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This story is the backstory of a character who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2018, titled The Deputy Boys Book 1: The Invitation. Jody's story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy!
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Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 13
The next morning, I awoke to Alex carrying in a tray of coffee with cream and sugar. A glance out the window onto the patio showed a bright day that looked almost like noontime. The bedside clock showed 11:20 and I was surprised at how late Brandon and I had slept. Alex left the coffee, saying, "Brunch in half an hour."
As we doctored our coffees to our liking, Brandon said, "How do you feel this morning?"
"Oh, God, Brandon," I said to stall while I took a mental inventory of my body to see how I did feel. "I feel a lot of different things, I think."
"Makes sense. Let's start with physical. Are you sore?"
"Maybe a bit," I admitted, "but not anywhere near as bad as I thought it might be."
"Show me," he said.
I rolled away from him, ending up on my side but leaning way forward with my upper knee extended to open my ass for view and to support my weight.
Brandon moved his face to my rear area. Gently, he spread my buns and looked for several seconds. Then he said, "Okay." He rolled away and I resumed my old position reclining beside him.
"Diagnosis?" I asked.
"Um, puffy and a bit of redness. I think it's still dilated a bit, but it isn't gaping open."
"Thank God for that!"
"I recommend we spend a half hour in the hot tub after breakfast. Er, brunch."
"That sounds luxurious."
"Okay. How do you feel otherwise?"
"Um, mostly kind of proud, I guess." I blushed. "I guess I've reached a new level of sluttiness, haven't I?"
"No judgment, remember?" After a moment, he continued, "I'm proud of you, too. Doing that took some courage. Hell, I'm too much of a wimp to try even one dick!"
"Thanks! I don't know why, but the idea really turned me on and I felt quite sexy while it was happening. Maybe because I had everyone's attention."
"You were definitely the center of attention," he chuckled. "Will you do it again?"
"Maybe, but that brings up my fear."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't want to stretch my asshole so much it isn't nice and tight when someone fucks me."
"Perhaps if you only do it once in a while, your muscles will still return to full-strength each time."
"That would be good. I don't want to do it enough that it detracts from taking one good, hard dick like yours."
"It would be a big tragedy if that was spoiled!"
"I know. So, I'm a little anxious until I can try a normal fuck and see how that goes."
"I'd be happy to oblige, but brunch is in ten minutes."
"We'd better get dressed," I said.
Brunch was delightful and included Scott and Vern, who had stayed the night also. I received a ton of kudos from my inner circle who seemed to agree watching me take those two cocks was incredibly hot. I noted that I thought it might be even hotter if I'd also had a cock to suck.
"That can certainly be arranged next time," Scott said firmly.
We spent time in the hot tub, which healed a lot of my soreness and made me feel a bit refreshed. It was still too cold to go into the pool, but the sun shined down warm on the deck, so we spent an hour or so sunning ourselves near the pool.
"Just so you all know," I announced as the group was breaking up, "my asshole is on vacation until Wednesday."
Everyone laughed and then Brandon said, "I'm going to slit my wrists!"
"Well," I giggled, "my throat isn't on vacation."
After Brandon, Blade, and later Scott moved out of the BOQ, I became better acquainted with some of the guys who were still there, but these were more casual, non-sexual friendships that just helped us all pass a little time occasionally.
On Sunday before Memorial Day, Darren and Alex hosted a pool party to honor our vets and also mark the beginning of the summer season. Many of our group would be involved in base festivities on the holiday so we celebrated privately on Sunday afternoon. In addition to Darren, Alex, Brandon, Scott, Vern, and me, Jeff, Ted, Blade, and Kris were there. I was pleased to also find LT Alvin Schlagel, LTCMD Miguel Rodriguez, LTCMD Thomas Nakamura, and LTJG Lawrence Bender poolside. I knew the humpy Miguel from the base gym and had been on the receiving end of several awesome fucks courtesy of Miguel's nearly seven-and-a-half-inch brown cock. I'd met the handsome blue-eyed and tall Alvin once before and had a nice memory of his seven-and-three-quarters-inch and thick dick pounding my prostate one night in the party room.
Lawrence was about an inch taller than me and was a ginger-haired Irish beauty with startling green eyes and great muscles. His cock was of average length and thickness, but he proved he could use it to great advantage.
