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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised ch. 9 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 TWO: COLLEGE YEARS Chapter Nine Charlottesville, Fall and Winter 2002 “Mmm… fuck. That’s nice,” I muttered with a heavy whisper. Already slouching, I leaned back further into the standard-issue, wooden desk chair of my dorm room and spread my legs. Almost naked, I had on only a pair of cotton jersey shorts, blue ones with the Cavaliers baseball logo on them. The Bulldozer liked me in them, said they showed off my thick legs and heavy crotch real well, and I was happy to oblige. The Bulldozer’s real name was Charlie Holt. A sophomore linebacker on the Cavs football team, he was already a real big guy at 6’2″ and 230 pounds – shorter, but heavier than I was. And sure, not all of that was muscle, but a hell of a lot of it was. Charlie’s not my type, not usually, but I have to admit I got off on hooking up with this football hulk. Particularly moments like this, with the Bulldozer on his knees on the linoleum floor, nude except for a jock strap, with his face planted right in my crotch. The man liked to take his time, so I went with the flow, leaned back and rubbed the soft, buzzed, bristles of his brown hair while he licked and sucked at my prick through my shorts. It felt nice in a teasing sort of way. I’d been sexually active over two years now, and more and more, I was learning to really enjoy extended foreplay, particularly with a dude like Charlie who seemed to really relish it. My shorts were now soaked through with his spit and probably looked real obscene clinging to my rod like it were vacuum-sealed. The football jock pulled his mouth back and rubbed the long ridge with his large mitt. “Damn, McGrath, I can’t believe how huge this fucker is.” Yep, in one area, I had the Bulldozer beat for size – by a lot. He seemed to appreciate it, too. Those beefy fingers pinched the elastic band of my shorts and pulled them down, up and over my erection – not completely, just enough to free my meat. My damp cock bobbed out in mid-air, happy to be released and very eager for some direct oral contact. It didn’t have long to wait, as Charlie hungrily popped the head in his mouth, moaning and suckling at the first taste of precum, then started easing his head down, expertly swallowing my shaft. Fuck yeah, The Bulldozer knows how to suck cock. We’d met at a start-of-the-year function for Cavs athletics, a semi-formal meet-and-greet where a lot of alumni donors were invited. I wore my go-to navy sport coat and tried my best to be social and meet new people outside of my teammates. Charlie struck up a conversation with me, his chattiness helping to break the ice. I didn’t really think I had that much in common with this very big linebacker, dressed in an ill-fitting shirt and tie, until I noticed it. The eye contact, the watching of the other guys surreptitiously. Occasionally, quietly eyeing me up too, when he thought I wasn’t looking. And then he noticed me doing it as well, not so much watching the other athletes as it was the coaches and some of the alumni that caught my attention. With a sly smile, he leaned down and whispered, “you, too bud? Scoping out the talent?” I felt like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah. I guess we have some stuff in common.” So Holt and I were finding out just how much we had in common during these regular Wednesday night meet-ups in my dorm room, when my roommate Tim had his evening class. I tried to keep from groaning too loudly, listening to the sound of Holt’s angelic slurps, feeling his wide tongue cup the bottom of my shaft as he bobbed his head up and down over my crotch. My fat shaft lubed with spit, getting a fresh coat with every bob as I felt the warm fluid start to run down my ballsac. Fuck, he was so good at this. Charlie kept up his long-stroke sucking for a good ten minutes, working me up steadily and pulling off when he thought I was getting too close. Licking the shaft and tonguing my nuts before plopping me back into his talented mouth to work me up again. It was working. I was gonna come real hard, and I gripped his meaty shoulders in both hands, both to encourage him and to let him know I was about to nut. “Christ, fuck, I’m gonna…” I started. Only he pulled off with a plop, the head of my dick practically flying fee, flinging a line of heavy spit across my chest. He leaned up a little, his smooth, upper body muscles looking particularly bulky and hard as he watched my thick boner pulse and throb desperately. I wanted to shoot so bad. The Bulldozer wiped the spit and the mucus from his mouth and gripped the base of my dick, near my balls to pull it forward a little bit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he moaned. He gave another quick swipe of his tongue along the blond fur of my ballsac. My nuts were pulled up tight against my stalk, practically begging to blow their wad. “Man,” I panted, with exasperation in my voice, “I was THIS close.” He looked up to me with that goofy jock expression I’d grown fond of. “I know dude. I was just thinking maybe you’d want to unload in my other hole.” “Yeah?” I said, getting excited at the prospect. I’d felt him out for anal once, but Holt didn’t seemed thrilled to do it, said my cock was too fat to enjoy that way. “Yeah, man, I’ve been practicing a little. Bought a toy that’s your size. You realize you’re a dead ringer for a porn star named Dick Stone?” he joked as his fingers traced along my hard spike. If he’d gone just an inch higher the sensitive nerves would have been enough to trip my trigger. “I don’t think I’ll last long in you. Not after that blowjob.” “That’s all right McGrath,” he said, cupping my balls. “I got a feeling these bad boys have a couple of loads in them.” “Let’s do this,” I said, standing up out of the chair and letting my shorts drop all the way off. Feeling like a rush of power over this football giant still on his knees as he looked up at my cock and my body with sexual excitement. “On the bed,” I said. The Bulldozer was an inch shy of me and outweighed me by over 25 pounds, but he stood up like a trained puppy, his five-and-a-halfer erect in the pouch of his jock. For all his bulk, Holt was a surprisingly un-hairy guy… he had some stray hairs on his chest and a thin treasure trail down through from his navel, but other than that I was looking at smooth, bulky muscle, still tanned from the summer, except where his trunks and cut-off practice football pants had left a creamy white middle. When Charlie got on all fours on the mattress, the tan line looked even more marvelous from the backside, where it framed his giant smooth buns. Thick, cantaloupe-sized, and almost as round, the football beefiness only added to the muscle of his buttocks, making them stand up between the straps of his jock. The hair that was missing elsewhere seemed to have all gone to his crack. It was like a fur forest lining the deep crevice between his cheeks. I kneeled behind him as Charlie spread his knees, his cheeks parting as I ran my hands down his lower back until they gripped each glute. I dove in, hungry and horny. Charlie let out a few stifled cries as I know he now had his face pressed into the mattress. As much as I loved eating Holt’s hairy hole, I was too impatient for much foreplay. I hadn’t fucked an ass in a few months, not since my last time with LCDR Glen Evans, and I wanted this bad. I pulled back – the hair in Holt’s