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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 19 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 Nineteen Mexico, Day 3 (cont.) I barely remember our dinner, but I do remember being famished. Dad was too, apparently, as we each scarfed down our meal. We made some light conversation, but it was like neither of us was eager to spoil the moment with any heavy reckoning with what just happened – or what was happening this week. I felt complete and total contentment as I sat across from him. A guy can experience a lot of emotions after sex, but this kind of relaxed happiness was one of the best. I could tell Dad was feeling it too, and it was like we were in sync in our moods. I passed on the margarita this time, and Dad stuck to a beer. God, he looked so handsome in his relaxed vacation mode… suntanned, casually dressed in a polo and shorts, and his normal Navy officer posture less uptight now that we sat and finished the last of our meal, having rushed through most of it. Dad finally sat back and took a sip of his beer. The look on his face was priceless – loving, affectionate, and paternal all at once. I could only imagine the way I was looking at him. He didn’t say anything but just gave me a wink. It hit me fully then, the full implications of this incestuous affair Dad and I were having. So completely taboo and against every social convention. Even though we’d first had sex a year and a half before, this threshold – Dad actually fucking me, actually cumming inside me – was a majorly forbidden act. I knew I should be feeling more misgivings. But at that moment, I felt like I’d won a lottery ticket, a chance to experience my deepest sexual fantasy in a way few men would ever be able to. And Dad’s wink told me he was feeling at least some of what I was, too. I felt goosebumps on my skin and a tingle in my nerves. The idea thrilled me and turned me on as well, and I felt my thick dick firm up in my shorts. After the deep release I’d just had an hour or so earlier, my immediate sexual response surprised even me. But indeed, my prick was lengthening in my boxer briefs and I had to think of something, anything, to keep from getting a full on boner in the restaurant. “Doing OK, Slugger?” Dad finally asked, still giving me a relaxed grin after the busboy cleared our plates. “More than OK, Dad,” I replied with a small grin, squirming just a bit in my seat as I battled to keep my hardon in check. I knew I had to talk less directly than if we were in private. “I’m just really happy right now,” I said sincerely. The look in Dad’s eyes told me he knew what I was saying. Smiling, he replied, “I’m glad to hear that.” We sat contently silent for a minute, my elbows and forearms on the table, Dad sipping at the last of his lager. We kind of looked at each other with our goofy smiles, communicating with our eyes. His handsome looks, the way Dad comported himself with Navy stature, the way his lips sipped at his bottle, the way his hairy, bulky muscles moved and bulged under his polo shirt – it all made me deeply attracted to him. I imagined Dad’s huge uncut dick swinging in his shorts and worried that if we kept this up I’d get a full-on boner. Dad had such a magnetic pull on my sex drive. “What do you say we walk around for a bit, maybe stop for a beer?” Dad asked in an unusually laid-back tone of voice, breaking the spell. I nodded, “Sounds awesome. I’ll probably need to go for a run tomorrow after the extra booze this week,” I said self-deprecatingly. I’d worked hard to trim off some of my post-injury padding on my middle, and I didn’t want this week to be a setback. But I was on Spring Break, in Cancun, with Dad. “But a beer sounds great,” I agreed. Fuck, everything about my Navy Captain father was incredible to watch. The casual way he sauntered to the counter to pay our check, his posture upright as he walked, even in his relaxed state. As we strolled along the busy boulevard, I increasingly became aware of my asshole, recently fucked and almost still tingling from the sensation. I smiled to myself knowing that I had Dad’s fresh load deposited into the deepest parts of me. Dad’s an incredibly hung man, and his fuck had left my pucker raw and sensitive… not exactly sore, but feeling very much alive. And I felt something else too, a kind of emptiness, like Dad had stretched me out and I looked forward to his dick being back inside me. It was a crude and sexual idea, and it had my dick firming up again. I casually put my hands in my pockets to hide my growing erection as we strolled mostly in silence, sharing a few glances and words as Dad led the way. The bars were pretty touristy in the hotel zone, but we were late enough to miss the happy hour crowd and early enough to avoid the late night revelers. For now, the music was low and the place Dad picked had a mellow, laid-back vibe to it. Dad and I stepped up to the open bar, where the 30-something Mexican bartender was conversing with a seated patron, clearly American. The customer was an older gentleman, maybe around Dad’s age, a bit more rugged and weathered with a rougher tan and deeper lines on his face, but still handsome in a rough-hewn sort of way. His gently receding and slicked-back hair was grayer, overtaking the black as his coarse stubble was almost white around his sharp chin. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a light button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his muscled forearms. But his semi-professional attire seemed to mismatch the tattoos that were inked down both his arms. His laugh was loud as he cradled a beer bottle in his hands as he listened to the bartender. Dad nodded at the bartender, who came over to take our order. “So where are you guys from?” the American gentleman asked out of the blue after we ordered our beers. He had that very chatty vibe of a man traveling alone. While he wasn’t obnoxious, he talked loudly in what seemed to be a New York or New Jersey accent. “Virginia,” Dad replied with some cool reserve before taking a deep swig from his bottle. “Virginia… Whereabouts? I was stationed in Norfolk in my Navy days,” the man replied as he turned in his seat to face us, one elbow on the bar as he nursed his bottle. From the vantage I could see that he was definitely well built underneath his button-down. “Navy, huh. What ship?” Dad asked with new curiosity. The man’s deep eyes perked up as he detected Dad’s interest. “USS Abraham Lincoln,” he replied, “20 years, Senior Chief, retired,” he said, pulling up his beer for a sip. I looked at Dad, smiling beside himself as he straightened his posture just a tad, his chest jutting out just a bit as well and said, “27 years, U.S. Navy, Captain, active duty.” The man immediately extended his hand. Dad clasped it in a clearly strong grip as I watched the veins and cords in Dad’s thick hairy forearm pop and bulge, even his bicep flexed, stretching the already strained sleeve of his polo shirt. “A pleasure to meet you, Sir,” the man said, his smile and voice now more friendly. “The name’s Frank.” “Robert. And this is my son, Jim,” Dad said as he introduced himself and me as well. Frank extended his hand and shook mine with a strong grip. “You Navy like your father?” he asked with a sly curl to his lip. It was only then that I noticed he was looking at me intently. With clear sexual interest. It wasn’t something I was expecting, certainly not here on vacation in Cancun, and not in my frame of mind at that moment. But the man was definitely interested in me, gaze heavy with attraction. “Nah, I’m a sophomore at the University of Virginia,” I replied as I politely shook his hand and let go, stepping back just a hair and a bit closer to Dad. Frank gave me one more brief glare with his intent gaze. “I’ve been down here on business all week,” Frank said, quickly turning his attention back to Dad. “In the restaurant consulting business, mostly design and reconstruction projects…” “One of your clients?” Dad asked, gesturing around the front bar space of the restaurant. Frank chuckled. “Can you tell? It’s definitely due for an overhaul.” Even as he made small talk with Dad, his eyes would flit over in my direction, linger on my body or my face for a half second before returning. If I wasn’t gay I wouldn’t even notice it, but it became clearer and clearer that my intuition was right. “So how did you get into that line of work, anyway?” Dad asked. “Had an old buddy who ran a construction business and lined up work for me after I retired from the Navy. Didn’t guess it would be a career, but it’s been great. No heavy lifting, I get to travel… you never know how things will work out,” he said, tilting the lip of his bottle at Dad with a smile. As Dad and I got closer to finishing off our beers, Dad gestured to the bartender for another round. Dad and Frank began talking Navy, less formal and more in a “brothers-in-arms” sort of way. Dad and I sipped our beers as I tried to follow along. But like before, I wasn’t that versed in Navy talk, so I ended up just listening and nodding in agreement as I watched Dad’s body language and noticed the way he took control of the conversation – typical Navy captain. Dad and the retired senior chief soon began talking fondly about ports, days at sea, and some not so fond encounters with a couple of incompetent admirals. But despite the conversation, Frank’s eyes kept coming back to me. I could feel the heat on my face as I felt embarrassed being scoped out, right in front of Dad. I mean, I couldn’t fault the man, he wasn’t doing anything more than looking, but I hadn’t been prepared for the collision of the şişli travesti two parts of my life. Somehow Dad picked up on it. I soon felt Dad’s large arm reached across my back and firmly grip