Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2018 11:23:04 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 36 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Naval Tradition 36 Greece September 2007 Somehow I made it through the maze of Frankfurt airport in time to make my connecting flight. I was keyed up coming over to Europe for the first time and couldn't sleep on the first flight, and I ended up crashing hard on the connecting flight to Athens. I was groggy as hell when we landed and I was disoriented by the language, though thankfully the signs were in English as well as Greek It was my first big trip and while my logic told me things would probably go smoothly, a part of me worried. About missing a flight, not getting through customs, or losing my money. Worse, an irrational part of me worried Sean wouldn't be at the airport to greet me, for whatever reason. I'd gotten an email from him in Greece, so I knew he'd made it there all right, at least. Athens airport wasn't too bad, though, and as I walked through the security area, Sean was there, a sight for sore eyes. Tall, strapping Sean, dressed in a pastel polo shirt, khaki shorts and his Georgia baseball cap. Even beneath the brim of the cap, I could see the excitement in his eyes and the smile on his sun-weathered face. "Come here, Big Guy," he stretched his arms out for a hug and I practically rushed into his embrace. "Aw Chief, so good to see you." We hugged for a good minute then finally broke off, staring into each other's eyes. We wanted to kiss each other so bad, but that would have to wait. "You packed light I hope?" Sean nodded to my small carry-on bag, as I'd been instructed. He had just a duffel with him. "Yep," I said. "When's our flight out?" "In about two and a half hours. Want to grab a coffee before checking in?" I did. We caught up, and the excitement of being here and being with Sean perked me up. We started talking and it was like we were back home, almost. Sean had been in Athens for a day and a half already. "It takes me a good full day to start to relax," he said. Sean couldn't talk in specifics about his deployment but he shared a bit of what it was like. Thankfully he had a solid two weeks R&R, and when he told me in early August that he wanted to fly me over to meet him, I agreed in a heartbeat. Now, here we were. Part of me wished we were reuniting at home, and that Sean's deployment were over instead of at a halfway point. But I thrilled at the adventure of being in a foreign place, with Sean. We lost track of time and had to rush to the check in counter. The prop plane took us to our ultimate island. One of the small out of the way ones, I'd never heard of it before, but Sean came here regularly. As we rode from the airport to our lodging, I asked how he discovered this place. "The first time I came do Greece, I spent a couple of weeks island hopping," he said. "I fell in love with the islands, and I met this Australian couple in Paros who were raving about this place. So my next trip back I came here and fell in love, like it was my personal island." "I'm going to love it, too," I said looking out the car window at the scruffy and rocky landscape and the azure blue water. "I already do." *** Sean was on a mission once we were checked in and in our room. I started to walk toward the window and balcony to check out the view but I was stopped by Sean's right arm hooking around my waist and pulling me toward him. "First things first," he growled and guided me toward the bed. I got the idea and started stripping, plopping my nude body back on the bed, spreading my thighs and showing off my erection. I'd been thinking about this the whole flight over. Hell, I'd been thinking of this the last four months. Sean was naked even quicker than me and already retrieving some lubricant from his bag. He flipped the cap and did a world record quick grease job on his rod before crawling onto the bed to join me. Our lips met, and it was like electricity between us. Sean moaned into our kiss as he scooted up and knocked my thighs wider to make room for himself between them. One more quick peck and he leaned up and hoisted my legs up. "This one's gonna be hard and fast, Big Guy," he hissed, placing his cock at my pucker. "I'm backed up with an eight day load." I would have been happy with some foreplay, but I was in a hypersexed state myself and knew I'd be OK without. I nodded. "Fuck me, Chief." His prick hovered right at my entrance, steadying its position and prodding gently at first to push past my ring. I looked down at our