Naval Tradition VI: Baseball Dreams

(A continuation of the last chapter…)

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."

"Jesus," I hissed. 

Sean laughed at my reaction. He took another swig of beer and scoped out the bar again. His eyes once again heading back to those Cadets.

He leaned in again. "You ever done a threesome, Jim?"

"A few times, yeah," I answered, thinking of that couple I met at a New York gay bar with Charlie and Scott, as well as my times with Glen and Petty Officer Kevin. I realized I was happy talking about my sexual past with Sean, because while I may have been green when it came to dating or relationships, sex was something I had experience in. 

I think my answer surprised him. "And...?" he prodded.

I blushed some but gave him a lusty, intent look. "They were really fun."

I had a feeling what was coming, and truth be told, I was getting excited by the possibility. Call it the anything-goes magic of Army-Navy weekend. Or just call it being 23 and horny. 

We were now both watching the group of Cadets in the bar mirror. Sean's lips curled into a sly grin as one of the Cadets moved to stand right behind us, trying to get the bartender's attention. He was a beefy young man, with dark-haired good looks, ruddy-cheeked, green eyes, with the lingering baby fat still clinging to a hard muscular frame. I assessed him as noticeably shorter than my 6'3" height and had the build of a bulkier wrestler or football player. His clean shave hid his still patchy facial hair on his youthful, boyish face. 

Sean turned toward him, gently placing his hand along the Cadet's gray coat, on the small of the younger man's back. Flirty, but not over the top. "What are ya havin', Cadet?" he asked, his Southern charm coming out as he leaned down to the shorter Cadet's ear to be heard over the crowd and music. "We'll get this round for you," he said and nodded to me on the Cadet's other side. The younger guy looked over at me, I tipped my bottle to him as a silent hello.

"Oh I couldn't," he objected, turning back to look up at Sean.

"I'm serious," the older NCO insisted. "Otherwise you'll be waiting forever."

"Four Buds," he said reluctantly. "But you don't have to, really."

Sean flagged down our bartender, who had been attentive to us all night. Sometimes it helps to be older, and not a West Point Cadet, since the service thinks you're going to tip well. In short order, a round of Buds was coming up.

"Just get us the next round before you leave," Sean said, winking as he handed him the beers.

"You bet," the eager Cadet said, letting his green eyes linger on us before turning back to his friends. 

"That was nice of you," I teased after he walked away. 

Sean chuckled and poked his finger in the middle of my chest. "You, young man, are gonna get your first taste of Cadet pussy tonight."

I chalked it up to one of those outrageous things Sean says, but as we sat talking, I noticed Sean's sightline in the mirror. Making eye contact with that Cadet as the younger man's eyes kept drifting back to us. I suddenly realized what he was doing. Reeling the haul in. 

It wasn't thirty minutes before the Cadet elbowed his way through the crowd and tapped Sean's shoulder. Sean and I both turned in our seats as he said, "I, um, my buddies have headed on, but I said I'd buy you guys a round." 

"Want to join us?" Sean asked, matter of fact as could be. The Cadet jumped at the opportunity, doing his best to suppress a smile. I was amazed at how easy Sean made it look. And I was starting to bone up now, taking in the close proximity of this young man. I guessed he was only a year younger than me, unless he had a good fake ID. 

Normally I didn't go for younger guys as much, but his high n' tight haircut and classic gray uniform were working their magic on me, and Sean's attraction to him fed my own. Sean had reeled him in, but he was looking at me with heavy glances now, too. 

"You men active duty?" the Cadet ventured.

"I am. Army, 82nd. My friend here's a civilian. I'm Sean, and this is Jim."

"Brock," the Cadet introduced himself, shaking our hands. 

We talked about Army's tough loss, about Philadelphia, about beer. Kind of normal stuff. But there was a subtext going on beneath the conversation. The subtext was keeping me boned up.

"We got some nice bourbon back at our hotel," I finally said, leaning a bit into the smaller Cadet's personal space. Sean was definitely rubbing off on me, and I was eager to see if we could get this connection moving along. 

Sean shot me a surprised glance. I don't think he'd expected me to take charge in seducing Brock, and I wondered for a half-second if I'd overplayed our hand. 

Thankfully, Brock piped up, almost like an eager puppy. "Sounds awesome." He was looking back excitedly between me and Sean, and there was no doubt in my mind he knew the score. 

Sean settled our bar tab as we pulled on our coats, me and Sean our Army ball caps and Brock his gray visored service cap.

Giddily we walked out into the cold and down a few blocks. I traded glances with Sean and he grinned back. We hadn't explicitly discussed having a threesome, but it looked like this was gonna happen. Brock was between us, his overcoat a dead giveaway of his Cadet status. 

Back in our room, we didn't even bother with the bourbon. Not at first. Instead, I stepped up and gave Brock a friendly half-embrace, one arm across his back as I pulled him up against my side, enough to communicate my interest but not so much to offend him if I was misreading the situation. "Thanks for coming over, man," I said in a jocular fashion, almost like he was a teammate.

Brock's deep young voice practically broke into a boyish chuckle as he turned into me, our height difference more noticeable. I could see an open, ready look on his face. I glanced over at Sean, who winked and nodded. Turning back to the Cadet, I leaned my face down. Our noses brushed one another, then we were kissing. Making out. 

