Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2018 01:03:52 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 42 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. The story is winding down with four chapters planned as of now. Naval Tradition 42 Florida Panhandle November 2009 "Are you ready?" I asked Sean as we got out of the rental car. "Christ, Jim, I think you're more nervous than I am," Sean said gruffly, tossing his duffel bag over his shoulder. Beneath his demeanor, though, I knew he was apprehensive about meeting my brothers for the first time. Because of his move and work obligations, Dad hadn't hosted Christmas last year, and the previous year it felt too early in Sean and my relationship. And it had been a while since the McGraths all got together.... too long. But we were gathering at a quiet beach on the Florida Panhandle for a long weekend in early November. It was after my season wrapped up, and Matt had a window before his deployment. Besides, with all of us scattered and two of my brothers with kids, meeting the holidays was getting tougher. Dad and Jack rented a couple of houses and we were all there. John and Kate with their kids, Paul and Jess and their daughter (who was unbelievably already 3), Matt and Emily, me and Sean, my Uncle Mike and Lisa. They all knew I was involved with Sean and that I had been living with him in the off season. But Dad and Jack were the only ones to have met him. So Sean was right. I was more nervous than he was. I wanted my family to like Sean and welcome him. I was also apprehensive about how the age difference would play out. I know from conversations with John, after I admitted Sean's age, that he questioned whether I should be dating someone much older. I can't blame my brother, since he's only looking out for me, but the older-younger thing that seemed normal when I was with Sean seemed different to outsiders. Paul was his easygoing self, barreling up to Sean and grasping his hand in a firm shake. "Paul McGrath.... you must be Sean." He grabbed my boyfriend in a hearty hug before even getting an answer. John was a little more distant but he gave a friendly handshake, too. Matt entered from the kitchen and walked up for his introduction. "Fuck, you're tall," he laughed. He turned to me and asked, "Couldn't you have found a boyfriend that didn't make me feel so short?" Then he stretched out his arms to embrace me. "Great to see you, little bro." God it was awesome to be with family again. I know Dad was thrilled beyond belief, I could just read it in his face. Sean met my brother's partners and families and my Uncle and his girlfriend. Uncle Mike had a beer open for us each. "You're behind us a couple, gentlemen." It was funny to see how much Mike had the outgoing personality in the family, much like Paul and Matt, whereas John and I took after Dad's serious side. We caught up. Everyone asked me how the season went and if I was looking forward to next year. They were too polite to ask if I had a chance of making the majors, but I gave them a little report of my season in Round Rock without boring them with details. I'd seen my brothers off and on, but gathered all together the changes were noticeable. John started to look older, like a guy in his 30s would. Paul had packed on a beer belly and bulked up even more. Matt was looking more and more like a young Navy officer. His hair was already thinning some, which made him look more mature for his age, I guess. "Um, " Matt said later in the evening, "Em and I have some news." It turns out they'd just gotten engaged. We were all thrilled. Dad especially. That night I cornered Matt when he was alone to give my congratulations. "I'm so happy for you, bro." I was slurring my words just slightly from the beers, but I meant them no less. "Thanks, Jim," he said. "I feel like the luckiest guy." He looked at me with a goofy grin and nudged my arm. "Glad to see you happy too, bro. You deserve it. Sean's a great guy." I blushed but thanked him. "Doesn't mean I won't kick his 6'5" ass if he ever hurts you, bro," Matt deadpanned and I laughed. It did feel weird that Matt and I had the one-time unspoken connection between us, in that Philadelphia hotel room. That I had fucked my brother. We hadn't spoken of it since, and part of me wondered if I should bring it up now that we were alone. But I didn't. Matt was happy and I could tell Emily was a right match for him. Some