connection, down Sean's amazing bod and to the hairiness of his crotch. His eyes were downcast, too, watching his dick pressing into me. We looked up at the same time, into each other's eyes, just at the moment when Sean really breached me, pushing past my constricted outer ring and a good three, then four inches into me. "Goddamn, Jimmy," he huffed. "You've gotten tighter in four months." More cock thrust into me. Sean was real impatient this time. "Ooff. I haven't had Chief around to break me in," I said. No rest, no pause to let me get used to him. Sean was outright fucking me now. "Gonna break you in again this week." He gripped my legs tighter, using them for more leverage, as if he needed it. "Gonna pound you a new hole, Jimmy boy. You're gonna fucking be leaking my cum all fucking week." He thrust faster. "Like an off-base whore." "Damn, Chief," I exclaimed, hovering on the edge of discomfort and supreme satisfaction. It was intense but at that moment I relished every bit of Sean's strength. He fucked me with the power and vigor that you'd expect from a military man of his size and experience. "So tight," he huffed. I ran my hand up his flank, encouraging him. "That's it, Chief. Blast that eight day load up my hole. Fucking flood my guts, sir." He nodded, unable to speak but letting me know he was cumming. A grunt was all he let out at first, then a whimper and a sigh, as he his body went rigid seven and a half inches into my bowels and spurted shot after shot of soldier jizz into me. It was insanely hot, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to get to the finish line. I grabbed my prick and started jerking it, fast. The first shot felt like pure relief. Shots two, three, and four brought more and more pleasure, a cascade of an orgasm that nearly matched Sean's in intensity if not quite in liquid volume. We laughed as we uncoupled. Part of it was happiness at being with one another and the comic nature of our over-the-top lust just then. But honestly I think our heads were swimming in postcoital endorphins that made us giddy. Playfully Sean pulled me up and guided me to the shower, where we lathered each other's bodies and rinsed off together. I reached back to feel my now stretched hole. "I think you're right about me leaking your seed all week," I said, feeling around for any sperm oozing out. I'd cleaned the bit that had clung to the outside and just inside my pucker, but I knew I had a hell of a lot deeper inside me. "Eight days, huh?" Sean laughed. "I didn't think any human could hold off that long. It was worth it, though," he said giving my butt a slap as we toweled off. He wrapped his towel around his midsection. "Now that we got the important stuff out of the way, why don't we check out the view?" I wrapped my towel around my waist and followed him to the balcony. We had a perfect view of the old city, with the whitewashed walls. The afternoon sun was getting lower in the sky and I knew we had some awesome sunsets ahead of us this week. "Welcome to paradise, Big Guy." "Jesus, Sean," I said, blown away by it all. "This is incredible." He seemed pleased with my response and he placed his hand affectionately on my bare shoulder as we took it all in. After a minute, he gave me a gentle tap with his fingers. "How you doing, Jim? Need some food in you?" "Um, yeah," I said, realizing my stomach was grumbling now. *** It was between meal times for the Greeks, but we found a taverna that brought us some small dishes with our drinks. Sean insisted we start with ouzo, which I'd not had before. I winced as I drank it. "God, people drink this stuff?" I whispered. I didn't want to be obnoxious or disrespectful, but I guess I wasn't expecting the sweet licorice taste. I did make myself finish it, and then we switched to beer, which hit the spot. I was impressed that Sean was able to speak some Greek with the hotel proprietors and the wait staff at the restaurant. "When did you learn to speak Greek?