Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2023 13:41:24 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 45

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.


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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.

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PART SIX: BASEBALL DREAMS

Chapter Forty-Five
Norfolk, Fall 2006



The whole drive back to Norfolk, my mind weighed heavily on me and
Sean. Our argument wasn't settled, not really. I was crestfallen at the
idea I wouldn't be able to top him. Ever. It was a change from my dating
Greg, who was strictly a bottom with me. With him, I'd missed getting
fucked. Now, with Sean, I was gonna miss fucking a guy.

The more I'd think about it, the more pissed off I got, like Sean just
wanted me around as a fuck toy, more than as a boyfriend. Then I'd feel
sad, recognizing that Sean was just being Sean. It was his take-charge
personality that drew me to him. And he was a great top. A ridiculously
amazing top. Sean Carter showed me a part of myself I didn't know was
there, each time we fucked. I'd gone for an older, smoking hot, Army man
and probably had no business complaining that he wouldn't bend over for me.

But that didn't make it any easier for me. I loved fucking guys and didn't
want to give that up. I had felt such a connection with Sean, and now I
worried maybe we wouldn't be compatible.

I turned up the radio for most of the drive as I stewed over my thoughts. I
remembered my arguments with my brother Matt over music on road trips, only
now my CD player was busted, and I was searching as I went out of range of
one rural station to another. It seemed like every country song was about
heartbreak, which both amused and frustrated me.

It helped when I got a text from Sean a couple hours later, even before I
checked my phone when I got home to Norfolk.

"Had a great morning Big Guy ;) Hope you made it home ok."

Now parked in the driveway of Dad's house, I typed back a quick reply. For
all my concerns, I was still very smitten with the man.

With my bags on my shoulders, I fiddled with my keys on the front porch
before opening the door to find the place dark and a bit stuffy knowing
that the A/C had been off for months. I dropped my bags in the foyer and I
flipped on the lights. The house I'd grown up in was now quiet. Like,
creepy quiet.

It'd been months since Dad left on his latest deployment, so I was probably
the only person to check on the place since Dad locked up. I opened a few
windows and lugged my bags up to my old room. The things there were as I
left them: a couple of bins of my stuff in the corner, my full-size bed
that Dad had never upgraded, the baseball posters on my wall and my
trophies still on the dresser. As I unpacked, I hung Dad's dogtags in the
spot I used to keep them, just above my desk.

I'd had some time to process things, but the last year had been heavy
dealing with Dad's involvement with Jack Grant, his Navy officer friend and
a man I'd had my own sexual history with.

There were the lingering complications of our incestuous affair, as I'd
been the one to set it into motion by making the moves on Dad and first
encouraging him to cross those lines with me. I knew, deep down, that Dad
enjoyed the incest we'd committed, and I got the feeling we both savored
that memory and the lingering attraction. At the same time, we were moving
on, and I wanted to be understanding of Dad's desire to date again.

I thought I'd be glad to have some space, without Dad there. But I missed
my father. It had been over three months since I'd seen him after all. I
walked down the hall and paused outside his open bedroom door. It felt
quietly invasive, and I knew I was focusing too much on the idea of Dad and
Jack sharing that bed.

I spent that first evening in, airing out the place and ordering some
Chinese takeout as there was nothing in the fridge. Shopping would be first
on my list of things to do tomorrow. I enjoyed a couple of Dad's beers and
watched some baseball on TV. Maybe one of these days I'd be playing into
September.

The next day, I did laundry and grocery shopping. Without Dad or Matt with
me, I couldn't go to the commissary on base, so that meant the regular
store, which was another reminder that I was no longer a dependent. Dad had
actually left me some money to cover some basic expenses. I wasn't too
proud to use it, but I hoped I wouldn't have to one day soon. And at least
my paycheck could cover my share of things.

On Wednesday I started work at the locally-owned sporting goods
store. Coach Weir had lined up the job for me, and I was really
grateful. It was retail and low pay, but minor league players had to
scramble to get by in the off-season. I had the advantage of living
rent-free at home, with Dad helping me out financially if I needed it.

My hours would be only part-time until November, when the holiday season
would start to ramp up. Unfortunately, even my part-time schedule had me
working every weekend shift from there on out. And that was when Sean had
his days off. I had envisioned going down to see him regularly, but now I
didn't know if that was possible.

Sean and I texted constantly, and we talked by phone at least a few times a
week. The first time we talked, he called right before bed. I was down to
just my boxer briefs and lay in bed, reclined under just a sheet, my phone
to my ear as I looked up at the ceiling. It was great to hear his voice as
I filled him in on my job.

"Their bread and butter is high school and amateur team uniforms," I
explained, "but I'm having to learn about all the equipment, too. I'm
learning a lot of stuff I never thought I'd have to know," I laughed.

"I'm sure you're doing great, Hot Stuff," Sean said, his gravelly voice a
sign that he had had another long Army day. "They keeping you busy?"

"It's slow so far," I said, having only seen the store so far on a
weekday. "It'll pick up toward the holidays." I added, "I don't know if I'm
going to have any weekends free, Sean. I'm sorry. I really want to come
down and visit again."

Sean seemed disappointed, and I felt bad. But also, selfishly, I was glad
he wanted me down there with him as well.

"We'll make something work, Jim," he said. "I could take a day or two off
and come up to see you. I got quite a bit of Leave saved up. Or, you could
come down if you get a day off."

"That'd be awesome," I said effusively as I rolled onto my side. Then I
thought about whether I could host him. I hadn't told Dad about having a
boyfriend, but it wasn't like I was some high school kid and it shouldn't
be an issue to have a guest over.

Thankfully, Sean saved me. "I'll get a hotel. And we can fuck like bunnies,
like in Tennessee."

"Oh man, that sounds incredible," I said. I grinned at the memory of the
marathon of sex we'd had in that Greenville hotel. Reaching down past my
torso, I gripped my underwear-clad cock. I was getting hard thinking about
it.

"Yeah?" The cockiness in Sean's voice was coming out. But he had a
seriousness, too. "I wasn't sure where we left things after our fight."

With all the free time at home, I had thought a lot about this. I lay my
head further back in my pillow. "I don't have a good answer, Sean. I want
to fuck you, but I've loved everything we've done. I'm not ready to give
that up just because I'm not getting everything I want. Not yet."

"But you will..." he prompted me.

"I don't know. I have to decide how important it is to me," I replied. I
knew it wasn't the answer that Sean wanted, but while I could cave to him
in this battle, I didn't want to back down entirely. I loved to fuck, and
Sean should know that.

"Damn," he said softly.

