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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 26 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (ail) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn’t make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: ail. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART FOUR: BACK TO NORMAL Chapter Twenty-Six Charlottesville, 2004, Jim’s 21s Birthday My 21st birthday was a blast and the start of a memorable week. It helped that it came during the dog days of August before school began ramping back up again. Growing up, I didn’t like having a birthday in mid-August. It was before school started, and my friends were often still on vacation. I don’t know if it was related to Dad’s military service or what, but my parents redshirted me for kindergarten, so the timing of when I’d first started school meant that I was now turning 21 right before my junior year, earlier than a lot of my friends. That year my birthday fell on a Tuesday. I got up bright and early to get a 3-mile run in before the heat, and by the time I got back to the apartment, soaked in sweat from the humidity, Holt was already up and barefoot in the kitchen wearing only a pair of football team shorts. His August football practices had started up and he was reluctantly adjusting to the early schedule. Holt wasn’t generally a morning person, and his wispy, thinning brown hair showed a major case of bed head. He had a Diet Coke in his hand, leaning back against the counter and taking a long sip when he saw me enter the kitchen and head to the fridge for a bottled water. As I pulled the hem of my damp athletic shirt up to wipe my dripping forehead and temples, Holt reached behind him and picked up a small wrapped box off the counter. “Here you go, buddy. Happy birthday,” he said, his voice still croaking in its morning state. “Jeez, Holt,” I said, taking the box as I leaned back against the counter next to him. “You didn’t have to.” “It’s actually from your dad, too,” he grinned. “What?” I asked, surprised. My father had briefly met my roommate when he picked me up for Matt’s commissioning week, but I didn’t realize they were in touch. “Your dad knew he wouldn’t be here for your birthday, and he wanted to get you something special.” I felt a little misty eyed, feeling the absence of my father hard at that moment. “Man, Holt…” Charlie smiled as he nudged my shoulder. “Go ahead, McGrath, open it.” I ripped open the wrapped package, and opened the small box to see four Orioles-Blue Jays tickets – two each for two games. “My God, Holt,” I said, surprised by such a generous gift. “Your dad helped me pick out some good seats,” he said. “The tickets are for next Friday and Saturday. Your dad will cover a hotel stay.” “Wow,” I said, looking at the tickets. I gave him a quick bro hug while trying not to get my sweat all over him. “Damn,” I said, “This is already the best birthday ever.” Charlie gave one of his trademark smiles. “Dude, It’s just the first part of your gift. You haven’t even had part two yet.” I was slow on the uptake but I got his drift now. “OK, now it’s turning into the best birthday ever,” I joked, setting the tickets down. Holt squatted down in front of me and began feeling up my legs. In anticipation, my cock twitched in my shorts. God, I was gonna get a Bulldozer Special right there in the kitchen. “I just got back from my run,” I warned, feeling especially sweaty, salty and musky. “You ever think I might like that, McGrath?” he growled with a smirk between his ruddy cheeks and tugged my running and compression shorts half way down my thighs. I hadn’t been expecting sex and my dick swung out still mostly soft. Holt took hold of my quads and the opportunity to swallow me in one go. His tongue gave the hanging head a furtive lick, rousing my dick before kissing the tip and smoothly sucking my dong between his lips. I gripped the countertop beside me and watched the head of my cock disappear into his hungry mouth. I may not have been hard, but I enjoyed the sensation of him swallowing me mostly soft to the back of his throat. Holt moaned excitedly once my balls tapped his chin, and he mashed his nose into my sweaty pubes, taking deep whiffs. My dick was firming up now, quickly expanding from plump to hard. Holt pulled off my cock and took a deep breath. He gripped the base of my expanding penis, examining its now spit-covered length up close. “I was cool feeling it soft, buddy,” he said and plopped the first few inches back into his warm mouth. This was a more playful approach on Holt’s part, less straight-for-the-kill. My friend nursed and suckled and licked a little over half of me until I was very rigid in his mouth. Charlie had my thighs quivering as he gripped my hips and pulled me into him. His mouth worked the swollen head of my hard cock down into his snug throat. Only then did he start servicing me, moving up and down in his unsurpassably talented way to bring me off. I looked down, amazed at his ability. Charlie Holt loved sucking dick, and I loved seeing his enthusiasm and dedication. Here was this big dude, a bruiser of a football player bobbing repeatedly on my bone, now giving long strokes with his mouth. This was a new trick of Holt’s and it was wild to watch. He would spear about five fat inches right into his gullet in rapid succession. No teeth, no gagging, just pure silky smooth mouth, and tongue, and throat coaxing my cock repeatedly. The sight of it and the sensation was getting me to cum. I breathed heavily and felt my jostling balls tighten up. This felt amazing: Holt knew just the right moment to take me entirely into his mouth, sucking me all the way in and gripping my quaking hips to hold me in place. I clenched my eyes, gripped the countertop and moaned out. A huge wad of semen jetted right