Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 02:50:34 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 3

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 3



Spring Break 2004
Day 1 (cont.)

Dad fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving and his dick still a sizeable
truncheon of semi-hard masculinity, slick and pulsing with each of his
rapid heartbeats.

"Fuck son, that was fantastic. I've been dreaming a month about that
blowjob."

I plopped down next to him, feeling the heat of his exposed chest. I ran my
fingers through his wiry body hair, stray marks of gray mingled in with the
deep chestnut brown fur, as the covering got thicker toward his pubes. I
even took his rubbery wet man stalk in my hand and squeezed out more juicy
drops of his semen. The white juice oozed down the side of my knuckles.
Damn, I thought, here I was at last, holding my father's dick in my
hand. My own shaft pulsed and ached.

He took a second to catch his breath, then turned and looked at me,
questioningly. "Need to get off Slugger?"

My mouth had run out of saliva sucking him off, so I could only croak out
an answer, which was enough. He bent forward and gently bit my upper lip
with his mouth, then playfully explored my lips and oral cavity his
tongue. It didn't take long for the pecking to grow in intensity, soon we
were swapping tongues.

I know I grunted as I felt Dad manhandle my supercharged cock. It had been
weeks since I'd felt anything other than my hand make those wonderful
jerking movements, and of course had been months since that fateful last
week I'd spent at home before going off to college. The memory of that last
August night flashed back to me and made my steel-erect jockpole ooze its
juice all over Dad's hand.

"Yeah," he smiled, backing away from our kiss, "you missed your old man,
all right." There was something so sexy about my father's face that close
up, it was like he was a different man, more vulnerable and more virile at
the same time. We returned to a deep tongue-fuck, Dad frigging my cock with
extra intensity now that I was even more slicked up with self-made
dicklube.

I wanted to call out to him, but we were locked in embrace, my hands
traveling a mile a minute over any bit of exposed flesh I could find. This
felt so wrong, so uncertain, yet by God, it was turning my nuts inside
out. Fierce streams of chalk-white jism flew out and painted Dad's hairy
leg. The next shot reached up and out over his abdomen. I kept pumping,
getting faint from the lack of oxygen going to my brain, feeling like all
consciousness was shooting out of me.

"Quite a load, Jim..."

"Yeah, Dad, it's been so long, you know?"

"You don't have to tell me, Slugger. What, six months?"

"Seven."

"Geez, seven?  I sure hope..."

"Yeah, Dad, I have," I laughed, tickled at the thought that I would be
chaste during my partying college years.

"I guess so. I just, well, we haven't talked."

I turned over and looked at my father, who met my gaze. This was hard for
him. It was hard for me too, but I waited seven months to be with him, I
wanted to hear everything he had on his mind.

"It just happened so fast last summer. It started off fun, and then all of
a sudden I was worried we were getting in too deep, Slugger. I mean, it
wasn't like with the others, with you... well, what you wanted from me was
different. I had to let you go off to school and let me have some time to
think."

"Did you?" I asked, my face not betraying the layers of emotion I was
feeling at that moment.

The lines on his face wrinkled into a expressive look of love. "Yeah, Jim,
I did."

"You still think we're getting in too deep?"

"Yeah, maybe. But it's a chance I'm willing to take now."

I started to roll my athletic frame against his, but his hand stopped me.

"That is," he continued, looking me squarely in the eye, "if you are. I
told myself that this week in Mexico was going to be our time to relax and
just spend time together as father and son. If you didn't want anything
more, I'd be happy with just that. It wasn't until..."

"... the plane ride?" I finished the sentence.

His lips curled into a slight smile at my forwardness. "Yes, Jimbo, the
plane ride. I could tell you were thinking about sex, I'm just worried I
might of gotten out of control. And just now."

I stopped to reflect. The answer to me was immediate and obvious, but
sometimes when it's that obvious you want to make sure. I was. "Dad. You're
not pushing me into this. It's something I want, too. I was hoping we'd do
something this week. I was just worried it would take either of us six days
to work up the courage."

