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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 20 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 Twenty Mexico, Day 4 The morning Mexican sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the hotel room, the golden brightness gently waking me up. I lay on my side, one hand tucked under the pillow beneath my head as the soft sunlight illuminated Dad’s half of the bed. I could feel that I was still naked between the crisp sheets as I smiled at the still vivid memories of Dad and me. I could still smell him on my pillow – virile, with a hint of his cologne. I stretched and rolled onto my back, my arms reaching over my head, the sheets sliding over my skin as I finally opened my eyes. I turned my head to find my father on the other side of the king-sized bed, sitting up against his pillow. He was fully awake and absorbed in his book. Beyond the sex, if there was any memory I would carry from this week it was the vision of him shirtless and sitting up in bed, covers over his lap and waist as he flipped through the pages of some book. He noticed I was awake and set the book down on the bedside table. “Good morning,” he said with a soft smile on his handsome and unshaven face. I thought of looking at the clock to see how early it was but decided that it didn’t matter. The sun was up, and besides, I felt well rested. “Morning, Dad,” I said as I stretched one more time, feeling the sheet pull down off my abs, revealing the golden hairs of my treasure trail as the curling stands caught the sunlight. I slid out from under the covers, naked and bare-assed with my morning hardon out in full display as I made my way to the bathroom to piss. Even after the insane sexual intensity of our previous day, actually crossing the line and fucking, father and son, this felt thrilling too, just getting out of bed naked in front of my dad. As my muscles moved and flexed just under my suntanned skin, I could tell Dad’s eyes were watching me, taking in my collegiate, athletic body just before I disappeared into the bathroom. After willing my hardon down enough to relieve myself, I looked in the mirror, twisting and flexing just a bit for myself, happy that Dad appreciated and enjoyed my body as much as I did his. I turned around in front of my reflection, turning my head to take a look at my ass. I didn’t quite have that picturesque bottom’s ass like the guys in my porn scenes. My butt was fuller and a bit more muscular, but it still had a round shape and dimples on each cheek. I lifted one knee up on the counter, pulling my cheeks open to reveal my deep and lightly blond furred tench, and my deep pink hole. I couldn’t see it very well from the angle, but my asshole looked OK. I touched it with my fingertips, rubbing gently against the warm folds. I smiled knowing I had two of Dad’s heavy loads swimming deep in there. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely felt tender from taking on Dad’s mammoth cock twice in one day. I washed my hands and face with cold water, fully waking up in the process. My blond hair was still matted down with a bad case of bed head. The sun-kissed redness on my face and body from yesterday had mellowed into a chestnut, lightly freckled tan. Everywhere, except for a white stripe of skin just below my waist, across my groin, ass, and upper thighs, that gave me a pale contrast to my vacation tan. As I stepped back into the room, I immediately noticed it – my father’s erection pulsing just beneath the thin cotton bed sheet pulled over his lap. The top edge of Dad’s dark pubes peeked out and I could clearly make out the shape and length of his phallus, the linen covering so thin, I swear I could see the flared corona of the head. Dad’s stare immediately caught mine, his grey eyes drinking me in once more as I watched his fingers lightly run up the length of his prick through the cotton sheet. I generally woke up with a boner, and today was no exception. But this image of Dad had my cock filling out and lengthening once more, bouncing with every step as I made my way back to him. Our eyes held heavy on one another as I slid back into bed. I didn’t get under the sheet but let Dad see my fully naked and aroused body as he held out his arm for me and I scooted up next to him. I felt his arm wrap around my back as my hand felt up his chest once more. Dad leaned down as I tilted my chin to his. Our mouths easily came together, his tongue delving between my lips. Dad hadn’t shaved yet and his morning stubble drove me as wild as his expert tongue. He pulled me closer, on the verge of pulling me on top of him as he led our kiss. He slowly pulled his tongue from between my lips. “You doing OK, Slugger?” he asked as we broke our kiss, my hand still traveling up his solid, furry belly and over his massive chest. “Never better, Dad. How many times you gonna ask me?” I teased, giving him a soft smile, his lips still close to mine. His free hand tentatively reached forward and touched my flank, and the soft touch of his fingertips made my skin break out in goosebumps. “As many times as it takes for me to be sure we’re doing the right thing,” he admonished. Not sternly but with a resolute statement that he was still concerned about what we were doing. “Gotcha,” I said. Dad’s fingers traveled up my obliques to just underneath my arm, and then back down to my waist. A simple, caressing motion that quickly had me fully hard. “So… I was your fourth, eh, Slugger?” he asked in a husky voice. “Fourth man inside you?” His voice noticeably going lower, more gravely. “Yes, sir,” I nodded. God, with Dad even the most normal question about my sexual history was charged with sexual taboo. The hand at my back pulled me to him as he leaned forward and kissed me again. Softer than before, the tip of his tongue danced against mine as I clung to his muscled chest and shoulder. Dad took his time, exploring my mouth with his tongue and my body with hands. I was starting to enjoy this soft approach above all the others. I was hard and leaking against the sheet stretched over his hairy thigh, letting my leg wrap around his as Dad gripped my waist and held me close to him. Dad’s lips pulled back an inch or two from mine, our breath heavy. “Thank you for letting me, Jim,” he said, his hand running along the top of my ass cheek. “I enjoyed it very much.” I reached down between us and peeled the bedsheet down off Dad’s lap like a wrapper, revealing his rigid, half-hooded cock resting very long and hard against his hairy belly. The underside was ridged with a prominent bulging urethra, the shaft decorated with veins as I could make out the corona flaring just under Dad’s foreskin. At the tip, a sheen of clear precum collected in the hood as it stretched just around the piss slit, pulsing under my stare. “Man, Dad,” I said, licking my lips, “I hope we can enjoy it more this week. It was just incredible.” Dad smiled, a loving look with a wry sexual energy behind