buy my ticket out there.
“You can stay with Jack,” he said. His good friend, USN LT Jack Grant, was recently stationed out of Naval Base San Diego, and lived alone in an off-base apartment with a spare bedroom. It was generous of Dad, and I think he sensed I could use some time out of the house. Hell, maybe he wanted some alone time, too.
“Sure,” I replied. I was excited by the prospect of seeing my gay high school buddy Pete again. So after Dad made the arrangements for me to go before Labor Day weekend, I called Pete Miller and told him I’d be in San Diego for a few days. The excitement in his voice made me feel good, and while I knew it wasn’t likely we’d be able to hook up, I looked forward to seeing my friend again.
I missed a day of school, flying out after class on a Thursday. Even with the time change, it was almost 10 p.m. before I landed at San Diego International. Dad said Jack would meet me at the airport. I don’t know exactly what I was expecting out of a weekend spent with Dad’s Navy work friend. But, fuck! When LT Jack Grant greeted me in the arrivals area, my heart pounded, my stomach knotted up, and my dick twitched.
I’d forgotten what a gorgeous specimen of Navy-conditioned, masculinity the man was. I’d seen Jack plenty growing up, and he was still the same Jack. But now, I saw him in a whole different light. I saw him as a sexual being for the first time – 6′ tall, his youthful, handsome mid-30s looks were offset by a deep tan, with the hint of crow’s feet around his golden-green flecked, hazel eyes. He had a silvery, sun-dyed pall of styled, gelled hair, buzzed down the sides and back of his blond head. The cascading mounds of lean beef were evident. He must have packed 195 pounds of hard flesh onto his frame. I was used to seeing him in his service uniform, but now he wore khaki shorts, sneakers, and a snug pale-colored T-shirt. He was like an older version of Kevin’s muscular fitness.
I was entranced as I watched his body shift when he saw me, his shirt showcasing his square pecs and broad shoulders, straining as it tired to stretch around his flexing biceps as he watched me step towards him.
“Jim! Great to see you, guy!” Jack beamed as his powerful arms clasped me in a tight hug that sent my insides into knots. Fuck, he even smelled wonderful. How was I gonna get through this weekend?
“You too, Sir,” I said, my instinctive politeness kicking in as Jack clasped my shoulder.
“It’s Jack this weekend, you can drop the Sir,” he chuckled.
“All right,” I agreed as he let me go and offered to take my bag.
As he drove me in his Jeep back to his apartment, he asked me a thousand questions. Cruising down Interstate 8, I caught Jack up on school, my interest in a baseball career and my college plans. He knew a lot about my life, and I said as much.
“How’s it feel to be 18?” he asked. I guess Dad had told him of my recent birthday.
“Normal, I guess.” I shrugged. “Still in school, though.”
“Heard it was just you and the Captain at the party.”
I told him it was a small affair, just a cake Dad had picked up at the base commissary, a few gifts my brothers had mailed in earlier that week along with a big cash gift from Dad, nothing major. “You get used to not having much of a party when your birthday’s in August,” I said.
There was a spot of silence as I looked around Jack’s Jeep. Clean front seats but the back was full of books, an open gym bag and his hanging Navy summer whites just from the front of the cleaners.
“Jack, I realize I don’t even know what you do here in San Diego. Dad doesn’t usually talk Navy with me, ya know.”
It turns out Jack had recently been promoted to lieutenant commander – LCDR Jack Grant – I felt dumb for not knowing the news and overlooking the insignia on his hanging uniform. I made some apology to the effect.
“Don’t worry, Jim. When you get to be my age, you’ll have friends that follow what your kids are doing and you’ll be talking about theirs…. Don’t forget that your Dad and I talk every couple of weeks…. Slugger,” he winked at me. I wouldn’t say that Dad’s nickname for me was a secret, but it was something special between us, that only those close to the family would know.
Jack’s place was pretty nice – basic, spartan, and masculine in its decoration. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but I gathered housing was always hard to find in San Diego, even for a high-ranking officer.
We passed by the kitchen table, where Jack slid a newspaper clipping toward me. That profile in The Virginian-Pilot. “Congratulations, Jim,” Jack winked.
I was embarrassed that Dad made such a deal of it, but I was flattered that Jack knew, too.
He showed me to the barren guest room where I set down my bag next to the lone bed and a small table with a set of towels he had laid out for me.
We sat in the living room, facing each other on the loveseat couch as I told him about my plans for the campus visit. He apologized for not being able to accompany me, since he had to work. Being a newly promoted lieutenant commander had him busting his balls in his new position. I reassured him I was fine going on my own.
I tried to fight the jet lag, but I was starting to fade. It was after 1:30 a.m. back home in Norfolk. “Feeling tired?” he asked as he watched me yawn.
I nodded.
“You got a long day tomorrow, and I gotta get up early for work, too.” He had to be on base for PT and morning Reveille at 0630.
We stood up and he gave me a good night hug, another chance to feel his beefy arms around me as I held his wide back. “Got everything you need?” he asked.
“Yessir,” I replied sleepily.
He patted my shoulder then followed me to the door of the guest room, watching me settle in before heading to his room.
“Well, sleep well, Jim. See you bright and early”
******
Early the next morning, Jack dropped me off at the UC San Diego campus on his way to base in his Navy-issued PT shirt and shorts. His workout attire only highlighted his military physique, and it was still hard not to feel knots in my groin. Dropping me off, he grinned at me from behind his shades and the wheel, promising he’d be back to pick me up. I promised to be here at 4:30 sharp.
I had a pretty full day. Meetings with the coaches, a campus tour, lunch with a couple of the players, a workout with the strength coach, and sitting in on a class. It was a scaled-down version of the official visits I’d have in store in a few weeks.
