Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2009 17:21:20 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 11

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

11

Spring Break

Dad woke me up the next morning. Unusual for me, I'd slept in past 9:30. I
wiped the sleep out of my eyes and stretched back. Dad swooped down to give
me a peck on the lips. The peck turned into a full kiss.

"Morning, Slugger," he purred. "Sorry for waking you. I'm just, well..."
Instead of finishing the sentence he guided my hand to his throbber. It was
Day 4 of our horny vacation, and you think I'd get used to having a
well-endowed father, but even still, that phallus held me in awe. Dad
stared straight into my eyes as I began to trace the length of his hardon
with my fingers. It jumped and pulsed at my touch.

"Oh fuck, Slugger, your dad's so horny this morning."

"I can tell, Dad." Our mouths met again. Dad's tongue parted my lips with
gentle but commanding laps, sending electrical pulses through every nerve
of my body. Man, did my father know how to kiss.

"I don't know if we're a good match, son."

My brow furrowed in concern, I know. "What do you mean, Dad?"

His hands stroked my warm skin. He'd shaved my chest and body two days
before and I got the sense the smoothness was still a big turnon for
him. "I'm randiest in the morning. You're an evening guy," he said
thoughtfully. "Think you could get used to taking care of your old man's
horns first thing each day?" While he talked, Dad pushed the covers off and
raised his body up to straddle my chest. His prick looked even more
formidable up close, from that low angle. Dad wasn't kidding about being a
morning man. His dick was not only erect but positively engorged with
lust. The veins crisscrossed its imposing stature, and the three inner
wood-flesh tubes and pulsing urethra stretched out the normally cylindrical
shape into something almost more triangular. His foreskin stretched back
tight over the head and his pissslit dilated menacingly.

"You know I could," I gulped, reaching up to grab his manly weapon. "Gawd,
I'd love to move back home with you, wake up every morning just like this."
I nuzzled my mouth against the hard, warm surface.

"You're not dropping out of college," Dad said sternly, running his fingers
in my hair.

"I know. I didn't mean..." Dad shut me up. More precisely, his cock shut me
up. That wide uncut head filled the front of my mouth. For some reason it
tasted even more exquisite this morning than it had last night.

Dad was horned all right, but he knew how to fuck a mouth properly. I
wondered if he'd had years of practice or if it was something that came to
him naturally. Genetically. Instead of shoving in, he paused with a couple
of hard inches filling the front of my mouth. Dad's taste was unmistakable
â€" a bracing bitterness that made me want more. Even at 19 years of
age, I'd sucked enough dick to know that each guy has his own flavor, but
in addition to the salty-sweet-bitter profile I swore I could taste Dad's
hormones and fuck even his gene pool. It kicked in my salivary glands into
overtime.

I think Dad could feel my spit really soaking his prickhead, cause he
pushed more cock into me. I was ready, my throat relaxed as I got
stuffed. Fuck, I wanted to suck off my father, just as bad as that first
day here in Cancun. As bad as that first night together.

Dad did most of the work, but I encouraged him, running my hands up and
down his hairy legs, over his powerful brawny butt, and up his hairy
torso. Dad thrust in, hard but gently, and soon I felt his heavy nuts slap
against my saliva-wet chin.

"Boy, I don't know how you do this," Dad breathed, his face fucking picking
up steam, "but it's pretty damn incredible." He gripped my head and started
to impale me with mini-corkscrew motions of his cock. I thought it was
gonna be uncomfortable, but somehow it made my throat relax even more,
opened my passage up for him. "That's it, son, suck your daddy."

His asscheeks felt full, hairy and and a little clammy to my touch as they
flexed and thrust.  My dad has a great butt. As I ran my hands along the
hard flesh, I imaged it encased in dad's form fitting uniform. Then I
imagined that long, hard scepter of a Commander cock poking out of the
uniform fly high and proud. I wondered if I would ever get the courage to
ask Dad to give me a private viewing of his old uniform.

For now, I had . My father thrust his awesome dick in and out of my wet,
open mouth and huffed in shorter and shorter breath. No longer hanging
loose, that heavy ball sac rode up high against his stalk, now brushing
their soft hairiness against my lips at each instroke.

"Oh, son, I'm gonna... oh yeah... aw fuck yeah!" I heard above me, soft but
insistent. "Ah ah unngh!"