This came easily to me, surprisingly. My hands instinctively wrapped around Brock's uniformed waist, while the younger man felt up my arms through my Army hoodie. I pressed my tongue into his waiting mouth, and he opened his lips and sucked me in some. This felt naughty and fun in its unexpected connection and in the fact Sean and I were having our first threesome. 

The kiss had tipped my and Brock's hats partially off. I felt Sean take both off as I continued kissing our younger third. Sean stepped up close behind Brock, towering over him, his hands slowly moving around the younger man's shoulders, his fingers pulling at buttons to remove Brock's overcoat and open his uniform coat. Brock dropped his hands as Sean slid his heavy uniform top off his shoulders, leaving him in just his white crew undershirt. 

Seconds later, the younger man gasped into my mouth while Sean covered Brock closely from behind. Sean's larger hands joined mine around Brock's waist, making me excited for the three-way connection we were developing spontaneously. The shorter guy tilted his head to the side, breaking our kiss, and I could see that Sean was also kissing along the Cadet's neck. 

"Shit!" the Cadet murmured. I now had a better look at his upper body in his snug white undershirt. I had been right about Brock's shorter build - stocky, beefy muscles with just that added softness of his lingering baby fat. And I could see the ridge of dogtags beneath the cotton as Sean's fingers traveled up Brock's flank.

I was rock hard watching Brock turn his head to Sean's side and kiss my boyfriend hungrily. Sean's tongue darted into Brock's mouth right before their lips sealed together. Then, Sean went deeper into the kiss, taking full ownership of Brock's mouth. 

Sean finally broke off, and with one hand, grabbed my head, drawing me forward into a deep kiss as well. I returned his tongue, not letting the man take full dominance of our kiss.

"God, you guys are so hot," Brock hissed, pulling his undershirt over his head and undoing his gray uniform pants. 

The three of us stripped down in short order. As the Cadet kicked off his underwear, his last piece of clothing, Sean and I got a good view of his youthful, naked body. Brock was surprisingly smooth, pale skin with just that wisp of a treasure trail that led to a sparse dark brown bush and short stocky cock. 

I had just stepped out of my jeans and underwear, Sean with his wadded t-shirt in his fist as we now stood naked in front of him. Brock's green eyes darted between my and Sean's naked, taller bodies. He looked a little overwhelmed by the two big cocks pointed right at him - 7 and 8 inches. 

Yet he seemed game for more as Sean and I closed the distance and guided him to the king-sized bed.

Within thirty seconds, Sean and I lay back, side by side against the pillows, his brawny arm wrapped around my shoulder as he held me close. "That feel good, Jimmy?" he asked between kisses.

I opened my eyes, biting my lip and nodding. Sean looked down my body, and I followed his gaze. Young Brock was nestled between my spread thighs, and Sean's hand rested on the back of his buzzed head, guiding the Cadet as he worked hard to take just about half my fat length between his more inexperienced lips. Brock's left fist held and stroked the rest of my cock as he moaned and bobbed on the upper half, his ruddy cheeks looking full as he tried to suck more but without much success. 

His other hand had Sean's robust 7-inch dick locked in a steady grip. He didn't manage the coordination of stroking Sean while sucking me, and his blowjob wasn't the best in the world. His limits were even clear when Sean began pressing Brock's head harder on my cock, forcing him to take a little bit more of my fat stalk. 

The Cadet coughed a little on the thickness and his eyes watered. Sean could read that it was too much. "All right, man," he growled. "Not gonna rush ya..." His lust was a turn on for me, but so was the way he adjusted his approach to this newbie. He'd been so hard-charging with me a year earlier, that night we first met, but I was clearly more experienced than Brock, more ready for the full Sean Carter treatment.

The guy seemed appreciative as he slid off my prick and slurped the excess spit into his mouth. "Damn," he hissed, giving it a final look before moving his head to the right to take his turn sucking Sean. He wasn't hesitant now as he pulled the tip of Sean's meaty prick to his lips and swallowed the head. He adjusted to the new dick, then began bobbing up and down, taking half as Sean held his buzzed-cut head, gently guiding him. 

It was strangely emotional watching Brock suck Sean. I knew we were crossing a line, but it was also a sharing experience, literally me and Sean sharing the young man's mouth, but also sharing this excitement at three-way sex.

"You're liking this right?" Sean growled in an almost whisper as he turned his head to look at me. His brown eyes on fire with lust. I loved seeing Sean fully turned on like this, and I fed off that hunger, too. But I also knew Sean was checking in with me.

"Oh yeah," I grunted in return, bringing my hand to his scruffy jaw, pulling his face in close and leaning in to kiss him again.

We kissed for a while. Well, maybe not a long time, but as I felt Sean grunt excitedly into my mouth, I knew he was feeling the effect of Brock's mouth. I pulled back to see the Cadet had gotten the hang of Sean's size - long and meaty, but not ungodly thick. 

