Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2020 21:26:57 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised Ch. 14 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 Fourteen Norfolk, Christmas 2003 I received a surprise package in the mail the week before Christmas. "LCDR Jack Grant" and a San Diego address were on the return label. I tore it open then and there to find a Navy coffee mug with the emblem of Jack's ship. I texted him immediately and thanked him. Holt had taken off right after finals and I had the place to myself. It had been a quiet week so far, mostly working out and enjoying watching movies since classes were done. Jack's present was a welcome break from my new routine. Later that evening, my phone rang as I was surfing the internet in my bedroom. It was Jack. The Lieutenant Commander and I didn't talk regularly, but I had touched base with him at the start of semester. We had a complicated relationship. He was one of my dad's best friends, he was an older mentor for me in dealing with the whole gay thing, and to top it all off, he and I had a sexual history. I loved talking to him though, and hearing his voice. "Merry Christmas, Jim." Jack's voice was smooth and made me smile as I set my laptop aside and reclined back into my bed in just my cotton shorts and a long-sleeve T. "Merry Christmas, sir... er, I mean... Jack," I stuttered, grinning as I shoved my arm beneath my pillow, under my head. I could still imagine him in his Navy officer's uniform - looking so handsome and studly in his short sleeve, summer whites. "Sorry to be calling so late, Jim. I'll be traveling back to Indiana tomorrow and wanted to wish you a great holiday. How are you doing? The knee still bothering you?" he asked. We'd talked in November briefly, but I'd been pretty mopey then. "It's getting there," I said, as I looked down at my bare knee, shifting it as I examined it. "I can run comfortably on it now, the physical therapist says it's looking a lot better." "That's awesome news, Jim." "Jack... thanks for calling, checking in on me for the past couple months," I said somberly, feeling guilty at how bitter I was the last time we'd talked. "Of course, Jim. Like I said, I'll be a good friend when you need one." His voice was sincere. I wonder if he could hear me smile over the phone. "I'm glad you liked my gift," he added. "Thanks again, Jack. I loved it," I said. "Bob did say you were a coffee drinker now, so I thought I'd get you one from the ship's galley. So... you excited for Bob's homecoming?" "Yeah," I said as I tried to mask my excitement. "I've been to so many of his homecomings growing up, but this time... I dunno, I'm just excited to see Dad. Maybe it's just because it's Christmas." "Bob's been emailing and saying that he's really looking forward to seeing all of you waiting for him. Said it reminded him of when you boys were, well, boys," he said. "I'll tell ya, Jim. There's nothin' like seeing loved ones waiting for you as you step off that ship." I know that Jack had gotten off deployment in September and wondered if there was anyone to greet him at the naval base in San Diego. "I... I wish I could have been there for your homecoming, Jack," I said. I kind of threw it out there as a half-joke, but with a bit of longing in my voice as well. Jack and I had had phone sex a couple of times, and I was feeling him out now. The Navy officer's deep voice had a way of turning me on. Jack took the bait. "Aw, Jim. I would have loved to see you waiting for me on that pier," he said, his voice matching my own longing tone. "Nothin' like a stud waiting to greet an old sailor after months at sea." I chuckled, thinking back to when he greeted me at the airport, smiling that handsome smile of his as we greeted each other. I'll always remember the gorgeous specimen of Navy-conditioned masculinity Jack was. I know I wanted him at that moment. I wanted him now. "We'd go back to your apartment, and I'd have given you a homecoming like no other," I said as I poured some more lust into my voice. My legs shifted, rubbing in the warm sheets as I felt my cock begin to stir in my thin, cotton shorts. I let my right hand run across my chest, my thumb brushing my nipple through the cotton shirt. "Welcome home, Lieutenant Commander Grant." Jack growled over the phone. "Jim, I'd love nothing more than for you to be sharing my bed right now. Bob's not the only sailor missing you." He paused as I listened to his deep breaths, then he added softly. "Jim, I'm pretty hard here... you wanna?" I felt my cock gently bounce with excitement in my shorts as I was hard in no time. We were doing this. "Yeah," I croaked in reply as I let my hand trail down my abs, digging into my shorts and finally gripping my solid shaft. I let a soft moan, and Jack growled again. It was strangely intimate: the LCDR and I didn't speak, but we were both stroking off on other ends of the phone. It was like phone sex but different, just focused on our breathing and palpable presence on opposite sides of the country. I let my fingers rub and grip my shaft and head in just the right way. I was so achingly hard, and a stream of cocksnot started to ooze out my pisslit. I smeared the natural lube down my shaft as I felt my hole twitch. I shut my eyes, bending my knees as I felt the muscles in my core, glutes and thighs tighten in response to my puckering chute. I let out a soft and short gasp, eliciting Jack's own approving, gravelly groan. I let my memory replay our coupling with my favorite details. I remembered laying back on Jack's bed, his scent on the sheets, the warm light of the room, his perfectly muscular body over mine, the way this sculpted chest heaved beneath his blond-furred skin. I remembered his hazel eyes looking down at me and remembered the way his lips moved and jaw tightened as his officer cock slid into me. I remembered gripping his wide back, clawing at his flexed obliques and delt as I wrapped my legs around his tight waist. The head of Jack's beautiful cock running over and across my joy button, making me grip him harder, making me beg for more. I relived those memories with Jack over the phone as I soon had my shorts bunched around my tensing thighs, my left hand alternating between stroking my dripping cock, fingering my balls, and lightly touching my hole. Our rhythmic breaths and low groans all mixing and reminding me what it felt like to lose my cherry all over again.... Jack fucking me with perfect precision... the buzzing pleasure rippling down my chest and up my legs... his built body on top of me, over me... the determined look on his perfectly handsome face, fucking me at just the right angle, just the right pace, wanting me to come getting off on his cock alone. I wondered if Jack was thinking of the same thing while he stroked off. I decided to break the silence. "God, I'm so turned on," I hissed. Jack Grant's voice croaked in a sexy baritone on the other end. "Yeah, me too, Jim. Hard as fuck." "Jack..." I asked between gasps. "What are you thinking of right now?" I could almost feel Jack next to me as he answered. "Probably the same thing as you, sexy." It was wild how in sync the Naval officer and I were at that moment. I tugged more feverishly at my dong, working it in full strokes now. "I'm thinking of when you fucked me that first time," I said, savoring how hot it was to vocalize those words, even now. "I loved fucking you," he growled with a bated breath that let me know he was flogging away at his dick too