Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2016 20:33:21 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 16

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Naval Tradition

16

Charlottesville, November 2002
Fall semester, freshman year

I leaned back in the wooden standard-issue desk chair and spread my legs. I
had on only a pair of cotton shorts, blue ones with the Cavaliers baseball
logo on them. The Bulldozer liked me in them, said they showed off my legs
and crotch real well, and I was happy to oblige.

The Bulldozer's real name was Charlie Holt. A sophomore tight end on the
Cavs football team, he was already a phenomenon on the field. And already,
a real big guy. 6'6" 255#. And sure, not all of that was muscle, but a hell
of a lot of it was.

Charlie's not my type, not usually, but I have to admit I got off on
hooking up this football hulk. Particularly moments like then, with the
Bulldozer on his knees on the linoleum floor, nude except for a jock strap
and his face planted right in my crotch. The man liked to take his time, so
I went with the flow, leaned back and rubbed the soft bristle of his brown
hair while he licked and sucked at my prick through the shorts. It felt
nice in a teasing sort of way. I'd been sexually active almost three years
now, and more and more I was learning to really enjoy extended foreplay,
particularly with a dude like Charlie who seemed to really relish it.

My shorts were now soaked through with his spit and probably looked real
obscene clinging to my rod. The football jock leaned back and rubbed the
ridge with his large mitt. "Damn, McGrath, I can't believe how huge this
fucker is." Yep, in one area I had the Bulldozer beat for size - a lot. He
seemed to appreciate it, too.

Those beefy fingers hooked the elastic band of the shorts and pulled them
down, up and over my erection. My cock bobbed in mid-air, happy to be
release and very eager for some direct oral contact. It didn't have long to
wait, as Charlie popped the head in his mouth and started easing his head
down onto it. Fuck yeah, The Bulldozer knows how to suck cock.

We'd met at a start of the year function for Cavs athletics. Small-talk,
and I didn't really think I had that much in common with this very tall,
very big tight end, until I noticed it. The eye contact, the watching the
other guys surreptitiously, occasionally quietly eyeing me up, too, when he
thought I wasn't looking. And then he noticed me doing it, as well. Smiled
a sly smile and leaned down and whispered, "you, too bud? Scoping out the
talent?"

I felt like a kid caught in the cookie jar but shrugged my
shoulders. "Yeah. I guess we have some stuff in common."

So Holt and I have been finding how much we have in common during these
regular Wednesday night meet ups in my dorm room, when my roommate Tim has
his evening class.


Charlie kept up his long-stroke suck for a good ten minutes, working me up
steadily. It was working. I was gonna come real soon and I gripped his
meaty shoulder, both the encourage him and to let him know I was about to
nut. "Christ, fuck, I'm gonna..." I started.

Only he pulled off with a plop. He leaned up a little and watched my thick
boner pulse and throb desperately. I wanted to shoot so bad. The Bulldozer
wiped the spit and the mucus from his mouth and gripped the base of my
dick, near my balls, to pull it forward a little bit. "Fuck, that's hot,"
he moaned. He gave another quick swipe of his tongue along my ball sac. My
nuts were pulled up tight against my stalk, practically begging to blow
their wad.

"Man," I panted, "I was THIS close."

He looked up to me with that goofy jock expression I'd grown fond of. "I
know dude. I was just thinking maybe you'd want to unload in my other
hole."

"Yeah?" I said, getting excited at the prospect. We'd done anal a couple of
times, but Holt never seemed thrilled to do it. Said my cock was too fat to
enjoy that way.

"Yeah, man, I've been practicing a little. Bought a toy that's your
size. You realize you're a dead ringer for a porn star named Dick Stone?"
he joked as his fingers traced along my hard spike. If he'd gone just an
inch higher the sensitive nerves would have been enough to trip my trigger.

"I don't think I'll last long in you. Not after that blowjob."

"That's all right McGrath," he said, cupping my balls. "I got a feeling
these bad boys have a couple of loads in them."