Sean gingerly pulled the kid off his cock and gave Brock a playful pat to the cheek, then threw the guy a sexy wink. Sean scooted out from beneath Brock, getting off the bed and onto his feet. The Cadet made no objection as Sean easily man-handled the smaller guy, rolling him onto his back at the edge of the bed. I followed Sean off the bed, standing next to him as he took a hold of Brock's thick thighs. 

"Raise ‘em,'' Sean ordered, the young Cadet following orders like a sport as he lifted his legs for the seasoned, combat Sergeant Major. Brock's feet came up, his knees bending towards his full chest as his cheeks parted to reveal a tight hole, and a taint and crack covered in a light dusting of fuzz. The whole sight was giving me the impression that the dude was younger than 21, maybe closer to 18 or 19.

"Look at that," Sean growled as his rough hand glided down Brock's smooth inner thigh, his fingers drawn to Brock's small pucker. Sean fell to one knee seconds before bringing his face between Brock's spread buns and giving him the first long slow lick up his crack and over his lightly fuzzy hole. 

"Oh fuck," Brock exhaled, eyes starting to roll back into his head before they snapped back into focus, seeking me out with a direct gaze. 

I gave a wink that tried to match Sean's, and slowly fisted my cock to channel my own simmering horniness. 

It was very hot to watch Sean eat the relatively inexperienced dude out, leaning in to give Brock another long but deeper lick, then plastering his mouth over the Cadet's hole. I got down next to Sean, drawn in by the act, knowing exactly what Brock was feeling and enjoying the front row view of Sean at work. 

Brock whimpered again, his sex grunt surprisingly deeper than his normal speaking voice. His hands pulled more tightly around his knees, drawing his thick thighs back a bit more. I could now hear Sean kissing and sucking on the guy's hole. Greedily, I leaned in to feel Sean's stubble against my cheek, knowing it was also scraping the smoother skin of Brock's inner trench.

Sean got the clue and pulled back to let me have at it. 

I even heard him chuckle softly as I dove my face right between Brock's buns. My fingers pulled at the edge of his hole, and I pressed my tongue against the loosened seal of his pucker. Sean definitely had him primed and ready, so I fought little resistance as my tongue entered him. 

Sean's mouth was on my neck now, and his hand was rubbing my bare back muscle between my shoulder blades. 

I was enjoying this all, and as much as I generally went wild for an older man's ass, the smoothness of the Cadet's cheeks against my face was turning me on. But having Sean there with me, pawing at me, was what made me feel like I was in heaven. I'd been around the block some, but I'd never experienced THIS.

"So fuckin' hot watching you," Sean groaned after he pulled back for a second to get his own front-row view of me in action. 

I felt strangely proud when I leaned back. Brock's asslips were wet and still drum tight. I pulled back and turned to see Sean's reaction, but I saw a look only of pure lust. Before I processed it, Sean grabbed my head with one hand, bringing my mouth to his in another deep kiss. Sean began sucking my tongue into his mouth, as if to taste Brock's Cadet hole mixed with my saliva. Sean broke our kiss, pulling my head back with his grasp only to press my mouth back over Brock's pucker. "Get back in there," Sean groaned with a little chuckle. 

My tongue wormed back into Brock's tight tunnel as he whimpered again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sean biting and nibbling on the young Cadet's smooth inner thigh. 

We traded places once more. Sean aggressively ate Brock out some more. I knew Sean's rimjobs were amazing, but it was another thing entirely to watch Sean work, seeing his jaw flex, his neck muscle tighten. I wasn't a novice to rimming, but I'd never done it as much as I craved sometimes. Now I mentally took notes of Sean's technique, watching the way he was sucking and fucking simultaneously with his tongue. 

Sean finally pulled back, and I got to see his fat pink tongue, coated in spit and Brock's juice, slip out from between Brock's now loosened asslips. He softly blew on that wet winking hole, his pointer finger now flicking at the crinkled folds. Sean wiped his mouth and looked hard at me, holding my gaze as he smoothly sunk his thick digit into Brock's warm wet insides. 

I was in full copycat mode, bringing my own hand to the guy's now spit-drenched trench. I playfully ran my fingers over Sean's, and when he pulled back I watched my own digit enter into the Cadet's tightness. Sean grinned then spit right on the connection of my finger and Brock's hole. 

I looked up to gauge the Cadet's reaction. He was no longer lying back but had now crunched his abs to lift his head up to look down at me and Sean, working him over. 

"You ready for Jim to show you your G-spot?" Sean growled, almost a barking order. 

Brock wasn't used to Sean's approach and probably wasn't used to this kind of sex talk. He giggled some and I could see the white teeth of his smile show.

Sean didn't let up, though. "That wasn't an answer, Cadet."

The young guy's face snapped into something more serious. "Um, yes, Sergeant," he answered. I felt like I was witnessing Sean's sexual magnetism from another vantage. I knew the effect he had on me, but now Brock seemed under his spell in a way that made my cock rock hard. It wasn't just that Sean was a tall, muscular specimen of a man, it was the way he carried himself. And for Brock, there was probably the effect of Sean's rank, too.
 
Sean must have had a small bottle of lube stashed close by as he was now squeezing the clear slick over his forefinger and then mine. He nodded for me to go first.

