Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2009 17:21:20 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 11 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) More on the McGrath men. Feedback always welcome: billdrake@hotmail.com. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/ WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male adults. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Naval Tradition Jim's Story 11 Spring Break Dad woke me up the next morning. Unusual for me, I'd slept in past 9:30. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and stretched back. Dad swooped down to give me a peck on the lips. The peck turned into a full kiss. "Morning, Slugger," he purred. "Sorry for waking you. I'm just, well..." Instead of finishing the sentence he guided my hand to his throbber. It was Day 4 of our horny vacation, and you think I'd get used to having a well-endowed father, but even still, that phallus held me in awe. Dad stared straight into my eyes as I began to trace the length of his hardon with my fingers. It jumped and pulsed at my touch. "Oh fuck, Slugger, your dad's so horny this morning." "I can tell, Dad." Our mouths met again. Dad's tongue parted my lips with gentle but commanding laps, sending electrical pulses through every nerve of my body. Man, did my father know how to kiss. "I don't know if we're a good match, son." My brow furrowed in concern, I know. "What do you mean, Dad?" His hands stroked my warm skin. He'd shaved my chest and body two days before and I got the sense the smoothness was still a big turnon for him. "I'm randiest in the morning. You're an evening guy," he said thoughtfully. "Think you could get used to taking care of your old man's horns first thing each day?" While he talked, Dad pushed the covers off and raised his body up to straddle my chest. His prick looked even more formidable up close, from that low angle. Dad wasn't kidding about being a morning man. His dick was not only erect but positively engorged with lust. The veins crisscrossed its imposing stature, and the three inner wood-flesh tubes and pulsing urethra stretched out the normally cylindrical shape into something almost more triangular. His foreskin stretched back tight over the head and his pissslit dilated menacingly. "You know I could," I gulped, reaching up to grab his manly weapon. "Gawd, I'd love to move back home with you, wake up every morning just like this." I nuzzled my mouth against the hard, warm surface. "You're not dropping out of college," Dad said sternly, running his fingers in my hair. "I know. I didn't mean..." Dad shut me up. More precisely, his cock shut me up. That wide uncut head filled the front of my mouth. For some reason it tasted even more exquisite this morning than it had last night. Dad was horned all right, but he knew how to fuck a mouth properly. I wondered if he'd had years of practice or if it was something that came to him naturally. Genetically. Instead of shoving in, he paused with a couple of hard inches filling the front of my mouth. Dad's taste was unmistakable â€" a bracing bitterness that made me want more. Even at 19 years of age, I'd sucked enough dick to know that each guy has his own flavor, but in addition to the salty-sweet-bitter profile I swore I could taste Dad's hormones and fuck even his gene pool. It kicked in my salivary glands into overtime. I think Dad could feel my spit really soaking his prickhead, cause he pushed more cock into me. I was ready, my throat relaxed as I got stuffed. Fuck, I wanted to suck off my father, just as bad as that first day here in Cancun. As bad as that first night together. Dad did most of the work, but I encouraged him, running my hands up and down his hairy legs, over his powerful brawny butt, and up his hairy torso. Dad thrust in, hard but gently, and soon I felt his heavy nuts slap against my saliva-wet chin. "Boy, I don't know how you do this," Dad breathed, his face fucking picking up steam, "but it's pretty damn incredible." He gripped my head and started to impale me with mini-corkscrew motions of his cock. I thought it was gonna be uncomfortable, but somehow it made my throat relax even more, opened my passage up for him. "That's it, son, suck your daddy." His asscheeks felt full, hairy and and a little clammy to my touch as they flexed and thrust. My dad has a great butt. As I ran my hands along the hard flesh, I imaged it encased in dad's form fitting uniform. Then I imagined that long, hard scepter of a Commander cock poking out of the uniform fly high and proud. I wondered if I would ever get the courage to