Naval Tradition VI: Baseball Dreams

Written with Corporal Cody

Philadelphia, Fall 2006

I'd owe my coworker, Carolyn, a huge favor - in addition to the Christmas Eve shift I was going to cover for her. She knew I wanted to go to the Army-Navy game despite being scheduled to work. Maybe she thought it was just Navy loyalty since Dad was a captain, or that I had some buddy I wanted to join up with. But in Norfolk, attending the game was not unusual in the least. 

That Sunday after Thanksgiving, Carolyn asked me if I would be interested in trading shifts that next weekend. That would mean Saturday and Sunday off. I could probably drive up to meet Sean after my Friday shift. It would be a late night, but I had a feeling Sean and his buddies would be partying some that night anyway at one of the many bars downtown.

I texted Sean once I got the chance. "Invitation to Philly still stand?" I typed. "I think I can swing Saturday and Sunday off."

My phone buzzed a few seconds later with a reply.

"Absolutely," he wrote. "I still have that spare ticket, too"

I arranged things at work. And that evening, back at the house over dinner, I told Dad, who I knew had plans to attend this year's game with Jack and his normal group of officer buddies. 

He grinned. "Hopefully I'll see you there," he said. Then, reading my face as I sat next to him at the dinner table, added, "But if you and Sean want your space, Slugger, I get it."

"We'll see, Dad," I said. I was glad Dad wanted to meet Sean, but I wasn't sure Sean was ready for that.

Still, I was excited all week, and Sean and I texted and called more than usual. I missed seeing Sean and this felt like a bonus trip. And even more of a bonus came Friday afternoon at work, when the store manager came over and told me things were slow enough that I could take off early, if I wanted. Of course I said yes.

I texted Sean and told him I wouldn't be too late getting to Philly after all. I also called Dad to tell him I was getting on the road. He was still on base and wouldn't be leaving until later that evening. He wished me a safe drive, again suggesting that he might get to see me. By 2:30 I'd hit the road.

It was a long drive, and it took me a while to find parking. Once I got out and made my way to Sean's last location, though, I enjoyed the energy of the city. It had been an unseasonably warm December day, and even around 8 p.m. the night air was mild enough for me to walk around in just a plain hoodie and jeans. I knew Sean and his buddies probably would have eaten by now, so I found a place for a quick burger, then found my way to the bar where Sean texted they'd be. I wasn't familiar with the city, but I asked someone for directions and pretty soon was walking into a packed pub kind of place that was raucous with the military crowd. I was surrounded by men in buzzcuts as I maneuvered my way into the bar, brushing and being brushed up against one male military body after another.

It was a different vibe than the places Dad had taken me, the ones popular with the military officers and ex-officers. This crowd was younger and louder, but everyone seemed to be in a great drinking mood. As I neared the back of the pub, Sean spotted me just as I noticed his tall frame sticking out. His crewcut, high ‘n tight was instantly familiar despite the fact that everyone in the room had just about the same buzz. Sean was wearing just a black T-shirt, emblazoned with "ARMY" over one pec and a subdued American flag on his sleeve. It looked snug across his sculpted chest and shoulders, and around his thick biceps. He gave a quick wave and I was making my way through the crowd and across the bar. 

I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw his crooked smile. He was happy to see me, too. Despite being surrounded by military men, Sean was hands down the most handsome man here. 

"Heya Jim," Sean said with a huge grin as he gave me a buddy pat on the back. I wanted to kiss him something bad, but we were both aware of our surroundings.

Sean was with five other guys, clearly military and around Sean's age, standing and leaning against a tight space at the bar. There were only three stools, but Sean quickly offered me his seat as I took off my hoodie. Sean smirked at me, and I'd like to think it was because the way my own athletic body was more on display in my own short sleeve T-shirt. 

"This here is Jim," Sean said, his grin big and wide as I took off my ball cap and fixed my probably messy blond hair. I felt his large hand on my shoulder, and I had an inclination Sean had mentioned me before to the other guys.

Sean's introductions were too quick for me to remember everyone, but as Sean went to get a round of beers, I began talking to the guys. 

Kevin and Joe I'd heard Sean talk about a lot. They were his best friends - both Army, though Joe was a commissioned officer, a Major in his late 30s. Kevin was closer to Sean's age and also a higher-ranking, non-commissioned officer, a First Sergeant, in a different infantry division, not the 82nd. Our conversation as we made small talk was normal, but I knew from Sean that Joe and Kevin were a couple. They were a cute couple too, physically and in their personalities. Joe was the earnest one of the two, Kevin the outgoing funny one with a brasher sense of humor that seemed to match Sean's. 

At that moment, I wished Sean and I had been able to have sex before going out, because my libido was spiking from not having gotten off. I mean, the guys weren't quite in Sean's league, but they were older military men who still pushed my buttons - Major Joe more cute-handsome, and First Sergeant Kevin more thickly muscled on his shorter height. The other guys, too, were appealingly handsome in their casual Army-logo attire and their buzz haircuts.

"You already forgotten their names?" Kevin asked in my ear, making himself heard over the crowd and music. 

"Afraid so," I admitted. 

I knew how to act around officers, but I was trying to figure out how to interact with these NCOs. They were older, experienced military men, but they were gruffer than Dad’s officer buddies.

Kevin patted my shoulder in a friendly way. "Left to right... Sergeant Major Mike, Master Sergeant Mike, and Major Garrett. Middle Mike we call Novak half the time. They're all straight but cool guys," he explained, just above a whisper.

I nodded. It was great to finally meet Sean's buddies, but also to be included in their brotherhood, knowing I could relax and not worry about anything, even if they had more than a hint that Sean and I were together. 

I asked Kevin how he knew Sean, and he said they met at their first duty station in their early 20s. They went to Basic Leadership Course together. And as fresh Sergeants, they even deployed to Desert Storm together.

"What are you telling Jim about me?" Sean growled to Kevin with a cheeky grin as he came back with a fresh round for the guys and a bottle in hand for me. 

