Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2016 22:59:56 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 17

Naval Tradition
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Naval Tradition

17 Charlottesville, Winter 2002-2003 Freshman year

I did go home for Christmas, and Dad and I did have sex, but not as much as
you might think. Matt was home, too, and Paul and his wife were over for
Christmas dinner and much of the following week. Even John and his family
came for a couple of days. So that meant that my time home was family time
and catching up with my brothers.

Yeah, a 19 year old's hormones don't just go away, but I had nice long
stroke sessions each morning waking up and again before bed that kept the
edge off. But things did come to a head the Sunday after Christmas. It was
after John's family left. Matt had gone off to hang out with his friends in
town, which prompted Dad to ask if I wanted to go out as well.  "Don't you
have any friends to catch up with, Jimbo?"

Truth be told, I'd grown apart from a lot of guys I knew in high
school. Maybe it was the gay thing. Or just the way college changes your
interests. I still kept up with my best friend Rick, but he was out of town
visiting his Mom, who'd just gotten remarried and moved to Florida.

"Nah, I'm good," I said, settling into the couch next to Dad as the
football pregame was starting.

Dad gave me a half-concerned look and then added, "I hope you're not being
a loner up at college. Life's too short for that."

"No, sir. I'm doing OK." There were other times I'd love a heart-to-heart
with Dad, but right then I wasn't in the mood.

Believe it or not it was into the second quarter of the game before I
realized what I was in the mood for. Something clicked and I realized it
was the first time Dad and I had been alone together since I got home. Dad
must have been thinking the same thing. Or maybe he was just horny. He
stared forward at the TV but I saw that his dick was fully erect in his
sweatpants. Not making any advance on me, but I got the feeling he was
waiting for me to notice.

It was a trip how massively hung my father was. I surmised he wasn't
wearing underwear beneath his sweats because nothing seemed to constrain
the long hard tube that rode up along the crease of his groin and pushed
the fabric up. I watched in fascination as the cock pulsed again and grew,
unbelievably, even longer.

When I looked up, Dad was no longer watching the game but watching me look
at his dick. He grinned. "You wanna, Slugger?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

Dad gave a look around the rec room, as if to make sure the coast was
clear. An irrational move since it was just us, but he was right, we had to
be careful not to get caught. With an impish grin he lifted the elastic
band and slid it down his crotch, revealing his giant, thick phallus. It
looked as marvelous as I remembered, and I knew I'd never get sick of
looking at this dick. Dad, erect, powerful man.

I so wanted to take my time exploring him, but I didn't know how much time
we were working with, since Matt could be home at any point. So I unzipped
myself so I could jerk off and I leaned over and took my father into my
mouth.

"Oh Jimbo, that's good," he hissed as I went down on him. I felt out of
practice and choked a little as too much of the cock lodged in the back of
my mouth too quickly. But I pulled back and played with the foreskin with
my tongue before bobbing back down.

It was a real rush, and I felt turned on as ever. I masturbated as I
developed a rhythm sucking Dad. I wished I could deep throat him but a few
inches would have to do. His dick felt hard and almost commanding in my
mouth, and his words only added to my lust.

"You gonna take my cum, Jimbo? Gonna swallow it? It's not gonna take me
long to shoot. Oh God, son, you're gonna make your dad cum."

That did it. My hand filled with my sperm and I did my best to catch it so
it wouldn't drip. As I recovered from the intensity of my orgasm I dove
back on Dad's cock and started sucking with renewed intensity. It took only
a half minute before his breaths got shorter. He stopped his sex talk but
instead low, encouraging moans came from him, then his body tensed.

Dad's load was thick and salty and I suspected he too had been worked up
this time I was at home. It came in seven or eight heavy spurts, and I
gulped each one down, the semen thick almost like a warm pudding. It still
was an incredible rush to taste my own father's sperm, the liquid DNA
pooling on my tongue as I thought there were thousands of potential
brothers and sisters in there. I enjoyed the tasted but also the thrill of
the seed entering my body. Finally, the heavy ejaculation slowed to soft
dribbles in my mouth, the consistency now thinner. I pursed my lips along
his dick head and hood to coax the last little bit out before finally
relinquishing my prize.