ask Dad to give me a private viewing of his old uniform. For now, I had . My father thrust his awesome dick in and out of my wet, open mouth and huffed in shorter and shorter breath. No longer hanging loose, that heavy ball sac rode up high against his stalk, now brushing their soft hairiness against my lips at each instroke. "Oh, son, I'm gonna... oh yeah... aw fuck yeah!" I heard above me, soft but insistent. "Ah ah unngh!" Then Dad shot. Once again I was gulping down my own father's ejaculate and it felt like the very first time. A wonderful warmth spread over me â€" it wasn't about orgasm or racing over that precipice, it was about an incredible plateau of pleasure combined with utmost contentment. Dad pulled out to give me some air, but let his hard, heavy, wet prick rest on my lips and on my face. I just lie there and relished the feel, gently kissing its totemic surface as I caught my breath and felt the blood rush back to my head. That prick still oozed its fatherly sperm onto my skin and occasionally wound jump in aftershock, slapping me with a dull thud. That made Dad laugh, and he grabbed his stalk and began gently beating my visage with it, then rubbing the wet surface against my now spit and cum soaked face. He pulled the sensitive head back to my flushed lips and pushed back in. "Oh yeah Slugger, clean my dick," he purred, "suck my juice out, buddy." We stayed connected like that for a couple of minutes, as Dad came down from high orgasmic high and I was rewarded with a steady seepage of cum from my father's prick. Finally he withdrew and collapsed on the bed, a little winded. "Man, Slugger, what a way to start the day." He playfully ruffled my hair, already suffering a bad case of bedhead. "Pretty intense, huh?" I nodded, my cock enraged with desire but the rest of me calm and content. He exhaled sharply. "I don't think I could handle that every morning, Jimbo." "Yeah, Dad, you could," I replied simply. He turned to me and smiled. "Yeah. I could." And chuckled. "Not that this could get any better, Slugger, but one of these days it would be incredible to wake up to that." "You did wake up to that." "No, I mean, you blowing me in my sleep," he lazily stroked his still erect prick. "Literally waking up to your hot mouth on my cock." I smiled and knew somehow I was gonna make his fantasy happen. Dad looked down and saw my erection, bright red and aching hard. "Damn, Jimbo, you need to get off. Here," he said, patting the mattress with both hands, "Get up here and sit on your dad's face." Quickly, I scrambled to comply. Nothing sounded better at that moment than one of dad's rim jobs. Nothing separates an experienced man in bed, I mused as straddled his face, than how well he eats ass. I lowered my haunches and pressed my buns toward his open mouth. "Oh yeah, Slugger, you got an incredible ass. Hot." Then his tongue made contact it was like the light in the room went bright. Dad's tongue lapped the rim of my hole, then prodded in. Then retreated before starting the routine again. It was like a reassuring ritual, just like the fingers Jack Grant patiently pushed into my hole before deflowering me. I looked down and my fat cock was leaking all over dad's hairy sternum. With a rough tug, I reached down and frigged my shaft. It was the trigger my body was waiting for, and orgasm was quick and deep. Involuntarily sent into overdrive, I pushed my butt hard against Dad's munching mouth as my spermlauncher fired heavy and high. Honestly, that nut sailed past Dad's toes. I froze in place as my ejaculation ran its course and I was breathing again. I lifted up. "Did I smother you, Dad." He wiped the spittle from his mouth. "Yeah, Slugger. Almost made me shoot again." I looked back and saw that indeed his prick was erect and leaking. Gently I teased it with my fingers. "Let's save it for later, huh, Dad?" "Tease," he kidded me, pushing my weight off him. "Let's hit the shower." "OK," I said, padding my way to the bathroom. "What do you want to do today." "Since you took fucking off the menu, how bout hitting the beach?" "Cool. We're both getting a good tan." I turned on the shower spigot and tested the temperature. "I noticed, sexy," Dad growled wrapped his arms around me as we stepped into the spray. ********** "Need some more lotion, son?" I didn't but of course I just turned around and scooted my back toward Dad's outturned hands coated in white SPF30 milk. The liquid and his fingers were hot, but against my sunbaked back they felt cool and soothing. "You have a great back, Jimbo. Perfect muscle development." His hands were making smooth, wide stroking