I tried to figure out if UCSD was the right “fit” for me, as my guidance counselor would say. I wasn’t sure what I should be shopping for, but I enjoyed wandering around, absorbing the West Coast college vibe. Of course, the weather was amazing. Sunny, gorgeous, no humidity. I half thought I should go here for school just to be in San Diego.
Jack picked me back up at the appointed hour. This time he was dressed in his clean, short sleeve, summer whites with his combination white cap, looking really fucking good and filling out his uniform perfectly, his furry blond forearms and rounded guns out for inspection.
“Mind if we order dinner in, Jim?” Jack asked me as we got back to his place. “It’s been a busy afternoon… Besides, I thought we could watch the Padres game.” Neither of the teams playing were ones I rooted for, but he didn’t have to twist my arm to stay in and watch baseball.
Slipping out of his uniform, Jack ordered Thai takeout, which he and I ended up eating on the loveseat couch in front of the TV.
“Happy birthday, Jim. Don’t tell your Dad,” Jack said as he plopped an ice-cold beer bottle down in front of me. It wasn’t my first beer, by a long shot, but it was the tastiest. It felt just right, sitting there watching the ballgame with this man. We shot the shit about life, my career path, his time in college and then the service, dating. It was like despite our age difference and the fact he was my dad’s friend, despite his rank, it boiled down to just two guys speaking the international language of beer and sports. Jack made me feel grown up, like a normal guy.
Normal, that is, in every way but one. I desired him. Bad. The alcohol loosened me up a bit, and I found myself staring, fixated on Lieutenant Commander Jack Grant. Out of uniform he was lounging barefoot in just a well-worn, tightly stretched T-shirt from some San Diego charity run. Around his tight waist he had on a flimsy pair of athletic shorts. And I knew immediately that he was going commando. Our legs touched often as we sat side by side on the loveseat. How I wished I hadn’t been wearing jeans so I could feel the downy blond hair that ran down the striated muscle of his conditioned thighs. Occasionally, I took the opportunity to pat his bare leg or give a slight punch to his meaty arm, as he was doing to me. With him, it seemed innocent. With me, it was an excuse to touch this marvelous piece of God-forged flesh next to me. Sometimes Jack would pause and look into my eyes as if he were trying to read me. I played my best poker face and tried to act normal, all the while soaking in the firm lines of his face, his square jaw, his sun-bleached blond eyebrows, his hazel eyes, inviting lips, and over all, his Midwestern good looks.
“Glad you could make it up for a visit, Jim,” Jack said with a new huskiness in his voice.
“Well, thanks for putting me up, Sir.” I blushed as I realized he wanted me to call him by his first name, but he didn’t correct me.
“Anything for one of Bob’s boys.” I don’t think anyone but Jack called Dad, Bob, or was even allowed to.
By now, it was the 9th inning and two and a half beers into the game. We sat real close. Jack had his arms now splayed across the back of the loveseat.
“Man, you’ve grown up, Jim,” LCDR Grant muttered, his arm falling on my shoulder, his fingers caressing the longer hair on the nape of my neck, nudging under the collar of my ringer tee to feel my growing delts.
I looked up at him, our eyes meeting with a sudden spark. The “look.” He wanted me, too. The sound of the game faded to nothing as we inched forward. It wasn’t awkward or ill-timed. We just knew we wanted it. I tilted my chin as his hot, dry lips fastened to mine, hitching my breath as his tongue slipped into my waiting mouth. The flavor was masculine, his taste laced with beer. It was intense, but slow-burning. Jack Grant knew how to kiss. Sensual, deep, and demanding all at once. This was by far the best kiss I’d ever experienced. Part of it was wanting it so bad, worse than I’d ever, even that first time with Dan. But it was also his skill as his mouth pulled what he wanted from me. LCDR Grant knew what he was doing.
The floodgates crashed open as I reached over and clawed at every bit of Jack’s body my hand would reach. Jack’s arm pulled me closer to him as I gripped and teased the tight muscles through his shirt . I could feel every contour and ridge – the scratch of his chest hair rustled and the microscopic bumps radiating out from his nipples underneath. His fat, juicy nips hardening into eraser nub spikes under my touch. All the while Jack caressed my neck and shoulders and took command of my oral cavity with his talented tongue.
His mouth dislodged from mine and his wet lips and hot breath traveled along my neck and chin, kissing and licking at my skin. I turned my throat against his face as his hand worked under my ringer tee, feeling up my toned back. I think his lips reached my ear at the same time my hands dug into the waistband of his athletic shorts and grazed his erect and eager cock.
I shuddered, violently as I worked my fingers around Jack’s meaty length. Jack leaned back, his face only inches from mine as one hand reached up to cup my smooth cheek. The man looked me hard in the eye. Lust and emotion about to boil over.
“Damn,” he grunted from a turned-up corner of his thin-lipped mouth, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. “Your father would have my nuts strung up from his ship’s jackstaff if he knew.”
“He’s not gonna,” I croaked. My ballplaying fingers tightened their grip on his super hot shaft. The Lieutenant Commander wasn’t overly hung, but at that moment, his ramrod straight, six-inch, cut piece was a totem of manly perfection.
Jack replied with one of his upturned, crooked smiles.
We watched as I used the leverage of my arm to pry the elastic band down beneath his furry nuts, which I took a second to explore with my thick fingers. Then, as Jack raised his ass, I gripped the nylon fabric and shucked down his shorts, denuding the hunk from the waist down.
The vision was exquisite and everything I expected. Lush, blond curly hair everywhere, but not so much that it obscured the lines of Jack’s Navy-fit muscles or his beautiful bait and tackle. Before he could react I knelt down on the carpet between his spread legs and the shorts now pooled around his ankles.
“Jim! Maybe…” he said with quick hesitation.
