Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 12:37:15 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition, ch. 2

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 relatives. If that offends or
disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and
enjoy.

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Naval Tradition

Jim's 
Story
Part 2



Coming of Age
Norfolk 2001


I was 16 when I lost my virginity. It was just me and my brother Matt
sitting around watching TV after school. Matt was a senior. He didn't play
sports, but you wouldn't know by looking. He looked like a real jock, his
compact frame packed with teen muscle and his clean-cut looks showing off
his pale blue eyes and winning white smile.

"Hey Squirt," he said casually. He knows it drives me crazy when he calls
me Squirt. I'm just two years younger than him and even then I was a few
inches taller and a few pounds heavier. Still, he was my older brother, so
no way getting around that no matter how much you grow up, I guess.

"Kim's coming over soon. I told her we had a good hour before Dad got
home."

"Sure," I replied, not taking my eyes off the TV. This was getting to be a
regular occurrence. I don't know when Matt started having sex, but over the
last month or so it seemed like he was always having them over after school
to ball them.

"You better not tell Dad, or I'll kill you."

"Why would I?" I shot back. "I don't mind."

That gave him pause. He kept looking me over, as if he was trying to figure
out if I was telling the truth. "Yeah, I guess there's no reason you
would. You're a great brother you know. A lot of guys I know complain about
how their younger bros are always in their hair, but you're pretty cool."

"Thanks," I grunted sarcastically.

"What about you, Jim? You getting some? What about that Pollard chick
you've been dating..."

"Jennifer," I added. "Yeah, she seems into me, only she doesn't seem to
want to have sex any time soon. Just gives me a feel of her knockers and
that's it."

"Have you ever, guy? Ever done it?"

"Not yet," I answered truthfully.

"We'll have to fix that, Jim. Get you laid before Thanksgiving."

In a few minutes Kim Allen arrived. She was a senior cheerleader, blonde
and stacked. And easy, apparently. The next twenty minutes I was treated
with sounds of her and Matt's moans coming from his bedroom. I have to
admit I liked listening to them. Still a virgin, I was curious as hell
about sex and, well, my brother just sounded hot having sex.

He finally came out in just his jeans, his chest bare and sweaty. Kim
followed behind, buttoning her blouse over her buxom chest.

"Matt, you're sure your little brother's cool with this?" The dumwit seemed
unaware I was in the same room, hearing everything she said.

"Yeah, he's cool. Maybe a little jealous. Isn't that right, Squirt?"

"Fuck off!" I managed in my surliest, gruff tone.

"Jealous?" Kim asked.

"Yeah. Jim's a virgin."

"Shut up, Matt!" I was red in the face now, pissed off that my brother was
trying to put me down in front of his slut.

"It's true," he laughed.

Kim giggled but chimed in sympathetically, "You're so mean Matt.  Besides,
Jim's cute. All the girls at school talk about him. All he'd have to do is
flash that smile of his and he could ball almost anyone on the squad. "

"Wanna fuck him?" Matt wasn't one for tact.

"Matt!"

"Well, do ya? It's no skin off my back."

Kim blushed and was silent.

"Hell, you do, don't you?"

He leaned in and whispered something into her ear, caressing her neck all
the while. She giggled and turned to go back into Matt's bedroom.

"Go get her tiger!" Matt said to me.

"You mean?"

"Need an engraved invitation, dumbass? The hottest cheerleader in school is
waiting for you to screw her. Ask questions later, stud."

So I went peeling off my clothes as fast I could. When I walked into Matt's
room, Kim was lying there, naked and waiting. She gasped when she saw me.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's just say you're a lot bigger than your brother."

"Really?"  Call me shallow but my chest swelled with pride. I was used to
being the runt and was glad my manhood outmeasured Matt's.

What followed was fumbling, awkward and incredible all at once. Here I was
making out with one of the hottest girls at school and my dick was about to
poke through the folds of her vulva.

Just then a foil package landed on my bare back. "Hey bro! Don't forget to
wrap it up first."

Eagerly I ripped the package and rolled on the condom. The fit was snug,
but the constriction of bloodflow just made my dick harder. I looked up and
there was Matt, still standing in the doorway.