"Aw, Slugger," dad muttered. Our lips connected in a brief, intimate
kiss. "You really do want it, don't you?"

"Damn straight I do. I want us to have sex the whole goddamn week we're
down here. I want to explore more with you, to learn new things from my
father. I just want to spend a week doing what feels fun and good and right
without having to worry about all the other bullshit. Just one week, Dad."

Dad was smiling as he grappled my hands, his thick, rough fingers
intertwining with mine. "Me, too, Jim. I couldn't ask for anything more
myself."

We edged together, and his chest hair scratching mine. Half-tumescent cocks
slapped one another as we rolled around.

"I love you, dad."

"Love you, too, Jimbo."

We made out on that hotel bed til sleepiness overcame and we drifted off
into a nap, still in each other's embrace.


**********

I woke up and was alone in the bed. I heard the water in the bathroom sink
running. Dad was shaving.


"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?" Our hotel for some reason didn't have a clock.

"Seven-thirty. Why don't you get cleaned up and we'll go out and grab a
bite to eat."

I padded over to the bathroom and saw my father finishing up his shaving,
his hair still wet from the shower as he stood wearing just a pair of faded
jeans. I started the water in the shower and hopped in.

I have to say, the sex and the nap and the shower made me a new man. The
remnants of my hangover were long gone. I shaved, too, then walked out to
see Dad standing on the balcony. He had pulled on a pale-yellow polo shirt
that stretched tight over his muscular frame. Even from fifteen feet away,
I could make out every ripple from his neck down to where the tails were
tucked into his jeans. The jeans themeselves did wonders in showing off his
full, masculine butt. I looked down and saw myself half-chubbed, my thick
one expanding outward, so told myself to control my thoughts and stepped
into a pair of khakis and a buttoned plaid shirt. A pair of sandals and I
was ready to go.

I stepped out on the balcony. "Feel better, Slugger?" Dad beamed. The cool
sea breeze coming in was downright chilly tonight and it made his man
nipples stick up proudly at the edge of the plates of muscle the shirt
framed. Absently, I reached up and stroked them, which got a peck on my
lips in response.

"Feels great, but your old man is starving. Let's get some some food. Your
uncle Mike recommended a great local diner, not the tourist trade stuff."

"How is Uncle Mike?" I asked. I know my eyes lit up at the mention of his
name. My dad's younger brother was always an idol of mine. He was a pro
major league baseball player til he retired last year and it's because of
his example and encouragement that I took up the game. He came down to the
peninsula often, and helped Dad make the arrangements for our week here.

Dad paused and examined my face, then replied. "He's doing well. Though I
think he doesn't know what to do with himself post-retirement.  He's
driving Lisa crazy." Lisa was his wife, a sweet and patient soul, so I knew
that the situation had to be serious!

"Come on, son," dad added, patting his meaty hand on my back.  "Let's get
some grub."

**********

I was starving too, it turned out, as the flying and the sun and the sex
caught up with me. After getting my fill at the restaurant, and a couple of
margaritas in me I felt warm, sated and relaxed. By the smile on Dad's face
as we talked, I could tell he was feeling the same glow I was.

My mind turned back to the intense sex from earlier. It was wild, both of
us using this week, an innocent spring break week, for a sex tryst. It was
incest, a daunting word if there ever was one, but a deep inner desire kept
propelling me toward it. Toward my father. Even there in the dim light of
the restaurant, I took in the sight of his freshly shaved face, his pearly
teeth, his twinkling blue eyes.

Walking back to our hotel, I couldn't help but admire the amazing build my
dad has. The man's full into his forties and fuck if the years didn't make
him look distinguished rather than old. He kept his body in tip-top shape,
but beyond that, he just has the look of a man who's young at heart. Even
out of uniform, away from the confines of the naval base, he comported
himself like an officer. His gait was wide and confident, not the awkward
half-bowlegged jock stride I had, and his broad muscular chest stuck out as
he carried his shoulders up and back. I felt a wave of pride to be walking
next to this paragon of masculinity.