down Holt’s hoovering throat. Then another. I was cumming hard. My buddy had a way of draining me so I felt like my balls were being sucked dry. I leaned all the way back on the kitchen counter, feeling flush with the post-orgasmic glow that comes with a heavy nut. As my wet dong flopped out semi-hard and softened by the second, Holt sat back on his haunches and basked in his handiwork. “Happy birthday, McGrath,” he said, standing up, an erection clearly tenting the front of his football shorts. He normally either stroked off while sucking me or saved his load for a hookup later. But I think this one was about treating me. “God, Holt, you’re incredible,” I said, the pleasure still lingering in my voice as he leaned back up against the counter next to me. He grinned. “Tell me something I don’t know, McGrath.” I pulled my shorts back up, tucking away my softening cock and looked over at my roommate and best friend. Holt wasn’t overly handsome, at least not conventionally so, but he had the youthful masculine looks of a college football player. I think Holt was able to get away with pursuing dude sex because no one would suspect he’d be into it. And he could hold his own in a fist fight for sure. My body still shook from the pleasure he’d just given me, and an idea occurred to me. “Holt, one of these days, I’d like you to tell me how you do it.” “Do what?” he asked, reaching down to pinch his hardon a little through his team shorts. “The secrets of a Bulldozer Special,” I said. “You’re seriously the best at giving head.” Charlie chuckled, blushing a bit at the compliment. “I don’t know. I guess I just love doing it.” He looked at me for a second, shaking his head in amusement as I’m sure he could read my thoughts on my face. “So… big-dicked McGrath wants some cocksucking tips?” It was my turn to blush. “Um, yeah, I think I do, Holt.” My linebacker buddy smirked as he folded his arms across his burly bare chest. “You trying to impress a certain someone?” I shook my head. “No one in particular. Not yet. But I wanna be better at it.” I thought of my father, of course, and how I’d wished I could handle his monster uncut tool better. Hopefully I’d find another man I craved to satisfy me in the same way. Charlie nodded. “All right. This will be part three of your birthday present. Blowjobs 101. A week-long course.” “Week long?” I laughed in surprise. “You want to learn to suck dick or not, McGrath?” he asked rhetorically. “Besides, you’ve helped me out with my classes, it’s the least I can do to help you with your homework for a change.” I laughed. “OK. So when do we start?” “Right now, McGrath,” Holt said as he stuck his thumbs into his waistband and shimmied out of his football shorts. The fabric fell to the floor before he kicked it aside, leaving him now completely naked. His prick wasn’t as rigid as earlier, but he had a chub of an erection sticking out as he took it in hand and widened his stance. “We’ll have a diagnostic session.” I got the idea, stepping in front of him and crouching down onto the kitchen floor. “Nice start, McGrath,” Holt smirked. “OK… first lesson is about respecting a cock.” I looked up at my buddy. I had to suppress a laugh, seeing him in teacher mode. Charlie grinned back, undoubtedly reading my mood but continued. “I know I got a normal dick. Smaller than average, even,” he said. “But while you’re on your knees, it’s the best, most amazing cock you’ve ever encountered. To suck dick well, you got to love dick… I mean, really love it. Got it?” I nodded and looked at Holt’s erection pointing right at me only inches from my face. I thought about everything I loved about his prick. The symmetrical shape and evenness of its curve. The rigidity, harder than mine typically got, and the way it wasn’t too veiny, mostly a smooth rockhard tool poking out from a lightly furred set of round balls. I looked back up at Holt, awaiting instruction. He put his hands on his hips. I could see the hard beer belly, the mountainous pecs, and strong shoulders above me – his linebacker bulk was mostly smooth except for a light treasure trail from his navel down to his thicker pubes. “Now… you have two options for approach,” he said, looking down at me and his now rigid cock. “There will be times when a cocksucker just gets down to business. But if you have the time, it’s better to get acquainted with the dick you’re going to suck. Touch it, kiss it, lick it.” I nodded. “Does it matter where?” I wanted to make sure I was doing this right. “Nah, McGrath. Mix it up. Surprise the guy.” I returned my attention to Holt’s now excited erection. I reached out and ran my fingers up and down the bottom part of his shaft, only gradually working my way up to tease the spot right under the head. Not too much, since I knew that was likely to be sensitive. But just a flit of my thumb over his frenulum before leaning in and kissing the head, licking gently along the leaking piss slit and taking in the salty flavor of his precum. Holt shivered. “Nice, buddy. You’re a quick learner,” he said as his cockhead pulsed against my kissing lips. I took his encouragement to explore more as I gripped his thick thighs just under his waist and ran my wet lips down past the head. I licked up one side of his bone, then the other, alternating and şişli travesti making him drip even more. “Perfect,” Holt said. “Even guys who don’t think they’re into foreplay will cum harder if you work them up a bit.” I nodded, taking more time to tease his rod. I was getting a little bored with this part, but I suppressed that thought, focusing instead on giving Holt what he wanted. “OK, bud,” he said softly. “Go ahead and take me in your mouth.” He shifted his stance, widening his feet a little more to help with the angle. “You can suck on just the head, particularly if your guy seems to respond to that. But