my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as he didn’t miss a beat in his conversation. “Well, it’s been great talking to you, Frank. We’re going to grab one of those high tops,” Dad said, tipping his head at the table behind us. The man nodded as if there was nothing amiss, lifting his beer up as if to toast. “Great meeting you, Captain…. Enjoy your holiday… you too, Jim,” he said with one last intense stare. “You too, sir,” I said in the polite tone that had been instilled in me since I was a kid. I followed Dad across the bar as he led me to an empty and secluded high top table in the corner. I settled into my seat, holding my beer as I looked back at Dad, his face looking embarrassed. “You caught on, too,” I prompted in a low voice as I raised my brow at him. Dad nodded and gave me an amused grin. “Poor Slugger… you can’t go anywhere without someone coming on to you,” he teased, referencing the college girl from the day before. “At least he’s the right gender,” I replied. Dad’s face got a little more serious. “I shouldn’t assume anything, Jimbo,” he said as he gripped his beer bottle. “If you want to go off with anyone while you’re down here, you should. When I said you could go do what you wanted, I meant it.” “Dad… I didn’t flirt with him… I’m not into him, for real,” I said, slouching back in my seat, a little frustrated that Dad seemed to be encouraging my interest in other men, after we’d fucked just that afternoon. But I quickly recognized he was just looking out for my happiness. Dad gave a thoughtful nod of agreement. “Well, if you were…” he started, not finishing the thought. “…though I will say I had envisioned a college guy, someone your age, would be more your type.” I blushed. Dad had to know that since I was into him sexually, I was potentially open to being with older men, men twice my age. But I hadn’t really talked with him about my preferences along those lines and didn’t quite feel ready to then. “How would you know my type?” I asked, thumbing my bottle in my hand as I turned the table on him instead. Dad shrugged. “Fair question. I don’t. You haven’t dated anyone seriously, so I don’t have a lot to go on.” Dad folded his arms on the table as he gave me a fatherly look. I could see where he was coming from. “Do you know my brothers’ types?” I asked, continuing the train of thought. He seemed a little surprised by the question, but nodded. “I’ve not met enough of Matt’s girlfriends, but I predict he’ll be with someone with a military connection somehow, maybe even a fellow officer….. John and Paul, though, definitely,” he smirked. “And…?” I prodded, leaning forward in my seat. “John goes for tall, thin brunettes, smart but not too smart…. Paul goes for the girl next door, popular but not the cheerleader, prom queen type.” I chuckled and nodded in agreement. That was Megan to a T. “I’m kind of scared to bring a boyfriend home now,” I joked. Dad laughed but kept up his serious Dad tone. “I know you’re kidding Jim, but when you get a boyfriend, I don’t want you to be afraid to introduce him.” Sometimes Dad could say something that would hit me deep emotionally, and this one did, by surprise. “Oh Dad,” I said, my voice heavy. “I’m serious, Jim,” Dad said, his voice prompting me to look at him. “I don’t want you to feel like a second-class McGrath, cause you’re not.” “It feels weird to be talking about this after what we did earlier,” I said. Dad nodded, serious and a little down. “Yeah, I know. But I’m your father first and foremost.” I nodded in acknowledgement. Since Dad had raised the topic, I felt like I had to feel him out. “Would you be upset if I ended up with an older guy, you know, for a boyfriend?” “No,” Dad replied without hesitation as he gently shook his head. “I want you happy, Jim. No qualifications. My instinct tells me that will be harder with an older guy, but you’re the one who makes that call, not me.” “I’m still figuring this out,” I said, leaning back in my stool. “I haven’t even had a boyfriend yet.” My words had a giveaway lament to them, and I worried I’d shared too much. “And I’m laying it on thick. Sorry, Slugger.” Dad was genuinely apologetic. I felt in a reflective mood as I put a smile on. “It’s cool. I think about this stuff too sometimes.” I went to grab another beer as I noticed the place was picking up a little. Thankfully, Frank was gone now. But I wondered if circumstances had been different, whether I would have hooked up with the man. He was older and military, but I wasn’t initially attracted to him, even though he had a nice body and a certain masculine hotness. It was strange to be reflecting on that after the day I’d had with Dad, but sometimes these ideas occur to you. Back at the table, and after a second beer, I felt a nice gentle buzz and I felt more forward with Dad. “You still feeling guilty about what we’re doing?” I asked after a lull in our conversation. It was noticeable that here in Cancun