Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 13:52:57 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 39 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. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. Naval Tradition 39 Outer Banks September 2008 It wasn't that long of a drive from Fayetteville to the coast, not much more than 4 hours, but only two days earlier I'd driven up from South Texas all the way to NC. It was a hell of a long drive and the thing I most wanted to do was kick back in Fayetteville. I'd been playing with I'd been playing with double-A Corpus Christi Hooks and while it was a season of learning and growth as a player, I was ready to be done with it. Now that the season was over, I was going to be living with Sean. It was a big step for us, and I had no small amount of apprehension at how it would go, but I looked forward to it. But Dad had planned a week at the Outer Banks and invited me and Sean. It turns out Jack was back in the US, so we'd be celebrating that as well as Sean's birthday. After being on the Gulf all summer, the beach per se didn't seem as much a draw to me, but the Atlantic coast in September would be a change of pace, I guessed. Besides, I didn't see Dad as much these days and some vacation time would be great. My libido had still not caught up from being away from Sean. And he was looking fine that day, his Army T-shirt snug against his power chest, his shorts showing off his hairy legs, and his baseball cap and sunglasses competing the outfit. He'd switched out his favorite Georgia cap for an Astros cap, which he now wore constantly. It made me feel honored. Today, though, I was mostly feeling horny. As we drove I was boning up. "You want a blow job?" I asked out of the blue. He laughed, caught by surprise by my question. "What? Like in general? Or right now?" "Now," I clarified. "I can give you head while you drive." He looked over at me, excitement and a sense of naughtiness in his face. "You done that before?" "No," I said. "Have you gotten road head before?" "No," he laughed again. "It'd be hot," I said. "Tell me you're not hard thinking about." "Oh, I'm rockhard thinking about it," Sean grinned. "How about we wait till we're off the main highway?" "Sounds good. Will give me something to look forward to." Sure enough, after we hit a stretch of quiet backroads on the way to the coast, Sean reached down and tugged his waistband down to free his large cock, erect and poking up from between his thighs. I unbuckled and leaned over. I gave a few preliminary licks but didn't want to waste time. I took Sean into my mouth and started sucking. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed one hand on my bobbing head. "That's it, Jim. Suck me. Suck my fucking cock." He was verbal, like I liked and as was his nature, but he let me do the work, keeping his attention on the road. The need to keep his eyes and mind elsewhere while his pleasure mounted just fed his excitement. I think this blow job was unlike any other he'd had for that reason. Particularly in the way orgasm snuck up on him. His breathing got short all of a sudden then heavy salty spurts jetted into my mouth. I greedily sucked Sean's cum down, and when I leaned up, he hurriedly tucked back in, while I spit on my hand and hurriedly jacked to completion. "Man that was a rush. I can't believe you talked me into something that crazy, but we're gonna do that again some time." "You got it," I said. "I'm just glad I can teach the old dog a new trick." Sean and I liked to tease each other about our age, but it was usually all in fun. He smiled. "Anytime you got a new trick for me, I'm game, Big Guy. That was incredible." *** I was glad we'd taken the sexual edge off, because when we pulled up to the beach house early evening we were relaxed and in a great mood. Dad and Jack greeted us and after a round of hugs grabbed our bags and showed us inside. The place was big, at least for two couples, and it was well appointed and modern. There were two master bedrooms on the top floor, with a great view of the ocean. "Bob's tending to the grill," Jack said as we came down from our room. "Can I get you men a drink?" "A beer would be great," Sean said. "Got anything stronger?" I asked. "I've been on the road 24 hours in 3 days." "A vodka cranberry OK?" Jack asked. "Sounds perfect," I said. We joined Dad out on the deck and toasted the beginning of a week at the beach. "It's not Greece," Dad said, "but this has always been my favorite beach." "Yeah, how was Greece?" Jack asked. "Bob said you guys met up there last year." "You know how R&R goes, "Sean replied. "I could have been in Des Moines and grateful. But it was a special time." "Yeah, it was awesome," I said. "I want to go back." "I'm looking forward to some time here," Sean said, looking out over the deck. "Nothing like salt air." "You can say that again," Jack smiled. "So Dad," I said. "It looks you've slimmed down." It had been Winter since I'd seen my father and then he'd had a decent sized beer belly. He had a little padding still but clearly had lost some pounds. He smiled and patted his midsection. "You noticed, huh? It's taken a hell of a lot of effort but I decided I needed to get off my ass and get in shape. Metabolism's a bitch when you're 50." "You look great, Robert," Sean said, not in a suck-up-y way but with a sincere tone. Jack gestured his wine glass toward Sean. "I think you're giving us both a lot of inspiration," he said. Jack was two years younger than Sean