Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2020 11:01:42 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 16 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 THREE: MEXICO Chapter Sixteen Mexico, Day 1 My eyes took in the sight of our spacious, almost luxury, resort hotel room - a single, king-size bed with a mound of pillows backed by a tall, large headboard, flanked by twin nightstands and matching lamps. In one corner was a large cozy chair and ottoman, on the wall was an enormous flat screen mounted over a long wooden dresser. And a bathroom that I swear, looked even bigger than my freshman dorm room. But what really caught my eye was the view. Outside, the turquoise waters of the Caribbean stretched out across the horizon, just beyond the balcony. I quickly set my athletic duffle bag on the bed and strode towards the ceiling-high glass door. Sliding it open, I let the warm, tropical breeze blow in as my chest heaved and I sucked in the sea air. I adjusted my favorite Orioles ball cap higher on my head and stepped out onto the balcony, where twin patio chairs and a table faced the seaside view - the water, the white sandy beach, and the distant white clouds. Fuck, it was beautiful. I looked back to see Dad set his luggage tote down on the bed next to mine. He had a big, happy grin as he stepped out onto the balcony to join me. "Tell me this wasn't a great idea, Slugger," he said, beside himself with contentment, standing next to me as I leaned over the railing, looking down over the pool area, and then past it, to the enticing beach area. "Ocean definitely smells different when you're on vacation," he added, taking a long, deep breath as I noticed his chest swell under his plaid button-up. I let my eyes wander and noted how happy Dad looked now that he was on vacation. He was always handsome, but he looked especially so now. My eyes traced the mature, distinguishing lines of his face, the creases flanking his cool, grey eyes as he gently squinted, taking in the view before turning his eyes and body to me. I loved the way his hair was not as neat as it usually was - while still parted and combed to Navy regs, his brown and greying hair was more free to move in the Caribbean breeze without product holding it in place. His skewed smile accentuated his square jaw and evident 5 o'clock shadow. And, yeah, there was a sly lust in the way his eyes twinkled at me. When Dad first told me he was bringing me down to Mexico for Spring Break, I wasn't sure what to expect. A year and a half ago, we crossed an unimaginable line. After coming out to Dad at my brother Paul's wedding, Dad confided in me that he was bisexual. After a little fit of jealousy on my part, watching Dad go home with a cute, young groomsman, I admitted my sexual feelings for him. And what shocked me was hearing that he had the same sexual feelings for me. And against his initial reservations, I fulfilled my fantasy and I sucked my Dad's dick. We had repeated that about a half dozen times, until Dad started dating Nicole. But after his most recent deployment, he was single once more. I had made no overture to starting anything sexual back up again and neither had he. That is... until the plane ride down. Dad had surreptitiously given me a handjob in First Class, officially putting me in the Mile High Club. But even more thrilling than the naughtiness of that, was the promise that he wanted to resume what we'd started. Hopefully, maybe even go further. Now I was trying to read in his face for just how far he might want to go. After that initial blowjob, Dad had been strict with boundaries, and I knew I had to respect them. I wanted to respect him. But, damn. The idea that Dad and I might get it on thrilled me and gave me a hardon in my mesh baseball shorts as we stood there, a few feet apart on the balcony trading small sly smiles. "Hell, yeah, this place is great," I said with a nervousness to my voice. My timid blue eyes met his, and the way he looked back at me, the playful glint in his pupils, the way the sun played off the grey hue, making this stare look inviting but at the same time, lascivious, made my heart flutter and my cock jostle in my boxer briefs. Dad's mature handsomeness had taken on a sharp sexual edge, all right. And it was hard to deny that familiar hunger in his eyes and in his smirk. The grin and look I gave him in return must have expressed all the excitement I held in me for the week ahead of us. Not taking his eyes off me, Dad easily unfastened the top few buttons of his plaid shirt and untucked it from his well-fitting faded jeans, letting his massive hairy chest out in full view as the sea breeze gently blew the front open. The silver-flecked, brown hairs swirled in a pattern all over the rounded, hard, twin masses of pectoral muscle. The sight of that chest was a pure aphrodisiac for me, and I swear I could smell his skin from where I stood - deep, clean, musky, and tinged with his favorite cologne. The shimmer in his grey eyes reaffirmed that for me - yeah, he wanted this just as much as I did. We were far from Virginia, away from school and the Navy, and it felt like the inhibitions we had were now even farther away. Dad straightened his stance, his mounded shoulders rolled back as the massive swells of his hairy pecs jutted out from between the open buttons of his shirt. He gave me a wink and stepped back into the room. As in so many moments, I was following Dad's lead. Literally now, as I walked back into the air conditioning, leaving sliding the door barely open behind me. As I turned back, I saw Dad already bared from the jeans up as he stood there with his legs slightly spread, his hands on his hips, his shirt folded over a room chair, as the face of the military watch on his wrist caught a streak of sunlight. Was this happening? I felt my carnal desires take over as I locked eyes with Dad, making sure I knew that what I wanted was what he wanted. And I read his mutual desire in his return stare. I gasped softly at the realization - happy, excited, and just a tad nervous. I'd wanted this for so long, and I was just starting to accept that maybe what had happened on the plane was just a one off. I pulled my ballcap from my head and tossed it on the bed. My hair was getting longer, nothing like it was last summer, but it had been a bit since my last haircut. The sides and back were still relatively short, the hairs slightly longer than the close buzz I initially had. I had let the top grow out longer though as the blond locks were just starting to curl once more. I ran my fingers through my hair to brush away the cowlicks. I gripped the bottom hem of my T-shirt. Dad's eyes followed my hands, watching as I pulled the cotton fabric up to reveal my returning abs and finally over my developed and sculpted chest, where my blond hairs were now fuller than the last time Dad had seen me. We were wordless now, and somehow that made this slow, partial stripping even hotter. Dad's gaze held on me as I wadded my shirt in one hand, his gaze alone telling me he was very eager for reciprocation from earlier. I dropped the shirt on the floor and stepped closer to him. My bangs fell messily over my forehead as I savored the appreciative widening of Dad's eyes as he scanned the now naked length of my powerful, meaty torso. I was still bulkier than my ideal weight, from my injury and a tough semester. I'd lost some definition in my core, but