Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2018 17:52:06 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 38

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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38
Charlotte
Winter 2008


I anxiously watched the arrival board as red letters of delays and
cancellations filled the screen. I'd flown in that morning from Chicago and
somehow managed to miss the winter storm barreling across the country.

Sean was coming in via Munich and while his flight wasn't canceled, at
least not yet, I'd checked into the hotel and returned to the airport
early, only to see the delays mount up. Right now we were at 2 and a half
hours late and counting. Sunset had turned to the pitch black darkness of
winter, and I paced nervously in waiting area next to international
arrivals.

Finally I saw the 2.5 mysteriously flip back to 2 hours, then "landed." The
next twenty minutes were excruciating but as the door opened and Sean was
among those filing out, I was ecstatic. Safe and sound on American soil.

He had a weary look on his face from what had to be a hell of a travel day,
but his face lit up too.

"Jimmy boy," he growled, hugging me tight and lifting me off the ground,
even spinning me a half circle in the air. "Oohf," he beamed as he let me
down and tousled my hair. "Best homecoming ever, Big Guy."

We waited for his bag at the conveyer belt then I walked him to where I'd
parked the rental car.

"I don't think I ever ridden in the car when you're doing the driving."
Sean had control issues sometimes and because of that and other
circumstances he was always the one driving.

"Well I'm the one listed on the car rental so you're the passenger this
time."

Thankfully the hotel wasn't far and as we stepped into our room the
excitement was palpable. Sean tossed down his bag and started removing his
jacket. I stripped, too, and beat him to full nudity. Pulling down the
bedsheets, I plopped face down and hiked my ass up.

"I've already lubed up," I announced.

Sean pounced on me, attacking me with his hands and mouth and thrusting his
cock against my backside and then scooting down and entering me.

"Ugh!" I gritted my teeth while I got used to his dick. I was ready for sex
and ready to get fucked but his impatience made the penetration sting.

"Sorry, Big Guy," he hissed, but he didn't stop pushing in. My soldier was
ready to fuck all right.

He rested inside my hole for a few seconds, then started pumping me. The
Sean Carter technique I'd grown to love, both commanding and sensual. It
wasn't a rushed fuck but it was steady and quick. As his hands ran along my
flank and up my lats, I found myself arching my back up.

With a strong push, Sean's arms pushed my upper back down so my face was
squished against the pillow. "Ass up.... hold still for me, Jimmy," he said
in a direct command.

I did, and Sean began pounding me. The power of his thrusts eventually had
my legs giving out the support and my body lying flat against the bed. It
didn't deter Sean and I felt my Army man hump wildly against me, his warmth
and scent and muscle hardness adding to my senses.

"Fuck, I missed this pussy," Sean grunted as he slammed into me harder now,
his weight resting more on top of me.

The friction against the sheets had me spraying beneath me. Sean realized
what was going on. "Oh fuck, Daddy's making Jimmy cum. I'm almost there,
boy. Daddy's almost there." He was, too. Rapid fire thrusts into my
relaxing hole had him ejaculating in short order. I loved that I could give
him this relief and I relished the feel of his body still and taut on top
of mine, his heavy weight bearing down.

He finally rolled off. "Goddamn, Jim. I needed that." He looked at me. "I
think you did, too."

"Yes, sir." I replied. My hole felt battered but in an OK way. "Been way
too long."

He looked at the clock. After 8 o' clock. "I'm gonna want a second fuck
later," he said. Not asking me, telling me.

"Sounds perfect," I said. "How you feeling? Tired?"

"Not too bad," he said. "They bumped me up to business class from Munich."

"You shit," I teased. "And here I was worried about you."

"Believe me, Big Guy, I would have rather been home and inside your hole
two hours sooner." He gave me a quick kiss. "I'm starving, though. Let's
order some room service, I don't feel like going back out. I don't care how
much it costs."

"All right."

Sean stood up and walked over to the bathroom. "You mind ordering while I
take a shower? I want a cheeseburger, fries, and a beer. Make that two
beers."

"Got it," I said and slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt to be decent.