"Look, Sean," I explained. "I'm happy to bottom for you, be your fuck toy
or whatever. It's great. But I'm not going to be happy in a one-sided
arrangement."

Sean took in my words and replied, "I've met plenty of guys happy with that
one-sided arrangement."

"I'm not plenty of guys," I replied directly.

"Fair enough." He paused.

This seemed like another stalemate. Or, rather, a continuation of the one
we'd had just days before. I'd confront that later, but at least we were
talking about it.

Sean might have been thinking the same thing. I could almost see his mouth
form into a leer. "So, stud, you have some privacy right now?"

"Yeah, have the house to myself these days," I answered.

"You know, I often think back to that time when I was on R&R in Germany and
you helped me stroke out a nice load."

"That was hot," I said. "It was only our second time having sex, and it was
by phone," I smiled.

"Just hearing your sexy voice was an incredible gift during that
deployment, Big Guy. Maybe... I was thinking I could help you out now. You
know, help you get through those lonely nights up in Norfolk."

"Yeah?" I smirked, reaching down and pulling my cock out of my
underwear. My dick was rock hard now. Our difference of perspective on
topping aside, I wished Sean was with me right then to take care of my
needs. To fuck me.

I tucked the waistband of my boxer briefs under my balls and took hold of
my shaft, feeling its thickness in my left hand as I held my phone up with
my right.

"Tell me, how hard are you now, Jimmy?" Sean asked, his voice now getting
deeper and more gravely with lust.

"Rock hard," I said. I began a slow, choking tug down my length.

"Scale of 0 to 10?" he asked.

"11," I joked. "But serious, I'd say a 9 and a half."

"Like you were that first night in Philly."

His words brought back memories of that magical Army-Navy weekend, meeting
Sean and that immediate chemistry we felt. "Oh God, Sean," I sighed,
feeling an instant jolt of pleasure in my dick as I stroked it down to my
balls.

"Yeah, you remember that, Hot Stuff.... I knew I wanted to fuck you the
second I saw you... blond college jock, standing in that bar alone, waiting
for the right man...." Sean's deep breaths hinted that he might be stroking
his cock as well.

"I'm not a college jock any more," I grunted.

"That you aren't, Jim.... you're a real fucking pro baseball player
now... but just as horny as a college kid." His voice had a playful edge
but was also deep and sexual. It was getting to me in a major way.

"So horny," I gasped, feeling a spurt of precum jut out from the tip of my
prick and drool down onto my abs, the clear slickness adding to my stroke
sensations and coating my fingers.

"Can't get enough sex, can you?" he taunted. I wasn't sure if he was
stroking off, too, or if this was just for my benefit.

"No, sir," I replied quickly. "I need it two, three times a day."

"Like me," I heard his deep masculine voice growl in my ear. I had the
sense he was pulling on his meat, too, slowly. "I got a crazy sex drive,
Big Guy."

"I'm getting that idea, sir. It's hot as fuck." I stroked and thought back
to our few times together. "You a two to three times a day man?"

Sean chuckled. "It'd be more if I was there," he boasted.

"Oh, fuck yes," I hissed, getting into the vision of Sean here with me,
naked in my bed, fucking me for the fifth time that day. Or me fucking him
for the fifth time. It was a crazy and maybe not impossible idea. And one
that pushed me over the edge. "Oh fuck, Sean, I'm cumming!"

"Get it, man," he encouraged, his own voice drawing up. So my man was
masturbating too, at the other end. Imagining me, wishing he was firing
deep in my hole.

My nuts drew up and I felt the familiar pulse in my piss tube. "Oh FUCK!" I
cried out into the phone as my seed spurted high and wide. This was a heavy
cum, and as heavy ropes of sperm landed on my chest, I realized I'd needed
this.

Sean was grunting, too, in deep orgasmic groans. A quick succession of
sounds signaled his own heavy release.

"Damn," he sighed.

"Yeah," I said, feeling the intense satisfaction wash over me as my body
relaxed into my bed. "Now I know how you felt during that R&R phone call."

"Something like that," Sean laughed gently. "I don't like the idea of you
getting so backed up, Jimmy," he added playfully. "Let's make this a
standing thing."

The idea cheered me up. It was tough being in a different state from Sean
when we were at that early stage of dating, when I wanted to be with him
more and get to know him. When I felt that pull to be with him physically
and sexually.

"Sounds great," I replied. "What, like a daily call?" We already texted and
talked pretty regularly.

Sean chuckled. I loved the baritone quality of his laugh and his Southern
accent. "Well, I was thinking every other day, you horndog," he growled
playfully. "But let's try a nightly thing."

And that fall and winter we explored phone sex. Not only was it a welcome
way to stay connected to Sean while we were apart, but it was over those
times that I really embraced and developed my verbal side, feeding off
Sean's own nastiness when it came to sex talk and getting better at taking
the initiative myself. It was like we were willing to get a little wilder
in our words to make up for the lack of physical contact. And ultimately
that would be something we'd bring back into the bedroom.



*****

I was feeling lonely. Being back in Norfolk was OK, but it also added to
the sense of time being on hold. At the start of summer, I'd gone
practically right from college to the minors, but now, other than a weekend
with Sean afterwards, I was going through withdrawal from having a social
life. The great thing about being an athlete in a team sport is that you
had a bunch of guys to hang out with and bond with. Now that the season was
over, I realized I missed that. Maybe I was less of a homebody than I
thought.

I reached out to one of my high school teammates, and we hung out one
night. But he was now married, and we were clearly at different parts of
our lives.

I mostly just went to my job and spent my spare time working out at a
local, off-base gym. I could fend for myself, and though I couldn't cook
much, I'd make something simple when I got home each night. Major league
baseball season was now over, so I didn't even have that to watch on TV in
the evenings. And the days were getting shorter.

I did get back in touch with a lot of my friends via email: Rick had
started up at Duke law school, and my sorta-ex-girlfriend from UVA, Sarah,
was now in Grad School in Michigan. My former roommate and teammate, Kyle
Avery, was having an OK senior year but griped some about his new
roommate. His long-term girlfriend, Julie, had moved in with him, but they
thought they'd save some money on rent by getting a roommate.

Being back home also had me thinking about my high school buddy, Pete, the
first guy I'd had sex with and the first gay guy I knew. Somehow, we'd
drifted apart, maybe it was the distance and being across the country. At
this point I didn't even have a current email or number for him. By this
point, he may have moved on from California for all I knew, but I hoped he
was doing well.

On the other hand, Holt hated email and really wasn't a phone guy, but he
was texting more and more. I told him I'd come visit, but wasn't sure when
I'd have the chance. Maybe January.