I did my best to live up to Sean's taunt. I pushed deeper into Brock's hole and rooted around. Digging for gold, like I was pulling change from a vending machine, I curled my finger up. The first prod felt good to Brock, but it wasn't the magic button. But I rooted around some more and tried my attack a half inch deeper.

"Oh God!" Brock gasped in surprise. "Shit!" The Cadet's smaller cock jerked in instant response. 

I didn't want to overstimulate the poor guy, but I gently tapped his butt nut a couple of times

"You cherry, Cadet?" Sean asked in his deep bedroom voice. He was watching me finger the young dude but also looking up regularly at Brock's splayed body and cute face.

Brock lifted up his head, lazily. "No Sergent, a high school buddy did me a couple of times. It was all right, but I'm not sure it felt as good as it was supposed to."

"Oh, you'll know when it feels like it's supposed to," I interjected as I took a firmer jab at his prostate.

I pulled back and as my finger slipped out of Brock's now relaxed ring, Sean's pressed forward. 

Sean began to work Brock's novice hole, back and forth and then doing his own rooting around. He watched Brock's response, and a leer formed on his handsome face. 

"Tell me, Cadet... who hits your spots better?"

I could see a hesitation and nervousness in Brock's green eyes as he looked between me and Sean. His voice was soft, but I could tell he was turned on. "If I'm honest, Sergeant.... Jim does."

Sean laughed at that. He looked at me with a wink then nodded down at Brock's trench, just before scooting to the side a little.

I got the hint, placing my finger there along with Sean's and pushing in next to it. 

We punched in together, the ring opening up around each of our combined knuckles. Brock gasped briefly at the thicker invasion of his hole, but he quickly got used to us. The sound was slippery and wet as Sean and I began working the lube into his chute and stretching him open. At one point, Sean and I pulled his hole open together, prying our fingers apart as Sean pressed the tip of the bottle to his open hole and squeezed, filling his chute directly with grease. For something not involving our dicks, it was surprisingly erotic. 

"Oh... God, guys," Brock hissed excitedly, his eyes wildly focused on us as we prepped him. His young cock was seriously boned and throbbing on his mostly smooth, firm belly. 

My finger felt extra slick now, and Sean was adding a second finger next to the ones already in Brock's tight hole, making three. I could tell Brock found it uncomfortable but in a tantalizing way.

We didn't rush it. I took some time sucking Brock's cock and licking up the inside of his thighs. Then Sean went up to lay next to him, one hand holding up Brock's leg for him, making out with him while I did ass-opening duty. I scissored two fingers in and out, and briefly added a third. Pretty soon the Cadet was whining into Sean's mouth and squirming, and definitely ready to be fucked. 

"My boyfriend's pretty hung," Sean said as he stroked Brock's smooth and built chest. "I'll go first and let you get to used to it."

"Aw yeah," the Cadet hissed.

Sean's words got me rock hard. I loved how we hadn't had to spell out what was going to happen. Sean and I were going to fuck Brock. It had been understood somehow from the start.

I pulled my fingers from Brock's open and relaxed chute, and the excess lube dripped out from between his asslips, down his fuzzy wet taint and onto the sheets. Sean and I both got up, standing at the edge of the bed, erections at full mast, leaving the Cadet on his back, knees up, as he looked up at us with excited lust. 

I didn't know Brock's story, and given the circumstances I probably wouldn't after the sex either. But I could see something in his eyes, a longing. Like he'd dreamed of doing something like this, even if the reality was surpassing his masturbation fantasy or youthful imagination.

Sean took a second to stroke his big cock as he looked down at our young conquest, then he reached over to the nightstand. "If ya need it, and ya might," he said, tossing the now familiar little brown bottle. It landed on Brock's chest next to his dogtags. 

The teen grinned, and I could tell he knew what poppers were, maybe from porn, I don't know. He seemed both intrigued and intimidated by the idea of them. He looked up at Sean, communicating his hesitation, and almost asking the NCO for permission. 

Sean stepped up between the Cadet's open thighs, cock in hand, showing off his erection some. "You don't gotta use them, Cadet. It's up to you," he said, running his rough finger along Brock's hole to scoop up enough spare lube to apply to his rigid prick. "But I have a feeling they'll make you really enjoy this a lot more."

I thought of my own first time using them, with David my professor fuck buddy. I wondered if I looked as green as Brock here as he lifted up the bottle. 

Sean was already bending his knees to bring his groin in close and then running the thick drippy head up and down the young guy's crack, coating his cock in more lube before lining it up with that horny hole. He watched Brock fumble with the bottle and added, "Maybe wait till I'm about to tap ya, kid... then take a nice big huff.."

Brock nodded, grateful for the instruction. He seemed poised, maybe a little nervous, but almost ready for something he'd dreamed of for a long time. His green eyes locked with Sean as my boyfriend pressed his hips forward firmly. 

Sean gripped one of the kid's wrestler-sized thighs. The Sergeant Major was definitely a man on a mission when it came to Cadet tail, and his dark eyes looked focused as he took deeper breaths of air. Brock whimpered and winced for a second. I gathered this wasn't the full penetration but the definite start. 

Sean nodded, and eagerly Brock held the bottle up to his nose and took a couple deep whiffs, one in each nostril. I knew Sean well enough to know he was being very patient, far more patient than he wanted. But the rush hit the Cadet, and Sean took advantage of it, spearing into the young stud.