Or maybe not. I quickly plopped the dew-moist, tapered head into my mouth and went to town. This is what I craved right then – to show this man respect. To make his dick feel terrific as fuck. So I sucked, I licked, I corkscrewed that perfect shaft down my throat to tickle my gullet, my gag reflex only flaring up every so often. Damn, I wanted him like nothing else. And Jack was the just right size for sucking, and I was able to swing a nice, comfortable pace there between his sculpted thighs, bobbing my head up and down eating that Officer dick.
Jack looked as if he lost all inhibition, hissing and groaning as he watched me work. His hands running through my longer blond hair, his fingers tangling in the gentle curls. My blue eyes telling him that this is what I wanted as the room filled with the wet sounds of my saliva around his shaft.
“I can’t believe this shit…” Jack exhaled, his fingers tracing my face as I watched his lips curl. “Bob McGrath’s boy sucking me off. Fuck!”
The smell emanating from his crotch, sweet and musky in a subtle way, egged me on, and I felt my throat constrict and undulate around his hardened, leaking member. Jack responded appreciatively, and his fingers were now digging into my neck and shoulders and as his wide hand spanned the hair on my head. I knew he was relaxing into the head job.
I watched his jaw and shoulders tense. But suddenly, he grasped my face in both hands and pulled me off. His prick, wet and shiny, pulsed heatedly in front of me. I caught my breath and savored the view. For an average-sized man, Jack Grant had large, round gonads hanging from his cockstalk. I went back down and gave those big nuts a swipe or two with my tongue.
“Ease up, Jim. I was about to blow.”
“I was hoping you would,” I replied, taking a long lick up the underside of his cock as I gripped his furry twitching thighs.
“Damn, little sailor, you’re an eager pup,” he teased, tousling my longer hair. “But I was thinking… wondering… if that load could go somewhere else.”
I stopped breathing momentarily and leaned back on my haunches. Jack looked at me expectantly, I could see his heart beating beneath his tight T-shirt that had ridden up just under his chest, his abs rippling as he fought down his orgasm.
“My ass?” I asked tentatively. I saw Jack’s prick jump at the word as I sat back. My cock throbbed uncomfortably in my jeans. I was turned on by the idea of getting fucked by Jack Grant, but it also sure as hell scared the shit out of me, too. This was no longer my bedroom fantasy, but real.
“Yah. You game?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, trying not to let my fear slip out.
“Jeez, Jim, you’re virgin aren’t ya? From that suck job you just gave, I wasn’t sure.”
“I’ve done that before. Even screwed a guy. Just never…” I trailed in my sentence, but my voice and body language told him the rest.
Jack seemed to be wrestling with his conscience, but as his eyes darted over my still clothed body, I could see lust was winning out. “I’m sure I’m gonna get a special place in hell for what I’m about to say, Jim. But damn. I’d love to break your ass in tonight.”
I didn’t reply, just stared at his cock, which bounced back and forth with the pulse of his heartbeat. The head was beet-red and sopping wet from my spit and his dick lube.
“I’ll go easy, I promise,” he said softly, pulling my chin up to look at him. “It may hurt a little, but nothing you can’t take, Jim. I know you, you’re ready for it. Damn, a guy who can kiss and suck cock like you is ready to go all the way. How bout it, bud?”
Realizing words weren’t enough to persuade me, he reached down, pulling me up off my knees and into his lap. He held my face in his hands and leaned forward to give me the most intense kiss possible. My hands circled around and rubbed against the blond bristles of his head and neck as we made out. Jack’s fingers dug into the back of my jeans, his hands soon cupping my smooth ass, his fingers so close. My head spun, my dick throbbed and my asshole twitched. He had me.
“All right,” I capitulated as I broke our kiss.
“Yeah?” he beamed like the Cheshire Cat. Guiding my hand from his neck to his cock, he led me in feeling up his slick shaft. “Feel how turned on I am by you, Jim? That’s for you. Because of you.”
“Really?”
“Man, you really don’t know how fucking hot you are. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
There, we tore at each other’s clothes. Jack raised his arms as I yanked his shirt over his head, messing the neat officer hairstyle he had maintained all day. He helped me out of my ringer tee and whistled as my mostly torso was bared. I had a light smattering of fine, blond hairs coming in on my once smooth chest, especially in the defined groove between my pecs and around my pink nipples, and a thicker, darkening amount circling my belly button and leading down in a treasure trail. At that moment I wished I was hairier, and older too. But Jack was certainly excited by the Jim McGrath in front of him. His eyes were voracious, drinking in my body as his hands gripped my torso, just above my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“You got a great bod, Jim,” he whispered in my ear between tongue fucks. He shoved his two beefy hands down into the back of my jeans and beneath my briefs, clasping my asscheeks in a two-handed powerful grip. I clung to his muscled frame as I gasped into his neck. His hands pried my cheeks apart – thick fingers now rubbing and teasing my hole with little circles.
“I can’t wait to rim that tight ass of yours,” he growled into my neck.
I pulled back and looked at him surprised. “I’ve never done that either,” I said nervously.
He just smiled. “Boy, you’re in for a treat,” he said. He gave me a soft kiss before
gently pushing me onto his king-sized bed.
“Turn over,” he ordered, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. I hesitated a second, then did as he said, rolling onto my stomach. I felt him shift behind me and his hands circled down to undo my belt and zipper. Roughly he yanked down my jeans and briefs, pulling them off my feet. I was now as naked as he was.
“Jim, my man, you got one perfect bubble butt on ya,” Jack said appreciatively as his hands roamed up my hamstrings and finally the full round surface of my bare cheeks. He kneaded my gluteal muscles, now developed into a formidable mass from all the squats, ball playing, and early morning runs I’d subjected them to. Jack’s forefingers and thumbs pushed down deep into the crevice as I spread my legs for him, feeling the cool air rush over my newly exposed hole .
