Date: Thu, 27 May 2021 20:45:35 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 24 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 FOUR: BACK TO NORMAL Chapter Twenty-Four Annapolis, Spring 2004 I watched the tangle of grease, sweat, and water-soaked, half-naked, young, male bodies - all muscles and limbs writhing and glistening in the warm spring sun. There were about fifty or sixty or more shirtless plebes, Academy freshman, piled up in a heaving makeshift pyramid formation, hugging the greased granite obelisk that was the Herndon monument. It was one of the famed rituals of the Naval Academy's Commissioning Week, and it was the start of my week up in Annapolis to be there with Dad for my brother Matt's graduation. Baseball season continued past finals, but since I was still easing into the lineup, I was able to take most of the week off. I didn't know what to expect from Commissioning Week, but I was glad to be there to witness the festivities. I'd heard about the Herndon Climb all my life, from Dad and later Matt, and of course from growing up in a Navy environment. But I'd never seen it till now. It was hard not to feel the excitement and emotion that came with watching the tradition play out in front of me - one soaked plebe after another trying to reach the white "dixie cup" sailor hat perched at the top and replace it with an upperclassman's hat, one that kinda reminded me of Dad's Navy white combination cap. And this was no small amount of entertainment. The Navy band played as the crowd of sailors in uniform and civilians cheered all around me - the din of yelling voices just as loud as the music. A big fire hose sprayed the greased up obelisk making the makeshift piles of young male flesh topple down before they built back up, like worker ants. All they had on were their thin, navy blue, athletic shorts, and the soaked fabric stuck to their bodies like a second skin. Even from a distance I could see the outline of crotches and the way the dark, wet, synthetic material clung to the curve of each midshipman's amply shaped ass. These men were younger than me and fit, all of them clean-shaven with buzzcuts, and they formed a pyramid of muscular bodies in every shade. I noticed a few athletic shorts ride down just a bit too far, the top of one plebe's perky ass and cleft slipping into view. Another one's shorts slid down just enough to show the top of his auburn pubes before he tugged them back up. I shifted my stance as I felt the crotch of my jeans grow tight. Yeah, I was kind of turned on. It's funny. I was around athletic guys on my team all the time. I'd see them naked in locker rooms, or in hotel rooms on occasional travel. But for me, that was all compartmentalized. Of course there were hot guys on the team, but they were buds first and foremost. Maybe it was all a defense mechanism, a way of being safe. But I wondered what it would have been like to be here at the Academy. If I'd followed Matt, followed the McGrath legacy, been a midshipman, and then an ensign. I wondered if I'd find these guys hot or if they'd be like my baseball buddies. I looked over at my father standing next to me on the grass, thick arms also folded across his broad chest as he watched the young half-naked plebes. He was in full uniform now, dressed in his service dress whites, fresh haircut, clean shave, with his combination white cap sitting perfectly on his brow while blocking the midday sun. His built shoulders and chest muscle perfectly filled out the white tailored jacket of his uniform, gold buttons working to keep his massive chest contained while making his service medals and ribbons pop along with his black striped shoulder boards, announcing his rank. USN Captain Robert McGrath was as perfect of a man as I could dream of, and the fact he'd raised me in his image, along with three other McGrath boys, somehow made me admire him even more as a masculine role model. He was clearly having a blast revisiting the rituals of Commissioning Week and seeing Matt finish up at Academy. He was laughing and smiling wide as he watched the freshman midshipmen do their climb. He'd laugh at each mishap then cheer on the plebes as they piled up, dedicated to their task of reaching the top. I examined my father's profile as he watched the spectacle along with everyone else in the crowd. I watched the way his grey eyes would narrow and crinkle at the corners, the way his brow would knot. I watched his thin lips slightly purse before letting a small smirk break at the corner of his mouth. It was then that it occurred to me. Fuck. Dad was lusting after these guys, too. But I mean, why shouldn't he? Dad did confess that he explored sex with guys before settling down. That meant his academy days. And he'd been with me, so I knew Dad did like them young, or a least younger. I couldn't help but picture Dad with one of the plebes. The idea immediately sent a million emotions through my head. Emotions I thought I was too mature to have. Jealousy, competitiveness, rebellion. "You think that beefy one's gonna make it?" It was USN Lieutenant Commander Jack Grant's cool and tenor voice that snapped me out of my thoughts. Jack had flown in from San Diego for Matt's commissioning week, and his presence was like kerosene on my smoldering young libido. We'd exchanged knowing glances that first day in Annapolis, and some more furtive looks the next. Talking on the phone with Jack was one thing, but him being here in the flesh was definitely another. I knew I needed to tamp down the attraction I was having to Dad's longtime best friend and onetime lover. But with Jack's and my past experience, the possibility of being with him again was hard to ignore. The man was my first after all. I turned my head to look at him. Lieutenant Commander Grant was looking at me with a smirk on his chiseled jaw, his golden-green flecked hazel eyes visible beneath the visor of his combination cap. As stoically handsome as Dad was, it was Jack who looked like he belonged on the Navy recruiting posters with his youthful and classically handsome good-looks. Like Dad, he was also in his service dress whites. And like Dad, I could easily make out the shape of his shoulders and the square pecs just beneath his jacket. While not as decorated as Dad's uniform, Jack's chest of awards and ribbons was still impressive. Our innocent, surreptitious flirting was quickly turning into a mutual game. Jack, seeing what he could get away with while my Dad was only yards away. And me, playing out some fucked-up internal drama of getting back at Dad with his best friend and former lover. "No way," I said, briefly taking my eyes off the spectacle to return Jack's flirtatious gaze. "Too big. They'll need someone lean, like Matt." Sure enough, the beefy plebe toppled down the pyramid of greased Naval Academy flesh as another plebe, leaner and tauter, readied to take his place. Just then, I felt the back of Jack's fingers brush gently against my hand. In a way that wasn't noticeable to anyone as out of the ordinary, but with a touch that was full of suggestion as he let his fingers brush against the back of my knuckles. I didn't pull my hand away, but let the officer's touch gently graze my skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him lean a little closer, his lips inches from my ear. Then his voice said a soft and low whisper, "I'd love to see you up there, Jimbo." Fuck! Jack Grant was gonna make me bone up and I definitely didn't want that. Not with Dad, Matt, and Matt's buddies right there. The fucker had a sly grin on his face, too. He knew what he was doing to me. I nervously glanced over at Dad. He was intently watching "The Climb." Lusting after those dudes. I turned my attention back to the plebe as I let my fingers nudge back against Jack's, and I heard a soft, barely audible, "fuck yeah, Jim." More breath than voice. My breath was heavy, and I did my best to regain my composure and get my cock back under control. Jack had a knowing look on his face, but I could tell he was trying to make sure Dad didn't notice anything going on between us. His fingers touched me again, caressing the back of my hand teasingly. I boned up for real this time, embarrassed but unable to control myself. At