Then Dad shot. Once again I was gulping down my own father's ejaculate and
it felt like the very first time. A wonderful warmth spread over me â€"
it wasn't about orgasm or racing over that precipice, it was about an
incredible plateau of pleasure combined with utmost contentment.

Dad pulled out to give me some air, but let his hard, heavy, wet prick rest
on my lips and on my face. I just lie there and relished the feel, gently
kissing its totemic surface as I caught my breath and felt the blood rush
back to my head. That prick still oozed its fatherly sperm onto my skin and
occasionally wound jump in aftershock, slapping me with a dull thud. That
made Dad laugh, and he grabbed his stalk and began gently beating my visage
with it, then rubbing the wet surface against my now spit and cum soaked
face. He pulled the sensitive head back to my flushed lips and pushed back
in.

"Oh yeah Slugger, clean my dick," he purred, "suck my juice out, buddy." We
stayed connected like that for a couple of minutes, as Dad came down from
high orgasmic high and I was rewarded with a steady seepage of cum from my
father's prick.

Finally he withdrew and collapsed on the bed, a little winded. "Man,
Slugger, what a way to start the day." He playfully ruffled my hair,
already suffering a bad case of bedhead. "Pretty intense, huh?"

I nodded, my cock enraged with desire but the rest of me calm and content.

He exhaled sharply. "I don't think I could handle that every morning,
Jimbo."

"Yeah, Dad, you could," I replied simply.

He turned to me and smiled. "Yeah. I could." And chuckled. "Not that this
could get any better, Slugger, but one of these days it would be incredible
to wake up to that."

"You did wake up to that."

"No, I mean, you blowing me in my sleep," he lazily stroked his still erect
prick. "Literally waking up to your hot mouth on my cock."

I smiled and knew somehow I was gonna make his fantasy happen.

Dad looked down and saw my erection, bright red and aching hard. "Damn,
Jimbo, you need to get off. Here," he said, patting the mattress with both
hands, "Get up here and sit on your dad's face."

Quickly, I scrambled to comply. Nothing sounded better at that moment than
one of dad's rim jobs.  Nothing separates an experienced man in bed, I
mused as straddled his face, than how well he eats ass. I lowered my
haunches and pressed my buns toward his open mouth.

"Oh yeah, Slugger, you got an incredible ass. Hot." Then his tongue made
contact it was like the light in the room went bright. Dad's tongue lapped
the rim of my hole, then prodded in. Then retreated before starting the
routine again. It was like a reassuring ritual, just like the fingers Jack
Grant patiently pushed into my hole before deflowering me.

I looked down and my fat cock was leaking all over dad's hairy
sternum. With a rough tug, I reached down and frigged my shaft. It was the
trigger my body was waiting for, and orgasm was quick and
deep. Involuntarily sent into overdrive, I pushed my butt hard against
Dad's munching mouth as my spermlauncher fired heavy and high. Honestly,
that nut sailed past Dad's toes. I froze in place as my ejaculation ran its
course and I was breathing again.

I lifted up. "Did I smother you, Dad."

He wiped the spittle from his mouth. "Yeah, Slugger. Almost made me shoot
again."

I looked back and saw that indeed his prick was erect and leaking. Gently I
teased it with my fingers. "Let's save it for later, huh, Dad?"

"Tease," he kidded me, pushing my weight off him. "Let's hit the shower."

"OK," I said, padding my way to the bathroom. "What do you want to do
today."

"Since you took fucking off the menu, how bout hitting the beach?"

"Cool. We're both getting a good tan." I turned on the shower spigot and
tested the temperature.

"I noticed, sexy," Dad growled wrapped his arms around me as we stepped
into the spray.

**********


"Need some more lotion, son?"

I didn't but of course I just turned around and scooted my back toward
Dad's outturned hands coated in white SPF30 milk. The liquid and his
fingers were hot, but against my sunbaked back they felt cool and soothing.

"You have a great back, Jimbo. Perfect muscle development." His hands were
making smooth, wide stroking motions over the broad expanse of my backside.

"You said that fifteen minutes ago," I laughed, referring to the last
lotion application, then grunted as his fingers prodded underneath the
lycra tightness of my swimsuit to tease my buttcheeks.

"It's still true," he replied, running his hands along toward my
front. "Nice trim waist. No love handles like your old man."

