Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2018 14:52:18 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 27 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. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. This chapter was inspired in part by some amateur videos, including zibmusser's xtube vids. Additional thanks to a4f101 for his editorial guidance. 27 Fall, 2005 Philadelphia This was a special Army-Navy game weekend. Monumental even. Dad had recently been promoted to Captain. Although that was his accomplishment not mine, I felt a pride by association and as we walked the streets of Philadelphia I was honored to be next to him. Now 49 years old, he was showing signs of middle age, from the love handles and extra padding around his mid section to the extra gray coming in around his temples. But he was also in the prime of his life, and looked every bit the part of a powerful Navy officer. "Goddamn, it's cold," my brother cursed as we were a block away from the restaurant. Matt was the other reason the weekend was special. He was now an Ensign in the US Navy and was about to be deployed in the Gulf of Oman, but he had a week leave before Thanksgiving and was able to meet me and Dad in Philly. This would be my first Army-Navy game in a regular tradition for me from here on out and since I'd turned 21 I could freely go to the bars now. I mean, one of the great things about Army-Navy is that there's practically a party in the streets, with midshipmen and cadets strolling about. But the bars are a real spontaneous party zone, particularly in the cluster near where our hotel was. I'd been hoping I'd have a chance to fool around with Dad, but it was looking like that wasn't in the cards. Not only was Matt there, but Uncle Jack had tagged along for the weekend. At first I was nervous that Lieutenant Grant was going to be flirtatious like at Matt's Commissioning weekend, but he was just normal Jack. Catching up with my life and Matt's new career, he was very much the old Uncle Jack who'd been the family friend for ages. A weird, fucked-up part of me was starting to get mad that Jack wasn't make the moves on me. I'd been on the rail all week, horny from a dry spell I'd entered. My summer sex with Josiah had been quelled by the return of his girlfriend to campus. So other than four times with Dad over the course of the semester, the last time in late October, I'd not had any sex, and I was starting to feel it. On top of that, being in Philly, with all the hot military and ex-military guys roaming around, had my libido amped up like crazy. I'd just have to keep my horny thoughts in check. Other than that, I was in a good mood that weekend hanging out with some of the favorite people in my life. Being brought into that military ritual that I'd frequently felt on the sidelines of. For the first night the four of us went out to dinner and mostly listened to Matt's stories of being stationed in San Diego. But not until he'd shoveled down a cheesesteak and fries like it was his last meal. "I haven't eaten real food in months," he half-apologized while scarfing his food. After a couple of rounds at a nearby pub we all called it an early evening. I could tell Matt was tired but he seemed willing to stay up and talk a little. I think it's fair to say the Navy had changed him, made him seem more grown up than his 24 years. "I won't lie and say I'm not nervous, Jim," he replied when I asked if he was ready for deployment. "But I'm ready for the challenge" His normally fair-to-freckled complexion was a deep even brownish red from his time in the California sun. He leaned back and raised his arms up over his head, as if lost in thought. "But I got the best fucking career in the world." "I know Dad's real proud of you," I said. "Me, too, Matt." He looked at me, real glad I'd said that. "I'm proud as hell of you too, Jim. Dad keeps telling me about how your season's going." Then, pausing, he ventured. "You think you're gonna go pro?" I nodded, cautious. "Maybe. I mean, I think I'm track but you never know what can happen. Like that injury I had last year." "Dad said you've recovered." "Pretty much. But another's always possible. Especially after the first." "You want to, Jimbo? Go pro?" "It's be awesome, yeah," I answered. "It's about the only thing I'm good at. I'm not like you and Dad." "What do you mean?" "Smart like you guys. I have to bust my ass off for a B sometimes." "You sell yourself short, bro." *** The next day was game day. It was cold as fuck outside but the energy of the game made it bearable. Navy practically steamrolled Army, so the McGrath posse were in a pretty good mood. It was around 11:30 