Kevin smirked. "Just some friendly advice," he said cagily. "Mostly about rooting for Army tomorrow."

I took the beer from Sean, and he laughed and clapped his hand on my shoulder for a second. Affectionate but not overly so. I could see that Kevin and Joe could read between the lines at the way Sean had been subtly touching me so far. "He's right, big guy. Them's the rules." Sean said.

"What?" Joe asked, not following. 

"Jim's here's a Navy brat," Sean explained. "Son of a bigshot Navy Captain." 

I blushed a little. Not only was Sean teasing me, I was already self conscious about being the only younger guy in the group, and the only civilian, too. Thankfully one of the Mikes had joined in on our conversation. 

"Don't let them razz you," he said. "Those fuckers each can yell loud enough for two tomorrow."

It was a fun time over the next couple hours. The guys were already buzzed and I caught up with them as Sean brought me a pint and a shot. Besides Kevin and Joe, I talked most with Garrett, who I found out was an officer buddy of Joe's. He'd played baseball at West Point, so we had a lot to talk about. He was a good 15 years older than me but he'd known guys who'd gone into the minors, and we talked about teams. And it was also cool to hear more about Army life. Garrett was stationed at Fort Campbell, the commander of a company. He'd been stationed with Joe in the same battalion years before and this was kind of a reunion for them. It was a lot like Dad with a couple of his officer buddies.

Sean was in the middle of conversation with Novak as we would occasionally catch each other's stare. He'd curl his lips and slyly wink at me. I'd laugh and blush a little before both of us returned to our conversations.

Eventually, Kevin and Joe were calling it a night, and the Mikes and Garrett were planning their next bar. 

"Bro, hopefully one with some eye candy," Novak chimed in. Indeed, the bar was filled mostly with military guys.

Sean meanwhile leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Wanna head back to the room, Hot Stuff?" he growled.

Looking up at him, I nodded like an eager puppy. "Yeah," I replied.

I'd been worried sex wouldn't be in the cards that night, but I got the feeling from Sean's tone and eye contact that he had something on his mind, too. So we said goodnight to the guys. There was a knowing look in Kevin's eyes as he said goodnight to Sean. I think he knew what Sean and I were about to do. I said goodnight one more time to all the guys and followed Sean out the door.

The night was still warm, and I carried my hoodie in my hand as we made our way down the still busy city blocks. It was nice to walk outside in just a short-sleeve shirt and jeans. We made a detour to my car to get my bag, then made our way to Sean's hotel.

Sean had put on his Army fleece, well-fit on his military build and looking more tactical with zippers and pockets on the chest and sleeves. He was in a great mood. "Novak can be a bit much sometimes," he said. "But he's a good guy." 

I hadn't noticed anything about Mike Novak, or any of the others. "He was fine," I said. "It was great to meet your friends."

Sean looked over. "I may have been talking you up to Kevin and Joe some," he said with a smirk. "You know, bragging a little bit."

I laughed. "Yeah?" I was flattered by my boyfriend's behavior.

The Soldier nodded. "You're sex on a stick, kiddo. It's fun to show you off a little... hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. Having this hunk flatter me wouldn't get old, I decided. "Not at all."

His voice dropped to a quieter register as we got closer to the hotel. "So... I made a promise that fucking is off the table... I don't know why I agreed to two times, Jim."

I hadn't forgotten about that promise. Part of me craved a Sean Carter fuck, but mostly I wanted to explore other things. If this was our compromise for not being able to top Sean, I wanted to take advantage of it. "But you did, Chief," I smiled. "Come on... it'll be hot."

"What do you have in mind?" he asked.

"You'll see," I said. 

Inside the room, I tossed my overnight bag and hoodie next to Sean's Army duffle. We didn't fiddle with the lights, but the lamp was still on and I could enjoy the vision of Sean's body as he slowly peeled his fleece off and tossed it aside. This was a nicer hotel than the one where Sean and I hooked up the previous year. But I didn't care either way. I just enjoyed seeing Sean and being with him now.

He stepped up to me, and his fingers grazed my arms through my shirt then down my sides.

I took off my cap, my hair probably still messy, tossing in on the bed as I wrapped my hands around both his wide back and thick neck. Sean growled softly as he tilted his parting lips towards mine. I felt his hot breath and sharp scruff on my lips a second before he slowly plunged his thick tongue into my waiting mouth. I moaned into his kiss, my hand around his neck taking a fist-full of his shirt collar, my fingers also gripping the ball chain of his dogtags. 

In turn, Sean's hands clutched my waist, holding me tight as he took slow control of our kiss, sensually sucking at my lips and feeding me his tongue. I could taste the beer on him, as I'm sure he could mine. 

"So good to see you, Jimmy," he hissed quietly as he finally pulled back for a good look at me. "You look fucking amazing."

"You, too, Chief," I hissed. My hand moved from his thick neck down to his plated pecs. "I missed you," I confessed, hoping that wasn't too clingy a thing to say, but it was the truth. 

"Missed ya too, kiddo," the man said in full sincerity as he touched his forehead to mine. I could tell from his voice, he wasn't just humoring me or telling me what I wanted to hear. "I know we gotta lot to talk about this weekend," he said, referencing the kind of relationship stuff we'd been discussing over the phone. "...but how 'bout we just have some fun tonight?"

I ran my hands under the hem of his Army T-shirt and enjoyed the feel of soft hair along his firm belly. "Sound great to me, Chief," I said, using my pet name for him. Sean had once reminded me that it was the Navy term for his Army rank, but in my mind he was just "Chief." 

Sean laughed a bit while my hands fumbled for the button of his jeans before opening them and reaching in to grope that thick 7-inch cock. I felt it up for a second to feel the heat and the dewy precum Sean was leaking, my first indication the guy was pretty worked up, like he'd been saving his load for this weekend. 

