Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2021 19:19:28 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition revised 29 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 a (free) 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-Nine Virginia, Thanksgiving 2004 My cell phone woke me from a deep sleep. It was still dark out, and as I fumbled for my phone I could make out that it was just after 7. My vision was still half-blurry as I looked at the caller ID, but I wasn't surprised to see "DAD" on the LCD display. Dad was an early riser, by habit of his many years in the Navy. Normally I was too on Wednesdays. Unlike normal college students, athletes sometimes had to take an 8 a.m. class to work around our afternoon workout and practice schedule. But it was the day before Thanksgiving and my statistics professor had cancelled class. I had looked forward to sleeping in for a change. "Hey, Dad," I greeted in a croaky morning voice, phone at my ear as I rolled back into bed. "I'm not calling too early, am I, Slugger?" "No, sir," I lied, automatically, then corrected myself. "Probably time for me to get up." Dad chuckled. "Sorry about that, Jim. Listen, I wanted to let you know we'll be having a visitor for Thanksgiving. It turns out Jack Grant is going to be out East this week." Dad's voice told me that he was in a good mood at the news. "Jack? Really? Wow," I said, surprised by the news and suddenly excited myself. It was always a treat seeing Lieutenant Commander Grant. "That's great, Dad. I haven't seen Jack since Matt's graduation and commissioning." The week before, I could tell Dad had been a little bummed that none of my brothers were able to make it home this year. John came home for Christmas but rarely traveled for Thanksgiving. Paul and Megan were spending the holiday with Megan's family in St. Louis. And Matt was pretty intensely occupied by his flight training, the first part of which was set to be done soon. Having Jack there would definitely lift Dad's spirits. "Well, I thought I'd give you a heads up. Oh, and Jack's offered to pick you up and give you a lift home... though I know you sometimes prefer to have your car to get around." Dad's meaning was unspoken, but he was giving me an out if I wanted to do my own thing in Norfolk. "No, it'll be good to spend some time with Jack," I said as I finally slipped out from under my covers into the cool air of my bedroom. "When is he heading down?" "This afternoon," Dad said. "He'll probably head back to DC Friday. If you want to stay longer, I can drive you back to Charlottesville, so no pressure." "Sounds good," I said. "And it'll probably be good to get back early, to study." We soon wrapped up our conversation. "Well, I don't need to keep you, Slugger. Looking forward to seeing you," Dad said as I could just about hear the smile in his voice. "You, too, Dad," I replied. **** U.S. Naval Officer, Jack Grant, looked like a million bucks when he showed up at my front door the next morning. He wasn't dressed in any of his Navy uniforms, but he was no less handsome in his civies. He had a light California tan that only seemed to compliment his golden-green hazel eyes. His youthful, Midwestern good looks belied his late 30s age. And his haircut also hinted at a bit of youth, with a contrast between cleanly buzzed and faded, and sun-bleached blond bangs that were grown out closer to what regulation would allow. "Mr. McGrath," he greeted in a mock-formal address as I opened the door. "Good to see you, man." I ushered him in, and we clasped in a tight hug, his slightly shorter, 6-foot body bracing tightly against me. "You too, Jack," I replied. Before letting me go, Jack pulled me back, giving me a once over and ruffling my long and curling blond hair. Perhaps a little envious that I had that luxury, not being in the Navy and all. "You've gotten bigger in six months?" he teased. "Maybe a little," I smiled, stepping back and getting a better view of him. Jack's body was something I always admired. His military training and devoted gym time created cascading mounds of lean beef that were evident from under his lightweight sweater that stretched perfectly over his fit muscular body, from his shoulders to his prominent square pecs and tight core. He looked around. "Let me see your place.... Looks a lot nicer than my shitty college apartment." He followed me as I walked him to the kitchen and gave him a quick look at the bedrooms. "Nice," he said as we