Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 22:05:59 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 19 Naval Tradition Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. This tale has taken me a while to spin out. Some of the details are off, but I plan to fix them with a revised complete story when it's all done. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive, or check out my tumblr: drakestories.tumblr.com. Naval Tradition 19 Charlottesville, Spring and Summer 2003 Spring Semester, Freshman Year *** One of the things that's great but also frustrating about dorm life is having a roommate. It was awesome having Tim as my roomie. We're two guys who wouldn't have ended up as friends otherwise but we got along great. I think he got a kick out of having the jock roommate, since his friends were generally art majors and fit the part. I credited him with giving me a model for balancing college fun with seriousness. Tim wouldn't hesitate to stay in on a weekend night if he had a paper to write The one thing that sucked was the lack of privacy. I have a pretty keyed up sex drive and it seemed to be getting more intense throughout my freshman year. It could be hard to find a time for a nice stroke off session, even, and Holt and I had to be careful when and where we met up for sex. Holt and I had plans to room together in a house off campus that summer and next year. For now, I was walking around campus in a frequent state of sexual frustration. So when Tim told me he was going home for the weekend to do laundry and catch up with his folks, I was inwardly elated. Holt was out of town, too, but I could take advantage of a nice long edge session, maybe with multiple cums. I hadn't had one of those in a while. So Friday afternoon I got home from class and took a nice hot shower, enjoying the feel of soapy hands on my increasingly built and hair-dusted body. I'd put on more muscle lifting during the off season, but playing baseball had kept me toned. I had the musculature typical for a college baseball player but unlike some of the guys, I kept my natural beefy bulk in check by watching what I ate and drank and fitting in extra cardio. I started to chub out anticipating my masturbation session, so I knew it was time to shut off the water and get back to my room before I was throwing hard. Back in my room, I peeled off my towel and fired up my computer. Like every dude, I had a stash of porn, and I had started curating a folder of my favorites. THere was one that was my favorite lately, a built guy in his 20s, young looking, with a clean-cut jock look but probably five to ten years older than me. He was smooth, mostly, with a dusting of light brown fuzz on his abs, leading to his hairy crotch. His cock was nice, but even better was the sight of his spread furry legs, showing off a tight pucker. My cock was boned, full on, now. I stroked it slowly, gently, enough to work it up to even firmer horniess, but not in a rush to go anywhere. Best part of having the room to myself. I wondered what it would be like to have a bottom dude like this guy on a regular basis, to be able to unload in him every night. I had to admit Eric was every bit as hot, with a trimmer stomach and more muscular back and shoulder than this guy. My dick was leaking now. I clicked on another pic and enlarged it. A football coach at my university. I'd seen his picture online and saved it. He was dressed in shorts and a snug T-shirt. Coach Stan Ferguson. I smoothed the leaking clear sap dripping from my pissslit and lubed up my thick cock with it. "I wanna fuck you, Coach," I muttered aloud, relishing the freedom to do so. I spoke again, louder. "I wanna bone your hairy daddy ass and shoot you full of my jizz." My hand was working my prick faster and I felt the familiar start of telltale orgasm contractions. Immediately, I let go, letting my rod jerk and sway from my crotch. My nuts tingled as I ran my callused fingers along the sensitive sac. "Bet you'd like that, huh, Stan?" More sap dripped out. I opened another man. Burlier, barrel chested, thinning hair, dark complected. Huge cock erect but almost weighed down by its size. He leaned back in his bed, legs spread, almost beckoning me to come sit on his lap, ease myself down on that monster. I stroked myself once more, and once more I was on ejaculation's doorstep within a couple of minutes, so stopped. "Fuck," I growled, frustrated as hell but loving the long self-pleasuring session. "I'd come so hard on your chest, sir." I though of him pumping into me, lifting me up I though of Uncle Jack's officer fuckbuddy. Captain Bill Henson. I'd met him only briefly but I remembered my initial impressions. His strong, stocky build, his strong handshake, his penetrating stare that made my skin break out in goosepimples as I remembered it. The Captain wanted to fuck me, wanted to manhandle me. Jack had said he could get a little rough, but I wasn't sure what that meant. I knew at heart Uncle Jack would't go for anything too crazy, but I wasn't sure how far those guys went. It thrilled me and scared me to think about it. I picked up the phone and scrolled through my contacts. Uncle Jack. "Only one way to find out," I sighed and held my thumb over the dial button. But I didn't press, my heart was racing in nervousness. I wanted to but was afraid. I bit my lip and put my