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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 18 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (ail) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn’t make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: ail. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART THREE: MEXICO Chapter Eighteen Mexico, Day 3 I slept in the following morning and felt sluggish as hell when I woke up. Without opening my eyes, I chose to lay in bed for another 10 minutes, hoping the low throb in my temples would die down soon. I finally roused, raising my head to drowzily look at the bedside clock before I realized I was once again alone in the king-sized bed. I rolled back into the sheets and groaned groggily into my pillow. Ugh, 9 a.m. I decided I’d better get up. Unsurprisingly, my hangover did little to stop my morning wood though. Not an unusual occurrence, but I wondered if being here with Dad was ramping up my body’s normal libido. I felt my neglected prick throb against the crease of my thigh in the pouch of my boxer briefs as I slowly sat up. Now that I was upright, my head pounded. That much tequila was a bad idea. Noticing the silence, I turned and looked out onto the sun-drenched balcony. Dad wasn’t in bed and I could tell that he wasn’t out there either. He might be getting breakfast like yesterday morning, I thought. I got up and walked sluggishly into the spacious bathroom, turning on the light as I squinted my eyes. I rooted through Dad’s toiletry bag to see if he’d packed any aspirin. He had, of course, and I popped two in my mouth, followed by a whole bottle of water which I chugged in one go. I managed my morning erection down to a pliable enough state to take an especially long morning piss. At the sink, I splashed my face with cold water to wake up. I looked at myself in the mirror as I dried my face, my messy blond hair, my tired blue eyes. Holt missed one debaucherous party last night, that’s for sure. I stepped back into the empty room with my toothbrush in my mouth, now really wondering where Dad was at. I looked about the room, then noticed on the desk, handwriting on a paper pad – Dad had left a note. “Sleep in, Slugger. Went to get a workout in at the pool.” I should have guessed. I figured I’d give myself a minute to fully rouse, then go down and join him. I set down the stationery pad and noticed the small paper bag with the postcards I bought yesterday for Jack and Holt. I went back into the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth before quickly slipping out of yesterday’s briefs and putting on my navy blue swim trunks, flip flops and a T-shirt. I grabbed my wallet, shades, and hotel key card off my night stand. I flung a towel over my shoulder and picked up the postcards and hotel pen before heading out the door. Fuck, this headache needs to go, I thought as I slipped on my shades and entered the elevator. I knew I could grab a cup of coffee down in the lobby, but I wouldn’t be up for much of a breakfast that day. Dad was still swimming laps when I got down to the nearly empty pool area. I couldn’t see his face as he freestyle swam, but his large muscular body, especially his back and arms, made it known it was him. I saw Dad’s towel thrown over a lounger as I took a seat at a table nearby. I sipped my hot coffee with cream and set out to write two postcards: “Hey LCDR, Thought I’d send something your way for a change. I’m sure Dad already told you, but we’re here in Cancun for spring break. Sorry to say, but California has nothing on the beaches here. I’ll make sure Dad and I have a beer for you. Hope you’re doing well. – Jim.” “Holt, Cancun is everything I thought it’d be. We could really get into some drunken shenanigans if you were here, buddy. No lie, even ran into some guys from UVA down here. Don’t mean to rub it in. But hope you’re having fun back in Virginia. Honestly, I might be back before this gets to you. – Jim.” I went back inside to the concierge desk to buy some stamps as the attendant said they would mail off my postcards for me. When I walked back out to the pool, Dad was just getting out, walking towards the lounger and his towel as the water ran down his large frame. His thick and salt-and-peppered hair was dripping as his normally side-swiped bangs curled against his forehead. The water matted his dense fur to his skin in dark swirls, his body hair outlining the grooves in the middle-aged muscles of his chest, arms, and core. His lycra swim trunks, though form-fitting before, looked even tighter as I could clearly make out the shape of Dad’s long, but soft cock as the pouch bulged heavy between his thick legs as he walked. “Someone’s finally awake.” Dad grinned, watching me approach as he smiled handsomely, daubing his hairy, built body with his towel. I swear he was flexing just a bit under my stare. I probably seemed like a pissy teenager, but I know I gave a scowl in proportion to my hangover as I kicked off my flip flops, wiggled out my T, and took a seat in the lounger next to Dad’s before I laid back into a comfortable position. I groaned with relief as I settled back, glad to be laying down again as I waited for my headache to subside. I flung an arm over my forehead as I let the other hang at my side. I turned to look at Dad as he chucked at me to himself, his smile denoting that he knew I was still dragging from last night. “How long have you been swimming?” I asked. It had to be nearly 10:00. Dad tossed his towel back over the lounger next to me, his brawny body and dark hair still slightly damp, making his muscles glisten under the morning sun as he stood over me. Clearly, he was in a cheery mood. “My normal half-hour routine. I spent most of the morning reading and just enjoying being on vacation.” He picked up a bottle of sunscreen at his feet and squirted a dollop into his palm before applying it to his chest, his hand moving in large circles, cupping his heavy pecs as his chest hair swirled into new patterns under his fingers. “Figured you could use the extra sleep.” I grunted an affirmative response as I felt like I could easily just close my eyes and take a nap until noon. *** “How you feeling, Slugger?” Dad asked as I stirred, slowly waking up from my midday nap in the sun. I lazily opened my eyes from behind my Ray Bans as I laid on my back, reclined in a beach lounger in nothing but my navy blue, mid-length trunks. I had one arm behind my head as a pillow, the other draped across my stomach. My father had been reading his book in his lounger as I had fallen asleep next to him, listening to the rhythmic