least all eyes were on the monument. The crowd was distracted by the final ascent of the successful plebe putting his cap on the top of the monument. The crowd roared with a cheer as Dad clapped, his eyes still aimed at the half-naked young men. Matt and his buddies whooped and cheered as well, yelling out that the plebes took too long. Jack and I finally clapped as the freshman class cheered around the monument. They were plebes no more. "I'm starving," Dad said after the conclusion of the event. "What do you say we grab some lunch?" he asked as he looked at me and Jack, and then Matt and his buddies. I had stepped away from Jack and now tried to act nonchalant as we all followed Dad. Jack was a few steps behind me, but I still felt hot inside. ***** We were barely in the sanctuary of Jack's nearby hotel room for two seconds before the fully uniformed Navy officer grabbed my waist and pulled my body into his. I was a few inches taller than Jack's 6', but his white combination cap gave him that little extra height. His grinning mouth instantly sought mine as I felt his warm fingers slip just under my T-shirt at my sides. I moaned softly into his mouth, letting his tongue slip between my welcoming open lips as his uniform-sleeved arms tightened around me. My hands felt up his pecs, careful as I brushed my fingers and palms over his decorated chest, the white fabric of his jacket thick but still not able to hide his musculature. Jack deepened our kiss with a growl as I let my hands slide over his square shoulders and wrap around his high-collared neck, my fingers feeling the sharp blond bristles of his fresh fade haircut as I held his open mouth to mine. It had been nearly two years since Jack and I fooled around, and now I instantly remembered the flavor of the man's mouth and lips. I groaned as the lieutenant commander's hands gripped the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up and caressing my athletically toned torso and chest as he continued to kiss me. He broke our connection only to slip the fabric up over my head as I raised my arms for him. We had about an hour to ourselves as Dad and Matt were needed at one of the rehearsal events. Jack smiled lasciviously as he tossed my shirt behind him. "Fuck!" he growled, his mouth crashing against mine once more. His hands sliding around the bare skin of my lower back, pulling me back into him. The cool metal and brass of his uniform pressed against my naked chest, and I could now feel his prominent hardon trapped in his white uniform dress pants as I slowly ground my own hardening prick back against him. I slid my fingers down the front of his uniform, between the flaps of his jacket, clasping his belt as I began working at undoing his uniform trousers. I could tell the man was insanely hard right then as he gently thrusted his hips into me, his hands feeling around my waist and across my abs. I couldn't blame him. I was pretty horny, too. His hands continued roaming up my body until finally coming to my chest and cupping my sculpted pecs with appreciation. His hands felt good against my exposed chest and short hairs. It had been about two month since I came back from Mexico, and the blond stubble was really coming in on my chest and down the center of my abs where Dad had shaved me. Jack's fingers brushed the growing hairs, making them feel as if they were standing on end. I softly moaned into his mouth during a break in our kiss as my own fingers continued to work on his trousers. Jack's belt clinked under my touch as the tail and buckle now hung at his crotch. He pulled his lips from mine as his eyes scanned down my body from under the black visor of his uniform cap. "You've bulked up since last time," he said excitedly as his hands now openly caressed me. I smiled at his praise and flexed my muscles for him. Jack rewarded me with a gentle squeeze of my shapely pectoral before giving it a rough and playful punch, ending with a solid thud. "Oh yeah, baseball's made you into a big boy all right," he growled and leaned in, his hand circling my back, pulling me close once more as I welcomed his tongue back into my mouth. I wrapped my arms back around his neck as the visor of his cap hit my hair, our now reckless make-out session knocking his cap off his head as it hit the floor behind him with a hollow tap. Jack paid it no mind as he continued to duel with my tongue. I don't know why, but I really loved the feeling of his uniform pressed against my naked skin. I'd lost a lot of the extra padding I'd put on over the winter but still carried some additional bulk from the weight training during the offseason and my injury. I was self-conscious about not being perfectly trim any more. But for now I lived with it. I figured a few extra pounds hardly bothered me on other men, so maybe there were guys into my body as is. And the Lieutenant Commander seemed perfectly fine with my size. Jack slowly ended our kiss as he stepped back and began unbuttoning his uniform jacket, starting at his high-banded collar and slowly working his way down. I smiled as I watched him remove his uniform jacket from his broadly muscled shoulders. He draped it over the back of a chair as I drank up the sight of his toned muscles stretching his tight white undershirt until he peeled that off as well, his neatly gelled hair messing a bit as his T-shirt came off. I sighed. Jack Grant's body was perfect - trim and military fit. His perfectly square pecs were like thick slabs of meat, capped with two juicy nubbed nips, and his ball-chained dogtags clinked in the dead center of his sternum. His entire upper body was pelted with lush blonde curls that swathed over his chest and decorated his defined and cut abs. He took a seat as he removed his low-quarter shoes, watching me as I toed off my sneakers as well. When he stood, his hands finished opening his trousers, pulling them off his legs until he was left in just his underwear briefs. Jack stepped back to me. But I took the initiative this time, reaching out to touch his trim waist. My fingers dug under the elastic band of his briefs as Jack let me slowly pull the last layer of fabric off his body - over the curve of his sculpted ass until his cock finally sprang free. His briefs landed at his feet as I looked down at Jack's beautiful six-inch piece - straight, cut, and dripping with excitement. It was just as perfect as I remembered. Jack closed the last bit of distance between us as I felt the hardness of his prick poke against my belly, with a kiss of wetness signaling his desire. He lifted my right arm and dove in with his mouth, licking my pit with long swipes of his tongue, rasping against some of the thicker blond hairs that were sprouting in. I locked my hand behind my neck, my bicep balled at my face as Jack drew in deep breaths as he sucked and licked at my sensitive skin. Deftly, his fingers were now working on my shorts - unbuttoning and unzipping as his lips and mouth worked on my pit. He came up for air with a huff and a ragged, deep breath. He had a look of naughty lust on his face before he crashed his mouth against mine, letting me taste my own flavor as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. My hands were back around his neck as I made out with my officer. I felt and heard his warm dogtags between us, pressing against my chest along with his chest hair. Jack pushed down my shorts. They hit the floor around my ankles, and my boxer briefs now wrapped and bunched around my thighs. He gripped my ass cheeks assertively in a powerful two-handed grip clenching at my glutes. "Umf," I moaned as Jack sucked at my tongue. His fingers dug into my crack, pulling my cheeks apart and probing until they found my hole. I gripped his neck and shoulders a little harder as his thick fingertips began rubbing and teasing my hole with tight little circles. I thought about what he'd told me last time we hooked up, how he wondered if I was going to want to top. But the feel of his prodding fingers let me know he wanted his cock inside me. I was eager, and I wanted him inside me, too. This was gonna be a quickie. Not rushed maybe, but we knew we'd bought at most an hour of time and had little to waste. The Lieutenant Commander pulled his