most men will be eager for you to take an inch or two in.” I went with the latter plan, opening my mouth and going down on a couple inches of Holt’s meat. The flared head slipped between my now wet lips with a soft slurp. It was very hard and almost hot against my tongue, and I savored his salty precum. “Now,” Charlie instructed, his legs gently trembling as he placed his hands on the back of my head, his football fingers running through my damp blond curls. “Give a little suction to form a seal. Don’t do too much…. Aww, there… Yeah. Now go down on me.” I did, very slowly. His fingers curled in my hair, while my athletic hands slid around his thighs to grip his meaty, flexing, smooth ass cheeks. “Fuck, McGrath,” Charlie hissed through clenched teeth. “That feels good. I didn’t even have to tell you to take it slow. You just knew.” His grip got more insistent on my head and in my hair as I went further, not quite all the way before easing back up. Then I repeated it. Holt’s shaft was now shiny and painted with fresh spit. I did this for a while, slurping and sucking on his stick as my saliva began rolling down his tightening balls. Holt began to softly huff. “Doing a good job keeping your teeth out of the way. Good to know you’re not a complete newbie. Now. A little faster.” I did just that, his flexing ass now tense in my gasp. Charlie gently thrust into my mouth. I had to spit out the dick at one point to swallow my excess saliva and suck in a deep breath. But I was back on Holt and giving my best. “Feel great, McGrath,” he encouraged with a gentle hold on my head. “But maybe that’s enough lesson for today. OK if I drive now?” he asked. I spit him out, his dick slathered in my saliva and his drooling precum, and muttered an assent. “Um, yeah.” Holt immediately pushed back in and now took a solid hold of my head. He pulled my face down onto his dick as he thrust his hips forward, burying my nose in his curly short pubes. Holt’s dick was a perfect mouthful – his length just missing the trigger for my gag reflex. With my hands still gripping his thick and round smooth ass, he proceeded to fuck my face with a gentle rock of his hips. Given his size, it wasn’t too hard to take. And I was happy to let him do it. He held my head steady and gave short regular pumps in and out of my mouth as I tried to put his lesson to work. Holt was excited now, I could tell by the super hardness of his dick and the eagerness of his thrusts. I felt his glutes tremble and heard his moans grow ragged. He thrust hard, one final time. And just like that, his cock spasmed and sweet-salty seed filled my mouth. I held his ass, my fingers digging into his clenching cheeks as he nutted. I gulped down every drop. “Oh shit,” he sighed in release, slowing his hips to a stop. “You got me worked up, buddy.” He relaxed and let his hands fall from my head. I spit him out, sucking the remnants of cum down. My lips now glistened with his cum and my spit. “Did I do OK?” I asked. “Not bad for a beginner,” he winked and gave me a pat on the shoulder. I sat back on my haunches and wiped my mouth as Holt stepped around me. He reached down to pick his football shorts back up off the floor when he looked at the clock on the microwave. “Fuck! I gotta get ready for practice.” He gave me a final pat on the shoulder before going to get ready. “Have a good one, birthday boy. See you tonight at 7?” “Yep,” I said, finally getting to my feet. “And thanks again for the present.” **** I ate my breakfast and showered up after Holt left. I got lots of happy birthday texts from friends and family throughout the morning. It was still Tuesday and everyone was probably at work, so I was sure my brothers would be calling later that evening. Dad and I also had a video call planned for 11 a.m. So I waited at my laptop computer and got ready for the connection to come through. My heart grew excited when I saw his smiling face in the low-res image. Even though it was a crappy connection, he was still handsome as fuck in his Navy uniform. “Happy Birthday, Slugger!” my father beamed. I could see that he was in his office on the ship. “Thanks, Dad,” I replied. “And thanks for the birthday present.” I held up the tickets for Dad to see. “It was half Charlie’s gift. You got a good friend, Jim.” “Yeah, I know,” I said, wondering what Dad would think about exactly how good a friend Holt was. “Sorry you can’t go with me to the games.” Dad shrugged a half-shrug. “You should enjoy it with one of your friends. Though I won’t lie. A baseball game would be an amazing thing to see right now.” “I can’t wait till you’re back home, Dad,” I said. It would be another month before Dad returned. “Well,” Dad said stoically. “I’m just sad I’m not there for your birthday. But you go have fun tonight, Jimbo. That’s an order.” “Will do, Dad,” I said, giving him a small smile and a mock salute. Sometimes these conversations got me emotional and sad, but I just felt happy to have time to talk with my father. We talked a bit longer about baseball, my summer plans, Matt’s pilot training, and Paul and Megan’ move before signing off. I spent the early afternoon at the DMV getting my “OVER 21” driver’s license. While I waited, I actually got a birthday call from Jack. But he was at work, so he had to keep it short. It was always nice to hear his voice. Later that afternoon, I met my teammate Kyle for our usual workout and then our scheduled batting practice. That evening at 7, I had a small birthday dinner with Holt, Tim, and Kyle. They treated me to a steak dinner at the Virginian, which was an institution of a restaurant on the Corner. It was where I got to order my first beer with my new ID. Kyle and Tim were still just 19, so afterward, Holt and I met up with a few guys on the team – Justin, Matt, and Jeff – to hit the bars. It was one hell of a bar