Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2017 13:04:30 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition, ch. 22 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. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive, or check out my tumblr: drakestories.tumblr.com. Naval Tradition 22 Annapolis, Spring 2004 End of sophomore year I guess after the highs of a week with Dad at Spring Break, the comedown was going to be hard. And sure enough, it had been tough, real tough, getting back to school. I mean, I was in a real funk after Spring Break. Deep down I knew it couldn't last, this thing that Dad and I had going on. I knew I had to get back to some kind of real life. School, baseball, hanging with my friends.... normal life. But normal in a more profound way. You know, not being a incestuous pervert. I made an effort not to ignore my father. We talked every weekend on the phone and it was great. Dad and I were a little guarded, maybe, but not distant. I made sure not to shut him out this time. After a few weeks it got to the point where I could have a conversation with him without my heart pounding or a lump forming in my throat. I knew it would take time, but I also knew things would get back to normal between us. I still thought of him, sexually, a lot. Reliving our Mexico experiences in my head as I jerked my dick two, three, even four times a day. Damn, I missed Dad something awful. As before I threw myself into school and ball. So for the six solid weeks, my head was just in improving my game and building a solid work ethic. I was sexually on edge but not really looking for a lay. I even blew off Holt on his BJ offers, and I think the break did us some good as friends. The saving grace was that I had recovered from my injury fully and was back to playing. Coach T was being conservative about easing me into the lineup, and that was OK. I was back playing ball, and I was happy. By May I knew I was ready to see Dad face to face again. It was Matt's commissioning week from the Academy, and I'd gone up for the week, meeting Dad. We were sharing a hotel room, which was I was OK with. Dad acted non-sexual with me and I did the same. I felt proud of myself. At least for 24 hours. Now, here I was watching young male bodies writhing in the warm spring sun. About fifty or sixty or more shirtless plebes piled up in makeshift pyramid formation, hugging the greased Herndon monument in what was one of the famed rituals of the Naval Academy. I'd heard about it all my life, from Dad and from growing up in a Navy town. But I'd never seen it till now. It was hard not to feel the excitement and emotion that came with watching the tradition play out in front of me. And no small amount of entertainment. A big hose sprayed the greased up obelisk making the makeshift piles of your male flesh topple down before they built up, like worker ants. So yeah, I was kind of turned on. It's funny, I'm around athletic guys on my team all the time. I see them in the locker or in hotels on occasional travel. But for me that's compartmentalized. There are guys on the team who are hot but they're buds first and foremost. Maybe it was all a defense mechanism, a way of being safe. I wondered what it would be like to be here at the Academy, if I'd find these guys hot or they'd be like my baseball buddies. My brother Matt didn't share many details but I got the sense he fooled around with a couple of guys here at Academy. There was one, Reggie, a tall, lean handsome cappuccino-skinned classmate who Matt introduced as a friend but I kept thinking more was going on between them. And the way Reggie's hands were now playfully clasping Matt's shoulders as we all watched felt, I don't know, intimate beyond buddy closeness. Or maybe my mind was on sex. Two months without getting laid made me primed and ready for something to happen. I looked over at Dad. He wore a baseball cap on his head and was dressed in one of his bright golf shirts, the thin material laying on the broad shoulder and chest muscle and showing a hint of a middle-aged belly. He'd put on weight since Spring Break, not a lot but I noticed. I couldn't be sure but his arms looked bigger and harder, like he'd been working them out, and his shoulders were equally hard. I felt like I'd memorized every detail of his body and could conjure a visual image at will. I had many times, jerking off alone in my room. Now, with him in a few feet away from me, I felt like my memory didn't do my father justice. Commander Robert McGrath was as perfect of a man as I could dream of, and the fact he'd raised me in his image, along with three other McGrath boys, somehow made me admire him even more as a masculine role model. He was