crack now as wet as his hole. Almost hyperventilating in lust, I found my trusty lube at the foot of my bed. I stood and squirted a bunch on his pucker, rubbing it in before slicking up my stick. I didn’t dare touch it, but just let the lubricant cascade down its length. “Ready, bud?” I asked but didn’t give him a chance to really respond before I pushed my cock down, aiming for that, deep pink, crinkled little star nestled in his hairy trench. Holt let out a deep groan. He was tight, real tight, but I could tell he’d been practicing with that toy. It didn’t take too much pressure for the ring to open up and accept me in. I gripped his glutes in each hand, holding him open. Eagerly, I sank inward, all the way, and had to bite my lip to control my ejaculation while I held steady, making sure the jock’s hole accommodated me. “Oh Fuck. Jim.” Holt gasped. “It’s still so fuckin’ big… I swear ya got Dick Stone beat, buddy.” I grinned at the compliment as I took a minute, rubbing his back, letting his tightness constrict and relax on my bone in steady waves. Once I could feel the defensive spasms die down, I let loose. I gripped the waistband of his jock for leverage and gave hot, regular thrusts deep into his hole. Given my size, it must have felt like a real hole-stretching, but Holt seemed to take it eagerly, groaning in pleasure as my balls bounced against his taint. And to be honest, at this point I’d lost my last shred of self control. I started pounding faster and spurting my semen deep inside the guy. I caught my breath, leaning forward and falling onto Holt, my toned chest against his huge back, in a classic doggie position, my cock still buried and throbbing inside a cum-soaked hole. Holt asked me, “Still got more in ya, McGrath?” He was definitely hopeful for a fuck that would last longer. I rolled my forehead against his back and nodded. “Yeah,” I obliged, my dick just slightly softening as I pushed into the tightness of the deeper part of his bowels and resumed my fuck, a slower one just for Holt. I grunted and sighed against the back of Holt’s neck, my arms pressing into the bed on either side of his chest as I knew I was hard again. My freshly deposited load made my deep thrusts glide into him with ease as I could almost hear his ass slurp at my cock. I think the slower thrust and the new position and angle were doing wonders for The Bulldozer’s inner gland, because pretty soon, he started huffing and his deep voice was getting higher pitched. “Oh man, oh buddy, that feels awesome,” he grunted. “Fuck me, man. Fuck me off.” His words egged me on. I had learned with LCDR Glen Evans that I like to be verbal with a guy, but at that moment I was really enjoying the silent domination of this huge linebacker. I was no small guy, even as a freshman, but it must have looked odd to see this big guy being topped by a smaller, leaner baseball jock. That bulk felt magnificent against my body as I writhed against him, chest against back, groin against ass, power driving 8 inches of beer can cock into the poor guy with steady and calculated thrusts. I reached around. Just then, that solid, beer-belly gut felt awesome, and I grabbed his prick that was ramrod hard in his pouch. I gave it a squeeze, and that was all it took. The Bulldozer started shaking beneath me as he orgasmed right into his jock, into my hand with a stifled cry. The idea and the sensations of his spasming asswalls, milked another ejaculation out of me as I gunted into his neck. After we were done, Charlie got up and picked up his discarded Cavs football team shirt and sweatpants. His thin brown hair was spiky with sweat and I could see the damp sheen over his smooth skin. He never bothered with the communal shower of my men’s dorm: too much risk, he said. “See you Wednesday, bud?” he asked as he pulled up his sweats over his jock. This guy was a fuckbuddy in the truest sense. A great fuck and a good buddy, but there was no romance complicating things, not in the least. “Sure, Holt,” I said, still naked, sticky with sweat, sitting back in my desk chair again and letting my satisfied dong fall soft between my thighs. I’d shower after he left. “And thanks. That was hot.” He gave me a goofy grin and looked down between my legs. “I should be thanking you, McGrath. That’s one museum piece you got between your legs. Goddamn…” he swore, thinking back and marveling that he’d just taken me. “All right, catch you later,” he said with a nod before slipping out the door. I stepped into my flip flops as I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to shower up. Under the spray of the hot water, I felt deeply content from the lay and felt lucky I’d found a sexual partner so quickly at school. I had to be careful not to get caught by my roommate, I thought as I toweled off and headed again back in my room. I threw on some athletic shorts and an old beat-up T-shirt and sat back at my desk to study. I had a lot of reading to do for my World Cultures class. I thought getting my rocks off would help me focus on my homework, but I found it hard to concentrate. I had talked to my father earlier that day, and our conversation still weighed on me. I’d crossed a line, a solemn line, with Dad when I sucked his dick. The experience had been so incredible, so unbelievably hot for me, and I knew I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Or maybe I would, now that I faced the possibility that I’d fucked up my relationship with my father. He was a willing participant in the act, despite his protests and the cold shoulder he gave me after the act. But things were awkward between us now. Very awkward. I told Dad I would stay in touch and come home regularly, but that first weekend in October I came to visit, everything felt tense between us. Dad said it was great to see me and was all smiles and hugs when he met me in the driveway. But it was mostly small talk during dinner and afterward, when we were just watching Friday night TV, I felt the silence of everything we weren’t saying to each other. About an hour into that, I finally stood up and said I was going to meet a high school buddy. “Sure, son,” Dad said, in his quiet way, nodding with a slight frown. The rest of the time went much the same way. Dad friendly, but guarded. Me deferential but withdrawn. I spent the day doing homework in my old room, sitting at my old desk, laptop on, notebook in front of me. I didn’t close the door as I noticed Dad in the hallway, walking to his room. I wanted to say something, to break the spell. Talk it out with Dad. But I was the one who took the initiative last time, and I knew I couldn’t push Dad on this. He was acting the way he was for a reason, and I couldn’t risk fucking up our relationship even more. I was happy to get back on the road come Sunday. I was back in my dorm room, sitting at my desk şişli travesti with an open text book, staring at the words and lost in thought when my phone rang. It was Uncle Mike. “Jimbo! How are ya? Is this a good time to talk?” I didn’t talk to my uncle a lot but I always looked forward to his calls. “Yes, sir. Doing well.” “You little squirt. I didn’t change your diapers just so you could call me sir. I’m Mike, got it?” “Yeah, Mike. Great to hear from you.” “Great to hear your voice, too, Jim. Tell me about college.” We chatted for a bit. About my classes, about making friends, about my off-season conditioning and training. Finally, he paused for a second, then said. “Listen, Jim, I have another reason for calling. Your dad told me