Thomas was a bit older than some of us and was of Japanese heritage, a rarity in the Navy. He was born in San Francisco, California, at the beginning of World War II to an immigrant restaurant owner, who was removed to an internment camp after the attack on Pearl Harbor. In spite of the loss of his freedom, his restaurant, and his other assets, Thomas' father was still a dedicated American and strongly encouraged his sons to enlist as a way of proving to others that they were genuine Americans. After their release from the internment camp, the Nakamuras relocated to San Jose, where the father obtained work as a janitor at the state mental hospital. By the time the hospital was shut down in the 1960's, he was able to open another restaurant in San Jose. Thomas' earliest memories were as a 3-year-old living in the internment camp. He and his older brother landed a newspaper delivery route when Thomas was 12 years old and he worked continuously after that. He graduated from San Jose State University in 1965 with a BS in Civil Engineering and was now assigned to the Base Engineering Department where he was responsible for drainage issues. Thomas was a handsome, typically small-ish Asian man when I met him in 1975. He was about 34 years old and had been married to a childhood sweetheart since he was 19. Nevertheless, he still enjoyed sex with men. He was modestly endowed, measuring about six and a half in length and four and three-quarters in circumference, making him a candidate for a double penetration top.
The Memorial Day Eve pool party started at noon with a hotdog cookout. Beer and marijuana were available in abundance and the party was high-energy and eroticized from the get-go. I'd never seen more colorful or skimpier swimming trunks and more muscles and short haircuts on display in one place before. Of course, fourteen Naval officers in their twenties and thirties were guaranteed to be in great shape and most were able to rock a pair of Speedos. Oh, yeah!
Around two o'clock, Darren called for everyone's attention. When our conversations had died out and everyone was looking at the studly officer, he grabbed his bulging cock through a pair of flag red Speedos. "I doubt if this is the only cock needing sucking," he said with a lascivious grin. Several guys whooped and yelled agreements. "So, I invite anyone with a cock that needs sucking to line up beside me." Several guys jumped to their feet and began lining up. "And," Darren continued loudly, "if you'd like to suck some Navy dick, bring your mouth over here!" The would-be suckees whooped while a few more guys were lining up. Within 60 seconds, ten very hot guys were lined up along one side of the pool and their swimsuits disappeared within another 30 seconds, tossed into the pool with great enthusiasm. Beside Darren stood Thomas, Miguel, Brandon, Alex, Vern, Kris, Scott, Blade, and Alvin. Watching these studs line up and strip off were Jeff, Ted, Lawrence, and, naturally, me. We stripped, too, and got on our knees in front of the first four hot guys. Interestingly, I started with my best friend. The six guys to our right began stroking slowly as they watched us at work on their buddies. Our slurps brought moans of pleasure from our guys who were eagerly plunging into our mouths and throats with the intensity born out of need.
After about three minutes, I was tapped not too gently on top of my head. I looked to my right and Alex caught my eye. "Time to move on," he said. I removed the big hot cock belonging to Brandon from my mouth and stood partially so I could shift my feet to the side and kneel before Alex, happily drawing his eight-plus inches into my watery mouth. To my left, Lawrence shifted and took Brandon into his gullet. Ted shifted to Miguel and Jeff shifted to Thomas, leaving Darren rock hard and dripping, but unsatisfied. After what I judged to be about three minutes, I stopped my outstanding oral work and looked up at Alex. He nodded and tilted his head to my right. I released his cock and moved onto Vern while the other cocksuckers followed in turn, now leaving Thomas also hard and drippy, but without an orgasm.
When I shifted to Kris, the ripple effect of movements left Miguel without coming, too. "Damn," he muttered, "I was about to come!" Actually, the first to come was Brandon, who blew the first load of the party, straight into Jeff's happy mouth. Just before the next shift, Alex creamed in Ted's tight throat. With Brandon and Alex out of line, Jeff moved in front of me, so on the next shift, I moved to Scott while Jeff gave Blade his first BJ of the day. When Vern creamed Ted's throat, the lucky sucker moved in front of Jeff to Alvin. Meanwhile, having blown a load already, Brandon took to his knees in front of the sexy Miguel while Alex took Thomas into his mouth. When we shifted, Darren had moved to the side of Alvin, so Ted moved to Darren's big dripper. A few minutes later, I took Alvin into my mouth while Lawrence took over from me, working Blade's cock. Brandon moved to service the sexy Kris, while Vern got out of line and sprawled on a chaise. Except for those of us sucking, the only cock without a willing mouth was Scott's. Soon Alvin gave me my first taste of Navy semen that day and Darren finally got to come in Jeff's throat. When we shifted everyone standing up had a guy on his knees except for Blade so I circled back to him. Almost simultaneously Thomas nutted in Jeff while Miguel bathed Ted with his splooge. Then Blade fed me a familiar-tasting cumshot and Kris came in Alex's throat. Jeff went down on Ted, Alex went down on me, and Brandon took on Lawrence. Within minutes we'd all shot, thanks to our high level of excitement from all the cocks we'd sucked and cum we'd drunk this afternoon. After that, only Jeff had not cum, so I gladly sucked the cum out of him.