clearly having a blast revisiting the rituals of Commissioning Week and seeing Matt finish up at Academy. He was laughing and smiling wide as he watched the cadets do their climb. He'd laugh at each mishap then cheer on the plebes as they piled up, dedicated to their task. Then it occurred to me: fuck, Dad's lusting after these guys, too. I mean, why shouldn't he? But the idea sent a million emotions through my head. Emotions I thought I was too mature to have. Jealousy, competitiveness, rebellion. "You think that beefy one's gonna make it?" It was Jack Grant's voice snapping me out of my thoughts. He'd come over to the Academy for Matt's commissioning week, and his presence was like kerosene on my smoldering young libido. We'd exchanged knowing glances that first day in Annapolis, and some more furtive looks the next. I knew I need to tamp down the attraction I was having to Dad's longtime best friend, but with Jack's and my past experience the possibility was hard to ignore. Particularly with him standing right next me, his mellow voice filling my ear. Innocent, surreptitious flirting was quickly turning into a mutual game. Jack to see what he could get away with while my Dad was yards away. Me playing out some fucked-up internal psychodrama of getting back at Dad with his best friend. "No way," I said. "Too big. They'll need someone lean like Matt." Sure enough the beefy plebe toppled down the pyramid of greased Naval Academy flesh as another plebe, leaner and tauter, readied to take his place. Just then, I felt Jack's fingers touch my hand gently. In a way that wasn't noticeable to anyone as out of the ordinary but was full of suggestion. Then his voice, soft in whisper, "I'd love to see you up there Jimbo." Fuck! Uncle Jack was gonna make me bone up and I definitely didn't want that. Not with Dad and Matt and Matt's buddy Reggie right there. The fucker had a sly grin on his face, too. I nervously glanced over at Dad. He was intently watching the Climb. Lusting after those dudes. My fingers brushed back against Jack's, and I heard a soft, barely audible, "fuck yeah, Jim." My breath was heavy, and I did my best to gain my composure. Uncle Jack had a knowing look on his face, but I could tell he was trying to make sure Dad didn't notice anything going on between us. His fingers touched me again, caressing the back of my hand teasingly. I boned up for real this time, embarrassed but unable to control myself. At least all eyes were on the monument. The crowd was distracted by the final ascent of the successful plebe putting his cap on the top of monument. "I'm starving," Dad said after the conclusion of the event. "What do you say we grab some lunch?" I broke away from Jack, but I felt hot inside. **** I groaned as Lt. Grant's hands gripped the hem of my shirt and slipped it up over me. We had about an hour to ourselves as Dad and Matt went to one of the events. "Fuck!" Jack growled, his mouth crashing against mine as my fingers worked at undoing his shorts. I could tell the man was insanely hard right then. Given my state, I couldn't blame him. I was pretty horny, too. His fingers felt good against my exposed chest. It had been about two month since I came back from Mexico and stubble was really coming in on my chest and abs where Dad had shaved me. "You've bulked up since last time," he said, excitedly, his hands now openly caressing me. I flexed my muscle for him and he rewarded me with a gentle squeeze of my pectoral. "Oh yeah, baseball's made you into a big boy all right." I'd lost some of the extra padding I'd put on over winter but still carried some additional bulk from the weight training during the offseason and my injury. I was self-conscious about not being trim any more, but for now I lived with it. I figured a few extra pounds hardly bothered me on other men, so maybe there were guys into my body as is. The Lieutenant seemed fine with my size. I smiled and pushed his shorts down. He'd gone commando and I felt the hardness of his prick poke against my belly, a kiss of wetness signaling his desire. He lifted my right arm and dove in, licking my pit, with some thicker blond hairs that were sprouting in. Deftly, his fingers were working on my shorts now. He came up for air, a look of naughty lust on his face before he crashed his mouth against mine. Jack pushed down my shorts and gripped my cheeks assertively. I thought what he'd told me last time we hooked up, how he wondered if I was going to want to top. But feeling his prodding fingers, letting me know he wanted his cock inside me, I was eager. It was a quick one. Not rushed maybe, but we knew we'd bought an hour of time and had little to waste. The Lieutenant guided me back on the bed and