and the bars were busy but starting to thin out. Jack and Dad had called it a night an hour earlier, leaving me and Matt to party it up on our own. One of Matt's Navy buddies had come out and met us, just having gotten in from Norfolk that day. "OK if my buddy Kevin meets us?" my brother asked as we found another bar that was a little less crowded than the Irish pub we were in. "He and I have an arrangement, so we may make ourselves scarce, if you don't mind." "Nah, I don't mind. Of course." Matt had long been open to me about being bi, and I admired his matter of factness about it. "Matt, my man!" Kevin greeted my brother in a tight bro hug as he walked into the bar and found us. "Look at you, all tanned rested and ready!" he joked. Then, turning to me, he shook my hand. "I'm Kevin... you must be this twerp's little brother," he said and after we made introductions offered to get us a round. What can I say? My brother has good taste in men. Kevin was drop-dead handsome, his strong young 20-something features accentuated by his tight military cut. He was about Matt's height, too, and a similar build. If they were ever more than buddies they'd make a cute couple. There was noticeable electricity between the two, and I just knew they were eager to have sex. Sure enough, when Kevin went to the men's room, Matt leaned over and spoke in my ear. "Jim, you think you can do me a solid and give us an hour or so alone in the hotel room?" I nodded, happy to be helping my brother get laid. When Kevin came back, I pretended to see if the Navy men wanted another drink. "Actually, Jim, I think we're gonna call it a night," Matt said. "Feel free to stay out if you want." "Yeah, I think I will if that's OK." I grinned to myself as the two left the bar, stumbling a little in their giddy tipsiness. They'd been gone only a few minutes when I spotted him. A big guy, a bulky and muscular 6'5" that filled out his black Army-logo fleece jacket and faded jeans. He was looking over at me, and maybe I was misreading him but he sure seemed to have an interested look on his face. I couldn't help but reactively dart my eyes away, but when I got up the courage and looked back the man was still regarding me intently, between sips of his domestic-brand beer. God, this man was really fucking good looking, probably close to 40. Dark brown hair, cropped military tight. Close, clean shave on his square-jawed face. I gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. This was the encouragement he'd been looking for because he sauntered his way across the bar. "Your friends left you," he started off. His voice was real deep, an honest baritone, and he had a thick southern accent, deep south, Georgia or Alabama maybe. At closer look I could see a few flecks of silver in his hair. "Yessir," I answered politely. "I wasn't ready to go home." "I bet not," he chuckled. "Not after Navy's win today, huh?" He nodded at the Navy sweatshirt I was wearing. "Pretty awesome," I admitted, then pointing my beer bottle at the Army logo emblazoned on the shelf of his massive pecs, I added. "Sorry, sir." "Tough loss," he shrugged. "But it's all good. We're all on the same team, ultimately. You enlisted?" I clearly wasn't a midshipman and was too young to be much beyond the rank of Seaman. "Nah, I'm in college. At UVA. I'm from a Navy family though, my dad and brother," I answered proudly. "You serving, sir?" He nodded. "Sergeant Major." I felt my spine tingle and my posture straighten up. "Honored to meet you, sir." That got a laugh out of the man. He slapped my back and gave a gentle rub before letting go. "Damn, boy, you really are from a military family." I laughed, too, and that broke the ice some. He put his hand around mine and clasped it. "I'm Sean, by the way." "Jim." Sean had a sterner expression than most men and didn't smile a lot. But his eyes were definitely communicating lust as we stood side by side and talked. And somehow, at that moment, the strong silent type was definitely working for me. Maybe because it had been a few weeks since last I had sex and a really long time since I'd hooked up with an older dude besides my father. The thwarted anticipation of sex with Dad this weekend just added to my sexual frustration. So I found myself returning his gaze, leaning a little into him when he made a joke, putting on my dumb jock flirty act. He'd finished his beer before me and he waited for me to finish mine. "I can get you another, College Boy, but what I'd really love right now is to smoke one of my cigars." He patted his fleece jacket pocket. "You up for joining me outside while I have one?" "Sure, sir." As we sauntered out into the brisk night