Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2016 22:59:56 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 17 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. This tale has taken me a while to spin out. Some of the details are off, but I plan to fix them with a revised complete and reordered story when it's all done. 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 17 Charlottesville, Winter 2002-2003 Freshman year I did go home for Christmas, and Dad and I did have sex, but not as much as you might think. Matt was home, too, and Paul and his wife were over for Christmas dinner and much of the following week. Even John and his family came for a couple of days. So that meant that my time home was family time and catching up with my brothers. Yeah, a 19 year old's hormones don't just go away, but I had nice long stroke sessions each morning waking up and again before bed that kept the edge off. But things did come to a head the Sunday after Christmas. It was after John's family left. Matt had gone off to hang out with his friends in town, which prompted Dad to ask if I wanted to go out as well. "Don't you have any friends to catch up with, Jimbo?" Truth be told, I'd grown apart from a lot of guys I knew in high school. Maybe it was the gay thing. Or just the way college changes your interests. I still kept up with my best friend Rick, but he was out of town visiting his Mom, who'd just gotten remarried and moved to Florida. "Nah, I'm good," I said, settling into the couch next to Dad as the football pregame was starting. Dad gave me a half-concerned look and then added, "I hope you're not being a loner up at college. Life's too short for that." "No, sir. I'm doing OK." There were other times I'd love a heart-to-heart with Dad, but right then I wasn't in the mood. Believe it or not it was into the second quarter of the game before I realized what I was in the mood for. Something clicked and I realized it was the first time Dad and I had been alone together since I got home. Dad must have been thinking the same thing. Or maybe he was just horny. He stared forward at the TV but I saw that his dick was fully erect in his sweatpants. Not making any advance on me, but I got the feeling he was waiting for me to notice. It was a trip how massively hung my father was. I surmised he wasn't wearing underwear beneath his sweats because nothing seemed to constrain the long hard tube that rode up along the crease of his groin and pushed the fabric up. I watched in fascination as the cock pulsed again and grew, unbelievably, even longer. When I looked up, Dad was no longer watching the game but watching me look at his dick. He grinned. "You wanna, Slugger?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." Dad gave a look around the rec room, as if to make sure the coast was clear. An irrational move since it was just us, but he was right, we had to be careful not to get caught. With an impish grin he lifted the elastic band and slid it down his crotch, revealing his giant, thick phallus. It looked as marvelous as I remembered, and I knew I'd never get sick of looking at this dick. Dad, erect, powerful man. I so wanted to take my time exploring him, but I didn't know how much time we were working with, since Matt could be home at any point. So I unzipped myself so I could jerk off and I leaned over and took my father into my mouth. "Oh Jimbo, that's good," he hissed as I went down on him. I felt out of practice and choked a little as too much of the cock lodged in the back of my mouth too quickly. But I pulled back and played with the foreskin with my tongue before bobbing back down. It was a real rush, and I felt turned on as ever. I masturbated as I developed a rhythm sucking Dad. I wished I could deep throat him but a few inches would have to do. His dick felt hard and almost commanding in my mouth, and his words only added to my lust. "You gonna take my cum, Jimbo? Gonna swallow it? It's not gonna take me long to shoot. Oh God, son, you're gonna make your dad cum." That did it. My hand filled with my sperm and I did my best to catch it so it wouldn't drip. As I recovered from the intensity of my orgasm I dove back on Dad's cock and started sucking with renewed intensity. It took only a half minute before his breaths got shorter. He stopped his sex talk but instead low, encouraging moans came from him, then his body tensed. Dad's load was thick and salty and I suspected he too had been worked up this time I was at home. It came in seven or eight heavy spurts, and I gulped each one down, the semen thick almost like a warm pudding. It still was an incredible rush to taste my own father's sperm, the liquid DNA pooling on my tongue as I thought there were thousands of potential brothers and sisters in there. I enjoyed the tasted but also the thrill of the seed entering my body. Finally, the heavy ejaculation slowed to soft dribbles in my mouth, the consistency now thinner. I pursed my lips along his dick head and hood to coax