hop. At each one, I had a shot and one of the guys bought a round of beers. The previous summer I’d sworn I’d drink more moderately, but the guys kept buying me shots, and I felt it was a rite of passage I couldn’t refuse. Plus, I felt OK knowing Holt was around to look after me. Of course, I got shit-faced drunk. My roommate ended up taking me home a little after midnight, guiding my dizzy stumbling body into our place. I think he even made sure I made it to my bed and helped me strip down. I paid for the debauchery that night and the next morning. Man, was I sick and hungover. Holt even seemed concerned the next day as I hobbled out of my room, face pale and my steps weak in nothing but yesterday’s boxer briefs. “You OK, McGrath?” he asked from his open bedroom door as I emerged in a half-zombie state, feeling queasy as I dragged my feet into the kitchen. “I feel like shit, Holt, but I’ll be fine,” I said as I headed for the coffeemaker. “I think I’m skipping my workout today.” Charlie laughed. “Take it easy, buddy. I gotta get to work.” **** It was Thursday before I got Lesson 2 of my blowjob training. I’d just come back from batting practice and a late afternoon run, and hopped in the shower for a cool rinse. I was just turning off the water when I heard a knock. “Jim?” Holt asked from behind the door. “Yeah?” I asked, still dripping as I stepped onto the bath mat. I reached for a towel but didn’t really dry off before cracking open the door. “I thought I’d check to see if you’re up for Lesson Number 2.” I laughed, caught by surprise. “Um, yeah, sure,” I said, opening the door wide open. Holt was standing outside, naked head to toe as well with his dick plumped out. “Just come to my bedroom when you’re done.” “I’m good right now,” I said, quickly toweling off my body and letting Holt see my naked form. Already my dick was starting to get hard in anticipation. Naked and mostly dry with my hair still damp, I followed Charlie to his bedroom. It was a typical college dude’s room – bed unmade, clothes scattered around, little decoration other than a couple of posters tacked to the wall. Holt plopped his big body on the bed and reached over to his nightstand to pull out a couple of dildos. He tossed me one of them as I easily caught it single-handedly. “I’ll let you practice on the smaller one, McGrath,” he winked as he took the bigger one about my size. I sat on the bed next to him and examined the thinner 7-inch rubber toy in my hand, a lifelike reproduction of a cut dick with a flared head and ridged veins. “You keep these handy, Holt?” “You have a problem with that?” he smirked. “I like to suck on something when I jerk off…. Now… Lesson Two – technique.” He pulled his dildo up to his mouth and motioned for me to do the same. “OK,” he instructed. “We’re going to take three inches in and then move our tongue back and forth over the underside of the cock. You can watch me first.” He opened up and swallowed that fat rubber tool in one go without missing a beat. God, Holt was impressive. He looked at me and gave a slight nod and a wink. I then watched as his mouth and jaw moved a little, the muscles of his neck working as I could see his cheeks sucking and his lips stretching. I could tell he was stimulating the underside with his tongue as it peeked out just a bit between the rubber cock and his bottom lip. I took a breath and tried to copy him. I was thankful for the smaller sized toy, since I was able to suck three inches without problem. The taste was weird, but I focused on the task, the feel and shape of the rubber dick in my mouth. I settled into position and tried running my tongue along the ridged phallus like Holt had. Saliva went down the wrong way and I coughed, spitting out the fake dick. Holt pulled his dildo from his mouth as he waited for me to catch my breath and swallow my spit before he said, “I think you’re extending your tongue out too far. Start with small movements. Believe me, your guy can feel those.” I nodded and tried again, in tandem with Charlie this time. We sucked in the starting inches of our respective dildos and did the trick with the tongue. It was challenging, concentrating on coordinating my tongue in a new way, but slowly, I got the hang of it. I was excited to be learning and we just held it like that for a half minute, getting practice with the motion. Finally, Holt spit out his rubber dick and looked at me. “OK, McGrath, we’re going to combine that with a back-and-forth motion. Don’t try to take too many inches, just what feels comfortable.” I nodded with the rubber cock still in my mouth and started doing as he instructed while he watched me practice. “Don’t forget the tongue,” he said. I must have been doing OK, because he told me I could stop. He scooted closer to me on the bed as I spit out my dildo. We now both had clear erections – Holt’s sticking up like a rigid spike, while mine lay hard and heavy across my thigh. Sucking these dildos was more stimulating than I expected. Maybe because I was imagining a real man there to suck on. “You don’t want to overdo it with the tongue work,” Holt said to me. “But it can be in your arsenal if you want to provide extra stimulation.” “Got it,” I said earnestly. My roommate got an impish smile. “But my signature technique is to get the rhythm down. I stick my tongue out slightly going down and pull it beylikdüzü travesti back going up.” Holt brought his fat dildo back up and licked the tip to wet it down. Then he demonstrated it a couple of times, turning his head some so I could see him work. I could see what he was doing now that he’d described it and realized this is what had driven me so wild when he’d blown me. He plopped the toy out. “I add a little suction on the way up, too. Not too much, though. Now… try it, bud.” I steadied myself and set to mimicking Holt. It took