Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2018 19:43:02 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 26

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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26
Charlottesville and Norfolk
Summer 2005


I got a kick out of seeing Holt in a blazer and tie, dressed up for his
graduation. His parents and younger sister were in town, and they took me,
Rich, and Holt out for a steak dinner to celebrate.

I had been hanging more with Charlie and Rich and it was great to see them
interact as a couple. Not schmoopy or lovey-dovey but, I don't know, almost
intimate with one another, close emotionally as well as physically. They
usually stayed over at Rich's but whenever Rich slept at our place I heard
the guys fucking down the hall. Rich was a verbal top and Holt seemed to
match him in intensity. You think it might be weird, I suppose, but after
me and Charlie's history I was glad to see my buddy happy and fulfilled, in
the sack and out.

Now Rich Underwood, wearing his Sunday navy suit, was acting all polite as
he made small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Holt.

Dating Rich had pushed Charlie to come out to his family. There had been a
couple of bumpy months and some arguments but I could tell they were happy
to see their son happy. I think the fact Charlie had a job and a career
lined up after graduation helped.

It was a great meal, and I couldn't help but see Holt in a different
light. He was moving on. Now officially no longer a college student, he
seemed to act more grown up, too.

We wrapped up around 8 o clock, and his parents bid us goodbye. "You
gentlemen go have fun," Mrs. Holt said, with a gentle kiss on Charlie's
cheek as she hugged him. "But be safe."

"Yes, mom," Charlie replied. "We will."

We settled back at me and Holt's place. Rich and Charlie plopped down on
the couch, while I came out from my room with a wrapped box.

"Happy graduation, buddy," I said, offering Charlie the gift. "I'm gonna
miss you like hell."

"I'm not moving anywhere McGrath," Charlie said, taking the box.

"You know what I mean." Holt was already in the process of moving out. I'd
be getting a new roommate next year, Kyle McCannon, a sophomore on the team
who I got along with great. But for the summer, the place was going to be
all mine. "Just don't be a stranger now that you're all settled down."

"Fuck you McGrath," Charlie winked, but I saw Rich smile, his beefy arm
resting on Charlie's shoulder affectionately. He liked the idea that he'd
bagged this young football stud, all right. "Hot damn!" Holt exclaimed as
he opened my present and pulled out a nice bottle of bourbon. "You're the
best Jim."

"I think this calls for a toast," Rich said. Looking over at me, he asked
if we had shot glasses.

"Coming right up," I said, going to fetch a few from the kitchen. They'd
gotten a lot of use these last couple of years.

Charlie sniffed the liquor from the end of the bottle to savor its nose,
then poured us each a generous shot. We clinked and knocked them
back. "Whoo!" Holt whooped.

"OK, next round is for sipping," I said, taking the bottle and pouring out
three more. "I wanna taste it." I led the toast this time. "To new
beginnings," I said. "I'm amazed at what you two got going on. It's
awesome."

We clinked and sipped the whiskey.

"Damn, McGrath, you're gonna go all sappy on me?" Holt joked.

"Can't have that," Rich teased, squeezing his shoulder. He was particularly
touchy feely and I got the sense he was aching to fuck Charlie bad.

Holt gave him a brief kiss then looked over at me. "My boyfriend looks
pretty fucking hot in a suit, doesn't he?"

He did but I gave a simple reply that they were a cute couple.

Rich got a sly look on his face and whispered in Charlie's ear. Holt
nodded. Looking sheepishly at me he blushed and said. "Think you can
entertain yourself for fifteen minutes, McGrath?" He stood up, starting to
throw hard in his khakis.

"Make it twenty," Rich stood up after him. They made their way to Holt's
room and shut the door.

I had to laugh and shake my head in admiration. I went to change and even
down the hall I heard the loud heavy ex-football jock grunts as Rich gave
Holt his graduation present.