and while he had a solid build befitting a military officer in his early 40s, it was more of a modestly muscular body than Sean's. "You're like a friggin' magazine model. How you do it?" Sean shrugged. "One third genetics, one third constantly working out, one third laying off these," he said holding up his beer bottle. "Except special occasions. Will be good to let loose this week. Especially now that Jim's done with his season." There was just this relaxed, great vibe between us all, like we were four buddies having a vacation. I mean, Dad had always been a like a friend in a way but he was my father first. An adult now, I found our relationship was more relaxed, more equal if that's appropriate to say. That first night was great. The anticipation of a relaxing week, the bonding time catching up Dad and Jack, good food and a few drinks. I actually had to call an early night since I was pretty tired from all the travel, but Sean stayed up talking to the other men and I stirred as he slipped into bed. "Sorry," I muttered, groggy and half asleep. "I couldn't stay awake." I felt his presence near me and had the sense he might be wanting sex. "OK if we wait till tomorrow for sex Sean?" "Sure thing, Big Guy," Sean said and gave me a kiss before settling into his side of the bed. I slept like a log that night. ** The next morning I woke up to see Sean putting on his running shoes. "What time is it?" I asked in a groggy voice. "About 7," Sean said, "Sleep in." I pulled off the covers and rubbed the sleep out of my eye. "I should go too." "You're done with your season," he said. "Time to be lazy." I ignored his directive and found my running shorts and shoes. Once we got out it felt marvelous, the cool morning air and the bright but low sun. It took me a minute to get going but once I did I had an easier time of it that Sean. In fact, it was probably the one physical area I outdid Sean. The man's in top shape, but I was in good conditioning from the season and had youth on my side. When we ran together he had me set the pace to challenge him. This morning he kept up with me pretty well, though I could tell he was struggling. We'd made the turn and were about halfway back to the house when he finally capitulated, huffing to catch his breath. "I can't, Jim... go on." I nodded and picked up my pace for the final mile. I was out of breath myself when I got back to the beach house and I walked slowly up to it as I cooled off. Dad was lounging on the deck, reading a book. Sometimes he didn't like to be bothered when reading. The morning particular was his quiet time to himself. But he greeted me as I walked up the steps to the deck. "Morning, Slugger." "Morning Dad." "I should have been out with you," he said. "Maybe tomorrow. Sean still asleep?" "No, he went for a run too, he'll be here in a minute." I got a proud grin. "Running's the only thing I can whoop his ass in. That and baseball." Dad laughed, and I went inside to fix two cups of coffee. I stepped out just to see Sean walk onto the deck. "You sonabitch," he growled as he took the cup from my hand. "Good morning, Robert," Sean said. "I was just calling your son a son of a bitch. No disrespect, sir." We all cracked up. I was glad Dad got Sean's sense of humor. Jack slept in. From what Dad said, the man liked to sleep in. What the hell, it was beach week, why not? It was about 10 when he came out with his coffee and Dad got a start on breakfast. We decided to hit the beach afterward. Sean and I went to get changed, and I wore the skimpy teal swimsuit Sean had gotten me in Greece. He had a new pair on but were just as snug as the square cut ones I loved on him. Jack whistled when we stepped out. He was wearing a pair of longer drawstring trunks, a T-shirt, and flip flops. "Jesus guys, you're trying to put me and Bob to shame?" "Too much?" I asked, pulling my arms away and showing off the suit. "Wear whatever you damn please," Dad barked as he walked in wearing his board shorts, but barechested. "Maybe Jack and I will get some new trunks this week." The beach was blissfully quiet midweek in September, but the weather was nice and warm without being too hot. Perfect. The seascape was totally different but the air temperature reminded me of Greece. I mentioned that to Sean. "You really had a great time there, didn't you?" I nodded. "Well, at least half of it was being there with you. But yeah, I think about it all the time." "I promised we'd go back there," he said thoughtfully. "Want to go again next year? Unless you're called up to the majors of course." "That's be awesome," I said. It was a perfect day at the beach. Sun, but not too hot, a gentle breeze and warmish water. It was hard to keep my eyes off the men. Dad's trimmer body looked amazing and his chest hair was full now and had a lot of gray stray hairs in it. Jack was completely smooth on top, and I knew he'd shaved or waxed his chest, but he had a nice golden fur on his strong legs. And there was Sean, looking like a perfect DILF with incredible muscle and a flat stomach. I knew Sean had to be horny, and I have expected him to make a move or suggest we go back up to the house for an afternoon quickie. I thought of making the suggestion myself. But even though Sean's eyes were definitely scoping me out, he didn't pounce on any opportunity and seemed to relish the low-key sexual vibe that was developing between us. It wasn't until hours later, after dinner and a couple of drinks on the deck, that Sean took advantage of a lull in the conversation to