I let go and pulled back to kick off my shoes and undo my own jeans. We started a slow strip tease, then got impatient, peeling off the rest of our clothes. I knew I was harder than normal, since it had been a couple of days since I'd stroked off. I'd wanted to save everything up for sex with Sean, though now I wondered if that was a good idea. I didn't want to cum too quickly now that we were gonna do it. 

The leg of Sean's jeans caught on his foot but he wiggled them off and soon was as naked as me. His beautiful cock was rock hard, sticking out at a good angle from his full crotch. He looked fighting fit, and covered in fine dark hairs. But he also had the look of a man his age, with his more mature body and denser build.

"God, Jimmy... you look so fuckable," he growled as his tags softly jingled between his pecs. 

I stepped up to him, placing my hands on his chest, and feeling the soft hairs on my palms and between my fingers. I wanted a kiss and a chance to feel that full body contact now that we were naked. 

Sean was feeling the same, and his lips pressed against mine while our cocks clashed like cavalry swords. Sean felt up my arms until one of his hands was once again cupping my face, holding me still as he kissed me slowly. I was Sean's soft approach, and it made me rock hard. The man's other hand slid down my back, following the curve of my spine until he had one of my full round buns in his grasp. His fingers then dug into my cleft enough for me to know what he was angling for. 

I pulled back.

"I know you want in me, Sean," I said. "But let me run the show tonight, OK?"

He nodded with an amused smile. "All right, stud," he conceded, releasing his hold on my body.

I nodded toward the bed. "Why don't you lie down?" I asked.

"Uh oh," Sean laughed. 

"What?" I laughed back.

I watched as the 6-foot-5 Soldier shrugged and then crawled and shimmed to lie on the bed, face up, head in the pillows, letting his legs spread out as he invitingly gripped his cock with a slow stroke. With one arm behind his head, his tattooed bicep flexed like a softball as he looked at me, awaiting to hear what I had in mind.

I patted the end of the bed. "Scoot down a little." 

"This better..." he started to grouse, but I interrupted him. 

"Come on, Chief!" 

I watched him scoot closer, his feet just about to hang off the edge before I climbed onto the bed next to him. I positioned my body in the opposite direction. I'd done this with Dad, back in Mexico, but hadn't tried it since. Sean knew immediately that I was going for a 69. His rough hands reached around my thighs, and his chest bumped against my abs. He was already leaning in toward my cock.

My own hands wrapped around his thick hairy quads, and I angled my face down into his hairy crotch. I licked him first, but barely. I lapped up the length of his dick, licking up his veined shaft and feeling it pulse against my tongue. Just then I felt Sean's tongue on me, tasting my fat cock and exploring it. It felt amazing, and different, to have him lick me without my watching. I enjoyed the novel sensation and then channeled my excitement back to his prick. 

I moved my mouth to the tip and tasted Sean's salty sap dripping from the head. I missed the feel and girth of him, and his flavor, but I was getting him now, that hard bone pressing further past my lips and over my tongue. Sean fisted my thickness as he kissed and lapped at my own leaking cockhead. I swallowed more of his cock as I felt him beginning to swallow mine. As I began sucking on his cock, I felt Sean match my motions. We worked each other with mutual blowjobs, and I loved the parity of the act. This wasn't Sean being boss, this was us getting each other off. 

Only the angle wasn't perfect. Whereas Dad and I had fit together like puzzle pieces, Sean's torso was longer and it got tough to get both a rhythm and a deep oral penetration. 

After a minute I backed off, letting his solid cock slip from my lips. I started licking his nuts, bathing the heavy, hairy sac in my spit before traveling further between his legs. Sean picked up on what I was aiming for and spread his thighs for me. My tongue snaked down the furry path of his taint, then I made my way between his furry muscled globes.

Sean moaned as I did, then moaned louder as I began rimming his hole, spreading his legs even more to get me better access. My hands now wrapped around his thighs, fingers pulling at his hard buns as my tongue lapped at his tightly-sealed pucker. 

"Fuck," I heard him groan as he backed off, pulling his mouth from my cock with a wet smack as I felt it drip against my abs and onto his chest. Sean's hands were skilled and quick at maneuvering my groin and thighs. My tongue kept flicking at his pucker as Sean now had my thighs spread, one knee raised as I felt Sean's tongue slither between and down my exposed cleft towards my waiting and pulsing jockhole. I moaned, feeling his scruff rake against my sensitive skin before his lips kissed my ring. 

This was incredibly hot. My tongue lapping at Sean's ass while he ate me out with his soft tongue and hard stubble. It turns out that a rim 69 was the position that really worked for me and Sean, and the intensity of the oral-anal contact fueled both of us. Our muscled bodies writhed against each other in this locked position. Getting deeper into it. It was harder to concentrate with Sean French kissing my hole with increasing excitement, sucking on my ass lips and pushing his tongue in deeper.

I pulled back and licked the rim of Sean's ring before munching more fervently. His tongue was wide and strong as it prodded in and out of my own hole, and I felt like I could almost cum, except for the lack of stimulation. Maybe Sean sensed that, or maybe he just wanted to switch things up. He pulled off, giving my hole a softer kiss, then I felt the drag of his wet mouth and hot breath against my genitals until the man was blowing me again.

His mouth strained to take my thickness as he bobbed on the first few inches, but that was enough. I held onto his thighs and sucked at his ass and felt his mouth bring me off very quickly, the head of my cock riding the roof of his mouth as sucked me on each outstroke. My balls cinched as I felt the cum being sucked out of me, until it exploded into Sean's sucking mouth. The dutiful Soldier sucked me down as I grunted loudly into his ass cheeks as I came. It was an incredible orgasm.

He'd barely pulled off when I knew I had to return the favor. I pulled back and gently pushed his hips to a flatter position. I angled my lower body away from him so I was closer to perpendicular to Sean in bed. I needed a better position and I had it now - able to go full Bulldozer on him. No foreplay, no gradual work up was necessary. Sean grinned down at me, lips still wet as he folded his arms behind his head, watching as I took his dick in my fist and began swallowing him in earnest. He knew what he was getting as he growled, "Fuck yeah, Jimmy." 