stepped back into the living room. We kind of stood there face to face, smiling as we sized each other up. The sexual tension was definitely there between us. With other men, I would probably find the blurred lines frustrating, but I kind of liked the fact that Jack and I had multiple connections - he was my friend, a gay mentor, a family friend, and a sometimes sex partner, all in one. He probably knew what I was thinking, and he had a knowing smile on his handsome, clean-shaven face. The glint in his eyes suggested that I might just be a temptation for him, too. But he didn't make any move on me. "If you're ready, we should probably get a move on. Bob's expecting us for dinner," he said simply. Family friend it was, I thought. "Sure," I said as I picked up my packed athletic bag next to the couch. If I thought Jack was going to be in family-friend mode the whole weekend, I was surprised by how easily our conversation flowed once we were on the road in his rental car. It turned out Jack was vying for a Navy change of duty station from San Diego to DC. "I won't know for sure until next week, but I think the command interview went pretty well," he said, with a relaxed confidence in his voice as he kept his eye on the road. "I bet you nailed it," I said, almost without thinking. I had no idea how good Jack was in his job, but I couldn't imagine the man as anything other than supremely competent. He laughed as he shot me a glance. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, Slugger.... We'll have to see. If I get it, great. If not, no big deal." "Well... it'd be cool to have you back East," I said thoughtfully. I worried that it sounded weird or clingy, but I didn't mean it like that. Even if Jack and I were fuck buddies, or at least had been, I just had a deep, friendly affection for the guy and knew it would be good to see him more, sex or not. And I knew Dad would like having his best friend closer. "You think you'd miss California?" "Definitely," the Lieutenant Commander said without missing a beat. "Sometimes, I think I'm crazy for even thinking of leaving the San Diego weather behind. But it would be good for my career." "A promotion?" I asked with a bit of enthusiasm, imagining how "Commander Jack Grant" would roll off the tongue. He smiled and shook his head. "No, it's a lateral move, but should set me up better for advancement in a couple of years." "That's good," I said. I knew enough about Navy life to follow some of these conversations, but I didn't know the ins and outs of an officer's career. "Enough blab about me, how are you doing, Jim?" Jack asked, one hand on the steering wheel as he looked over at me with his trademark smile. "Doing good," I said, automatically. "School's been keeping me pretty busy." "I bet," Jack said. "Does Bob get on your case about your grades?" Jack knew Dad pretty well. I shrugged. "Not exactly... But he has this way of letting you know to keep your GPA up, you know?" Jack chuckled. "I admire the hell out of your father, you know, but the man can be one passive aggressive SOB." I found myself laughing. It was interesting to hear the perspective of someone who interacted with Dad as an equal. Jack looked over, a grin on his handsome face. "You know, Jim, just a couple of years ago, you'd be sticking up for your dad just now." "What?" I laughed nervously, feeling as if Jack had set me up in a kind of trap to imply something back about Dad. "For what it's worth, I think it's good you've grown more independent." "I guess Matt's taken the pressure off me, some," I ventured. I remembered a conversation I had with Dad in Mexico, when he confessed that he always thought it would be me who followed in his footsteps. "Bob is certainly thrilled that Matt's an officer," Jack agreed. I nodded. "And I figure two out of four of us being good students isn't so bad either," I joked. "I'm sure you're selling yourself short," Jack said. He was quiet for a minute as we let our attention shift back to the freeway and the passing scenery. I wasn't odd or uncomfortable as we listened to the low playing radio, simply enjoying the other's company. "So, Jim..." Jack asked, breaking the small serene silence, "Anything ever become of that crush?" he asked, bringing up our last conversation over the phone. I didn't realize before that moment how much I craved to talk about Ben with someone - how much it had all been bottled up inside. "Nah," I said, still feeling disappointed at how it all turned