"Let's do this," I said, standing up, feeling like a rush of power over
this football giant as he looked up at my cock and my body with sexual
excitement. "On the bed," I said.

The Bulldozer had two inches on me and outweighed me by over 40 pounds, but
he stood up like a trained puppy, his five-and-a-halfer erect in the pouch
of his jock. For all his bulk, Holt was a surprisingly un-hairy guy.... he
had some stray hairs on his chest and a thin treasure trail down through
from his navel, but other than that I was looking at smooth, bulky muscle,
tanned from the summer still, except where his trunks had left a creamy
white middle.

When Charlie got on all fours on the mattress, the tan line looked even
more marvelous from the backside, where it framed his giant buns. Thick,
cantaloupe sized and almost as round, his buttocks stood up in that
strap. The hair that was missing elsewhere seemed to have all gone to his
crack. It was like a fur forest lining the deep crevice between his
cheeks. I dove in, hungry and horny.

As much as I loved eating Holt's hairy hole, I was too impatient for much
foreplay. Almost hyperventilating in lust, I found my trusty lube and
squirted a bunch on his pucker before slicking up my stick. I didn't dare
touch it, but just let the lubricant cascade down its length.

"Ready, bud?" I asked but didn't give him a chance to really respond before
I pushed my cock down and prodded his hole. He was tight, real tight, but I
could tell he'd been practicing with that toy. It didn't take too much
pressure for the ring to open up and accept me in.

Eagerly, I sank inward and had to bite my lip to control my ejaculation
while I held steady, making sure Holt's hole accommodated me. Once I could
feel the defensive spasms die down, I let loose. Hot, hard thrusts deep
into his hole. Given my size, it must have felt like a real
hole-stretching, but Holt seemed to take it eagerly and to be honest at
this point I'd lost my last shred of self control. Started pounding
furiously and spurting my semen deep inside the guy.

I caught my breath, now leaning forward so my toned chest was against his
huge back, in a classic doggie position, my cock still buried and throbbing
inside a cum-soaked hole. Holt asked me, "Still got more in ya, McGrath?"
He was definitely hopeful for a fuck that would last longer. I obliged,
pushing into the tightness of the deeper part of his bowels and resuming my
fuck.

I think the new position and angle was doing wonders for The Bulldozer's
inner gland, because pretty soon, he started huffing and his deep voice was
getting higher pitched. "Oh man, oh buddy, that feels awesome," he
grunted. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me off."

His words egged me on. Sometimes I like to be verbal with a guy, but just
then I was really enjoying the silent domination of this huge tight
end. I'm no small guy, even as a freshman, but it must have looked odd to
see this big guy being topped by a smaller baseball jock.

That bulk felt magnificent against my body as I writhed against him, chest
against back, groin against ass, power driving 7-and-some inches of beer
can cock into the poor guy. I reached around. Just then, that beer-belly
gut felt awesome, and I grabbed his prick that was ramrod hard in his
pouch. I gave it a squeeze, and that was all it took. The Bulldozer started
shaking beneath me as he orgasmed right into his jock, into my hand.

The idea and the sensations of his spasming asswalls, milked another
ejaculation out of me.


After we were done, Charlie got up and picked up his shirt and
sweatpants. He never bothered to shower at my dorm, too much risk he
said. "See you Thursday, bud?" he asked as he pulled up his sweats. This
guy was a fuckbuddy in the truest sense. A great fuck and a good buddy, but
there was no romance complicating things, not in the least.

"Sure, Holt. And thanks. That was hot."

He gave me a goofy grin. "I should be thanking you, McGrath. That's one
museum piece you got between your legs. Goddamn..." he swore, thinking back
and marveling that he'd just taken me. "All right, catch you later."


Charlie'd been gone not even five minutes when my phone rang. It was Uncle
Mike.

"Slugger! How are ya? Is this a good time to talk?"

I didn't talk to my uncle a lot but I always looked forward to his
calls. "Yes, sir. Doing well."