One weekday evening, we'd been texting all throughout my workout, and after
getting home from the gym, I did finally tell him that I was dating
somebody. An hour later my phone rang from my pocket. Maybe Holt was more
of a phone guy than I expected.

"McGrath!" he greeted, in Charlie's typical booming voice. "I wanna know
the details. Who's this guy?"

I laughed at his brash nature. I missed the dude. "His name's Sean," I
said, bashful at finally talking about Sean openly. I took a seat on the
living room sofa and reclined back. "He's an Army guy, a senior
NCO... stationed in Ft. Bragg, so we're long-distance right now."

"Nice," Charlie said. "How long have you been seeing him?"

"I met him last year..." I started to explain. "But we're just now at the
dating phase."

"Last year?" Charlie asked. "You sly dog. You've been holding out on me."

"I wasn't sure anything was gonna develop," I explained. "But we kept in
touch during his deployment and have seen each other a few times since." I
felt I was babbling on. "I dunno, maybe I was superstitious that telling
anyone would jinx things."

"Why would it?" Holt asked.

"Maybe after my experience with Greg..." I explained. "I guess I'm afraid
I'll tell people and then a week later it's not working out, you know."

"Eh, if that happens, then fuck 'em if anyone gives a shit," Holt
said. "But can I give you some advice, Jim?"

"I could use it," I laughed. I did respect how Charlie and Scott seemed to
be doing well in their relationship. They were the only gay couple I really
knew and it was nice to see it work for them.

"Look... I know you're the romantic type, and that's cool," my friend
said. "But maybe you can build things up in your head sometimes, I don't
know... I guess what I'm saying is focus on this Sean guy and what you have
with him rather than, you know, get in your head."

I took it all in. I always thought of Charlie as the happy-go-lucky type,
but he could be a surprisingly good observer of people. "Is that your
approach with Scott?" I asked.

"Mostly. Though that fucker makes me talk about my emotions," he joked with
a chuckle. "Anyway - when do I get to meet this guy?"

"I don't see him enough myself," I said, explaining the long-distance
issues.

"That sucks," Holt said. "Well, I hope to meet him at some point."

"Yeah," I said. Though I realized I hadn't met Sean's friends either at
this point.

We chatted some more, but Charlie had to run as he was still at work.

It wasn't exactly the same as being back in our apartment together, but it
was good to have a friend I could talk to.

*****

It helped my mood a lot when Sean came up in mid October. He drove up on a
Saturday afternoon and met me after my shift was over.

Our previous two times together we'd been impatient to have sex and I
wondered if this time would be the same. But he texted me to see if I
wanted to meet him at a bar in downtown Norfolk.

I had on my work uniform of khakis with a red knit polo with the store
logo. I didn't want to waste time going home to change, so in my car, I
peeled off the polo and put on a T-shirt instead - one of my older, faded
Orioles T-shirts that showed off my body pretty well. As an added surprise
for Sean, I'd also worn a jock that day under my khakis. I put on my worn
UVA ball cap over my curling hair and started the car to make my way
downtown.

In the back of my head I was a little nervous about the possibility of
running into someone I knew, but I figured I could say Sean was one of
Dad's military friends visiting from out of town.

I found the brew house that Sean had suggested, one I'd passed but never
entered. It was a bit early for the bar to be packed, but a number of
people were starting to fill the place. Taking a quick scan, it wasn't hard
to spot the 6'5" mountain of military muscle in a sweatshirt, sitting at a
lonely hightop facing away from the entrance. Sean was waiting with a pint
already, watching some college football on the big-screen TV.

A month or so of not seeing Sean made me even more excited to see him in
the flesh, and he looked as incredible as ever as I caught his reflection
in the large wall mirror. The lines on his cheeks and the crows feet at his
eyes only made him that much more handsome. And by the day-length scruff on
his jawline, I knew it was the weekend.

He must have noticed me in a mirror reflection as well, because he turned
in his seat as I approached. His ruggedly handsome face lit up with a
crooked smile, and his normally hard brown eyes brightened at seeing
me. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Hot Stuff," he growled as he stood and
pulled me into a warm hug. Our embrace was quick, but I still took the
chance to inhale the woodsy cologne along with a scent that was just Sean.

"You, too, Sean," I beamed as I reluctantly broke our embrace and sat on
the hightop stool next to his. "Man, it's great to see you." I held my
stare, looking into his face for just a second as we smiled at each other,
our eyes silently communicating that intense, mutual attraction.

Sean looked up and down my body quickly and back up to my face. "Hope
you're up for a fun night," he said in a low growl as he brought his pint
to his lips.

"Fuck yes," I smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't want to get right to the
fun," I admitted.

He grinned. "I'm a romantic fucker, don't ya know, Jim?" he said with a
wink before signaling to the bartender to come over for my order.

In short order, I had a frosty pint in front of me. Sean and I sat angled
in to face one another, close enough to talk over the buzz of the bar
crowd.

My new boyfriend was in a fun mood, and it was rubbing off on me big
time. I laughed, and yeah, I felt my cock getting a little hard sitting
there next to him.

Nervously, I looked up at the screen. "You rooting for anyone?" I asked.

Sean was wearing a well-worn, Army hooded sweatshirt, and he lifted it up
with one hand to reveal a snug white T-shirt underneath with the Georgia G
logo on the chest. "Go Dawgs," he said in his booming voice.

I laughed, though I kind of wished I had more of a flash of his meaty body
beneath that sweatshirt.

"Game finished about ten minutes before you showed up," he explained. "I
got up here early to watch it."

"You been here all afternoon?" I asked with surprise.

"Guilty," he replied with a smirk. "I warned you, Jimmy.... us infantrymen
can drink ya under the table."

"Well, I'm behind," I said and took a good long sip of my beer before
signaling for a second pint. I had been a homebody pretty much since my
return, only meeting up with a few of my high school teammates a couple of
times. It felt good to let loose a little, and Sean was definitely the man
to let loose with.

"So," Sean started once my next beer arrived, his brown eyes darting at me
playfully and his lips curled at one corner. "Tell me everything going on
in the world of Jim McGrath."

"My world?" I laughed. Nothing much seemed interesting with me at the
moment.

He looked at me, his eyes getting deep as he lowered his voice to a quiet
growl. "God you got a sexy laugh. But yeah, I wanna know what you're doing
up here all on your lonesome."

"All right," I said. He listened intently as I told him how work was going,
but I mostly talked about the adjustment I was having to being back in
Norfolk now that I was graduated. "It's the same place, I guess," I
explained as I shrugged. "But it feels like I'm in a different place in my
life now."