I couldn't believe it. "You gonna watch us?!"

"Yeah, I want to see my little bro become a man."

"All right, you perv," I muttered and penetrated Kim Allen's cunt.


After I was done, it was almost time for Dad to come home. I opened up the
windows to let the room air out while Matt ushered Kim out of the
house. "Call you tonight, babe!" he called out.



We'd just gotten dressed when the door opened. Dad entered, dressed in full
uniform and accompanied by a fellow officer, Lieutenant Jack Grant. Lt.
Grant was one of Dad's friends and an imposing man himself, 6'5" and built,
with a full head of silver-blonde hair. The officer's transient lives from
their rotating duty meant that Jack wasn't always in Norfolk and therefore
wasn't as close a friend of the family as he might have been. But Jim had
always loved it when the Lieutenant came over, to join the family at
holidays or to drop by for an impromptu dinner or drink.

"Boys, you remember Lieutenant Grant? Jack, my sons Matt and Jim."

"Sure, I remember them. Fine boys." Hands were shaken all around.

Dad looked at us both.  "You boys look flushed. What's been going on."

Fortunately Matt was quick on his feet. "Nothing Dad. We were just play
wrestling earlier."

"Yeah," I chimed in.

After Dad and Jack went to the study, Matt leaned over to me and whispered,
"Shit, that was close."

"Yeah. Matt?"

"What?"

"Thanks. Kim was amazing. And you know what? I'm glad you watched."

Matt just chuckled.


***********


"Jim?"

"What?"

"It's Paul. You got plans tonight?"

I should have. It was Friday night, after all, but my date had cancelled on
me. I half suspected she was ditching me to go fuck the quarterback from a
nearby school. I half didn't care.

"Nah. Cynthia stood me up."

"Sorry to hear man. Look, I got a fifth and no where special to drink
it. You mind if I come over?"

"Sure, man. Come on over."

Truth was, I probably would have been happy spending the evening by
myself. Dad was up in DC for business, Matt had a date and undoubtedly
would be out all night.  And of course my oldest brothers were away, Pete,
23, living across town with his girlfriend and John, 25, living in
Chicago. So I had the house to myself and kind of liked it that way.

But Paul Jackson was my best friend.  We were both jocks - he the captain
of the football team, I the star batter of the baseball team - but neither
of us gave a shit about the cult of popularity at our school. We might play
along when we had to, but when alone we'd laugh at how ridiculous our
classmates were and how small-minded Norfolk could be. But more than that,
Paul was always game for anything, and his sense of adventure played well
against my cautious streak.

Soon he was entering my bedroom with a fifth of Jack Daniels clutched in
his beefy hand.


"Man, Paul, how'd you get that?"

"Just went into Kappy's walked right up to the counter and bought
it. Salesgirl didn't even bat an eye."

"Fuck, I'm not surprised. You look like you're 22." It's true. Jackson was
a big, burly guy and hairy as anything. He was always walking around with a
perpetual five-o-clock shadow. And he was only 17.

"You probably could do it too, bud. Hell, this town worships you."

"Get out of here, Jackson." I was being modest, but Paul was right. Anyone
who followed high school sports, and that was a lot of people around here,
knew who I was. I couldn't walk into the fucking 7-11 without some customer
or clerk I didn't know calling out, "McGrath! Team gonna go State this
year?" It made me feel proud. I was hardly the only reason for our team's
success, but if you could get a football-mad town excited about baseball,
that was some accomplishment.


Paul and put in a DVD and we proceeded to get shitfaced on whiskey. It was
understood he was staying over the night, like he often did, and after a
while we'd stripped down to our underwear and had lain back on the bed.

Let me add that Paul was nowhere nearly as toned as I was, but his
musculature was impressive. That he was a lumbering 6'5" made the bulk more
impressive. Everytime I saw his bare chest, I'd get a quickened pulse and a
tingle deep inside me, only the attraction was something I was unable to
admit, maybe even to myself. That explains the surprise I felt at Paul's
next comment.

"Man, the guys on the team would rib me hard if they knew I was spending
Friday evening with a baseball faggot."