I watched all that beefy pale muscle go reddened and flush as Brock felt that deep desire. His nostrils flared, even if that bottle was at his sides now. His dick didn't go down in the least. 

Millimeter after millimeter of Army cock pushed inside the young man's tightness. I was now standing a little off to the side, watching Brock's supine body and Sean in control between those thick legs. I could see Sean's ass cheeks clench as he pushed all of that dick inside the young Cadet.

Brock hissed and at a couple of times clenched the bedsheets, but he took it like a man. The moaning gasp caught inside Brock's throat, his green eyes looking open and submissive as Sean began a shallow but forceful thrust. Sean's dogtags now softly jingled with his now steady pumping motion. 

I watched Brock's face. He knew know that he had some definite high rank fucking his hole now. His eyes showed it.

My recent argument with Sean had me wondering about sex roles. I wondered if there was anything to guys being "natural" bottoms or "natural" tops or versatile. Particularly since either role seemed to be something you had to learn, at least to do well.

This Cadet here seemed to be both a natural and a learned bottom. He clearly had the urge and the deep desire to be fucked. Now that Sean was pumping steadily into him, Brock's body was responding with amazing openness to the act, his legs spread wide as the young man held them apart, his pale skin flushing red from the sexual excitement. His dogtogs were now clinking, too, from the force of each of Sean's strong thrusts. It was like young Brock was learning to be the sexual man he had always wanted to become. 

I crawled onto the bed down next to the Cadet. At first he didn't turn to look at me, his focus was so intent on the top showing him a new dimension of fucking. I could see Brock's firm pecs bouncing with each of Sean's powerful thrusts and that ever hard erection sticking up from between his spread legs. I placed my hand on his smooth chest and felt the warmth of his skin. 

Brock looked up at me, a dazed look on his cute face. I wrapped my arm under his buzzed head, and his green eyes held mine. I smiled down on him, knowing first-hand what a Sean Carter fuck felt like. Sean for his part was leaning down, not far enough to kiss, but reasserting the three-way connection. 

I felt almost like an exhibitionist as I met Brock in a kiss. He grunted into my mouth but was less passive now, and I felt his soft tongue plunge in between my lips.

I was keenly aware of Sean's gaze as I slid my hand down the Cadet's chest, down his abs, and then to his solid, leaking shank. As I wrapped my hand around that leaking dick, Brock arched his back, feeling the double stimulation.

I kissed Brock a little deeper, then we pulled apart once Sean started thrusting harder. Brock could take it, and moreover seemed to love it. 

"THAT's what it's supposed to feel like," I taunted, before I removed my hand.

Brock looked at me in shock, surprised at the sensations coursing through his body, and he nodded. "Oh God." He reached down to stroke his dick, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him. That made the kid writhe more against the mattress, turned on and frustrated at the same time.

It was too much for Sean, and I heard the familiar sounds of his orgasm rumble. 

I looked up at the big muscled NCO, jaw tight, eyes set. "Ungh!" Sean grunted, as a thin sheen of sweat coated the olive-complected skin of his flexing body and matted the dark hairs of his body. His dogtags clanked faster now. I watched big hands grip Brock's thighs tight and pull the Cadet hard onto his cock. 

It was amazing to watch Sean Carter cum. Pure masculinity, but mid-orgasm his face twisted into an almost pained expression. I'd seen it before, but too often I'd had my mouth around his cock or was dealing with my own pleasure. Now, I was able to watch and appreciate the view of it all. 

Brock's attention had gone back fully to Sean, accepting the Grade-A Army spunk. Sean was getting a good nut in Brock, all right. 

Sean knew to go slow as he began to withdraw. There was a soft wet smack as Brock's body finally relaxed, his breath finally exhaling. It was only then that I realized how much tension Brock had kept in his body.

Sean, meanwhile, had a smug look of sexual contentment on his face, his still rigid cock was still dribbling with seed. 

But with the cockiness came the friendliness that followed. Sean patted Brock's thigh and urged him to lower them for a minute's rest. "Ready for somethin' bigger, Cadet?" he asked. It was worded as a question, but it had a hint of an order behind it.

Brock looked over at me and nodded. We hadn't let him come, so he was clearly keyed up. As I scooted off the bed and got into place, he reached for the vial of poppers at his side. 

"Not gonna lie, Kid, Jim here's got a baseball bat," Sean said as he crawled onto the bed next to Brock. They both watched as I lubed my cock, then nudged Brock to lift his legs again. The Cadet's pink hole was now loosened and majorly wet with lube, juice, and Sean's fresh load. 

I gripped his right calf and grunted at the sight. It'd been so long since I topped, and now my cock was harder than ever with anticipation. I wasted no time gripping my shaft and bringing the tip of my 8-inch dick to his already fucked asslips. I watched as I lined my cock in place, nudging it in for a toe hold.

"You got this, Cadet," I heard Sean mutter softly. Their faces were close, Sean was grinning, and I could sense their bond as military men. They kissed softly, not romantically, but without the heavy tongue I'd used with Brock.

My prick was leaking bad and I smeared it on Brock's pucker. 