"So much you look forward to, Jimmy," Sean said as he finally stepped out,
toweling his body off, "but that long hot shower was one of them."

When the food arrived Sean sat down, staring at the meal ravenously. "A
proper burger is the other thing I missed. Hot damn."

I was hungry too, but mostly watched in awe as Sean scarfed his meal and
put back two beers. Like a happy kid, almost.

"God, it's good to see you Chief," I said.

He looked at me with a grin. "You too, Jimmy. You're looking real fine
these days. Though you always do."

He took a sip of beer and his expression changed. "I got to be up front
with you, Jim. I fucked a guy over there."

"Yeah?" I can't say it didn't bother me in the least but I knew I wouldn't
begrudge Sean that sexual outlet. At all.

"Met this marine, a grunt. I know I shouldn't shit where I sleep, you know?
But I knew this guy wanted me and, well, we did it a few times."

"That's cool," I said.

"I wanted to be up front with you Jim," Sean said, his eyes challenging me
but in a friendly way. "I hope you're not upset. If you are you can let me
have it..."

"No, sir..." I said. "I, um..." This was harder than I thought. "I fucked a
guy, too."

"See, I told you..." then, reading my facial expression, he added, "I don't
have anything to worry about, do I?"

"No sir. But I wanted to tell you, too. It was Dad. We fooled around once
while you were away."

"Fooled around?"

"I fucked him."

Sean laughed. "Here I was feeling cock of the walk for banging a 19 year
old private first class, and here you had to go straight for some Navy
Captain ass."

I don't think I realized until then I missed those outrageous Sean
comments, but I started laughing along, almost in stitches.

When the laughter died down, Sean nudged my arm. "We good, Jimmy?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Now that I'm back, I want us to be exclusive, unless we agree on a third."

"Sounds great to me. You're my man, Chief."

He leaned back and sipped his beer. "Shit, you and the Captain... I'm
impressed dude. Tell me if I'm out of line, Big Guy, but I bet your old man
loves your cock."

"He does," I said. "But he's bigger than me. A lot bigger."

Sean's eyes about popped out. "Fuck! You shitting me?!"

"Nope." And I held up my hands. Weirdly proud of my father's endowment.

"Fuck, I'd pay anything to see that," Sean said.

"I know," I said, in a tone that said I wasn't too comfortable with the
idea. In theory it was hot, but there was too much emotion connected all
around.

I could tell he wasn't wanting to start the sex again just then, and
neither did I. So we turned to small talk.

"You know what else I missed? Sports. Can we watch something? Basketball,
hockey, I don't care."

I flipped on the TV and Sean pulled out two beers from the minibar.

"To the US of A," he toasted. "And to being back with my Jimmy."

"To you, sir," I said.

We snuggled in on the bed and watched some basketball.

"Who you rooting for?" I realized I had no idea of who Sean's favorite team
was.

"Fuck if I know. The Heat I guess?" he chuckled. "It's just awesome to be
back, Jim."

After watching the game for a bit, I had to venture out a comment. "So,
that marine... was he hot?"

Sean looked at me askance. "You sure you're not jealous?"

"Nah," I said. "But it doesn't hurt to know the competition does it?"

Sean laughed. "No competition, Big Guy, you'd win hands down even if the
judge was blind. But yeah, the marine was hot. 5'10" wrestler build, and a
bubble ass that wouldn't quit. I don't know if we was as much a Daddy's boy
as you, Jim, but he was all about this," Sean gestured to his own body with
a wave of his hand.

"I bet," I said.

He sensed I was open to more details. "First couple of times he blew me,
and then I got right into his tight ass. We did that twice, and then I told
him we'd have to cool it. He understood, too: he may be a marine but he
wasn't dumb. After that he was real standoffish to me, which was fine." He
patted my leg. "Seriously Jim, it was just release. Welcome release and a
hot guy, but that's all it was."

"I believe you. I wish I could have been there for you, Chief."

"Jimmy, if you were there there's no way I could have done my mission. They
couldn't have pulled me out of the tent with you."

With a smirk he loosened his towel and opened it. Sean was erect once more
and his prick poked up now that it was free of its confines. "That marine
gave lousy head. Why don't you show Daddy the right way to handle a soldier
cock?"

