Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2018 13:10:56 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 28 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. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This story has been a long time developing. I'll be adjusting a few details here and there from earlier chapters, but I hope the changes aren't too distracting. Thanks for all the feedback on the series so far. 28 Norfolk Christmas 2015 "Be careful on the roads, son." Dad's concern over the phone was palpable. He was always like that. Not overprotective but I think he had always taken on a the usual motherly concern raising us by himself. "I will, Dad," I replied. It was raining and cold out, like it often got around Christmas, but the roads were ice-free in Charlottesville which meant they were ice-free heading southwest. "What time do Paul and his family get in?" "Their flight gets in about 6. It's been a while, huh?" "Yes, sir." I hadn't seen Paul and Jess since last Christmas. John and Kate either, but I guess with Paul we were used to having him local for so many years it was an adjustment. And with Matt deployed, things felt different this year. I got the feeling Dad was feeling a little empty-nest loneliness. I'd been dreading going home, to be honest, after finding out about Dad and Jack Grant. I mean, it was great for him, but I felt awkward as hell that they'd started dating pretty just as Dad and I had reestablished our sexual connection. I chided myself, since I was the one who had laid down the rules with Dad, saying it was sex and only sex. No romance or hints of romance. I should put my money where my mouth is, I realize. And I told myself I wasn't going to withdraw like last time. I still felt low for missing Thanksgiving Freshman year. So after my last exam, the Friday before Christmas, I was making the drive back to Norfolk. *** The roads were clear and the traffic light and I ended up making good time. It was about 3:00 when I pulled in the drive. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and grabbed a bag of presents out of the back seat and made my way up the drizzle-wet walkway to the front door of the house I grew up in. Home. Dad opened the door when I got to the porch, he was dressed only in his gym shorts. Otherwise, he was bared head to toe, his glorious hairy chest showing more silver flecks. As I'd noticed at the Army-Navy game my father put on some weight in his midsection. It wasn't much but it was a distinct beer belly, and I could see the similarity with my brother Paul's bulk and maybe mine in the future. Dad had the muscular bulk to carry it off, with his massive chest and powerful shoulders and arms, and I loved seeing him bared like that. I couldn't help but briefly follow my sightline down the stomach fur to the waistband of his shorts. "Good to see you Slugger," he greeted with a broad smile and drew me into a strong but quick hug. "Now get in. It's freezing out there." "You should wear some clothes, Dad," I replied, setting down my bags in the foyer. "Just got out of the shower. I didn't expect you so soon." "Roads were good. I think the weather report scared everyone off." He gave me a pat on the back and ushered me in, grabbing my bags for me. "Here, I'll put these in your room. Make yourself at home." I went to the restroom and took a piss, then made my way to the kitchen. Dad had stocked the fridge full of beer for the week, and I pulled one out. Even if Dad had let me drink before, it was awesome to be of age now, a full adult. "Starting early?" Dad asked. "Why don't you get one out for me?" "Yeah," I answered, getting Dad his beer. "After this finals week, I feel I earned it." "Do OK in classes?" Dad asked. He tried not to put pressure on me, but that was an inevitable part of his personality. School was important for him. To be honest, I liked the way he pushed me. "Fingers crossed, but I think I got all As this time. Still not sure about Advanced Accounting." I'd decided on an econ major with a business minor, and while the coursework was kicking my ass, I was holding my own, with a lot of work. "That's awesome, Slugger," Dad answered. He was proud and maybe a little surprised. "Incredible, even." "Well, it's easier to find time to study in the fall. We'll see how things go when the season starts back up." It was true, my grades seemed to dip each Spring. "You work like you don't expect to make a living playing ball," he observed. "Can't take anything for granted, Dad." He gave me a grin that was the distillation of paternal pride. Like I'd learned some major lesson from him. I'm not sure why I should get credit for some common sense. Major league ball was slimly possible but definitely a long shot. That's not to say I wasn't proud of my grades and happy Dad shared in my achievement. We talked a bit, and Dad told me about Paul and Jess's trip - they were delayed a half hour in Charlotte but would be there soon. John and his family would arrive tomorrow. Dad took