I milked that Army cock with full mouth strokes and the right amount of suction. It didn't take long. I felt his cock begin to swell, thicker in my fist and in my mouth as his furry muscles began to flex. Sean's hand urgently latched onto the back of my head, pushing me down deep on his cock, the pulsing head sliding into my quivering throat a second before he let out a loud growl. "Holy FUCK!" he cried as I felt that big dick throb in my throat and let his cum loose into me. 

I swallowed gratefully until I felt his spurts subside, then pushed off his hips, sliding that cock out of my throat to get some breathing room. Sean relented his grip on my head, then let me nurse and bob a little for a final victory lap of a job well done.

"Hot damn, Jim," he hissed when I finally pulled off. "You're so good at that."

"Thanks for letting me run the show, Sean," I said as I crawled up to lie next to the spent Army man. Sean was on his back and me on my side, my head in my hand, propped up by my elbow. 

"I guess you're discovering I have control issues," he said. Serious but also self-deprecating in a light hearted way.

"A little, yeah," I admitted. 

He sighed. "Well, absolutely no complaints about THAT," he said. "We should 69 more."

"Oh yeah," I said. I felt my dick soften some, though it was harder than I expected after such a heavy release. I probably could have gone for a second round if it weren't so late. I patted his meaty thigh. "Thanks for having me up, Chief."

He looked at me, his hard brown eyes brighter in the lamp light. "It sure is better than phone sex, huh?" he asked rhetorically as he relaxed back into the bed.

I laughed. "Oh yeah."

"All right, Jimmy. What do you say we get some sleep?"

The day was catching up with me for sure. Still naked, I went into the bathroom after Sean was done and pissed, then rinsed off and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror as I wiped the fog off the glass with my hand, my body was young and athletic for sure, and I tried to see what Sean saw in me. It was a narcissistic thought, maybe, but I knew I contrasted with Sean's age and to some extent his appearance. Despite being 6'3", I was still shorter. And despite being an pro-athlete, Sean was still bigger. I knew my blond and fair looks contrasted with Sean's darker, olive complexion and his deep brown hair. I think I really pushed his buttons like he pushed mine. 

I almost didn't notice it, but as I set my toothbrush into a spare glass, I saw Sean's toiletries bag open enough for me to see the familiar shape and color of a small bottle inside.

I took it out and walked back into the room. Sean seemed to enjoy seeing my naked body again, but then he noticed I was holding up the bottle of poppers. "You came prepared, I see," I teased.

It was fun to see confident Sean looking embarrassed and caught-off-guard, like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "I take it you know what those are," he said.

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied. "I've used ‘em a couple of times." I set the vial down on the nightstand. "Were you planning on using them?"

Sean shrugged. "I thought maybe I could sweet talk you into fucking this weekend," he admitted. "Maybe go a little harder." He had kind of an adorable smirk as he put his plan out there for me.

"Damn," I laughed. "You already go pretty hard, Sean. But let's just keep fucking off the table for now, OK?" I was enjoying exploring sex with Sean and asserting more of a mutual, reciprocal vibe into our dating. 

He nodded. "All right," he said. He slid out of the bed, and I could see his own magnificent nakedness as he walked past me to the bathroom, but not before picking up the bottle on his way. "Who knows? These might help me suck that huge monster of yours."

****

Sean, unsurprisingly, got up earlier than me the next morning, and I slept in until I heard the door click open. I looked up from my pillow to see Sean walk in with two to-go coffees in his hand. He still that morning look to him - the scruff on his jaw looked extra dark, and it looked like he'd quickly gotten dressed to head out into the cold in his tactical-looking Army fleece.

"Here ya go, sunshine," he greeted me, looking to see which cup was his as I stirred and sat up in bed, my naked body covered only with a sheet from the waist down. I noticed it was about 8, and had no idea how long Sean had been up, but I took the offered cup with a thanks and took a sip. Indeed, Sean remembered how I liked my coffee.

"It's getting cooler out there," he said, unzipping his fleece. "But pretty nice. Maybe we can walk around some today."

"Sure," I said. Maybe I wasn't as chipper as him in the morning, but I was doing my best not to be grumpy. He did let me sleep in, I knew, and the coffee was helping wake me up. "What time is the game?"

"Fourteen-thirty," he said. "We'll probably meet the guys closer to thirteen thirty though."

"Cool," I said. 

"Hungry?" Sean asked, sitting down on the cushy hotel room seat. I took another sip of coffee and held his gaze for a second. He was handsome as ever, brown eyes, buzzcut, silver-flecked temples, a two-day scruff on his square jawline, and that cocky masculine smile of his. 

"Starving," I admitted. 

"Well, we can go out and grab something. There's a place around the corner."

I took another sip of coffee to fortify myself and then flung the sheet off as I swung my legs out of bed, my feet now on the floor. Still sitting on the bed, I did a little bit of a stretch, arms over my head, rolling my shoulder, extending my torso, and arching my back. I got up and walked towards the bathroom, and stepping back out, I loved the way Sean's eyes openly swept across my muscled nakedness as I picked up my clothes from last night that were still on the floor. 

"Damn, kiddo... I'm glad you came up."

"Yeah, me too, Sean," I said as I slipped into my jeans and T-shirt. I pulled on my hoodie "Is this enough?" I asked, finding my cap as well. "I have a coat in my car I can get."

"It's fine for now," he said, getting up out of the chair. He walked up and gave me a little peck on the lips before nodding towards the door.

It was probably after that second cup of coffee at the restaurant before I fully woke up. I shoveled in a full breakfast as well. 

"Hungover?" Sean grinned.

"Nah, I just had a couple of beers," I said. "But I didn't eat a lot yesterday."

"Fuel up for the long day," the man said. "You've haven't partied with Army men before."

I laughed.

We headed back to the hotel after breakfast. I showered first, then Sean got cleaned up for the day. He strutted out with a towel wrapped around his waist in nothing but his dogtags. I had only my boxer briefs on, in case he wanted to start something. Because sex was now on my mind. 