lifted my legs. His rim job felt fantastic, and the steady precision licking of my pucker fused with the thoughts I'd been having all day. I got maybe a five minute treatment of his oral skill before he leaned upright and scooted forward. He'd somehow lubed up, and we both groaned as I slowly got stuffed with raw rock-hard naval officer cock, with his powerful finely-tuned late 30-something body above me. "Oh, Jimbo," he hissed, looking down at me intently, right into my eyes as he pushed deep inside of me. "Fuck me Uncle Jack," I urged, and my words inspired a good steady shove inward, making my dick jump in excitement. The months of self-denial, sexual and emotional, since Spring Break burst like a dam and I felt horny beyond belief. Happy to be taken on Jack's hotel bed. He was worked up too, pounding me with hard steady strokes, less loving, more powerful than the times he'd done me before. "I'm fucking you behind your dad's back," he grunted, clearly turned on by the idea. "Just like you took my virginity, sir," I said, my own pleasure building in our fuck. "I keep thinking about that night." "Yeah?" Jack's nostrils were flaring and his muscles in full hard flex and getting dewy with sweat as he used his strength to fuck me. "Fuck yeah. You. Opening me up. Prepping me. Popping my cherry." I could feel a pre-spurt of cum spray from my dick and I couldn't help but grab my cock and start stroking in rhythm to Lt. Grant's in strokes. "Fuck!" The man growled as he unloaded in me. The very knowledge thrilled me but I wasn't quite there yet. As he caught his breath he leaned over me, push-up fashion, arms to my side, his face nearly hanging down as he regrouped his energy. "Sorry, Jim, I couldn't hold off." He leaned forward for a quick kiss, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "That was incredible. Anything I can do to get you off?" "I think it'll work better if I sit on it," I said, eager to change the angle and be in control. "You able to stay hard for a minute?" "For a couple of minutes," Jack nodded and hoisted me up as we levered ourselves back to our new position. God this man is handsome, I thought as my hands were now free to explore his chest and powerful shoulders as I bounced up and down on his erect spike. He wasn't as burly as Dad but he was Navy-built, that's for sure. Pure firm muscle kept in tip-top shape. I knew it wasn't right to get back at Dad or compensate for his absence with his best friend, but damnit the sex was scorching hot just then. I thought of my father watching me and Jack mate, and the idea sent me over the edge, heavy ropes of hot cum hosing Jack's hairy chest. "Damn," Jack finally swore as I eased myself off his spent cock. "Aren't you something, Jim McGrath..." "What about me?" I said through the post-fuck haze. I wasn't sure if Jack was mocking me or complimenting me. His hand reached up and ran along my smooth sweaty torso before reaching around my neck and pulling me to kiss him. Damn, Uncle Jack could kiss like no one else. He gave a final peck and leaned back, uncramping his legs that were pinned beneath my weight. "I just get a kick out of seeing a clean cut young man like you show off his wild streak." I felt like I was being challenged. "You've not seen wild, sir," I said, winking. His eyebrows raised. "Oh I haven't huh?" He swung his powerful body around so his spread legs rested off the mattress and casually, he pulled a kleenex to wipe the lube an cum from his spent dick. "What's Slugger's idea of wild then?" I stood up and tried to clench my asshole to keep the sperm from trickling out. It gave me a kick to see how Uncle Jack looked at me, even after sex. Lusty, appreciative, like he was assessing me. "I've had this fantasy of taking you and your Captain friend at the same time," I said. Jack's eyes widened. "A DP? Fuck!" "Oh god no. Not that wild!" I shook my head and laughed. "Just a threeway. Only you said the Captain was a little dominant in bed." I walked over to the sink and wetted a washcloth. Jack nodded. "A lot dominant. You into that, Slugger?" Surprise and maybe a little eagerness in his voice. I reached back and wiped the lubricant and jizz remnants from my crack. "I don't know," I confessed. "I keep thinking about it, wondering what that would be like. And I figured you wouldn't let some guy hurt you - or me. I figure if you were there.... you could, you know, look out for me." Very quickly the hypothetical fantasy was spelling itself out. The lieutenant nodded, trying to read my face to see if I was serious. "Come on, Jim, let's shower." It was a surprisingly romantic gesture, showering with this man I'd known all my life, our bodies so close under the spray, our hands lathering each