Dad felt more relaxed than in our previous times having sex. I specifically remembered the guilt in his eyes as he left my dorm room on more than one occasion. Dad gave a slight nod. “That doesn’t go away, but I don’t regret what we’ve done, if that’s your question, Jim.” That was as reasonable an answer as I could expect. It still blew my mind that Dad had fucked me. In the back of my psyche, somewhere was a nagging doubt. This was incest, socially and maybe morally inappropriate. But that moment had made me realize once and for all that I was less concerned with the inappropriateness of the act than the fear that Dad considered it wrong. Dad had an almost smile in his gray eyes as he looked across the high top at me. “I take it you’re not feeling any misgivings.” I blushed a little, feeling a warmth of excitement pulse through my body. “Maybe I should, Dad. But I don’t. Honestly, the fact it’s a forbidden thing is kind of a turn on.” Dad gave the slightest nod of agreement, letting me know he felt at least some of that, too. Leaning over, I whispered. “I meant what I said earlier, Dad… today was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.” I don’t know what led me to be so forthright with him. Maybe it was our relaxed mood. All last year, I’d deferred to him when it came to sex. I was the pursuer and had to respect the fact Dad wasn’t as all in on our incestuous sex. Now, I felt like it was worth admitting what our sex meant to me. As I made my naughty admission to him, Dad’s eyes brightened and looked at me more intently. At first, I thought he was being playful, bonding over the shared experience we had. But I quickly had a realization. Fuck, Dad was still horny. My gaze returned his as I nudged his leg underneath the high top, relishing the quick contact of my warm leg against his furry knee and thick calf muscle. It was even more thrilling to feel him press back against me. “What do you say we head back?” my father asked with a low, gravely tone and a smile, and another gentle tap of his bare knee against mine. I nodded excitedly. Dad and I quickly finished our beers, slamming them back before we made our way back to the hotel in the warm dark evening. As we got in the elevator, it was just the two of us, alone in the confined space. Dad smirked at me with a sideways glance, hands in his pockets and not doing a successful job at hiding his growing dick. Fuck, even with his big hands, the heft and shape of his fattening cock tenting his shorts was apparent to anyone looking. I know I was giving him a similar lascivious look as the elevator slowly made its way to our floor. I didn’t try to hide my crotch. My prick was firming up solidly and quickly. Each step down the hall and the act of putting in the key card seemed to take forever. Until finally, we were in our private refuge for our week. The balcony was dark behind the sheer curtains, but we’d left one bedside lamp on and its faint amber light softly filled the room. I heard the door shut behind me. And as I turned back around, Dad stepped up to me in two long strides, confident and sexy as he wrapped his muscled arms around my waist, easily pulling me into him with military strength. His determined face inched closer as my chest and crotch gently crashed into his. I took in his deep masculine scent once more, noting the smell of our last fuck still lingering on his skin. We kissed. Or rather Dad kissed me, pushing his lips against mine and parting them with authority. He groaned as he slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting of beer as I grasped his flared back through his snug polo shirt, pulling his body even closer. He growled into my mouth, holding me firmly against him, making sure I felt his long hard cock gently grind into me. Everything about the feel of Dad turned me on, and my head felt light and my dick grew hard trapped between us as I made out with my father, standing toe to toe in our room. Dad slowly pulled his tongue from my mouth, breathing deeply as his wide hands slid down and cupped my ass through my thin shorts. “Feeling sore down there, Slugger?” he asked, his deep voice almost a rumble as he kept his face close. “Yeah. Just a little,” I responded, my voice cracking with lust and need as I clawed at his lats through his shirt. Dad’s wide hands felt great, massaging and kneading my tight glutes, somehow reassuring. “Not bad, though.” “Too sore to let your old man have another go?” he asked as I felt his fingers drift closer to the cleft of my ass. “No,” I smiled and shook my head. “I’d love you in me again,” I said softly, gently pushing my ass into Dad’s cupping hands as I tilted my chin back towards his lips. Dad grinned, pulling my ass hard against him as I felt the solid shaft of his cock now wedged against my own hardening dick through our shorts. Dad’s mouth lunged at mine once more, capturing my lips as we kissed with more lust