“Fucking jackpot,” he whispered. I felt the bed shift as Jack lowered his body behind mine. I soon felt his hot breath on my backside, tickling the hairs crawling up between my ballsac and my hole. He was close now. “Here’s what a real rim job is, Jimmy boy.”
Defensively, I tensed up my glutes.
“Easy,” he reassured me, running his large hand along the small of my back. “Just relax.”
I did the best I could but still looked back over my shoulder. I watched uneasily as Jack knelt further between my legs, a cheek in each hand, not stopping or even hesitating, just pushing forward until his slight beak nose, then his chin, and finally his mouth buried themselves into my ass trench.
“Jesus!” I cried when I realized that in fact he was fucking licking my shithole! I’d heard the words “buttkisser” and “asslick” tossed around as insults, but up until then I’d never enjoyed watching guys do it in porn. It amazed me that anyone did it, much less willingly.
To say Jack was willing is an understatement, however. I said it before, but the man knew what the fuck he was doing. First, exploratory licks around the rim of my steel-tight pucker. Then soulful kissing. Next, gentle prodding of his oral muscle against my hole, teasing and fluttering. And nice, lapping strokes that drove me wild. His thumbs dug into my cleft, pulling at my skin, prying me apart, holding me open for his wide jaw to wedge deeper between my asscheeks. I lay there gripping his sheets as I hiked my ass into his face with every swipe of his tongue and surrendered to the most amazing feelings I’d experienced ever.
“Jack,” I cried as I pressed my cheek into the bed.
He paused and pulled back a hair. His hot breath tickled my now fluttering jock anus. “I take it you like that?”
“Gawd, yeah,” I grunted breathlessly.
“You taste so fucking good, Jim,” he said as he dove back in with tongue-filled kisses.
He went long and deep the next ten, fifteen minutes. Actually, I lost track of the time. I was awash in intense feelings in my ass and in my cock, which was rubbing against the bedsheet. I loved it all: how his day’s stubble rasped against the sensitive skin of my inner ass cheeks, how smooth his lips were, and how his wet tongue drilled expertly into my loosening hole.
Finally, just when I thought I was going to explode, Jack stopped, pulling away with a wet kiss. He eased up on his haunches and wiped the spittle off his gorgeous face.
“That’s what my buddies and I call a ‘Marine Salute’,” he joked.
No longer paralyzed, I shuffled my body on the bed, still on my stomach and still reeling from the lingering sensations between my asscheeks. “Jeez, feel free to ‘salute’ me all night, Lieutenant Commander.”
“With all due respect, I don’t think the midshipman’s ready for the full treatment just yet,” he winked. “I think that weapon of yours is liable to go off any second.”
“Yeah, I’m afraid I’m already making a mess of your sheets,” I twisted my body and pointed to my dripping cock. Living as a teenager made you paranoid about having semen stains on the sheets, though Dad had never discovered them or at least never said anything about them.
“Don’t worry, Jim, that’s part of the fun. But let me take care of that for you.”
Effortlessly he flipped me over onto my back then settled his head between my legs and licked my salty sap from the head of my cock. He gave my excited tool a couple of quick sucks then pulled back.
“There, buddy,” he smirked as he easily pushed my legs up. “Now you can drip all you want to.” His hands gripped me under my knees as he dove back down between my parted cheeks. This angle wasn’t quite as good, he couldn’t go as deep. But this way, I could watch the lower half of his face disappear between my spread thighs. His amber-like eyes twinkled as he looked up to now watch the expressions on my face.
Jack gave another intense but short tongue bath to my nether region then rose up with a departing lick. I lowered my legs as I watched him reach for a bottle of lube on the bedside. I stared up at him, glorious in his erection, as he dolloped the gel on his fingers. He hoisted up one of my legs, gently placing it on his shoulder as his slick index finger slid right into my chute
“Easy, buddy,” he cooed as my hole sucked at his finger. I was horny and relaxed, and Jack sank right into the third knuckle. “Ooh yeah, this butt wants to be bred.”
Then came another finger. It was like before, alone in my bedroom, when I’d experimented. My ass welcomed the invaders, then clenched, then relaxed. Jack grunted in horniness and I responded, hiking my ass up into his commanding hand.
“Jesus, that feels good, Jack,” I moaned.
“How about this?” the Lieutenant Commander asked as a third long finger sank in next to the other two. I grunted. Wow. I felt full now. Not too uncomfortable, but definitely stuffed. When I adjusted, he started frigging my hole with his expert digits, digging into the silky lining of my rectum and tantalizing my excited nerves. He touched something deep inside, and I felt an instant flash of numbing pleasure. I wanted it again. Wantonly, I spread my muscled, jock legs wider and pushed up. His fingers penetrated a hair deeper. Jack laughed and started jackhammering my inner passage to work me up.
“I take that as a yes?”
“Gawd, Jack, what are you doing?”
“That’s your buttnut. Time to pull out the big artillery, Jim.”
With that he removed his fingers, my ass instantly felt empty, but Jack stepped up to position, gripping my one leg up by the ankle. He watched his spike-hard cock nudge at my lubricated gate, which suddenly clenched in apprehension.
Thankfully, Jack didn’t give it time to clamp shut, he pushed right in, ‘til he’d breached the tightness and wedged his dickhead into the warmth wetness of my guts.
I gave a loud “oof” and sucked in a deep breath. He let go of my leg, letting me wrap both around his waist as he lowered his furry, muscled upper body down over mine. His powerful arms flexed, settling on either side of my head.
“There… easy Jim… I’m not gonna rush ya. I’m already past the gates, boy. It’s smooth sailing from there… Gonna sink slowly in, just like you want, Jim,” he said, his face just above mine, watching for any discomfort.
Indeed, as he talked his slickened prick slowly entered me, like a knife through soft butter. It stretched me, but felt good, like a slow steady filling up from the inside. I ran my hands up his flexed obliques and latched onto his hard lat muscle. The hardness turned me on. Fuck, everything about this man turned me on. I was glad our position allowed me to look into this face, those eyes. His expression of determination and lust turned something inside of me, I don’t know what, and made me just want to get fucked. To take him all the way.