motions over the broad expanse of my backside. "You said that fifteen minutes ago," I laughed, referring to the last lotion application, then grunted as his fingers prodded underneath the lycra tightness of my swimsuit to tease my buttcheeks. "It's still true," he replied, running his hands along toward my front. "Nice trim waist. No love handles like your old man." I turned my head back to look over my shoulder. Dad's eyes were fixed on my body in appraisal and lust. This ritual of ours was so brazen and perverted. The only way we could get away with it was the overall party atmosphere on the beach. Even our obscene erections would not cause a stir as girls were taking their tops off and frat guys flashed their boners. "Your body's perfect, Dad," I said. "Here, my turn." We switched positions, and I rubbed his brawny chestnut-tan backed with deep, kneading motions. Dad leaned his head down and moaned. The suntan lotion application gave way to an outright massage, as my hands began to wring out the tightness in his delts. "Feels nice, Slugger. Real nice." "You're tight, dad." "Oh, man, where'd you learn to give a massage?" I knelt up to get a better position. Dad's body relaxed and let me work his muscle. "Dunno. Just have the knack, I guess." I knew I kept this up I wouldn't be able to control my self. Dad either. I gave a couple more caresses than slapped his bare back. "All right, that should do it." Dad eased up on his towel, with a look on his face relaxed and happy. "I want more of that. The full treatment. Back in the room." "Think you can handle the full treatment?" "I'll die a happy man trying. Fuck, Jimbo, you got some talented hands." "Just now noticing?" Dad blushed. I think that was the first time I'd seen him bashful. "No," he whispered. "It's not." "Man, Dad," I hissed. "I wanna kiss you. Bad." "Me, too, Slugger. Wanna head back?" I thought for a second and shook my head. "Nah. The longer we wait the better it's gonna be, right?" "Whatever you say, Slugger," Dad winked. "How about another beer, then?" "Cool." Dad got up, dusting the sand off his stomach. "Be right back." My head was swimming. It was amazing: the sun, the vacation, the sex, just hanging out with Dad. One of those feelings you know is too good to last, but you don't fucking care. You just ease into it, enjoy the ride. I looked around the beach. Looked at the hard jock bodies and the surfer trunks barely covering the guys crotches. Looked at the skimpy bikinis and oiled flesh. It wasn't just me. Or Dad. The whole place was a Bacchanalia of sex and booze. Just then a guy walked up to me. "Hey!" he greeted, "Didn't know if I'd run into you again." It was the Frat Guy from the previous night. "Hey," I responded. How's it hanging?" "Pretty soft today," he laughed, his white teeth gleaming in the sun, "after the pounding you gave me." I grinned back. "That was fun." "Look, stud, I don't mean to bother you, hell I know for you it was probably a lay and that's it, but... if you wanna, you know sometime this week, get together again, well, here...." It was only then I noticed he was holding a piece of paper, which he now thrust in my hand. His cell number. "Thanks," I said, noncommittally. Frat Guy was hot, even hotter in the light of day, but he's not why I came down here. "Anyway, you can call. Or me and my buds are gonna be at the salsa dance tomorrow night, next to the Canteen. 9PM and after." Just then Dad returned. "Hey, I didn't realize we had company. Sorry I only got two," he gestured to the Coronas in his hand. "Dad," I introduced, "this is..." I paused. "Charlie," Frat Guy filled me in. "Right. Charlie. And this is my Dad Robert McGrath." Dad set down the bottles and reached out to shake Frat Guy's hands in a firm grip. "Pleased to meet you, Charlie." Frat Guy wasn't sure how to react. Let's just say Cancun's normally not a place where parents hang out. Still, he flashed his warm smiled and shook hands. "Same here, sir." "Robert. Only Jim here calls me sir," he winked. "Dad!" I groaned, ribbing him in the shin. Dad smiled down and handed me my beer. "Look," Frat Guy interjected, "I gotta get back to a volleyball game we got going on. I just wanted to say hello." "Thanks," I said. After he was gone, Dad plopped back on the beach towel. "Way to go Jimbo. I'm gone five minutes and you reel in a hot one." "He's the guy from last night." "Yeah?" Dad was intrigued as he took a sip of beer. "Yeah." Dad let out a low whistle. "You could have done worse," he joked. "You should see his frat brother. Big, beefy lacrosse player." Dad was practically panting. "You horndog." "Wonder who I