"I don't see how you walk with that thing," he said, cutting the silence of
our walk.

"What?" I asked, still in reverie.

"That hardon you got, Slugger."

I looked down at the club-like swell in my khakis, then back up at Dad's
grinning face. "You don't know the half of it. I'm so horned up right now."

"Well, you'll just have to show me when we get back to the hotel," he said,
giving me a wink.

I didn't waste a second. The minute we were back at the room, I pounced on
his frame, locking my meaty arms around him. A deep rumble emanated from
well within his chest, signaling approval. Two men, having stored up months
of desire in their separation and made slightly looser from the margaritas,
clung together and met lip to lip. There in the dark of the hotel room, I
felt the love for my father flow through me and back.

We collapsed on the bed, Dad on top of me. Our bodies felt hot, even
through our clothes and despite the cool sea breeze coming in. Muscle
crashed against muscle as we writhed and kissed and groped. If I wasn't
aware of how much a hunk my father was, I certainly knew then. I was a
perfectly conditioned varsity athlete and carried a good deal of muscle on
my frame, but my old man outweighed me with a good fifteen to twenty pounds
of mature, powerful mass. As he held me down, and pinned my wrists up above
my head, I felt the swells of his pectoral muscle press into my chest, the
girth of his masculine belly heave above mine, his giant hardon tenting his
jeans, its firm ridge rubbing over my own trapped fat schlong.

"You're one hot fucker, Jimbo," he growled into my ear, in between chewing
a wet trail from the base of my Adam's apple to my forehead crisscrossed in
bulging veins of excitement. "You got a perfect bod, fuck I just wanted to
pounce on you all through dinner, boy.  Make you mine. Feel you beneath me
on this bed."

Our lips met momentarily before he rose up again to take in the sight below
him. Me, his son, returning his lust and affection in my gaze, the
undulation of my hips. In my dadloving hardon.

"Sir..." I croaked, taking a second to let the words sink in among our
heavy, heaving breaths. Our relationship was so familiar, more like two
friends really, that it had been ages since I'd addressed him so
formally. His nostrils flared up and he gritted his teeth. He closed his
eyes and sucked in air. His hips stopped thrusting into mine. I immediately
understood: he was trying to hold back, it turned him on more than
anything.


"Sir, I AM yours. Coach has pushed me, made me bigger this year. I just
hoped you would like it."

I was smothered with his hot mouth on mine. "Oh I do, Slugger. Your dad
loves his beefy jock boy." By now his fingers were expertly unbuttoning my
shirt and exposing my heated bare chest to the cool air. Not for long;
dad's long, rough hands were soon caressing my torso, paying especial
attention to my erect nips.

I took the newfound freedom my hands have to reach up to his chest and
massage the flesh through the polo shirt. His chest was magnificent and I
enjoyed every inch of it, enjoyed feeling his silver-dollar size nipples
firm up into sharp points signaling our desire.

"I just want to be built like you, Dad." I muttered.

He opened his eyes and stared at me, full of emotion. "And I wish I could
be like you, son. Lithe, young, in your prime. Tons of old geezers like me
would kill to have a defined body like yours." To emphasize his point he
squeezed my rounded hard-as-iron flesh.

I reached down, past his abdomen, wedging my hand in between our connected
loins and cupped it around his ample genitals. Dad was fully excited, and
his cock was steely hard, pushing a path up to the hips of his jeans, where
the waist kept its further growth in check, pushing it outward instead. I
massaged the forbidden flesh of my father.

"And a lot of us young bucks would kill to have a tool like this.  You're
massive, Dad. All man." I gripped the firm shaft and bit my lower lip to
contain my lust. "How big is it, ten inches?"

"Something like that," Dad croaked. I squeezed and gripped harder,
soliciting a hard sexual grunt from my father. "Oh, Jimbo, tell me if we're
doing something wrong here. It feels too fucking good for me to stop."

"I can't stop either. I don't want to stop." I kissed him then pushed on
his chest, guiding him back. "Here, lie down for a sec. No, stay still. I
want to worship my dad for a while."

