Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2009 17:21:20 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 10

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction
explicitly depicting sexual acts between male adults. If that offends or
disturbs you, read no further.



Naval Tradition



Jim's Story



10
Coming of Age
Rural Virginia, Spring 2003  

"Don't tell me you're not getting any, Jim." My brother Paul's blue-gray
eyes bored into mine as he passed me the joint.

How I started going on these camping trips with my big brother is a long
story, but basically he and his buddies had planned this hike, only his
friend Mark begged off. One day as he swung by the practice field in his
cruiser at the start of his swing shift to ask me if I had plans for the
weekend. "I got plenty of room in the tent, Jim," he urged me. "Why don't
you come along? Hell, the hike might help you lose your gut." Punching my
stomach. We both laughed at the joke; Paul has the start of a goodly sized
beer gut and well, my abs are crunched and ripped.

So that Friday night there we were, sitting and talking quietly in the tent
while his friends Pete and Larry slept in the tent fifteen feet away. I
didn't know my law-and-order brother was such a pot head, but the minute we
stripped down for bed, he whipped out a good stash and started rolling one
up. I wasn't the stoner type but enjoyed a good one now and then.

We were both in our boxers and in close proximity. The large furry mounds
of his pectorals and the broad gut beneath were inches away from my own
bare torso. Holding rein of my thoughts I took the splif and took a hit.

"Yeah, just not lately," I said shifting on the sleeping bag to reach for
the lighter. My bicep grazed his hairy forearm. "Dry as a desert."

It was true. Of course, I wasn't gonna tell Paul about my man-on-man
escapades from the summer. Not only was he older than me, he was a
take-no-guff cop. At five foot nine in his patent leather shoes, he was the
shortest of the McGrath men but already at 26 had considerable muscle and
girth - I'd guess that he was just shy of Dad's 195 pounds. He was an
affable, regular joke-loving guy, but when he was pissed you didn't mess
with him.

I couldn't tell him his little brother, star jock and Mr. Popular at
school, liked dick. And it WAS a dry period for me sexually, as I focused
on my training, my grades and my college plans. Kevin had moved away and I
hadn't met another regular fuckbuddy like him. Moreover, I hadn't been
fucked since that weekend in DC. Not that I didn't think about it. Those
warm late summer nights, I'd lie in my bed and pull my beefy legs up to my
chest and reach down to feel my ass pucker. I'd slowly push in and frig
myself with my fingers, reminding my back door what it was like to be
stimulated. All autumn long, I still thought about that weekend with
Jack. I relived my first time getting topped. I even fantasized about
Jack's fuckbuddy friend Captain Henson.

Yeah, Paul would think I was the biggest perv, I thought as passed back the
joint. His fingers circled mine as we manipulated the shrinking piece
between us. I exhaled the breath I was holding for longer than usual.

"What about you, bro? Any thing since Julie?" Paul was a recent
divorcee. Married young, divorced young. One of those marriages that
everyone said wouldn't last and it didn't.

"Shit, bro, I'm a little pussy-shy... It's funny, I thought that after the
divorce I'd be living it up, that I'd be banging girls every night of the
week. But when you're in your mid 20s it's not like high school, man." My
mind flashed back to Paul as a strapping running back in his high school
years. He was Mr. Popular and though I didn't realize at the time, he must
have had the girls putting out for him left and right. "The women don't
want a quick lay, at least not from a divorced guy. And when they do, I'm
not bragging Jim, but when they see this a lot of them freak out." He
reached down and squeezed a thick tube of dick in his boxers.

Fuck! Paul was hung. Long definitely and his cock was almost as fat as
mine, what's more it was pretty damn hard. "Damn, you're big, Paul," I said
as nonchalantly as I could.

"You must be, too, Jim. You're a McGrath after all."

"Yeah, just not that big. How... I mean..."

"Eight and a half inches," he chuckled. He took another hit. I don't know
about him but I was getting seriously stoned by now. When he handed it to
me, I passed.

"Shit."

"What about you, bro? You have a hard time getting those cheerleaders to
take it."

"Sometimes," I lied, "But I'm not as a big as you. Mostly they like it."

