Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2018 18:39:26 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Naval Tradition 43 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 43 Houston Spring and Summer 2010 Nothing can capture the feeling of your major league debut. It had been a tough four-year slog through the minors, but I was called up to the Astros for the 2010 season. I was nervous but excited as hell. The first at bat, I struck out 1-2-3. The second time around I regained my composure and focus. One the third pitch I connected for a solid base hit. A couple of at-bats later Manzella had an RBI that had me coming across the plate. It was one of the most exciting moments of my life. Sean was there to watch, of course, and Dad, Jack, and Uncle Mike. I met up with them afterword and was rewarded with strong hugs all around. "So proud, Jim," Dad said into my ear. "Nothing like your debut, huh?" Uncle Mike said. "Kind of like losing your virginity. It goes too quick but you never forget it." I think I blushed a little knowing that the man who did take my cherry was standing right there and was smirking at my discomfort. "Christ," Mike muttered low. "For a gay dude, you sure are prim." The guys laughed, and I had to laugh along, too. We went out for drinks. After a round, my family called it an evening and decided to head back to their hotel, leaving me and Sean. "Man, Sean, I feel on top of the world. It's incredible." I said. I was still pumped with endorphins and the excitement of being in the majors. I'd earned it but had to pinch myself. "Major league stud," he growled. "You did it, Jim." "Fuck, I did." Our eye contact grew heavier. I wanted Sean bad, and I could tell he wanted me. Sean patted my knee, innocently enough, but leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "So is my major league player feeling horny?" "Fuck, Sean, you don't even know. SO horny right now." "I love it when you get like this," he said with a smirk. "Like that first night we met." I leaned and growled into his ear. "Only I'm fucking you tonight, Chief." Sean nodded his assent but added. "Don't go too rough, Big Guy. I'm not Jack." We'd hooked up with Dad and Jack a few times and we were both amazed and turned on by Jack's bottoming ability. "You were cherry when I met you," I reminded him, feeling a continued pride that I was the one who got Sean Carter's virginity. I could tell Sean's pride still smarted a little, but I couldn't resist reminding him from time to time. I had an apartment for now in Houston. When Sean and I got back there we stripped for one another, making a show of it. "Damn, you are horned up, aren't you Big Guy?" he said looking at my erection. I was rock hard and dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. "Having a big stud like you to fuck," I said, excited to be able to vocalize my thoughts aloud now that we were alone. "It's like the ultimate trophy." Sean probably didn't like being referred to that way, but he humored me with a grin and by flexing his muscles and showing off his tall, perfectly built body. It really was amazing how well he maintained that build at age 46. I knew there was a lot of hard work involved, and I was the beneficiary. "How does my man want his trophy?" he winked. "All fours, Chief," I said. "You're such a romantic," Sean wisecracked but went over to the bed and got on all fours. His ass was brawny. Not huge or with much give in the cheeks. Just solid muscle, covered in fur. I dove in and started rimming him. Licking, slurping and munching on his hole. "Oh FUCK, Jim!" He growled. "Eat my fucking hole." This was something that Sean came to love more and more. I had to catch him in the right mood to bottom, but he had grown to love my rim jobs and I loved eating him out. Unless we were having a quickie or just a blowjob, I'd almost always work rimming into our sex. One thing that hadn't changed was Sean's verbal nature, and his need to order me around, even when he was about to take my dick. "Slower, man. That's it Jimmy, circle that tongue around. You know how Daddy likes it, so lick me that way. Aw FUCK!" I was leaking like mad. A heavy cascade of my dick drool ran down my cock. So I decided to try entry without lube. It's what Sean loved to do to me, and I sometimes indulged him, but at that moment I was way slicker than he ever was. "Oooh, Ungh!" Sean hissed as I entered him. I worked in gradually being sure to smear the hole with my pre in the process. His hole felt tight, insanely tight, but it didn't give too much resistance for me. I knew Sean was majorly worked up, and it was kind of a trip that he got off on me being a pro baseball player. "Ever think you'd