***

It was a couple of hours later and it was just me and Holt at a graduation
party with most guys from the football team and their guests. Rich had told
us to go enjoy ourselves. I think maybe he decided he'd feel out of place
at a college party.

Being a jock meant I had a lot in common with these guys but football jocks
sometimes felt like a different breed from us baseball jocks. Definitely
more popular, I don't know, more alpha. Or alpha wannabe. But I was in a
good mood, and they were, too. It was a fun party, soaked in plenty of
alcohol but not too crazy.

At one point Holt found me alone, watching the crowd, and came up to me.

"Find a hot one McGrath?" he teased in a low whisper. He'd always been more
comfortable about his fondness for dude sex on the down-low than I, and
managed to pursue guys causing trouble for himself.

I shook my head. "Nah," I said. "Just enjoying the party." Then leaning
down, I put my hand on his beefy shoulder and whispered, "What? You think I
can't think about anything but sex?"

I had a smile on my face that let Holt know I was kidding and he laughed
along. "Dude," he said, taking a sip from his beer, "Don't forget you and I
go way back."

"You're the best buddy I could have," I said, clinking his plastic
cup. "I'm serious, bro. Without you I'm not sure I would have come out of
my shell."

"I'm not sure you're out of it, McGrath?"

"No?" Thrown a little off guard.

"If you were, you'd be scoping these jocks for a good lay."

"Yeah, Holt, like these guys are looking for that." I loved Charlie's
outgoing nature, but he had a tendency to talk like every guy was gay or at
least open to dude sex.

He gave me a sly look, and I knew he had a trump card in our
repartee. "Well, there's one dude here looking for that? He was asking me
about you."

"You're pulling my leg."

"Have I ever lied to you?" he asked in sincerity.

"You got me there. Who is it?"

He leaned back against the wall. Part of me hated his smug expression, part
of me recognized it as Holt being his playful self. "Look who's into the
football jocks now," he teased.

He saw my frustrated expression and nodded slyly in a direction. "All
right, buddy," he said in a low voice. "See that guy over there by the TV?
Tall black dude?"

I saw him all right. 6'5" and built solid, football solid. "Yep," I said,
and was rewarded when the jock looked over our way with a sly smile.

"Josiah Barnett, sophomore, tight end. Bi and a powerhouse in the sack,"
Charlie fed me his vital info. "He asked about you, I played dumb but said
I'd introduce you two, if you wanted."

"Man, he's hot," I said. I was normally cautious around other athletes or
even other college students, but the beer and whiskey had me turned on
while scoping out the muscled guy.

"Yeah? Wasn't sure you'd go for him. Come on," he tugged at my sleeve and
we casually made our way across the room. Not directly to Josiah but near
enough. The guy didn't take long to join our conversation.

"Hey Charlie," he greeted his former teammate.

"Hey J.B., this is Jim, my roommate. He's a baseball jock but don't hold
that against him."

Josiah's grip was strong and I did my best to return it in strength and
confidence. He was definitely taking in my body with his eyes. Not in an
over-the-top way, but I knew he was into me, as I was into him. "I don't
know how you put up with this sarcastic sonabitch," he winked as he nodded
over at Charlie.

Charlie feigned indignation. "I'll just go somewhere where my wit is
appreciated. You men need a refill?" He held up his near-empty plastic cup.

"I'm good," Josiah said, a smirk on his face as he practically refused to
take his eyes off me.

"Me too," I said. Truth be, I could use another, but didn't want to break
the connection. It had been a while since I'd been pursued like this, and
it felt awesome. Charlie smiled and gave me an encouraging pat on the
shoulder as he made his way back through the party.

"I've seen you around," Josiah said, as he edged his body a little closer
to mine and leaned against the wall. His biceps were incredible, bulging
knots of muscle that stretched his Virginia Football T-shirt.

"Yeah?" I asked. "I didn't think you football guys ever noticed the rest of
us." I hope it didn't come across as hostile, but the demi-god status of
the football team was a long-running joke with guys on my team.

