Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2020 11:19:11 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 10 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn't make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. 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, with Corporal Cody PART TWO: COLLEGE YEARS Chapter Ten Charlottesville, Spring 2003 I did make sure to talk regularly to Dad. I called him at least once a week to let him know how I was doing and just to talk. It was good, and I think we were both determined not to let our sexual transgressions mess things up, like before. We didn't talk about the sex but were checking in with one another in other ways, making sure each other was good. Dad had made clear from the start that sex between us was on a case-by-case basis, so mentally I prepared myself to him saying no to it. I actually wasn't sure where we stood when Dad came down to visit at the beginning of February. He had business up in D.C. and arranged to stop in Charlottesville on the way back. He'd swing into town around 8 and we could grab a quick dinner. Dad must have made good time because he arrived 15 minutes early. He gave me a ring and I came down and found him standing out in front of my dorm building. He was still dressed in his typically business casual attire: button-down, oxford-stripe shirt, khakis, and loafers. I felt underdressed in my UVA baseball T, ball cap, jeans and sneakers when I met him out front with a smile and a quick hug. The weather was warm for February, but we had jackets on for the night-time chill in the air. "Good to see you, Dad," I said, clasping his strong back. "You too, Slugger," he said. "Ready to get a bite?" We chatted and walked to the White Spot, an old-school diner and burger joint, for a late dinner. It was after a long practice and workout day for me. When we sat on the counter barstools and got our food at last, I was famished and practically scarfing my food down. "I see it's been a while since they've fed you up here, Slugger," Dad deadpanned. "Sorry, Dad," I said as I finally swallowed my bite. "It was a pretty intense workout for me today. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have manners, sir." "Hey, that's my line, kiddo," he winked. "You're gonna put me out of the parenting business." I smiled. I'd been so used to Dad in his uber-serious mode, it was great to see him joke and relax a little. Even when he brought up sex with us as we were walking out of the restaurant, he seemed playful. Almost impish in doing something naughty. "You OK with what we did at Christmas?" he asked in a quiet voice so no one else would hear. I looked over at him and felt an immediate excitement, thinking that Dad probably wanted sex again. "Oh yeah, Dad. Only regret is that we couldn't take our time." "We gotta be careful, Jim. You know that." "Yeah, I know," I said, maybe in the tone of any 19-year-old college kid being lectured by his father. "But..." he continued, a smirk on his face, "I got a hotel room for tonight. I think we'll have all the time we want." My heart beat a hundred beats a minute, I was so thrilled. My face was flush with heat, too. Dad noticed my reaction. "I take it Slugger likes the idea." "Yes, sir," I answered, a little embarrassed to be so eager. I felt my prick automatically swell and firm up in my jeans. I felt that flutter that goes with getting a public erection. Embarrassment combined with excitement. But it was dark out and I doubt anyone would see my growing hardon unless they were really looking for it. Dad just smiled, and I swear my true-blue father looked a little cocky. I gave a quick look at the crotch of his khakis. Dad's jacket was kind of pulled over it, and I knew he was hiding his erection, too. Dad saw me look and winked, spreading the jacket momentarily to let me glimpse the woody forming a ridge in his pants. As we got back to the dorm, he covered up again, acting cool and collected. I hoped I was, too, but my heart was racing in anticipation of making it with Dad again. The fact that we were doing this on a time-by-time basis meant I relished the taboo sexual connection even more. Back at his dimly-lit hotel room, it was like I was seeing a different Dad than at Christmas. He was openly acknowledging what we were doing. I guess it was the sense of privacy, that we were safe in the confines of the hotel. As the door clicked shut, he stepped up to me, his meaty hands running up my sinewy toned arms, feeling the new heft in my muscles and smirking with appreciation. His hands rounded my shoulders as he drew me in. My hands latched to his belt, pulling his hips into mine, grinding our growing erections together. I tilted my head in anticipation, my lips almost lunging at his mouth as he plain-as day kissed me. The lip lock knocked my ball cap half way off my head. I quickly pulled it off, my blond curls tasseled free. We made out nice and slow, and I got the sense Dad was teaching me, guiding me in how he liked to kiss. Tongues swapping