Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2018 12:30:35 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 33 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. This tale continues to develop beyond its initial father-son focus. I hope some readers are enjoying the ride all the same. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Thanks to reader Cody for feedback on this and other chapters. For all the great work that the Nifty Archive does, please consider supporting them with a donation. 33 Fayetteville Fall 2006 I lay back with my calves resting on Sean's shoulders. He grinned down at me as he slowly worked his slick dickhead in and out of my hole, his fingers softly caressing the blond fur on my thighs. "Fuck, I almost came," he said in a sexy deep voice. "Almost nutted right in that tight hole." We'd been fucking for no more than two minutes, but my insides were singing with pleasure, the kind of intense pleasure I get from Sean Carter's prick pounding me. I felt like I could come any minute, too. It had been too many weeks since I'd been able to see this perfect man, and when I was able to snag a Sunday off in October, I was driving down from Norfolk to Fayetteville to visit Sean, right after my Saturday shift. I'd barely set my duffel bag down in the hallway when Sean met me in a deep kiss and guided me back to his bedroom. "First things first, Big Guy," he growled as he walked me backward, barely removing his mouth from mine to speak. "Gotta fuck that horny ass of yours." Absence had made my hole tighter, more constricted, but thankfully an extended rim job had me relaxing enough to take him. Sean ate me out with expert precision, then with a simple move he leaned up and placed my ankles next to his head and penetrated me. It was like we were picking up right where we'd left off in Tennessee. Sean pounded me hard and heavy till he had to pause before coming too soon. "Damn, this is intense," I said, as he slowly sawed his prick deep in me with micro-thrusts. "The angle of your dick in this position." Taking charge again, the sergeant major's upper body remained immobile but his hips just plowed forward into me, with rapid hard thrusts, punching his spike right against my prostate. It was like he wanted to see the reaction he'd get out of me, and it was working. My dick jerked up from my crotch. I hissed an intake of air and bit my lip as incredible waves of intense pleasure coursed through me. My reaction just egged Sean on, cause he kept at it, drilling me fast and deep, at that same angle. "Jimmy wants Daddy to take care of his g-spot, does he?" Getting fucked by Sean felt like getting possessed, full-body. I'd never been called Jimmy before, but the way Sean's fucking was making me feel left me no mental space to object. I couldn't take any more. My hand grabbed my dick and started pulling, eagerly seeking the relief of a cum. Only Sean grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. "Not yet, baby. Not that. Daddy's gonna take care of you right." "Fuck me Daddy," I moaned, feeling the exquisite torture of wanting to cum yet being driven to a high plateau by his jackhammer cock. He slowed his pace down a little without losing the strength of his fuck strokes. Leaning forward he stroked the side of my face before putting his thumb in my mouth. I greedily sucked it, which made him laugh for a second. "Good boy." He gave my face a gentle slap as he withdrew his thumb. "My Jimmy knows how to be a good boy for Daddy doesn't he?" I was at a fever pitch when Sean's hand touched my cock. I couldn't hold back, and heavy hot spurts of my liquid seed spilled out, first in a steady flow then pulsing in high spurts. Sean was five seconds behind me, his body pumping me through his heavy orgasm. I had a good feeling the amount of cum inside me matched my own load. I slowly lowered my legs and caught my breath. Sean's chest was heaving in excitement, too, as he leaned his 6'5" body over me in push up position and looked down on me, a smile on his face. "I've been thinking about that ever since you said you were coming to visit, Big Guy." He kissed me, solidly and possessively, and I half thought he was going to want to fuck again, right then. Part of me would have wanted that, too, but I knew I needed some recuperation time. Sean leaned up and I could see the perfection of his muscular build, his front covered in dark hair. His cock stood out, pulsing and dribbling the remnants of his seed, not erect but not soft either. He gave my hip a playful pat. "What do you think of grabbing a bite and a beer? I think we earned it." I agreed and went to clean off. "Nice place you got," I said after we got dressed. "Thanks. Yeah, one of the advantages of Ft. Bragg is the off-base housing." He stepped up to me, his figure towering three inches above me, and he met me in a soft kiss. "Glad you could make it down, Big Guy." *** We'd grabbed a booth at one of the bar-restaurants in town, and sat across from one another, unable to stop grinning. "You always take off your baseball cap?" he asked. I'd removed it and laid it on the table. "Not always. But Dad always made me