Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 17:19:42 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 18

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Naval Tradition

18

Charlottesville, Spring 2003 Spring Semester, Freshman Year


I had never been to a swim meet before but watching the parade of hot guys
in their speedos, I wondered why I never had. I was there to cheer my buddy
Eric Foster on off course, and to see him ace the backstroke. It was hard
not to bone up a little watching the tall strapping dude haul himself out
of the water, his shaved muscle soaking wet and his navy blue skimpy trunks
clinging to his junk and his fine sculpted ass. A couple of his teammates
looked pretty awesome, too, but I tried not to seem like too much a perv
watching them.

At one point Eric gave me a thumbs up, before striding over to join his
teammates and hiding that beautiful sinewed body with an oversized towel. I
knew how he felt. Baseball isn't the most popular spectator sport at the
college level, either, and I could tell he was glad to have someone there
cheering him on.

My bud had started dating a girl, a brunette gorgeous chick from
Tri-Delt. Carrie. I actually liked her a lot, she had a trash-talking
cynical edge that you wouldn't expect from her pretty Southern-girl
looks. Eric had cut off sex between us, but that was OK with me. Not that I
didn't miss pounding his beautiful hungry ass, but nice thing about a
fuckbuddy situation is how there are no strings. Foster had something
working for him, and that was awesome.

He and I actually talked about it later that afternoon, smoking a joint in
his room. I asked how things were going with Carrie.

"Awesome, bro," he answered exhaling smoke. "I'm curious Jim.... you ever
think of going with a girl?"

From anyone else this might seem accusatory, but I could see what Foster
was getting at. It would be easier, safer to play straight. "I've thought
about it," I admitted. "Who knows? Maybe I'll give it a try. I have done
with with a chick before, you know," I winked. I thought back to the time
of losing my virginity in my brother Matt's bedroom.

Eric laughed. "I bet she complained about your size, man."

I grabbed my crotch in a mock-lewd gesture. "Ha. Some people go for the
extra size, believe it or not."

Eric blushed, and I could tell he felt a little ashamed of his own
attraction to my cock. "Fuck," he hissed in frustration, taking the joint
from my hand.

"What?" I asked. I hoped I hadn't pissed my buddy off with something I
said. Though I couldn't think of what I did.

"I told myself I'd stay away from your dick." Eric was an attractive guy,
real attractive, but he looked even cuter when he got in his relaxed stoned
state, his brown eyes getting that puppy dog expression.

"I can respect that, man," I said. "I have respected that."

He flopped back on his bed, hand on his face, as if he was trying to wipe
the fog from his head. "Dude, it's not you, it's me." He leaned up on his
elbows and looked back at me. "I think about that fat cock. A lot. Is that
fucked up?"

"Nah, man. You're 21, of course you're gonna be thinking about sex
nonstop."

He nodded, as if reluctantly agreeing with me. "Can I see it?" he asked
softly.

I undid my jeans and peeled them and my briefs down. Of course I was hard
now.

"Fuck," Eric growled. "You're beautiful, Jim." He scooted forward and
gripped my meat with hands that felt soft from the time in the pool. My
erection jerked a little in his hands as he caressed it.

"As much as I love having my dick worshipped, bud, I'm wondering
something..."

Eric looked up, taking his eyes off my prick almost reluctantly. "Yeah?"

"If we're gonna do something today I've been wanting to work on my
cocksucking. You mind if I get a little practice on you?" For all the
no-nonsense fucking Foster and I had done, I felt surprisingly embarrassed
asking. "You know, suck your dick for a while first."

Eric got a big grin on his face and started undoing his jeans, pushing them
down to show off his own boner. It was a perfect medium size - thick enough
and long enough to be a challenge for me but not too intimidating. "It'd be
my honor, Jim."

I liked pretty much everything about sex, sucking dick included, but now I
had a renewed sense of purpose as I leaned forward and took my buddy into
my mouth. The way his cock tasted on my tongue and the way it filled up my
mouth gave me a rush. Cause I knew I was practicing for Dad. Working on my
blowjob abilities to be able to service him better.

I gave another quick swipe of Eric's dick with my tongue before I backed up
far enough to say, "Coach me in this, buddy. Let me know if there's
anything I can do to make it better." With that I dove back on his rod and
started sucking him the best I knew how.