you came out to him.” “Oh,” I said. I guess I never even thought about how my ex-pro athlete uncle would take me being gay. I adored the man, and as much as with my father, I was afraid of rejection. I was hesitant now to say anything into the phone because I was afraid of what Uncle Mike would say. “I couldn’t care less, Jim. And I think it’s great you figured out who you are and have the guts to be open with it.” I sighed, feeling heavy with emotion. “Thank you, sir. I mean, Mike,” I corrected myself. He laughed. “You must think I’m one bigot of a meathead.” I felt a little relieved, a little more confident to speak what was on my mind. “No, Mike. I mean, you just never know what people think.” “You’re right. That’s why I am calling. I am not trying to dissuade you from coming out, but… well, I think there’s a good chance you could go pro, Jim. You know it, I know it, we all know it. And… if you do… you can’t be out.” I’m not dumb. I’d thought of this, too. But hearing it from my uncle’s mouth drove home the reality. “You’re right,” I said, defeatedly. I hadn’t really come out other than to those in my family or to Rick and Pete and Holt. But if I chose this path, it would shut that door in the future. “Listen, Jim. I’m not telling you what to do. Some sacrifices aren’t worth making, and if you chose another path I wouldn’t blame you in the least. But if you want to stick to baseball, at least past college, you gotta make that sacrifice.” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Ooh buddy,” I sighed. “I gotta think about this hard, don’t I?” “Yeah, Jim, you do. I can give advice the best I can, but this is ultimately something you have to decide. But… if you do end up going pro, well, I had a close buddy when I played for the A’s and he wasn’t out, but he managed to get a LOT of action, on the sly. You have to be real careful, but you wouldn’t have to be celibate.” I had to shake my head that a phone call that began with small talk lead to my uncle and me talking about my future sex life. But I thanked him for his advice. “Whatever I decide,” I said. “I can always use your advice.” “Call me anytime, Jim,” he said. After our conversation, I was feeling pretty down. I decided to call Pete Miller. It was nearly 4:00 p.m. West Coast time, and I took a chance he’d be available to talk. “McGrath!” he answered, my caller ID alerting him it was me. “The one and only,” I said. “Is now a good time to talk, buddy?” “Yeah, sure,” my old friend said. “Technically I’m in rehearsal now,” he said. While Pete didn’t get into Berkeley, he was at Cal State Long Beach studying theater and loving it. “But they’re working with the leads and the rest of us are just kind of sitting around.” I asked him about the play and how school was going. He replied it was all great and made some joke about the theater crowd he was hanging out with. “I’m having to show `em how to party, McGrath,” he laughed. “What about you? How’s life out East?” I paused. I hated to drop something heavy on Pete when he was in a good mood, but I needed his advice. “I’ve been dealing with some stuff, Miller… It’s becoming clear to me that I gotta choose between playing baseball and being gay.” “I hate to break it to you, buddy,” Pete said, “but you are gay.” “You know what I mean,” I said, my serious mood not responding to his levity. “I do,” he said, a little sadly. Pete had been a jock, and he knew all right. “I don’t think I can tell you what to do, Jim. I’m happier now, but I’ve never met a dude so obsessed with a sport as you. I can’t say you would be happier giving it up.” “Fuck,” I grunted. “I think I gotta stay in the closet.” “You know I support you, whatever you do, Jim,” Pete said. “Thanks, bud, that means the world,” I said. Pete had a sorrowful tone in his voice. “Listen… they’re calling us now. I gotta go. Talk more this weekend?” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Thanks for everything, Pete.” I hung up. I went back to my reading, half-hearted and my mind distracted by the pros and cons of staying in the closet. I grabbed my phone. I still needed to talk to someone, so I dialed the only number that made sense at that moment. The Bulldozer’s. “Hey McGrath, what’s up?” Then, lowering his voice so no one else would hear, “Don’t tell me you’re still horny.” “Nah, buddy. You drained me pretty good just now. Listen, I got a problem I need to talk through, and I’m wondering if you’d be able to meet me tonight, help me out.” I could tell he was puzzled by what was up, but he answered, “sure thing, bud. I’ll be back over in about 10?” His dorm was a couple of buildings down from mine. “Great,” I said, a sense of relief coming over me. So Charlie and I sat on my bed and talked for a good half hour. He’d been thinking a lot about it, too. I think he was happier with the no-strings lifestyle with men and even said he wanted to settle down with a woman one day. “You probably don’t believe me, McGrath, but I do all right with the ladies,” he winked. Finally, when we both felt pretty talked out, the football jock stretched his body. Damn, his large muscle and extra bulk were impressive, even in his T-shirt. “I know what’d make you feel better, dude,” he said. “A nice long Bulldozer special.” He leaned forward and cupped the genitals in my shorts. “Whaddya say, buddy?” “You serious?” I couldn’t believe this bull of a man was up for sex again, already. Then again, my cock was firming up at his touch. His fingers traced along my dick, teasing it with steady caresses. “C’mon, McGrath, tell me you can’t get off one more time tonight.” So I peeled down my shorts and once again Holt got down on his knees between my legs and once again I got treated to some amazing head. This time, the Bulldozer didn’t pull off, but just groaned as I held his shoulders in a talon grip and ejaculated my third load of the night down his tight cocksucking throat. That conversation was a turning point and from that night on, Charlie Holt was more than a fuck bud, he became my closest friend. ***** I dreaded going back home for Thanksgiving. It was hard enough dealing with the awkwardness and cold shoulder from my father, but just thinking about having to deal with that along with my brothers around made me really stressed. My next phone conversation with Dad, I hesitated bringing it up, but I finally threw the idea out, as nonchalantly as I could. “Dad, I’m thinking I’m going to stay here over Thanksgiving break. I’ve really got a lot of schoolwork to catch up on.” “Yeah?” Dad asked. There was a lot of hurt in his voice, but he wasn’t going to let on. Fuck. “Yeah,” I continued. “Um, my roommate Tim’s invited me over to his family’s for Thanksgiving and it’ll save me from having to drive down.” The more I talked the lamer I knew my rationale was. Norfolk was under a three hours’ drive away. “That’s all right, Jim,” Dad said. “We can catch up at Christmas. Your grades come first, I’ve told you that.” “Thanks, Dad.” I couldn’t believe how worked up my emotions were at that moment. First I dreaded that Dad would be pissed off I wasn’t coming home, now I was upset he hadn’t put up more of an objection – asked me to come home. I realized that he, too, was relieved in a way. Relieved I wouldn’t be around to remind him of what we did. And that made me feel like more of a heel. The worst part was that all of this emotional turmoil didn’t even stop me from masturbating later in bed, reliving in my mind putting my father’s cock in my mouth – his taste and his girth. Even if