Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 13:54:13 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 21 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. This tale has taken me a while to spin out. Some of the details are off, but I plan to fix them with a retconned complete story when it's all done. 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 21 March 2004 Spring Break, sophomore year Thursday was a lazy day. Both Dad and I slept in, taking a break from our morning runs. We had room service deliver some breakfast and enjoyed the AM inside, out of the sun and off the beach for a change. I was already freckled tan and more than a little red from the week of sun. Dad was deeply bronzed, the dark tan making the silver in his chest hair stand out in a striking way. It was weird: just when I didn't think my father could get any hotter, I'd see him in a new light, notice some other detail about him. Dad looked up from the book he was reading. He must have noticed me staring at him, cause he gave me a knowing smile and laid down his book. "You feeling horny, Slugger?" It gave me a rush every time he called me that now. The gap between the father-son relationship I've had with him through the years and what he had going on now. "Yessir," I said softly. I was wearing only a thin pair of briefs and for the last half hour my prick had been fully engorged and upright. A circle of pre-fuck juice was soaking the cotton fabric. Dad laughed and stood up. Without fanfare he shucked his Navy gym shorts to the floor and I watched in awe once more as that magnificent paternal cock was bared for me. My father wasn't erect just then, I think the week of sex was starting to catch up with him. But that dick swung low and heavy beneath a heavy, hairy set of balls. I can never get over how hung my dad is, it's just unreal to watch his cock sway back and forth as he walks toward me, taking his time. He's a shower, not a grower, so even in a semi, it's an awe-inspiring dick. I sat in eager anticipation. Wanting to touch him, to suck him. Instead, he stopped and stood there, looking down at me. "When did you know, son?" "Know?" I think I knew what he was asking but wanted to make sure. "Knew you wanted me. Sexually." When Dad spoke in short, blunt sentences like this I got a chill down my spine. It was his simple way of instructing me. Being the father. "Maybe I always knew," I answered, feeling hot all over my body. "Deep down." He looked down at me silently, his cock expanding into a fuller, thicker, harder truncheon. It was likely he was waiting for me to continue. So I did. "When I was 16...." I started, "I was jerking off and for some some reason I thought of you. Your body. Wondered how big your dick was, what it looked like. And all of a sudden I was shooting everywhere and trying to catch my breath I was cumming so hard. It freaked me out," I said, my breath now getting quicker as my body was reliving the memory with me. "But then thirty minutes later, I was masturbating again, the whole time working up a fantasy in my head." I was getting lost in my monologue, like a confessional, but while I spoke Dad's cock hardened. It was magnificent watching his dick grow and expand. I mean, unless you've seen a giant cock like that in person, right in front of your face, grow hard, you can only imagine. The way it doesn't bone up instantly but fills out and slowly firms up, rising in stages as the bone starts to form. I was turning Dad on, or at least he was getting horny now, as he looked down on me. He listened to me say things no son should ever be thinking, much less saying to his father. "And then... I had a buddy, a fuckbuddy, he and I would roleplay. That's when I knew I really wanted it Dad, when I really thought about all the nasty shit I wanted to do with you. When I was able to say it aloud." It was complete. Dad had a full fuck hard now and was dripping, heavy pearls of pre-sap falling in a thread before snapping and falling right to the floor. He stepped up,and his penis was inches from my face. I could smell the scent, fuck, i could even smell his pre, it was just like his semen, but sweeter, more floral smelling. "Go on," was all he said. Two words. Simple. Commanding. "And then there was Paul's wedding. I was on edge that whole weekend, Dad. Knowing you were getting off with another guy blew my mind. I didn't want to be jealous but I couldn't help it. That's how I knew I really wanted you. For real." "Aw, Slugger," Dad moaned and all of a sudden he was placing his wet cockhead at my mouth. I wetted my tongue with saliva just in time to have him push his dick inside me, filling my oral cavity up fast. His hand gripped the back of my head, holding me steady as he fucked more cock in, opening up my throat and holding steady a second before pulling back. Dad's big, long and fat, and it taxed me to take all of his cock