Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 19:49:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Full Service in the Military, part five Full Service in the Military By Danny Smith Part Five Unfortunately, "soon" turned into "later," and eventually into "quite a while." But before it turned into "maybe someday" the stars finally lined up and I was able to do two things -- schedule a trip to see Dad and also find a nonsuspicious way to do it alone. The plan was that I would travel to Biloxi for a few days over Christmas while Beth took the kids and visited with her parents. I was also seriously considering leaving the Air Force and accepting an offer with a private company. This trip would give me time to interview for the job, while spending some quality time with my Dad. Of course, my ulterior motive for being alone with Dad was to hopefully bring our relationship out in the open. I wanted him to admit that he knew it was me on the other side of that gloryhole all those years ago, and that he had indeed fucked me that cold winter night when we were sharing his bed. Both of us were trying to pretend we were asleep in bed, and that the gloryhole incident just hadn't happened. At least we never talked about it. [For details, see the previous story, "Full Service at Dad's Motel"]. I was frightened and anxious at the same time, hoping that the conversation wouldn't be awkward. My real goal, probably unattainable, was that he and I could once again have sex, this time openly and honestly, eyes wide open so to speak. One thing that gave me some hope that this might be at least possible was something Gen. Baker and I talked about. He asked me one evening at the Officers' Club if I got to go back home and see my Dad very often. When I told him about my plans to go home over Christmas his face lit up. "Really? Danny that's just great! I know he wants to see you very much." "How do you know that?" "Actually your father and I talk frequently. He and I became quite good friends after we first met at the motel to talk things over. He and I are quite close." "Rasheed, I had no idea. Does he ever talk about me?" [He always preferred to be called by his anglicized name, Roger Baker, in public but he and I were alone so I felt comfortable calling him by his birth name, Rasheed al Bakir]. "All the time." "What does he say?" "Basically that he loves you very much and looks forward to seeing you again. He hinted that there were things left unsaid between the two of you, and that he wanted to bond with you in ways that fathers and sons should." That was the push I needed. I held on to those words all the way on the flight to Keesler AFB. I had dropped Beth off in Dallas with her parents, kissed the boys (Chuck and Josh) goodbye, and told them I'd be back before Santa Claus made his visit. I knew that the holidays were a slow time at the motel, and as luck would have it, Biloxi was in the middle of really cold Christmas season. I had visions of Dad and me snuggling together in bed, rubbing each other's body, and...well, you know. So now here we were sitting on a couch in front of Dad's fireplace watching the flames and sipping Scotch. Dad had bought a small house a few years ago about a mile from the motel. A lot of people laughed when he installed a fireplace since south Mississippi is usually way too hot, even in the Winter, to enjoy it. "Dad I can't believe you actually have a working fireplace. I'll bet you don't use this ten nights a year." "Actually more than that, if I'm lucky, but I love it so much when I get to use it, it was definitely worth it. Even if it's only a few days a year." We sat there reminiscing, staring at the fire, and feeling the warmth of the Scotch seep into our bodies. It was relaxing in every way. I was losing my inhibitions and figured now was the time to bring it up. "Dad, we sure went through a lot at the motel, didn't we? I mean, I caused you a lot of trouble with my `habits' I guess you could call them." Dad chuckled. He was clearly even more relaxed than I was. "Danny, don't worry about it. I look back on it now as something wonderful." He paused and I didn't know what to say. After a minute or two of silence he got up to put another log on the fire. "But what about the time you caught me with Steve, Major Beiser I mean, in the pool restroom? Dad, I was giving him a blowjob. Not many fathers would be okay with that." "Of course I was angry at first, but only because I was afraid he had done something to force you. When I found out differently I was fine with it. I understood about your sexuality from the start and it never concerned me in the least. In fact, if you want to know the truth..." "Yes I do!" I interrupted. "...well, the truth is, I was actually kind of envious." I think my jaw literally dropped open. "You see, son, the reason I understood your feelings so well is because...I have those feelings as well. All my life. When I saw Capt. Steve -- I mean Major Beiser -- come