Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 12:14:19 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 13

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 adults. If that offends or
disturbs you, read no further.

No, I haven't forgotten the McGrath saga. Feedback always welcome, it's how
I know guys out there are reading: billdrake@hotmail.com.


13

I woke up from my afternoon nap before Dad. He's not normally the type to
sleep away the day, but occasionally when he's exhausted from work or
travel, he can pull a marathon nap on the weekend. Looking at his nude,
uncovered body in full sleep coma, I figured the vacation -- the sun, the
sex, the booze, the late nights -- was catching up with him. Quietly, I
stepped out of bed and slipped on some cargo shorts, flip slops and a thin
cotton shirt, which I left unbuttoned. My skin still felt hot and
sunburned.

I found the hotel gym. Empty. I kicked off my flipflops and stripped off
the shirt. I was still feeling a little buzzed and a little groggy, so I
wasn't really going to have an honest workout. But it felt good to get the
blood flowing back to my muscles. So I went through a few sets of chest and
upper body exercises. Yeah, this was really waking me up finally. I paused
as I picked up my shirt, ready to get back to the outside world and the
sun. I ran my hand up along my biceps and shoulders. I had a nice pump, I
thought with satisfaction.

Not ready to go back up yet, I grabbed a spot at the outdoor bar and
ordered a rum and coke. It was pretty much siesta hour and before the
crowds would pick up, but there was one other person there. A man of medium
height and medium build. Dark hair, graying temples. He saddled up to the
seat next to mine.

"Mind if I join ya?"

I nodded agreement, and we shook hands to introduce ourselves. His name was
Bruce, a salesman from Michigan down on a client call. Apparently hotel air
conditioning systems are a boom business.

"Fuck, I'm boring you," observed, taking a swig from his Corona. "You're
here to party this week."

"To partying," I toasted clinking his bottleneck with my highball.

"To letting loose," Bruce chimed in. His eyes were staring into mine. Fuck,
this guy was hitting on me! He was the textbook traveling businessman --
business casual dress, coiffed hair, and a look in his eyes like he had
several days' sperm backed up in his nuts. Our knees touched and I felt my
boner rage. Damn, I hadn't expected this. This man wasn't the hottest guy
ever, but his desire for me was a real turn on.

"To letting loose," I responded, taking a sip. "Have you been letting loose
this week?" I asked. "Lots of loose hot women walking around." I gestured
out toward the main part of the beach where the college partying action
took place.

Bruce shrugged. "Eh. Maybe it's not the women I'm after." He paused and his
eyes questioned mine.

"Whatever..." I countered. "Lots of loose guys, too."

"Sounds like you talk from experience."

"Yep." I smiled knowingly, deciding to be brave. "You should have seen the
two frat guys I fucked last night."

Bruce's eyes widened and exhaled. "You're not shitting me, are you?"

I shook my head.

"Damn. I woulda paid money to watch that."

"Rather watch than do, huh?"

Bruce now smiled. "I wouldn't say that. It's just that I'm not a young god
like you. Those guys aren't gonna give me the time of day."

"Fuck that," I retorted. "Get a frat guy drunk and he's very
persuadable. Besides, you're a good looking man. And lots of guys prefer
someone older."

Bruce seemed a little cheered by my comments. He seemed to be struggling
over whether to say something. "What?" I prompted.

"I'm just wondering. Well, I've seen you here this week. With an older
man. I thought maybe you two were together."

He was talking about Dad of course. "Boyfriends?" I asked.

Bruce was defensive. "Sorry, that was a dumb thing to presume. A young stud
like you..."

I cut him off. "We are boyfriends." Let me say that it gave me a rush from
head to toe to say that. This whole week Dad and I had been fucking around
and not talking too much about what it meant. The idea that we would be
come an honest-to-god couple made me shiver and made my cock stonehard.

"I'd pay to watch you too, as well," he chuckled. He lifted up his bottle
and found it near empty. "Here, can I buy you another drink?"

I shook my head no. "I'd rather go back to your room."

"Damn. You're serious?"

I spread my legs and with a nod of the head gestured down to the horny
stalk mounded in my shorts. "I don't know if I have much juice in me right
now, but I bet you do."

I could tell he was appraising the size of cock. He could barely pull his
eyes up to look me in the face, but he did. "Like you wouldn't
believe. It's been all work here so far.... what about your boyfriend?"