Fourteen satiated Navy studs hit the pool, now tossing the unneeded swimsuits onto the deck where they were out of our way. For half an hour, we dunked each other, tickled each other, splashed each other, raced each other, and fondled each other. Eventually several kissing pairs evolved, then formed trios before one broke away to join a different dyad.
I was pulled out of the pool by Thomas and Blade, who placed me on the leather-covered table we'd brought out from the party room that morning. Thomas straddled my head and fed me his cock while Blade lifted my legs and began rimming my ass thoroughly. Soon Ted was on his knees on one of the benches, sucking Brandon while Alex ate his hole. A few minutes later, Miguel straddled Lawrence while Scott began licking his rosebud. Thomas pulled out and dropped off the table to make room for Kris to climb up and feed me his nice dick. Thomas took over for Blade who wondered off. He didn't get far before he was on an air mattress sucking a reclining Alvin while Darren tongued his hole. Beside the table I lay on, Jeff was giving Vern some good head.
Thomas' tongue was replaced by a lubed finger, then another, then a third. I moaned my invitation around Kris' hard manmeat until Thomas penetrated me easily with his thin cock. Soon Brandon was pounding Ted's Jewish hole while Scott fucked Lawrence and Alvin banged Blade. When Kris was close to cumming, he pulled out of my throat and stepped off the table. He kissed me and licked my nipples while Thomas continued pounding away at my hole. A minute or two passed and then Kris moved away from my upper body. He lubed up and stepped to my rear. In a supreme act of friendship, Thomas withdrew and stepped aside so Kris could open me a bit more with his thicker cock. Kris also drove a bit deeper. Where Thomas was dark and small-bodied, Kris had blonde hair and blue eyes and was half a foot taller than me. Both men were a decade older than me and both were married to women. Both were handsome and pleasant men who gave me nice fucks. Over the next hour I got fucked by Miguel, Alvin, Vern, and Brandon, earning an orgasm from both Miguel and Vern and having one of my own as Miguel fucked me so powerfully.
Of course, while I was thus engaged, Blade got fucked by Alvin, Scott, and Alex while Lawrence gave it up for Jeff, Thomas, Kris, and Brandon. Ted took on Darren, Alex, and Thomas.
While Brandon was stretching my hole to its most enjoyable point, Darren appeared with that super-thick dildo of his. Showing it to me, he asked, "Do you want to take two today?"
This seemed as good a time as any, so I nodded and smiled between my moans. "Have fun, babe," Brandon said as he pulled out and headed for Lawrence's air mattress. Darren slowly worked the dildo into my ass while a couple of the guys looked on. Alex, who was pounding Blade on an air mattress nearby, watched Darren working my ass at the same time. I think that helped drive Alex to a peak and soon he screamed and came in Blade's tight end. After a moment, Alex withdrew and helped Blade sit up. He spoke quietly to his bottom, who grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Crying out loudly, Thomas bathed Ted's prostate in his juice. Alex and Blade approached the hairy bottom and spoke with him. He nodded and they helped him up. He shook his body a minute and I could see that both Blade and Ted were sporting solid erections.
All this time, Darren was reaming my asshole well with the huge dildo. As Ted and Blade approached the table where I lay with the rubber cock pounding me, Alex stepped to the center of the deck area. "Gentlemen!" he called out. Everyone turned to look at him. "We have a very special treat in store this afternoon courtesy of our newest member, Jody." There was some polite applause and a couple of shouts of encouragement. "He has been asked to make some fantasies come to life, so, today, by special request, he is going to give his wonderful asshole to Ted and Blade at the same time!"
"All right!" Jeff shouted.
"Oh, my God!" Alvin muttered almost under his breath.
"Fuck, yeah!" Vern yelled.
"What?" asked Kris.
"Two cocks at once. In his ass," Brandon explained.
"Is that possible?" Kris asked in a doubtful voice.
"Wait and see!" Brandon giggled.
Several deep whoops were uttered as Ted and Blade lubed up heavily.
"So, gather round!" Alex concluded as Darren pulled the dildo out of my already well-used hole.
Ted lay down beside me and I rolled onto him, putting one knee on each side of his abdomen and leaning down to kiss him. Blade climbed onto the table behind us as I rose to position Ted's cock at my opening. I hardly felt the thinner cock as I sat all the way down instantly. The onlookers murmured excitedly as Blade's well-lubed cockhead kissed my asshole above Ted's cock. Alex put that little brown bottle against my nose and I took in a deep breath. Instantly I felt my body go into a very relaxed mode. As Blade pushed forward, I pushed my body backward toward him. His cockhead breached my sphincter easily.