a look at me and smiled. "You look great, Jim." I took in the compliment and stood up with better posture, chest poking out a little. I patted my stomach. "I finally lost the last of my post-injury weight. I wanted to be ready for the season." "You've put on some muscle, too." Dad said. "You looked great before, but wow..." He held up his beer bottle. "I should be cutting back on these." "You look amazing Dad, you always do." "Thanks, Slugger. Only you're giving me motivation to get back in shape." He looked at me intently and added, softly, "Would you mind showing off for me?" "Show off?" "Take off your shirt." I had a vibe Dad was being flirty with me. The way he hadn't put a shirt on but was just standing across from me only his shorts. The way he was complimenting me. I had some nagging doubts about what this meant but I went ahead and took off my sweatshirt and my T-shirt underneath. "Jesus," Dad hissed. "You have packed on the muscle. How much you weigh these days?" "202 and a half," I said then realized how silly my precision was. "Every bit of that muscle, too," Dad whispered and stepped up to me. His hands were cool but otherwise felt amazing as they touched my chest. I couldn't resist any more. I reached up and touched him. I was proud as hell of my body and the work I'd put into it, but I also loved the way Dad's contrasted with mine. The man was shorter than me but had at least 15 pounds more muscle than I did. "You feel nice, Dad..." I said. "But what about Jack?" I was feeling confused as hell at that moment. Dad knew the question was coming. "Jack and I may be getting more serious, but that doesn't mean we have to stop." "No?" My heart pounded, not quite believing what I was hearing. Dad shook his head. "He knows I'm getting laid on the side. He is too. We're open for now." I had a good feeling where Jack was getting his dick in DC, and the thought of Bill Henson made my body shudder in involuntary horniness. In my peripheral vision I could tell he was lowering his shorts and exposing his genitals. I sensed Dad was throwing hard or on his way. "In fact, I missed fucking you during Army-Navy weekend," he said in a low whisper. "Would you have wanted that?" "Yessir," I stammered, the heat of lust rising to my head. My body was starting to shake in excitement. "Do you want that now? We have a couple hours before your brother arrives." I nodded. "Yes, sir." Dad smiled and reached down to undo me jeans. "In that case, I'm feeling underdressed." He helped me remove my jeans and my briefs, and our bodies connected, bare chest to bare chest, hard cock to hard cock. I wrapped my arms around his strong back and felt the soft-scratchy hairiness of his chest and stomach against my smoother front. In our fooling around the last half year, we hadn't embraced like this, and doing it now was exquisite. Dad held me tightly, too, and capped my butt muscle, feeling the brawn and the extra size I'd put on at the gym. He gave a playful squeeze of my ass cheek and finally tapped it and said, "Let's take this to my room, OK, Slugger?" Dad plopped on the bed and got out his lube then watched me finish undressing. "I've been thinking about this for a couple of months, Jimbo," he said, slicking up his cock. I had a feeling we weren't going to go for extended foreplay today. "Any position you've been thinking about?" I asked, feeling the sexual intensity cranking up between me and father quickly. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected, or maybe I was just missing this. "Face to face," Dad answered immediately. "I want to see my son's face when he comes." He was talking louder now, but in his bedroom voice. Deep, booming, sexual. I got on my back and lifted my legs. Unable to believe I was about to welcome my hung father into my body once more. "Nice," he cooed, as his lubey digit circled my hole, wetting it down before inserting itself in me. "Oh yeah, Dad," I growled. "Open me up." "Damn you're always so tight Slugger, I gotta get this hole used to Daddy's cock, don't I?" His body was above mine, my legs on his shoulder and he looked down on me intently as he dug in a second finger, twisting it in. "Yes, sir," I answered. "You're gonna run me for smaller men." That idea drove Dad wild, cause his prick twitched in front of his crotch and he took in a deep breath of air. Bending his hand down he pushed in a third finger. My hole stretched and I struggled to relax but I took in a breath and felt my hole ease around his invading fingers. "If you want to stop the sex," Dad broke the spell, "tell me Jim. Anytime. And I will." His hand twisted deeper, and I could feel his fingertips against my sensitive inner lining. "But if not, I'm gonna fuck my boy." I nodded my assent. Dad twisted and poked his fingers around until he felt the difference in my hole. "That's is, Slugger, open up for Daddy." Fuck, his words had an edge that day. Intense, direct. He pulled out and slicked up his cock with a couple of quick jerks before scooting forward into