a few tries but I was getting the hang of it. “There you go, McGrath. You got it,” Holt said with pride in his smile. I grinned back as I pulled the rubber cock from my lips, knowing that I had the technique mostly down. I just needed practice. “You’re a great student, McGrath,” Charlie said. He leaned back on his extended strong arms, making his smooth erection stick straight up from his crotch. “I think you’re ready to apply the techniques for real.” I felt excited all of a sudden to suck an actual dick. I set the dildo aside and leaned over Holt’s lap, slowly taking the tip of Charlie’s swollen tool into my mouth. I gave a few exploratory licks, across the head and down the shaft – Lesson 1. Holt hissed as I smoothly sucked the first three inches between my lips, doing to him what I’d just done to the dildo. I sucked back and forth while alternating my tongue and finding my rhythm. Given my friend’s more manageable size it was actually easier, and I quickly got into the groove. “Oh, fuck yeah, you got this McGrath,” Holt growled, watching me bob up and down on his meat. “I’m almost there, buddy… here it comes!” Charlie’s trademark sweet semen pelted my tongue in rapid spurts. He wasn’t an overly heavy spurter, and I was thankful for that. I was able to enjoy the taste of each ejaculation before sucking it down. The guy had a proud smile on his face as I leaned back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I don’t think it’s gonna take a full week, buddy,” he beamed. “You’re learning fast. Maybe we’re gonna have to call it the McGrath special.” I smiled at the compliment. But I started to realize one thing about cocksucking: you can tell a lot instinctively by how a guy’s body responds. Holt’s ejaculation had been the additional confirmation of a job well done. “Stand up,” he urged. I got to my feet in front of him, my hardon poking out very firm and heavy. Holt took a solid hold of my hips, pulling my groin closer to his face, and wasted no time in going down on me. And when he did, I realized that he was still the master at this and me the apprentice. My football jock friend bobbed at a furious pace and every stroke felt insanely pleasurable on my prick. I felt my knees slightly bend as I let my hands wrap around his head and neck. I groaned out my pleasure, feeling my balls working overtime, about to bust their load. “Holt…” I grunted, unsure if I should ask him to ease his attack or suck me harder. My orgasm built at a steady pace and my groans grew louder. Fuck, Charlie knew exactly what he doing. I felt almost lightheaded as I came, an incredible orgasm that pulsed in waves as Charlie sucked me dry. “Fuck,” I hissed as I stepped back, pulling my dripping cock from Holt’s expert mouth. “How do you not have a boyfriend?” I teased, a sated smile now on my face. Holt smiled back at me, happy he’d made me happy. “I like playing the field too much,” he replied. “Besides, I don’t want all that messy emotional baggage. I just like dick.” I looked down with a bit of embarrassment as I rubbed the back of my neck. I usually didn’t feel awkward after sex with Holt, but I felt just a little awkward then. “Seriously, Holt, I appreciate these lessons. They’re just what I needed.” “Happy to help, McGrath,” he said, getting off the bed and slipping into some jock briefs then opening his drawer to find a pair of shorts. “Hope this helps you get the boyfriend you’ve been wanting,” he said with his back to me as he slid on his shorts. He and I had talked about my desire to date. He ribbed me sometimes for being a romantic, but I knew he cared about me, too. That was part of our friendship. “Um…” I said, wondering if I should bring this up. “I got a question, Holt…” He nodded as he turned to face me. “Yeah?” “So, any advice for uncut dicks?” I blushed when I said it. In part because I remembered Dad’s hooded cock, and wondered if that was my motivation in asking. Still, I wanted to be prepared for the possibility of an uncircumcised man in the future. My friend smiled and thought it over for a second, placing his hands on his hips while looking up and pursing his lips. “Well, I’ve only had a couple… but well, there’s the playing with the skin, licking underneath, suckling at it, that kind of thing.” He looked at me and seemed to be getting more authoritative as he described what his approach would be. “But the main thing is to assess how sensitive your guy is. If he responds instantly, keep some of the hood up, you know? And you can use your hands more to move the skin back and forth as you suck.” He paused and examined what must have been my intent face as I listened to him. “You sure this isn’t for someone specific, McGrath?” I laughed, trying to shake off my embarrassment. “Nah, no one specific. Just want to cover the bases.” “Well, you’re a good student, I’ll say,” Holt smirked. “All right,” I said, “Wanna watch some TV? You get to pick tonight. No baseball games,” I joked. Charlie deadpanned. “Shit, do I gotta blow you to watch something besides fucking baseball?” **** That weekend, I went up to Baltimore to enjoy my birthday present. Holt was full-on ramping up to football season, and in any case I knew he wasn’t a baseball fan in the least, so I asked my buddy Kyle to come. Kyle grew up a Braves fan and followed the National League more, but a real-life major-league baseball game was a treat for guys like us. Unfortunately, the Blue Jays won the first game over the Orioles. But I was able to indulge with a beer at the ballpark for the first time. And though Kyle and I couldn’t hit the bars together Friday night, we walked around the inner harbor a bit as we looked for a place to eat. I quickly noticed that while Norfolk had a lot of Navy sailors, Baltimore seemed to have a good share of Army soldiers out on the town for the weekend. I tried to keep