Dad felt so conflicted about it, I knew his dick had wanted me. That knowledge got me off, and true to form, I shot a large, heavy load all over my stomach thinking about it. ***** I was a little sad when Thanksgiving rolled around, particularly after calling Dad and talking to him and my brothers. But as the day went on, I started enjoying myself. Tim’s family was cool, and it was fun to see how another family celebrated the holiday. I mean, Thanksgiving’s Thanksgiving, but they had a different vibe going on, eating dinner later, more formal, saying grace, all that business. Even afterward, when I was heading back to my dorm, alone, I wasn’t down anymore. I felt like I’d staked out my independence, just a little. I loved my family, but I was trying to become a full-fledged adult now. Self-sufficient. The late-evening weather in Charlottesville was frigid as I walked the last block towards my dorm building. My breath clearly visible as I pulled up the collar of my winter coat before stuffing my hands back into the pockets of my jeans. I was looking forward to getting back to my room, popping in a mind-numbing movie, smoking some weed I’d stashed and just enjoying having the dorm to myself. Only when I got to the front entrance of my building, Dad was standing out front. Tall, bulky, muscular frame wearing a Navy, wool, double breasted pea coat, jeans, and thick-soled winter boots. He saw me, and as I got closer I noticed his ears and shaved cheeks were flushed red. The November air was chilly and he must have been cold in his pea coat. In his hand he had something wrapped in aluminum foil. “Here Slugger,” he said, his breath fogging as he tried to smile. “Brought you some pumpkin pie.” I didn’t cry like I thought I might, but man did I give Dad one long, hard hug. Maybe knocked the wind out of him a little. But his strong arms wrapped around me and hugged me tight, in return. “I was afraid you’d be mad at me for driving up,” he said as we released our mutual grip at last. “No, sir,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s great to see you, Dad.” “Missed you there today, Slugger. Missed you real bad. But, listen… it’s cold out here, and I’ve been waiting a while, you mind if we go inside?” I laughed, tears appearing in my eyes now a little. “Yeah, Dad. Of course. You could have called, you know, you goof.” “I wanted to surprise you,” he said as I opened the building door with my fob. “Besides, I worried that if I told you I was coming, you’d tell me not to.” The RA at the desk didn’t make Dad sign in, since it was clear he was my father as Dad and I made our way to my room. “I was expecting a dump,” Dad said as he entered, placing the pie and his keys on my desk as he unbuttoned his pea coat. Underneath, a comfy Navy T-shirt stretched across his chest. “Tim’s a neat freak. And I’m getting better. Have a seat,” I said, gesturing to my bed as I took off my coat, leaving me in a similar T. Dad sat on my bed, and I took a seat opposite him, on Tim’s. “So,” Dad started, “have a good Thanksgiving?” “Yeah, Dad, it’s been nice. Even better now,” I said as I tried to hide my bigger smile. “Me, too, son.” He paused as we sat apart from each other awkwardly. Dad had his hands clasped in front of him. “I got a lot to say, Jimbo, and it would be easier to say it if you weren’t all the way over there. Come ‘ere…” He patted the bed next to him. I got up and sat down on my bed, careful to keep a couple inches between us. “What is it Dad?” Nervous but figuring it wouldn’t be so bad. Not after he drove up here, not with that happy look on his face or the hug we had. He looked at me and was so handsome in that moment. Square-faced and boxed-jawed with the distinguished wrinkles of maturity at his eyes and just around his mouth. His dark hair perfectly styled and parted, the streaks of grey only making him look better. Even though I could tell he had shaved this morning, his cheeks, chin and lip were tinted with the dark brown shade of his beard. I could see a powerful affection pooling in his grey eyes. “I…” he started. And then he reached up, the backs of his fingers brushing against my cheek, then caressing the back of my neck before he pulled my face to his. His breath was hot against my lips for that split second. I wasn’t prepared for it, but once I realized what was happening you can believe that I accepted his kiss. Lips touching at first, then in unison we parted mouths and for the first, amazing time, my father’s thick tongue entered my mouth. Soft, warm, wet muscle probing my mouth, meeting my own tongue, which set a million nerve endings on fire. As our lips made a seal, we luxuriated in the feel of each other’s tongues caressing and battling one another. Dad’s hands gingerly held my neck, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he held my lips to his. My hands reached between the lapels of his pea coat, gripping his muscled core through his shirt as I pulled him closer and into mine. I couldn’t help the soft moans and whimpers as he took my mouth. He tasted so masculine, if that was even a taste. But that’s what he tasted like. I didn’t want it to end, and we kept kissing for a long time, his hand holding me to him as mine held his body. But we finally broke it with heavy breaths. My forehead pressed to his, both of us with uncontrollable smiles on our faces. “Wow,” I said, reaching up and feeling his rough, smiling cheek. “I thought you didn’t want to…” Dad has a look that somehow looked younger on his middle-aged handsome face. I didn’t know exactly what he was feeling but I knew it was some crazy, complex rush of emotions. “We’ll talk later, Slugger. But first I have to make sure. You really want this?” I was feeling that rush, too. I pulled his mouth to mine this time, giving him a wet but quick kiss. “My god, yes,” I said with a wide smile. “I think that was the fastest I’ve ever gotten an erection.” Dad looked down and indeed I was throwing wood in my jeans. He pointed down at his hard crotch, too. “I was boning up the whole ride up here, Slugger. In case you wanted… in case you wanted to do this.” His deep voice was so heavy with his desire as he looked back up at me. We both watched as I reached over and petted him through the denim, the mound looking like he had a football stuffed in his pants. Even in his jeans, it was a magnificent, powerful piece of dick. The kind you only dream about. Particularly because it was my father’s. I gripped it, eagerly now that I’d been given fuller permission to, as Dad sought out my lips and kissed me once more. We lay back on my bed, my arms reaching out, pulling Dad on top of me, and just made out. If anything, this felt even more taboo than sucking his dick had been. It was erotic and sensual and romantic all at once. I was worried I was going to come prematurely, but Dad made sure we didn’t rush it. It was like he had been thinking about this, too, and wanted to savor every second. Dad broke beylikdüzü travesti the kiss, but kept his lips close to mine as he brushed my bangs from my face. I held his waist, keeping his body over mine. “When we did it… before… I came too quickly,” he said in a low soft voice that gave me goosebumps. “I want this to last, Slugger.” “Me, too, Dad,” I muttered into his mouth, lifting my chin as we began another, long slow kiss, Dad settling his hips between my legs. The moans that escaped my lips were soaked with need, my prick angry at being so confined. Dad sat up, noticing that I was probably uncomfortable having my