now. "...being inside you. Fuck, Jim. You felt so good... so perfectly tight." "Damn," I grunted. I almost came but somehow the near-orgasm just fed my pleasure as I continued stroking. It was as if Jack fed off my horned-up state over the phone. "Would you let me in you again, Jim? Let me fuck your hot ass?" This was sex talk but I felt a real challenge to his question. Our weekend hookup my senior year had been a one-off experience. This was our third time having phone sex, so there was clearly some lingering lust and sexual chemistry between us. But we hadn't broached the idea of having real sex in the future. Jack was broaching it now. "Fuck yeah," I grunted in reply. Any guardedness I might have about maintaining a platonic boundary with my Dad's friend was out the window. I was too turned on. "I'd let you lift my legs up, dive your face right in... tongue my hole, make me beg for it, Jack." "Damn..." Jack's voice was heavy with desire now, like he was about to come. "I need to fuck you again, Jim. Let this Navy man take care of you, fuck you just the way you like." "Oh, fuck... Jack... I, I..." I could see him, Jack here in my bed, on top of me, fucking me. In my head, my room filled with the soft and rhythmic slaps of sweaty, fucking flesh. I could see my blond-furred calves flexing on either side of his head, settling in the deep groove between his bulging traps and delts, my toes curing just behind his ears. His blond hair dripped with sweat, his bangs falling over his face just above his brow. His hazel eyes locked with mine in an intense stare, conveying all the need and lust he had for me as his shaved and chiseled jaw tensed with each thrust of his hips. A coat of sweat bathed this body, matting the blond hairs to his chest and abs, collecting and darkening as they fell into the defined grooves of his muscles - between his pecs and across and down the contours of his undulating abdominals. I jerked more, feeding off the interplay between my mental image and the sound of Jack on the other end. "I'd fuck my hot baseball stud, all right," his baritone voice incanted, in apparent rhythm to his own strokes. "Fuck you deep... hard..." I jerked and imagined the thick patch of his dark blond pubes pressing into my ballsac as Jack fucked me with Naval precision, making me cry out at each jab against my prostate. I could see him grip my thick and meaty thighs, pulling me to meet every thrust. I imagined reaching down between my legs, past my bouncing and dripping cock, past my jostling balls, over my sweaty taint, my fingertips feeling the wet stretched rim of my hole, and finally Jack's slick and hot cock, boing into me. I gripped my prick. One more good stroke, just over the tipping point. Fuck! I felt my body tense, my abs tighten as I felt all my pent up desire rip through my shaft as it swelled in my grip. I stifled my moans as I came all over my heaving abs and chest, Jack encouraging me with ragged breaths as I knew he was coming right along with me. "Damn," he finally hissed as I felt like I had just sprinted a mile. My cock began to soften as I stroked out the final drops of cum and finally caught my breath. "I do miss you, Jack." I said with a gentle yearn in my voice. "I miss you too, Jim. Glad you're feeling like yourself again." "Yeah... that nut was intense," I chuckled nervously as my senses returned. Jack laughed too. "Guess we get a little carried away sometimes." "We do," I admitted. "But I'm enjoying it." I could hear a brief pause on the other end, then Jack continued. "Jim... I don't want to promise anything I can't deliver on." "I get it," I assured him. "It's just fun between us," I said. "But I was on the level. I'd let you fuck me again if you ever wanted to." "Well, that's a nice Christmas thought," he said, noncommittally. "It is," I agreed. ***** The McGraths had a late Christmas that year. Dad was scheduled to come home the 28th of December, and my brothers and I decided we would celebrate on the 29th and make it as real a Christmas as we could for him. I won't say that the six months he'd been gone had passed quickly, but with school and my injury, my mind had been a little preoccupied. Matt was also on holiday break from Annapolis, and we'd been hanging out alone at Dad's Norfolk house for a few days. It was great having a little one-on-one, brotherly bonding time again. We played video games, had movie marathons, and ordered take-out. It was cool to be just us, and I liked that the cadet part of him took a backseat to the brother I remembered growing up with. Matt and I went out and got a tree for the house. We spent Christmas Eve pulling decorations out of the basement and doing the best we could making the place look festive for Dad. But it was still odd waking up Christmas morning and it just being Matt and me in the house. Uncle Mike and Lisa called and wished us a Merry Christmas, and so did John, and Paul and Megan. Matt and I tried to treat it like any other day, knowing that we'd celebrate as soon as Dad got home. Matt and I picked up Paul and Megan at the airport the morning of the 27th, the day before Dad's homecoming, and that night John was set to fly in as well. Back at the house, Megan and Paul insisted on a home cooked meal for Matt and me, as I'm sure they noticed the empty pizza and take-out boxes in the trash can. Matt and I left our brother and his wife in the kitchen as we made our final trip back to the airport. It was great to see John again and to meet his new girlfriend, Sarah. Matt and I noticed the look on John's face as he introduced her, and it seemed like a more serious relationship than the previous girls he brought home to meet the family. When the day finally arrived, the McGraths were among the crowds of families, bundled up and standing in the freezing weather on the Norfolk Naval Station port. Fuck, it was cold, even for midday. I had on my heavy winter coat and beanie, hands in my pockets as I looked out onto the grey Atlantic with my brothers, awaiting Dad's ship to appear on the horizon. Megan decided to go all out and made a nice handwritten sign on poster board that read, "Welcome Home, Captain Robert McGrath." It brought back memories of my childhood, of being 7 years old, in San Diego, waiting with the "Welcome Home" sign that me and my brothers had made. Wearing my Dixie cup hat and Dad's dogtags, my neighbor holding me up to get a better view of Dad walking off the ramp... "There it is," John said, pulling me out of my memories as he pointed at a small dot on the horizon. Sarah looked intrigued at what must have been her first Navy... anything. The ship got closer as Paul passed around a pair of binoculars he had brought. I always remembered feeling like it took hours for Dad's ship to dock, and this time was no different. But I felt my stomach jump into my chest as I could finally make out the bodies of sailors on the rails. Paul was helping Megan look through the binoculars at the waiving sailors as the crowd around us grew more excited. Matt pointed out the Norfolk command, Admirals and their entourage there to greet Dad's ship along with us. The ship finally docked as I felt myself grow more anxious. We watched the first sailor descend off the ramp as a young woman rushed out of the crowd and into the sailor's arms - the first kiss, Navy tradition after a long voyage. Paul and Megan, and even John and Sarah, held each other close as the crowd burst into cheers. I looked at the couples around me and couldn't help but feel a little