I smiled and scooted down into position. I don't know what Sean was
expecting but I'd been looking forward to servicing my man for months now
and put every bit of energy and technique I had into that blow job.

"Oh fuck, Jim," Sean hissed, "You're so fucking good. That's it buddy, suck
Daddy off." His hands massaged my hair and guided me gently up and down on
his bone but he didn't rush or push me, but rather let me do my job. I did.

I was getting Sean to the brink pretty soon, and he guided my head off his
cock. "Damn, Jim, you had me close." He leaned forward and met me in a deep
kiss.

"You don't want that?" I asked.

He shook his head. "So hard to choose, Big Guy, but I want in that hole
again."

"Can I sit on you this time?" My ass was feeling a little tender from the
pounding Sean just gave me. Besides, my time with Dad had made me realize
that Sean and I should fuck like this more.

He gave a nod and I peeled down my shorts and climbed onto his lap. I
hadn't showered from our last coupling and my crack and hole were still wet
with lube. And as Sean's prick entered me, there was the heavy load he'd
shot earlier, pooled up right inside me. I settled down into his lap and
felt his hard length enter right into me, easily this time.

"Hot fucking bod..." my army NCO said, running his hands up and down my
body. "You put on weight since I last saw you?"

"Almost 10 pounds," I said. "My uncle has me on a regimen."

"All muscle, too, I bet," he growled, tweaking my nipples.

That made my cock bounce and I ground further onto Sean's
cock. "Mostly. You like it?"

"Damn straight I like it. You keep outdoing yourself, Jim."

With that he started to fuck into me, not hard but nice steady upward
thrusts. And I began bouncing up and down onto his shaft, getting off on
the slick feel pumping in and out of me.

"When Dad and I did it, he rode me like this," I said. I hoped Sean
wouldn't mind the details. My concern was unfounded because my words
clearly excited him.

"Damn Jim, I've told you this but I'd love to watch that. The Captain
riding your big son cock. You fucking your dad."

He was getting close now, so soon, and I wanted to push him over the
edge. "You wish your dad was here, riding your cock? Slutting out on your
hard cock, pushing that daddy ass up and down... so you can have a proper
homecoming seven inches up your father's hole."

"Oh fuck, Jim!" Sean was caught off guard by my words and how they went
straight to a deep place in his psyche. Without warning he was coming
inside me, for the second time that night.

I rode out his nut and stroked myself now, "I can feel your load, Daddy," I
cried, and then my jizz shot up and out.

"Fuckin' A!" Sean exclaimed at the power of my ejaculation. "Spray it,
Jimmy."

We kissed like mad as I climbed off and we rolled around on the bed.

"You fucking soaked, me, Jim," Sean laughed. "Shit, that was wild."

"It was. I wasn't sure if you'd be pissed off, bringing our dads into it."

"Surprised, but it was hot."

By now the time change and travel were weighing on Sean big time. He rinsed
off in the bathroom and by the time I did the same he was nearly asleep,
his eyelids drooping heavily. I turned off the room light and the TV, which
was muted but still on.

"Ready for some sleep, my man?"

Sean nodded. "Fraid so. Thanks for the welcome home. I love you, Jim."

"I love you too, Mr. Carter. Get some rest."

****


The next morning we drove to Fayetteville, where I drove Sean around for
his errands, including leasing a car.

On the drive over we talked about my upcoming spring training and what was
likely to be another season in minors. The subject came up of hiding my gay
side from everyone.

"It's tough," I said, "I'm not sure how long I can coast on being the shy
guy."

"Maybe you can make up a fictitious girlfriend?"

"Maybe," I said, not sure I could pull off an elaborate lie, but that could
work.

"You could fuck women," Sean said matter of factly.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

Sean shrugged, looking out the window at the pine-y North Carolina
landscape. "You've done it before, right?" By now, Sean and I had talked
about a lot of our past sexual experiences, and he got a kick out of my two
straight encounters for some reason.