it. “We will, Slugger… only you need to take a break. I know I’m bigger than most, and we went at it twice yesterday.” Dad gave my ass a playful tap. “Good idea,” I said with a blush. I ran my fingers along the ridge of his staff, feeling hard flesh sleeved in soft skin, as well as the heat as his dick pulsed against my touch. “You want a blow job?” I asked eagerly as I looked back up at him, finally letting my fingers wrap around his fat shaft. “Not yet,” Dad said, his arms holding me close as I stroked his cock, watching the head swell and stretch his foreskin, smearing it in sap. “Let’s just enjoy this for now,” he added with a relaxed seriousness. I nodded. Dad was teaching me how to be a more patient lover. Maybe he felt like we had to make up for our impatience the day before. My father was still reclined while sitting up, and I was half on top of him, his arms still around me. Gripping my lower back and ass, he used his Naval strength to move me even closer to him, our groins now closer. Facing me, he let his fingers slide from my ass as he reached down between us. Raking through my blond pubes, Dad wrapped his fingers gently around my hard and leaking dick. His fist not rapidly jerking me, but instead giving my cock a good grip, smearing my sap over the head and down my shaft before then starting a nice steady stroke. I tried to copy him, and tried to be aware that his foreskin gave him different sensations as I stroked on his cock. I watched my knuckles work the sleeve of velvety skin, covering and then revealing his shiny head. “Is this OK?” I asked, wanting to get the motion right. Dad smiled and nodded. “Perfect, Slugger. It’s not too fast, feels great.” Our lips met once more. Not as soft or as slow as before, but still a very sensual kiss. I let myself softly moan into Dad’s mouth and around his tongue as I felt my hips beginning to lightly thrust into Dad’s working fist. I soon had to pull back at some point to keep from getting too excited. Dad looked down at me as I bit my wet bottom lip, my eyes showing him that his handjob was working just a little too well on me. Dad intuitively slowed his hand motion on my fat stalk. “Are you a morning person when it comes to sex?” he asked, his other hand tightening around my waist, pulling my groin an inch closer and on top of his hip. “Morning, noon, and night,” I replied, making Dad laugh. “How about you?” “The same,” he said, “but especially mornings.” I chuckled. “It must have been tough for you to wait all day yesterday, then.” “Plus a whole day the day before,” he teased. “But one of us has to have some self control.” I moved my grinning lips to his as we kissed again. I felt his hand stroke me faster, his thumb rubbing rhythmically at the bundle of nerves just under the head. I broke our kiss with a soft gasp, but I kept my strokes on his dick steady. I didn’t want to trip his orgasm yet as I relished this mutual masturbation. I hadn’t done it with anyone and it felt different and intimate somehow. Dad’s nose brushed mine as he watched my facial expression closely, trying to read how stimulated I was getting. I did the same, and we broke into a smile in unison. It felt like a game between us. He looked down between us and my eyes followed his. I took in his deep chest, his furry torso and finally the massive erection that I held in my fist. I looked at Dad’s fingers, long and dusted with brown hair on the knuckles. He had stopped his jerking on me and pried my hard shaft down toward his own boner. I initially thought he was going to grip us both and continue stroking, but I watched as he angled the head of my dick against his. Was he…? Oh fuck. I looked up at Dad, gripping his chest as he smirked at me. “Hold still, Slugger,” he instructed. He held my eyes as I soon felt a wonderful, unfamiliar sensation envelope my dickhead. The new feeling washed over my face as I let out a shocked exhale. I looked down to see Dad was extending his dewy hood over my cock head. The sensational feeling was like a cross between a warm mouth sucking my cock and a familiar hand jerking me. “How’s that, Slugger?” he asked as his fingers extended his hood past the corona of my cock head, holding me in his skin. “Oh my god,” I moaned as I memorized the sight of my cock head wrapped in a natural sleeve. “I’ve seen you look at my foreskin… watched you play with it, Jim. I thought you might…” “Wow, this is…” I watched as a good inch or so of his hood stretched around my very wide prick. “Bear with me, son,” he winked again, “it’s not used to being wrapped around a piece quite this thick.” He pushed it out further, enveloping another centimeter. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed, carried away by the wonderful sensations – slow, regular, intense tightness of this new glove. It was also hot sharing such an intimate part of Dad. “OK… gently now, fuck yourself into my skin,” he instructed. I’d been so wrapped up in just the sight of us and the new sensation that I knew I wouldn’t last long at all. The smallest of movements in my hips had me rocking, thrusting my leaking head right back and forth in its new sheath. It was an incredible feeling, Dad’s cockhead nestling against mine and the stickiness of our combined sap gathering at the connection point as I could feel it start to ooze out from between Dad’s stretched hood and my rigid shaft. “You like that?” Dad asked, looking up from our docking to my face. I could tell he was pleased by my evident excitement. “Fuck yeah,” I hissed, trying to hold my thrusts shallow and steady as I clawed at his chest for support, my head on his boulder-like shoulder as I looked at him with raw pleasure. “Jesus, Dad, I wanna come…. so bad.” He looked at me squarely. “Then do it.” It was Dad’s Navy voice, ordering me like I was a junior sailor on his ship – me and the Captain. His permission didn’t make me nut instantly, but it set off my ejaculation. I could actually feel my testicles shift in their sac and my urethra pulse spasmodically. “You got me close too, Jimbo,” Dad groaned as I felt his grip around his hood and my prick tighten. One more thrust. I could feel it. “Oh, fuck… Here it comes…. oh, yeah… Fuck yeah, Dad…” I exhaled as my cock pumped several shots of morning seed into Dad’s hood. A big salvo of my sperm filled the ballooning şişli travesti foreskin, which overflowed between us. “Oh Fuck, Jimbo… Your dad’s gonna… Ugh…” Dad groaned as his skin grew tighter and my prick popped out just as his cum sprayed out, firing straight onto my lower stomach and against my still oozing shaft. Our mouths met with groans, and we rode out the rest of our orgasms in that kiss. Afterward, Dad pulled me into a half straddling position over his chest, hands gripping my waist and ass as he began lapping away at my cum-soaked crotch with his wide tongue. I gripped the headboard in front of me, biting my lip and looking down at Dad gently lap at the last drops of spunk drooling from the head of my cock. As he let me