sound of gently lapping ocean waves. We had moved from the pool to the private hotel beach where we’d spent much of the late morning and early afternoon, taking it easy in the partial shade of our umbrella and the surrounding palm trees. We even had a casual lunch in our trunks at the hotel’s poolside bar-restaurant. I shifted on the beach lounger, stretching my legs as I came to. “I think I’ve slept it off,” I said, lifting my shades to rub my eye with my fist. This wasn’t the worst hangover ever, but the sluggish feeling and pounding headache were just about gone. I had been feeling loads better by noon but chose to stick with a light lunch. It was 2:30 now, and after some lazing about and dozing in the sun, I was starting to shake the cobwebs off and finally feeling like myself again. Refreshed from my nap, I took in the sight of Dad lying almost naked beside me. He had one knee up, his small book resting against his colossal, hairy thigh. His chest protruded in a heavy rounded mass, covered in now dry hair that seemed to hover just above his skin, giving his chest even more volume. While Dad may have had my abs in his youth, his core was still solid, hinting at the slabs of muscle underneath as his mat of brown hair ran down under the band if his lycra trunks. I noticed how his bouldering biceps and shoulders seemed to flex, even as he held his book and turned the pages. I liked the strength of Dad’s profile behind his sunglasses, his hard brow, his Aquiline nose, his thin lips, prominent chin and strong jaw. Fuck, it made me wonder why Dad was still single. “I was thinking of a beer. If you want to pass, I’d understand.” Dad’s baritone voice shook me from my thoughts, the timbre calm and relaxed as he finally looked up from his book. It was still early in the afternoon, but I was enjoying being in vacation mode. And more than that, I enjoyed seeing Dad in vacation mode as well. “Nah, I’ll have one. Let me get these,” I said, lazily getting to my feet and bending over to fish for some cash out of my wallet. “This might be the first time my son has bought me a drink,” Dad smirked behind his shades as he settled back into his lounger. I winked at him, sliding my feet into my surfer-style flip flops and giving him a mock salute before I strode off towards the cabana bar in little else but my trunks and sunglasses. I felt Dad’s eyes on me, just as mine had been on him yesterday. Even when I returned, cold bottles in hand, he seemed to be intently watching my jock body. Although I kept my libido in check in this public space, the hefty bulge in my trunks also left little to the imagination as they rode low on my hips. My Adonis belt finally starting to come back, the lines of muscle drawing the eyes to the bouncing heft between my legs. Behind my sunglasses, I watched Dad eye me in with appreciation that bordered on desire. His obvious stare made my posture go upright as I unconsciously puffed my chest out as I returned to our loungers and plopped the beers between them in the sand. We hadn’t had sex yesterday, nor this morning. I decided I’d let Dad take the initiative on that. And if it happened, great, if not, great. Besides, this morning, working through my hangover, I probably wasn’t in the randiest mood anyway. A lazy day on the beach with a beer sounded like it was just my speed. Only now, I wondered if Dad was feeling as horny as I thought, reading his glares and smiles. He didn’t make any overture to suggest he wanted something to happen, but his eyes seemed to look at me more intently. I looked at him too from behind my dark sunglasses, looking at Dad’s nearly naked and bronzing hairy body, just barely covered in his slim trunks. I watched Dad swig at his beer, entranced by the way his hard and thin lips pursed at the bottle, the way his thick jugular bobbed with each guzzle. I quietly tried to look away, bringing my knee up to hide my rousing erection in my small trunks, trying not to overdo it with the sly stares. One beer became two. We’d just enjoyed some quiet time on the beach earlier, but now the conversation flowed easily – big stuff, small stuff… Navy stuff, school stuff. Dad filled me in on Norfolk news and the Navy parents of some of my old high school friends. I wasn’t too surprised to hear that a lot of my old teammates’ families had moved out of Norfolk, parents getting stationed at different bases all over the world. It reminded me of my old high school buddy, Pete. His dad was a commander, not someone Dad worked with directly. But I suddenly remembered that day when Pete told me he was moving to San Diego when his Dad got new orders, him waiting on my porch, our first and only kiss. I suddenly felt bad for not keeping in touch with him like I should have. And I felt a little sad that the Norfolk I remembered growing up was no longer there. The times hanging out with my Maury Commodore teammates at our favorite pizza parlor felt like the distant past. Just the march of time, I figured. I pushed it all aside as I reminded myself where I was, and who I was with. Dad listened as I talked about baseball, how school was going, and a little about my old high school baseball team, and Pete. I’d talked to Dad pretty regularly since going off to college, and he knew I was planning on declaring a Commerce major, which was UVA’s version of a Business degree. We talked about my classes and the requirements I had next semester. “I’m thinking of doing an Econ minor, too,” I said, smirking as I felt the light buzz beginning to settle in. “I figure if it’s too hard, I can just get John to help me.” Dad laughed with his beer bottle against his lips. “You’ll do fine, Jimbo.” We finished our beers as the sun had moved behind the large hotel. “You’re looking a little sunburned from your nap. Whaddya say we shower up?” Dad proposed. “Looks like you’re finally over that hangover. Maybe we can go out for another drink before dinner.” I told Dad that it sounded like a great idea. And as we gathered our stuff, I began to wonder if all Dad’s fervent stares and smiles, eying me up all afternoon, if it all must have just been my imagination. şişli travesti Both of us were still half naked as we walked back into the hotel, and it didn’t help that as we made our way back to the room, it was very much a normal father-son dynamic between us. Dad took his shower first and came out fifteen minutes later, white hotel towel around his solid waist, his brown and greying hair combed in a neat part with his face freshly shaved. His chest and torso had mostly dried and his damp fur had started to go fluffy just above his skin. “Nothing better than a shower after