out. "I took the `write him out of my life' option." "That's tough, man," Jack said. He was definitely in friend/mentor mode now. "We've all been there. Doesn't make it any easier to hear that, I know." "It does, actually," I said. "I mean, can I ask your advice... you know, as a friend?" "Of course," Jack said quietly, his midwestern flat-twang coming out slightly. "I don't know, I just feel like there's the guys I'm sexually attracted to, and the guys I probably would be better matched with dating." "You're not the first guy with that issue," he added. "Are you like that?" I asked, hoping I wasn't getting too personal, but Jack and I had shared a lot already. "Not exactly," he replied. "But there are moments when I've felt that split, sure." He looked over at me briefly with a curious stare. "Anything you want to talk about?" I nodded, apprehensively. "Sometimes, I'm into older guys," I admitted. I let out a sigh, then added, "A lot actually." "Again, that's pretty common," Jack said with a tone that told me he thought it was no big deal. "You feel that's an issue?" "I guess I'm OK with it," I replied, "But it sure makes things more complicated sometimes." Jack stayed silent, just listening to me. "I mean, this guy, Ben, I've been into is closer to my age. And I think I felt kind of relieved to know I could go for a guy younger than 30. Like, maybe I wasn't a freak." Something about Jack Grant let me feel like I could open up about this stuff. "You're not a freak, Jim," Jack said with surety. I felt encouraged by his words and nodded, taking it in before I continued. "Well, like I've been feeling really crushed out on this guy, but then... sexually... I don't know... Like, there was this guy I hooked up with recently. In his early 40s. It was hot sex, total chemistry between us... Probably hotter than it would have been with Ben." Jack seemed to be reflecting on what I was saying, then asked, "You want my advice? Don't try to make yourself be someone you're not. It might work with other parts of your life, but when it comes to sex, you need to be true to yourself." "Yeah?" I asked, feeling a powerful hope with Jack's words. He nodded. "Doesn't mean you need to sleep with everyone you're into, or that dating won't involve trade-offs. But deceiving yourself is not the good basis for sex or dating." "I guess I've spent too much time deceiving everyone else," I confessed. "I even fucked a girl last month." That caught Jack off guard. "For real?" he chuckled. This was such the opposite of Dad's reaction to my revelation about Kristen. "Yeah." I laughed at the absurdity of it. "Though I may have fantasized about my teammate while I did it," I said with a smirk. "Do whatever it takes, Slugger," he said as his surprised grin continued. We drove for a while as I stewed in my thoughts. Finally, I spoke up again. "I guess while I'm in the closet, dating is going to be hard. So, I might as well enjoy the more purely sexual connections." Jack didn't miss a beat in replying. "I'm pretty sure the older dudes you hook up with will feel like they've hit the jackpot." He shot me another brilliant smile and a wink. Maybe he was being flirty with me after all. "I'm pretty sure the last guy did," I said, with a tone that was probably a little too cocky as I thought back to Navy veteran, Brian. "It's kind of fun having a guy really excited to be with you." "Is that why you go for older guys?" Jack asked with interest. I shook my head. "No. It's this pure, deep attraction for me. I mean, 9 times out of 10, it's an older guy who does it for me. Even with porn." "How old we talking about?" the officer ventured to ask. "30s. 40s. 50s. You know... a man." I looked over at Jack Grant. He had to know I included him in the category. "You're a man, Jim," Jack said simply. "Yeah. But you know what I mean." "I do," Jack said. I leaned back in the car seat, feeling my body relax from the tension I was feeling just talking about these matters. "Thanks for letting me talk about this stuff, Jack." "Anytime," he said. "Well, except when your dad is around." I laughed. "You probably didn't expect to be my therapist when you agreed to drive me to Norfolk," I said in light-hearted self-deprecation. Jack shrugged. "I'm honestly happy if I can help. I've been in your shoes... well, not exactly, but I remember how tough it is to figure sex and dating out when you're young and gay." A thought then occurred to me. One that had come to me the previous