I turned my head back to look over my shoulder. Dad's eyes were fixed on my
body in appraisal and lust. This ritual of ours was so brazen and
perverted. The only way we could get away with it was the overall party
atmosphere on the beach. Even our obscene erections would not cause a stir
as girls were taking their tops off and frat guys flashed their boners.

"Your body's perfect, Dad," I said. "Here, my turn."

We switched positions, and I rubbed his brawny chestnut-tan backed with
deep, kneading motions. Dad leaned his head down and moaned. The suntan
lotion application gave way to an outright massage, as my hands began to
wring out the tightness in his delts.

"Feels nice, Slugger. Real nice."

"You're tight, dad."

"Oh, man, where'd you learn to give a massage?"

I knelt up to get a better position. Dad's body relaxed and let me work his
muscle. "Dunno. Just have the knack, I guess." I knew I kept this up I
wouldn't be able to control my self. Dad either. I gave a couple more
caresses than slapped his bare back. "All right, that should do it."

Dad eased up on his towel, with a look on his face relaxed and happy. "I
want more of that. The full treatment. Back in the room."

"Think you can handle the full treatment?"

"I'll die a happy man trying. Fuck, Jimbo, you got some talented hands."

"Just now noticing?"

Dad blushed. I think that was the first time I'd seen him bashful. "No," he
whispered. "It's not."

"Man, Dad," I hissed. "I wanna kiss you. Bad."

"Me, too, Slugger. Wanna head back?"

I thought for a second and shook my head. "Nah. The longer we wait the
better it's gonna be, right?"

"Whatever you say, Slugger," Dad winked. "How about another beer, then?"

"Cool."

Dad got up, dusting the sand off his stomach. "Be right back."

My head was swimming. It was amazing: the sun, the vacation, the sex, just
hanging out with Dad. One of those feelings you know is too good to last,
but you don't fucking care. You just ease into it, enjoy the ride.

I looked around the beach. Looked at the hard jock bodies and the surfer
trunks barely covering the guys crotches. Looked at the skimpy bikinis and
oiled flesh. It wasn't just me. Or Dad. The whole place was a Bacchanalia
of sex and booze.

Just then a guy walked up to me. "Hey!" he greeted, "Didn't know if I'd run
into you again."

It was the Frat Guy from the previous night. "Hey," I responded. How's it
hanging?"

"Pretty soft today," he laughed, his white teeth gleaming in the sun,
"after the pounding you gave me."

I grinned back. "That was fun."

"Look, stud, I don't mean to bother you, hell I know for you it was
probably a lay and that's it, but... if you wanna, you know sometime this
week, get together again, well, here...." It was only then I noticed he was
holding a piece of paper, which he now thrust in my hand. His cell number.

"Thanks," I said, noncommittally. Frat Guy was hot, even hotter in the
light of day, but he's not why I came down here.

"Anyway, you can call. Or me and my buds are gonna be at the salsa dance
tomorrow night, next to the Canteen. 9PM and after."

Just then Dad returned. "Hey, I didn't realize we had company. Sorry I only
got two," he gestured to the Coronas in his hand.

"Dad," I introduced, "this is..." I paused.

"Charlie," Frat Guy filled me in.

"Right. Charlie. And this is my Dad Robert McGrath."

Dad set down the bottles and reached out to shake Frat Guy's hands in a
firm grip. "Pleased to meet you, Charlie."

Frat Guy wasn't sure how to react. Let's just say Cancun's normally not a
place where parents hang out. Still, he flashed his warm smiled and shook
hands. "Same here, sir."

"Robert. Only Jim here calls me sir," he winked.

"Dad!" I groaned, ribbing him in the shin. Dad smiled down and handed me my
beer.

"Look," Frat Guy interjected, "I gotta get back to a volleyball game we got
going on. I just wanted to say hello."

"Thanks," I said.

After he was gone, Dad plopped back on the beach towel. "Way to go
Jimbo. I'm gone five minutes and you reel in a hot one."

"He's the guy from last night."

"Yeah?" Dad was intrigued as he took a sip of beer.

"Yeah."

Dad let out a low whistle. "You could have done worse," he joked.

"You should see his frat brother. Big, beefy lacrosse player."

Dad was practically panting. "You horndog."

"Wonder who I inherited THAT from?"

"Guess."

We laughed and lay back to catch some rays.

Like I said, it was terrific bonding with Dad like that. It was like we
both really opened up to one another that day. Father and
son... lovers... but something else. It was when he was applying lotion
once again to my red-brown skin that he asked me.

