Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2020 11:21:09 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 15 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. This is the last chapter of Part II (out of six parts). I will be taking a break before Part III posts. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART TWO: COLLEGE YEARS Chapter Fifteen Charlottesville, Winter 2004 My date with Mr. B kept me on cloud nine for a good three weeks after I got back to campus and as the spring semester started up. I was in a good mood, practically whistling constantly around the apartment... I think it bugged Holt. "Dude, if you're like this after one date, I'd hate to see you when you start going steady." Though Charlie just liked to tease me, I could also tell he was glad I was in a better place than I was back in November - my knee was better, Dad was home, and I'd had my first date with a guy. I didn't hold out hope for a boyfriend, not at that point in my life, but my fuck with Mr. Bryant had fueled my libido. I had missed having sex, and now I craved more of it. I was feeling especially horny one day during that first week of the semester. It was just a regular Tuesday night and I'd just come back from the gym. I had been hitting the weight training hard since November, wanting to take advantage of my injury down time to put on muscle as I tried to take it easy with my knee. It was hard skipping the squat rack in favor of the various leg machines, but I didn't want to undo any progress I'd made with the physical therapist. I was determined to be back on rotation come fall. In the meantime, I focused on re-toning and bulking my chest, shoulders, and arms. I was tired of sulking about this injury. My date with Mr. B gave me an extra shot of confidence - Yeah, I was still the stud I was before. My workouts were still intense. Now I was just adding more cardio and other high-intensity workouts to lose some of the extra padding I'd put on around my middle. I had some ways to go, but it was helping and I could start to see the progress. That night, I thought I'd be tired from a long day of classes and a full-on workout. But as I got back to the apartment I saw Holt in our dining area, sitting barefoot and in casual clothes at the table, cracking his books and taking notes with a pensive look on his cherub face. I watched him purse his lips at his homework, and I knew exactly what I was in the mood for. We hadn't had sex in over a month, and I thought I'd be the one to ask for it this time. I walked up behind him and placed my hands on his beefy, linebacker shoulders and gave him a light massage. "Hey buddy," I said playfully, pressing my growing erection into his spine, between his shoulder blades. "Feel like taking a study break? I could use one of those Bulldozer specials about now." Holt looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and instead of his usual impish smile, I saw a more serious expression. "'Fraid not, McGrath. Some other time," he said as he shrugged his shoulders under my grasp before turning his attention back to his homework. "Sure thing," I said, giving him a pat on his shoulders then leaving him to go to my room. I wasn't that bothered. Charlie and I had a no-strings, no-complications arrangement. But I was horny, so instead of getting out of my sweaty gym clothes and getting ready to shower, I toed off my cross-trainers, pulled off my socks, sat back onto my bed, fired up my laptop, and started watching some porn. It wasn't going to be a full edging session, but I wanted to take my time. It was one of my new favorite scenes, partly because it starred a guy who kind of reminded me of a younger Jack Grant - a blond, muscled, gorgeous stud. He even had that Jack-style to his hair, longer on top and shaved on the sides, as well as a fine coat of blond hair swathed across his broad chest. It was a flip-fuck scene with a brunette frat boy, were on a large couch, and I always loved the way it progressed from oral to rimming to the moment where the young "Jack" would bend the frat boy over the armrest, grip the young dude's waist with his large hands and plow into him from behind with a smug smirk. Often the very sight of "Jack's" flexing glutes would be enough to get me to cum. Just as I got near my favorite moment in the video, I heard a knock at my door. I paused the scene, pulled up my gym shorts and told Charlie to come in. My boner was still throbbing and formed an obscene ridge under the mesh material, and it was clear I was watching porn. But it was Holt. He didn't care. The door opened and he seemed almost sheepish as he stepped in, his big lumbering football frame in contrast to his tentative step inside. "Sorry about earlier, McGrath," he said, his voice a bit chastened as he leaned his bulky shoulder against the door frame. "It's just... I have a lot of stuff going on." "No problem, man," I said as I sat up on my bed. "I think sometimes I take you for granted, Charlie." He gave a half-smile. "Oh, it's not that, McGrath. Honest. You just caught me at a bad time." "Sorry to hear, man," I said. I was still very horny and my balls were getting that familiar ache, but it was so rare for Holt to show me a vulnerable side that I knew I had to hear him out. Charlie slowly looked down at my crotch and then over to my open laptop, making the connection with what he'd interrupted. His eyes then drew back to mine. "Still need to get off, McGrath?" he asked with slight concern in his smile. I nodded sheepishly as I gave my hardon a good squeeze through my shorts. "Yeah, I probably should. It's been one of those days. I can come by your room and talk after?" I asked hopefully. Instead of backing out, Charlie stepped further into my room. He crossed his bulky arms, grabbing at the hem of his T-shirt and then pulling it off as he stepped up to my bed. He tossed his wadded shirt aside as I smiled at the prospect of getting laid like I had initially planned. Holt was now getting closer to 235 pounds, a big fucking dude. He still was surprisingly smooth and his big round pecs were mostly creamy white capped with large pink nipples. His solid belly was more rounded rather than flat. Even his large arms and shoulder muscles weren't defined but were thick with beefiness. A football jock in every way. "I was thinking I could give you more than a Bulldozer Special," he said softly as he raised his brow, his fingers running along the outer rim of my jeans until finally coming together at his fly. "Whaddya think?" He started unbuttoning his jeans before I could answer. "You mean...?" I asked hopefully. I had a pretty good idea of what Holt was talking about, but I'd only fucked him a couple of times, and it was still a surprise when my roommate and friend was up for it. Particularly now. "Yep. Thought you might like my hole tonight," he grinned, that impishness coming back for the first time that evening. He slid down his jeans and underwear before kicking them off to the side. His cut dick wasn't fully erect but it was chubbing up and firming quickly. All of Holt's hairiness was from the waist down, with his strong hairy legs getting even furrier in the upper thigh near his crotch, all of it topped with a full brown bush. "You sure you're up for it?" I asked, still concerned about my buddy's mood. He gave me one of those trademark Holt expressions, an "I can't believe you" kind of look. "McGrath, if you're dumb enough to pass up on a fuck, you're hopeless," he said. He knelt up on the bed as I hurriedly set my laptop aside and pushed my shorts and athletic boxer briefs back down my thighs. "That's better," Charlie said as my hard-on was back on full display - eight leaking inches. I twisted