phone back down. My cock quivered in heat. I clicked on my computer again. I pulled open another folder. One of Dad. Snapshots we had and some official Navy portraits of him in his uniform from a few years back. "I want to suck your dick, Dad," I whispered now. "I want your big fucking cock shooting in my mouth." I barely touched my dick, just a little tug, and hot white seed spurted all over me, from my chin and neck down the valley between my pecs and pooling on my stomach. The sperm kept coming as I felt an intense relief. I felt a little guilty, now coming down from orgasm and staring at an enlarged picture of my father, in his dress white and officer's cap. But I was still horny and knew I'd be working up another load within the hour. I leaned back and let the cool air dry the cum on my body as I clicked through more pictures in my folder. *** Fortunately, I had another encounter that let me work out some of my daddy fetish in a healthier way. It was a warm spring weekend, and I was downtown shopping for a present for my brother Matt's birthday. I was going up to Annapolis to see him the following weekend, before we both got too busy with finals. I almost didn't notice him, at first glance he looked like a million fathers who came to visit their kids. Polo shirt tucked into his khaki shorts, dad sneakers with footie socks. A good solid build that showed he was athletic in his day and probably kept up at the gym and cardio but not as regularly as he'd liked. Great biceps, amazing forearms. Better than a dad bod but not as toned as a magazine model, in other words. His body was worth looking at but it was his looks that were extraordinary. Incredibly handsome with perfect features of a movie or TV star. Hazel eyes, perfect teeth, hair cut in a conservative businessman cut, the temples showing full-on gray that contrasted with the darker salt and pepper of his top. And he was looking at me. Watching me, as I walked down the street. He was sitting on a bench, and I could immediately tell he was waiting for someone shopping, probably his wife. I walked closer and damned if our eye contact didn't get heavier. It was beyond belief that this married dad would be scoping me out this way, but I could tell from the shy expression on his face it was like he couldn't help himself. I could relate. Grab the bull by the horns, right? I did a gutsy move. Walking right up to him, I nodded at the open part of the bench. "Anyone sitting here?" I asked. That shocked him. "Um, no," he said. "Go ahead." I plopped next to him, nonchalant but looking his way often enough to let him know I was interested. After a little cat and mouse with our eyes, he finally chuckled. "Didn't expect this today," he whispered. "You done this before?" I asked, not specifying but I had a pretty good idea we were on the same page. It was like that guy Dan told me the first time I sucked dick, you can just tell sometimes, by the way men look for one another. This man nodded sheepishly. "Fraid so. It's been a while, though. I've tried to be good." I looked around. Nothing suspicious about sitting here. "Think you can get away?" I asked in a quiet voice. He smiled and pulled out his phone, speed dialing. God, he was handsome. "Hey hon.... Think you can meet me in about thirty minutes? I want to walk around campus, stretch my legs a bit. Nah, no rush, take your time. See you soon." I was starting to chub up with excitement. This was a dream daddy and he was mine for the next half hour. I gave Tim a quick text to see if he was in (he wasn't) and asked if he could give me a little privacy. "Room's all yours, Cassanova," my roommate teased. I thought College Dad would be freaked out about coming up to a freshman dorm room for sex, but I realized as I unlocked my door and felt his presence close behind me that he got off on the idea. Our kiss was hot and heavy. I don't know if married dudes kiss better, but this one really knew how to kiss. Like Jack Grant good. Our bodies pressed against one another and I felt College Dad's hand cup my crotch. He moaned, excited to feel my cock press into his palm, and he massaged the hardness, working me to a more fevered pitch. I was curious about the wood he was throwing, but I wanted to take my time feeling up his muscle... his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his back. Then I felt his fingers grip my zipper and pull down. I helped him out with the button and all of a sudden my shorts fell to the floor. I'd gone commando that day and my prick landed in his hand, which greedily wrapped around my stalk. "Goddamn," he hissed pulling back from our kiss. "You're a big boy." "I've been told," I said, a little proud. "You like 'em big?" "Fuck yeah, though I don't think I've ever seen one this large." He ran his fingers up and down the length, as if he was weighing in his mind what to do with it. "I'm a little out of practice," he warned as he knelt down and started licking me. College Dad was just the sort of guy I'd like to press my luck with, to see if I could fuck him. Since coming to UVA I had lived on a steady diet of Bulldozer's BJs but he only rarely bent over for me. I missed anal sex, and if I had to choose would give an edge of preference to fucking over sucking or getting sucked. Something more intense, harder about it. More manly. But I had no idea if this married dude would