"Oh fuck," Eric moaned. "Jim McGrath, you hot fucking cocksucking jock..."
And his hands grabbed my shoulders, guiding me into a steady suck motion as
he relaxed and leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of it all.

I gave him head, and he urged me on and gave me some guidance. "Slower,
bud... right there. That thing you're doing with your tongue. Keep doing
that Jim." Pretty soon he was urging me to go faster, then he stopped
talking and let himself get worked up by my blowjob, and pretty soon his
body was tensing up and he was shooting his semen into my mouth and throat
as he moaned softly.

I pulled off, proud of my accomplishment in getting him off but he didn't
waste anytime pouncing on me and practically scarfing my hardon into his
hungry mouth, paying me back with an expert blowjob of his own.

I wouldn't say Foster's as good as Holt, but he had a different technique
that I enjoyed feeling. Needier, less expert, it still made feel like a
true stud. I was primed and it didn't take me long to spurt into his
mouth. He suckled at my cock as my load continued to pour out.

When he came off, I saw his hand was covered with a second of his loads. He
looked embarrassed that this had happened but I tried to put him at
ease. "Thanks, dude," I said, hiking my jeans back up. "Sorry if I pushed
the boundaries a little. I've been super horny lately. You know how it is."

He nodded, thankful I was acting like I was the initiator. He wiped off his
cummy hand and got dressed again. "Dude, you feel like watching a movie or
something." Back to friend mode. I nodded. I had a history test next week
but could study over the weekend.


***


I had a breakout baseball season that spring. I think even the coaches were
surprised how well I was playing. They'd put me on the varsity team, even
as a freshman, and then moved me around in the line up until I earned the
nickname of the Cleanup Kid. I had more RBIs that spring than UVA had seen
from a player in a few years. Better yet, my defense game was getting
better, and I hoped to earn a spot at second base, my high school
position. For now, I was learning the outfield the best I could.

Dad drove up to see a lot of my games. Crowds at baseball games are never
very big, and I appreciated each and every person who came to watch. But
knowing my father was there, rooting for me, was special. I know I played
my best when he was in the bleachers watching.

Every time was the same routine. After I'd showered and changed, Dad would
be waiting out front, ready to give me a hug and a hearty "Great to watch
you play, Slugger." Whether we'd won or lost. "Ready to grab a bite?"

Then it was the same burger joint and the normal father-son small talk. Him
telling me about his pain-in-the-ass clients, me telling him about classes
and which professors I liked and disliked.

Then, casual as could be, we'd get into his SUV and tool out of town a few
miles to a near-deserted state park. My room was a no-go - even if Tim was
out we couldn't be sure he wouldn't return. Dad would pull into a remote
corner and we'd get out and walk about fifty paces into the woods.

Each time our mouths met it was like heaven to me. I wished I could do this
all the time, make out with Dad. But it was only on these rare occasions
when we could and even then Dad only wanted to kiss as a buildup for the
act. Him unzipping, me crouching down in front of him. Taking that giant
erection in my mouth and giving him head. He'd learned to control his
trigger with me, but I was still learning how to suck his oversized cock
properly.

I'd been working toward this act. Sucking Foster. Paying close attention to
how Holt blew me. I copied every small movement with Dad, at least the best
I could given his ginormous size. It was too much cock to fellate properly
but I think Dad got off watching me trying to stuff his prick into my
mouth, and down into the tightness of my throat.

We learned to make it last, me bobbing up and down, treating him to some
loving tongue work, fellating Dad for a good ten minutes before he couldn't
hold off any more. Hot jets of fatherly sperm pumping into my throat, as I
violently frigged my own dick to ejaculate against the tree bark between
Dad's legs.

Finally, he'd relax his body and the hand caressing my hair would let go as
he stepped aside and hiked his jeans back up. "You're too good to me,
Slugger," he'd say.

"Any time, Dad."

I could tell he felt guilty, after getting his nut. Each and every
time. He'd give me a wistful look, like he wanted to say something. Kiss me
or tell me we couldn't kiss, maybe he was feeling both. But in a chivalrous
gesture, he'd offer me his handkerchief to wipe the cum off my fist as I
straightened up. And we'd walk back silently to the car.