fingers from me and guided me back on the bed. He watched as I scooted back, yanked my boxer briefs off my feet and lifted my legs. Jack's meaty dick actually twitched as he watched me spread my thighs and display my pink hole. "Fuck, Jim," the man said in awe as he knelt at the bed on the floor, gripping my hips and pulling my ass to the edge of the mattress with his military strength. I held my legs back and watched Jack's chiseled jaw disappear between my open thighs. As his thumbs pried the edge of my crinkled pucker, I felt his hot breath. I locked eyes with him, shivering as he took a long wet swipe up the length of my crack with his wide tongue. He did it again before his tongue circled my chute until finally meeting my entrance with a sensual kiss. I was still tight, but the firm pressure of his talented tongue had me moaning. I shut my eyes as Jack's lapping tongue made my toes point and my hole spasm. I missed this. His rimjob felt fantastic, and the steady precision of his licking fused with the thoughts I'd been having all day. "You still taste good, Jim." He licked me again. "Oh man," he growled, just before he dove right in. His thumbs pulled at the edge of my chute as he plunged his tongue into me. He shook his jaw as he wedged more of his freshly-shaved face between my cheeks, and his barest stubble tickled against the skin of my cleft. "Aw... Jack," I cried as his tongue breached my depths, my hole loosening just enough for him. He began fucking me with his mouth, his hazel eyes watching me just behind my rock-hard cock. Fuck, he was so good at this. Noisily, he ate me out with wet smacks as his dogtags jingled against his chest. I got maybe a five-minute treatment of his oral skill, and I tried to encourage him with quiet moans and grunts as I felt my hole flutter around his tongue and against his lips and fingertips. By the time my hole and crack were sopping wet, Jack pulled his mouth from me with a slow kiss against my hole. Fuck, I was ready. I wanted him so bad right then. Jack leaned back and stood upright, wiping his face with the palm of his hand and scooted forward. The naval officer pulled my athletic legs onto his square shoulders and ran his cock down the length of my spit-lubed crack. Playfully, he gripped my own cock like a saddle horn as he fucked my cleft, the prominent tube of his urethra on the underside of his prick rubbing against my hole, smearing his saliva as it mixed with his precum. But his cock felt wetter and more slick. He'd somehow lubed up. "I gotta be in you, Jim," Jack said with a low groan as he gripped his prick and lined the head against my prepped anus. I nodded. I wanted this just as much as he did. The heat and hardness of his meaty cockhead first kissed my pucker then smeared it with precum. Jack watched my face as he added the slightest pressure with his hips, feeling my initial tightness before we both felt his swollen cock head smoothly slip past my ring. We both groaned, and my dick jumped in his fist as I felt my walls open for him. Jack looked down at me in awe as he leaned down over me. He let go of our cocks and settled on outstretched arms, bending me in half as my calves were still on his wide shoulders. The new angle spread my hole open a bit more as a few more inches slid into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as felt his dogtags dangle between my pecs. "Jack," I cried as the head of his cock rubbed across my swollen prostate, making my body tighten. He grinned down at me and pressed forward. Slowly, I got stuffed with raw, rock-hard naval officer cock with his powerful finely-tuned, late 30-something body above me. "Oh, Jimbo," he hissed, looking down at me intently, right into my eyes as he pushed deeper inside me. "Fuck me, Jack," I urged, and my words inspired a good steady shove inward. Jack ground his hard pelvis against my rounder ass and made my dick jump in excitement. My hole gripped around his hot cock, sending waves of warm pleasure through my body. My several weeks' dry spell burst like a dam and I felt horny beyond belief. Happy to be taken there on Jack's hotel bed. Jack slowly pulled out, until he had just the head inside me. And then he slowly plunged back into me - all the way back in, making me grin as I felt his furry abs flex and writhe against the underside of my leaking dick. Then the flared head of Jack's meaty cock rubbed past and over my swollen spot, and my abs clenched and toes curled involuntarily in response. "God, yes," Jack chanted under his breath, his face still hovering above me as he closely watched the look on my face. His thrusts gained pace, and each jab of his dick pressed against my buttnut. Jack was worked up too, and he began pounding me with hard steady strokes, less loving, more powerful than the times he'd done me before. The clapping sounds of our sweaty fuck, his jangling dogtags, and our combined groans and heavy breaths filled the hotel room. "I'm fucking you behind your dad's back," he grunted, clearly turned on by the idea. He stared into my face, his jaw open as he grunted with each thrust. "Just like you took my virginity, sir," I said as I clasped his neck, my own pleasure building in our fuck. As he pummeled my prostate, my nerves tingled, and I felt my orgasm slowly brewing in my nuts. "I keep thinking about that night." "Yeah?" Jack's nostrils were flaring and his blond-furrred muscles were in full hard flex, getting dewy with sweat as he used his strength to fuck me like a piston. I couldn't see his ass cheeks clench with each inward push, but I could sense it and imagine it. "Fuck, yeah. You... Opening me up. Prepping me. Popping my cherry. Jack... Aw, I'm so close..." I could feel a pre-spurt of cum spray from my dick, and I couldn't help but grab my cock and start jerking in rhythm to Lieutenant Commander Grant's inward strokes. Jack almost looked like he was in pain as he picked up his pace, jabbing into me harder and faster. "Fuck!" the man growled as he gave me one last thrust. Shoving balls-deep, he clenched his eyes and tightened his jaw. He was unloading in me. "Ohh, yes..." he grunted. I sighed as each scalding blast painted my insides. I clenched my hole, milking his gently pulsing and thrusting cock as a sated look slowly fell over Jack's handsome face. The very knowledge thrilled me, but I wasn't quite there yet. As Jack caught his breath he let me lower my legs off his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. Jack stayed leaned over me - push-up fashion, arms to my side, his face nearly hanging down as he regrouped his energy. My hands caressed his neck and shoulders as I felt his orgasm subside, but not his hardness. "Sorry, Jim, I couldn't hold off." He leaned forward for a quick kiss, his sculpted and sweaty chest heaving as he caught his breath. "That was incredible. Anything I can do to get you off?" he asked. I nodded, still stroking my angry cock as I felt my orgasm swirling in my balls, needing a bit more to blow. "I think it'll work better if I sit on it," I said, eager to change the angle and be in control. For some reason, that cock felt intense in my ass just then as I imagined it now coated in fresh navy sperm. "You able to stay hard for a minute?" "For a couple minutes," Jack nodded with a smirk. "Hold tight," he said as I nodded and locked my legs around his trim waist and my arms around his neck. He leaned back up, sliding his hands over my ass, gripping a cheek in each hand as he hoisted me up off the bed, not letting his still-hard cock slip from my hole. I grinned at his display of strength. I was a little over 200 lbs, most of it muscle, but Jack lifted me with little effort. With me in his arms, he turned and sat back on the bed as we levered ourselves back to our new position. Jack laid back, his hands now free to feel up my thighs as I now straddled his groin. "Fuck yeah... that's good," I sighed, gripping my dick and arching my back a bit as Jack's cock hit a new angle with the rotation of my hips in his lap. I looked down at him. God, this man is handsome, I thought. My free hand could now explore his furry chest and powerful shoulders as I began to bounce up and down on his erect spike. He wasn't as burly or as hairy as Dad, but he was