cold like that. But I did, straining my mouth open and now my jaw as Dad was pushing back in, thrusting, claiming his territory inside his son's throat. My cock was furiously hard as Dad started fucking my face. But my arousal was about to get kicked up another notch as Dad started talking. "Lord knows I tried to be a good father, Jimbo, do right by you boys. Especially after your mother passed away. I raised four outstanding men, and I couldn't be prouder. Of all of you. Maybe deep down I knew, Jimbo. Knew you craved your Daddy. And when I knew for sure, I couldn't resist you, son." He was face fucking me hard now, and I felt so alive at that moment, connected with my father in the most taboo, intimate way possible. He eased up all of a sudden on the heavy thrusts and gently, lovingly pressed more of his very large dick into my throat, working its way into my gullet so that I was truly deep throating him now, holding off my breath the best I could. He pulled back and muttered a soft order, "Breathe, son." I took in a succession of quick breaths, then nodded, ready. He entered me again, further this time. God, my throat felt stretched, but I wanted it. Wanted all of my father's large endowment in me. I felt a sense of victory as I felt the first touch of his hairy testicles against my chin. "You did it, Slugger, you took all of your daddy." His words had my hard thwapping against my abs as I ran my hands up and down his furry muscular thighs appreciatively. I wondered how many Navy men had been on their knees swallowing Commander McGrath, doing their best to do my dad's cock justice. I pulled back and took another breath before diving back on. "Aw yeah, Jimbo," Dad encouraged his hands now running through my hair. "You know," he started, pausing before continuing. "I remember the day, too. The first time I wanted you." His voice was soft and low, a quiet mantra that made me hold still so I could hear every bit of his confessional. "You'd just come home from baseball practice, still in your uniform and cleats. I was working out in the basement and you were standing there, God I realized at that moment how much of a young man you'd become. Muscular, good lucking young fuck." Dad hissed in a whiff of air and held off his ejaculation. Pinching the base of his large erection, he pulled out slowly to allow me another deep breath. It dripped with a coating of my mucus-y spit. Then, slowly, so he wouldn't trip his wires, he slid back in. My throat now adjusted and accommodated his girth easily. "And when you started taking off your uniform to put in in the wash, it took all my willpower, Jimbo, not to bend you over that washing machine and take you right there, with your uniform around your ankles and your cleats on. My own goddamned son." His words turned into a growl, and the hard dad cock started pulsing, sperming inside my esophagaus, filling my craw with this now familiar alkiline-salty brine. "Fuck, we're in deep, aren't we Jim?" Dad asked rhetorically as his cock softened in my mouth and I nuzzled the last of his dripping semen from his dick slit. The look on his face when I pulled off was one of pure happiness. He ruffled my hair and looked down and saw my boner bobbing in neglect. "Jeez, you got a fat one, Jim," he said, pulling me up and guiding me to the bed. "Why don't I return the favor?" I sat on the bed's edge, horny beyond belief. "Dad," I said, "any chance we could do it like the other day? You know, the docking?" Dad got a sly grin. "My boy liked that, huh?" "Yes, sir." He stepped up and waved his softening but half hard staff obscenely for me as it settled above mine. Finally he grabbed his peter and peeled up the foreskin. "Go ahead, Slugger, stick that fat dick head in there." It took some work and damn it felt snug, but I did it, got my cockhead inside Dad's hood. "Nice," he said. "Now hold still, son." And with that he took his dick skin and started jack my cock with it. It was an unbelievable sensation, made all the better by the fact I was already primed up from blowing him. And it got even snugger as Dad grew hard again, his foreskin tightening around me, around us. "Tell me, Slugger," he said, really tugging at my dick now. "Would you have wanted it?" "Wanted what?" I was half in a daze and so close to coming. He frigged harder and I swear at that moment I'd never seen him look more handsome, his deep tan and his silvery brown chest hair on display for me. "Wanted me to take you in your baseball uniform," he growled, "Just bend you over and fuck you that afternoon?" I lost it. Rockets of my hot cum fired right into Dad's dick skin. It was a cum for the ages, as my nuts pumped and pumped, till I thought I was going to pass out. The white fluid pulsed into his extended dick hood and flowed between us, over our cocks and soaking our crotches. At least my orgasm receded and I caught my breath. "I take that as a