Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 13:55:33 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naval Tradition 5

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 5


Coming of Age
Norfolk, Early Summer 2001


After Paul moved away, I decided that I may be young still, but that I
wanted, needed, to learn about sex. Over the next few months, I became a
grade-A horndog. It helped that summer quickly came upon us, and I was able
to use my free time searching for a repeat experience.

My first came one night in the restaurant where I was working for a summer
job. In our town, you can immediately recognize the DOD men, or "the suits"
as my Dad called civilian leadership. One slow Tuesday night one was dining
alone, a dark-haired distinguished man in his 30s. He kept asking me what
there was to do at night in Norfolk, all the while spreading his legs and
showing the hard shaft poking up his suit pants. I gulped, and took the
bait, telling him I could show him around. We drove to a deserted lot and
got out of his car. He unzipped, and I went to town on his medium-small
uncut cock. I was glad for the smaller size, as I was still learning how to
accommodate a dick with my throat muscles. It wasn't the best blowjob, but
the guy clearly felt he'd hit the jackpot in this small city, as he kept
praising me as I fellated him to completion.

After that, I tried the parks. I'd heard my buddies joking how the faggots
went there for a blowjob, so I tried adjusting my jogging routine to be
there at dusk. Damned, if my buds weren't right; the place was crawling
with horny businessmen out looking to give head while their wives bought
the excuse that they were "working late." I was apprehensive at first,
especially given that some fat, ugly old men approached me first, but when
a car pulled up aside me jogging and asked if I needed a lift, I saw the
handsome suburban daddy in khakis and knit shirt, his thick wrist nestled
at crotch, and nodded. I thought he'd want to be serviced like the DOD guy,
or Dan from the hotel, but instead he reached over and squeezed my
genitals, which were quickly hardening. He whistled. "Jesus, don't know how
a boy your age grows 'em so big." He pulled it out and started sucking
me. His mouth felt warm, wet and wonderful, so it didn't take me long to
unload. We sat there parked and shot the shit for a little while, and he
persuaded me to stay for a second go.

So, in fits and starts, I learned how to troll for head. Occasionally I
gave it as well, but mostly I'd drop my shorts and the guy wouldn't take
more than two licks before he was working on my joint. It was fun, and I
began to feel grown up, knowing that my buddies were still fumbling in the
backseats of cars, trying to get their girlfriends to put out, and here I
was getting my balls drained on a nightly basis. And I have to admit, it
gave me a kick to see guy's reactions to my dick. Guys older, bigger, more
experienced than me, they all went wild and relished the length and girth
of my hard prick.

I gave up the pretense of jogging, too, and just drove over the park about
every other night. I went back to running early mornings, when I knew I
could get my off-season conditioning in without distraction. Virginia Beach
has an extensive paved boardwalk that makes an excellent place to run, at
least before the summer heat really kicks in. Furthermore, that early, it's
not crowded with the tourists and beachgoers yet, it's mostly just a couple
of elderly folks walking and the assorted Navy men getting their fitness
runs in, as well.

It was one late June morning when one Navy man caught my eye. Tough, wiry
build, big plate pectoral muscles dotted with dark hair, which formed a
treasure trail down his firm, flat abdomen. The stud was wearing only a
pair of dark blue shorts emblazoned NAVY (in case we didn't already know
from the buzz cut) and his sneakers. His beard still unshaven that morning,
and it made his brown eyes even more piercing as our gaze met when we
passed. I did a double take, and fuck if Navy man didn't do the same,
snaking around as we parted each other at a good clip. I noticed that his
back was just as fine as his front, with compact, powerful lat and delt
muscle fusing into one mass of man machine.

Lap two, we passed again. His eyes swept up and down my nude torso then
locked once more with my own stare. My heart skipped an extra beat. I
remembered what Dan had told me about "the look" - only this was the last
place I expected to encounter it.

Lap three and we were both sheened with sweat. Again, we locked eyes as we
approached and this time, he nodded. I nodded back and soon we were past
one another and speeding away from each other, but not before we both
looked back.

Finally, I'm on my cooldown lap when I see Navy man in the distance leaning
over the water fountain. His pale skin is shining bright in the morning
summer sun, and damned if he doesn't look even better leaning over,
stretching his toned muscle. When I get there, he's just finished. He
smiled at me and gestured, "All yours, buddy," he directs in a deep,
mellifluous voice.

I was worried he was going to take off while I drink my fill, but instead
he hovered nearby, stretching his calves on a bench. He looked my way, with
an emptiness that might have been just about anything, but which I
interpreted as hunger. Emboldened, I walked up to him and joined him in
some cool down stretches.

"Love this run," I add, unconsequentially.