and dueling but not at all rushed or impetuous. "I missed that," he said softly. "So hot, Slugger." He kicked off his loafers and stepped back as I undid my shoelaces and pulled off my sneakers. Then he guided us to the bed. Hand in hand, he knelt up on the mattress, slowly falling back as he pulled me down on top of him. If my weight was too much, he didn't let on. Besides, Dad's a real strong man and even my newfound bulk didn't seem to phase him. We kissed again, hungrier this time as Dad gripped my waist, letting my hips grind against the hardening mound in his khakis. But Dad took control making sure my urges didn't ramp up too quickly. I sucked at his tongue before I pulled off this time, wanting to take a chance to look at Dad's face up close - the slightly weathered and tanned skin, the micro lines around his gray eyes showing his middle-aged maturity. But otherwise, USN Captain Robert McGrath was a young-acting, vital man in his prime. Masculine, handsome as fuck. My father. I kissed him again, and Dad responded to my intensity by holding my hips just under my waist and thrusting his crotch into mine as we made out. "You're hot for your dad, arentcha Slugger?" he finally asked, maybe rhetorically as he kissed along my chin and finally my neck. "Yessir," I answered, offering my neck, now rhythmically thrusting my hardon-packed crotch into his in return. "So much." It just blew my mind that I was actually making out with my dad. "Let's get these clothes off," he said, his teeth and lips nipping down my jaw line. His strong hands guided the hem of my T-shirt up from my waist and over the muscle of my back. I leaned up and assisted the rest of the way, pulling it off. Now straddling him, I felt Dad's hands reach up and palm each of my toned pecs in his large hands. He assessed my strength before gliding them down unto my muscled abs. He watched his hands feel down my sides, his thumbs feeling every ridge of my muscled core, groaning to himself as I could feel his groin growing even bigger under my ass. As a freshman, I now weighed about 195 pounds, the result of a lot of lifting that year. My metabolism and conditioning moreover meant it was all lean muscle, rippling from broad, rounded shoulders I was getting proud of, to a rippled six pack. My father's fingers touched and explored my exposed torso appreciatively, and his desire for my body excited me to the core. I felt my hardon throb in my jeans as I unbuttoned Dad's button-down shirt, pulling it free from his pants, thankful the February warm spell meant he had no undershirt beneath to get between my plying fingers and his soft chest fur. I finally opened Dad's shirt as I let my fingers splay across his wide and rounded pecs, running through his course, dark chest hair, gripping the mass as I felt him flex for me. Dad held my waist as I felt him up, a crooked smile on his lips as he let me enjoy the difference in our bodies - his bigger and more muscular but also with a small layer of softness on top of his hard brawn. I slid my hands over his shoulders as I fell back on top of him once more, his lips ready to receive mine. We kissed, softly, and I felt my body shake with excitement as Dad wrapped his arms around my lower back. This was so taboo making out with Dad, and now that this was the fourth time doing something with him, that thrill was no less powerful. I reached down between our writhing bodies and gripped the prominent boner in his khakis, impetuously. Since that first time, I'd tried to let Dad take the lead in our sex and not push any boundaries. But I craved to feel his mammoth erection, to get physical confirmation of his desire for me, and I figured it was a safe action given what we were doing. My father moaned excitedly in my mouth, sucking on my tongue, telling me he was very okay with me touching his cock. I took that reaction as a green light to start undoing his belt the best I could and to fiddle with his zipper. Dad broke our kiss with a growl and reached down to help me, our fingers bushing and working together with urgent need as I sat back up on his hips. I looked down and grinned as his khakis were now open. He'd gone commando, possibly in preparation of us having sex, and I was excited to see that mat of dark-brown pubes and the giant hard penis push out from between the fly of his pants. Dad gripped the flaps of his khakis, framing his excited cock for me to enjoy. The foreskin wasn't loose but wasn't tight either as it wrapped around the head. But the dick was getting very hard, very fast. I reached down and gripped, tugging at the cock that had made me. Dad's hand gripped my wrist suddenly, with a jerk of a motion. "Easy, son," he admonished. I could see Dad was just as keyed up as I was. I nodded and let go of his meat as I rolled off him and onto my side to undo my jeans and pull them off along with my briefs. I laid back and kicked the remainder of my clothes off the bed, my naked body now exposed to my father's gaze. My prick was rock hard and dripping. Dad was soon at my