air, Sean asked me if I smoked, too. "Never have, sir." "Want to try one?" He pulled out two cigars from his pocket, along with an Army-logo lighter. As an athlete I steadfastly avoided smoking. But I knew cigars would not be a regular habit for me. Maybe I was trying to impress this 6'5" hunk, but I was suddenly real intrigued. "Uh yeah, sure. Just don't laugh at me when I cough." "Of course I won't son," he winked. "A young man's gotta have his first one at some time." The look on his face when he said that, sexual and hungry, gave me a shiver. I put the cigar in my mouth and relished the sweetish tobacco taste. Never taking his eyes off mine, Sean lifted the lighter to the tip and I sucked in, lighting up the tobacco. The smoke was acrid and bitter and yeah, I coughed. But I did better than I thought I did, trying my best to impress this more experienced man by suppressing my body's instincts. He lit his up and let out a sigh that was almost post-coital. "Damn, this is nice. Makes it worth freezing my tits off." I was cold but actually enjoying the night air and watching the evening crowd bustle by, bar hopping, arguing, trying to hail taxis. You don't get all this in a small town like Charlottesville. "You don't like the cold?" I said. "Hell no. I'm a south Georgia boy." "I love your accent," I admitted, feeling the buzz of the beers. "You do huh?" he appraised me as he puffed on his cigar. His drawl got comically thick. "That's just something I put on to get some bitch to drop her panties." It was lewd and absurd and made me laugh. I was glad when Sean started laughing, too. He pulled the cigar out of his mouth and continued, in a more normal voice. "What about you College Boy? I bet you sweet-talk those coeds into giving up their pussy all the time." I felt a little nervous. Sean was clearly being lighthearted. And I was getting a real lusty vibe from him. But I had no proof he was into dudes and had not indicated I was. "Not really," stammered out of my mouth. He smiled now and leaned in and whispered in a throaty voice. "I see. You're the bitch his drops his panties then." Fuck! I wasn't sure where this was going, but I knew that I wasn't in control. Sean was. His hand was on my shoulder, like a good buddy's. Only something more. Patting me, reassuring me. "Damn, but you do look manly as fuck smoking a cigar. You like it, Jim?" I pulled it out and examined the moistened tip before plopping it back in my mouth for another toke. "I do actually." I relished the smoke leaning back watching people pass before I got up the nerve. I looked over at Sean, 3 inches taller and bigger in build. The Army NCO had one hell of an imposing figure. "You look real hot smoking one, sir." He didn't answer but I saw a grin curl on his lips around the cigar. We stood silently and enjoyed our smokes for a few minutes, then Sean took his out and said to me. "What do you say we skip the beers, head on back to my hotel?" "Sounds good, sir," I replied. So we started walking. "I gotta warn you," he said. "Seeing all the cadets parading around kinda has me worked up." "You wish you had one of them going home with you?" I was matter of fact in asking, not jealous. He shook his. "Hell no, College Boy. You're hotter than any of that Army Pussy." He gestured the street to turn the corner. He kept looking over my way as we walked, clearly happy with my looks. First, eyeing me up and down silently as we walked, then finally saying, "I gotta warn, you, Jim, it's been too fucking long since I've been laid. I can get a little, um, intense." "Intense how?" "I like to manhandle a young stud, if he can handle it." I'm not sure exactly what he meant but my experience with Rear Admiral Henson had been in the back of my mind and I'd craved to relive something like that. "I'm up for it, sir." I answered bravely. "Fucking Christ, I hit the jackpot, huh? I bet College Boy's gonna make this an Army-Navy to remember." "You gonna make me pay for Army losing the game, sir?" I goaded. "Oh you better fucking believe it. I'm gonna tear into your ass," he grinned. We were alone on the block but as a group of people approached we got quiet. We were nearly at his hotel anyway. We put out our cigars and entered the warmth of the hotel. In Sean's dimly lit room, we stood a couple of feet apart, smirking at each other. I think we were both thrilled to be hooking up with such a hot guy. I could tell the man was real horny, as horny as I was, and I half expected to attack me, I dunno, wrestle me to the bed or something. Instead he surprised me by stepping and bending down to place his lips, gently on mine. First just touching our mouths, then slowly he opened his and