go for that. Besides, we didn't have a lot of time to play with and I knew this blowjob was gonna get me off good. Daddy may have been out of practice, but he still knew his way around a cock, particularly for a married man. He settled into place and I got off looking down on his submissive position, my fingers running through his full salt-and-pepper hair. It wasn't rushed but it wasn't slow either. Just textbook steady cocksucking. Head bobbing occasional tongue play, nice suction. I thought of Dad, my father, what it would be like to have him suck me for a change. It was like a testosterone rush flooded my veins, and my nuts drew up, a signal to College Dad to double his efforts. Which made me orgasm. It had been a week since sex with Dad and I'd only had the chance to jerk off only once since. College Dad was getting a good, hefty load, which made him sputter and cough a little bit, but he drank it gratefully as he jerked his own dick to completion. We caught our breath and smiled as we came to. College Dad stood up and gave me a nice happy kiss. "That was awesome, stud. Blew my mind you'd be up for that." "I could say the same thing about you, man," I said, giving him a brief hug. "Hot suburban dad. You push so many of my buttons it's insane." I think he felt a little guilty now that the reality of his adultery sank in but he still ate up the flattery. I took the fact he wasn't darting out the door to take a chance. I pulled out a pad and pen and scribbled my name and number on it. "I don't expect anything, but if you're ever up in the area and can get free..." "Don't think I can, stud," he said, responsibility returning. "But thanks." Maybe to humor me, he folded the slip and slid into his wallet. "You were awesome." *** I held to my promise to Dad and made it home that May and June, but every time I went back home was emotionally crazy for me. Highs and lows all at once. I did meet Alli, she was great for Dad, I had to admit. Pretty, good-natured and smart, she brought out his fun side beneath his serious exterior. She was at least ten years younger than him, and I wondered if she was looking for a man to have kids with. She was in her mid to late 30s, which probably meant that she and Dad would marry and I'd have at least another sibling on the way. Or she'd dump him in a few months, if he didn't dump her first. I'm sure Dad would figure it out, but it was a little weird to think about having another mom. And then I felt bad for having such selfish thoughts. I could practically hear Dad's admonishing voice in my head, "I raised you to be better than that, Slugger." And he did, but I'm not sure I was the being the man he'd want me to be. On the plus side, summer was great. It was when I finally started coming out of my shell. Eric had gone back home, but we kept in touch. Hanging out with Holt was great and not only for the blowjobs. He loved to party and UVA in the summer time was a smaller scene and a community of its own. It was easy to meet people in the more laid-back vibe and I made a ton of friends. I had a job and fit in tons of time for strength training and conditioning runs, but on the weekends we'd inevitably be at one party of another. The one thing that I missed was sex. I mean, I got a couple of Bulldozer specials a week, usually in the wee hours of the morning as I woke up to find Charlie in my bed blowing me before he went off to his summer landscaping job. If anything he'd gotten better at it, and it never took me long to let loose and unload in his mouth, as he groaned and greedily slurped my fresh seed down. He'd head off to work and I'd sleep in more. But we really were just roommates first and fuck buds second. There was zero sexual tension between us, just a mutual arrangement that didn't get in the way of Charlie's active sex life or his occasional dates with women. It was one hot July evening when Holt asked me about it. We were smoking a joint before he got ready for his date. "We need to get you a man, McGrath," he said. "What? A boyfriend?" I asked. "Not sure I'm ready for that." Charlie knew my closeted status and how it made me guarded. "A good lay, then. As much as I enjoy sucking your bad boy, don't tell me that's enough to take the edge off." I shrugged my shoulders. He had me there. "I really miss fucking a guy," I admitted. "You know, the kind of guy you can really go to town on." "When was the last time?" It took me a while to think. Eric had gone home two months prior, and I'd boned him the night before he left... "Too damn long if you gotta think about it," Charlie answered taking in a toke. I was about to reply when my phone rang. I answered. "Is this Jim? Mike here, Mike Newall. We met a few months ago. I was up in town visiting and..." I could tell he was too nervous to continue but I immediately placed the voice. The college dad who'd sucked me back in the spring. "Mike, sir, good to hear from you. What's going on?" "Well, I'm heading up to Charlottesville this evening. Gotta drop my daughter off for her RA duty, but I'm free after dinner. Was wondering..." Man, for a guy who had no qualms calling up a 19 year old for sex, this middle-aged dude sure was a shy one. "Sounds awesome. Any place you wanna meet? I got an apartment off campus if you want to come over. My roommate will be out." I could hear the excitement and satisfaction in his