"It's like with the frat boys. He knows I'll be coming back to him." I felt
a little bad talking about my sex with dad like that, but I figured that as
long as Bruce didn't know he's my father, it's all right.

"I'm not gonna press my luck with more questions. Let's go."


Bruce groaned as my arms circled his in the privacy of his room. I reached
down and felt a mercilessly hard cock poking his shorts. Goosebumps broke
out all along the businessman's flesh and his body shook in desire.

"Man o man," he muttered.

You know, I wasn't even genuinely horny. It was more that I was on a real
sex buzz. It was the place, the sun, the ocean air, the fact I was on
vacation. I wanted to get off on this guy wanting me.

I pulled back and stripped off my shirt. Walking across the room, I undid
my shorts, letting them fall to floor. I heard Bruce gasp as he saw my ass
and exposed backside. But his real shock was when I turned around. My
hardon jutted out in its full, thick glory.

"Fuck! You're a horse! You must keep your boyfriend pretty happy with that
thing."

I was tempted to correct him, to tell him that Dad was the one with the
bigger cock, the one who fucked me.

Instead, I got off on Bruce's awe, as well as the perverted notion that Dad
would want me, my cock, making him happy.

"You just gonna stare?" I taunted.

Bruce shook his head no and approached me. He reached forward and gripped
my hard meat. His fingers felt nice curled around it. He watched as he
stroked my rigid stake, then looked up. "Damn, this dick's so wide. You got
one for the record books, buddy." He smiled, paused a second, then squatted
down on his haunches.

I hissed as I felt his hot lips touch my overheated cockhead, then the
soft, soothing wetness of his tongue and mouth descend onto my staff. Nice,
warm businessman BJ in the afternoon. Fuckin' A!

I let Bruce do the work, sucking me in, opening up his throat to gradually
accommodate more and more of me. He sucked cock very much like my Dad --
eager but a little tentative at the same time. Like he didn't want
inexperience to stop him, but didn't know how to deal with my oversized
girth.

Only with Dad I always felt like getting my cock sucked was a special
favor. With Bruce, I felt like the most powerful, virile man on Earth. He
fucking wanted me, bad.

I couldn't hold back. I couldn't just watch. I reached down and grabbed the
back of his head. Felt the short dark hair between my fingers as I held his
skull stationary. And began thrusting. The first couple of in strokes
elicited some mild gagging reactions on Bruce's part, but soon he relaxed
and soon I found my groove. Nice, smooth strokes, going deeper gradually.

It felt good, real good, but I had other ideas. I pulled out and let my
pulsing, shining cock hover inches from his face. He caught his breath and
wiped his mouth and stared at my erect dick.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," he grunted, clearly high on sex endorphins. Then
dove back on. He started stuffing my staff into his craw, wriggling his
neck to press his lips further toward my pubes.

I held his shoulders and withdrew again. Holding steady as my cock pulsed
in place before his eyes. Each heartbeat made it quiver feverishly. In
turn, the sight made Bruce moan and pant.

I gave him another minute to admire the view then spoke. "I wanna fuck
you."

The businessman was silent for a second. Finally, he agreed. "I'm not sure
how I'm gonna do it, but OK."

He stood up, fully erect in his khakis. Eagerly, he unbuttoned and stripped
them off. His prick wasn't nearly as big as mine, but its firmness and
shape communicated raw male desire. The guy could barely take his eyes off
me, my body, my cock. I teased him by running my left hand along my chest
and ab muscle and using my right to jerk my spitslick cockmeat.

"Fuck!" he whispered. "I can't believe I'm about to get fucked by that
thing."

"That's what you want isn't it?" Half a question, half a statement.

He nodded like a eager kid. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."

I smirked. "On the bed. Get up on all fours." I don't know what it was that
made me so cocky, a nineteen year old kid, ordering this guy around like a
sex toy. But it was a turnon. Just like with the frat boys the previous
night.

Bruce gulped nervously but followed my instructions. His ass was dusted
with brown hair, but it was the crack that was magnificently hairy. Like
Dad's. You know, this entire week in Mexico and I hadn't yet explored my
father's ass. Seeing Bruce presented before me made me realize how hot it
would be to have Dad like this in front of me. To do the unimaginable.