He arched his eyebrows. "When they look like you, yeah..." Throwing his
interest right out there.

"I would have noticed you, too," I said. The confirmation he was looking
for.

"I got a cozy dorm room we can go to," he said.

"I got an empty apartment," I said. "Even better."

"Cool," he smiled and soon we were making our way out of the party.

His hands felt amazing as we stumbled into my bedroom and his mouth felt
even better, connecting with mine in drunk, horny kisses. I kicked off my
shoes and Josiah helped me off with my shirt.

"Nice," he muttered feeling my exposed chest and arm muscle before sinking
down and unzipping me.

Getting blown was the last thing I was expecting this evening, and this
strapping tight end was the last guy I'd expect to be doing the honors. But
he licked and sucked and soon had a nice bobbing motion on my cock. I think
he had trouble with my girth, but I wasn't expecting a deep throat BJ. It
felt incredible as it was.

The alcohol postponed my trigger and I was grateful we could take our
time. Especially when this football jock stood up and stripped off. His
chocolate brown skin practically glistened in the low light of my bedside
lamp. He was mostly smooth and packed with brawn. We were both fit athletes
but the differences in our genetics and sport made us different versions of
collegiate athlete. I was fit and muscular but in comparison to him I was
closer to a normal build with more padding. He seemed like a god towering
over me as we kissed against and he backed me toward the bed.

"So Jim...I don't want to be presumptuous but I'd love to tap that fine
white baseball ass." His hands claimed my buns in their grip. As powerful
and confident as his handshake earlier.

"I'd be up for that. Take it easy, though." I cautioned.

"Definitely. A dude as fine as you deserves to be treated right." He was
quite the sweet talker. From anyone else it would seem corny or
insincere. But his smooth, rich voice and his accent had me in goosebumps.

I wouldn't rank him as the best cocksucker, he was below-average in skills
there, but to this day he's in my personal top 10 or even top 5 when it
comes to asseating. He had me back on the mattress, legs raised and spread
while he munched and licked his way around my hole. The alcoholic dullness
in my head fought the distinct and powerful sensations in my hole. It was a
great combination.

Particularly when he leaned up and asked for the lube. He took his time
entering me but I was drunk and horny and wanting that large cock inside
me. Josiah delivered, screwing me full with the last couple of inches as he
leaned forward for a kiss. "Man, you're fucking tight," he growled and
started pumping my ass. His strokes were as smooth as his voice but full of
strength, too. I'd feel sore the next morning, I was sure, but at that
moment I wanted this tight end hunk to fuck me off.

Josiah growled and scooted us up into a different position, me more curled
back. He thrust in me wildly, rhythmically, and I could tell he was going
to come soon. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started tugging at it,
letting the sexual pleasure rise up in me, goaded by that powerful cock
punching in and out.

I did it. I blasted my seed all over my torso while my fucker got his nut
too, letting out a loud growl of conquest.

"Damn," he drawled as he withdrew and plopped down next to me. "I didn't
think I was gonna get lucky tonight. At least not with a dude as hot as
you."

"I could say the same. Been a while since I've been laid like that."

He looked at me with a mixture of contentment and curiosity. "I could tell
you weren't cherry, but fuck you're tight, man. Fucking mindblowing ass."

"You made it worth bottoming," I said. "I don't do it often."

"Glad you made an exception. I saw you at that student athlete's banquet
last fall and have been dreaming about getting up inside your perfect ass
ever since."

"Really?" I was flattered.

"Hell yeah. When I saw Charlie with you, I thought maybe you were on the
same team."

"I try to keep a low profile, but, yeah..." I was able to get a look at
this hot man up close, his features both boyish and handsome.

"That's cool," he said. "I got a girl myself, but she's away for the
summer. Haven't been able to talk her into anal," he chuckled.

"I can see why," I said. "You're pretty hung."

