Disclaimer:
If you have made it this far, then by now you should know this is a story involving gay male sex with consenting adults and adult situations. If you are not legally allowed to view this material or if it will offend your sensibilities, then leave and leave quickly cause the fun is just about to begin...
Also: I loved the hotties I saw at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. All information about locations are from their handbook and google maps. This story is in no way affiliated to any person or the Academy there. The characters and situations are fiction.
Note to Readers: If you haven't discovered by now, I really like spandex whether it be zentai or speedo sized... sometimes it will be fleeting, but I will always put some in... I would love to know what my fellow readers think... so if you have a thought or a suggestion, drop me a line DCNightwolf1@yahoo.com
Academy Love: Annapolis By: DCNightwolf1
Cody stopped with his hand on the doorknob and adjusted the singlet under his jeans. The hint of a smile played on his lips as his hands glided down the slick fabric. His minds eye flicked back to a few minutes ago.
Stretching the navy blue fabric with the silver side strip over his six pack abdominals, the gold "NAVY" settled into place across his cut pectorals. In tradition, he lifted the straps above his head and squatted allowing the fabric to pull tight to his whole body. The mirror reflected the enamel of his teeth shown in the setting sun out his window while he examined his full body in the mirror hanging next to his cadet uniforms. Cody's dusky brown hair was cut to regulation and his green eyes twinkled like emeralds. His body hardened by rigorous PT. His skin kissed by the sun.
Standing after a quick set of push ups and crunches, Cody stretched his (1.78 meter) five foot 10 inches, Cody took a glance to make sure the door was closed. He drew his forefinger up the cleft in his gluts, adding more definition to his cheeks. The wrestler glanced at the clock on his roommate's desk and hurried to get dressed. It had been nice taking extra time to get ready since Josh had already abandoned their room for a weekend home with his family in Charleston. From the bed where they had been laid out, Cody took a loose t-shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. His jeans, on the other hand, were tight enough that Josh had remarked you could tell Cody's religion! As they slid over his singlet, he tucked the golden shirt into his 29 inch waist band and carefully bloused it over his black belt. White ankle socks and tennis shoes with electric blue accents made the outfit as the 20 year old college student grabbed his backpack and slid the pass into his back left pocket; his license, and his credit card into the right.
His mind now returned to the present and the warrior set his face impassive, and turning the knob, opened the door. Cody stepped out into Bancroft Hall's busy 3rd floor hallway to find 1st years on their hands and knees scrubbing the floors and the upperclassmen taking off for what would hopefully be a beautiful fall weekend. He threw his keys into his backpack's lowest pocket and set off for the stairs and across the yard.
Cody was a cadet with the United States Naval Academy. On the Marine track, Cody had been a member of the college student body for over two years. Set on the beautiful Annapolis Harbor, the Academy was his home and the home of over 4000 other Midshipmen. In addition to getting his degree in Oceanography and Near Shore Studies, Midshipment 2nd class Fitzgerald was also on the Water Polo and Wrestling Teams. As a matter of fact, Cody thought, among the eight articles of clothing in his backpack, was his dark blue speedo. Many of his fellow cadets didn't know, but Cody preferred the body clinging fabrics of his swimsuits whenever on his own time.
His eyes twinkled behind his sunglasses as he showed his pass to the Shore Patrol. Cody walked through Gate 1 and into a weekend free from discipline and regs. He quickened his pace up Compromise St and his dog tags gave off a muffled jingle as they bounced on his chest. His skin tingled on his thighs as the slick fabric rubbed against well muscled legs. Crossing over the 6th Street bridge he forced himself to slow down but no longer fought the grin spread across his soft cranberry lips. He turned left onto Chesapeake Ave. Three quick blocks and he found he couldn't restrain himself any longer as he broke into a run turning onto Second St. The wind flew through his hair as his feet pounded the pavement. The muffled thud matched in rhythm to the thudding of his heart as the pavement turned to wood and pylons of the pier replaced homes. Practically skidding to a stop, the young marine to be yelled "Ahoy Matey!" and jumped aboard a boat called "The Little Dingy".
"The Little Dingy" was anything but little. At 60 ft long, the Ocean Odyssey vessel stood ready for sea. The ship was painted a vivid blue down to the water line and up from the railings, white caressed her hull. Cody stumbled as he stepped over the cleat holding the aft of the ship to the dock. It hadn't been for the rocking of the boat. It had been for the instant hardening to granite of his shaft. His manhood had become rigid as the owner and captain of the boat stuck his head out of the lower cabin and with a grin waved Cody aboard.
The men began a routine that started a year ago. Cody tossed his bag on the couch inside the cabin door and made his way aft and released the line from the cleat as the flaxen haired stud cast off the bow. Drawing in the lines and the bumpers, wrestling built legs pushed them away from the dock as the throaty roar of the engines filled the air. Within moments, the captain had navigated them into the bay and brought the `Dingy" to a nice cruising speed of 24 knots. Moving through the lower doorway, Cody moved past the galley and into the bunkroom. Pulling his t-shirt off, he moved his tags to hang down his back. The hunk sat down on the red sheeted bed and removed his pants and bent down to tie his shoes back on. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he adjusted his thick member to lay straight up his body and onto his lower abs.