Brock was now the one with a grin as they broke their kiss. Sean's expression was more concerned. "You might need another huff," he cautioned. 

I watched Brock take a long, slow drag of poppers, the little bottle in his hand, pressed to one nostril. That was my queue. I nudged in my prick, feeling the initial openness of his hole spread around my cock head before I felt the inevitable tightness. Brock clearly felt me now. I knew I was thicker than Sean, much thicker, so I knew not to just shove in. But that ass was tight and smooth inside. 

I pushed in at a reasonable pace, not so slow that Brock's pucker would seize up, but not so fast to make him uncomfortable. Brock nodded with a tight lip as he took another hit of poppers. The young guy exhaled, and his tightness loosened just a bit more to let me press in another inch or two. I moaned myself at the hot heat now enveloping my cock head, knowing that I was now pushing Sean's load even deeper into Brock's tunnel.

The pace did the trick. Soon, I was buried balls deep in that snug, moist Cadet hole.

"Fuck!" I cried. 

Brock let out a similar cry now that I'd lodged past his now open internal tightness. His chute had a tight grip around my 8-inch length. I let go of his calf as I let both my hands grip the back of his thighs, pressing his legs closer to his chest.

It was strange to see Sean shift from his dominant streak into coach mode. "Another," he urged Brock, patting the guy's pecs. 

"Yeah," Brock hissed. I could tell he felt my size. My thrusts were shallow as Brock seemed to finally begin accommodating my girth and length. Sean's semen was copious and felt terrifically slick around my cock. 

Brock brought the vial up one more time and took a couple swift sniffs. I gave it a second, then began to move my hips to drag my extra wide cock from the Cadet's hot depths. I paused at the edge, only to plunge back in to the base. Then again, I hit deeper into his bowels. 

"Aw fuck," Brock cried, his body now clinging to Sean.

"You like 'em big, don't you?" I asked as I started to fuck Brock at a good pace. Maybe I was playing things up for Sean.

Brock lay back and nodded, the poppers still in his hand as he took smaller hits to stave off any unwillingness of his hole to take me. "Oh man! It's so big..." he cried.

Sean had his arm wrapped around Brock's shoulder, holding his body as I made his tight, round little muscles jostle with each thrust. A couple of times he let go of his cock to keep from cumming before I finished inside him. It was a battle I was pretty sure Brock wasn't going to win. 

"I didn't hear your answer," I growled as I gave a deeper thrust. Sean's verbal nature in the sack was rubbing off on me. 

"Fuck yes," the Cadet practically barked, rasing his head off the bed to look at me from between his open thighs. "Your cock is huge."

"You're getting it in spades, stud. Scored two big ones tonight." I looked over at Sean to communicate my excitement over this threeway-fuck. He looked on with a matching expression. He'd gotten his rocks off, but he was into this. 

"Man you guys are incredible," Brock said, looking over at Sean next to him and then at me. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

I gave him what he asked for. Riding Brock's heightened sexual state, I fucked faster and faster. I could feel the connection between my cock and Brock's ass grow real wet and tacky, undoubtedly some from Sean's semen. Indeed, I Iooked down and saw the frothy mix of lube and Sean's load oozing out from between my pistoning shaft and Brock's asslips. If it were possible, I went even faster.

Then a thought occurred to me. "Anyone you been dreaming of doing this to you?"

He nodded. Jackpot. The kid had some long-running fantasy.

"Who? Who you been holding out on?" I asked as I power fucked him, skin slapping skin. There was a blast of cool air as I suddenly felt the sweat all over my body.

"Colonel Stansell," he hissed. His hand hovered inches over his aching rod as he did his best to restrain himself from jacking off. 

"Go right for that Officer dick, huh?" I sneered, working up pretty close to my own orgasm. "Why don't you jerk off imagining that Colonel Stansell has a fat eight-inch cock pounding your hole."

Brock was beside himself with delirious lust. His head fell back into Sean's shoulder and he looked up at me wild-eyed. My order was the permission he needed to grip his bone and tug it two, maybe three times, before it started jetting spurts of young seed on his ripped abs and smooth chest.

"Goddamn!" he grunted, as he lifted his shoulders off the bed as he had what I just knew was the most intense orgasm of his life. 

I'd almost forgotten the feel of a man's clenching guts around my prick, but the intensity of Brock's cum was milking me with rhythmic pulses of tightness. I'd been trying to hold off up until this point, and the beer I'd had was helping, but now my ejaculation was going to come, fast.

I pressed harder down on his bent thighs, my hips losing all rhythm. My dick swelled then exploded in his guts. Even in one of those half-out-of-body orgasms, I knew my ass muscles were jerking with the need to pound off inside Brock for my final strokes. 

Sean looked on, grinning as he watched my facial expression twist with exerted pleasure. Brock probably didn't even notice I was jizzing inside him, but I was, and good. Maybe it was an unconscious thing, but I swear my nuts were trying to pump out a load to outdo Sean's. 

Either way, the Cadet's conquered hole was good and sauced when I slowly and finally pulled out. I watched his ring try to close back up, but not fully. Sean's dredged-out load oozed out with my own fresh deposit. It was a lewd sight, the way it smeared down Brock's fuzzy, lube-wet crack before Brock finally lowered his legs.