I wanted to stay cool in front of everyone, but I really couldn't. I definitely felt Blade's cock push in beside the one already in me. "Ow!" I screeched as sharp pain ripped through my ass and my entire groin.
"Damn!" someone exclaimed.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing," Kris said.
"Oh, fuck," Blade said. "Fuck, he's tight!"
I wailed, "Oh, shit!"
"Are you okay?" Alex asked.
In only a couple of seconds the pain softened. "I'm good," I said and smiled at Alex.
Blade was perfectly still. I tried to relax as I attempted to adjust to the combined thickness inside me. Silence took over the crowd as everyone waited to see if I could continue. Finally, after what seemed like a minute, the remaining pain suddenly dissipated. I drew in a deep breath. I pushed my body back on the two dicks within me, drawing them both a bit deeper.
"Fuck, that's hot!" someone said.
I glanced over my shoulder at Blade. "You may fuck me now, Blade!"
A couple of appreciative chuckles could be heard as Blade began shoving in even deeper. Soon he was almost all the way inside me. The crowd murmured. I heard Brandon say, "Way to go, Jody!"
Beside me Alex said, "You're doing great!"
Blade pulled back and fed his cock into me again. As he moved faster, I started enjoying the presence of his dick, so I cried out, "Yes, Blade! Fuck me!"
Blade moaned appreciatively as he thrust into my stuffed asshole. I leaned down to kiss Ted but laid my cheek against his instead because I needed so much air. Every thrust into me drove a big grunt out of me and made a big whap on my prostate. After a couple of minutes, I was thoroughly enjoying this act. Ted squirmed beneath me, breathing harder as his cock was scrapped by the movements of Blade's cock.
"Take those hard dicks, man!"
Darren came to the table just behind Ted's head. I looked up at him and he hit me in the cheek with the shaft of his great cock. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cockhead between my lips. I closed on the third cock inside me at that moment. I almost passed out from the thought of what this must look like. Blade slid out and in.
"Look at that boy take cock!"
"I've never seen anything like it!"
"Holy fuck!" Darren put a knee on one side of Ted's head and a couple of guys lifted him up, so he could put his other knee on the other side of Ted's head. As he stabilized on the table, I sucked his dick in until it hit the back of my throat, leaving about three inches of shaft exposed.
"I don't believe this!"
"Fuck his ass, guys!" Blade thrust into my stretched hole.
"Give it to him good, Blade. I know you can do it!" Blade thrust a bit harder.
Darren pulled his dick out several inches and then rammed it back in, fucking my mouth and trying to breach my throat. I gasped for breath as a loud groan escaped from my mouth. As he fucked my face, Darren slid his hand between my chest and Ted's tummy to grasp my hard dick that leaked on Ted's abs below me. Sensuously, he took my prick into his palm, squeezing it so sweetly. I felt my cock twitch and my balls churn.
We continued like that for a couple of minutes. Ted moaning below us. Blade fucking my stretched butthole. Darren fucking my mouth, finally pushing the last few inches in as his cockhead opened my throat. Darren gently pulling on my dick. Around us, others were stroking their cocks, even after a couple of good loads had already been given. All the multiple sources of stimulation finally drove me into an incredible orgasm as large wads of my cum began bathing Ted's abdomen, filling up the crevices between his hard muscles, coating the curly black hairs, and filling his belly button. The clenching of my asshole coupled with the other stimulation caused Ted to climax and begin adding juices to my dick sheath. That brought Blade along, too, and before Ted was finished, he began adding his load to my hole. Darren dropped off the table, jerking his cock out of my throat and past my lips. He gave his slick dick two hard pumps and began erupting, shots hitting my forehead and mouth and then raining down on Ted's pecs and finally his face.
"Fuck!" a couple of guys yelled.
"Don't drown Ted!" someone called out.
Several guys laughed, including Ted and Darren.
Blade leaned back and his cock slid out of my exhausted hole. Ted's cock dropped out quickly and I gasped with the sudden emptiness. Apparently, a stream of assjuice and cum began to leak out because within a minute a warm washcloth began gently dabbing at my hole. After a few moments, cold water started falling on my back. It was startling and uncomfortably cold and I shrieked. So did Ted, Darren, and Blade. It took a few moments to move as both Darren and Blade ran away, screaming like stuck pigs. I, of course, the real stuck pig had to rearrange legs and slide backwards to get off the table and out of the way, leaving Ted on his own to scamper to safety.
For a moment the water continued to splash on the leather cover and then, mercifully, it ended. It turned out Scott was the bastard holding the water hose, but everyone was laughing hysterically, including the victims.
Brandon and Miguel helped me to the hot tub and stepped in with me. As I sank into the scalding water, it hurt my now-cold skin, too, and I cried out. But immediately, I felt the soothing of the warm water swirling over my battered butthole. Damn, it felt good!