get boned by a major league player?" I teased, saying what I knew was in his head, while my balls pressed against his ass. "Oh fuck, Jim! You fucking stud!" he growled. "You gonna take my hole?" "What do you mean, 'gonna'? I'm already taking your hole, aren't I? Making you my groupie bitch." I was starting to thrust into him with steady determined thrusts. Not fast, not hard, but he was feeling them. I could have gone harder, but I held back. "Fucking drilling you Daddy." "Big Guy needs his tail." "Yes, sir. I'm taking it, too." This was feeling good. Too good. I knew I was going to nut soon. "I got a couple in me tonight, Chief," I growled before I started ejaculating inside him. "Get off, Jim. Get off inside Daddy." I was. Big time. All the excitement and adrenaline had built up to a major orgasm for me, and a heavy load. I pulled out finally. My semen wasn't dripping out, not yet, but I knew I'd seeded Sean's hole good. "Flip over," I said, and helped guide his body as he got on his back and lifted his legs up. I scooted forward and sunk my still-hard bone into his hole. "Right back in the saddle. Fuck!" I started a slower thrust, and Sean responded, stoking his own rod excitedly while I fucked him. "Oh damn, Big Guy. You know how to make me feel stuffed full. Big fucking dick." "You should have my dad fuck you," I growled, getting into this intense connection. Sean's eyes widened and his breath shortened. Strong jets of white sperm flew out of his dick. "Oh fuck!" I slowed down more and then pulled out. I would have loved to finish for a second go inside Sean, but I knew he couldn't take it after cumming. I plopped down beside him and started stroking off, feeling the lube and my own cum frothing up on my bone. "Sorry, Jimmy. I couldn't hold back." Sean hissed before our mouths met. "You into the idea of Dad fucking you, huh?" I grinned. Sean seemed a little embarrassed but nodded. "Captain's got a huge cock, I don't think I could take it. But the idea of that monster inside me... yeah, there's something hot about that." I stroked myself faster. "Maybe I should call him over. I'd love to watch him fuck you, Sean." Sean was smiling now, playing along with the fantasy scenario. "Yeah? Wanna see the Captain screw your boyfriend? Just bend me over and mount me like a bitch..." "Oh fuck, Sean. Fuck, yeah." I was jerking my cock faster, and feeling Sean's muscular body next to mine. "You McGrath men are sex pigs. Not enough that you fuck each other, you gotta bang each other's boyfriends, too." It one of those outrageous Sean Carter statements, and this one was perfectly timed. It send my second load spurting out of my cock and onto my heaving belly as our mouths met in a hungry kiss. We made out, softly, as I came down from the sex high. Finally Sean eased back and gave me a wink. "Oh by the way, great game tonight, Jimmy." I chuckled and hoisted myself to go rinse off, with Sean three paces behind to join me in the shower. **** That first month, month and a half, was the best. I was hitting really well, adjusting to the club house, and over all just pinching myself that I'd arrived. Within a couple of weeks, I bought a condo in Houston. Two adjacent ones actually. Sean technically was the resident of the second and that provided enough cover for us. Of course we spent most nights in the same bed and most days in the same apartment, leaving the second for guests. The sex was hot as hell between us. We usually fucked before I went off to my workout, and in the evening Sean would blow me, or I'd rim him, or both. Sean was getting more into giving head, saying he liked the challenge and wanted to learn to do it better. It was always a trip to see this strong man between my legs, working to get me off. Dad had work obligations, but he came down for a couple of long weekends when the Astros had a home series. The first time was a Thursday night. Sean was up in North Carolina for a work gig, which meant it was just me and Dad. It was an afternoon game, which meant we could grab dinner after. I took him to the nicest, most expensive restaurant in Houston. The sort of high-end steakhouse where oil money types and professional athletes would dine. I'd told Dad to bring a blazer and he looked really fucking handsome. I had a new suit that my bonus money had paid for and was feeling like a million bucks. That is, until after the dinner and Dad and I were finishing the wine we'd ordered. He swirled the red liquid in his glass and looked over at me, thoughtfully. "You're 26, Slugger, and too old for one of my lectures but I'm going to give you one anyway." My heart sank all of a sudden. This was the last thing I'd expected. "I don't like you wasting