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really speak it," he said. "Just the basics. Picked it up by coming here." He popped some bread into his mouth and chewed and swallowed it quickly. I think he was a little hungry, too. "I'm actually pretty good at languages, for someone who sucked at school." "What else do you know?" "Fluent Spanish," he replied. "And a smidge of Arabic." I must have had an incredulous look on my face. I'd taken two semesters of Spanish but it didn't stick. "I don't know," he added, "I just seem to pick it up." "Man, that's awesome." I felt bad for being surprised, like I was doubting Sean's intelligence or looking down on him for not going to college. Thankfully, the man didn't seem to have a chip on his shoulder. We were finishing out third round. The beers were light and much smaller than the pint or bottle amount you'd normally get in the US, but we were drinking on a not-full stomach and after my long night and day of travel. I was starting to get a nice, little buzz going. Sean polished off the last of his glass and nudged my knee. "How you holding up, Big Guy? Dinner won't be for a couple more hours. Can you hold off?" "Yeah I'm good," I said. "Getting a second wind actually." It was true. The sea air and the excitement of being in a new place, plus the thrill of being reconnected with Sean, were energizing me. "I know a place with an awesome view of the sunset. What do you say we get a drink there?" "Lead the way." The first taverna was cozy, tucked away in a little alley-like street, but the second place we went indeed had a killer view. We leaned back with our beers and took it all in. "To Greece," Sean toasted and we took our sip. I looked over at him. "Man, if I weren't in love with you already, this would be one surefire way to seduce a guy." Sean chuckled. "You know, as much I liked having this paradise to myself, I always wanted to bring somebody here." I felt super emotional at that point. "You never have? I always assumed.... you've had serious boyfriends before." "It never worked out. My ex Jason was going to meet me here in the middle of my tour, kind of like we're doing now. But we broke up right before I went off." "Jesus," I said, being unable to imagine a guy breaking things off right before a soldier's deployment. "The fucker." Sean grinned at my outburst. "Aw, I was probably as much to blame in that, but yeah it sucked." He lifted his foot up and nudged my calf playfully. "You know, that's one thing I love about you, Jim. You wouldn't break off with me like that, would you?" "It's hard to imagine breaking up with you period," I said. "But I sure as hell wouldn't give you another thing to worry about on your tour." Sean was smirking, and I felt like he was mocking me. "No, Sean, I mean it. I'm serious." "I know, Big Guy. That's why I'm smiling." He looked at me for a second, then said. "Damn, Jimmy, I'm so glad you came." "Me, too, Sean," I said. "Thanks for bringing me." *** The next morning I slept in and woke up to the beautiful sight of Sean sitting on the veranda in just a pair of his Army PT shorts and some sunglasses. He was drinking his coffee and reading a book. He definitely found time on deployment to stay in perfect physical condition. For a man as naturally big as him, it was remarkable how toned he stayed, from the tight yet big, muscle to the trim waist. He looked great for his age, and looked great in general. Like he could be a model for a men's fitness magazine. I got up and pulled on a pair of my shorts and joined him. "Good morning," I greeted in my froggy morning voice. "Morning, Big Guy. Sleep OK?" "Like a lamb," I said. "Now I'm starving. Is that all breakfast is here?" A tray of two pastries, a small cup of fruit salad, and some OJ and coffee were laid out on the table. Sean laughed. "Fraid so. Don't worry, Jim, we'll go out for more." I pulled up the chair and bit a huge bite of the croissant. I looked out over the water, with the whitewashed houses of the town just across the way. "Fuck!" I grunted. "This is beautiful." Sean smiled. I could tell he was glad I was liking the place. I could see the silver flecks in his hair even more in the morning sun and I was struck by how handsome he was with them and the tan. If his body seemed to make him look ten years younger, his face had aged more in the last few months. The stress of combat, or maybe just time marching on, I thought. Then I remembered. Today was Sean's birthday. I took a sip of coffee and got up quickly, going over to rummage through my bag. I pulled out a gift, the wrapping paper crumpled. Sean wondered what I was doing and when I walked back excitedly, he realized. "Oh man, you didn't," he groaned. I nodded. "I know you said no presents, but Happy Birthday, Chief." He shook his head in feigned annoyance, but I could tell by the smile he was touched. He ripped off the paper. "A Georgia jersey," he said, happy for the gift. "Look more closely," I instructed. Sean's eyes lit up. "Fuck, it's got Matthew Stafford's autograph!" He looked up at me. "How did you get this?" He beamed like a kid at Christmas, not a gruff 44 year old Army officer. I smiled, happy at his reaction. "One of my