"How many you been with, Slugger?"

"Men?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't think you wanted to talk about our past."

"Not sure I do. Or should."

"53. Well, last night makes 55."

Dad chuckled softly. "I wasn't expecting an exact number."

"My buddy Rick and I were drunk one night and wrote up a list of who we'd
slept with."

"College sure has changed since I was there," Dad joked.

"You surprised?"

"At what? The number?"

"Yeah."

"A little. Mostly impressed." His hands were now massaging my back
muscle. "My boy gets around."

"How bout you, Dad?"

He hesitated. Literally four minutes of silence as his hands ran lazy
circles on my skin. He finally clapped the excess lotion off and scooted
back.

"Probably twice of what you've done, maybe three times. Dunno. Never
counted." He looked down between his legs. "Damn Slugger I'm hard."

"Me, too," I added.

He licked his lips and continued. "Was pretty wild in my early Navy
days. Then I made a decision to be a good husband to your mother and a good
father to you guys. So I cooled it. For about ten years, at least. Til
those urges started coming back. Met another married man... it's like we
both really needed it. It just erupted between us, the most intense sex I'd
had ever, we couldn't keep our hands off each other..."

"Who was it?" I shifted on my towel, my erection becoming more insistent in
my swimsuit.

"Shouldn't say." He turned to me, and met my gaze. "Look, Slugger it's not
that I don't trust you, it's just that, fuck, a secret's a secret you
know."

I thought of Jack Grant. "Yeah, Dad, I understand."

Dad paused and looked into my eye, into my soul. "Damn, you do Slugger." He
gently punched my arm. "Slugger's got a secret from his old man."

I felt awful. "Sorry, Dad." I had to turn away from his gaze.

"Don't apologize, son. I just refused to tell you mine."

I bit my lip. I was feeling a little jealous, and wondered if Dad felt the
same.

"Anyway," he added, "after your mother passed away, everything changed
inside me. Mostly, I had you boys to be proud of. You got me through
it. Watching you become men."

My eyebrows arched. "It wasn't sexual, you little pervert," he hissed. "At
least not at first." His arm rubbed playfully against mine. "But you guys
made your old man proud, day in, day out. And Jimbo, I don't know if you
can understand this unless you have kids of your own one day, but seeing
the way you and your brothers looked up to me, relied on me, well that's
what make it all worthwhile."

"Damn," I whispered, my heart heavy.

"All right, enough about me. Why don't you tell your dad just how a
nineteen year old has played the field so much."

I left out a few details, but I guess I gave enough to get Dad really
worked up. Dan the hotel man, Kevin my chief warrant officer fuckbuddy,
Paul's riding partner Mark, my frat buddy Rick. When I finished Dad was
nearly speechless.

"Damn," was all he said. Surreptitiously, he stroked his erect package

"Wanna head back to the room now?" I offered.

"You read my mind, Slugger."

We got up and made our way back.

Back in our room, our hot skin pressed into each other. Dad's arms were
greasy, his chest hair scratchy. His stubble felt magnificent against my
sunburned face. I could tell he was a little drunk from the sun and the
beers. I was, too.

He held me tight. Tighter than our couplings before. Roughly his mouth
mawled mine and his hands clawed at my back and butt. We writhed in each
other's embrace.

"Oh, my boy. You gotta tell me if this gets too much." Already he was
slipping my trunks down. I didn't think my hard dick would let him, but the
material snapped free of my rigid hook and soon were down mid-thigh. "I
won't have the willpower on my own to back off, but just say the word,
Slugger, and I'll stop."

His fingers traced their way into my crevice and my body went rigid and
shuddered. "Dad," I said solemnly, hungrily. "I'm not gonna say no. Ever."

"Oh Slugger," his baritone voice rumbled. Already his kisses were teasing
my neck, making their way down my torso. I looked down and saw my father
hold my rigid prick in hand, then guide it straight to his mouth.

"Dad!" I cried out. The smooth, soothing wetness of his mouth drove me
mad. I curled my fingers in his meaty shoulders and held on to steady
myself. To encourage him. He was worked up, all right, and for him like for
me this was about more than the sex. He sucked hungrily at my fat stalk. He
wasn't as talented at blowing as my fuckbuddy Kevin, but he was damn near
as eager. He'd worked about half of my meat into his craw, when I stopped
him and pulled him off.