Navy-built, that's for sure. His dogtags reminded me that this was a military man. I angled my hips with each bounce, maximizing Jack's dick for my pleasure as I fiercely stroked my solid cock. Jack grinned up at me and held my waist. He didn't so much actively fuck me now as gently use his hips to meet my bouncing ass. I could feel his entire length and his load starting to seep out from between my stretched asslips with each thrust. His oozing navy spunk made our fuck sound even wetter. "Jack," I grunted as I gripped his balled bicep. The head of his cock massaged my prostate with each bounce. Then louder, I cried, "Jack... God..." I stroked even harder, feeling my balls cinch up a bit tighter. "You getting there, Jimbo?" the man asked excitedly, getting off watching my rising orgasm. I could only nod in response. I knew it wasn't right to get back at Dad or compensate for his absence with his best friend, but damnit the sex was scorching hot just then. I thought of my father watching me and Jack mate.... Dad naked, sitting in the large hotel chair across from the bed, stroking his huge erect fatherly dick with his intense stare. Or maybe he'd approach me and Jack, kneeling up on the bed and kissing me while running one hand encouragingly over Jack's heaving body while the other reached back between my cheeks, feeling Jack's cum-slicked dick sliding in and out of my stretched and seeded hole, encouraging the officer to fuck his son.... Damn, that idea sent me right over the edge. I cried out as I came, clenching Jack's rod as heavy ropes of hot jock cum hosed Jack's hairy chest. Jack watched with lust and awe as he thrusted up one final time, making sure I felt all of his dick. I continued to spray him down and continued to choke my cock in my fist with Jack's dick in my chute. As I fell onto him, I could feel his now softening cock slip from my wet hole. I knew some of Jack's load was rolling down my crack. Jack gripped and caressed my ass as my chest rested on his to ride out my subsiding orgasmic high. My face nestled in the crook of his neck, and my spunk and his sweat cemented the connection between our naked bodies. Finally, Jack brought my mouth closer to his lips. We kissed playfully for a moment after my sexual release, before Jack slowly eased me off his lap. "Let's shower up, buddy," he said, sounding happy and exhausted. I enjoyed the intimacy of sharing that shower with Jack Grant. As powerful as the build up and pleasure of orgasm had been, I'd almost come to crave this part of sex just as much. My cock was rigid again. I felt like I could go for another bout of sex, but I knew we had to get back to meet Dad and Matt for dinner. As Jack slipped back into his uniform, I could tell he was now feeling a little guilty about fucking me. I knew I should feel guilty too, but somehow I didn't. The post-sex endorphins kicked in and I felt just a general, relaxed happiness. ***** The next morning, over coffee and a big breakfast, I enjoyed a nice, normal conversation with Dad at one of the local downtown restaurants. Sitting at a booth across from each other, Dad asked me a million questions about the upcoming Fall semester, including plans for my apartment. Dad had finally met Holt on the way to pick me up earlier that week. I'd talked a lot about my best friend, but I hadn't told Dad Holt was gay. I guess I figured that wasn't my information to tell. Only now, Dad kept asking a bunch of questions about Charlie, and I had to think of a way to answer them without being defensive or annoyed. Dad wasn't being nosy, I suppose - just a parent. I knew part of what drove our conversation was his upcoming deployment. Dad would be at sea until September. Lately, I had started noticing things I really didn't as a kid, like the way Dad would try to be even more involved in our lives than normal, since things would get harder once he was at sea. It was a subtle thing, and maybe Dad wasn't even fully aware he was doing it. But I got a little emotional thinking about him going off again. Our conversation was interrupted as Dad got a call from the top brass, which he had to take outside the restaurant. As I watched my father step out, just outside the glass window of the restaurant, I had a perfect vantage to sit and admire him. He wasn't dressed in his Navy uniform that day. Instead he had on a clean button-down with a pair of light slacks. He had the first couple buttons undone, showing off the deep and furred cleft between his pecs. He also had his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, his hairy thick forearms almost too big for the cuffs of his shirt. And as usual, he was handsomely clean shaven with his hair neatly parted and gelled. OK, I was perving on my father a little, but that was gonna happen, I decided. Dad sauntered back in, an annoyed look on his face as he stuffed his cellphone into his pocket as he took his seat. "I've got some Navy work stuff to do in D.C., Slugger. You OK hanging out with Jack today? I think your brother has a busy day as well." I told him sure, and Dad sent a few texts before we resumed eating. Within ten minutes, Jack sauntered into the restaurant and up to the table. "Morning fellas," he greeted with a small and casual salute. Sure, I felt a twinge of guilt seeing Jack, and knowing I'd been fucked by my father's former lover only yesterday. But it was just sex, I figured. Besides, the man looked really good that morning in his civilian clothes. All that Navy-fit muscle wrapped in a trim polo shirt and well-fitting jeans with sunglasses perched on his bristly blond hair. Dad stood, giving Jack a quick and brotherly hug before Jack shot me a handsome smirk. "Feel like looking after this hellion today, Jack?" Dad asked, sitting back down while giving me a wink. "I'll get him into shape, Captain," Jack said with mock seriousness as he scooted into the booth next to Dad. "Mind if I get some grub first? I'm starving." Dad left us at some point as Jack and I finished up our breakfast, talking over a second cup of coffee. "You doing OK, Slugger?" he asked, arms folded on the table as his hazel eyes gave me a soft stare. "Doing good, sir," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "Ooh, it's 'sir,' now," Jack said. "Not good." I let out an exasperated sigh. "It's just that I'm not sure if you're asking me as Dad's friend or... you know..." He seemed chastened. "Fair enough." "Either way." I tried to reassure him. "I'm good, Jack. Honest." We paid our bill and instead of heading back to the academy or Jack's hotel room, we ended up walking around the downtown Annapolis area some. It wasn't big but it was cute - lots of local shops, restaurants, and of course bars. All around us were 17th and 18th century styled buildings with old brick sidewalks under our feet, all of it making me think of George Washinton and the Declaration of Independence, a perfect place for the Naval Academy. The size and quaintness was kind of like Charlottesville, only I liked Annapolis better. It had the water and the lively energy from the Academy. Certainly, I was seeing it in full swing. There were people all around us, but it wasn't crowded. I could tell that most of them were in town for commissioning week as well as I could see parents sporting Naval Academy apparel as they shopped and took pictures. "I have a personal question," I said to Jack, continuing where we'd left off, hands in my pockets as we window shopped during our walk. "All right," the man said. "I found out that you and Dad were a thing once," I said softly, not accusingly but more matter-of-factly as I looked at him strolling next to me. The way his eyes darted to mine, he looked like he'd been expecting this. "That's not a question," he half joked. "I didn't think you knew about that." I nodded that I did as I turned my eyes forward. There was a small silence between us. "You mad at me?" Jack asked. It was a real moment of vulnerability from this 30-something officer. I got the feeling that Jack could be the type of guy who let his dick do the thinking for him and then worried about the consequences later. I shook my head as I looked over at him. "No," I said without doubt. "I was a little weirded out when I first found out, but it's