I'd packed on muscle, too. I was somewhere between 205 and 210 pounds, and while I wanted to lose my persistent extra weight around the middle, I now had a real strong, tight definition in my shoulders and arms, and general solid strength all around. I could tell that Dad saw the changes in my now bigger build, and the progress in my development. I was even less the boy he remembered, and even more the collegiate athlete. But despite all the hard work I put in, I still didn't match his size or bulk, not in the shoulders, and I definitely could not match his chest. He was nonetheless entranced watching my moving body, my muscles working just under my pale skin. He finally looked up, catching my gaze as I stepped closer into his personal space. Our smiles were gone, replaced by smoldering stares, parted lips, and heavy breaths. I slowly approached him, inching closer. Dad dropped his large hands from his hips, ready and eager to touch my waist as I stepped even closer. The soft contact made my body grow warm with excitement as his thick fingers and hot palms slipped around me, running along the band of my boxer briefs, solidly holding me in his grasp. Fuck, we were going to do this, I thought as I felt the nerves under his touch fire up. He didn't turn his chin from me like our last coupling as I watched his tongue swipe behind his parted lips. After the months of doing nothing together, after the times Dad had laid down a no-kissing rule, Dad and I were going to kiss once more. My hands shakily snaked forward as I ran my fingertips through the silver-flecked hair of his chest, his face now so close to mine. I palmed each massive hairy pec in my roaming hands as Dad groaned just under his exhale, his hands gripping my waist a little tighter. I was close enough to feel his warm breath blow across my lips, the smell of bourbon tingling my nose from his airplane drink. His skin was hot and dry under my fingers, the hair scratchy, the muscle hard and meaty as I caressed him, my blue eyes never leaving his. One of Dad's strong hands caressed up my side, sliding around my shoulder and across my collarbone, until his thick fingers wrapped around the nape of my neck. Slowly, commandingly, he pulled me in, closing the last couple of inches between us. His lips sought out mine like a magnet before finally sealing our half-parted mouths to one another. His heat was electrifying, my brain and tongue instantly remembering his virile taste. I pressed my lips harder into his. I let my eyes shut as I let one hand glide over his chest and wrap around his thick neck as well. My nimble fingers in his soft, short hair as my other hand drifted and gripped his shoulder. I felt his muscle tense as his other arm pulled me by my waist, pressing my groin into him, making sure I felt his dick hardening down one leg of his jeans. It was insane how hard Dad was for me, and how big he was. Dad's kiss demanded I part my lips for him. I gripped his hair in my fist as his hand held my neck, keeping my mouth sealed to his as his tongue slipped in. I moaned, massaging his oral muscle with my own. His lips were smooth and sensual, and after hours, not to mention months of anticipation, the kiss sent shockwaves through my body, and I shivered in Dad's solid grip, feeling as if my knees might give out. I pulled my lips from his, our foreheads still touching as I breathed heavily in his arms. I missed this, Dad's kiss, the deep masculine flavor of his lips and tongue. I knew now that I craved this that final night with Dad in my dorm room all those months ago. I let a small smile creep across my lips as I stroked the soft hairs at the base of Dad's neck. "Oh, my boy," he muttered with a gravely desire in his voice, his hands gripping me in even more strength, his fingers massaging my scalp just above my neck before he pulled my mouth back to his. His wide tongue slipped forth between my eager lips and claimed its territory. I moaned low into his mouth, one hand still in his hair as the other now clawed at every inch of hard, hairy chest muscle that I could, taking my time to caress the bulging flesh and tease the fat nipples. I felt his other hand explore a smooth line up my back and then down my round shoulders to my bulging triceps. I felt light-headed, I was so turned on as I pressed my now hardened cock against Dad's. But as pleasurable as this was, I kept thinking of something more perverted, and knew that after hours sitting next to me on the plane, Dad must be thinking the same thing. My hand slid down from his nipples, over his hairy solid core before I finally cupped his genitals through his jeans. Dad was now rock hard and I felt his large cock pulse in my grip as I pet his length through the stretched denim. I pulled back from our kiss, my lips glossy with his saliva as we were now both breathing heavily with lusty grins. Dad normally had gray eyes, but with the tropical sunlight coming in from the sea, they glimmered with a lusty blue cast. I felt his hand securely grip me around the waist as I let my other hand fall from his neck and glide over his boulder-sized shoulder as I let the other continue to massage Dad's long, fat erection. "I was thinking of this the whole way down, Slugger," he sighed, his breath blowing across my still wet lips, his admission making my heart pump. "Getting into blue balls territory now," he half laughed. I could hear the urgency in his voice. I reached down and fumbled with his belt, not looking down as I held his gaze, noticing his smile widen as I slowly pulled the leather strap through the loops of his jeans. "Gonna let me out, Jimbo?" he asked under his breath. I nodded and practically yanked his fly open and dipped my hand underneath the elastic of his boxers. Dad hissed at my touch as I gingerly wrapped my fingers around his hot spike, admiring his girth and especially his length. "That was a hot handjob on the plane, Dad," I said with more breath than voice. We hadn't talked much about our pairings, but Dad's horniness made me feel freer now. "Do I get a return in the favor?" he asked with a low groan. I nodded and pushed down my father's jeans and underwear until they bunched around his thick quads. That beautiful, large erection swung out with such density and weight, making Dad's heavy balls jostle beneath. And even with the tropical air in the room, I could feel the heat emanating from his genitals. I cupped the hanging orbs briefly, feeling his hairy scrotum and the weight of his testicles. These contained the seed that sired me so many years ago. Fuck! I took a couple of slow steps back, Dad stepping with me, keeping me close. I felt the back of my knees tap the mattress before I sat down on the edge of the bed. Dad widened his stance, his fingers slipping from me before he placed his hands behind his back as I looked longingly up at him. He looked like a sailor, ready for inspection. I reached behind Dad's powerful hips and pulled him toward me. "Come here, Dad," I said, and as he took that last tiny step, his hairy crotch neared my face as I felt the sticky-wet tip of my father's uncut cock press against my smooth cheek. I turned my head, not tearing my eyes from his as I softly kissed the thick veined shaft of his prick. "Man, you're horny," I teased as my fingers gently ran the length of his 10-inch tool. His sap leaked through the foreskin at the tip, smearing as I let it caress my cheek. "Jim, you don't even