out of my sweaty workout shirt as I kicked my shorts and compressions down and off my legs. Now fully naked, I scooted down the bed into a fully reclined position as an equally naked Charlie straddled my thighs. I reached into my nightstand drawer for my tube of slick and really doused my prick down. Charlie's thick fingers were on my bone within seconds, massaging the wetness around the head and down my hard shaft. I sighed with satisfaction as I folded my arms behind my head, letting my hips gently thrust into his working first. Given my interrupted masturbation session, the sensation affected me immediately, exciting me and sending jolts of sexual pleasure through my cock and through my body. "Let me ride you this time, McGrath," he said with pleading eyes as I noticed his 5-inch cock was now rock solid. "It's been a while." I nodded as he snatched the lubricant from my nightstand, dousing his fingers before reaching back and fingering the slick back between his buns. My dick twitched as I watched his big beefy body scoot up, crawling over my thighs on his knees as his powerful legs spread even more as he then straddled my waist, his sac now resting against the base of my abs, just below my belly button. Then the football stud leaned back and reached for my still wet erection. I wasn't in danger of coming right away, but the sensations of his fingers felt so good that for a brief second I thought I'd have a premature orgasm. Particularly as he guided it up, holding it steady. We both hissed as I felt the tip of my cock press against Charlie's warm pucker. "I'll admit, McGrath, your size is still intimidating," Holt said as he began rubbing the head of my dick up and down the cleft of his ass, smearing lube and precum across more than just his hole. "Fuck... Charlie..." I gasped, listening to him sigh with anticipation as he finally, slowly sat back. I could feel the padded muscle of his cheeks caressing and gripping my slick head. Then the tightness of his pucker. Charlie bit his lips and I could see his muscle strain. Despite the extra slickness, I wasn't popping in. He rose up just an inch and took a steady breath. I lowered my arms from behind my head. I patted his flexing thighs encouragingly and watched the lust-filled determination on his face. Holt and I never did anything that smacked of affection. We never kissed, ever. And usually our pairings were very hands off. But Holt didn't seem to mind my touch. He looked down at me and leaned back for another try. He gripped my cock, fingers wrapped around the shaft just under the head as he pressed it against his tightened chute once more. I fought to hold still for him as he gently swiveled his hips, coaxing his hole open as he sat back with growing pressure. This one was successful. My buddy grunted and I felt the head of my fat prick smoothly push inside him with just enough tight resistance. I was thankful for the extra lubrication because it helped Holt sit down on a few more inches. My fingers tightened around Holt's hips as I let my head fall back into my pillow and let out a low groan. Holt's insides were warm and tight, rippling and gripping me, slowly pulling me into him. "Good thing we don't do this often, McGrath," he hissed as he raised his arms up, hands locked behind his head, biceps knotting as he flexed his spine. Holt's upper body bulged as his lats flared while more my inches slipped into him. "Unnh... You'd ruin me for regular guys," he said behind half shut eyes. "Take your time, Holt," I said in awe of his body and strength, my fingers loosening their grip, giving his legs another pat. I was very eager to fuck his ass but also wanted him to enjoy this. He had to take me at his pace, make my dick work for him before I took the wheel. He nodded and spread his thighs a little more, letting his weight sink him down further, impaling him bit by bit. Charlie's tightness finally began to relax and I felt him go down further, easily taking the rest of me until he was sitting square on my blond pubes. "Fuck... That's still so fuckin' big," Charlie murmured to himself under his breath as he shut his eyes and rolled his hips in slow, small circles, letting my length and girth open him up just a little more. "God, that's hot," I hissed as I reluctantly let go of Holt's thighs. I raised my arms back over my head, fingers against the headboard as I tried to hold still for Charlie. I felt him clench around my dick, making me gasp and flex my torso. I had been feeling really horny, and this fuck was just the thing I needed. Holt's legs tighten around me as he slowly raised himself up a few inches. "Ungh..." I grunted as I felt the flared head of my dick drag across firm ridges of his deep inner walls. Holt held still for a second before lowering himself down again, mashing his taint into my pubes once more. He grunted softly, lodging me back deep into him. Then he repeated it, setting in motion a steady up-and-down on my slick rod. "Fuck me, McGrath," he growled, looking down at me with pleasure finally washing over his face. "Big fucking cock." Like I said, The Bulldozer isn't my normal type - he's bulkier, younger, and less conventionally handsome than the men I generally go for. I think the dynamic went the other way, too. Charlie loved my cock and loved being the one in charge of sex between us, but I was too much of a boy-next-door type for him. He told me once he liked gruff, very masculine men. I will say, though, having a Division-I football player riding you is very hot. Holt was very hard now, his 5-and-a-halfer a pointed spike sticking straight out from under the curve of his gut as he bounced harder up and down on my lap. I hope Holt didn't mind my hands on him. I lowered my hands once more as I gripped the quad muscle softly and started shallowly thrusting up into him, meeting his every bounce, giving him all eight inches to enjoy. I figured he could take it. "Wow!" the guy growled with shocked pleasure as he fell forward, his arms coming down off his neck before his hands planted onto my pecs. "Fuck, yeah... Jesus... right there... right fuckin' there... Aaah, Awwh," he moaned as he let his eyes flutter shut as he arched his back a bit, his fingers now firmly gripping my chest. Apparently I was rubbing over his spot repeatedly. I doubled my efforts, bringing my knees up to thrust into him. Holt halted his bouncing motion, letting me take over our fuck. My hands curved around his waist until I was finally gripping his round and gently jiggling ass cheeks. I watched his face and listened to his moans, trying not to go too hard into Holt's ass. The angle wouldn't let me do too much damage anyway. But I fucked good and firmly up into him, with enough force that he had to steady his body in place as his hands held tightly to my chest. It got even better once Holt went back to his up and down motion, swiveling slightly with his hips at each stroke as I met him halfway. We were fucking in tandem, each of us moving to give the other pleasure as I watched the sweat break out over smooth skin. "Fuck, Charlie... Your ass... Unnh... Ngh..." I growled as I gripped his cheeks, helping him fuck himself unto my dick. He looked down on me excitedly, wildly as we humped faster. The regular motion was great but what really brought me off was the feeling of Holt's asswalls. It was like they were contracting in the perfect rhythm to milk me off. "Ungh! Fuck!... Yeah... Awh... Angh... Ugnh!" I growled and felt my dick swell just before my seed discharged. I'd enjoyed fucking Holt before, but this orgasm was hands down ten times better than with him before. It was like my nuts were emptying out into the big lug. I threw my head back into my pillow as I groaned out