"You little squirt. I didn't change your diapers just so you could call me
sir. I'm Mike, got it?"

"Yeah Mike. Great to hear from you."

"Great to hear your voice, too, Slugger. Tell me about college."

We chatted for a bit. About my classes, about making friends, about my
off-season conditioning and training.

Finally, he paused for a second, then said. "Listen, Jim, I have another
reason for calling. Your dad told me you came out to him."

"Oh," I said. I guess I never even thought about how my ex-pro athlete
uncle would take me being gay. I adored the man and as much as with my
father I was afraid of rejection. I was afraid now to say anything into the
phone, because I was afraid of what Uncle Mike would say.

"I couldn't care less, Jim. And I think it's great you figured out who you
are and have the guts to be open with it."

I sighed, feeling heavy with emotion. "Thank you, sir. I mean, Mike," I
corrected myself.

He laughed. "You must think I'm one bigot of a meathead."

I felt a little relieved, a little more confident to speak what was on my
mind. "No, Mike. I mean, you just never know what people think."

"You're right. That's why I am calling. I am not trying to dissuade you
from coming out, but, well, I think there's a good chance you could go
pro. You know it, I know it, we all know it. And... if you do... you can't
be out."

I'm not dumb. I'd thought of this, too. But hearing from my uncle's mouth
drove home the reality.

"You're right," I said, defeatedly. I hadn't really come out in a broad
way, beyond those in my family or a couple of friends I could trust. But if
I chose this path, it would shut that door in the future.

"Listen, Jim. I'm not telling you what to do. Some sacrifices aren't worth
making, and if you chose another path I wouldn't blame you in the
least. But if you want to stick to baseball, at least past college, you
gotta make that sacrifice."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "Ooh buddy," I
sighed. "I gotta think about this hard, don't I?"

"Yeah, Jim, you do. I can give advice the best I can but this is ultimately
something you have to decide. But... if you do end up going pro, well, I
had a close buddy when I played for the A's and he wasn't out, but he
managed to get a LOT of action, on the sly. You have to be real careful,
but you wouldn't have to be celibate."

I had to shake my head that a phone call that began with small talk lead to
my uncle and me talking about my future sex life. But I thanked him for his
advice. "Whatever I decide," I said. "I can always use your advice."

"Call me anytime, Jim," he said.

After our conversation, I was feeling pretty down. Maybe because of that, I
started thinking about Dad.

I told Dad I would stay in touch and come home regularly, but that first
weekend in October I cam to visit, everything felt tense between us. Dad
said it was great to see me and was all smiles and hugs when he met me in
the driveway. But it was mostly small talk during dinner and afterward,
when we were just watching Friday night TV, not really talking. About an
hour into that, I finally said I was going to meet some high school
buddies.

"Sure, son," he said, in his quiet way.

The rest of the time went much the same way. Dad friendly but guarded. Me
deferential but withdrawn. I wanted to say something, to break the
spell. Talk it out with Dad. But I was the one who took the initiative last
time, and I knew I couldn't push Dad on this. He was acting the way he was
for a reason, and I couldn't risk fucking up our relationship even more.

I was happy to get back on the road come Sunday.



So as much as I wanted to call Dad at that moment, to talk to him, it
didn't feel right. Things were too complicated between us now, now that I'd
fucked it up.

I tried Matt, but he wasn't answering. Paul was too laid back and easy
going for this kind of advice.

I wanted to talk to somebody, bad.

So I dialed the only number that made sense at that moment. The
Bulldozer's.

"Hey McGrath, what's up?" Then, lowering his voice so no one else would
hear, "Don't tell me you're still horny."

"Nah, buddy. You drained me pretty good just now. Listen, I got a problem I
need to talk through, and I'm wondering you'd be able to meet me tonight,
help me out."

I could tell he was puzzled by what was up but he answered, "sure, thing,
bud. I'll be back over in about 15?"

