Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2018 12:20:05 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 34 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This tale continues to develop beyond its initial father-son focus. I hope readers are enjoying the ride all the same. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Naval Tradition 34 Philadelphia Fall 2006 Sean lay on the bed next to me, his brow damp with sweat and his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Though we'd never discussed it, we seemed to be working on our staying power, and Sean and I had just had an athletic fuck lasting fifteen solid minutes of pure pleasure. We'd come at the same time, too, my seed spraying all the way up to my neck the very moment Sean's semen pumped deep in me. His fingers now traced along the jism on my chest as he looked over affectionately. "I'm head over heels for you, Big Guy, you know that, right?" "Right back at you, Chief," I said, using my newest nickname for Sean. Sean had come up to Norfolk Thursday night, a day before we were to drive up to Philadelphia. It was his second time visiting me in three weeks. The first time he'd been contrite for our argument. Not ceding any ground, mind you, but it was like he was going out of his way to make things good for me. And moments like this they were good. I might be disappointed my boyfriend wasn't open to bottoming for me, but the sex between us was really great. Mind-bendingly, toe-curlingly great. Chief was gonna take care of me. Sean looked over at the clock. "Got anything for a midnight snack?" It was 11:30 or so, and we'd worked up a hell of an appetite. I had the house I grew up in to myself now, and while it normally felt lonely, I know relished the freedom to walk around nude with Sean, our genitals sated and swinging softly between our thighs as we made our way to the kitchen. I had some leftover grilled chicken breasts, which we devoured, chasing them down with a beer. "You ready to meet my Dad and Jack tomorrow?" He nodded. "A little nervous, but yeah. You sure your father's OK with you dating a 43 year old?" "He's happy for me," I said, truthfully, thought with a nagging doubt in the back of my mind about what Dad actually thought, deep down. Dad and I had been talking a lot on the phone lately, and I was thrilled to be able to share the news that I had a real boyfriend. It had been Dad's idea to meet for the Army-Navy game. And I'd recently told Sean about Dad and Jack. "I can't believe your Dad's gay," he said now. "Bisexual," I corrected him. "Whatever," Sean said. "He's dating a dude. That's gotta be pretty wild." "Maybe it's in the McGrath genes." It's something I definitely thought about, given the bi inclinations of Dad and at least two of my brothers. "Here's to the McGrath genes," he winked, clinking my beer can in a toast. "I bet it's made coming out to him a hell of a lot easier." "That's the irony," I said. "I didn't know he was bi when I did come out. But, yeah, now I feel like he knows what I'm dealing with." We talked about plans for the next night. "I gotta warn you," I cautioned. "Dad's gonna give you ribbing for being Army. Probably Jack, too." "I can dish out any ribbing a Navy man throws my way," he said in his trademark cocksure manner. He even gave his ballsac a gentle unconscious tug as he sat on the kitchen stool. I laughed. "What?" he said, looking at me sideways. "I'm gonna have some divided allegiances for sure," I admitted. "I'm trying to figure out how to survive the weekend." Sean smiled and leaned forward, playfully ruffling my hair. "Aw, it's all in fun, Big Guy." He set down his beer then stood up again. "Wait right here," he said and walked into the other room. He came back with an Army fleece and ballcap in his hands. "Here," he said, tossing them myself. "I figure any boyfriend of mine needs some proper fucking attire." I caught them and chuckled. "I think this is first gift you've given me." Sean was trying to hide a smile. "Wanna try them on?" I slipped on the fleece, which fit my athletic body perfectly. Adjusting the cap, I put it on my head. "How do I look?" "Like a real man," Sean deadpanned. I rolled my eyes at his taunt but stepped into the adjacent hallway to look at myself in the mirror. "If my hair were shorter I'd look like an Army guy," I observed. Sean stepped into the hallway and appraised me and my reflection. "Get me some clippers and I'll give you a haircut." "You serious?" I asked, not expecting that response. "Eh, it's up to you," he said, taking a sip of his beer. "I like your hair as it is, but you'd look smoking hot with a high and tight." "I'm pretty sure my Dad has clippers around," I said. Then, looking at my reflection, added, "Let's do it." That's how I ended up in the master bathroom, nude and sitting on a bar stool, while Sean worked his magic with the clippers. As the hairs started to fall to my shoulders, it was like I was seeing a new me in the mirror. That, and the feel of Sean's hands on my neck, holding me steady, was incredibly sensual. By the time he was done I was erect. "Looking hot, Big Guy," Sean said, as he brushed off the stray hairs with a washcloth. "I think you're ready for Army-Navy weekend." "Yeah?" I asked, feeling the excitement of my transformation. Sean wasn't fully hard but his prick had filled out and hung out heavy from his hairy crotch. He gave me a playful pat and added. "Well almost," and with that he knelt down before me, placing his hands on my bare thighs. Sean