know," Dad breathed in reply, gently rocking his hips, grinding his dick against my face. I could never get sick of looking at my father's cock. I loved how soft his skin was in contrast to the steely hardness beneath, the winding thick dorsal vein that ran down the length and the bulging ridged tube that pulsed along the underside. Even though Dad was hard, his engorged head was still semi-hooded with the skin stretching to hold it in. Long and commanding, it was a powerful symbol of masculine power to me. Dad looked down on me with awe, taking in how much I got off on his endowment. With a deeper voice and starker tone, he said simply, "This dick made you, Jim." I almost didn't believe the words. But he said them, the perfect encapsulation of every incestuous fantasy I'd toyed with over the last few years. They went straight to my gut and fueled the fire inside me. This was the moment I knew it was different between us, that this week would be different between us. "Oh man," I grunted as I gripped the fat base, aiming the leaking, hooded head between my open lips. My other hand held him just below the flared corona, peeling his skin back smoothly, exposing his slickened head before I eagerly sucked him into my mouth. I dove on Dad's dick, moaning with delight at the amount of exploding salty sap that had collected just under the hood of his dick. Dad let a low groan fall from his open mouth. I sucked at the newly exposed head, swirling my tongue around the flared tip before I scarfed down a good bit in one go. But around the five inch mark, I stopped and held my father at the entrance to my throat. I moaned around his shaft as I could feel the pre still oozing from the tip as it slid down my gullet. I had to struggle now to fight my reflex, so I backed off to a more comfortable position. I then pulled back a few inches, sucking Dad's head with just enough vigor to pull his foreskin back over his head. I released my grip on his base and reached up to wipe a tear forming at the corner of my eye. I had some experience at giving head, but not as much as I wished. "Easy, Slugger," I heard Dad's soft voice above me as one hand brushed my blond curls from my face. "You got this, Jimbo. You know how to make your Dad feel good." More determined now, I drifted my left hand back to my dad's testicles and started to caress and stroke the dangling sac as my head resumed bobbing up and down on him, slurping and letting my tongue dive into the skin of his cock, massaging the head with every downward motion as I stroked the remaining inches of his length in my right hand. I was just finding my groove, milking his hard dick with my lips and tongue, and my stroking fingers. Dad's legs begin to shake, and I could tell he was fighting to keep from thrusting hard into my mouth. I hummed around his cock, almost begging for his paternal essence as I sucked a little harder and stroked a little faster. I let my hand grasp his hard hip, my fingers at his glutes, just under his waist, pulling him, wordlessly urging him to feed me his dick and sperm. Dad's ejaculation came as a surprise. I suppose he was coming before he was ready because he started withdrawing his spurting dick before he realized the inevitable and just rode out the orgasm with a thrust back into my gullet. He quickly reached out with his second hand, both mitts now in my hair as he held my face to his crotch, keeping his cock lodged between my lips, gripping my head as I felt him unload into my mouth. "Oh Slugger! Fuck yeah... Fuck yeah... Take it... Oh yeah, take it!" Dad cried out, grabbing every inch of my hair and neck muscle that he could as he discharged his fatherly seed. My mouth was filling full of the thick, potent liquid, only to be pushed down into my waiting esophagus by his steel-hard, thrusting cock. Throughout his nut, Dad was still fucking my mouth with determined strokes, shooting everywhere from the front of my palate to the very back, straight down into my stomach. It was intense to handle, but I focused on my desire for him and took it. I hungrily sucked at each spurt, milking my father for all he had. I loved making him cum, the pleasure on his face, the tension in his body, the flexing of his muscles, I loved it all. There we were, locked together in that hotel room, me on the bed hunching down, a grip tight on Dad's pulsing shaft and heaving buttocks. Him, trembling, legs apart, hands urging my head down to meet his frantic unloading cock. That monster orgasm went on for a full 15 seconds, and it took me another fifteen to swallow all of the muck filling my mouth and to lick the sticky, salty seed off Dad's cock. Dad finally pulled out. His dick was slick and satisfied as it slipped from my wet and swollen lips. I breathed heavily and stared at the hooded monster in front of me, a strand of thick saliva still connecting us. I looked up at Dad's grinning face before he sat on the bed next to me. He immediately leaned back, his large chest heaving in a fresh coat of sweat. His slick dick still had a sizable, semi-hard immensity and it pulsed with each of his rapid heart beats. "Fuck son, that was fantastic," he said in a more normal voice, his sweat-dewed face smiling as he looked over at me. "I've been dreaming a month about that blowjob." I leaned back next to him, falling back on the bed and feeling the heat of his exposed chest. I turned to face him and ran my fingers through his wiry body hair, stray streaks of gray mingled in with the deep chestnut brown fur as the covering got thicker toward his pubes. This was an intimacy we'd not shared since that spring night in my dorm room a year prior. He softly smiled back at me and let me enjoy his body. I took his rubbery wet prick in my hand and squeezed out more juicy drops of his semen, letting it pool and collect at the tip just under his foreskin. The white juice oozed from his hood and rolled down the side of my knuckles. Damn, I thought, here I was at last, holding my father's dick in my hand. My own shaft pulsed and ached. He took a second to catch his breath, then turned and looked at me, questioningly with a sly smirk. "Need to get off Slugger?" I'd gotten off on the plane ride, but my need was urgent again now after sucking Dad's dick. My mouth had run out of saliva sucking him off, so I could only croak out an answer, which was enough. He bent forward, seeking out my mouth with his. I craned my neck and tilted my chin to meet his. I whimpered softly into his mouth as he gently bit my upper lip with tentative teeth, then playfully explored my lips and oral cavity with his tongue. It didn't take long for the pecking to grow in intensity, and soon we were swapping tongues. Not breaking our kiss, Dad pulled me closer to him. I felt his appreciative touch on my chest, groping my hair-dusted pecs before his hands slithered down my torso towards the band of my mesh baseball shorts. I grunted as I felt Dad manhandle my supercharged cock through my shorts, admiring my girth through the thin material, stroking up and down the hardened, 8-inch length. It had been two months since I'd felt anything other than my hand make those wonderful jerking movements, and of course had been over a year since Dad and I last kissed. "Yeah," he smiled, backing away from our kiss, his hand still stroking me, "you missed your old man, all right." There was something so sexy about my father's face that close up, it was like he was a