They hugged me and told me how wild and sexy that had been. Brandon kissed me and said he was so proud of me. Blade and Ted joined us and thanked me for an incredible experience. Guys began gathering swimsuits and leaving a little while later and by 5:00 only the hosts and Brandon and I were still there. Darren took me back to the hot tub while Brandon began cleaning up the pool area and Alex went to the kitchen to start dinner. An hour later we were chowing down on spaghetti and meatballs, fresh garlic bread, and a Caesar salad.
A bit after 8 p.m., Brandon took me to the apartment he shared with Blade. He put me in the shower and lovingly washed me. I was revived enough to wash him and then we crawled into his bed together. We cuddled up, kissed for a minute or two, and then settled into a deep sleep.
Blade had been dating a young lady from Newport News for almost a year when I got to Norfolk. Blade and Georgette celebrated their anniversary in mid-May and got engaged, which surprised all the guys who knew Blade's other side. The happy couple decided to get married in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, on June 14, so we spent the weekend there. Brandon was Blade's best man with Scott and me his groomsmen. I was paired with a sex-pistol named Chrystal who grew up with Georgette in a suburb of Philadelphia.
Chrystal managed to seduce me, thanks to some good vodka and the best Mary-Jane I'd ever had. She was a great kisser and gave fairly good head. Intercourse was not unpleasant, but it sure did feel weird. I guess she thought it was good enough, because she initiated it again the next morning. Brandon also scored with the maid of honor, another hot-to-trot Philly girl named Saundra. Saundra had huge breasts and knew how to toss them around on the dance floor. Lordy!
The next week I moved into Brandon's apartment, which was great for me. We spent a lot of time home alone when we weren't with Darren and Alex and I didn't have baseball practice or a game. I loved sharing space with Brandon, who was neat and tidy and rarely in a bad mood. We had a lot of fun together and certainly the steady always-available sex was quite special.
When baseball season ended, we began using the spare time at the apartment pool working on our tan lines with an occasional weekend at the beach, usually near Ft. Story and Cape Henry. We'd have some fun flirting with the ubiquitous high school beauties or some co-eds from Old Dominion and maybe get to cruise a cute guy now and then. One Saturday afternoon I went to the apartment of a tall auburn-haired stud I met on the beach. He was cute with the hardest pecs I'd ever encountered. Damn! His dick was also quite hard when he pushed it seven inches deep into my rectum. We laughed when we discovered we were both stationed at the same base, though he was a seaman. I think he got off on fucking an officer, even one as low ranked as me. He was about to depart on an aircraft carrier on a six-month deployment, so we only got together that one time.
Independence Day fell on Friday that year, giving us a 3-day weekend that was perfect for a guys-only cruise on Chesapeake Bay. Our ship was actually a houseboat that was over 60-feet long and had the very apropos name Party Boy. We departed the marina just before 10:00 on a gorgeous cloud-free summer day with 18 horndogs onboard. We'd lost Blade to pussy, but many of my friends and fuck-buddies were ready to rumble. The usual suspects (Brandon, Darren, Alex, Scott, Vern, Kris, Ted, Jeff, Lawrence, Miguel, Alvin, Thomas, and me) were joined by five other Naval officers: ENS Earl Bender, ENS Doug Clark, LTJG Arnie Hayes, LTCDR Sam Parsons, and CDR Fred Garrison.
Earl was about six feet with a medium build and, I found out later, very toned muscles. He had blue eyes and dark hair that covered his body somewhat heavily. He was well tanned and had a tattoo of the Navy insignia on his left bicep. He was nice looking with a deep, sexy cleft in his chin and a 5 o'clock shadow at noon. He hailed from Flagstaff, Arizona, and was an avid skier. He worked with Scott and Vern as an MP.
Doug, originally from Lubbock, Texas, was a slender six-footer with light brown hair and blue eyes. He'd graduated from Texas Tech a year earlier with a bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering and was currently in the base engineering department. His left bicep was adorned with a tattoo of an old sailing ship, probably like pirates had used in the 1600's. He was good looking and I sensed he was also quite good-hearted. I liked Doug instantly with his broad smile and his West Texas drawl.
LTJG Arnie Hayes was born and raised in Dodge City, Kansas, and had a western pioneer vibe about him. He was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed, muscle-jock with a Mechanical Engineering degree from Kansas State University and was assigned to ship repair at Norfolk. When he took his shirt off, I noticed he had a globe tattooed on his right bicep and the USN insignia on his left bicep. When he took his shorts off later, I noticed he hardened to almost eight thick inches. Yummy!