go, I returned the favor, leaning down between his legs and cleaning off his cock with my mouth, taking my time digging under the foreskin with my tongue, stretching the flesh, and kissing the glans. I could tell it was getting a bit too sensitive there for Dad, so he stopped me, hands holding my face with care as pulled his sated cock from my lips, letting it fall happy and wet against his belly. “Woah there, Jimbo. I think that’s about as much as I can handle,” he urged, his hands moving to my shoulders as he pulled me up for a final kiss, his hands gliding down my back to grip my ass cheeks as we pressed our now sated cocks together. I let my tongue dig into Dad’s mouth, tasting our melded flavor before finally pulling back. Dad smiled up at me, giving my ass one final playful slap. “Plus it’s time to start our day.” ***** I was glad I had enough foresight to pack my running shoes and gym shorts, because after three days of lazing around and drinking more than my normal share of beer and margaritas, it seemed time to put my workout clothes to use. While Dad went to get his morning swim workout in at the pool, I went out for a long run along the boulevard. The sea smelled great, and I enjoyed the view of the beach between the passing palm trees, with the sun moving over the bright blue waters. Despite the tropical humidity and morning heat, I got a pretty good run in, and it felt therapeutic on more than just one level. I used to hate running, seeing it as a necessary evil for conditioning. But at times like this, I appreciated the opportunity to think about everything. I thought about me and Dad, of course, and what all this meant for us. Dad was always pestering me to have a social life, and already he was clear he wanted me to have a dating life as well. I wanted that too, but lately I didn’t see how that would be happening anytime soon. I didn’t quite feel down with these thoughts. Instead, as I neared the end of my run, I appreciated that I was now able to think through my life choices ahead in a calm, reflective manner. I took a small cool down walk after my 3-miler, also glad that my knee was no longer giving me trouble. I may even keep up with my older brother, John, the next time he was in town. But most of all, I knew my benchwarming days were now over. After I got back to the hotel, I felt I’d earned a lazy afternoon. And in fact, that’s what was in store. I showered off and slipped into my thigh-length board shorts. I gathered up my beach stuff, sliding on my flip flops once again, and went down to the private beach where Dad was already dozing on one of the loungers behind his sunglasses. He had his book open, lying against his rising bare chest. His head was tilted to the side as he had one arm hanging off his lounger with his fingers curled in the sand. As I tossed my towel over the lounger next to him, I took in the sight of Dad in nothing but his pair of navy blue, lycra, square-cut trunks. Even soft, the bulge of his phallus was impressive as it sat caged in his trunks between his relaxed but heavy thighs as he dozed. I matched his position, reclining back as I cracked open a spy novel I had started. Dad eventually stirred awake and picked his book up again. That day, I spent more time in the ocean and more time reading than the previous days. Dad did the same, though we weren’t too chatty, other than over a poolside lunch – nothing deep, just shallow fun conversation. We just enjoyed the relaxation and quiet time. Something about our morning sex had left me in a good mood all day. I made sure to apply plenty of sunscreen and got under the umbrella when I started getting too much sun. I was probably going to be reddish and burned in spots as it was. My hair and board shorts were still damp with ocean water as I sat up in my lounger, one knee bent up as I rested the spine of my book against my thigh. My spy novel was getting pretty good. I got about five chapters in when I noticed Dad get up out of his lounger. “It’s almost 3, Jimbo. You know what that means?” He smiled, standing above me in nothing but his shades and tight trunks with his hands on his hips. “Time for a beer?” I asked with a grin. He nodded, stepping around me as he started towards the cabana bar. “Want one? I’m buying this time.” After Dad returned with cold beers, we enjoyed the coolness of our drinks as we laid back in our loungers and chatted. “You know I have to check in with you, Jim,” Dad eventually said, shifting from the small talk. “How you feeling about yesterday?” I looked him in the eye. “I loved it, Dad,” I said softly and genuinely. “Any regrets at all?” he asked as he turned on to his side, facing me and resting on his arm as he set his beer down in the sand. I looked back at him. He had taken off his sunglasses and now looked at me more intently with his stark grey eyes. “I want you to be completely honest.” “No regrets, Dad, honest,” I said, shaking my head. It was the truth, and I was glad I could communicate it to Dad. I wasn’t sure he believed me, but I think he was starting to. Still, Dad had a way of making me feel guilty. After what felt like a minute, I spoke up. “I wasn’t completely honest with you the other day,” I said. He looked at me silently, but nodded for me to continue. I took a deep breath and sighed. “When you asked how many guys I’d been with…. It’s actually closer to a dozen.” I felt ashamed as I spoke. “You know I don’t care, son,” he said quietly. “I thought you might,” I said. “I mean, you might not say anything, but sometimes you think stuff anyway.” I felt dumb and inarticulate, but I don’t think I’d ever spoken more plainly, or more from the heart, to my father. He watched me, eyes scanning my face as he carefully thought through his words. “You know… I remember telling you how much I respect your private life, and how much I expected you to respect mine… it feels harder to separate now… now that we’ve been intimate… you know… to figure out those boundary lines.” “It does,” I admitted. “I guess that’s the only tough thing for me,” I said. Dad nodded, sighing a little. He got up and onto his feet. “I need another beer,” he announced as I watched him walk off back to the bar. It seemed that Dad was shutting down the subject. It was his job, self-appointed but no less real, to police the boundaries in our incestuous affair. He wasn’t mad at me. I knew that. But I read his mood as frustrated. But as he came back he sat down on his longer instead, facing me as he handed me a fresh beer. Dad and I both took a long swig, and he brought up the subject again. “You’ve been too much of a proper young man to ask, but it’s my turn to tell you about me, Slugger,” he said, resting his elbows on his knees. He clinked his bottle with mine and took a swig. “I’ve been with about as many men as you, maybe a few more,” he said, his face tilted down as his eyes looked up at me. A dozen? I know I let my surprised reaction creep over my face. “Wow,” I said under my breath as I felt my eyes