It wasn’t merely psychological. No longer meeting resistance, Jack’s beautiful prick pushed home, and I felt the hardness of his pubis press up against my backside – his curly blond pubes crushing into my taint and his heavy ballsack tapping my ass.
“I’m in, Slugger. You got your Officer buried all the way in ya now. How does it feel to be deflowered?”
“Oh, Jack, you feel so good,” I moaned. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he withdrew a couple of inches and thrust back in. My eyes rolled back and I saw stars of pleasure, volts that flashed through my body, as I clawed at the muscles of his back. So this was what getting fucked meant! I’d seen Kevin take it so gleefully and, while grateful for a piece of ass, I didn’t fully understand. Now I did.
My personal Navy Officer read my emotions perfectly and thrust in again. And again. It was like he knew what I could take and when I was ready to take it. Slowly and deliberately at first, we slowly built up speed. Jack fucked and I bucked, ‘til we were rutting our brains out, his pelvis slapping my ass with sweet force. Then he stopped to a standstill and started all over again with long, slow strokes as he swooped down to kiss me, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths. If the hard fucking felt fantastic, the deep treatment was out of this world.
Jack worked me like that, varying pace, even varying his stroke technique from gentle caress, to straight-on shafting, to side-to-side, to corkscrew, to nuts-to-butt pounding. Each one drove me higher.
I moaned his name incoherently, suddenly feeling that tingle that made my toes curl, that familiar sensation of impending climax as I could feel my balls begin to tighten.
“Jack, I’m so close,” I pleaded, amazement in my voice at the realization that I was at the edge without touching my cock.
“Fuck yeah, Jim, let me fuck it out of you,” he grunted. My Navy Officer angled his hips again, punching my buttnut with perfect Naval precision. I let out a cry as the pleasure became too much. My fingers curled into his vascular bicep muscle, my legs tightened around his waist, and my cock rose up 30 degrees and spewed its stuff all over me in long pearly ropes. I cried through clenched teeth at the intensity. I didn’t even know a hands-free orgasm was possible, but there I was shooting my jock-juice shrapnel everywhere, coating my ripped torso and meaty pecs with the stuff.
He wasn’t far behind. I felt my hole choke his cock in time with each spurt as Jack quickly sat up, roughly grabbed my thighs, and bucked in and out of my orgasming hole.
“Holy tight fuck! Dicking Jim fuckin’ McGrath. Gonna spoil that virgin butt. Oh shit, here it comes, stud, can’t fucking hold back!”
Jack gave me a few final thrusts, and I saw his face and every beautiful, hairy muscle of his body tense. His jaw open but his face tight as his breath hitched. I could feel his cock swell in me as warm cascades of man lava filled my guts. We stared into each other’s eyes, as the room filled with the sound of heavy breaths and low grunts. I never before felt so connected to another person as that moment when Jack Grant knelt above me, between my spread legs, and held still, grunting and sperming his hunky officer load into me.
He bent forward again to give a long, wet and breath-filled kiss and we rolled around – me, untangling my legs, him, easing his softening prick from my now used hole. I felt empty and slightly sore, but mostly happy.
“Happy belated birthday, Jim,” Jack winked, before I smiled and pulled him down for one more kiss.
*****
When I woke the next morning I was still there in Jack’s bed as he stood above me, toweling off from his shower.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and smiled at him with my bedroom eyes. I was still on cloud nine from losing my cherry, and Jack’s half-naked body was a beautiful sight.
Damn, he’s one gorgeous stud, I thought, but I barely registered anything before he hopped up in bed and swung his beefy officer bod around to face my feet. I looked up as he removed the towel from his waist. Two, dew-moist melons of naval ass muscle jutted out above my head. He lowered his behind slowly.
“Whaddya say, Jim? Want to give it a try? You don’t have to, just…”
My nimble jock hands on his furry butt shut him up. I leaned up and kissed the right cheek, then the left. Then again. He bucked back gently, and I marveled how a man could be this hot. There was only one man in my mind that topped Jack Grant in sheer perfection, and that was USN CAPT Robert McGrath, my own father.
Rapidly I shut the thought out of my mind. Instead, sex called. I nuzzled my face into the clean, wet trench and held still. It was time. Nervously my tongue shot forth, almost on its own will. The second it connected with his sphincter, it was like, “Oh yeah!” I was home. This was the epitome of mansex, and I felt my cock surge as I gave way and started rimming Jack like there was no tomorrow. I’m sure I didn’t have his technique, but I’m pretty sure I matched his enthusiasm.
Jack responded by hoisting his frame into prime position, spreading his knees and pushing his ass back, ready to royally get eaten out. I obliged.
“Yeah, Slugger’s an ass man, all right,” he growled. “Lick that Officer hole.”
I heard the squirt of the lube bottle then felt a slick hand circle my hot prick. It jacked up and down my 8-inch length, as I drove my tongue in and out, and around Jack’s flexing, furred hole. The sensations were too much, and soon I was bucking into his fist. I gripped Jack’s hips, holding his chute to my lips. I groaned into him as I felt the orgasm coursing through me, from my balls up the stalk of my shaft and finally exploding out.
“Fuck, Jim.” His growl was soft but urgent.
The man rose up and turned around, straddling me just below my chest. His torso was slicked down with a full film of my spunk as it clung to his curled chest and abdominal hair. I held his hips as he looked down at me, the look in his eye was pure sex. His free hand ran through my bangs, gripping my hair. My eyes traveled down to his hard cock and hairy balls as he flogged away. The cock surged to full glory, the head expanded, and the pissslit dilated wide open. The next thing I knew, hot, astringent ropes of the Lieutenant Commander’s jism was searing my face. Jack Grant was even more gorgeous in the throes of climax. He painted me with ten full shots before they died down.
