Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 12:07:49 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition ch.1

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


WARNING: 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.

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Naval Tradition

Jim's Story


Spring Break 2004


Mexico wasn't my idea. It was Spring Break and while I could party like the
rest of them, this week I wanted to spend quality time with my dad. This
first year at UVA had been great, but it was also tough being away from my
family - my brothers and especially my father, who'd been my bedrock of
support growing up after Mom's death. So I wanted to be away from the
Spring Break madness, especially considering that a few buddies of mine
from the team would be staying at nearby resorts, and I wanted to take a
full week to be away from school.

But dad had vouchers for a free stay at this resort through some business
connection. Career naval officer, last year (at the age of 48) Robert
McGrath had retired from the service and gone into freelance systems
consulting, where he could work at his own initiative and enjoy more free
time. He was usually hesitant to talk about his work, but once he'd
confided to me that my eighteenth birthday had been a revelation for him,
making him realize he needed to slow down and enjoy life a little more. I
knew that's what this week meant for him, so I didn't complain for one
second as he told me the plans.

So we were sitting mid flight from DC to the Yucatan. I barely made my
connecting flight from Charlottesville, I'd been up drinking with the few
buds in the dorm who had yet to take off. I was feeling and looking pretty
hungover when Dad emerged from his connector from Norfolk.

"Why don't you take a nap, son?" he asked as the plane reached cruising
altitude. "Looks like you could use one." His smoky blue eyes bored into
mine. I wouldn't say Dad looked young for his age, but he was definitely
well preserved. Full head of light brown hair, now flecked with speckles of
silver, that he still kept cut navy-regulation short. A square jaw, high
brow and a prominent Roman nose framed his handsome face that radiated the
experience of his years yet his eyes and smile still hinted at a youthful
playfulness always ready to break out from the gruff, naval officer
exterior.

I didn't even bother to respond to the invitation, I just leaned my head on
his shoulder and shut my eyes for a while. It felt comforting there, in
those big cushy first class seats, feeling the warmth of Dad and using his
firm delt muscle as my pillow. When I snapped out of my dozing state, I
opened my eyes to the most marvelous sight. My father's button-down plaid
shirt had its top three buttons undone, and the flaps billowed out
slightly, giving me a direct sightline down the hairy valley between his
mountainous pecs. I'm not kidding, his chest is awe inspiring. 50 inches
around, nearly spherical mounds of muscle that stick out from the shield of
his torso like a shelf jutting forth just above the swell of his firm
belly. And a dense forest of hair populating the whole expanse, coating
every solid inch expect for the fat pink nipples which were the crowning
glory.

I couldn't see those as I rest my head in the crook of my old man's neck,
but the furry swell of muscle was turning me on. Down, further, I soaked in
the view of his powerful abdomen and his thighs spread slightly, quad
muscle trapped in his jeans. And between them was the sizeable mound of his
genitals, either he wasn't wearing underwear either or else his boxers were
paperthin, cause his giant nuts were clearly visible beneath the stalk of
his full-sized meat.

I sucked in a breath of steamy air and BAM! his scent filled my nostrils.
Deep, clean, musky all at once. I can't put it another way, Dad smelled
like a Man should. I'd savored that odor my whole time growing up, every
time he'd let me sit in his lap while doing the crossword or watching the
game. Only now, it took on a deeper resonance. And made me hard. I shifted
uncomfortably as my boner started to awaken under the narrow layer of my
soccer shorts.

I heard, no felt, a chuckle emerge deep from within Dad's chest. "Looks
like Slugger's awake."  Dad had nicknames for all of us, mine was Slugger
or Jimbo. I looked up into his face as he stared into my eyes.