the last little bit out before finally relinquishing my prize. I grabbed a napkin to wipe my load off my hand and pulled my shorts back on as Dad readjusted his sweats. We both looked at each other with a satisfied smile, but at that moment we heard the door open upstairs. Matt was home. I saw the satisfaction drain from Dad's face, replaced with nervousness and guilt. "That was too close," he whispered as he got up, leaving me to watch the rest of the game as he went upstairs. ** That moment put a damper on the rest of the week. I wouldn't call Dad distant but we both were feeling uneasy about it. Like we were drawn to each other but the very act of sex brought up emotions we weren't ready to deal with. I wasn't sure anyone would be able to deal with them. Each morning in my JO session I would think about Dad and sucking his cock and I'd shoot a heavy load on my belly, but I'd barely wipe up before I'd feel bad about it all. Partly because I was making Dad feel bad about it all. So when mid-week I got a call from my buddy Rick, asking me if I want to come over to his Dad's where he was staying, I jumped on the chance. Dad seemed to be glad I was going too, though maybe part of that was just his desire to see me socialize more. I guess a couple of things you should know about Rick Bryant. His family's loaded. I still couldn't figure out exactly what his dad did for a living... something with real estate investments... but he lived in a house in a ritzy subdivision. Second, Mr. Bryant was almost the cliche of the Cool Dad. As long as Rick stayed out of trouble, he had free reign of the place, and best of all his dad would let us drink beer. In fact, he had a mini fridge stocked with beer in the rec room that was practically Rick's personal man cave. "I'd rather you be drinking here than out somewhere getting in trouble," he once justified, but I suspected he liked having his son as his best friend more than as a son, if that makes sense. Especially because half the time I was over there, Mr. Bryant would join us. Only he made sure I called him Ed. He was young looking himself, a fit guy who ran regularly to keep in shape and probably worked out too. And it was hard not to have the hots for him, especially because he had a real friendly smile that seemed to invite attention in return. He was about my height though with a more compact squash-player build. Roman nose, sea-blue eyes, and blond hair showing some mousy gray, particularly along the temples. I felt a little bad perving on Rick's dad like this, I guess because between Rick and me our friendship was purely platonic, and of all the guys I'd lusted after, my friend wasn't one of them. I think Mr. Bryant was on the phone when I got over, because Rick answered the door and led me down to his rec room. He had a cheesy horror film on, it was kind of our past time watching them. "Help yourself to a beer, McGrath." I could tell he'd already had a couple, because he was jovial and relaxed. I did so and we kicked back, talking about our holidays and how school was going. It was about a half hour before Mr. Bryant popped his head in. "Mind if I join you fellas? It's kind of lonely upstairs." He was in typical suburban-dad wear of polos and jeans and a ball cap. Rick didn't even look up from the TV. "Sure, Dad. Only this movie's pretty shitty." Rick and his father cursed a lot around each other, which definitely would not have been tolerated in my house growing up. Mr. Bryant plopped onto a free spot on the couch, next to me, and held up a tin. "I brought something to make it better," he said and opened up so that we could see a decent stash of pot in there, with rolling papers and a lighter. Rick's reaction let me know this was not an unusual occurrence in the Bryant household. He just scooted forward as his father passed him the tin to let him have the honors of rolling the first joint. Ed must have seen the surprise on my face, because he paused. "You smoke, Jim?" "You kidding Dad?" Rick answered for me, "Jim loves this stuff." He lit up and took a deep toke before passing it to me. I'm not sure I wanted to be painted as a stoner to Rick's dad, but the man slapped my knee playfully, and said "I'll bet," as I took my toke and passed it along. Our fingers grazed and Ed had almost a mischievous look in his eye, though maybe that responding to my simultaneous shyness in burning down in front of the man and clear eagerness and enjoyment of the pot. "Good stuff, huh?" he asked. "Yeah," I croaked, holding the smoke in. By the time we passed around the second joint, we were giggling, almost nonstop, at the movie. Pot tends to make me goofy, and horny. So I couldn't help it, I found myself boning up. I tried to shuffle my seating position so Rick and Mr. Bryant wouldn't notice. Rick was in a lazy chair, so from his angle he couldn't see it but at one point I felt Ed nudge my side and he gestured down to my crotch with a big conspiratorial grin. "You too, huh?" he whispered in my ear. I tried not to be