yes." Dad's mouth met mine, hungrily, tongue probing in past my open lips. Dad was worked up again and ready for another round, I could tell. Then Dad pulled back, my sperm dripping from the end of his excited dick, his skin swollen into a bulbous tip. "Legs up, Slugger," he ordered, and I got a shiver of excitement as I lifted my thighs and pulled them Dad knelt down. "Goddamn, beautiful young man," he said before leaning forward and putting his mouth against my trench. Long, nasty swipes with his tongue kept my boner charged, its fat weight now pressed rigid against my flat abs as Dad pushed my hips up and back further and started diving in, drilling me with his tongue. I don't know who taught my father to rim, maybe it came naturally to him. So much of my Dad's mastery felt natural, effortless. I was the lucky recipient at that moment. It was like I hadn't just come, Dad eating me out excited me. "God damn, my Slugger likes this," he growled before licking even deeper, the tip of his tongue fluttering along the rim of my hole, driving me wild. I ran my hands through his hair, and wondered how far this would go, how far Dad would push it. I was getting dizzy just thinking about it when he leaned up and scooted forward. My body shivered as his long hard dad cock touched my pucker. Then I felt it, the dripping wetness of my own recent load against my ring. "Oh Jesus," I exclaimed and Dad was pushing in. My hole felt super wet now that his skin was being pulled back, depositing my own splooge inside me. Dad got a serious look on his face, sexual and intent. He pushed in, with determination. "Unnh!" I cried. Dad's real big and I was starting to feel it. "Too much, Jimbo?" "A little. Give me a minute," I pleaded. Dad leaned down, a smile forming and kissed me. It was perfect and I felt my insides relax and pretty soon Dad was thrusting into my softly. "There are times I wish I was a smaller man," he said. "I'd love to pound the hell out of this hole. So fucking snug." I was still getting used to Dad's newfound domineering streak, and I was still a little scared. "Don't think I can handle that, Dad." He ran his hand along my face and gave another soft thrust inward. "Don't worry, Slugger, I'm not gonna hurt ya. And it feels awesome. Being inside you like this." "It's where you belong, Dad." "Damn, Slugger, it's pretty intense, what we got, huh? You and me?" He pushed inside me again, with a loving force. "Yes sir," I nodded, now wiggling my hips to let him know he could go a little faster. "I don't think I can last much longer, son." "Go for it, Dad. Fuck me. Cum in me." Dad let out a sigh and started fucking. Really fucking. Not too hard but more to get his nut. "God, Jim, you're getting your old man's load and good," he announced and I saw his O face forming. The most beautiful sight in the world. Me pleasing my father in such a powerful close connection. He caught his breath, then I maneuvered our position so I was sitting on his lap. "Can you keep hard?" I asked. Dad nodded, his voice not back yet after his orgasm. I maneuvered us around so I was straddling his waist. Wasting no time, I started bouncing up and down on his stiff rod, feeling the seed depositing churning in my ass. Dad smiled and met me in a kiss. It was like he could tell I was in a headspace, ready to get off, and he was enjoying me work myself to a cum. With a quick motion, I grabbed my cock and started jerking. It all came together, real life and fantasy, and I came hard, for the second time that morning. **** "Our last night in Mexico, Slugger," Dad said, sipping on a beer. His bare chest poked out from his unbuttoned short-sleeve plaid shirt. That burn-tan and those silver hairs showing through. Looking me in the eye, he said, "Any more trouble you want to get into while we're here?" We were sitting outside at a bar, watching the pre-dinner crowd go by. I took a sip of my beer. "You're thinking of something?" I had a sense he was. He took a draw from his bottle and said a low, soft voice, "A threesome." I gave him a questioning look. I wasn't expecting that. I mean, we were just figuring out this wild sexual connection between us. "I gotta see if I still have it, Slugger," he added, almost apologetic. "Just for tonight." "Damn, Dad, you have it all right." I felt a lump form in my throat. "You're young, son. You don't have anything to prove like your old man." He said that with a twinkle in his eye, but I could tell he was serious. It was a side of Dad I hadn't seen, a vulnerability. He could see me weigh it over in my mind and put on his persuasive power. "Come on, Slugger, you'll love it. We'll both love it, trust me." "All right, you horny man," I joked. "If the opportunity presents itself." Dad tried to keep his smile in check, then remembered something. "Of course we'll have to be just Robert and Jim." "Yeah," I said, feeling a rush at how weird it was that