His fingers curled around my rod, now sated and resting on my thigh. "You
too, man. I was glad you didn't try to claim top bunk."

Our eyes met and our faces met again for a nice kiss.

"I don't stay over at a dude's place," he said at last. "Nothing personal."

"OK," I replied. I wouldn't have minded having a warm body sleeping next to
me, but I had no expectations. Already the sex had surpassed my hopes.

He leaned up. "You're the kind of guy who'd make me consider making an
exception."

"Maybe next time," I said noncommittally. "If you want one."

"Fuck yeah, I want a next time." He kissed me again, soft and sensual, far
more romantic than his player demeanor. "All right," he said. "Gotta go." I
watched him slip his briefs back on this his T-shirt and shorts. "Gotta
number?" he asked. I wrote mine down. He smiled, like an excited teenager
getting a prom date. It was adorable actually. He looked it over and folded
the paper into his pocket. "All right, hot stuff, see you around."

I got up to show him out, unconcerned with my nudity. "Take care, man."

"Good night."

I got a text from Holt a half hour later. No doubt he was crashing at
Rich's. "Am I good wingman or what?"

"The best Holt," I replied.

***

Josiah and I had an on-again, off-again fling that summer. In some ways, he
was becoming my new Holt, a fuckbuddy I could bond with beyond the sex. I
even started hanging out with a couple of his football buddies.

Meanwhile, Dad and I continued to explore sex again, and I was thrilled
with my our arrangement.

"I've been sort of dating someone, Slugger," he admitted cagily after a
couple of beers after Virginia's last home game. My tolerance was pretty
good but two beers loosened me up, and as we sat across from each other I
enjoyed sizing up his facial features, the bulk of his upper body, the
hairs on his forearms, essentially every little detail that turned me on.

"Yeah?" I asked, prompting him for more as I spread my legs under the table
to let my bone have free room in my crotch. "Am I getting a stepmom soon?"
Six months ago, my jealousy would have reared up like mad, but now that Dad
and I were fooling around again, I was happy he could might be getting the
romantic side of his life fulfilled. I knew things had to have been lonely
for him, being a bachelor all these years.

Dad blushed, uncharacteristically shy. "Actually...." he started, "I'm
seeing a man." He paused and let that sink in.

"That's awesome," I said. It was weird to think of where life takes us. Not
three years ago I was wrestling with coming out to Dad and now it turns out
he's dating a man.

He looked at me cautiously. "You're OK with this, Slugger?"

"Definitely," I said. "I want you happy, Dad. Is it serious?"

He shook his head. "We're still figuring it out. I'll let you know when and
if it becomes more. What about you?" he asked. "Still seeing... you
know...?"

I knew he was talking about Pressman and was being discreet. "We've cooled
things off," I said. "It didn't feel right, and I think he was feeling
nervous." I paused, barely finishing my sentence.

"What?" Dad asked.

I didn't know if I should say it, but I figured I could talk to Dad like
this. "Um, I hooked up with a guy last week. Nothing serious, but it was
fun."

"Sometimes I worry you don't have enough fun, Jimbo. You take after your
daddy." He looked at me thoughtfully, "You know, I came across as
judgmental when you told me about your Andy guy. Part of me just wants to
see you happy and to protect you."

"I know, Dad." My words hung heavy between us, and I could see Dad's eyes
on me. Caring, paternal, but also sexual in their appraisal of me.

His voice dropped about thirty decibels. "You OK with what we're doing
Slugger?"

"Oh yeah." My own voice hoarse with excitement. Something about the
nastiness of our conversation and this public setting drove me wild. Here
we were father and son, having a normal dinner out after a normal baseball
game.

"We've been taking it slow," Dad added, and I knew immediately what he was
referring to. So far, over three weeks, we'd stuck to oral. It was awesome,
and I'm sure Dad thought so too. But more had been on my mind and Dad was
telling me it had been on his, too.