started licking my cock and tonguing my fuzzy sac. "Fuck," I hissed. Sean knew his way around a cock, and I swear he'd gotten better at handling my size the more we'd done this. He sucked me off gradually, lovingly, and I savored the feel without letting myself come too quickly. I watched him giving me head, his short hair now a copy of mine. I looked up into the mirror and saw our reflection. Me, legs spread, hands on the back of Sean's head. Sean's broad shoulders and muscular back rippling as he bobbed up and down on my crotch. It was a crazy hot sight, and it had me ejaculating hard. The sounds of Sean sucking and swallowing just added to the moment. ***** Dad stood up from the restaurant table and met me in a hug. "Great to see you Slugger," he said in my ear as we embraced. Stepping back, he extended his hand and gripped Sean's hand in a firm handshake. "Robert McGrath." "Sean Carter, honored to meet you." He then turned to Jack, and shook his hand in introduction, "Sean." "Jack Grant," the lieutenant commander said. It was awesome to see Jack again, and I gave him a handshake in turn before he grabbed me into a friendly hug. We ordered our drinks and clinked beer glasses. "To a fun weekend," Jack said. "I'll drink to that," Sean chimed in. Dad started the get-to-know you phase of the evening. "So Jim tells me you're an Army man. Sergeant Major." "Yes, sir," Sean said. "Command Sergeant Major, 82nd Infantry Division." "Impressive," Dad said, with a facial expression that said he was truly impressed, "but you don't need me to tell you that." "Thank you," Sean said, politely. It was weird seeing Sean acting deferential to my father, since he was only seven years younger. But Dad outranked him and well, he was my dad. "And you're a Captain?" "Yes," Dad said, "Jack here's Lieutenant Commander, and due for a promotion any day." The men's conversation turned to military talk. Where they were stationed, and who they knew from the other branch. "I detect an accent," Jack said, in his way of understatement. "You from the south?" "Yes, sir. Valdosta, Georgia, born and raised," Sean replied. "What about you guys? Where are you from?" "I grew up near Boston," Jack said. "From an early age I was obsessed with boats and ships. When Fleet Week came in town, my Dad took me to see the ships and I knew then I wanted to join the Navy." Dad smiled and chimed in, "My father was a Navy officer, so I was born in San Diego and grew up there, before we relocated to Norfolk and DC." "Wow, Navy runs in the family, huh?" Sean observed. "And you got a son who's an officer." "Yep," Dad beamed with pride. "Matt's just starting, an Ensign serving in the Gulf of Oman." "Well here's to his health and safe return," Sean toasted and raised his glass. We toasted and then Jack added, "And here's to Jim's baseball career. I wasn't here for the draft but congratulations, buddy." "Thanks, Jack," I said, blushing a little. "Was he always into baseball?" Sean asked Dad. "Oh yeah," Dad laughed. "Since he was four and got a wiffle ball and bat for Christmas. His uncle, my younger brother Mike, played in the majors and was always a big influence on him." "Uncle Mike has been helping me a lot this last year particularly," I added. *** Sean and Dad seemed to get along real well, and when we went out for drinks, the two men got wrapped up in conversation, while I caught up with Jack Grant. "Glad you could make it back," I said to Jack. "Me, too," Uncle Jack said beaming. Though now that he was dating Dad I wondered if the Uncle nickname seemed appropriate. Hell, maybe he would become my stepdad. "Army-Navy game is like Christmas for me and your Dad. Probably Sean, too, I suppose." "Kind of feels that way," I said. Jack asked me all about baseball. Dad must have already told him a lot, but Jack seemed excited and impressed by my draft success and progress through the minor leagues. I asked him all about Japan. It had to be a really cool experience, seeing the world. "It's an awesome opportunity," he said. "I mean, most of the time, I'm on the ship or on base, but yeah, it's a different world over there." It was awesome bonding with Jack like this. He'd been part of the family for so many years practically, but now that he and Dad were dating it felt important to me that he and I got along well. Still, I had to address the elephant in the room. "Dad says he told you about, you know..." I couldn't come out and say it, not in this bar, probably not anywhere. It was a trip to even mention me and my father having sex, it was such a taboo thing. Jack nodded, an expression serious but not off putting. "Yes. Don't worry, you men's secret is safe with me. I swear." I felt a little relief. "I just don't want to mess up anything between you and Dad." He smiled. "Don't worry, Jim, you aren't messing anything up. But thanks. That means a lot to me." Another round of beer, then another, and the conversation flowed in various combinations. I found myself talking with Dad while Jack and Sean talked sports. "I've never seen you so happy, Jimbo," Dad said. "Other than Draft Day." "Does it show?" "Yes," Dad said. "Plus I know you, son. And I'm thrilled. You deserve to be happy." I decided to be candid. "I wasn't sure if the age difference would bother you." "If that what makes you happy, Jim, the man could be sixty for all I care." "Whoa, 43's enough," I laughed, and Dad laughed too. "It can be tough thing to toss into a relationship," Dad added thoughtfully. "But you'll figure that out, and work out how to deal