other's muscle up, our lips meeting occasionally for kisses. I could feel Jack's cock firming up, not full-on erect but heavy pressed against my hip and butt. The feel made me bone again. Finally, his hand reached over my shoulder and turned off the water. "Hanson's in town for Commissioning Week," Jack said at last. "And he's actually a Rear Admiral now. Got promoted last month. If you're serious about this, he'd be thrilled." "Yeah?" I asked, grabbing a towel. My cock was rigid again. I felt like I could go for another bout of sex, but I knew we had to get back to meet Dad and Matt for dinner. "I'm a little nervous, Jack," I admitted, "but I really wanna try it." "We'll see," he said. I could tell he was feeling a little guilty about fucking me now. **** I expected the a threeway with Jack and the Rear Admiral was something that wasn't going to happen. But the stars seemed to be aligning. After breakfast, Dad got a call from Norfolk, which he had to take outside the restaurant. He sauntered back in, an annoyed look on his face. "I've got some work stuff to get to back home. Will you be OK entertaining yourself for the day? I'm not sure what your brother has planned." I told him sure, and at first I didn't even realize the implications, but by the time he drove me back to our hotel, the idea entered my head. I thought of texting Lt. Grant but figured that would be too risky. Instead I called him the minute Dad left. "I got the day free," I practically blurted out. "Dad's gone back to Norfolk." "I can't believe we're sneaking around like this," Jack said in the phone. "You must have a really low opinion of me." I was horny and a little impatient for one of the man's guilt trips. "My opinion of you went up yesterday. You throw a mean fuck." He laughed, like he was constantly caught off guard by my brazenness. "Well, you had me pretty worked up." "So..." I said. "We gonna meet up today? I mean, I wasn't sure if you could get free or would wanna..." "Yeah, I'll see when Bill is free and let you know." **** I showered up, a little excited and nervous at the prospect of a threeway that day. I put on some loose running shorts, commando, and a Virginia Baseball T that Holt jokingly called my "fuck me" shirt for the way it clung perfectly to every contour of my upper body. I'd barely gotten ready when my phone. It was Jack. "The Rear Admiral remembers you, all right. I've never heard a man so eager. He's coming to my hotel in 15." I told him I was on my way. I drove over and was a little nervous as I walked down the hallway to Jack's room. Part of me wanted to back out and just let Jack know I couldn't go through with it. I kept wondering how rough Bill Henson was going to be. Was I in over my head? I got up the courage and knocked. Jack Grant looked like a million bucks when he opened the door to let me in. He was dressed casual, with a beat-up polo and loose shorts. I'd met Bill Henson once before, three years earlier, but my memory of the man didn't do him justice. He sat in one of the hotel room chairs in full uniform, his cap resting on the table. As I entered the room, he stood up and stepped forward to offer his hand for a firm shake. Tight grip, steady grasp, which I did my best to return. "Bill Henson," he reintroduced himself to me, "good to see you again, son." He was a strong man with a sturdy, barrel chested build, the bulk and power unmistakeable, even in the uniform. "Jim McGrath. Great to see you again, too, sir." The deference came naturally, as we sized each other up. His brown eyes bore into mine lustfully and the man's straw-blond hair was going silver, a perfect combination. The Rear Admiral turned to Uncle Jack. "Fucking A, Jack, you weren't kidding. This stud's gotten hotter." Jack laughed and stepped up to us. "Hssn't he?" It felt weird to be appraised and talked about like that, as if I weren't there, but the men's appreciation was a real turn on. Henson once more looked me squarely straight on, hands on my shoulders. Then, speaking to me, he said, "Jack here says you've been looking for a more take-charge man." He had a mischievous glint in his eye and a toothy smile that almost wasn't a smile but a leer. I wasn't sure if was asking me for confirmation. "Yessir," I mumbled in reply. The man's large strong hand ran along my trap muscle, the fingers tracing a line to the back of my neck. "Don't worry, son," the navy officer said softly, reassuringly, as he leaned forward and kissed me. Like all of him, his tongue was really thick. It felt wonderfully intrusive as it pushed its way into my mouth. My hands touched his upper arms and I moaned into the kiss. By the time he pulled back, I was horny as fuck. This was gonna happen. Uncle Jack was