My voice got super quiet. "I miss being in you, Dad." After being topped by
Josiah I'd been jonesing to fuck a guy, and the idea of Dad weighed heavily
on me.

He took a deep breath of excitement and gave me a leer of a smile. "My boy
in the mood to be top dog tonight?"

"Yessir," I said. Damn I was boning up good and fast. I held up my pint
glass, about a quarter full. "Wanna get out of here after these?"

Dad didn't answer but just picked up his glass and tossed back the
remaining contents in one slug.

I laughed. "I take it that's a yes?"

We finished up and walked toward the car in a giddy mood.

"If you're up for it, I'll stop for a couple of beers to take up to the
room. I'd love to hang out more."

"Maybe have a two-fer session?" I asked lewdly. My mind was clearly on sex
now.

He reached over and playfully knocked my baseball cap forward. "Looks my
horndog son's not getting laid enough."

I chuckled and rearranged my cap. "No, sir."

Dad unlocked the car. "We'll see what we can do."

We got back to Dad's hotel room and he set down the beer. I had been
nervous when we started this that Dad would want to kiss. Or that he'd put
me in a situation where I'd want to kiss him. Instead, he undid his shorts
and kicked them off. His prick stood up, a mammoth column of desire from
his hairy crotch that was showing more stray silver hairs lately. He turned
around and crawled onto the bed, face down and ass up.

"There's lube over there," he nodded. "Just go easy on me, OK, Slugger?"

"Yeah, Dad," I croaked excitedly. His ass was round and muscular and
hairy. Familiar yet it had been so long since I'd had a good, honest look
at it.

I crouched down and ran my hands over his hairy ass. The contrast between
the soft fur and the hard muscle was incredible and looking face to face
with his pucker, my heart beat wildly. I leaned forward and tickled the
ring with my tongue.

"God yeah, Jim," Dad hissed, leaned forward and spreading his legs
more. The movement opened his buns apart, giving me more access. I took
advantage by licking and thrusting my tongue into his hole. I could tell
Dad loved it, the way his hamstrings quivered as he stood steady. I loved
it even more. Damn, I'd missed this, being so intimate with my father's
ass.

I leaned back and placed my finger against Dad's anus. It was tight but Dad
must have been turned on because with a little pressure I pressed inward
into the heat of his insides.

"Fuck!" I growled. "So hot, Dad." I leaned over and with my free hand
grabbed the lube. A quick fumble with the cap and I was slipping my
forefinger back inside him, slicked up this time. Slowly, I worked it in
and out. The snugness of his hole didn't go away entirely but it receded. I
added a second, which went in more easily than I expected.

"I've thought about this," Dad said, his voice plain and direct.

His words excited me, so nasty in their admission. I'd thought about it,
too. A hell of a lot. So many jerkoff sessions with this very act playing
in my head. I twisted my forearm and frigged his hole, adding more lube to
prep him.

Prepping my Dad to get fucked. The very idea was insane. We'd done it in
Mexico, but that week seemed so distant, so unreal. But the heat of my
father's guts against my fingers and the soft deep rumble of a grunt he was
letting out were very real.

I slicked down my cock. Not too much to kill the friction, but I knew Dad
would need extra lubrication on me. I withdrew my finger and nudged my
prick down, letting the feeling of his soft ass folds stimulate my dickhead
as I pushed in slightly. Dad was relaxing but I knew the hole wasn't gonna
fuck itself, so I lurched my hips forward, just a bit, while stroking my
father's strong back soothingly.

"I'm coming in Dad," I announced. The penetration was a lot for him, I
could tell. It was times like this I wish I wasn't so thick. But Dad took
it well, with a couple of deep breaths before dropping his head forward.

"OK, Jim," he said. "More."

I filled his insides with several inches of really hard dick. The more I
pushed the easier it got. My balls were soon pressed against his muscular
ass.