the beach,” he said as he grinned and walked past me. “It’s all yours, Slugger.” Once in the bathroom, I stripped down, sliding my trunks down my legs and standing freshly naked in front of the enormous mirror. I felt my dick plump up immediately in the cool air and watched my arousal in my reflection. I considered stroking out a quick one, like I did yesterday. The very idea I might get off made my thick rod quickly stand out straight from my patch of blond pubes. I gave my heavy and needing dick a slow stroke, my fingers catching just under the flared and sensitive head. My breath hitched as I felt how on edge I really was. I knew I was horny when I got hard that quickly, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to pound one out, especially after seeing Dad mostly nude all day. But I held off. I could jerk off tomorrow, if need be. And it would probably be a more satisfying cum. I started my shower and slowly my erection went down to something normal but not quite soft. I wrapped and knotted my white towel around my waist when I was done showering and shaving, I combed my damp hair back with my fingers and stepped out into the hotel room. I expected Dad to be dressed for dinner, but instead he was sitting in the large comfy chair in the corner of the room, gently reclined in nothing but his towel still around his waist as he had one foot up on the ottoman. His grey eyes looked soaked with lust, his mouth firm as he parted his lips at the sight of me. He had his hands in his lap and I could tell a firm heavy penis hung down his thigh, making a clear and outlined shape from beneath his towel. The erotic sight stopped me in my tracks as I gripped my towel in one fist. My mouth hung open just a bit as I gasped in surprise. My blue eyes widened, taking in the sight of my nearly naked father, his hungry eyes all over me as I watched one of his large hands gingerly glide up his hairy torso, fingers raking his skin through his dark body hair as they finally gripped the mound of his equally hairy chest. I gulped as I watched his other large hand easily undo the plush white towel around his waist and pull it to the side like a flap. I audibly panted as his enormous cock rose up steadily from his densely hairy crotch. His prick, already most of the way there to hardness, thickened as I could see his foreskin opening and stretching around the wide and flared head, half concealing it as I swear I could see the whole phallus twitch under my gaze. I watched Dad slowly grip his dick with his thick fingers and give the veined shaft a couple slow strokes, making the hood of his cock roll back and forth over the shiny purple head. Very soon, that 10-inch tool was standing up obscenely from his hairy crotch, resting against his hairy, solid stomach as Dad caressed the tubular underside. He was like me, I reasoned, growing hard quickly when horny. “What do you say, Slugger?” he asked, his voice gravely and low as he looked down at his hard cock and then at me with his darkening grey eyes. “Oh, fuck yes,” I hissed with no hesitation and nimbly undid the knot of my towel, letting the downy cloth fall heavily to the floor. I was now completely nude in front of him and my dick was already getting rock hard and rigid as it stuck out in front of me, hefty and eager, pointing towards him like a divining rod. I made a tentative step toward him, but he spoke up. “Stand right there,” he urged as he nudged his chin upwards, towards me, his hand still wrapped around his fat dick. “Yes, sir,” I replied in a happy tone as I stopped in my tracks. I rubbed my neck, my other fingers sliding down my abs and into my dark blond pubes, splaying around the base of my 8-inch cock as it bobbed heavy and free. I felt particularly exposed to his acute gaze as he examined my body with slow sweeps of his eyes, his tongue peeking behind his lips, tilting his head as he continued to slowly stroke his uncut cock. I looked down at myself. I’d gotten a nice tan color that day but the skin on my shoulders and face were showing some pinkish burn as well. But I saw that I was now sporting a tan line around my waist and upper thighs, the band of skin circling my groin still creamy and pale. I looked back up and let out a tiny smirk, mostly to myself as I enjoyed Dad ogling me as he touched himself. “Turn around, son,” he said. His deep voice was commanding but not harsh as he eyed my groin. I slowly turned around, turning my head back as I noticed Dad’s lascivious stares out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know exactly what view he had of my backside, but my muscular development was fairly even and I was proud standing there as he openly admired my body. I found myself flexing my back and glute muscles slightly, not trying to show off, but to be at my best for my father’s inspection. “OK,” he said, and I turned back around, my dick now heavy and dense as it swung with me. His bluish gray eyes were lustful, but everything about my father right now was the hottest, most sexual sight I could imagine. His hard jaw, his muscle, his fur, his big erect Dad cock, his military officer posture, even seated. “You’ve grown into an incredibly attractive young man, Slugger,” he said with a matter-of-fact tone as he caught my stare. “God, Dad,” I cried, lust and emotion boiling over in me. I wanted to go to him. To kiss him, to feel him, to suck him. But he was running this show. I didn’t know how many men my father had been with, but his experience in sex was clear, and I wanted to learn from him. So I just stood there, my hands now balled into fists at my sides. “We played by my rules yesterday, Jim,” he said, his intense expression forming a slight smile on his hard lips. He stood up on thick hairy quads, leaving his towel behind in the cushioned chair as his large erection seemingly led the way. “Today’s about you, Jimbo. Anything you want to do today?” God, there were about a million different things I wanted to do with Navy Captain, Robert McGrath. But if I had to pick one, I knew immediately what I’d choose. “You know I’m going to respect your boundaries, Dad,” I started, eyes locked with his as I let my hand glide over my sculpted chest, gripping my opposite shoulder as I took a deep breath. Fuck, I wanted this so bad, I couldn’t believe I was about to vocalize it. “But … if you fucked me, I’d be the happiest man on earth.” It was Dad’s turn to let out a sigh as I watched a wave of release roll over his face and down his muscles. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Slugger,” his reply came deep and soft, almost inaudible. His own dick seemed incredibly hard now too as I watched it jump at his words. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned in surprise as my stare melted in disbelief. Was this going to happen? Dad stepped toward me. “I want you to tell me the truth, Jim. You done this before?” “Yes, sir,” I said. Dad nodded, taking in the information as his gaze scanned down my body before locking his eyes on me once more. “Get on the bed then,” he said, nodding at the mattress behind us. I stepped away from him, taking the few steps backwards, our eyes never leaving each other as I took a seat and then crawled back on the bed. The crisp bedding was cool against my hot, sun-tanned body as the air filled with the sound of cotton brushing against skin. Dad watched me, still gently stroking his now solid 10, uncut inches as I finally lay back, resting on my elbows as I knew the look in my eyes beckoned Dad to me. I watched Robert Andrew McGrath, USN CAPT, approach, big cocked and sure of his ability for what was about to happen. I had jacked off to some version of this fantasy so many times, but this exceeded any masturbatory thoughts by far. I even felt my dick spurt out a spritz of clear precum against my abs as Dad knelt onto the bed at my feet. My breath grew heavier as Dad planted his hands next to my knees. I softly gulped, feeling the weight of Dad’s body press into the mattress around me as he crawled over me slowly. I actually whimpered, feeling the head of his heavy dick smear a trail of slick up the inside of my thigh until he finally slid his hot nude body on top of mine. He let his weight rest over me as our legs tangled and our aching dicks pressed against one another. Dad’s mouth sought out mine, dragging his lips and breath against my neck and jaw until he met me for a slow but deep kiss. I eagerly opened my lips for Dad’s commanding tongue. God, I loved my father’s body. My hands gripped his sides just above his waist as his fingers explored my arms. I felt his body hair, now softer in its normal dry state as Dad ground his hairy muscles against my smoother skin. I gripped Dad tighter around his waist, holding him to me as Dad’s tongue probed slowly into my moaning mouth. This was like our first kiss in feeling and intensity, his masculine taste and his virile scent. What surprised me is that we were able to kiss so softly, so slowly while so clearly being sexually turned on. Dad was leaking like crazy out of his foreskin and my cock dribbles were painting his dick and both our bellies with clear slime. Dad finally broke the kiss and leaned up on his thick arms, looking down at me with searching eyes and wet lips. “You sure about this, Jim?” he asked, though I could see that he was trying to reign in his lust just in case. I ran my hands up his sides, over his shoulders, and then around his neck as I ground my groin into his. “Yes, sir,” I hissed. “Never surer in my life,” I replied. “Good. Just making sure,” he said with satisfaction and a horny smirk as he knelt up and sat back on his thighs. My hands fell from his neck, fingers raking his chest before letting my arms fall over my head as I watched Dad kneel between my spread thighs, his upper body somehow looking bigger, his shoulders wider and his chest bulkier as he looked down at me as I laid beneath him and waited for his lead. Dad’s large hands gripped my tight waist before him, his rough touch caressed down my hips on either side of him. He gripped my muscled thighs, bringing my knees up as he lifted my legs. Dad held my eyes with his deep lustful stare as I helped, my ams coming up to grip my knees and pull my legs back and to my chest. I felt my thighs spread, revealing to Dad my most intimate part of my body. Dad let out a deep exhale as he looked down at me with hard lust, his eyes sweeping passed my achingly hard cock and jostling balls, over my blond fuzzy taint and onto my exposed, deep pink hole. Dad let out a low growl as I felt one of his hands glide down the back of my thigh. My father’s hot fingertips traced across the sensitive skin between my legs, sliding against my high inner thigh and finally brushing the soft hairs around my hole and in my cleft. “I’ve been admiring your ass all day,” he admitted, looking back up at me as his thick finger ran right over my puckered rosebud. The heat and touch made my hole twitch at the pad of his finger. I bit my lip and tried to hold in my soft moan. “Fucking perfect,” Dad said just under his breath as I felt his fingertip now rubbing my sealed entrance in tight circles. Dad looked back down at his working fingers on my hole, and I watched his mouth part as he drank up the sight, his eyes looking entranced as I felt his fingers add a bit more pressure, testing my tightness. I watched him get satisfaction from my body and my ass. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. My half-checked breath seemed to fill the silence in the room. After another minute softly playing with me, fingers on the edge of entering me, Dad looked back up at me with a deep need in his grey eyes. “You’ve got such a beautiful ass, Jim. I gotta taste it.” Dad kept his thumb pressed to my hole, as his other gripped the back of my leg, just under my ass cheek. He crouched down, sliding onto his stomach and holding my eyes with his as he let his hot breath blow across the skin of my sensitive inner thigh. I sat up on my elbows as I watched his magnificent, square jaw disappear behind my ballsac right before I felt his breath just above my hole and next his rubbing thumb. Dad let his tongue tease the rim of my jock hole, his oral muscle licking at my excited skin, making every blonde hair in my crevice stand on end and my ring twitch in anticipation against his digit. I heard him groan right before I felt the tip of his tongue flick at the sealed lips of my ass. As he finally made direct contact with my exposed asspucker, I thought I was gonna see stars. I broke my silence with a sharp and stuttered moan as I fell back unto the bed. Dad chuckled against my hole, his tongue and thumb now flicking at my entrance before he pushed his face in my crack. “Ugh… Dad…” I whimpered as he finally pressed his powerful, wet oral muscle against my hole as I felt the heaven of father-son analingus. The sheer thought of Dad’s lips and tongue against my hole threatened to make me shoot beylikdüzü travesti right then and there. I clenched my teeth, fighting the pleasure as I moaned at the feeling of Dad truly making love to my hole with his mouth, a prelude for what I truly wanted. At last, Dad gripped my taut butt cheeks in his wide hands and pried them apart, his fingers digging into my trench. He wedged his face and mouth harder against my entrance, and the sounds of Dad’s wet mouth licking me grew louder. His tongue circled my hole and made me cry softly and grip the linens above my head. Dad pulled back just a hair as I felt his breath and fingers on my now slickened chute. “You taste so good, son… Open up, Slugger… Come on.” His voice gravely as I felt his fingertip flick at my asslips and then slowly slip into me. “That’s it, Jimbo.” I moaned as he pulled it out and began licking up my crack in long swipes. His fingertips pulled at the skin framing my hole as Dad dove back in, this time with power and force. I let out a louder moan as I felt his now pointed tongue drill past my loosened ring and into my tighter chute. 