"Cool."

And we were done with that topic. Or so I thought, til five minutes later
we were sitting silently, rolling on our highs, when Paul spoke up.

"Jim, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, Paul."

"God, I must be stoned to tell you this shit, but lately... well, for the
last couple of weeks, I've been letting a guy take care of me."

My heart stopped and the earth sunk beneath me. This was the last thing I
expected to come from my big brother's police officer lips. I barely
managed a "No!"

Which I'm sure came out wrong, because Paul immediately got defensive.

"Damn, I knew I shoulda kept my mouth shut. Look, Jim, it's not what you
think. Or maybe it is. My partner, Mark," he continued. Mark was his riding
partner and best friend. "Well, it started on our patrol, he's talking
about sucking dick and the next thing I know he's fucking doing it. Pulling
down my zipper and eating my cock."

Mark Dillon's a real fireplug of a bruiser, a short brick shithouse stud in
his late 30s, the last guy I would expect to a dickeater. The thought sent
all the blood in my head straight to my surging prick.

Paul kept talking. "I should have hit him, but it had been so long since
I'd gotten laid and, shit Jim, it felt good. Real good. The next night I
meant to talk to him, to tell him we shouldn't have done that, that I still
loved Mark as a best friend but not in any other way." He paused and licked
his lips made dry from the pot. "But it happened again, Jim. Right there in
the precinct parking lot, my buddy went down on me and I shot in thirty
seconds flat. The guy's fantastic. I know it's queer, but you shouldn't
knock it til you try it."

"Paul, I got a secret, too."

"What, buddy?"

"I have tried it. A lot. And liked it."

"You mean?"

"Yea, bro. I'm queer. I tried girls and it was fun, I guess, but the minute
I sucked a cock, I knew I liked men. "

He gave me a firm look and shook his head. "Well, fuck me, I never would
have guessed. Jimbo... why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid you'd kick my ass."

He laughed. "You must think I'm a real meathead, huh? Well, I guess a few
years ago I was an overgrown dumb jock shitface. Probably why Julie
divorced my fat ass. Funny, the divorce... and this thing with Mark... has
mellowed me out a bit. Life sure throws surprises your way."

"Some bigger than others," I said.

Paul got what I meant. He clasped his paw on my shoulder. "Aw, Jimbo... You
told Dad?"

"I haven't really told anyone. Not counting the guys I've made it with, of
course."

"There been a lot?"

"Couple dozen."

Paul chuckled. I liked the way his laughs seemed to rumble from deep in his
belly, even as he was trying to be quiet. "Damn, my brother gets around. So
Jim, I'm curious... what do you see in men?

"I dunno."

"Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No, it's just not what I expected I'd be talking about with my older
brother on a camping trip."

He laughed at that. "Same here." He began rolling up another joint.

"Damn. Another?" I asked. I guess for me a little went a long way. Already,
I was floating high as a kite.

Paul winked then pulled the joint up to his mouth, lit it, and toked away.

"Slugger," he started, "Do me a favor will ya?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need your honest opinion. Am I losing it?"

"Losing what?"

"My looks. Sex appeal. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. Fuck, I can't
get a girl to give me the time of day, much less her number, and well... I
thought that, well, since you're into guys you probably would be a good
judge of these things."

I shook my head. "Paul, man, this so weird."

"I'm not trying to weird you out, man, I just want to know what you
think. I can trust you, bro."

His words melted my resistance, just a little. That, and the pot.

"Paul, I wouldn't worry. You're still look OK."

"Just OK? Bro, you don't need to be polite. I know I'm not in shape," my
cop brother said, patting his hairy beer belly.

The words spilled out, like water tearing through a dam. "Fuck,
Paul. You're hot. Beer belly or not. Hell, I don't know why, but on you, it
makes you hotter."

"Yeah?" he was shocked by my words, but pleased.

"Yeah. A guy like me would be lucky to make it with a guy like you, and so
would all the cunts in this town."

I felt hot inside and wanted to die. I'd said too much and I knew
it. Silently, I grabbed the joint from my brother's hand and toked up.