"Me, too. Don't think I've seen you here before," he said, absently wiping
the sweat off his brow. His underarm was forested with a deep, dark thicket
of manfur. His presence up close was even more intoxicating. His muscles
were just perfect, full and flushed with the cardio workout. I was starting
to get hard just standing there in front of him.

"Just started. Running in the morning that is, have been on a pretty strict
exercise regiment the last year." I put my hands on my hips and could feel
my erection jutting out in my shorts. It was obscene, but it wasn't like
there was much room for me to hide it.

He paused and pursed his lips as he looked me up and down. "Yeah, I can
tell you're not a novice. You're too ripped and defined," he added
appreciatively. I was proud of my body and in particularly felt sexy
standing before this guy buff and tanned from the summer. His complements
only made my chest swell out and my cock twitch.

"Nothing like you," I added.

Again, we stood silently staring at each others' bodies. Two jock runners
sizing each other up in lust. "You're bigger, that's all. Meatier. You work
what cha got, you know?"

I nodded, then he added, half under his breath. "Look, buddy, do you want
to go let off some steam? I'm horny enough to fuck a hole through a cement
wall right now."

His directness shocked me, but turned me on, too. "Yeah, me too," I barely
croaked. He smiled in response.

"Know where Oakview Court is?" One of the condo-filled developments halfway
between there and Norfolk proper. I replied I did. "1249 Oakview. 15
minutes. OK?"

"OK, man," I said, pulling my pockets back to signal my aching hardon. I
don't know what possessed me to be so bold, but it was appreciated by Navy
man, who grinned and nodded. "God, can't fucking wait, buddy," he intoned
in his deep Southern accent.

I found it no problem, and the man was waiting there leaning against his
car. "Glad you came, was worried you'd back out," he greeted me.

"Why?" I asked as I got out of my car. It was nearly 9 now and the heat of
the day was peaking through the morning haze.

"A lot of young guys freak out. You're pretty young aren't you? 18? 19?"

I considered lying, but didn't. "Actually, I'm 17."

"You're shitting me? 17, Christ! Man, well at least you got the body of a
22 year old. And a dick of a horse."

The A/C felt great on our overheated bods as we stepped in. He turned to me
with that intense look in his eye and circled his arms around my naked
upper body.

"You're incredibly hot, you know that?" he said more than asked as our
heads turned in tandem and our lips parted. It had been a couple of months
since I'd kissed another guy and realized instantly how much I'd missed it,
even amid the summer of regular blowjobs and handjobs I'd gotten. This
lacked the deep emotion I'd felt with my buddy Paul, but it was no less
intense. I'd just met this guy, didn't even know his name, but we stood
there and shared the bond of male desire, burning and insistent. On that
level, at least, we knew each other profoundly.  Besides, this guy knew how
to kiss. Every caress of his lips and move of his tongue worked me up.

His bedroom was typical guy bedroom, there were even Penthouse magazines
strewn on the floor. I kicked one and made a joke about it.

"Yeah, my fiance hates them, but she's outta town, so hey..."

"Your fiance?" I asked as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hairy legs
spread apart.

"Yeah, I'm engaged. She doesn't have this, though," he growled as his hands
attacked my engorged cock, still trapped in my running shorts. Navy man
fondled me, feeling the full contour of my genitals before pulling my
shorts down. Even fully excited, I'm a big enough boy that my meat rarely
stands up higher than a 45 degree angle from my abs. So its heft landed
down on the man's handsome face with a plod. As he tongued the base where
my balls attached to the shaft, my prick surged a little and leaked a
lot. I looked down and even I was impressed at how my dick seemed to cover
half his face.

His hand circled my cock and he licked at the pisstube running the
length. I don't remember being so excited, at least not since my time with
Dan. "Mind I take my time with this beauty? I don't know when I'll get
another chance at a fucker like this," he muttered before licking the
cocktip with swirls of his tongue.

"Take all the time you want, guy," I replied. "Only if you keep making me
feel as great as you're doing now, you can swing on this puppy any time you
please."

He backed up slightly and slurped the excess spit back into his
mouth. "Careful kid," he growled through gritted teeth, "I may take you up
on that." He leaned back and guided my fully engorged staff downward until
the corona of the head nestled behind his top lip.

When he closed his lips and sucked, it sent another wave of pleasure
coursing through my being. Impatient, I flexed my hips and pushed a couple
of inches inside. His oral cavity was hot and wet, and it was matched by
his cocksucking skill as he stretched his jaws open to accommodate my
width.

Fuck, did it look hot sinking my bone to that sailor. Big, wide honker
pushing in, centimeter by centimeter, wedging its heft into his craw. I'd
meet resistance, back off a second, even withdraw a little, then push forth
again, spearing the Navy man's hot gullet.