inherited THAT from?" "Guess." We laughed and lay back to catch some rays. Like I said, it was terrific bonding with Dad like that. It was like we both really opened up to one another that day. Father and son... lovers... but something else. It was when he was applying lotion once again to my red-brown skin that he asked me. "How many you been with, Slugger?" "Men?" "Yeah." "I didn't think you wanted to talk about our past." "Not sure I do. Or should." "53. Well, last night makes 55." Dad chuckled softly. "I wasn't expecting an exact number." "My buddy Rick and I were drunk one night and wrote up a list of who we'd slept with." "College sure has changed since I was there," Dad joked. "You surprised?" "At what? The number?" "Yeah." "A little. Mostly impressed." His hands were now massaging my back muscle. "My boy gets around." "How bout you, Dad?" He hesitated. Literally four minutes of silence as his hands ran lazy circles on my skin. He finally clapped the excess lotion off and scooted back. "Probably twice of what you've done, maybe three times. Dunno. Never counted." He looked down between his legs. "Damn Slugger I'm hard." "Me, too," I added. He licked his lips and continued. "Was pretty wild in my early Navy days. Then I made a decision to be a good husband to your mother and a good father to you guys. So I cooled it. For about ten years, at least. Til those urges started coming back. Met another married man... it's like we both really needed it. It just erupted between us, the most intense sex I'd had ever, we couldn't keep our hands off each other..." "Who was it?" I shifted on my towel, my erection becoming more insistent in my swimsuit. "Shouldn't say." He turned to me, and met my gaze. "Look, Slugger it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that, fuck, a secret's a secret you know." I thought of Jack Grant. "Yeah, Dad, I understand." Dad paused and looked into my eye, into my soul. "Damn, you do Slugger." He gently punched my arm. "Slugger's got a secret from his old man." I felt awful. "Sorry, Dad." I had to turn away from his gaze. "Don't apologize, son. I just refused to tell you mine." I bit my lip. I was feeling a little jealous, and wondered if Dad felt the same. "Anyway," he added, "after your mother passed away, everything changed inside me. Mostly, I had you boys to be proud of. You got me through it. Watching you become men." My eyebrows arched. "It wasn't sexual, you little pervert," he hissed. "At least not at first." His arm rubbed playfully against mine. "But you guys made your old man proud, day in, day out. And Jimbo, I don't know if you can understand this unless you have kids of your own one day, but seeing the way you and your brothers looked up to me, relied on me, well that's what make it all worthwhile." "Damn," I whispered, my heart heavy. "All right, enough about me. Why don't you tell your dad just how a nineteen year old has played the field so much." I left out a few details, but I guess I gave enough to get Dad really worked up. Dan the hotel man, Kevin my chief warrant officer fuckbuddy, Paul's riding partner Mark, my frat buddy Rick. When I finished Dad was nearly speechless. "Damn," was all he said. Surreptitiously, he stroked his erect package "Wanna head back to the room now?" I offered. "You read my mind, Slugger." We got up and made our way back. Back in our room, our hot skin pressed into each other. Dad's arms were greasy, his chest hair scratchy. His stubble felt magnificent against my sunburned face. I could tell he was a little drunk from the sun and the beers. I was, too. He held me tight. Tighter than our couplings before. Roughly his mouth mawled mine and his hands clawed at my back and butt. We writhed in each other's embrace. "Oh, my boy. You gotta tell me if this gets too much." Already he was slipping my trunks down. I didn't think my hard dick would let him, but the material snapped free of my rigid hook and soon were down mid-thigh. "I won't have the willpower on my own to back off, but just say the word, Slugger, and I'll stop." His fingers traced their way into my crevice and my body went rigid and shuddered. "Dad," I said solemnly, hungrily. "I'm not gonna say no. Ever." "Oh Slugger," his baritone voice rumbled. Already his kisses were teasing my neck, making their way down my torso. I looked down and saw my father hold my rigid prick in hand, then guide it straight to his mouth. "Dad!" I cried out. The smooth, soothing wetness of his mouth drove me mad. I curled my fingers in his meaty shoulders and held on to steady myself. To encourage him. He was worked up, all right, and for