different man, more vulnerable and more virile at the same time. "Dad..." I asked, my blue eyes just as vulnerable. "Can you suck my dick?" I asked with a bit of reservation. My dad had gone down on me once, and I still thought back to that moment. Back then, I hadn't dared make that request of my father, but now I felt the dynamic was different between us. Already, I knew that I could ask him, but he could still say no. Dad nodded with a slight grin. My cock pulsed excitedly in his grasp, which made him chuckle just under his breath. He leaned in and gave me a small but tongue-filled kiss before saying, "Why don't you stand up, and I'll do you like you just did me." I jumped off the bed and onto my feet. excitedly, and pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down onto my thighs. My cut hardon bounced up lewdly from my blond bush, thick with desire and clearly leaking. Dad was now sitting up on the bed like I had been before, feet now on the carpet and facing my hard crotch. My rigid dick now hovered less than an inch from his face. "Nice, son," he said softly, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at me, his long fingers now stroking the length of my cock teasingly, lovingly. "You have such an amazing dick." I stood shakily and looked down, hands at my side, unable to do or say anything as my dad held my gaze and pulled my throbbing erection to his waiting mouth. I watched his thin lips part before I felt the touch of his tongue against the dripping tip, tasting my sap. The wet sensation sent a shiver of pleasure through me. This was so forbidden and so incredibly hot. In my experience, with a dick as fat as mine, most guys blowing me don't maintain eye contact, generally focusing all their attention on to my cock, either from their sexual attraction to it or from the challenge of sucking it - or both. When a guy did look up at me, it was either playfully, like Holt, or maybe even in a wanton sexual expression. But as Dad kept his eyes locked to mine, his look was serious, confidently masculine, and, I don't know, paternal. Just the look in his gray eyes drove me wild as he licked up all my leaking pre, letting the tip of his tongue swipe the underside of the swollen head before taking me in his mouth. The instant hot and wet sensation made me gasp as his thick tongue welcomed my sensitive prick deeper into his mouth. "Dad..." I whimpered, biting my bottom lip, watching my father swallow my dick. He took his time, gripping the base of my cock, pulling me slowly between his working lips, his other hand clutched on my hardened glutes, gently working more of my fat inches into his mouth and toward his gullet. He groaned deeply from his chest as I felt the low vibration around my shaft. "Ah..." I gasped as my knees buckled. I reached out and wrapped my hands around his thick and corded neck, careful not to mess his hair. He backed up, slurping to the very top until the corona of the head was just behind his lips. I groaned deeply as I felt some of his warm spit run down the veiny length of my prick, tickling my drawn-up ball sac. My dad took a deep breath and then started sucking me again. He focused on a few inches, bobbing up and down vigorously and applying adequate suction as his fist stroked the rest, slicked with his spit as the slurping and sucking sounds soon filled the hotel room. It was an incredible sight: my father's silver-flecked dark hair, parted and styled, his broad shoulders and middle-aged muscle, and the knowledge I had an accomplished Naval officer, a captain, my own dad, sucking me off... that did it. I gripped my Dad's neck, holding his mouth to my cock. "Uh... Ah... Awww... Dad..." I threw my head back, legs trembled as my dick pulsed with my seed. I felt Dad's hand clench my flexed glute in his grasp, holding my dick in his mouth, sucking as I spurted charged shots of my liquid McGrath seed into Dad's hungry craw. The orgasm actually really hit after the first cum spurt. "Oh FUCK!" I gasped, caught surprised by the delayed intensity of it all. Dad's mouth and fist milked me of my essence like I had him, pulling each shot out of me. I couldn't help my gently thrusting hips, and I heard Dad moan around my prick, so I'm guessing my successive shots were a lot thicker even. My father took them like a champ though, slurping and sucking my seed after he got used to it. I was breathing heavily, hands still holding tightly around his neck as he finally pulled off my cum-wet cock. The sound was wet as I felt and heard the head slip from his mouth - I could feel his labored breaths against my wet genitals - all while he still gripped my ass and kissed and licked my still-plump shaft. "Jesus, Dad," I said with heavy breaths, my fingers more softly stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "That was the most incredible thing." I let my hands slide around his ears, running my fingers along his square and slightly stubbled jaw. I wasn't sure how he felt about the more affectionate moves I was making, but he wasn't rebuffing them. "What made you change your mind?" I asked, a satiated smile on my face. "That's a long conversation, Slugger," he said as he smirked up at me, giving my softening prick a final kiss before finally standing up next to me. His truncheon of a dick was half turgid and swung heavily from his hairy crotch and open fly. He stepped up to me, brushing my hair away from my face with a small smile and said, "What do you say we save that for later? I could use some dinner and some fresh air." I nodded as he slipped his powerful arms around my waist, pulling me into him as we hugged. Our softening wet dicks pressed together, my face nuzzled in his shoulder as I felt his warm breath on my neck. I breathed in his masculine scent, savoring the feel of his hairy muscles pressed into my smoother body. In some ways, this was just as nice as the kiss. "So glad we're here, Slugger," he said in my ear as he caressed my naked back and softly kissed my neck. It was the perfect start to the perfect week. ***** I was starving, it turned out, as the travel day and the blowjobs caught up with me. I changed out of my baseball shorts and into a pair of summer khaki shorts instead. I pulled a fresh T out of my athletic bag, pulling it over my head and down my torso as I watched Dad slip into a snug, light blue polo and chino shorts. Dad fussed a bit with his hair as I grabbed my Orioles ballcap off the bed, brushing my hair back with my fingers before covering my head. "Ready for some real Mexican food?" Dad asked, grinning as he slid his large feet into some leather sandals, hooking his sunglasses in the placket of his unbuttoned polo. Hands on his hips, he watched me slip on a pair of surfer style flip flops, pulling out my RayBans as well before heading to the door. "Hell yeah, I'm starving," I answered. The weather was beyond perfect for early evening as we slipped on our shades, and stepped out of the air conditioned resort lobby and onto the open main boulevard. We were in the hotel district, a long barrier island lined with resorts facing the open waters, and we could see Cancun proper across the lagoon with the bright, low late sun behind it. The Mexican heat was humid, but I could still feel the cool air gently blow in from the ocean, swaying the palm trees that lined the street. There were tourists everywhere, nothing crowded, but definitely noticeable. English and Spanish words