things don't need to be talked about, I decided. **** The next day was a gorgeous day and the Gulf water was actually still warm enough for swimming. So after a lazy morning and a long breakfast, we spent much of the day on the beach, before the sun started its descent, earlier now that it was late autumn. It was a fun day and a great chance to hang out with my family and catch up. I could see how my oldest brothers were as Dads, too. I didn't see kids as part of my future, but I did sometimes wonder what it would be like to have them, the good and the bad, the joys and the sacrifices too. I thought of all Dad had sacrificed for us, raising us alone for many years, and putting us before his own needs and wants. I would never fully understand what that would be like, but now that I was older I definitely had a different perspective on Dad and saw him more as a person, not just Dad, you know. When I got back to the house, Jack had started the grill and Matt assisted him in preparing burgers and hot dogs. People were taking their turns showering off, but Sean leaned down and whispered in my ear. "What do you think about a quickie?" Sex hadn't been on my mind, but the suggestion appealed to me immediately. I nodded. It felt naughty in a way sneaking off to our room. We shut the door quietly and embraced in a hot kiss, peeling down our swim trunks and freeing our growing cocks. "I don't think my sex drive has caught up from you being away all season," Sean growled, and I knew what he meant. Being apart was tough and when baseball season was over, we were fucking three times a day easily. My dick nudged between his hairy thighs while his poked my abs. His hands traced down to cup my ass and explore my furry cleft. We didn't have too long but we didn't need much time. Within a few minutes, Sean's fingers had my pucker excited and eager to take him. I spun around and offered my ass to him. He gave me a gentle swat and said, "beautiful" as he went to retrieve the lube. I couldn't remember the last time we had fucked standing up, but Sean took me from behind and wrapped his arms around my torso for leverage and it was incredible. We both had this need that fed off each other. And Sean's fucking power as he drove his prick into me with rhythmic jabs was unbelievable. As I jerked my own dick, his cock punched my internal gland just right. "Sean, I'm gonna..." I tried to be quiet despite the orgasm wrecking my body. I was shooting against the wall. That urged Sean to fuck me in overdrive and I could hear his deep breaths and throaty growl as he unloaded his seed inside me. He gave me a gentle pat as he pulled out and hiked his trunks back up. "You can shower first," he winked. **** I talked regularly with Uncle Mike, but having him there in person meant I was able to discuss my season in detail, getting Mike's advice. I had a phenomenal year, in fact, and my uncle and I discussed the real possibility I'd be in the majors next year. "Just don't get lazy over the winter," he admonished. "I'll keep him on track," Sean chimed in, again in his manner where you weren't sure how much he was kidding. "Just give me a list of what he should be doing and I'll get on his case." The next morning Matt and Emily drove off. Emily had never been out east and they decided to see New Orleans for a couple of days. John had to get back to work, and Mike and Lisa were flying back to Chicago with them that evening. **** So by Sunday night it was just four of us, in the one house. Jack had rented it for the week, and Sean and I had nowhere to be, so we were taking up their offer to stay a couple days longer. Yeah, in the back of my mind I was hoping something would happen with Dad and Jack and me and Sean. Sean and I had discussed the possibility and were very much open to it, but now that we were face to face with Dad and Jack, I wasn't sure how anything would start up, or if it would. As we gathered after dinner, it was just regular conversation. The temperature had gone down to a brisk night, and we had sweatshirts or sweaters on as we sipped our bourbon. It was November in North Florida after all. After the first glass, I was feeling buzzed already. "Maybe I should switch to beer." I stood up. "You guys want one?" I came back with four cold ones and we proceeded to talk and make jokes. Finally Dad checked his watch. "It's already 11." "Got anywhere to be?" Jack joked. Dad smiled and leaned back, spreading