The drive back to campus would be silent, too, until we got to my
dorm. Then Dad would speak as if it were a normal weekday in a normal
father and son's life.

"Great to see you, son. You played great out there. Always do."

"Thanks, Dad."

"See you in a couple of weeks? I gotta travel for work next week but will
be able to make it up after that."

"That's be great Dad."

He'd give me a quick pat on my shoulder, and I'd nod in affirmation as I
opened the car door and got out.

That's pretty much how it went every time.


***

Those times with my father were both the best and the worst. It was an
emotional rollercoaster, since I craved for more with him but was also
grateful for the unbelievable experience of sex with my Dad. I knew I'd
probably be better off putting a stop to it, but I was unable to. Servicing
him tapped so deeply into my sexual psyche, that it was addictive. I don't
know how many guys had the hots for their own father, but I couldn't be the
only one and I guessed that it was rare treat for me to be able to act on
my desires.

I jerked off a lot those spring months. I mean, more than normal. I
developed my fantasies further, with Dad in their starring role. I jacked
off reliving every moment and sensation of sucking his dick. I thought of
doing more with him than suck his dick.

It keyed my libido up. Thank goodness for Bulldozer's blowjobs. While our
schedules didn't allow for meeting up too often, I drained my balls in his
throat at least a couple times a week. He even let me fuck him a couple of
times.

I love getting serviced. For the sex, but also for the admiration of other
guys. It's a real nice ego boost having Holt going down on me. I thought of
the uneven dynamic between me an Dad and one night when Charlie and I had
some alone time in his dorm room - his roommate off upstate for the weekend
- I asked Holt if he wanted me to blow him.

I'd pushed him off my dick and he gave it heavy swipes with his
tongue. "You don't gotta McGrath. I love sucking you."

"I love you sucking me, too, but I want your fucking dick, Holt," I
growled.

He laughed and reclined his beefy half-hairy body back. His cock stood up,
erect and craving attention. "All right, have at it, buddy."

I smiled and crawled into cocksucking position. He moaned as I took him in,
maybe a little surprised I was this good at it. Not Bulldozer good, but I'd
gotten better with a few sessions with Foster. Holt let me work him over,
and slowly his body became more tense with sexual pleasure, until his dick
exploded in my mouth, sending a rush of sweet sperm into my craw. I don't
know what supplements Holt's strength coach had him on, but his cum tasted
like sweet cream.

"Damn, McGrath, that's the most romantic thing ya ever did for me, buddy,"
he joked. We liked to make light of the no-strings nature of our bond.

I leaned up, a little proud that my dicksucking skills were getting
better. "You know me," I laughed.

"What would you do without me, stud?" he asked, reaching over to his
nightstand and pulling out a tube of lubricant. I wasn't sure of his
plans. Maybe he just wanted to stroke me off, like he'd done a couple of
times.

"I'd be climbing the walls, probably. It's great to take the edge off," I
said my hard cock throbbing in anticipation as I watched him pop the
lid. "Though I do have another fuck buddy."

Holt's eyes widened, "Yeah, McGrath?" I thought he might be jealous or
concerned or something, but he wasn't fazed in the least. "Good for you,
buddy. I worry about you sometimes." He squirted a heavy amount of liquid
on his thick fingers and reached back into his furry crack, prodding his
hole and greasing it up. "Go easy with that mule dick of yours, OK,
McGrath?"

"Aye aye," I nodded, my breath quickening as I anticipated boning Holt's
beefy ass once more.


***

The inevitable came. Something was different the time in early April when
Dad came to one of my games. I could tell from his body language and the
look in his eyes that we weren't going to have sex afterward. Gone was the
sly sexual energy and replaced with a quiet nervousness.

I first thought maybe he it was about about Paul. My brother had just told
us he was moving to the Midwest. It turned out his wife Jess had gotten a
job promotion which involved her relocating, and she was thrilled at the
chance to be closer to her family.

"You think Paul wants to move?" I asked. He'd sounded laid-back and happy
about it, but that's how my big brother dealt with everything. A big ol'
goofball.

Dad nodded. "Maybe a little nervous. But I think he wants to get out and
really start his own life. Being in Norfolk, well, I don't think he's liked
living in the shadow of the Navy."