LTCDR Sam Parsons, who was in his late thirties, was about my height and a few pounds heavier. He had good musculature, medium brown hair that was seriously receding, and darker blue eyes. He had an anchor tattoo on his left breast above his nipple and towards his armpit. He also had the Navy insignia on his right bicep. He was somewhat average looking, but with a well-kept body and a nice personality. When I talked with him over beers, he told me he had been married for a bit more than a decade and had two sons, 8 and 5, and a girl, just about two. He was due to ship out on an aircraft carrier in about a month.
CDR Garrison, Fred as we called him, was our oldest guest. He was about 40 or 41, was of English, Scottish, and Mexican ancestry and had grown up in Dallas, which was reflected in his strong Texas accent. He had beautiful irises that changed color from gray to hazel to amber, depending on the ambient lighting. I was fascinated by his eyes. He wasn't particularly handsome but certainly wasn't ugly either. Like most of the guys in our august group, Fred had a tattoo on his left bicep, the Navy emblem. When we chatted during the cruise, I learned that he had graduated from the US Naval Academy in 1957 with a degree in Naval Architecture. He was married with four kids, his oldest, a son, entering the Academy in the fall. He'd just returned from an eight-month cruise and this was his first event with us since his return. That explained why he was so keen on fucking every guy who would bottom, I reckon. Once I got over my intimidation with his rank and could relate to him like any other man (almost, at least), I found I liked Fred. I was sure he would have a lot of interesting stories of life onboard a floating city with a few thousand horny sailors for months at a time.
Even though I'd been in the Navy for a year, this was my first cruise and I was very excited about the adventure, not to mention the myriad possibilities with 17 cocks for 3 days. Oooh, baby! That afternoon, with our own Navy Commander (Fred) at the helm, we cruised out into the bay and headed out through the mouth of the Bay toward open ocean. Passing by the famous Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel was exciting. Feeling the power of the ocean waves coming into us as we moved out of the mouth of the Bay was awesome. We reached Cape Henry and a long row of breakwaters protecting Ft. Story before the Captain, technically Commander, veered slowly to the north in a long U-turn, retraced our route until we had re-crossed the Tunnel and then tacked to the north into the main channel of Chesapeake Bay instead of entering the James River and Norfolk Harbor. By that time, it was after 3 and quite a bit of beer had been consumed. The crew was well beyond tipsy and it was difficult for the more sober officers to keep the more inebriated officers from having sex on the deck in full view of a Holland America cruise ship we passed about a quarter of a mile off our starboard side. Luckily, we were heading out of the metropolitan area for the evening's celebrations, but it was almost 6:30 when we finally dropped anchor in a secluded inlet where we had a high degree of privacy. Brandon told me we were in Mobjack Bay, which had been a pirates' cove at some point in the 1700's.
Lunch had been cold sandwiches, chips, and beer, so, soon after we were stable in the cove, a couple of the guys went into the galley to begin baking potatoes and cooking baked beans for dinner. After about an hour, two mountainous platters of T-bones were brought out for Alex and his assistant Scott to cook on a large grill standing on the lower deck. Since I was the only "virgin" onboard, I got one of the first steaks and all the fixings. You're probably wondering how I, slut that I am, could be considered a virgin, especially when I'd been ass-fucked numerous times by at least half the passengers and crew. I understand your confusion. Actually, I was the only person onboard the boat for the first time. That was my only credential as a virgin.
The boat had an upper deck, from which the Captain or his designee steered the ship. It was also a great place to sit to sightsee as the boat moved around the bay as well as a great open-air seating area for a scrumptious meal. Along with a fabulous steak dinner, I enjoyed a couple of glasses of a tasty Merlot that set off the flavor of the food and helped dissipate any small inhibitions I might have brought on board with me. Joining me on the deck were Sam, Vern, Alvin, Thomas, Earl, Doug, and eventually Darren and Fred. Fred told me that I was exempt from any cooking or cleaning duties since I was a "virgin", which earned a lot of laughter and a "Not for long, I hope" from Doug.
We were also told there was to be no "hanky-panky" until after we'd seen the fireworks over Norfolk. I was surprised we were still close enough to the city to be able to see the fireworks, but about 10:00 we saw a very nice show along the tops of the trees on the south side of our little lagoon. Not long after the finale of the show died out over the trees, swimsuits and shorts began hitting the deck and arms reached out to the nearest graspable man-flesh.
I spent the next hour on my knees servicing ensigns, lieutenants, and commanders without discrimination. Most of the guys saved their loads for later, but I did get a couple of tasty morsels, from Sam and from Scott. Ted came up to help out and took a load from Alvin, I think. On the lower deck, Jeff and Lawrence were the primary cocksuckers.