with it." He paused, looking at me with paternal concern, and decided whether to say what was on his mind. He proceeded. "Tell me if I'm wrong, Jim, but I get the sense you really respond to an older man." "You're right, sir," I admitted. "I may be messed up, but that's the way I am." "You're not messed up, son." Dad admonished. "And I can't imagine any father would object to a man like Sean, 43 or not." His words warmed me. So much had happened in the last year that I felt more grown up now. Striking out on my own. I loved my dad and deep down yeah I still had a sexual attraction to the man. But I didn't need him in the way I did even a year ago. I had my own boyfriend now, one I was crazy about, and Dad was involved with a man who he considered his soul mate. ***** It was on the early side still, but Sean and I were buzzed from the drinks and we knew we had a full day ahead tomorrow. So we decamped back to our hotel room. "You impressed Dad," I said, peeling off my shirt and kicking my shoes off. Sean gave me one of his deadpan looks as he untucked his button-down shirt. "Oh, I know how to charm parents. It's one of my special skills." The man's wry humor, and the outrageous statements that challenged you to take them at face value, were growing on me. I started cracking up. "You do this often, meet the parents?" Sean undid his jeans and peeled them down. He was wearing boxers that day, and I was trying to decide if I preferred them or his normal boxer briefs. Truthfully, the man looked hot in anything. "You're hardly the first. Though sometimes my boyfriend doesn't want to bring home someone his Daddy's age." "I can see that." I enjoyed seeing Sean's eyes on my upper body as I continued undressing. I'd been hitting the weights hard and packing on more muscle, though the bulking meant I wasn't quite as lean as during the season. Still, I was proud as hell of my body and glad to have it appreciated. "Your Dad didn't mind," he said, half statement, half question. "No. He wants me happy." Sean shook his head in disbelief. "Your family's too perfect, Big Guy." "We have our issues," I said without elaborating. "Sean," I started, saying aloud what I'd been wondering, "You always date young guys?" He nodded yes, a twinkle in his eyes. "Any fucking chance I get. I like 'em young and tight. You got a problem with that, Big Guy?" he asked in mock confrontation. "No sir," I chuckled. "But serious question, Chief.... why me? You could score practically any 22 year old you wanted, I'm sure." Sean pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them. He was throwing hard, though his balls still swayed softly beneath his erection. "For starters, you're sex on legs Jim McGrath. I'd have to have my head examined if I wasn't making a serious play for you." He paused as I peeled off my briefs. I could see his eyes widen as he looked at my erection, in a harder state than his, poke right up. For a top, Sean seemed increasingly fixated on my cock size. His eyes came back up to look into mine. "And second, I guess it's your upbringing in a military family. You get the military thing, and that's an important part of me." He blushed a little and added softly, "Our sex was hot from the get-go, Jim, but those emails you sent to me when I was deployed... that's what made me fall head over heels for you." I stepped up to him and we embraced, our arms around our nude backs, kissing softly, romantically. I loved the hard feel of his body and the rubbing of his hard cock against mine. It felt manly and perfect, this connection we had. He gave me a quick peck and leaned back. Examining my face. "I take it you go mostly for older guys." "Yessir," I said. "I guess I'm wired that way. The one guy I dated wasn't much older but I think that's one reason it didn't work out." Sean nodded, understanding. But he tossed my question back at me. "And why this 43 year old? You're a friggin baseball jock stud, Jim. You can snap your fingers and get any daddy you want." "Some of it I can't put into words," I started. "I usually topped the guys I slept with, more times than not. And loved that. But I'd been starting to explore another side of me. Bottom, submissive, whatever you want to call it. And I met you and it clicked. Physically for sure, the way you're bigger and taller than me, but in bed, too. You know how to get me to like things I wouldn't normally do or like. Know when to push me and when to hold back." Sean's face was full of emotion. "I wish I could say I had a master plan, Big Guy, but it's just what I do. I like taking charge." I nodded. "Yeah, I get that. And it's fucking hot." My boyfriend smiled. "Shit, I think you were good and ready to meet a man to take charge. I was just the lucky bastard in the right place at the right time." I shook my head. "Nah, it's you, Chief. I like all of you. The way behind the take-charge sergeant major, there's a real vulnerable side. You don't like to show it, but it's there." Sean gave me a soft, tongue-heavy kiss, then stepped back. He picked up some lube from the bedside and pumped a good few squirts on his hardon and then sat on the bed. "I'm feeling super vulnerable right now, Jim. Why don't you sit on my cock and make me feel better?" "Asshole," I said, throwing back his taunt. But, yeah, his prick looked enticing just then. Hard and pulsing and standing up from his crotch at a rigid angle. I straddled his lap and our mouths connected once more. Less romantic, more in the heat of sex. I took my time but I lowered myself on his dick, feeling the hardness pulse and push inside me. It was a wonderful feeling. I felt full and alive with Sean. Part of me was nervous about baring my feelings with him, and I worried he'd try to get me to be some slutted out bottom guy I didn't want to be. But I knew I'd said those things because I wanted him to know. Wanted him to push me further beyond my comfort boundaries. He watched me intensely as I fucked myself on his cock. Up and down, slowly, as I worked more of his stick into my tightness. My ass was finally flush with his hairy crotch, his bone buried all the way in me. Sean wasn't in a rush but instead was stroking my upper body with his strong hands. "I got me the hottest Daddy's Boy in the country," he growled, pivoting his hips up to drive the last half inch into me. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered in his ear, holding on to his strong body with a tight grip. He complied, using his legs to rearrange our position so he could start thrusting into me. Sean knew how to fuck like a master. I just held on for the ride as I felt my insides singing in that odd familiar pleasure. "Aw yeah," he huffed, now pounding my hole. "This Daddy's Boy has one hungry hole. Jimmy doesn't even know how hungry it is, does he?" "No, sir. Show me how hungry it is. Show your boy, Daddy." With a leer Sean angled me up more, so my ass was off the mattress. He placed his hands on my shoulders to hold me steady. He withdrew his cock till it cleared my ring. He hovered his hips steady then pushed them forward again, so his cock breached me once more. But only an inch. Then he withdrew again, and after a half second violated my pucker once more. Then repeated. "Oh fuck!" I growled, overcome by the sensation. The penetration was always the most intense part of getting fucked for me, and Sean was now amplifying it ten times. Over and over he breached me, pushing past my instinctive tightness, as if it was a signal I needed to open up to him. The sensations didn't compare to the intensity of the look on his face, either. Staring down on me as I was overwhelmed by the feelings that were on the knife edge of being uncomfortable. But weren't. Yeah, Sean studied my face as I embraced my asshole as an erotic zone. I was so caught up in my own feelings that I was caught off guard by the spray of Sean's cum against my gaping hole, right before he plunged in. He was fucking me hard now to ride out his orgasm. I was almost there myself and thankfully Sean kept pumping, with fuller deeper strokes now. I wasn't sure he was going to go for a second nut, but he was definitely hard and definitely eager to keep fucking me. "I want you to do something, Jimmy," he hissed. I was in the pre-orgasmic head space to do almost anything he asked. "Yeah, Daddy." I assented. "I want my boy to edge himself." His dick felt wetter now pumping in my hole. "Sir?" Not quite comprehending. "Jerk off till you're just about to come, then stop short of the finish line." I nodded, and grabbed my cock. It ached in a good way, eager for my touch, for anyone's touch. Pretty quickly the pleasure ratcheted up inside me, a straight line from my cock to my balls and up to my pounding heart. Sean's pistoning dick made me even hotter. As I stroked, that invisible line inside me grew tauter, the feedback loop drawing closer. I was nearly there, my balls drawing up, my cum pulsing at the bottom of my urethra. "Fuck!" I groaned as I let go just at the last minute. Sean was still fucking me and the motion made my cock jerk three inches above my abs, dripping the clear seminal fluid all over my stomach. I was breathing heavy now, trying to manage the aching-pleasure in my body, knowing I wouldn't cum but wanting to so badly. "Again," Sean said simply once my wave passed. I slowly took myself in my hand once more. I timed each stroke to Sean's cock inside me. "Oh fuck, Sean, I love you." It probably wasn't the most appropriate time to say that, the first time I'd articulated those words aloud. I'd even been telling myself that we were being casual, not rushing anything, just enjoying dating. But in this hypersexed state, my unconscious spoke for me. "I love you, too, Jimmy," Sean replied without missing a beat. "I love my hot jock boy." Then pumping me still, he asked, "About to come?" "Yes, sir," I huffed. I was slowing down my hand now, knowing the faster pace would make me spray. "How many more strokes?" "I dunno. Three, probably." "Go for four," he said sternly. "Only four." I did, counting one-mississippi, two-mississippi. And just at the count of four I let go. I was whimpering now. "Oh God! Sean, I'm gonna... gonna cum." "No you're not," he barked curtly. His tone was sexy and was enough to push me over the edge into full-blown orgasm. But somehow it didn't. My dick quivered and leaked like crazy. I was having a mini-orgasm of sorts, only without coming. Sean kept fucking me, clearly turned on by my display. His breath was getting shorter, too, he was clearly starting to enjoy this. He didn't have to tell me the next time. Once the threat of orgasm passed, I was stroking myself again. Sean was thrusting faster now, making my job of holding off harder. But I did it. "I'm serious, Jim. I love you, Big Guy." His words went straight to my cock, and I had to let go once more. So close to coming this time. Sean pounded me harder, his voice catching on his own excitement. "This Daddy's Boy is ready to be broken in." It was nasty and pure Sean, and the words made me cum. Hands-free my cock spurted