turn to me and nudge my calf with his foot. "What do you say we go to bed, Jim?" I felt like a deer in the headlights. It was only 8:00 and barely dark out. It was clear that Sean was asking me to go have sex. Sure, Dad and Jack knew that's what I did with my boyfriend but the openness of the fact, and Sean's directness, embarrassed me. Still, I'd been feeling horny all day, too. "Sure," I said, in a tone that was as noncommittal as I could make. "Good night, Dad," I said as I stood up. "Night, Jack." "Good night, son," Dad said, with a knowing twinkle in his eye that made me blush even more. Sean pulled me into our room and shut the door. "You shouldn't be such a prude, Jim. They know we fuck. They're probably going to fuck themselves now." He was right, I knew, but I also knew he was trying to get under my skin a little. I peeled off my T-shirt. Thankfully I hadn't burned or gotten too much sun but my skin felt a little warm from the beach. "Easy for you to say, he's not your dad." Sean grinned an enigmatic grin and peeled down his shorts. His boner was big and hard and leaking. He then stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. Goddamn, his body was perfection. Pure daddy perfection. "Jeez," he teased me, "you wouldn't have been so hesitant if I'd told you you were gonna fuck me tonight." That idea had me charged up and as I dropped my shorts my erection sprung out insistently hard. "No I wouldn't have." I wasn't sure if Sean was offering to bottom or just teasing me. "Well, you're fucking me Big Guy, so you better figure out what position you want me." Like I say, Sean could be a pushy bottom. "I want you doggy, Chief," I said, stroking my fat dick. "That didn't take you long to decide," he laughed. "No it didn't," I replied in a direct manner. I was getting horny now, and the feel of my hand on my dick as I applied lubricant was starting to stoke my fires. "I'm gonna bone ya hard, sir." I could see Sean's expression change, in turn surprised, nervous, and turned on. But bravely he walked to the bed and climbed on, getting on all fours. It's hard to explain in words how amazing my man's body looked, especially in that position. Muscular and hairy in all the right places, his taut brawny ass sticking up for me. I crouched behind him and gripped his butt cheeks as I dove in with my tongue. "Aw fuck, Jim," Sean hissed, hanging his head down a little as his body surrendered the sensations of my rim job. I ate him out well. Not a marathon session but a nice long crescendo of tongue work, slow, then fast, then alternating the pace again. Sean was moaning softly when I angled up to a kneeling position and placed my slick bone at his entrance. I'd applied a lot of extra lube, so I spent a few minutes using my dick head to smear the slickness onto his pucker and just inside. Then I pushed. Sean was getting more used to my size and getting used to being fucked. But he was still tight as hell and I still had to coach him into relaxing for my entry. As usual, I was very patient in pushing in, and when I bottomed out I held there, still, my hands running along Sean's back. "Remember that cadet we picked up at Army-Navy?" I asked. "Yeah," Sean answered, unsure where this was going. "I'm going to fuck you like I fucked him," I announced and without waiting I pulled out and pumped back in, not holding back because of my girth or length. "Oh my God," Sean growled. This was going to be an intense one for him. I thrust again, now starting a steady deep fuck. I pounded and Sean gripped the sheets. I'm pretty sure he was enjoying this but he was probably riding the rail of discomfort, too. "Sorry, Chief, this fuck's for me," I said. I wasn't sure where this alpha streak was coming from, but the way Sean and his body had teased me all afternoon meant I had one hell of a sex drive bottled up and ready to come out. "Damn, I missed this hole." On a particular brutal shove, Sean yapped and begged me to hold up a second. I did, pausing my hips and leaning forward to kiss his neck and stroke his front. "Sorry Chief, got carried away. You need me to stop?" "Nah," Sean answered bravely. "Just give it a sec, OK?" Even though I wasn't thrusting then, it was a real turn on to be buried inside him, our bodies connected, warm skin to skin. It was then that we heard the sounds from across the hall. Deep voices carrying through the doors. "Fuck," Sean said, "The Captain and Jack are going at it." I think we both instinctively went dead quiet so we could listen better. Indeed Dad and Jack were having sex. It was a sound I shouldn't be listening to, probably, but it made my bone surge to an insane hardness inside Sean. Sean was now backing his ass on and off my prick with a gentle undulating motion, and soon I was pumping back into him, my hands gripping Sean's hips firmly as I sawed my hard-as-nails cock in and out. Our sounds added to the ones from across the hall. "God, that's hot," Sean said. "I'll say," I grunted. "Dad's pretty horny too, I bet." My thrusts were hard now and Sean was taking them well. More than well, my man was enjoying this. Maybe I was crossing some lines here, but a thought popped into my head. "You wish my Dad was fucking you right now?" Sean didn't answer. He couldn't. His body was in a head-to-toe orgasm and any coherent thought was lost to that. As he pumped his seed onto the bed sheets, I shot deep inside him. We were both lightheaded as we came to and I extracted my heavy cum-slick meat from his tight guts. "You know," Sean finally said