I knew what Dad meant. Paul was certainly proud of Dad, we all were. Crazy
proud. But my brother realized he didn't have the school smarts to be Navy
officer material or even to do well in business like John. He's the only
one of us not to go to college, and while he wasn't resentful I think he
felt out of step for a while. He loved being a cop, though, and the sense
of purpose it gave him. Moving away would let Paul be Paul, not Robert
McGrath's boy.

"Knowing Paul," I said, "he'll adapt pretty well."

Dad nodded. "You're probably right. I'll miss having him around, but I'm
sure he'll do well out in Kansas City."

So I thought Dad was just being moody because of my brother. But later
during dinner, Dad dropped the bombshell. "Slugger, I've started dating
somebody." He sat across from me and watched my reaction as he let the news
sink in. "Alli's her name. Nothing serious, at least not yet, but I felt
like I had to get back out there."

"Yeah," I said quietly. "You should." It was hard to say, but I knew Dad
needed a relationship, something normal. What he and I were doing sure as
fuck didn't count.

He gave me a slightly pained expression then added. "I waited while you
boys were growing up. Now you're off to college."

"I wish you didn't feel like you had to wait until I was gone. I'd have
been OK with it."

"You mean, like you're being OK with it now?" he rebuked me, a little
harshly. Damn, we were acting like a couple breaking up. Then he corrected
himself. "Sorry Jimbo, I've not done right by you lately, but I'm ready to
date again. Understand?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said impatiently. "I said you should get out there."

He looked at me askance. I'd said the right things, but he knew I didn't
believe them. Not fully, not deep down. That I was jealous.

"I hope this doesn't keep you from coming to visit this summer." I'd
planned to get an apartment with Holt for next year and spend the summer
working on batting and conditioning.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll be down." I was telling the truth this time.

***

That night I took out my frustration on Eric Foster's round swimmer's
ass. I was primal.

"Damn, Jim, what got into you?" he asked as he stretched his legs out post
fuck. "You about tore me a new one."

I ran my hands through Eric's sperm wetting down his shaved-smooth
torso. It had been a heavy load I'd pounded out of him and the jizz clung
in heavy drops to my finger tips. "Dude, you loved it, too. But if it makes
you feel better, next time I'll go easier."

Eric shook his head. "I gotta cut this out, Jim. Really. Things are getting
serious with Carrie."

I wasn't sure I believed him, but I also valued the casual laid back thing
Eric and I had, much like with Holt, but different. So I agreed to give him
some space, which cheered him up a little.

"I'll make a confession," he finally said a half hour later, as we were
smoking down and watching TV. "I didn't think I'd like it hard like you
gave me just now. But I did." His lips curling up into a smile. And my
cocky smile showing wide in return.

***

I was missing something. I missed having sex with an older man. I missed
the sexual experience, the way an older man's muscle feels, the body hair
against my smoother body.

I missed kissing. Romantic and sexual kissing. Make out sessions with
another man, not just getting my rocks off.

And I missed getting fucked. It had been since Paul's wedding weekend since
another man had boned me, and that was way too long ago.

I felt weird about calling Uncle Jack up, but I was also horny for
something he could provide. I still thought about the way he'd taken my
cherry, and I sometimes jacked off to visual thoughts of the Navy man who'd
been a family friend forever.

"Hello?" It had been a few months since I'd heard his voice and in my
current mood the deep, masculine navy man turned me on, just imagining
being in the same room for him.

"Uncle Jack? It's Jim."

Surprise in his voice. "Jimbo. Great to hear from you. What's new? School
going OK?"

"Yeah, great." We chatted and I told him about classes and my baseball
season. He gave a pleased response but in a tone that was wondering why I
was calling. "Listing, Jack, I was thinking it might be good to get out of
town. Into the city. I might drive up to DC next weekend. If you're
around...."

I didn't want to impose and ask to stay there. Thankfully, Jack chimed
in. "Well, I hope you're staying with me. You're always welcome here,
Slugger, you know that. Even if I'm out of town."

"Thanks, sir." I said. "You away next weekend?" I was a little disappointed
at the idea of missing him. I really wanted to connect with the man again.