"You are," Sean said matter-of-factly. He paused for a second and
continued. "Maybe it's not exactly the same, but it's kind of like when I
go on deployment. Especially now. I come back changed, and there's that
tough adjustment when you realize everyone else has changed, too. They
didn't stop living their lives just because you left."

"Damn, Sean." I didn't mean to be disrespectful in the least, but the
heaviness of his situation hit me. I don't know if I'd have that mental
strength to pick up and leave halfway around the world, like him, or Dad,
or Jack, and now Matt.

He gave me a grin, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Part of the life I
chose, Jim. The first couple of times it bugged me... a lot. But I was
almost 30 before I decided I could resent people, or I could live my life
to the best."

"That's cool."

The man leaned back. "Here I ask you what's going on with you, and I
fucking interrupt you," he said.

"I like hearing about your experience," I admitted. So far, my main frame
of reference for military life was from Dad. Growing up, I didn't have a
good perspective of what deployment was like for him, but I remember me and
all my brothers writing him letters whenever he went out to sea on long
deployments. Mom would encourage me to write about everything so Dad could
stay connected to family life... my little league games, my first day of
school, my first homerun. I'm guessing Sean didn't get that.

I took a quick sip of beer. "So... I guess I haven't asked you, but how
long do you have before your next deployment?"

"Not sure," he explained, his expression growing more
serious. "Particularly with the war going on. Even as the Command Sergeant
Major of a Battalion, I still gotta wait for orders to come down from
Brigade." He seemed to respond to my own serious facial expression by
softening his tone and body language. "But it should be a good 9 months
dwell time at least." He took a sip of his beer. "I won't lie, Jimmy, it's
nice to have my feet on American soil for a while."

"I bet," I said.

He filled me in on some of the daily routine of dwell time... training,
preparation, range days, Airborne ops, days long field training. It sounded
like a lot of grueling infantry work, but maybe with more of that
psychological recovery time from combat making it easier. At least my job
ended by 6.

We made small talk and his eye contact got heavier. I blushed at it. I
mean, I was looking at him intently, too, taking in his strong jaw and
older, masculine features and military buzzed cut hair that all pushed my
buttons big time. But I felt like a canary in a cage and Sean was the
tomcat eyeing me up as his meal.

Sean's mannerisms were working on my libido as well, and I found myself
wanting to feel his body close, closer than what was allowed in a downtown
bar. Dusk had turned full on dark outside, the bar lighting made Sean's
handsome looks somehow a little older looking, more mature. The bar was
closer to full now, but Sean and I were still relatively secluded at our
high top.

"We haven't talked about our past," he said at last.

"We haven't," I admitted. "But I have been curious."

He leaned in. Thankfully we had enough privacy to have this
conversation. "When we met, I knew you weren't green. But once I had that
first blowjob, I knew you had some real experience, Hot Stuff."

I felt both proud and embarrassed as I chuckled and blushed. "Sexually. But
not so much otherwise," I explained.

He nodded, maybe not too surprised. "You ever date a guy?"

I nodded. "Just once. Not real long-term, though. I guess playing
ball... and wanting to go pro... I've had to keep things under wraps."

"I get that," Sean chimed in. "In the military, you find ways to live with
'Don't Ask, Don't Tell,' you can't be as open as you'd like."

"Have you dated lots of guys?" I asked. I felt it was a dumb question. Sean
was 43, so he surely had a good deal of experience. That said, maybe the
military kept him from exploring relationships.

"My share," he said. "Had a couple of long-term boyfriends, one in my mid
20s, and a guy I dated pretty seriously until about 4 years ago."

"Damn," I muttered. "Sorry, Sean..."

He laughed. "What do you have to be sorry about? Jeff and I grew apart. It
sucks, but it happens. We probably stayed together two years longer than we
should have, just because it was convenient."

"Convenient how?" I asked. Then added, quickly, "Fuck, I'm being nosy."

He patted me on the leg under the tabletop to reassure me. "It's all good,
Hot Stuff. I was gonna make some crack about how having a live-in hole to
fuck was convenient... but I'll put it out there... Being with an Army man
is real fucking tough on a civilian. Not gonna sugar coat it."

"What's tough?" I asked. Maybe Sean was trying to warn me, and my first
reaction was to be defensive. At that moment, though, I decided I'd listen.

"Me not being there. 18-hour days, 4-day FTXs... list goes on, and
especially deployments. Not to mention the psychological bullshit on top of
it. Sometimes I'd be there, but not there mentally, you know?"

I wasn't sure if Sean was talking about PTSD or something more general. I
decided not to pry. "So, what... they break up with you?" I didn't mean it
to sound callous, but it seemed like a boyfriend should be understanding.

He flashed a smile. "Eh, sometimes I'm the heartbreaker. A lot of times,
actually."

"Sounds like you're preparing to break up with me," I said cautiously. I
was nervous to bring it up, but at this point I wanted to know if that's
what was on his mind.

"We just started dating, Hot Stuff," Sean laughed. "So no, I'm not breaking
things off." He leaned back, his tall, muscular body looking big in that
high top chair. "I normally don't have this conversation so early, but you
seemed curious about my history."

"Fair enough," I said.

He asked me more about my dating life, and I gave him the short version of
me and Greg. Something about his candor made me feel I could be open with
him. "I dunno, Sean, I think I realized that sexual chemistry is really
important to me. I felt like I was stupid or something for prioritizing
that, but maybe that's how I'm wired."

"Jimmy boy, it's not dumb. It's probably the smartest thing I've heard you
say. Lots of guys take years to figure that out."

"So it's important to you, too?" I asked.

"Not important," he said. "A requirement."

A worrying thought crossed my mind, but I stayed silent.

"You thinking about the `topping' argument aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded. "Fuck, Sean, I don't know what to say."

He leaned in and grinned. "I've been giving it some thought, too, Hot
Stuff. And, well, I'm not gonna bottom, but maybe we can figure out a
compromise."

I perked up at the idea. "Compromise, how?"

He dropped his voice. "How `bout this visit, and the next, we take fucking
off the table, for either of us. Short of that, you can do what you like."
His voice got a sexy growl. Then, as if he had a following doubt, he added,
"Within reason."

I laughed. My mind started racing overtime thinking of the
possibilities. "Damn," I hissed. "Can't wait." I even squirmed just a bit
in my seat as my cock began boning up in my work khakis.

If we hadn't ordered food, we probably would have gone off at that
moment. But our meal arrived, and we both must have been starving because
we wolfed it down.