"Thanks, bro," he said, while his thumbs hooked the elastic of his boxers
and started sliding them down. All of a sudden his massive, hairy body was
bared for me. His extra-thick club of a cock popped up, veined and
vascular.

My throat seized up and I swallowed to wetten it. Paul and I were crossing
a threshold now. Maybe we'd been tiptoeing to it the last hour, but we
crossed it the minute he bared himself, showing his desire. Giving me
permission.

As I ran my hands up his hairy, brawny legs legs, Paul reclined back onto
his elbows and watched in a sexual and pot-tinged haze. I nuzzled my nose
against his ballsac and heard him growl softly. The feel of our connection
was electric. I was now officially fucking around with my own
brother. Already I hyperventilated. A voice in the back of my head wondered
if I should be doing this, but my pulsing hard dick had veto power.

So I grabbed his monster prick and started licking Paul's golfball-sized
nuts.

"Oh God, Jim, that feels so fucking good. Keep licking 'em, man."

I did, only I started working my way up the hard surface of his stalk,
inching up a little ways before backing down to his sensitive gonads. I
started to suspect my bro had never had his private jewels washed like
this, and I smiled inwardly at the thought that as little brother, I was
gonna teach my big bro some new tricks.

Finally, Paul couldn't stand the teasing anymore. With a rough grip, he
pulled me off his scrotum and and skewered my open mouth onto his erect cop
cock.

The flared head plopped into my oral cavity, it was nice and smooth and
waxy and warm, but his prick encountered resistance as he tried to thrust
it down my gullet. Paul's fat, as fat as my cock, and with a an extra inch
or so, it wasn't going to go down easily. I pushed against his groin and
pulled back.

"Easy, bro, your weapon can do some damage if a guy's not used to it."

"Funny, that's what Mark said," he mused distantly. "Sorry, bro, I'll let
you show me how it's done. I'll sit on my hands if you want."

I looked up at him. God, he was so handsome right then. Rakish smile, straw
brown hair, hazel eyes. And his big beefy bod whose prize possessions were
two mounds of pectoral muscle capped with fat suckable nips. I wanted to
make him feel great. "s OK, Paul. I like feeling your hands on my head."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Urging me. Telling me it's OK to suck you."

"Man, is it OK! Suck away, Jim."

I went back to work. At first, it was almost like an out of body
experience. I was face to face with a granite-tough prick, larger than all
I'd seen. It was no longer my brother Paul I was sucking but a beautiful,
masterful cock. Long and wrist-thick. I'd only felt this submissive to one
other man and that was when Jack was fucking me. As best I could, I
rehinged my jaw and swallowed, getting stuffed with inch after merciless
inch. The peristalsis kicked in, and I found my mouth flooded with saliva
as well as cock. It felt great to feel a new sexual side of me, a new
experience.

Then it clicked it me. I was going down on my brother. There was another
McGrath dick cramming its way past my tonsils. Flesh and blood kin
connecting at our most intimate point. Hungrily, I extended my tongue along
the length of Paul's fat shaft and sucked as much of his prick as I
could. I desired my older brother. I wanted to possess him, to have him
possess me. Now that the gates were opened by this sex act, all sorts of
thoughts came flooding to me.

Including my dad. I remarked to myself that Paul and I probably inherited
our endowments from our father. How big was dad? I tried to think . I
imagined I was sucking his dick instead of Paul's.

I had to pull up for air. I pulled back to survey Paul's cock. It was shiny
with spittle and fully engorged. Behind it, the swells of his stomach and
muscled chest, and his smiling face.

"Jimbo. Wow. I hope you won't get offended for me saying this, but you're
five times the cocksucker Dillon is."

I smiled back, wiping the spit from my mouth and chin with the back of my
hand. "Anyone ever tell you ya got big cock?"

"What do you think?" he grinned.

I reached over into my bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant that I'd
brought in case I had a chance to sneak away for a quick toss off. Little
had I known.

I slicked up my erection, then turned to Paul's. Gripping his boner in one
hand, I applied a generous glop of goo to the already spitslick meatstick.

My brother watched and observed, "The worst thing about having a big prick
is that no one has much endurance in sucking you off. Don't get me wrong,
bro, that hand job feel great, it's just that..."