place, nudging it against my pucker. "You trust me, Jim?" Dad asked pausing before entry. I thought he was referring to the impending penetration. "Yes, sir," I answered. "Always." He smiled. That was the answer he wanted. "I'm going to tell him, Jim. Tell Jack about us." With that he entered me. It was intense being filled by Dad's huge girth like that. Not rushed but not slow either. I gripped my cock to focus on the pleasure rather than the discomfort. But my touch sent my seed flying out and my body into orgasm. It had been like that ever since Dad and I reconnected, that first ejaculation coming too quickly. Dad knew I was good for another and didn't slow down. He was fucking me now, for real. Hard rhythmic shoves of his fatherly rod into my guts. The pace and the power keeping me on edge, keeping my bone quivering, now that I'd relinquished my grip and lay back to let my Dad fuck me and fuck me good. This was heavy and our sexual connection powerful. Like back in Mexico. Maybe even deeper. Dad holding back less now, less worried about how his giant cock size would hurt me. It was like he knew I could take it. And in my headspace, I COULD take it and did. Which made Dad thrust harder and deeper. "Fuck me, Dad!" I cried, happy to have the freedom to mate with him so freely. "Fuck your son." Dad's nostrils flared and his hips kicked into high gear and all of a sudden he was coming way deep up in me, his seed pumping and his loud grunts echoing off the bedroom walls. "Fuck!" he finally cried and let his body rest down on mine. I came, too, from the sensation and the excitement and my sperm squished between our connecting bodies before Dad finally recovered his strength and leaned up. I thought he was going to kiss me but he just looked down lovingly and stroked my chin with a knowing look. Our eyes communicating out mutual capitulation to deep desires. It wasn't spoken, but he knew and I knew. That it would be hard to stop fucking. I thought he was going to chastise me or have one of our heart-to-hearts. I thought I was going to get lectured about doing the right thing. Reminded that he was dating someone now, someone serious. Instead Dad pulled out and gave my hair a tousle. "Paul and Jess will be here in an hour or two. Come on, let's get cleaned up." He leaned up and pulled me up too. "That was awesome, Jim," he said as started pulling off the sheets. I could see splotches of lube and cum on them. "You can shower up, and I'll throw these in the wash." In a weird way, it was reassuring to have Dad so laid back after our coupling. I still knew there was something unresolved, but I wasn't freaked out and Dad wasn't freaked out and I felt at ease. I showered off and got dressed. ***** We missed Matt pretty bad that Christmas. We talked to him via a telecom connection, and I don't know if I've seen Dad so emotional. You know, happy and sad at the same time. It was life in the Navy, so Dad more than anyone knew about being away from his family and facing potential action. But it didn't make it any easier. Over the weekend, Paul and Jess sprung the big news that they were expecting a child, due in June. That made our weekend, and it was awesome to see my goofy big brother entering a new phase of his life. He seemed more grown up now, like a real adult. John had just gotten a promotion at work, so had good news, too, and he and Kate were in a good mood. It was good to catch up with my oldest brother, and on his last night in Norfolk, I asked him advice about possible business careers. Between thinking about my future and reflecting on the state of my love life, I was in a funk that week home. I didn't mope, at all, but the lack of a boyfriend had weighed on me. My experience with Greg told me a boyfriend probably wasn't the right thing for me, at least right now, but a summer and fall without a romantic interest now weighed on me. Having Jack join us didn't help. I mean, Dad was happy, you could see it on his face, and glad his sons and their spouses accepted Jack as part of the family. Jack seemed different around me, too, asking me about school and baseball and all the kind of "Dad" conversation topics. And I liked Jack a lot. It was awkward knowing our history, but seeing him and Dad close, intimate, hands touching on the sofa, or Dad's arm affectionately on Jack's shoulder, told me that what they had was right. **** It was four days after Christmas and I'd told Dad I'd head back to Charlottesville soon, since Holt had invited me along to New York City for New Year's. I'd been able to use Dad's home gym but I was missing the more intensive workouts I got at school. My brothers had already gone back to their homes, and it was just me and Dad and Jack and I was starting to feel like a third wheel. I was relieving some tension in our basement gym, in fact, when Dad came down the stairs. He was wearing one of his favorite Navy T-shirt, a beat-up one that stretched out now against his beefier size. "How's the workout going, Slugger?" I leaned up from