side, stroking my chest as he leaned down for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me. The kiss wasn't as soft or slow as before, but Dad's tongue explored my mouth, and I did the same with his. He finally pulled back and looked down at me with an intense, serious expression. Half fatherly love, half lust. "I get the feeling you want to rush things," he said, his fingers circling my pec. "I don't know," I stammered, my hands falling from his neck to feel across his hairy chest between his open shirt. "I mean..." I wasn't sure what I'd done wrong to be admonished, but yeah, Dad was right. I wanted everything with him and felt like I had to keep my libido in check. He winked. "I'm flattered you want me, son," he said, his hands appreciatively groping my young muscles. "I want you, too." His hand traveled down and softly gripped my hardon, which pulsed achingly in his palm. Holding my eyes, he slowly, with a teasing motion, stroked my dick, and it felt magnificent. "Dad...." I hissed. My eyes softened and my arms reached back around his neck as I couldn't help but gently thrust into his working fist. "I know, son," he muttered and met me for a soft kiss. Fuck, my balls were on fire, and I thought I might cum any second, but it was all psychological. Instead of orgasming, my dick just gave me heated waves of pleasure that just got better and better. I couldn't help the moans as Dad's mouth was now kissing along my neck like a lover, working his way along my ear lobe. I held his head, my fingers in the thick stands of his hair. All while his fingers worked magic on my bone. Dad pulled away from my neck, and his voice got soft as he looked me squarely in the eye. "We're not going all the way, Slugger," he said in a definitive tone. "That means no fucking. And if I feel we're not doing the right thing, this stops between us. That's how it's gotta be." "Yes, sir," I said, my head trying to embrace the logic of the situation while my body was in sexual heat. Dad's hand released my cock, letting it fall back onto my lower abs hit a light smack. He traced his fingers up my length, finally leaving my cock as he gave me a loving pat on my chest and leaned up just above me, his hands now above my shoulders in a push-up position. "I do owe you, however," he said with a wink. I watched, shocked, as he scooted down. I actually thought at first he was getting off the bed, but instead he kind of knelt at the edge of the mattress between my legs. His head now at my waist, Dad looked at me, taking in the sight of my naked body. He felt up my thighs, admiring the thickness of my quads as I leaned up on my elbows. My cock stuck up fat and heavy from my blond pubes and bobbed excitedly with a thick stream of cocksnot that oozed onto my abs. "Dad... are you gonna...?" I asked excitedly. In our few times together he'd never sucked my dick, and I was starting to think he was never going to. He nodded and touched my erect, wide cut dick jutting forth. I don't think I'd ever been so hard as I felt his fingers circle around the shaft. I'm a tad fatter than he is, so the long fingers of his hand failed to close around the girth of my cock. It felt hot watching my dad inspect my meat. So far I'd been servile during our trysts. Now, Dad was returning the favor. He held my gaze with his steely gray eyes, watching my lust boil over as he pulled my shaft to his lips, starting with gentle, wet kisses up the length of my engorged shaft. As his lips nudged up the underneath of my shaft, I watched as a big bead of clear, viscous juice gathered at my exposed piss slit. Dad moaned the second his Roman nose touched the wetness. I moaned, too. Bending his head backward, he pulled the cock head to his mouth, wrapping his thin lips around the tip and sucked in the fresh sap. I watched his eyes sparkle at my flavor as I felt his tongue swipe and press into my slit. I whimpered and gasped at once. Holy fuck! Just that one action, so confident, so natural and yet so nasty, pushed more precum up from my balls. The pre-ejaculate spurted out this time instead of oozed and Dad groaned from deep within his chest as he swirled his free hand over his broad chest and leaned in to suck more before pulling off. "Know what son? You got one helluva dick," he said as he kissed the head and licked down the shaft and back up again. "Don't know how much your old man can handle." "'s OK, Dad," I started to answer, my voice cracking with lust, but already he loosened his jaw and wrapped his lips back around the wide circumference of my cock. Instantly, my sensitive prick head was enveloped by the warm wetness of Dad's mouth. His tongue lapped at my piss slit and the round flare of my glans lodged in between his teeth. Nothing can prepare you for how incredible it is to have your father suck your dick, but in this case the sensations were just as amazing as the taboo of it. Dad held my legs steady and stayed immobile on my erect cock, licking away furiously at the head and moaning deeply. Finally, after he'd had a good