Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 12:41:06 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 15 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive, or check out my tumblr: drakestories.tumblr.com. Naval Tradition 15 St. Louis suburbs, Labor Day Weekend, 2003 Weddings make me horny. Or at least that's the only explanation I had for the crazy events that happened the three days of that Labor Day weekend. 3 days, 3 different men I had sex with. None of it expected. Day 1 We were all flying out to St. Louis for my brother Paul's wedding. The bride was from there, and it was mostly her family and friends at the event. But the McGraths would all be there, along with Paul's riding partner Mark and two of Paul's best friends, Pete and Andrew. Pete was the best man. My brother had had a rough bachelor's night out the evening before and was looking a little haggard when he met me and Dad at the airport arrivals. "John make it yet?" Dad asked as he tossed our bags in the back of Paul's rental car. I wouldn't call my oldest brother estranged but I wasn't as close to him as my other two brothers and now that he was married, had kids, and lived in Chicago, we didn't see as much of him as we used to. "Nah, he, Kate, and the kids are driving down tomorrow. Couldn't get off today. That dude's one workaholic." Paul and John always had this sibling rivalry, which was made worse because John went into a high-paying hedge fund job while Paul loved his blue-collar job as a cop. Then turning to me, he gave me an intense bear hug. I tried not to read into it, but it felt like he knew things were going to be different from now on, that he wouldn't be able to spend as much time with me or Dad. "How you doin' Slugger? How's school?" I'd started at UVA a week ago, but the long weekend felt like my last send off before college somehow. "All right. Though Dad won't stop lecturing me about not partying too much." Dad gave me an annoyed look but I shrugged my shoulders. "It's the truth." "Picked a major yet?" Paul asked. "Baseball," I said, with as much dumb-jock affectation as I could manage. ********* "It's OK if you wanna drink, Slugger," Dad whispered at the rehearsal dinner and before i could answer shoved a frosty open beer can in my hand. "Just be responsible now," he intoned in a low voice. Then before I could say anything added, "Last lecture: I promise." It was getting dark, real dark out and the outdoor lights were attracting all sorts of insects to the deck area, but I was loving this last bit of summer outdoors. It would all be over soon and I'd be in the thick of college, midterms then finals, meeting new friends, conditioning for spring, and just figuring myself out. I took a swig on my beer - my third - and could definitely feel a nice buzz starting. Just then a hand clasped on my shoulder. Paul. Looking like a goddamned settled suburban dad in his polo and khaki shorts. He had an impish grin on his face. "I got some primo stash for the occasion... whaddya say bro?" I arched my eyebrows. Maybe I was a little too fond of the stuff, but I really really wanted to get high at that moment. "Fuck yeah," I whispered. That made my cop brother smile big. We made some excuses. Saying that Paul was tired from his bachelor party. I'd had a long travel day and he was going to drive me back early. Paul and his buds had rented a house for the week, and soon he and I were in one of the bedrooms. Paul lit a bowl, took a hit, then passed it to me. He was right, this stuff was incredible. We shot the breeze a little, as we passed the pipe back and forth. It didn't take us long to get baked. "You want more?" Paul asked, definitely high now. "Nah I'm good." Fuck, I could coast on that feeling forever. Paul looked at me for a minute, silent, then spoke. "Remember the first time we toked together?" "How the fuck could I forget?" Camping, just the two of us, and I'd gone from confessing I was gay to having sex with my own goddamn brother. "I felt like we got close then, Slugger." If I didn't know the meaning of what he was driving at, the feel of his beefy paw on my forearm gave me the message and sent electricity straight to my groin. "I'll miss that." "Yeah, me too," I spoke, my words getting caught on a frog in my throat. Paul leaned in and his hand touched my face. His lips pressed against mine. Soft slightly chapped lips at first, then parting. Then tongue. My brother's tongue, meeting mine. French kissing on the bed. "I wanna fuck you again tonight, bro," he muttered. "A nice, long send-off fuck." "Yeah," I gasped. We'd sworn this off for the last months, but damnit it felt right. I missed it. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten my mojo back, wouldn't have met Jess." My lips pressed against his again, then I pulled back to look at his body up close. Big, bigger than it was in the spring, both with muscle and bulk. "You didn't need me, Paul. You're a goddamned stud." I grabbed the hem of his polo and pulled it up, revealing his hairy mass beneath. As he did the rest and stripped off his shirt, it gave me a shiver to see his chest bared for me again. "See," I added. "A fucking bull of an alpha stud." My flattery made my brother smile with a satisfied expression. I quickly unbuttoned my dress shirt and started undoing my shorts. Paul leaned back and watched for appreciation. "You gonna put out for me Slugger? Gonna let me fuck you? C'mon man... give me my wedding present right here." His shorts were now being pushed down. My older cop brother was going commando and his giant, fat 9 incher was now being bared for me, sticking up, sticky-wet and hard. "Come on, just sit on this puppy, like you did when were in that tent." He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Popped the top and squirted a good gob on his cock. "Here, I'll slick it up for you." I kicked my shorts off onto the floor. I don't think I knew how horny I was till this moment of reconnecting with Paul. Eagerly, I scooted up, straddling his hips till my prick brushed against the hairy swell of his gut and his massive cop hardon rested in the groove of my ass. The lube melted in the heat and greased us both up as I ground my crack against his pole. "Damn, Slugger, you're something else." His hands reached up to examine all the muscle I'd put on over the summer. "Promise me you're gonna have fun in college." That thick spongy cockhead caught in the indentation of my asspucker, and I held still, savoring the feel and the pressure and the knowledge I was about to get fucked by my brother one last time. "Take your time, bro," he cooed through his lustful expression. "It's all right." I ran my hands along his hairy beefy bod. Just the feel of that hard muscle with just a little bulky padding to cushion it made my erection slap repeatedly against my abs. "Fuck!" I cried, and my body sank two inches onto Paul's hard dick. He's thicker than most guys and I was having a hard time adjusting at first. But I took a few deep breaths, then gently leaned back. More prick sank into me, this time at a steady, controlled pace. I was on my way to getting fucked. I rocked forward and up, then repeated my backward motion. "Holy shit, Jimbo, work that cock." I bucked a little more, and Paul responded with a thrust in of his own. "You're gonna ruin me for smaller guys," I groaned, and that seemed to turn Paul on. "You like `em big, Jim?" I nodded. He pushed more in, opening me up, stretching me, making my prostate positively vibrate at the pressure and stroking it was getting. As if he could read my mind, my brother rolled me over onto my back and started really pounding me. Not too fast but deep hard thrusts. I had a large, muscular jock body for an 18 year old but Paul outbulked me and the feel of his weight on top of me felt commanding and awesome. He was really getting into this fuck now, driving in harder and harder. All of a sudden Paul said, "You know, Dad's really gonna miss you now that you're movin out. You know that don't you?" I didn't know where this was coming from, but my reaction was involuntary. My jizz shot out everywhere, giving a sharp pain-pleasure sting to my overstimulated cockhead and slicking up the meeting place between Paul's belly and my crotch. Paul wasn't far behind and soon he was huffing, then grunting and I knew I was getting filled up. In the afterglow, we held each other and rubbed our faces against one another. It felt like an odd loving gesture from my gruff goofball of an older brother, but I went with the flow and found myself enjoying it. Maybe I needed a boyfriend more than I realized. "Damn, Slugger," he said, "I'm getting married tomorrow." "Regrets?" I asked, a little tentatively. He thought a second and shook his head. "Nah. I'm excited. It just feels big, you know?" "It is big. Jess is a lucky girl." We lay there quietly until I got the nerve up to ask. "Paul?" "Yeah, big guy?" "Why did you bring up Dad just now? While we were fucking?" His brow furrowed a little. "I didn't mean anything by it. But, well, I just got this vibe." "What vibe?" "You and Dad. You seem really close lately." I felt like the ground was opening beneath me. I was hovering above a giant pit of my own doubts, questions and desires. "You mean, you thought Dad and I were having sex?" I was incredulous and genuinely shocked. Paul was a little defensive now. "I didn't mean anything. Hell, I know Dad's bi, and I would't blame him if he couldn't keep his hands off you." Then looking at my expression, he added, "You didn't know, did you? About Dad and Uncle Jack?" Fuck, this was getting real heady, real fast. I took a deep breath but tried to stay calm and seem normal. "No. No, I didn't. When was this?" My brother shuffled a little uncomfortably on the bedsheets. "After Mom passed away. You were probably too young to realize anything was going on. Dad certainly didn't really let it be known. Hell, I probably shouldn't be saying anything..." "No, it's good. I wanna know. I'm just a little freaked out." "Cause Dad's been with dudes? Slugger, if you ask me, that's a little