after we kissed softly for a while and caught our breath. "I thought I was doing you a favor tonight, offering up my hole. But damn, you're good at fucking, Big Guy." I knew that admission didn't come easily to Sean, so the words made me especially proud and happy. *** The next day was Sean's birthday. I woke up around 7:30 but Sean and Dad had already left. One of the things he wanted to do this week was go fishing. It had zero appeal to me, but Dad volunteered to go with him on his birthday. It was fortunate timing, since I'd planned to have a little celebration later that night. Jack helped me run the errands to pick up dinner, and we even managed to find a bakery that could make us a coconut cake, which was Sean's favorite dessert. Around 3 in the afternoon Sean and Dad came back, a little sunburnt and having nothing to show for their day. But Sean was in a happy mood. Relaxed and happy. He gave me a kiss, tasting of beer and smelling of sweat and sunscreen. "I'm going to shower up and take a nap." Dad and Jack I sat on the deck enjoying the shade and conversing about random stuff. The sun was setting earlier in September and while we had easily another two hours of daylight left the sun was getting lower in the sky. I decided to go check on Sean. I opened the door as quietly as I could, but Sean roused. "Come on in, Big Guy," he said in a relaxed voice. "I'm just dozing." "You rested up?" I asked. "Just wanted to check on you." "The sun and beer took it out of me." Sean said then turned on his side to face me as he patted the empty spot of the bed. "Come here, Jim. Lose the shorts." I was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts, which I quickly undid and dropped. As I crawled into bed I started to face him, meeting him for a kiss as my cock grew from dormant to a full-on erection. His hand pushed against my side to direct me. "Turn the other way, I want to hold you for a while." It felt great being held by Sean like this. His body warm against my back, his erection feeling comforting against my ass, his arm draped possessively around my front, slowly caressing my bare muscle. "I look forward to seeing you at the end of each season, Jim," he said, grunting softly in my ear. "Your body becomes more amazing each time." It was comforting to be in his arms but I had the feeling after a few minutes that he wanted more than cuddling. Particularly when he started humping against my butt. "It's my birthday you know," he said in a playful voice. I knew immediately what he was getting at. I wasn't up for Sean fucking me without lubrication very often, it was something I reserved for special occasions. Still, I didn't want him to feel entitled. "Didn't your parents raise you to ask nicely?" I said. He doubled his attention to my bare muscle, running his fingers softly along my skin. "Pretty please? I don't ask you much." Sean did feel great pressed next to me. "OK," I said. And then I felt his dick press against my hole. He worked it slowly against my tightness, trying to loosen me up. It was sort of working too, only when he finally breached me, I knew it wasn't going to work. "Stop!" I urged. "Too dry." Sean kissed my neck. "Sorry, Jim, you OK?" "Yeah," I sighed. "Give me a minute." "Sure." He caressed me sensually though I could tell he was quite horny. "I'll use some lube." "Try just a little bit," I said, hoping for a compromise. It worked this time. Just enough slickness to give me comfort and enough friction to get him off. Sean fucked me for a minute flat and as he held my body tight he came inside me. "Sorry, man," I said as I turned around afterward. "I couldn't do it." He kissed me softly. "You're the best Jim. Love you, man." "So..." I asked. "Is this your new birthday tradition?" He shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "You can't blame a man for asking." *** After fucking me, Sean just slipped on his Army PT shorts and went to join Dad and Jack out on the deck. I cleaned off in the restroom but joined in similar attire. It was the beach and just as men here in the beach house and it felt liberating to dress so minimally and so comfortably. Dad and Jack, though, had showered and changed into preppy casual attire: pastel polo shirts, khaki or chino shorts, and loafers. Part of me, the part Dad had raised, felt underdressed and I considered going back and changing into something more. But the other part of me, under Sean's influence, liked just being a guy and letting it hang out. I guess the Sean side was winning. Besides, I couldn't help but notice both Jack and Dad appraising our bodies, and it gave me a sense of pride. Dad even commented on how much I'd bulked up over the last year. Sean placed his hand on my bare shoulder affectionately. "I say I got a pretty good catch, Captain," he said. It was a crazy, even inappropriate thing to say, but it was also a Sean thing to say, catching you off guard. If Dad was bugged by it, he didn't let on. "No argument from me. Of course you know you better treat him right." Sean mussed my hair. "You bet, Captain." We had a late dinner and I brought out the birthday cake, which thrilled Sean. "Goddamn, guys," he said. "This is turning out to be the best birthday ever." He gave me a gentle pat on the ass, which I tried to ignore. "Well," Jack toasted, "Here's to 45." As we were discussing life in one's 40s, Sean got a smile on his face. "I've been sitting on a little bit of news." He paused for dramatic effect. "As of last week, I've officially filed the paperwork for