my release, fucking each jet into my buddy's ass. "Aww... McGrath... Fuck... Jesus, you're gonna..." he cried as he clenched his eyes and clawed my flexed pecs, for sure feeling me unload as deep as I could. He reached down and barely touched his bone before a high arc of liquid seed sprayed over my shoulder and hit the headboard. Then another landed smack at the base of my neck, splatting and forming a trail down my slightly hairy torso. Holt fought my grasp on his ass and was immediately bouncing hard, but shallow up and down on my prick, not using much length but landing with steady force each time. It seemed to push more cum out of him. I finally watched as dribbles oozed out and the linebacker slowed his hip motion to a stop. My hands had fallen to my sides next to his knees when he pushed off of me, hands on my chest once more as he rose up on his knees, his ass slowly lifting off my groin. He grimaced as my girth, and finally the corona of the head, cleared his ring before my still plump cock hit my abs with a light, wet smack. "Fuck. My ass is gonna be sore," he said as he climbed off the bed, "but that was worth it," he said with a satisfied smile. He walked over, picked up his clothes and looked back at me. "I know you're drenched McGrath, but I get the shower first. Bottom's prerogative." I laughed, leaning up and feeling his sperm run down my neck and chest. "Have at it, bud." As Holt went to shower, I grabbed a T-shirt from my laundry hamper and used it to wipe off the semen all over my upper body and the lube still on my now softened dick. I found a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to put on and padded barefoot into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and spotted a couple bottles of domestic lagers. I'd been cutting back on the drinking, saving it for the weekend in order to lose some weight, but I really wanted one after that fuck. I pulled one out and popped open the bottle. I took a long draw as I heard the shower stop in the bathroom off the hall. I wiped the stay drops off my lips and padded back down the hall. I knocked on the door. "Want a beer, Holt?" I asked against the door. He opened the door and I saw his burly nude body through the steam as he dried off his back. "You read my mind buddy." I grabbed the other beer, setting it on the coffee table for Holt as I hunkered back on the couch and flipped on the TV. Nothing much was on, so I flipped the channel to Sports Center, which was what my roommate and I ended up watching half the time anyway. The guy was in his own pair of mesh shorts and a long-sleeve Cavs football T-shirt as he came out, light brown hair still damp, and plopped his big body next to me. "I thought I was the one doing you a favor, bud, but that felt great." Charlie looked at me with a satisfied grin. "You did do me a favor, Holt," I said as I handed him his beer. "You're the best." We clinked beer bottles and took a sip. "Sorry I was in a shitty mood, McGrath," Charlie said as he turned to watch the TV. I watched his smile fade. "Turns out I'm on watch for probation." "Shit, really?" I asked as I sat up. Part of me wasn't surprised that Holt's grades weren't great. The guy liked to party and goof off when he wasn't focused on football. Still, I had no idea things were that serious. He nodded, frowning a little. "Yeah, I'm not on academic probation yet, but my fall GPA was pretty bad. The Athletics Department is making me get my act together or I get cut from the team. They even got me a tutor and all that shit." "Wow," I said. "You know... if there's any way I can help, Holt, let me know. I mean, I'm not as good as a tutor, but I can help you with papers or whatever." I thought maybe my friend would be offended by my offer, but as he looked back up at me, his face lit up. "For real, McGrath? That would be awesome. I can pay you back in as many Bulldozer Specials as ya like." I shook my head as I smiled at him. "I'm crazy to turn down that offer, but it's not about that, bud. I just want to help you, you know?" It seemed like a giant worry had been lifted from his shoulders. "It's official then. I'm gonna get a B in Western Civ this semester if it kills me." ***** I had dropped the ball with David, the Spanish professor. All last fall semester, I'd been nervous about seeing another guy regularly, and I took it for granted that I had no business dating a professor. Plus, I got the feeling I was just a hot sex partner to him, nothing more. In the end, my injury had ended my interest in our hookups either way. But now, my thoughts were drifting back to him. David was the one guy I'd met on campus who'd delivered incredible sex and with whom I'd felt another kind of connection as well. I missed sleeping over in his bed, and I missed him. Plus, my experience with Mr. Bryant had made me think life was too short not to go after what I wanted. I also wondered what it would be like to get fucked again. I enjoyed being on top, a lot, but my thoughts increasingly returned to my two prior experiences on bottom. It had been almost nine months since Josiah Brown had topped me, and I knew I was ready to give it a try again. It was the middle of the school week. I had just come from the campus gym to find an empty apartment. I had just fixed myself a protein shake and was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking down at David's number on my phone. I let myself debate about whether I should call him after so long. I slammed the rest of my shake and decided to take the chance and dial David up. I was just a little nervous as I listened to the ringtone before he picked up. "Hey, Jim," David said with pleasant surprise in his voice. "What's up?" "Hi, David. I know I've been out of touch, but wanted to say, hey... and well..." I leaned off the counter and began pacing in the kitchen. I felt awkward now, calling him out of the blue to ask for sex. "I wanted to see if you'd like to meet up some time." "Hard to say no to that offer," he said with a gentle, happy tone. "What about tomorrow night?" "Sounds great," I said. My heart pounded. "See you maybe 6 o'clock?" "I'll be there," I replied. By the next evening, I was excited. It was all so easy setting something up with David and I wondered why I didn't seek out sex with him more often. Even though it was winter, I had gone with a team-logo T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, since I gathered David was into doing a jock. Even as I slipped my clothes on, my prick was chubbed in anticipation of getting laid. I drove over, excited and more than a little horny. David met me at the door and showed me into his place and out of the cold. I could tell he'd just gotten home. He was wearing his work clothes for the first time since we'd been together - a professorial outfit of a plaid button-down with a contrasting tie, and blue chinos that fit him really well. The lighter color of his shirt and the bright tone of his tie contrasted with the tanned color of his skin and the deep brown of his eyes. His short, jet-black hair was combed and gelled with a professional, asymmetrical part, reminding me so much of Dad's usual Navy hairstyle. But fuck, did he look good enough to kiss. I took the initiative to step up and take his lips. The shorter man met me halfway, smiling as he gripped my waist, pulling me into him as he kissed me back, his automatic attraction kicking in as we made out more passionately just inside the door to his place. My hands rubbed his solid body through his shirt while he reached down to cup the growing erection in my sweats. The firmness of his grasp felt great, both the feeling of his hand on my cock and the idea that he wanted me. But I had something different in mind