widen just a bit at his admission. His eyebrow raised in a gentle questioning expression. “More or less than you expected?” he probed. “More,” I said. It was, but my surprise was mostly due to the fact that I didn’t expect him to ever be revealing this information to me at all. Dad looked away, out at the ocean as he acknowledged my reply. I took note of his strong profile, his thick brow, deep set eyes, and Roman nose, his strong chin and square jaw, his thin lips, stubbled cheeks, and his graying temples. He was so fucking handsome, that I was also amazed that only about a dozen other guys got to be with him. He nodded, turning his attention back to me and continued. “I experimented with guys while I was at the Academy… and I was pretty wild in my early Navy days… guys and girls. Then I made a decision to settle down and marry… be a good husband to your mother and a good father to you boys. So I cooled it. For about fifteen years, until after your mother passed away.” I heard Dad’s voice change subtly. He paused. “I was lonely, and I guess I craved a physical relationship again. There was another man who saw right through me… it’s like we both really needed it. And it just erupted between us.” As I listened, distinct images filled my mind. I saw Dad on deployment, on his ship, out at sea, sitting at his desk in his service khaki uniform. I could easily remember my father in his late 30s, cutting a dashing figure as a lieutenant commander or even commander. And in my head, I could imagine an equally handsome, younger officer, Dad’s lieutenant, hunky with buzzed blond hair, kneeling in front of dad, asking permission of his superior officer. Dad nodding, just before his lieutenant opened the superior officer’s fly, fishing out Dad’s fattening uncut cock before taking him into his mouth…. “Jack?” I asked, both a question and an answer. It was at that moment when I put two and two together. The realization made me a little queasy, knowing the man who’d taken my cherry, my Jack, had been involved with my father. Dad seemed stunned, his head tilting back at my discovery as he creased his brow at me. “How did you know?” he asked with a tinge of astonishment in his voice. “Lucky guess,” I said, still a little shocked myself. I shook my head as the pieces began to fall into place. All the times Jack had accompanied Dad on base, when Jack recently got promoted, the look on Dad’s face, the times he’d been at the house, why we all came to call him Uncle Jack. “I… I don’t know, Dad. It just seems like you’re close… friends, sure. But I just sense there’s something more.” “Just friends now, Slugger,” he corrected. “I’m pretty sure you know now… Jack’s gay and, well, I just didn’t feel I could give him what he needed.” “Which was…?” Yes, I was butting into Dad’s private life, but I felt like I needed to ask. Dad’s voice was simple and direct, not overly emotional. “A relationship. A real one.” I nodded, knowing Jack deserved that. I was tempted to tell him that Jack Grant was still chasing unavailable men. But of course I had to act dumb. “This is wild,” I said. “I can’t believe you’ve dated a guy.” “Not dated,” Dad corrected me as he slipped his shades back over his eyes. “It was a physical connection…. like with us, Slugger.” His words gave me a chill. Even on that hot sandy beach, under the Mexican sun, I got a chill anytime Dad talked directly about our incest. “Oh, Dad,” I said. “Even if this only lasts this week, you’ve given me an amazing gift.” Dad smiled, and I’m sure his gray eyes twinkled behind the sunglasses. “Glad you think so, Slugger. It’s been a wild ride for me, too.” ***** It was late afternoon when we got back to the hotel room, tanned and smelling of sea water, and the A/C felt great on our hot skin. Unlike the mornings, the sun didn’t beam into our room at his hour. As I set down my sunglasses and book on my nightstand, I turned my head and watched Dad, still in just his square-cut trunks, set down his daypack on the corner chair as I took in the sight of his flexing thighs and glutes and the way his lycra-cased package bounced with so much heft as he walked. I felt my groin stir in my board shorts. I was hoping Dad would want to do something. I’d been relying on him to initiate our pairing, but as I watched his flared back muscles work as he began to unpack his bag, I decided to initiate this time. “I’m pretty horny, Dad,” I confessed. Dad turned around to face me with an amused smile on his lips. I looked down, untying the drawstring at my waist, then peeling my damp shorts off my ass and down my thighs. Now naked, I know Dad could see my deeper tan, looking more bronzed in the dim sunlight of the room. I stepped out of the pooled shorts at my feet as I felt my dick begin to swell as it swung between my legs beneath a thatch of dark blond pubes. “Is that right?” he laughed. Dad’s eyes locked on my growing dick then looked up into my face, a playful shimmer in his eyes as he smirked at me. I looked down and saw the material of his shorts stretched to what must have been capacity. The shape and size now unmistakable. I watched him hook his thumbs into his trunks and slowly peel them down his groin and thighs. That massive cock swung out heavy, slowly growing to full mast. The softer state made his hood extend and bunch up at the tip, and I marveled at the memory of our morning docking session. “We don’t gotta… but yeah, I kept thinking about it on the beach,” I said as I gripped my thickening dick in my fist as I felt up my chest with the opposite hand. Dad kicked off his trunks, making his junk sway more lewdly as we were now both naked in front of each other. “What exactly were you thinking of?” Dad asked, intrigued as his eyes swept up and met my gaze. “Oh, lots,” I said as I eyed his dick again. “But, I was thinking…. yesterday I got to pick what we did.” Dad nodded. “Yes, but it was pretty hot for me, too, Jim.” The look on his face told me that he had thoroughly enjoyed being inside me. I grinned. “Well, maybe I’ll find what you choose hot, too.” “You really want me to choose?” he asked, a slight dare in his voice as he stepped up closer to me. I could see the chestnut tan of his muscle making his chest hairs seem more clearly flecked with stray stands of silver. His face was similarly bronzed, highlighting his square jaw, roman nose, sea-swept hair, and beautiful gray eyes. “I do. beylikdüzü travesti I feel like already… already you’re showing me new things. It’s all so new and wonderful.” Dad nodded and seemed to be deciding what he wanted to do. “Anything off limits?” he asked, finally closing the space between us. I could feel the heat radiating off our bodies, and his hands felt hot as they slid around my waist, stopping right at the top of my ass. My hands reached up and palmed his hairy chest, sliding up his pecs as he pulled me closer, pressing our hardons together with light pressure. “Maybe,” I said quietly, looking into his eyes as his lips drew closer to mine. “But I