Just then I felt his foot against my ankle. I wasn't wearing socks, and I
guess Dad wasn't either. He'd taken off his loafers while I was napping and
now ran his bare foot against the soft hairs on my shin. My dick responded
appreciatively, seizing up into a full-throttle hardon. Shit, I wasn't sure
how I was going to make it through this flight. I knew I should break free
of contact with Dad, it was just going to leave me with the most
frustrating case of blue balls ever. But I couldn't resist. Carefully,
quietly, I used one sneaker to remove the other, freeing my bare foot to
touch Dad's. I remember the first time I kissed him, really met his lips
with mine, like lovers. I now felt a hint of that same excitement as our
toes caressed the others in the silence of the first class cabin. It was
furtive, forbidden, and all the more exquisite for it.

I wanted to kiss this man so bad. He knew it too, as he looked me deep in
the eye and maneuvered his left hand right onto my crotch. I looked down.
My cock's real fat, a nice superwide seven incher literally as big around
as a Coke bottle. Dad's hand was big too, though, a wide paw with thick,
muscular fingers that closed around the contour of my now excited prick.

I shut my eyes and bit my lip to stifle a groan, but Dad didn't ease up.
Much as his left foot rubbed against my right, so did his hand jerk and
squeeze my cock to maximum pleasure with minimum motion. I couldn't believe
he was going to jerk me off right there on the plane. Granted, no one would
see unless they were right beside us, but we were hardly the only ones in
first class. The inappropriateness what Dad was doing to me just drove me
wilder in lust.  Reaching up, I gripped the ball of bicep through his
cotton shirt sleeve. In time to his rhythmic and vice-like grip on my dick,
I held onto his massive arm with my own.

We kept this up for a good ten minutes til I couldn't take any more. I
swear the cum stung in its heat and alkalinity as it pulsed through my
surging pisstube. Dad just gripped tighter, right beneath the flare of the
head, while I shot my jock seed into my shorts, soaking the fabric through
in an obscene six-inch circle.

"Better cover up, Slugger, the stuff takes a while to dry," he whispered in
my ear as he tossed a magazine in my lap.


*******

We threw our bags down and our chests heaved as we sucked in the sea air. I
immediately went to the balcony to take in the oceanview, then looked back
at my Dad with a look that must have told all the excitement I held in me
for the week ahead of us.

"Tell me this wasn't a great idea, Jimbo." Already, Dad was unbuttoning his
shirt and untucking it, letting his massive hairy chest out in full
view. The silver and brown hairs swirled in a pattern all over the hard
mass. The sight of that chest was always a pure aphrodisiac for me.

"Hell, yeah, this place is great." I stepped up toward him. He's 5'11", two
inches shorter than me, but in my eyes his stature is towering, commanding.
The way he stands there with his legs slightly spread, his hands on his
hips, silently he speaks louder than any orders he could give. I strip my
T-shirt off, savoring the appreciative widening of his eyes as he scans the
length of my powerful, meaty torso. I've filled out a lot in the last eight
months and was now in prime condition for the season's start next week. I
could tell that Dad saw the changes in my build, and that as we slowly
circled around each other, inching closer, that he was noticing every inch
and every detail of progress in my development.

Finally, I could reach his chest, so my hands went forward and latched
on. The skin was hot and dry, the hair scratchy. Dad's strong hand wrapped
around the nape of my neck and pulled me in, crashing our bodies together
and sealing our half-parted mouths to one another. His lips were smooth and
sensual and after hours, not to mention months of anticipation, the kiss
sent shockwaves through my body, and I shivered in Dad's grip. "Oh, my
boy," he muttered before his wide tongue slipped forth between my lips and
claimed its territory. I clawed at every inch of hard chest muscle that I
could, taking my time to caress the bulging flesh and tease the fat
nipples, which I knew would drive the man crazy. Indeed, with each flick of
my finger, he thrust his tongue in deeper, more urgently, and his fingers
gripped the waistband of my shorts and stretched the elastic til it was
useless in holding the material up on my waist. In no time, my wrist-thick
hardon was leaking sap directly onto Dad's hairy gut.

I still couldn't get over how nasty it was to make out with my father like
that, man and son turning each other on with abandon. But as pleasurable as
this was, I kept thinking of something more perverted, and knew that after
hours sitting next to me on the plane Dad must be thinking the same
thing. So I pulled back and waited for Dad to open his eyes again. Then I
reached down and fumbled with his belt, slowly pulling it through the loops
of his jeans.