his soft wet tongue slipped out and into my mouth. Other than Dad, it was just about the hottest kiss I'd ever had. He tasted of cigar and beer, and so did I. We made out, surprisingly slowly, romantically even, before Sean pulled back and his brown eyes bore into mine, a smile forming dimples on his rugged handsome face. "I've been needing that, College Boy," he said. "Been too fucking long." "I know what you mean," I said. It had been too long since I'd had a kiss anywhere near that good. My self-prohibition against kissing Dad made me crave that kind of connection even more. He stepped back and pulled off his fleece, revealing a plaid button-down dress shirt that conformed to the large muscular torso beneath. Kicking off his shoes, he started unbuttoning. I followed suit, removing my sweatshirt and undoing my belt. "I hit the jackpot, all right," Sean growled as he saw my bare torso, which was in particularly good shape, even in the off season. "I bet you're an athlete," he observed. "Yes, sir. Baseball." I was feeling proud of my body and enjoying showing it off for the man as I peeled off my jeans and stood before him in my boxer briefs. I was hard and I knew he could see my cock size. "You have an amazing body, sir." He did, too. Powerhouse muscle, reminding me very much of Josiah's college football bod, I mean real fucking big and bulging just about everywhere, only with a slight beefiness fitting the man's age to complement the clearly combat-fit musculature. And as he pulled down his jeans, I could see he'd gone commando. A long hard tool popped out, equal to my length, maybe a smidge more, but more regular size in width. It was beautiful and seemed to match the rest of him - tall and hard. I shimmied out of my briefs and our bodies met again, nude and erect, as we kissed once more. Hungrier this time. Sean's hands traveled along my bare back and finally cupped my ass. He moaned excitedly as his fingers possessively groped me. "Shit," he exclaimed. "You may have the bigger dick, but you're still gonna be my bitch tonight." I nodded. "Yes, sir," I replied quietly. A slap hit my right buttock. The loud sound was more of a shock than the slight sting. "What was that bitch? I didn't hear you" His eyes challenged mine. "Yes sir!" I said more loudly, submissively, which made Sean's gruff expression turned to a smile. "Better," he said. "All right, you baseball playing bitch, get on that bed." This was new for me and I wasn't sure how this was going to play out. Admiral Henson was dominant, but more of the quiet type. Sean was clearly verbal. And maybe into more SM stuff, I didn't know, and I didn't know how far I was willing to take this. But the thrill of the unknown turned me on and I got onto the hotel bed and awaited what would happen. He stepped up and looked down at my nude body. "Fuck, you're hot, boy," he said and then climbed on top of me. Again, I was surprised by his tenderness, the way his hands softly caressed my exposed body, the way his mouth kissed along my chest, my neck, and found my mouth again. We made out like lovers once more, and I savored the ever slow grind of his erection along the ridge of my own. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better he raised up on his forearms and scooted down my body. He took a second to touch my cock, feeling its girth with his strong figures. "I bet my boy knows how to wreck some pussy with this tool. Fat fucking cock." I wasn't sure if he was going to take me in his mouth, but instead he raised up and gripped my legs, in a gesture to lift them up. I met his effort halfway by pulling my legs back, showing off my furry crack. "Nice," he growled and started rimming me. After his kisses, I wasn't surprised by his ass-eating skill. Sean licked, cajoled and conquered my hole with his tongue. The dude loved foreplay, and I would have been content if this were the main act. My dick pulsed and leaked against my contracted abs as the man made love to my pucker. My hands were gripping the sheets as I rode out the pleasure coursing through my body. I lost track of time but at last Sean came up for air with a lusty look on his face. Serious, on a mission. I took in the sight of his body as he retrieved some lubricant. Shithouse built but also looking like a man almost twice my age. Weathered and clean shaven face, crow's feet around his eyes, a few stray silver hairs on his massive chest. His forefinger felt thick as it nudged against my hole and pressed inward. "Damn....! This pussy needs to be fucked all right." From anyone else, I'd be leery, even pissed off, about the feminizing words. Bitch. Pussy. Slut. From this Sergeant Major, though, the nastiness