Finally he raised up on his haunches and wiped his sweaty brow, giving me a glance of his sweat-matted fur of his underarm. “Fuck, that was intense. You’re a natural, Jim. That rim job was fantastic. Bet you’ll make a great top. Hell, maybe you are already.”
I felt pleased as we both hopped in the shower.
*****
Jack was in the small kitchen in only a pair of briefs as he made coffee with breakfast sizzling on the stove. He looked less like the Navy Officer, with his uncombed, cow-licked, blond hair drying where it stayed. In only my underwear as well, I padded into the kitchen.
This was actually the first time I’d slept over with another guy, sharing the same bed and everything, and I relished the masculine intimacy of being able to lounge in the man’s space, underdressed and unashamed.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” I said, sitting down on the kitchen island stool.
He gave me a knowing look, silently communicating that he realized last night had been a big milestone for me. But we didn’t discuss the sex. Instead, Jack served breakfast and sat down on the stool next to me. It was Saturday, and Jack had said that he had most of the day off. I had plans that day to meet up with my high school buddy, Pete Miller, that morning.
“Maybe I can show you around a few sights this afternoon?” he offered.
“Sounds awesome,” I said.
We chatted about nothing much, then I watched Jack polish off the last of his coffee.
“I better get dressed,” he announced, standing up and patting me gently on the shoulder. “If you want, Jim, you can move your bag to my bedroom. That guest room didn’t get much use last night,” he winked.
I blushed. It was probably the first time since our sex that I felt self-conscious.
Jack tried to read my reaction as he gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. “…. or not. You know you’re welcome to sleep on your own tonight.”
“No,” I quickly stammered. “I’ll… your room sounds good.”
Jack laughed at my novice eagerness. “My room, it is,” he smirked. `
As Jack went to wash up, shave, and change, I took my bag from the guest room and walked over to his room. I felt like a grown up as I set down my bag in his bedroom. Like I said, LCDR Grant’s apartment was not overly decorated, but like Dad, he had a wall dedicated to his achievements, awards, promotions, and plaques. Only his college diploma looked out of place.
I picked out my usual casual clothes from my bag and was putting them on as Jack stepped out of the bathroom, his hair perfectly gelled once more, and got dressed in his uniform from yesterday.
We had just walked back into the main living room when the doorbell rang. Jack went to answer.
A burly, ruddy-complected, bull of a man, about 5’10” and dressed in a white officer’s service uniform, filled the doorway. Even from the couch where I was sitting, I immediately noticed the two stars on the shoulder boards of his uniform – Rear Admiral. His dark eyes suddenly looked past Jack. He stopped when he saw me.
“Sorry, Jack, I didn’t realize you had company,” the Admiral’s baritoned words aimed at Jack, but his eyes looking at me.
“No problem, Sir. Admiral,” Jack said as he stepped aside, letting the large man step into the apartment. “This is Jim McGrath, Captain McGrath’s boy. He’s visiting schools to apply for. Jim, Rear Admiral Bill Henson, US Navy.”
“Pleased to meet you, son.” I quickly shot to my feet as we shook hands and I noticed two things immediately: the wedding band on his mitt-like hand and the smoldering brown eyes with flecks of green that drew me in with authority. This was a man that was powerful and had the confidence to go with his position.
“Pleased to meet you, Sir,” I replied in my most polite voice.
The Rear Admiral’s eyes positively twinkled as he temporarily removed his oak-leafed, white combination cap. Underneath, was straw-blond hair, combed back and cropped a bit longer than Jack’s and showing some gray at the temples. Standing in front of these two military gods, I felt inadequate as the man’s rank quickly set the tone in the room.
They shot the shit, taking Navy for a minute before he took his departure. “Well, I won’t bother you gentlemen any longer,” the Admiral said, placing his cap back over his head, shooting me a quick side glance. “Jack, I’ll be at my hotel if you want to drop by this weekend.”
“Sure thing, Admiral,” Jack said with a sharp nod.
“Best of luck in your search, son,” he bid me, tipping the visor of his cap as he showed himself out.
*****
I can’t describe how awesome it was to see Pete Miller again. We met in the Gaslamp District to hang out and grab some lunch, since Jack planned to show me around the Naval Base and some of the touristy stuff downtown later that afternoon.
Pete looked good. Different but good. It had only been half a year since he moved, but he had slimmed down from some of his football bulk and his tall body looked in shape. California agreed with him.
We hugged each other tight. The last time we’d hugged it had been in sadness, but the mood was different now.
Seated outside on the shaded patio of some coffee shop, the conversation flowed like Pete had never moved away. He asked me all about baseball and the likelihood of UCSD.
“Not sure it’s my number one,” I said as I sipped my iced tea. “But I’d be lucky to play for a team that good.”
“They’d be lucky to have you, Jim,” Pete said matter of factly. I wondered if Pete was still in love with me, since I guess time and absence have a way of changing things. I don’t know that I felt reciprocal feelings, exactly, but I knew if Pete had stayed in Norfolk, something romantic would have developed between us.
“It would be wild if I ended up in California, too.” Then I realized Pete might not stay in state for college. I asked him his plans.
“My top pick is Berkeley. I want to study theater, actually.”
Talk about a surprise. “Theater?! For real?” I asked.
He nodded, smiling because he knew how that must seem to me. “Would you believe it? I used to make fun of the drama club kids, and now I’m one of them. I went out for a play in the spring and got the lead part. I’ve been acting since. I even did a theater camp this summer,” he laughed. He took a sip of his latte. “I think my height and build and my deep voice help. They keep casting me as the father character. And of course the jock characters.”
I laughed with Pete. “You know,” I said. “I don’t remember football making you this happy.”