his legs and patting his knees. "Fuck, I guess I don't." He looked over at me and Sean. "Damn, I'm really glad you boys could come." "Of course, Dad. Wouldn't miss it for the world. I wish you didn't have to postpone the date for me." "Worked out for everyone," Dad said, dismissing my concerns. Sean leaned forward to pipe in with his usual deadpan humor. "What do you mean 'boy'? I'm forty fucking six, Captain." Dad grinned. "You're my boy's partner. So that makes you a boy, too." I laughed, and Sean did, too. I looked over at him. "I guess we've never used that word. Partner." "Any objections, Big Guy?" Sean asked, feeling me out. "None whatsoever," I said, and we gave each other a kiss. Chaste and quick, but loving nonetheless. "You call that a kiss?" Jack teased. Sean was the man most easily baited for a challenge, and he accepted this one, turning back toward me and grabbing my head for a heavier embrace. His tongue thrust into my mouth and mine met it half-heartedly for a battle, back and forth between our open mouths as we melted into each other's arms and moaned softly. It was only when we released that kiss that I remembered Dad and Jack were watching us, and it gave me goosebumps of excitement. But as I turned back forward, I saw they were in their own kiss. Just as heavy, though a little slower in pace. It was beautiful to see. It was hard not to be impressed with how handsome they were. My dad especially, but Jack, too. Two naval officers in the prime of their adulthood enjoying each other, like they had been off and on for years. Now on for good, hopefully, I thought, though that was Dad's business. "Fuck!" Jack hissed as they broke apart, his hand reaching down to his crotch to readjust himself. "My man knows how to kiss." "I'll say," Sean said, "I remember the Captain's skills." Our first acknowledgment of our last time together as a foursome, in Philadelphia. "What exactly happened between you two that night?" I asked. Teasing but serious in my question. Sean and I had talked about it but I gathered more transpired. Sean's Southern accent was really coming out, between the alcohol and the sex talk. "I told you, Big Guy. I sucked the Captain and we made out a little." It was wild that he was talking so openly about it in front of Dad and Jack. Leave it to brash Sean to grab the bull by the horns. "A little?" Dad piped in, grinning proudly. "OK, a lot," Sean laughed. I looked over at Dad, questioning him with my eyes. "That's what we did, Slugger. Sean sucked me and we made out. A lot." I knew Dad wouldn't lie to me but something in his eyes made his reply seem cagey, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. He looked over to Jack and nudged his boyfriend's brawny upper arm. "Sounds like you guys had fun. Jack here can't stop talking about your topping ability." I let out a deep exhale of breath. This whole conversation was relaxed and friendly but incredibly perverse. It was turning me on and raising my heartbeat. "Yes, it was hot, sir." "Just hot?" Jack was trying to up the ante, and I could tell the four of us were heading for another pair up or even orgy, tonight. "More than hot," I met his challenge. I looked back at Dad. "Your boyfriend's got an incredible hole, sir. I didn't expect to see such a power bottom." I wondered if I want too far, but I felt Sean's hand on my back, and I knew he was getting turned on by this. And Dad gave a slight nod as he reached down to his own crotch to adjust his erection. "I can't believe my stud baseball-player son knows what a power bottom is," he laughed. "Is that your influence?" he turned to Sean in mock sternness. "No, sir, Captain," Sean chuckled. "That's all Jim." Dad's grim expression broke face, revealing a slight smile as his hand reached behind Jack's head and started playfully running through the short bristle of hairs on the back. "Well, if the shoe fits, right, Jack?" Jack Grant looked at my father with a dreamy, half serious expression. "Yes, Bob." Their lips met once more. Less slowness, more hunger in their kiss this time. "So," Dad said, their faces a few inches apart. "What did you like about my son's cock?" His words made me and Sean moan involuntarily in excitement but not as loudly as Jack's deep sexual grunt. "Um, his size. Your son's really hung. Thick." This was insanely hot. I could tell Jack wasn't telling Dad anything they hadn't already talked about. Instead, this was