of his sex talk was a turn on. "Lookie here," he taunted as he curled his finger up deep inside me, pushing against my prostate. "I found the bitch's g-spot." "Fuck, sir," I hissed. His rim job had me on edge, and the internal sensations threatened to overwhelm me. My prick thwapped excitedly on my belly. "Shhh, easy there, College Boy. Daddy's gonna look after ya." Fuck, talk about open sesame. The D word had my hole opening up his exploration and my legs spreading wider. "Said the magic word, huh? Go ahead, slut out for Daddy while I wet that pussy down for my cock." He squirted the lube right against my hole and punched in three fingers in one go. They entered me like a knife through soft butter. I was holding no resistance now. "Fuck those fingers in there, sir," I urged, feeding off his verbal nature and trying to meet the challenge of his sex talk. "I'm here for you to use." It was an admission that made me shake down to my toes. "Oh look, bitch is breaking out in goosebumps just waiting for my cock. Well," he said, in a deep laugh, "No need to make that pussy wait." He scooted forward and entered me. He wasn't super thick but that dick was thick enough as he just pushed in. "Take that cock. Fuck, tight jock cunt..." He let me get used to him for just a second then the power of his glutes and hips forced more in me. His artillery breached me good and hard. I winced and grunted involuntarily at the deeper penetration. "You take it. Take it like a man, now. Take it like a man. No moaning like a bitch." His hand was stroking my cheek, a loving gesture in contrast to the controlling nature of his words and his cock. "You take it, son. Take that dick. Take that fucking cock, hear?" "Yes," I muttered, getting my resolve back. Determined to take him. A gentle slap pelted my cheek. "What do you say?" "Yes, sir!" "That's better." Sean's voice wasn't loud but it seemed to fill the room, my ears and the space in my head. He started thrusting in me now, hard and regular. I could feel his nuts pound against my hole and I wondered how long it had been since he'd unloaded them. I was guessing a while, the man seemed real keyed up. "That's nice pussy," he growled. "Pussy likes that fucking cock." "Fuck me, sir," I hissed. The shock of penetration gone, his cock was feeling really good in me now. "Fuck me, Daddy." "That's right, Daddy's in charge, isn't he boy?" "Yes, Daddy, sir." "Who's fucking you, son?" he said louder for emphasis. My voice responded to his prompt. "Daddy is, sir! Owning my hole." "Man you're a good fuck, jock boy." He pumped harder and faster. It was awesome but on the verge of being uncomfortable. "Daddy's gonna unload in your hot fucking pussy, boy....Unghh... Aw sweet fucking pussy... Oh fuck, oh god buddy, here it comes." With that Sean let out a loud cry and I was getting sauced good and hard inside. He wasn't kidding about being backed up, the jizz kept pumping in me. Hurriedly, I grabbed my dick and tugged. Even without lube, I was able to get the right friction with a couple of strokes to cross the finish line. Spurt after spurt of hot seed painted my chest and stomach. Sean was coming to and smiled down on me. "Damn, Jim, thanks." He pulled out and stumbled back, steadying himself as he climbed off the bed. "Stay there." He went over the bathroom and I heard the sink run. When he came back he had a washcloth that he tossed to me. I cleaned off as Sean picked up his watch to check the time. "You gotta get back right away?" "No," I answered. I wouldn't have minded staying over with this handsome Army hunk, but I also had no such expectations from a hook up like this. That made the sergeant major smile as he scooted in bed next to me. His lips met mine, softly, and we kissed, as his hands explored my body. I returned the gesture, running my fingers along his hard abs and chest muscle and broad shoulders. "Damn, I wish I had a dude like you back in Iraq," he finally said. "You deployed?" I asked, maybe stating the obvious. He nodded. "Yeah. On a two-week leave, been staying with my buddy Reg in New York. But I go back in three days." "That's tough." I said. I suddenly had a world of concern for this man I barely knew, hoping he'd be OK over in the Middle East. "I'm used to the combat. But yeah, it sucks. It gets lonely as hell over there." He gave me a serious look then smiled and mussed my hair. "You sure know how to make a soldier happy on leave, College Boy." "You made me happy, too," I said. "Man, I didn't know if I'd go for all that, but that was just about the hottest sex I've had." "I guess I come on pretty strong." "Like a soldier on leave," I winked. "I liked it." Sean smiled and god he was handsome. Our mouths connected once more. I could tell he was hesitating to ask me something. "I know I barely know you Jim, but if I gave you my email would you write me? You know, give me something to think about while I'm deployed?" "I'd be honored, sir," I said, touched at the simplicity of the request. Excitedly, he got up and scribbled his address on the hotel stationery pad. He folded the paper and handed it to me. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting anything from you, but it would be kick to have a hot college baseball jock to be in touch while I'm out in that sandbox." "You'll hear from me," I answered sincerely. He kissed me once more and finally gave a wistful look. "Listen, I got an early morning train to New York tomorrow." "And I should be getting back," I countered. I got up off the bed and could definitely feel the soreness in my hole. A good sore, but sore nonetheless. I slipped on my clothes and gave Sean a parting kiss. "Thank you for your service, sir, and for a wonderful night." "Thank you for making my Army-Navy weekend, College Boy," he winked. "I hope you'll be in touch." "I will sir," I said. "Good night." *** It was late, about 3AM, when I got back to the hotel room. I tried to be quiet coming in, but it turned out Matt wasn't asleep anyway. He flipped on the lamp. "Thanks for helping out, Jim," he said, propping himself up. The covers of the king bed barely covered his stomach and I had to admit his body was looking real good these days. Time at the naval base had done wonders for his chest and arms. "I hope you're not pissed off that I left you at the bar." "No, it's good," I replied, peeling off my sweatshirt and kicking off my shoes. "Glad you had fun." He could tell the guilty look I had on my face. "Damn, Slugger, you got laid, too, didn't you?" Matt had an impish smile on his face. "Busted," I grinned back. "Guess I needed it. And there are too many hot men at Army-Navy." "Tell me about it," Matt said. "If Kevin hadn't shown up I would have been climbing the walls." Something had been eating at me. I had to ask. "Matt, I got a question. It's personal so don't answer if you don't wanna." That piqued his curiosity. "What is it bro?" "Being bi... do you see yourself as more into dudes or chicks?" I worried I was asking something offensive and immediately regretted asking. But I didn't know how it worked with Matt or Dad. Given that I'd had a fling with Sarah last summer, I was still wondering how that fit in with my usual orientation toward men exclusively. "I dunno. I'd say the attraction is 60 percent women 40 percent men. Right now, when I'm on ship, or here at the Army-Navy game, it's easier to hook up with guys. But I want to settle down one day, start a family. I guess that could be with a man, but I always picture marrying a woman." "Thanks. I know it's a dumb question." "Not dumb at all. What about you Slugger? You completely gay?" I nodded. "Pretty much. Or 97 percent. I had a thing with a girl last year but I'm into mostly men." "What about a boyfriend?" "Damn, Matty, I want one bad. But I don't think I can. Not a normal one." I'd told him about my baseball career concerns. "Do what you have to bro and don't beat yourself up over it." "Thanks. And I'm at least having some fun," I admitted. "I can tell, bro," Matt laughed. "I can't believe little bro's all grown up." "Fuck you, Matty," I teased and padded off to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I'd settled into the bed and Matt flicked off the light. "You know it's funny," I heard my brother say in the darkness. "All three McGrath men getting laid tonight. I guess Army-Navy game brings it out." I felt a pit in my stomach. "What do you mean?" "Come on, Jim, you didn't notice Dad and Uncle Jack all night? It's like they couldn't wait to get back to their room and pounce on each other." "No, I didn't notice." How could I not have? I'm sure it was obvious, but the idea bothered me like hell now, and I'm sure Matt heard disappointment in my voice. "Come on, bro, you put Dad on too high a pedestal." "What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped back. "I don't know. You idolize the man. And he's a great Dad, but he's also a man, too." "I guess," I said. If Matt only knew what Dad and I had done, and how complicated my relationship was to my father. The idea kept me awake. Even though it was probably 4 in the morning, I couldn't sleep but just stared up to the ceiling where a thin stream of street light filtered through the curtain's crack. I kept thinking about Dad and Jack. Jealous but also happy for them. I knew they had a history but had no idea what this meant for