retirement." Sean and had talked about this, and he'd told me he didn't want to go back on another tour. But I wasn't convinced he wouldn't change his mind. Sean was a soldier at heart, and a damn good one. And it was his life and his sense of identity. I was a little pissed that Sean hadn't told me earlier, but I could tell he wanted to mark the occasion with a celebration. And I was just thrilled. "Oh, Sean," I murmured as I clasped him in a tight hug. I felt happy as hell my man was going to be around. The other men laughed to see my elated reaction and I felt little silly. But after last year, I was glad I wasn't going to have to go through that again. "It'll be great to finally have some time with this guy," Sean said and rested his arm on my bare shoulder. He wasn't often this affectionate with me unless he had sex on his mind, and I half wondered if the man was going to want seconds later on. We all talked about Sean's retirement plans and the consulting work he was going to do. And about our moving in together. "Big step," Jack said with a smile. "Yes, sir. But I'm going to love every minute of it. If this guy can put up with me," I said, nudging Sean's side with my elbow. It was late when we finally called it a night and as Sean and I shut the door to our room, his arms were circling around my bare stomach, the heat of his chest pressed against my back and his face nuzzled against my neck. I could tell he was starting to grow erect in his shorts, and gently he humped against my ass as he kissed my neck and murmured in my ear. "Thanks for an awesome birthday, Jim. I love you, Big Guy." "I love you, too, Sean," I said, maybe a little louder than him. "You fucking hot stud," he growled, a little tipsy from the drinks, as he hooked his thumb in my shorts and slipped them down, exposing my body. I could sense he was shimmying out of his shorts behind me, too. We were going to fuck again. I started to move toward the bed, but Sean's arm held tight around my waist. "No, here," he said. "I want to fuck you standing up." We hadn't done it in this position before, maybe because Sean was a good three inches taller than me, but he squatted down a little and used the angle to tease my hole with his bare prick. He felt hot and hard against my recently fucked pucker, and surprisingly I was getting really turned on and eager to be taken again. It helped that Sean was leaking a lot, slicking the way for his inward stroke. The penetration was easier for this second fuck, and I hissed excitedly as Sean fed my ass his rigid cock. He was excited, too, and he started talking dirty to me as he slowly shoved inside me. "Nice...Hot fucking jock pussy for my birthday. Oh fuck Jim your cunt's swallowing my cock." It felt great, but the angle was tough for good leverage, so Sean guided me onto the floor, on all fours. "That's it, stud, I can mount this bitch right now... You like that? Like Daddy's cock?" "Yes, sir!" I answered, enthusiastic but trying not to be too loud. He was shoving in hard and steady now, punching my prostate right and making me feel great. "I know you do, kid. Fucking knew it that night we met.... You were waiting for Big Sean to swoop in and take care of you...." "Oh Chief!" I whimpered. He was pushing my buttons, physically and emotionally. "Gonna cum, kiddo?" He growled. I could tell he was getting close to nutting himself. "Jimmy gonna come on Daddy's dick like a good little pussy?" His fingers gripped my hips tightly and his cock now punched in and out wildly. It was all sending me off to a fevered ejaculation. "That's it, boy, let it out. Daddy's got ya. I'm right here, Jimmy." He angled his body forward, hunching over me while he sprinted in my hole toward his own finish, getting his release with a heavy loud growl. If Dad and Jack hadn't heard us fuck, they certainly heard Sean's orgasm. He collapsed on my back and I braced my body to support his weight. He gave me a soft kiss at the back of my neck and muttered. "Gonna sleep soundly tonight, Jim. Thanks for an incredible birthday." *** I should have seen this coming. Maybe I did see it but rationalized it away. Anyway, on the fourth day there, Sean and I were able to get a run in that morning and spend some time reading on the beach before the clouds and wind threatened full-fledged rain. It was a tropical storm rolling in, and by the time we had our lunch, around 1PM, it started pouring outside. It looks like the next day to day and a half of our vacation would be a wash out "Might as well get an early start," Jack said as he walked into the den area with four beer cans. The day drinking felt fun, something I hadn't done in a long time, and with the present company I was having a blast. It helped all of our moods, as we nursed a slow buzz that grew into a low-key drunkenness by 6 or so. Maybe that's why it happened. Or it would have happened anyway. But it was just me and Sean on one couch, Dad and Jack on the other. Talking, getting a little raunchier in our jokes. The storm was warm and humid and Sean had just his PT shorts and ball cap on, me some mesh gym shorts. Dad and Jack were in their khaki shorts but were shirtless, showing off the deep red-chestnut tans they had. I think Sean's and my casualness were rubbing off on them. Dad's torso covered in his silvery brown hair, Jack's all smooth. Yeah, I noticed that Dad and his boyfriend were looking great. Not perfectly toned like Sean but masculine and comfortable in their bodies. A combination of sexy and handsome. I keenly observed