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, his lips locked to me as I felt his jaw flexing between my glutes, working to fuck me with his tongue. “Dad, yeah… oh fuck, eat me out… get it nice and wet for your cock,” I cried as I could feel my hips gently bucking against his face, my hole now opening up, begging for more of his tongue. My cock felt like it somehow got even harder, angry with excitement and dribbling long streams of precum into my taut stomach. Jack Grant, Mr. Bryant, David, and my one-off hookup Josiah had been the only men to rim me up to that point, and Dad, amazingly, was even better at it. Like the man himself, Dad’s tongue was loving and authoritative at the same time. Dad rotated my hips up, gripping my glutes and using his strength to raise my ass off the bed for a better angle as I clenched my abs and spread my thighs even more for him. My toes pointed at the ceiling and my hands wrapped around my legs to hold them back as I felt his thick tongue slide deeper into me. Dad’s fingers dug in more fervently, thick fingers pulling the lips of my hole open as he fed me more of his tongue and spit. I watched him close his eyes, knowing that he loved this just as much as I did. And for the next ten minutes, the room was quiet except for my stifled grunts and Dad’s muffled groans mixed the wet slurps of Dad’s working lips and tongue as he went to town and I settled back for the hottest rim job imaginable. My father worked my hole to town and back, prodding and stretching it, teasing my ring till it relaxed and I felt his saliva running down my crack. The feel of his powerful hands gripping the striated muscle of my outer thighs turned me on just 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. I finally gasped as I felt Dad’s tongue slip from my now relaxed and sloppy hole. He gave it a few final licks before he leaned back and examined my now spit-slick chute. I felt my hole involuntarily pulse and clench under his gaze, drinking up his saliva with each pucker. “Fucking beautiful, Jim,” he said with slight disbelief as he dove back in to give my hole one last tongue-filled kiss. He knelt back up, stepping off the bed as I slowly lowered my legs. “Be right back,” he said with a wink and crooked smile as he disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later he stepped back into the room, his large and hefty cock bouncing with each step as he knelt back on the bed with a towel and a bottle of lube in hand. The tube of slick made me wonder if this had been a possibility all along – if Dad had anticipated or even planned this. I raised my legs once more as Dad settled back between my thighs as I saw and heard Dad flipping the cap open with a snap. He slicked his index and middle fingers before snapping the tube shut and setting the lube aside. I let out a sharp breath as I felt Dad apply the cool viscous liquid against my chute. I sighed as he circled my hole, rubbing it in like ointment as he eagerly watched his fingers work. He suddenly stopped right before I felt one of his fingers stiffen and slowly sink into me. I let out a low moan as I felt my anal ring give way, accepting this thick finger, feeling his knuckle stretch my hole as he slid into me like butter. “Very tight, son,” he said as he twisted his digit, pulling out and then slowly pushing back in. “How many guys have fucked you?” His voice was as deep as before and now the nastiness of his words, the fact that my father was saying them, sent a shiver through my horny body. He pulled his index finger from me only to be replaced by his middle finger as he steadily played with my loosened hole, alternating fingers as he waited for my response between my low and gravely moans. I was leaning back, holding my legs apart and feeling vulnerable to him as he worked his finger inside me. “Three,” I said as pleasure and need racked my voice. Dad pulled out only to now press both fingers into me. I moaned in surprised excitement at the new wider girth of his fingers and felt my innards seize at the added penetration. Dad held his fingers still as I felt my chute clench around his knuckles. Dad pulled one of my legs down, letting my calf settle into the groove between the trap and delt muscles of his shoulder. I slowly felt myself open up as he caressed my leg with his other hand, stroking up my thigh to my shin, and then back down again. “Yeah Jim, you’re gettin’ there,” he said as he felt me loosen up, resuming his fingering, sawing into me, gently stretching me open. Like his second finger, the third struggled to open me up. He took his time, though, his eyes alternating between my face and my hole. He was getting me ready with a workman-like determination. As he looked up at me, a sly smile formed on his handsome and stoic face. Almost kid-like. It surprised me to see Dad this sexually charged. “I’m getting crazy turned on, son,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief and pressing his fingers back into me as I gripped the bedding at my side, feeling Dad’s fingers slide over my knotted prostate. I gently arched my back and shuddered as Dad did it again, knowing exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed it, I needed my father’s cock. “I want you in me, Dad,” I urged as I fought to keep the need in my breaking voice in check. But it was harder to mask the deep pleading in my blue eyes. I didn’t want to seem wanton or desperate, but the reality of our fuck seemed palpable now, and my whole body shook in excitement. Dad noticed, his fingers slowing to a stop as he buried his knuckles in me. “You OK, Jim?” His voice not showing full-out concern, but his steely gray eyes tried to read what was going on with me. I nodded. “God yes, Dad. I’m just…. fuck I want this so bad.” Dad growled as he grinned back down at me. He scooted his body closer, his groin closer to the cleft between my spread legs. Dad resumed