them. Maybe like me tonight, Dad just needed to get his rocks off. Jack, too. I smiled thinking how much the lieutenant commander would love the Army top I met tonight. Fuck, even though I'd gotten laid in a major way that night, I was hard. Thinking about Dad. Thinking about Jack. Thinking about Sean, the Sergeant Major with the sexy Georgia accent. Each of those men pushed my buttons in a different way. I turned over on my side and tried not to think of my boner. Maybe because my thoughts were turning to sex that I was caught off guard when I felt Matt back himself against me. My Navy brother's body was warm and muscle-hard, a compact build that felt like an awesome contrast to Sean's bigger middle-aged bod from earlier. I thought maybe it was an accident and maybe Matt just rolled over the wrong way but when he lay there, still pressed against my torso, I knew it wasn't an accident. It was one big headfuck, the idea of doing it with my brother. After Paul, the second time I'd be crossing this line. I couldn't help it, my arm snaked around and held onto his built torso, which was mostly smooth and hot to the touch. That was the signal Matt was waiting for because he started pressing harder back against me, grinding his round butt into my hard crotch. I got the feeling he wasn't wearing underwear and cautiously my hand brushed down lower, along the fuzzy fur coating his hard abs. I could now tell there was no underwear and even better, my hand brushed against his cock. Erect, even hotter than the rest of his body. My fingers curled around my brother's prick feeling the size and length. Long but not as big as me or Dad. It was a cock perfectly proportioned to his frame. Matt moaned and reached back to my boxer briefs, tugging on the underwear in a vain attempt to pull them down. Shit, we were really gonna do this! Me and Matty! I let go of his dick and pushed down my briefs. This impromptu fooling around had me horny and boned and it was my turn to gasp as I felt my fat prick lodge in between Matt's perfect butt cheeks. I kissed the back of his neck and felt him buck and writhe against me. As my fingers were back on his chest, tracing over his sensitive nipples, Matt reached back and felt my hardon. "Fuck you're big, Jim," were his only words as his fingers toyed with my girth, running their way up to my leaking head and back down the shaft again. I felt my cock being pried down at an angle as my brother backed himself and angled his own hips. My tip touched the soft wetness of his hole, still slick with lubricant and what I was quickly realizing was the remnants of his fuckbuddy Kevin's load. I couldn't hold back but instead powered forward with my hips. I entered Matt. Either the Army-Navy game worked him up into a horny state, or my big brother's one hell of a bottom. He huffed excitedly as I fed his ass my cock and even wriggled his butt back to meet me. As soon as I was buried inside Matt, I rolled us over so I lay on top of him. We were both excited as hell, feeding off the taboo, and just started fucking. No sex talk, no fancy moves, just pure heated fucking. As much as I loved feeling his excitement beneath me, thrilled at my brother taking my cock, I wanted to come in him, and all my energy was toward making this fuck feel good for me. It helped that Matt's hole was snug as hell against my pistoning cock. I'm not sure if he'd taken a dude as hung as me and the idea that I bested his Navy tops egged me on. Matt was bucking his butt against my thrusts in little movements on his own and I didn't realize he was stimulating himself against the sheets until let out a soft cry and I knew my big bro was having a deep orgasm. I held on tight and pushed in deep as I could and my own ejaculation started. Waves of my brotherly jizz shot up deep inside Matt, a respectable load given that it was my second cum of the night. We both caught our breaths and I did my best to hold my body so my weight wouldn't bear down onto Matt as I relaxed post-orgasm. We finally uncoupled and I rolled to the side as Matt went back to his side of the queen bed. I expected some talk or acknowledgment afterward. Some reckoning of the deed we'd just done. But Matt was silent, and so I stayed silent too. It was a real trip thinking I'd just had sex with Matt. First Paul, then him. I probably would have done some soul searching why I was search a pervert and a fuck up. But before I knew it, sleep overcame me. *** We slept in. Matt was already up when I stirred. He was getting out of the shower. No acknowledgment of the fact that last night I'd fucked him, but he seemed chipper as hell. I dunno, satisfied. It was a weird thought, and I decided I