"What the fuck, Paul?!"

"Easy, man. I'm just joking. According to all the lunkheads who play
football, you guys are all fags. "

"Consider the source," I bantered back.

"Oh, yeah, I bet ya a number of those lugs secretly go that way. Fine if
they do, I guess, I could care less where a fella wants to put his dick.  "

"Guess you're right. None of my business."

"Besides... it might make life easier if I was gay." Hearing him say this
in his baritone jock voice was odd to say the least.

"Shit, you kidding?" I asked, nervous sweat forming on my brow. I didn't
like where this conversation was headed.

"Well, I know part of it would be miserable. Putting up with the
small-minded fuckers at our school. But hell, look at us, Jim. Two
attractive young men at home on a Friday night because we got stood
up. It'd be a lot easier if we could fool around."

I gulped and looked into Paul's eyes. This wasn't a put on, there was
something there. I didn't answer right await, I couldn't. The silence hung
still. Then, holding his gaze, I whispered, "Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?"

Slowly, cautiously, my best friend eased his hand up til it rest on my
chest, then it started to caress my solid pec muscle. Immediately, my
nipple hardened under his palm. More surprisingly, my dick went
ramrod-rigid in my briefs.

"Man, Jim, you've been hitting the gym a lot lately, I can't get of your
pec in my hand.  They're almost as b big as some girls' boobies," he
laughed. "And it looks like your nips are hotwired to your sex drive too."
He looked down at my hardon.

"Are yours?" I asked as my hand made contact with his chest. He tossed his
head back and moaned as I explored his expansive muscle. He was still
mostly smooth, just a patch of dark hairs around his nipples, whereas I was
starting to sprout downy blonde hairs on my torso.

Paul was getting boned, too.

"Here, bud, I think this might feel even better," he said as he maneuvered
his body on top of mine. Our chests and abs were in direct contact and our
hard dicks ground into each other. Paul started thrusting and the feeling
was magnificent. With each swivel of his hips, a doubt was removed from my
mind that this was what I wanted: sex with another man.

I still didn't know what that would entail though. I just contented myself
to reach and grasp at any bit of exposed flesh I could on my best
bud. Whereas my conditioning had been disciplined, Paul approached
athletics as more is more. So his lats were overdeveloped, his glutes small
curves above bulging hamstrings. But, fuck, it felt great having his bulk
on top of me, pinning my frame down on the bed, fucking that bulge of his
against mine.

Our faces were inches apart and Paul stared into my eyes as we rubbed
bodies against each other. I think both of us wanted to lean forward to
kiss, but didn't dare. Instead Paul spoke again.

"And another thing that's better. Girls always put up a fight when you try
to take their underwear off. You're not gonna fight me, are ya Jim?"

"Nah, you're my best bud."

Paul smiled, and already his big, beefy hands were at the elastic of my
briefs, shucking them down. Then he pulled his down too, kicking them off
his legs. Our bare dicks met in a touch of electricity. We groaned
simultaneously and now I was meeting his thrusts with my own, we were going
at it so hard the bed was rocking furiously and the squeak of its springs
filled the room. I was glad Dad or Matt weren't home.

Finally, Paul stopped and leaned back. Looking down at my crotch he wrapped
his football playing hand around my stiff rod.


"Jesus, Jim. Not only are you better looking and a better athlete than me,
you gotta have a bigger cock. It's not fair."

It was then that I got my first view of Paul's dick. It was just shy of
average, probably 5 and a half uncut and the width of a popsicle. It poked
up straight from a hairy crotch, without any curve or variance in
width. For a big bruiser of a guy, I expected a bigger piece of meat
swinging between his legs, but I wasn't disappointed in the least. This was
the first time I'd seen a man's cock hard, and I was getting to see it up
close. It was fantastic.

But it was also fantastic realizing I was bigger than average and desirable
for it.  When I looked up at Paul's face, I could see the look of
unadulterated lust in his eyes. He was getting off on my fat prick, and he
was gripping and stroking it as if he was afraid he'd have to let go at
some point.

"Man, McGrath, where did you get such a fat fucker. This thing's huge."