mixed in the air around us as Dad and I noticed that we easily blended into the populace. Dad looked so handsome in vacation mode, hands in the pockets of his shorts, the fabric stretching over his hairy quads as he walked, the breeze blowing his polo against his chest, accentuating the shape of his massive pecs. I liked the way his hair blew free, looking soft and natural, the sun highlighting the grey streaks. Dad looked at me from behind his shades and smiled, letting me know that he knew I was crushing on him. I blushed and looked away, rubbing my neck. But when I looked back at him, he was still looking at me. And I could tell from the tilt of his head, the way his brow peaked, and the way he crooked his smile - he was checking me out as well. It was weird, we were father and son, but we also had that mutually satisfied connection of two men who'd just gotten their rocks off together. Dad and I hadn't walked too far when we found a kind of touristy joint that had really good Mexican seafood. I had a feeling I was going to eat well this trip. The place was packed with a mix of people too, a lot of college kids but families and other tourists as well. There was a din of voices, music, and the lapping waves of the ocean, but all that noise seemed small as I watched Dad give me a long sweeping stare, his eyes and smile playful as I had taken off my ball cap and sunglasses. We didn't say much as I watched him look at me, as if taking note of all my details. I smiled timidly, not quite used to Dad looking at me so unabashedly, his eyes and smile not hiding his thoughts. The trance was broken as our waiter returned with a couple of large house margaritas on the rocks. "So, I got a question," I asked Dad before taking a sip of lime and tequila from my salted rimmed glass. Fuck, that hit the spot. "Shoot." Dad was in an affable mood, whether from the blowjob or just being on vacation. He folded his arms, elbows on the table as he watched my mouth as I took another sip. "Why did you pick Cancun?" I asked, looking out at the water and the beach before looking back at him. I watched his eyes shift as he looked as if he slipped back into his father mode, if for just a split second. "You didn't have a real spring break last year, and you might not again, Slugger," he said sincerely. Indeed, baseball season was always in high gear during the university's spring break. "I figured we could do our own thing here, but you could also party if you wanted to." He finally looked away from my stare, looking down at his drink as he thumbed the drops of condensation from around his glass. There are times when you feel like your parents don't get you, particularly at that age. This was one of those times. If I had been hanging out with my teammates, or even just Holt, Rich, or even Pete, I probably could have gotten into the debauchery of this place like a typical college sophomore. But that's not why I came with my father. Still, it was touching to know he was thinking of me and didn't want me to feel like I was missing out on my college fun. My injury was a singular event that allowed me to even have this opportunity in the first place, and I'm not sure if I would even be able to have a normal college spring break otherwise. I lowered my voice, not wanting to be overhead. "Dad, I don't think there's much for a gay dude at those parties anyway," I said with a coy smile as I brought my glass to my lips once more. Dad raised one eyebrow playfully and covertly looked around at the well-built and suntanned frat guys around the restaurant. To be honest, I forgot they were there until I followed Dad's stare. Getting his meaning, I had to laugh. "Glad to see school hasn't killed your sense of humor," he smirked. "But seriously, Jim, if you ever want to go off on your own, have some fun, don't worry about me. I just hope you have a great time this week." "I am having a great time. With you," I replied resolutely, my eyes locking with his once more as I let my smile convey that I was with the only guy that mattered. Dad acknowledged me with a sharp but small nod that told me he was probably going to pester me again this week about how I should be a proper college jock and go have fun while on spring break. But he deadpanned, "In that case, Slugger, I got a full sightseeing agenda lined up. Mayan temples, jungle hikes, nature preserves..." I laughed. Dad had a good sense of humor though he didn't always show it. He was always so stoic, so... Navy captain, even with me at times. He smirked at me and I had a feeling he was going to say something Dad-like to me, but our food arrived, along with a second round of margaritas. Dad clinked his glass to mine. "Here's to vacation, Jim." "To vacation," I toasted. We were famished after the travel and sex, and we dug in, letting our conversations drift to other casual topics, blending into the crowd as we laughed and smiled over amazing fish tacos and hard margaritas. After dinner we walked around the island, enjoying the sea breeze and setting sun. The daylight giving way to hues of red and orange as it reflected off the water. The lights were coming on across the boulevard and the city as the sky soon darkened to shades of blue as the sun dipped out of sight as the heat lingered. "What do you think of the place, Slugger?" Dad asked me as we strolled, hands back in his pockets as he took in our surroundings - shops, restaurants, bars/cantinas, venders, and of course people. "It's pretty fun," I said, watching the nightlife blossom around us, music seeming to some out of nowhere. "You know, I just like being somewhere new.... I kind of miss the vacations we did when I was younger." I watched Dad nod as he let his gaze fall to the sidewalk. Dad knew what I meant. We traveled more as a family before Mom got diagnosed with cancer, when I was still a kid. Circumstances meant it had been ages since we had a trip like this, and a small part of me wished that John, Paul, and Matt were here. His brow furrowed as he said, "I guess it's been a while since I've taken you anywhere. It's been some tough teenage years for you." He looked over at me, giving me a somber smile. I didn't always like it when Dad got in his brooding moods, and I sure wasn't ready for one now. "I'm not a teenager anymore," I said proudly, smiling and deflecting his comment as I subconsciously puffed my chest. "That you aren't," he replied with a proud grin as he nodded in agreement. We passed a group of college kids, who despite the late evening, were still in bathing suits, half naked, and clearly buzzed. And it was only as I got closer that I realized I recognized one of the guys. Cliff Stenson from my marketing class back at UVA - good looking, great body, and clearly straight. About the same moment he recognized me, too. "Jim!" Cliff cried in a loud drunken greeting as if we were suddenly best friends. He stepped over and gripped my hand in a bro handclasp. Cliff was a fraternity dude and looked like a hundred of other guys here on spring break... sun burned, shirtless and wearing only board shorts, flip flops, and a UVA ball cap. We weren't exactly friends and had just worked on some class group projects together, but the party atmosphere and the surprise of seeing each other so far from Charlottesville made it seem like we were long lost brothers. I returned his hand grip with one of my own. "Dude," he said, drunkenly and happily surprised, "didn't know