Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2020 13:14:05 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 1 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. For more of my stories, see the Authors page here at Nifty archive. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition. It is told in chronological order and adjusts many of the earlier chapters. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: billdrake@hotmail.com. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake PART ONE: COMING OF AGE Chapter One Norfolk, Virginia, Spring 2000 I was 16 when I lost my virginity. It was just me and my brother Matt sitting around watching TV after school. Matt was a senior. He didn't play sports, but he had a compact frame packed with teen muscle. While I had more the clean-cut look and blond hair, Matt's dark hair was shaggy, not long really, but he said he was growing it out before he had to go military tight in the Naval Academy in a few months. The unkempt hair looked good on him, the dark brown showing off his pale blue eyes and winning white smile. "Hey Squirt," he said casually. He knows it drives me crazy when he calls me Squirt. I'm just two years younger than him and even then I was a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. Still, he was my older brother, so no way getting around that no matter how much you grow up, I guess. "Kim's coming over soon. I told her we had a good hour before Dad gets home." Our mother had passed away a couple years earlier, from cancer. Dad had been the bedrock of the McGrath family before, but now it was just him looking after us. It probably helped that we were older and could do a lot of looking after ourselves. My oldest brother John was now a senior in college at Chicago, studying economics. My other brother Paul was a year younger than John and had stuck around Norfolk after high school. He was currently in training to be a police officer. Paul served as our official adult guardian when Dad was deployed, with some help from my aunt Kate, Mom's sister. I know Matt and I did a lot of growing up, fast. That didn't mean we didn't some times take advantage of our relative independence. Like now. This was getting to be a regular occurrence. I don't know when Matt started having sex, but over the last month or so it seemed like he was finding times to have girls over after school to ball them. I had more of the hesitant rule-following personality, but Matt was in the phase of seeing what he could get away with. "Sure," I replied, not taking my eyes off the TV. "You better not tell Dad, or I'll kill you." "Why would I?" I shot back. "I don't mind." My older brother thought of me as the do-gooder in the family, which was kind of true, but it annoyed me how he thought I was gonna tell on him or ruin his fun. That gave him pause. He kept looking me over, as if he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. "Yeah, I guess there's no reason you would.... A lot of guys I know complain about how their younger bros are always in their hair, but you're pretty cool." It was like he was trying to persuade himself out of a prior judgment of me. "Thanks," I grunted sarcastically. "What about you, Jim? You getting some? What about that Pollard chick you've been dating...?" "Jennifer," I added. "Yeah, she seems into me, only she doesn't seem to want to have sex any time soon. Just gives me a feel of her knockers and that's it." "Have you ever, guy? Ever done it?" "Not yet," I answered truthfully. "We'll have to fix that, Jim. Get you laid before summer." In a few minutes Kim Allen arrived. She was a senior cheerleader, blonde and stacked. And easy, apparently. The next twenty minutes I could hear sounds of her and Matt's moans coming way down from his bedroom. I have to admit I liked listening to them. Still a virgin, I was curious as hell about sex and, well, my brother just sounded hot having sex. He finally came out in just his jeans, his chest bare and sweaty. Kim followed behind, buttoning her blouse over her buxom chest. "Matt, you're sure your little brother's cool with this?" The dumwit seemed unaware I was in the same room, hearing everything she said. "Yeah, he's cool. Maybe a little jealous. Isn't that right, Squirt?" "Fuck off!" I managed in my surliest, gruff tone. "Jealous?" Kim asked. "Yeah. Jim's a virgin." "Shut up, Matt!" I was red in the face now, pissed off that my brother was trying to put me down in front of his hookup. "It's true," he laughed. Kim giggled but chimed in sympathetically, "You're so mean Matt. Besides, Jim's cute. All the girls at school talk about him. All he'd have to do is flash that smile of his and he could ball almost anyone on the squad. " "Wanna fuck him?" Matt wasn't one for tact. "Matt!" "Well, do ya? It's no skin off my back." Kim blushed and was silent. "Hell, you do, don't you?" He leaned in and whispered something into her ear, caressing her neck all the while. She giggled and turned to go back into Matt's bedroom. "Go get her tiger!" Matt said to me. "You mean?" "Need an engraved invitation, dumbass? The hottest cheerleader in school is waiting for you to screw her." I stood up, excited. Matt grinned as I passed him. "There are rubbers by the bed. You better use one, bro. I don't want to be an uncle yet." At times Matt could be real bossy, even though he was only two years older than me. I had thought a lot about