out my hot seed, all over my body, and Sean's body too. My orgasm made Sean toss his own head back and unload in me. Suddenly our mouths met, hot and needy, communicating the sexual and emotional intensity flowing between us. "That was hot," I breathed as we finally rolled apart, our bodies sticky and sweaty from the rut. "Sure as hell was," Sean sighed and looked over at me with a big smile. He grabbed my hand and held it affectionately. "Our one-year anniversary, Jim." I squeezed his hand back in acknowledgment. We got up and showered together, not speaking any words for the rest of the night. We didn't need to. ***** I was giddy the next morning. Half of it was the excitement of game day. But half of it was the milestone Sean and I had crossed. Saying the L word. Sean was beaming, too. As I roused awake I heard the key jostle in the hotel door and saw the army NCO walk in with two coffees and some donuts. "Cream, one sugar?" he double checked. "God, you're a lifesaver," I said leaning up in the bed and taking the coffee cup from his hand. I took a much needed sip. "What time is it?" "Quarter of ten," he replied, pulling up a chair to sit nearer the bed. "Get enough sleep?" "Oh yeah," I said. "Though I don't think I have the stamina for sex like last night on a regular basis." "You're 20-fucking-2, Jim, I'm pretty sure you have the stamina for all that and more." Sean got a dopey look on his face and smirked. "I'm sure you glad you had the balls to say it last night." "The I-love-you thing?" I was shyer now in the bright light of morning, though I meant it no less. "Yeah, the I-love-you thing." A big smile on Sean's face. "I'm not sure it was balls so much as having my emotional defenses fucked clear out of the way." Sean laughed. "Whatever it was, I've been wanting to say it but have been too chicken. I'm glad you manned up." I looked down at my coffee cup, unable to look Sean in the eyes. "You don't know I have any experience with this stuff, Sean," I started. Sean didn't speak right away, I think he realized I had more to say. I finally got the courage to look at him, and my heart just melted. "But man, this just feels right, you know?" Sean gave me one of his playful punches to the chin. "It does, Big Guy. For an inexperienced kid you sure know how to swoop a man off his feet." ***** We got dressed and met Dad and Jack for a quick lunch before heading down to Lincoln Financial for the game. Dad seemed taken aback when he saw me in an Army fleece and cap. "Did you kidnap Jim?" he said to Sean in a half-worried tone. "I used to have a Navy fan for a son." "Sorry, Dad," I said, feeling uncomfortable torn between Army and Navy this weekend. He winked and patted my shoulder. "Well, Army's gonna need as much cheering as they can get if they hope to win this one." "Oh Christ," Sean piped in. "Win four times and you guys get cocky." The game was a tough one for Army, though. They scored first but soon trailed the Midshipmen and a final offensive drive in the fourth quarter couldn't make up for the deficit. Dad and Jack were pumped of course, though they were good sports around Sean. After the game we lined up for cheesesteaks and soon were hitting the bars. The beer helped ease the sting of defeat, and after a couple of rounds, I could tell Sean was in a mood to party that evening. Dad and Jack begged off around 9 o clock and Sean and I sat in our perch at an out-of-the-way bar that was now starting to fill up with the crowds. It was great people watching and soaking in the energy. "I hope I wasn't an ass today," Sean said. "I really thought the Knights were gonna pull this one off." "You weren't an ass," I reassured him. "And I thought Army would win,too." Sean looked lost in thought. "Your Dad's a great guy. Jack, too. Awesome men." "Thanks." I wasn't sure where he was coming from with this, but I was thrilled the men I cared about in my life got along. "I was worried I was gonna dislike him." Sean's words took me by surprise. "My Dad?" He nodded. "You put him on a pedestal. And I thought, what the fuck, no man's that perfect. Navy Captain or no. But damn, Jim, he's awesome. I see why you look up to him." Sean was definitely drunk, but I was glad to hear his more candid thoughts. "I couldn't date someone who talked shit about my Dad." I was playful in my tone, but serious too. Sean smiled at my protective outburst. We nursed our beers and had a good time, feeling the buzz and the thrill of the crowd. The bar was filled with mostly Army fans, soldiers, and cadets, and that helped our mood. At some point I noticed. Sean was checking out a group of West Point cadets. Like seriously scoping them out. In another context I might have been jealous, but I'd been eyeing all the Army and Navy daddies the whole evening. I knew Sean had a keyed up libido and it was kind of fun to see it come out to play. I could see his lips curl into a sly grin as one of the cadets stood behind us, trying to get the bartenders attention. Sean turned toward him, gently placing his hand along the cadet's gray coat. Flirty but not over the top. "What are you having Cadet?" he said. "We'll get this round for you." "Oh I couldn't," he objected. "I'm serious," Sean insisted. "Otherwise you'll be waiting for ever." "Four Buds," he said. "But you don't have to, really." Sean flagged our bartender, who had been attentive to us all night. Sometimes it helps to be older, and not a West Point cadet, since the service thinks you're going to tip well. "Just get us the next round before you