teammates went to Georgia and is good buddies with Stafford." "Damn, Big Guy," Sean said, "Come here. Give your man a birthday kiss." Our lips met, softly, then Sean's tongue slipped inside. *** We held off on sex that morning. I offered Sean a birthday blow job but he said he'd take his present later. "You know, Jimmy, I'm gonna want more than a blowjob," he taunted me with a wink. "Besides, my growing boy's hungry. Let's go out and get some more food." The town wasn't big but it was fun to explore it in the morning when it had a different energy than at night and when the white walls of the buildings shone brightly. We had some food and more coffee and wandered around. There was a neat cemetery at the top of the hill with a great view of the sea. We took our time but around 11 Sean turned to me. "What do you say we hit beach?" "Sounds awesome," I said. Back in our room we changed and I'd barely slipped on my board shorts when I saw that Sean was wearing a much smaller, tighter lycra navy blue swimsuit. It was square cut so not super small but it was definitely hugging every inch of his mid section. "Whoa," I said. Not in disapproval, but I wasn't expected Sean to be wearing something that small and revealing. He stood in his normal proud Army posture, hips set forward, chest out. "What? It's Europe. You should see what the German tourists wear," he said. "You like it?" I nodded. Sean looked incredibly hot in the suit, the way it accentuated his bulk and showed off his tight abdomen. "Hell yeah I love it. I'm gonna be distracted on the beach, but I love it." "Good," he said. "I picked one up for you in Athens as well." He dug in his bag and tossed me a pair of brighter aqua trunks. "You want me to wear these?" I'd always worn baggier trunks. "Hell yes I want you to wear those." It was the return of Bossy Sean. "Damnit at least try them on, Jim." I untied my shorts and let them drop and stepped one leg after the other into the trunks. They were snug as hell but the right size. Unlike Sean's they were not square cut but rode up in their cut to frame my furry thighs. They weren't quite Speedo skimpy but they pushed my cock and balls into a sizable mound and framed my ass. "Damn, Jim, you look so hot in those." Sean could see my hesitation. "Come on, Big Guy, wear 'em for me. It's my birthday." "All right," I relented. Thing was, after about a half hour on the beach, I was feeling comfortable in the trunks and liking how they showed off my body. Sean's body was taller and bigger than mine and was an inspiration in all kind of ways. His was the body I boned for, a daddy bod packed with muscle. But I knew I had the youth and the tightness that Sean lacked, and that he loved my build. It's why we were matched so well. Sean was careful to make sure we were putting on sunscreen regularly. "We got all week at the beach," he said, squirting out lotion and rubbing it into my back. I didn't let things get out of control but my dick did plump up anytime he touched me or when I'd look over and see his hot body reclining in the lounger, reading his book. Sean took a dip in the water and I followed suit, enjoying the mild temperature. His suit clung even more to his ass and crotch as he got out and I felt my heart flutter a bit. As the afternoon came, Sean turned over to me. "Wanna head back? I want to cash in on my birthday present." I nodded. Once back in our room we set down our towel and things. I stood in front of him, hands on my hips and proud of the way Sean's eyes ate up my nearly naked body. "You look fucking amazing in that swimsuit, Jim." He hooked his thumbs in his trunks and peeled them down to show off a lengthening cock. "You make turning 44 a hell of a lot easier." Now his dick swung a little and popped up into a boner, growing more rigid by the second. I started to follow suit and remove mine, but Sean told me not to. "You want a birthday blowjob?" I asked, unsure of what he was angling for. "Un-huh," he shook his head but didn't clarify. Instead he stood before me erect and slowly took a couple of steps forward. "What then?" Sean arched his eyebrow and I had a good feeling what he was wanting. "You want to take me dry?" I asked, guessing his favorite thing to do. I probably didn't communicate enthusiasm in my voice. He nodded now. "Pretty please? For the birthday boy?" "All right," I caved and Sean stepped up wrapping his arms around me. "That's my boy," he growled, meeting me in a hot kiss. We made out and I had to say that Sean's kisses had a way of melting a lot of objections. I was getting horny when Sean's hands