out of that stall, my heart skipped a beat. He's a good-looking stud." He paused slightly, then added, "Isn't he?" "Dad, this is fantastic. I can't believe what I'm hearing." "Growing up I never acted on my feelings. I just couldn't, so I suppressed them. But I sure wanted to. I was glad, seriously I was completely happy, that I gave you the chance to act on yours. All those men you serviced over the years, I always wanted to find some way to...I don't know...watch you or something. Maybe even join in." "Dad I would have loved that, anytime. Did you ever get a chance to, you know, act on your feelings." "Yes. With our mutual friend Col., I mean General, Baker." "You and he...when? How? Where?" "Not long after he visited with me to try and clear things up with Capt. Steve. He and I just had this bond from the start. He was...I don't know...he just understood. So yes, we had sex several times. And we've stayed in touch over the years." "Dad this is the best thing I've ever heard." I drained the last few drops of Scotch from my drink, put down the glass, and looked Dad straight in the eye: "I just have one more question. Do you want to go to bed?" He stood up and so did I. "More than anything I've ever wanted before son." He reached out and touched my shoulder, then my face. We stepped closer together and he embraced me in his big strong arms, holding me close. We kissed, deeply, passionately. I parted my lips and his tongue probed my mouth. My erection was almost painfully hard. Eventually we broke our clinch and he led the way into his bedroom. We slowly watched each other undress, stopping to kiss every time we removed some article of clothing. Eventually, we both crawled into bed naked and laid there in the darkness. Our hands reached out for each other, I stroked and caressed his chest, played with his nipples, felt his big muscles, and ran my fingers through his chest hair. He did the same with me but quickly dropped his hand down to my crotch. He played with my cock, tugged on my balls, and ran his fingers through my pubes. Burning with desire, I went down on him. His hard circumcised cock was rigid and the big mushroom head beckoned my tongue. I put his cock in my mouth without hesitation. God what joy to feel my Dad's penis filling my mouth. His manhood was mine and I treated it with respect and love. As an experienced cocksucker, I could almost always deepthroat a man, even one hung as big as Dad is. His murmurs of pleasure were music to my ears, his deep voice and deeper sighs were like a symphony. I used my tongue as skillfully as I could and knew, both from his moans and from my own experience pleasing men, that I was giving him ecstasy. It wasn't long before Dad's breathing became shorter and more urgent. He gasped out between pants, "I'm close, I'm so close." Of course that encouraged me to redouble my efforts and in less than a minute I was rewarded as warm jizz flowed into my mouth. His balls had worked overtime to produce a load like that and I relished every drop. Thick, spermy, and slightly salty, I swallowed the delicious load, happy and content knowing that Dad's seed was now inside me. We both remained motionless for a time, lost in the moment. He stroked my head and played with my hair in an easy loving way. There was no hiding our feelings and no shame in what we had done. I made my way back up to the pillow and laid down beside him. We kissed softly and fondled each other's private parts. When our lips parted he said, "I can taste it, I think." "Here let me get you another glob of it," as I went back down. I licked and suck the last few drops of sperm oozing out from his big cockhead head, then moved back up to kiss him. He opened his mouth wide and we tongue kissed exchanging as much of his precious fluid as we could. When I had licked at him that last time I quickly felt that he was getting hard again. I asked, "Do you want me to do you again, Dad?" "No," was his soft, throaty reply. "I want to fuck you." How many times through the years I had wanted him to say those words, to hear it out loud, with no hesitation, no embarrassment. Now, here we were together here in bed and it was about to happen. With a silent prayer of thanks I rolled over on my back and spread my legs. Dad lifted my legs up and pushed on the back of my knees, forcing them almost parallel to my face. I was loose and limber so it was no problem for me, but I would have gladly taken any contorted position he wanted if it meant he would be fucking me. Instead of starting right in, Dad leaned down and began licking my asshole. I was glad I was clean down there because he was not just licking, he was sticking his tongue far into my rectum. I always enjoyed being rimmed and Dad was a pro. Dad was completely in charge, and when he felt like we both were ready he got up on his knees and stroked his cock into full hardness, then spit into his hand and wiped it on his tool. I could hardly wait for the next step, and soon I felt