After dinner we went back to Sean's hotel room. The first thing he did was
peel off his sweatshirt and set it down over a chair. The snug white
t-shirt he had on underneath clung to his muscled frame, showcasing the
bulk in his chest and arms, and I could even make out the ridged outline of
his dogtags plastered to pecs.

Sanding in the middle of the room in the dim light, I didn't know what kind
of approach to expect from the man. Slow and romantic, or hard and
fast. But as he grinned and stepped up to me, I could tell something more
sensual was on his mind. His hands latched onto my flank as he pulled me in
gently for a kiss. I took off my cap, tossing it onto the same chair before
leaning into his taller frame. My lips sought his, my tongue slipping into
his mouth as my hands slid around his back. Soft and deep, this was Sean
Carter kissing at its best. Lots of tongue but not impetuous - the
smoothness a contrast to his thick 5-o'clock shadow. For all my experience,
I was still learning techniques for sex and for making out. I was now
copying every bit of Sean's initiative and trying to match his incredibly
erotic approach.

My cock was quickly thickened in my khakis, filling out my jock. And as
Sean pulled me tighter against him, I could feel the growing mound in
Sean's groin.

We stood face to face and made out as Sean's large hands traveled under my
shirt and up my lats in a smooth caress as I ventured to touch his firm
midsection with my own hands. I knew Sean was a hunk, but our absences had
made me almost forget just how rockhard and toned his furry muscle was. He
had one of those builds that was big but not quite bodybuilder huge as the
man's muscle still managed to feel compact. Some of it was the difference
between a Soldier's brawn and an athlete's, each used regularly but in
different ways. But some of it was age, the way that his mass just felt
denser than mine.

Sean had a big smile when we finally broke our kiss with a soft
smack. "Damn, Hot Stuff, I missed that."

"Me too," I said, giddy with a crushed-out lust.

"So..." my boyfriend said, bringing up the plan that was clearly on his
mind. "No fucking this visit... tell me what you want to do, stud."

"I can think of a couple of things," I smirked, stepping even closer,
rising up to push my hard crotch into Sean's.

"Yeah?" he growled. His hands slid down my backside to grip my round
ass. "Like what?"

"A couple of things," I said, keeping our lips close. "I... I'd love to
fuck your face." It gave me a rush to say that outloud. If Sean was going
to be top dog when it came to anal, I figured I could assert myself orally.

He winced. "Dude, your dick is crazy big...." he paused, checking his
impulse. "All right, I promised to give it a try. What else?"

I felt my heart pound as my fingers dug into his back. "I want to rim you."
If I couldn't fuck Sean Carter's perfect ass at least I could eat him out.

"Yeah, my Jimmy's an ass man?" Sean let go of one of my ass cheeks,
slipping one hand around my waist and reaching down to cup my
crotch. Feeling his palm on the shank of hardon in my khakis made me
glad. Like it wasn't gonna be all about me servicing that NCO cock.

I nodded. "I could almost come eating a guy out."

Sean smiled then raised his eyebrow. "No funny business, though, right?" I
could see that he was worried I'd try to weasel my way into topping him.

"How about a finger?" I pleaded. I figured I could enjoy pushing the
envelope a little.

"All right, one finger," Sean growled in mock negotiation. He stepped back
from me, letting go of my ass before he peeled off his T-shirt in one
smooth go. Goddamn, he was magnificent, every inch of him. Thick heavy
muscle, but not too rigid in his bulk - the way his muscles moved showed a
lithe, flexible quality. Fine dark hair splayed over his chest and around
his nips, then covered the middle of his cobblestone abs and led down under
the waistband of his jeans.

As much as I enjoyed watching Sean strip for me, I think I liked his gaze
on my body even more as I peeled off my Orioles T-shirt and kicked off my
sneakers. I may not have had Sean's bulk, but I was in great shape, my
fairer skin and light coating of fine blond body fuzz a contrast to Sean's
hairier and more olive complexion.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sean growled, undoing his jeans. "You got a body
that won't quit."

"You like it?" I prompted, flexing my muscle some. Yeah, I was eating up
his lust for me.

He nodded, a hungry look on his handsome face. "You're really making me
regret my no-fucking pledge."

"I'm holding you to it," I smiled, enjoying the playful banter, but also
wanting to make sure he wasn't gonna go back on his promise to make this
visit about my needs.

"I'm a man of my word," he smirked, and I watched him peel his jeans off
his waist and down his hard thighs. He'd gone commando, and a nice piece of
hard, 7-inch Army cock stuck out straight from his hairy crotch. I got a
shiver as I realized that dick was familiar to me now, though our absence
from each other over the last month and a half meant the dick seemed bigger
than my memory. It was easy to compare Sean's endowment to mine and find it
shorter and with less girth. But not by much: Sean Carter was easily better
hung than most men I'd been with. Especially considering how rough the man
could be... all in all, his size was big, but not too much for me to
handle.

Since my attention had been on his pulsing cock, I'd half forgotten I'd
worn a jock strap beneath my work clothes that day, just for him. It was
just one of my simple white ones - a pair of thin blue stripes running
along the center of the thick waistband as the pouch looked full and heavy
with my hardening 8-inch cock. But as I peeled off my khakis, I got treated
to Sean's surprised reaction. "Whoa...!" he hissed, clearly loving what he
saw.

I half turned, as if to model the strap for him and show off my bod. I let
him see how the smaller twin straps hugged and framed each round cheek of
my ass. "I thought you might like it," I said with a grin.

The Soldier stepped up to me, his rough hands feeling me up along my bare
sides as my own hands touched his hips. I felt his hardon nudge against my
abs, smearing a little precum on my light belly fur. We stood face to face,
smirking some, we were both so excited to have this alone time together
again.

"Damn straight, I like it. I fucking love straps... and you look amazing in
one." He pulled back, his hands on my hips twisting me a bit while he
looked to the side for a better view.

"I swear this is your scene, Jim," he said. "But can I at least get a
touch?"

I nodded and turned away from him, presenting my backside. Almost
immediately his hands were on me, warm against the cooler skin of my ass
cheek. I grinned to myself as I felt his thick fingers explore my exposed
buns, circling around my butt brawn almost lovingly before he finally,
maybe reluctantly, stepped back. Smirking, Sean circled around me, and I
watched as he got up on the bed, on all fours. Just seeing his strapping
6'5" military-honed body in that position made my hardon surge out of the
elastic pouch in my jock pouch.