Even still clothed, his body was a turnon. His torso muscles stretched his
shirt, sex sweat soaking the tight arm pits. His biceps flexed as he ran
his hands beneath my unbuttoned shirt, up and down my smooth flanks. And a
crowbar-rigid cock pulsed expectantly in the crotch of his faded jeans.

Dutifully, I knelt down on the bed, easing my way between his spread
legs. From that angle, the swell of the shirt stretched tight over his
muscled gut and his round, imposing pectoral muscles looked even more
imposing. I gripped and teased the thighs, feeling the developed quads
underneath the denim. I looked again into Dad's eyes, their piercing blue
now pleading, then I bent down, fastening my mouth to his crotch.

First I attacked the balls. Those massive orbs seemed even bigger behind
the confines of his jeans. Or maybe they were just swollen in lust. I
tongued the round ridge of his scrotum, up, around and back. I nibbled at
the gonads, pressing my face harder against the perfect V his crotch. I was
nestled in and was enjoying my appetizer.

So was Dad. He huffed and moaned, muttering words of thanks. He gripped my
head and pulled me up onto his cock. I accommodated his desire by licking
and sucking the manstalk through his jeans material. His crotch got wetter
and wetter as I made love to the tool that made me nineteen years
earlier. As I licked away, I swore I could taste his salty sap leak through
as well.

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I undid the button, then his
fly. This time, he wore nothing underneath and the full meaty prick pushed
against my open mouth and eager tongue.

My father tasted wonderful. I'd blown him earlier that afternoon, but now
it was like the first taste all over again. Still freshly showered, there
was still the musky hint of Man lurking beneath the cleanliness of the
skin. And in full rut mode, his pheromones were pumping like mad, filling
up my nostrils as I attached my lips to the clutching urethra on the
underside of his shaft. I licked and sucked and nibbled gently, and I felt
my father's heartbeat.

I pulled back and wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick. They
barely wrapped around, but that was OK. I pulled toward me and watched as
the supine cockflesh rose to perpendicular full mast. Fuck, he's huge, I
observed. Big fucking spear of a cock, the beautiful cylindrical symmetry
interrupted only by the pulsing vascular flesh that made the ten inches
almost as much triangular as round. The fat, tapered mushroom shape of his
dickhead swelled up and quivered beneath the foreskin clinging tight around
its edge.

I kissed that head. It was big, really big. Its roundness nudged against my
lips as I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking up every trace of his
pre-ejaculate that I could. My own hormones were pumping like mad now, and
I had to reach down and undo my pants, slipping them down from my waist to
free my aching cock.

>From there on, it was slow and determined. I did my best to unhinge my
jaw, or at least relax the tension in it and my throat, as Dad's full fat
cock pushed inward. Somehow all the kissing and sucking and ballworship was
nothing compared to this: a man swallowing his father's turgid dick. I
sucked his bone with every reserve of cocksucking skill I could call
up. This was my father and I wanted to make him feel great. Unlike earlier,
though, the angle didn't facilitate me swallowing the whole, gigantic
piece. I had to content myself with six or seven solid inches crammed down
my gullet. When I bobbed my head up and down in his lap, I knew that Dad
didn't mind one bit. His breathing quickened and I finally stopped out of
fear he would shoot.

I worked my way up his abdomen til I reached the valley between his pecs, I
licked through the knit shirt from one side to the next. I sucked on his
fat man nipples, wetting the fabric completely through. My tongue traced
every ridge and goosebump of his fat, distended areole, alternating from
left to right. I laved the deep trough of his sternum, down to where his
abdomen muscles began to push up, then up again to his chin. I held on to
his balled up, twitching full biceps as his shirt got soaked with his son's
copious spit.

We kissed again, Dad holding my head firm as his tongue explored every inch
of my oral cavity.  His stubble felt electric against mine.

"Aw, Slugger," he said as we broke apart. "Why did you stop earlier? I was
about to shoot."