evening, during my JO session. "Um... if it's OK, can I ask another question... kind of about sex?" Jack glanced over with mock seriousness. "Jim, we've fucked, more than once. You can ask me about sex." I felt silly but I had wanted to make sure I wasn't going too far. Jack's matter-of-fact approach to sexuality helped put me at ease. "I came across some porn with a dominant man..." "That's not a question," Jack joked. "Guess not," I said, suddenly feeling a warmth in my cheeks. "I don't even know if I have a question. But I found that video really hot. Like I wanted to try it, but it seems kind of scary, you know?" Jack was quick to respond. "You want to be the dominant guy or the submissive?" I knew what submissive meant, but I guess I hadn't encountered the term in a sexual context. But as Jack said it, I knew instantly he meant like the young jock-y guy in the video I watched. The one who seemed into the dominant older guy insulting him and taking charge. I blushed and my voice got soft. "With an older guy, I don't know, I keep thinking what it would be like to try the submissive thing." "OK," Jack said in a non-judgmental way. "Kind of like how you described it with your admiral guy," I said, hoping I wasn't venturing too far. "Like, I don't consider myself to be anyone's bitch," I said with a joking tone. "And I don't wanna be, not really.... But it was hot imagining that during sex." "Be careful," Jack said, his voice tinged with a bit of seriousness. "Some guys are good at being dominant in bed, and some guys are just assholes." "Yeah, I can imagine," I said. Having this conversation with Jack, I felt both naive and grown up at the same time. "How do you find the right one?" Jack smiled. "Well, often they'll find you. But let them know they're turning you on and they'll run with it." "Thanks," I said. "I guess most of the guys I've been with, it's more of a mutual thing." When I thought back, Dad was the only man who'd been remotely what I'd consider dominant. And I had a hard time imagining him ever calling me a fucking slut. "And you're not into that?" Jack asked. I guess he was trying to understand where I was coming from. "Oh, I'm definitely into that, too," I said. "Maybe I just want to try it with a dominant guy, but I'm not sure I want it to define me, you know?" "I get it," Jack said. He gave a slight shake of the head. "You're so much like me when I was younger. Ya know?" I didn't know what to say to that, but I was glad Jack and I had this connection. "Listen..." he said with a bit of clear apprehension. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you really want to try it out.... I'm seeing Rear Admiral Henson later this weekend... maybe I can see if he'd be interested in making it a threesome." "For real?" I asked, maybe too much excitement entering my voice. "God help me, but yeah," Jack replied. "When he met you a couple of years ago in San Diego, the man couldn't stop talking about how hot you were. I'm pretty sure he'd be game." A nagging doubt hit me. "I don't want to angle in on your fun, Jack," I said. The Admiral was Jack's fuck buddy after all. He smiled. "Threesomes are hot," he said with a sly smirk. "Besides, I want to be there to look after you." "You know," I said, a bit drawn out, watching Jack pull his hazel eyes back towards me as I returned his look with a sly smirk of my own. "I was going to make the moves on you back when you picked me up," I said as I rubbed my thighs through my jeans. "But I wasn't sure if you'd be up for it." "I told myself I was going to be a good boy," Jack said as a grin spread across his lips. "We're definitely not fooling around in Bob's house," he said, shaking his head like he was declining a dare. "Got it," I said. Then with an impish smile, I asked, "How about before?" Jack laughed. "What? Now?" "Pull off somewhere," I said with an impetuousness that surprised even myself. "I'll suck your dick." I wouldn't have been so forward with Jack Grant, but knowing he was considering having sex with me again broke down my hesitation. I was horny, and I was sharing a car with a very hunky Naval officer. Jack returned my stare but didn't say anything. A minute later, as the next highway exit came up, he turned his blinker on. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he practically growled. I smiled in quiet victory as Jack's rental car tooled onto the small rural road, past a truck stop and a gravel company. Then, fifty yards down, there was a deserted gas station that Jack pulled into, circling around the back, where we would have some privacy. He stopped the car and cracked the window, maybe to better hear if a car was pulling up for any reason. He undid his seat belt as I undid mine. "We can't take our time," he said in a horny excitement as he undid his jeans. I nodded but was pleasantly surprised as he reached forward and pulled my head in for a kiss. It was a Jack Grant kiss. Soft, perfect, sensual, and masculine all at once. We knew not to make out too long but it was enough to get me in the mood, for sure. "I believe you promised me a blow job," Jack said with a playful leer. He reclined the driver's seat back almost prone and unzipped the rest of his fly, tugging his jeans just off his waist and pulling at the waistband of his briefs. His hard cock sprung free from a forest of lush, dark blond pubes. Jack's ramrod straight, six-inch cut piece was still the totem of manly perfection I remembered it to be. My mouth watered as he gripped the shaft in his fist, stroking it gently as a bead of clear precum collected at the tip of his dark pink cock head. "Yessir," I replied and opened my fly before quickly bending over the center console and down into his lap. His fingers were soft and encouraging as they ran through my longer blond hair. I kissed the dewy, tapered head of his dick, licking up his sap and wrapping my tongue around the ridge of the head before sucking him between my lips. Jack let out a gravely gasp as I felt his hips flex. A couple of inches pushed in more quickly than I was ready for, but Jack instantly checked his impatience and held still. I grabbed a hold at the base of his cock as I slowly took him into my mouth, working my tongue on the underside and working my lips around his meaty shaft. Jack moaned in response, one hand gripping the door handle, the other hand brushing through my hair. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. His ambery eyes drank in the sight of me swinging on his cock. I then began working him with up-and-down bobs of my head as I let the swollen tip kiss the back of my throat. Jack was the perfect size for sucking. "Fuck, Jim... Aww... You look really hot with my cock in your mouth," he groaned. His hips tensed with each bob of my mouth, not so much fucking my face as absorbing the pleasure into his body. I sucked more quickly, and the cabin of the car filled with the wet slurping sounds of my lips around his dick. My saliva began running down his shaft and onto my fingers and into his pubes. I moaned around his rod, my eyes telling him I loved eating this Officer cock. I tried to apply every lesson Holt taught me: a quick worship of the dick, a slow bob, additional suction, then going in for the kill with the flexing and tightening top of my throat on Jack's dick head. It worked. "FUCK... Oh fuck, Jim... yeah..." Jack cried out in clear surprise and deep pleasure. I felt his whole body tense as the expressions on his face grew desperate. "Jim... Jim, I'm gonna come... Ffffuck...." Jack gave a heated cry, his hands now gripping my head, holding my mouth to him as his dick thickened against my tongue and unleashed its sweet-salty load. I moaned at the flavor and was proud as hell, happy I could have helped Jack out. I nursed his sated cock, drinking down most of his load then finally pulled off his softened dick with a wet slurp. I leaned back up in my seat with a grin as I watched Jack taking deep breaths in recovery. Jack weakly smiled back. I brought my fingers to my wet lips and excitedly spit out some of his cum I'd saved in my mouth. With dripping fingers I reached down, smearing the semen-spit combo onto my leaking and still rock hard prick and rapidly tugged at it. I was worked up, and there was a fun thrill using Jack's cum as lube as he watched. "Go for it, Jim," he grunted excitedly then leaned in for another kiss across the console. I closed my eyes, turning my face towards him and felt Jack's hot breath against my lips before taking my mouth captive. Jack plunged his tongue into my oral cavity... and that did it. I fiercely sucked at Jack's tongue and moaned as I fired into my hand. I even got some cum on my shirt, too, which I tried to wipe off when Jack slowly ended our kiss. I ended up slurping my seed, and Jack's too, from my fingers. We tucked back in and giggled almost like kids. "Well, that was fun," Jack said. "Yes, sir," I said, feeling sexually satisfied and happy I'd made the