He paused, reflecting on that observation. “I’m still playing ball, and I enjoy it. It’s a different kind of fun, I guess, but you’re right. I feel like with acting I get to be myself. It’s weird. You’re playing someone else, but there’s something freeing about that.”
I couldn’t imagine putting myself out there on stage like that, it was a different kind of spotlight than athletics.
Pete looked at me, his face drawing more serious. “You come out to anyone, Jim?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean, I’ve fooled around with a couple of guys, but beyond them, I guess I still haven’t got the courage to.”
He nodded. He was sympathetic. “Dude, it’s not a race or something you gotta do. I just know I feel better now that I’m out.”
“You are? Like, to everyone?” It blew my mind.
“Pretty much. It’s easier out here,” he said as he surveyed our surroundings. “People don’t care as much. Dad took it hard for a couple months, though. And my mom wasn’t too much better. They both thought I’d end up in the Navy as well, ya know?”
“Sorry, man.”
He shrugged. “My folks are coming around. I guess it was a shock. That’s all.”
“Dude, you shocked me, and I’m gay,” I joked.
Pete laughed. “Fuck, McGrath, it’s so good to see you.”
“You, too, Miller.”
*****
I enjoyed being shown around by Lieutenant Commander Grant. Even beyond the sex, I was grateful that he’d hosted me for this visit. Getting out of Norfolk was just what I needed. My family used to travel some when I was a kid, a family with four rowdy boys, and I always enjoyed it. But my mom’s illness and passing had put a dent in our vacations. It was partly the California sunshine and the Pacific Ocean air, but this trip felt like a needed break.
At one point that afternoon, Jack and I sat on a bench overlooking the Harbor. Jack in his full Navy summer whites again, cap included, and me in shorts and a T-shirt, his arm resting across the bench behind me. Jack looked over at me. “Doing OK there, Jim?” he asked, concerned.
I knew what he meant. “Better than OK,” I replied with a smile. “I know you’re feeling a little guilty about what happened. But I loved every minute. Seriously, Jack.”
That made him smile, relieved. “Glad to hear.”
God, he looked so handsome in his uniform, his big arms bulging the sleeves, and his bulk filling out the white shirt. He had an impish look as he continued. “I just want to throw this out there… if you want to do it again…?”
“God yes,” I said, looking into his hazel eyes under the visor of his uniform cap.
Jack smiled. “Fuck, you make me so hard,” he growled as his lips inched closer to my ear. It was a trip to see this grown man in full lecherous mode. He had an intense sexual drive about him that I responded to. “You know you’re a fucking perfect young stud, don’t you?” he growled in a low voice.
I felt naughty and thrilled that this hunk was into me. Particularly as we walked back to his Jeep, grins on our faces.
When we got back to Jack’s place we attacked each other, our lips connecting and our hands clutching at each other’s bodies. I loved feeling his body pressed up against me in his uniform. My hands around his neck, our kiss knocking his cap onto the foyer floor.
“I wanna fuck you again, Jim….” LCDR Grant hissed in my ear before running his tongue against it. “You up for that, stud?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, feeling my erection press into his equally hard crotch. We made our way back to the bedroom, and I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. I slowly helped Jack out his uniform, unbuckling his belt, pulling his decorated shirt off his wide shoulders, tugging his crew-t over his head, and dropping his trousers. He was naked, with just his dogtags. I sat back onto his bed as Jack folded his uniform over a chair. He looked at my now naked body.
“You got a beautiful cock, Jim,” he hissed. “So big.”
I spread my legs to show off my erection. It was an ego boost to have a guy like LCDR Grant praise my dick. “You thinking of switching roles?” I asked, with a tease but a little hope in my voice.
He shook his head with a hard jaw. “Forget it. I’m fucking you. Get on the bed, on your stomach.”
I was glad he didn’t change his mind. I had been wanting to try this a second time, to see if it was different. I was apprehensive about being face down, though, since it felt like I was giving up some control.
Jack gripped my ass, pried me open, and dove face first into my cleft.
“Jack, fuck yes, get me ready for your cock,” I moaned as I felt his hunger for me.
Jack rimmed me for a few minutes and my apprehension went out the window. He was so good at this. I hiked my ass up against his scratchy face as he tongued me deep and wide, growling as he made me beg, gripping my ass to help me meet every thrust of his tongue.
An extended foreplay was not on his mind, and truth be told I was pretty keyed up at the moment, too. Jack pulled his tongue from my hole before I felt his naked body stretch on top of mine as he reached for the lube. A couple of pumps and he was quickly greasing my hole and his six incher.
I first felt his warm dogtags fall along my spine. And then his beautiful, hairy chest pressed against my smooth back muscles the second his prick breached my hole. I was now looser, opened up still from yesterday with just a little residual soreness. Jack’s insistent shaft felt amazing, though, amplified by the weight and contact of his blond-pelted body on mine and the sigh of sexual satisfaction as he exhaled against the soft hair at my neck.
“This ass is so fucking amazing,” he grunted. The man’s hands gripped my wrists, pinning them to the mattress while he mounted me.
I was being taken, not roughly, but urgently. We both were excited and swept away by our sexual attraction and the sense of inappropriateness of what we were doing.
“Fuck me, Sir,” I growled, getting off on the feeling of his hips now moving, his dick rubbing against my internal spot as his dogtags clinked against my back. It wasn’t the surprise of yesterday, but it felt no less amazing, the regular pounding pushing currents of pleasure through my body.
My words only egged him on. “Oh fuck, Jim. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
I was getting in a deep sexual headspace now. This was new to me, being on the receiving end, being passive while an older man thrust his body on top of mine, his dick pounding into me. “Don’t worry, Sir. I won’t tell Dad. Won’t tell the Captain you took my cherry.”
“Goddamn…” My Officer growled as he kissed and nipped the nape of my neck. My words got to him, all right, cut deep into his psyche.