I got up on the bed behind him, slowly running my hands up his knotted
thick calves and then his outer thighs. I loved how full his leg hair was,
not overly furry I suppose, but it was clear that I was with an older man
who had the body hair to show for it. My hands eventually reached and
cupped his hard buns. That dark fur covered much of his ass and got thicker
before it disappeared into his crack. I outright gulped when Sean spread
his legs for me, his hairy cheeks parting and giving me a better view of
his pink pucker, ringed with dark brown hair.

"So you never been fucked, Chief?" I asked as I crouched down for a closer
view, I held Sean's heavily muscled glutes in each hand, pulling the man's
ass open to reveal his hole. Unable to resist, I moved my face between his
buns and gave Sean's ring a quick swipe with the tip of the tongue. I
moaned some, to myself as much as anything.

His large body twitched a little, and when I pulled back I saw him looking
back at me with a challenging expression. "Never have, never will," he
asserted.

I felt a little rebuked, but it was my own fault for bringing it up. "Well,
let me eat your hole, then," I said. And turned my attention back to his
ass.

I pulled him apart once more and dug my fingers into his furry cleft. I
brought my lips back to his hole. My licks were exploratory at first. I let
my tongue flick along the rim, only lapping at his hole furtively. Maybe I
was worried Sean would get spooked from ass play that was too
assertive. After a few minutes of soft, gentle licking, I gave some soft
kisses with my lips, and there was something wonderfully erotic about that
to me. I pulled back and took in the view. Sean's hole was now wetted down,
the dark hairs ringing his hole now wet and plastered to his skin with
spit, and his puckered entrance now glistened.

Sean Carter had the ass of a tall man. Defined glutes that were hard and
more functional in their shape than round. "Um, you been rimmed before,
Sean?" I asked, finally looking back up at him.

"You're not the first to lick me, Hot Stuff," he said, looking back at
me. "Go ahead," he urged.

I had the CSM's permission. Gripping his hard glutes, I pulled his ass back
open and dove my face right in. The hairs of his ass brushed against my
smoother cheeks, and I remember the warm heat radiating from his body. His
muscled buns were snug against my jaw as I finally full-on kissed his
hole. My tongue then lashed out to lick at his tightly-sealed entrance. I
moaned into his ass, my fingers digging into the muscled mounds of his
glutes.

I fluttered my tongue against his pucker before pressing forward to see if
I could work my tongue tip into his ring. I wedged my face in further and
locked my lips around his hole. Pressing the hardened tip of my tongue
forward, I began eating out my Army top boyfriend. His hole opened for me,
but only enough for my pliable oral muscle to dip in. His vice grip kicked
in around my tongue. Sean was tight all right, very much a cherry hole. But
that idea turned me on.

I closed my eyes and began eating Sean's hole. Jack Grant had introduced me
to the act, and I was remembering how much I loved giving as well as
receiving when it came to rimjobs, especially Sean's. I began munching in
earnest, sucking at Sean's ring with my lips and licking and flicking at it
with my tongue. Sometimes pushing with my tongue, sometimes sucking more. I
ate him and held on tightly to that hard army ass.

Sean overpowered my hold and pulled away from me to lie flat on the bed. I
was actually breathing heavily and my own spit dripped on my chin. I
thought maybe he'd had enough or wanted a break, but then he hiked his butt
up for me. Once his cheeks parted for me to see the spit-wet state of his
crack, I took the hint and followed him down onto my belly, my hands
resuming their place on his buns as my lips and tongue reunited with his
hole. I resumed rimming him.

"God, that feels nice, Jimmy," he grunted, his deep voice a contrast to his
sexual excitement as I my tongue flicked and dipped at his hole. "Get up in
there, buddy."

I did as the Sergeant Major requested, and Sean's sphincter even relaxed
some for my licking, drilling tongue. Some.

I was getting turned on now, big time. I pulled back, breaking the kiss
with his hole. My heart pounded in excitement as I watched that pucker wink
a little, covered in my spit. Carefully, I brought my index finger up to
Sean's hole and teased around the ring. I pulled back and spit some on my
finger. This wasn't gonna be an outright finger fuck, but I wanted to take
advantage of the permission I had to explore.

"I'm going in, Chief," I said quietly as I put my finger back and nudged
the folds. I could sense Sean's body tense some. It was beautiful to see
his ass and back muscles tighten, but I hoped he'd be able to relax. I dug
in a little, working my way in past the tightness. "Don't worry,
Sean.... I'm not gonna go far."

"All right," I heard. He was being game for this. I didn't know if he found
the fingering unpleasant, but I suspected he was still worried I was using
this to go for more. I pulled back enough to spit on his hole again, right
where his sphincter constricted around the tip of my digit. Then I spit
again. The slickness helped and I was able to work a good inch and a half,
in and out, down to my middle knuckle. I was mesmerized as I watched his
hole dilate then squeeze, imagining it was my cock instead entering his
cherry.

Sean let out a hiss of air, but didn't say anything. I didn't extend the
fingering, but I wanted to enjoy this moment before I finally figured that
was enough. Besides, I was turned on like crazy and eager to get off.

I slipped my finger from the vice grip of hole and gave a light pat to his
ass, before I reached down and pushed my jockstrap all the way down my
thighs with an almost angry tug, then worked my legs out of them before
crawling up toward the headboard. My 8-inch cock was rock hard and
dripping, and in need of attention as I gripped the base, angling it down
towards Sean's face and lips.

"Suck me, Chief," I ordered as I wiped off my chin with the back of my
hand. If Sean wasn't gonna give up his hole, I was gonna at least play top
dog for this session.

The Soldier turned on his side, facing me, and looking up before he reached
up to massage my bone with his strong fingers. "You better fucking be
careful with this monster," he grunted. Bossy Sean.

"Just suck me, Sean," I hissed, exasperated.

He nodded and wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft, pausing like
he was preparing to do a high dive. Then he leaned forward and pulled my
prick toward his mouth. I bit my lip and watched Sean lick the head,
lapping up my sap before opening his jaw around the fat head. Sean's mouth
was full, with my cockhead wedged between his tongue and the roof of his
mouth. He grumbled around my dick as he pulled another inch between his
lips.

Sean sucked dick better than I expected him to. He held onto and stroked
the fat base as he dutifully worked my wide head. I let him drive as he
began a slow bob, making my cock ride the roof of his mouth. Slowly he
rocked as more and more of my prick slid into his warm mouth. Once he got
used to my girth, he actually sucked me pretty vigorously, slurping a good
four inches of meat in and out of his strained mouth with a steady cadence
as he focused on his suckjob.