was flattering myself to think I was the one who put Matt in that mood. "Dad texted, Sleepyhead." he said, a morning frog still in his voice. "We're meeting him and Jack for brunch in 30 minutes." It was already 11, and I felt a little hungover. I hoisted my body out of bed and got in the shower, as Matt chuckled at the way I was dragging. It felt weird having brunch with Dad and Jack, seeing them together in the booth across from me and my brother. The shock had worn off, but Matt was right, the two men had definitely had sex, it just clear in their demeanor. I felt a ghastly terror as I wondered if they could sense me and Matt had done it. But breakfast conversation was normal. Talking about the game, about the weekend, about Philly. Jack asking me about my classes. It was when the plates were cleared and the check paid that we were sitting around, the other men enjoying a second cup of coffee that I realized something was on Dad's mind. He had this look about him, and he gave a glance over to Jack who nodded. "Boys, I have some big news and I don't know any other way to give it than just to come out and say it. Jack and I are dating." He looked over at Jack, smiling as he looked on his long friend and ex-lover. "We're pretty serious actually." "That's cool Dad," Matt chimed in. "I figured something was up." "We wanted to be sure before telling you guys," Jack added. He was beaming, too. His blond hair was almost a matching cut to Dad's darker military-regulation cut and now in his late 30s they both had the look of middle-aged Navy officers. They were a fetching couple, masculine and adorable at the same time. Dad looked at us nervously. "I know this is a big step, fellas. I mean, I haven't dated anyone seriously forever. For so many years, I knew no one could take the place of your mother, so I did my best as a single parent." "Dad, I think it's great. Really." I said. Not just generous or polite, I could tell sitting there that Dad and Jack were really happy together. It was something I'd seen in my father's face that I hadn't in years. But my mind was filled with practical questions. "Are you moving in together?" Jack chimed in. "Not yet. I'm going to be stationed in Japan next year." "I may be transferred to DC eventually." Dad continued. He looked over at my brother. "You OK with this, guys? I wanted to tell you to in person." Matt nodded. "Yeah, it's cool. Not what I was expecting to talk about at brunch, but I'm happy for you dad." Then, "Did you tell John and Paul yet?" "I'll give them a call after breakfast. I wanted to tell you guys in person first." *** I gave Jack a hug as we parted. I definitely felt an awkwardness between us, and a real guilt I'd slept with the man who may be my Dad's soulmate. He seemed to sense my emotions but countered with a sincere, "Thanks for understanding Jim." I told him I was happy for them. "Talk soon, Bob," Jack said, giving my Dad's hands a squeeze as they parted. We dropped Matt off at the airport and it was a tough goodbye. I found myself fighting back tears as I held my brother tight, and I know Dad was, too. Having Matt around that weekend made the idea of his going back to the Middle East that much tougher. I thought of Sean, too, and that he'd be going back. It was life in the military, but it didn't make it easier for me to accept. Dad and I drove in silence. "You worried about Matty?" he asked. "Yes," I answered, heavy in thought. "Me, too, Slugger." He fiddled with the radio till he landed on a new station. "I think he's going to be OK there. Just gotta hope and pray." We weren't talkative but as we got to the stretch of interstate past the Beltway, Dad asked me how I was doing. "You really OK about me and Jack, Slugger? Not just saying it?" "I really am, Dad. I'll admit I feel about 50 million emotions right now, but I'm definitely thrilled." "I wasn't sure. I didn't want to spring it on you." My first selfish thought was worry that Dad and I wouldn't be having sex now. And I think he knew that's what I was thinking. But I put on a brave face. "I'm good Dad. Honest." "That's my boy," Dad said as he gave my knee an affectionate squeeze. It was sad how much I craved his signs of affection. Like I was starved and couldn't get enough. It was immature of me, I suppose, but that's just how I was. "You going to miss him while he's away, Dad?" He nodded. "Like hell, Slugger. But we've had plenty of time apart and we can do it again." When Dad dropped me off, he got out of the car and gave me a tight loving paternal hug. "I'm gonna miss you Slugger." he growled. "See you at Christmas?" "Yessir," I said and picked up my bag, waving as he got in the car and drove off.