moves on the Lieutenant Commander. And the seriousness of my dating problems now seemed miles away as our mood was light hearted for the rest of the drive. As we drove back onto the highway, Jack said to me with a playful, teasing voice, "Seems like those older guys you've been practicing with have honed your blowjob skills, Jim. You're getting to be a pro." *** Dad was in a great mood that weekend. He and Jack seemed to talk nonstop about everything, but mostly Navy stuff. That evening was no exception as the three of us sat out on the backyard deck. It was getting dark by 5, but the weather was surprisingly warm for late November. As we knocked back a couple of beers in the cool evening air, Jack gave Dad all the ins and outs of the job he was applying for. "I don't want to put the cart before the horse," LCDR Grant said, "But it's wild to think about moving across the country again." "Well, it'd be great to have you nearby," Dad said with a barely-reserved excitement on his face. "Maybe you could join us at the Army-Navy game more often." Jack nodded. "You going this year, Bob?" "Yep. Great to be back in the States in early December. Matt should be free, too. It'll be his first one as an ensign." Dad didn't go to the game every year. Some years he was deployed. And when we were younger, sometimes family responsibilities would take over. But I knew it was an important ritual for him and his officer buddies, and it gave him a chance to meet up with old colleagues from the Academy. He'd taken me and my brothers once when I was pretty young, but I hadn't been since. Dad filled us in on how Matt's training was going. I talked to my brothers fairly regularly but Dad had more of an inside scoop on flight school, and I guess he and my older brother bonded over Navy life now. "But I didn't tell you the big news, Slugger," Dad said, turning to me. "Paul and Megan are expecting a baby." I lit up at the news. "Whoa, that's awesome," I said. I was going to be an uncle. Dad nodded. "Once they moved to St. Louis, I had a feeling they'd be trying. But yeah, they're due in May." I could see a little sadness sink in, and I knew what my father was thinking: that he'd probably be at sea then. "How's John?" I asked. It had probably been a month since I'd talked to my oldest brother. I was guessing Dad had talked to him recently. Dad grinned. "John's John," he said. "A workaholic as always. Oh, but he has yet another girlfriend," my father said cynically. I chuckled. Jack chimed in. "The poor guy's in his mid 20s, let him have his fun." "I guess, yeah," Dad conceded. **** Dad got a few prepared items for our "bachelors" Thanksgiving dinner. It was just the three of us, but that year I wouldn't have it any other way. It was fun and relaxed and felt like the best of friends and family. Like that Thanksgiving was more special for a chance to be grateful for the important people in my life, rather than some ritual. As I helped Dad with a few side dishes in the kitchen, Jack went for a run to the convenient store for some ice and more beer. It was a mild day outside so we decided we'd have Thanksgiving dinner outdoors, on the deck. We stood side by side against the counter as we chatted, Dad over the stove as I peeled and chopped vegetables. I took the occasion of us being alone to talk man-to-man with Dad. I didn't like raising a sore point, but I did ask Dad what he thought about all of us McGraths going off in our own lives. Dad wasn't mopey but gave me a straightforward answer. "To be honest, Slugger, I don't know how I feel. I'm actually enjoying some independence now that you boys have moved off. But I miss you all like hell, too." He looked over at me with a look of paternal affection. "You know, I remember that Thanksgiving you didn't come down." I gulped. That was the night Dad and I most clearly crossed those lines. Us not only having sex, but both of us entering into that transgressive act mutually, openly. "I'm sorry about that, Dad," I said quietly. He shook his head. "It's not about that, Slugger. In the future, you may have your own reason to spend Thanksgiving on your own, or have some reason coming to visit won't work. But I never want you to feel like you can't come, hear? Like it would kill me to think I was again the reason - or if it was something I did." Dad's grey eyes locked on me. His normally stoic countenance now looked honest and slightly vulnerable. I sighed. "It was just complicated, Dad. I felt as much to