the bench, where I'd reracked the bar. "All right." "You feeling like going out for dinner tonight? There's that Mexican place you like." "Sure, Dad." I couldn't tell if he wanted to make small talk because he stood there, smirking at me. Finally he spoke. "And, I don't know, I wanted to see if you wanted some relief, you know take a little break from your workout." If I hadn't followed what he was getting at he crouched down in front of the bench, touching my furry legs and spreading them as he leaned forward. "Whaddya think? Jack's taking a nap." "Hell yeah," I croaked in reply and pushed my shorts band down. My dick wasn't hard but it wasn't going to take long. Dad's touch along my genitals felt amazing. Soft, stroking me to full erection. "God, you're a big boy," he said. "I used to notice your boners when you were in high school, and even then I was impressed." The idea he was scoping me out then made my bone pop fully rigid and Dad laughed. "I don't think I let myself admit it, son, but even then you were such a stud." Just then, he plopped my dick in his mouth and started going down on me. I held off longer this time, watching Dad make love to my cock. Servile and sucking, showing me his technique. He first worked his way down my shaft till he could the majority of my prick in his throat without problem. Then he started a slow and steady bob, combined with a gentle rhythmic sucking. Nimbly his hands caressed my nuts, jostling the testicles in their sack. Finally, I couldn't hold back any more. I gripped my father's strong shoulders and let out a quiet but urgent, "Dad!" signaling to him that I was there. He doubled his efforts and I gave it up. Eight solid spurts of my cum shot right into his throat as he bobbed his head up and down and rode out my orgasm. "Damn, Slugger," Dad said leaning up and wiping his mouth off. "You're one stud, you know that?" "That was amazing, Dad," I whispered. Jack might be napping but I didn't want him to hear us. "Can I do you?" He stood up, an erection clear in his jeans. He patted his crotch. "Gonna save that for the boyfriend if that's OK with you," he winked. "I wanted to make sure you went back to campus with your needs taken care of." "And how," I said, pulling up my shorts. A thought had been nagging at me. "Dad. You really gonna tell Jack about us?" "I don't have to," he said, sitting down on an adjacent bench. "But I'm planning on it, at some point." He saw the worry in my face. "Trust me, son, I know this thing we have it taboo... frowned upon is probably an understatement... and probably illegal. I've been thinking about that a lot. But I have a good reason to think Jack's open to the idea. I can't tell you why." He paused on gave me one of those Dad looks. Loving, care, protective. Fuck, I thought. "I trust you, Dad." He looked at me, really looked at me, as if to read my thoughts. "You're unsure though." "No, I mean," I started. "I never told you, Dad..." I stopped, my voice catching. "You promise you aren't going to be mad?" That took Dad by surprise. "You already tell someone, Jim?" Not angry but holding his emotions in check. "Oh no, Dad, not that." Fuck, why couldn't I come out and say it? "It's Jack. He was the guy who took my virginity." I waited for a reply but Dad didn't speak right away and I couldn't read him. "Sorry," I blurted out. "Really." Tears were welling in my eyes but fortunately they weren't outright flowing. He gave me a playful punch on my arm, I think he was putting on a show of understanding even though it had to bother him. "No need to be sorry, Slugger. I guess I didn't see that one coming." "It just happened, Dad. I really wanted it and I guess Jack sensed that. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, maybe I shouldn't have told you. But I thought maybe he'd say something. And I knew you should know before telling him about me." Dad gave a thoughtful nod. "We'll work it out, Slugger, don't worry. It's sex. Men have needs. You do, I do, Jack does. If things get complicated, well that's life, huh?" "Yes, sir," I said. "You can say that again." Dad laughed, getting my joke. "It's been a tough couple of years for ya, hasn't it Slugger?" "Yeah, Dad," I answered, "but I wouldn't trade them in for anything, you know?" "I know," he said and stood up again. "Listen Jim, Jack and I are pretty serious. Depending on how things develop between me and him, it may mean you and I need to stop. But I don't want you to ever be a stranger, ever, you hear? I'm your Dad and you're my son and nothing changes that." "Ok, Dad. Can I ask a favor of you?" "Sure, son, what is it?" "If I'm ever acting like an asshole, let me know." He grunted. "You're never an asshole, Jim." "You know what I mean." He did, too. "All right. Same goes for you." ***** I wanted to get an early start the next morning, to beat the post-holiday traffic. It was still twilight out when Dad stepped out of his bedroom and walked down the hallway. Nude as the news, sleep still in his eyes. "All packed up?" he