hypocritical." "Not that. It's that when you... when you were in me, fucking me, and said what you said... it's not the first time I thought that. About me and Dad." Paul didn't say anything. Instead, his hand traced down the middle of my stomach and up between my chest muscles, to my neck and back down again. It was a simple, sexual yet caring gesture and had my dick filling out some and my tension relaxing. "I guess I get a little freaked out that I get turned on by him." Paul leaned over and kissed my neck. "You kidding? Look at Dad. He's a stud. Who wouldn't get turned on by him?" I had the feeling my brother was just trying to make me feel better. After all, he was mostly straight and on the brink of his wedding to a knockout of a woman. Then again, we'd just fucked around. Paul in fact had initiated this one last fling between us. It occurred to me that I didn't know exactly what turned him on about guy-on-guy sex, what drew him to it. Especially now that his kisses were traveling up the side of my neck and his bulky bod was crawling back on top of mine, his hardon renewed and ready for seconds.... Day 2 It was late before I got back to the adjacent rental house where Dad, my brother Matt, my uncle and I were staying. When I woke up, Matt was already there, having breakfast and browsing the web. "Hiya Jim, how are you little guy?" he greeted me. "I need some coffee, but other than that all right," I muttered. "Late night? You and Dad weren't here when I got here last night." "Hung out with Paul a little," I felt a little guilty saying that, reflecting back on what Paul and I had been doing. It suddenly occurred to me that Dad's an early riser, like 5 to 6 AM early, and it wasn't like him to sleep in. "Where is Dad?" "Dunno. He's not here. I think the old dog got some tail last night." "Yeah?" My ears perked up at the suggestion, both for the novelty of the situation and my own libidinal investment in Dad lately. Then there was my brother. Like me, Matt was shirtless, wearing just a pair of shorts and some flip flops, and as I made some coffee I took a sec to admire my older bro's body. He was a little shorter than me and even though he a good two years on me, he carried less muscle, with a taut, sinewy build that was all muscle, no body fat. I needed to have my head examined for the perved thoughts I was having. By now I had told all my brothers that I was into dudes and in the process found out that Matt was outright bi. He'd lately been bonding with one of his classmates on the sly. Matt and I were the closest in age and we stayed in touch regularly now that he was in Annapolis. We had regular video chats and phone conversations but mostly it was frequent texts, where Matt could crack me up with the crazy shit he'd write. "Yeah," Matt continued, "And good for him. I worry about him sometimes." I didn't think much of it, but in all of the last years, I don't think I'd given five seconds thoughts to Dad's sexual and romantic happiness. As far I could tell he didn't date, and had must be lonely for it, at least a little. As a teenager I'd been focused on my own shit, and admittedly I'd been reckoning with a lot - and fast - these last couple of years. I sat down and started eating a little breakfast. To be honest, I didn't have much of an appetite just then, but knew I'd need fortification for the day. I must have had a stern look on my face cause Matt gave me a gentle nudge with his arm. "Anything on your mind, Jimbo?" Part of me thought I shouldn't bring it up, but another part of me felt I had to talk to somebody about else it. I knew I could trust Matt more than anyone in the world. "Paul told me that Dad's bi." I saw the expression on Matt's face. "You already knew that, though," I observed. "Yeah. For a while." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't feel it was my business to tell." "It would have made it easier for me, coming to terms with being gay." Matt shrugged. "I know it's tough, bro, but you've done just fine on your own. It's kind of scary at how self-assured you are for an 18 year old." I basked in Matt's compliment, but something felt odd about. "Dude, you're only 3 years older than me," I said. "I'm not trying to be patronizing," my brother countered. "Honest. But you'll change a lot in the next three years, Jim. College is going to be great for you." Everyone kept telling me that. "Has Dad been with a lot of men?" I asked, the curiosity eating at my mind. "Lately?" Matt pushed his chair back. His bare chest was amazing, still mostly smooth with a treasure trail, tanned from the summer. "You'll have to ask him that." Then biting his lip, he asked, "You come out to him yet?' "No," I said. "Maybe now I'll have the guts." "You should, Jimbo. This weekend, even. And don't worry... of all of us, you're his favorite." I was about to reply when we heard the door open. "Hello?" It was our oldest brother John. He entered the house, with a 1-year old in his arms and a 3-year ambling close behind. His wife Kate came up the porch a couple of paces