"I'll have to check, but I should be around. Will be good to see
you. Listen, I gotta run now, but we can catch up when you're in town, OK?'

"Sure. Thanks again, sir."

***

It was good to see Jack, real good. There was a hint of awkwardness at
first, as he greeted me that Friday late afternoon, still in his
uniform. He looked incredibly hot in it, and I felt a little embarrassed to
be appraising him so openly.

"Just got home," he said, as he drew me into a tight clasp of a hug. "Let
me change and we'll go grab a bite."

We went to a Thai place in his neighborhood. I'm more of a meat and
potatoes kind of guy but it was fun to try something new. We caught up over
dinner, and Jack asked me how I liked UVA, if I was glad I didn't go to
Georgetown.

"I'm pretty sure it was the right decision," I said. "It's fun to visit DC
but I like the smaller town. Besides, I'm not sure what kind of trouble I'd
get into here," I winked.

Jack laughed. "I have a pretty good idea. Though you're a good kid, always
were. Not like your brother Paul." My older brother had gone through a
rebellious phase in high school, which made his career choice of police
officer that much more of a surprise.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't quite belong," I admitted. "I mean, college
is fun and I've met some cool guys." I didn't know if I should continue.

"But..." Jack prompted, his expression encouraging and concerned.

Somehow I felt like I could confide in him, treat him as a friend. "But I
gotta keep the gay thing hidden if I want a baseball career. I'm making
peace with that, but a smart part of me wishes I could let loose."

Jack took a sip from his beer as he listened. "Let loose?"

"I got to be guarded, even in who I sleep with," I said. "And at some point
I'd like a boyfriend. I've never had one. Not a real one."

"Just fuck buddies?" he said.

"I remember... you taught me that word," I laughed. "But yeah, I got a
couple of those. They help. A lot actually."

He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe how precocious you are,
Jim," Uncle Jack sighed. "I hope you get what you want. I have a feeling
you will."

His encouragement made me feel better, and I felt warm inside as we walked
the few blocks in the cold air back to his apartment.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen this evening, but as we relaxed on
his couch, I was heartened by the fact Jack didn't reach to turn on the TV
or anything. We just sat, our body language open and content, looking at
one another.

"I'm glad you came, Jimbo," Jack murmured and he scooted toward me. I met
him, then our faces met, and we were kissing, softly, almost
romantically. Jack's an incredible kisser and more than that he seemed to
know what I needed just then.

He was wearing just a long-sleeve T-shirt and his body felt warm and hard
beneath, as we pressed together, our bodies reclining on the couch. I let
Jack take the lead and stretch his weight on top of me.

It was slow and sensual but gradually we picked up steam. Making out,
grinding our crotches together. I was hard as a rock and could tell this
Navy officer was, too. Finally, with an impatient gesture, Lieutenant Grant
grabbed the hem of my shirt and peeled it up my torso. He smiled as he
bared my chest and ran his fingers affectionately through my tuft of chest
hair. I could tell he was appraising how much had grown in since we'd last
been nude together and the memory of that moment made me break out in
goosebumps. I lifted my arms as he took off my shirt entirely.

My hands now reached for his shirt, lifting it up. I couldn't peel it off
him from where I lay, but he did the rest of the way. His expression was
serious and focused as he reached down and undid my jeans, taking a second
to run his hand along the ridge of my hard crotch.

The thud of my cock against my abs almost echoed in the quiet room,
followed by the sound of Jack's zipper. He was hard as nails too, and I
loved the sight of him fully erect, the beautiful length engorged and
sticking out. He kicked off his khakis and reached over to side table
drawer. He must have been prepared for this or else normally fucked guys
here in the living room, because the lube was there ready for him. I
watched eagerly as he flipped the cap and slicked his rod up, spreading my
legs in invitation.

I got the feeling we weren't gonna do foreplay this time, and I was OK with
that. It had been too long since I'd bottomed and I was eager for it. Eager
to relive my first time.

Jack groaned as his chest touched mine and our mouths reconnected. He
scooted his hips forward, pushing his hardon against my ass trench. He
playfully teased my pucker a bit as I wrapped my legs around him, then
soon, very soon, he started penetrating me.