envious. The throngs of families brimmed with excitement as the rest of the sailors with bags over their shoulders, began walking down the ramp - off the ship and onto dry land. We McGraths knew it was customary for the lower enlisted to depart first, so we knew we would not be seeing Dad so soon. We watched the happy reunions around us as Megan and Sarah began asking questions. Until finally. I felt my face light up as I saw Dad dressed handsomely in his dress blues and white cap, so masculine and full of authority. My brothers and I cheered as we watched the Norfolk command party greet Dad, returning salutes and handshakes. I felt jittery as we watched Dad walk towards us with a huge smile on his handsome face. He hugged each of my brothers in turn until finally reaching me. I lunged into his arms and hugged him with all my strength. I felt his breath on my neck as I held tight to him. "I missed you, Slugger," he said against my ear, making me gently sob. "...missed you like hell." Man, he was thrilled. He was clearly glad to be home and also glad to have all of us, his four boys, home for the holidays. We all helped cook up a massive Christmas dinner and saved all the family gifts for that evening. After all the dishes were done, there was wine and beer as the family took it easy before calling it a night. I stepped out of the living room where everyone had collected and went back into the kitchen for one more nightcap. I had just pulled a cold bottle out of the fridge as I suddenly saw Dad step into the kitchen as well. "I'll have another one too, Jimbo." I pulled out another bottle and handed it to him. We settled, leaning against the counter next to each other as he passed the bottle opener. I had a feeling it was time for a father-son chat. "Son, I have some news on my end," he started. "Nicole and I have... well, we've broken things off." I did wonder why we didn't see her on the dock with us. I could see some pain in his blue-grey eyes, and I had the feeling Nicole had done a good bit of the dumping. Dad didn't need me to remind him that deployments are part of the package when you're dating a military man. I didn't know the story, though. Maybe Nicole didn't feel she could wait, maybe Dad's deployment came too early in their dating, or maybe it was just unrelated. You'd think the jealous side of me would be elated, but I felt genuinely sad. "Sorry to hear, Dad," I said. "You OK?" It was the sort of thing he'd ask me, and I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate thing to say to your father, but after the way we'd grown close over the years, I was really concerned for him. "I'll be OK, Slugger. We were just looking for different things. I'm not looking to remarry, at least not in a hurry. And it was tough being away." He took a sip of his beer. "You know, I've been real impressed with you through all this. Me getting out there and dating again. You've been mature about it, more than most sons would be. I appreciate it, Jimbo." He was speaking plain and direct now, but I sensed the subtext, too. Dad was happy our sexual indiscretions last fall and spring hadn't led me to be jealous. "Dad, I'd be a total jerk to be anything but supportive for you. You're always there for me, I'm always gonna be there for you, sir." I clinked my bottle against his. ***** It did my mood a lot of good being home. I was still worried about my injury and wondering if my swing would recover after it. But being around family reminded me that there are more important things than baseball, even if sports was my main passion. My oldest brother John seemed to be particularly attentive to me, and come New Year's Eve, he asked if I wanted to hang out. Dad had to be back on the naval station for the usual post-deployment process. Sarah had gone back to Chicago early for work, Paul and Megan had flown back to the Midwest on the 30th, and Matt was hanging out with his high school friends. It was a very warm day for late December and John suggested we go for a run along the beach. "Come on, Jim. Get dressed. Run time," he said as he sat down next to me on the couch, dressed for a run in the brisk weather as he tied his running shoes. I looked down at myself and frowned. "Probably a good idea. I have already gained about fifteen pounds since my injury," I said as I ran my hand over my midsection padding. "And I'm worried being home is about to add another five." Sure enough, I was getting my freshman fifteen, only it was a year late, which was another reason I was in a funk. So I guess I was eager to get out and run off some of the food I'd eaten over the last couple of days. "Ha," John said. "I didn't know baseball players had to worry about their weight." Of all the McGrath men, John and Matt had the most naturally slender build, whereas me, Dad, and especially Paul, have bulkier builds naturally. Now 25, John kept in shape and was a devoted runner. I was glad he was around to motivate me, now that my knee was good enough for it. "Not sure how many dudes want to go for a pudgy college kid," I replied. OK, maybe I was wallowing in self-pity lately. John called me out on it as he stood up. "Cut the crap, Jimbo. I have enough gay friends to know they go for jocks, no matter what the shape or size. Now, am I getting your lazy ass off this couch or not?" It was funny, my oldest brother could be bossy, just like Dad. "Sir, yes sir!" I replied mockingly, glad to have this dynamic back in my life. The Virginia Beach boardwalk still looked the way I remembered it. And even with the colder weather, there were a number of walkers and other runners here and there. John and I shared a paced warm-up jog along the paved stretch, but my still healing knee didn't allow me to keep up with him as he increased his pace. We had a good run, although in the end I had to take it easy with a three-miler and let John go for his longer distance. It just reminded me that I still had a ways to go before I was back to my previous physical condition. But I got a nice sweat going in my athletic hoodie as I stretched out on a park bench. I planted one foot on the metal seat as I reached for my toes, stretching my hamstrings, my breathing less labored, enjoying the 60 degree sunny day and the brisk breeze coming off the water. I thought back to the time I'd chatted up Kevin, the Navy petty officer, at this very spot. How I had the balls to do that as a high school kid, I'll never know. It was weird how I missed my hometown. I felt cooped up growing up here, but looking back, I'd found it easier to find men to have sex with here, back before I was nervous about my ball career. I had to wonder if it was all worth it. Or maybe I just needed to find my confidence again. John rejoined me, smiling and pumped from endorphins, also sweating despite the colder weather. "Sorry to make you wait," he said, catching his breath. "No problem, brother. Beautiful day," I said as I looked back out over the water. It was the sort of breezy day that would have felt cold in April or October, but felt downright warm in the middle of winter. "I'll say." He stretched as I finally took a seat on the bench. After a couple silent moments, he sat down next to me. "Are you doing OK, Slugger?" he asked as we sat and watched the ocean. "What do you mean?" I asked, turning to look at him. His straight brown hair was still damp with sweat as he ran his fingers back through it, his similar blue eyes met mine with honest fraternal concern. I think he could tell I hadn't been feeling like my