I bent down to kiss him and could taste my cock and sweat on his mouth. The
flavor drove me wilder and I pounced on him, driving us both to the
floor. We rolled around for minutes, til Dad wrestled free and reached up
to the lube ready at the bed side. He slicked up his hand, then brought his
cold, gel-covered fingers down to my fevered ass. The first one sunk in
without resistance, plunging into my internal softness, coaxing me
steadily. The second finger was a snug fit, but felt fantastic.

With his other hand he squeezed the viscous lubricant onto his mammoth
cock, never taking his eyes off me or the spot between my legs where his
hand disappeared.

"Who broke you in, Slugger?" he asked quietly. I'd learned from a young age
that when Dad was quiet like this he was more serious than when he
yelled. The gravely tone of voice sent goosebumps all over me.

"Dad, don't... I can't," I pleaded.

"Was it that hotel guy?" An image of Dan flashed in my head.  "No."

"Who?"

"I can't say."

Three fingers jabbed into me. I winced, but my dick stayed rock hard.

"You can't, huh?" Dad grimaced, twisting his digits in my hole, loosening
my sphincter up. "'s OK son, you got a secret." He paused and then slowly
extracted his hand. He pulled my legs up, spreading them, exposing my
slickened crack. I looked down at my father's erect cock. Long, powerful,
dripping hard. "Christ, I'm getting boned trying to imagine who copped my
boy's cherry."

I reached out and grabbed his cock, massaging the slickness along its veiny
length. My fingers toyed with the crown of skin at the tip.

"Keep doing that, boy, and you're not gonna get your fucking."

I let go of his prick like a red hot poker, making Dad laugh. I was glad to
have the spell broken a little. The calm lasted for a second before I felt
his shaft probe and breach me.

Dad's big. We took our time as he slowly fed me his raging erection. He
alternated bending over to kiss me deeply and whisper in my ear, urging me
to take his hard daddy dick, and leaning up to look down on me with lust as
his hips drove his steelhard shaft into me.

When his dickhead tapped a second inner spot of resistance I bucked my head
up and Dad calmed me by placing his hands on my smooth chest and rubbing in
soft circles. "Easy there, Slugger, I got your back. There, there, not
gonna hurt my boy. Just gonna make us feel real good, OK?"

I nodded trustingly.

Dad massaged my insides as gently as my outside, relaxing me, opening me
up.

"Yeah, your daddy's a big guy, but you can take it Jimbo. Took it the other
night."

He was driving me insane in anticipation. "Aw fuck me, Dad!"

He hushed me, his voice once again soft and low. "Shh, Slugger. When you're
ready. When you're ready. It's coming, son, no need to rush. Daddy's not
going anywhere. Gonna stay right here with my boy."

Our lips met again, and wet smacking sounds filled the quiet room.

"You wanna tell me, Jim? Don't need his name, but was he good? That first
fuck?"

Slowly he began easing his prick back, then pushing forward. It felt great.

"Yeah, Dad, he was," I admitted. "I still think about that time."

He smiled. He was hearing what he'd hoped to hear. My prick was granite
hard now. "How'd you he do it? He break you in slowly? Did he open my boy
up before fucking him?"

This was so perverted but my libido was right in sync with Dad's. As Dad
started screwing me, I latched my mouth on his ear and started spouting off
a nasty retelling of Jack's cherry-picking. "You can bet he did, Dad. Made
me lie down on my stomach and he gave me my first rim job. Ate me out til I
was seeing stars."

"Oh Jim!" Dad's strokes became longer and harder.

"Then came his fingers. Like yours just now. One, two, then deeper, then a
third. Stretched me out."

My guts were on fire now. Dad was taking full possession of my ass, and I
was loving it.

"You're still so tight, Slugger."

"That's what he said, Dad. How tight I was as he pushed his bone inside
me."

"He mount you from behind?"

"No, face to face, like you're doing me now."

Dad sucked in his breath. "Oooh boy." He held steady for a second to regain
his composure, then started fucking again. It was like an accelerating
train, gradually picking up speed, growing faster. Dad grunted and
growled. "That guy. He cum in you, Jim?"

"Yeah. I thought he would never stop. Like liquid fire in me,
Dad. Spreading out, spurting deep."

"Oh Slugger!" Dad cried covering my mouth with his. He fucked hard and
groaned, then his body shook rigidly. I'd never seen a man come like
that. Full body orgasm. Dad had one just then, and I got seeded with his
copious spray. The juice frothed up in his hard strokes and dribbled down
my ass crevice and onto the floor.