dick trapped in my jeans. His coat came off first, then my shirt. I insisted on taking off his Navy T-shirt, untucking it from his jeans, lifting it over his core and chest as he lifted his arms letting me pull it off. I fixed his hair for him before running my hands down his newly exposed body. Dad’s chest was so incredible with large, hairy pectoral muscle that almost outmatched his broad shoulders and large, muscular arms. His hairy muscles all felt amazing pressed against my bare pecs and torso as he demanded another kiss. When Dad stood back up over me and started undoing his jeans, then shucking them down, I was hyperventilating. On my back, I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes hungry as I watched Dad strip for me. His boner made an obscene bulge in his boxers, which were soaked through with pre. And in a second, those were dropping too, sliding down his massive thighs before he kicked them off. I stared at his fatherly cock, 10 inches and thick – so hard and so heavy. I swear I could see that thick vein on his cock pulse. I watched him give himself a few tugs, his foreskin stretching around the fat head only for it to swallow it back up. “Why don’t you get more comfortable, Slugger,” he growled as he reached down and started undoing my jeans. I lifted my hips as Dad pulled them and my briefs off in one go. My dick slapped loudly against my taut belly, I was so hard and clearly oozing. We were now fully naked. And when Dad crawled on top of me, and started just fucking in a heated frot motion, his huge uncut paternal cock rubbing right on top of mine, his son’s, and me thrusting back, our precum mixing, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Dad was leaning up on his arms, our faces not even a foot apart. My hands felt around his large shoulders, feeling down his arms until I gripped his guns and he looked me intently, straight in the eyes. I know he saw the pleasure on my face. He knew I was close to coming, and I could see he was, too. The very idea that Dad was getting off like this thrilled me. That he desired me, wanted to fuck me, maybe. That did it for me. “Oh, Dad… Ungh… Ungh,” I whimpered as I tightened my hold on his bulging biceps as I flexed my hips, grinding my dick against his. “Oh, Slugger…” Dad groaned with more breath than voice. Hot semen shot out of me and a split second behind it, Dad’s did, too. Before, when we’d done it, I blew him, that was amazing, to suck his sperm. However, this time I actually got to see my own father have an orgasm. See his face, see his willpower to hold off before giving out, and see the lust in his eyes as he watched me come, too. I held onto the girth of his tightened arms and felt almost every hair of his legs brush against my own. I felt the dangle of his heavy nuts against my own sac, almost a light tapping motion as he moved on top of me. My prick seized hard as I continued to pump out hot jets of semen between our bodies, adding to my father’s. That was, and maybe still is, the best moment of my life. We made out in our postcoital glow, Dad rolling us over on my tiny bed and pulling me on top of him, feeling the McGrath seed pool and spread between us. I pulled my lips from his with a smile, and with my hands on his powerful chest, I finally got up. “Wanna wait there, Dad? I’ll get something to clean us off.” Dad nodded, reclined on my bed, his fingers running through our joint seed as it matted into the dark brown hairs of his torso. I wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed a washcloth before heading to the bathroom. No one was on my floor during the holiday break, but I didn’t want to take any chances. As it was, I looked like a crazy mess. In the mirror, I could see Dad’s sperm, our sperm, on my chest in huge smeared clumps. My chest hair was really starting to come in, a shade darker than my blond hair, and the white jizz clung to the fur in stray drops. It was almost with regret that I rinsed off myself and wet the washcloth again for Dad. “Here you go,” I said as I stepped back into the room. Dad looked up at me, his cock still fat and plump as it rested against his hip with the head half sheathed. I dropped my towel and straddled my father. He smiled, hands touching my knees as I wiped up our jism from his furry stomach. When we were done, Dad stayed reclined back on the bed, my pillow behind his back and his shoulders against the wall. I rested my back against his furry chest as his large arms wrapped around my torso just under my pecs. His breath was now at my neck as I caressed the hair of his forearms around me. This was the most content I’d felt in ages. The twin bed really was too small for the both of us as we lay in this modified spoon position. “Didn’t think I’d be having sex in a dorm room at my age,” Dad said. “Makes me feel like a dirty old man.” “THAT’S what makes you feel like a dirty old man?” I was worried my joke would cut the wrong way, but fortunately Dad got the humor in it, and we both started laughing. Then Dad stroked my belly, his fingers running up the center cut of my abs and got his serious tone back. “OK if we talk now, Slugger? A serious talk?” I was ready to talk. “Yes. And I need to apologize, Dad. The way I’ve been acting.” Dad shushed me. “Slugger, you’ve done a few things I’ve had to reprimand you for over the years, but this one’s on me. Entirely. I’ve spent the last couple of years thinking about you… sexually. When they first happened, those thoughts, I felt like I was the shittiest person on earth. But they wouldn’t go away, and I started thinking, well, maybe if it’s just a fantasy, I can have something to think about when stroking off, that’s separate from reality.” He took a deep breath, his arms regaining their hold on me . I felt myself draw air in, too. It was like our breathing was synchronized as we lay there. I had a feeling about what he was about to say, but I lay there, enjoying the heat of his body and just listened. I let Dad get what he had to say off his chest. “And that worked, or at least I thought it did. Until Paul’s wedding. I was so proud of you for coming out to me, that you could be honest, a real man. And I still feel that way.” He ruffled my hair like he used to when I was little. That little gesture, combined with his compliment, made me melt into his arms. I mean, all the tension I felt just drained away. Dad noticed, I could tell by his own posture, but he didn’t say anything. He just ran his hands along my well-conditioned arms. “But finding out that you felt that way about me… it floored me. I didn’t have any resistance in me… when you came into my room, I couldn’t resist you, Slugger. Resist the very scenario I’d dreamed about a hundred times. It was playing out like my fantasy, even better, but it scared the shit of me.” “Me too, Dad,” I finally interrupted, turning my head towards his. He paused and leaned down to kiss my forehead. “I figured as much. I mean, it’s pretty heady stuff what we did, Jimbo, right? Dad and son, getting it on.” “I knew I had to take the chance.” “I’m glad you did. Like I say, I’m proud you have the honesty I didn’t have about this. But I wasn’t ready to take that risk. I couldn’t risk messing up the relationship we have. So I decided it couldn’t happen again.” He let out a sigh against my ear. “I guess what I didn’t know, what it took me two months of bullheadedness to realize, is that I was the one messing it up, getting in the way of us, by pushing you away. By denying what I wanted. What we both wanted.” “Dad,” I said, my voice cracking. My heart couldn’t pound any faster. “Hear me out, first, Jim.” His paternal, authoritative voice returned automatically. “I want this, but if we continue, I gotta lay down some rules.” “OK.” I was nervous, but also excited as fuck to hear that Dad would want to do this again. “It’s gotta be on a time-by-time basis. If you say no, or I say no, that’s it. We’re not doing anything. No questions, no pushing the boundaries. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” “And no matter what, I love you. As a father. Nothing about this changes that.” “I love you, too. Dad. As a son.” Dad’s hand came up, gripping my chin as he pulled my head around and met me in a kiss. Of course, the very idea I was kissing Dad made me go erect again. Dad noticed, running his free hand down my ridged abs, fingers in my pubes before he gripped my hardon. Even with his large hand, his fingers didn’t curl all the way around the girth. “Damn, Slugger, you got one hell of a tool on you. You know that?” he said as his lips still brushed mine “Yes, sir. Not as big as yours.” “It may take me a minute to catch up with you. I’m not 19 any more.” He met me in another kiss, as we fell back onto the bed and rolled around, face-to-face once more. On top of me, Dad shoved his hands under my arms, gripping my upper back as I held the back of his head and his waist. Making out, intently, passionately. “Another thing,” Dad finally said, ending our kiss a little abruptly. “It goes without saying anything, this is strictly between us. And we only do it when it’s just us alone, no chance for anyone else around.” “Of course,” I said. Dad looked up and saw my alarm clock. “Damn, I really should be getting back, Slugger. It’s nearly 10.” “Yeah,” I said, disappointed but understanding. It had been such a thrilling evening that I wondered if it was possible to have too much of a good thing. Dad did a push-up off me and stood. His huge erection jutted out from his hairy crotch as he gripped the base and gave it a little bounce. “Any chance I could get some head before hitting the road?” he asked with a hopeful smirk. I smiled, sliding off the bed and onto my knees. I looked up as he stepped closer, smiling down at me. I leaned up, licking the foreskin-covered head, and happy to be tasting once again the cock that made me. I didn’t peel the skin back. My tongue welcoming him back into my mouth as my lips locked around him. Taking him in me, sucking him. “That’s it Jimbo, Oh yeah…” Dad gasped, as he stroked my cheek. The look of purer lust on his face only served to fuel my own. “I know it’s a lot, son…. Ggmm… take what you can.” Now, Dad’s dick is real long and even with some experience I wasn’t remotely close to deep throating him. I focused on the first four or so inches, bobbing, sucking, and licking in steady alternation as I gripped the rest of him in my stroking fist, feeling his foreskin glide over his solid shaft and across my tongue as his cockhead kissed the back of my mouth. Dad’s breathing got fuller as he spread his legs slightly and leaned back, enjoying his son blowing him. I felt his hands on the top of my head, rubbing my hair, patting me, encouraging me to keep at it, telling me he was loving this. I was loving it, too. Dad was leaking pretty good as I blew him and I could taste that salty-alkaline flavor, which I was carefully memorizing by heart. His taste. My dad’s taste. The sperm that made me. It drove me mad, and I sucked harder, faster. I could tell Dad was getting close because the hands on my head got more insistent. Pushing me down onto his large prick as he gently thrust his hips. Not too hard, but definitely more commanding, impatient. “Damn, son, I’ve been thinking about this for two months, now. Christ, you’re good at this. So good to your dad… Ugnh… Oh, Slugger…” He started whimpering then finally he held my head steady as he came, spraying my throat with his potent ejaculate, his hip gently heaving with each thrust. That amazing bitter-salty taste. My little brothers sluicing down my throat like a raw oyster. He pulled out slowly, letting me suck his satiated cock, gently biting his skin before letting it fall from my lips. He knelt down and cupped my face as he gave me a furious kiss while I jacked off. “That’s it, Jimbo. Jerk that prick. Come for me. Come on, son,” he moaned in a mantra in my ear as he groped my chest and abs, gently tweaking a nipple. He knew how to push my buttons, all right. “Fuck!” I yelled and came all over myself. “Oh, yeah. Nice one,” Dad said as he kissed me, patted my shoulder and stood back up. I stood only to fall back on the bed, nude and covered in my own jizz as I watched Dad get dressed again. I got one last look at his beautiful long penis, now shrinking but still hanging heavy. It was hard not to smile as I savored seeing him fit his powerful thighs into the jeans or slipping on that worn US Navy T over his large upper body, tucking in the shirt, like he sometimes did. “So,” he asked, putting on his boots as he sat back on Tim’s bed. “That bit about needing to catch up with school work this weekend… Was that on the level?” “Yes and no,” I sighed, not surprised that Dad could see through my fibs. “I could have come home this weekend, really, but I do need to bust my ass the next couple of weeks if I want all As and Bs.” I wasn’t an honors student by any stretch but Dad took my grades seriously, and I knew I wanted to keep in good standing for my scholarship. Better safe than sorry for my first semester. He buckled his belt. “Well, you better be coming home for Christmas break,” he said in a way that was both stern and loving. “Yes, sir. I’m looking forward to it, Dad.” Dad put on his pea coat and picked up his keys, checking to make sure he had everything. He paused and gave one last look down on me. Maybe I should have gotten dressed but it felt great to be open and free with Dad like this. “Son, you are so friggin’ beautiful,” he said softly with awe in his eyes. “All right. Gotta go. For real. See you in a couple weeks?” “Yeah Dad. Love you.” “Love you, too, son.” He beckoned me off the bed for a quick kiss and then he was gone. I lay back on my bed, the sheets still felt warm as they still had Dad’s scent on them. Just feeling and smelling it, and thinking about what just happened gave me wood again. I reached down and gave a gentle stroke. Then faster, more intent. Jacking off now. Horny again. I shut my eyes and pictured Dad’s powerful body, his quiet masculine demeanor, and once more I was coming. ***** I did go home for Christmas, and Dad and I did have sex, but not as much as you might think. Matt was home, too, and Paul and his wife, Megan, were over for Christmas dinner. John came down for a couple of days, though without a girlfriend. Turns out he and Kelly had broken up. This all meant that my time home was family time and catching up with my brothers. Yeah, a 19-year-old’s hormones don’t just go away, but I had nice long stroke sessions each morning waking up and again before bed that kept the edge off. But istanbul travesti things did come to a head the Monday after Christmas. It was after John left. Matt had gone off to hang out with his friends in town, which prompted Dad to ask if I wanted to go out as well. “Don’t you have any friends to catch up with, Jimbo?” he asked as I entered the basement rec room. Truth be told, I’d grown apart from a lot of guys I knew in high school. Maybe it was the gay thing, or just the way college