by my side, a look of sexual excitement on his face. He leaned in for his kiss and I obliged. The kiss was smoother, more talented, more erotic. No one kisses as well as Uncle Jack. The rear admiral's hands were on my upper body, not impetuous, just slowly running his hands all along my chest and abdomen, then back up, as I made out with Jack. Then with Bill. then Jack again. It was like they had a plan for me, as they worked in tandem to remove my clothing. Silently, now, and with a sense of purpose, Jack pulled off my shirt, while Bill's hands gripped my shorts and peeled them down. Jack circled behind me and I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, exploring them and pulling them apart. Then his face pushed between them as he started to rim me. My dick surged superhard and I arched my back in unexpected pleasure. Rear Admiral Henson watched me intently. Then, his mouth was on me once more, with a kiss more passionate than the first. The man had a raw, natural take-charge sexual energy, but it was more than that. He was powerful in real life, and his rank fueled my fire. I reached out cautiously, wanting to touch his uniform but not wanting to be disrespectful. The man stood, legs apart and nodded his agreement. I shook as my fingers touched the USN-issued fabric, thick and soft at the same time. I ran my fingers up and down his lapel, being careful not to touch the decorations on his chest but lingering close as I admired them. The rear admiral smiled and gripped my wrist, pulling my hand roughly to his crotch, where a hard shaft stood up in the uniform trousers. His stare fixated even more firmly on me as my finger curled around the clothed cock, assessing its size. The Rear Admiral had a real fat dick. He unzipped and hauled it out. A rigid thick shaft that was as powerful as him. Leaking and insistent. With purpose he reached around my waist and nudged Jack's head, pulling him back from his rim job. Then pressing his hand on my shoulders he gestured me down. I followed, scrambling onto my knees and taking that hard officer cock in my mouth. I started to bob up and down on his erect cock but all of a sudden his hand wrapped around my skull and gripped me steadily. Holding me in place, he started to fuck himself and and out of my mouth as I stretched my jaw and relaxed my throat to accommodate him. He wasn't all the way in now, but i was struck by how much bigger endowed he seemed once in my mouth. It was all one wordless action and it was incredibly hot. I could hear Jack's heavy lusty breathing behind me and the wet smacking sounds of my spit as I tried to apply suctioning to the rear admiral's pistoning meat. Henson broke the silence with a simple word. "Breathe." It took me a second to register the command, but I sucked in a deep breath of air through my nose then blam! I had several fat veiny inches of hard middle-aged cock lodged in my throat. My gullet seized up and I did my best to fight down my gag reflex and adjust to his size. The man's left hand held me firm on his dick, while his right traced to the back on my neck to give my soft strokes of his fingers to encourage and reassure me. The combination drove me wild and I felt spurts of precum spit out from my own erection. Pretty quickly the excitement helped me take the rear admiral comfortably. Finally, when I felt I needed air, he pulled out, dangling his meat in front of me while I sucked in a couple of a gasps of breath. He gave me five, maybe ten seconds, then nudged his slick cockhead at the base of my lip, letting me know he was ready to enter again. I started to nod. Started, because a half-second into it that big fat prick jammed into my throat and I felt the man's grip on my head tighter this time. Tears strained down my face as I struggled, particular as the air in my lungs wanted replenishment. "Hang in there, Jim," I heard his voice direct me. So I did. Shut my eyes and stopped struggling. The officer pressed further, and my face was completely mashed against his pressed uniform. I didn't even register his sudden withdrawal but my lungs did, gasping automatically. The man took off his shoes, then his trousers, folding them neatly on the hotel chair. He shimmied out of his boxers and I could see the magnificent sight of his genitals, engorged with male excitement and with just the right amount of hair on his nutsac and crotch. I could even see the stray silver hairs coming in, like with the hair on his head. He stared at me, horny but not in a rush, as he stripped off the rest of his uniform. He wasn't a super hairy man but his burly chest had a nice coating of silvery blond hair. Best of all was his nice meaty chest, boasting two very wide dark-pink nipples that