At some signal I didn't catch, Ted and I were upended and placed face-down on the benches on opposite sides of the deck. Soon, tongues began exploring my anus. I assume the same was happening to Ted. He and I began moaning and several of the guys milled around above me sort of waiting their turns to feed on my dick sheath. I enjoyed a long and athletic string of ass lickers and was quite nicely relaxed when, finally, a greasy finger breached my hole for the first time. Special effort was made by several of the guys to find and massage my prostate, which turned me on even more, as if I could get more turned on.
Fred fed me his nice seven and a quarter inches, so I could get him ready for the cruise's first penetration. I learned later the group's tradition is that the ranking officer gets to fuck whoever he wants as the opener of the cruise. I guess it was an honor to get the Commander's cock first, but frankly it was just great to feel some meat sliding into my hungry asshole, no matter whose body it was attached to. For the next hour and a half or so, tops wandered from Ted's butt to mine and occasionally went down the narrow stairs to sample Jeff and Lawrence on the lower deck. Of course, the guys who had started on the lower deck slowly came to the upper deck, so, in the course of the evening, I think I got fucked by every top on board. Although the dicks varied in both length and girth, I truly enjoyed every one of them. Some tops were gentle while others were wild and passionate, and a couple were down-right rough.
For an hour or more, the tops didn't stay engaged long enough to cum, but eventually they began pumping long and hard until they would scream out and fill one of our asses with their Naval semen. I came twice as my ass and prostate received so much lovely stimulation. I counted two orgasms from Ted and heard Jeff and Lawrence screaming several times, too. Most of the tops limited their endeavors to one orgasm during this hot round robin fuckathon. I got loads from Scott, Vern, Alvin, Thomas, and my good-buddy Brandon. When I thought everything was over, Jeff appeared to fuck a final load out of his balls after taking his share of cum up his butt. He was so hot that he only lasted about two minutes before he unloaded deep in my ass, too.
I'm not sure how it happened, but I slept the night in a bed between Sam and Fred. The next morning, I learned that each bottom sleeps with two tops in one of the six bedrooms on the Party Boy.
When I awoke it was after ten and my tops were gone. I found the head where I relieved myself and washed up before throwing on my tangerine-hued Speedo and wandering out to the galley and mess hall. A giant breakfast of sausage, eggs, and biscuits with gravy was underway, thanks to the culinary skills of Sam and Brandon. I sat on Alvin's lap to drink a cup of coffee, then took his place at the table when he was finished. Until I sat down to watch him eat (and steal a couple of bites of sausage), I didn't realize how hungry I was. When I finally got my own plate of food, I practically devoured it, probably because of the huge amount of energy I had expended since dinner last night.
Somebody announced that we would pull anchor at 2:00 to sail to the marina at Severn for showers and to go out to dinner. That was about three hours away. The dilemma of how to while away the time was solved when Miguel and Earl dragged me out to the lower deck, stole my tangerine Speedo, and tossed me onto my back atop a bench near the rear railing. Miguel had my legs over my chest and Earl had his tongue buried in my hole before I took a second breath. When I opened my mouth to moan, Miguel's seven-and-a-half inches of brown cock forced themselves between my teeth and through my mouth, banging against my throat constriction before I knew he was inside me. We soon drew a crowd of onlookers, who eventually selected Jeff to service them.
Soon Earl's tongue was replaced by a different tongue and then a few lubed-up fingers. When Earl's cock slipped into me I noticed his cock felt a bit different than the others because it had a natural curve in its shaft, causing it to rake my prostate with slightly more force than most of the other guys' cocks. Earl blessed me with a hot load in my ass before Miguel took over plowing my bunghole until he added his special hot sauce to my rectum.
When I came up for air, Jeff was getting pounded by Darren on one side of me and Thomas had put his bottom in service to Fred and his mouth in service to Scott, who were above the Asian man and leaning together in a very sexy kiss. By the time I climbed to the upper deck I found Brandon banging the hell out of the very hunky Miguel, whose golden-skinned round asscheeks were high behind him split deeply by Brandon's big boy.
Brandon smiled at me and I moaned, "Holy shit! That's so hot!" I stood riveted to the coupling in front of me for a moment before hands touched my buns to pull them apart. Soon a sailor began felching my ass. For a while I didn't know who was dining on the leftovers of Earl's and Miguel's loads, all mixed and briefly aged in my hot ass. Eventually I saw it was Scott feasting on the bounty in my hole.
"Now that you've cleaned me out," I said to the Black Cherokee, "you owe me a refill."
He grinned up at me. "A debt I will enjoy paying, babe!" We leaned against the railing to enjoy Brandon breeding the hunky Miguel. Fred joined us, tugging absentmindedly on his cock.