I gripped the big balls of his biceps, feeling down to the hairy sinewy
forearms. "I know, I wanted you to save it. I want you to fuck me, Dad."

His cock had been lying trapped beneath my bare stomach, slick and
pulsing. But when I said those words, it jumped and spasmed like a fish
stuck on land. When he leaned up to kiss, it felt like a giant wave
crashing into me, powerful and possessive.

"Yeah, Slugger. Daddy'll fuck you. Been wanting that round jock butt of
yours all fucking day. "

"Damnit, Dad. I gotta get boned. You got a big, nasty hardon dancing
against my abs right now."

"You're right. That dick's juicing up just thinking about breaching your
hole." He wasn't lying, as the foreskin dragged along my treasure trail, it
was leaving a snail slime trail of his own natural fucklube.

"It doesn't have to just think about it, Dad."

"Hell, Slugger. Gonna let me in?" His blue eyes bored into me, hungry and
expectant.

"Damn straight," I replied, giving him my most agreeable grin.

"Been fucked before?"

"Yeah, Dad. With a few men. Do you think less of your son?"

"'Course not. I just wish I'd been the one to break you in."

"You will. At least past the eight inch mark."

His cock spasmed again, spreading its dick dew all over the ridges of my
abs.


"Goddamnit, son, I'm turned on to beat anything."

"Me, too, dad."

"How do you want to do it, Jimbo?"

"Maybe I better sit on you the first time," I said as I peeled off the
remnants of my clothes. "You're too big to take any other way." Dad's eyes
were riveted to my body as I stripped off my shirt then wiggled out of my
khakis. If he didn't know how excited I was, my pulsing erection gave the
game away.

"Anything for my boy. Ah yeah, that's it. Straddle me. You want me to eat
your hole first, dontcha? Come on, ease that bubble butt back here, Jimbo."
I sat back on his magnificent, square jawed face and experienced the heaven
of father-son analingus. Like him, his tongue was loving and commanding at
the same time. The powerful wet oral muscle teased the rim of my jock hole,
making every blonde hair in my crevice stand on end and my ring twitch in
anticipation. At last he gripped my taut buttcheeks and pried them
apart. Two seconds later, he finally made direct contact with my exposed
asspucker and I thought I was gonna see stars. Up and down, back and forth,
in and out, his deep kisses to all the sensitive spots of my backdoor
worked me up higher and higher.

For the next twenty minutes, the room was quiet except for our stifled,
half-swallowed grunts as Dad went to town and I settled back for the
hottest rim job imaginable. Robert Andrew McGrath, retired Navy Commander,
worked my hole to town and back, prodding and stretching it, teasing it til
it relaxed. His powerful hands gripping the striated muscle of my outer
thighs turned me on nearly as much. Fuck, just the sight of those large,
magnificent fingers circled around my straining legs would have been enough
to make me blow had I not been so determined to save it for the main
course. So I sucked in a deep breath, leaned forward on my haunches so my
twin globes hovered at Dad's face, spread my legs and felt my college jock
dick twitch in the cool night air.

All the time, I held his massive, dripping schlong in my hand, careful not
to let it go off, just holding and admiring the staff of hard flesh that
would soon bore its way into my innermost regions. It was perfect, this
cock, symmetrical, straight and long... really fucking long, with enough
heft to let my fingers know I was gripping a real man and enough of a
flared head to stretch his foreskin out even wider at the tip. My own
fucking dad, I thought, I'm holding my own dad's cock. What was I thinking,
I wondered, to take on a challenge like this. Ten mega inches of erect
father meat burned white hot in my hand, and while hardly a virgin, my
sexual escapades to date hadn't worked me up to this. I just hoped for the
best.

Dad was making me feel real good. I just didn't know rim jobs could be this
hot. He feasted like a starved man. All I could do is grit my teeth and
enjoy the intense waves of deep, masculine pleasure washing over me,
gripping his fat cock tighter, until I got so horny I'd swoop down and lift
that fucker to my mouth, burying six, seven solid inches of Dad into my
horny throat. It was like our connection was even closer, full circle, son
and father, man and hero, our tongues connecting the two body parts that
were going to be joined soon.