trust you.” At those words, Dad latched his mouth on mine, his hands running up and then down my lats, over my ass and gripping my cheeks easily in his wide hands as he pulled me into his kiss. His kiss tasted of beer, and was horny and urgent. I let my arms and hands snake around his thick neck and bouldering shoulders. I moaned, holding him tightly as he thrust his strong tongue between my lips and I did my best to respond as an equal. Dad pulled back just as suddenly as he’d claimed that kiss and gave me a gentle swat to my butt with a slightly devious smirk. “Come on, Slugger, let’s shower up.” “Shower sex?” I asked with a smile as Dad slowly let his hands slide from my body. I’d done that twice, once with USN Petty Officer Kevin Marshall and then again with David the UVA professor, and it sounded awesome to do it with Dad, though maybe more of an ordinary choice than I was expecting. “For starters,” Dad corrected as my hands slipped off his neck as he stepped back. “I want us to take our time,” he said, his body brushing mine as he stepped around me. I muttered a mild, “yes, sir,” and followed Dad into the bathroom, watching his naked and tanned muscles flex as he walked in and started the shower. He checked the temperature and stepped in under the spray. I followed him inside the spacious shower booth. The lukewarm water cascaded off Dad’s neck and back as we planted our lips on one another once more. Hands and arms slipping around one another as I could feel the heat of his freshly tanned and wet skin against my own bare body. I loved the scratch of his hairy chest and belly as we kissed slowly. My hardon came roaring back to life, grinding against Dad’s own fattening cock, and I didn’t know if I was going to last through a shower without shooting the sperm swimming around in my balls. But as our makeout session subsided, I somehow managed. We showered together, scrubbing each other’s bodies with a quiet lust. Dad and I stood toe-to-toe under the spay, soaping his dick in my rocking fist as he had his hands on my ass, spreading me open as he soaped my crack with sudsy, exploring fingers. It felt sexual, for sure, yet there was something else, too. Paternal, loving… like the times he’d wash me when I was little or let me watch him as he shaved. Finally rinsed and dripping from head to toe, Dad turned off the water and I started to pull back the curtain and step out when he stopped me. “Hold it there, Slugger.” He held my shoulder, keeping me in the shower as he stood behind me. My cock had been hard all this while, but hearing him call me that and the tone he used sent it throbbing. I turned my head, looking into his face and saw only inscrutable determination in his steely grey eyes and firm, stubbled jaw. It was a look I hadn’t seen all week. He squeezed my shoulder as he stepped around me and out of the shower, his skin glistening with running droplets of water, his body hair in dark thick swirls as it matted to his muscles, his hooded cock hanging heavy, and semi-hard as the water dripped off the tip. With his fingers, Dad combed his wet, straight, dark hair back from his face as he stepped up to the counter. Matter of factly, I watched as he filled the sink basin with steaming hot water and unzipped his toiletries bag. Out appeared his razor and a can of shaving gel. He turned back around with both items in his hands and a look of penetrating cold lust in his eyes. Like he was my father, the man I always knew, but also someone else. His dick was now rigid, 10-inches and pointed towards me as I could see the hood being stretched back to reveal an angrily flared head. A Navy Captain about to sexually initiate his newest junior officer. Dad shook the can of shaving gel as he stepped back to me standing in the shower booth. I gulped as his eyes kept their intensity. I held my hands at my side, suddenly feeling like I shouldn’t touch my own throbbing dick without his permission, let alone wipe my dripping hair away from my face. I heard the soft hiss of the canister before shivering as the first touch of the cool gel met my chest. Slowly, insistently, Dad’s mouth approached mine and we drew toward one another like magnets. I closed my eyes, my head getting a little dizzy, which just made his kiss that much hotter. Smooth, sensual, teasing me with his masculine tongue, an experienced mandrill that knew how to pleasure his partner. Equally slow, his hands began to trace circular motions over my hair-dusted chest, spreading the lubricating gel out over the expanse of my sculpted upper torso. “You’re so beautiful, Jim,” he said in a deep whisper as he backed away, his hot breath breaking across my lips as he took the razor in hand and glided it down the contour of my pectoral mass. It took away the frothy green foam, and with it, what existed of my man fur. I was kinda proud of my chest hair – hell, I’d waited eagerly for it to start coming in since I was a teenager. I’d always admired and somewhat envied the full crop of wiry hair that pelted Dad’s front. And now he was shaving off mine, without asking. I wanted to object, but the electricity of silence hung too heavily between us. And my cock was crowbar rigid as it brushed his thigh. It was like the time Dad had taught me to shave, only far more intense. He was making a man out of me now too, only in a different way. Slowly, surely. I looked down at his hand – patient, smooth in its motions as it glided over and between the contour and cleft of my sculpted pecs. Seeing the blades near my nipple, I cringed in dread, but stayed perfectly still, letting my father’s nimble fingers hold my rubbery areole steady while he gingerly flicked away the hairs. If my depilation hadn’t sexually enraged me by that point, that sensation surely did. I breathed deep and finally moved my hands to grip Dad’s solid waist as I watched him work his razor. He rewarded me with a quick but soulful kiss, but soon got back to his task, finishing my chest. Dad’s eyes and hands then lowered. Next was my stomach, where my treasure trail had been widening out into a nice fan of dark blonde fuzz under my belly button. No more. As he swiped away the hairs, the definition of my abs seemed to pop out more, the ridges and cuts of muscle now catching the light to highlight my definition, a fact not lost on Dad’s appreciative gaze. Dad wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my side and one hip against his stomach and thigh as he rubbed and kneaded my rippled and now smooth stomach muscle with his other hand. His cock, semi-hard, fattening as he let it pulse across my thigh. He and I were silent as he appraised my abs for what had to be a good five minutes before grabbing the can and squirting out more gel. “Lift your arm, Slugger,” he said, his lips against my neck and ear as my body was still perpendicularly pressed to his. That familiar tone of voice that I remember from my childhood: firm, gentle, commanding. My heart pounded though, I didn’t want to lose my pit