their chest and arms, built shoulders and hairy legs but didn't think of it as outright lusting but more a low-key appreciation of the male form. The way I'd often scope out men, usually older men. We were all feeling relaxed. That's why I didn't flinch or think twice when Sean draped his arm around my shoulder affectionately, rubbing my chest muscle lazily and finally grazing my exposed nipple, which immediately firmed up into a nub at his touch. My dick also filled out pretty damn quick. Between the alcohol and sensualness of Sean's touch and the fact I hadn't gotten laid that day... it all short-circuited my ability to hold back my erection. Sean noticed and laughed. Looking over at the other couch, he said, "In case you haven't noticed, your son's nipples are really sensitive." What the fuck? This went beyond one of those outrageous Sean things to say. My body seized up, nervous as fuck, and I was afraid how Dad would react. Dad had a poker face, though. Where Sean knew how to push my buttons by catching me off guard, it was like Dad was on to his game. And he knew he had to give Sean a bit of his own medicine. "You seem to forget Sean," he spoke in his clear, deep Dad voice. "I was fucking him before you did." We sat silently, the four of us trading glances, and the only sound was the rain from outside. I then heard, and could feel, Sean gulp next to me. He nodded, and said, "Daddy's prerogative." "Fuck guys," Jack exclaimed, both turned on and exasperated by the underlying tension of the conversation. I looked over at him and he nervously caught my eye. I knew immediately what was going through his head. He'd been fixated on me and Dad and had undoubtedly told Dad he wanted to see something happen. But now that it might happen, he feared what Pandora's box was opening. Dad for his part placed his arm around Jack possessively, matching Sean's gesture. "You OK, babe?" he asked, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss. "Um, yeah," Jack said, almost trying to convince himself. Then they kissed again, the peck turning into a full-blown kiss. Sean pulled my face to his and kissed me, softly but full of tongue. Talk about a head-fuck! Both couples were making out at the same time, in the presence of one another. I was hard as a rock and a little out of breath when we broke our kiss. Jack and Dad were looking over at us. Excited, their faces flush red. "I guess you guys are going to want to go to your room," Jack said. Tossing out the idea that we might NOT leave. "If you want," I said, the situation and the drunkenness giving me some bravado at last. "Though you already heard us fucking the other night." My words surprised Sean, who broke into a sly grin. I surprised myself to be honest. "We heard you, too," Sean added. His finger playing with my nipple again. Dad grinned, leaning back, his strong middle-aged officer body seeming bigger next to Jack's trimmer build. His hairy body really looked magnificent. Jack still seemed a little anxious, not sure how this was going to play out. "So," Dad asked. "Where does that leave us?" Sean smiled, a little nervousness showing behind his confident exterior. "Well, sir, that's for you and Jack to say. I've already crossed too many lines this afternoon." "You have," Dad said, seriously but not angrily. "Fortunately, my son thinks the world of you." "I'm a lucky man," Sean said. "You are," Dad replied. He reached down and adjusted his crotch, where his erection throbbed. "So... if I'm not speaking out of line... Jim tells me you've wanted to see me and him put on a little show." My heart pounded. Oh fuck, this was going to happen! Sean looked at me to get my reaction. Concern on his face that I might not want to do it, but a real eager hopefulness, too. I nodded, barely, but giving my assent. Sean turned back to Dad. "No disrespect, Captain, but seeing you and Jim together would be one of the hottest things in my life." Dad's steely gaze melted into a smile. He patted Jack's knee, "This guy's, too," he laughed. "Oh fuck!" Jack said, this time almost exhaling it as a sigh. Improbably he felt even more over his head than me at that moment. I stood up. I couldn't hide my hardon and didn't try to. "Jack, why don't you go next to Sean?" Jack gulped and stood up, crossing over to switch seats with me. It was awkward, real awkward for a half-minute, but Dad put his strong arm around me, like Sean's had been just before. It felt good and welcome, similar from my boyfriend's yet different in hardness, size, and warmth. It was Dad. I kind of relaxed into his embrace, a gesture that turned Sean on big time. I could see my man's prick erect in his Army shorts. Jack was throwing hard, too. "If you want you can touch Jack, too, Sean," Dad instructed. "He's attracted to you, too." Sean grinned and pulled Jack's face into a kiss, commanding and show-off-y in his making out with Dad's boyfriend. I could tell Jack felt nervous at first but he got into the kiss. They both had excited grins as they broke off and looked over at us. Dad turned toward me with a sexy grin. He didn't go in for the kill. Instead, he put his finger under my chin and stroked me gently. That gesture alone thrilled me and my arm reached up to touch his hairy forearm. Our faces grew closer and we turned a little to the side to keep our noses from bumping and then my lips pressed against my father's. It was our first kiss in a long time. Since Mexico, and since I'd told Dad it was have to be just sex, no kissing. But Dad was kissing me