I grabbed a napkin to wipe my load off my hand and pulled my shorts back on
as Dad readjusted his sweats. We both looked at each other with a satisfied
smile, but at that moment we heard the door open upstairs. Matt was home.

I saw the satisfaction drain from Dad's face, replaced with nervousness and
guilt. "That was too close," he whispered as he got up, leaving me to watch
the rest of the game as he went upstairs.

**

That moment put a damper on the rest of the week. I wouldn't call Dad
distant but we both were feeling uneasy about it. Like we were drawn to
each other but the very act of sex brought up emotions we weren't ready to
deal with. I wasn't sure anyone would be able to deal with them. Each
morning in my JO session I would think about Dad and sucking his cock and
I'd shoot a heavy load on my belly, but I'd barely wipe up before I'd feel
bad about it all. Partly because I was making Dad feel bad about it all.

So when mid-week I got a call from my buddy Rick, asking me if I want to
come over to his Dad's where he was staying, I jumped on the chance. Dad
seemed to be glad I was going too, though maybe part of that was just his
desire to see me socialize more.

I guess a couple of things you should know about Rick Bryant. His family's
loaded. I still couldn't figure out exactly what his dad did for a
living... something with real estate investments... but he lived in a house
in a ritzy subdivision.

Second, Mr. Bryant was almost the cliche of the Cool Dad. As long as Rick
stayed out of trouble, he had free reign of the place, and best of all his
dad would let us drink beer. In fact, he had a mini fridge stocked with
beer in the rec room that was practically Rick's personal man cave. "I'd
rather you be drinking here than out somewhere getting in trouble," he once
justified, but I suspected he liked having his son as his best friend more
than as a son, if that makes sense.

Especially because half the time I was over there, Mr. Bryant would join
us. Only he made sure I called him Ed. He was young looking himself, a fit
guy who ran regularly to keep in shape and probably worked out too. And it
was hard not to have the hots for him, especially because he had a real
friendly smile that seemed to invite attention in return. He was about my
height though with a more compact squash-player build. Roman nose, sea-blue
eyes, and blond hair showing some mousy gray, particularly along the
temples. I felt a little bad perving on Rick's dad like this, I guess
because between Rick and me our friendship was purely platonic, and of all
the guys I'd lusted after, my friend wasn't one of them.

I think Mr. Bryant was on the phone when I got over, because Rick answered
the door and led me down to his rec room. He had a cheesy horror film on,
it was kind of our past time watching them. "Help yourself to a beer,
McGrath." I could tell he'd already had a couple, because he was jovial and
relaxed. I did so and we kicked back, talking about our holidays and how
school was going.

It was about a half hour before Mr. Bryant popped his head in. "Mind if I
join you fellas? It's kind of lonely upstairs." He was in typical
suburban-dad wear of polos and jeans and a ball cap.

Rick didn't even look up from the TV. "Sure, Dad. Only this movie's pretty
shitty." Rick and his father cursed a lot around each other, which
definitely would not have been tolerated in my house growing up.

Mr. Bryant plopped onto a free spot on the couch, next to me, and held up a
tin. "I brought something to make it better," he said and opened up so that
we could see a decent stash of pot in there, with rolling papers and a
lighter.

Rick's reaction let me know this was not an unusual occurrence in the
Bryant household. He just scooted forward as his father passed him the tin
to let him have the honors of rolling the first joint. Ed must have seen
the surprise on my face, because he paused. "You smoke, Jim?"

"You kidding Dad?" Rick answered for me, "Jim loves this stuff." He lit up
and took a deep toke before passing it to me.

I'm not sure I wanted to be painted as a stoner to Rick's dad, but the man
slapped my knee playfully, and said "I'll bet," as I took my toke and
passed it along. Our fingers grazed and Ed had almost a mischievous look in
his eye, though maybe that responding to my simultaneous shyness in burning
down in front of the man and clear eagerness and enjoyment of the pot.