"OK if we talk, Jim?" he asked, lying back on the bed in his towel, his back and shoulders propped up by the mound of big fluffy hotel pillows. He patted the spare spot of the mattress next to him. I set down the T-shirt I was fumbling with and joined him. 

He looked at me, serious though not stern. "I know you want to take things faster," he said bluntly. 

"Sean..." I objected. I mean, he was right, but I'd been trying to do things his way, at his speed. 

"I'm not trying to start an argument, Jim. Honest," he said. "But seriously, this stuff takes time. We've spent maybe a half dozen days together in person?" he asked rhetorically.

The man had a point. Obviously our correspondence and phone conversations had given us more of a solid basis for dating than a mere count of our time together would suggest. But we'd barely spent time together, face to face. Maybe I was getting carried away, excited by what Sean represented for me. A boyfriend that I craved.

I nodded, communicating both an embarrassment at my inexperience but also a willingness to learn. "Yeah."

"I've enjoyed every one of them," he said. Reading my earnest mood, he added, "I want you to know where I'm coming from, Jim. I've dated a few times, and had two long-term relationships." He paused, looking at me. "You wanted to talk about our pasts, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I kind of wished Sean would get to the point, but I was patient. He patted my bare quad muscle and lazily grazed the hairs on my thigh. It was a simple thing but made me feel calmer. 

"Kevin was my first boyfriend. I was his first boyfriend, too. We dated in our early 20s, for a few years, until we realized we were MUCH better off as friends." 

I could tell he was reading my face to see if I had any jealousy, but I didn't. I wished I could have stayed friends with Greg, and the idea of developing a close friendship seemed awesome. 

Sean continued. "Then there was Jeff. Six years together, but it was a tough six years... we broke up four years ago." 

"Sorry," I said with automatic empathy, even though of course I was glad for the chance now to date Sean. 

Sean smiled at my concern. "It's how things play out sometimes. At times it could be great. Jeff was smoking hot, and a sweet guy. The whole package." It was odd to hear Sean talk about another guy like this, but once again, I surprisingly didn't feel jealous. "But he could never get his head around the military sacrifices - or even understand why I do what I do. How I'd be gone so much, and even when I was there, maybe I wouldn't be fully there." He looked at me with a wink. "Us Army men are a hardened breed, Jim.... this bother you... my talking about this?"

I shook my head. "Oh no. I really like hearing it, actually. I want to know you better, and this is part of you," I explained. I didn't have to remind him that the military had always been a part of my life, too. Maybe I didn't fully understand the experience of a serviceman, not completely, but I knew I couldn't fault Sean, or Dad, for the demands of service.

He liked that answer. He shifted in the bed, rolling a bit onto his side to face me. I enjoyed seeing and hearing his dogtogs drape down across his furry pec and the towel around his waist ride up his knotted thigh. "So.... tell me about your guys, Hot Stuff."

I took in a little breath and replied, "Well, I don't have a lot of dating experience to relate. I dated one guy, Greg, in college. He was a couple years older than me, and an EMT. It was a few months, but I broke it off. He was great, but I felt like I didn't really feel it, you know?"

"I do," Sean said. "Any other guys?"

"Just sex," I said, meeting his eyes directly. I felt self conscious about my lack of dating experience, but I wanted to be honest with Sean. "I guess I started early, and pretty quickly I felt comfortable with a hookup, fuckbuddy kind of thing." I blushed at the admission.

Sean laughed. "It's OK, Jim. I knew that first night with you that I wasn't the first guy to punch your dance card."

I laughed, too. "No, you weren't," I admitted. "Maybe that's why I'm really ready to date a guy. I mean, sex is great, really great. But I crave the other stuff, too."

"Gotcha, Jim," Sean said. He ran his hand softly along my bare chest, his fingers brushing the light fur I had as he traced the contours of my pecs. It was sexual, but also sensual in its soft touch. "I like the other stuff, too, if you can be patient with me."

"Yah," I croaked, looking up at him, catching his deep brown eyes. I was turned on like crazy and throwing hard in my underwear, but I also felt a deeper emotion. The fact that Sean and I had shared more about ourselves made me feel closer. 

"I know you're not happy about the open-dating thing," he said, his stare both understanding and challenging. 

"I'm trying Sean," I objected. 

"It's not just for me," he said. His fingers now ran soft circles on my skin, spiraling down between my pecs and further down the ridges of my abs. "I was thinking... hoping, maybe it would help with the topping/bottom thing. You know, you getting out some of that energy you can't use on me."

I was wrestling with that fantasy but also my misgivings. I loved fucking, but I also loved the sex between me and Sean. 

Sean noticed and responded, "You don't have to say yes, Jim. But seriously, think about it. When I'm not there and the occasion arises."

"Ok," I acquiesced. 

"Did I kill the mood?" he asked, his brow squinting at me just a bit. 

I felt my dick still throbbing in my boxer briefs. "God, Sean, I'm always horny around you. I kind of wish I wasn't," I laughed. 

"Buddy," he said as he undid his towel, showing off his own cock, which was firming up fast. "Best part of dating a 23-year-old." 

Eagerly, I slipped off my boxer briefs, letting my hardon free. I'd barely kicked them off when Sean's hands were on my bare hips, rolling me towards him and pulling me into a kiss. It was tender but lusty, too. For whatever age and experience gap we had, there was undeniable sexual chemistry between us. Our hands gripped each other's backs and ass muscle as we humped our cocks together and writhed on that hotel bed. 

"Man, I'd LOVE it if you gave me one of those prize-winning blowjobs," Sean finally hissed as he pulled back and looked down at our crotches. 

"Fast or slow?" I asked with an impish smile.

"Oh fuck!... Slow, I guess," the man said, grinning like he'd won the lottery. 

