Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2018 20:24:18 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition ch. 24 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. 24 Charlottesville Fall semester, junior year I remember that one October Thursday particularly well for a number of reasons. It was the first hint of cool weather, and it was the first time Greg and I had a conversation about our relationship. Maybe it all started because I was nervous for an appointment I had that day with Coach Kelly to discuss my future. It had been weighing on me a lot. During the fall mini-season, I was playing some good ball. I was finally putting my knee injury behind me, and both defense and offense were clicking for me. I probably wasn't all that fun to be around, since I was spending all my time and emotional energy on baseball and what little left I had to do what I could to keep my grades up. I didn't have class Thursdays, and because of his shifts that day was in essence Greg's Saturday. So like normal, we met for dinner Wednesday night and went back to his place. Watched a movie and had a hot bout of sex before bed. I'd gotten up early that morning while Greg slept in. I didn't love running but it was part of my conditioning, and once I got out in the brisk morning air I had a great run. It felt therapeutic, almost, letting my stress about baseball dissolve a little. When I got back to Greg's, I was feeling an endorphin rush. Greg was up and drinking coffee and watching the news. He had on some sweatpants but his torso was nude and looking particularly fine. I loved the contrast with mine. Being shorter, his muscles bulged more but he was in many ways leaner and trimmer. And he had a fine dusting of light hair all over his front, particularly on his chest. "I hate you," he joked as I stepped up to the sink and got some water, "Even exercising you look incredible." I laughed and chugged down my water. "What, you like me sweaty?" He adjusted his crotch. "Yeah, I do, actually." I normally preferred to shower right after a run, but I got a kick from how much Greg seemed into me just then. I shimmied down my shorts and let my dong plop out. "Here I am big guy," I said gesturing to my now nude body. Greg grinned and stepped up to me. We met in a playful kiss that became a more serious one. Then Greg got onto his knees and started licking my crotch, sending my dick into a full-on erection. "mmmm," he moaned as he stuffed his mouth with my meat. I pushed in gently with my hips, letting his throat stretch to accommodate me. Greg's mouth was nice and wet and his gullet snug as he sank further down onto my bone. "Oh fuck," I growled and pulled back some so I could push in again. He worked me like this, bobbing up and down with slow deliberation, each time building my pleasure. I looked forward to getting off inside his hot mouth but also savored the build up. However, this morning Greg pulled off. My prick quivered, so close to coming. Greg's finger teased up and down the length, as he gave a quick swipe to me bloated dickhead to lick off the precum. "I want this in me, Jim," he said in his throaty morning voice. I stood eagerly as Greg got up and peeled down his sweats. The light fur on his asscheeks was wetted down in the middle of his crack, and I knew he'd lubed up. I let him position himself against my bone but also impatiently nudged my way inside him. He was hot and snug inside, and I wrapped my arms around his fit body and kissed the back of his neck as I entered inside. The resistance was perfect, just enough to be tight but welcoming me inside nonetheless. Greg leaned forward a little, bracing with one arm while his other hand reached down to the connection point of my dick and his now stretched hole. "Jesus, Jim, you got a fat cock," he growled, gathering up some excess lubricant to start jerking his own rod while I pumped him. And pump him I did. I knew he was riled up and wouldn't take long. So I didn't rush our fuck but I didn't hold back either. We were in tandem this morning, my thrusts matching his growing sexual pleasure. I fed off his grunts and increasing excitement, and when he finally was getting closer to cumming, I went for it. I pile drove his EMT ass and just fired off inside him. "GOD!!!" he cried as he gave it up, too, spraying the wall and the kitchen floor and heaving with heavy breaths. I held on for a little while, rubbing his torso affectionately and enjoying the sensual feel of Greg's body against mine, but we finally uncoupled. "I think we both earned that shower," Greg said. We mated again under the warm spray. We kissed a little and finally it was time to towel off. "What do you want to do today?" Greg asked. "I gotta head to campus, actually," I said. "I have a meeting with coach." I could tell he was upset but not saying anything. "It's important Greg, sorry..." "Well," he said, trying to choose his words carefully. "It's not the meeting. It just feels like sometimes you're only interested in getting your rocks off and leaving." I felt a little defensive. "What the hell? You like the sex too." He blushed a little. "Yeah, I do. I'm not trying to get on your case, Jim. I just wonder what we're