my eyes from wandering too much in front of my friend as I noticed more than a few military men with their “high and tight” haircuts, clean-shaven faces, fighting-fit muscles, and dogtag chains just under their collars. After a filling dinner, I picked up a couple six-packs before Kyle and I made it back to our hotel room to enjoy. The next day we slept in then grabbed a late breakfast before the second game. The morning clouds broke just as we found our seats, a beer in my hand while Kyle had a soda. It was a beautiful afternoon for baseball and we enjoyed the experience just hanging out and chatting. The Orioles took the lead in the first innings. “Jim… you ever think about what team you’d end up with if you made it to the pros?” Kyle asked at one point. Whereas some of my teammates always called me by my last name, Kyle always called me Jim. I shrugged. “I don’t know, man. I worry I’m gonna jinx it if I want it too much.” “I hear ya,” my friend said. “But the way I look at it is… well, you got guys on the team like Ryan and Joe, and you know those dudes are getting signed. It’s not a matter of if but what round and what team.” “Dude, I think Ryan’s going on the second round, maybe first,” I said. “He was a stud all last season.” “Yeah,” Kyle agreed. “And then you got guys like Dunn and Myers. Great guys, good players, but they’re not going pro.” “And we’re in the middle,” I said. Kyle nodded. “Yep. It helps that we’re lefties. I wouldn’t have a shot otherwise.” “Me either,” I said. I was a very good player, but there are a lot of good right-handed batters. I took a sip of my beer. “So… which team would you hope to end up with?” Kyle looked like he’d given it some thought. “I don’t expect I’d end up with the Braves. As long as it’s not the Rockies, I’d be happy.” Denver was notoriously tough for pitching stats. “For me, it’s anyone but the Yankees. Though deep down, I’d be thrilled if they signed me. My dad might not be too happy on the other hand,” I joked. When the O’s blew their lead in the 6th, Kyle couldn’t resist ribbing me. “Jim, you might wanna play for a winning team after all.” “Ass,” I grunted playfully. *** I enjoyed some quiet time on Sunday back in Charlottesville since Holt would be at work most of the day. I think it was only then that it really sank in that I was 21. Not just in the sense of being able to go to a bar, but fully adult. College has a way of delaying responsibility, and I still had a year and a half left, but I guess I started to really contemplate what life after college would be. Besides, being able to drink legally was a big deal. The afternoon came around and I knew what I most wanted to do with my newly legal status. It was still August, so I changed out of my workout clothes and into a thinner summer T, a pair of khaki shorts, and flip flops. I went down to the local sports bar and sat at the bar alone to watch some baseball. The Orioles-Blue Jays game was on one screen, the Red Sox-Yankees on another. There were a smattering of people in there, but it was pretty quiet. I ordered a draft beer from the bartender, who promptly carded me. The bartender’s gaze went from my license up to my face and back a couple of times. “Happy birthday,” she said with a sardonic smile, handing it back to me before going off to pour my pint. When she returned I lifted my glass to take a sip, and the guy sitting a couple stools down next to me lifted his as well and said, “Happy birthday.” I toasted him and took a sip. “21?” He asked. “Yep,” I said. “A couple of days ago. It’s nice to be able to just watch the game in a bar.” He nodded in agreement as he gave me a smile. The guy was cute, real cute. He looked to be a few years older than me. Shorter, he didn’t have an athletic body. But he had a nice compact build with rounded muscle showing through his polo shirt. He had a Red Sox ball cap on but underneath there seemed to be a full head of wavy brown hair, cut medium-short. “You a Sox fan?” he asked. “Nah, Orioles,” I said. “We’re usually rooting for you guys to lose, unless it’s the Yankees,” I grinned. The guy smiled. “Nothing like a one-sided rivalry,” he teased back. He held out his hand. “Ben,” he introduced himself. “Jim,” I said, accepting his grip. I couldn’t help but look at him more closely. Brown eyes, round cheeks, dimples, he was probably mid to late 20s but had a youthfulness to his appearance and expression. I took the stool next to him as we talked and watched the games. I found out Ben was a history grad student. He seemed to perk up when I told him I was on the baseball team. “For real?” he asked. “I played in high school.” “Yeah?” I asked, perking up myself. “What position?” “Pitcher. I wasn’t good enough for college. Even at an Ivy,” he joked. “But I was obsessed as a kid. I wanted to be a pitcher, but my genetics had other plans.” “Well, I may need a plan B,” I said. “Baseball’s a hard thing to break into.” “I can only imagine,” he said. He had a million questions about our team and my goals. “I should come see you guys play next season,” he said. “Please,” I said. “Anytime.” He finished his pint. “You want another? My round.” “Um, yeah,” I said, polishing off the last inch of my beer. It was comfortable hanging out with Ben. Just talking, getting to know him. I probably would never have met him other than by chance, but that was the fun thing about a college town. We were halfway through our second beer istanbul travesti when he off-handedly mentioned his girlfriend. I don’t know why the news affected me so much, but it made me realize my attraction to him had been immediate. Maybe I’d been thrilled to meet a guy closer to my age. Maybe after a summer of no-strings sex I was pining for something more meaningful. Oh, well. That’s how life is, I thought. I was enjoying baseball and having a good conversation. No need