Knealing down I got in position behind Bruce. Leaned forward. Kissed the
hairy cheeks. Pressed in, burrowed forward. Put my lips deep in his
asscrevice. Stuck my tongue out and licked at the hair and the tight
pucker.

Bruce liked that. "God all mighty! Lick me guy!"

I did as instructed and more. I made love to that hole. Part of it was
Bruce -- he had a hot, adult male ass. But part of it was imagining doing
this to Dad. I made up for lost time.  Learning how to worship and older
man's hole. To claim it as mine.

The thought sent a paroxysm of desire straight to my dick. I had to fuck
Bruce.

"Got lube?"

Bruce scrambled forward to the bed stand. Pulled out a bottle. "Didn't
think I'd use this for more than jacking off," he admitted, handing it to
me. Taking a second to get a final look at my dick, he sighed, "Damn,
you're hung."

I smiled and slicked myself up. My cock was raging hard now. I didn't take
my eyes off him as I pushed my staff down to the right angle and approached
his displayed, vulnerable hole. I took him slowly...

It took a minute to ease in and get him accustomed to cock -- I had the
feeling it had been a while for him -- but soon I felt the elastic hole
loosen up, at least enough to let me start a nice back-and-forth
movement. I grabbed his waist and started a nice fuck motion. My hardon was
gliding freely now through the tautness of his ring, through the slick
inner asslining, and over his internal gland, which I could feel quiver
against my cock.

I had intended to build up to a nice, slow nut, but Bruce it turns out
couldn't hold off. I heard some heavy breathing, some groans, then a loud,
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" His ass clenched against my rod as he sprayed the
sheets.

I pulled out as he slowly turned over on his back. He was panting with a
look of ecstasy still on his face. I was smiling back. "Sorry. Couldn't
hold back," he said. "I wanna get you off."

I shook my head. "That's all right. I better get back to my boyfriend." I
reached down to run my fingers along my pulsing erection. "I think he might
want some of this. Thanks though."

"Man, I should be the one thanking you. Best fuck of my life, bar none. I
know you have a partner, but well, I'm here til the weekend if you wanna do
it again."

"Thanks," I said noncomittally as I got dressed again. A quick kiss and I
was out the door and padding my way back to my room. Dad's and my room.

Dad was still napping, his nude body splayed face down on the bed, bared in
full glory. In the still quiet of the late afternoon I had to pause to
admire the amazing masculine form. His back bulged in a million muscled
knots and sinews, building and tapering to the small of his back, where the
swell of a full, muscular ass rose high and wide. It was definitely the ass
of an older man, not a pert, spherical bubble ass, but a real man's ass,
big and hairy. It made me hyperventilate.

I knew Bruce was a temporary substitute. The frat boy fucks were a
temporary substitute. My father was the one I desired. Quietly I stripped
down and approached the bed. I carefully climbed up on the foot of the
mattress, trying not to disturb Dad's sleeping. Gradually, I ran my hands
up his legs, feeling the soft furry strength of his calves, his hamstrings,
his outer thighs. Then, as if claiming their prize, my mitts touched his
hips and swiveled to feel that magnificen assbrawn. The hairs grew
intensely thick all over the surface, thicker into the crack. My father's
ass, so much like my own, but different. Fuller, more grown up.

I boned up hard. I could feel the heat emanating from him. I gently gripped
the buttcheeks and pushed them aside, parting the way to see into the
beautiful mantrench. The hairs did not quite hide his puckered
hole. Instantly, I found myself kissing it, putting my mouth to my father's
anus. It felt nasty and perverted and right. I licked the hole feverishly,
made love to it. It woke Dad up.

"Feels good, son."

Three simple words but they egged me on like nothing else. Dad was
consenting, telling me it was OK. Telling me he wanted this. I pushed my
tongue out and started fluttering it against the tight assfolds, drilling
into his private insides. Trying to claim him, possess him.

The rim job was making my father squirm his beefy body against the
sheets. "Fuck, you know how to rim. Wasn't sure you wanted this."

I pulled up my head hovering in a perch inches above that spittle-covered
asstrench. "Fuck yeah, Dad, I want this so fucking bad." And dove back in.

As I munched away the tension in his upper back eased and he leaned forward
in relaxation. "You saying you're man enough to fuck your daddy?"

Those words were like dynamite to my cock. It throbbed so hard it
hurt. Yes, I wanted to fuck. Fuck my father. I gave a quick jab of the
tongue against his tender hole and lifted up to speak. "Fuck yeah, I
am. Pass me the lube."