his cockhead probing and thrusting, finding just the right spot. Then it happened. The penetration I had dreamed about all my life, undisguised, face to face, eyes open, and bareback. Tears filled my eyes, but they were tears of joy. I think Dad must have known that, because he didn't acknowledge it; instead he began a long slow slide deep into my bowels. Tears streamed down my cheeks as his rod slid all the way into my asshole, until finally we were completely united -- where his body ended mine began. I accepted his rod and relaxed my hole to give him all the access he wanted. He gratefully responded with long, slow, deep thrusts enjoying the pleasure that my body was giving him, just as I enjoyed what he was doing to me. Again and again he withdrew the length of his tool, then thrust it all the way back in with a hard shove that rocked my insides. After a moment he noticed that my own dick was rock hard -- proof of how much I was enjoying it. He bent his head down and began to suck me. That was unexpected! I never guessed that Dad would want to use my body that way, to pleasure me like that, but it was awesome and I made it clear to him how much I enjoyed it: "Dad, oh Jesus Dad, that feels so good...Daddy...." He did not finish me off just then and I assumed he didn't want to. All of that was fine with me -- whatever he wanted, I wanted. He went back to fucking me in earnest and soon his hard thrusts became more and more urgent. He was clearly nearing his climax. As that magic moment approached I didn't hold back, moaning louder and saying "Do it, Dad, do it. Shoot it into me, shoot it!" And shoot it he did. With one last mighty shove he went deeply into my body and held himself that way while I felt his cock contract and pulse. He was pumping his seed into my body, the same seed that had made me all those years ago. This was a supreme moment and I watched his face closely, seeing waves of ecstasy wash over it as he bred my ass. I assumed that, as his passion subsided, he would just withdraw, roll over, and relax. But the surprises, and the pleasure, continued. Dad said "Let me finish what I started," and once again began giving me head. This time he didn't stop as I signaled how close I was and he sucked like a pro as he let me shoot my load into his hot mouth. The final surprise: he didn't swallow. Instead he hovered above me with his face a foot or so above mine, his mouth still full of my jizz. I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth as wide as I could. He did the same. The spunky load I had shot dripped out of his mouth, along with his own saliva, and into mine. We then kissed and spent a warm minute squishing the load back and forth between us. My dreams had been fulfilled. We had been father and son, then close friends over the years, bonding and emotionally supporting one another. Now we were also lovers. We hugged tightly and I whispered in his ear, "I love you so much." His reply of "I love you too son" was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. As we laid side by side the relaxation of the sex and the effects of the Scotch both seemed to kick in at once. We drifted off to sleep with me hoping -- praying -- that this would not be the last time we made love. I wanted there to be `next time' someday in the near future. As it turned out we had many such `next times' over the years. In fact this wasn't even the last time that night that we had sex. We did it again in the middle of the night, and yet again the next morning. As I was leaving for my interview the next morning Dad and I said a heartfelt and loving good bye, embracing each other and kissing like the lovers that we were. I wished every man could enjoy the thrill of gay incest and the true love between father and son that we had. The interview went well to say the least. I was offered a job on the spot and agreed to start work by the following March. That would give me time to find a new house, move Beth and the kids to our new city, and adjust back to civilian life. My boss was a veteran himself and told me that a lot of the customers in my region were vets also. When I called Dad to tell him the big news he joked, "So, you're going to be a traveling salesman, huh? Just remember all those jokes about the traveling salesman and farmer's daughter." I chuckled, thought for a minute, and took the chance: "And what about the farmer's son?" The end That's the conclusion of this second part of the trilogy, but the characters continue in my story "The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son." It's the third part of the trilogy and is also on Nifty. The easiest way to access all my stories is to click the "authors" tab and scroll down to my name. For any of you interested in the first part, it's titled "Full Service at Dad's Motel." Any comments or critiques are most welcome. I enjoy hearing from readers. Finally, please remember to donate and support Nifty. This is a great service and deserves our help.