you were here this week!" "I just got in today," I replied, stepping back and laughing a little at how clearly drunk he was. A couple of years ago I would have been mortified to have Dad see me approached by a friend so clearly soused, but I was in college now, and I was pretty sure Dad knew that I had my own moments where I was very much in Cliff's present state. "I'm here with my Dad." Cliff seemed taken aback but gave my father a friendly hello wave. "Nice to meet you, Mr. McGrath," he said in his polite Eddie Haskell voice. Dad returned Cliff's greeting with a nod, slipping back into his father/Navy officer mode. Turning back to me, Cliff placed a hand on my shoulder and continued, "Listen, Jim, I gotta go. But you should come to a party we're having tomorrow night." He gave me the hotel and room number, and a vague time. His friends, a couple of guys dressed just like Cliff and an equal number of sorority girls in skimpy bikinis were impatiently waiting for him. "What that fuck, Stenson? We're fucking starving!" one of the dudes said, an arm around the waist of one of the girls, beckoning Cliff back into the group. "Later, man," Cliff bid his goodbye and turned to dash after the rest of the party, who'd started walking on without him. I shook my head as I turned back to Dad, his arms folded across his massive chest with an amused smirk. "Friend of yours?" Dad laughed while semi-intrigued. "Not really," I said, shrugging as we continued walking. "A dude from my marketing class." "Not even town five hours and you're already getting party invitations," Dad said, seemingly impressed as he wrapped an arm around me, giving me an "attaboy" kind of grin before letting me go. "What can I say?" I smiled. "I'm a popular guy." Our laugh was soon drowned out by the sound of mariachi music spilling out onto the street from a small bar. "What do you say to one more drink?" Dad asked, tipping his head towards the entrance as he began walking towards the promise of alcohol before I had a chance to reply. I grinned, shaking my head as I followed Dad. We knocked back a couple of beers, enjoying light conversation and just talking about how great it was to be on vacation. Afterwards, as we stepped back out onto the sidewalk, I felt warm, pleasantly buzzed, sated, and relaxed. By the easy smile on Dad's face as we talked, the youthful look in his eyes, I could tell he was feeling the same glow I was. Walking back to our hotel, I couldn't help but admire the amazing build my dad had. The man was late into his forties, but fuck if the years didn't make him look distinguished rather than old. He kept his body in tip-top shape, and maybe it was just a Navy thing. I know sailors had a set standard for physical fitness, so it was no surprise that Dad, as their captain, took the initiative to set an example. But even out of uniform, away from the confines of the naval base and now wearing a casual polo and shorts, he comported himself like an officer. His gait was wide and confident, not the awkward half-bowlegged jock stride I had, and his broad muscular chest stuck out as he carried his shoulders up and back. I felt a wave of pride to be walking next to this paragon of masculinity, looking up at him with admiration and at the same time, a simmering desire. I took in the sight of Dad's perfectly chiseled, handsome profile, with his 5 o'clock shadow swathed across his prominent square jaw, his pearly white teeth behind his crooked smile, and his twinkling gray eyes. My mind turned back to the intense sex from earlier. It was wild. Incest. A daunting word if there ever was one, but a deep inner desire kept propelling me toward it. Toward my father. And Dad seemed open to resuming our explorations. "I don't see how you walk with that thing," he said, cutting the silence of our stroll. "What?" I asked, still in reverie, not tearing my eyes from him. "That hardon you got, Slugger." He angled his stare towards my crotch. I looked down at the club-like swell in my khaki shorts. It wasn't quite an erection, but it was stiffer and showing heavily in my shorts. I blushed, stuffing my hands in my pockets, trying to hide my growing hardon. "It's OK," he said softly with a coy smile. "It's a nice compliment." "I thought I'd be too tired to be horny," I said with a soft blush as I let my shoulders gently shrug. "I know what you mean." "You too?" I asked. I hadn't been sure when and if Dad would want a repeat. I watched the corner of his lip curled up. "What do you say we head back to the room?" "Sounds great," I said as I tried to hide my excitement. As we got closer to the hotel, I noticed Dad looking over at me, subtly smiling. "I'm proud of how you've handled all this, Slugger," he said as he noticed my inquisitive stare. "You know, us... doing stuff." We had to be circumspect in talking about our sexual activity, even on vacation, even in a different country. His words made me smile. "Yeah? I'm not sure I'm doing anything right, Dad. But I'm enjoying it. Absolutely no regrets," I said, shaking my head with a firm conviction. That seemed to reassure Dad, his smile curt as he nodded. "No regrets either, son," he said. "Whaddya say we play things by ear this week, and just enjoy having fun?" He was in a relaxed and horny mood, but his words excited me. "Sounds perfect, Dad," I said as he opened the door to the hotel foyer. The minute we were back at the room, I didn't waste a second. As the door shut, I tossed my ballcap behind me and immediately pounced on Dad's frame, locking my meaty arms around him, clutching his thick neck and solid waist as Dad's open lips met mine in a deep and masculine kiss. A deep rumble emanated from well within his chest, signaling approval. His wide mitts gripped my taut waist through my shirt, pulling my athletic body closer to his with strength as I felt his wide and fat tongue plunder my mouth between our open lips. Two men, two McGraths, having stored up months of pent-up desire from separation, only to have our inhibitions looser from the beer and tequila. We clung together and met chest to chest, lip to lip. Dad walked me backwards, groaning into my mouth as I sucked on his beer-tinged tongue, my hand holding his head to mine as we collapsed on the bed. I fell back, holding Dad close, never releasing his mouth as he fell on top of me. Our bodies felt hot, even through our clothes, despite the cool sea breeze coming in from the still ajar sliding door. Navy muscle crashed against collegiate muscle as we writhed and kissed and groped against the soft comforter, my hands felt up and down Dad's wide and ridged back under his summer polo as his hands felt down my sides before roaming over my sculpted chest and cupping my face. If I wasn't aware of how much a hunk my father was, I certainly knew now. I was a perfectly conditioned varsity athlete and carried a good deal of muscle on my frame, but my old man outweighed me with a good ten to fifteen pounds of mature, powerful mass as I felt the weight of his solid body press me into the king-size bed. As he held me down, still holding my lips, Dad's hands ran over my shoulders, down my forearms, pulling my hands from his back as he pinned my wrists up above my head. I felt the swell of his wide and massive pectoral muscles press into my smaller but still impressive chest, the girth of his masculine belly heave above mine, his giant hardon tenting his shorts, its firm ridge rubbing over my