this time. "I want you to fuck me," I said as I broke the kiss and looked down at him with a soft stare. His brown eyes widened and I could tell he liked that idea. A lot. "I'd be very up for that," he said, gripping my waist once more and thrusting his own hard crotch into mine. "You sure that's what you want?" I knew what he was getting after. He was concerned I was a virgin and maybe being impetuous. "Very sure," I said as I grabbed his waist as well, grinding my hardening crotch against his in equal measure as I smiled back down at him. "It's been a little while since I've done it," I added, trusting him to be more careful with me than I had to be with him. He grinned as he leaned his chin up closer to mine. We kissed again as I let my hands roam up the front of his shirt on more, feeling the gym-toned muscle through the cotton as I felt his fingers snake around the edge of my sweats, his hand meeting at the small of my back before his fingers easily slipped under the elastic. I took the time to undo David's tie and unbutton his shirt. Meanwhile, he seemed to enjoy cupping and then kneading my ass cheeks under my sweats. Once his tie was undone, I undid the final buttons of his shirt and pulled it out from where he'd tucked it in. I grunted into our kiss as my hands finally wrapped around his bare waist between his now open shirt. "All right," he said, breaking our kiss. "To the bedroom, stud," he said, smacking one of my ass cheeks before pulling his hands from my sweats. Once we were in his bedroom, David pulled his tie from around his neck as I pulled the long sleeve T-shirt off and over my head. "I've put on some weight this year," I said softly as the man saw my bared upper body. Maybe I shouldn't keep apologizing about my body, but I was a good ten pounds heavier than when David and I last fooled around, with still a remnant of a beer belly. I'd been hitting the weight training hard during my recovery time and was slowly starting to burn off my extra fat, but I was still self-conscious. David looked me up and down as he pulled his button-down shirt off his shoulders, his dark eyes sweeping over my upper body before he caught my eyes and gently smiled. "Jim, you look great," he said, pulling down his trousers before stepping out of them. He was already hard in his boxer briefs and the sign of his desire made me feel better for sure. David was still as gym-toned as before - defined arms, defined chest, and taut core. His upper body was draped in a mat of trimmed but dark hair that continued down his legs. He held my gaze as he pushed his boxer briefs down his thighs and calves. His hard, six, uncut inches soon greeted me as the thick shaft jutted out of a dense but trimmed patch of black pubes. I'd skipped the underwear so I was able to strip down pretty quickly as I kicked off my sweats and was soon just as naked as David. My prick was very hard and very excited, hanging heavy from my groin as I gave it a few strokes to take the edge off. David grinned back at me as I watched his hand slowly stroke is dick, watching the meaty skin glide over the head as it collected the drops of precum before dripping off the wet tip. I had real sexual chemistry with David, and I was thrilled we were fucking once more, this time with the tables turned. David tilted his head towards the bed before we crawled under the comforter as I settled over him, pulling him beneath me as I lightly kissed his lips and jaw, and eventually down his neck as he wrapped his hands around my back, pressing our chest together as I felt his cock grind into my inner thigh. Even after a few months since our last hookup, David's taut body felt familiar against mine, like a well-worn baseball glove - warm and welcoming. His skin, the right balance of rough and soft, the delicate trimmed hairs of his chest and torso... it all felt incredible and turned me on more as we made out on his bed. It was like our pairings before, only now David's strong hands were moving down my back, past my waist before feeling up my ass - cupping and groping, pulling me apart as he pressed his hard cock against mine. His fingers gripped my gluteal muscle and dipped into my crack. I felt a wave of apprehension sweep through me. I wanted this, but now that David was making a move on my ass, I was hoping it would go as well as my limited times before. I worried about signaling my fear to David, but if he noticed anything, it wasn't stopping him. He pulled his lips from mine and reached over to his nightstand to get his lube. I leaned back up on my outstretched arms above him as I watched him apply a generous amount to his fingers. His hands circled around my waist as I spread my legs in anticipation, finally fully straddling his groin. He watched my face as his dry hand palmed one of my cheeks and his other hand, fingers coated in lube, dipped back into my now open cleft and gently fingered my pucker. My body slightly shuddered at the cool gel, David circling his fingertips as he got the ring wet. He intently watched my face. I felt his cock jostle with a steady beat beneath my sac as he pushed his wet index finger just inside my ass. He didn't dive right in, maybe just past his first knuckle, spreading the gel around inside of me and giving small circles of his digit to loosen me up more, then firmly pressing more of his finger into me. I bit my lip at the familiar sensation. I spread my legs a bit more, opening myself up as I felt the bottom of my cock finally rest against the furry plane of his stomach. Yeah, it had been a while. David's brown eyes grew excited, and he got one of those adorable smiles. "You weren't kidding about it being a while," he said as I felt his thick knuckle press gently in and out of my ring. "You're tight as fuck," he said just above a whisper. I nodded. I willed myself to relax, and it was just in time. David's second finger soon slipped in. I gasped at the sudden thickness as I felt my hole clench, but just for a moment. David grinned as he continued his steady fingering. I couldn't believe this was about to happen again. I was about to get fucked by my third man. I wanted this so bad now. I let out a soft grunt as a third finger slipped into me with a slight sting. My fingers dug into the bedding around David's shoulders. God, I felt full as David fucked in and out with those fingers, and I was thankful his dick wasn't much fatter than that. Finally, the man slowly pulled his slick digits out of me, and I felt my hole clench shut again. David placed his hands on my waist once more and guided my larger body onto the bed, rolling me onto my back next to him. I lay back, gently brushing my cock with my fingertips and watched excitedly as he reached back to his nightstand and pumped out more lube and stroked his uncut cock, smearing it to a half-shiny state. David was hard as nails and that dick jerked slightly with his heartbeat as he knelt up and got into place between my spread legs. I raised my legs up, my hands gripping just below my knees to pull them back to allow him access. His dark eyes went right to my exposed hole as he looked at me with lust. "God, that's so fucking hot," he breathed as he stroked his dripping and slicked cock. He took a second to watch my ass ring spasm in anticipation then looked up at my face. "You want my dick, Jim?" he breathed huskily. "Yeah," I grunted. "I want you to fuck me." David breathed in a deep breath and exhaled as he pushed his dick into place, his other hand guiding my legs down to rest on his shoulders. The tip of his cock felt hot as it pressed into my tightened chute with a gentle but firm pressure, but I also felt my hole spasm and accept him. "Oh... Fuck..." I sighed as I felt my hole beginning to