your money." "What do you mean? On dinner?" "You're showing off, and I'm the last person you need to show off to." I was getting indignant now. "Jeez, Dad, I just wanted to do something nice for you." He held his ground. "I appreciate it, son. But you're not Derek Jeter, not yet. You might need that money come a rainy day. That's all I'm going to say." We weren't too talkative as I paid the bill and made our way back to the condo. "I guess I killed the mood this evening, huh?" Dad said when we walked into my place. "It's OK, Dad." I didn't like arguing with Dad. He slipped off his blazer. "For what it's worth, you look really amazing in that suit." His compliment brightened me up some, and I could see an impish twinkle in his eye. "You look good, too, Dad. You always look great." Smirking now, he stepped up to me. Our faces drew together and we kissed. "Thanks for taking your dad on a nice date, Slugger," he muttered between kisses. "Sometimes I still gotta be your Dad, you know." Something about those words, the tension between Dad as my father and Dad as a lust object, the man I was kissing, drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around him and practically humped my dad as we kissed, harder this time. "Damn, Slugger's horny," Dad growled. "Let's take this to the bedroom." We made a show of removing each other's clothes, button by button, unlacing each other's shoes, unbuckling each other's belts. It was surprisingly sexy, but of course the end result was great, too. Dad's naked body bared all for me. The outside world knew nothing of this illicit connection Dad and I had and wouldn't understand it. But behind closed doors it felt amazing to have my dad's hard cock rigid and excited for me. I knelt down and started taking Dad into my mouth. "Aw Slugger, that's it, son. Suck me. Suck your dad." Dad wasn't as verbal as Sean, but increasingly we acknowledged each other as father and son during sex, and it was majorly hot. Right now it was driving me to put extra effort into the blow job, getting more and more of his huge dick into my throat. In turn, I could feel his balls draw up and his hips give small mini-thrusts forward into my mouth. "Not yet, Slugger," Dad hissed as he pulled out. He pulled me up into a hot kiss, our tongues battling as his hands roamed all my body. "Damn, you got an amazing body, son. Always have, but now... wow!" My hands touched his meaty, hairy chest, and traveled down his front. He had just a hint of a belly these days, with the matching love handles of middle age. "You, too, Dad," I said. He growled excitedly at my touch, which was making his cock twitch against my stomach. "Not like Sean or Jack. I've let myself go a little." "You're a stud, Dad," I replied meeting him for another kiss. He took charge of this kiss, fucking his tongue into my mouth in a dominant fashion I was used to with Sean. "Is it going to take you long to cum, Jim?" Dad asked in a soft voice. His bedroom voice. "No, sir," I said. "I have a hard time holding off with you, Dad." He nodded, acknowledging this intense connection we had. "We did this in Mexico," he said, and before I realized what he was referring to, he'd pushed his cockhead against mine and worked his foreskin open around my dick. "Oh fuck, Dad," I grunted as I pressed into this soft but tight foreskin. Dad held it around me as I gave small thrusts into it. "Jack really likes this too," Dad smiled, getting off on how much it got me off. "I'll bet," I said. "Damn!" "Feeling good, Slugger?" "Yeah, Dad. So good. I can cum like this," I warned him. I wasn't at the edge yet but would be getting there soon. "That's the point," Dad said and latched his mouth on mine. He shoved his tongue in and wiggled it in my mouth, exploring my oral cavity deeply. For all that we'd fooled around, this felt the most taboo of all. Kissing my own father. I was getting really excited now. I grunted into his mouth when I came, firing my seed into his skin. A lot oozed out but when I pulled back I saw he'd captured a good amount of my cum in the hood. "Suck me off, son. Please." "Yeah, Dad," I huffed as I swooped down and started taking him into my mouth once more. I tasted my cum, and it was like a nice reminder of what would be spurting out of his dick. I'd be able to savor the taste difference between his load and my own, but also the similarity, too. I wouldn't say Dad got rough fucking my face, but he was energetic and excited as he pushed more and more of his cock into me. "Aw Jim," he cried as he got closer. "I love you, son." With that heavy spurts of my father's seed barreled into me. I did my best to swallow it all. I was getting pretty good at this part of giving