remove my hat indoors, kind of drilled it into me, actually. Old habits, you know..." He pulled off his well-worn Georgia cap as well. "I guess I better learn some manners," he chuckled. Then, he added, "You cut your hair." It wasn't as short as I wore in college but it was a lot closer to that than last time Sean saw me. "Yessir, I thought I should go more clean cut for my job." I needed off season employment and had gone back to my high school employer, Mr. Kennedy, who ran a sports shop in Norfolk. He asked me how it was going and I caught him up. "I'm able to help out with the bookkeeping, but mostly it's standard retail. Mr. K agreed I'd help out during the holiday season." "Is the pay OK?" I shrugged my shoulders. "It's retail pay, but still pays better than single A baseball. Dad's been helping me out a little, and I'm real grateful for that." Dad had transferred to DC and had a place there. Eventually he planned to sell the Norfolk house but in the meantime I was living there alone, rent-free, and tending to the house. Our food came, and I teased Sean for getting a salad with his burger instead of fries. "Jesus Fuckin' Christ," he mock-groaned. "You 22 year olds think because you don't have to watch what you eat, the rest of us shouldn't either." It was true that my metabolism was amped up between workouts and conditioning. I felt a little bad for teasing the man but didn't want to back down too easily. "Ah, you 42 year olds like having us 22 year olds around." "43, but yeah, I do," Sean grinned before he took a bite of his burger. "When was your birthday?" "A month ago. September 12." "Well, happy birthday. Why didn't you tell me?" He gave a cautious look around but no one was in earshot. "I guess I'm still nervous you wouldn't want to date an old guy like me." "You kidding?" I felt both pissed off and sympathetic. Master Sgt. Carter had such a take-charge demeanor I hadn't considered that he might have insecurities when it came to dating. A thought nagged at me and I had to ask. "Is this what we're doing? Dating?" "I'm not sure, Jim," he said as he looked at me in an expression that was flirty but betrayed a deeper nervousness. "If you want that, then yeah." "Oh I want it." My words made him smile. That was definitely the answer he wanted. "I have a couple of friends, Kev and Joe, a couple. They want to meet you tomorrow if you're up for it." "I've love to," I said, popping a fry in my mouth. "Cool. I guess I've been talking a lot about you to them." "Yeah? Good things, I hope?" He nodded. "All good things, though I've left out a few details from the bedroom," he winked. It was a little surreal, but nice, hanging out with Sean in person. We'd had phone conversations. A couple of times a week while I was up in Lexington, and more frequently than that since I'd moved back to Norfolk. He'd come up to visit me that first week of September, and now I was seeing him in his natural element in this Army town. And it was like we were getting to know each other this weekend, like a first date almost. *** We sat on his couch watching an action film and holding hands like teenage lovers. Finally, he let go and leaned back against the cushions. "Here," he gestured with an open arm and I scooted back against his warm body, our heat radiating even through our shirts. The closeness gave me an erection and I'm pretty sure Sean was getting one, too, but we weren't in a rush to couple again. Even when his arm reached around and his hand started caressing my torso from my chest to my abs, it felt sensual and even romantic rather than I-gotta-fuck urgent. Finally the credits rolled and Sean grabbed the remote, flicking the TV off. There was a dim light from the kitchen but otherwise the living room was dark. "OK if we talk, Jim?" he asked softly, his hand back on my front, tracing lazily with his fingers. "Sure," I said. As someone inexperienced with dating, I dreaded moments like these. At least with Greg, it was never good when we "had to talk." "I know I come on strong," he said. His voice wasn't a whisper but it was soft, thoughtful. "Particularly with sex." "That's an understatement," I laughed. He laughed, too, and I was glad the tension broke a little. Sean just held me and was quiet, I got the feeling he was working up to what he wanted to talk about. That's was OK with me, I enjoyed having him spoon me and hold me like this. "Um," he started again. "You know, sometimes I can say crazy stuff when I'm fucking a guy. Kinda pervy stuff. I just want to make sure I'm not weirding you out." I had a hunch. "Have other guys been weirded out?" "Oh big time," he chuckled. "Have there been a lot of guys?" I asked. A stupid question to ask but it was on my mind. "I'm 43, Jim. So yeah, there have been a lot of guys. Some serious, some just for sex." His hand traced along the valley between my pecs, making my nipples grow erect. "A lot just for sex, actually. Either way, I sometimes scare guys off." "You been holding back around me?" I asked, leaning back into his hard body. I could sense him sigh excitedly. "Yeah, a little. But not much. Funny thing is, Jim, ever since that first night, I feel like I can