him like for me this was about more than the sex. He sucked hungrily at my fat stalk. He wasn't as talented at blowing as my fuckbuddy Kevin, but he was damn near as eager. He'd worked about half of my meat into his craw, when I stopped him and pulled him off. I bent down to kiss him and could taste my cock and sweat on his mouth. The flavor drove me wilder and I pounced on him, driving us both to the floor. We rolled around for minutes, til Dad wrestled free and reached up to the lube ready at the bed side. He slicked up his hand, then brought his cold, gel-covered fingers down to my fevered ass. The first one sunk in without resistance, plunging into my internal softness, coaxing me steadily. The second finger was a snug fit, but felt fantastic. With his other hand he squeezed the viscous lubricant onto his mammoth cock, never taking his eyes off me or the spot between my legs where his hand disappeared. "Who broke you in, Slugger?" he asked quietly. I'd learned from a young age that when Dad was quiet like this he was more serious than when he yelled. The gravely tone of voice sent goosebumps all over me. "Dad, don't... I can't," I pleaded. "Was it that hotel guy?" An image of Dan flashed in my head. "No." "Who?" "I can't say." Three fingers jabbed into me. I winced, but my dick stayed rock hard. "You can't, huh?" Dad grimaced, twisting his digits in my hole, loosening my sphincter up. "'s OK son, you got a secret." He paused and then slowly extracted his hand. He pulled my legs up, spreading them, exposing my slickened crack. I looked down at my father's erect cock. Long, powerful, dripping hard. "Christ, I'm getting boned trying to imagine who copped my boy's cherry." I reached out and grabbed his cock, massaging the slickness along its veiny length. My fingers toyed with the crown of skin at the tip. "Keep doing that, boy, and you're not gonna get your fucking." I let go of his prick like a red hot poker, making Dad laugh. I was glad to have the spell broken a little. The calm lasted for a second before I felt his shaft probe and breach me. Dad's big. We took our time as he slowly fed me his raging erection. He alternated bending over to kiss me deeply and whisper in my ear, urging me to take his hard daddy dick, and leaning up to look down on me with lust as his hips drove his steelhard shaft into me. When his dickhead tapped a second inner spot of resistance I bucked my head up and Dad calmed me by placing his hands on my smooth chest and rubbing in soft circles. "Easy there, Slugger, I got your back. There, there, not gonna hurt my boy. Just gonna make us feel real good, OK?" I nodded trustingly. Dad massaged my insides as gently as my outside, relaxing me, opening me up. "Yeah, your daddy's a big guy, but you can take it Jimbo. Took it the other night." He was driving me insane in anticipation. "Aw fuck me, Dad!" He hushed me, his voice once again soft and low. "Shh, Slugger. When you're ready. When you're ready. It's coming, son, no need to rush. Daddy's not going anywhere. Gonna stay right here with my boy." Our lips met again, and wet smacking sounds filled the quiet room. "You wanna tell me, Jim? Don't need his name, but was he good? That first fuck?" Slowly he began easing his prick back, then pushing forward. It felt great. "Yeah, Dad, he was," I admitted. "I still think about that time." He smiled. He was hearing what he'd hoped to hear. My prick was granite hard now. "How'd you he do it? He break you in slowly? Did he open my boy up before fucking him?" This was so perverted but my libido was right in sync with Dad's. As Dad started screwing me, I latched my mouth on his ear and started spouting off a nasty retelling of Jack's cherry-picking. "You can bet he did, Dad. Made me lie down on my stomach and he gave me my first rim job. Ate me out til I was seeing stars." "Oh Jim!" Dad's strokes became longer and harder. "Then came his fingers. Like yours just now. One, two, then deeper, then a third. Stretched me out." My guts were on fire now. Dad was taking full possession of my ass, and I was loving it. "You're still so tight, Slugger." "That's what he said, Dad. How tight I was as he pushed his bone inside me." "He mount you from behind?" "No, face to face, like you're doing me now." Dad sucked in his breath. "Oooh boy." He held steady for a second to regain his composure, then started fucking again. It was like an accelerating train, gradually picking up speed, growing faster. Dad grunted and growled. "That guy. He cum in you, Jim?" "Yeah. I thought he would never stop. Like liquid fire in me, Dad. Spreading out, spurting deep." "Oh