I heard Dad chuckle, with an overtone of paternalistic pride I had heard so
many times. "My Slugger's a man, all right." Soon I felt the plastic bottle
of lubricant nudge my arm.

"Oh man," I purred as I uncapped it and quirted it on my fingers. I dug
into the ass crevice and zeroed in on his manhole. Pressing in.

"Mmmph." Dad grunted. "You gotta go easy, Slugger. I was about your age the
last time I took it from that end."

"All right, Dad," I reassured him, the sheer horniness evident in my voice
and in my shaking hand. Slowly, I pressed forward and was rewarded by the
sensation of his tight ass dilating around my invading finger.

"That's it, boy. Open your daddy up. Get ready to take that ass."

I was breathing heavy now. Two fingers now lodged up my father. "God, Dad,
this feels incredible. I want this so fucking bad. I never even knew. Or
dreamed."

"You don't have to dream, Slugger. Just slick that bad boy up and let me
have him."

That bad boy felt like it was about to get so hard as to snap right off. I
didn't dare touch it with my fingers, afraid I'd shoot all over Dad's back
right away. Instead I poured a cascading sheet of lube from the top and
down the sides. I pushed down and nudged Dad's hole.

"Remember: easy does it, Jimbo."

"Yeah Dad." Slowly, steadily, I applied pressure. We stood deadlooked for a
good two, three minutes, my hard cock, his tight hole. Til I heard Dad
breathe in and saw his back muscles relax again. Then his sphincter opened
right up and my head breached the clearing. In an instant I had penetrated
and bored a couple good inches into him. I was fucking my father!

It's impossible to describe that rush, to put the most amazing feeling of
your life into words. It felt simultaneously like a dream you never dared
to dream and the most natural, inevitable thing that could happen. My dick
sinking into the man who made me. His ass felt hot, tight and alive. I
could tell he was struggling to accommodate my fat one, but I could also
tell he was also turned on like crazy. His legs spasmed like a jumping frog
and his ass bucked up and down, now trying to .

I let him fuck himself on my cock, then took charge and started driving the
fuck. Pistoning my son meat in and out of his hole.

"Damn, Jimbo, fuck me!"

"I'm gonna Dad. Best fuck of my life. Nothing's gonna live up to this."

Dad pushed his arms up, trying to get into a doggie position. I kept my
hands pressed against his back, making him work for it. "Fuck, my boy's a
man. Topping his daddy."

I was unprepared for how turned on this was getting my dad. His erotic
submission pushed me harder, driving my cock in and out at a fierce
pace. Working up. I was getting there. So was Dad.

"Aw Slugger, gonna fuck it out of me, son!" Dad's hands clenched ths eheets
and his backed arched.

I think I might have beat him to the finish line by a nanosecond. I didn't
announce my nut, but I just fucked it deep into him, letting free with my
son semen. Dad's first incestuous assload, I proudly thought. I'd have to
hear about his previous fucks at some point.

We collapsed onto the bed, him onto a giant wet spot in the bedsheets, me
on his sweaty, heaving back. Finally,

"I'm afraid you gotta pull out, Jimbo. My son's got a big dick, you know."

"Sorry, Dad," I extracted myself and rolled off him as he lifted up to face
me. "You OK? I went pretty hard at the end. I couldn't help myself."

Dad winked. "I'm OK, Slugger. I like to feel like I've been taken by a real
man."

I reached over and felt Dad's chest, running my hands along the fur, the
muscle, down the abdomen and along the spent truncheon of his
cock. Finally, my arms circled his body and my hands cupped his ass.

I must have been smiling uncontrollably, cause he said I looked like I'd
just disovered a new toy.

"Yeah. I want to fuck you again." Just hearing myself say that gave me a
rush.

"Now?" He was incredulous.

"No. But later again. Tonight."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Not sure I can go so soon again,
Slugger. Gotta let your old man get used to this."

But sure, enough, later that night, we did it again. After dinner and a
beer at the bar, we came back to our room and made out. We did it face to
face this time. Me lifting his legs and screwing my way back into his
ass. We went at it longer this time, and it was a treat to see my father's
mega cock spew onto his hairy chest. I had to wonder if I was wrong. The
second time fucking Dad felt even more incredible than the first.