head, actually. As he climbed down from his orgasm, I pulled off and gave his cock head a kiss, then leaned down and kissed his balls, as his fingers ran through my hair affectionately. "I love you, too, Dad." *** My travel schedule brought me to cities that allowed me to see my brothers. St. Louis and then Chicago in April. I was able to get VIP tickets for my brothers, and it was awesome seeing them again. And yeah, maybe it was fun showing off a little to them and enjoying having my success reflected back at me in their reactions. I remembered Dad's lecture and tried to keep more of a humble head on me. Mostly, it was feeling grown up around my older brothers. I'd always felt like a kid around them, but I was glad now to have a real accomplishment to show. We had a series against the Yankees in June, and I had a huge surprise as I exited the locker room and saw a face that I knew was familiar but I didn't immediately place. He was about my age, good looking and with another guy dressed similarly. "Jim!" the guy called out, getting my attention. It was the voice that jogged my memory. "Paul?" My high school buddy, the one who'd moved away my junior year, the guy who was the first person I came out too." He smiled big. "Yep. I hope you don't mind me coming by here. I had to convince security that I really did know you." I grabbed him into a tight hug. "Glad you did, buddy. My god, I can't believe this. This is awesome." I was overcome with excitement. Paul and I hadn't stayed in touch much after freshman year of college. "You living in New York?" "Yes," he said. Then gesturing to the guy next to him. "This is Adam." He didn't specify but I knew immediately Adam was his boyfriend. We shook hands in introduction. "I hope you don't have plans tonight," I said. "I'd love to buy you drinks, catch up." It was a lot of lost time to catch up on. I heard all about Paul's job and how long he and Adam had dated, where they lived. I told them I was involved with someone and told them a little about Sean. "That's amazing Jim," Paul said, a twinkle in his eye. I wondered if he still carried a thing for me, at least deep down, but he seemed really happy with Adam. "In case you haven't figured out, I have to keep the gay thing quiet if I want to play professionally," I said. "I know you guys might not be cool with the idea, but that's how it's got to be." "Sure, Jim," Paul said, with a tone that was understanding yet concerned. "Is that tough?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Sean and I make it work. He was military, so maybe it bugs him less than it would some guys." "We'd love to meet him," Paul said. "Sounds like an amazing guy." "He is," I smiled. "Changed my life." Adam piped in. "Maybe in the off-season you guys could come to the city." "It's a plan," I said. *** Matt was deployed but I invited Emily to one of our games in San Diego in July. I hadn't spent much time with her, so it was good to get to know her better, even in the short time my schedule allowed. I could see why Matt was crazy for her. She was pretty but also more laid back than a lot of the Southern women I'd met. She definitely had that California, West Coast thing going on. She knew baseball, too, which impressed me. It was that San Diego trip, that night even, when I had my first real temptation for sex outside of my relationship. I'd returned to my hotel and as I got into the elevator, there was a man already there, in slacks and a polo shirt. Probably late 30s, medium height, solid build. "Good evening," he said. "What floor?" "12," I replied. "Thanks." As the door closed, the man said, "Great game tonight." This was an odd part of being on a major league team. Being recognized in public by fans. I wasn't a big star, but I was a rookie and most fans followed the newcomers on the team excitedly. "Thanks," I said. God the man was good looking. Straw-brown hair, thinning just a little, green eyes, dimples that made him look a few years younger than his age. "You an Astros fan?" He shook his head and laughed. "Nah, I'm one of the sports reporters for the San Diego affiliate. Rick Torres," he offered his hand and we shook. "Lifelong Padres fan." "The Padres are a tough series for us," I said. He smiled. "I figured you'd be out with your teammates celebrating." His eye contact was heavy and I guess that's when I first got the sense of a vibe from Rick. He might have been talking generically but something about his tone suggested he'd been paying special attention to me. "Had family obligations," I said. "Decided to head back early." Rick nodded and looked forward as we got closer to 12. As the elevator slowed, he said. "I was thinking of heading down for a drink. Care to join me?" His eyes were on me now, definitely interested in me sexually. "Everything off the record, of course." "Off the record?