I was good and wet when I rose up and trudged across the room to my
suitcase. The night seabreeze made my pucker feel cool and moist. Dad
removed his clothing and complimented my athletic body. "I can't believe
I'm gonna fuck ya." I looked back and saw that he'd arranged the pillows
and was sitting up against the headboard. The position emphasized the mass
of his belly, but you could still tell it was hard and in shape. His
powerful legs were spread and his massive buttsplitter of a cock stood
ramrod rigid right up in between. He was turned on, all right.


I found the bottle of lube I was looking for and plopped it on the night
stand as I crawled back into bed, straddling my dad, this time facing him.
"I want to use this whole fucking bottle this week," I grunted, as I picked
it up and squirted a cool shot of fluid onto Dad's erect meat. I gripped
the shaft like a car gearstick and spread the lubrication up and down the
length.

"Yeah, wet me down, Jimbo. Get that fucker ready for your butt."

We kissed deeply for a second, then I rose up and sank down on his lap, at
least a few inches to nudge the head in. It was wide and round, his
foreskin was stretched back for the first time I could remember, I was so
horned up, that cock didn't have a problem breeching my anus, like
sometimes I felt. In fact, it slid right in until about inch three, when an
inner ring realized the invasion and clamped shut.

"Relax, boy. Daddy's not going anywhere til you're ready. Feels hot, your
asslips kissing my dickhead. It's like that time you first sucked me
off. Remember? Hot jock son's lips teasing my prick head, til they couldn't
wait for more and just opened up.  Yeah, like that. You got it, Jimbo. My
son, the stud. "

His words were having the desired effect. The big paternal cock had pushed
past the ring, now the girth stretched my bowels, though in a far more
pleasant way. A couple more inches pushed through, then met resistance. Dad
held still, give micro-thrusts to try to work me open, but I was tight.

The blue eyes boring into my were filled with silent, uncontrollable
lust. With a paternal love, Dad reached up and wiped the hair matted down
on my brow. "Come on, Slugger," he urged, "Make me proud."

That was all it took. It was like all those little league games and high
school wrestling meets came flooding back to me. I could do this. I looked
down and took in the sight. Two men, two muscular bodies, two McGraths,
connected and mating. I was Dad's now. I watched as my legs had a mind of
their own, spreading outward, lowering me, pushing me down further on my
father's rigid bone. It speared inward with little problem now. As I
relaxed, dad entered me, must have been inch seven or eight by now, and my
inside felt full and on fire. My prostate quivered as Dad's cock massaged
it.

"That your butt nut?" He grinned up at me and I looked down through the
haze of penetration, into his eyes, and all over, taking in the sight of
his burly chest and powerful arms. All those muscles were fucking me. I
nodded in affirmation.

"Yeah, you don't even have to tell me. I can tell by your dick. That jock
fucker jumps every time I rub across it. Like this..."

Dad withdrew and massaged my inner gland again.

"Fuck," I cried. My fingers curled in their tight grip of his arms,
powerful arms that now had no shirt sleeves hiding their massive muscular
glory. Just big, swollen hard balls of man muscle. Dad responded by flexing
his round guns, making the biceps swell and harden in my grasp. His prick
swelled, too, stretching my anal ring and my internal passage even wide.


"That's it, grab a hold on, boy. Take your time, Slugger, we got it. Got
all night if we want. Got all week, even."

I huffed as I felt the infinitely slow pressure spear inward inside
me. "Dad, I can't believe how big you are. But I'm gonna sit on this
McGrath cock if it kills me." I spread my thighs out wider and felt some of
the pressure relieve.

"Oh Slugger, your ass is so amazingly hot. I can't believe you're letting
me do this."

"I want it Dad."