I was fucking around with my dad. We sat there, nursing our beers, making small talk but I could tell it was still on his mind, the threeway. "You ever done one?" Dad finally asked. "Yep," a little proud of my experience. "You?" "Never. That's why I thought... that's why it's been on my mind." "They're pretty awesome," I said, enjoying the fact I'd done something my older, more experienced father never had. "Maybe my son will have to show me how it's done," Dad smirked. *** It turns out the opportunity did present itself. We were at a crowded nightclub, circling the edge of the dance floor. I had decided to go shirtless and would have felt proud of my tight upper bod and vascular arms had my attention not been on Dad. We'd had a couple of margaritas when he leaned over to me in the club. "What do you think of that guy out in the middle of the dance floor?" The first thing I thought was that he looked a lot like me. Not a dead ringer, but same height, same dirty blond hair, same shirtless college jock look. He was more of a beefy football player build but had definitely conditioned his body to keep his body fat low and his stomach flat. "He's pretty hot, Dad," was all I said. He looked at me. Probing eyes boring into mine, seeking the truth. "You're jealous," he said matter-of-factly. "Yeah," I nodded, ashamed, "a little." I looked back out at the dance floor. The Football Dude was hot all right. Bigger than me, and I wondered if Dad like them bigger. I felt his hand on the back on my neck, squeezing the muscles between my shoulders. Apologetic, reassuring. "We don't have to, you know." "But you want to," I continued, looking back at him. Fuck, this man stirred up my emotions something awful. "It'll be fun. That dude's straight as they come, though," I finally said. "Yeah, you're probably right." That's when I saw him. The 6'2" lacrosse player build filling out a Sig Ep T-shirt. The guy I'd fucked the other night, Charlie's frat brother/roommate. I nudged Dad's arm and directed his attention. He gave out a low whistle. "That your type, Slugger?" He asked putting his arm on my shoulder. "Dad," I said into his ear. "I fucked that guy the other night. He's really fucking hot." Dad's eyebrows raised approvingly as his attention stayed directed at the lacrosse hunk, who was now coming our way. I thought the dude would probably avoid eye contact the minute he recognized me. Instead he gave me a quick, questioning look. Asking silently if it was all right to say something. I nodded and greeted, "Hey bro, how's it going?" The guy smiled a million-dollar smile and walked closer to us. "Hey man," he said, clasping my hand firmly. "Hey," he said, offering his hand to Dad, "I'm Greg." "This is Robert," I introduced. "My partner. We're down here for the week." I could see that this guy was embarrassed but as he shook Dad's hand I could see him mentally processing Dad's looks, from my father's muscled body to his hairy chest. I got the sense he liked what he saw. "Find any chicks tonight?" I asked. "Nah dude, they're not buying what I'm selling. I think they're all partied out from the week." "Hot guy like you should be able to score," Dad said, putting his hand on Greg's shoulder. I'm not sure anyone else could have gotten away with such a familiar gesture, but with Dad it felt almost as if it wasn't flirty. "If you don't mind taking a break from your hunt, let me get you a drink. What you having? Greg shook his mostly empty cup and gave a smile. "Vodka and Red Bull," he said. "Thanks, man." "Jeez," Greg said as he watched Dad walk away, "THAT's your boyfriend?" "Yeah," I said, curious how this would play out. "We have an open arrangement." "He's kind of older... not that there's anything wrong with that, I guess. I just didn't expect...." I shrugged my shoulders. "The man has experience. I like that," I said. It felt super weird to be talking about Dad like he was my boyfriend, but it gave me a thrill, too. Greg shook his head and laughed, like I was crazy or he was crazy for having this conversation. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "But I'm really not gay." "Never said you were," I said. I had NO idea where this was going, but something was keeping this lacrosse stud here, talking to me and waiting for Dad to return with a drink. The guy looked at me cautiously, as if he was trying to read me. "But it's like having a new toy. Something new to try." "You having fun?" I asked. Greg nodded and smiled. "A little too much. The other night... when you did me... I can't stop thinking about it." "Well, that's what it's about. Getting your rocks off. Nothing more, nothing less." I'm not sure if I believed what I was saying. For me, it was caught up with my emotional needs and seemed to be more and more over the last year or so. Still, I remember the liberation I felt when I was first getting off with another dude. My words seemed to