doing." "What do you mean?" I picked up my briefs and stepped into them. "We're dating." He was getting dressed, too. "Sometimes I feel like more of a fuckbuddy. Like you've substituted me for Charlie." "You're more than than that, Greg," I said a little hurt. "Maybe. But we've been going out three months now and it feels like we're in this comfortable groove going nowhere." "You want to break up?" I asked, trying to feel him out. He shook his head no. "You're the hottest guy I'll ever meet Jim. I just want us to think about what we want, check in with each other." I wasn't sure I understood. Maybe he was kicking the can down the road. "You know you're my first boyfriend, I got to figure this out as I go. How about I make you a nice dinner next Wednesday?" I wasn't much of a cook but I had one nice meal in my repertoire. Greg smiled. "I'd like that." **** The meeting with Coach K went well. Beyond well. "You've been playing great ball this season," he started as I sat on the cold metal chair in front of his desk. "I know you know it, too." "Yes, sir," I replied, not boastful, but matter of fact. "I want to do better, though." Kelly gave me a gruff smile. "Of course you do, you're a competitor. And I got a feeling you're going to. I see a lot of young men come through this program, some good players, some great players, and I usually have a feeling about which ones are gonna go pro." He then added, "If you want it, that is." We proceeded to talk about where my game was and what I needed to work on. We talked about the sacrifices I'd need to make, too, slogging my way through the minors for a shot. Things I'd thought of before, but it was great to have a chance to talk to Coach more about what my future might be. "One more thing, McGrath," Coach said before I left. "The AD asked for some nominations for this student athlete award. I gave him your name." "I think you have to be a smart dude to get that, Coach," I joked. "Well, if you're not smart, you must be batting those pretty eyelashes at your professors, McGrath," he bellowed. "You got the highest GPA on the team. Anyway, you may be hearing from them for a banquet and a photo shoot." "It'd be an honor coach," I said in sincerity. I'd never considered myself a star student. And sure, the pool for a division I athletic team wasn't the most accomplished. But it was flattering to think that my hard work had paid off. I knew Dad would be proud. "Anything else?" "You might want to swing by and talk to Coach Powers about reassessing your strength training." I nodded and thanked him and made my way to Powers' office. I did my best to be level-headed and humble talking to my coaches but the minute I got back to my place, I was feeling pumped up from the idea that I'd make it to the minors and maybe the majors, too. That night, I called my uncle to talk to him. "I've always told you you have the right stuff for baseball," he said. "I wanna come down and see you play this spring." "I'd like that, sir," I said. We talked about my game and areas I wanted to work on. Uncle Mike said he had a buddy who ran a top-notch baseball clinic for guys at my level. Some of the great hitters in the league went there. "I'll see if I can set something up. I'll cover the cost, Jim." "Uncle Mike you don't have to do that," I protested. It was way too generous a thing to do. "Of course I'm gonna. My favorite nephew's on the verge of making it big, and I'm gonna help him out." **** The funnier thing that me dating someone was seeing Holt find true love. He'd started working part time for a sports supplement store, a local company with a couple of locations. "I think the only reason they hired me was because I look the part," he had joked, maybe half-serious, when he first started the job at the end of summer. Holt was naturally a lazy dude, but he took to the new job, even if it was a basic retail-cum-sales position. "I feel like I know what I'm talking about there," he said as we had a heart-to-heart chat one crisp fall night. I wasn't letting myself drink on weeknights lately so letting loose on the weekends felt great, particularly when Holt and I got a bottle of bourbon and hung out on our porch. We chatted about our lives and our futures. He knew football wasn't in the cards after graduation and he'd been wondering what to do with his life. He majored in one of those easy jock majors, but had no real passion in the subject. "I can see doing sales. I think I'd be really good at it." I could suddenly see it was perfect. Holt had the perfect outgoing personality for a sales job. I told him as much. "Tell me if I'm out of line for asking, McGrath," he said, "But you think you have a shot of going pro?" "I guess so," I said. I told him about my batting progress, my conditioning, the advice from my uncle, the major league scouts who'd come sniffing around UVA last month. "I'm nervous about jinxing my chances, but I want it so bad, buddy." "I've never seen anyone work harder for it," he said, pouring me another tumbler of the whiskey. "I can't think of a dude who'd deserve it more." "Thanks, man," I clinked his glass and felt the strong burn of the sip. "Coming from you that means the world." "How's things with