behind with a couple of bags. We all said our hellos and helped them with their bags. It had been a long time since I'd seen John and his family. It was amazing how much the oldest, Jenna, had grown and how much older John looked now that he almost 30. His hair was starting to recede and he had a tight hair cut that made him look older even. Other than that, he looked the most like Dad, the same face almost, with a strong jawline, and prominent nose, high forehead and slight dimples that seemed incongruous on otherwise masculine face. "How's Slugger doing?" he said as he gripped me in a bear hug. "I can't believe you're in college already." * Dad came back shortly thereafter. We all caught up a bit but it was already getting late morning and we had to get ready to head to the church. It took about an hour and a half for everyone to shower and get changed. John and Kate looked like a millions bucks, he in what was undoubtedly a tailored suit and Kate in a simple cocktail dress. The biggest surprise for me was seeing Matt dressed up in a blazer and tie, it made him look grown up. As for Dad, I couldn't see him now without a million thoughts and questions battling inside. He seemed to pick up on my apprehension and was giving me sideward glances from time to time but didn't say anything. It wasn't until we got to the church and were waiting for the photographer to show up that Dad took me aside in the hallway. "Let me fix your tie, Slugger," he said as he stepped up and reworked the knot in his deft fingers. "There." Then, not stepping back, he asked, "Anything on your mind, Jim?" It was now or never, I felt, and the words came out, in a rush. "Dad, I'm gay." He patted my shoulders, straightening out the lay of the suit coat I was wearing. "Not how I expected to be having this conversation," he observed, "but you know I love you, gay, straight, whatever you are. Come here, big guy," he growled and wrapped his arms around me for a quick but tight hug. "Proud of you for being man enough to tell me." "Thanks, Dad." I felt crazy emotional at that point and thought I might cry, but I kept it together and bit my lip as I patted his back. "We'll talk more later, Slugger," he said, as he let go of our embrace. "We got some goddamned pictures to pose for." * The wedding was great. I don't think I'd seen Paul that emotional before, and the bride was downright beaming as she said her vows and married my big brother. I was relieved I'd come out to Dad and yet all I could think about was that I wanted to talk more to him. We got our chance at the reception. Dad and I stole away to a quiet corner and he asked me a few questions but mostly let me talk. About when I knew, if I was dating anyone, how many times I'd wanted to tell him. "I understand why you didn't son," Dad said, thoughtfully, "but I wish you had. Wish you'd felt comfortable telling me earlier." "Two years ago I couldn't admit it to myself, Dad." "I had a pretty good idea, already, you know," he said. "Really?" "I could just pick up on things. You just didn't seem to have the same intensity when it came to girls you talked about." "I guess not," I said. "I tried it a couple of times, actually." "You're not a virgin then?" Dad had given me the birds and bees talks and sometimes would have a frank comment here or there, but we'd never talked so frankly about sex. "No, sir," not sure if I should be embarrassed or proud or apologetic with my father. "For either men or women." "Well, you're a McGrath," he said. "If you're anything like your old man, you probably have an insane sex drive." I blushed. "Am I right or am I right?" Dad teased. "You're right," I admitted. It was weird but I felt a huge relief to talk to Dad like this. Like one buddy to another. Only that thought occurred to me, and I had to ask. "Dad.... have you ever, you know, had sex with a guy?" I wanted to tell him Paul and Matt had already told me, but I felt I needed to play dumb. Besides, I wanted Dad to tell me, on his own terms. "I have, son. A lot actually," he looked at me, seeing how I was taking the news. "I should have been open with you, too, earlier." "You gay, too?" My heart was pounding heavy. I felt like coming out was going to be the big emotional milestone of the weekend, but I was starting to think that learning about my Dad, his private life, just a little, was just as big a deal. "If you had to put a label on it, I'd say bisexual. I had a lot of... experiences in the Navy before I met your mother and after she died I went back to men mostly. It was easier that way, I wasn't ready to date anyone serious until you boys were older." "Wow," I said. "Too much information?" "Not at all, Dad," I said, touching his knee. Not sexually but definitely affectionately. "I'm glad we can talk like this." "Me, too, Slugger," he said, roughing up my hair like I was a little kid again. "But maybe we should get back to the reception." "Yes, sir." * The dance floor was getting full, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. John and Kate were dancing together