obvious, so I waited until Rick's attention was on the TV and I looked down at Mr. Bryant's crotch. He was throwing wood, as well, and the knowledge made me feel real naughty. The next thirty minutes were a gentle torture as Ed and I made playful eye contact and as our arms or legs would touch on occasionally. Which only made me harder. I wasn't sure where this was going or if it was appropriate or if Mr. Bryant and I would have an opportunity to do anything. Opportunity did present itself. Weed usually makes Rick sleepy and sure enough I saw he'd conked out in the reclining chair. Like totally asleep, his head cocked to the side. I touched Ed's arm and nodded over at his son. The man smiled and leaned forward and rolled another joint. He lit it and sucked in, then I watched in disbelief as he turned his head toward mine and angled slightly, lining up his lips to my mouth. Our kiss was soft and heavy at the same time and as I opened my mouth, Mr. Bryant blew the smoke into me, his tongue tracing along mine playfully. Then it was my turn, and I did the same to him. His son and my best friend was six feet away and the sheer inappropriateness of the situation made my body shake. Add to that, I was getting high as a kite, and my sex drive was roaring like mad. I wanted to fuck in the worst way and the idea of boning Rick's dad made my cock throb. Mr. Bryant grabbed my crotch and then stood up, gesturing that I should follow him. I did. He left the lights of his bedroom off and my senses felt heightened as our bodies connected and we kissed again. He was peeling off my clothes and I started doing the same to him. I couldn't believe Mr. Bryant was so hot for sex with another man. With me. And this had an intensity lacking in my casual fuckbuddy arrangement with Holt. I'd missed this all right. When he'd pulled down my shorts and underwear, he knelt down in front of me and just like that I was getting a blow job from my best friend's father. While his son slept downstairs. He wasn't Bulldozer good at sucking dick, but Mr. B clearly had some practice as this. I was thankful that the beer and the weed was tamping my trigger cause otherwise I'd be ejaculating into his mouth already. Instead, I just got to ride wave after wave of sexual pleasure as Mr. Bryant stuffed more of my fat dick into his throat with each bob of his head. Finally I pulled him off and hoisted him up. Our kiss now was hotter, less exploratory, more purely sexual. I stripped of the rest of his clothes and felt two things that turned me on even more. His hard dripping prick poking my stomach and a nice furry torso, trimmed but with the amount of hair you'd expect for a man in his late 40s. I growled into our kiss and walked us back to the bed. I gently pushed Mr. Bryant down on the mattress, and he gave a stoned smile at my take charge turn. I lifted his legs up and spread them a bit, so I could see his fuzz-covered perineum and ass trench, and I squatted down. Ed let out a moan as my mouth made contact with his exposed pucker, and he had to bite his finger to quiet himself. I licked my way around before working up to more insistent poking motions with my tongue, gently coaxing the man's hole to relax. Oh yeah, I missed this all right. It had been too long since I'd rimmed out a guy like this, an older man, a father figure type. I fucking loved it, and I went wild and with that, Ed went wild too. He gripped my head and pulled me in further, urging me on. When I finally stood up, my cock was crazy hard and wet from all my leaking sap. "There's some lube in the drawer," he whispered. The very idea Mr. Bryant would let me inside him was amazing. I quickly prepped myself and prepped the man's hairy hole. I didn't rush entering him but I didn't delay either. I'm not sure how much experience he'd had at this, and maybe it was just the pot relaxing him. But he took me like a pro and soon we were outright fucking. Like crazy hard pounding, bed squeaking fucking. I hoped Rick was a sound sleeper, because whatever chemistry had developed between me and his dad was just fueling each other. To go further into a real man-on-man fuck. I felt it. Mr. B was gonna come. So I pounded harder, which made his body shake and his whimpers grow louder. I was gonna come, too. Inside him. As fucked up as I was from the week, I felt in control sexually. Driving us both to our orgasm. If it wasn't simultaneous, we were just a split second apart. I felt Mr. Bryant's seed spurting heavy between our stomachs as my own jizz rocketed inside his bowels. The whole time we kissed like it was the last fuck on earth. When we were down. I leaned up, looking down affectionately and grateful this man had given me such a toe-curling orgasm. "Wow," Ed said, his hand caressing my now sweaty and sperm covered chest. "You know what you're doing." "Yeah," I huffed. "You had me kind of worked up." We uncoupled and Ed let me shower off in his master bedroom. I could tell he wanted to join me, but we'd already taken too many chances