"Good stuff, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," I croaked, holding the smoke in.

By the time we passed around the second joint, we were giggling, almost
nonstop, at the movie. Pot tends to make me goofy, and horny. So I couldn't
help it, I found myself boning up. I tried to shuffle my seating position
so Rick and Mr. Bryant wouldn't notice. Rick was in a lazy chair, so from
his angle he couldn't see it but at one point I felt Ed nudge my side and
he gestured down to my crotch with a big conspiratorial grin. "You too,
huh?" he whispered in my ear. I tried not to be obvious, so I waited until
Rick's attention was on the TV and I looked down at Mr. Bryant's crotch. He
was throwing wood, as well, and the knowledge made me feel real naughty.

The next thirty minutes were a gentle torture as Ed and I made playful eye
contact and as our arms or legs would touch on occasionally. Which only
made me harder. I wasn't sure where this was going or if it was appropriate
or if Mr. Bryant and I would have an opportunity to do anything.

Opportunity did present itself. Weed usually makes Rick sleepy and sure
enough I saw he'd conked out in the reclining chair. Like totally asleep,
his head cocked to the side. I touched Ed's arm and nodded over at his
son. The man smiled and leaned forward and rolled another joint. He lit it
and sucked in, then I watched in disbelief as he turned his head toward
mine and angled slightly, lining up his lips to my mouth. Our kiss was soft
and heavy at the same time and as I opened my mouth, Mr. Bryant blew the
smoke into me, his tongue tracing along mine playfully. Then it was my
turn, and I did the same to him.

His son and my best friend was six feet away and the sheer
inappropriateness of the situation made my body shake. Add to that, I was
getting high as a kite, and my sex drive was roaring like mad. I wanted to
fuck in the worst way and the idea of boning Rick's dad made my cock throb.

Mr. Bryant grabbed my crotch and then stood up, gesturing that I should
follow him. I did.

He left the lights of his bedroom off and my senses felt heightened as our
bodies connected and we kissed again. He was peeling off my clothes and I
started doing the same to him. I couldn't believe Mr. Bryant was so hot for
sex with another man. With me. And this had an intensity lacking in my
casual fuckbuddy arrangement with Holt. I'd missed this all right.

When he'd pulled down my shorts and underwear, he knelt down in front of me
and just like that I was getting a blow job from my best friend's
father. While his son slept downstairs. He wasn't Bulldozer good at sucking
dick, but Mr. B clearly had some practice as this. I was thankful that the
beer and the weed was tamping my trigger cause otherwise I'd be ejaculating
into his mouth already. Instead, I just got to ride wave after wave of
sexual pleasure as Mr. Bryant stuffed more of my fat dick into his throat
with each bob of his head.

Finally I pulled him off and hoisted him up. Our kiss now was hotter, less
exploratory, more purely sexual. I stripped of the rest of his clothes and
felt two things that turned me on even more. His hard dripping prick poking
my stomach and a nice furry torso, trimmed but with the amount of hair
you'd expect for a man in his late 40s.

I growled into our kiss and walked us back to the bed. I gently pushed
Mr. Bryant down on the mattress, and he gave a stoned smile at my take
charge turn. I lifted his legs up and spread them a bit, so I could see his
fuzz-covered perineum and ass trench, and I squatted down.

Ed let out a moan as my mouth made contact with his exposed pucker, and he
had to bite his finger to quiet himself. I licked my way around before
working up to more insistent poking motions with my tongue, gently coaxing
the man's hole to relax. Oh yeah, I missed this all right. It had been too
long since I'd rimmed out a guy like this, an older man, a father figure
type. I fucking loved it, and I went wild and with that, Ed went wild
too. He gripped my head and pulled me in further, urging me on.

When I finally stood up, my cock was crazy hard and wet from all my leaking
sap.

"There's some lube in the drawer," he whispered.