open. David smiled, looking down between us, watching our connection with short gasps. I winced as his dick stung a little going in, but nothing too bad. Mostly, I just wanted him in me and was glad he could get an inch or two in. But the next few inches were tough going. I'd been so worked up with Jack Grant - and so buzzed and relaxed with Josiah - that my previous times had gone more smoothly. I tried to focus on letting David in, but the more I tried, the more my guts clenched up. I felt my body clench as David gradually added more pressure, my hole fighting his further entry. David reached over to his night stand again and picked up his little brown bottle. "This will help," he said, offering it to me. I wasn't sure I wanted to try the poppers and my first impulse was to shake my head no. David tried again, using smaller thrusts against the knot inside me. It got better, but not a lot. I figured I'd give the poppers a try. I took the bottle and unscrewed the cap. I breathed in along my nostril. I copied what I'd seen David do and moved to the other nostril. The strong fumes took a second. I wasn't sure what to expect exactly. I think I thought it would be more of a high. Instead a warm rush filled my face and soon swept all over my body. Immediately, I felt I was more turned on sexually than I remember being. Well, not exactly, my times with Dad or Jack Grant had been emotionally and psychologically exciting and the poppers didn't create or match that level of sexual excitement. But physically, they made my body just want sex. David was already pressing into me and before I knew it he was buried to his balls. And fucking me. Not fast, but regular strokes in and out. They felt full and deep and wonderful. I hurriedly screwed the cap back on and set aside the vial and pulled my legs off his shoulders and all the way back. "Fuck me!" I cried. David was getting really turned on, his hips pumping me like clockwork as he planted his hands on my hamstrings, pressing my thighs down and my ass up. "Hot fucking jock ass," he growled. He paused his thrusting and picked up poppers, taking a hit. Then he was on me again, fucking more furiously into me. Unbelievably, it all felt incredible. Each movement of his hooded shaft inside me seemed to press against my prostate like a joy buzzer. I let go of my legs as David let me wrap them around his working waist. My hands darted out as I started holding onto his heaving and thrusting body, to brace myself but also to feel every inch of this hot older man that I could. I couldn't believe I'd waited so long to repeat this experience. I still preferred being on top, but this was different and intense. David's powering cock was driving me wild with desire and pleasure. Suddenly he pulled that cock out and growled, "On your stomach." I scrambled to flip over and I started to get into a doggie position, only I felt David's hand on the small of my back, pressing me forward to signal he wanted me to lie flat. I stretched out my legs and felt my prick rub against the bed sheets as his taut, strong body crawl on top of mine. The man wasted no time in finding my now relaxed pucker and fucking back in. This angle felt different and good. But mostly I loved the additional body contact and the feel of his hot body thrusting on top of me, his chest against my back, his quads against my hamstrings, his pubes against my asscheeks. Particularly once David started kissing and licking against the back of my neck. The only drawback was that the pace of his thrusts was starting to feel intense once more, unpleasantly now. I picked up the poppers and took another hit. That did the trick and I felt my ass flower up for him. We fucked wildly on his bed, David's hips pounding into me, my ass bucking up to meet him. We were actually bouncing up and down with each motion, and I felt my sexual pleasure rising and boiling over. The friction of the bed sheets against my moving dick was going to trigger my orgasm. "Oh FUCK!" I cried and gripped the sheets as David's hard cock pounded my load clean out of me. A second later I heard him choke out a grunt and felt his body go rigid. David was coming right into my ass. His thrusts had stopped immediately, and he just held himself immobile on top of me as his cum shot into my clenching chute. Once done, his whole body relaxed and he draped himself across my prostrate frame, giving me a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I just lay there, similarly feeling spent, happy, and well-fucked. The sheets were soaked around my crotch and abdomen and now felt cool-wet against my skin. Finally, David's softening cock pulled out and he climbed off me, giving my ass cheek a soft playful rub with his hand. "Jesus, Jim, that was incredible," he said and went to wash off in the bathroom. I was still lying there when he came back, but I'd gotten the energy to flip on my side. My ass felt stretched and very wet from the man's cum. The poppers were now wearing off, and I was glad for their temporary effect, though I now felt a little foggy. "The shower's all yours, if you want it," he said as he stepped back into his underwear. I gathered my energy and got up. The shower felt great. I'm not sure how much was the sex and how much was my workout, but my muscles felt tired, and I took just a minute to enjoy the cascading of hot water against my body. A part of me felt like I shouldn't have let myself be so abandoned just now with the poppers. And this had felt different than before. With Jack Grant, I felt like I'd been introduced to fucking as a deeply personal masculine ritual. And with Josiah, we'd paired as equals of sorts, two jocks letting off steam and having fun. David was, well, different. I had really enjoyed this, though. Even more than I expected. David hadn't done anything to me that I hadn't done to him, and I enjoyed the fact we now had a more equal footing in bed. A mutual attraction and ability to experience top and bottom with each other. I was feeling that sheer hormonal attachment to the guy who'd just fucked me, and I excitedly thought it would be awesome to date David and explore something deeper and more emotional with him. For now though, I just enjoyed crawling back into bed with him and feeling his strong furry arms wrap around my chest. My asshole still tingled pleasantly, reminding me of how much I'd loved it. I was thankful that the poppers had worn off, but after the sex I was finding myself tired now. "You're hot as fuck, Jim. You know that?" David said as his fingers lazily stroked my slightly hairy abs, feeling along my stomach, then up to the base of my pecs. I kind of leaned back into his chest muscle, feeling his hairiness and warmth against my back. "You are, too," I said. "I love this." "Getting tired?" He asked. "'Fraid so," I replied. "It's been a long day for me too," he said, giving me a soft kiss at the back of my neck. We kissed once more, and David turned out the light. ***** It had been a great evening at David's, with sex the next morning too, with a swap of blowjobs in the shower. I suggested I might call him again to meet up some time. David had weekend plans but said that maybe the coming Tuesday night would work. I anticipated our sex appointment all weekend and all day Monday and Tuesday. I had decided I would ask if David was interested in dating. The man had not seemed eager for anything beyond casual sex, but I felt the onus was on me to make sure. He couldn't say yes unless I asked. I showered and put on some jeans and a casual T and drove over. When he answered the door, I think David was surprised by my good mood. I wasn't surprised to see him in just a pair of boxer briefs, his toned and muscled body on full display