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't be talking up this guy, but he was really attractive and since I was away from Sean, my libido was full-charge at the moment. "All right." It was small talk, and some shop talk, as Rick and I sat at the bar, nursing an overpriced domestic beer. But there was another conversation going on. Our eyes meeting, our body language, our knees bumping beneath the bar. I was getting erect and more than a little excited. All I had to do was ask and this guy would be coming up to my room and bending over for it, I just knew. I took in a deep breath and regained my senses. My beer was about done, so I polished it off and set it down. I pulled out a twenty from my wallet and laid it down. "Drinks are on me," I said. "I should call it a night." As I stood up, I had a boner in my shorts, and Rick's eyes took it in. His voice got quiet. "If you want, I can..." He was making this hard, but I was resolved. "Nah, man. Thanks. I really gotta go. Nice talking to you." I got back in the elevator, nervous he was going to follow me. I wasn't sure what I'd do if he did. I was relieved when the doors shut. "Fuck!" I muttered. I wanted to call Sean, bad, but it was late in Houston. I collapsed on my hotel bed and unzipped. Frantically I stroked off, eager to get sexual release. I thought of Rick, of Sean, of being between both men. My cum fired out and the tension left my body. *** I told Sean when I got back to Houston. "We didn't do anything, Sean, I promise, but I shouldn't have had a drink with him." We were sitting on the couch, having coffee, after one of our morning fucks. Sean reached over and affectionately draped his arm on my shoulder. "Damn, Jim, you know my eyes follow every hot young dude. I'm not going to blame you for getting horny over a guy." He gave me a quick kiss. "You're not trying to tell me anything are you?" "I swear Sean I didn't fuck him. We didn't do anything." "Is that what you want? An open relationship? I'm not crazy about the idea but we can talk about it. I know the away games are tough on both of us." "No. I was just being horny and dumb." "That's why I love you, babe," he growled, running his hand up my torso underneath my T-shirt. My cock swelled at his touch, and I had a feeling we were going to work ourselves up to a second fuck. Our lips met, and we made out softly, our bodies getting closer. Sean's hands were pulling up my shirt now and I helped by backing off and lifting my arms. Already his fingers were pulling down my gym shorts. "I want inside you again, Big Guy," he hissed, thrusting his hardon into my leg. "Daddy needs another fuck." I nodded and stood to shuck my shorts, freeing my dick, which swung in a half-hard but growing state. "Fucking beautiful cock, Jim," Sean said and touched my schlong. It grew fully erect as his fingers massaged it. "This dick's mine and mine alone, right, Big Guy?" "Oh yeah," I said, getting off on his appreciation of my endowment. "Plus the Captain and Jack. You don't need my permission with them." Sean took my dick into his mouth and started sucking. Reflexively my hand went to the top of his head to encourage him. "Same with you, Chief. If you want you can visit them on your own. I know they'd like that." Sean sucked me fervently, and I went from sort of spent to ready to cum again. Before I did, he backed off and leaned back on the sofa. Slowly he pulled down his own shorts and I saw him completely rigid and ready to fuck. "Come sit on Daddy's lap, Jimmy." I grinned and did just that, backing myself and squatting down till his dick nudged against my hole. I'd showered off the lube from earlier, so it was a dryer entry, which I knew Sean would love. "Oh fuck, that's good Jimmy. So fucking good. Sit on my fucking dick, man. Just like that. Nice tight hole. Jesus!" I'd sunk about half way down when Sean started thursting up into me. His cum from earlier was still up inside me, so the more he thrust the slicker the fuck got. I was using my strength and balance to bounce up and down on his spike, too, matching him at each stroke. His hands felt up my body, caressing my muscle. "I'm going to send you to practice with two of my loads in you, Jim," he breathed as he started to cum in me. I flogged my cock and came a few seconds after him, spurting onto my flexing abs and chest muscle. I settled down on his hard but spent cock and felt his heart beat against my back. Sean wrapped his arms affectionately around my body and held me still, kissing my neck. "I love you like hell, Big Guy." "Love you, too, Sean."