The very idea Mr. Bryant would let me inside him was amazing. I quickly
prepped myself and prepped the man's hairy hole. I didn't rush entering him
but I didn't delay either. I'm not sure how much experience he'd had at
this, and maybe it was just the pot relaxing him. But he took me like a pro
and soon we were outright fucking. Like crazy hard pounding, bed squeaking
fucking. I hoped Rick was a sound sleeper, because whatever chemistry had
developed between me and his dad was just fueling each other. To go further
into a real man-on-man fuck.

I felt it. Mr. B was gonna come. So I pounded harder, which made his body
shake and his whimpers grow louder. I was gonna come, too. Inside him. As
fucked up as I was from the week, I felt in control sexually. Driving us
both to our orgasm. If it wasn't simultaneous, we were just a split second
apart. I felt Mr. Bryant's seed spurting heavy between our stomachs as my
own jizz rocketed inside his bowels. The whole time we kissed like it was
the last fuck on earth.

When we were down. I leaned up, looking down affectionately and grateful
this man had given me such a toe-curling orgasm.

"Wow," Ed said, his hand caressing my now sweaty and sperm covered
chest. "You know what you're doing."

"Yeah," I huffed. "You had me kind of worked up."

We uncoupled and Ed let me shower off in his master bedroom. I could tell
he wanted to join me, but we'd already taken too many chances screwing in
his bedroom with Rick in the house. When I finished, I found the man had
pulled on a pair of boxers. I couldn't believe my luck in banging such a
good looking DILF. He had it all - muscle size and definition, flat
stomach, and nice biceps and forearms. And lots of trimmed fur.

"I checked on Rick. He's still sleeping away," he said. "Glad we took a
chance," he added, giving me another kiss. "You know where the guest room
is?" I didn't expect that I'd be sleeping in Ed's bedroom, but I think he
was nervous kicking me out.

"Yeah. Thanks again, Ed."  I was taught to be deferential to my elders but
at that point the first name felt appropriate.  "This was amazing."

He gave a half-smile. "Thank again, Jim. Good night."

"Good night, Ed."

**

So I went back to campus with a couple of incredible sexual experiences
under my belt. Dad and Mr. Bryant. Two inappropriate situations. I felt a
little guilty about doing it with Mr. B and way guilty about the way things
were going with me and Dad.

I did make sure to talk regularly to Dad. I called him at least twice a
week to let him know how I was doing and just to talk. It was good, and I
think we were both determined not to let our sexual transgressions mess
things up, like before. Not speaking about the sex but checking in with one
another in other ways, making sure each other was good.

I actually wasn't sure where we stood when Dad came up to visit in the
middle of February. He had business up in DC and arranged to stop in
Charlottesville on the way back. He picked me up, still dressed in his
business casual attire: button down plaid oxford-strip shirt, blue blazer,
khakis, and loafers. I felt underdressed in my UVA baseball T, ball cap,
and jeans and sneakers.

We went for a late dinner, and it was after a long practice and workout day
for me. I was famished and practically scarfing my food down.

"I see it's been a while since they've fed you up here, Slugger," he
deadpanned.

"Sorry, Dad," I said as I finally swallowed my bite. "It was a pretty
intense workout for me today. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have manners, sir."

"Hey, that' my line, kiddo," he winked. "You're gonna put me out of
parenting business."

I smiled. I'd been so used to Dad in his uber-serious mode, it was great to
see him joke and relax a little.

Even when he brought up sex with us, as we were walking back to the car, he
seemed playful. Almost impish in doing something naughty. "You OK with what
we did at Christmas?" he asked in a quiet voice so no one else would hear.

I felt an excitement, thinking that Dad probably wanted sex again. "Oh
yeah, sir. Only regret is we couldn't take our time."

"We gotta be careful, Jim. You know that. But..." he continued, a smirk on
his face, "I got a hotel room for tonight. I think we'll have all the time
we want."

My heart beat a hundred beats a minute, I was so thrilled. My face was
flush with heat, too.