relax the guy. I got the sense he wanted to say something more, to ask me something, but at that moment Dad returned with our drinks. "Here's to having fun," I toasted, winking at Greg. He laughed and hit our cups. "Here's to getting laid." "To getting laid," Dad chimed in, and we all laughed. The conversation was actually some small talk, but the subtext was scorching hot. The whole time, I could see Greg start to examine my dad, to look at his body, carefully at first, but eventually more openly. Dad was in his touchy-feely mode, a gently bump of his elbow or a small pat on Greg's shoulder at first, but when he laid his arm across Greg's meaty shoulder in an overly friendly way, I felt the sexual tension forming. We all felt it. I was boning up and I could tell Greg was too, and it gave me a thrill to see his muscular frat body relax in Dad's embrace. Then I watched as Dad leaned over and whispered something right in Greg's ear. I had no idea what he said and that just made it hotter to watch. To see Greg's curious expression grow into a big smile. And to see him look over at me, with a goofy grin, a look of conspiracy, between him and Dad but between me and him, too. And Dad kept talking to him, and I saw that smile turn into a look of pure sexual excitement. Greg shifted his legs and adjusted his crotch, to accommodate his hardon. Dad knew what he was doing and from time to time would pull back and stare over at me, his expression a combination of pride and thrill at turning this fraternity jock on. It was a foregone conclusion when Greg tilted back his drink, sucking down the last bit in one gulp. "Come on, let's go. I'm so frickin' horny guys." Dad and I smiled and I set my margarita down and led the way out. *** We three stood there a little silent and expectant as Dad peeled his shirt off, revealing his large chest and hairy torso. Greg couldn't keep his eyes off my father and looked over me, hesitantly. "Go ahead," I urged. Grinning, the SigEp guy stood up to Dad and touched his bare torso. The two leaned their heads and met in a kiss. It was very hot to watch, not in the least because Greg and I hadn't kissed the other night. Finally, the frat guy pulled back and muttered, "Nice, dude," before turning my way and leaning forward, a big grin on his face. Our mouths met and it was like electricity. Both because this guy turned me on and because it was a real thrill kissing another guy in front of Dad. Particularly when I felt Dad's hand on my back, massaging me, encouraging me, his other hand on Greg's back. "My boys," he growled and pulled my head away from the kiss and plastered his own mouth on mine. Everything taboo about doing it with Dad was amplified now. Before it had been private, secret. Now we were kissing, father and son, in front of another person. It made it even more real. Dad pulled back and looked at Greg, whose hands were now exploring Dad's hairy strong chest. "You like my body?" Dad asked. I could tell for as much a stud he was, he also craved the attention and the affirmation of a younger man. "Yeah, man, you're hot," Greg muttered, meeting Dad for another sloppy kiss. When they broke, Greg explored more of body. He seemed to have something on his mind. "Are you a cop?" he finally asked. "I don't know... you have this vibe of authority." Greg might be straight or bi, maybe. But I was guessing there was something primal within him itching to get out. Something craving to love another man. My hand ran along his backside, up underneath his T-shirt to feel the warm, sunburned skin and the hard muscle. I'd been getting more and more into older guys, the way their bodies feel, that certain give to their bulk, but I had to admit it was really hot feeling another fit guy my age. Touching him. Dad's fingers met mine. His hand was traveling up and down Greg's back now, in tandem with mine. "A Navy officer," he said. "Commander, actually." I saw Greg take in a deep breath of air through his nostrils, almost involuntarily. The idea turned him on, all right. "Fuck. The real deal?" Dad nodded. "The real deal, buddy. All 6'2" of me." This time Greg initiated the kiss, trading tongues with Dad. He was grinding his crotch against Dad's leg while Dad and I rubbed his back in a sensual manner. Finally, Dad gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled up. I took the other end. Greg complied and lifted his arms, showing off his bare fur-dusted lacrosse conditioned chest, abs, and arms. I had a little more bulk than him, but his body was flawless. Now the frat guy turned to me, and started running his hands along my bare front. "You in the Navy too?" I got the sense he wanted me to be, but I told the truth, or a version of it. "Nah. But Commander here's been hinting I should join." I looked over at Dad and winked, letting him in on the scene I was building. "Says I should be a Navy man, too." Dad's other hand