screwing in his bedroom with Rick in the house. When I finished, I found the man had pulled on a pair of boxers. I couldn't believe my luck in banging such a good looking DILF. He had it all - muscle size and definition, flat stomach, and nice biceps and forearms. And lots of trimmed fur. "I checked on Rick. He's still sleeping away," he said. "Glad we took a chance," he added, giving me another kiss. "You know where the guest room is?" I didn't expect that I'd be sleeping in Ed's bedroom, but I think he was nervous kicking me out. "Yeah. Thanks again, Ed." I was taught to be deferential to my elders but at that point the first name felt appropriate. "This was amazing." He gave a half-smile. "Thank again, Jim. Good night." "Good night, Ed." ** So I went back to campus with a couple of incredible sexual experiences under my belt. Dad and Mr. Bryant. Two inappropriate situations. I felt a little guilty about doing it with Mr. B and way guilty about the way things were going with me and Dad. I did make sure to talk regularly to Dad. I called him at least twice a week to let him know how I was doing and just to talk. It was good, and I think we were both determined not to let our sexual transgressions mess things up, like before. Not speaking about the sex but checking in with one another in other ways, making sure each other was good. I actually wasn't sure where we stood when Dad came up to visit in the middle of February. He had business up in DC and arranged to stop in Charlottesville on the way back. He picked me up, still dressed in his business casual attire: button down plaid oxford-strip shirt, blue blazer, khakis, and loafers. I felt underdressed in my UVA baseball T, ball cap, and jeans and sneakers. We went for a late dinner, and it was after a long practice and workout day for me. I was famished and practically scarfing my food down. "I see it's been a while since they've fed you up here, Slugger," he deadpanned. "Sorry, Dad," I said as I finally swallowed my bite. "It was a pretty intense workout for me today. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have manners, sir." "Hey, that' my line, kiddo," he winked. "You're gonna put me out of parenting business." I smiled. I'd been so used to Dad in his uber-serious mode, it was great to see him joke and relax a little. Even when he brought up sex with us, as we were walking back to the car, he seemed playful. Almost impish in doing something naughty. "You OK with what we did at Christmas?" he asked in a quiet voice so no one else would hear. I felt an excitement, thinking that Dad probably wanted sex again. "Oh yeah, sir. Only regret is we couldn't take our time." "We gotta be careful, Jim. You know that. But..." he continued, a smirk on his face, "I got a hotel room for tonight. I think we'll have all the time we want." My heart beat a hundred beats a minute, I was so thrilled. My face was flush with heat, too. Dad noticed my reaction. "I take it Slugger likes the idea." "Yes, sir," I answered, a little embarrassed to be so eager. He just smiled, and I swear my true-blue father looked a little cocky. Back at his room, it was like I was seeing a different Dad than at Christmas. He was openly acknowledging what we were doing. I guess it was the sense of privacy, that it was safe in the confines of the hotel. He stepped up to me and plain as day kissed me, putting his hands on my shoulder to draw me in a little. We made out nice and slow, and I got the sense Dad was teaching me, guiding me in how he liked to kiss. Tongues swapping and dueling but not at all rushed or impetuous. "I missed that," he said softly. "So hot, Slugger." He kicked off his shoes and stepped back as I undid my shoelaces and pulled off my sneakers. Then he guided us to the bed, falling down and pulling me on top of him. If my weight was too much, he didn't let on. Besides Dad's a real strong man and even my newfound bulk didn't seem to phase him. We kissed again, hungrier this time but Dad took control making sure my urges didn't ramp up too quickly. I pulled off this time, wanted to take a chance to look at Dad's face up close. The slightly weathered and tanned skin, the micro lines around his eyes, showing his middle-aged maturity, but otherwise Commander Robert McGrath was a young-acting, vital man in his prime. Masculine, handsome as fuck. My father. I kissed him again, and Dad responded to my intensity by thrusting his crotch into mine as we made out. "You're hot for your Daddy, arentcha Slugger?" he finally asked, maybe rhetorically. "Yessir," I answered, now thrusting my hardon-packed crotch into his in return. "So much." "I keep thinking about the blow jobs you gave me." "Yeah?" I asked, thrilled he appreciated what I had done for him. "Fuck, yeah," he growled. Only occasionally did I hear Dad curse, usually when he'd some to drink or when he was hanging out with his Navy buddies. Never with his sons, never at us. His voice got huskier, "I want you to suck me off again, Slugger. Will you do