Dad noticed my reaction. "I take it Slugger likes the idea."

"Yes, sir," I answered, a little embarrassed to be so eager.

He just smiled, and I swear my true-blue father looked a little cocky.

Back at his room, it was like I was seeing a different Dad than at
Christmas. He was openly acknowledging what we were doing. I guess it was
the sense of privacy, that it was safe in the confines of the hotel. He
stepped up to me and plain as day kissed me, putting his hands on my
shoulder to draw me in a little.

We made out nice and slow, and I got the sense Dad was teaching me, guiding
me in how he liked to kiss. Tongues swapping and dueling but not at all
rushed or impetuous. "I missed that," he said softly. "So hot, Slugger." He
kicked off his shoes and stepped back as I undid my shoelaces and pulled
off my sneakers. Then he guided us to the bed, falling down and pulling me
on top of him.

If my weight was too much, he didn't let on. Besides Dad's a real strong
man and even my newfound bulk didn't seem to phase him. We kissed again,
hungrier this time but Dad took control making sure my urges didn't ramp up
too quickly.

I pulled off this time, wanted to take a chance to look at Dad's face up
close. The slightly weathered and tanned skin, the micro lines around his
eyes, showing his middle-aged maturity, but otherwise Commander Robert
McGrath was a young-acting, vital man in his prime. Masculine, handsome as
fuck. My father. I kissed him again, and Dad responded to my intensity by
thrusting his crotch into mine as we made out.

"You're hot for your Daddy, arentcha Slugger?" he finally asked, maybe
rhetorically.

"Yessir," I answered, now thrusting my hardon-packed crotch into his in
return. "So much."

"I keep thinking about the blow jobs you gave me."

"Yeah?" I asked, thrilled he appreciated what I had done for him.

"Fuck, yeah," he growled. Only occasionally did I hear Dad curse, usually
when he'd some to drink or when he was hanging out with his Navy
buddies. Never with his sons, never at us. His voice got huskier, "I want
you to suck me off again, Slugger. Will you do that for me?"

"Yessir," I growled into his mouth as our tongues touched again. My hand
reached down and cupped his massive genitals trapped in his pants. Pure
power, and I felt Dad chuckle as my body shook in uncontrollable horniness.

Dad rolled us over until his weight rested on me. He leaned up, running his
big paw along the side of my cheek. A simple, loving gesture. "You're so
hot, son. I won't last long inside your mouth."

"'s OK, Dad," I muttered.

Looking at me steadily, his voice was equally firm. "You're gonna suck me
twice tonight, Slugger."

It was such a direct command, nasty and sexual. My cock surged in
excitement. "Yessir," I answered and turned my head to take his thumb into
my mouth. Dad grinned as I started a sensual sucking motion on his digit. I
had the feeling he was training me for something, but I wasn't sure what. I
wanted to be what he wanted for me, a hot mouth to get off.

I regretted not having more experience in giving head. So much of my sex
life had gotten in the groove of being serviced. I loved it. Loved getting
blown, loved the feel of another dude taking care of me, loved the pure
cock worship I got for my extra large size.

But Dad was bigger than me. Bigger body, bigger cock, a bigger man in heart
and soul. I wanted to make him happy, satisfied as a man.

My breath was heavy as Dad leaned up and undid the button of his
business-casual khakis and pulled down the zipper. His briefs bulged
massively, a heavy wet spot formed at the end of the huge phallus trapped
inside. He scooted up to straddle my chest, and placed his hands on his
hips expectantly.

Taking the cue, I reached up and peeled the elastic band of the briefs up
and over Dad's giant cock. Dad hissed as I peeled it over and down and
tugged further at the underwear to bare the dick and balls. Clear sap
dripped out of the bunched foreskin and down the length of his penis.

He took the initiative again, pushing his prick down and smearing the
precum all over my lips and chin. The smell was magnificent, a hint of cum
and the waff of maleness, mixed with Dad's cologne. I opened my mouth,
eager to taste him. Dad moaned but not as loud as I did. The salty flavor
of his natural lubricant filled my mouth, particularly as Dad pushed his
cock into me an inch and the foreskin pulled back enough to release its
natural catchment.