I stole one last kiss from his scruffy lips before Sean rolled back onto his back, his towel now completely open to show his 7-inch cock standing out ramrod straight from his thick dark bush. Grinning, I crawled on top of him then slowly worked my way down his furry body, kissing along his hard chest and abdomen. I let the oozing head of his dick drag up my neck and along my cheek before I took his thick shaft in my fist. I heard Sean grunt when I brought the head to my parted lips and lapped at the flared corona before suckling on the tip. I tasted the familiar Sean Carter flavor oozing out of his cut cock. Salty, with a little sweetness behind it. I gave a quick look up at Sean, and instead of gruffness, I saw some unbridled excitement. He reached down, fingers brushing my blond hair back.

"God, you're hard," I observed as I plopped his dick out. This was the kind of rigidity that made Sean's topping so distinctive, the way his dick seemed to bore past my ring when we mated that way. But now, I was the one in the driver's seat. 

"I'd say so," Sean smirked. "Come on, Jim... suck me."

I turned my attention back to sucking him, taking more of him between my lips, my tongue massaging the inches on the way down. I suckled on just above half of his cock, letting the plum-sized head dip into the back of my mouth, letting him feel the edge before sucking and pulling him back away. 

Sean growled but now watched me without speaking. He was dripping like a faucet, and my tongue tasted more of that salty sap oozing out. I worked him gently, slowly. Then, taking a deep breath, I began sucking him hard. I pulled his cock to the back of my mouth, twisting my jaw just a bit to swallow around his fat flared head. It was a surprise to me at first that I was encountering resistance but after a second I enjoyed the slow feel of Sean's cock head sliding into my widening gullet. 

I went further now, and that prick wedged into the snug sleeve of my constricting throat, inch after inch, until I finally had my nose in his pubes, his balls on my chin, and my lips wrapped and stretched around the base. I held him there, sucking and swallowing around his entire length. Sean's hands clawed at my hair. 

I gave him a couple seconds more before I slowly pulled off, letting him feel my throat pull at his prick, like it was trying not to let him go. Sean cried as I gave him only a second to recover before I swallowed him down again to the base. Sean cursed as I tried to smile with a mouth and throat full of cock - he was putty in my hands.

Over the following minutes, I got a real feel for Sean Carter's cock. His size, and the way he filled my mouth and throat. Deep throating him was easier now, as I took in another deep breath and descended down on him. I held just a second and pulled off - all the way off. 

"God...." Sean growled as he ran his fingers through my blond hair. "You're so fucking sexy, Jim."

Kissing the underside of the head, I looked up, catching his hungry stare. I let him see the excitement in my blue eyes before I returned my attention to his dick and went down on him again. I didn't go deep this time, but enough to get a nice steady bob on the first four or five inches. Holding the base of his prick and actively sucking, I used my tongue as I sucked on every out stroke. 

I then paused and came up, just the head in my mouth as I licked the tip. I was improvising, figuring out how to make this last for Sean.... I'd surprise him by swallowing him to the hilt... Then I'd start tonguing his balls and paying attention to the lower part of the shaft. Sean was getting into the slow tease and being kept on his toes. 

Then, playfully, I pulled his hands from my head and neck. With his cock still in my mouth, I took a hold of both his wrists, and using a bit of my own strength, pinned them to the bed at his sides. Sean had a surprised smirk as he let me run the show. I turned back to get a good dicksucking angle and held my hands on his wrists while I began to suck him in deep and do the Bulldozer trick with my gullet against his cock head with each bob. 

As the flared head of prick went in and out of the snug entrance of my throat, I could feel the growing tension in Sean's arms and in his legs beneath my chest. I sucked harder and faster. His cock began to swell even more, thicker in my mouth and quivering hard.

"Holy fuck... I'm gonna cum!" he warned through his tightening jaw.

Only he didn't. I stopped mid suck and held still, real still, with six inches buried in my throat. I was a little uncomfortable, but I was getting off on the challenge. I slowly pulled his cock from my throat, careful not to trip him into orgasm. His wrists in my grasp were still tense when I finally pulled off and sucked in some air. 

"Damn," I hissed, looking at his cock as it pulsed with his heartbeat. "I almost thought you were gonna cum."

"Shit, I almost did," Sean laughed. "That throat of yours is insane."

I looked at him and stroked his spit-wet dong. 

"Can I fuck your face?" I asked. Sean was not the only one feeling blue balls from the slow tease.

We'd done this once before. Maybe it wasn't Sean's favorite thing, but he was in the on-edge state that made him more agreeable. "OK," he agreed.

I scooted up, getting up onto my knees next to his head. I looked down at his ruggedly handsome face and showed off my dripping erection to him. 

"That's a fat fucker," he growled as he watched me line up with his lips, his hand coming up to grasp my shaft.

"I know how to do this, Chief," I assured him, brushing my fingers across his buzzed scalp and then pressed my cockhead to his mouth. He opened up, wide, and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue as my cock pressed it down in place. His thin lips looked just about obscenely stretched as I let him swallow three inches then I placed my hands on the back of his bristled head and began to thrust. Shallow but urgent jabs in and out of his mouth. I didn't even have to hit far into his throat, my girth stretching his mouth was enough snugness to get me off. 

My hips went faster as I got turned on watching this battle-hardened Soldier take my young cock. The sexual contact was great, as were the visuals of Sean's scruffy, masculine looks. But at that moment I was hit most by an appreciation of our age difference. I mean, I always was aware that Sean was older than me, much older, but as he blew me and used a free hand to fist the rest of my shaft, I got into the mental space of enjoying having sex with a father figure. 

"I'm gonna blow, Chief!" I hissed loudly. I felt my orgasm build, swirling in my nuts, and then suddenly it was on me, a wave of pleasure making my taint buzz as well as my prick head as I fired out my seed into Sean's craw. 

He was prepared and I felt and heard him gulp my molten liquid down, suctioning around my spurting head. I was still dribbling when I finally pulled out and I got a thrill seeing a stray bead of semen land on Sean's stubbled chin. 