fingerfucking me, rubbing my spot as I slowly gripped my rehardening cock, moaning softly from within my chest. I shivered as I felt the hot skin and solid presence of his paternal cock soon nestle into the high groove of my inner thigh, thrusting against me and next to his fingers. “I want this too, Slugger. I want it pretty bad.” Now Dad’s eyes looked like the pleading ones. I sighed at the feeling of sticky wet precum against my sensitive skin, imagining it running over his thrusting fingers, lubing me from the inside. “I’m so hard for you, Jimbo.” Dad said with a smolder in his eyes as he slowly extracted his fingers, reveling in the feel of my smooth and slickened chute and my now stretched and ready hole. I watched my father take the lube and could hear the snap of the cap. I couldn’t see Dad’s groin behind mine, but I could tell he squirted a good deal on his long prick, coating the entire length as he methodically smeared it all the way down and to the tip. My body shook as I wondered how much experience Dad had at this. I leisurely stroked my 8 inches watching him, enthralled as I tried to keep my excitement in check. Dad wiped the excess lubricant on the towel and set the tube aside, almost methodically. Our pairing the first day in Mexico had been impetuous, even rushed. We’d been too horny from the time apart and anticipation of resuming our incestuous tryst. Now, Dad was measured, clearly turned on but taking his time. He leaned down and crawled up over top of me as my hands reached for him, wrapping around his solid core as my thighs gripped his waist. His now dipping and greased cock wedged between my cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. He slid his hands under my arms and behind my shoulders and hovered over me on extended forearms, face to face, a good nine inches above me. My aching cock was now trapped between us, pressed between my abs and Dad’s solid furry torso. His hips began a gentle and subtle grind, I could feel the prominent tube of his urethra running the length on the underside of his cock. The long and bulging ridge pressing and grinding along my cleft and over my desperate hole, lubing my entire trench. I could feel the slick coating Dad’s thick cock, but I could also feel his foreskin like a glove gliding over his steely length like a velvet sleeve against my needy entrance. I felt my nerves melting as I let a wonton moan slip from my lips. I’ve wanted this so bad. The heat was emanating from our bodies and meeting in the space between our gently heaving chests. “You know I’ll never hurt you, Slugger,” Dad said softly, a father’s and a lover’s affection in his eyes as he slowed his grinding cock to a halt. I felt his shaft pulse against my hole. I ran my hands across his flared and flexing back, around his mounded shoulder, and over his hefty chest. I raked my fingers through his dense mat of chest hair before my hand’s slipped around his thick bull neck. “I know Dad,” I gulped as I ran my fingers through his neat Navy-reg hair, my caressing fingers and vulnerable blue eyes telling him I trusted him. My longing was growing by the second, but his words had me nervous all of a sudden. My father’s cock is huge. It’d be the biggest I’ve taken so far, and I was starting to doubt my ability to handle it. Dad would only be the fourth guy I’d bottomed for. I’d taken Josiah’s big one before… but I’d been loosened up by a night of partying and beer. And even that football god didn’t compare to Dad’s battleship size. Ten inches… I felt excited but on edge. Hell, even with David’s six-incher I’d had to use poppers. Now, despite the beers on the beach, I felt very much sober and of all my senses. And I was glad: I’d had this fantasy for so long, and for my Dad’s first fuck I want to remember every second and sensation. I didn’t have poppers or beer. But I was so turned on by my father, and the very idea of him fucking me made me ready. Dad leaned down and gave me a soft, soulful kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Now that I had learned how wonderful it was to kiss Dad like this, I silently resented the previous times when he didn’t do this with me. Almost as smoothly as he’d started the kiss, he pulled off, giving me one more close and assuring look in the eyes before leaning back onto his knees. Dad grasped one of my legs, my thick baseball calf in his massive grip, holding my leg up as he let me wrap my other leg around his waist. He shifted, shuffling just a little closer in his placement between my open thighs. I felt the heat of Dad’s hot groin just before I felt the hard, hot wetness of his prick. “You tell me, Jimbo, the moment anything changes,” he said sternly, acknowledging that he knew he was much bigger than most. I nodded back as I gripped then choked my cock, too turned on to even form the words. Dad reached out with his free hand and collected some of the precum that pooled in the shallow grooves of my tense abs. I groaned as his fingers coated the outside of my hole with my own viscous wetness. Dad looked down intently and guided the tip of his cock head, finally pressing it to the puckered skin of my heated and twitching entrance. I let out an uncontrollable whine, the near excruciating anticipation clearly on my face. Dad took hold of his dick as I felt him begin to stroke his shaft. I gasped at the feeling of his foreskin gathering at the tip, kissing my coated chute as he milked his own natural fucklube onto my hole. He looked back up at me as I felt him pull back his foreskin, his fingers wrapping around just under the head. I gripped my own cock as my eyes pleaded with him. I felt him slowly rotate his greased cock head against my entrance in tiny circles as I swear I felt the slit of his cock head belch out a stream of precum, smearing me all over. “Push out, Slugger,” he said gravely, more breath than voice. It was so big, but I did as advised. His eyes were on me the whole time as I felt the slow, even pressure of my father’s dick finally push against my anus. The extra coats of lubrication on his wide fat cockhead smeared on my pucker and helped ease the way. Jesus Christ, not only was Dad long but his prick was so thick. My dad gently swiveled the head of his cock and coaxed me open enough istanbul travesti to let him in. He pressed a little bit harder, and I suddenly felt my hole relaxing, stretching wider than ever as I watched Dad’s jaw fall open as he looked down between us and watched my once tiny hole open up to swallow his mammoth manmeat. “Oh, Jimbo. That’s it… Oh fuck, yeah. Open up,” Dad gasped in lust and surprise. “Yeah… Dad… Yes, give it to me,” I cried, my