on my waist turned me around. He didn't take off my swimtrunks but just pulled down the backside to expose my crack. His prick felt hot and heavy as it nudged its way to my hole. Sean's arms embraced me and his warm hairy chest pressed against my sticky back as he kissed the top of my head. "I love you, Jim." "Love you, too, Sean." His hands caressed my front until his attention turned back to my ass. He squeezed his rod and the precum sap flowed out and kissed my pucker. Between that and the day's sweat, that was all the wetness I was going to get. "Daddy's coming in," he announced in a low voice and I felt my man's cock press into me. Not a shove but Sean was taking my hole in a no-nonsense way. It stung a little, not too bad, but this fuck was going to be for Sean, not me. He didn't fuck me fast but he fucked with strength. He seemed to savor each out stroke before powering back in. I knew he was loving it from his sighs and breathing. The tightness and friction tended to really work for him and this was no exception. Not even one minute from entry, Sean was coming, really hard, right inside me, as his breathing grew fast and heavy. His hands held the outer part of my upper arm and his head and upper body collapsed against me as he orgasmed. "Oh, God, fuck, that's good," he sighed. Lightheaded, even, he stepped back, his dick popping free, a small pool of oozing sperm dribbling out at the tip. "Good?" I asked turning around. The dry fuck wasn't good for my physical pleasure, which is why I didn't want to do it often, but it was a turn on that Sean loved it so much. "The best," he nodded. "An awesome birthday present. Seriously, I loved it." My pleasure had to wait a bit, as Sean and I made out on the bed, then he crawled down and took me into his mouth, giving me an amazing blowjob that had me shooting in no time. Sean leaned up with a grin on his face and met me in a kiss. Immediately, my own cum flooded my mouth. We'd never done this trick and it was hot. I pushed it back, and Sean savored it before returning it to my mouth. I think we each ended up swallowing some of the load. "Always wanted to do that," Sean said with a smile as we finally broke apart. *** On day three of vacation, we had the second argument of our relationship. It started innocently enough, talking about our high school days. Sean had been on the football team, which was a really big deal in South Georgia. He had the genetics and build for it, but realized he lacked the talent and probably drive to play college ball. "I wasn't cut out for college either. Dad was pissed at me for not going. I didn't even apply. But he didn't even finish high school." I chimed in. "He probably just wanted you to have it better than he did." Sean acknowledged the idea but seemed dismissive. "Sure, I get that. But it wasn't so much that he wanted me to go to college. It was the way he lorded my lack of school ability over me, like a goddamn hypocrite." "You ever think about patching things up with him?" I asked. "After all, you only have one Dad." Wrong thing to say. Sean's bitter tone grew hostile. "We can't all have fathers like Robert fucking McGrath, so I don't want to hear your lectures Jim." I felt hurt, both in the way he patronized me and in his snarling tone about my dad. My instinct was to cut back with a biting comment, but I checked myself. Instead, we lay on the beach, silent, just the sound of waves lapping. This should be paradise, but at that moment it felt like hell. All of a sudden I dreaded being stuck the rest of the week with Sean. But after an hour he calmed down. His normal MO was to deflect an argument rather than address it. This time, though, he sounded thoughtful as he broke the silent treatment. "I'm very sorry Jim, I shouldn't have said that about your Dad. I admire the hell out of the man, you know that." Fuck, that melted me and my defenses. "Oh Sean, I know. I... sometimes I don't know what it would be like not to have someone like Dad supporting me. I was being an asshole." He shook his head. "You were being sensible. It's just, you know, I can't see me and Dad smoothing over our differences." As if on cue, storm clouds started developing in the horizon and threatened to roll in. "Would you believe," Sean laughed, getting the irony, too. "Back to the hotel?" I asked. Sean nodded and started gathering up his towel and bag. "Some afternoon sex?" he asked impishly. The argument definitely behind us. Rain started falling as we were twenty paces from our place, and by the time we got to our room the heavens opened up. "That's September