taste, he began his descent. Gradual and steady, taking his time to stretch his oral cavity and gullet with the girth of my cock. I watched on, like a spectator rather than a participant in an incestuous blowjob, and it was the hottest sight I could imagine. My dick looked fatter than I'd ever seen it, about as thick as a beer bottle. Dad's lips just stretched and his throat gulped with saliva as he swallowed more, millimeter by millimeter. He didn't swallow me whole, but at a good five inches of my fat fucker, he'd certainly achieved an accomplishment most men hadn't. What made it hotter was that it was Dad's wet mouth and throat stretched around my hardon, constricting and twitching against the rounded head of my prick, the corona catching deep in his gullet. He took a deep breath through his nose then backed off a little. He sucked, and pushed his head back down. Captain Robert McGrath wasn't as skilled at sucking cock as Holt or my fuck buddy Kevin, but he was pretty damn good. As best he could, the man twisted his head down as he thrust down toward my pelvis. He gripped my swollen balls in his hand, and I reflected on how hot it was watching a man fingering his own son's testicles, it was as if he was judging the inheritance he'd left his offspring. Like my cock, my gonads were fatter than Dad's, I knew, and just by the way he caressed and gripped the sensitive fat fuckers, I could tell he was proud of what he'd given me. That did it. I clenched my fists at my sides as my nuts drew up, and my cumtube swelled out against Dad's massaging tongue, making my fat round shaft grow even wider, more irregular in shape. Then my piss slit opened up deep within Dad's throat as my cock belched out several jets of thick, rich cum. "Dad... Ugnh... Dad I'm..." I pleaded as I tightly shut eyes and felt my balls burst with release. Dad swallowed it all, too, sucking at each long creamy spurt. He coughed a bit as soon as my firing cock had slowed to a dribble and he could back off. Dad slurped up what he could, stroking my shaft for the final drops before letting my cock go free. Spittle and traces of sperm clung to the corners of his mouth, but he did nothing to wipe them off, he just leaned back in his position on the floor, a smile on his face. Looking at his broad chest in his open shirt and his handsome face, my dick gave another spurt of juice that landed on my hairy leg. "Nice load, son," Dad intoned in his baritone voice, giving me the fatherly encouragement I always craved. "Dad," I cried, my body still feeling the gentle post-orgasmic pleasure. Mostly though I felt a deep emotion, like a punch to the gut, only it didn't hurt. I could see then that my father was urgently horny, and as he stood up his ten-inch erection throbbed at full mast from the open fly of his khaki pants. His foreskin retracted back around the round, tapered head, and his hairy balls were up in their sac. "Think you could help me out, Jimbo?" he asked in a husky voice as he made his cock flex with hunger. "Please." "Yessir," I nodded and watched with excitement as Dad got back on the bed, straddling my waist then scooting forward. He nudged my body to shift my angle, back toward the headboard of the bed. Grabbing some pillows, he propped them behind me. "Here," he said. And then he wasted no time pushing that gloriously large dick to my lips. I gripped the fat shaft, gently stroking him and pulling him just a hair closer. I took a second to taste him, my tongue wrapping around the newly exposed head, licking up the stream of pre as it belched from the lips of his cock head. A little salty, a hint of male musk, I don't think I'd ever get sick of my father's taste. As I licked his moist cockhead, Dad shifted his hips and started guiding his rod into my mouth. I moaned with lust, accepting his girth and loving the way that phallus felt on my tongue and against the roof of my mouth. Dad pushed more into me, and I panicked. I reached up and grabbed his hips, trying to slow too hard or too fast an oral assault. I'd taken a face fuck only twice and neither was my best experience. And neither man was as hung as my father. My dad's entry paused and he patted my head softly, stroking my blond hair as the other hand caressed the forearm below my hand on his hip. "It's OK, Slugger, I'll be careful... I just need your mouth, son... So bad." His voice was deep and urgent, pleading and at the same time commanding. I gave the slightest of nods and did my best to breathe through my nose. Dad kept to his word, keeping shallow strokes in and out of my suckling mouth. I relaxed and I felt him go a little further. I don't think he was beyond halfway buried into me with each stroke, but it felt deep, only in a good way. The face fucks I'd experienced before had been too much, but Dad took his time with me, and it paid off. The heavy thrust of his thick cock gave me new sensations and put me in a new psychological space. I was servicing my father, the penis that made me. More than that, he was taking possession of me. It