leave," Sean said handing him the beers. "You bet," the eager cadet said. "That was nice of you," I said after he walked away. Sean laughed and poked his finger in the middle of my chest. "You, young man, are gonna get your first taste of cadet pussy tonight." I chalked it up to one of those outrageous things Sean says, but as we sat talking I noticed his sightline in the mirror. Making eye contact with that cadet. I suddenly realized what he was doing. Reeling the haul in. It wasn't thirty minutes before the cadet elbowed his way through the crowd and tapped Sean's shoulder. "I, um, my buddies have headed on but I said I'd buy you guys a round." "Want to join us?" Sean asked. Matter of fact as could be. And the cadet jumped at the opportunity. I was amazed how easy Sean made it look. And I was starting to bone up now, taking in the close proximity of this young man. I guessed him a year younger than me, unless he had a good fake ID. Beefy young man, dark-haired good looks, ruddy cheeked, green eyes, with the baby fat still clinging to a hard muscular frame. Sean had reeled him in, but he was looking at me with heavy glances now, too. "You men active duty?" the cadet ventured. "I am. My friend here's a civilian. I'm Sean and this is Jim." "Brock," the cadet introduced himself, shaking our hands. We talked about Army's tough loss, about Philadelphia, about beer. Kind of normal stuff. But there was a subtext going on beneath the conversation. The subtext was keeping me boned. It's funny, I might not have noticed this guy had Sean not picked him out, but I had to admit he was hot. The uniform just added to his appeal. "We got some nice bourbon back at our hotel," I finally said, eager to see if we could get this connection moving along. Sean shot me a surprised glance. I don't think he'd expected me to take charge in seducing Brock, and I wondered for a half-second if I'd overplayed our hand. Thankfully, Brock piped up. "Sounds awesome." He was looking back excitedly between me and Sean, and there was no doubt in my mind he knew the score. Sean settled our bar tab as we pulled on our coats. Giddily we walked out into the cold and down a few blocks. I traded glances with Sean and he grinned back. We had never discussed having a threesome but it looks like this was gonna happen. Brock was between us, his overcoat a dead giveaway of his cadet status. Back in our room, we didn't even bother with the bourbon. Not at first. Instead, I stepped up and gave Brock a friendly half-embrace, enough to communicate my interest but not so much to offend him if I was misreading the situation. "Thanks for coming over, man," I said in a jocular fashion. Brock's deep young voice practically broke into a boyish laugh as he turned to me and our noses brushed one another, then we were kissing. Making out. Sean was removing his overcoat and uniform coat and kissing along his neck. Brock grinned and turned to Sean's side, kissing my boyfriend hungrily. Sean finally broke off and grabbed my head, drawing me forward into a tongue-heavy kiss. "God, you guys are so hot," Brock hissed, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his pants. We stripped down in short order and soon were entangled on the bed in various combinations, our nude bodies writhing against one another, kisses on bare flesh, sucking one cock then another. There had been no discussion of the bedroom agenda, but Brock seemed to have no objection as Sean and I took turns eating out his tight cadet hole. I was getting the impression the dude was younger than 21, closer to 18 or 19, by the way his taint and hole and crack had just a light dusting of fuzz and the rest of his body was fairly smooth. I could tell he was inexperienced yet eager from the sounds emanating from his mouth as we rimmed him. Those grunts and moans increased as Sean and I started fingering his hole in tandem. The teen leaned back and surrendered himself to the sensations. I pushed my finger into that hole first but quickly Sean had joined me. We first alternated our fingers strokes, applying more and more lubricant in the process, then we pushed in together. For something not involving our dicks, it was surprisingly erotic. My lubey finger next to Sean's, sharing this tight young hole. "God, guys," Brock hissed excitedly as he leaned his head back, half=drunkenly against the pillow. His teen cock was seriously boned and throbbing on his smooth belly. "You cherry, cadet?" Sean asked in his deep bedroom voice. Brock lifted up his head, lazily. "No sir, a high school buddy did me once. It was all right but I'm not sure it felt as good as it was supposed to." "Oh, you'll know when it feels like it's supposed to," I interjected. Sean was adding a second finger next to the ones already in his tight hole, making three. I could tell Brock found it uncomfortable but in a tantalizing way. We didn't rush it. I took some time sucking Brock's cock and licking up his side. Then Sean would go make out with Brock while I did ass-opening duty. Pretty soon the cadet was squirming and definitely ready to be fucked. "My boyfriend's pretty hung," Sean said as he stroked Brock's smooth and built chest. "I'll go first and let you get to used to it." "Aw yeah," he hissed. I wanted to watch Sean penetrate this near-cherry hole. So I did. The sergeant major was definitely a man on a mission when it came to cadet tail. Just the right amount of patience and insistence. Millimeter after millimeter of army cock pushed inside the young man's tightness. Brock hissed and