be myself with you. Or say what's on my mind." "You can," I answered confidently. "You sure about that?" I hesitated for a moment. "Yes, sir." "You going to keep calling me sir? I'm an NCO, not a commissioned officer, and you're a civilian to boot." "It's not about your rank, Sean. I dunno, it's about respect. Respecting the man you are. All of you." My words poured out, then all of a sudden I felt embarrassed, like I was gushing. "I'll stop though if it bugs you." Sean pulled me closer to him, tight in his grip. He was definitely erect now, I could feel the hardness against my jeans. "Doesn't bug me, Jim," he said softly. "I'm honored a young stud like you would see that in me." His lips pressed softly against my neck and I felt my torso stretch into his grip. I was getting horny now. Sean's words interrupted my increasingly sexual thoughts. "What about you, Big Guy? Have their been lots of men?" "I've gotten around," I replied. "But I've only dated one guy before. With baseball, I have to be pretty deep in the closet." "Don't worry Big Guy, your secret's safe with me," Sean murmured as he undid my jeans and pushed his hands beneath the waistband. "You can slut out of Daddy all you like, and I won't tell a soul." "Fuck," I growled. Sean's hands felt good. Skilled. Those hands were pushing my jeans down now and massaging my hardon. "Damn, you're hung," he growled into my ear. "So are you," I said. Sean's dick wasn't as fat as mine but it was thick enough, and long. Already his fingers were gripping the waist of my briefs and peeling them down. Slowly his fingers traced up the length of my exposed cock, making it shiver and drip in his hand. "My boy's excited." "Yes, sir." The words hung heavy now, and even though I couldn't see his face I knew Sean was smiling. I didn't want to break the spell or the connection that was building between us. But I took a chance. "Sean. Can I can say what's on my mind, too?" That caught Sean off guard. I could sense the wheels turning in his head. "You been holding back with something, Hot Stuff?" I felt a lump in my throat I was nervous to say it but I forced it out. "I like it when you're 'Daddy' with me." He didn't answer. Instead, he shuffled behind me and I heard him undo his jeans, first he zipper then the rustle of fabric. As he embraced me again, his hard cock poked my crack, communicating his need. "Oh fuck, Daddy," I hissed. Sean's grip was tighter once more and his hips were giving little small mini-thrusts, positioning his rod deeper into my cleft. "You like this, son?" I moaned and bucked my ass against his crotch. I could hear excitement in his voice. "I said the magic word, didn't I?" "Yes, sir." Then, "Yes, Dad." "Fuck!" Sean exhaled, his accent coming out stronger. "Remember in Tennessee, son? You let me fuck you dry?" His penis was prodding the asshole Sean had relaxed just a few hours ago. I had a good sense of what he was angling for. "Yes, sir. If you go slow...." He breathed out excitedly. He pushed forward, and I felt that magnificent prick bore into me. Slowly, but insistent enough to get past my defenses. The friction felt uncomfortable as hell for a second but his pre-cum started making the entry just a little easier. Besides, I fed off Sean's excitement. I could tell he was REALLY loving this. "Ugh," he grunted as his dick cleared the outer ring. My insides were still wet with his seed from earlier and the rest of the entry was easier. Not smooth but easier. "Damn, son, you're so good to me." "Fuck me, Dad," I growled and all of a sudden that prick shoved in. And again. Sean couldn't hold back now, and was enjoying the full sensation of the rut. Arms wrapped tight around me, his thrusts heavy and strong. The saving grace was that the extra friction was going to get him off fast. And sure enough, after about ten strokes I heard him choking a heavy grunt of orgasm. "Fuck, Jim," he cried, unloading into my hole once more. "So fucking good..." We unpaired and I turned around and kissed him. I was not as hard now, the fuck had been too difficult, but I was still somehow turned on. He looked at me with a look of gratitude and concern, in between our deep kisses. "Oh Jim, baby, that was amazing." He rubbed my shoulder affectionately. "You got to tell me if I'm coming on too strong, or making you do something you don't want to do." I nodded, acknowledging that I would. "I like the way you push me outside of my comfort zone. In bed and out. It's kind of hot, actually." "Yeah?" "Yeah. For now at least. I think I've been looking for someone to do that." Sean maneuvered himself to sit up then stand. He reached down and pulled me up, too. We stripped each other of our clothes and made our way back to his bedroom. He had a big smile as we climbed into his bed. "I can't believe I lucked out meeting a guy like you. Whatever develops between us, that was just about the hottest sex I've ever had." I was now a little nervous he'd want to fuck me like that all the time, but I was genuinely happy I could make him happy. "I'm glad, Sean." He scooted down and started licking my cock. It had been shocked into softness by the dry fuck but now came