"Suck my cock, Jimmy!" Sean hissed with urgency now. 

It took me a second to catch my breath and get my balance back, then I got back down between his legs. His prick was angry-red and dribbling precum like mad. I opened my mouth, taking him back between my lips, and went for the kill. I didn't do the throat trick but instead a full, wet deepthroat, up and down, faster and faster. It was a challenge, but I knew it wouldn't take long. 

Indeed, I felt Sean's fingers curl in my hair and hold me tight. "FUCK!" he cried, and like that, I was being force fed pure Army cum.

I pulled up enough to taste his salty sperm, timing my swallows with each pulse. I was able to slow my mouth strokes and nurse his aftershocks before I pulled off entirely.

If I had to pick between oral and anal sex, I'd choose fucking, but giving and receiving blow jobs was way hot, especially with Sean, and I was enjoying this break we were taking from fucking. 

"You do NOT suck cock like a 23-year-old," Sean hissed, still out of breath after I came up for a kiss.

"I don't know how to take that," I chuckled.

"A compliment," Sean said with a sated smile. "Definitely a compliment."

After we unpaired and washed off, we started to get dressed again. But just as we were about to head out, Sean went over to the closet area and pulled out a paper shopping bag, one with a big red and blue ‘X' on it over the word, ‘EXCHANGE.'

"Here, Jim... I got you a little something from base," he said as he handed me the bag.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Open it," he said impatiently. 

"I mean, what's it for?" I laughed. 

"You'll see," he said with a repressed smile as he watched me dig in and pull out an Army ballcap. I looked at it - fitted, not adjustable, classic black with a gold star logo. 

"You knew my size," I said as I slipped it on. Adjusting the cap on my head, I turned toward him. "How do I look?"

"Like a real man," Sean deadpanned. 

I may have rolled my eyes at that, but Sean urged me to see what was else in the bag. Wrapped in tissue paper was an Army-logo hoodie sweatshirt - olive drab, with ‘United States ARMY' in black bold lettering, and that familiar subdued American flag on the shoulder. 

"Wow," I said, holding it up. 

Sean beamed as I pulled off my cap and slipped on the sweatshirt. It fit, but also didn't hide too much of my athletic build. "I figure any boyfriend of mine needs some proper fucking attire," he said. "Ready to go?" he asked. 

I took a look at my reflection in the mirror. Other than my civilian haircut I could have fit in with a number of younger military guys in town.

Once we were out, we had a little time to walk around the city. I was in an especially good mood. The sex had put me in one, but so had our conversation. I knew Sean and I didn't see eye to eye 100 percent, but talking things over had cleared the air a lot. I could see things more from his perspective, and I think knowing he was willing to move forward in dating made me feel OK with learning to take things slow.

As we walked around the old part of the city, I did feel bad I hadn't reached out to Dad yet. Maybe it was thinking about how Dad would be interested in the Revolutionary Era history of the buildings Sean and I saw in a more distracted way. Dad was the one who first took me to the Army-Navy game. And while he had told me he'd give me my space to hang out with Sean, I felt like I should touch base with him. So I texted him.

- Hey Dad. Enjoying the weekend?

- Hi Slugger. Yes, so far... it's been great.

Then:

- I know you have your plans with Sean. But it would be good to see you if you have time.

Dad didn't normally guilt me into things. And I knew he'd be fine if I said no, but I decided that it would be good to meet up with him. 

"Sean," I said as I looked up from my phone. "Would you mind if I met my dad before the game?"

"Nope," he said. "You should." He knew my father and I were close.

I texted Dad back to see what sounded good to him. He suggested a place for lunch - in about an hour's time. He invited Sean along, too.

"You meeting him?" Sean asked as I slid my phone back in my pocket. 

"Yeah," I nodded. I looked over at him. "You're welcome to come along if you want," I offered.

He gave a slight shrug. "OK if I pass, Jim?" he asked. He didn't seem entirely comfortable with the idea, but I could tell he didn't want to disappoint me. He didn't spell it out, but I felt it was some combination of hesitation for a meet-the-parents moment and Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell caution about meeting an officer parent of his boyfriend. Sean knew Dad had been accepting of me, but he still had his guard up.

Sean went to meet Joe and Kevin, while I went to meet up with Dad.

I had almost forgotten my Army attire until I noticed the shocked look on Dad's face when he stood up from the table to greet me. 

"What the hell happened to my son?" he asked with a chuckle as he pulled me in for a quick hug. He pulled back and looked me over. "Guess Sean's pulled you over to the other side," he teased.

I blushed and felt a little ridiculous, like I was a teenage girl wearing her boyfriend's letter jacket or something. Still, I passed it off as a light-hearted thing. "I'll be sitting with a bunch of Army guys," I replied, pulling out the chair to sit down. "I figured I should fit in." I took off my Army ball cap and set it on the table.

Dad took another look at me and couldn't help but smirk. "You having fun, Slugger?" he asked. In another context, it could have been a pointed question about my time with Sean, but I knew Dad meant it more broadly. How I was enjoying Army-Navy weekend, and if I was having a good time hanging out with Sean's Army buddies.

"Yeah, a blast, actually," I said, trying not to smirk too much at the thought that I was here with my boyfriend. "How about you?" I asked, adding. "Jack's not here?"

Dad nodded. "He's here. He just suggested I come alone, especially if Sean was coming." 

"I think Sean's a little nervous, since you're an officer," I explained, leaving out the other part of what I suspected behind Sean's hesitation.

"I get that," Dad said, thoughtfully. Dad turned his attention to the menu for a second before looking back up at me. "You know, Jim... I should apologize if I ever made it seem like I disapprove of Sean." His voice got a little quieter. "I won't lie. I'm probably going to worry anytime you're with someone that much older. But you're a grown man now, I figure. And if you're happy..."

"I am," I assured him. "I mean, Sean and I are still taking things slow. We're in different cities and different places in our lives. But so far it feels right with him." I don't know if I'd been as honest and direct with Dad about Sean yet, and it felt good to clear the air some.