best self lately. He shrugged. "The injury. School. Dating life. Anything. Everything. We don't get the chance to talk much." This was a new side to my brother, all right. I remember him being an angsty teen when he was still living at home - fighting with Dad after mom died and always angry at something. And I was the annoying little brother. But now, John seemed to finally take an interest in my and Matt's lives. I felt almost like a little kid with my big bro looking out for me, something I didn't quite get from him when he lived here in Norfolk. I sighed. "It's been a tough semester.... I've been kind of depressed actually." He frowned and gave my head a playful ruffle, making a mess of my damp blond hair and making me smile in return. "Wanna talk about it?" he asked, finally relaxing back in his seat. I nodded, and out came a litany of my insecurities. About playing baseball, about not knowing what else I wanted to do with my life, if I should have joined the Navy instead, about not being as smart, or as good at school as him, or Matt, or Dad, about negotiating the closet, about not having a boyfriend or even a real dating life. Of course I left out the bit about my fucked up sexual attraction to Dad and my incestuous experiences. But I talked about the rest. John listened and prompted me here and there. But mostly, he listened. Finally, he said, "I don't have any wisdom for you, Jim. But sometimes, it's good to get this stuff off your chest. You know, not keep it all bottled up." I nodded in agreement as he sat back up. "That's the best part of dating, actually. For all the ups and downs, I can always talk to Sarah, and she can talk to me. I hope you find someone like that for you, Jim. I really do." I don't think I fully realized until then how much I wanted it. I let my shoulders slump as I realized... I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted what he and Sarah had... Hell, I wanted what Paul and Megan had. I remembered the look they shared as they stared at each other. I didn't want to be jealous, but I wanted that - I wanted a guy to look at me and want me for all my fucked up flaws. Sex was good, and to be honest, I could have used some more of that, too. But I wanted a special man, whatever form that took. I'd been repressing it because I had to. My eyes misted up a little, but I fought it back. Fortunately, John knew what to say. "I got a sixth sense about some things. You're gonna get over your injury, OK," he said as he let his hand clasp my shoulder. "And you're gonna find someone to share your life with, Jim. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but wait. You'll find him. Enjoy being a college kid in the meantime." "I thought you didn't have any advice," I joked, my smile finally returning. "Smart ass." He punched me playfully in the shoulder. "Whaddya say we go pick up something to grill for dinner tonight? It's New Year's Eve and I'm sure Dad would love a good steak." "Yeah, sounds good." ***** I had a few days before I had to head back to Charlottesville. John had flown back to Chicago, and Matt had already taken off back to Annapolis. So it was back to just me and Dad in the house, just like before. Dad had resumed his duties and position on base and now that my brothers had left, he'd gone back to his usual serious, quiet mode. I did worry about him and worried about him being alone. Which was a weird thing because I was the one pining for sex, and maybe something more. And it was the sort of concern Dad always had about me - he was always gently chastising me for being too serious - but now I had an inkling of sympathy for what it must be like to be a single parent. I enjoyed our evening chats over dinner, but as I tried to read his stoic expression for a hint of sexual interest, I saw none. I knew things would have to be platonic and purely parental between him and me. At least for now. No sex. But that didn't keep me from sneaking a look at his body when I could or from having strong fantasies pop into my head. Especially those early evenings when Dad would get home from base and I'd see him in his full uniform. I tried not to blatantly stare at him. But... fuck, did the Navy know how to make a uniform hug Dad's chest in all the right ways. If anything, my cums were even more intense masturbating in my old room, knowing Dad was just a few doors down. I would be half naked in my bed, biting my lip and flogging my lubed prick. I had vivid memories of sucking Dad's 10-inch, uncut cock on my knees, at his feet in front of him. In my frequent fantasy, I imagined him in nothing but his Navy combination cap on his head and his dogtags around his neck... sometimes with his formal, white gloves on. I imagined looking up at him with my wet, pink lips wrapped around his fat and veiny shaft, my tongue wiggling under the stretched hood of his foreskin, massaging his sensitive head as Dad groaned with a deep pleasure. He'd run his thick fingers through my tousled blond hair, telling me how much he loved the way I sucked and worshipped his cock. His massive, hairy chest would heave with each breath, the metal tags clinking in the deep hairy groove between his pecs. I loved the way his head would tilt as he watched me suckle on the paternal cock that made me, moaning as I drank up the steady stream of salty precum oozing into my mouth. His grey eyes and smile filled with an unbridled lust for me, his boy, his son. He'd announce his impending cum with a tightening of his strong jaw and lip. His fingers gently gripping my hair as he'd widen his stance, taking over my suckjob as he'd begin sawing his massive cock back against my throat, his muscular thighs delivering controlled but steady thrusts into my hungry mouth. I remembered how his cock would swell against my tongue just before he'd grunt out my name and coat my mouth with blasts of hot, salty thick cum. My dad's cum. I heaved in my bed and enjoyed my fantasy, eyes shut and body clenched. I licked my lips as if I could taste Dad's potent jism for real. My toes curled from a wave of pleasure-filled sensation that rushed down from my limbs, centering in my tightening ballsac before firing out my cock and painting my sweaty chest in white streaks. It always took a second for me to find my bearing after coming like that. After it was all done, I'd look down at myself and feel just a little perturbed and a little guilty. Dad's 10-inch cock was just down the hall, and it frustrated me that I wanted it like I did. But after I cleaned myself up it didn't take me long to return to my normal self. The edge taken off, I resumed my regular mentality as Jim McGrath, my dad's son... acting normal around my father, as he seemed to act completely normal around me. ***** My hand was all good and well, but I was pretty horny and my dick felt neglected. I wanted to get laid. Bad. That night, I had a good idea of where to go. I felt bad for my idea - for sneaking over to Rick's when I knew he wouldn't be home, for lying to my father that I was going over to see Rick and might even spend the night there. I drove to the ritzy part of Norfolk, stepped up to the front door and nervously knocked. Mr. Bryant seemed surprised when he answered the door. "Jim?" he asked, confused, but still happy to see me. He was dressed comfortably in a worn T and sweats, looking like he was enjoying a quiet evening alone at home. I stood anxious now on the porch, my hands in the pockets of my jeans as I tried to keep my composure. I'd gotten dressed for the