They didn't make them any finer than this either. Buff, masculine and in
his prime, he hunkered down for his duty. I was insistent, feeding him more
double-wide cock until my furry nuts bounced against his dimpled chin. I
was home.

Appreciatively, I ran my hands all over my stud cocksucker, feeling the
bristle of his close-cropped hair, and massaging the firm delt muscles that
were twitching like mad as Navy man struggled to get all the air he could
through his nasal passage. I decided to give him a break and slowly
extracted my cockmeat from its new home. I stopped just as the exposed
flared head breached the entrance, making contact only with his laving
tongue.

"Fuck!" he muttered as he sucked in air. I gave him a second and pushed
back in. This time it went in smoothly, quickly, and deep. I blessed my
luck in finding not only one of the hottest men in Virginia Beach, but a
pro dickeater as well.

"There you go, buddy," I cooed, starting a gentle sway of my hips to start
a face fuck action. I don't know the effect on him, but it was like manna
for my dick. All those fumbling adventures in the park had nothing on
this. The suction, the wetness, the tight confines all drove me mad. I
fucked harder, and now the hardness of my lower abdomen was butting against
his forehead like a medieval battering ram. I could only guess the damage
my own manrammer was doing to his tonsils.

But he took it, crouched, willing and ready. I wondered if he'd been on his
knees in front of some lieutenant or major before, wolfing down superior
cock. I thought of my Dad, ordering around his ensigns, spreading his legs
so that the white material of his uniform trousers stretched til large
hairy knuckles dragged along the ridge trapped beneath, unzipping the gates
holding back the officer's manhood.

Fuck! I thought, pulling myself back from the brink of orgasm and hissing
in air as this real life sailor competed favorably with the fantasy. "Suck
that hog..." I groaned, "deeper..." I was feeding off my own heightening
desire, plunging in. My balls were wet from the spit that ran down his
chin. My knob wedged deeper and tighter into his throat. My thrusts became
faster and harder.

Without warning, my lock breached and my balls pumped their wad. I could
tell the injections were thick and copious by the gulping, choking sounds
he was making. Quickly, I pulled out and grunted as the rest of my
ejaculate sprayed over his upper bod. Jesus, it felt like my balls were
turning inside out.

I looked down and surveyed the aftermath. My white juice clung to his chest
and neck, a lot of it, too. Further down, I saw his shorts pulled down, and
his pud enwrapped in his palm. Sometime in the process, Navy man had shot
off to, and I felt proud of the fact.

"You sure took a fast ride, big boy," the guy smiled as he wiped the spit
and cum from his face.

**********

That's how it went for the next month. Not every day, but pretty often,
we'd meet at the boardwalk, finish our jog, and go back to his place, where
he'd Hoover my meat like nothing else. We had to cool it when his fiance
was staying over, but even then later my cell phone would ring, and we'd
arrange an afternoon quickie. And the thing was, I never got bored. This
man - Kevin was his name, and I found out he was a Chief Warrant Officer -
turned me on so much, and his cocksucking was so good, I boned up the
minute I saw him.

One night, on my evening off work, I was sitting in my bedroom watching the
tube when my phone rang.

"Hey, Big Boy," he greeted in a not-normal voice. Of course by now, he knew
my name but playfully called me Big Boy any chance he could.

"What's wrong, Kev?"

"Jess and I broke up." Of course the news was not complete surprise, but I
still had sympathy.

"Wanna talk about it, buddy?" I offered.

"Can you come over?"

It was only 8 and I had no pressing plans that evening. "Sure, be right
over."

You could tell Kevin was worked up, but he smiled when he opened the door
and saw me.

"Thanks, Jim, you're a real bud. Come on in." I wanted to ask why he didn't
ask any closer friends to come over, but then again, I already knew. He
offered me a beer and we sat down to watch the Braves play the Cardinals.

"You like baseball?" he asked.

"Yeah. I play it."

"No shit?"

"Really? Varsity team, scholarship bound, all that crap. Pretty good at it,
I'm told."

"Well fuck me!" he laughed, shaking his head. "Bet you're the top at it,
all right. You know, I barely know ya, don't I, Jim?"

"'s all right. I barely know you, I guess." We both sipped our beers and
silently watched the game some more.

Finally, he blurted. "Man, Jim, why I'm a such a fuck up?"

"Whadda mean?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant.

"Can't keep a relationship going, cause she thinks I'm too emotionally
distant and she's fucking right. And the first thing I can think about
after she dumps me is how bad I want to call some high school kid over so I
can suck his dick."

"Well, if I shouldn't be here..." I started, a little peaved. I motioned to
get up, only his firm hand positioned itself in the middle of my chest and
held me still.