a ritual between them, verbalizing the incestuous dimension of the connection I had with them both. Moreover, this was a different side of Dad than I'd ever seen. Gone was the laid-back, caring father I knew and replaced with someone controlling and sexual. It cast a spell on Jack, and it was casting a spell on me. Probably Sean, too, cause when I looked over he had a horny look on his face. I couldn't help it. I reached down and grabbed Sean's crotch, feeling the hard-as-nails spike twitch in my grasp. Our lips met, fevered hot, and we kissed to release some of the sexual tension, though we fueled it as well. I was panting when I looked back and saw Jack's hand now in Dad's crotch, feeling my father's huge dong up inside his shorts. Dad looked up at us and asked in a quiet tone. "You boys feel like helping me out tonight? Help me take care of Jack?" "Anything you say, Captain," Sean piped in. "What about you, Slugger?" Dad asked me. "Jack's missed your thick cock." "Fuck!" Sean grunted, majorly turned on. "I'd love to fuck your man again, Dad," I answered. "If that's OK with you, sir." Dad smiled. He ruffled Jack's hair. "Yeah, it's OK. Jack's had this fantasy... of being gangbanged. I've been wanting to give him that." It was odd how Jack wasn't talking. He was being talked about, like a possession or something. It was spooky, a little, but hot. But soon he had a reason not to be talking. Dad pushed down his shorts and freed his erection, which Jack immediately swallowed and started blowing right in front of us. "Oh fuck!" Now it was my mouth emitting a shocked groan. Sean's warm body snuggled up beside mine as he gave a quick kiss and lick behind my ear. "Hot huh?" "Yeah," I croaked, watching Uncle Jack work more and more of Dad's cock into his mouth and down his throat. Dad would alternate between watching his fellow Navy officer suck dick and looking over at us with a silent sense of pride. Finally, Dad lifted Jack's head off, sending an audible PLOP sound in the room. "Why don't you go take care of the boys, babe," he said softly. Jack nodded and got up off the couch. He had that far-off look in his eyes, still. Like Dad, he switched personality when he was in sex mode, but I'd never seen the transformation so stark. With a businesslike demeanor he crouched in front of Sean. My boyfriend helped him undo the shorts, but it didn't take long. Jack was taking Sean's dick into his mouth in one-fell swoop. Deep throating the big but manageable size. "Oh Christ, man," Sean growled. Instinctively his hand reached to the top of Jack's bobbing head then he checked himself and looked up over at Dad. "Captain.... permission to guide his head?" he requested. Dad nodded, slowly caressing his own spit-slick bone. Not eager to get off but keeping the sexual intensity burning. "Permission granted, Sean." Both of Sean's hands now gripped Jack's skull. Working with Jack's own bobbing, he added just a little more forcefulness, making sure his cock punched deep into the man's throat. I could tell from Jack's grunts and the flush color of his upper body, that turned him on. My attention was on that connection between Sean and Jack, so Dad's voice snapped me to an awareness of him watching, too. "You doing OK, son?" Dad might be in sex mode, but he was still the concerned dad. Checking in with me, seeing if I was OK with this. "Very much, sir," I answered. "Though I think Jack may be spoiling Sean for cocksucking from here out." Dad laughed as he continued to stroke his dick. I was now undoing my shorts and slipping them off. "Don't worry, Jim," Sean said. "You give pretty amazing head, too." "He does," Dad said. He turned to Sean. "Sean... you're wanting to fuck his face?" Half question, half statement. "Yes, sir, Captain." "Permission granted." And just like that Sean was holding Jack's head steady while his hips pumped steadily into the man's mouth. Slowly at first to make sure Jack could handle the pistoning cock, then faster, and harder. "Oh fuck," Sean hissed. "He just fucking takes it." His face fuck grew more frenzied before he pulled Jack's head clear off, leaving his erection to bounce down on his abs. "I almost came," Sean said, catching his breath. "My turn," I said, standing up impatiently. I stepped right up to Jack and guided his mouth to my cock. I don't know I pushed into his mouth or if he swallowed me in. Maybe a little of both. But I was experiencing what Sean just