face contouring with raw pleasure and unbelievable emotions as I pushed out a little bit more as Dad pushed a little harder until that magic moment when he breached my anal ring and entered my rectum. Even now, as he breached me, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Sometimes the anticipation is worse than the penetration itself, but in this case I felt a sharp sting as my father cleared my entrance. I briefly clenched my eyes shut and arched my back as I felt my hole open up and forcefully swallow Dad’s fat cock head in one smooth go. Fuck! That dick was so big. Dad held still, his breath all of a sudden heavy and ragged, clearly turned on by the act of entering me. His fingers dug into my knotted calf muscle in his grip as he held my leg up. I could feel him fighting the primal need to just sink all the way into me. “Not going anywhere, Jimbo,” Dad breathed as I felt the head of his cock jostle just inside my hole. The still seconds helped as the pain soon melted away and the pleasure and knowledge of Dad’s penetration left me suddenly feeling needy. My body and breathing began to relax as I finally opened my eyes. I let out a low moan under my breath as I felt my hole beginning to open, finally accepting Dad’s enormous girth. “Yeah, Dad…” I cooed, nodding at him. Regaining control of my rectal muscles I gripped the head of his cock in my chute, making him gasp in surprise. With one leg around his waist, I pulled his body closer to mine, guiding his hips to feed me more of that Daddy dick. He looked down, watching his fat, veiny cock slowly delve deeper and deeper into my silky depths. The excess slickness of his prick gave my ring and asswalls nothing to cling to and that cock sailed straight in, the flared head nudging against a knot of tightness three inches deep inside me. “Oh fuck!” I yelped. I wanted to brave this, no matter what it felt like, but my sudden reaction was involuntary. As soon as I said it, I got a deep fear Dad would pull out or, worse, stop the fuck entirely. But Dad didn’t retreat. It was like he’d broken in guys before. The broad head ran over my internal spot again. My dick twitched and I let out a moan of pleasure. “That the spot, Jimbo?” Dad asked with a smirk as he set my leg on his wide shoulder, my calf muscle now tensing against his trap and ear. I let out another involuntary gasp, nodding as I felt him flex his shaft, making the head of his dick press against my knotted prostate again. He chuckled at the clear pleasure on my face as he just held still and then gave gentle motions up against my internal constriction, coaxing more of my anal muscles to let him in deeper. “You’re doing good, Slugger,” he said, softly taking the chance to look down at our connection, then back up to my face. “You feel so good,” he said with slight disbelief, as he gently shook his head. His encouragement turned me on. Hell, just having him call me Slugger with his dick buried inside me turned me on like crazy. Dad leaned forward a little and I felt more of his lubed length slip inside. The penetration was more gradual now, and it felt good. I needed this. “You’re so tight,” he hissed from between his teeth. “I’m glad.” I wasn’t sure if he was glad because he liked me innocent and unspoiled or simply because my tight hole felt good on his cock. Either way, it was a simple yet nasty thing to say. My insides were fluttering and I swore I could feel every vein and bump of my dad’s dick as it burrowed forward, deeper than David or even Jack. “Yes,” I grunted, gripping his sides just above his waist. Dad smiled, pleased to see me enjoy the slow penetration and he ran his fingers through my hair, brushing my bang back from my face. His gray eyes seemed more soulful, more intense now as he looked down on me. “Like that, boy?” he growled. It goes without saying that you see a different side of your father during sex, but Dad’s personality seemed replaced by a more aggressive, hungrier side. It surprised and thrilled me. “Oh, God Yes!” I whimpered as Dad leaned over me a bit more, his other arm extending out to catch his weight as he planted his hand just under my arm. This changed the angle of his penetration as his cock rubbed all new spots. He withdrew and I felt my smooth innards cling to his departing cock. Dad stopped as the corona of his flared cock head was just about to clear my ring, and then with a strong motion, he pushed back inside me. I had no way of measuring, but I knew he had just fucked more of his length inside me. I felt alive and turned on and ready to get fucked. My father stepped up to my rising need as I felt his hips and glutes tense with more power and force, snapping back into me with another hard thrust. Then another. Each sawing motion of his meat worked me up higher. I could tell Dad was going deeper with each stroke too, but he had some length to go, as well. The pleasure built in me, then everything shifted for me. My ass just flowered up and I felt all ten inches of that Navy officer dick plow in. “Jim! Fuck!” Dad cried as his coarse pubes and furry pelvis finally pressed into my taint and cheeks. Dad was now buried to the hilt in my ass. As he bottomed out in me, his heavy sighs mixed with my moans and a numbing heat spread over my body, adding to my suntanned skin. The heat rumbled inside my guts, too, as I felt my anal muscles ripple around head and grip at his thick shaft. I gripped Dad’s tense, flexing arms, his back, whatever I could grab. “Fuck me!” I growled, almost commanding him as I pressed my fingers into his hard flesh. “Fuck me, Dad!” I didn’t care about holding back now. I was completely bored by the cock that made me and I was having the most incredible sex imaginable. Dad withdrew a few inches only to thrust excitedly back into me, all the way to the hilt, tapping his heavy sac against my ass. Dad was slow at first, with deep long plunges of that magnificent cock. “Oh, Slugger…” he groaned as I watched the sweat form on his greying temples and the chest hair grow dark with moisture. “My boy.” The fresh sound of sweaty, rhythmically slapping flesh filled the room, his solid hips hitting my ass cheeks with each hard-driving pump. It wasn’t a rough fuck, but those hips were pounding with strength and fast regularity. Drilling me over and over, and making my insides sing, Dad’s eyes on me the whole time. “Dad…” I cried, gripping his body even tighter as I felt my toes begin to curl and my balls draw up almost painfully tight against my stalk. I was so close. “Dad… I’m gonna… Ungh… Dad… Harder… Ah… Harder.” Dad angled his hips ever so slightly, the hard shaft of his cock now rubbing