So Charlie and I sat on my bed and talked for a good hour. He'd been
thinking a lot about it, too. I think he was happier with the no-strings
lifestyle with men and even said he wanted to settle down with a woman one
day. "You probably don't believe me, McGrath, but I do all right with the
ladies," he winked.

Finally, when we both felt pretty talked out, the football jock stretched
his body. Damn, his large muscle and extra bulk were impressive, even in
his T-shirt. "I know what'd make you feel better, dude," he said. "A nice
long Bulldozer special." He leaned forward and cupped the genitals in my
shorts. "Whaddya say, buddy?"

"You serious?" I couldn't believe this bull of a man was up for sex again,
already. Then again, my cock was firming up at his touch.

His fingers traced along my dick, teasing it with steady caresses. "C'mon,
McGrath, tell me you can't get off one more time tonight."

So I peeled down my shorts and once again Holt got down on his knees
between my legs and once again I got treated to some amazing head. This
time, the Bulldozer didn't pull off, but just groaned as I held his
shoulders in a talon grip and ejaculated my third load of the night down
his tight cocksucking throat.

***

I dreaded going back home for Thanksgiving. It was hard enough dealing with
the awkwardness and cold shoulder from my father, but just thinking about
having to deal with that with my brothers around made me really
stressed. My next conversation with Dad, I hesitated bringing it up, but I
finally threw out, as nonchalantly as I could.

"Dad, I'm thinking I'm going to stay here over Thanksgiving break. I'm
really got a lot of schoolwork to catch up on."

"Yeah?" Dad said. I could tell there was a little bit of hurt in his voice,
but he wasn't going to let on. Fuck.

"Yeah," I continued. "Um, my roommate Tim's invited me over to his family's
for Thanksgiving and it'll save me from having to drive down." The more I
talked the lamer I knew my rationale was.

"That's all right, Jim," Dad said. "We can catch up at Christmas. Your
grades come first, I've told you that."

"Thanks, Dad."

I couldn't believe how fucked up my emotions were at that moment. First I
dreaded that Dad would be pissed off I wasn't coming home, now I was upset
he hadn't put up more of an objection. Asked me to come home. I realized
that he, too, was relieved in a way. Relieved I wouldn't be around to
remind him of what we did. And that made me feel like more of a heel.

The worst part, all of this emotional turmoil didn't even stop me from
masturbating later, reliving in my mind putting my father's cock in my
mouth. And true to form, I shot a large, heavy load all over my stomach
thinking about it.

***

I was a little sad when Thanksgiving rolled around, particularly after
calling Dad around and talking to him and Matt and Paul. But as the day
went on, I started enjoying myself. Tim's family was cool, and it was fun
to see how another family celebrated the holiday. I mean, Thanksgiving's
Thanksgiving, but they had a different vibe going on, eating dinner later,
more formal, saying grace, all that business. Even afterward, when I was
heading back to my dorm, alone, I wasn't down any more. I felt like I'd
staked out my independence, just a little. I loved my family, but I was
trying to become a full-fledged adult now. Self-sufficient.

I was looking forward to getting back to my room, plopping in a movie to
watch, smoking some weed I'd stashed and just enjoying the evening by
myself.

Only when I got to the front entrance of my dorm, Dad was standing out
front, cheeks flushed red. The November air was chilly and he must have
been cold in his pea coat. In his hand he had something in aluminum foil.

"Here Slugger, he said. "Brought you some pumpkin pie."

I didn't cry like I thought I might but man did I give Dad one long, hard
hug. Maybe knocked the wind out of him a little. But his strong arms
wrapped around me and hugged me tight, in return. "I was afraid you'd be
mad at me for driving up," he said as we released our mutual grip at last.

"No, sir," I said. "It's great to see you, Dad."

"Missed you, Slugger. Missed you real bad. But, listen... it's cold out
here, and I've been waiting a while, you mind if we go inside?"

I laughed, tears appearing in my eyes now a little. "Yeah, Dad. Of
course. You could have called, you know, you goof."

"I wanted to surprise you," He said as I opened the door with my
fob. "Besides, I worried that if I told you I was coming, you'd tell me not
to."