as I stepped inside and met him for a kiss. I loved the way his smaller, compact body looked in those snug boxer briefs David had a great body all around, but his ass was probably my favorite. Strong, round, masculine and every muscular. I gripped his buns through the cotton and kneaded the brawny hemispheres as the professor and I made out. "You're a horny stud," the man muttered as we broke our kiss. "I love it." "You ready to get fucked?" I asked with a grin. I'd been thinking of turning the tables back after the man topped me the last time. "As long as you promise not to go easy," he grinned back, reaching down to cup the hardon in my jeans. "What do you think?" "I think I'm about to get my ass reamed," he said, slipping down his underwear so I now felt his bare hairy buns in my hands and noticed his hard dick nudge against my own crotch. This is what I loved about sex with David. It was aggressive and intense, but also could be playful. It didn't match the sheer over-the-top verbal play with my married, Navy fuck buddy, Glen Evans, but he reminded me of Glen sometimes. David led me to his bedroom and as I stripped down, the older men got onto the bed, on all fours. I could see he had the lubricant out and ready for me, as well as a vial of poppers. I could have gone right to the main course, but with David's incredible ass facing me I knew I had to eat it. So I crouched down on the bed and ran my hands along his hamstrings and along those meaty hocks of his. I gave a soft kiss on the small of his back and then lowered my attention to his crack, where I burrowed in. "Oh fuck, stud," David grunted as my tongue began licking his shaved hole. "You love rimming, don't you? Wouldn't have pegged you as an expert asseater.... Fuck!" His words just encouraged me. Not only to go harder and deeper with my tongue work but to vary it up, to surprise the hunky bottom with variations in my licking and pace as I explored that hot, smooth pucker. Pretty soon I had him gasping and begging me to fuck him. I leaned up and reached for the lube as he gripped the brown vial and took a deep huff. I sat back up, kneeling behind him as I angled the tip of my cock against his saliva-slicked hole. I loved watching his ass take the head of my cock in one easy smooth motion. I gripped his hips, just below his waist, pulling his ass back to take my cock as I slid into the warm chute of my hunky professor. I didn't have to go easy entering him. David was a pro at bottoming and my fat eight inches went in readily. I enjoyed the act of pushing right in, and right away I used my hips and glute strength to start fucking him in hard, steady strokes. "You need a nice hard fuck, huh?" I teased, gripping his hips for leverage as I longdicked him. David took another hit of poppers. "Hell yeah," he said, the fumes making him feel the sexual heat. I thrust harder, using my grip to steady his body. I was just amazed at how well his ass took all of me... my thickness, my hardness, my length. Repeatedly, as I fucked into his built body. I wasn't using the poppers but even I was feeling a real rush. It pushed me to go more verbal as we screwed. "Big fucking baseball cock turns you on..." "Jesus, Jim," David huffed as he let his arms give out under him, his chest and face falling onto the bed as his ass hiked and angled up a little more. "Your dick is so fucking big, man. Feels incredible." He unscrewed the popper cap to take another sniff. I humped harder and faster. "God, I love this hungry ass. Eating my dick.... so... fucking... good..." I hissed with each inward shove, now adjusting my speed to make each thrust have more power, knocking his strong body forward a little with each shove. This was aggressive fucking and I just responded to his ability to take it. "God... you're gonna fuck it out of me." His voice too had the telltale signs of an ongoing orgasm. Even as both his hands were on the mattress. The knowledge I was going to make this professor nut hands-free inspired me to make it a photo finish. I ran my hands down his waist, past his hips to his thighs and gently pulled his legs apart so his body landed square on the bed, and I stretched out on top of his body, using the new position and leverage to fuck excitedly in and out of his hole. That did wonders for my own sensations and as David began orgasming beneath me, shaking, grunting, and crying out, I shot a heavy cum load deep in his guts, all while holding his arms down and licking at his neck. We caught our breath from what had been a real athletic fuck, and I finally dismounted, after giving him an appreciative soft kiss between his shoulder blades. I rolled over and felt the room's coolness against my heated body and the slickness of the sex on my cock and balls. David slipped out and went to rinse off. I had to smile at just how fun and hot the sex had been. I knew it couldn't be like that every time, but damn I loved it. I popped in to piss and wash up after David. When I finished cleaning off, David was no longer in the bedroom, so I gathered up my clothes and put them on. David was out in the living room, sitting on the couch in a T-shirt and sweatpants, starting up his laptop. "I'm afraid I can't have you over tonite," he said, looking up with a small frown. "I got a ton of work to do." He was definitely shifting modes now that he'd gotten his rocks off. "That's cool," I said, sitting down next to him as I put on my shoes. I wondered if this was the right time to talk about pursuing dating, but I figured there was never the perfect time. I got up the courage. "Um, any chance you'd be interested in going on a date?" David stopped typing and looked over at me, a little surprised but not much. He let out a long sigh. "I'm afraid I don't date students, Jim," he said softly. "That's OK," I replied gamely. "I just wanted to see." "Jim..." he started. He had a pained expression, and I realized he was responding to the disappointment in my face. I cut him off. "No, it's OK, David. Really. You're right, it probably wouldn't work." I stood up, feeling both sad and embarrassed. "I'm still glad we had that fuck." I figured maybe if I talked crudely about our sex, it would deflect from the romantic gesture I'd offered. David nodded with a curt smile and stood up as well, then followed me to show me out the door. I gripped the door knob and turned around to face him, half expecting a departing kiss or a promise to make plans to meet up later in the week. But he didn't reach out to kiss me, his hands were in the pockets of his sweats as he looked at me with that same pained expression. "Jim, it's probably best that we don't see each other again," he said. I nodded. It seemed harsh at first, but I realized he saw that sex was going to be complicated if I developed feelings. "Sure. Well... good night," I said, giving him one final glance. "Good night, Jim," he said softly as I opened the door and stepped out into the cold. As I got back to my car and drove home, I had very mixed emotions. It sucked to be turned down after asking a guy out, but I was proud of myself for asking. I wanted something, and if he didn't want what I offered... Fuck. I wanted to hold my head high, but rejection still sucked. Besides, on the bright side, the sex had been great while it lasted. I decided I should take the experience for what it was. A hot lay and a lesson learned. ***** The more I thought about it the next couple of days, the more mixed my feelings were. I craved a chance to date someone, even on a more casual basis. And David fit my ideal of the kind of older man I was attracted to. Our sexual chemistry was great and I was glad I'd taken the opportunity to get fucked again. I was still stewing over it all on