Dad gave a smile that managed to be both serious and happy. "I'm glad to hear." He paused and I could tell he was getting a little emotional in that quiet Dad way of his. "You know, you seem grown up, Jimbo." His gray eyes seemed to take me in from across the table. "Over the last half year, even, you seem to have matured."

"Dad..." I objected. I always liked when Dad gushed like this, but also hated it.

Dad seemed amused by my embarrassed reaction. "I guess you know your kid has grown up when he's rooting for Army," he deadpanned.

It was a nice leisurely lunch, and I was glad I'd reached out to Dad. It made the weekend even better. 

I met up with Sean and the guys to head down to the stadium. 

There was definitely a different energy watching the game with these guys. I guess my dad is a little more restrained, even at a football game, but these Army men got real into it - drinking beers, yelling as they got to their feet, even Joe and Garrett who were officers. They sang the words to the Army song, and a part of me felt like an honorary Army fan for the day, though I definitely had divided loyalties. I found myself excited when Navy made a big play or scored a touchdown, though I tried not to let that show.

The game was a tough one for Army. They scored first but soon trailed the Midshipmen and a final offensive drive in the fourth quarter couldn't make up for the deficit. I took heart that the rivalry was as friendly as it was intense, and the guys were surprisingly mellow as the game let out.

Afterwards, we lined up for cheesesteaks and soon were hitting the bars.

The beer helped ease the sting of defeat, and after a couple of rounds, I could tell Sean was in a mood to party that evening. We'd lost the Mikes and Garrett in the aftergame raucousness, but Sean said they'd be fine. They were all single and/or divorced and probably had one thing on their minds, likely abandoning us in search of some female companionship. A little after 9 o'clock, after a couple hours of drinking, Joe and Kevin begged off,  leaving me and Sean to sit in our perch at the bartop at an out-of-the-way bar that was now starting to fill up with the crowds. It was great to just people-watch as we soaked in the energy of the game.

I'd gotten off that morning with Sean, but by now my libido had come roaring back, signaled by the half-plump cock in my jeans. There had been so many Army and Navy daddies at the game and out and about afterwards, and the beer was loosening me up to think a flurry of sexual thoughts about them. Maybe Sean was right. I could probably very much enjoy something if the opportunity ever arose.

"So, Jimmy," Sean said, leaning in. "Anything on your bucket list?"

From the lustful look on Sean's rugged face, I gathered his sex drive was cranked up, too.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Sex?" I added quietly. He nodded, so I thought for a second. "You know, I feel like I've done a lot of the stuff I've wanted to do. I mean... maybe like doing my coach is total fantasy. But I don't think that could ever happen."

Sean smirked. "You've gotten around, huh, stud?" he asked, bring his beer bottle to curling lips

I maybe should have been embarrassed, but I felt like I could tell Sean and he wouldn't care. "My share, yeah," I said, feeling my cheeks flush some.

He grinned. "Well, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

I immediately thought of Dad, and multiple sexual experiences with him flashed through my head - from my first time blowing him after Paul's wedding, to our marathon fuck-session in Mexico. I blushed, knowing I could never tell Sean, or anyone for that matter.

Sean picked up on my reaction and nudged my arm. "You don't gotta share, Jim. I thought it would be fun to trade stories."

I shook my head, signaling that it was nothing. I thought of my number two experience instead. "Well... when I was in high school..." I lowered my voice and leaned to put my mouth closer to Sean's ear. "I fucked an active duty Navy Officer in the back of his SUV." I thought of mentioning that the guy was married, but I felt not quite as proud for my sometime attraction to married guys.

Sean's eyes lit up. I think he liked seeing me in horndog mode. "Is that right?" He took a swig of beer, then added, "You must have had some real balls at that age."

I shrugged. "I think I was just horny. We kind of had a thing," I continued. "You know..." again, I lowered my voice. "Roleplay... uniforms. I did him in his Navy uniform, and I even wore my baseball uniform once. It was hot."

I thought it might be weird to talk about this with a guy I was dating, but it felt liberating. I don't think I'd ever told anyone about Glen or any of my earlier experiences in Norfolk. 

Sean seemed part amused, part turned on. "You top him?"

I nodded, happy to remind Sean that I wasn't strictly a bottom.

He leaned back and grinned. "I guess the uniforms are a thing for you, huh?"

"Yeah, they are," I admitted. I wasn't sure how Sean would take that. I didn't want him to think I was just into him for the uniform, though undeniably that had a strong appeal to me. He might have had an inkling that morning in Fayetteville, when Sean fucked me in his combat uniform before work.

He patted my knee briefly. "Well, we'll have to work that into the bedroom more," he said. "I wanna do you in yours, too." He took a swig of beer and added with a playful leer. "It's fun to be reminded I got a baseball player in my bed."

"Yeah, gladly," I said. I didn't get off being in uniform, but if it drove Sean wild, I'd do it for sure. 

The bar was now filled with mostly Army fans - soldiers, and Cadets. I loved the sexual connection I was forming with Sean, but also the freedom to scope around. We were facing away from the crowd, but the large mirror behind the bar gave us a full view. I noticed Sean was checking out a group of West Point Cadets. Like seriously scoping them out. In another context, I might have been jealous, but I was worked up and relaxed at the same time. And Sean was, too.

"So," I asked, leaning in. "What's your wildest thing you've done, or wanna do?" Sean had been playing inquisitor, but it was my turn.

He turned to me and thought for a second and replied. "Fort Benning, I was a young Spec. Barracks sex is real fucking risky, but I think I got turned on by the risk of it."

"I can see that," I said, imagining a younger Sean living in a space with other single Soldiers. It was hot. And it made me think of how the locker room didn't even seem sexy to me, since it was just a space I had to deal with in a normal way.

Sean continued his thought. "As for bucket list... fuck, I dunno, I think a DP is up there."

I felt a little dumb but had to clarify. "You mean, two at once?"

He nodded, "Yeah, that."