changes your interests. I still kept up with my best friend Rick, but his Mom had gotten remarried in the fall and moved to Florida, so he was spending most of winter break there. “Nah, I’m good,” I said, settling into the couch next to Dad as an NFL game was starting. I wasn’t dressed to go out – just in my usual baseball cotton shorts and hoodie. Dad looked just as comfortable in a T and sweats. Dad gave me a half-concerned look and then added, “I hope you’re not being a loner up at college. Life’s too short for that.” “No, sir. I’m doing OK.” There were other times I’d love a heart-to-heart with Dad, but right then I wasn’t in the mood. Believe it or not, it was into the second quarter of the game before I realized what I was in the mood for. Something clicked and I realized it was the first time Dad and I had been alone together since I got home. Dad must have been thinking the same thing. Or maybe he was just horny. He stared forward at the TV but I saw that his dick was fully erect in his sweatpants. Not making any advance on me, but I got the feeling he was waiting for me to notice, spreading his legs, letting the material stretch and frame his cock just right. It was a trip how massively hung my father was. I surmised he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath his sweats because nothing seemed to constrain the long hard tube that rode up along the crease of his groin and pushed the fabric up. I watched in fascination as the cock pulsed again and grew, unbelievably, even longer. I could almost even make out the foreskin’s wrinkle at the tip under the material. When I looked up, Dad was no longer watching the game but watching me look at his dick. He grinned. “You wanna, Slugger?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Dad gave a look around the rec room, as if to make sure the coast was clear. An irrational move since it was just us, but he was right, we had to be careful not to get caught. With an impish grin he lifted the elastic band and slid it down his crotch, revealing his giant, thick phallus and bushy crotch. It looked as marvelous as I remembered, and I knew I’d never get sick of looking at this dick. Dad, erect and powerful. I so wanted to take my time exploring him, but I didn’t know how much time we were working with, since Matt could be home at any point. So I quickly pulled down my shorts so I could jerk off and I leaned over and took my father into my mouth. “Oh Jimbo, that’s good,” he hissed, relaxing back into the sofa as I went down on him. I felt out of practice and choked a little as too much of the cock lodged in the back of my mouth too quickly. But I pulled back and played with the foreskin with my tongue before bobbing back down. It was a real rush, and I felt turned on as ever. I masturbated as I developed a rhythm sucking Dad. I wished I could deep throat him but a few inches would have to do as my fist could cover the rest. It was a technique that had worked well for Dad last time. His dick felt hard and almost commanding in my mouth, and his words only added to my lust as his hand cradled my neck. “You gonna take my cum, Jimbo? Gonna swallow it? It’s not gonna take me long to shoot. Oh God, son, you’re gonna make your dad cum.” That did it. I moaned around his dick as my hand filled with my sperm and I did my best to catch it so it wouldn’t drip. My upper body heaved in jerking motions as I nutted, I was so overcome. I stopped sucking as I gasped, the head of his dick was still in my mouth as my orgasm racked my nerves. Dad noticed, stroking my chin. “Yeah Jimbo, get off of your dad’s dick.” As I recovered from the intensity of my orgasm I dove back on Dad’s cock and started sucking with renewed intensity. It took only a half minute before his breaths got shorter. He stopped his sex talk but instead low, encouraging moans came from him, then his body tensed. Dad’s load was thick and salty, and I suspected he too had been worked up during this time I was at home. It came in seven or eight heavy spurts, and I greedily gulped each one down, the semen thick almost like a warm pudding. It still was an incredible rush to taste my own father’s sperm, the liquid DNA pooling on my tongue as I thought there were thousands of potential brothers and sisters in there. I enjoyed the taste but also the thrill of the seed entering my body. Finally, the heavy ejaculation slowed to soft dribbles in my mouth, the consistency now thinner. I pursed my lips along his dick head and hood to coax the last little bit out before finally relinquishing my prize. I grabbed a napkin to wipe my load off my hand and pulled my shorts back on as Dad readjusted his sweats. We both looked at each other with a satisfied smile, but at that moment we heard the door open upstairs. Matt was home. I saw the satisfaction drain from Dad’s face, replaced with nervousness and guilt. “That was too close,” he whispered as he got up, leaving me to watch the rest of the game as he went upstairs. ***** That moment put a damper on the rest of the week. I wouldn’t call Dad distant, but we both were feeling uneasy about it. Like we were drawn to each other but the very act of sex brought up emotions we weren’t ready to deal with. I wasn’t sure anyone would be able to deal with them. Each morning in my JO session I would think back on sucking Dad’s cock and I’d shoot a heavy load on my belly, but I’d barely wiped up before I’d feel bad about it all. Partly because I was making Dad feel bad about it all. So I went back to campus with an incredible sexual experience under my belt and a lot of guilt to go with it. The story of Jim McGrath’s life, I mused. I was back in Charlottesville right after New Year’s, almost two weeks before the semester started. A lot of the guys on the team came back early as well, taking advantage of the training facilities and getting in shape for the upcoming season. Maybe it was the bleak winter weather, but it also felt like a good time to be spending extra time in the gym. It was intense, but I was pushing myself with my lifting workouts, and supplemented them with agility exercises and just enough interval cardio to stay conditioned. I ate a ton and found myself conking out early each evening. While gains aren’t an instant thing, I was at the age where I put on mass relatively fast, and I had a good base already. I was getting increasingly proud of my progress, particularly the way my back and shoulders were balancing out my chest and arms. Even if I did this foremost for baseball, I imagined how men would see my appearance. It was the Saturday before classes started back, and I was in the middle of a hard leg workout. I had just started a set on the squat rack when I heard my ringtone chime over the gym music. I finished my set and then looked at the caller ID of the missed call; it was Jack Grant. He hadn’t called me on this phone since my weekend out in San Diego a little over a year earlier. But he had my cell number from that trip. I reracked the loaded olympic bar with a loud clang. I sent him a quick text: “At the gym. Talk later?” As I loaded more weight for my last set, I got a reply. “Yep. I’ll be around.” I took my time finishing my workout. I was still sweaty when I got back to my room and downed a protein shake. After taking a seat at my desk, I pulled out my phone and dialed LCDR Grant back. “Hey Jim,” he greeted. His masculine voice was already great to hear. “Hi Jack,” I said, uncontrollably smiling. “What’s up?” I was glad to hear from the guy, but he also didn’t