"Yeah, son, gonna unzip your daddy?"

I took a sec to grip his hardon through the denim. Dad's big, so I knew I
wouldn't be able to appreciate the full length while that cock was still
trapped. I just enjoy getting Dad even more worked up, feeling his dick
throb in my grasp. Hear him plea.

"Come on, Jimbo, aw fucking let it out, boy. I know you want it.  Want your
daddy's bone."

"Damn straight," I reply, popping open the buttons on his jeans.

"Aw fuck!" he cried as his boxers-encased cock popped in relief.

"Man, Dad, you're horny." I teased as my fingers ran the length of his
giant, cloth-covered ridge. His musky sap soaked through at the tip.

"Jimbo, you don't even know."

I pulled out the waistband and pushed it down til it hooked underneath his
massive balls. Reaching down I cupped the orbs the size and shape of
limes. His scrotum is incredibly hairy and the wiry pubes tickled my hand
and stimulated his ball sac as I teased the round heft with my fingers. The
long, hard stalk of his sonmaker batted my forearm several times, wetting
it down in fresh fucklube. Dad's face pressed up against mine and turned me
up to meet his wet mouth. He kissed me with such passion I thought his cork
was about to pop, but once again he pulled back huffing deep breaths of
salty sea air.

"Aw Jim... your dad needs his dick sucked. Bad."

"Yeah, Dad," I croaked, tears of horniness welling up in my eyes. I sat
down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah?" His chest heaved as he sucked in a deep breath. His cock jerked
upward, fully rigid and ready. "I kept thinking the whole plane ride,
wondering if you would still want to.  It's been a while."

"You kidding, Dad?" I leaned forward and kissed his erect cock, getting my
forehead anointed in his special holy water in the process. "I missed
you. I missed your dick." I started licking the length of the shaft. It
took a while for my tongue to reach the top. Robert McGrath topped ten
inches of pure, fat naval officer cock, capped with a perfect ring of a
foreskin, stretched back tight against the meaty shaft. I intended to take
my time to enjoy it. "Besides," I added when the tip of my tongue lost
contact with his gaping, spasming pissslit, "this big tool made me, the
least I can do is show it the proper respect."

Six months and I still knew how to push my father's buttons. His cockhead
flared up and the tip spritzed me with a spray of pre-ejaculate. I just sat
still, my face inches from this incredible piece of manhood, proudly
fixated on my father's massive genitals and feeling the salty moisturizer
landing on my face. This one was gonna be a big one. I decided to go in for
the kill, no mercy this time.

"How long's it been, Dad?" I asked, giving his cockshaft another swipe or
two of the tongue. The crowbar-hard manmeat was twitching against my lips
now. "How long since you shot a load?"

"A whole fucking week, Slugger. Saving it for you." His hands were now on
my shoulders, holding me down, pulling me in.  His fingers clawed into my
delt muscle like an eagle's talons clinging to the cliff edge.

Which I guess was what my father was doing in a way as I teased him right
to the brink. I didn't suck him. Instead I headed south to his meaty
testicles drawn up in their glory. I licked the hairy nuts and tried
without success to suck one ball after another into my oral cavity.  They
were just too big and the pull toward his shaft was just too strong. I
settle for a nice, sloppy wet incest tonguebath. It was driving Dad crazy.

"Mmmh, Dad... I can tell that load's gonna be huge. These nuts are nice and
swollen. Fucking meant to produce seed." For emphasis, I lapped at the
firm-spongy gonads.

"Damnit, son!" Dad growled, his voice cracking with urgency.

"Yeah, dad, you shouldn't save it all. These babies were meant to make
McGrath sperm, spread it around. Your evolutionary duty..."


"Think I should keep breeding, Jimbo? Four sons isn't enough, huh?"