occasion, with a button-down that now hugged my bigger body. While I had gained weight, my chest, shoulders, and arms were still very much enviable. I'd gone without an undershirt, spraying some cologne on and leaving an extra top button undone. I still had the cleft between my pecs that I was still proud of. My blond hair was freshly trimmed short on the sides and back, and was growing out to a neat inch on top - just short enough to keep the impending curls at bay. I made sure I looked well-groomed, with a clean shave and hair gelled before I left Dad's house. "Hi, Mr. B," I said timidly. He swallowed nervously. We hadn't really talked since we fooled around last summer, maybe against our better judgment. "Um, Rick isn't here. He's down in Florida, at his mother's." I nodded. `Here goes,' I thought. "Yeah, Mr. B, I know. I came here to see you, actually. I, um, wanted to ask you on a date." My voice hopeful as I gauged his reaction. He smiled, a little amused. "You serious, Jim?" I wanted to sink into the spot where I was standing. But I decided to stand my ground. "Yes, sir. See, I've never been on a date with a guy before. And I know you'd never be serious with a young guy like me, but I would be honored if you'd go on one date with me. You know, as a favor...." "Wow," Mr. Bryant answered, a pleasant surprise in his eyes and smile . I smirked. God, he was attractive. His sea blue eyes looked back into mine. In his normally dirty blond hair, the silver had started to come in just a little more over the last year, setting off his handsome features. "Um, well, come in first," he said, stepping aside and ushering me in. "Yes, sir," I said, stepping into the foyer, my hands still in my pockets. I stood nervously as the man shut the door and came round. Grinning, he stepped up to me, putting his hands on my arms as he appraised me. "You're looking great, Jim," he said as I felt his fingers grip the muscles of my arms, "...as always." Then he leaned in, tilting his chin up. I met his lips, leaning down as I let my hand wrap around his waist. I kissed him, letting him lead me, guiding my tongue into his mouth as I felt his hands roam over my upper body. His mouth soft, his kiss slow but tongue-forward. You can believe I kissed him back as he dragged it out of me, as romantic as I knew how - cupping his neck, hand gripping his lower back as I pulled his body firmly into mine, letting him feel the effect he had on me. But I felt out of my depths here. I'd learned how to be a fully sexual man, even as other guys my age were lucky to get to second base with a girl, and yet I never had the chance to develop my romantic side. Mr. B didn't seem to mind, or maybe he was just guiding me, leading the way in how to do it right. "How was that, Jim?" he asked as he pulled back, hands feeling up my chest. "Perfect," I said, grinning as I held his waist. His cheeks flushed red. "You know, I'm a real lousy Dad to be going on a date with my son's friend. But if you want to...." "Oh, I want to, Mr. B," I said with an eager nod. This time leaning in to take initiative with the kiss. His lips oh-so eager and inviting. He tasted sweet but mellow, a flavor all his own. God, I could do this all night. We started getting into it. Too into it, probably, `cause I got the sense that we both wanted sex, and I felt my now hard dick rubbing against his through our clothes. "Easy there, Cowboy," Mr. B said as he pulled his lips from mine, his hand on my cheek as he grinned at me. "We got all night." "Yessir," I smiled timidly, happy to be chastened by this older, more experienced man. "What did you have in mind for our date?" he asked as his hands roamed over my shoulders. I smiled, holding him tight and close to me. "If you've not had dinner, sir, I could take you out. Or to a movie. You know, like a normal couple." "Let's start with dinner and see where that goes," he gave my chin a little nudge. "Give me ten minutes to get ready?" He already looked like a million bucks, but I nodded yes. I reluctantly let him go as he disappeared down the hall while I sat in his living room, giddy and excited like a boy on prom night. This was weird all right, but I didn't care. My first date with a guy at 20. Even if Mr. B was humoring me, this was real enough for me. I looked up when he stepped back into the living room moments later. I let out a slow whistle as I took in the sight of my date for the night. He'd combed his dirty blond and silvering hair. He put on a fresh button-down and sport coat, showcasing his toned and lithe body - a nice pair of slacks on his waist and loafers on his feet. "Ready?" he asked, adjusting his cuff. "Yes, sir," I said as I stood up and stepped towards him. "God, Mr. B, you look so handsome. Perfect." He was gonna get sick of me saying that word, but it fit. I made the man blush. We walked out the door and to my Civic. "I should have you over more often, Jim," he said as he slipped into the passenger seat of the car. "You do an old man's ego good." I turned the engine and asked, "How old are you, Mr. B? If you don't mind my asking." "49." He seemed embarrassed to admit it. "I feel honored, sir." I said with a grin. "I can't imagine a hotter guy to have my first date with." That made him smile. Yeah, maybe he was humoring me. But I couldn't help but lavish attention on him. I'd thought of him as a naughty fling last year, but now I interacted with him on a different register. As we drove, the conversation seemed to flow naturally - asking him about himself, his work, his life. He talked a little about his divorce, confirming my suspicions that it was his attraction to men that had ended his marriage. We got a booth at a decent, mid-price Italian restaurant in town. The place was not busy, the lights were dim, the music was low, and it was easy to forget that we weren't alone. I'm sure we looked like father and son, and the idea gave me a perverse thrill. Particularly when I felt Mr. B kick off his loafer and run his toes along my ankle. "You got some major game, Jim McGrath," he finally said with a twinkle in his eye. I leaned forward on my elbows as I couldn't help but get a cocky smile on my face, which made him laugh. "I know you're not looking for anything serious... not with me," I said. " I'm having the time of my life. Just having dinner with you. Really." "I'm enjoying it, too," he said with a soft smile. "But no, Jim, I'm not looking for anything serious. I mean... you're my son's friend after all." "Yeah," I chuckled as I looked down at my empty dinner plate. "This is pretty crazy." The whole thing was absurd. I'd known Mr. Bryant since I was 16. I'd always thought he was hot, but didn't really think much of it until last summer. Now I was on a date with him - my first date. "You cannot say a word about this to Rick," he laughed. "I won't," I said, letting the seriousness seep into my words. He smiled with a little guilt, and I guessed he didn't know what to say after that. So I changed the subject and soon we were back to making small talk again. I didn't know what to expect when I drove him home. But as I pulled up in front of the house, Mr. B looked at me. "Thanks for a terrific evening Jim. I mean it." He leaned forward, across the console and we were immediately kissing. Somehow, even more softly than before as his lips writhed against mine, his tongue coaxing my own to kiss him gently. It went on beyond a peck. It was a soulful, ten-minute kiss as the car filled with deep breaths and soft moans. He was breathing