roaring back to life in Sean's mouth. Particularly when he started bobbing up and down. All the while caressing my balls. "Yeah, Daddy, suck me. Suck your son." I felt free to riff off my incestuous fantasies now and the words came pouring out. "Show me how much you want it. Want your boy's cum." He was doubling his pace now, really going down on me, and I was feeling the pleasure in equal proportion. Roughly, I gripped his shoulders, at first to slow down the inevitable, then to encourage it. Sean blowing me, swallowing my ejaculation. It came heavy, too, with thick powerful jets into his suctioning mouth. He was getting better at swallowing my discharge but still had to rearrange the angle to keep from choking. "Attaboy," he smiled as he pulled off. "Hot fucking stud load." "You had me pretty worked up," I admitted as his body plopped next to mine and we kissed. We kissed and held each other's bodies. I could tell he was getting sleepy, and I was tired myself after the long day. *** We slept in the next morning, and after breakfast and a lazy morning, we got the motivation to hit the gym. It was my goal to gain both strength and size over the off season, and I'd been hitting the weights religiously. Working out with Sean was motivation, too. It really was incredible with how muscular his build was, and his trim waist meant he had more bulk than at first glance. It was a nice, warm afternoon and we had a nice lunch outside. Again, the conversation flowed naturally between us. I asked a million questions about Sean's military career, his unit, what was involved with his rank. He'd told me before he was Airborne, but I was now learning about the storied history of the 82nd Infantry Division. "When did you join the Army?" I finally asked. "18," he replied. "For all the wrong reasons, but it was the best decision of my life." I was intrigued. "What were the wrong reasons?" "To piss off my Dad. And to prove that I was a real man." He had a joking look on his face. "The first part worked. My old man was not happy when I came home from the recruiter's." "He didn't want you to join?" "He wanted me to go to college. But mostly he didn't like that I'd made the decision without his input." I felt like I was intruding into something very personal with Sean. "Sorry to bring it up." "Don't be sorry. I'm not proud of the way I acted at 18 but I don't worry about the past. I would have been less of a shit about it, but I still would have enlisted." "To prove you were a man?" I wondered about the second part of what Sean had said. He smiled but spoke quietly. "Man, I was SO messed up about the gay thing. Played football in high school but was freaking out by my attraction to my teammates. I thought the Army would straighten me out." "It didn't?" I half joked. "Maybe till I was 21 then I had my first experience with a man and decided I wanted a hell of a lot more of that," he chuckled. "I've learned to be careful but manage to live my life a happy and satisfied man." "I need to learn that balance," I said. "It gets hard hiding part of myself, particularly during the season." "I get that," Sean added. "But you need to do what you gotta do, Jim. It sucks that's the way it is, but you know that. Or if pro baseball's not worth all that, don't beat yourself up over leaving that either." "You think I should leave it?" My heart broke at the idea but I valued Sean's advice. He shook his head. "I think you should do what makes you on the balance happy. I'd never judge you for what that is." His answer gave me some relief. "I want to play ball," I said. "I do." *** We went over to have dinner with Sean's best friends Kevin and Joe. Both in their early 40s like Sean, both Army, though Joe was a commissioned officer. They were a cute couple, physically and in their personalities. Joe was the earnest one of the two, Kevin the outgoing funny one. I really appreciated the fact they accepted me as an equal and didn't treat me weird or different for being so much younger than them or Sean. Joe in particular took time to talk with me about baseball and Virginia and being part of a Navy family. If Sean hadn't been there I would have been into either of both of these guys. In shape, middle-aged and good looking, masculine men. But Sean's presence outshone them. My boyfriend was seriously hot and I had a strange pride that he'd chosen me to date, and to introduce to his friends. After dinner we enjoyed the cool evening on their back deck, drinking beer, cracking jokes, and telling stories. At one point Sean pulled out a cigar and started lighting it. I reached into my fleece vest pocket and pulled one out I'd brought. "You don't mind if we smoke?" I asked our hosts and started lighting up, too. I could tell Sean was surprised. He'd given me my first cigar. I'd smoked a few times since, not habitually but on occasion. I'd learned to like the ritual and had brought a couple with me on this trip. Sean looked over with an expression on his face, amusement and disbelief, as I leaned back and savored the smoke. We finally called it a night, around 9PM. Sean had to work the next morning, and I had to be heading back to Norfolk to