this time. I gripped Dad tightly as I felt his warm hands slide up onto my lower back, under my shirt, and just over my ass. I groaned into his mouth, matching the force of his kiss as I felt his fingers methodically slip underneath the band of my shorts and briefs before he pushed them off my ass and down unto my hips. Dad growled into our kiss once more as he finally gripped each of my bare muscled ass cheeks in his large hands, fingers kneading and digging into pliable but solid flesh as he gently spread me open. I felt the cool air blow beylikdüzü travesti across my freshly exposed and tender hole, making my gluteal muscles twitch in his grasp. I was getting hard, fast, as Dad’s fingers pushed naughtily into my asscrack, pulling and stretching the skin that framed my hole. I reached down and cupped the hardon in his shorts. His bulge had to be the size of a football as I felt the heat and stroked the shaft through the fabric. He was so fucking hard. “I want to suck you first, Dad,” I said, breaking away from our kiss and looking into his glinting eyes. I felt his cock in my hand twitch at my words. I didn’t wait for his reply as I slowly descended onto my knees, my ass falling out of Dad’s grasp as he let his hands fall to his sides. Dad smiled as he watched me crouch down with my shorts and briefs still hanging off my ass. I heard him let out a sigh of approval as I looked up at him, my hands gliding up his hairy quads and over the massive mound protruding out the front of his shorts. “That’s it, Slugger,” he encouraged just under his breath as I undid the button, pulling his fly open before tugging at his shorts and boxes, watching them slip down his hairy legs and pool around his ankles. Dad’s giant dick swung out like an errant baseball bat from a thatch of thick dark hair, hard, and at an angle low enough to show off the envious length. I couldn’t get enough of this cock – thick, 10 inches, uncut, and decorated with rivers of protruding veins. It was just beautiful. Powerful. I loved how I was getting acquainted with my father’s phallus. And yet, each time I saw it, his genitals looked more imposing in a brand new way. I leaned into his crotch, letting my smooth cheek brush the smooth, hot shaft. I looked up at Dad as I turned my face but not my eyes as I let my still wet lips and hot breath glide down the side of his cock, down to the base, into his wiry and fragrant pubes, and then back up to the still hooded tip, pulled taut with just the lips of his leaking piss slit exposed. Dad let out a couple ragged breaths, his mounded chest swelling under his polo as he watched me worship his primal dick. I gripped his heavy shaft in both hands, one at the fat base and one just under his flared and hooded head. I pulled at his velvety foreskin with my fist, bunching it up and letting it engulf the wide head. I looked down as I watched a pool of fresh sap collect just inside the folds. Dad groaned as the look on his face conveyed his need for my mouth. I think I moaned louder than Dad as my tongue reached out and licked at the foreskin, taking my time to explore and dig underneath before I started descending onto my father. I felt the tightness of my lips peel back his skin, bunching it under the corona as it entered my mouth. Dad’s thick legs trembled and the bulky muscles of his upper body tightened, stretching his shirt across his frame. I let my tongue wrap around the underside of his cock as he let more salty sweet precum ooze into my mouth. I looked up at Dad with hunger in my blue eyes, my baseball hands around his shaft and my wet lips wrapped just below his head. “Your mouth feels so good, Slugger….” his deep, low voice hissed. Then with a horny growl he urged me on. “Suck my cock, son.” He widened his stance the best he could with his shorts still around his feet. One of Dad’s hands was now gently on my head, lovingly playing with my short, curled hair as I sucked him, running his fingers through my bangs as he gently fed me more of his thick inches. “Yeah, Jimbo, get it nice and wet… nice and wet for your hole.” His words were nasty and sexual, and encouraged me to take more of his rod into my throat. I yearned to learn how to deep throat this monster, but in the meantime I just hoped to do a job worthy of this perfect man. “Attaboy, son…” he said in soft encouragement as my lips took in just under half. “Get your dad hard. I wanna fuck you again.” It wasn’t inventive or deep sex talk, but at that moment, I couldn’t imagine anything more outrageously powerful coming from my father’s mouth. I gave his dick a few more determined sucks, frustrated I couldn’t fit more of his prick into my throat without it becoming downright uncomfortable. But I relished the firmness of Dad, the resolute hardness of his cock signaling his libido and his turned-on state. I let out a heavy breath as I finally pulled off him, spit dripping off my bottom lip