own trapped fat schlong. He released my mouth as I let out a low groan as he began nipping at my jaw, grinding his long fat piece against mine in a steady but slow rhythm. "You're one hot fucker, Jimbo," he growled into my ear, in between chewing a wet trail from the base of my Adam's apple to my forehead, crisscrossed in bulging veins of excitement. I wanted to feel his body with my hands, guide his body as he writhed against me. But he held firm, holding my hands over my head as he pressed his huge cock against mine, letting me feel it grow harder and longer. "You got a perfect body.... fuck, I just wanted to pounce on you all through dinner. Feel you beneath me on this bed." "Dad..." I whimpered as he pulled back and looked at me. I know he could see in my starved blue eyes, my need for him. Our lips met momentarily in a burst of masculine passion before he rose up again to take in the sight below him. Me, his son, returning his lust and affection in my vulnerable gaze, in the slow undulation of my hips, and in my hardon. He released my wrists as he sat up, grabbing at the hem of his polo shirt, slowly twisting as he peeled it from his mature and muscled body. I took in the amazing sight of his furry chest again as his shirt came off, his pectoral muscle flexed, the low light highlighting the prominent valley and the thicket of swirling chest hair. I loved the way his corded delts twisted and tensed as he pulled his polo off and tossed it aside. My heart pounded as he reached down and started running his thick fingers under my now sweaty T-shirt. I kept my arms over me, letting my father and Navy man have his way. I grunted, looking deeply into his eyes, his face hovering over mine as his thick fingers made contact with my stomach, sliding up and taking my shirt up with them. I helped him get the thin garment off the rest of the way, and as I crunched my abs and raised my arms. Dad yanked my crumpled shirt over my head and threw it behind him. His hands were soon at my shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. I was clearly erect, and Dad gave a lusty grin as he watched my clothes slip off my hips and down my legs.Then he tugged at my boxer briefs, sliding them off my hips to fully bare me again for his gaze. Excited to be on display for him, my eight inches swing free and slapped against my taut belly with a light slap. I hissed in approval as Dad's palm cupped my genitals, fingering my ballsac before letting his fingers drift over my length. I kept my arms overhead, now taking fistfuls of bedding as I bit my lip in pleasure, loving the feel of Dad's touch on my dick. "How many times a day you get off, Jim?" Dad asked with curiosity, his voice low as he looked down at me. He was clearly noticing how horny I was after getting off twice earlier that day. My face was flushed hot, Dad's fingers working up and down my shaft as I tried to answer his question. "Ah... Usually two or three times a day. When I'm horny... it's more." I was embarrassed by the admission. Even though I'd sucked Dad's cock earlier and now that he'd done it to me too, a conversation about my masturbation habits somehow felt more personal. It was my father's turn to undo his shorts. It surprised me that he had gone commando after earlier, and it annoyed me that I didn't notice earlier. I watched as Dad slowly unveiled his flesh. I swear that I was probably holding my breath as I watched each glorious inch reveal itself, up until the tenth. Even when Dad's dick was rock solid, his foreskin still half hooded his cockhead. His massive prick stood out proudly from the hairy crotch before he pushed his shorts down and off his knotted, hairy legs until we were now fully naked together. "I'm not quite as randy as I used to be," he said, "I'm more in the once or twice daily club." He scooted up my body and knelt above me, his dick growing into a full hardon as he now straddled my chest, his sac now nestled in the prominent groove between my pecs. His heavy dick rested against my neck, just under my jaw. "But when I'm horny... it's more," he repeated my words, looking down at me and winking as he gingerly stroked my curling blond hair and temple. It was awesome to have him share this intimate detail with me. I let my arms drift down, touching his knees at my sides before my hands soon gripped his meaty, hairy thigh as well as the fat base of his cock. I pulled his weighty cock up as I leaned my chin forward. Dad, hypnotized at the sight of my tongue peaking out from between my freshly kissed lips, eager to taste the tip of his leaking cock head wrapped in velvety smooth foreskin. I started licking him, scooping up the leaking, clear saltiness with my tongue as it drooled from his piss slit. It was just as amazing as before, only this time it was less fevered, less rushed. We'd both already gotten off together and this was a chance for me to get to know my father's cock even better than before. I stroked Dad's long, hardening shaft, pulling his skin forward, over his bulbous head, and licked it with appreciative flicks. I played with his foreskin, tonguing and gently biting it and slipping my tongue underneath. I'd been with three other uncut guys now, so I had something to compare Dad to. His skin seemed just the right size to me, a full sleeve of soft skin that extended and bunched up, crowning the tip in my father's softer but still firmly plump state. But retracted, it revealed his pink, wet dick head in full erection. It was somewhere in-between now as my tongue slid beneath the flap and traced all along Dad's moist head, soaking my taste buds in my father's salty sap. "You like my skin, Jim?" he asked softly, the deep lust from earlier slowly returning in his voice. "Yessir," I said as I pulled back and used my left hand to pull the skin back and forth, watching in awe as it covered then revealed his cockhead, coating it in fresh sap and saliva. "Can I ask why I was circumcised?" I asked as I looked up at him, letting my tongue peek out to flick at his head before diving into his skin. "First..." Dad replied, his voice getting tighter, "you gotta stop stroking me like that, Slugger, if you don't want me to cum." I immediately removed my hands from his cock. The large phallus bobbed and jerked in front of me and I wondered how close Dad really was to cumming. "You can touch it," he instructed me. "Just watch it with the back and forth stimulation. Some of us uncut guys can be more sensitive." "All right," I said, enjoying learning about his body and his sexual responsiveness. I let my fingers trace his balls this time, caressing them and figuring that was a safe place to start. "When you were born, Jim," Dad finally explained. "It was just what people did. Even in my day it was common, and if I hadn't been born on an overseas base, I probably would have been circumcised, too." He looked down on me. "You can play with it some more, son. Just go slow." I tilted my head back, angling my mouth back over his cock, and used my lips to suck at his skin at his tip. Dad was getting rock hard now and it was tougher to gather up the excess hood in my mouth. Dad had a look of satisfaction, watching me play with him and enjoying his uncut piece just inside my lips. "You mad we had you cut, Jim?" he asked as I felt his rough fingers brush the hair away from my face. I backed off. "Nah, not really." I ran my finger up his shaft, careful not to pull back like