cool. I wouldn't have done anything yesterday if it wasn't," I said, giving him a reassuring smile. That seemed to ease his concerns. He didn't seem eager to talk about his and Dad's past, and I didn't feel it was my place to press him. I changed the subject, setting the handsome blond officer at ease as we continued our walk towards the academy. We strolled back to the campus and walked around some. A big contrast to yesterday when Dad and Jack were in uniform. It felt like they were constantly saluting everyone who walked near us. But it was nice to walk with Jack and not be bothered. There were uniformed Navy personnel and midshipmen walking with purpose everywhere, and I could feel the excitement of graduation all around me. We walked past the large white-stone buildings, and even the chapel with the Herndon Monument where we watched "the Climb" yesterday. I finally looked over at Jack. "Did you go here?" I asked him. "Nope. I was ROTC at Purdue." "Are you from Indiana?" I asked. For all the times Jack had been around our family, I didn't know much about him personally. He grinned. "Yep, a Hoosier. Though I always wanted to live near the water, even as a kid." "Is that what made you join the Navy?" I asked. "You're going to laugh at me, but it was a movie. I saw "Officer and a Gentleman" when I was 16 and I just thought it was the coolest thing." I did have to rib him. "Did you wanna be Debra Winger?" He gave a mock look of exasperation. "Christ, I knew I shouldn't have told you." "Sorry, I couldn't resist." "Truth was, I wanted to fuck Richard Gere and to be Richard Gere," he mused. "Though at the time I didn't process it, it just appealed to me on a gut level, you know?" "I get it," I said. It wasn't that long ago when I had sexual longings I couldn't admit to myself. I smiled back at him. "But I think you look better in a Navy uniform." I watched a small blush flash across his cheeks as he returned my smile. I asked him more superficial questions about himself, and I enjoyed hearing Lt. Commander Grant open up to me. It was like he trusted me and saw me more as a peer. We had almost walked in a huge loop, and when we passed a bench, Jack gestured to sit down. I took a seat and let my eyes wander. There were loads of hot guys everywhere. Officers, midshipmen, military family men. "Jack," I asked, still looking out over campus. "Do you think Dad wishes I'd gone into the Navy?" I tried not to let my words sound so heavy. But it was a question that I felt Dad always avoided, like he was only telling me what I wanted to hear. He seemed surprised by my question as he sat next to me with his arms draped across the back of the bench. "Have you thought of asking him?" "I have." "Well, what did he say...?" "That he wants me to do what makes me happy." "There's your answer then." I leaned back and gave him an annoyed look. He knew why. "The honest answer?" he asked. I nodded. "I can't speak for the man, but if I know him like I think I do, he's probably divided in his feelings. Bob's a third-generation officer, and you know, the Navy is like a religion with him." Jack paused. "You know what I'm talking about." He gave me a knowing look. "I do," I replied. "Well, I know he's thrilled beyond anything that Matt's here and graduating this week. Like, thrilled beyond belief." I let it sink in. He wasn't telling me what I didn't know, but maybe I hadn't really thought of what Dad was experiencing this week. My brother would be a fourth-generation McGrath officer. "I'm proud of Matt, too," I asserted. "I bet," Jack said. "But they're all proud of you too, Jim, of all you've accomplished. And you know, you could be a professional thief and Bob would think the world of you," he added wryly. "Everyone seems to think I'm spoiled," I said, exacerbated and slightly annoyed - my brothers were always reminding me that I was Dad's favorite. "You are a little," LCDR Grant said, nudging my arm playfully. "But you've had a lot of challenges, too." There was a small pause before Jack's voice grew low and a little apologetic. "I probably didn't help with that." He meant taking my anal virginity, of course. "You did," I said, turning to face him. "Seriously, Jack, I needed that first time and you made it the best. I don't think I would have done anything different." He smiled a half smile. God, he was handsome. At 38, Jack still had his youthful good looks, and was still very much in the masculine prime of his life... not yet middle-aged but fully adult. "I was a heel, but thanks for saying that." As I thought back on our first time and my stay in San Diego, a thought suddenly occurred to me. "You still seeing that Rear Admiral?" He chuckled. "Henson? It's more like he sees me when we're on the same coast and he can get away. But yeah, I'm still seeing him." He looked at me cautiously. "You don't approve, do you, Jim?" I shrugged. I felt like I could be honest with Jack. "You deserve better, that's all." He seemed taken aback by the sincerity of my answer, but after a second he shrugged as well. "Maybe. But it's fireworks between us. Kind of hard for me to say no." "Yeah?" I was intrigued. "Fuck, it feels weird talking about this with you," the officer said with a slight chuckle, running his hand nervously along the back of his neck. "You don't gotta," I replied. I was curious, but I respected the man's need for a private life. He sighed. "Well... first off... rank can be a frickin' aphrodisiac. I can't begin to describe how incredibly hot it is to make it with a Rear Admiral. And he's kind of dominant, which I like." He blushed as he said this, which amused me. Since Jack was opening up, I figured I could, too. "I had my own `Henson' actually," I said, thinking back to LCDR Glen Evans. "A married guy I fooled around with the summer before college. I probably shouldn't have done it, but it was insanely hot." It felt good to be able to talk about this with another guy. "Fuck - don't tell Dad." "I won't," he smiled, happy to share my secret. "I'll repeat your words, Jim. You deserve better," he said. "But I can't fault you for having some fun." He looked at me slyly, and asked in a low voice. "Was your married guy dominant, too?" I shook my head no. "Actually, I was the one who topped him." "Yeah?" Now it was Jack's turn to be intrigued as he raised his brow at me. "Yep. If I had to choose, I prefer that. But with the right guy... I do like to bottom." "I bet you're a good top," the man smirked. "Wanna find out?" At the start of the day, I wasn't expecting a repeat of yesterday, but our conversation was getting me horny as I sat next to him. And Dad wouldn't be back until later that afternoon. Jack leaned in a bit. "That'd be hot," he whispered. It was a bit of a walk, but we finally made our way back to Jack's hotel room. It was an odd change from the day before when we felt like we had to sneak off and rush back. Now there was something so matter-of-fact and deliberate about us going to have sex, and that almost made it feel naughtier. The room air was cool and brisk on the sweaty skin beneath my T-shirt. I stood in the middle of the room, watching Jack take a seat on the bed as he began taking off his shoes, his eyes glued to my body as I toed off my own sneakers. After pulling off my socks I took a seat next to Jack. I knew I wanted to top him, and he'd said he wanted me to, but I wasn't sure how he wanted me to start. He was so good at fucking me, I wanted to give that same pleasure. "God, you're so hot, Jim," Jack murmured as he scooted toward me. His hand snaked around my neck, pulling me closer as my hand felt up his hard muscled chest in return. He licked his lips as the hand around my neck guided my mouth to his. Our faces met, and we were kissing, softly, almost romantically, as his fingers caressed the nap of neck and the blond curls at the back of ear. My hands moved up his chest, around his neck and shoulder as he let my tongue play with his between our lips. Jack's an incredible kisser. Still keeping our mouths locked, Jack's hands wrapped around my body, pulling me on top of him. I crawled over him as he reclined back onto the bed. I took the top position, settling between Jack's spread legs and stretching my built ballplayer weight on top