Greg?" Holt asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Good, buddy," I answered. "Just good?" I didn't know how much I should share. But this was Holt. My best buddy. I knew I could. "I dunno. I mean, the sex is great. Mind-blowingly great. So we definitely click. I always have a great time with him. And I like how he doesn't expect me to be public with anything." Greg wasn't out at work so he was patient with keeping a low profile in dating. It was perfect for me, really. "But..." "But I don't think I love him, Holt. I mean, should I? Does that come in time?" I felt out of my depths when it came to romance. "Do I even need that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "You gotta follow your gut McGrath." "Fuck!" I groaned. "I figured you'd say something like that." "You're a cute couple for what that's worth," he said. "You angling for another threeway?" I teased. He laughed and shook his head. "I'd be crazy to say no, but that's not what I'm looking for." His eyes communicating something. Holt had a secret and I had a feeling he was about to tell me. "What's up?" I prodded. "You know my boss, Rich?" Richard Underwood was an ex-Cavalier football star who was now in his late 30s and a successful businessman. I'd heard Holt talk about the store owner with clear admiration but hadn't put two and two together. "You mean...?" I asked excitedly. "Yep, I'm dating Rich." He took a sip of his whisky, his husky body relaxing as he leaned back in the patio chair. "I'm head over heels buddy." "Wow, that's awesome," I said. "How long you two been going out?" Holt blushed. "Um, since July." Before Holt got the job. "You dog," I said. "I was wondering why the parade of men stopped around here." Charlie chuckled. "Yeah. Rich and I haven't even talked about being exclusive, it's just.... I dunno. I don't even care about other dudes, it's just him. I never felt this way about another guy. It feels amazing but scary, too, you know?" "I do," I said. Thinking not of Greg but of Dad. The idea gave me a shiver in my body and I tried to suppress my reaction with a sip of bourbon. An idea occurred to me. "Funny, you ending up with an older guy." "Isn't it though?" Holt said. "And you with a guy close to your own age." *** "Jim? Andy Pressman, great to meet you." The associate athletic director shook my hand with a steady grip. It was hard not to be captivated by the man. Late 40s, ex-athlete himself, fine as fuck. He was about my height with brown hair and brown eyes and dimples that gave his smiling face a boyish quality to offset the middle-aged handsomeness. And he looked really fucking good in a trim navy suit with a striped tie. "Nice to meet you, sir," I answered, my heart pounding a little. I was wearing my Sunday blue blazer and khakis, starched button-down shirt with a tie. "You can call me Andy," he said with a wink. "Save the sir business for the AD." I laughed. "All right Andy." The banquet was kind of boring but I felt honored to be included. There were a bunch of big-donor alumni there and I felt like I was there to represent Cavaliers athletics in the best possible light. So I tried to be as polite and engaging as I could to those I met. The whole thing lasted about two hours, including a few professional photos for our newsletter and website. In one I posed next to Pressman and felt his hand grip my shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. Not lecherous exactly but the touch felt sensual and exciting. I'm sure I was imagining sparks between us, but damnit I was attracted to him. Before I left he slipped me his business card, "Feel free to check in from time to time, Jim," Andy said, in a very matter of fact business-like demeanor. "I like to hear from our athletes, you guys are ultimately who the Athletics Department is here for." Probably boilerplate stuff that was his job to say but it's good to hear nonetheless. "Thanks, sir," I said, slipping automatically into my deferential politeness. "I will." It was only when I went to put the card in my wallet that I saw on the back a phone number with the word "Personal" on it. Shit. *** I felt shaken from that encounter. Maybe Pressman wasn't coming on to me, but the idea he might be thrilled me. I jerked off thinking of doing it with him, of feeling his ex-athlete body, and of making out with an older man. It made me feel guilty as well, and I wondered what it meant for me and Greg. I was still attracted to the guy but had to admit the spark had faded. Finally after a couple of weeks, I got the courage to bring it up. "Greg," I started as we sat down to watch TV at my place. "I'm not sure I can commit to us. Not like I should." "Is this the talk?" he asked cynically. "Yeah, I think it is." I felt like crying, it was such an awful feeling to break up with someone I genuinely liked. "You're great, Greg, I just don't know if I can be the boyfriend you want." "Are you saying my expectations are what's driving this?" His voice was a little hurt and hostile. "No. Fuck." I was going with my gut but damnit it was hard. I looked Greg in the eyes but the frosty look I was getting back made me cower. "I've never done this before. I don't know what I should be feeling. But