my prostate as he drilled into me. His face had a look of determination as I felt the pleasure reach a tipping point. “Ah… Ugh… Dad… UUNGH…” I cried as I felt my semen collect at the base of my cock, threatening to spurt out. I wanted this to last, but I couldn’t hold it back as Dad’s cock ran over my prostate in one final thrust. My senses went numb and my vision nearly blanked for a split second. That second dragged on as I suddenly felt every nerve in my fucked and stuffed hole, and then my jism suddenly feel like lava as it fired up my shaft. “Fuck! DAD! I’m Cumming… Fuck Yeah, Fuck it out of me! Dad… DADDY!” I cried as I clenched my hands around his flexing, hairy muscles. My cum immediately shot out in heavy globs smacking me in the neck and across my cheek in long pearly ropes, one after another. Like Jack Grant, Dad was fucking me through an intense hands-free cum, only this had the added taboo of our incestuous mating. I was getting the cum fucked out of me in the most spectacular way by my strong, powerful father. The man I’d looked up to most in life. “Fuck yeah, boy… get off on Daddy’s dick… Oh, yeah…,” he growled, watching me paint my neck and face in fresh spunk. The orgasm kept coming too, it was like it wouldn’t stop, even after my balls had nothing more to produce. Dad was still thrusting, as hard as ever and as my sexual fog lifted I could tell he was getting close, too. His breathing got short, his strokes just slightly irregular. “Come inside me, Dad,” I urged. “Come in your son. Give it to me, Dad… I want it….” His eyes widened and then he choked back a deep sexual cry, thrusting all the way into me. “Ugnh… UGGNHHH… Fuck.. FUUUCK!” he grunted, more loudly than I expected, as his muscular body tensed up. Almost involuntarily, I flexed my hole around his working cock as that massive prick swelled, expanding my inner wall, and unleashed his potent seed deep inside my bowels. I gasped and watched Dad’s contorted face, his tense neck and clenched eyes as it felt like a fire hose going off in my hole. His “O” face finally melted into a sated smile and he leaned down for an appreciative kiss, sharing his breath as he slipped his tongue between my lips. “Oh Slugger, that was amazing,” he said with more breath than voice. I let one hand wrap around his tensing neck as I felt his cock pulse with the final spurts of cum. I held on to him, holding his face close to mine, the man who’d just delivered the most incredible fuck I could imagine. “Uugh… fuck… That was a dream come true, Dad,” I said, grinning in disbelief as I caressed his lat muscle and stroked his hair. “You came pretty hard.” “I did,” he acknowledged, pressing his forehead softly against mine. “I better pull out before you cramp up,” my father said, his thoughtful, practical personality replacing the sex beast who’d just ravished me. I felt him slowly retract his softening cock, feeling the muscles of my chute involuntarily grip at him. “Oh Dad…” I grunted, amazed at his length as I felt the last slippery inches slip out of me. “Ugh,” I sighed as I felt hole finally close with a warm tingle as I felt sorrowfully empty but still seeded. “Fuck, Jimbo,” Dad said in awe as he looked down at his cock. “Your hole pulled my skin back over my head,” he grinned back up at me. “You were that tight.” I smiled back up at him as my hands lashed out around his neck, fingers in his hair as I pulled his lips back to mine, this time, letting my tongue slip between his lips. Dad’s tongue wrestled with mine before finally breaking our kiss. “Let’s clean you up, Jimbo,” he said as he regained his breath, giving my thigh a playful pat as sat back and scooted off the bed. I finally let my legs fall onto the bed as Dad raggedly stepped into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and fresh towel for me. I shut my eyes in stated bliss as I finally noticed the warm burn in my stretched and freshly-fucked hole. I let my fingers wander down past my cock and balls, prodding at my tender slick asslips, knowing I had Dad’s thick and heavy load in me. I had to admit, it felt good to lie there and reminisce, knowing Dad had filled my hole, just like I wanted. Even though Dad had done the physical work of our mating, I felt exhausted from the intensity of our fuck. Dad came stepped back into the room, his long and heavy hooded cock now hanging plump and rubbery between his thick thighs, watching me caress my hole for a second with an amused smirk. I looked up at him as he finally knelt back onto the bed and wiped my crack and face. “You know,” he said softly as he lay beside me on his side, his upper body raised on his folded arm. “That is my favorite thing to do with another man.” “Fucking?” I asked with a sly smile. It felt wild to say that to my father, even still, even after he just fucked me. Dad nodded. “Like we just did, missionary, face to face.” He reached over and brushed my cheek with his thumb. “How was it for you, Jim?” he asked softly. “Hope I wasn’t too hard on you.” “I can’t believe you have to ask,” I breathed, still caught up from the mind-blowing sex as Dad smiled. “OK, dumb question,” he smirked. “You came buckets” he said as he wiped a stray dollop from my cheek and brought it to his lip and sucked it into his mouth. I smiled, feeling goofily proud of the load he’d helped me produce. “That was the hottest cum I’ve ever had,” I said truthfully, stroking my softened cock as it lay across my abs. “It was up there for me, too,” he admitted. “My only regret is we couldn’t make it last longer.” “Yeah,” I said, “Sorry I couldn’t hold off.” “Hey,” he said, nudging my arm. “Not a complaint. It’s just… well, I guess we have a hard time controlling ourselves around each other.” I felt the energy returning to my body. I looked down and saw what Dad saw: my young athletic body tanned from the beach, my blond body hair getting thicker toward my pubes, and my thick cock now resting softly against my thigh. This part was amazing too, just hanging out with Dad naked and sharing the intimate space of our hotel room. My hunger was building, though. “I don’t want to kill the mood, Dad,” I said, leaning up as I propped myself up onto my elbows. “But I could use some dinner.” Dad chuckled. “I’d say we earned a nice meal.” We moved off the bed as I slipped on my boxer briefs, baseball shorts, and a T-shirt as Dad slipped into some similar casual attire. We stepped into our flip flops and gathered our wallets and were out the door, looking like any other father and son going for dinner, rather than two men who’d just had the fuck of a lifetime.
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