I had my hands on my gently rocking hips, looking down to watch the
glistening shaft of my cock dip and and out from between Sean's stretched
and stubbled lips. His fist milked the rest of my shaft as I felt the cum
begin to boil in my nuts, not erupting into ejaculation, but feeling
closer. I moaned, telling Sean how close I was. Guiding my right hand to
the top of Sean's head, I could feel the soft bristle of his buzzcut
against my palms and between my fingers. Just the whiskery feel was almost
enough to get me off.

I gave a soft thrust into Sean's mouth, and in response the man emitted a
muffled groan before he looked up at me. The action caught him off guard,
but he nodded, letting me know it was OK. So I went at it. Both hands on
his head, my thumbs at his temples and my fingers clinging to the back of
his scalp, I held on to Sean's head and shallowly fucked his face. I made
sure not to go too deep, only letting the head of my cock tap the back of
his mouth, making Sean gag just a bit. But I worked his mouth with faster
strokes, eager to build the stimulation into a well-deserved nut.

And, God, it was insanely hot to be in charge with him. To hold his skull
and fuck his mouth. Sean let out deep wet groans, and I could feel his spit
roll down the underside of my shaft, lubricating his stroking fist. My
girth made the ride snugger than it might have been with a normal sized
dick, and the fact that I could get this seasoned senior, infantry NCO to
take it was driving me to orgasm, fast.

"Oh fuck, Sean," I gasped, my hips now pumping in a good rhythm, not too
hard, not too soft. "I'm gonna cum..."

I felt more than heard him moan around my cock, and that sensation was
enough to push me over the edge. My hips froze and my cock immediately
began to pulse between Sean's lips as I fired off heavy into his
gullet. The Soldier sucked down my seed as his fist milked my shaft. I let
my moans draw out, my hand still clutching his skull as my dick delivered
five or six full spurts before my cum eased to a trickle. I may have gone a
little rougher in the heat of orgasm, but Sean took it OK. He made a show
of licking off the excess saliva from my prick and leaking cum from the tip
before pulling off. I pulled my hips back to draw my deflating cock out of
his mouth.

"Think you can return the favor, Hot Stuff?" he grunted, cum still making
his voice thick in its deepness as he wiped the spittle off his lips. The
man rolled onto his back and showed off a 7-inch hardon that was twitching
and leaking.

I nodded. "Gladly," I said, sated but still eager to reciprocate. I crawled
back onto the bed and got between his spread legs, taking his shaft in hand
and giving it a few slow strokes. I decided I wasn't going to work him up
slowly. Sean needed to get off, and I was going to be the man to get him
off.

Sean looked down at me in almost a desperate plea, reaching down to run his
fingers through my short blond hair. I angled the head of his prick to my
mouth, tongue-bathing his swollen glans, lapping up all his salty sap
before wrapping my lips around the flared corona as my tongue flicked at
the tip. Sean immediately hissed, pulling my bangs back as his other hand
gently guided my head down onto his meat. I took a couple of slower,
shallower bobs to get that Army dick wet, then I went for the kill. Holding
his hard shaft, I swallowed Sean with long deep mouth strokes, working the
entrance of my throat around his cock head. Tightening around him on each
outward bob, I aimed for the right amount of suction. With my left hand I
fondled his tightening hairy balls while my right twisted gently along his
base. My eyes began to water as I suppressed my gag reflex. I swallowed his
thick cock head over and over, riding that ridge of my throat entrance as I
felt Sean's hips begin tense and his pull on my hair tighten.

"Holy shit!" Sean cried. The man gripped my head and hair as he began to
shallowly thrust into my mouth, and in turn, into my throat. It wasn't
completely comfortable, but I wanted his cum. He let out a cry again and
wasn't being quiet either, and I hoped we weren't making too much noise in
the hotel room. It didn't matter, because the man wasn't going to last
long.

"Unnngh!" I heard, and like that, Sean's cock was spurting into my mouth,
filling my craw and coating my tongue with heavy blasts of thick, salty
seed. I hummed around his cock as I did my best to siphon his load. I
suckled on the spewing head and felt the tube in his shaft pulse in my fist
as he unloaded each round. I loved his taste, I decided. It was pure Sean:
masculine and bracing, with a softer side that revealed itself
eventually. I savored his cum, then swallowed it down as I more gently
worked his rod to milk out the last drops.

"Goddang," he bellowed when I pulled off. "You are TOO fucking good at
that, Jim." His muscle body gave a visible shiver of sexual
aftershocks. "Fuck!"

I scooted up the bed and his body for a kiss, which was as soft now. We
tasted lingering hints of each other's cum on our tongues. His arms wrapped
around my waist and my legs mingled with his, and his body felt warm
against mine.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" I finally asked as I pulled my lips
from his, my arms wrapping around his neck while I felt his hands run up my
back.

"You got one hell of a battering ram," Sean grinned as he reached down to
cup my ass and push my hips, and my still firm cock, against his. "But you
showed admirable restraint."

"Good," I said. "I wanna do that again some time." I gave him quick peck on
his stubbled lips

"It was hot," he admitted. Then with a smirk, he changed the subject. "So
I'm 'Chief,' now, huh?"

I nodded. "I needed a nickname for you, too. Sean. I dunno, Chief just
seems to fit." Only later would Sean point out that the equivalent of a
Sergeant Major in the Navy is a Master Chief. Then, I just knew, I was
drawn to the feel of the term for him.

"Chief it is, then," he replied, brushing my hair back before turning out
of my embrace to look at the clock.

"Getting tired?" I asked.

"A little," he said. "You able to sleep over, Jim?"

"Oh yeah," I answered.

I used the spare hotel-provided toothbrush and got ready. Since I hadn't
packed anything for an overnight stay, I decided to sleep naked, like
Sean. Sean did his before-bed routine as I settled in between the sheets. I
loved the fact of being naked with Sean, even after the sex, and I was
thrilled to see him strut out in the buff in nothing but his dogtags, his
meaty cock swinging soft now as he got under the covers next to me. He
pulled me close.

"I missed this, Chief," I said, now chest-to-chest as I brushed my fingers
along his stubbly jaw. "I hope that's not too clingy a thing to say."

He smirked and reached down to run the backs of his fingers up my abs,
sending goosebumps along my flesh. "I missed this too, Hot Stuff."



****

Even after that weekend had passed, I was in a good mood. I knew the
bottoming argument would still be an issue, but I felt Sean was at least
willing to find other ways to make me happy sexually.

And the phone sessions helped. We hadn't managed to keep up the once-a-day
phone sex, but it now averaged every two or three days.