Cody paused. He turned back to the queen sized bunk along the cabin wall. With a wicked grin, he knew the captain would be waiting for him. He took a moment to lay face down on the satin sheets and began to grind himself into the mattress. The nylon/spandex of his uniform slid perfectly on the slick sheets and he was on edge in moments. Drawing a deep breath, Fitzgerald pulled at his straps, groaning at the tightening fabric. Adjusting his 10 inch mast to be pre-eminently displayed, Cody left the cabin and climbed the winding staircase to the bridge.
The captain was guiding his lady out to an island a few minutes away. There, the men would drop anchor for dinner. His tennis shoes giving Cody traction, he walked up behind the captain and wrapped his arms under his shoulders and pressed himself against the bare torso. Cody nuzzled the neck of the 67 inche sea god. Poseidon dropped the engine to idle and turned in the navy man's arms.
"Cody. I've missed you." He said in a husky voice.
"I've missed you too, Dylan." Misty eyed with happiness, Cody felt Dylan wrap his arms around him and slide his hands up and down the brunette's singlet. Without another thought the men found each other's kiss.
As Dylan's tongue probed Cody's mouth, the wrestler ran his hands in his lover's thick, long blonde hair. With a muscular body to match, Dylan held Cody in place while the other unbuttoned the khaki shorts the captain was wearing.
A button and a zipper later, Cody stood back to look down. Clad in a silver speedo with a blue 8 on one hip and an "N" on the back left cheek, Dylan proudly displayed himself and his 12 inch monster. Dylan felt his jaw open slightly as he took in Cody and noticed not only the dick throbbing under the spandex, but also where the pre-cum had left a silver dollar sized patch of darkened fabric that was growing.
"You're wearing my polo trunks huh?" A now almost rabid coed gasped as he stood trembling.
The pirate of a different sort merely nodded, unable to summon his voice. The hazel eyed master of destiny could stand it no longer and dropped to his knees and engulfed Cody's massive dong with his mouth and sucked as mightily as he could. Fitzgerald moaned with pleasure. He threaded his hands into the blonde hair bobbing before him. Inhaling deeper, the mass of spandex and manhood slid deeper into Dylan. Under the onslaught of passion, Cody was lost in a frenzy as the tongue wrapped itself around his cock and did damn near unspeakable things to his package. The assault ravaged the athlete who sucked in heaving breathes as he could. The Master of Oral Pleasure was in his element clutching and clawing at his lover's ass trying to swallow more in a craving that was insatiable.
The slurping and groans abated. The midshipmen's cock slide from Dylan's throat. In anguish, Cody begged for it not to stop and collapsed gently to the thick carpet of the bridge. The sweat and heat rolled off of Cody and hid the fact that Dylan had deftly moved the singlet around the navy man's ankles. Trying to make sense of it all and fighting to think clearly, the battle was lost in both men as Cody began to feel his back press into the carpet. Dylan had mounted and began doing pushups, his mouth once again taking Cody's dick.
As the taller boy yelled in glee, his voice was choked off by the entrance of the captain's dick to his throat. Rather than fight for air, the jock grab the now bare ass of his lover and greedily took more and more of the man meat. Both men locked in a death grip upon each other, their hips pumped and ground. Cody almost lost his mind as Dylan took his full 10 inches and then began stuffing Cody's nuts in his mouth without stopping. This forced him to lose all control. With one hand, he pushed his middle finger all the way into Dylan's entrance. With the other, he forced his friend to bury his face in his pubes. Finally, the wrestler shoved his hips with all his might and released his massive load down the captain's throat.
But the pleasure would be all Cody's as his ass was split by Dylan's finger and his face was crushed by the pelvic bone of his lover.
Both men rolled over and over around the bridge as they drunk in each other's nectar and twitched as they lovingly caressed each other's bodies.
Dylan rolled off Cody whose swollen member left a slime trail as it dribbled the remains of his load onto Dylans' chin. He bucked twice as he felt Cody still flex the finger buried in his ass.
Cody lay with a grin beside his lover who was painting Cody's pecs and abs with leftover cum.
"That was amazing Code." Dylan gasped.
"Thank you. It was hard saving three days for you."
"Three days?! That was three days worth of jizz?!" The captain and the athlete helped each other to stand and grip the side of the cabin. Cody admired the Captain's naked body while standing there in nothing but his shoes, socks and dog tags. Dylan staggered back to the wheel and turned the engines back on.
"Actually," Cody said in bedevilment. "That was only two days worth."
And as Dylan shifted the throttle forward, Cody grabbed his hips and slammed his dick back into his lover. Over the howls of pleasure, Cody showed him just where the third day's worth of liquid love was. And where is was going.
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