was. I wondered if I should ask for permission, like Sean did. That was clearly part of the sex talk between them, but an edge of honest request, too. Besides, Jack was Dad's boyfriend and I should respect that. "I want to fuck his face, too, Dad. Can I?" "Have at it, Slugger. He wants that, too." Fuck! This was a crazy set up, and I was loving it. Particularly as I started thrusting into Jack's docile throat. I now had a different perspective on Jack Grant. Remembering Captain Henson and the way he'd broken in my own throat, and knowing that's what Jack craved, too. Maybe more. "Damn, Captain," I heard Sean say. "Your dick's so fucking big." "I recall you've already told me that." "Well it still is." I was engrossed in fucking Uncle Jack's face that it took me a minute to realize that Sean had crossed over to crouch in front of Dad. He was going to suck him again, no losing bet this time. I watched as my man took Dad's prick into his mouth. Making love to the staff before stuffing a few more inches in and starting a nice, steady bob. It was too hot to watch and I had to pull out before coming. Jack caught his breath and looked up at me with an eager submission. I almost speared his mouth once more but knew I'd come. Dad saw my predicament. "Let's get to the bedroom." I wasn't sure how this was going to go down, but after Jack removed his clothes, he went from passive partner to taking the initiative. Hungrily, he pulled me in for a kiss. His skin felt hot to the touch and our cocks rockhard against one another. Stepping back, Jack pulled me along with him and we fell back onto the bed, me on top. The man's strong legs parted and wrapped around my waist, leaving no mistake about what he wanted to go down. I made out with Jack and ground against his hard, middle-aged officer body. If I didn't have Sean in my life, I'd be jealous that Dad was able to fuck with a guy this hot regularly. I felt a slick hand graze my balls and then Jack grunted. He was getting fingered and lubed up. "Shit, fuck..." he hissed. "I need you guys in me." His words egged me on, and I scooted down so my cock was riding down toward his hole. Those same lubey fingers - Dad's? Sean's? - gripped my rod and guided it in. This wasn't me at my most finessed, but Officer Grant didn't care. His hole welcomed my invading prick with the expected snugness but no further resistance. I could actually feel the tension ease from his body when I slid in. My balls kissed his cheeks, then I pulled out again for another inward thrust. Hard. Then another. I should have gone easier on the guy but I was out of control turned on. Particularly when Dad and Sean started caressing my muscle and kissing me from both sides. My orgasm was working up, real quick. "Ungh!" I grunted and shot a heavy stream of cum inside Jack. I thrust again and again, not fast but with deliberate hard pumps to ride out my orgasm. I gathered myself and slowly slid out. I'd barely cleared the breach, when Sean nudged me out of the way and crawled into my place. He lasted longer, and fucked faster, too. Almost jackrabbit thrusts as his hips went into overdrive. Jack emitted a series of whiny grunts that sounded like pleasure. In any case, they seemed to urge Sean on. My man was beautiful to watch in action. Hard-built muscles working in perfect tandem. I wondered if this is what it looked like when Sean fucked me. It would be a trip to have a mirror set up some time so I could see it first hand. Pretty soon, Sean was getting his nut, too. "Gonna cum in you, Commander," he growled, and then his hips lurched forward and locked as Jack got seeded with his second load. Dad was dripping pretty hard as he watched and he gave a quick swipe of his hand along his long cock to slick it with his precum before he flipped Jack over and entered the man from behind. "Fuck him, Dad," I urged. Dad nodded, increasing his fuck tempo and holding on tightly to Jack's hips. He wasn't going wild with his thrusts, but given Dad's size, Jack really had to feel it. I don't think I could take a pounding like that. "Get up here, boys," Dad said. "One of you on each side," he directed. It was like we were completing a short circuit. There was the sexual connection between Dad and Jack, but also a threeway circuit between me, Sean and Dad. My father kissed Sean, who moaned excitedly into the kiss. Then me. Sean watched as me and Dad made out. Then we switched again. It was turning