"Um, yeah," I said. "Say, why are you always telling me to go fuck other
people?" I asked with some playful indignation, but some real curiosity
about where this was coming from. "I thought we were exclusive, Sean."

He looked over at me. "We are, Big Guy. I guess I don't feel threatened by
women. You like dick too much."

I laughed. "You got me there. I do."

"Just wear protection," Sean said.

"Yes, Dad," I groaned, mocking him. "Jesus, you think I'm gonna go fuck
women now?"

Again, Sean seemed nonchalant. "It would solve a lot of problems."

I felt a little troubled. "I'd feel like I was using them."

Sean chuckled. "Come on, Jim, any woman open to no-strings sex with a
baseball player is gonna be thrilled to have your hot body pounding her."

"Sounds like you speak from experience," I teased, cupping my cock and
balls in my jeans crotch for effect.

Sean gave me a playful punch in the arm. "Goddamn, I knew I should have
never let you top me," he hissed. "You're insufferable now."

I couldn't help but continue the teasing. "Come on, man, you know you love
getting pounded by a baseball player. Admit it?"

Sean's scowl turned into a grin. "I'll admit it's not so bad, Big Guy."

****

Sean would be staying with his friends Kevin and Joe for a couple of days
until he got settled in, and we had lunch with the couple.

They were clearly thrilled to see him, too, and they caught him up with
news about everyone they knew. They were awesome guys and I was glad they
included me in the conversation as an equal, even if I didn't have the same
military vocation or belong to their milieu.

It finally was mid-afternoon and I knew I'd have to be driving back to
Charlotte soon to catch my flight back to Chicago. I was a lot bummed that
I had to be separated from Sean so soon after his homecoming, but I had
only the weekend off work. I was just grateful my man was back and
safe. Sean had to resume to his station here at Ft. Bragg and I had to get
to spring training camp in the next couple of weeks. And Sean promised he'd
come visit to wherever I was on the roster.

If I was feeling a little down, I could see that Sean had a playful, impish
glimmer in his eyes. He wanted sex before we left, and the more he made
darting eye contact, the more I was getting really into the idea.

Sean turned to his hosts, "My room is the guest room, right guys?"

"Yes," Joe said. "As always."

"You mind if I, uh, show it to Jim here? You know what it's like coming
back from deployment."

I blushed, having Sean so open about us having sex, but I guess I had no
reason to be.

"Our house is your house," Kevin chuckled.

Sean was guiding me by the hand to the spare bedroom and shutting the door
behind us. We kissed, passionately while Sean undid my jeans, shoving his
hand underneath my briefs to grip my cock. "God I missed you," he groaned
and frigged my hard spike.

"God, Sean," I murmured, trying not to talk loudly.

"My fucking big cocked boyfriend," he said softly and then knelt down in
front of me.

I don't even know it was about the technique. Sean was good at this but it
was just seeing him hulking down and blowing me that had me shooting in a
couple of minutes.

"Hot," he said, standing up and kissing me, the cum and spit still on his
lips. I then crouched down and returned the favor. Sean's load was thick,
hot, and tasty, a combination of sweet and salty.

I know I was blushing walking back out into the living room, with what had
to be a telltale expression on my face and Sean's too. My boyfriend just
smirked, I think enjoying seeing my slight discomfort.

It was then that I noticed the time. "Shit, I gotta go," I announced. "But
great to see you guys. Hopefully I'll be back here soon."

"Great to see you, Jim," Joe said. "Safe travels."

We shook hands the guys and I looked over at Sean. "Make sure this guy
stays out of trouble."

Finally it was time for me to leave Sean, with a tight hug and a long, soft
kiss. I could have kept that kiss forever, but I was already cutting it
tight.

"Damnit, I gotta go, Sean."

He smirked, I think a little pleased at how much I was attracted to
him. "Text or call me when you get in tonight."

"Will do."

I released his hand, slowly, finger by finger and turned to walk out the
door and to my rental car.

It'd be a month and a half before I saw him again, but Sean was home for
now. I'd see him again in a month or so, when he could swing a weekend trip
to see me play. As I drove to Charlotte, I reflected how odd the paths are
that life takes us on.