blame." He reached over and gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "You're an incredible young man, Jim. Just know that." I blushed at his compliment. It was mushy and maybe a little uncomfortable to hear, but I knew I'd never get sick of Dad being openly emotional with me. He started adding the stuffing mix into the pot he was stirring. "You know, we haven't really talked much since Mexico," he said quietly. "You doing OK?" I wasn't sure what I could even say to Dad. That I still lusted after him but that didn't keep me from having sex with other men? That I'd gotten real good at compartmentalizing the amazing week-long affair with my father? Instead I just nodded. "I'm doing good, Dad," I replied. "I guess I've not had much luck dating, but that's just how it goes." My father gave me a knowing look. "Well, if you ever need to talk," he said, "... or if you prefer some distance. Either way, I got your back." "Thanks, Dad." Pretty soon we heard the front door open. Jack returned with a bag of ice and two 12-packs. "Jesus, Jack," Dad exclaimed. "How much drinking you expecting us to do?" Jack grinned, slightly lifting one of the 12-packs in his left arm. "Lessee... two Navy men, and one college baseball jock. I have a feeling we can put a pretty good dent in these." **** Jack drove me back Friday night. Maybe it was the time spent with Dad, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to fool around again, and I wasn't going to bring it up. As hot as LCDR Grant was and how much I enjoyed the sex, I very much valued everything else he was to me, and I wanted to respect him. I may have even been a little formal as he finally dropped me off in front of my place in Charlottesville. "Thank you, sir," I said, stepping out of the car and grabbing my bag from the backseat. "And good luck with the job." Jack nodded from the driver's seat. "I'll keep you updated. Talk soon and take care, Slugger." He gave a friendly wink before I shut his car door and went up to my door. Jack waited to make sure I got in OK, then drove off. The apartment was empty. Holt wasn't going to be back until tomorrow. I went to my room and tossed my bag onto my bed. And as I began to unpack, I thought back to Jack's suggestion about a threesome with Rear Admiral Henson. It may have just been a wild idea in the heat of the moment during our conversation. I certainly wasn't going to bring it up again. But the more I thought about it, the hotter I had to admit it sounded. I stopped what I was doing and slid into my desk chair and I pulled up the dominant-top video from the other night. I dropped my jeans and briefs and had a nice JO session to it, watching it a few times and replaying my favorite scenes, angles and lines. I wasn't even sure why that one did it for me, whereas other ones didn't. I stroked, feeling horny. It had been two days since I'd sucked Jack Grant off and I was feeling torn between wanting a quick masturbation session and making it last. I paused the video, not wanting to come too quickly, but instead stared at the still shot of the men mid-scene. The older top standing above the young jock-like bottom who was on all fours. I stroked as I admired the posture of the top and remembered his callous words. My mind raced back to that hotel room in Mexico. Dad shaving me down, silently but with command. That intensity in his eyes as he told me to let him. I had to let go of my dick, the idea nearly got me firing. My cock bobbed excitedly and was now leaking. I didn't think back to sex with Dad, but those memories were coming to me now. I took a breath and let the immediacy of ejaculation pass. Then I stroked again, slowly. The memories came to me now, one on top of another, fusing in my horny young brain. Jack Grant taking my cherry. Flipping with Brian the Navy guy. Banging my buddy Rick's dad. Sucking my father's cock. Tasting my dad's cum. I unpaused the video, finally ready to blast off. The top got into position and without fanfare just shoved his big prick into the submissive younger stud. Gripping the jock's hips and just going to town, growling a series of curse words and insults. I was getting more comfortable with the assertive language and the hard, even rough, fucking. And in my head, that dominant man was Dad, Admiral Henson, Coach Weir, Jack Grant... every hot man who I ever desired. Calling me a bitch. Pounding me. I imagined being on the receiving end of it, and I busted a heavy load thinking of just that.