as their kids joined a group of children dancing away. Matt was making the moves on a cute blonde college-aged woman. Paul and his wife were busy talking to every relative, friend and acquaintance that was coming up to them. It was at that moment that I experienced my first ever pang of jealousy. Over across the room, I could see my dad talking to Mark, Paul's riding partner. From the body language and proximity of the men I could tell they weren't just talking. Dad was flirting with the gay policeman. I could sense Mark was really into Dad, and probably getting off on the idea he was about to bag the third McGrath dick. The very idea was perverse and gave me a little thrill, but then a deep sadness battled my sexual thoughts. I wanted Dad, I knew. I wished it were me instead of Mark he was hitting on. Talk about emotional whirlwind. I'd gone from this emotional bond with my father and what was probably the most important moment in my young life to feeling alone, perverted, and rejected all at once. Particularly as I saw the two men walk down to the hall exit, leaving the reception together. Fuck! I had a beer. Dad had told me to be responsible, and I'm pretty sure having a fourth wasn't following his instructions, now that I was getting really buzzed. My tolerance, after all, was still pretty light. But I needed it, or at least felt I did. Those first couple of sips felt great going down and I was starting to feel a little better, that nice dull happiness of early drunkenness. "You having a good time?" It was the father of the bride. Joe Kozlowski. Tall, strapping blond man, not as fit as my father but certainly a muscular figure, even in his tuxedo. "Yes, sir," I replied, "great wedding. My brother's a lucky man," I said. He chuffed at the compliment to his daughter. "He sure is. And I'm glad she's marrying into the McGraths. Especially now that I've met all of your family. Couldn't ask for a finer bunch." I was getting the feeling Mr. Kozlowski had had a few drinks himself. He was friendly and garrulous. "Thank you, sir." "So, Jim, why aren't you out there on the dance floor? None of my business, I suppose, but you do know weddings are the best place to get laid." He pointed out a bunch of women chattering in a corner. "Like there, those ladies are waiting for it, I promise you," he slurred. He'd definitely had a few drinks. "I'm into dudes, actually," I said. It's weird - before I would have have just faked it, been polite whatever, but now, I felt confident and proud. Why bullshit around? Mr. Kozlowski looked at me, like he was trying to decide whether I was pulling his leg. "I wouldn't have guessed, but that's cool," he said. "I've gotten a lot more open minded lately." I was expecting some chit chat about gay rights or marriage or something along those lines, but Mr. K surprised me. "A buddy turned me on to this website. All you need is a couple of stats and a dick pic and a bunch of gay dudes are lining up to give you no-recip BJs. It's awesome." "I bet," I said. "I mean, I don't like the idea of cheating on Renee, but man, it'd been a long time since I had head. Especially like that. It's pretty fucking addictive." He was looking at me know and my body shook with the realization that we'd gone beyond small talk between father of the bride and brother of the groom. Mr. Kozlowski was feeling me out, and at that moment I really wanted to see where this could go. "I never used one of those sites," I said. "Oh," the man seemed a little dejected. He'd been wanting me to go down on him, all right. "But I got a buddy," I said, a little coy. "Married guy. It's always real hot between us." "Yeah?" The father of the bride was perking back up, horny, fishing for something. "You suck him off ever?" I lick my lips and look around. No one in ear shot. "Yeah, it's awesome, but that's not what I like the best." "What do you like?" His voice, lower, more sexual now. "Well, sometimes I convince my buddy to lube his big dick up and fuck me. No holds barred, just fucking pound me, you know, till he gets off. His wife won't take it up the butt so he comes to me for that." Of course I was making this up. When I'd paired up with Glen Evans, it had been one-sided, with me fucking the ensign silly pretty much every time. But Kozlowski was taking the bait. "I'd be willing to try that." I played dumb. "Really? I bet if you asked one of those guys from the website, they'd be happy to bend over for you." I decided to lay it on real thick now. "I mean, if you don't mind me saying sir, you're a real hot guy. A lot of us gay guys are looking for a big strong type to take charge... you know, a kind of daddy type to bend us over." The man was getting horny now, massaging a fat erection in his tuxedo pants and practically leering at me. "Maybe Jim..." he was hesitating, "... maybe well, I can be your daddy tonight. You'd be into that?" I turned toward him, leaning in, and brushing the back of my hand against his hardon. "Wow, that'd be awesome, sir." When I backed up he had a cocky look on his face. I had mixed thoughts about helping married guys cheat but that adulterous expression was unique and more than a little addictive. "It'd have to be a quick one." "Perfect," I said. "All right. Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes." "All right." I watched him leave and finished my beer. I then made a pit stop in the men's room to relieve myself. When I got to the lot, I saw him standing by an open door of a gray Explorer. He ushered me into the back, where he'd pulled down the seat to make the back of the SUV an open, even surface. "If we need an excuse, you offered to help me look for my watch," he said as he crawled in after me, shutting the door behind him. I didn't expect any kissing or foreplay and didn't get any. Instead, Mr. Kozlowski crawled on top of me and maneuvered me so I was face down. He pulled out a tube of KY from his tuxedo pocket, "I picked up some lube from my room," he huffed and proceeded to unzip, as I fumbled with my trousers and pulled them down. "God, you're ready for Daddy's dick, aren't cha son?" I don't know how much man-on-man experiences Mr. K had but his verbal assertiveness was perfect. Maybe it was the kind of thing he wanted to say when fucking the wife but couldn't. I looked back and was in shock to see the penis that was sticking out of his unzipped pants and right up at me. Kozlowski had length but mostly the man's cock was really, really fat. Fat as mine certainly, with a nice piece of foreskin covering most of the head. He squirted the KY on the obscene donkey dick and stroked it a couple of times. I wasn't sure what I'd gotten myself into, but I was feeling pleasantly drunk and very horny. I wanted this big, strapping dad in me and I wanted him fucking me deep. I was getting my wish. I felt his heavy, muscular weight on top of me once more as his cock burrowed into my ass cleft, then acquired its target. "Oh, that's it, man," he growled as his lubed prick pushed inside me. "Take my huge motherfucking cock." I grunted - this man was big - but mostly I got stuffed. Kozlowski was by far the biggest dick I'd ever taken, bigger than Jack's, bigger than Paul's. It helped that I was still loosened up by my brother's fucking the night before. Pretty soon, I felt Mr. K's ballsac pressed against me. "Fuck, this ass is amazing. Tighter than pussy," he growled. He pulled up, then thrust back in. Not so much hard but deep. Really really deep. I felt amazing and on the edge of what I could take, at the same time. Then again, Mr. K fucked in. Not so much technique but pure raw power. "Tell me, son," he growled. "Who owns this ass? Who's your daddy?" "You, sir." I answered. "You're my daddy, sir," I urged. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. K." "Oh fuck yeah, Daddy's gonna fuck you and good. Big hot jock ass begging for it..." "Please sir. I need that dick." "You betcha do. You're grinding that butt right on it." His fuck thrusts were getting harder and the SUV started shaking a little on its suspension. "It's gonna fuck me off from the inside, sir, that goddamn horse cock of yours." That egged him on even more. "Yeah? Baby gonna come? Baby gonna come from Daddy fucking him?" "Oh, sir, please..." I was getting close. "Oh shit!" He yelled, tensing up, and I knew he was coming way inside my ass. My own orgasm followed, hard and involuntary, as I shot a thick wad all over the upholstery. When we uncoupled, we'd not been at it three minutes. Mr. K gave me a spare handkerchief, which I used to wipe off the best I could before pulling my underwear and trousers back on. We tried to wipe down the back of the car seat the best we could, then Mr. K sprayed some air freshener to hide the scent of sex and cum. "Good, that was good," he said, matter-of-factly before opening the door. We returned to the reception and went our separate ways. I felt guilty but also strangely satisfied. I'd needed that, I decided, needed to get fucked hard. Hell, maybe I needed the Daddy talk, too, if i was honest with myself. * John and his family had already gone back to the house, and when Matt and I got back we did our best to be quiet. "Good night bro," he said and gave me a hug. "Been great seeing you." Matt had to leave early to the airport. I hugged him back and didn't want to let go. "You, too, Matt," I said. I thought of staying up a while but it was late and my drunk was starting to wear off. I called it a night, too. Day 3 I missed Matt the next morning and barely got up in time to see John, Kate, and the kids off. "Great to see you, Jim," John said. "You gotta make out it out to Chicago soon. We'd love to have ya." "Yeah, I'd like that," I said. "After school settles down." "Yeah. Well, have fun, but don't party too much." "You sound like Dad," I said. * It was almost 11:00 and just as I finished making some coffee, Dad walked in, wearing only his favorite pair of Navy PT shorts. "Junior and Kate leave already?" Although Robert John McGrath was not technically a Junior, that was always was Dad's nickname for John. "You just missed them." I