Saturday. I was at the campus gym, headphones in my ears as I laid back on the workout bench, pressing out reps as I felt my pecs pop and breath get heavy. It felt good to get some of my frustration out with a hard workout. I looped David's and my final conversation over and over again in my head. I grit my teeth, pushing the 225 pound leaden bar off my chest as the music pounded in my ears. Yeah, maybe I was a little pissed that David had rejected me. I re-racked the bar with a clang, sat up, and reached for my water bottle. I gulped the supplement flavored liquid as I wiped the droplets of sweat from my forehead and temples. I know I had a lot to offer, notwithstanding my inexperience and the limitations of being in the closet. I ran my hands through my spiky damp blond hair, and, after a quick rest, I laid back for another set. Deep down, I realized that David was a convenient person to want to date, but that there wasn't any real connection or romantic spark. My ego was a little bruised and I was sad that another possible sexual outlet had been curtailed, but I knew now that the professor just wasn't the right match for me. It was like my older brother John had told me on the beach back in Norfolk, I just had to wait. The right guy, I'll find him. By the end of my workout, I finally made the decision to erase David's number from my phone. I got back to the apartment from my afternoon workout to find Holt was busy studying at the dinner table. I think that's how I knew Holt was serious about his classes - he used to never do school work on a Saturday. But now that my buddy was putting extra effort in his classes, it seemed to be paying off, since a large part of his problem was just focus and motivation. We acknowledged each other with a nod as I dropped my gym bag and backpack by the door and stepped into the kitchen, Holt staying focused on his homework. I quickly mixed my protein in my shaker bottle as I stepped back into the dinning area. Holt seemed to be pulling his hair out. "Need some help?" I offered as I drank my protein shake, leaning over the table to get a closer look at his open textbook, laptop, and notes. He looked up at me with a relieved smile and nodded. He'd been embarrassed when I first started helping him with his classes, but now he was just grateful. "You mind reading over this paper, McGrath? This class is going to be the end of me." I pulled up a chair as he offered me his computer and I started reading through what he had typed up. He had one hand in his hair as he watched me get to work. I wasn't the smartest guy by a long shot, but I could spot some basic problems and try to help Holt. I highlighted his typos and gave a few suggestions for revising what he had. "Thanks, McGrath, you're the best." I turned his computer back over to him. "I didn't expect you to be hitting the books on a Saturday afternoon," I admitted. Holt grinned as he pulled his eyes from the screen. "Got a hot date tonight." We didn't talk specifics about our sex lives much, but occasionally we'd share news. "Yeah, Holt?" I prodded before I finished off my shake. "Anyone serious?" I was both bemused and in awe of Holt's devil-may-care attitude when it came to guys. I think he got around less than he let on, and deep down, I knew that as a jock he was worried about being discreet. "Just a repeat fuck buddy, but I'm overdue, man. I need to get laid," he said leaning back in his chair, his affable self returning. I laughed, and I think Holt picked up on something in my reaction. "Not been so long for you, huh?" he asked with a sly smile. I shook my head. "Nah. Just this week, actually. There was this professor guy I kind of had a thing with." Charlie's jaw fell open. "Shit, seriously?" Charlie was a hard guy to shock, but he was shocked now. "For real," I admitted. "He wasn't my professor, but yeah, I guess it's weird." My roommate seemed to be taking it in, watching my face for any sign that I might be pulling his leg. My stare conveyed that I was telling him the truth. "How you feeling about it, McGrath?" he asked, his voice coming down from the shock. I pondered that. "I dunno. The sex was hot, but I don't think anything else would have worked. Anyway, he didn't want to date or anything." I looked at Holt and tried to act nonchalant about the matter. "You know what I think, buddy?" my football player friend said as he turned in his chair, facing me, his face uncharacteristically serious. I didn't know what he thought and my expression told him as much. "I think your professor guy was using you as a piece of jock meat and is a fucking asshole," he said, pointing his finger to accentuate his point as his face hardened. At times Charlie's rural Virginia accent could be thicker, and this was one of those times. "C'mon, Holt," I said. Charlie was probably right, but I felt accused too, like he was challenging my judgment in guys. "I'm serious, Jim. I'd tell him to his fucking face, too." "Jeez, Holt, you never met him." He held his ground, folding his arms across this big chest. "Doesn't matter. I don't like that he makes you doubt yourself." That got me right there. That kind of loyalty was hard to come by. "Thanks, man," I said, feeling defeated but also happy I had a friend like Holt to have my back. ***** It was amazing to be able to meet one of my idols that February. The Cavaliers Baseball team had an annual fundraiser called "Step Up to the Plate." It was a dinner held at Memorial Hall, with a keynote speaker, silent auction, and awards presentations. It also gave alumni a chance to meet the players. I'd attended my Freshman year, and this year normally wouldn't be so exciting given my injury and prognosis for the 2004 season. But Dad was coming up this year. And best of all, Cal Ripken was the honorary speaker at this year's event. I couldn't have been more thrilled. Dad looked incredible, as always, sharp and handsome in his sport coat and dress shirt. The lines and cut made his shoulders look broader, his chest a bit bigger, and his waist a bit tighter. His thick, dark and grey hair was perfectly cut and combed, his grey eyes excited as we walked into Memorial Hall. I could tell he lived for moments like this - a chance to celebrate my achievements. That made me feel awesome. Pretty soon after we arrived, Dad introduced himself to the coaching staff as I went to say hi to a few teammates. From across the room, I watched the Navy captain surface as Dad's demeanor changed, the way he took control of the conversation, the way his body language conveyed authority, the stoic countenance on his face noting that whatever he was talking about, it was serious. It was just a natural part of how Dad carried himself, and I couldn't help but be envious. But once we took our seats for dinner, and it was just us, the Navy captain had submerged, and he was just Dad again. Ripken gave a great speech - funny and biographical, and not too long. After the dinner and the speeches, I went to mingle and handshake with various alumni, while Dad took the chance to talk to the coaches once more. It was about a half hour later when my father sauntered up with a goofy grin on his handsome face. "I may have accidentally bid on a massage package in the silent auction," he said softly, leaning close to my ear. "You can use it, Dad," I said. "You work so hard." "Maybe," he chuckled. "You could probably use one for your leg, though Coach O'Connor says your physical therapy is coming along well." I had told Dad as much, but I guess he was happy to get confirmation from my coach. "Yeah," I said. "Hopefully I can play by the end of the season." "That'd be great, Jimbo, but don't rush it." I gave Dad an "I know what I'm doing" look of annoyance, and