Bingo. He was starting to get past the need to bust a nut right then and
wanted to play along. I continued, using my bat-gripping, ball-throwing
hands to stroke his engorged dick and massage his nutsac. "Hell no, Dad,
not with these nuts. You're goddamn perfection, Dad, gotta spread those
perfect genes."

"Knock up some chick? Pick up some big-tit sorority girls while I'm down
here and fuck 'em full of my jizz?"

Another preview of clear fluid shot out onto the bridge of my nose. I
rubbed it against the underside of his shaft, smearing the semi-viscous
liquid. "Shit, yeah. And I wanna watch.  Watch as you make me another
brother."

"Yeah, you can watch, you perverted little shit. That's all I am to you,
huh? A walking cum factory?"

"That and more dad."

"Only one problem Jimbo?"

"What's that Dad?"

"These nuts don't know what I'm fucking. Don't know if it's some college
girl I'm banging or her fratjock boyfriend. These balls could be banging up
against his musclebutt and churning their juice out just the same. Or
maybe..." He stopped and looked down at me.

"What Dad?"

His hands left my shoulder, his left grabbing my head back and his right
hefting his hardon. The stiff rod poked right through my parted
lips. "Maybe when my dick touches something wet and warm, it won't know
it's my own son's mouth. Maybe I'll fuck it like it's some eager cunt."

With that his dick speared my throat.  Went straight back, claimed every
inch of my gullet.  Then I felt Dad's hand grasp the top of my head,
holding me firm as slowly, he extracted his hard, dripping meat. Then his
hips thrust and his rock-firm abdomen met my face and every one of those
wide magnificent inches were once again buried deep down my throat.

"Ungh! Take that you fucking pricktease. Take your daddy's big, angry
cock. I should have done this the minute we stepped off that plane. Taken
you back to one of those empty bathroom stalls, pulled this fat fucker out
and walked it right into your hot mouth."

He was really pounding my esophagus now. I'm not averse to rough sex, but
the last time a guy tried this on me (it was a cocky rugby player from KA),
my throat seized up and I gagged big time. Not now. Dad's prick was pushing
deep into me, fast and rough, raping and pummeling my mouth, and I was open
and ready for him.


On one downthrust he stopped still, holding himself entirely buried in me.
"Damn, son, you're taking that dick. Whole fucking thing. It made you, it's
your life now, boy. Feel those nuts? Big hairy dadnuts resting on your
chin.  Full of jizz for ya'. Turns you on too. You don't have to tell me,
boy, I can see it, feel it. The way you're swallowing your daddy... oh
shit, I can't hold it any more, Jim, I gotta fuck this mouth. Gonna fuck my
boy."

With that he began thrusting. Hard. I reached up and shucked down his jeans
and boxers and felt the muscled, round ass flesh in my wide hands, felt it
clench and shudder with each inward pounding trajectory. Tears were welling
up in my eyes and I was getting faint of breath, but I didn't mind.  Each
thrust of Dad's dick made me feel whole. I wanted this bad.

So did Dad. "Oh Slugger!" he cried out, grabbing every inch of hair and
neck muscle he could. "I love you. Your daddy loves you."

And he shot. Even after a half-year absence, the taste was unmistakably
Dad's: salty and alkaline in even proportion, the bracing sting against the
taste buds suited his utter virility. When his sperm sprayed in your mouth,
you knew you were being taken, used. I almost cried as the memory of his
seed came back to me, but I wasn't prepared for the volume of jizz coming
out. My oral cavity was filling full of the thick, potent liquid, only to
be pushed down into my waiting esophagus by his steel-hard, thrusting
cock. Throughout his nut, he was still fucking me with long, full strokes,
shooting everywhere from the front of my palate to the very back, straight
down into my stomach.

There we locked together in that hotel room, me on the bed hunching down,
my grip tight on his heaving buttocks. Him, legs apart, his hands shoving
my head down to meet his frantic unloading cock. That monster orgasm went
on for a full 45 seconds, and it took me another minute to swallow all of
Dad's muck filling my mouth and licking the sticky, salty seed off his
cock.

It was the perfect start of a perfect week.