I enjoyed the taste, but soon my saliva was involuntarily swallowing down
my throat and I started applying suction to dad's cock. He responded by
pushing more in. Not too much, he must have known to be careful, but a few
solid fat inches of father dick started pushing in and out.

He let loose with his words in a way he hadn't before. "Oh, Jimbo, son,
suck your daddy. So good.."

His thrusts were shallow but insistent. Hard power behind them. And
quicker. Indeed it didn't take long I felt the hardness grow harder and
then Dad's cock spurted its seed right into my mouth. His ejaculate was
full and slightly bitter in flavor. I tried to memorize the taste as the
semen collected in my mouth.

Finally I relented and swallowed it all, Dad's seed, and satisfied Dad
patted my head as he pulled out.

His full, strong build plopped on the bed next to mine and his hand went to
my crotch, unzipping my jeans. "Slugger need to get off?" he murmured as we
met into a heavy kiss again. I helped him get my dick out, which was aching
and horny and ready to shoot.

I moaned as his hand wrapped around my prick and he started jacking me off
furiously. "Come on, son, come for Daddy," he growled into our kiss and the
nastiness of the words did it for me. In heavy spurts my seed spurted out
in strong jets, soiling my T-shirt and sperming Dad's hand.

Dad was grinning big as I came down from my orgasm. "Whoo, you needed that,
Slugger."

"Yes, sir," I nodded. "You did too, Dad."

"You're amazing, Jim, I couldn't hold off knowing you wanted me to come in
your mouth."

He was holding his hand to the side, trying not to let my jizz drip
everywhere. Impetuously I grabbed his wrist and pulled it to my face. Dad's
eyes practically bulged as my tongue went out and swiped his cummy hand,
licking my own sperm off his hand. It was interesting to compare my taste
to his - sweeter, less bitter, but we were definitely related.

Dad growled as my tongue lapped the palm of his hand. "No way am I gonna go
soft, Slugger," he said. "You really love this, don't cha?"

"I love it," I replied. "Does that bother you, sir?"

"It bothers me that I love it, too." His mouth met mine, though,
communicating a passion that was still boiling between us. My dick jerked,
overstimulated now, but ready for more.

As we made out we slowly stripped of the rest of our clothes. Dad peeling
off my now spunk-wet T shirt, me unbuttoning his dress shirt, feeling the
hard hairy muscle beneath. I pulled down my jeans, and Dad stripped off
too. We eyed each other giddily as we removed the last of our
clothes. Dad's playfulness came back, and it fed mine. We were secret
lovers doing the unthinkable - and loving it.

I wondered if Dad would be up for more. So far it had been me blowing him,
Dad jerking me, and us frotting. I wanted more, but was nervous Dad
didn't. And he started pushing my shoulders down, guiding me down to his
hardon once more. I followed his request.

"See if you can take more of me this time, Jimbo," he breathed.

I opened up my mouth and tried to angle my throat better this time. I
really needed to suck more guys dicks if I wanted to learn how to treat a
piece this size right. But lately I'd gotten off on being the one
serviced. Normally that pushed my buttons, but with Dad, I got the sense he
liked that.

He wasn't urgent in his need this time. Instead, he watched intently and
patiently as I tried to take more in. I choked a little and tears formed in
my eyes. It wasn't painful but I was having a hard time. Gingerly, he wiped
the tear of my cheek and caressed my face.

"Easy Slugger, we got time. I'm a big man, but if you want I'd love to
teach you to take more."

I pulled off. "Please, Dad," I replied and plopped the fat uncut head back
in my mouth.

I felt his hand on my skull, pushing back to adjust the angle of my
head. He held steady and applied pressure, pushing his massive cock past
the constriction of my throat. Unbelievable, it popped in, a couple of
inches, then another. He held steady as my throat relaxed and accommodated
him.

"You did it, Slugger. I'm proud of you, boy."