voice. "Sounds great, Jim. Just tell me where and I'll swing by around 8." I hung up, excited as a kid at Christmas. Charlie grinned. "Don't tell me you just got a date." "Yeah, speak of the devil. The McGrath dry spell is about over," I said. "Though College Dad doesn't know he's bottoming yet." I normally didn't talk like a douche, but it was great to be able to be open about stuff like this with Holt. He did the same with me, talked about his conquests. "A daddy huh? You into older dudes?" "Not always," I replied, "but yeah I really like older guys. They kind of do it for me." "You're a man of surprises McGrath." He lit up the joint and passed it to me. *** I don't know that I'd ever been on an honest to God real date, but I got ready like I was. Showered, shaved, put product in my hair. I thought of getting dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans but then thought the guy probably got off on my body. Why not let him see it? I pulled out my navy Cavs practice shorts, the ones Holt liked me to wear. I figured if they were Bulldozer approved, then Mr. Newall would probably approve too. I examined myself in the mirror. "You're so getting laid, McGrath," I said to my reflection. I was in prime shape. I had muscled jock bulk, but also had trimmed up from my running and swimming over the summer. My biceps were particularly nice from my summer workouts: round and powerful knots of muscle that popped yet still were in proportion to the rest of my bulk. My chest hairs were starting to come in, along with a good treasure trail hinting to my hairy crotch, but otherwise my upper body was smooth, with just a layer of light blond fuzz on the tan muscle. Already I was throwing hard in my shorts, anticipating boning this DILF. College Dad came at 8 o clock on the dot. I sauntered over to the door, feeling sexual and confident as hell. The look on his face as I opened the door was priceless. Turned on, surprised, almost ecstatic. "Hey," he said, his eyes raking over me. "You look amazing." "Come in," I said, and the minute the door was closed I leaned in to kiss him. He may have been shy but he went with the flow and was definitely anticipating this. "I've been thinking about you," he said, "since last time." "Yeah? I'm flattered." His hands came up to touch my chest. His fingers felt great. "You got an incredible body. You look like a jock." "I am," I said. "Cavs Baseball. 2nd base." "Fuck!" he whispered. "Walking wet dream." With that his mouth met mine again and we made out. I think he was impatient, hopefully he wasn't short on time. I hadn't asked him how long he had. But he seemed eager to cut to the chase, pulling my shorts down and grabbing my dick, like that first time we'd hooked up. "And this," he said, excitedly. "Huge dicked stud. Been thinking about sucking that cock." What is it about married guys with repressed desires? This guy was hot to trot. "We alone? I want to suck you off bad." "Sounds great, sir," I said. "Only..." No way to bring this up but come right out and say it. "I was hoping to fuck you tonight. If you're up for it." He had a deer in the headlights look. "I tried that a few times with a fraternity brother, many years ago. Haven't done it since." "I'll go real easy on you, Mike," I said, running my hands along the back of his T-shirt. "I'll make you feel real good." I could see a million doubts battling in his head, but he looked down and examined my prick throbbing in his palm. I hadn't laid down any conditions for him but he was acting like I'd given him an ultimatum. "Let's just to the bedroom and take it slow. See what comes." "Sounds good to me, sir." I left just one bed lamp on, set low, so my room was lit enough for us to explore each other's bodies. I watched excitedly as College Dad stripped. He was looking particularly fit, and as he dropped his shorts he announced, "You inspired me to get back in shape. I've lost ten pounds, actually." "Your body is perfect," I said. "Really. No pressure, honest, but I'd be honored to fuck a man as hot as you." Flattery gets you far, because Newall practically pounced on me, and we writhed around on my bed excitedly. It was awesome to be able to take my time with this older hunk, since a lot of my sex has been shorter BJs or quick fuck sessions. "I forgot to ask," I said, stroking his strong back. "How long you got?" He grinned wickedly. "As long as I'm back sometime tonight, I'm good." He bit his lip as if was unsure of something. "And, well maybe I can make an excuse to stay up in Charlottesville the night." "I'd like that," I said. "A lot." That made him smile. We made out. Mike sucked my cock for a while, and I sucked him. "Can't believe you're blowing me," he said, almost hyperventilating. I made sure he didn't come though, with a slow pace and a lot of tongue worship, paying attention to the spot where his scrotum met his groin. He had an average sized cock but that was perfect to me. I tongued his balls which about drove him wild, making him writhe on the bed. I wondered how he'd take what came next. "Flip over," I ordered. By now he was excited to comply and I dove in, rimming his hairy daddy ass while my hands gripped his meaty butt cheeks for leverage. "Oh fuck!" He growled. I got the feeling College Dad had never had anyone eat him out. Or his rimmers had never done him right. His ass bucked, at least