hair. “Dad…” I hissed, pleading as I turned my face towards his. He looked up at me from beneath his hard brow, challenging, as I could see the Naval Captain coming to the surface in his face. I knew if I said no, he’d stop, but he wasn’t going to give me an easy out. “You trust me?” he asked once more, taking my chin in his fingers, holding my gaze to his as his stare deepened. Oh fuck, I was so turned on. Like crazy turned on, more than I expected. “Yessir,” I replied softly, acquiescing to lift my left arm, my batting arm, for him. The strong fingers of his left hand circled my wrist and pinned it up against the tile above my head. He was at the perfect height to inspect and admire the work I’d been putting into my bis and tris this last season, the pose and angle making the sinewed muscles in my arms tense and flex under his eyes. “Great guns ya got, son,” he muttered, bringing his full, masculine lips right to the smooth skin of my inner arm. I could feel his hot breath, the prickle of his day’s stubble on his lips, and finally, his hot, wet tongue. He licked. Full, wide swipes, his thick tongue coating my pale muscle, following the grooves and lines of my definition. I flexed and balled up the muscle for his appreciation. “Hold it there,” he said, letting my wrist go and gripping my upper arm and pinning it backward against the shower wall instead. With his right hand, he applied the smooth gel to the underside of my arm, spreading the slickness down into my exposed armpit. “Dad,” I croaked in excitement. This was so profoundly sexual, as much as Dad slipping his cock to me, yet a part of me didn’t want to lose my armpit hair. “Shhh…” he responded. His stare dominated mine, and he lifted the razor to the spot where the sinew of my bicep muscle joined my delt. He then scraped down as I listened to the soft raspy sound of my hairs being shorn, denuding the sensitive area and shaving the blond hairs out of my armpit. It took several swipes of the blade, rinsing off between them, but soon he’d finished that side as he wiped my pit clean. His stern, determined look broke into a temporary smile as he admired the fresh smoothness of my skin beneath his fingertips. “Hot, son… so fucking hot,” he growled, close enough to feel his breath on my newly bare skin. He tended to the soft hairs along my meaty batting arm, then moved to my right side, lifted my right arm up, pressing my elbow against the wall at my back, and repeated the process. I was full-on boned up by now, looking down and noticing Dad’s big cock was now fully engorged too, the heavy nutsac drawn up high and tight against his long stalk. Dad’s foreskin pulled tight as he rubbed the length against my furry thigh, my still damp skin catching Dad’s hood, gently pulling it back. I wanted to grab him, to rough-handle that giant prick til it spurted juice all over both of us. I wanted to attack my Dad in the worst way. But I dared not break the intense spell that was cast over both of us at that moment. So I stayed still, leaned against the tiled shower wall as Dad held my pinned, folded arm above my head, his body so close as he deftly shaved my exposed pit. I watched Dad’s fingers work, handling the razor with precision. He made the final swipe, finishing with my pit as he flicked the razor downwards, flinging the excess shaving gel onto the shower floor. Immediately, our lips crashed together once more in a burst of building energy as my arm came down, circling at his neck as I submitted to his kiss. Then just as quickly, my father pulled away and grabbed my shoulders to spin me around to face the cold tile. I held out my hands, fingers splayed against the tile as if mid-push-up. My back was completely hairless anyway, but my asscheeks were dusted with a fine coating of blonde fuzz. I felt Dad step closer to me, almost pressing his chest to my back when I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck, making the hairs on my nape stand up on edge. I tuned my head, my father’s left hand caressing down my spine, appreciating my sinewed muscle until his touch tapered off as he came to my ass. I felt him step back before I then heard the water in the sink run again and the sound of the aerosol can. Dad was back behind me once again in seconds, gripping my ass cheeks easily in each hand. The man let out a soft rumble of a groan as he groped my globes with his strong fingers. I felt the damp, messy bangs of his hair dangle against the top of my spine and knew he was looking down at my ass in his hands. Dutifully, Dad sprayed out more gel and massaged it over the round melons of my butt. I shivered as I wondered how far this would go, how smooth I’d be after Dad was all done. I knew I could say no, but I’d given Dad the go ahead for this, and besides, I was as horny as I’d been all week. I gasped and pressed my hips back into his grasp. Insistently, Dad’s fingers prodded down into my crevice, lotioning up my crack, until his thumbs teased my hole, pulling and pressing at the folds before breaching the ring ever so slightly. “Oh God, Dad,” I cried and let my forehead fall against the tiled wall. I didn’t want to break my silence, but I couldn’t help it. “Why shouldn’t I just fuck you right here and now, son? Hmm… Damn, Slugger, you’re turning your old man on, you know.” As tender as I was down there, and after Dad telling me that I needed to take it easy… I wanted him back in me, where he belonged. I wanted those 10 inches buried in my hole, pounding me, taking what was his by right. I mumbled an assent and was prepared to feel his heavy stalk line up with my eager-to-be-bred sphincter. Instead, I felt the plane of Dad’s razor slide across the curve of my ass as he began shaving my buttcheeks, pausing when he got to my crevice, at which point he got down on his knees and pulled apart my cheeks, giving himself full access with his careful razor. I was familiar with the pleasure of that area, but fuck, it wasn’t until the exotic tickle of having my hairs shaved off that I realized how fucking great it could feel. Dad turned the water on in the shower for a second and I soon felt a splash of cold water run down my crack and across my rosebud. I gasped, the muscles of my glutes flinching as I felt my hole pucker at the sudden chill as the water ran down my legs. Dad still had my ass cheeks in each hand, fingers gently spreading me open, his thumbs once again pulling at the edge of my hole. Dad’s touch was soon followed by the heat of his breath, his slow exhale blowing over my twitching istanbul travesti and wet hole as his hands spread me open even wider. “Oh, Jimbo…,” he grumbled as his wet, insistent tongue darted forth and made contact. I felt his stubbled lip and chin scrape the newly sensitive inner cleft of my ass as his tongue slowly swiped at my excited hole. “Shit, Dad,” I hissed, now unable to stay silent as I let my check press into the wall in front of me, my hands futilely gripping the tile as I spread my legs a little more for