I think it should be more. I can't explain." "All right," he said in resignation. Then after a pause, he added. "I should go." I stood up and walked him to the door. I could tell he was crushed and that made me feel worse. "Maybe we can still hang out sometime, you know be friends?" I offered. "Maybe," Greg said softly. "We'll see." Then he gave me one last look before walking away. "Take care, Jim." *** I had gone from having my first boyfriend to my first breakup. I didn't wallow in pity about it, and after all I'd been the one to call things off. But I felt down for a couple of weeks. At least I could put my energy toward my workouts and I was seeing real gains. It was ordinary weeknight in November and I was studying. The phone rang around 9PM. I didn't recognize the number but answered anyway. "Hello?" "Is this Jim?" The voice was deep and booming. "Yes," I replied. "Bill Henson here. I don't know if you remember me." It was Jack Grant's married fuck buddy. Believe me, sex had been the last thing on my mind as I went through my engineering homework. But this voice and the idea I was talking to this man again made me chub up immediately. "Yessir, I remember you," I replied deferentially. "It's good to hear from you." "Ha ha," he chuckled lightly, his voice lightening up. "I've been thinking a lot about you. You doing well?" "Yessir, things going good here." Then I couldn't help myself. "I've thought about you, too, sir." I could tell he was satisfied to hear me say that. "Listen, I gotta come through Charlottesville tomorrow night. I don't know if you have plans..." "No, sir," I replied. "It would be great to see you." There was something so easy, so transactional about the way we were setting up a fuck date. "Good to hear, Jim. Why don't we say 8PM at the Courtyard Marriott? I'll text you the room number." "Great," I replied. "I'll see you then sir." Then he hung up. I was giddy with excitement all the next day, and I kept boning up during classes. Around 6 o'clock I got a simple text message: "403" it read. I put on my faded Virginia Baseball T shirt and some jeans and when it was time headed over to Rear Admiral Henson's hotel. I made my way to the fourth floor and with a nervous pause, knocked on his door. He opened the door and I entered. It took me until he shut the door to realize that he was wearing his uniform, cap and all, from the waist up but was nude from the waist down. His massive dick stuck up from between his shirt tails. "Wow," I exclaimed, stepping a little closer. "I remembered you seemed to get off on the uniform last time," he said, a playful grin on his face as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a powerful kiss, his thick tongue thrusting its way possessively into my open mouth. I was out of breath and majorly turned on when he broke it. His fingers massaged the back of my neck seductively and his eyes gazed into mine. "I thought we'd see about breaking you in a little more this time." "Yes, sir," I replied. He gave me a pat on the back that was somewhere between a gentle caress and a light slap. "Good boy." I took an inhale of breath, feeling turned on in an unexpected way. Particularly as his hands touched my body and stopped running up and down my muscular build. "I don't know where Jack found you," he said, giving me relief that he didn't know about my dad or my connection to Jack, "but they don't make them any hotter." "Thank you, sir." I replied. He tugged my T-shirt up and ran his fingers along my furry stomach up to my smoother chest. "I went through his phone contacts and found your number. So this will be out little secret, all right?" His eyes bored into mine as I nodded and he grinned. "Besides, this will give us a chance for a little training time without a chaperone. You want that, Jim?" "Fuck yeah, sir," I hissed. I wasn't sure how this scene was supposed to play out but I couldn't help myself from asking. "May I suck your cock, sir?" The Rear Admiral's grin grew bigger. "You're an eager pup, aren't ya? Go ahead, stud, help yourself." He spread his legs and placed his hands on his hips as I scrambled down to a kneeling position. His dick was big, bigger than I remembered it. I touched it, feeling the warmth and hardness and pulled it up to my mouth. The taste was salty but clean, and I licked up and down the shaft, pre-wetting it. This would be a challenge but I was turned on like hell and determined to take this man to the hilt. I plopped the cockhead in my mouth, and I wondered how old Rear Admiral Henson was. Early 50s, I'd guess, but definitely he'd kept his bulky body in good shape. Conditioned, strong, officer material. The uniform just accentuated the effect for me, and I found my throat opening up as several heavy inches of dick slid inside my mouth. He pushed further, into the tightness of my gullet and his hand caressed my hair. "That's it, pup, take that officer cock," Bill hissed. "Shit, you're good at this. Maybe I should sign you up for the Navy, boy, would you like that?" He pulled his prick out of my mouth, which made me think he wanted an answer. "Yes, sir," I breathed, staring at the beauty of the giant dick and looking up at his uniform-clad figure. "I