God, I was so horny right then, my body just let it happen. Let Jack Grant
enter me. He pulled off our kiss and fixed on me with his steely gaze. Not
speaking but communicating his hunger and his surprise at how well I was
taking him in. Then, with a lusty look his hips lurched forward and pushed
the rest of him inside me. He was big and long but it felt awesome. I let
out a simple, "Yeah," and ground my ass against his crotch.

Then we off to the races, Jack fucking into me in steady, deep strokes, our
breaths tickling one another's faces as we inched closer to another kiss.

Something clicked and I had a realization that I was having sex with a guy
Dad had sex with at one time. I couldn't imagine Dad spreading his legs
like I was doing, bottoming, it was probably him fucking Jack. The idea and
mental image gave me a real intense rush.

Maybe Jack was thinking the same thing too, cause he was fucking harder
now. Like pounding me with brutal jabs of his cock as he gripped my
shoulders. It didn't take him long at that pace, and soon he was cumming
inside me, his strong body locked in full rut as his sperm entered deep
inside. I grabbed my own cock, too, and with a gentle stroke my own seed
started spurting out, too, all over our bellies.

I laughed a little as we came down from it all, involuntarily really, and
that made Jack laugh, too.

"Damn, Jimbo, I was hoping that's why you came up for a visit." Our lips
met again, more affectionate than impetuous now.

We uncoupled and rinsed off in his shower. He lovingly soaped my body
before I returned the favor. "I can take my time for a slower session
tomorrow," he said. "I knew I was too tired tonight."

"It was perfect," I said.

Equally perfect was getting into the sheets nude next to his body and
feeling his arm rest gently on my chest before we fell asleep.

**

Jack delivered on his promise, and I was the recipient of an hour-long edge
session the next morning before he finally plowed us both to an incredible
orgasm.

In the afterglow he noted that I'd sure learned to bottom well. "Had a lot
of practice, Jim?" he asked.

"Some," I said. "But not a lot. It's been too long. Normally I prefer it on
top."

"But you didn't come here to top," he observed.

"No, sir," I said. "Would you have let me?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Probably. If that's what you really wanted."

"I love fucking guys, but there's a part of me that just needs the other
way occasionally."

He gave me an unsure look, then spoke. "I don't know how to bring this up
without sounding like a total pig..."

"Try me," I said.

"If you ever get that itch again, I know another guy who'd love to fuck
you."

"Really? Who?"

"You know that Captain fuckbuddy of mine?"

"Yeah." The light bulb went on. "You mean...?"

"It's been over a year, and the man can't stop talking about you,
Jim. Anyway, think about it. I gotta warn you though, he can be a little
dominant in the bedroom."

Another light bulb went on for me. "That's why you hook up with him," I
said. It gave me a little thrill to think of this hot Navy lieutenant being
dominated by some superior officer.

Jack blushed, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn you ARE a precocious young stud, Jim McGrath," he said, hoisting his
perfect body out of bed. "Listen, I gotta get to the gym by noon if I'm
gonna get what I gotta get done today. I hate to fuck and run, but well..."

I stood up. "Maybe we can shower together again, you know, save some time."
I smirked.

**

I got home Saturday late afternoon and caught up with a workout in the
deluxe strength training gym the Athletic Department had for us. I saw my
strength coach, Coach Powers, getting in a set himself. The man was married
and I didn't get a guy vibe from him, not in the least, but I sure as hell
enjoyed looking at him. You could tell he'd once been a big muscular
athlete but had spent his middle aged years toning his body down to a
leaner profile, at least as lean as his genetics and age would allow. He
was a total DILF and the fact he was willing to spend extra time with me
through my conditioning and rehab meant I had extra time admiring him at
close quarters.

"Don't tell me this is how you spend your Saturday nights, McGrath," he
boomed as he came over to spot me in a press.

"Fraid so, Coach," I said. "I need more power in my swing."

He didn't say anything but gave me a look of pure approval and racked a
couple extra plates for another set.

It's funny. 48 hours earlier, I'd be pining after Coach Powers and
wondering why I could fuck around with a guy like that. But my visit with
Jack had taken the edge off. It let me enjoy Coach's masculine presence for
what it was, maybe storing it for a jack off session or two later. But I
knew there would be plenty of men in my future, men just as hot as Coach
P. I just had to be patient.