in Greece for you," Sean said, looking out the window with a glee in his eye. I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his burly body, feeling the warmth and the sunscreen stickiness. "Mmmh," he murmured as he leaned back into my embrace. "Should we shower the lotion and sweat off?" "Up to you," I said. I was getting hard and would have been down for some dirty sex. "Let's take our time," Sean winked as he turned around and kissed me. He started walking me back to the bathroom and soon we were stripping down our trunks and freeing our cocks and stepping into a nice warm shower. We made out and it was incredible. Slowly, but each man hungry for the other. I got to explore every inch of his magnificent body and he seemed to relish touching mine all over. We dried off and got into a 69 on the bed, then a mutual rim in that position. Sean lowered my legs and started kissing up and down, licking the fur and the flesh of my calves and thighs and sending my hardon into overdrive. When we flipped around I made love to his chest, licking the nipples, sucking his arm pits and tongue the ripples in his abs. We were panting and excited as I leaned up over him, cock to cock, chest to chest. "You OK taking this slow, Jim?" Sean asked softly. "You're killing me, Chief," I laughed. "But it's good. Better than good. Awesome." We kissed again. Sean rolled us over and got on top of me. I wondered if he was going to fuck me missionary right then and there, like he sometimes did when he got horny. But instead he looked into my eyes with a quiet intensity. "I want to share something with you Jim. It's very personal and I've never shared it with anyone." "Sure," I agreed. "I don't know what you'll think of me," he wavered. Just fucking say it, I thought. Thankfully I don't always say what I'm thinking. "It's up to you whether you want to share," I said, more reasonably. "But you can trust me, Sean." His eyes looked a little moist with emotion. "I, um, when I was younger, I was sexually attracted to my Dad." "Wow." I'm not sure which secret I was expecting Sean to share, but this wasn't it. "Really?" My surprise came off the wrong way. "Yeah, it's fucked up. I'm fucked up." Sean plopped down on the bed next to me, on his back, looking up at the ceiling. "I shouldn't have told you." "Come on, Sean," I urged. "There's nothing fucked up about it. You know I get off on the daddy thing." He looked at me, grateful I hadn't freaked out. "Well, it's one thing to go for daddies, another thing to go for your real Daddy." I wanted to level with him, and tell him about me and my Dad. But I was still surprised by Sean's revelation and not sure I could reveal my incestuous experience. I decided to meet him half way. "I have a thing for my real Dad, Sean." He looked annoyed. "Come on, Jim, you don't have to try to make me feel better." I held my ground. "I'm not trying to make you feel better. I have a thing for Dad. I have since I was a teenager." He examined my gaze to see if I was on the level. "Holy shit, you do," he finally said. "Yep." It gave me a thrill to admit this to someone, particularly to Sean. My heart pounded double time. "Well, your Dad is smoking hot," he growled in his sexy voice. "I'd do him." "Hotter than your Dad?" I was still a little uncomfortable talking about me and Dad and wanted to put the attention back on Sean. "When I was younger, God, he was hot. Strong, blue collar bull of a man, tall as me with broad fucking shoulders." Sean was really reminiscing now. "I had my first come jacking off thinking about him, it was intense." "I bet," the incest talk was getting me short of breath. "Even now, the man's in his 60s and he still looks great. It's fucked up but I sometimes think about blowing him." "I'm a little surprised. You seem to go only for young guys." "Weird, huh?" Sean said. "I think maybe since I can't have Dad I've enjoyed becoming Daddy for another guy." "It pushes my buttons big time," I said. We didn't always work Daddy talk into sex but when we did it was great. We kissed again, and it was almost as if our lust passed from one person to the other, building up like a rolling snowball. Sean scooted his naked body up till it pressed against mine. "Jim," he said quietly. "Can we jerk off together? You know, maybe talk about our Dads?" It was a simple request and yet crazy hot and taboo, too. "Fuck yeah," I hissed and reached over for the lubricant. That's what we did. And we actually didn't last long. We took turns, Sean then me saying some detail about our father's bodies that turned us on. Sean: "Dad has