at a couple of times clenched the bedsheets, but he took it like a man. And his dick didn't go down in the least. My recent argument with Sean had me wondering about sex roles. I wondered if there was anything to guys being "natural" bottoms or "natural" tops or versatile. Particularly since the either role seemed to be something you had to learn, at least to do well. The cadet here seemed to both a natural and a learned bottom. He clearly had the urge, the deep desire, to be fucked. Now that Sean was pumping steadily into him, Brock's body was responding with amazing openness to the act, his legs spread wide as the young man held them apart, his pale skin flushing red from the sexual excitement. It was like he was learning to be the sexual man he had wanted to become. I scrambled down next to Brock and started making out with him. Even in kissing he was more passive, letting my tongue enter his mouth and dominate him orally. It was a huge turn on. We pulled apart as Sean started thrusting harder. Brock could take it, and moreover seemed to love it. "That's what it's supposed to feel like," I taunted. Brock looked at me in shock, surprise at the sensations coursing through his body, and he nodded. "Oh God." He reached down to stroke his dick, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him. That made the man writhe more against the mattress, turned on and frustrated at the same time. It was too much for Sean, and I heard the familiar sounds of his orgasm rumble. He was getting a good nut in Brock, all right. And when he withdrew, that smug look of sexual contentment on his face, his cock was still dribbling its seed. We traded places, and I wasted no time. The cadet's hole was now loosened and majorly wet with Sean's load. I knew I was thicker than Sean, though, so I didn't just shove in, like I wanted to. I pushed in at a reasonable pace, not so slow that Brock's pucker would seize up, knowing my increased girth, but not so fast to make him uncomfortable. The pace did the trick. Soon I was buried balls deep in that snug, moist cadet hole. Sean's semen was copious and felt awesome around my cock. I knew I'd be adding mine to it, and the knowledge made me put more power into my thrusts as soon as Brock accommodated my size. "You like 'em big, don't you?" I asked as I started to fuck Brock at a good pace. He lay back and nodded. "Oh man!" Unable to believe the sensations of his buzzing prostate. A couple of times he let go of his cock to keep from coming before I finished inside him. It was a battle I was pretty sure Brock wasn't going to win. "I didn't hear your answer," I growled as I gave a deeper thrust. Sean's verbal nature in the sack was rubbing off on me. "Fuck yes," the cadet practically barked. "I love your huge cock." "You're getting it in spades, stud. Scored two bigs ones tonight." I looked up at Sean to communicate my excitement over this threeway-fuck. He looked on excitedly, not fully erect but turned on, even after his nut. "Man you guys are incredible," Brock said. "Fuck me. Fuck my hole." I fucked him, too. Faster and faster. "Don't worry, cadet, I'm here to take care of that hungry hole." Then a thought occurred to me. "Anyone you been dreaming of doing this to you?" He nodded. Jackpot. The kid had some long-running fantasy. "Who? Who you been holding out on?" "Colonel Stansell," he hissed. His hand hovered inches over his aching rod, as he did his best restraining himself from jacking off. "Go right for that officer dick, huh?" I sneered, working up pretty close to my own orgasm. "Why don't you jerk off imagining that Colonel Stansell has a fat nine inch cock pounding your hole." Brock was beside himself with delirious lust. My order was the permission he needed to grip his bone and tug it two, maybe three times before it started jetting spurts of young seed on his ripped abs and smooth chest. "Goddamn!" he grunted as he had what I just knew was the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn't even notice I was coming in him, but I was and good. Maybe it was an unconscious thing, but I swear my nuts were trying to pump out a load to outdo Sean's. Either way, the cadet's conquered hole was good and sauced as I pulled out. My lips met Sean's hungry for his affection, and we made out as Brock caught his breath. Eventually he leaned up and met us for a nice threeway make out session. I finally got up and fetched my bourbon bottle from my bag, then picked up a few plastic cups from the minibar area. "Gentlemen, I think that deserves a toast." We were in a jovial mood after, and it was fun to hang out with Brock, all of us nude in the king sized bed and sipping bourbon till two in the morning before the drink and sex and the day's excitement caught up with us. I assumed Brock would be heading back to his hotel, but when Sean said, "feel like crashing here, man?" our visitor readily agreed. We got ready for bed and soon were snuggling together under the covers. It wasn't my first threeway, but this was how threeways should be, I decided. ***** I woke up early. Sean was next to me, sleeping soundly and snoring softly. The spot where Brock had slept in our bed now was empty, but as I ran my hand over the spot, I could tell the sheets were still warm. It was then that I noticed the shower was running in the bathroom. A glance at the clock, which read 8:15, made me guess that our cadet had to be back to his hotel before the buses took off. I don't always wake up with morning wood, but I sure did that morning. I gripped my cock