was a heady idea and had my dick fully hard once more, despite having cum just now. He thrust faster. He kept the strokes from going deeper but the pistoning of his dick got more rapid. He reached down and touched along the side of my cheek. A simple, loving gesture. "You're so hot, son. I won't last long inside your mouth." I gave his bulging thigh muscle a gentle tap, letting him know it was OK. He looked down at me steadily, his voice was firm. "I want you to suck me twice tonight, Slugger." It was such a direct command, nasty and sexual. My cock surged in excitement. I moaned around his cock. I wanted to be what he wanted for me, a hot mouth to get off in. I felt his fingers move from my cheek to the side of my head, where they curled to hold me steady. I could sense the heavy need coursing through Dad's body. With each thrust, his abdomen grew more tense, and his legs almost quivered in my hands as they were knotting up so tightly. "Aw FUCK!" Dad grunted, uncharacteristically loudly as a heavy amount of his jizz shot right into my throat. Thankfully, I was prepared and I gulped it down as fast as he could shoot it. The taste wasn't so strong that far back on my tongue, but the distinctive texture of his semen was there, at times thick and custardy but getting runnier and almost gelatinous as it sluiced down my welcoming throat. Dad didn't yank himself out, but he was quick to withdraw after ejaculating, letting me enjoy the last drops of his semen. His phallus stood hard and wet and quivering. One of these days - if our sexual exploration continued - I'd take more. For now, I was proud I was able to get this man off so well. He wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned big. "Whoo, I needed that, Slugger...." He breathed heavily, coming down from his climax. "You're amazing, Jim. I couldn't hold off knowing you wanted me to come in your mouth." Dad gave me a playful pat to my cheek before moving off my chest. He hobbled off the bed and then went to the restroom. Like a lot of business hotels, the lavatory area wasn't in the bathroom and I watched my handsome half-naked father step out and wash his genitals with a washcloth, getting off the dried saliva and cum from its impressive length, which now hung softly between his thighs. I followed suit, and took a piss as well. When I came back out, Dad was lying back in bed, now fully naked, shoulders against the headboard, one arm behind his head and watching some TV distractedly. He looked up at me, his eyes once again drinking in my naked body. "I can let you get back to your dorm..." he said, "Or you're welcome to spend the night here." My heart raced. This was more than I had expected. "It'd be awesome to spend it here, Dad. If that's cool with you." He gave me a knowing expression and patted the free spot next to him on the queen bed. I climbed on, matching his position, shoulder to shoulder and enjoying the feeling of nakedness around my father. To this day, it's one of my favorite things to do with a guy, just spending time naked with him after sex, or even during the day. It's a simple thing, but it's a masculine bond, simultaneously sexual and not sexual, that makes me feel closer to a man. It was a sensation I'd first felt during my weekend with Jack Grant, and I've never failed to love it. Dad muted the TV and looked at me. "You know why we gotta set up boundaries, right, Jim?" he asked, a serious expression on his face. Gone was the husky-voiced, horndog Robert McGrath. Dad was back in dad mode. "Yessir," I said. "I know." If we hadn't had such toe-curling sex just now I would have felt dejected by the conversation. But now I felt like I was able to think clearly and logically about the complications of our situation. Dad was right, and my impetuous emotions aside, I knew it. "This is fun, but can't get in the way of the other stuff. You know... you being Dad, me being your son." Dad gave me a smile. "Are you just saying what you think I want to hear?" "A little," I admitted with a laugh. "But I get it. I do, sir." Dad nodded, happy at my reply, and leaned forward for a kiss which I immediately welcomed. Jesus, it was like I was getting my personal masterclass in kissing from my father. The only man who'd come close to that point was Jack Grant. As we made out we explored each other's bodies giddily. Dad was obviously enamored by the defined cuts of my body, his thick fingers tracing the grooved lines of my chest and abs as I gripped and massaged his large rounded pecs, enjoying the masculine feel of his chest hair between my fingers as his pecs flexed under my touch. He plundered my mouth, claiming my lips as I only gripped his chest harder. Dad's playfulness came back, and it fed mine. We were secret lovers doing the unthinkable - and loving it. I was erect once more but not in a rush for round two. I looked down at Dad's groin as he latched his lips to my neck, groaning against my skin as I let my hand slide from his impressive chest over his solid and equally furred torso. Dad's beautiful