work in the afternoon. I was glad to be heading to Sean's place. Sean and I hadn't had sex that day and I was starting to feel horny. Looking at him, hearing his stories, watching him smoke his cigar. He was hot and I wanted to do him bad. It had been weighing on my mind more, the idea of turning the tables, of fucking him, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. So when we got back to his place, he set down his keys and wallet on the entryway table and I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "I want to fuck you, Sean," I growled, kissing the spot between his shoulder blades. He stopped and stood rigid. "Uh-uh," he said. "I don't bottom." I thought maybe I could sweet talk him. I caressed his built torso and pressed affectionately against him. "Never?" Sean turned around, a serious expression on his face and exasperation in his voice. "Damn, Jim, I thought we established this from the start. I do the fucking." I stepped back. "We didn't establish anything." I was a little mad and hurt, on top of the horniness. "I'm crazy about you Big Guy, but you're not fucking me. Sorry." I felt crushed. Our first fight, so soon. I didn't want to back down and I knew Sean well enough to know he sure as hell wasn't going to. I could tell he was upset, too, which made it all worse. "Maybe I should drive back to Norfolk tonight." "You're not going back tonight, Jim," he sighed. "I'll sleep on the couch if you don't want to share the bed." "You don't need to do that," I answered, grumpily. We were quiet after that. We got ready for bed and Sean turned on the TV, the noise a buffer between us. What made it bad was how amazing his body looked, even half covered by the bedsheet. I was pissed at him, but I still wanted him. Finally he looked over at me. "You still horny?" I nodded. "How about a blowjob?" It was his peace offering of sorts, and though it didn't solve all of our issue, I was glad to accept it. I peeled off the sheet and revealed my erection. Sean blew me, and I took charge by being a little more forceful. Holding his head steady and fucking his mouth. I was keyed up and soon was coming, making him gulp and swallow my seed. He leaned up, purposeful look on his face, and crawled up to kneel in front of me. One hand held my head steady while the other jerked his rod inches from my face. A few strokes and his hot seed was spraying all over my face and neck. This was the first time having sex we didn't kiss afterward, but Sean handed me some Kleenex. After that we settled in for sleep. *** It was early, still dark out, when Sean woke me up. I wanted to be mad at him, but he stood at the bedside in his army combat uniform. The way he filled it out was amazing, and as I wiped the sleep from my eye he was the perfect sight to wake up to. "I gotta get going in a few minutes," he said. "You can sleep in if you want." I pushed off the bedsheet and sat upright. "No, I better head off this morning." I was nude to his fully dressed self and I got off seeing the way his eyes swept over my naked body, taking me in as if getting one last drink of water before heading out into the desert heat. "How much time you have?" He looked at me. Hopeful eyes peering out beneath his maroon beret. "Five, ten minutes tops." My voice had its morning hoarseness still. "Want some head before work?" I asked. "I'd love that," he smiled, unbuttoning his camo uniform pants and pulling out that perfect rigid cock. I slithered onto my knees and took him into my mouth. Sucking his bone and working my mouth up and down in a few strokes. I paused, wanting more. Spitting the prick out, I said, "If you want to fuck me instead, I'm cool with that." He nodded, and I could sense an eager intensity. Like he'd been thinking of that all night and all morning. He gripped underneath my arms and pulled me up. Our kiss was heated and passionate, from all the emotional intensity of our argument. This is what make up sex is like, I realized, feeding off our energy. Especially when Sean leaned me back down on the mattress and lifted my legs. A couple of quick squirts of lube on my hole and he was pushing inside me. This was going to be a quickie. Sean pounding hard and heavy into me, looking down on me, me getting off on the vision of him in his uniform, in full rut. "Come in me, sir," I urged. "Come in your boy's hole." That made him fuck faster. He leaned over and pinned my arms down and kissed me. Then he grunted in orgasm and I was getting my boyfriend's morning jism shot deep and good inside me. He angled up and pushed in and out gently as I stroked my self to completion. He was grinning as he extracted himself and stood back up, wiping off his cock before tucking it back into his uniform. I'm not sure I liked that grin, like he'd treated me like a conquest, but I had to admit the fuck was insanely hot. And Sean seemed genuinely happy and back to his previous self. "I'll call you tonight, Big Guy," he said, giving me a playful knock on the cheek with his fist. "Be safe on the roads." "Yes, sir," I said, shaking out the kinks from my legs and standing up. Sean gave me a wistful look then said. "Gotta go." And he was off.