to expect more from a summer Sunday afternoon. Ben called it an afternoon after the third pint. He held out his hand again to shake. “Nice to meet you, Jim. I’m here most Sundays. Kind of my personal break time from work. Maybe I’ll see you around.” “Oh yeah,” I said. “Nice to meet you, too.” I don’t think I realized it, but Ben would become one of my odd-couple friends I made in my years at UVA. **** I didn’t have to wait long for Lesson 3 from Holt. The next night, I was just lounging shirtless on the living room couch watching baseball in just my sweats when my roommate got home from early-evening practice. “Hey, McGrath,” he said, not seeming particularly chatty. “Hey, Holt,” I greeted, looking up from the TV. “How was practice?” He shrugged as he dropped and left his gym bag near the door. “Hot. Miserable. I’m starving.” He strutted to the kitchen and I could hear him make a quick microwave dinner. Neither one of us was a cook, but Holt particularly went for convenience. I got absorbed back into the game, but after about thirty minutes Holt appeared from the hallway, freshly showered and naked head to toe. His shorter, but medium-thick dick was hard but not steely erect yet. As he came around the couch, I could see in his hands he had two dildos, one of which looked different from the ones we used the previous day. Holt tossed them onto an empty cushion next to me and stepped up in front of me, between my eyes and the TV. “Let’s see how you’re coming along, McGrath,” he said simply, taking the half step closer to my mouth as he practically pushed his dick to my lips. I had never seen take-charge Holt, so it caught me off guard. He grinned as he watched me take his dick between my lips, sucking him in inch by inch. I did my best to apply our lesson from the day before as I now was acutely aware of where and what my tongue was doing as I sucked back and forth on Charlie’s now rock hard cock. Pretty quickly I had the Bulldozer Method down, and I felt and heard Charlie respond. Uncharacteristically, he wrapped his hands behind my head and gave gentle thrusts into my mouth timed with my rhythmic sucking. It worked. I knew his nut must have crept up on him quick as Charlie came into my craw with heavier spurts than normal. “Nice,” he hissed as he caressed my scalp and I nursed the sweet dribbles from his tool. Breathing a bit heavier now, he pulled out and I watched the linebacker shiver as I slowly released his dick. He sat down next to me, picking up a dildo. “OK, final lesson: deep throating,” he said, his voice still a little shaky. I nodded as I wiped my mouth and licked my lips. I knew this was my toughest challenge when sucking Dad. Even smaller men could challenge me. “Half of it is mental,” Holt said, “but there are some techniques you can try.” He lifted up his selected dildo, incredibly long and not as thick as the one he’d sucked yesterday. “Jesus, Holt, how many toys do you have?” I asked, teasing him. He raised his eyebrow. “Smart ass. There’s a reason I’m the one giving lessons, McGrath, so listen up.” “Yes, sir.” I replied mockingly and watched Charlie lick the first few inches of the rubber toy down before pushing into his mouth. He didn’t go all in one go, and the dildo stopped about five or so inches in. But I watched him adjust something in his mouth and then, unbelievably, all eleven inches sank into his gullet till the fake balls pressed against his chin. He held it for five-Mississippi seconds then slowly extracted it. It was covered in spit and a thicker mucus, and Holt had a huge grin on his face. “Whoa,” I said, duly impressed. My roommate nodded. “That’s how I’m able to take your bad boy, McGrath… lots of practice.” He reached over and picked up the other dildo. Shorter, but still impressive at about eight inches. “Here you go. Don’t swallow in one go,” he instructed as I copied him in licking it down the first three to four inches in a coat of saliva. “Don’t focus too much on your gag reflex. It happens to the best of us. Just pull back when you feel it coming on. And just keep telling yourself this is normal. This dick is part of your body and you’re welcoming it inside.” I tilted my head back some and started pushing the toy in my mouth. Holt continued his instruction. “Ok… When you get to the back of your gullet, right at the entrance to your throat, stop….. It helps if you swallow around the cock, it’ll relax your esophagus and let the dick in.” Like swallowing a pill, I took a bit of concentration and was amazed to feel more of the rubber prick slide into my throat. It would have felt better with a real cock, for sure. But I was proud I could do it. I pushed more in. Uh oh. That tripped my gag reflex, and I quickly pulled the dildo out a few inches and swallowed back down as my face winced in discomfort. “Yeah, it sucks,” Holt said when he realized what happened. “But it happens. You can’t be afraid of it, or your body goes into defense mode…. Just know you got this.” I slowly pulled the rest out to get some air. “Done for the lesson?” Holt asked. “I’m good,” I said. I caught my breath and stared down at the 8-inch rubber dick. “Just need some water.” I got up and padded into the kitchen as Holt looked on with an expression that was somewhere between amusement and concern. “I’ve been there, buddy, believe me,” he said from the living room. I opened the fridge and downed a half bottle of water. When I came back he got off the couch and into the armchair. “Lie down, Jim, and lean your head off the cushion….” I gave him a skeptical look, but did as he asked. “There, this is the best position for taking it deep. Kinda lengthens and aligns your mouth and throat.” I nodded the best I could with my head lying back, my vision upside down and my hair falling free as I took the dildo from Holt’s hand. “Just take your time, buddy,” he