After a couple of minutes, Brandon cried out as he splooged Miguel's innards. Quickly Fred approached the couple, where he indicated to Brandon that he wanted a turn. So, Brandon withdrew and Fred took Miguel's squishy asshole. That was a super-hot coupling, too. Scott and I stored up the image of these two, but relaxed a few minutes until the commander screamed out his satisfaction.
Things were winding down and we began preparing to take our Party Boy to Severn. I thought I was never going to find my tangerine Speedo, but finally found it under a bench on the lower deck, recently covered in someone's semen. I rinsed it over the side and slipped it on as we got underway.
The Party Boy put in at the York River Yacht Haven near Gloucester Point and the guys took over the showers for the next hour as everyone washed away the sweat, salt, and semen from their sleek bodies. Most of us shaved, too, and then everyone returned to the boat to dress in tight Tees and shorts for our sail across the wide York River to Yorktown, of Revolutionary War fame. We abandoned ship for a trek through this little seaside village where we hit a couple of souvenir stores and quickly collected in a quaint harborside bar and restaurant, which instantly elevated the testosterone level, not to mention the beauty and noise level, along with the profitability of the place. The bartender, a barely-21-if-at-all local boy, got a little nervous as our (literal) boatload of drinkers bellied up to his bar. Seeing, or maybe just sensing, his plight, the manager, a grizzled seaman pushing 60, joined him. Together they opened beers, pulled tap levers, and mixed cocktails like the world was going to end in fifteen minutes. I'd say we were only there four or five minutes before the last man (Jeff) was served.
Darren told the manager we would like a nice table overlooking the water for 5:30. As the manager moved to the hostess to get her started with our accommodations, we enjoyed hanging out in public together. I noticed that the few others in the place in mid-afternoon almost stopped conversing with their friends as they increasingly watched our group's interactions. When I tried to view my compatriots as strangers might, I could see how mesmerizing this large group of gorgeous, sexy, and relaxed men would be. Even a woman as old as Grandma Ida looked at us with unbridled lust in her eyes. I called her to Brandon's attention and he commented that he imagined in all her many decades she had never seen so many hot guys together.
There was quite a bit of friendly affectionate touching between the officers, but I never saw anything that would seem inappropriate to even the most conservative outsider. Frankly, it was nice to have this break from constant sex, although I was looking forward to getting back to our secluded cove in a few hours.
At 5:30, we were herded into the restaurant, disturbing the few early diners as we made our way to a row of four tables turned together and stretching along a good portion of the windows facing the wide river. From our table, we could watch yachts on the waters and seagulls swooping and squawking and occasionally dipping into the water as they chased dinner. The pelicans seemed like the most macho birds in the harbor and I particularly enjoyed watching them dining on whatever they could scoop into their big bills.
After dozens of crabs and a hundred shrimp had been consumed, we lingered over coffee and dessert for a while. Our hunger nicely slaked and our blood-alcohol levels nicely elevated, there seemed to be a rapid uptick in the libido level within the group. Almost as a unit, we agreed it was time to sail back to Mobjack Bay. We settled our bills, placed generous tips for the servers, and again ended all conversations as we began rising and strutting through the tables leading to the main entrance. It was still early, just a few minutes after 7:00, so the Saturday dinner crowd was at its peak with a couple of dozen folks scattered around near the door. Brandon and I happened to be at the rear of the line as we passed through the crowd. This line of sexy dudes must have aroused a lot of attention because I heard a woman ask her husband what kind of group we were. When he caught my eye, I smiled broadly and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. I swear he turned red as he realized he had just been flirted with and by a sexy young man, too! I didn't hear what he told his wife about us.
We piled into the boat and Captain Fred took us back to the cove as we watched the early evening frolicking of the waterfowl and fish that flopped around the boat. We saw some deer feeding in the woods along the shore and the sun dropped to the treetops before we arrived at our special spot. By the time the anchor was sitting on the shallow bottom, most of the guys were buck naked as they enjoyed a beer before getting amorous.
Lawrence came to me as I sat on the lower deck watching the last part of the orange, tangerine, and purple beauty of the sunset. "Hey, Jody," he said quietly, "come to the upper deck with me."
I followed him up the narrow stairs and found a big wooden structure standing in the middle of the upper deck. At first I didn't know what it was, but after walking part of the way around it, I realized it was a replica of a stockade from the dark ages.
Seeing my puzzled look, Lawrence said, "It's a pillory."
"Like a stockade?"
"Yes. From the Middle Ages."
From behind me a deep, resonant voice said, "Used to restrain wayward citizens for public humiliation."
Swiveling around, I smiled at Sam. "I can't imagine why it's here," I said coyly.
"We were hoping you might like to spend a while in restraints," Lawrence said with a lascivious grin.