hard when we broke, his hand gripping my neck as I'm sure I was lost for breath, too. "Want to come in?" he asked sheepishly as his fingers caressed the base of my neck. "Oh yeah," I said, meeting him in another kiss before turning off the car. "No offense, Jim," he said as he ushered me inside, "but I need my head examined - making out with my son's best friend." There was just a low desk lamp on in the living room and he didn't bother turning on more lights after shutting the front door. If his words expressed regret, his body didn't as he stepped up to me, touching my chest and feeling my muscle beneath my shirt. "So strong," he growled as he looked up at me. "Are you 19?" "20, sir," I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist, letting my hands eventually fall onto his tight ass. Romantic Mr. Bryant was gone and replaced by Lusty Mr. Bryant. His mouth crashed hard against mine and his fingers started undoing my shirt buttons, pulling the fabric to the side, and soon I felt his fingers against my warm, bare chest. In turn, I rubbed up his toned back and around his torso beneath his sport coat, finding myself very turned on by his older, fit muscle. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he whispered. The gleam in his eye gave me a shiver. "Please," I said and then followed Mr. Bryant down the hall. He removed his sport coat and I could see the broad powerful back a man his age often has. "Interested in a joint first, Jim?" he asked as he opened the door to his bedroom and turned on the light. "It often helps me get in the mood." With his back to me, my hands latched on his shoulders and gave them a strong squeeze. "I'm driving so maybe I shouldn't," I answered. The 49-year-old, gorgeous man backed his body into my embrace, pressing his warm back against my clothed chest. We were equally matched in height and the contact felt great. I arms snaked around his torso, pulling him in tighter as my lips brushed the back of his neck. "You know you're always welcome to stay over here," he said, with a new lust in his voice. "There's the guest room, if you prefer... Or my bed." "Your bed sounds amazing," I said, kissing the side of his neck and running my hands up and along the toned swells of his chest. I knew Dad was half-expecting me to stay the night at the Bryants'. And as I'd been reminded after my hookups with David the professor, I really enjoyed spending the night with another man. It felt grown up and intimate. "...as does a joint," I added, laughing into his hair. To be honest, I could have gone right to the sex then, but I wanted to draw this out as long as I could. I wanted to make this first date as perfect as it could be. Mr. Bryant half turned his body and craned his head back for a kiss. It was a quicker and more playful kiss. He patted my side. "Get comfortable," he said as my arms slowly let him go. "I love smoking naked with a guy." I knew Mr. B was the Cool-Dad type but it was still a trip to see him act like a guy half his age. He pulled open his dresser drawer and pulled out a small tin containing his stash and papers. I stayed where I stood as I unlaced then removed my leather shoes. I then untucked my shirt and undid the final buttons before peeling it off my shoulders. I looked down at myself and all of a sudden, I felt self conscious about my body. "I've put on a few pounds this year, sir. I hope you don't mind," I said with just a hint of disappointment, my shirt in my hand as Mr. Bryant turned to look at me. He set the tin on his dresser before I watched his eyes sweep up my body, from my navel to my neck. When his gaze caught my eyes, he let the corner of his lip curl as he shook his head and undid his belt and unzipped his khakis. "Jim, you're the hottest guy I've ever had sex with. You still are." I smiled and, encouraged, took off my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear. I'd gotten a few pairs of boxer briefs like David's and really was into the way they hugged my legs and glutes. Peeling those off now, my prick was rigid with desire and in anticipation of sex with Ed again. Now fully naked, I got onto the bed first and leaned back on one of the large pillows as I watched Mr. B strip off the rest of his clothes. It looked like he'd gotten in even better shape since I'd last seen him. Trim but well-built, flat stomach. His dirty blond hair, graying at the temples, was matched with soft swirls of similarly colored fur all over his chest and abs. "Fuck, you're so hot, Mr. B," my words drooling out of my mouth as I gently stroked my prick. He smiled at the compliment but as he pushed his own boxer briefs down, he chastised me again. "You gonna be calling me Mr. B all night, Jim?" I watched him reveal his own rigid dick, beautiful at 7 inches, and cut. His balls seemed full, nice round orbs that hung down an inch from his tool. "That bother you?" "A little," he admitted. "Makes me feel like a shitty father. Let's keep it Ed, OK?" "Sure thing, Ed," I said. I felt bad I'd upset Mr. Bryant or put him in a bad mood, but as he climbed into the bed to join me, he had the same playful look on his face again. We got comfortable, adjusting pillows at our backs before finally sitting up against the headboard, erections sticking from our crotches, as Ed rolled up a joint and lit it. He took a hit then passed it to me. I'd been going along with the flow of Ed's suggestion but now that I was smoking, I had to admit this was making me feel great. We passed it back and forth a few times, working on our high as we traded smiles. "Glad you were up for this, Jim," Mr. Bryant said as he took the joint from me. "Pot definitely helps me relax... I was thinking..." he took a hit. "... I'd like to try getting fucked by your big one." I took the joint now, my eyes widened. "For real, Ed? God, I'd love to fuck you." I had my turn as Ed watched on, a goofy expression forming on his face. "You have any experience as a top?" "Yeah," I said proudly, giving him a quick nod. "A good bit, actually. Fucking a guy is my favorite thing to do." We'd gotten to the end of the joint and Ed took the last toke before setting aside the tin. "Is that right? You have a ranking then?" he asked, a horny smile on his lips as his brow piqued with interest. "Yep," I smirked as I rolled over and crawled on top of him. He spread his legs, accepting my body as I let my cock brush against his. My arms now extended on either side of his shoulders, our faces close again once more as I licked his bottom lip. Mr. B felt up my flexed arms as he deepened our smoky kiss. I pulled my tongue from his mouth and began kissing down his neck, down his jugular as his hands massaged my rounded shoulders. "Fucking's number one," I said as I licked down his sternum, enjoying the chest hair between his pecs. "...getting head's number two..." I paused, letting my tongue delve into his belly button as his hands gripped my gelled hair. The tip of his cock was pulsing and leaking just under my chin. His strong legs contracting and clenching my torso as he moaned. I looked up, over his body to his face. He looked back at me with hooded eyes. "I want to show you number three," I said as I kissed at his waist. He nodded as I let my head roam further down his body. I let my breath brush over his cock as I only let the tip of my tongue trace down his shaft. I softly tongued his sac as my head fell out of reach of his hands. I looked up. His eyes and mouth showed surprise as I reached under each knee, nudging up his legs. Mr. B