coached. I did. I focused all my energy into thinking this was a real dick. Jack Grant. My dad. Before I knew it, I was swallowing more. Without too much issue. I felt a thrill as those dildo nuts nudged my nose and upper lip. I was deepthroating! I took a second to savor the victory, but I didn’t hold it in as long as Holt had. I didn’t want to take any chances, so I pulled back out, completely out, so I could breathe deeply. “Fuck yeah, McGrath, that’s the way to do it!” Holt exclaimed. I looked at him from my position with a huge smile. “Should I do it again?” I asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. “Go ahead, bud,” he said. And just like that, I repeated that trick. Going more quickly to the back, where I swallowed around the fake cock and felt it go deep, all the way buried. I held just an extra second this time, before pulling out. I leaned up to clear the blood rush to my head and catch my breath. “You’re doing well for a novice,” Holt enthused. “Hell, that was an A performance regardless. You’re doing great.” “Thanks,” I said, feeling more normal now. I looked over to the coffee table, where the eleven inch dildo sat. “You think maybe I could try it with the big boy there?” Of course the thought occurred to me that my father was hung just shy of that. Holt was surprised. “You sure, McGrath?” I nodded. I’d probably never have a chance to suck Dad again, but a part of me wanted to be able to deep throat him if I ever did. “I’m sure, Holt,” I replied and leaned back on the couch again. It took more coaxing of the toy in the back of my mouth, but once I swallowed and felt that tool sink in, I focused on my desire for cock. I pictured my father – Robert McGrath’s ginormous uncut tool filling my throat. I wanted to give Dad that gift, so bad. Before I knew it, I felt the dildo fully buried in me. “Goddamn!” Holt said as he watched. I could feel my body start to rebel, but I pulled out before I fully tripped my reflex. “Fuck,” I exhaled once I finally plopped the toy free. I felt incredibly proud and I’m sure it showed on my face. As I sat up, Charlie came over and patted me on the back. “That, my friend, is some first-class cocksucking,” he said. “You up for one more lesson?” I nodded, gamely, though my throat still felt a little raw from the deepthroating exercises. “OK. Well, what we just did is for show – when you want to show your guy that you’re willing and able to take him to the hilt. Some guys are really into watching that, too.” I took in his words. He continued. “But, physically, what gets a guy off is to work the tip of his dick with the entrance to your throat. It’s super snug there, and the extra sensation drives most guys crazy.” He picked up his 11- inch dildo and demonstrated. Instead of a full deep throat he wedged the dildo way back a little less than half way and bobbed his head in small movements back and forth. As he spit it out, he gestured for me to follow suit. I did, now getting a little more used to the sensation in the back of my mouth. “Now, don’t go deep, McGrath, just sort of suckle at the tip as it eases into your gullet,” he instructed. I felt the edge of my esophagus grip the flared head of the rubber dick. “Back and forth…. that’s it, bud,” Holt said, watching my jaw and throat flex. I felt like the head was dipping in and out of a tight ring as my gullet gently attempted to swallow each time. It did take a while for me to get the hang of it, but pretty soon I was copying what Holt had just done pretty well – opening my throat on the in stroke and tightening on the out. When I finally extracted the dildo with streams of saliva, Holt had a pretty proud expression on his face, too. “You, my man, have completed Blowjobs 101 with flying colors.” “You’re a great teacher, Holt,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Thanks.” “Sure thing, McGrath,” he said. “You know what a graduate of the program gets?” Holt had that telltale expression in his eyes, and I had a good sense of what he was suggesting. “A Bulldozer special?” I ventured. “Damn straight. Let me show that throat trick on you, buddy.” Holt got on his knees in front of me as I sat on the couch. He helped me pull my sweats down past my knees, but it actually took me a minute to get hard as Charlie swallowed my half-hardened prick. But pretty soon he had me rigid and was treating me to the familiar sensations I’d never get tired of. I leaned back in the coach and watched his head bob up and down on me. Then, he went further down, right to the spot we’d just practiced. Holy fuck, it did feel amazing. I’m not sure if it got me off quicker than his normal Bulldozer technique, but it made me super rigid and made me want to nut. It was crazy how instantaneous the feeling was. “Damn, Charlie, I can feel it… Fuck….” I let my head roll back against the coach as I felt my quads and glutes tense. Charlie hummed and chuckled around my cock as he gripped the base and fondled my balls. I felt my core muscles flex as I fought the urge to grip Charlie’s head instead of letting the man work. Then Holt bounced his head up and down in small, almost tiny motions, and after about twenty seconds, I felt it. “Fuck, Holt!” I growled as my orgasm hit and my cum just fired straight out of my cock without control. I heard him swallow my seed with muffled moans. This man was truly a master. He pulled off, got up, and took a seat next to me. “All right, that’s the last of your birthday present, McGrath. Hope that lasts you a while.” I got what Charlie was implying. We’d had sex three times in a week, where we usually did it at best once a month on average. It was time for us to get back to normal as friends. But I was thankful. “Oh yeah, it will. Thanks for showing me this, Holt. Really, it’s been what I needed.”

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