as much as possible as I held his butt steady, leading him to writhe his upper body and grip the sheets. My tongue drilled deeper, probing all around the insides of his pucker. His words had become a litany of moans as I treated him to the best rim job I knew how to give. I was a little out of practice but I loved doing this and resolved I needed to do it more. I could have done it longer but my dick was feeling neglected. I kissed up the center of his back until my body rested on his. He turned his head and our lips met. "That was incredible," he said. "There's more," I said. I didn't want to give him an easy out, so I was going to put saying no on him. Fortunately he was silent as he watched me lean over and reach in my drawer for the trusty lubricant. With one hand I flipped open the lid and brought it to his ass. His body shivered as I squeezed a heavy shot of cool liquid on his ass trench, and the wetness had barely touched his rosebud before my index finger joined it, circling the rim patiently and slowly, ever slowly pushing in. College Dad hissed. I held still before circling my finger a bit and pressing inward. The man was tight as you'd expect and fire-hot inside. I withdrew my finger and reinserted it, getting the man used to the process of penetration. I could feel him relax a little, and I ventured with a second finger. The elastic hole squeezed against my digits but he gave no sound this time but rather lay his head down on the pillow and let me explore. "You really are a baseball player, aren't you?" he asked, his firm body humping back up into mine "Yessir," I growled. "Fuck," he growled and shut his eyes and relaxed a little. I'm real thick, I know, so I waited until I could get three and finally four fingers in his hole before I slicked up my dick for the main event. I thought of letting Newall take another position, but he looked so incredibly hot face down and ass up that I couldn't resist mounting him from behind. "I love your body," I moaned as I stretched on top of him, my cock wedging into the now stretched entrance. His back was hard and muscular and I guessed he swam regularly for exercise, it was just so toned. I didn't shove in but applied steady pressure, getting steadier until it plopped inside. "God you're so big," he hissed. "I love it." I placed my hands on his, pressing down gently as I slid more in. After the first few inches his ass didn't put up a fight and I found myself all the way inside. "You good, Mike?" I asked, tongue in his ear. "I can't believe it, but yeah, I'm good. Got a baseball jock fucking me, huh?" "Yes, sir." I replied. "I wanted to fuck you the first day I saw you." He moaned at that. His butt writhed a little against my crotch. "Take you back to my room and pull down your shorts and fuck you like a dog." Maybe that was too much but College Dad really bucked his ass back against me now. Clearly he was getting used to my cock inside him. Carefully but insistently I pulled back and pushed my dick inside him. Warm, snug ass against my bone felt incredible. "You like this sir? Like this baseball jock fucking you silly?" "God yeah," he moaned. I don't think he realized how good he'd feel or how much he wanted this. "Fuck my married ass." I was thrusting hard and regular now. "It's the best, sir. So fucking tight. Feels virgin." Again, the sight of his salt and pepper hair along the back of his head drove me wild. This guy was old enough to be my dad and the knowledge made me fuck harder. "Practically is. I bet you go around popping married guys cherries..." Other than his words, he talked like an ordinary suburban dad. "Jesus, man," I hissed now working up speed. Eliciting another groan or two from Mr. Newall. "I can't believe I let you talk me into taking that monster cock." He bucked his butt back faster, making me have to respond with extra power in my glutes to keep buried in. "You're gonna make me cum," he finally said, which made me pound him harder. Sure enough I was treated to the amazing reverberating sounds of a forty-something man having his first anal orgasm. I was five strokes behind, since I now felt no need to hold off. My bare cock fired its shots into his guts excitedly, repeatedly. I collapsed on his back when I was done, completely spent. Our breaths were synched now and when I regained consciousness I gave his shoulder blades a quick kiss then rolled off. Mike rolled to his side, his hairy front streaked with his own seed, though that paled to the amount of sperm soaking my bedsheets. "Wow," he said. "I wasn't expecting that. You made me see fireworks, kiddo." I smiled, running my knuckles softly through his spermy stomach fur, speckled with stray gray hairs. "That's the best sex I've had in a while, sir." We kissed, slowly this time. Something was on his mind. "You go for older men, don't you?" he asked as we lay there, savoring the postcoital moment. "Yeah," I answered. "Especially if they're as hot as you. That bother you?" I sat up, hoping I'd not pissed him off. "I wouldn't have minded a few more experiences like this when I was younger," he said. "But I'll take 'em when I can get them." "I'm hoping we can have a few more of 'em before you have to leave tomorrow," I said. Our lips touched, then our tongues and again we were making out face to face, not in a rush for round two but happy knowing it was going to happen.