asked as he greeted me in the kitchen. I was almost done with my coffee. "Yeah Dad. Shoving off soon." His dick swayed and was half hard. "Got time for a goodbye fuck?" he whispered. This was crazy, but my dick responded immediately and I nodded. "Um, yeah." I thought he'd meant fucking me, but he turned around and backed his naked body toward me and grabbed my arms to wrap around him. I felt up his bulky, hairy mature muscle, the new Dad body I was starting to groove on, and nuzzled my face against his neck, smelling his manly scent. "Ummm," he hissed. "Better make it quick, Slugger. Not sure how long Jack will sleep in." The idea I was doing this behind Jack Grant's back turned me. Maybe it shouldn't but it did. I hurriedly unzipped and pulled out my cock. When I pushed into Dad's hairy crack it was wet, real wet. "You lube up for me Dad?" I groaned. "That's leftover. Jack fucked me late last night." It was a nasty thing to say. Particularly as my cock pushed into Dad's hole. It was looser, not as drumtight as usual. And inside he was even wetter, no doubt carrying the remnants of Jack's cumload inside. I growled and pistoned my cock deeper inside my father. "Yeah, Jim," he whispered. "Fuck me." God, I was turned on. It was always insanely exciting to have sex with Dad and the intensity never abated. It was dialed full-up now. Me pistoning as Dad stroked off in synch. I could feel us building up to climax together. I held on tighter, one arm around his chest, the other around his belly, and relished the sensation of his slick hot ass on my pumping rod. I could feel Dad's body tighten and his breath grow shorter. He was about to come and the knowledge pushed me closer, too. We came, hard. Me up deep in Dad's ass, Dad all over the kitchen counter. My father's white goo clinging to the cabinets and running down. My seed pooling out as I pulled my prick out of his now opened entrance. Dad wetted a couple of paper towels and used one to wipe me clean. Gingerly, he tucked me back in and zipped me up. "There, have a good semester, son." I was still short of breath. "Yeah, Dad. That's a pretty damn fantastic start." I caught my breath and finally said, "I'll be in touch." "Call me any time." We stood facing each other. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but instead I just gave him a quick hug. "OK if I get going?" I asked. He nodded. "Take care, son." I realized as I left that the house was eerily quiet. It was still 7 and a holiday in our quiet neighborhood. But I could see how things would get lonely for Dad now that we were gone, particularly once Jack shipped out. *** I gave Dad a text when I got back to my apartment at school, to let him know I'd gotten home OK. My housemate Kyle was still at home with his parents. Unlike the lonely quiet of the morning, I relished the peace and quiet. It gave me time to think and relax and reflect on my life. I poured myself a beer, turned on a dumb action film and enjoyed an evening all to myself. After a while I started to feel my prick firm up, and casually I reached into my sweatpants. As I touched myself, I grew from plumping to hard to rock hard. It had been over 12 hours since I'd fucked Dad but it was such an intense nut I thought that would have satisfied me for the day. I guess not. I pulled down my waistband, relishing the privacy of having the place to myself. My boner stuck up at a 40 degree angle from my abs and was even starting to leak at the tip. I thought of how much Dad leaks and if the trait was genetic. I rubbed my thumb at the head, smearing the sap around. God, I was horny. I wondered if I should be better about keeping my impulses in control, if that would keep me from doing the wrong thing. All the men I shouldn't have had sex with but did. Jack Grant. Mr. Bryant. Andy Pressman. My brothers. And of course Dad. At the same time I was a man and Dad was right. Men have needs. Sometimes I indulged those needs too much, sometimes not enough. "You're out of control, Jim," I said aloud, as I gripped my shaft and started stroking. Knowing that if the situation were right I'd be having sex with any of those men again. Sucking them. Fucking them. Getting fucked. They flipped in my mind, in succession. Their faces, their bodies, the memories of them. I thought of banging Pressman really fucking hard, till he moaned in the mattress. I thought of Jack getting a morning fuck off Dad, feeling the fresh muck I'd left inside my father before I left. I thought of mounting my brother Matt again, like in the hotel room, and then feeling our brother Paul's big burly cop body behind me, wedging his big dick in my hole and just powering forward, skewering me and making me the filling in a McGrath brother sandwich. My fat dick twitched and the pissslit pulsed, discharging a few heavy ropes of seed across my chest and soaking my T-shirt. "Fuck," I muttered and wiped my hand off on my shirt and pulled up my sweats over my spent but still firm cock. "Out of control is right," I thought once more.