he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "All right, I'll butt out!" he said. Then he looked over my shoulder and I saw him notice something. He nudged my arm and as I turned I saw that Ripken was standing there, feet from us, not surrounded by anyone for a change. "Come on, Slugger, let's talk to him," he said quietly. So that's how I was able to meet Cal frickin' Ripken. We talked for a bit about my and Dad's love of the Orioles and my own baseball aspirations. I told him how he was a big inspiration for me. Dad and I even got our picture taken with him - one with just me and another with Dad, too. After that, Ripken paused and said, "One second, guys, I'll be right back." He stepped away and came back a minute later with a baseball in his hand. "I'm signing these for the silent auction, but they brought a couple extra," he winked as he pulled a sharpie from the inside of his sports coat. And with that, he proceeded to autograph it for me. I was smiling from ear to ear, a little starstruck as he handed it to me, and shook my hand. "Good luck, Jim," he said and then shook Dad's hand. "Captain," he added as he left our circle. Ripken was a pretty cool guy, an aspiration should I ever be lucky to be in the majors. That put both me and Dad in a great mood as we left the banquet. "Man, I feel like a little kid," Dad beamed, a spring in his step as we stepped out into the late evening air. "Tell me about it," I said, still smiling with disbelief. I took the signed ball out of the pocket of my blazer. I didn't want to handle it too much, but I had to take another look at my new prized possession, just to make sure it was real. "To Jim... for a bright future..." it read, with the distinctive Cal Ripken Jr. cursive signature below. Dad got another close look at it, an equally large smile on his face. I slipped the ball back into my pocket carefully. We walked along the edge of campus, quiet at that hour in the early February cold, back toward my neighborhood where Dad had parked. I knew Dad had to get back to Norfolk that night. Dad was quiet himself as we walked, his hands in his pockets, taking glances at me, returning my smiles as my mind was still reeling at the fact that I'd met Cal Ripken. Dad's words and deep voice brought me back to the present. "I hope you won't get mad at me, Slugger, but I took the liberty of talking to your Coach to see if you would be free to have Spring Break off." The season opener was coming up, and I definitely wouldn't be playing, even by early March. But I expected that I'd be watching the games on the bench. Dad's words surprised me. "What?" I reacted, maybe with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "I know..." he started apologetically. "But I was thinking... wondering if you'd be up for spending your Spring Break with your old man." Dad looked at me seriously as our pace had slowed to a meander. "It's been a while since we've hung out, just you and me, Slugger. Plus, the Navy is telling me I got to use up my leave days," he added with levity as he shrugged his large rounded shoulders. I felt a little guilty. Dad and I were close, always were, but between going off to college, dad's deployments, Nicole, and the awkwardness of our sexual connection, we hadn't spent as much time together. "You want me to come home for the week?" I asked, just a little confused at what Dad was expecting. Dad looked down at the sidewalk in front of him and shook his head, no. "No. I was thinking... I got enough points to get us to Mexico and a hotel for five nights." He looked up at me. "I know it won't be as much a party as if you went with your buddies, but you could go out and have your own fun whenever you want." He had such a hopeful tone in his voice and a poignant look in his grey eyes. Spring Break in Mexico... with Dad. The thought made me smile. "To be honest, that sounds amazing, Dad," I said. "It might be my last chance to enjoy a Spring Break trip." For us baseball players, it generally wasn't an option. Dad smiled, with some relief and a slight exhale of breath. "It'll be a fun time, Slugger," he said, his grey eyes happier than they were a second ago. "And you deserve a break." We turned the street corner and were approaching Dad's Acura parked not far from my apartment. Before he got in, I gave him a quick hug. "I'll be in touch about Spring Break plans," he said, walking to the driver's side. "Sounds great," I said. "Have a good drive back." "Will do. Good night Slugger," he said, his voice now cheery as he gave me one final killer smile. "Good night, Dad," I said as I smiled back and gave him a small wave. With that, Dad got in and drove off. I walked the remaining block to my place feeling like this was one of the best days I've had in awhile. It felt good to step into my warm apartment. The place was quiet, and I gathered Holt was out. I made my way to my bedroom. I pulled out the autographed ball and set it on my dresser, next to where Dad's dogtags were. It had been an incredible evening and the thrill of it still gave me a smile. I pulled off my blue blazer and went to hang it up. I removed my dress shoes and put them in the closet as well. I took note of my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was starting to be proud of my muscle gains and able to look past my extra padding around the middle. Even though I'd lost some of my injury weight and was slowly getting back to normal. I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off, taking in the view my bare chest and abdomen. It had been almost a year since Dad and I had fooled around. I flexed my chest and twisted my arms, making the muscles flex and pop with bulk and definition. I was bigger now, the blond fur dusted over and between my pecs hand not changed much, and I idly wondered if Dad would approve of the changes. We had never talked about these things. What attracted him to other men. What he preferred. I had a craving to show my body to him. To let Dad see all of me again. I undid my belt and trouser button and unzipped. I was hard now. A regular occurrence for me, just as the resulting masturbation was when I got a good erection and had the privacy to take care of it. Like now. Pants open, I pulled down my boxer briefs to extract my hardon. Letting it bob and sway as I walked to my bedside end table to fetch the trusty lube. I eased down my trousers and underwear and climbed naked into bed, excitedly slicking up my prick. My fingers felt great as I gripped my dick and started a slow pump. Normally, for me, stroking off doesn't compare to actual sex with a guy. But I had to admit that sometimes a solo stroke felt perfect. I worked my rod a little faster, gradually building up my pleasure in a well-practiced, steady manner. My nuts hung low but I had a feeling they'd be drawing up in short order. It was then that a thought cut through my self-focused state of mind. I hadn't picked up on it earlier, but something was different about Dad's demeanor on our walk back. Like he was nervous to ask me to accompany him on Spring Break. Like he was afraid I'd say no. Thinking of Dad, I stroked faster. I didn't hold back now and I was already on the edge. I let my hand bring myself to orgasm in a few quick strokes as all I had to do was picture Dad hard and naked, beckoning me to suck his 10-inch, uncut cock. I gasped with relief as multiple shots of my thick cum fired up all over my built chest and shoulders. As sperm dripped down my hand and as I came down from the pleasure of release, I realized one question hung over me and Dad, unanswered, unspoken. Were we going to fool around, Dad and me? Or just go on vacation as normal father and son? END OF PART II CONTINUED IN PART III: MEXICO