stretched across the bulk and muscle. He wasn't a muscle dad or magazine model but wasn't a bear type either. More of a big, densely built bull. Jack couldn't resist standing up to make out with the now nude officer. Jack had stripped down too and the men took a full minute to enjoy each other's bodies, hands roving over one another and tongues deeply locked. When they finally broke, Jack gave the man's meaty as an encouraging pat to send him back my way as Jack sat on the bed and watched, lazily stroking his cock. Nude now, the admiral seemed to have a bigger dick. Almost as wide as mine and definitely as long. He wasted no time now, pushing inside my mouth and fucking my throat. The preliminaries helped but it was still a struggle to relax completely getting taken like that. But it was like the man would read each point of resistance, then hold me steady as he pushed his cock right past it, holding still for a second as I grunted and choked and got used to it. All before speeding up his thrusts again. They got faster and harder, and then came another instroke, his balls squashed against my chin as he buried himself deep, real deep, in my gullet. I knew he was gonna cum, then, only he pulled back, huffing and excited. "I almost shot, son," he growled. I was so focused on learning how to take the admiral's treatment that I hadn't realized how turned on I was. I leaned back, cock twitching and dripping. "Me, too, sir," I said. The admiral grabbed my arms and hoisted me up. It was impressive the strength he had in his body. Quickly, he guided me over to the bed, where Jack was. Uncle Jack's cock was now lubed up and sticking straight out. "Sit on it," the rear admiral ordered, and dutifully I straddled the man who'd taken my cherry. After our fuck the previous day, his dick felt welcome and familiar popping back inside my ring. I gave a second to get used to the sensation, then sank down onto his lap. Jack's hands were caressing my smooth muscle affectionately. "Your body has gotten even better, Jim," he said between kisses. "I can't believe Slugger's all grown up." It was a nasty thing to say, and I half wondered if he'd lusted after me when I was younger. But any thoughts I had were pushed out by the thrust of his hips. Fucking into me now, possessing me for the second day in a row. It felt right with Jack, comfortable yet intensely sexual. He seemed to get even better at reading me, of knowing when to go deep and when to go slow. His hands touching just the right spots as he dicked me. He rolled us over, taking charge now, fucking me in full view of the admiral. Bill Henson's hands were on me now, too, rubbing my torso next to Jack's. "Load that boy up, Grant." He scooted down to lie next to me and pulled me in a commanding kiss that had my breath going short. Between that and Jack's pistoning dick, I wasn't gonna last long. Fortunately, I felt the Lieutenant's body grow tense and his sighs turn to telltale grunts. The man was getting off deep inside me. It was wild to see him cum with his focus more on another man than on me. His conditioned body relaxed for a minute, then he straightened back up and pulled out of me, a look of satisfaction on his face. The admiral was next. He put my calves on his meaty shoulders and scooted forward, nudging my wet, freshly fucked pucker with his thick battering ram. The man's thick cock was leaking like crazy as he nudged the first half inch into the indentation created by an anus that hadn't fully closed up. Then, all of a sudden, I felt his firm hands hold my chest down in a strongarmed lock as seven fat inches of Navy officer cock barreled their way into me in one fell swoop. "Motherfuck...!" I started to yell, only the top's large hand covered my mouth. "Easy, boy," he said softly. "Daddy's in charge here." Then again, his cock pounded into me. It hurt but felt exquisite too, and my dick was still rockhard, wanting to shoot to bad. I started licking the palm of his hand. It was a shameless thing to do I suppose but it was an almost instinctual response. The man smiled lewdly and removed his hand, but not before teasing me with a thumb thrust in my mouth. "You gonna be a good boy? Be quiet?" I nodded yes. That made him happy. He pinned my arms up over my head and I felt the full bulk of his meaty figure on top of mine. Fucking me steady and hard. It was intense, but I was getting used to it. The roughness and the girth of his thrusts. Just then, I heard the shower start. Jack was no longer with us but was in the bathroom adjacent. The admiral was unbelievably going harder on me. The amount of power in his hips and glutes was incredible. Both the force and speed. I wanted to hold on to him, to hold myself steady through