of his hot Navy officer body. His body felt warm and hard beneath his polo-shirt, as we pressed together, our bodies reclining on the bed. I had a flash of realization: Dad had been in this same position with Jack years ago. I knew first hand the appeal of Jack. Very attractive, masculine, built, and horny. LCDR Grant's hands were now under my shirt, exploring my body, roaming and gripping my rippling back as I felt my growing hardon react to his. He certainly was a perverted guy to want to make it with both father and son, but he was no more perverted than I was. It was slow and sensual, but gradually we picked up steam. Making out, grinding our crotches together. My shorts strained to hold my dick at bay - I was hard as a rock and could tell this Navy officer was, too. Finally, with an impatient gesture, Lieutenant Grant gripped the hem of my T-shirt and peeled it up my torso. I let go of his mouth, looking down at him as I stretched out my arms. He smiled, pulling my shirt up higher and baring my chest. He ran his fingers affectionately along my still smooth torso to appraise my build and my relative youth. I lifted my arms as he took off my shirt entirely, tossing it aside on the bed. My hands now reached for his polo shirt, lifting it up to reveal his blond furred abs and sculpted chest. I couldn't peel it off him from my angle, but he leaned the rest of the way up, crunching his abs and lifting his shoulders off the bed so I could finally pull his polo over and off his head. Both of us now bare-chested, and his expression was serious and focused as he reached down between us. His hands down started undoing my shorts, then he took a second to run his hand along the ridge of my hard crotch before pushing my open shorts off my hips. I grunted as he slipped his fingers into my boxer briefs. I let him peel down my briefs, over and off my ass and down my hips. My 8-inch dick came swinging out. The thud of my cock smacking against my abs almost echoed in the quiet room, followed by the sound of Jack's zipper. I listened to the rustle of denim before I looked down to see his jeans open and his briefs tucked gently under his balls. Jack was hard as nails too, and I loved the sight of him fully erect, the beautiful length engorged and sticking out from a lush blond bush. I leaned back, letting Jack raise his legs as I helped him kick off his jeans and briefs. They landed somewhere next to us as Jack settled back. Both of us now finally naked as I stared down at him beneath me. "We didn't have much time yesterday," I said as I knelt down between his parting legs, sliding my hands down his hairy thighs before I lifted them up. "No," he said. "We don't have to rush today." I hoisted his strong thighs up a bit more, only gently folding him half. I loved the sight of Jack's melon-shaped cheeks parting for me as I gripped his hair-dusted glutes in my greedy baseball hands. As I had the day before, Jack gripped his hamstrings, keeping his legs open for me as I settled in to rim him. The sight brought back memories of that morning in San Diego, Jack waking me as he got out of the shower, his ass settling on my face as I rimmed my first manhole - Jack's hole. I felt my cock twitch as I took in the sight of Jack's most private parts. That ass had just the right amount of blond fur in the cleft. My fingers framed his pucker, stretching and pulling at his lips as I could see only a peek of his glossy pink insides. I leaned forward, and my tongue shot forth with a will of its own. My lips and chin mashed into his open crack, and I let loose a deep moan. My fingers pulled at his skin, opening him as I started licking and nibbling at his rosebud. Then alternating to taste sweet and salty skin. Fuck, this was home. This was a crazy turn on, licking this hunky officer's soft, warm asshole and feeling the dampened fur against my lips and cheeks. "Oh fuck," Jack hissed as I felt his hole spasm against my lapping tongue. I looked up past his sac and thumping cock in front of me, across his heaving blond-furred pecs until I could see the blissful look on Jack's impossibly handsome face as he watched me. "That's nice.... Keep doing that... Oh... fuck yeah." He then let his head fall back as I pressed my tongue against his opening. I didn't rush it. I circled the crinkled ring with the tip of my tongue and then started giving fuller, wider swipes over it. I spread my saliva up and down his crack, wetting him to ready him. LCDR Grant was already getting worked up. I felt his hole gasping at my licks each time my tongue pushed forward. I held his ass open with my fingers and drilled my tongue into his silky ring. I grunted into his hole as I felt my tongue dig at him, Jack's sphincter now gripping and pulsing around my invading oral muscle. "Shit.... you've gotten better at this, stud.... get in there, man... lick my hole." I listened to his soft grunts as I began eating Jack Grant out in earnest. I put my all into this tongue job. Both to prove my ability to him and to take advantage of one of my favorite activities. I munched and sucked and slurped his hot hole, which was now twitching against my lips as I pushed more of my spit into him. Finally I raised up, my lips and chin glistening with my own saliva. "Where's the lube?" I asked in a croaked voice. I took my cock in hand while I also began massaging Jack's hole with the other, loving how eager and wet he was now. Jack reached over to the side table drawer. I watched eagerly as he flipped the cap and slicked his rod up before handing the tube to me. We'd had plenty of foreplay by that point, but I still took a good minute to finger his gash with my lubey fingers. Feeding him one finger, and then the other, before finally sliding two and then three into him. The officer was definitely not cherry, and its tightness gave way some to a more supple elasticity around my probing digits. "You got a hot ass," I observed, stroking my lubed cock between his open thighs, so close to my working fingers as I let my precum drip onto his hole. "Amazing." "That might be the fattest cock I've seen," he said, looking hungrily at my crotch as he had his own dick in his fist. I knew I was hung. While not longer, I was a tad thicker than my father, though of course I didn't mention that. Still, Jack's words were an ego boost. "Fatter than Henson?" I asked, taking my eyes off his hole to look at his eyes. Jack nodded. "God help me, but yes." I smiled, cocky now as I got into place to fuck, moving my dick closer. With my one hand on my shaft, I aimed the dripping head at Jack's furred entrance while the other gripped Jack's right leg, just under his knee, pushing his leg back so that his ass opened just a bit wider. I made tiny circles with the wet tip of my cock, coating Jack's hole with slick before finally adding a bit of pressure. Jack hissed with pleasure as his ass opened and accepted me, and nothing about his countenance hinted that he felt anything but pleasure. Jack's hole was certainly snug against my bone as I sank in, but he was experienced enough to take me. The psychological aspect of the fuck was sinking in. I was boning my Dad's friend and former lover. "Fuck, Jack, this is so hot," I groaned as I felt my inches sink into him. He nodded. His dick was rigid, but he didn't touch it. He just lay beneath me, looking up at me, his chest rising and falling with each breath and his legs spread wide apart for me. I dug my fingers into his knotted calves to hold his legs wide and open as I watched my dick slowly disappear. I groaned in triumph as I finally felt my groin and balls tap against Jack's melon-shaped ass. Jack had a look of pleasured disbelief on his face as I felt his chute clench around my shaft, making me gasp at the pleasure seated deep within him. As I sank all the way in, I gave him a second, then pulled out for a full fuck stroke, pressing back into him as I once again bottomed out in his hole. Jack's eyes went wide. I watched his muscles tense and I could feel his rectal walls clenching and gripping at my cock. I pulled out once again, almost to the head, before powering back into him. I thought of what Jack said about liking someone dominant and decided not to hold back. I began giving hard steady