now, his soft masculine tongue pushing between my spread lips, and I was kissing him back. And it was wonderful. "Oh my fucking god," Sean exclaimed. "Oh Shit!" Jack hissed. It was a very personal connection between me and my father, but we also had an audience and we both fed off our boyfriends' excitement. We didn't have to look over to know they watched in rapt attention to us. Father and son making out. Dad undoing his shorts and me getting the message by taking them off, baring my father and his huge erection for everyone to see. "Jesus," Sean asked Jack when he saw the size of Dad's cock. "Does he fuck you with that thing?" "Yeah," Jack chuckled. "He can get a little rough, too." "Fuck!" Sean exclaimed. I was breaking the embrace and started kissing my way down his burly chest and his furry stomach. I gripped his iron-hard prick and pulled it toward my mouth, giving Dad a few licks and then taking his giant dick in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum," Sean hissed and I looked over to see he had his PT shorts beneath his balls and was stroking out a healthy load onto his rippled abs. He casually flicked off the excess cum from his hand and leaned back to continue watching, his cock still had and pulsing, wet on his stomach. I winked at him and turned my attention back to Dad. Swallowing him. Not all the way, of course, but the best I could. And Dad placed his hand on the top of my head to guide me down, urging me to take an extra quarter-to-half inch each time down. "That's it, son. Suck my cock. Suck your Dad," he urged in his deep voice. At those words I heard Jack cum. "So fucking hot, right?" Sean asked him, his voice hoarse and cracked with desire. "Yeah," Jack hissed, still feeling the shocks of his nut. "I can't believe it." I bobbed faster, really getting into blowing Dad. I wandered if he was going to come soon. After all neither Dad nor I had much staying power with each other, the incest dynamic was just too powerfully hot for us. And the scene that was playing out just amplified it. But then Dad's hands held my head still and slowly eased me off his prick. "One of you guys go get some lube," he ordered. "Damn!" I don't know if it was Sean or Jack. And I don't know who went to fetch the lubricant, I was too busy tonguing Dad's hairy balls. In a half minute Dad was catching a tube that one of them had tossed and was flicking the cap. I looked up to see the clear liquid cascading over the huge length, coating it for what I knew would be a good shafting. It had been a while since I'd taken Dad this way, so I wanted to sit on him to control the pace. I dropped my shorts and scrambled up and met him with a heavy kiss, lustier this time. Reaching back I guided his long cock to my hole and pressed back. The penetration wasn't instant or effortless but I was very worked up and pretty soon I was sinking onto down, down deeper toward his lap. I could look over at the other men now and they watched us mate. Connect, father to son. Even after cumming, their dicks were rock hard and I could tell that they were trying to resist touching themselves for fear of coming again, too soon. It was a cycle. Sean and Jack would urge us on, but then would sit and watch silently while me and Dad fucked. Then one of theme would toss out a nasty word to encourage us. Eventually, my attention returned to my father and my father alone, as his hands stroked my body, feeling my chest and arms and waist as he pumped into me. It was like the flood gates were open for us, because we kept meeting each other's open mouth with a heavy kiss, even as our hips thrust in synchronicity, driving more of Dad's spike deep into me. As much as we tried to hold off, it was getting to be too much. The excitement as well as the physical sensation. Dad broke our kiss and looked up at me with a heavy look in his eye. "Oh Slugger, I'm gonna...." "Oh Dad," I hissed. I barely touched my dick, and my cum started spurting between us, all over his chest. My orgasm was intense and toe-curling, and I was really soaking Dad in heavy spurts as I had one of the hardest cums in my life. Dad's grip grew tighter on my biceps as his body stiffened and he grunted loudly, signaling that he was shooting his paternal seed deep in me. There's something beautiful about seeing a man cum, and my father was particularly hot when he was having an orgasm. Our lips connected, more softly this time and when we broke, Dad had a big smile on his face. I'm sure I did too. "So good, Jim," he said softly. "Yeah," I muttered and slowly lifted my muscular body off his lap, shaking off the stiffness as I stood up. "Was that everything you guys expected?" I asked Sean and Jack, who both had unloaded again. Sean nodded, dumbly, I think too emotional and lust-overloaded to speak. "Beyond incredible," Jack said as he got up and went to fetch some washcloths to clean off. We pulled our shorts back on and opened another beer, sitting back with our respective partners. "Fuck, that was crazy," Dad finally said and we all started laughing at the released tension and basking in the post-sex mood. Sean playfully ruffled my hair and pulled me toward his big body. "Yeah, and hot. Never thought I'd be able to cross THAT off my bucket list. Thanks guys." A nagging part of me felt we shouldn't have done what we just did, but at the moment it felt great, sharing my love with these guys like this. *** I woke up around 8 the next morning. Sean was sleeping in, soundly, so I went out on my own to get some coffee. A pot