the onslaught, but his grip on my wrists was tighter, more domineering. I couldn't do anything more than whimper and take it. The sounds of my now opened hole were sloshy with Uncle Jack's seed, being whipped to a froth by the superior officer's bigger cock. All of a sudden his thrusts stopped. I took a deep inhale, grateful for the relief, but soon he pounded in. Slower but deeper and harder somehow. Tears were running down my eyes, I couldn't help it. But I wanted to brave this out. To prove I could do it. It was a challenge I needed to rise to, my own Herndon climb. The admiral looked down on me, his brown eyes piercing my lusty gaze. I wanted to badly to touch his hairy meaty chest, to feel him. But he held me immobile as he picked up speed again, working into a fuck crescendo. I looked over and Jack was out of the shower, toweling his perfect body as he watched us mate. At one particular rough thrust, my eyes involuntarily shut in a grimace before I sucked in a deep breath. "Christ, don't hurt him," Jack said after a particularly brutal fuck thrust that elicited an involuntary grunt from me. "He can take it," the admiral rebuked him. "Isn't that right boy?" I nodded. "Yessir." Brave but not as sure as I'd like to be. The burly man was getting back into his groove, sweat forming on his thick beefy muscle as he was back in full rut. "Lieutenant, get me my cap." Jack walked across the room, out of my sightline. He walked back, and I could see his dick growing hard again as he watched us, a look of intense curiosity on his face. He had Henson's white uniform combination cap in hand. "Put it on me," the admiral ordered, and I practically gasped as Jack placed the cap on the man's head. It was a reminder of the power and rank and experience of the man fucking me. This man outranked my dad, and that added fuel to my fire. Rear Admiral Henson pounded away nude except for that gleaming white cap, and I was turned on like crazy. "Daddy knows what his boy wants," he growled starting rapid jackrabbit thrusts into my ass. That did it. I spewed everywhere. Liquid seed sprayed my torso, my neck and my face. The ejaculation must have gripped the man's cock tighter, cause he growled his own cry of orgasm and came, his powerful body growing rigid and elongated. I felt waves of sperm shoot inside me, next to the lieutenant's. I think I expected a little tenderness post-fuck, but the man was all business, pulling out and padding to the shower, removing his cap and placing it aside. I felt embarrassed now, like I'd let Jack see a part of my desire I hadn't wanted him to. He looked at me with a knowing look but didn't say anything as he handed me a damp towel to wipe off. "You OK, Jim?" Maybe a little nervous the Admiral had gotten out of hand. "You said you wanted to try, see what it was like." "Yeah, I'm good," I assured him, trying to gather the strength in my legs to stand up. I took a few deep breaths to keep from going light headed. My asshole throbbed like mad, and it probably would for the next day or two, after that beating. "You weren't kidding though," I added, "the man's intense." After the admiral I showered off and I when I was done, both Jack and Bill were dressed in their uniforms, ready to go to the day's events. Both looked incredibly handsome, and I'm sure if I wasn't so fucked out, my cock would have responded to the masculine sight in front of me. The admiral thrust out his arm for a handshake, all business like once more. "Hope our paths cross again, son. You're one hell of a trooper." "Thanks, sir." This was surreal shaking hands like this, but somehow you didn't question a man like this. Not one of his rank. Jack ushered him out as I got dressed. "You sure you're fine, Jim?" "I'm glad I did it, Jack," I replied. He nodded, glad to hear me say that but not sure if he believed me. "Listen, Jim. We gotta cool it the rest of the week. If your dad found out... I've been one hell of a schmuck." I liked Uncle Jack. Admired him and loved him in a way, even. He was family even if we weren't really related. But I realized I hated his guilt mode. Like he wasn't gonna man up for his choices. Or maybe I was just feeling tired and guilty myself. However, I replied. "I understand, sir. I think that's taken care of me for a while." I gave him a friendly wink. Even if he pissed me off, he'd given me one hell of a threesome just now. I couldn't deny him that. An experience that I'd never forget. He gave me a friendly clap on the shoulder as he showed me to the door. We said bye, me standing in the hallway, him ready to shut the door and all of a sudden he was quiet as he looked me up and down. "You're really so much like him, you know." Then, silently he shut the door.