bet. We could use a hot cocksucker like you in the Navy." His words were crazy hot, but so was his voice, deep and resonant. I could imagine popping wood all the time if he were my commanding officer. I didn't know what he expected of me, but I thought I'd play along. "I'd be at your service, sir. Hot cocksucking mouth to use." He looked down at me with a deliberate pause. My heart beat as our eyes locked. "Mine to use, huh? You sure, pup?" I was nervous as hell where this might go but I wanted to go there. I nodded. "Yes, sir, I'm sure." Henson stepped back, his heavy ball sac swinging an inch below his hard staff. "Get up on the bed. On your back." I complied and started lying down in a normal fashion but he tugged at my arm as he stepped up to the bed's edge. "No, pup, the other way, face at the edge here," he said, tapping the mattress with his other hand. I got what he was after an lay back my head leaning backward. "Good boy," he said and stepped up to place his dick head at my lips once more. "Suck me in.... that's it... open up. Yeah." He coached me through this new position and took it slow as we worked our way deep, him with his prick, me by relaxing my throat and controlling my breathing. My hands were caressing his thighs and holding myself steady on them as he fed me cock, repeatedly in nice controlled motions. Finally he gripped my hands and pressed them forward onto the bed, pinning them down. "Let's lose the training wheels, huh?" he said more than asked and with one brutal shove his huge cock bored its way into my gullet. By reflex my throat seized tight and I fought a gag reflex. "Easy, boy," Henson growled. "Relax." I fought to lift my arms up, to pull away or push him, either one. But he bore down with his way, holding me immobile. "I SAID FUCKING RELAX," he nearly shouted though it was the staccato manner of his speaking rather than the volume that made his order seem so cutting. It went against every reflex and instinct in my body but I concentrated and willed myself to relax. I thought of Dad at that moment. His dick, even bigger than the Admiral's. I thought of doing this for my father, or letting him take me like this. Before I knew it I'd calmed down and the admiral was fucking back and forth deep into my throat as he gave me soft assurances in his deep voice. "Good boy. I knew you could do it, pup. Just needed a man to break you in the right way. Oh yeah your throat feels amazing. Tight cocksucking jock mouth." His mantra became a free association of profanity and compliments. I was never harder in my life, excepting times with sex with my father. I knew I'd used the idea of Dad to get through this sexual ordeal but rather than feel guilty I felt horny and excited. Loving that I could transfer the hots for Dad to the Rear Admiral and back. Two powerful Navy officers, one the most important man in my life, the other some married adulterer using me for pleasure in a business hotel room. All of a sudden I felt the weight on my arms let up and Bill pulled out. He was erect and ready to shoot, and his nuts were now clinging tightly to his dick. "Why don't you strip?" he asked. I wiped the half-dried tears off my face and leaned up, feeling the blood drain back out of my head. I peeled my shirt off and Bill helped my pull it the rest of the way off. I undid my jeans and took them off as well, while Bill fetched some lube. "Here, pup, you can pump one out while I fuck your face. I'm almost there." "Yes, sir," I said. Right then it sounded like the most awesome way to get off. So I slicked up and leaned back in position, hand on cock. I took a half second to breath in before the Rear Admiral was back in me. Fucking away good and heavy now, his powerful glutes driving that massive cock in rapid fashion past whatever resistance was left in my gullet. I thought of how Dad might do this, if he would lose control. The mere thought pushed my sperm up my urethra and had me gushing all over my torso. "Damn," Henson growled and started spurting his cum deep inside me. We were both a little sheepish after we came to. Maybe the Rear Admiral was feeling guilty or maybe he just didn't feel chatty after getting his rocks off. He stood back and gingerly started removing his uniform, hanging up the coat and shirt and tie. I got up and found my briefs, putting them back on. Then he stepped into the bathroom, running the sink. "You can stay the night, if you like," he said, matter of factly, handing me a wet washcloth to wipe down. "Yeah?" I asked. The idea appealed to me but I hadn't expected the gesture from the man. "I'd say you deserved it after that lesson, pup," he winked. "Though if you stay over, I'm fucking you first thing in the morning. We'll call it lesson three." "I'd be honored," I said. This was new territory to me, being so submissive but it was a fun, new thrill. He smiled. "In that case let's get ready for bed. I gotta hit the road by eight tomorrow." "Yes, sir," I said. As we got into bed and Henson turned out the lights, I felt his strong arm curl around my front as he pulled my body back against his strong, furry front. Another surprise gesture from this gruff man. "Good night, pup." "Good night, Admiral," I said.