him, my ass pressing out to meet his hungry mouth as I felt my hole kiss him back. I let out soft moans, half my face pressed against the wall as the pleasure rolled over my hole and down my legs. Dad poked and prodded my hole, his tongue hardening as he plunged into me, his face now buried deep in between my round asscheeks. I reveled in the feel of his prickly beard against my skin, contrasting with the smooth wetness of his tongue sliding into my relaxing hole. “Oh, fuck… that feels so good…” I half mumbled and moaned as I felt my hole flutter around his tongue. Dad growled heavily against my entrance, his tongue wedged into me, the vibrations making my chute buzz as his stubble ignited my nerves. God, my dad could rim. His strong tongue went first deep, then wide, then corkscrewed into my inner depths, drilling me, teasing me, making me squirm as he coaxed my chute to open up for him. It was only more intense feeling him lick at bare skin puckered up around my rosebud, soothing it after being scoured by his stubble. I looked over my shoulder and was rewarded with the sight of my father on his haunches, his mouth busily and noisily making love to my butt with wet slurps as he held me open with greedy hands. His handsome face was half obscured by my now baby-smooth and pale ass muscles, but his forehead and the top of his Roman nose reminded me of his square-cut, Naval good looks as he looked up at me with his commanding grey eyes. He was taking what he wanted. I gasped as I felt his thick tongue slip from my tingling hole. “Come on, Slugger,” he cooed gently as he finally pulled away, his fingers slipping from my crack as well. He planted a kiss on my freshly smooth cheek before standing up. Spit and remnants of shaving gel covered his chin and mouth. “Let’s go back to the bedroom. I wanna take care of this jock ass.” We disconnected just long enough to rinse off, then pad our feet into the other room, dropping our damp towels on the floor along the way. Dad nodded towards the bed with a quick tilt of his chin. I barely had one knee on the mattress before Dad had his hands locked around my waist once more – pulling my chest and groin against his, our hardons clashing as he moved his lips to mine. Roughly, Dad kissed me, our tongues fighting in lust as he groaned into my mouth. But before I could wrap my arms around his back, he swiftly broke our kiss, his hands gripping my shoulders, and with nimble strength, spun me around. My back was to him when I felt his wide hand on my trap muscle and against my spine. With a firm guidance, Dad pushed me face down onto the bed. His other hand steadied my waist, keeping my ass upturned, knees bent as he held a steady pressure on my back, pressing my chest and shoulders into the mattress. I turned up my head, my cheek pressed into the bedding and saw both of us in the reflection of the glass balcony doors. I watched Dad’s reflection as he stood behind me at the edge of the bed, his hairy groin and hardened cock so close to my open and upturned ass. He ran his hands down my back, his fingers running along my obliques as his thumbs flanked the groove of my spine until they came to the smooth globes of my athletic ass. Dad groped and pulled at my glutes in his grasp, spreading me open even wider as he eyes locked on my exposed and winking pucker. I watched Dad fall to his knees. “Fuck, Jimbo,” was all he growled as once again, Dad hunkered down and burrowed his face into my shaved and primed jock butt. My hole eagerly opened for him as he slipped his fat tongue back into me, one hand spreading my cheek open as the other draped over the top of my ass, holding my chute to his kissing lips. “Awww… Mmmm… yeeeaahhh…” I whined as I felt him fucking me steadily with his tongue. I fisted the comforter at my shoulders, pressing the side of my face into the bed and lifting my hips back into his hungry mouth and stubbled jaw. For all my experience with men so far, Dad was showing me what sex was all about. Part of it was how much I was turned on by my father and the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing. But Dad was a real stud too, as skilled at foreplay as he was at fucking. I shut my eyes in pure bliss, once again moaning as I rolled my head against the bedding at the sensations from his deep-tissue butt massage. Maybe only Dad could say for sure how much my asshole was fluttering open, but it sure felt like I was opening up to anything Dad was going to give me. That’s how intense his rimjob was. He went at it for ten solid minutes as I melted into the mattress. He was a maestro, working me up into a crescendo then back down, before attacking me full on again. I felt his saliva drool off his bottom lip and begin to run down my smooth taint. I was long muttering “fuck me!” before he finally pulled his tongue from my spit-lubed chute. He quickly stood back up and knelt up onto bed behind me. I opened my eyes and watched his reflection – one hand gripping my cheek, prying me open as the other gripped the shaft of his drooling hooded cock and positioned the head at the entrance to my backside. Dad’s bulbous head pressed against my hole, his flesh so hot against the lips of my ass pucker. “Please, Dad… fuck me…,” I begged. Snug and slick from the lubing he’d given himself at some point, as well as the royal spit job he had just given me, Dad added a little pressure, and his monster cock popped right in. So much easier than before as I felt my hole smoothly, and hungrily, swallow him up. I groaned in deep pleasure as Dad called out a dozen expletives. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, son.. hell yeah, take it… Take It… that’s it…. Fuck yes…” Holding his hands firmly on the small of my back, he pushed his dick inward, slowly stuffing my chute once again full of his paternal cock. Only this time I was ready. My ass just dilated around his invader as he sank in readily. I sighed as his dick slid past my swollen prostate, until gently meeting a small resistance at my deeper, inner sphincter. Dad added a little more force in his hips, holding tightly to my waist, pulling me back to meet him, coaxing me to accept his cock deeper into me. I grunted as Dad groaned, his scratchy pubes now pressed against my smooth butt cheeks and I felt his heavy sac tap my hairless taint. Fuck. It felt so good this time, all pleasure and no pain. “I’m in you son,” he breathed. I shuddered as my ass twitched around his firm, pulsing cock and I felt his harsh grip on my hips. He swiveled back, pulling almost out of me, making me moan with his cock dragging along my tight inner walls. I heard him hock spittle onto his shaft, then he firmly pushed back in. “Ungh…” I groaned as I arched my back, grinning at the feel of him buried to the hilt. “Damn, you’re fucking me good, Dad. Hard, deep fuck strokes.” Unconsciously, I spread my legs, inviting Dad deeper in. He pulled back again, only a few inches only to bury them back into me with a snap of his hips. He groaned