dick had plumped out but still was recovering, the head just peeking from under its hood. I ran my fingers through the thick grove of dark pubic hair and took hold of Dad's impressive meat. Dad growled against my neck, his fingers digging at my abs. I took the chance to play with his impressive tool and explore the foreskin, though Dad had to admonish me to avoid contact with his cock head, which was still sensitive. As I gently stroked his cock, Dad hands ran over my delts and triceps, admiring the heft of my batting arm before lifting it over my head. His lips kissed down my neck until his face was soon buried in my pit. I tightened my grip on his shaft as I felt Dad's breath in the downy hairs of my under arm then his tongue lapping there in wide swipes. I moaned softly as I felt and heard him take a long drag of my scent. My stroking hand went a bit wild as I watched Dad's foreskin unwrap and unfold over the plump head. I moaned, biting and licking my lips as his other hand felt down my thigh. But soon, he gripped my wrist, pulling my hand from his dick. And without saying a word, he maneuvered my body and had me turn over on my stomach. I rested my chin on my folded arms as I watched him recline down next to me on his side. I sighed and shut my eyes as his fingers traced their way all along my back, feather touches around my lats and then down the crease of my spine until his fingers ran over the curve of my ass. I thought back to what Dad said about not fucking, and I half wondered if he was changing his mind. Particularly as his fingers dipped further into my crack during his manual exploration, making me spread my legs just a bit. My boner was now rigid and leaking into the bedsheets. However, Dad withdrew his hands and crawled to the head of the bed, kneeling in front of me. I looked and saw he had an equally hard and equally ready boner. Dad's hand clasped my shoulder as the other gently held my chin, guiding my parting lips to his hardon once more. I looked up at him and followed his request. "See if you can take more of me this time, Jimbo," he breathed. He adjusted his hips as I opened up my mouth. Dad held his base, aiming the head for me, pulling back his skin as I tried to angle my throat better this time. I eagerly took him into my mouth, sucking up the inches I knew I could handle. I really needed to suck more guys' dicks if I wanted to learn how to treat a piece this size right. Lately I'd gotten off on being the one serviced. Normally that pushed my buttons, but with Dad, I got the sense he liked me servicing him. He wasn't urgent in his need this time. Instead, he let me do the work. He watched intently and patiently as I tried to take more in, my tongue desperately trying to pull more of my Dad into me. I choked a little and tears formed in my eyes. It wasn't painful but I was having a hard time, my blue eyes telling him I was trying. Gingerly, he wiped the tear off my cheek and caressed my face. "Easy Slugger, we got time," he said softly, tilting his head as he looked down at me with pride. "Your dad's a big man, but if you want, I'd love to teach you to take more." I slowly pulled off, my lips sucking the skin back over his head before his cock fell from my mouth. "Please, Dad," I replied and plopped the fat uncut head back in my mouth. Dad grinned, his steely eyes flashing as I felt his loving hand on my skull, pushing back to adjust the angle of my head. He held steady and gently applied pressure, pushing his massive cock slowly past toward the constriction of my throat. It felt great, but unfortunately once he tapped back in my craw, my gag reflex kicked in. I immediately backed off and tried again. My hands gripped his thighs just above his knees as my eyes went forward to focus on my task. I couldn't relax for him, no matter how much I wanted to. But Dad wasn't fazed, he just found where my spot of resistance was and began a steady pump back and forth, careful not to go too far. I moaned around his fat shaft, now half buried in my mouth. He held steady as my throat relaxed and accommodated him just a little. Now confident Dad wasn't going to push me beyond my limits, I felt the tightness in my gullet ease just a little to let his slick head prod against the entrance to my throat. "Oooh... That's it, Jim... like that...." Oh jeez. I wanted to come so bad, knew I was gonna cum, physical stimulation or not. I lifted my hips and reached down and grabbed my prick. It started jerking spurts of my cum out against the sheet as I cried around his heavy hard cock buried in my throat. I came down from an intense orgasm, and I think Dad decided tonight's lesson was done. Slowly, he pulled back `til he had only three inches or so of dick in my mouth. I nursed on him desperately, thinking he would pull out completely. But with tender thrusts, he fucked my sucking mouth gently. "Hold my dick, Slugger," he asked with a deep lust. "Stroke me while you suck." I did just that, using my finger grip on his lower shaft to move his skin back and forth in