Oh jeez. I wanted to come so bad, knew I was gonna cum, physical
stimulation or not. I reached down and grabbed my prick and it started,
jerking spurts of my cum belted out as I moaned around his heavy hard cock
buried in my throat.

I came down from an intense orgasm, and I think Dad decided tonight's
lesson was done. Slowly, he pulled back til he had only three inches or so
of dick in my mouth. With gentle thrusts, he fucked my sucking mouth gently
until his own heavy spurts, surprisingly full for his second load, filled
my mouth.

"Goddamn, you're good, son," he muttered as he stroked my hair and I nursed
the last briny dribbles out.


*

Dad woke up super early to shower and get on the road in time for work. I
was still groggy when he nudged me. "Time to get up Jimbo. Sorry, I gotta
be back in Norfolk by 7:30."

I sat up in bed, throwing my legs off the side of the mattress. Dad had
pulled on his uniform, but he still left his crotch unbuttoned. "If you got
time, Dad," I said, "I'll blow you again."

He looked at his watch, to make sure, then stepped up. Pushing his briefs
down his large prick flopped out, crowbar hard, and Dad let out a soft
growl as my hand touched it, fingers caressing the length.

"I'm gonna get better at this, Dad," I said. It was such a thrill to suck
him like this, wearing his uniform, looking as distinguished as I'd ever
seen him. I wished I was more awake for this, but hungrily, I took his
rockhard cock into my mouth once more.

"You're already good at it, Slugger," Dad said, assuming a stance with legs
spread and hands already running through my hair. "So fucking good at it."

He wasn't as verbal that morning, but he was definitely horny. It took me
only a minute to suck him to completion and I felt a huge rush as his sperm
pumped me once more.

"All right," he said, as he tucked his giant dick, now softening, back in
and fixing his uniform. "I really gotta get going. Let me drop you off at
campus."


***

I was on a high after this time with Dad, and lord knows I pumped out a lot
of loads thinking about doing him in his uniform, but in the aftermath it
was weird to switch back to normal. Chatting with him about school, like
nothing had happened. But I also felt proud of myself for managing both,
sex with my father and a regular dad-son relationship.

I hoped I didn't have too much urgency in my voice when I said I might come
home next weekend.

"It would be great to see you Slugger," he said. "But you gotta focus on
school. Particularly now that baseball season is starting up."

His response threw me for a loop. "Oh."

"Look Jim, I get it," he explained. "You're horny and we had a great time
together. You want more, don't you?"

"Yessir," I admitted meekly. "I do."

"I enjoy the hell out of what we did, but I don't want you to focus on me
for sex. You're young and in college, and I know it can be hard for a gay
guy, but still...."

"I get it, Dad. You want me to date someone my age."

"Or play the field. If we're gonna do this Jim it's gotta be a side thing,
just for the thrill of it."

"Are you saying 'no' to us?"

He paused. "I'm saying no to you coming home this weekend. I'll be up this
spring, a lot. I want to see my baseball star play," he said jovially.

As disappointed as I was that he was putting some distance between us
sexually, I was almost as excited to have Dad come to my games. It meant a
lot to me, always had in high school, and I wandered if he'd be able to see
me play now that I was a way at college.

The idea cheered me. "That'd be awesome, Dad."

*

The conversation was just another stumbling block as Dad and I figured out
exactly what we were doing.

It helped my mood that a couple weeks later I hooked up with Eric Foster. A
friend with benefits, and as much as Holt we really clicked as buddies in
addition to the sex. Eric was a junior I met an SAE party. He was on the
swim team and I was immediately drawn to his tight, trim frame, as well as
his bright smile. I mean, the guy looked like a TV star or model, he was
that striking. Dark hair with hazel eyes, ruddy cheeks, thin lips and a
pearl white smile of perfect teeth. He seemed to take an interest in me,
staying past the small talk to engage me in conversation throughout the
party.  Part of it was that we shared a sense of humor and taste in music,
but I got the vibe that there was something more. Particularly because he
didn't seem to be eager to leave my side to join his fraternity buddies or
to hit on the sorority girls there.