"I didn't stop to give you a hand job," I interrupted.

Paul gave me a quizzical look as I scooted up and straddled his waist. I
reached back and grabbed his giant shaft, pulling it up into a
perpendicular position.

"Oh, fuck, you're not!"

"Yep," I nodded, lowering my ass til his slick dick head nestled in the
center of my crack, right at my pucker. I leaned back to apply pressure and
was rewarded when my brother's cock slipped into my hole.

"Jim, oh, Jim! Aw Christ, you feel good, bro."

I leaned my head back and grit my teeth, as I tried to accommodate Paul's
huge girth, but I continued downward. I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I
needed to connect with Paul in this way. I needed him to satisfy the itch
that had built ever since Jack copped my virginity. Thankfully, now, horny
as hell and relaxed by the pot, my body relaxed and my sphincter complied
with my will. I thought of my bowels as an anaconda swallowing a small
animal. I was full, stuffed to the gills.

Paul's cop dick was harder than ever. "Can't believe I'm fucking my baby
brother. Slugger's sitting on my goddamn dick. You want it bad, don't ya,
Slugger."

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "I can't help it, Paul. You're so fucking
hot. Everything about you turns me on." I began to run my hands all over
the furry expanse of his torso. It was all amazing, the powerful shoulders,
the round hard pecs, fuck even the beer belly that I kneaded in my
fingers. Paul was all man. I was gonna put out in a major way.

Slowly, I began to ride his pole, bouncing my muscled jock ass up and down
on his crotch. Each time, that fat bone drilled harder and
deeper. Discomfort gave way to pure pleasure.

"Yeah, ride me, Slugger."

"Damn, fuck my hole. God, I got my brother's dick in me. Fucking me. Are
you ashamed of me, man?"

"Fuck that, Jim. I'm so frigging turned on. I'm lucky to have a star jock
eager to make it with me." He was starting to fuck me now, but I continued
to squat onto his pistoning cock, then back, adding my rhythm to his. "Do a
lot of guys fuck you like this?"

I shook my head. "You're second, Paul. But I've been needing to get
fucked."

"Baby brother's all grown up," Paul said, then reached up and grabbed my
neck, pulling me down, face to face, chest to chest. Before I could react,
his lips were on mine, our tongues kissing in passion. In mid kiss, my
police officer brother grunted and thrust hard into me. Fuck, he was
getting his nut, and soon I felt the proof: a slick deposit of seed adding
extra lubrication to his thrusting prick. That pushed me over the edge, and
I briefly lost my breath as stars exploded in my vision and I experienced
the most intense orgasm ever. Like I said before, I couldn't believe that
sex could keep getting better, but somehow it did.

As Paul recovered, he opened his eyes and caressed my sweaty back. "I
forgot to warn you, I don't have a lot of staying power. Hope that's not a
problem."

I leaned back and nodded down at my wet, retreating cock and the mess of my
own seed on his hairy belly. "I don't think so," I laughed.

He laughed too, and suddenly we were kissing again.

"Seriously, bro. Thanks. I've not had a really good lay since Julie left."
His fingers felt great against my exposed muscle. "Sometimes you walk
around grumpy and depressed and you don't realize it's because you haven't
had a proper fuck in a long time."

I took in his words, but concentrated on the feeling in my ass. "Paul," I
asked, "Are you getting hard again?"

"Maybe," he grinned. "You up for another round?"

"Probably. Yeah. I need some rest first, though. I'm still new to
bottoming."

"Bottoming? Is that getting fucked?"

"You were a pro just now. I swear, Jimbo, I hope you don't mind me telling
you..."

"Go ahead."

"That was the best sex I've had. Ever."

I knew my smile was wide and irrepressible. "Really? Cool. I don't have as
many years under my belt, but so far, I'd say the same."

"You don't mind fooling around like this?"

"You kidding? Your little brother's a horny motherfucker."

"I'm getting that impression he joked and rolled us over so that he
smothered my body with his bulk. We began kissing again, and soon my
brother's cock was sawing its way in and out of my relaxed hole. My own
dick boned up in short order. We were fucking again.