knew exactly what was coming and pulled his legs up and apart as I lick down his fuzzy taint. "Oh fuck, Jim," the man hissed as I burrowed my smooth face in his now open and furry trench, licking along his inner thigh. I let my tongue get closer to his furred hole as I listened to his breath get more excited. I groaned as I let my tongue finally taste him, feeling his hungry hole pulse with anticipation as I hardened my tongue for entry. I channeled LCDR Grant, and even Josiah, as I wedged my tongue into his eager opening. I slipped into him with relative ease as he pushed his hole out to greet me. Yeah, he wanted this. Mr. B gripped his legs, holding his knees close to his chest as he groaned, rolling his head back and to the side as I gripped each sculpted cheek, licking his crinkled entrance before pressing my tongue into him once more and tasting his innards. His hole wanted me, pulsing and opening to me as I sucked at his hole, flicking my tongue before diving back into him. I was flat out munching Mr. B's hole now, deep and heavy tongues strokes over, around, and against his pucker, driving the man wild as he heaved his ass back into my lips and tongue. "Fuck yeah... Oh, Jim... Eat me out," he urged wantenly as he flexed his chute around my delving tongue. I went at him harder, slurping and licking wildly. It probably looked lewd, and now stoned, I lacked finesse. I was just horny as fuck and very into eating Mr. B's hole. Finally he nudged my head as I felt maybe it had become too much for him, fingers stroking my bangs. "My turn," he muttered. I pulled my tongue from him and leaned up, spit coating my lips and chin. I could see how amazing and tempting Mr. Bryant's pucker was, the soft crinkled folds nestled in the hairs now wetted down by my saliva. Fuck, he looked primed to fuck right now. "Sure," I agreed. I remembered the experience of Jack Grant backing his ass to my face, so I copied that position with Ed, turning around and leaning forward on my knees, spreading my legs slightly as I pulled my ass apart to let him in. I looked back as Ed crawled into position behind me. He pawed each cheek in his hands, opening me up further as I watched his jaw disappear. "Your ass is just as perfect as your cock, Jim." The man gave a soft, sexy growl and started tonguing me, making me take a sharp breath as I let my eyes flutter close . Fuck, I loved this. He was gentler in his approach than I'd just been, and it felt terrific. My boner throbbed and leaked as Mr. Bryant licked and explored my ass. "Fuck yeah, Ed," I moaned. "Yeah... Oh, fuck... tongue me." In the back of my mind I wondered if Mr. B topped. He certainly was good at rimming. If he'd made a move to fuck me, I know I would have gone along with it. But he'd said he wanted to try out my cock, and that idea was winning out for me. Ed licked my hole one final time as he pulled his face from my ass. I got out of our position, and turned to meet my date hungrily for a deep kiss. Both of us kneeling on the bed as mine and Ed's arms and hands pulled each other closer, our chests pressed together, the hair of his pecs and torso more dense and scratchier than mine. His kisses were less measured now, the pot putting him in a horny state to match mine. We writhed against each other like sex starved beasts, our hard dicks and balls mashing against one another as I gripped his ass greedily, helping him grind against me. I don't know what I expected Mr. B to be like in the sack, but this wasn't it. I let my hands roam along his back, holding him as I slowly lowered us back onto the bed, trying to keep our kiss connected. Once again, Ed lay back against the bedding, his hands clutched against my sides as they ran down to my ass. I was now on top of him, pinning him down with the weight of my body as I took his mouth. I kissed him, almost roughly and let his furry chest grind against mine. I just as jerkily pulled back from our kiss and looked down on him hungrily. "Ready to be fucked, Ed?" I growled, pressing my cock against his just to show how much I wanted to. He nodded. "There's some lube in the drawer," he directed me, his eyes darting to his nightstand drawer. The very idea that Mr. Bryant would let me inside him was amazing as I rummaged for the tube. I quickly prepared myself in a quick slick coat. With gentle fingers, I rubbed the lube into the man's hairy hole before tossing the lube aside. I sat kneeling between his open thighs as I brought his sexy legs up and rested them on my shoulders. "This is the best date ever, Ed," I said with a smirk and pressed the leaking tip of my dick against his waiting ass. I didn't rush entering him, but I didn't delay either. I applied pressure against his ring until I felt it give, making the man give out a loud, "oof!" That stopped me in my tracks. I'm not sure how much experience he'd had at this. He definitely wasn't as experienced a bottom as David was. I missed the ease of entering my professor hookup's ass, but this was hot, way hot - Mr. B's tightness, and the very idea I was getting the honors of opening him up. I ran my hands along his calves. Maybe it was just the pot relaxing him, but I felt the tightness give way as I started being able to enter him for real. I let out a slow groan as I felt the head of my cock being swallowed up. I savored the hot squeeze for a second before adding more pressure, feeding him the rest of my shaft. Slowly but deep, all the way in. "God, you're big," he hissed as I bottomed out, the look on his face amazed as his hands caressed my abs and sides. His dick was rockhard, so I took that as a sign that the sensations he was feeling were intense in a good way. It never hurt to check in with him, though. "Too big?" I asked, holding still. He shook his head no as he gave his solid 7-inches as few tugs. "I can't believe a 20-year-old is showing me how much I love it with men." Damn, his words turned me on. I pulled back a few inches, making Ed gasp before I plowed back in - right in. I felt my blond pubes press into his hairy taint as Ed's hole rippled and fluttered around my cock, making me groan and grind my pelvis into him. I dragged my cock back out but quickly fed him back my inches as his innards gripped me with a snug grasp. Ed's eyes melted, his face washing over with pleasure as he let out a deep moan, his hands gripping the sheets above his head as he gently arched his back. I had to keep my lust in check and not go too hard. But I did give him another thrust to match it, bottoming out as Ed's hole begged for more. Thrusting, drawing another moan from his lips as I felt his claves knot against my shoulders. And another. Fucking Mr. B for real now. "Ugh, Jim, you're such a handsome young man... Jesus fucking Christ, you know how to fuck... yeah, fuck me, Jim," he moaned, looking up at me with clear lust as his body reverberated with each of my strong thrusts. His legs rested on my shoulder, pulled apart slightly. This man was giving himself to me completely as I felt his hole finally accept me, allowing me to make him feel good. "You let guys do this to you often, Ed?" I asked as I powered my girth into him again. It was an inappropriate question, but at that moment I wanted to know how I stacked up to the competition. "Jim, you know you can't ask a question like that... Oh, fuck... fuck," he sighed between soft moans. "Not on a first date." Ed, turned his head, eyes shut and mouth agape as I noticed the sheen of sweat that had broken out over his skin. "Sorry," I