Dad on, big time. The second his lips left Sean's and came over to touch mine, Sean piped in. "Kiss your son, Captain." Dad's orgasm was instantaneous. He grunted in my mouth and I felt the stiffness of his upper body. The biggest surprise, though was when Dad pulled out and Sean swooped down to suck his now spent dick, covered in all three of our jizz. I nudged mine at Sean's lips. He couldn't take both of us but alternated between us as Dad and I kissed. "I gotta get off," Jack said plaintively. He'd leaned up and gripped his erection, which was swollen and red. I pulled back and got behind him. "Not yet," I urged. "I want another go." I wrapped my arms around his in-shape muscular front, feeling the fur and the hard muscle. And I pushed in, feeling Dad's and Sean's seed mixed with my first load. I heard Sean chuckle at our impetuousness, but I was majorly turned on, and Jack was even more in a fevered state, bucking his ass against each of my thrusts. It was a fun role reversal. When Jack took my cherry he was bigger, older, and more muscular than me. Now, I outpowered him, despite his being much older than me. I mean, in my mind he was still a paternal figure, Uncle Jack to be precise, an elder who I looked up to. But physically, I was owning his body, my cock was making him whimper with deep grunts. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he cried and his navy officer body clenched up in orgasm as his jizz sprayed all over the bed. "Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed as he rode out that cum, and as I got closer to mine. I hoped he could last till I nutted, and he did. Maybe barely, but it didn't take me longer before I felt my second load travel up and burst its way inside Jack Grant's insides. I collapsed against his back, catching my breath now. I gave his back a quick kiss as I finally parted and plopped onto the bed. "Feeling tuckered out?" Sean asked, his dick erect from watching me and Jack but not communicating any urgency. I felt embarrassed, but I was wiped out. The long day and the alcohol and the sex were catching up with me. "Yeah," I nodded, barely able to keep open my eyes. I shut them, intending to just for a brief minute to regain my energy. I heard soft kissing and soft talking in the bed next to me. But that's the last I heard before falling asleep. **** I woke up the next morning a little disoriented, aware only that I was in an unfamiliar bed but momentarily unable to figure out where. As I shuffled in the bed, I felt a warm strong body behind mine, and a built arm reach around to hold me and press my back toward the man's chest. I immediately assumed it was Sean but as I looked down I saw the silver hairs among the brown ones on a familiar forearm. Dad's. "Mmmn," My father muttered in his morning bed voice. "You awake Slugger?" "Yeah Dad," I croaked. I often woke up with morning wood but maybe last night's activities drained me a little, though not too much. My dick was now spring to life, growing firmer and thicker by the second. I probably bucked my ass against his crotch, and I know he was giving soft thrusts against me. "It was a treat to be able to spend the night with you," he said. Kisses against the side of my neck. I rolled around so my mouth could meet his. Fuck, I'd almost forgotten how well Dad could kiss. Soft, sensual but manly, you know? He was reminding me now as our bodies clutched together. We smelt of sex from the night before, but at that moment our scents were a turn on for me, maybe Dad too, cause he rolled on top of me, our bodies humping more, excitedly. "You know I have to ask, Slugger. You OK with all this?" He looked down on me with lust, but concern, too. Part of me wished he didn't have to feel so cautious around me but the other half was glad he did. "It's a trip, Dad," I replied. "But it's awesome. Being with you and Jack, too." My hands reached up to feel his strong arms. I remember how I was young those arms seemed so powerful to me. They still did, even though I had biceps and triceps that matched his in size and were starting to outmatch them in strength. "Um... where's Sean and Jack?" "Not enough room in these beds for all of us," he answered drawing his rigid dick along mine in a slow thrust as we talked. "So we paired up again. You conked out first, and I think Sean wanted another go with Jack." "It was wild seeing another side of Jack," I said. "You haven't seen all of