sex, like anyone my age. I had a big secret, though: most of my sexual attraction was to men. At that point I rationalized it as pure horniness and curiosity about my growing body. I had discovered porn and while I had long found myself looking at the men in pictures and videos intently, lately I'd started looking at gay porn. I was paranoid as hell and careful to check and erase the browser history on the computer. But I occasionally I couldn't help myself from watching it. Maybe that's why I was eager to prove myself by losing my virginity to Kim Allen. I stepped into Matt's bedroom, peeling off my clothes as fast I could. Kim was lying there, naked and waiting. Her naked body looked obscene and sexual and the realization I was going to get my first fuck made me hard. She gasped when she saw my dick rise. "What?" I asked. "Let's just say you're a lot bigger than your brother." "Really?" Call me shallow, but my chest swelled with pride. I was used to being the runt and was glad my manhood outmeasured Matt's. What followed was fumbling, awkward and incredible all at once. Here I was making out with one of the hottest girls at school and I had no problem getting a full fuck hard. Eagerly I grabbed a condom, ripped the package and rolled it on. The fit was snug, but the constriction of bloodflow just made my dick harder. I didn't think much about foreplay and Kim didn't seem to need any. I scooted in place and I entered her. After I was done, it was almost time for Dad to come home. I opened up the windows to let the room air out while Matt ushered Kim out of the house. "Call you tonight, babe!" I heard him say from the other room. Damn, my big bro could be a player sometimes. We'd just gotten everything straightened up when the door opened. Dad entered, dressed in full uniform and accompanied by a fellow officer, Lieutenant Jack Grant. Lt. Grant was one of Dad's friends and an imposing man himself, a little shorter than Dad at 6-foot even and built, with a full head of blond hair, blonder than mine. The officer was a close friend of the family and had been for a while. We'd called him Uncle Jack growing up. His transient life and deployment meant that Jack wasn't always in Norfolk. It had been a couple of years since we'd seen him. Dad looked at us both. "You boys look flushed. What's been going on?" Fortunately Matt was quick on his feet. "Nothing Dad. We were just play wrestling earlier." Jack stepped in and shook our hands. "Matt... Jim.... great to see you boys." "Hi Lieutenant," Matt said, his posture more upright. "Congratulations on getting into the Academy," Jack smiled. "I'm pretty stoked, sir." "Save the sir stuff for when you get there," he winked. Then, Jack and Dad went on to our outdoor deck. Later, Matt and I were watching TV. Matt had a goofy smirk on his face. "So how was it Squirt? Live up to your expectations?" I didn't know my honest answer. But I was super glad to no longer be a virgin. It was more the thrill of having that milestone than the pleasure of the act itself that I was feeling. "Yeah, it was great," I answered. "Thanks for making that happen." Matt just chuckled. ***** I only dated a couple of girls throughout high school. None of them were super serious girlfriends and none of them seemed in a rush to have sex. I played the gentleman and beyond some making out and feeling up was hands off. I did fuck two girls after Kim Allen. Both were girls the guys would call sluts. I was a sexually excitable teenager, so I enjoyed it, in a way. But while I never had difficulty getting it up, both times I found myself thinking of men as I fucked them. That's when and how I knew I was gay. I remember distinctly having that realization that May. I'd nailed this girl Nicole after an end of year party. I'd come home to a lecture from Dad about curfew and, worse, my own nagging doubts about myself. The next morning I awoke early, unable to sleep. I was horny and I lowered my bedsheet and stripped off my briefs. My cock felt thick and heavy in my hand. It was almost as if I hadn't gotten laid the night before. I gave it a few tugs and then dug into a trusty small container of vaseline I kept near my bed. I stroked off. I didn't dare fire up the internet, dial up still in those days, but I wanted some stimulation. I reached over to my bedside stand, where I had a couple of Men's Health magazines. This wasn't the first time I'd used them for stroke material, but I felt keenly aware this time that I wanted to see these half-naked men. Aware and conscious that I was a real, full-blooded homosexual. I flipped through the pages as I flogged my prick. These men had perfect bodies.... lithe torsos, rounded arms and shoulders, six pack abs. Each guy was hotter than the next and even not seeing their dicks or asses, I was very aroused by them. Finally, I flipped the page and found the photo spread that turned me on the most. A man in his 40s, muscular and in shape as fuck, tanned body, silver in his dark hair, as he demonstrated an exercise routine. "Fit Over 40" the headline read. There was a frontal shot of the man doing weighted push ups, his deltoid and tricep muscles striated and straining in the press-up position. I imagined the nameless Mr. Over 40 on top of me, fucking me. My cum fired out of my cock. It was like it wouldn't stop, and heavy ropes of liquid sperm landed on my mostly smooth torso. "Fuck!" I swore aloud, to myself.