a real hairy chest, and I used to love how the hairs would show over the collar of his shirt." Me: "My dad's always had this amazing power chest, the way his pecs are like plates of muscle sticking out from his torso. So hot." Sean: "His forearms. Big meaty arms. When I was young they reminded me of Popeye the way they'd bulge out from his shirt sleeves. Me: "The silver in his hair. It keeps growing in, too." Sean: "My dad's ass. Real strong meaty ass." We were getting closer now. I then said, "Dad's got real big guns. I sometimes think about those powerful arms holding me steady while he fucks me." Sean's eyes grew wide and he grunted loudly as six shots of his jizz fired up on both of our bodies. It triggered my cum, too, to join his. Our mouths connected softly and Sean gave a wry smile. "That was hot, Big Guy." "Yes, sir," I said, sighing contentedly. That afternoon it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. *** The next day the weather was gorgeous again and we were out on the beach. It was a beautiful lazy day, both of us reading and dozing in the sun. In between we'd take a dip in the water. Then repeat the process. I hated to break the spell but it was weighing on me. Being dishonest with Sean. "Sean, I wasn't exactly on the level with you yesterday," I started, nervous as hell. He looked at me through his sunglasses and it took him a second to realize what I was referring to. But he did. "I knew it. I knew you were just trying to make me feel better." Not angry but definitely perturbed. I held my hand up to stop. "No, Sean, I mean, that part was true." I looked around to make sure we were absolutely alone on the beach. "But it's not the whole truth." "What do you mean?" My body was shaking a little. "Dad and I have, uh, well, we've had sex." I blurted out before I lost the guts to say it. Even behind the glasses I could tell his eyes widened. "When? How?" "It started my freshman year in college. First blow jobs, then we worked up to more. It was actually pretty intense between us for a while, but we cooled it off some." He shook his head. "I don't know whether to believe you." "Have I lied to you before?" "No but this is... wow." "Yeah, it felt pretty 'wow.' Still does when I think about it." He seemed be believing me more. "When was the last time?" "Over a year ago. Then Dad started dating Jack, and I started dating you." I thought Sean might be mad or freaked out or jealous, but instead he gave a soft whistle. "Damn, Big Guy, that's pretty fucking hot." I smiled, feeling the tension relieved. "You OK with it?" "I never thought I'd meet a guy who'd really done it." "I guess it's pretty rare. Especially since it's been a mutual attraction with me and Dad." Sean flipped over on his stomach. "Jesus," he groaned. "What?" He looked up at me. "I don't mean any disrespect, Jim, honest, but the idea of you and your dad together makes me hard as fuck." "You should have seen what it did to me," I teased. He looked at me and I could tell his was grinding his crotch into his towel, almost without impulse control. "I figured you to be a Daddy's boy, but damn...." "Wanna head back to the room?" I asked, getting the feeling Sean was getting in the mood for sex and fast. He nodded, practically leaping up and grabbing the towel to cover his crotch as we walked back. **** It was day five before Sean let me fuck him. I was glad that we were going to be at least a little more reciprocal in bed, but more than that I just really loved being inside my man. It was a crazy turnon to be penetrating this stud's hole and sinking deep into his guts. I let him ride me this time, so he could control the pace and penetration and get used to my size. And after four months it was almost like he was virgin he was so tight. Almost. The big difference is that Sean knew he could do this and that it would feel good. That made all the difference. So I let him get reacquainted to my fat cock. It took some time but he was eventually settling down in my lap and feeling the full length inside him. "Can't believe I can do this," he said, with a look of pride on his face. "You did it Chief. All of me in ya. I missed this a lot." He started bouncing up and down with small gentle bucks of his ass, slowly working my hardon inside him. "You're gonna get me to like this, aren't ya, Big Guy?" "You're liking it now, Chief," I said, giving small gentle pumps to match the motions of his hips. He smiled with a smile that showed a little embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm liking it." "Liking my big fat dick in ya," I said to