"Sorry, Jim, I didn't mean it like that. It's just... well I gotta work
some shit out, but I appreciate you coming over like you did."

"Sure," I hesistated.

His hand smoothed the cotton of my T-shirt til his fingers began to trace
my sensitive nips. "And I hope we can continue to have some fun this
summer."

I nodded and guided his hand down the ripples of my stomach til it rested
on my plumped-up cock. "I guess you can guess Big Boy's answer, can't ya?"
I teased.

His look of concern widened into a huge smile and he leaned forward to kiss
me. We made out on his coach, slowly and intently, and it felt
wonderful. Usually our sessions were hot and fast, this time it built up
slowly as we took the time to explore each other.

"Think you can stay the night, Jim? I need it, bud."

"Sure, man," I said cutting off his reply with a kiss.

We made our way back to his bedroom, where slowly and silently we
stripped. Somehow his muscled junior officer body looked even more
magnificent in the yellow incandescent light. His dick was raging and
erect, which made me feel like a million bucks peeling off my clothes. I
ran my hands over my bare muscles, both to show off to him and to examine
what was turning him on. I had to admit that for a guy my age, my build was
surprisingly developed and mature. My conditioning had paid off.

When we met on the bed and kissed it was electric. Our bare flesh radiated
heat and rubbed smoothly against each other. Dicks batted against one
another like two steel swords clashing in battle. Our bellies were becoming
moist with the sap of our pre-ejaculate. Finally, with an urgent pull,
Kevin grabbed my wrist and pulled it downward. I thought he was leading me
to his genitals, so I grasped the tumescent stalk, then the testicles
hanging tight against it. But he pushed further down between his legs. I
took the hint and pressed onward, running my fingertips along the ridge of
his perineum. Kev sucked in a deep breath and arched his back. His
powerful, hairy legs spread and soon the pads of my fingers were tracing
the contours of his rosebud. It was tight and dry, but Kevin reached over
into the night stand and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

"Put out your fingers," he commanded. I complied and felt the cool gel rain
down my digits. I moved them back in place and applied the viscous fluid to
his sphincter.

"Yes, that's it," he groaned, pulling his head up to look intently at what
was going on between his legs. "Ever fuck anyone, Jim?"

"Not a guy," I answered.

"If you think you can take it easy, Big Boy, I want you to have a go at
it."

He laughed as my fat cock pulled up off of its resting place on his
thigh. This was a fucking dream come true.

"Just be sure to grease that monster up. It's been a while since I've taken
it that way."

"Yes Officer," I mock-saluted, my cock even more rigid than my posture. I
grabbed the tube and slicked up my prick til it glistened in the low light
of his bedsight lamp.

"Wow," was all Kev said as he eyed my erection as I gripped his legs,
spread them apart and settled in place.

I pushed down my rigid shaft until the round head butted against the drawn
gates guarding his rectum. I pushed gently to make in indent and nestle the
prickehad enough to stay put without my hand on it.

And I held still.

"Oh, Jesus, you're huge, Jim. I got a regular horsedicked baseball stallion
ready to fuck me. You want all that meat in there don't cha? I can feel it,
my hole's opening up. Ungh! It's cleared the ring, buddy. Feel it?"

I nodded, sweat now forming on my brow and my chest heaving in heavy
breath.

"Yeah, you do. Your first manfuck's the best, ain't it? Oh shit, you're
driving it in now, pushing it... that's cool, bud. Just take it easy. We
got time. That ass is yours buddy. Big Boy knows that. He's fucking taking
it right now. Another goddamn fat fucker inch of yours."

He was doing most of the talking, but I was feeling it too. Nice, tight
crevice for my overheated prick. The bass quality of his voice made it all
the hotter. That and the sight of the hunky young officer splayed back
before me on the bed, his will rising up only to be conquered by my
invading cock inches.

I pushed in, me more confident now, him more relaxed. He wrapped his legs
around my waist now longer defensive. My cockhead ran along a bump inside
his guts, and he went wild grinding his ass into the sheets and attacking
my neck with his mouth. Best of all, his butt opened right up. Accepting
and eager to be bred. We connected and mated like two men looking to
express what we still couldn't say in words.

I still had a lot to learn about sex I guess. Each time I thought it
couldn't get better, it did. Kev was right, that first experience fucking a
man was just incredible. But that wasn't it. It was finally dawning on me
that sex was more than getting off and blowjobs in the park, it was about
getting inside the other guy's head, even if only for the moments of the
act itself. As I pounded my cock in and out of the tight wetness of his
masculine hole, I knew Kevin's deep-seeded need and he understood my
longing. When I was ready to blow, I didn't have to announce it. Just held
on tight to his shoulders, shoved in and spermed his guts with enough force
to make him see stars.