couldn't help but look. Stare actually. It wasn't the first time seeing Dad like this, but he usually wasn't quite this casual. His massive chest was covered with a swirling forest of wiry chest hair, that thickened even as it spread over his stomach. His shoulder and arms were big and toned. At his age, it was obvious Dad spent a lot of time in the gym keeping them that way. His thighs had softer, downier brown hair, more in a downward growing pattern. "You got enough coffee for your old man?" "Yes, sir," I said, pulling down an extra mug. We stood there uncomfortably, and there were so many emotions flowing through me at that moment. Finally, I just blurted out, "So, did you have fun with Mark?" It was as pointed and hostile a question as it sounds, maybe more. Dad gave me a stern but shocked look, trying to figure me out. "Jim, I don't pry into your personal affairs, and I'd ask the same courtesy from you." His tone and his lecture and most of all the fact that he was right made me recoil. "I'm sorry, Dad. You're right, I'm out of line." I stood there, awkward and feeling very emotional. Finally I excused myself and said I was going to go pack up. "All right, son," Dad said, in a tone that said he was still perturbed. I went to my room and started put my clothes in my carryon bag. Not rushing, taking my time even. Just so I'd have something to do to keep my feelings from spilling over. A knock broke my daydream. "Can I come in, Jimbo?" "Yeah, sure." "I gotta ask son... is everything all right?" "Yeah, Dad, it's just..." I tried to keep a brave face, but when I looked up at him and saw the love and affection and the fatherly concern in his face, I lost it. I started crying. "Come `ere kid," Dad said and encircled me in his arms. It was exactly what I wanted at that moment but also the worst thing in the world. His contact of his hair and his skin and his warm felt sexual and a taunt at every taboo I knew I shouldn't be feeling. It made the tears come harder and faster. "That's it," he said, patting my back. "Let it out, son. It's tough being your age. I should have been there for you these last couple of years. Let you know I had your back." I pulled back, wiping my eyes with the back of my arm, slowly catching my breath. "Naw Dad, it's not that. You're always there for me. I just felt.... jealous." That was the hardest thing I'd ever had to say, but I knew I had to get it off my chest, whatever the consequences. That made Dad smile. "You dog.... I guess I should have picked up on it. I have to say I didn't pick Mark out to be your type. I would have thought you'd go for one of your teammates or your buddies inst...." I interrupted. "No, Dad. Not jealous of you. Jealous of Mark." "Oh," he said softly. I felt the tears welling up but Dad put a thumb below my eye and wiped away the moisture. "Easy, Slugger. Wait until you hear what I gotta say." I sniffled, and my heart beat nervously. "Yes, sir." "Maybe I shouldn't have hidden myself from you. I was trying to be a father first. Before anything. Raise you guys and not have you worry about a new stepmother or your dad's fuck buddies or whatever rumors might spread across town if I was more open. I don't regret the sacrifice but I held off on my happiness, at least that way." "Wow, Dad," I said. "I want you happy. I do." "Thanks, Slugger. And maybe I made the wrong call. Should have dated. Should have been more upfront. But it was the call I made. Cause I wanted to protect you." I had a questioning look on my face, I know. "Particularly lately. I've seen you mature a lot, Jim, emotionally, but physically too. You've become a man, Jim, and I've been honored to see it happen. But I've caught myself, sometimes, looking.... thinking... thoughts a Dad shouldn't have." The implications of what he was saying took my breath away. My cock throbbed to erection, though. Dad could sense I was getting turned on, cause he scooted away. "I can't, Jim, not like you want. But I wanted you to know I've thought of it, too. Please don't beat yourself up over a fantasy or an idea that pops in your head." "Dad..." I started. "I know I told you no more lectures, but I gotta leave it at one. You understand?" "Yes, sir." I stood, erect in my shorts and emotionally exposed. But I knew when my father was laying down the law and this was one of those times. "I'm glad we talked, Jim. Really. But I should go pack now. Get ready." "Yes, sir," I said more meekly now. When he'd left I pulled down my shorts and started jerking my cock. The raw emotion was still there, but the the sexual excitement was winning out. Dad had said he'd lusted after me! Quickly, I jerked my stick, I knew it wouldn't take long to get me there today.... Only I stopped. Let go of my prick and watched it throb in a full-on erection angled from my belly. I had to try it. I kicked off my shorts and stripped off my shirt. I walked down the hall to the room Dad was staying in. The door was open so I walked right in. As soon as he looked up at me he froze. His son naked and erect before