"Damn," he said as he came to. "You OK, Slugger?"

I nodded.

"I got carried away there."

"I liked it. I liked it when you fucked me like that. I felt full with you
in me."

"I'm still in you," Dad observed.

"Man, you shot heavy this time."

"Feeling pretty drenched, huh?" Dad smiled, reaching down to my primed
cock. "This is some pretty heavy shit we're into, Slugger," Dad sighed as
he stared down at my cock and started stroking it.

"I'm man enough for it, Dad."

"Yeah, my baby boy's grown up." His hand started working magic on my flesh
rod. "How big is this puppy anyway."

"Seven and a quarter."

"Long or around?"

"Both"

"Fuck!"

"Dad, that feels real good."

"You like getting blown"

"Who doesn't?"

"My Navy buddy Jake, but that's a long story."

"I wanna hear it."

"You will. Got tons of stories from my time on the frigate." Dad continued
his ministrations on my prick, then added thoughtfully, "I wanna learn how
to suck it."

I was getting close to blowing. Dad's prick was shrinking in my guts, but
it was still half-turgid and buried in me. "You did pretty good just now,"
I answered.

"I want to make you feel better than pretty good." He bent down and slurped
the head in his mouth.

"Oh Dad," I choked as my seed flooded his oral cavity.

He sucked and gulped my jizz, then licked my clean as his softened prick
finally popped free of my comelubed ass.

"I think that was better than 'pretty good,'" I sighed leaning back on the
floor and stretching my legs straight to get out the cramps.

"You were primed for that one, Jimbo," he said matter-of-factly, getting up
and helping me up on my feet.

"I'll say."

We kissed softly, quietly.

Finally breaking off, we grabbed a few beers from the room fridge and
padded out to the balcony, nude and temporarily sated.

"Feels good, huh?" I asked quaffing my lager in several gulps.

"You bet." My father's beefy body looked magnificent in the afternoon sun,
a deep tan setting off his salt-and-pepper body hair. His meaty genitals
hung soft, his beer bottle rested on his bulding thigh. "Sex, beer, sun,
spending quality time with the boy," he said.

"Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking today on the beach."

Dad looked away, out over the sea. "Jim, I don't want this week to end."
His voice cracked with emotion.

"It doesn't have to, Dad."

He turned back to me, the glow back in his eyes. "I don't know about you,
young man, but I got work to get back to."

I laughed. "I don't mean the vacation. I mean us."

Dad licked his lips and muttered, "I was hoping you'd say that."

I set down my empty bottle and opened another.

"Thirsty, Slugger?" Dad jibed.

"Yeah. Something about three hours of sun and a half hour of hard fucking
that dehydrates a guy." I shot back.

"Here," Dad gestured with his raised longneck. "Cheers."

"Cheers. To vacation."

"To family."

We drank, happy men. I was happy to sit there and enjoy the seascape and
the feeling of inner peace.

Finally Dad spoke up again. "How do you think it would work, Jimbo? Us
together."

My heart raced. "I don't know, Dad." I took another sip. "I don't think I
dared imagined the future."

"You're young. I don't care if you've fucked around with 55 guys. You're
still young. You got your life ahead of you."

"And?"

"Well, I don't know that it's right for me to impose on it. You could rake
in any hunk out there, Slugger... or girl if that's what you want. That
Charlie guy wanted it bad, I could see in his eyes."

"Charlie's hot, Dad," I admitted.

"Yeah, and I'm stopping you from spending time with him."

I felt exasperated. "Is this why you made me go out alone last night?"

Dad reflected. "Yeah. Part of the reason."

"Stop feeling guilty, Dad. You're not stopping me from anything. This whole
trip's been one major rush for me, from start to finish."

Dad gulped. I could see his prick rising again from his crotch, twitching
on his thigh. "Me, too, Jim. I just can't believe my luck is all."

I reached over and pinched his arm.

"Hey!"

"There! You're awake. I'm still here. Now, you want another beer?"

He nodded and I unscrewed the cap off another bottle and handed it to him.

We sipped and felt the warm breeze on our bodies. "We just gonna sit out
here with our boners?" Dad finally said.

"Why the hell not?" I replied.

"You're a McGrath, all right," he said closing his eyes to nap.

I was right behind him.