Sean scooted off the bed and my lips met Sean's, hungry for our own connection after our attention had been on Brock. We made out as Brock caught his breath. Eventually, the Cadet got off the bed and met us for a nice threeway make out session. Sean had one arm wrapped around Brock and one around me. If I hadn't blown such a hard load inside Brock, I probably would have chubbed up again at the three-way kiss. 

Sean broke the kiss and gave me a reassuring wink before turning to Brock. "How was it, buddy?" he asked. "Everything you wanted?" It was Sean working that friendly mode with Brock, and I made note of his words. I'd felt like Brock was the one who gave everything Sean and I wanted, but I remembered that, yeah, the kid had fulfilled some major fantasy of his own, too. 

He was beaming, smirking a little as if he were a little kid trying to act like an adult. Precociously mature. "Absolutely. You guys are incredible."

I patted the Cadet's smooth, round ass and stepped back. My prick swinging heavy now, I went over to my bag to fetch the bourbon bottle I'd packed, then picked up a few plastic cups from the minibar area. "Gentlemen, I think that deserves a toast."

We were in a jovial mood after, and it was fun to hang out with Brock, all of us nude in the king-sized bed and sipping bourbon till two in the morning before the drink and sex and the day's excitement caught up with us. 

I assumed Brock would be heading back to his hotel, but when Sean said, "feel like crashing here, man?" our visitor readily agreed. We got ready for bed and soon were snuggling together under the covers, me in the middle between Sean and Brock. It wasn't my first threesome, but I decided this was how threesomes should be. 

*****

I woke up early. Very early. Sean still was lying next to me on his back, sleeping soundly and snoring softly. His powerful chest rose with each breath as his face looked both rugged and tranquil. I looked to my other side. The spot where Brock had slept in our bed now was empty, but as I ran my hand over the spot, I could tell the sheets were still warm. 

It was then that I noticed the shower was running in the bathroom. A glance at the clock, which read 6:15, made me guess that our Cadet had to be back to his hotel before the buses took off.

I don't always wake up with raging morning wood, but I sure did that morning. I gripped my cock under the covers and gave it a squeeze. I looked over at Sean. He was sound asleep, and I don't know, I think I was in a horny frame of mind that made me want a continuation of last night. I slid out of the sheets, my bobbing erection leading the way as I padded to the bathroom. Who knows, I thought, Brock might not even be up for anything.

"Hey," I greeted after I walked into the steamy bathroom, my eyes squinting at the bright halogen lights as I scratched my bed head with one hand. "Mind I join you?" I asked with a sleepy tone.

Wet with just his dogtags, Brock looked past the fogged glass shower wall and saw me there, sleepy except for my large hardon. He gave a chuckle, probably at my clear lust. "Uh, yeah, sure."

I opened the glass door and got in. Brock made room for me to step in and under the spray. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, brushing it back and away from my face. With the water pelting my neck and back, I took the soap from his hands and started lathering his back. I generally focused on older guys and had a thing for their bodies, but feeling Brock's tight muscle on his shorter body, I could see the appeal and realize some of what drew Sean to younger guys. Especially when I stepped in close, pressing my chest to his back, I could run my hands up and down the Cadet's front, which was fairly smooth and ripped from his abs to his chest. 

"That's nice," he whispered, turning his head, and I ventured further down. The young dude was hard as steel. I soaped up his smaller erection and stroked it gently. 

"You did great last night," I said, kissing behind his ear. I couldn't help it, I bent my knees, lowering my cock so I could nudge my hips forward till my erection pressed into his soapy crack.

He gave a soft laugh. "I didn't think I could handle your size," he said, "but it was great."

"You really do like em big, don't you?" I asked, my voice quiet. Last night, the statement was a sex talk taunt, but I was curious now what made this Cadet tick.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think I do," he replied. "I've seen some porn with big ones, but it's amazing to see a dick like yours in real life." He leaned back against my wet body. "The Sergeant Major's too," he added.

With my hands still wrapped around him, I squatted down a few more inches to line up with his probably still tender hole. Brock lifted his leg enough for me to slide my fat cock head back into his still lubed hole. Last night's activity had loosened the young Army man up and it didn't take much effort to press inward. 

Brock lifted his arms, bending forward even more to place his hands on the shower wall to brace himself. I slowly pressed in even deeper. "Yes," he hissed now that I was just about half in him. 

I ran my hands up and down his back and reached over to turn off the shower, which was now spraying on Brock's head. I was feeling more and more friction, and not the good kind. It was chafing my cock and from Brock's wincing sounds, I gathered he was feeling uncomfortable, too. 

With perfect timing Sean opened the shower door. "Guys, you might want this." He had a bottle of lube in his hand and he handed it to me. 

I grinned, blushing a little and getting caught dipping my dick into the Cadet hole once again. At least Sean didn't seem pissed off. Rather, he stood outside the shower and stroked his beefy erect cock as he watched me lube up and enter Brock once more. The Cadet was squirting a dollop into his palm and was now stroking off in rhythm to my thrusts, bracing his upper body now with just one hand, the tube of lube now discarded on the floor of the shower. 