I could tell he was getting closer to cumming. I was getting close, too, feeling my erection rub against the sheets as Jack pounded me. I wanted him to shoot inside me, to get off big. “Fuck me… you get off fucking me behind my Dad’s back, dontcha?”
Jack Grant practically roared as he orgasmed on top of my prone body. I worried that now I wouldn’t have my orgasm without my hands, and I was SO close. I rhythmically hiked my butt up against his pulsing, cumming cock and when I felt his upper body collapse onto me, adding to his weight, that did it. I blasted all over his sheets.
“Fuck,” Jack hissed before pushing up off me, slowly extracting his spent cock as he finally dismounted. “I was going to apologize for the quickie, but I think you liked that as much as I did, Jim.”
I lifted my head to look at him. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, the fur of his chest and torso matted to his skin, his dick was slick and half hard, and his blond hair was disheveled. Even his dogtags looked damp. He gave my rump a gentle pat.
“That was incredible,” he said with a grin. “You wanna shower first?”
I did. I felt sweaty, and cummy, and lubed up. And psychologically maybe a little dirty as well. I’d gotten what I craved, but I felt bad for bringing Dad into this. Like I’d disrespected the man I admired most in my life.
I cleaned up, not turning off the hot water as Jack gave me a playful kiss before hopping in the shower.
“I’ll be just a second. Then we can go out and grab some dinner.” He was in a real good mood.
I didn’t know what to think of Jack either. One of Dad’s good friends. I knew I couldn’t fault Jack. I’d wanted everything about what we’d done. And Jack Grant had delivered in spades. I couldn’t imagine a hotter man to lose my anal virginity to.
*****
Back in shorts and T-shirts, Jack took me to an amazing fish taco place on the pier just north of base for a belated birthday dinner. We shared a birthday dessert and later we strolled around a little as dusk settled in, making small talk before we went back to his place.
“We got an early morning, but what do you think of a beer?” he asked as he stepped to the fridge.
Of course that sounds like the perfect end to the weekend. We were back on the loveseat, Jack reclined into the corner as I sat back against his chest, my head just under his in the comfortable, deep groove of his pecs.
“Jack,” I asked as I began picking at the label of my beer bottle, “are you dating anyone?”
“Why do you ask?” he asked cautiously before taking a long draw from his bottle.
“Just wondering. Before, when we talked, I know I pretended to like girls, and I wasn’t sure…”
“I stick with men, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t have a boyfriend now. But I do have a fuckbud. I guess you’d call him that, though sometimes I worry it’s a little more.”
“What do you mean? What’s a fuckbud?” I looked up at him. I felt dumb, but sometimes you just gotta ask.
“A fuckbuddy? A guy that you have sex with on a regular basis. It’s not romantic, it’s just sex. You know, ‘friend with benefits’, though sometimes there’s really not a friendship outside the bedroom.”
“That’s cool. So… you got one?” I was being nosy, but I was curious and felt relaxed in my connection to this older, more experienced man.
“Yeah, this married guy… Yeah, I know, I’m a schmuck, but it just sort of happened and… Fuck, it’s intense. He just comes by when he’s horny and in town. I never can tell him no.”
We talked a bit about me, and I filled him in on my experiences with Petty Officer Kevin Marshall, though leaving out his name and Navy affiliation.
“He’s pretty much a fuck bud. He’s great, but I think eventually I want something more.”
“Don’t worry, Jim, you’ll meet him,” Jack said, his arm wrapping around my chest as he kissed my head. “You’re just 18… hell, you’re just in high school. And you know what you want, which is a head start on most guys. Just enjoy having fun while you can.”
He paused, and I could tell his better angel was battling the one who’d just told him to fuck me.
“Man, Jim, you really can’t tell Bob about any of this.”
“I won’t,” I said, defensive and feeling like he didn’t trust me. A question occurred to me. “Jack…. does Dad know you’re gay?”
“He does,” He said, lazily stroking my chest. “And if you decide to tell him, I’m sure he’d be supportive.”
“I don’t know,” I said, exhaling a tense breath. Within the same day, both Pete and Jack had brought up the idea of me coming out, and all I knew then was that the act seemed scary as hell to me.
“You don’t have to of course,” Jack said in a tired voice. “Do what feels right…. I just know my dad was an asshole about me being gay, and you’re lucky to have a man like Bob as your father.”
On that point, I definitely couldn’t agree more.
*****
My flight back to Norfolk was early the next morning. It was Sunday, and Jack’s only true day off this weekend. As we drove towards the airport a realization nagged at me.
I asked Jack if the Rear Admiral was the fuckbuddy he was telling me about.
“Yeah, Jim, he is,” Jack admitted. He sighed. “Look… I should know better than to get involved with a married guy like Henson, but,” he paused with a sheepish grin that was adorable on his butch Naval Officer face. “Well, let’s just say he does things to me no one else can.”
“You going over to his hotel after I leave?” Part of me was jealous, After all, Jack had just taken my anal virginity and I was very much attracted to the man.
“Yeah. I probably will. Look Jim,” He patted my leg affectionately. “You may not believe it, but your visit was very special for me, too. I’m honored that a fine young man like you would let me be his first.”
I nodded, feeling young and dumb, like I was getting overly emotional with Jack. I wanted to follow the Navy officer’s lead and enjoy the hot sex as just that and nothing more. But it was hard not to feel connected to the guy who’d taken my cherry.
So I acted nonchalant and made small talk about how much I enjoyed my time in San Diego. The Lieutenant Commander could read through me though. As we pulled up to the drop off area for departures, he fixed me with a knowing look.
“Come here, Jim,” he said softly. His deft fingers curled around my neck and his thumb caressed my cheek as he gave me a slow and soulful kiss that made me melt.
I thought about that kiss all the way back home.
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