I eventually felt comfortable revealing more of my deeper desires to him. I
hadn't really planned it, but the conversation just developed as he called
me one evening after a gap in our talks. Sean's Army duties had him busier
than normal that week, and we were overdue. I'd just gotten done with my
shift, walking in the front door with my gym bag still on my shoulder when
my phone went off in my pocket.

"Hiya Hot Stuff," Sean's voice bellowed when I picked up. I heard a door
shutting and other sounds that suggested he was done with his work day. I
could almost see him setting down his keys as he took off his beret.

"Hey Chief," I greeted. I'd just got home from my shift as well. "Just
getting back from base?"

"You got it," Sean said. "Thought I'd hit you up for some hot phone." I
could practically see his smiling leer through the phone.

"Don't cut to the chase, do you?" I laughed.

"Fuck no," the guy growled playfully. "I've been worked up all afternoon
thinking of one of your prize blowjobs."

"Well, let me get settled," I said.

"Yep," Sean said. And I suspected he was doing something similar to me as I
walked upstairs to my room, dropped my gym bag on the floor and fished out
my trusty lube. I knew I wouldn't have this privacy soon when Dad returned
from his deployment in a few weeks. With my free right hand I reached down
and undid my work khakis, slipping them down and then peeling my underwear
off over my growing, fat cock. I kicked off my shoes and plopped on the
mattress in just my socks and red work polo.

"All right, Chief... what were we talking about?" I joked as I gripped my
dick, stroking it to full hardness.

"You sucking my cock, kiddo.... working me to a nice, hard cum," he
added. I could tell from his voice he was already stroking. Probably still
in full uniform.

"You know I miss that dick, Sean," I said, relishing the excitement of
talking aloud about sex and my fantasies with the guy.

"You better," he grunted. "I want to experience that talented deepthroat
again. Goddamn..."

"You will, Chief. Promise." My own hand was working my rigid bone now. Not
too fast but slowly picking up the pace and enjoying the pleasure of
masturbating with Sean's deep, gruff voice in my ear.

"How'd you get to be so good at it, Jim?" he asked.

"You really asking?" I replied. Not sure how much he wanted sex talk.

"Yeah, I'm really askin'." His statement was blunt and hearing his Southern
accent got me going.

"I had a fuck buddy in college, he ended up becoming one of my friends."

"Charlie?" Sean asked. We'd talked a lot by phone and emailed a lot about
our lives by now. The strange thing about the long distance thing was how
the names we heard weren't yet connected to real people. But Sean knew
Charlie was not only my best friend, but my only gay close friend.

"Yeah, Charlie," I said. I'd taken my hand off my dick. I was still hard,
but maybe the vibe shifted some. "I don't know if I should be telling you
this," I said.

"You can trust me, Jim. But it's your call. You said you were interested in
sharing our past some."

I nodded. He was right. "Well, don't ever tell him I told you... but
Charlie is really good at blowjobs. He loves it, and it's his thing. And, I
dunno... I asked him to show me how he does it."

"Your secret is safe with me." Then, his voice getting hornier, he added,
"You know, you took me by surprise that first time you showed off your
skills."

"I'm glad, Sean."

"How would you show them off for me now?" he asked. Sean was really good at
phone talk, reminding us of the moment and the connection we had, even at a
distance.

My response was horny in tone, almost raspy. "I'd lick that amazing cock of
yours, Chief.... get it nice and wet."

"Like a dog on a bone, huh?" Instinctively, I knew his fist was working
dick faster, and my own had resumed its stroke.

"Something like that. Wetting you down before I went down on you. Like on
that hike."

"You were so nervous, kiddo. That was hot," Sean said.

"You like pushing me, don't you?" I asked.

"You know I do. I think you like it, too, kiddo."

"I do," I asserted. "I loved going all the way down on you out there in the
open."

"Fuck... you get turned on by Daddy's cock, huh?"

I remembered what my Navy Vet fuck buddy, Brian, told me. That I shouldn't
be afraid to go for what I want. "Actually, 'Dad' turns me on more than
'Daddy'," I told him.

"Is that right?" Sean growled. "Da-yum that's hot."

"Yeah?" I asked. Glad he was receptive to the idea.

"Deep throating your dad... showing him his boy can take a dick."

"Yessir," I grunted. I was getting closer and Sean's indulgence of my kink
was getting there.

"I know we've been exploring other things, Jimmy," I heard his deep voice
say. "But you want Dad to fuck you again?"

Holy crap, those words were hard wired to my balls. In two seconds, I felt
my cock twitch and jerk in my fist. I was cumming, all of a sudden. I let
out a choked cry and felt jets of sperm fire out onto my uniform polo
shirt. Somewhere, mid orgasm, I heard Sean's own excitement crest.

"You cumming, Jim?" he asked. "Hell yes," he growled and then I heard the
telltale sounds of his climax. I loved hearing Sean cum, there was
something deeply primal about that sound.

"Damn... I needed that," he finally said after we took a second to clean
up.

"Long day?" I asked, amused some now that the rush to release was past.

"And how," he replied. "...How's things up in Norfolk?" His tone was coming
back to normal Sean.

"Work is picking up. Nothing much to report." I was wiping down, and I
sensed Sean was doing the same on his end.

"They're not working you too hard, are they?" he said.

"Nah," I said. "Probably better than being bored."

"Listen..." Sean said, "I know you have work, but I have plans to catch the
Army-Navy game again this year with a few buddies. If you're free, you're
welcome to join."

"When is it?" I asked. I knew it was always soon after Thanksgiving.

"December second, in Philly. Saturday. Maybe I'll go up to New York a day
or so early."

The reality was sinking. I wanted time with my boyfriend, but it didn't
seem practical.

"I'll check, Sean. But I think that might be tough for me. That's going to
be a weekend in the prime retail month." I was all of a sudden feeling sad
this might not work. The phone sex was great, but it wasn't the same as
being together.

"I wasn't sure, Jim," he said, gamely. "Just thought I'd ask."

"Yeah." I was now in a funk of a mood. "Man..." I exclaimed. "It'd be great
to see you."

"We will find a time, Hot Stuff. Work comes first, but we will. Maybe after
the holidays..."

"Yeah," I said.

Then, with a gentle chuckle he switched subjects. "So... the dad-son thing,
huh?"

"Just something to add to the mix," I said. "If you're up for it."

"I think you know I'm up for it, Son," he teased. Just hearing him say that
had my dick jerking a little stiff again. "Listen... I'm gonna get some
grub, Jim. But thanks for sharing that."

"Trust me, the pleasure is mine, Chief," I said. "Have a good night....
Talk to you later."