tandem rhythm to his thrusts. Dad hissed excitedly, letting me know I was doing it right and brushed my hair back with careful fingers until his own heavy spurts, surprisingly full for his second load, filled my mouth. "Ungh... Jimbo!... Oh Fuck... Goddamn, you're good, son," he muttered as he stroked my hair and I nursed the last briny dribbles out of him. ***** Dad woke up super early to shower and get on the road in time for work. I was still groggy when he nudged me awake. "Time to get up Jimbo. Sorry, I gotta be back in Norfolk by 9:30." I sat up in bed naked, rubbing my eyes and running my fingers through the mop of thick blond curls on my head. I threw my legs off the side of the mattress and noticed my clothes on the floor from the previous evening. I watched Dad in just his white boxers, pull his garment bag from the closet, unzipping it to reveal his khaki service uniform. Still yawning, I watched Dad get dressed with Naval efficiency. After hiking up his trousers, he buttoned up his short-sleeve shirt, which deliciously hugged his bulk in just the right way, the silver eagle insignia on the lapel of his collar noting his rank, USN Captain. I was mesmerized at the way the sleeves could barely hold the sheer size of his arms. His dark brown hair was still messy and damp from his shower, and I wasn't sure if it made him look more handsome or not. This was a ritual I'd seen a thousand times over growing up, but now it was hard wired to my lust for my dad. I was growing hard watching Dad in his uniform, my morning wood standing firm before I even noticed. Fuck, he looked so handsome. He slipped on his shiny, black shoes but he still left his crotch unbuttoned and the khaki belt unfastened. I had a good idea of why it was, but in case it wasn't clear, I asked, "If you got time, Dad, I really want to blow you again." He stood up straight and looked at his military watch to make sure he had time. He then stepped up to the edge of the bed. He pushed his underwear down, and his large prick flopped out, crowbar hard. Dad let out a soft growl as my hand touched it, fingers caressing the length. I still couldn't get over how hung my father was. It was one thing to see his monster of a dick, another to touch it and feel its size in my fingers. Unfortunately, I knew i didn't have a lot of time to explore it this morning. "I'm gonna get better at this, Dad," I said, looking up at him in his khaki officers' uniform. Everything was neatly pressed and the stacks of ribbons on his chest reminded me of his years of service. I turned my attention back down to his crotch, where the shirt tails split to reveal the heaviness of his dark pubic hair and the massive uncut endowment sticking out. I hunched over for the right angle to service him and grabbed his hanging balls, pulling him closer as I welcomed his prick back into my mouth. It was such a thrill to suck him like this, wearing his uniform, looking as distinguished as I'd ever seen him. I wished I was more awake for this, but hungrily, I swallowed the head of his rockhard cock once more, whimpering at the salty taste of his precum. I let my tongue dig at and under his foreskin, drawing more of his masculine flavor into my mouth. "You're already good at it, Slugger," Dad said, assuming a stance with legs spread and hands already running through my hair. "So fucking good at it." Dad wasn't an overly verbal man during sex and he certainly wasn't verbal that morning. Mostly he gently stood still and let me service him, his approving eyes meeting mine as his breath grew heavy. But he was definitely horny. It took me only a minute to suck him to completion. I moved my mouth back and forth over his full, weighty erection, feeling it grow and pulse as I got him closer. Dad's hips gently sawed his cock into my mouth as my saliva began to drip from my bottom lip. I worked on getting more into my gullet with each stroke now, remembering how I had relaxed my throat for him last night. I watched the awe roll over Dad's face, growling as he felt the head of his prick slip into my throat. It must have been too much for him as his body suddenly stiffened and quivered as he grit his teeth and groaned deeply. I felt a huge rush as his sperm pumped me once more. Oh God, I loved the look on his face when he comes. I pulled back to a shallower suck, wanting to savor the alkaline flavor on my tongue. I applied just a bit more section and Dad's dick spurted an extra volley of seed into my mouth before he was finally spent. He groaned low and long as he extracted his satisfied cock from between my wet lips, my lips clasping at the foreskin before finally letting him go. "All right," he said, his words more breath as he tucked his giant dick, now softening, back into his boxers and fixing his uniform. "I really gotta get going. Get dressed and let me drop you off at campus." It would take me a few days to wonder what Dad and I were doing in these secretive sexual meetings. But for that day, and longer, I felt a happy glow like I never had felt before.