and gave it a squeeze. I looked over at Sean. I didn't want to cheat on him, but this felt like a continuation of last night. I slid out of the sheets, erection leading the way as I padded to the bathroom. Who knows, I though, Brock might not even be up for anything. "Hey," I greeted after I walked into the bathroom. "Mind I join you?" Brock looked past the beige plastic shower curtain and saw me there, sleepy except for my hardon. He gave a chuckle, probably at my horniness. "Uh, yeah, sure." I took the soap from his hands and started lathering his back. I generally focused on older guys and had a thing for their bodies but feeling Brock's tight muscle I could see the appeal and realize some of what drew Sean to young guys. Especially when my hands went around to the cadet's front, which was ripped from his abs to his chest. "That's nice," he whispered and I ventured further down. The teen was hard as steel. I soaped up his erection and stroked it gently. "You did great last night," I said, kissing behind his ear. I couldn't help it, I nudged my hips forward till my erection pressed into his soapy crack. He gave a soft laugh. "I didn't think I could handle your size," he said, "but it was great." I squatted down a few inches to line up with his hole. Last night's activity had loosened the young army man up and it didn't take much effort to press inward. Brock lifted his arms and placed his hands on the shower wall to brace himself as I entered. "Yes," he hissed. I was now running my hands up and down his back and reached over to turn off the shower, which was now spraying on Brock's head. I was feeling more and more friction, and not the good kind. It was chafing my cock and Brock was feeling uncomfortable, too. With perfect timing Sean opened the shower curtain. "Guys, you might want this." He had a bottle of lube in his hand and he handed it to me. I grinned, blushing a little and getting caught dipping my dick into the cadet hole once again. At least Sean didn't seem pissed off. Rather, he stood outside the shower and stroked his cock as he watched me lube up and enter Brock once more. The cadet was squirting a dollop into his palm and now was stroking off in rhythm to my thrusts, bracing his upper body now with just one hand. There were a few grunts of lust and satisfaction, but mostly it was a symphony of slick, squishy sounds. My prick pounding Brock's ass, Brock and Sean masturbating. I wasn't sure when Sean came, but Brock fired off before me, grunting excitedly as he had his second proper anal-driven orgasm. The tightness had me jizzing in no time, too, spurting my morning load deep into the cadet's bowels. When I pulled out my dick was still firm and I was feeling a rush. Looking over at Sean, he gave me a wink and flicked his own excess semen into the sink before washing his hands. He picked up a bottle of ibuprofen out of his toiletries bag. "I came in here because of my goddamn hangover," he deadpanned, popping a couple of the tablets and chased it with some water. "But thanks for the show." With that he padded back out to go back to bed, while I reached over to turn the shower back on to rinse off the lube and semen. ***** We were not even thirty miles out of Philadelphia when Sean had a knowing grin on his face. "What?" I asked. "I have to admit I thought you were lying about being into topping." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I was laughing more than pissed off. I guess getting laid that morning had helped my mood. He looked over at me and I think was trying to see if I was genuinely offended. He turned his eyes back to the road. "You wouldn't be the first guy I've met who really liked bottoming, maybe a little too much, and decided he had to prove himself." "You think I'm trying to prove myself?" He shook his head. "Nope. Can't fake the way you pounded that cadet. Fucking impressive to watch. I know my way around a pussy and even I was taking a few mental notes." I shook my head at Sean's crudeness. It's what I loved about him, but it was a bit much sometimes. A thought occurred to me. "So was this a test?" "Aw nothing like that, Big Guy. Listen.... honest to God, I feel bad I can't give you want you want." "You do give me what I want," I objected. "Not all of what you want." "No," I admitted. He seemed serious all of a sudden. "Jim, if you need to... want to top... you can fuck other guys." It was Sean's way of compromise, I knew, and it was one hell of a compromise. But this wasn't the direction I wanted us to go. "I'm not going to go around fucking other guys." He looked at me skeptically. "Tell me you didn't like that cadet pussy." "I loved that cadet pussy," I said, returning his crudeness. "But I liked that you were there, too." "I wasn't when you made your move this morning." I felt low. Technically I had been unfaithful, even if I'd justified it in my mind. "Sorry," I said softly. "I fucked up." "I'm not mad, Jim. You wanted to top, and you had some fun. It was Army-Navy weekend and I think we both enjoyed letting loose a little." I don't know that I expected Sean to be so laid-back about this, but it made me love him more. "Listen," he continued, "I know what real cheating is, but if it's no-strings and you can let some of that topping energy out, then..." He saw I was getting a little perturbed, so he stopped. "All right, I'm glad as hell if you don't need to, but if you ever do, we can talk about it. Deal?" "Deal," I said with resignation. Sean was right: he could sure be one stubborn son of a bitch.