it," he chuckled and the idea there was more to Jack, to their relationship, was an exciting turn on. He leaned down and kissed me, more feverishly this time. "I want inside you, Jim." I wanted that too, but I froze with the sudden awareness that Sean and I hadn't explicitly talked about this. I remembered back after our Philadelphia foursome when I made some assumptions that I regretted. "Um, Sean..." I started, unable to articulate my hesitation. Dad knew what I meant. "He's given me permission. That is, if you want to, Jim." I leaned up and met him in a kiss that signaled my desire. Dad returned it, humping against my body while I spread my legs and wrapped his waist the best I could. In a rush now, Dad reached over for some lube. He slathered up and soon was pressing into my tight hole. Dad doesn't have my thickness but his dick's really big and he's fatter than Sean's endowment. I could see the tension in his face between wanting to just fuck me and the acknowledgment this was going to take some work. "Hold steady, Slugger," he grunted and then contracted his ass muscle to push in a few inches in. I exhaled loudly and held on to Dad. Tight. I'd taken him before, several times, but it was like we were starting all over again. "Fuck I missed this," Dad said. "It's like our fucks in Mexico." That memory came flooding back to me. The fateful spring break when I'd really grown close sexually with my father and when we'd stopped shy of getting emotionally closer. The sexual excitement was coming back and truth be told some of the emotions, too. "Fuck me, Dad," I hissed. "I missed that cock. I missed you." Dad humped in. Buried now. All ten inches of my Navy office father inside me. It felt on the edge of uncomfortable, and I strained to relax. I was winning the battle with my inner reflexes but barely. Dad's voice was deeper and scratchier almost, communicating his need. "You liked that week, didn't you, Slugger?" He pulled out slowly and thrust in again. "Yes, sir," I admitted. "I love it. Too much." That seemed to be what Dad wanted to hear because his lips were on me again. Hot, and a little dry to the touch until our tongues met. I was getting majorly fucked. Not that Dad wasn't careful with me, but I had to adjust to his size, especially in missionary position. "I'm not sure I did right by you, Jim," Dad grunted, his emotions running wild. "Not sure I'm doing right by you now." He was picking up speed. I gently hiked my ass up in mini-thrusts to time with his inward motion. "You're very much doing me right," I said, bringing the talk back to sex and away from the emotional minefield. Dad smiled and started fucking me with slowish but determined strokes. It was feeling good. No, it was starting to feel glorious. "I don't know how long I can last," he huffed. Staying power was always a problem with us, and Dad was doing better than normal. "Go ahead, Dad. Cum. I'm almost there, too." His words swallowed in his mouth as he fucked me. "God, Slugger. I'm gonna..." "Yeah Dad. Fuck me. Fuck your son." His deep voice gave was to high-tenor cries and I knew he was ejaculating in me. A good heavy cum. It made me feel completely connected to him, and with rapid strokes I pounded my cock to orgasm, sending my own seed over my chest. "Fuck!" I yelled, a little too loudly. I had to push him off as soon as I came, the intensity of his size was starting to be too much on my ass. Dad crawled to the side of me and let me recover. We had a quick peck of satisfaction after then Dad looked at me with his serious Dad look. "I keep complicating your life." "Fuck no, Dad," I replied, feeling the sex endorphins and this intense connection we just hand. But then I realized that wasn't the truth. "Well, maybe just a little," I laughed. He laughed, a little wistful. "I want you to know I respect the hell out of what you and Sean have going on. I'd never intrude on that." "I know Dad. Same with you and Jack." He smiled and nodded. "Tell me if I'm out of line, Jim, but we've loved exploring sex with you guys. Any time you want to come visit for more, or we can come to you...." He stopped himself, either embarrassed to spell it out or worried he would upset me. "I'd have to talk to Sean, Dad." This was all titillating but it was kind of heavy, too. "Of course," he said. "Come on, let's shower up." As amazing as the sex was, it was almost as amazing to be able to share a shower with Dad. We didn't