from deep within his chest, and deeper he thrust, pounding the wind out of me as he pulled my hips back to meet his every thrust with a slap against my newly smooth skin. “Fuck, Dad… Aww… unh, it’s so big…” I cried. I felt my legs grow weak as bolts of pleasure fired down my muscles as I could see the stars on the back of eyelids as Dad’s cock worked me over, grinding against my prostate in just the right way. “You’re one tight fuck, Jimbo…” Dad’s voice now was deep, booming and it filled the room. “Harder, Dad,” I urged, letting him know I could take it. “Goddamn,” he swore as his huge spike pumped into me faster. “Aw yeah, hike that ass back, son. Fuck! Yeah, right fucking there…. Ungh! Ungh!” He really began pounding me, working me over from the inside out. And I was bucking back against his thrusting pelvis for all I was worth. Each inward spike urged me to grind my cheeks harder against his pubes. We were in smooth synchronicity, a true father-son fucking machine. Then, suddenly, Dad reached under my chest and pulled me up onto my outstretched arms as he quickly gripped my shoulders. He never lost his rhythm as he fucked me with controlled strength, his cock now hitting at slightly new angles. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so possessed before that moment. Dad’s fat furry balls pounded my backside, swinging like heavy pendulums beneath my smooth, shaven balls. I thought of their purpose, to produce more seed to inject into me, into his own flesh and blood. Dad was in a full-fuck rage and I was, too. Hungrily, his wide hands explored back before curling around my waist to my smooth torso. His hips bucked harder and harder, his lips parted, and his nostrils flared. “Fuck, Dad! Fill me with your seed. Give it to me… Dad… Aww, Fuck… Fuck me deep!” “Ah, Slugger, gonna fuck you full…” I looked down between our spread legs and could picture his fat father testicles twitching and pumping fresh naval officer cum into my insides. Dad’s rhythm staggered as he plunged as deeply as he could, holding my hips against his crotch. Then I felt it, his cock swelled, and the heavy, thick fullness of his load suddenly churned into my clenching insides. Dad grunted with each spasm, giving me a shallow thrust as he made sure to seed me deep, just like I had begged. “UNGH!… Dad… You’re making me… Fuck…” I clenched my eyes as my hanging cock jerked and bellowed forth an intense spray of jock jism all over the bed sheets. My abs flexed, my body convulsed and I underwent the deepest, most intense orgasm of my young life. ***** A lot changed for me that day, though it would take me a long while to realize what. At the time, I just knew I’d had an emotionally and sexually profound experience with my father. Dad was still in a serious, almost quiet mode after we’d coupled and cleaned off. It was almost scary, but his attentiveness to me made me know it wasn’t anger or his defenses kicking in. “Let’s get room service,” he said. He barely registered my response as he picked up the phone and called. He looked up at me. “Burger sound good?” “Sure,” I said. It wasn’t presented as much of an option for me, but that sounded fine. “Yes. Room service,” he said, giving our room number. “We’d like two burgers, medium-rare, one with cheese.” He looked up at me and I nodded. “Two with cheese…. Yes, fries… And six beers… Pacificos.” Dad stepped into a pair of khaki shorts, going commando as he adjusted his heavy but softened dick, and went to comb and style his hair in the bathroom. I got similarly presentable, putting on a nicer pair of shorts but staying bare chested as well. It felt appropriate at the beach, and I wasn’t in a hurry to clothe myself around Dad. Dinner arrived soon and we ate on the balcony. The sun had gone down, but it was still warm out. Dad was starving and scarfed his burger down. I wasn’t much more restrained. It turned out that the beach and the sex had given us an appetite. It wasn’t until we were done and sipping our beers that Dad spoke. “Is that what you expected, Slugger?” he asked, eyeing me carefully as we relaxed, half slouched in the patio chairs. “Admittedly no,” I said, “But that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.” Dad took a swig and nodded. “You keep saying that,” he observed. He had me there. “That’s because it keeps getting hotter,” I explained. Dad didn’t say anything in response but seemed to have a knowing look that made me break out in goosebumps. “Is that a thing for you?” I asked, curious. “Shaving guys down?” Dad didn’t miss a beat. “I wouldn’t call it a `thing,’ but I enjoy it a lot. I enjoyed doing it to you.” It was like Dad was a different man than the one I knew, but he was such a powerful presence, I couldn’t complain. This was just as intense as the sex, the assertive tone he maintained with me. “You did enjoy it,” I smiled. Dad didn’t smile, only nodded. “You did, too, Slugger.” He paused and looked me over. I could tell he was enjoying the sight of me, shirtless and completely smooth up top, my blond fuzzed legs spread out on the spare chair…. At least he hadn’t shaved those. I did enjoy the way the breeze felt on my now smooth chest, but I did have a worry. “Yes, but now I have to come up with some reason to explain the shaved look to my teammates.” Dad shrugged and took a sip of beer. “Tell `em you have a kinky girlfriend.” I laughed and Dad even cracked a smile, too. “I’d have to make one up,” I said. “…Though I did date a woman last summer.” That caught him off guard. “Really?” “I never told you, I was too embarrassed, but yeah…” Dad looked at me with a slight look of exasperation. I didn’t have to explain to him the situation. He knew, and I knew he knew. “I’m not sure what I think of that, Jim,” Dad said. I hated when my father showed his disapproval. And on this, it cut hard. But I held firm. “I know what you think of it, Dad, and I agree. It was a shitty thing for me to do.” I expected a lecture, but Dad just looked out along the darkness of the sea at night. “Well, I’ll give you points for originality, Jimbo, not a lot of fathers have gay sons ashamed to admit they dated a woman.” I had to smirk. “Guess not,” I said. Dad and I were all sexed out for the day. We enjoyed our beer and our conversation on the balcony. We eventually left the heavy topics behind and talked about movies and music. Dad and I had drastically different preferences in them, and we enjoyed teasing each other for our generation’s tastes. It wasn’t that late when Dad seemed tired. I was getting there, too. It had been a long day, and tiring in its own way. We took off our shorts and climbed naked into bed. After turning out the lights, Dad stretched his arm and ruffled my hair. “Thanks for trusting me today, Jimbo.” I knew he meant the shaving scene, but I had in mind something bigger. Our affair. This week in Mexico. His trust in me to go deeper. “I think you’re the one who’s been trusting me, Dad,” I said.

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