him. I thought he'd be angry, but he wasn't. Instead he had a pained expression as he battled his own emotions. "You look incredible, Slugger," he finally said. His words made my cock bounce up harder. "Thank you, sir." I looked down at his shorts. His cock was growing. I didn't know exactly how much, but it looked big. Real big. "Can I see yours?" "I shouldn't be doing this," he said softly but pushed the shorts down. Out flopped his penis. My dad's cock. It was more beautiful and powerful and sexual than anything I'd ever seen or could imagine seeing. My heart raced and I felt a string of sap fall from my own dick. I wondered if I was going to come spontaneously from the sight, but I didn't. Dad's dick grew and expanded further until it stuck up rigid and very large. Nearly as fat as mine and several inches longer. I'd though Mr. Kozlowski was hung, but my father had him beat. "Wow, Dad, that's amazing. You're huge." He softened a little at my admiration. "I figured I could let you have a look," he finally said. I crouched down. I had to push this further, if I could. "Can I suck you?" "I don't think that would be a good idea, son." His cock seemed excited, though, and was now giving a slow, steady bounce with each heartbeat. "How about a closer look?" I scooted forward and Dad stepped up until his crotch was inches away from my face. The smell was incredible and I could feel the heat emanating from his body as much as the invisible sexual pheromones. I leaned forward and licked. My tongue making a wide swipe at the base of his stick, where his ballsac connected. I moaned and Dad hissed. "Fuck!" I licked again, further up this time. Then sensing no resistance I started tonguing without pulling back, licking my way up and down that giant dad cock. I was getting real worked up and sex crazed in the process. It was like my sole purpose at that moment was to service my father's phallus. To connect with the genitals that made me. When I plopped the head in my mouth and swallowed his cock, Dad put his hand on my head. Guiding me now, gently pushing his cock in, too, while my throat relaxed and accepted him. I wasn't able to deep throat him, not this time, but I took him pretty far before I started bobbing my head. Up and down. Sucking. Determined to give my father the best head I could possibly give. I wasn't on his dick even a minute before I could sense him tense up and the grip on my head get firmer. "Oh Slugger, I'm gonna come," was all he said before his prick shot heavy jets of fatherly sperm into my mouth and gullet. I went wild, swallowing his seed and sucking the spurting bone dry as I jerked my own meat and sent myself into an accompanying orgasm. When I pulled off, I leaned up and lunged toward his mouth, eager for a kiss, but he pulled away, turning his head to the side. "No, Jim, I can't." I was deflated but also happy at what had been the most incredible sexual experience of my life. If I had to deal with Dad being awkward and this as the aftermath, it was still worth it. Affectionately he patted my shoulder, but it was a fatherly kind of emotion rather than a lover's. "We don't have a lot of time before we have to get to the airport." "I'm about ready, Dad," I said, crouching back on my haunches. "Let me shower up. Be ready to go in about thirty minutes," he said as he slipped his shorts back on. "Yeah," I said, standing up and inwardly proud to let Dad see my nude body. I could see Dad's eyes sweep over my body, too. Guilt-ridden but also appreciative. I felt more like an adult than I'd ever felt. Glad I'd worked on my body so much in the last year, glad that I was starting to really like a full-fledged athlete. Glad I'd taken this step with my father. Dad gave me a sad smile and walked past me toward the bathroom. * At the Atlanta Airport, Dad and I parted ways - he to Norfolk, me on a flight to Charlottesville. The hug he gave probably was like every other hug he'd ever given me growing up, powerful yet loving, but now with the conflicting emotions in my head it felt both sexual and disapproving. "Don't be a stranger, Jimbo," were his parting words to me, and the emotion was heavy in deep voice. "I'm just a couple hours away." "No, sir, I won't." My eyes were misting up as we parted and I walked down the concourse. A short flight and a taxi ride later, I got back to my dorm room, where my roommate Tim was studying. Tim's an all-right guy, a little nerdy and we had almost nothing in common. I'm sure he was apprehensive about rooming with a baseball jock, but over the course of freshman orientation, we had become fast friends. I was ready to break free of the social scene of high school, and I got the feeling Tim was, too. Tim's straight and beyond that not remotely my type. At that moment, after that weekend I'd just had, I was really thankful to be somewhere without any sexual tension. I tossed down my bag and plopped down on the bed. "Miss me?" I joked. "How was the wedding?" Tim asked. "I got laid nonstop," I said, "but otherwise weddings are pretty boring."