breathed, thrusting in, watching his cock bounce as it drooled pre all over his furry abs. "You're right. I'm just honored to tap your hole, Ed... you deserve to be taken care of right." "Oh God," he hissed, closing his eyes once more as he let his head rock back. Maybe it was my words provoking that reaction, but he also seemed to be reacting to the physical sensation of my prick plowing him. "Damn..." I grunted as I revelled in the tight, hot pleasure of Mr. B's hole. "I can't believe I'm fucking you. This is so hot." The forbidden nature of fucking my best bud's dad was definitely adding to my pleasure. "Jesus, Jim....Mmgm... fuck my ass... Mnmg... fuck me deep...." Mr. Bryant urged as the pleasure on his face heightened. "Fuck yeah, Jim... Just like that... Oh fuck..." "I got you, sir..." I said, pushing up so his hips raised and our angle changed. I rammed into him, deep, slowing my thrusts so he could accommodate the power of my strokes. "Oh shit," he whimpered. I didn't let up, pistoning in real deep strokes. Hurting Mr. B was the last thing in the world I wanted, but the man was certainly going to feel fucked after this. "Ungh.. You mean like that, Mr. B?" my previous name for him slipping out as I let my cock hit that same spot again. "Mmggh... You like my fat, fucking cock in you?" Maybe it was taking a chance going verbal with Ed, but he responded to it, big time. "Yeah, just like that, you fucking stud. That dick's gonna fuck me off." I wanted to see it. Wanted to see Mr. B come. I wanted it more than my own release at that point. I grabbed his legs and pounded him to the finish line. I felt my hips take on a mind of their own as my thrusts grew into short, powerful jabs. I watched Ed's eyes seal shut as his moans of pleasure grew louder as well. He didn't cum hands-free but it didn't take more than a couple of strokes with his hand and his seven-incher jerked and fired out a healthy load of daddy cum up and down his hairy, sweat-glistened body. "Jim... Oh, Fuck... Yeah, Fuck Yeah..." Mr. B cried as he stroked each volley out of his prick. "Way to go!" I growled with a satisfied smile. His hole clenched and pulsed around my cock with an exquisite tightness as he shot each hefty spurt. "Oh, fuck yeah... Get that nut, sir," I said and felt the start of my own orgasm. I'd been so close and was so ready to cum it was frustrating when it didn't. And now that Ed had nutted, I was concerned he wouldn't be able to take my shafting any more. But it was like Ed could read my thoughts as he leaned back and looked up at my heaving, thrusting younger body. He ran his hands along my sweaty torso and softly urged me on. "Mmm... Come on, Jim... Ugh, yeah... come inside my ass.... it's your first date, I know you got a huge load to dump in me...I want it, Jim... Give it to me... Cum in me..." Those words did it as my hips gave him my final thrust. "Fuck, Ed... Mngm... Ungh... Fuuuuck... Mmggh.." I bit my lip and my face scrunched in a powerful orgasm. Mr. B was getting that ass load all right. I discharged most of it in him but pulled out of him, letting his legs off my shoulders before the last dribbles spilled from my dick, since I wanted to give his ass a rest. I fell back onto him and kissed him deeply, thankful that he gave me the gift of his ass and thankful he'd gone verbal to get me over the finish line. I rolled off his body, and we finally lay side by side, exhausted and our high lingering. It was like a scene from a movie, at least if that movie was about a guy banging his friend's dad. "I liked that too much," Ed finally said, running a hand through the stripes of cum streaked across his stomach and chest. I looked over at him, concerned he was feeling guilty now that we'd cum. "It's just a one-time thing, Ed," I said. "Sometimes guys need sex. I guess we both needed it." He leaned up, reaching back onto his night stand for his tin. We smiled at each other as he rolled another joint. He handed it to me for a first smoke. "You have a thing for older men, Jim?" he asked. Without missing a beat, I answered. "Yeah, Ed. A lot. That bug you?" I lit up and inhaled. Pot after sex was new to me, and I wondered if it was too much of a good thing. "No," he said. "It still bugs me that you're Rick's friend." As I got to my second round of the joint, I added, "It actually makes me feel like a heel, too, Ed. But I know I'd do it all over again if it came to that. I'm crazy attracted to you." Ed smiled. "Thanks, Jim." He took a toke and held in his breath for a second. He exhaled and said, "And you gave me the fuck of a lifetime. I didn't even know I liked it like that." I felt proud. "I just went with what you seemed to want," I replied. ***** I woke up to a blow job the next morning. I thought it was a dream. Coach Weir from high school was wearing his poly shorts and tight, school team T-shirt. He had me sitting on the edge of his office desk in nothing but my practice jock and cleats as he sat in his chair, bobbing up and down between my legs. His medium-length graying hair setting off his weather-beaten tanned face and the brown eyes that looked up at me the whole time he sucked my cock with loud slurps, trying to accommodate my full length. I leaned back on my hands, the pleasure on my face showing him that he was doing an awesome job taking care of me. It didn't take him long to work me up to a cum. I tried warning him, but no words would come out. Instead my body writhed as I fell back onto Coach Weir's desk and my dick surged hard and I started spurting into Coach's hungry, slurping mouth. "Unnh!" I cried as I woke up mid-orgasm. Only it wasn't Coach Weir of course, it was Ed Bryant, nestled between my legs, sucking wildly on my morning wood and nursing out my semen. I watched him slurp and suck at the dribbles before finally relinquishing me. "I remember you said that was your second favorite thing to do," he smiled, licking his lips. He slowly leaned up onto his knees. His hand was on his dick, and both were covered in his own sperm. I let out a content sigh as I relaxed back into the pillows and sheets. "Wow, I've never done that. Or rather, had that done for me." "Glad I could show you something new," he said, hopping off the bed and getting a spare towel to wipe off. "It was incredible," I said, watching the man move - his ass and legs flexing as he walked. I could have watched Mr. B's sexy nude body for days, but now that we'd had our morning release, he offered me the shower first as he went to make some coffee. I came out and he took his turn. Once we were fully dressed, we chatted some around the breakfast counter in the kitchen, but gone was the flirty man I'd gone on a date with, or the lusty man I'd fucked. It was the Mr. Bryant I'd always known: friendly, a little goofy, kind of a regular dad. I had my coffee and told Mr. B I'd be heading on. "Thanks again for an incredible night, Ed," I said as he walked me to the door. "It was the best." He patted me on the shoulder. "Glad I could help out," he chuckled. "This has got to stay between us." "Yep," I said. "One last kiss?" I asked, hopefully. "One last kiss," Mr. B smiled, letting me lean up into him. I wrapped my arm around his waist, gently pulling him close as I angled my lips to meet his. His hand cupped my stubbled cheek as he gave me an incredible, soft and slow parting kiss. "You're an amazing, young gentleman, Jim McGrath," he said as we parted lips, him still in my arms. "I hope you find a man who makes you happy." "Thanks, sir," I said. "You, too."