The RA at the desk didn't make Dad sign in - it was clear he's my father -
and we made our way to my room.

"I was expecting a dump," Dad said as he entered.

"Tim's a neat freak. And I'm getting better. Have a seat."

Dad sat on my bed, and I took a seat opposite him, on Tim's.

"So," Dad started, "Had a good Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, Dad, it's been nice. Even better now."

"Me, too, son." He paused and we sat apart from each other awkwardly. "I
got a lot to say, Jimbo, and it would be easier to say it if you weren't
all the way over there. Come `ere..." He patted the bed next to him.

I got up and sat down on my bed. "What is it dad?" Nervous but figuring it
wouldn't be so bad. Not after he drove up here, not with that happy look on
his face or the hug we had.

"I..." he started. And the he reached up and touched the back of my neck
and pulled our faces together. I wasn't prepared for it, but once I
realized what was happening you can believe that I accepted his kiss. Lips
touching at first, then in unison we parted mouths and for the first,
amazing time, my father's tongue entered my mouth. Soft, warm, wet muscle
probing my mouth, meeting my own tongue, which sent a million nerve endings
on fire. As our lips made a seal, we luxuriated in the feel of each other's
tongues caressing and battling one another.

I didn't want it to end, and we kept kissing for a long time, but we
finally broke it, both with uncontrollable smiles on our faces. "Wow," I
said, "I thought you didn't want to..."

"We'll talk later, Slugger. But first I have to make sure. You really want
this?"

"My god, yes," I said. "I think that was the fastest I've ever gotten an
erection."

Dad looked down and indeed I was throwing wood in my jeans. He pointed down
at his hard crotch, too. "I was boning up the whole ride up here,
Slugger. In case you wanted... in case you wanted to do this."

I reached over and touched it. Even in his jeans, it was a magnificent,
powerful piece of dick. The kind you only dream about. Particularly because
it was my father's. I gripped it, eagerly now that I'd been given fuller
permission to, as Dad kissed me once more. We lay back on my bed, Dad on
top of me, and just made out. If anything this felt even more taboo than
sucking his dick had been. It was erotic and sensual and romantic all at
once. I was worried I was going to come prematurely, but Dad made sure we
didn't rush it. It was like he had been thinking about this, too, and
wanted to savor every second.

"When we did it... before... I came too quickly," he said in a low soft
voice that gave me goosebumps. "I want this to last, Slugger."

"Me, too, Dad," I muttered into his mouth as we began another, long slow
kiss.

First our shirts came off. Dad's chest is great, large pectoral muscle that
almost outmatches his broad shoulders and large, muscular arms. It all felt
amazing pressed against my bare torso.

When Dad started undoing his jeans, then shucking them down, I was
hyperventilating. His boner made an obscene bulge in his boxers, which were
soaked through with pre. And in a second, those were dropping too, sliding
down his thighs before he kicked them off.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, Slugger," he growled and started
undoing my jeans, pulling them and my briefs off in one go. My dick slapped
loudly against my belly, I was so hard.

And when Dad crawled on top of me, and started just fucking in a heated
frot motion, his huge paternal cock rubbing right on top of mine, his
son's, and me thrusting back, I knew I wouldn't last long. Dad was leaning
up, our faces not even a foot apart, and he looked me intently straight in
the eyes. He knew I was close to coming, and I could see he was, too. The
very idea that Dad was getting off like this thrilled me. That he desired
me, wanted to fuck me, maybe. That did it for me. Hot semen shot out of me
and a split second behind it, Dad's did, too.

Before, when we'd done it, I was blowing him, and while that was amazing,
to suck his sperm, this time I got to see my own father have an orgasm. See
his face, see his willpower to hold off give out, see the lust in his eyes
as he watched me come, too. That was, and maybe still is, the best moment
of my life.

We made out in our postcoital glow, feeling the McGrath seed pool and
spread between us.

Finally, I got up. "Wanna wait there, Dad? I'll get something to clean us
off."

I wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed a washcloth before heading to
the bathroom. No one was on my floor during the holiday break, but I didn't
want to take any chances.

As it was I looked like a crazy mess. In the mirror, I could see Dad's
sperm, our sperm, on my chest in huge smeared clumps. My chest hair was
really starting to come in, a shade darker than my blond hair, and the
white jizz clung to the fur in stray drops. It was almost with regret that
I rinsed off myself and wet the washcloth again for Dad.

"Here you go," I offered him the washcloth and towel, when I returned.

When we were done, Dad and I reclined back on the bed. The twin was too
small for both us really, but I lay in a modified spoon position, resting
my back against his furry chest as his arms wrapped around me. This was the
most content I'd felt in ages.

"Didn't think I'd be having sex in a dorm room at my age," Dad said. "Makes
me feel like a dirty old man."

"THAT'S what makes you feel like a dirty old man?" I was worried my joke
would cut the wrong way, but fortunately Dad got the humor in it and we
both started laughing.

Then, Dad stroked my belly and got his serious tone back. "OK if we talk
now, Slugger? A serious talk?"

I was ready to talk. "Yes. And I need to apologize, Dad. The way I've been
acting."

Dad shhhed me. "Slugger you've done a few things I've had to reprimand you
for over the years, but this one's on me. Entirely. I've spent the last
couple of years, thinking about you... sexually. When they first happened,
those thoughts, I felt like I was the shittiest person on earth. But they
wouldn't go away, and I started thinking, well, maybe if it's just fantasy,
I can have something to think about when stroking off, but that's separate
from reality."

He took a deep breath. I felt myself draw air in, too. It was like our
breathing was synchronized as we lay there. I had a feeling what he was
about to say, but I lay there and just listened. I let Dad get what he had
to say off his chest. "And that worked, or at least I thought it did. Until
Paul's Wedding. I was so proud of you for coming out to me, proud that you
had more guts than I did, that you could be more honest, more of a man. And
I still feel that way."

He ruffled my hair like he used to when I was little. That little gesture,
combined with his compliment, made me melt into his arms. I mean, all the
tension I felt just drained away. Dad noticed, I could tell by his own
posture, but he didn't say anything. He just ran his hands along my
well-conditioned arms. "But finding out that you felt that way about me
floored me. I didn't have any resistance left. And when you came into my
room, I couldn't resist you, Slugger. Resist the very scenario I'd dreamed
about a hundred times. It was playing out like my fantasy, even better, but
it scared the shit of me."

"Me too, Dad," I finally interrupted.

He paused and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I figured as much. I mean,
it's pretty heady stuff what we did, Jimbo, right? Dad and son, getting it
on."

"I knew I had to take the chance."

"I'm glad you did. Like I say, I'm proud you have the honesty I didn't have
about this. But I wasn't ready to take that risk. I couldn't risk messing
up the relationship we have. So I decided it couldn't happen again." He let
out a sigh. "I guess what I didn't know, what it took me two months of
bullheadedness to realize, is that I was the one messing it up, getting in
the way of us, by pushing you away. By denying what I wanted. What we both
wanted."

"Dad," I said, my voice cracking. My heart couldn't pound any faster.

"Hear me out, first, Jim." His paternal, authoritative voice returning,
automatically. "I want this, but if we continue, I gotta lay down some
rules."

"OK." I was nervous, but also excited as fuck to hear that Dad would want
to do this again.

"It's gotta be on a time by time basis. If you say no, or I say no, that's
it. We're not doing anything. No questions, no pushing the boundaries. Got
it?"

"Yes, sir."

"And no matter what, I love you. As a father. Nothing about this changes
that."

"I love you, too. Dad. As a son."

Dad pulled my head around and met me in a kiss. Of course, the very idea I
was kissing Dad made me go erect again. Dad noticed and gripped my
hardon. Even with his large hand, his fingers didn't curl all the way
around the girth. "Damn, Slugger, you got one hell of a bat on you. You
know that?"