Finally he asked if I wanted to smoke grass in his room, and I jumped on
the opportunity to. I'd have to be careful with this, to be sure not to do
anything to jeopardize my ballplaying, but I was getting into the way weed
relaxed me, took the edge off.

It felt like an odd replay of me and Mr. Bryant, my buddy Rich's Dad,
smoking in such intimate proximity like this. Only Eric was direct, coming
right out with a question. "Would you fuck me?"

I about coughed out my smoke and choked out a reply. "Um, yeah, sure." Just
what I'd been missing, ever since doing Mr. B, handed to me on a silver
platter.

Eric wasn't the romantic type, I suppose, because he unbuttoned his jeans
and peeled them down. He was going commando and his dick stood up next to
his smooth eight-pack as he kicked off the pants and shoes. His legs were
sinewed and toned, with powerful thighs dusted in brown stubble from his
last shavedown.

"Mind doing me from behind? The angle works better for me that way." I
don't know if he was always straightforward, or if it was the beer and pot,
but I loved it. No nonsense, no bullshit. I unzipped and peeled off my
shirt, and got off seeing the swimmer catch sight of my erection. "Jeez,
you're hung. I'm gonna love this, but go slow, OK? At least at first."

I nodded in agreement and took the lubricant from his hand to grease
up. Eric stretched his 6'5" body on the bed, face down, his magnificent
bubble ass exposed for me. I mean, I don't think I'd ever seen such a
compact, hard, powerful butt. I stuck my hand in between his cheeks, my
fingers practically squeezed by the smooth muscle, and started applying the
lube, getting off on the snug tightness. Not virgin, but it was gonna feel
real good around my bone.

Eric hiked his butt up toward me, a clear invitation. So I didn't waste any
time. His new position spread his cheeks a little so I could see his crack
but it was still going to be a snug fit for my dick. I crawled my meaty bod
on top of his and guided my cock into him. I could tell he wasn't virgin or
even close, but I still had to maneuver my way inside him.

Finally, I was fully in the saddle and ready to ride. It was hot, getting
such an amazing piece of frat jock tail as a surprise, and the sounds of
the party down the hall just made it hotter for me. I held his slim hips
tight and screwed in deeper, using my hip and ass strength to start a
regular thrusting motion, deep and deliberate.

"Fuck me, man," Eric growled. "Big hung baseball jock. Fuck!" He hissed and
choked his words as I started nailing him. We were both stoned and drunk
and it was very much a rushed, stoned, drunken fuck. Me pounding into this
swimmer and Eric bucking his ass back to meet me, trying to maximize the
impact of my prick against his internal sex gland.

I came first, leaning forward and moving my hands up to grip his shoulders
tight as I shoved in and unloaded with a ferocious roar. I should have been
quiet, I suppose, but the fuck felt too good, and the release felt even
better. I felt Eric's body quiver beneath me as he orgasmed into his bed
sheets.

As we pulled apart, I thanked him for an amazing lay.

"You, too, man," he said, pulling out some kleenex to wipe his now spermed
ass. "I'm not gay, not really, but I need that from time to time."

I looked at him cautiously. Wondering if he was gonna pull some "I was so
drunk" bullshit. "Well, any time you need it, dude, call me," I said,
plopping back to rest for a minute, my spermy cock satisfied and heavy
against my thigh. "Seriously, that was like fireworks." I added. "I'm gay
but I don't let many folks know, so it's all between us. No one else."

That seemed to melt his resistance. Breaking into a smile, he shook his
head. "I can't believe I just got fucked by a hot baseball jock."

I laughed. "I can't believe you took my cock like that. I thought my cum
was gonna get sucked out of me by that tight ass."

We shot the breeze for a while, then I got dressed again and headed back to
my dorm. It was the start of a really good friendship. Not a relationship,
but in some ways this was just as good. What I needed during an emotionally
heavy first year at college.