"My dad, I guess." The words came out of my mouth, but once I said them, I
thought immediately of my father. I wondered how big his cock was, its
shape, what it was like hard. The same as mine? I knew you shouldn't think
about your parents having sex or your dad hard, but right then, with Paul's
hand jacking me off and the guy literally drooling over my cock, the sexual
thoughts came flooding to me 24 frames a second. Already fully boned, my
thick stalk spit out a drop of its natural lubricant, making my friend's
rough, callused hand suddenly sticky-slick.

"Don't hate me, Jim, but I gotta do this."

Then, all of a sudden, my best friend and fellow jock was bending down and
licking my cock. Talk about amazing. Of course I knew about blowjobs and
knew that gays were called cocksuckers, but somehow the idea that another
guy could go down on me had never entered my fantasies. It entered them
now. Paul must have had experience at sucking dick, cause his motions were
smooth, his throat relaxed and the feelings on my prick exquisite. He
alternated between shallow bobs on the first few inches, polishing my knob
with his fat tongue, and deep, full thrusts of my dick to the back of his
gullet. I savored every trick he tried on me and relished the sight of his
hunky bod flexing as he gobbled my cock. Here was Paul Jackson, top jock,
getting so turned on by my big one that he was kneeling at the base of my
crotch, eating every inch of me he could stuff into his mouth. It made me
feel powerful, alive, like a real man. With all the girls I'd screwed, I
hadn't felt a rush like this since losing my virginity. And this was more
intense. Cause it was my bud's mouth I was abusing, a guy like me, a guy
I'd shared every secret with (well, almost), a guy who was taking every bit
of punishment my dick was giving his throat because he respected and
idolized me. Because my piece of beercan-thick McGrath cock was calling the
shots.

Finally, with a grunt, this gridiron stud buried his nose in my pubes. All
seven fat inches buried deep inside his craw. Tears streamed down his
cheeks, but his hands gripped my hips tightly and his biceps balled up
holding his face flush with my pelvis. My buddy was giving it his all to
get me off. I obliged. My body shuddered, I yelled out, and my nuts pumped
salvo after salvo of rich, teenjock semen into Paul Jackson. He just held
on and nestled his chin in my ballsac, coaxing more juice out of me. This
was by far the best orgasm of my young life, it might as well have been the
first.

When I was done, Paul backed off, gasping for air, mucus and sperm dripping
from his mouth. He sucked half of it back into his mouth as his lungs
filled up with air. The other half landed on my spent cock, which Paul
dutifully licked clean. At last he knelt up. His cock, still rigid, had
just shot. Thick globs of ivory cum cling to the tip.

"Well, now you know. Your buddy's a faggot," he said dejectedly.

"Why are you apologizing, man? That felt incredible."

His big frame plopped next to mine on the bed. "Thanks, Jim. I wanted you
to like it. You think... maybe... fuck, I don't know how to ask this, so
I'll just come right out. You like guys, Jim?"

I hesitated.  I wanted to tell him. Wanted to admit to myself. But I
couldn't. "Nah, bud.  Don't get me wrong, that felt great, what you
did. But I don't go that way."

"I figured as much, Jim. But you know I love you, don't you?"

I was stunned in silence. Then, slowly, "No, I didn't know."

"I didn't think I was going to have the guts to tell you. But I've had a
crush on you since we met at football camp eight grade. Jesus! What's the
fuck's wrong with me, Jim?" He started sobbing.

I reached around his massive chest and pulled his naked body against
mine. "Nothing buddy, nothing. It's just how things are.  Look, Paul,
nothing's changed, you're still my best friend and I love you like a
bud. That's all, but it's something isn't."

A smile broke through the tears. "Yeah. Yeah, Jim it is."

"And if it makes you feel better, then you can swing on my dick anytime you
please."

"You horny bastard," Paul laughed.

"Damn straight," I replied. "And I noticed you shot just sucking me
off. You like it, don't you man?"

Paul was sheepish. In a deep, soft voice, he muttered. "I do."

I pulled him close to me in a tight buddy hug.  "Just stay over, Paul. Dad
and Matt are gone, it's just us."

"OK."

The next morning I got a grade-A blowjob to start the day.