"Yes, sir. Not as big as yours."

"It may take me a minute to catch up with you. I'm not 18 any more." He met
me in another kiss, and we rolled around to be face-to-face once
more. Making out, intently, passionately.

"Another thing," Dad finally said. "It goes without saying anything is
strictly between us. And we only do it when it's just us alone, no chance
for anyone else around."

"Of course," I said.

Dad looked up and saw my alarm clock. "Damn, I really should be getting
back, Slugger. It's nearly 10."

"Yeah," I said, disappointed but understanding. It had been such a
thrilling evening that I wondered if it was possible to have too much of a
good thing.

Dad leaned up and stood. His huge erection jutted out from his hairy
crotch. "Any chance I could get some head before hitting the road?"

I smiled and leaned up, licking the foreskin-covered head, and happy to be
tasting once again the cock that made me. Putting it into my mouth. Taking
him in me, sucking him.

Now, Dad's dick is real long and even with some experience I wasn't
remotely close to deep throating him. I focused on the first five or six
inches, bobbing, sucking, and licking in steady alternation.

Dad's breathing got fuller as he spread his legs slightly and leaned back,
enjoying his son blowing him. I felt his hands on the top of my head,
rubbing my hair, patting me, encouraging me to keep at it, telling me he
was loving this.

I was loving it, too. Dad was leaking pretty good as I blew him and I could
taste that salty-alkaline taste, which I was carefully memorizing by
heart. His taste. My dad's taste. The sperm that made me. It drove me made
and sucked harder, faster.

I could tell Dad was getting close because the hands on my head got more
insistent. Pushing me down on to his large prick. Not too hard, but
definitely more commanding, impatient.

"Damn, son, I've been thinking about this for two months, now. Christ,
you're good at this. So good to your dad." He started whimpering then
finally he held my head steady as he came, spraying my throat with his
potent ejaculate. That amazing bitter-salty taste. My little brothers
sluicing down my throat like a raw oyster.

When he pulled out, he knelt down and gave me a furious kiss while I jacked
off.

"That's it, Jimbo. Jerk that prick. Come for your daddy. Come on, boy," he
moaned in a mantra in my ear. He knew how to push my buttons, all right.

"Fuck!" I yelled and came all over myself.

"Nice one," Dad said as he patted my shoulder and stood back up.

I lay back on the bed, nude and covered in my own jizz and I watched Dad
get dressed again. I got one last look at his beautiful long penis, now
shrinking but still hanging heavy. It was hard not to smile as I savored
seeing him fit his powerful thighs in the jeans or slipping on that worn US
Navy T over his large upper body, tucking in the T, like he always did.

"So," he asked, putting on his shoes. "That bit about needing to catch up
with school work this weekend. Was that on the level?"

"Yes and no." I sighed, not surprised that Dad could see through my
fibs. "I could have come home this weekend, really, but I do need to bust
my ass the next couple of weeks if I want all As and Bs." I wasn't an
honors student by any stretch but Dad took my grades seriously and I knew I
wanted to keep in good standing for my scholarship. Better safe than sorry
for my first semester.

He buckled his belt back. "Well, you better be coming home for Christmas
break," he said in a way that was both stern and loving.

"Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to it, Dad."

Dad put on his coat and picked up his keys, checking to make sure he had
everything. He paused and gave one last look down on me. Maybe I should
have gotten dressed but it felt great to be open and free with Dad like
this.

"Son, you are so friggin' beautiful," he said softly. "All right. Gotta
go. For real. See you a couple weeks?"

"Yeah Dad. Love you."

"Love you, too, son."

A quick kiss and then he was gone.

I lay back on my bed, the sheets still felt warm and they had Dad's scent
on them. Just feeling and smelling it, and thinking about what just
happened gave me wood again. I reached down and gave a gentle stroke. Then
faster, more intent. Jacking off now. Horny again. I shut my eyes and
pictured Dad's powerful body, his quiet masculine demeanor, and once more I
was coming.