was already made and Dad was enjoying his cup on the deck. "Hey there, Slugger. Sleep OK?" "Yeah, Dad," I said sitting in a chair beside his. "Pretty crazy night," I addressed the elephant in the room. Dad nodded. "Yep. Too crazy?" I could tell he was nervous about what the fallout would be. "Nope," I answered without hesitation. "I'm good." Then added, "Sean and I are good." Dad seemed relieved. "Glad to hear. That was very hot." I grinned. "It was." We sat back and looked out on the waves, and enjoyed the coolish morning breeze blowing across our bodies. "You remember the first time you sucked me, Jim?" Dad finally asked. "Like I could forget, Dad." He acknowledged the absurdity of his question. "Guess not. Anyway, I wanted to do what we did so bad, but it had to be you to make the first move. And you did." "I couldn't help myself," I reflected. "I'm glad you took the initiative, Slugger," Dad said. "And, well, last night, I felt I had to take the initiative. Get what we have between us out in the open. We'll figure out where to go from here." A worry entered my head. "Dad, you're not breaking up with Jack are you?" The idea mortified me, doubly because I might be responsible for it. "No," Dad shook his head. "Not at all. I love Jack. I don't know that marriage is in the cards for us..." he continued. "But we think of ourselves that way. We've even thinking of having a ceremony some time." While gay marriage wasn't nation-wide then, DC had adopted it. "That'd be awesome, Dad!" For all the sexual and emotional highlights of the week, this news gave me a profound sense of happiness. It was like Dad and Jack were right together. "Thanks, Slugger. We've not announced anything yet, but I wanted you to know that whatever happened last night, Jack and I are as good as always." "Me and Sean are solid, too, Dad," I said. "I don't know that I've said this to anyone, including Sean, but sometimes I love him so much it hurts." I felt dumb saying that and immediately wished I hadn't. "What do you mean?" Dad asked softly, in a tone that said he wanted me to talk, to let it out. "I dunno... it's just... Everything has gone so well, I just sometimes worry something's going to fuck it up. And I don't think I could stand losing him, Dad. God, I feel dumb," I added. Maybe Dad and I were too close to be sharing my relationship thoughts with him, but I really had no one else in my life I could talk to about stuff like this. Dad patted me on the knee. "You're not dumb, Jim. You're a McGrath, that's all. We take everything too seriously." "You get that, too?" I laughed. I'd been taunted for being earnest my whole life, but I assumed that people would expect it from a Navy officer. Dad chuckled, "Oh all the fucking time. From Jack especially." He gave me a conspiratorial wink, "I think secretly the guy likes me like that, though." We were chatting in a light-hearted mood when Sean opened the screen door and walked out, barechested and looking hot as ever, a coffee cup in his hand. "Looks like the storm blew through." "Yep," Dad said, "And the sun should be back this afternoon. Stay away from the water, though, there's going to be rip currents." "Will do, Captain," Sean said, in a tone that was genuinely deferential. He propped up against the railing and looked like he had something he wanted to say. "I need to apologize sir for the way I spoke to you last night. It wasn't right." Dad's eyes twinkled and he gave a small shrug. "It led us to a fun night, so it's all good... But apology accepted." *** Sean and I got an early start off the next morning. It had been a great week at the beach, but we were eager to get back to Fayetteville and our new life together. I was apprehensive about how it would work out, but excited for the change, too. Mostly excited to be around Sean 24/7. Sean looked over at me as we were driving off the barrier island. "We good, Big Guy?" I looked at him, confident in our relationship even after this crazy week. "We're good, Chief. I love you, man." "Love you, too." We chatted a little while and after a pause Sean got a big smile. "You know I wasn't sure what to expect from your Dad's cock. It's fucking huge." "I know, I told you," I laughed. "When someone tells you a dick's that big you don't believe them. He got the length and you got the width, huh, Big Guy?" "Something like that," I smiled, feeling proud of the McGrath genes. "You ever think of taking a dick Dad's size up your ass?" We hadn't talked about Sean and Dad pairing up but I wanted to tease him about his interest in Dad's endowment. "Fuck no!" he objected. "That monster's not getting anywhere near my hole. I got my hands full with your tool, Jim." We drove a long and I decided I wanted Sean's dick again. Then and there. I unbuckled and leaned over in his lap. Sean's momentary surprise turned into an excited expectation once he realized what I was doing. I pulled down his shorts and took his rapidly growing prick in my mouth. Bathing it, making love to his phallus, and nursing it to full-on hardness while he drove and placed his right hand on my head. He didn't speak but just let me suck him to completion. After I pulled back and readjusted my seat belt, he looked over at me with a contented smile, readjusting his shorts. "Jesus, fuck, that was hot, Jim." I gripped the erection tenting my own shorts. "Well, you're returning the favor when we get home." "Will do, Big Guy." Sean smiled, then added. "You know that's the first time you called the place in Fayetteville home?" He was right.