have a history of calling, so I wasn’t sure what was going on. “Hope you don’t mind my calling, but I wanted to see how you’re doing.” “Fine,” I said. “School starts back next week, I’m just trying to get in shape for the season.” “Good to hear,” he said. “Listen… Bob told me you came out to him.” “Oh yeah,” I said. “I finally did it.” “I’m glad,” he said. “I know he’s proud of you. I’m proud of you, Jim.” “Thanks,” I said. The compliment was nice, but I also felt embarrassed for some reason. Also, the conversation felt awkward, picking up with Jack after not having seen him in over a year. And it was Jack Grant, Dad’s friend, not Jack Grant, the guy who took my cherry. “Bob wasn’t sure if you had any gay friends,” he added. I now knew why Jack was calling. Dad was worried about me, and he thought his gay friend would be the one to help me out. It was always a surprise to be suddenly aware of Dad’s perspective on things, and his concern, Jack’s too, touched me. “I have a couple,” I said. “But not a lot. My friend Charlie here is gay, and he kind of helps me… even though I gotta stay in the closet.” “That’s good,” Jack said. “Well, know you always got me, too, if you need to talk about anything.” He paused, and I could hear his trademark charm in his voice. “I mean, I know the sex we had might complicate things, but I can be a good freind, too.” “Well, Charlie and I have had sex, too,” I admitted with a nervous laugh. Maybe it was all I bottled up lately, but it felt great to talk about this stuff with someone. “I remember when you told me about fuck buddies, and, well, he’s kind of mine now.” Jack chuckled and said in his sexy voice. “Glad to hear, Jim. A guy like you, your age, needs some fun.” I found myself nodding, even though Jack couldn’t see me. I leaned back my chair, my prick getting fuller in the crotch of the sweatpants I’d tossed over my workout shorts for my walk home. “I bet you do, too,” I tossed out there. “Yes, I guess that’s something you don’t grow out of.” “Tell me if I’m out of line, Jack,” I said, “but I keep thinking about that weekend I spent out with you.” There was a pause, then his voice got softer. “I think about that, too, Jim. And, no, you’re not out of line.” I breathed out a soft sigh. “You know, no one’s fucked me since then. I keep thinking about it,” I said as I let my hand feel the shape of my pecs through my sweaty workout T. Jack was getting horny now, I could tell. “Oh hell, Jim, I wasn’t sure. I mean, you took to it so well, I thought maybe you’d seek it out.” I bit my lip pensively as I felt my nips harden under my exploratory fingers. “Well, I, uh, keep wanting to, but it has to be with the right guy, you know?” “It’s good to be careful,” Jack replied, like he was avoiding discussing me getting fucked too much or too directly. “Definitely. I need someone I can trust. But, yeah, I miss it. A lot.” I pulled the hem of my shirt up, my fingers running between the ridges of my abs, stroking the still damp hairs of my trail. “Damn, Jim,” his voice croaked with some lust. I could tell my words were working up the Lieutenant Commander. I decided to be freer with my words. “Plus, you did a really amazing job breaking me in, Jack. It’s gonna be hard to find a man who can live up to my first time.” I let my fingers brush the hot skin just beneath the band of my compression jock briefs before sliding them under the layers of elastic, caressing my straining cock and delving a little bit farther. “You did an amazing job taking it.” Jack’s voice began to growl. “I wish you were here now. Or that I was there,” I said with a little plea in my voice. I felt my fingers run along my perineum as I pressed my fingers deeper between my thighs. “You want it again, huh?” His voice was getting that telltale huskiness. LCDR Grant was getting turned on, all right. “God yeah,” I said. “Your cock felt real good in me, Sir.” My fingers circled my hot sweaty hole, imagining my fingers were Jack’s, getting my ready to take that beautiful, meaty officer cock again. I could almost hear him wrestle with his conscience again. Guess which side won out. “Well, your ass felt amazing, Jim. So good.” I quickly pulled my hand back and I pushed my sweatpants, shorts and compressions down, freeing my fat hardon. “Want to jerk off?” I asked, my voice hoping he’d say yes. “Yeah?” Jack was surprised but definitely into the idea. “We doing this?” “Fuck yeah,” I hissed, rooting around for the lube I stashed with my toiletries. “Stroking off with my fuck buddy Jack,” I hissed as I sat back in my chair and applied some lube on the tip, watching it run down the length. “Damn, Jim… you’re so freakin’ hot… Unzipping now,” he practically growled. “Yeah? My hot, Navy man… I remember your body, Jack. And that beautiful cock of yours. And how bad I wanted it.” I ran my fist up and down my hard shaft, savoring the sensation of each inch of motion. By the sound of his breath, I could tell Jack was now stroking, too. “You did want it,” he sighed. “You were hot and horny and virgin… oh fuck.” “I’m not a virgin any more, sir,” I grunted. Pumping harder as I knew Jack could hear the slick lube of each stroke. “Fuck no,” Jack hissed. “You fucked that cherry right out of me… you and that hot cock of yours.” “Christ, Jim,” Jack cried. He was obviously getting close. I was getting close, too, and my dick surged super hard with each downward stroke of my fist. Some masturbation sessions the feelings are just heightened, and this was one of them. I was turned on like crazy, but there was also something physical about the sensations in my dick. They just felt better. I wanted to get Jack off, though, make him shoot first. “Yes, sir. You fucking took me. Knew I needed my first fuck and you delivered, didn’t you? Hard fuckin officer cock straight up my tight virgin hole.” “Oh, fu-… oh FUCK!” the man on the other end of the phone cried and I knew he was having a major nut. I felt proud, and excited. Rapidly, I stroked faster, a rapid blur of my hand, until I felt my nuts churn and then I experienced a tremendous orgasm. No words, but a loud grunt told Jack I was climaxing. “Hell yeah,” he encouraged as I sprayed my abs and workout shirt with stripes of fresh jism. “Whoo, thanks,” I said as I milked my cock of its final drops. “I should be thanking you, Jim. Where did you learn sex talk like that? That was incredible.” There was a clear satisfaction in his voice, and a lot of surprise. “I had a fuck buddy who introduced me to it. Oh, and lots of porn,” I laughed, looking for a kleenex to wipe off my dripping semen as it was starting to run off my abs. Jack chuckled in response. “Well, you’re really fucking good at it. I really was calling to check on you as a friend, you know, but wow…” I was sure I could hear him grinning. I was coming down from my orgasm now, and feeling that warm satisfied glow. “I appreciate that, too, Jack. I really do.” I tossed the damn Kleenex into the garbage bin and hiked my shorts and sweats back up. “It’s great to have someone to talk to.” “Well, I’m here for you, Jim. Anytime.” “Thanks, sir,” I said, my previous address to him coming back automatically. Jack didn’t say anything about it. “Well, stay strong and stay safe, buddy. OK?” “Yep, I will. And thanks for calling, Jack.” We bid goodbye and hung up. I had to chuckle at how wild it was having phone sex for the first time, with Jack Grant no less. But I sure as hell knew it lightened my mood a hundred times.

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