ran up my bare back and caressed the back of my neck teasingly, which sent goosebumps along my body. "I like ordering my men around. Nothing like having a freshly minted Ensign give you head." His other hand traveled to the back of Greg's neck and soon he was nudging us both forward, toward a kiss. "You boys want to be my Ensigns tonight? Have a little Don't Ask Don't Tell time with your commanding officer?" Greg and I both grunted as we kissed and I felt Dad's fingers fumble with Greg's shorts, then pull them down. Either the guy was going commando or Dad shucked his underwear, too, because I felt a rockhard spike poke into my belly, wetting it with his dripping tip. "Yessirree," Dad whistled. "I get a couple of green ones straight from Annapolis. Eager but a little useless. I gotta whip you men into shape." I'd done roleplay, but nothing like this. Maybe because I didn't think it could get any hotter than sex with my own dad, but seeing the man I knew so well become a character in a little fantasy we were building on the fly blew my mind and gave me throbbing wood. I couldn't wait for Dad's hands to finish with my zipper, I took over and shucked my shorts, too, exposing my hardon to Greg and my Dad. "Fuck, Jim!" Greg exclaimed. "You're huge!" I flicked my prick lewdly his direction, tapping his tight abs with my cock. "You oughta know buddy. Had this big puppy buried all the way in ya the other night." Greg blushed, maybe at the memory of getting fucked, or maybe just because I brought it out in the open in front of Dad. "Well," he said quietly, "it was dark out then." I nodded over at Dad. "The Commander's packing even bigger artillery." Greg's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're shitting me." "Nope. Tell him, sir," I said to Dad. "Ensign McGrath is telling the truth. I got a couple inches on him." "Fuck!" the lacrosse guy muttered. "Is that how you address your commanding officer?" Dad snapped, in a military regulation bark that my body shiver. I could read the expression on Greg's face, like he was realizing he was over his head. But maybe liking it that way. After the initial shock, his mouth curled into a sly smile, then got a stone-faced military gaze. "Sir, no sir!" Dad grinned and circled around the frat guy, nude and erect in front of us. "I didn't catch your name Ensign." "Ensign Morris. Reporting for duty sir!" You can't tell me this guy hadn't had a military fantasy or three before. "Yeah, you'll do," Dad hissed. "I swear the Academy makes em hotter and hotter each year. Cranking out fuck toys for the Commander's pleasure. Isn't that right, McGrath?" "Yes, Commander, sir," I replied, this scenario hornier than I thought possible. "Request permission to suck Commander's dick, sir." That took Dad a little by surprise, but he didn't miss a beat. He stood, arms on his hip, legs spread, giant cock prodding out. "Permission granted, Ensign." I scrambled into cocksucking position and wasted no time taking Dad into my mouth, giving him the best head I knew how without rushing it. I wanted this fuck session to go on for a while and knew Dad would, too. Dad watched me blow him grinning approvingly, then he looked up at a wide-eyed and fully erect Greg. "See how your buddy knows the protocol? Looks like his daddy taught him some manners." God, that did it. I couldn't help it, my cock started ejaculating as I moaned helplessly on the thick cock buried in my mouth. "Jesus!" Greg exclaimed as he watched the degraded sight of me orgasming hands free. Dad had the biggest shit-eating grin when I pulled off, catching my breath and my bearings a little. He stood, hands on his hips, legs spread, and giant cock hard and pointing up. He looked slyly over in Greg's direction. "Looks like Ensign McGrath couldn't get the job done. What about you Ensign Morris? Ready to take over cocksucking duty?" The lacrosse hunk gulped nervous but squatted down next to me. "Yes, sir. Ensign Morris reporting for duty, sir." He gripped Dad's huge hard rod and gave it a few exploratory licks. "Ready to service the Commander's donkey dick of a cock, sir." I had my hands running along Dad's bulging hairy thigh and could feel the twitch of excitement going through his hard body at Greg's fuck talk and subsequent motion to stuff that phallus into his mouth. I decided to add fuel to the fire. "Take care of the Commander's artillery Morris. The man's been like a father to me." I stood up, inches apart from my father's face. I could see the conflicted emotions. Frustrated that I'd even mentioned the father-son dynamic, even in jest, and turned on by it. "Isn't that right, Commander, sir? You stepped up to be my military daddy." Dad was feeling his blowjob all right, even if Greg could only fit a few inches into his mouth. He put his hand on my shoulder possessively and growled, "Pretty much had to, McGrath. Never met an Ensign with deeper daddy