I held steady, quivering in excitement as I ran my hands along his back and
over his ass before finally gripping his hips. I don't think I'd noticed
the stray hairs on his lower back and the way they made a a contrast with
the smooth muscle of his traps and delts. His midsection was firm and toned
but with the slight padding of love handles showing his age. I pulled back
ever so slowly and thrust back in. "I gotta fuck you Dad," I said, unsure
of my ability to hold back.

So I thrust in again. Steady deep inward push. And again. I'd dreamed of
this, jerking off over the last year, reliving the close sexual connection
like this. Experiencing my father's ass was better than a million jack off
fantasies. I was fucking him for real now, the inner membranes giving my
rod pleasure with each stroke. And there was the mental element, the idea
that below me was the most perfect, most masculine man in the world and I
was dominating him. Fucking him.

"I'm fucking you, Daddy," I grunted aloud, verbalizing my thoughts as my
stroked grew faster. "Fucking your hole."

"Do it Jimbo. Fuck your Dad." His voice almost gravel-y in need.

"God yeah Dad!" I half growled half whimpered. I was getting close all
right.

"Slugger's all man now," Dad urged, his butt now bouncing back to meet me
in our incestuous fuck rhythm.

That did it. My jizz fired deep inside him, for the first time in a
year. My orgasm lasted a solid minute seemingly, and I rode it out with
softer strokes, coaxing every bit of seed out of my nuts.

I was nearly out of breath when I withdrew, not from the exertion but from
the excitement.

Dad had a crazed look of lust as he flipped onto the bed, on his back. His
erection was giant and dripping onto the hairiness of his stomach. He
reclined and lifted his legs up.

"Get back up in there, Slugger," he urged. "I'm almost there."

I dumbly complied, stepping up and pushing into Dad once more as he gripped
his rod and stroked madly. I squirted a bit of lube on his dick to help and
the sensation must have felt just right. I watched, close up, as Dad
entered his orgasm and sprayed heavy white seed all over his muscular chest
and abs.

We were both giddy as we came down from our orgasm and I helped Dad up.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, my hand affectionately stroking his bare back. "That
was awesome."

"I'll say," Dad chuckled nodding down at my slowly deflating cock. "You're
a big boy down there, you know."

"You OK?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

He nodded. "Fine, Jim. That was hot."

"I honestly don't know if I've come that hard before." I was feeling my
oats now, still reeling from the rush of topping Dad.

Dad stepped into the bathroom and wetted down some wash cloths. He tossed
me one as he wiped off the cum and the excess lube from his body. I did the
same. He stepped into some gym shorts while I put on my briefs. He opened
two of the beers and put the rest in the minibar fridge.

"I think you earned this," he said and I took the beer from him, taking a
big swig to parch my thirst.

"Nice," I said. I plopped down in the chair and felt a warm glow of
satisfaction.

"You may need to get a cab unless you want to stay here," Dad said as he
sat down opposite me and spread his legs in his typical way. "Another one
or two of these and I'll be feeling 'em."

"There are two beds," I said. "Sleeping here sounds awesome." I didn't to
put distance between me and Dad, particularly not after the amazing sex we
just had. But I wanted to be sure we were guarding those boundaries.

I could tell he wasn't upset, and he just nodded.

I took another sip and asked, "You doing OK, Dad? Besides the boyfriend."

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno. Work, life, whatever. You're always chastising me for not talking
about what's going on with me."

"I'm doing great Slugger. I don't want to put the cart before the horse but
I'm looking at a promotion coming down the pike."

"Wow, that's awesome, Dad," I said, toasting the news with a clink of the
bottle against his. "A long time coming."

"Yep," he said, grinning a little. "I should know officially in a couple of
months."

"I'm thrilled for you," I said.

We chatted about his military career, and it was great to have him open up
to me in a way I'd never seen him before. I asked him about Matt, my
brother, and if Dad worried about him.

"Of course, I worry, Jim," he said. "But he's stationed in a relatively
calm place, and I just gotta hope he'll do fine."