underline the reality of our coupling. "Putting out for your Jimmy." The idea was turning Sean on and he nodded lustily and started bouncing faster. "Got my boy's big fucking horse dong in me, all right." I ran my hands up and down his hairy front then held on to his outer thighs for some leverage. I was fucking up into him now more than he was riding me. "I'm fucking you Daddy." I could see the thoughts swirling in Sean's head. Wondering if I was comparing him to Dad. Wondering if he should bring in our own fathers into our sex talk. He didn't, not this time, but the ideas were there and were making him want this more. "Oh God, Fuck me Big Guy. Fuck your Daddy off." "Just for you, sir," I growled. Pumping faster now. "My big dick just for your hole. Fucking my Daddy. Loving my Daddy." "Oh Jim!" he cried and just like that my man gave it up. High hard spurts of hot semen sprayed out onto me. Sean was having a majorly hard orgasm, all right. I was, too, five strokes behind him. It was a real rush coming inside such a strong, muscular man and feeling the constricting grip of his bowels against my thrusting rod. We lay in the afterglow, but I could sense that as the endorphins faded Sean was getting uncomfortable with what we just did. I mean, he was starting to look real unhappy. "Still having trouble with me being Top Dog, Chief?" I asked. He nodded. "Maybe a little. It feels weird letting go like that." I felt like he was trying to lay the ground work for going back to being the total top in the relationship. I decided to cut that short, if I could. "You gotta do what feels right, Chief," I said, rubbing his chest with my hand. "But I'd have a real hard time if I didn't get to fuck you on a regular basis." There, I'd laid it out. My feelings and my wants. He looked at me, a little surprised at my assertiveness. His stubbornness hadn't gone away. "Look, I bottomed for you, OK? Isn't that what you wanted?" I knew this was a big deal for him, and the tone of his voice just communicated that more. It didn't make me mad, because I knew some of the emotions he was going through. "Look Sean, you're always going to be alpha in our relationship. You're older and more experienced and, well, it's just your nature. And I love that." " He seemed reassured by my comments. "There's a hell of a lot I want to explore with you taking charge, but I don't want to feel like I can never fuck a guy." I hoisted his body onto mine, and he got the clue, climbing on top of my body so we were face to face and I was looking up into his eyes. "I get that," Sean said softly. "Just be patient." "I will Chief." *** The rest of our vacation was pure happiness. Relaxation, beach, sun, and hot sex. Sean was feeling his oats the next day and very much dominated me in bed, fucking me in a marathon session that impressed me both for his stamina and my ability to take his cock in so many positions for that long. It was marvelous. And the following night, he offered up his hole to me again, willingly. We tried it with Sean face down and me mounting him from behind. It turns out Sean liked the angle of penetration even more this way and it didn't take very long for either of us to come. Sean had a smile on his face afterward. "I liked that, Jim," he said. "What did you like?" I asked as I lay down next to him, my dick still half-hard. I wanted him to be more specific. "Getting fucked from behind. You fucking me from behind." His words were soft but not apologetic. I had just come but hearing those words from my Army man had my bone popping into a painful post-fuck erection. Sean noticed and laughed. "You are NOT fucking me again right now." It was nice to see him be so playful about it, actually. *** As amazing as the rest of our stay was, it made parting even harder. It was like that camping trip all over again, both of us glum and silent as we packed our bags and enjoyed a last breakfast on the balcony. "I'm even gonna miss these measly breakfasts," I said, and Sean started laughing breaking the tense mood a little. Sean looked out over the water and the town and took in a deep breath. "Gonna hate to leave this place," he said. Turning toward me, he added. "You've made this week special, Jim." I was fighting back my tears. I knew the reality of leaving, of separating, and of Sean going back to his tour. But I wanted to focus on the now. "I don't know what's in our future, Sean," I started, "But if things continue to work out between us, I want to come back here." Sean smiled. "You're an easy man to please, Jim McGrath. Yeah, we'll come back here. I promise."