issues. Other than maybe Ensign Morris here. That right, Morris?" I stood nervously and looked down, not sure how this guy would take the role play we were fumbling our way for. He grunted as he came off the huge cock and breathed in. He looked up at me, then Dad, then me again. "Fuck, are you guys really...? Oh FUCK!" and he pounced back on Dad's cock and furiously started sucking. It was a charged situation, the first time Dad and I outed ourselves. I worried it would break the spell and freak Dad out. Instead, my father gripped my head roughly and pulled me into a strong kiss. We made out, Greg blew Dad, and I felt my father's orgasm approaching as he moaned into my mouth. With a gentle shove, he pushed me back suddenly and stepped back, out of Greg's fellating mouth. "Damnit, I don't wanna cum yet." He breathed heavily, almost hyperventilating. "Morris, on the bed, ass up, I wanna fuck that ass. You, too, son." "Yes, sir," Greg hissed and practically leapt on the mattress. Any hesitation he had before long gone. Our faces were close to one another, eyes on each other, as Dad crawled on top of his form and mounted him. Not too fast, but with a dick Dad's size, you feel even the slowest penetration. Greg grabbed the sheets tightly in his fists, blowing out in fast shallow breaths as he struggled to accommodate Dad's girth. "Cmon," I urged. "You took me the other night. You can take Dad." Greg smiled in a laugh as if to say he couldn't believe he was having a threeway with father and son. Then, he raised his eyebrows. "Does he do you too?" I nodded. "Yep." The guy's eyes seemed to roll back into his head. "Aw that's hot." I could see Dad's body shift forward as he sank further in, more easily now. "Good boy," he cooed into Greg's ear. "Daddy's almost all the way in ya now. That's my boy, earning his daddy's cock." I thought it would weird me out or make me jealous seeing my father play "Dad" to a perfect stranger, but it fired up my desire like mad and made me rock hard and leaking. Greg's eyes snapped open, not in pain but in surprise that he was taking the monster cock. "Wow!" he hissed. "So fucking big. God your Dad's so fucking hot." And with that he kissed me, heavy on the mouth, full of tongue. I didn't have to look up to tell the effect of Greg's words on Dad. Already he was pounding good and hard, turned on as hell. Still, his next words surprised me, shocked me even. "That's it, Jim. Aw goddamnit, kiss your brother. It's making him clench his ass on me." If he'd been fucking me at that moment or if I'd been touching my cock, I would have cum in the biggest ejaculation. As it was I whimpered in Greg's mouth as we made out. And HE started coming. Loud muffled grunts as the lacrosse player guy gave it up. I knew the sheets would be soaked from that load. Dad didn't announce his orgasm in words but he leaned far forward and just started going for it. Fucking, hard, fast, and almost impatient. Until he no longer was thrusting as hard and soon he slowed to a stop, mission accomplished twelve inches inside Greg's ass. I had to come real fucking bad at that point. I kind of shoved Dad out of the way and took my place on top of Greg's upturned ass. It was a little loose and a whole lot of wet from Dad's semen, but it felt perfect along my dick as I gave six or seven jackrabbit thrusts and unloaded into him. *** My Spring Break paradise ended in a major hangover. From the tequila, but also the emotional weight of the week catching up with me and Dad and coming to a climax in the threesome we had with the fraternity stud. Greg had left our room in the wee hours of the morning, but not before writing his email on a piece of paper and slipping it beneath my wallet. Dad and I slept in, and our alarm woke us up at ten so we could get ready for our flight back. It was a quiet morning between us. Dad was hungover and tired, too, and the tension filled the air. I could tell it was on his mind, too, and we were mostly silent as we had our coffee and showered. He barely made eye contact with me, and I felt suddenly that I was glad it was our last day in Mexico. Time to get back to reality. Later that morning, Dad was dressed in a plaid button down and jeans, and it was like I was seeing the return of my distinguished naval officer father. I was wearing shorts and my well-worn UVA baseball T-shirt. "All packed, Slugger?" he asked, his voice now weary and a little haggard. He knew I was packed, as he was, but I guess he was breaking the ice. "Yeah, Dad," I answered matter of factly. I stared out to the ocean, not daring to look at Dad directly as I said what was on my mind. "I guess it's time to go back to being father and son." He nodded in affirmation, but paused before replying. "What does that mean for you?" "You remember what you made me promise when we started? That any time one of us said no, we'd have to respect that, no questions