I let out a couple of grunts, and Brock hissed in excitement, but mostly it was a symphony of slick, squishy sounds mixed with the tinkling of dogtags. My prick pounding Brock's ass, Brock and Sean masturbating. Even without the poppers, Brock was now opened up enough to take me, and I knew I didn't need to go as hard or as long to get off as I did last night. 

I wasn't sure when Sean came, but Brock fired off before me, grunting excitedly as he had his second proper anal-driven orgasm. The tightness had me jizzing in no time, too, spurting my morning load deep into the Cadet's bowels. When I finally pulled out, my dick was still firm and I was feeling a rush. Looking over at Sean, he gave me a wink and flicked his own excess semen into the sink before washing his hands. 

He picked up a bottle of ibuprofen out of his toiletries bag. "I came in here because of my goddamn hangover," he deadpanned, his wide, rippled back to us, popping a couple of the tablets as he chased it with some water. "But thanks for the show."

With that he padded back out to go back to bed. Brock and I smirked guilty at each other while I reached over to turn the shower back on to rinse off the lube and semen.

*****

Sean and I came back to the room after breakfast. His hangover was abating, and I was waking up from the food and the coffee. 

Sean had a knowing grin on his face as he sat down on the bed, still in his Army zip-up fleece and jeans. 

"What?" I asked, still in my own olive drab Army hoodie as I took off my black Army cap and ran my fingers through my hair. 

"I have to admit I thought you were lying about being into topping," he replied.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I was laughing more than pissed off. I guess getting laid that morning had helped my mood.

He looked at me, and I think he was trying to see if I was genuinely offended. "You wouldn't be the first guy I've met who really liked bottoming, maybe a little too much, and decided he had to prove himself."

"You think I'm trying to prove myself?" I replied.

He shook his head. "Nope. Can't fake the way you pounded that Cadet. Fucking impressive to watch. I know my way around a pussy and even I was taking a few mental notes."

I shook my head at Sean's crudeness. It's what I loved about him, but it was a bit much sometimes. A thought occurred to me. "So was this a test?"

"Aw nothing like that, Big Guy. Listen.... honest, I feel bad I can't give you what you want."

"You do give me what I want," I objected.

"Not all of what you want."

"No," I admitted. I wasn't sure if this threesome was part of his plan to get me fucking other guys as a way around his own unwillingness to bottom.

He cocked a grin and patted the bed. "Come here, Big Guy," he growled.

I wished I could resist Sean's appeal more. I came over and sat on the bed next to him. 

He put his arm around me, pulling my body close. I could smell the citrus and sweet tobacco of his cologne, and while I didn't get a hardon, I felt a sexual excitement from the closeness. 

"You know," I said. "I thought I'd be jealous last night. But I wasn't. I guess sex is kind of our bond."

Sean smirked and I could see his brown eyes brighten some. "Jimmy... I fucking love that you're a horndog, too. Trust me," he said. He brought his lips to my hair, just above my temple. 

I nodded. "I don't know," I said. "I don't have a lot of dating experience, but I know sex is really important to me." 

Sean smirked. He knew what I meant. I continued with a shy smirk of my own, "I mean... with us, the sex is off the charts amazing," I said. Sean's brash nature made me feel like I could be forthright in talking so openly about sex, even more than with other men.

"I would agree, Hot Stuff," Sean nodded.

I took a deep breath.  "But I like the other stuff, too," I said. "The romance part."

Sean sighed. "Me, too Big Guy." He gave me a look that was more vulnerable than I was expecting. Wrapping his arm more tightly around my shoulder, he pulled me close into an embrace that felt as soft as his muscles felt hard. It felt good to be held by him. 

"Trust me, the threesomes are more of a rare occasion thing for me. And I'm not gonna push anything on you, Jim. I had fun last night, and I hope you did, too."

"I did," I said, reflecting on my experience the prior evening. "A lot. I liked that you were there, too."

"Well, if the opportunity arises, the right guy, we can try it again some time. Be we don't gotta, OK?"

"Yeah," I said. I liked that idea. Us being open to fun, together, but Sean acknowledging my hesitation.

His expression got more serious, and he pulled me into a kiss. It was a nice soft kiss. Not horny, more romantic. I responded immediately. Sean pulled me closer and held me, guiding me back onto the bed, the sheets unmade, our combined body weight feeling heavy on the softness of the mattress. 

The soft, sensual makeout session got more worked up as I rolled on top of him, my arms around his neck as his hands slid up my back through my hoodie and over my firm, round ass in my jeans. I was throwing hard now. I was surprised I was ready to go again so soon, but Sean had that effect on me. I had a feeling he was feeling similarly turned on.

"Fuck, this is nice," I hissed as we broke our kiss, my hand running over his bristled fade as I stared down at his deep brown eyes. 

Sean nodded and brushed my blond hair back. "It is, Jim." He looked over at the clock. "We got about two hours till check out... what do you say we take our time for this one?" he asked with a growl as he rolled me over onto my back, pinning me under his body this time.

"Yes," I said and gave a grunt of my own as Sean roughly grabbed my wrists and pulled them up to pin them to the bed next to my head as he swooped in for another deep, tongue-heavy kiss.

We made check out, but barely.