that for me?" "Yessir," I growled into his mouth as our tongues touched again. My hand reached down and cupped his massive genitals trapped in his pants. Pure power, and I felt Dad chuckle as my body shook in uncontrollable horniness. Dad rolled us over until his weight rested on me. He leaned up, running his big paw along the side of my cheek. A simple, loving gesture. "You're so hot, son. I won't last long inside your mouth." "'s OK, Dad," I muttered. Looking at me steadily, his voice was equally firm. "You're gonna suck me twice tonight, Slugger." It was such a direct command, nasty and sexual. My cock surged in excitement. "Yessir," I answered and turned my head to take his thumb into my mouth. Dad grinned as I started a sensual sucking motion on his digit. I had the feeling he was training me for something, but I wasn't sure what. I wanted to be what he wanted for me, a hot mouth to get off. I regretted not having more experience in giving head. So much of my sex life had gotten in the groove of being serviced. I loved it. Loved getting blown, loved the feel of another dude taking care of me, loved the pure cock worship I got for my extra large size. But Dad was bigger than me. Bigger body, bigger cock, a bigger man in heart and soul. I wanted to make him happy, satisfied as a man. My breath was heavy as Dad leaned up and undid the button of his business-casual khakis and pulled down the zipper. His briefs bulged massively, a heavy wet spot formed at the end of the huge phallus trapped inside. He scooted up to straddle my chest, and placed his hands on his hips expectantly. Taking the cue, I reached up and peeled the elastic band of the briefs up and over Dad's giant cock. Dad hissed as I peeled it over and down and tugged further at the underwear to bare the dick and balls. Clear sap dripped out of the bunched foreskin and down the length of his penis. He took the initiative again, pushing his prick down and smearing the precum all over my lips and chin. The smell was magnificent, a hint of cum and the waff of maleness, mixed with Dad's cologne. I opened my mouth, eager to taste him. Dad moaned but not as loud as I did. The salty flavor of his natural lubricant filled my mouth, particularly as Dad pushed his cock into me an inch and the foreskin pulled back enough to release its natural catchment. I enjoyed the taste, but soon my saliva was involuntarily swallowing down my throat and I started applying suction to dad's cock. He responded by pushing more in. Not too much, he must have known to be careful, but a few solid fat inches of father dick started pushing in and out. He let loose with his words in a way he hadn't before. "Oh, Jimbo, son, suck your daddy. So good.." His thrusts were shallow but insistent. Hard power behind them. And quicker. Indeed it didn't take long I felt the hardness grow harder and then Dad's cock spurted its seed right into my mouth. His ejaculate was full and slightly bitter in flavor. I tried to memorize the taste as the semen collected in my mouth. Finally I relented and swallowed it all, Dad's seed, and satisfied Dad patted my head as he pulled out. His full, strong build plopped on the bed next to mine and his hand went to my crotch, unzipping my jeans. "Slugger need to get off?" he murmured as we met into a heavy kiss again. I helped him get my dick out, which was aching and horny and ready to shoot. I moaned as his hand wrapped around my prick and he started jacking me off furiously. "Come on, son, come for Daddy," he growled into our kiss and the nastiness of the words did it for me. In heavy spurts my seed spurted out in strong jets, soiling my T-shirt and sperming Dad's hand. Dad was grinning big as I came down from my orgasm. "Whoo, you needed that, Slugger." "Yes, sir," I nodded. "You did too, Dad." "You're amazing, Jim, I couldn't hold off knowing you wanted me to come in your mouth." He was holding his hand to the side, trying not to let my jizz drip everywhere. Impetuously I grabbed his wrist and pulled it to my face. Dad's eyes practically bulged as my tongue went out and swiped his cummy hand, licking my own sperm off his hand. It was interesting to compare my taste to his - sweeter, less bitter, but we were definitely related. Dad growled as my tongue lapped the palm of his hand. "No way am I gonna go soft, Slugger," he said. "You really love this, don't cha?" "I love it," I replied. "Does that bother you, sir?" "It bothers me that I love it, too." His mouth met mine, though, communicating a passion that was still boiling between us. My dick jerked, overstimulated now, but ready for more. As we made out we slowly stripped of the rest of our clothes. Dad peeling off my now spunk-wet T shirt, me unbuttoning his dress shirt, feeling the hard hairy muscle beneath. I pulled down my jeans, and Dad stripped off too. We eyed each other giddily as we removed the last of our clothes. Dad's playfulness came back, and it fed mine. We were secret lovers doing the unthinkable - and loving it. I wondered