asked?" "You want to stop?" His voice was heavy, nervous. "Maybe not really. But I should. We should. God, Dad, I love you. You know that, right?" I finally looked over at him. His handsome face that communicated the pain and longing we both were feeling. He sighed. "I love you, too. Love the hell out of you, Slugger, but I sense you're looking for a boyfriend. I can't be that for you, Jim." I nodded. "I know. And I don't want to fuck up our relationship. I never have." "So..." he breathed, "back to father and son, you know the traditionally variety." He winked at me. God that wink about killed me emotionally, but it also made me laugh. Dad laughed, too. "At least for now." I knew I should say no, never. I knew we had played with dynamite but letting loose this week. But a part of me had to leave the door cracked, for the future. "Works for me, Slugger." I could tell Dad had similar concerns as me and was relieved I'd suggested this first. Maybe that's why he'd pushed me to go out on my own one night, and why he'd suggested the threesome. To keep us from the gravitational pull of a sexual relationship. "But I am gonna miss the sex," he added. "This week was special, Slugger. it made me feel alive again. I realize I've been putting off living while you boys were growing up." I took in what he was saying. "You gonna keep dating, Dad?" "I'm ready to have someone steady, Slugger." He wrinkled his eyes as he started out into the ocean. "You OK with that?" "I'll be a little jealous," I said honestly. "But I also want that for you. Seriously. I'm curious... you thinking men or women?" "Not sure, son," he smirked. "We'll see how it plays out." Then, he added. "This week has reminded me how much I love it with men. The power, the intensity. With women it's great in a different way, but what we did this week make me feel like a real goddamn stud, you know. Like a real man." I felt goosebumps form all along my chest and arms. "You are a stud, Dad. I loved being there for you. Between your legs, sucking your big dick, servicing you." I felt a little embarrassed say this, and added quickly. "I'm normally not submissive, but with you, well, it brought it out in me." I could see my words were having an effect on Dad. He shifted in his seat and adjusted his crotch. "We going cold turkey with this no-sex thing?" he asked. I couldn't tell if it was a joke or a plea. "After this trip," I said, smirking. He spread his legs. I could see that giant cock pushing up in his crotch. He wasn't going to ask me, but he was offering himself to me, if I wanted. I did. I got out of my chair and crouched down between his legs. I nuzzled my face against his jeans feeling his hands on my head and neck. "Aw Slugger," he moaned. "Thank you for this week." "It's been great, Dad." I replied, emotion deep in my voice, as I pulled down his zipper. I didn't have to reach in far to feel it. Fat, heavy cock, hot to my touch. My dad's cock. "Incredible," I added. I grabbed his amazing phallus, happy to touch it once more and surveying what it would be like to have a more subservient role to play with. I plopped the head in my mouth, marveling at the feeling of it slowly firming up. I plopped it back out. "Let's make this one last, Dad," I said before taking the man into my mouth once more. *** It was definitely a weird, fucked-up ending to a whirlwind week, but I felt a certain catharsis. I think we both knew the connection we were having in that beach town for spring break wouldn't last. Dad recognized it first, I think he recognized it from our third day. I merely confirmed it. We'd have to cool it some, but things weren't going to go back to where they were after Paul's wedding. We'd shared too much for that to happen. If I had to man up and cool it with my father, it was a challenge I was up to. To be the man mature enough to handle the heady stuff we were into. Yet, in a full circle, as we were taking off for our flight to Charlotte, the lights dimmed a little, and I pulled down the shade, hoping to block out the sunlight to allow for a little nap on the way back. Just then, I felt Dad's strong hand reach over and cup my crotch, work up my cock through the thin shorts, working me up into an erection. Wordless, surreptitious, he massaged my cock and eventually started using the fabric to jack me off. He acted as if nothing was going on, just staring forward, until I felt myself nearing orgasm. Breathing heavy, feeling waves of pleasure rising up deep within me. My hand gripping, squeezing his thighs as he worked my bone. Then he turned to me, gave a lewd smile and winked. I held on tight and ejaculated into my crotch. "Nice one, Jimbo," he whispered throatily into my ear before withdrawing his hand and picking up his magazine. He turned his attention to reading and I cleaned up the best I could without calling attention to myself. Then I drifted off into a well-deserved nap.