Slugger!" Dad cried covering my mouth with his. He fucked hard and groaned, then his body shook rigidly. I'd never seen a man come like that. Full body orgasm. Dad had one just then, and I got seeded with his copious spray. The juice frothed up in his hard strokes and dribbled down my ass crevice and onto the floor. "Damn," he said as he came to. "You OK, Slugger?" I nodded. "I got carried away there." "I liked it. I liked it when you fucked me like that. I felt full with you in me." "I'm still in you," Dad observed. "Man, you shot heavy this time." "Feeling pretty drenched, huh?" Dad smiled, reaching down to my primed cock. "This is some pretty heavy shit we're into, Slugger," Dad sighed as he stared down at my cock and started stroking it. "I'm man enough for it, Dad." "Yeah, my baby boy's grown up." His hand started working magic on my flesh rod. "How big is this puppy anyway." "Seven and a quarter." "Long or around?" "Both" "Fuck!" "Dad, that feels real good." "You like getting blown" "Who doesn't?" "My Navy buddy Jake, but that's a long story." "I wanna hear it." "You will. Got tons of stories from my time on the frigate." Dad continued his ministrations on my prick, then added thoughtfully, "I wanna learn how to suck it." I was getting close to blowing. Dad's prick was shrinking in my guts, but it was still half-turgid and buried in me. "You did pretty good just now," I answered. "I want to make you feel better than pretty good." He bent down and slurped the head in his mouth. "Oh Dad," I choked as my seed flooded his oral cavity. He sucked and gulped my jizz, then licked my clean as his softened prick finally popped free of my comelubed ass. "I think that was better than 'pretty good,'" I sighed leaning back on the floor and stretching my legs straight to get out the cramps. "You were primed for that one, Jimbo," he said matter-of-factly, getting up and helping me up on my feet. "I'll say." We kissed softly, quietly. Finally breaking off, we grabbed a few beers from the room fridge and padded out to the balcony, nude and temporarily sated. "Feels good, huh?" I asked quaffing my lager in several gulps. "You bet." My father's beefy body looked magnificent in the afternoon sun, a deep tan setting off his salt-and-pepper body hair. His meaty genitals hung soft, his beer bottle rested on his bulding thigh. "Sex, beer, sun, spending quality time with the boy," he said. "Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking today on the beach." Dad looked away, out over the sea. "Jim, I don't want this week to end." His voice cracked with emotion. "It doesn't have to, Dad." He turned back to me, the glow back in his eyes. "I don't know about you, young man, but I got work to get back to." I laughed. "I don't mean the vacation. I mean us." Dad licked his lips and muttered, "I was hoping you'd say that." I set down my empty bottle and opened another. "Thirsty, Slugger?" Dad jibed. "Yeah. Something about three hours of sun and a half hour of hard fucking that dehydrates a guy." I shot back. "Here," Dad gestured with his raised longneck. "Cheers." "Cheers. To vacation." "To family." We drank, happy men. I was happy to sit there and enjoy the seascape and the feeling of inner peace. Finally Dad spoke up again. "How do you think it would work, Jimbo? Us together." My heart raced. "I don't know, Dad." I took another sip. "I don't think I dared imagined the future." "You're young. I don't care if you've fucked around with 55 guys. You're still young. You got your life ahead of you." "And?" "Well, I don't know that it's right for me to impose on it. You could rake in any hunk out there, Slugger... or girl if that's what you want. That Charlie guy wanted it bad, I could see in his eyes." "Charlie's hot, Dad," I admitted. "Yeah, and I'm stopping you from spending time with him." I felt exasperated. "Is this why you made me go out alone last night?" Dad reflected. "Yeah. Part of the reason." "Stop feeling guilty, Dad. You're not stopping me from anything. This whole trip's been one major rush for me, from start to finish." Dad gulped. I could see his prick rising again from his crotch, twitching on his thigh. "Me, too, Jim. I just can't believe my luck is all." I reached over and pinched his arm. "Hey!" "There! You're awake. I'm still here. Now, you want another beer?" He nodded and I unscrewed the cap off another bottle and handed it to him. We sipped and felt the warm breeze on our bodies. "We just gonna sit out here with our boners?" Dad finally said. "Why the hell not?" I replied. "You're a McGrath, all right," he said closing his eyes to nap. I was right behind him.