thrusts into him. Full-dick length. I know it must have been intense for Jack, given my size, but I just started pounding the man. "Oh. My. Fucking. God." He growled as he held his dick, his words punctuated with my thrusting hips. "Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me hard," Jack begged. I looked down and watched my dick pound his once sealed hole, my shaft sheened with slick and his ass juices as his anal ring stretched around my fat shaft. I went harder. It was a powerful current of lust inside me, flowing between the two of us. But I also felt the frustrations of the last couple of months pouring out of me. The emotional ups-and-downs with Dad, plus whatever rebuffed feelings I still had about David the professor. I was taking it all out on Jack Grant's hole. I hoisted my frame up a few inches, angling my hips to hit newer spots as Jack grunted with pleasure. Even getting fucked, he was so unbelievably handsome. I felt my hips move of their own volition, somehow knowing just what the lieutenant commander wanted. I watched as the man gripped his rigid boner and started to stroke. He needed to get off bad, I knew, so I shifted my angle and slowed down a little, but put more power into each shove of my cock. That did it for Jack. He gave a few more jerking stokes of his cock just as I felt his hole begin to tighten. "That's it, Jim... Oh, Fuck..." He threw his head back as I conquered his clenching chute, aiming for that one spot. I watched, pleased as his dick spewed all over the place. His abs and chest tensed and he emitted a series of deep cries as his hole clenched my cock like rippling fingers. "Fuck yes," I hissed and I started to feel my own cum, his tightening hole almost sucking it from me. Rising up from my balls, it was like it was traveling through my body as I went into a full orgasm. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I unloaded into Jack. I held his calves tight as my hips jerked with each blast, making sure that my officer was seeded good and deep. I felt my muscles quickly alternate between tense and relaxed. I finally came down from the intensity of it, letting go of Jack's legs as we both caught our breaths. Jack and I both kind of laughed at how carried away we'd gotten. I knew the head of my cock was extra sensitive, so I slowly withdrew. Jack's hole still spasmed around my shaft as I extracted my softening, cum-coated inches until the head finally plopped out from his wet and sticky hole. I stepped back as he looked at the size of the meat that had taken him. "You know," the man said, finally letting his legs fall over the edge of the bed as he looked up at me with sated lust, "I thought you were probably bullshitting about being a top." I leaned back, proudly now, my hands on my hips and my softening prick swaying and coated with my semen and his ass juices. "Nope," I said with a bit of cockiness. He grinned back, chuckling to himself as sat up with his arms behind him. "Shower up?" he asked. It was a nice intimate experience showering with Jack Grant. Sexual in a way, but we'd just drained ourselves so we weren't looking to get off. I still loved the feel of his hands on my body, lathering my skin with soap as I did the same, admiring the body the Navy had given him. I kissed his lips and neck under the spray of hot water as our hands held each other, loving how... close... it all felt. "Damn," Jack finally said as we toweled off. "Aren't you something, Jim McGrath..." "What about me?" I said through the post-fuck haze, coming my wet hair back with my fingers. I wasn't sure if Jack was mocking me or complimenting me. His hand reached up and ran along my smooth damp torso before reaching around my neck and pulling me closer to kiss him. I gripped his waist as I could feel the top of his perfect ass just under my fingers. His talented tongue dove into my mouth before I could meet him halfway. Damn, Jack could kiss like no one else. He pulled back a bit, licking my bottom lip as we smiled at each other. Caressing the back of my neck, he replied, "I just get a kick out of seeing a clean cut young man like you show off his wild streak." I felt like I was being challenged. I slid my hands a bit lower off his waist as I gripped his ass. "You've not seen wild yet, sir," I said, winking. His eyebrows raised. "Oh, I haven't, huh?" He leaned his lips in again, giving me another taste of his mouth before pulling his hands from my body. I let him go, following him as he padded his powerful naked body back into the hotel room, digging in his travel bag as he found some clean briefs to slip on. "What's Slugger's idea of wild then?" he asked as I once again admired his perfectly sculpted build. I found the clothes I came in scattered on the floor and started getting dressed. "I don't know," I admitted, blushing beneath my smile as I pulled my boxer briefs back over my ass and hips and tucked my cock away. "I guess I talk a big game." Jack pulled his jeans back on. Damn, his torso really was magnificent. I imagined him looking just as is, damp hair and muscles, in nothing but his unzipped jeans, gracing the centerfold of some magazine ad. Other than Dad, I'd consider him the hottest guy I could have scored with that week. And that was considering all the mature Navy beef strutting around Annapolis for this special week. Jack shot me that signature half-smile of his. "That fuck you just threw wasn't all talk. You're good." "Thanks," I said, my ego pumped as I pulled my shorts back onto my waist. I had a feeling we were wrapping up our private time, and I had a question I wanted to ask. "Jack.... when you say that Rear Admiral Henson is dominant, what do you mean exactly?" I had an idea of the term, but up to that point, what I knew from sex was from porn and my experiences with a dozen or so men. I may have been out of turn asking a personal question, but after what we'd just done, I felt I could. Jack didn't seem phased as he pulled his polo back over his head. "You know - physically overpowering, rough sex, name calling, that kind of thing," he said almost nonchalantly. I looked at the man. I'd just fucked him and knew he could take a hard fuck, but I had a hard time imagining any dude calling a stud like LCDR Grant any names or manhandling him. "You get off on guys calling you names?" I asked, the incredulity in my voice. He kind of laughed nervously. "Hell, I don't know what's worse to admit - that or the `Officer and Gentleman' thing." His embarrassment faded a little, but his smile remained. "In general, I don't get off on it, but with the right guy... yeah, it's a crazy turn on." "And Henson's the right guy?" I prompted. Jack's blue eyes twinkled. "Bigger, stronger authority figure, outranks me?... Yeah." He watched my reaction carefully. "Is that something you're into, Slugger?" he asked, his smile replaced by a more curious look. "There's only one guy kind of like that for me," I said softly and honestly, thinking of Dad. His shaving me down and some of our sex had this edge which still stuck with me. I blushed at my openness about it. "Dunno.... I guess I'm still figuring out what I like." Jack nodded in understanding. "You're young still." Almost fully dressed, he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket."What do you say we grab a late lunch before your dad gets back?" ***** Of course there were lines for many of the restaurants in town, and we had about an hour wait. Fortunately, it was a nice warm spring day to be outside as we were seated out on the patio. I was famished after the sex and Jack was too as he scarfed his burger down. His phone buzzed on the table as he got a text. "Bob's on his way back," Jack said, setting his phone back down, his plate empty as he leaned back in his seat, satiated as he took a slow sip of his iced tea. "I can drop you off at your hotel after lunch. I think I need a nap after earlier," he winked. I laughed, nodding in agreement. I'm not always a napper but I probably could use one, too. I'd had a good day with Jack. A great day. Getting to fuck him. It was also cool bonding with him on another level. But as he drove me back to the hotel in his rental car, I could tell his mood was different - moody, quiet. As we pulled up, he