if Dad would be up for more. So far it had been me blowing him, Dad jerking me, and us frotting. I wanted more, but was nervous Dad didn't. And he started pushing my shoulders down, guiding me down to his hardon once more. I followed his request. "See if you can take more of me this time, Jimbo," he breathed. I opened up my mouth and tried to angle my throat better this time. I really needed to suck more guys dicks if I wanted to learn how to treat a piece this size right. But lately I'd gotten off on being the one serviced. Normally that pushed my buttons, but with Dad, I got the sense he liked that. He wasn't urgent in his need this time. Instead, he watched intently and patiently as I tried to take more in. I choked a little and tears formed in my eyes. It wasn't painful but I was having a hard time. Gingerly, he wiped the tear of my cheek and caressed my face. "Easy Slugger, we got time. I'm a big man, but if you want I'd love to teach you to take more." I pulled off. "Please, Dad," I replied and plopped the fat uncut head back in my mouth. I felt his hand on my skull, pushing back to adjust the angle of my head. He held steady and applied pressure, pushing his massive cock past the constriction of my throat. Unbelievable, it popped in, a couple of inches, then another. He held steady as my throat relaxed and accommodated him. "You did it, Slugger. I'm proud of you, boy." Oh jeez. I wanted to come so bad, knew I was gonna cum, physical stimulation or not. I reached down and grabbed my prick and it started, jerking spurts of my cum belted out as I moaned around his heavy hard cock buried in my throat. I came down from an intense orgasm, and I think Dad decided tonight's lesson was done. Slowly, he pulled back til he had only three inches or so of dick in my mouth. With gentle thrusts, he fucked my sucking mouth gently until his own heavy spurts, surprisingly full for his second load, filled my mouth. "Goddamn, you're good, son," he muttered as he stroked my hair and I nursed the last briny dribbles out. * Dad woke up super early to shower and get on the road in time for work. I was still groggy when he nudged me. "Time to get up Jimbo. Sorry, I gotta be back in Norfolk by 7:30." I sat up in bed, throwing my legs off the side of the mattress. Dad had pulled on his uniform, but he still left his crotch unbuttoned. "If you got time, Dad," I said, "I'll blow you again." He looked at his watch, to make sure, then stepped up. Pushing his briefs down his large prick flopped out, crowbar hard, and Dad let out a soft growl as my hand touched it, fingers caressing the length. "I'm gonna get better at this, Dad," I said. It was such a thrill to suck him like this, wearing his uniform, looking as distinguished as I'd ever seen him. I wished I was more awake for this, but hungrily, I took his rockhard cock into my mouth once more. "You're already good at it, Slugger," Dad said, assuming a stance with legs spread and hands already running through my hair. "So fucking good at it." He wasn't as verbal that morning, but he was definitely horny. It took me only a minute to suck him to completion and I felt a huge rush as his sperm pumped me once more. "All right," he said, as he tucked his giant dick, now softening, back in and fixing his uniform. "I really gotta get going. Let me drop you off at campus." *** I was on a high after this time with Dad, and lord knows I pumped out a lot of loads thinking about doing him in his uniform, but in the aftermath it was weird to switch back to normal. Chatting with him about school, like nothing had happened. But I also felt proud of myself for managing both, sex with my father and a regular dad-son relationship. I hoped I didn't have too much urgency in my voice when I said I might come home next weekend. "It would be great to see you Slugger," he said. "But you gotta focus on school. Particularly now that baseball season is starting up." His response threw me for a loop. "Oh." "Look Jim, I get it," he explained. "You're horny and we had a great time together. You want more, don't you?" "Yessir," I admitted meekly. "I do." "I enjoy the hell out of what we did, but I don't want you to focus on me for sex. You're young and in college, and I know it can be hard for a gay guy, but still...." "I get it, Dad. You want me to date someone my age." "Or play the field. If we're gonna do this Jim it's gotta be a side thing, just for the thrill of it." "Are you saying 'no' to us?" He paused. "I'm saying no to you coming home this weekend. I'll be up this spring, a lot. I want to see my baseball star play," he said jovially. As disappointed as I was that he was putting some distance between us sexually, I was almost as excited to have Dad come to my games. It meant a lot to me, always had in high school, and I wandered if he'd be able to see me play now that I was a way at college. The idea cheered me. "That'd be awesome, Dad." * The conversation was just another stumbling block as Dad and I figured out exactly what we were