earlier. "It's kind of hot because it's different than mine," I answered thoughtfully, "but if I had a foreskin it probably wouldn't seem that special to me, you know?" Dad let out a soft chuckle. "Guess I'm the same way with a cut one." He knelt back up onto his knees, waiting for me to release his prick before swinging his thick legs off me, moving and reclining back onto the bed next to me as he slowly gripped his shaft, rubbing my spit down his shaft as I watched him expertly stroke his piece, letting the skin glide over the head with such ease. "What do you say we try a 69?" Of course I knew what a 69 was and had seen it done in porn. It wasn't a normal part of my sexual fantasies, but I was happy to take Dad's lead on this. "All right." He let me lie back as he did the arranging, turning and maneuvering his body so his legs were at my head, and mine were at his. He didn't so much instruct me what to do as start moving his face to my crotch as his large hand felt up my thigh. I twisted my hips, turning my groin towards his approaching face. I hissed at the feel of his hot breath against the excited skin of my hard shaft. His initial kisses along my prick felt amazing, and I had to remind myself that I was supposed to be doing this, too. I wrapped my hand around his bulky thigh and hip, pulling his hairy crotch closer to my face as I watched his cock jostle with anticipation. I cradled my father's dick in my hand, pulling it to meet my lips and tongue as I copied my father and started licking the base of his dick, right where it met his nuts, before licking my way up. I've done 69s since, and sometimes it's an awkward position for me. But Dad and I seemed well matched in our proportions, and our large dick sizes helped. Dad pulled my cock toward his waiting mouth, and I did the same with his. Fuck, he tasted so good as I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I let my dad leak unto my tongue. I liked this a lot. The sensations weren't actually as good as a straight-up blow job for me. But going down on Dad as he went down on me was ten times hotter. Psychologically, but physically too, it felt like my lips on his cock were controlling the ones on mine. Like I was sucking my own dick. Or like Dad was using me to suck his own. The more we did this, the more synchronized we became. Every centimeter up or down matched the actions of the other man. Dad's hands were now on my hip to steady his blowjob, and mine was on his. I wasn't sure if the sound of wet lips and heavy breaths were mine or his. I could feel my father climb up to his ejaculation, too. His hips sawed into my suckling mouth with more eagerness, and his cock began to swell and jostle against my tongue and against the roof of my mouth. And I was with him every step of the way. When I felt my nuts tingle at the same second his precum spurted in my mouth, I knew it was going to happen. The muscle in my thigh tense under his grip and my nuts tightened against the base of my shaft, the pleasure staring in my toes. I swear Dad knew and was eagerly siphoning it from me. The bolt shot up my legs, collecting at the base before Dad sucked one final time. I whined around his cock, sucking him hard as I pulled his thigh closer to my face, more of his dick slipping into my mouth as I cried a muffled cry. My lips and mouth took it out on Dad's prick as I heard him groan loudly around my cock. In that intense split second, Dad's dick swelled and almost immediately flooded my mouth with the first heavy blast of fatherly seed. I whined, savoring Dad's flavor as I felt my own dick instantly explode into his mouth as Dad immediately began to drink me up. Dad and I had our first simultaneous orgasm. The idea of it made me cum harder, even. Dad bobbed harder, sucking heavily at my ejaculate. I did the same, swallowing him, making me even more a McGrath as I took in more of my father, letting my brothers slide down into my throat. We uncoupled, sweaty and breathing heavily as we laid on our backs next to each other, arranged like a King of Spades playing card. I grinned, looking up at the ceiling, my lips wet as I licked them once more, hoping for maybe a stray drop of Dad's spunk. The sexual intensity faded, but it was immediately replaced with pure contentment. Dad didn't have to tell me he was feeling it, too. I could just tell. That's probably the moment when things first felt deeper with me and Dad. Our mutual happiness and sexual satisfaction needed no words at that point. I felt the bed shuffle as I raised my head, watching Dad sit up and get to his feet. We still didn't say anything as he grinned back at me, a glow on his face as he winked at me and trotted nakedly towards the bathroom, the thick muscles in his back, legs, and ass putting on a show for me. Fuck, the man was hot. I fell back onto the bed, grinning as I rubbed my hands over my face. What a fuckin' week I must have ahead of me. I pissed and cleaned up after Dad was done with the bathroom. When I came back out, my father was in bed, just under the covers as he reclined against the mound of white pillows. The sheet was pulled just below his waist, his groin only slightly covered as I knew he was still nude underneath, his hairy middle-aged body looking magnificent in the soft lamp light. Dad looked up at me, the hard lust gone from his eyes and replaced with a softer affection as he watched me step closer. I knelt onto the bed, slipping between the cool sheets that Dad had folded open for me and scooted up to lie next to him. I didn't want to push the intimacy more than he was comfortable with, but he extended his arm and let me rest against him as my head found his boulder-sized shoulder. His arm was behind my neck and his hand rested on my chest idly caressing my muscle and growing, blond chest hairs. I felt his cheek rest against the top of my head as I let my hand run up and down his thigh over the sheet. "You're good at sucking me, Slugger," he exhaled softly. "I wish I was better," I said truthfully, tilting my head up so I could look at him. He looked back down at me, that familiar "Dad" look on his face. His hand raised up to playfully pinch my chin. "I'm kind of glad you're not, actually," he said with a sincerity that gave me goosebumps. "Why not?" I laughed. Dad looked up at the ceiling distractedly. "I don't know. I just don't want you to grow up too fast, Jim. I want you to have fun, but you know...." He seemed hesitant to finish his thought. "You don't want me to be promiscuous?" I prompted. He looked back at me with a parental love more than a lover's gaze. "No, I don't." He moved his hand over my cheek until he finally ruffled my blond hair. "You're an adult, you make your own decisions. Doesn't mean I can't worry about you." "No, sir," I replied. His eyes looked droopier now. His post-sex contentment had morphed into a tranquil facial expression. "Tired?" I asked. "The day's catching up with me, Slugger," he nodded with a weak smile. "Glad you booked a king bed," I said as I reluctantly moved over to the other side of the bed, Dad's arm slowly pulling away from me. "I was worried you'd get us two doubles." "I almost did," Dad said, his voice sleepy. "You know, I meant what I said when we started. If you ever want to stop, we stop. Same goes for me." "I got it, sir. But I'm sure glad you said yes this time." I pulled up the thin sheet over my still warm body. He gave me a smile. "Me, too, Slugger."