"I'm sure he will, Dad." Meaning it but also worried what we'd do if
something bad did happen to Matt.

One beer turned to a second, and the conversation flowed between
us. Naturally, man to man. Dad loved to have me talk about baseball and I
loved talking about it. Since his brother was a pro player I think he
played dumb a little but he asked me a million questions about how the
draft worked and the minor leagues.

"There have been a couple of scouts come by this season," I said, not
trying to let on about my excitement.

Dad looked at me with a big smirk.

"What?" I asked, curious.

"You got a hell of a lot of drive in ya, son. I'm proud of you."

"You gonna get gushy on me, Dad?" I teased, maybe a little defensively.

He set down his beer and stood up. "Nah," he said and stepped over in front
of me. His hand reached down and cupped my genitals through the cotton
material of my briefs. "How's your little man doing? Think you're up for
another?"

It was a lewd gesture, one that had me firming up quickly in his grip. I
slid down my underwear and let my prick pop out, right into Dad's palm. He
stroked it slowly, coaxing more firmness into me until I was fullblown hard
once more.

"You came pretty quick earlier," he observed.

"Sorry, Dad," I hissed, enjoying his touch against my cock. "I was too
turned on."

He nodded. "I get pretty turned on, too," he said, then taking his hand off
me, he peeled down his shorts. His dick was erect again, towering in front
of his crotch and abdomen. He kicked off the shorts and walked over to the
end table to grab the lube. He wetted his cock and walked back.

Slowly he stroked his rod as he stepped up and straddled me, lowering
himself to sit in my lap. With his free hand he reached back and guided my
dick into position.

"Oh fuck," I grunted as I realized what he was doing.

His eyes bore into mine, challenging and lusty in their gaze. His hole
opened more, more easily now. "Oh yeah," he said as he sank on my cock,
impaling himself deeply. His barrel chest heaved in rhythm of his breaths
as he accommodated me once more. Then he started going up and down. It was
such a lewd sight to see such a strong powerful man like my Dad fuck
himself on my bone.

I wanted to kiss him just then, but instead I contented myself with running
my hands up and down his torso, feeling the chest fur and fleshy nipples
and muscle and strength in him as he raised and lowered his body repeatedly
on me. "Christ, you're so big, Jim," he huffed as he fucked himself and
stroked his cock at the same time. "My son's big fat cock."

"I'm in you Dad. All of me." I was going wild once more but this time Dad
was controlling the pace.

"My son's fucking me," he said, almost as a mantra as he picked up his
pace, wildly bucking his body on my bone.

"Feels fucking right, sir," I said.

He nodded, clearly entering a plateau of sexual pleasure now. "Sure is,
son. Your cock in my hole. You're gonna make your Daddy come."

I was feeling it, too. "Me, too, sir. Gonna come up your daddy ass again."

"Gonna come with me, Slugger? You and me, together?"

I nodded, letting him know I was close. Silently, by eye contact, we
coordinated our orgasms, nutting in precise synchronicity. Dad's sperm
rained all over me while I added more to the deposit I'd left inside him
earlier.

His humping slowed down and finally he sat down in my lap, my prick still
buried inside him.

"You feel good in me, Jim," he said. "Maybe because I thought about it for
so long. Ever since Mexico." He gave me a sheepish look like he didn't know
if he should bring it up.

I stroked his chest, more affectionately than sexually now, though maybe
that was all connected. "I thought about it a lot, too," I admitted.
"Pretty much nonstop all year. I'm glad we started this up again."

"Me too," Dad said. Finally he gave an oof as he stood up, his legs shaky.
"Time to rinse off before bed."

"OK," I said, feeling tired, myself. I finished my beer as Dad showered and
when he got back, he asked, "Sure you're OK taking the other bed? I can
call a cab for you."

"I'm good Dad. Will be nice to see you in the morning." With that I took my
shower, feeling a little regret that Dad's seed was draining down the
drain.