fool around though we couldn't resist kissing a couple of times. The sensation of his lips on mine, his stubble rubbing my cheek, made my cock twitch, and in a painful way. "I think I've reached overstimulation point," I said. Dad laughed in sympathy, and gave me a quick swat on my butt. "All right, I'll let you finish up on your own. Dad stepped out and shaved and groomed himself while I finished with a leisurely few minutes under the hot water. My muscles felt stiff, whether from the sex or the alcohol I didn't know, but I felt myself both loosening up and waking up under the spray. Dad had on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt when I stepped into the bedroom, and he tossed me a pair of gym shorts. "Jack's should fit you if you want to wear them for now." I slipped them on, feeling a little bit of a kink, like I was Dad's other boyfriend. Dad and I made our way to the kitchen, where Sean was working on breakfast. "Morning, Captain, Morning, Jim," he said. "Coffee's made so help yourself. I'm working on my famous French toast." "It's the only thing he knows how to make," I filled Dad in as we fixed our coffee. "But it's the best world's French Toast hands down." "Damn straight," Sean growled. He was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and his bare upper body looked just magnificent. I swear I'd never get tired of looking at Sean's body. He set down the carton of eggs and stepped up to me. "Don't I get a good morning kiss?" I kissed him, a peck, but he reached behind and drew me in for a deeper, tongue-heavy kiss. He had a knowing grin on his face as we parted. Silently communicating awareness of last night's activity and what he knew likely went down between me and Dad just now. "What about the Captain?" he asked, and Dad laughed but stepped up and met my boyfriend in a soft, sensual kiss. The hardon that watching them gave me hurt a little but I couldn't help but spring a boner. "Where's Jack?" Dad asked as he broke the kiss and went back to the urgent task of fixing his coffee. "Dead to the world," Sean said matter of factly. "Probably will be for a while. I think we wore the poor fella out." It was kind of a trip to me that we were all so casually talking last night's sex. Or at least Sean was. His laid back attitude made me feel more at ease about the conversation Dad and I just had. Sean and I still had a lot to talk about, but I knew he'd given approval for me and Dad to spend the night together and have sex again. I hadn't been awake to OK him and Jack, but I felt fine with it. We all sat down to eat when Jack waltzed out, wearing only some briefs and a hungover look. He grabbed a coffee mug. "My ass is off limits for the next week. That goes for you, too, Bob." We laughed, maybe a little too cruelly. But Jack gave a wry smile as he sat down to join us. "But it was fun as hell. Thanks, fellas." **** The rest of our stay there was normal, more or less. Sean and I were tuckered out that night. And the following night we went off to our normal bedrooms at bed, so Sean and I had a nice 69 session before staying up and talking about the weekend's developments. "Dad more or less threw out an open invitation to come visit them," I told him, relating a little bit of what Dad and I had talked about. "I take it you mean more than a normal father-son visit," Sean prodded. "Dad would be fine with that too, but yeah, he was implying they'd love to hook up again as a foursome. Maybe on an ongoing basis." "That'd be hot," Sean said matter-of-factly. "How do you feel about it?" "Part of me thinks it's complicating things. Part of me this it's hot as hell." I said. "The hot as hell part is winning out though." Sean laughed and gave me a quick kiss. "It's your call Big Guy. I love the dynamic we have with the Captain and Jack, but it's your dad. You gotta do what's right for you." I had a hard time getting to sleep that night, mulling over all the possibilities. I wondered what I wanted from my father and if I should be wanting it. But Dad seemed to want more of a connection, too. And Jack was seemingly fine with it. I had a boyfriend who was understanding but who most of all loved sex and had some daddy issues of his own. Before I drifted off to sleep I decided not to worry. I'd been happy this weekend and had fun, too, and I shouldn't beat myself up over that. We'd have to feel out the new boundaries, maybe, but it'd be worth it, I was sure.