doing. It helped my mood that a couple weeks later I hooked up with Eric Foster. A friend with benefits, and as much as Holt we really clicked as buddies in addition to the sex. Eric was a junior I met an SAE party. He was on the swim team and I was immediately drawn to his tight, trim frame, as well as his bright smile. I mean, the guy looked like a TV star or model, he was that striking. Dark hair with hazel eyes, ruddy cheeks, thin lips and a pearl white smile of perfect teeth. He seemed to take an interest in me, staying past the small talk to engage me in conversation throughout the party. Part of it was that we shared a sense of humor and taste in music, but I got the vibe that there was something more. Particularly because he didn't seem to be eager to leave my side to join his fraternity buddies or to hit on the sorority girls there. Finally he asked if I wanted to smoke grass in his room, and I jumped on the opportunity to. I'd have to be careful with this, to be sure not to do anything to jeopardize my ballplaying, but I was getting into the way weed relaxed me, took the edge off. It felt like an odd replay of me and Mr. Bryant, my buddy Rich's Dad, smoking in such intimate proximity like this. Only Eric was direct, coming right out with a question. "Would you fuck me?" I about coughed out my smoke and choked out a reply. "Um, yeah, sure." Just what I'd been missing, ever since doing Mr. B, handed to me on a silver platter. Eric wasn't the romantic type, I suppose, because he unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down. He was going commando and his dick stood up next to his smooth eight-pack as he kicked off the pants and shoes. His legs were sinewed and toned, with powerful thighs dusted in brown stubble from his last shavedown. "Mind doing me from behind? The angle works better for me that way." I don't know if he was always straightforward, or if it was the beer and pot, but I loved it. No nonsense, no bullshit. I unzipped and peeled off my shirt, and got off seeing the swimmer catch sight of my erection. "Jeez, you're hung. I'm gonna love this, but go slow, OK? At least at first." I nodded in agreement and took the lubricant from his hand to grease up. Eric stretched his 6'5" body on the bed, face down, his magnificent bubble ass exposed for me. I mean, I don't think I'd ever seen such a compact, hard, powerful butt. I stuck my hand in between his cheeks, my fingers practically squeezed by the smooth muscle, and started applying the lube, getting off on the snug tightness. Not virgin, but it was gonna feel real good around my bone. Eric hiked his butt up toward me, a clear invitation. So I didn't waste any time. His new position spread his cheeks a little so I could see his crack but it was still going to be a snug fit for my dick. I crawled my meaty bod on top of his and guided my cock into him. I could tell he wasn't virgin or even close, but I still had to maneuver my way inside him. Finally, I was fully in the saddle and ready to ride. It was hot, getting such an amazing piece of frat jock tail as a surprise, and the sounds of the party down the hall just made it hotter for me. I held his slim hips tight and screwed in deeper, using my hip and ass strength to start a regular thrusting motion, deep and deliberate. "Fuck me, man," Eric growled. "Big hung baseball jock. Fuck!" He hissed and choked his words as I started nailing him. We were both stoned and drunk and it was very much a rushed, stoned, drunken fuck. Me pounding into this swimmer and Eric bucking his ass back to meet me, trying to maximize the impact of my prick against his internal sex gland. I came first, leaning forward and moving my hands up to grip his shoulders tight as I shoved in and unloaded with a ferocious roar. I should have been quiet, I suppose, but the fuck felt too good, and the release felt even better. I felt Eric's body quiver beneath me as he orgasmed into his bed sheets. As we pulled apart, I thanked him for an amazing lay. "You, too, man," he said, pulling out some kleenex to wipe his now spermed ass. "I'm not gay, not really, but I need that from time to time." I looked at him cautiously. Wondering if he was gonna pull some "I was so drunk" bullshit. "Well, any time you need it, dude, call me," I said, plopping back to rest for a minute, my spermy cock satisfied and heavy against my thigh. "Seriously, that was like fireworks." I added. "I'm gay but I don't let many folks know, so it's all between us. No one else." That seemed to melt his resistance. Breaking into a smile, he shook his head. "I can't believe I just got fucked by a hot baseball jock." I laughed. "I can't believe you took my cock like that. I thought my cum was gonna get sucked out of me by that tight ass." We shot the breeze for a while, then I got dressed again and headed back to my dorm. It was the start of a really good friendship. Not a relationship, but in some ways this was just as good. What I needed during an emotionally heavy first year at college.