"Not as much as I do. Fuck!" he hissed as he held himself in check. He
pushed more cock upward, and I held on tighter to his upper body to steady
me. He looked so unbelievably sexy at that moment, his naval conditioned
muscle pumped in the full act of mating, his handsome face convulsed in the
determination of a man mid-fuck, his voice deepened with desire. "I guess
two men can't any closer than this, huh, Jimbo?"

My guts clamped tight to his cock, this time out of pre-orgasmic
convulsion. My legs relaxed and I sank further onto his bone. I couldn't
help it, I never had felt such a deep, burning desire to mate with another
person, to be fucked by him. The strain and the weight gave way and I
descended further down. The tightness of penetration kept my orgasm at bay
but felt wonderful nonetheless. I was getting filled by my father. When I
hit bottom, my smile was uncontainable.

"You like that, Slugger? Ten inches of Daddy buried right up your tail?"

I twisted and writhed in his lap. The hairs of his stomach bristled against
my nuts and blonde jock bush. My hard dick rested heavy on his upper abs
and sternum. "Man, Dad, I can feel your balls against my butt. Big fat
hairy fuckers."

"Bet you wish those would fit up there, too."

I reflected on that. "Yeah, only you got me pretty full, Dad."

"Tell me about it Jimbo, buried full bone into ya. It's drum tight up
there."

"Where you belong." I reached behind his sinew-corded neck and massaged the
sun-bronzed skin.

His hand reciprocated by caressing the muscle in my chest and
shoulders. "And you belong here, sitting right down on Daddy's lap."

I grabbed any inch of chest and shoulder I could and locked lips with my
father. He started thrusting, but I held his chest firm to stop him. I
wanted to control the pace this time. Squatting down into his lap, I
pictured Jake, the star catcher on the varsity team, his big hams bulging
as he hovered behind home plate. I realized that's what I must look like to
Dad and a smile came to my face as I took in the admiration of his roving
eyes. Flexing my quads and glutes I eased up his thick pole, watching his
desire build every slow second of my ascent, then I fucked myself back onto
him. Two loud grunts escaped as he impaled me deep. The angle knocked my
breath out for a second, before I gathered it up to rise again.

It was a slower fuck than Dad would have thrown, but the intensity worked
for both of us, building up into a great crescendo. Without saying a word,
we rutted on that hotel bed, him holding my waist as I straddled him and
bounced on his rigid cock, me caressing his arms and hairy chest as our
eyes stayed lock onto each other. Finally, silently, he gave me one of his
trademark winks and I lost it. My insides contracted as volleys of pearly
white jock juice sprayed upward and rained down on my father. Glob after
glob of the stuff clung to the silver-and-dark brown hairs on his chest,
the smooth bulging muscle of his traps and neck.

Dad's breathing quickened and suddenly I felt the viscous lubricant on his
cock go slick with his seed.  Low gutteral noises filled the room as he
pumped me deep and full of his salty sperm. All the while, he looked into
my eyes and my smiling, post-orgasmic face.

When we came to, he asked if I wanted to dismount.  "Nah, it feels too good
having you in me. Wait til it softens before pulling out." I ran my fingers
through the slick deposit on his chest.

"It's not gonna get soft, Jim," he chuckled. "Being around you keeps me
hard. Who needs Viagra?"

I bent my head down and eyed my own persistent hardon. "I haven't gone down
either. Even after this afternoon."

"Yeah, but you're nineteen. You're gonna give my sexual endurance a workout
this week aren't you?"

"I hope so," I laughed, rocking back onto his turgid man spike, which poked
into the reservoir of fresh dad cum filling the depths of my bowels.  It
felt great. "Damn, you carry one impressive gun, Commander McGrath, Sir.
How did you fit that fucker up my tail?"

His strong fingers manhandled my upper thigh muscle as he held on
tighter. "You wanted it, that's how. That jock butt just opened right up
and swallowed me whole," he laughed and ran his head across my forehead to
wipe away the sweat and matted hair. "Man.  Your first father-son fuck. Did
it live you to your expectations?"

I winked this time. The cock that sired me surged in my belly. I knew it
wouldn't be long before my second incestual reaming.