stopped me before I got out. "Listen, Jim. We gotta cool it the rest of the week. If your dad found out... I've been one hell of a schmuck." I liked Jack Grant. Admired him. And loved him in a way, even. He was family even if we weren't really related. He was Dad's best friend, Uncle Jack. But I realized I hated his guilt mode. Like he wasn't gonna man up for his choices. Or maybe I was just feeling tired and guilty myself. However, I replied, "I understand, sir. I think that'll take care of me for a while." I gave him a friendly wink. Even if what he was doing right now pissed me off, he'd still given me one hell of a lay just now. I couldn't deny him that. He gave me a friendly clap on the shoulder as I opened the car door and got out. All of a sudden he was quiet as he looked me up and down. "You really are so much like him, you know," I knew he wasn't talking about Rear Admiral Henson. I gave him one last intent look then shut the car door, and he drove off. *** It was hard not to get swept up in the pomp of Commissioning Week. The Naval Academy was steeped in tradition, and while UVA had its own sense of heritage, this was on a whole other level. It seemed there was always something going on... drill team displays, musical performances, change of command ceremonies, flight demonstrations, and receptions. I didn't attend it all, of course, but over the several days, I saw a lot, and Dad seemed to love showing it to me. Matt was able to get away one afternoon to hang out with me, Dad and Jack in town, and he was noticeably thrilled to be finally graduating after four years for hard work. I have to say that Matt cut an especially dashing look in his officers uniform. He was more lithe and slender than Jack and especially Dad, but he still looked good standing between the both of them. We all talked more about Matt's duty assignment. He was set to go to Pensacola for a month and a half for pilot school, then would have more intensive flight training. So it looked like he had his summer spoken for. Other than that, we saw Matt at one of the receptions and at the graduation ceremonies themselves. The rest of the week was a welcome break from sexual tension between me and Jack. The lieutenant commander had gone back to "friend of the family" mode, and he had some friends of his own to see in Annapolis and in the area. I wouldn't be surprised if he hooked up with Rear Admiral Henson again, but that wasn't my business. I thought of Dad, of course. Kind of hard not to, sharing a hotel room with him and all. Inevitably, I stroked off in the shower or when I had a free moment, and that seemed to clear my head a lot. Maybe sex with Jack had eased my lust a little, too. A part of me hoped my sex drive would ease some when I got older. Already it had led me to decisions that I thought weren't the best. As much I enjoyed just taking in all of Commissioning Week, and spending time with Dad, Matt, and Jack, I was surprised by how emotional I felt that Friday of the graduation. All of the McGraths were there: John flew in Thursday night, Paul and Megan had driven up for the day Friday morning, and even my uncle Mike, who was spending a couple days in New York, had come down for the event. Even if it was a brief gathering for us all, it was great to catch up. John apparently had a new girlfriend and was anticipating a promotion at work. I'd barely seen Paul the prior year, even if he was in Norfolk, but he mentioned he and Megan were considering moving to St. Louis in the near future. I think Dad knew of his plan because he didn't seem surprised, and I guess I shouldn't have been. Megan was super close to her family, and I think Paul just deferred to that for her. Uncle Mike of course asked me a million questions about baseball. We talked on the phone some but not nearly enough. I valued the mentor and advisor role he adopted with me, and I knew he liked encouraging me in whatever way he could. "You should come out to Phoenix and take advantage of our facility," he offered. Mike worked in some elite baseball academy. I'd gone there as a younger high school student one winter break, and Mike told me I had a standing offer to come back. If Arizona were closer, it would have been a tempting offer, for sure. Graduation Day was a celebratory occasion, and everyone from the midshipmen to their families felt justifiably proud and happy. All of us, except for Dad, sat in the bleachers, listening to the joint chief of staff give his speech to the graduates, hearing them all, including Matt, take the "Oath of Office," and watching Dad finally pin those ensign shoulder boards on Matt's uniform. I watched Dad actually get emotional as his son finally saluted him as a Navy officer. But as the graduates tossed their old midshipman caps in the air and yelled in jubilation, I had the realization that Matt might be going off to war. Not immediately. And who knows where he'd be stationed. But the abstract possibility felt so real all of a sudden. There were of course picture opportunities and one last gathering of the family at a restaurant before we all headed our separate ways. John was driving down to Norfolk to spend a little overdue time with Dad. Paul had to get back to work a shift that evening. And Uncle Mike was flying back west. That left Dad driving me back to Charlottesville. He was in a great mood, and I was happy for him - he now had a son commissioned in the Navy, carrying on the McGrath tradition. We weren't too chatty for much of the drive, though, listening to the radio, sun setting around us as we cruised down the freeway. It was like each of us was absorbed in thought. I know I was as I stared out the window at the darkening passing trees. "So..." I said, breaking the quiet behind the radio as night fell and Dad turned on the headlights. "Did you think Matt would be the one of us to become an officer?" Dad gave a soft chuckle. "I'm not surprised. Initially, when John was younger, I kind of thought he would. And when I realized that wasn't happening, I would have put my money on you, Slugger." "Me?" I asked, surprised. "Why?" He gave me a quick affectionate look before turning his eyes back to the road. "I don't know if you remember, but when you were a boy you used to imitate me a lot. You had your dixie cup hat and would sort of strut around our living room giving pretend orders to your brothers with my dogtags around your neck, just about dangling at your knees." I laughed. "Jesus, really? How old was I?" "Maybe 4," Dad said. "Wow," I mused, trying to remember, or barring that, to picture it. Dad paused and gave me another look. "Anything bothering you today, Slugger?" I never was good about hiding my emotions from Dad. I think he thought I was upset at him, or maybe it was just lingering emotions from our affair and Mexico. But he knew I was feeling down. "It's just I'm realizing that Matt is going to be deployed... not immediately, I know... but..." I didn't even need to finish my sentence. Dad knew what I was thinking. "I worry too, Jim. I mean, I'm proud as hell for him and happy he chose the path he chose. But a selfish part of me wished he hadn't, you know?" I paused, unsure if I should say what I was about to say. "Growing up, there was stuff we never talked about, when you went away for months." Dad gave a silent nod. He understood what I meant. "Maybe it was because it was peace time," I added. "Or maybe I just knew you'd be back." "I don't enjoy talking about it even now, son," Dad admitted. He was someone who'd taught me to always be honest and to have the integrity to say what was on my mind. To hear his own doubts surprised me. "We don't gotta talk about it, Dad," I said. "Just know I love you. I love Matt, too. And I'll be there when your ship comes back." It was a profound thing to say, and at that moment, I realized I hadn't told Dad I loved him since Mexico. It was like I was afraid to show the love I felt as a son because I was worried Dad would misconstrue it as the other, perverted affection I'd felt. But Dad was shipping out in a few weeks, and damned if I was gonna be afraid to say what I felt now. Dad's eyes were a little misty, but he gave a stoic nod as his eyes stayed fixed on the road. "Love you, too, Slugger."