and around Dad’s now shimmering shaft. He grinned down at me as I gave his hooded head one last wet kiss. “Mind if I sit on it this time?” I asked as I stood up. My hands ran over his hard torso and over the mounds of his pecs still covered by this shirt, until finally I wrapped my muscled arms around his thick neck. “You’re a pretty big guy,” I said. I’d never done it that way, riding a dick, but since my hole was still tender I wanted to be more in control, like Holt had been when he straddled my dick all those months ago. “Sounds perfect, Jimbo,” Dad said as he walked me backwards towards the bed, holding me close while his hands cupped my ass. Finally letting me go, he swiftly stripped off his polo shirt and kicked off his flip flops, shorts and boxers as I peeled off my shirt and shorts to be equally nude. I watched him crawl up naked onto the bed on his knees, arranging the pillows in a heap against the headboard. He turned back towards me and reclined onto his back, sitting up with the pillows behind his back and head. The position emphasized the mass of his impressive chest as it protruded out above his firm stomach, the deep canyon between his majestic pecs covered in dark, silver-flecked hair. His powerful hairy legs were spread out, and his massive butt splitter of a cock stood ramrod rigid right up in between his thighs. He was turned on, all right. Our first pairing had been laden with emotion, and that was still there, but now with our first time out of the way it was like we enjoyed the sheer naughtiness of the sexual act. I crawled onto the bed to join my father. He watched me move between his spread thighs, licking at his hefty ballsac before I let my tongue slowly swipe up the 10-inch length of his cock. He groaned with satisfaction as I rubbed my face across his hairy stomach and between his pecs until I finally straddled his groin. Our leaking cocks pressed together as I faced him, meeting him for a hot, deep kiss. My hands planted on either side of his head, digging into the mound of pillows as Dad’s hands immediately, possessively, gripped my ass once more. Dad’s tongue probed and explored my mouth while I thrust mine back against his. I let him be dominant, possessing our kiss as Dad gently rocked my hips, guiding me, and grinding me against his super heated cock. Reluctantly, I broke our lip lock and looked over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube we’d left there from our first pairing. “I want to use this whole fucking bottle this week,” I grunted, as I sat up and reached over to snatch up the tube of slick. I wasn’t sure how my sex talk would go over, but Dad’s eyes widened in excitement. “Yeah, wet me down, Jimbo. Get that fucker ready for your tight hole. Yeah… I wanna be back inside my son.” Dad smirked up at me as he folded his arms behind his head, his massive, melon-shaped biceps bulging at his ears as I scooted back off Dad’s furry crotch and onto his hips. I squirted a good shot of fluid onto Dad’s erect meat. He hissed at the coolness then grinned with lust as I gripped the shaft like a car gear stick and spread the excess lubrication up and down the length. I scooted back up over him, straddling his waist with my balls now resting just under his belly button as I reached back and took hold of his dick once more. His cock felt even more obscenely large in my grip. “Oh… yeah, son,” Dad groaned, his hands still locked behind his head, biceps balled tight as I rubbed the head of his slick dick around my hole, circling my entrance before I rose up. Dad let his jaw hang open and watched my face intently as I pressed the hooded tip of his cock against my quivering entrance. His cock gave one last flex against my hole, before I slowly sank down on his lap. I let out a soft gasp as the ring of my gently bruised hole stretched over Dad’s slickened cock head once more. Fuck, Dad was entering me once more. It didn’t have quite the mind-fuck hotness of our very first fuck, but it was pretty damn close. Particularly as my sealed hole fought the penetration momentarily, seizing tight against the few inches of Dad’s dick that were now buried just inside me. Even though I had taken Dad just hours before, he was still way bigger than any guy I had in the past. Hell, my father was bigger than any guy in all my favorite porn scenes. Now it was like I could feel every ridge of that dick against my tight ass walls… at least every inch that was buried in me. Dad reached out, his hands soothingly running a line up and down my chest and clenched abs as my body did its best to accommodate his girth. Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me with paternal affection or eager lust. Probably both. “You got this, Slugger,” he said, his natural confidence already rubbing off on me. “I fucked you earlier… you just gotta let me in again.” I leaned down over him, my chest pressing into his as I felt Dad’s hands moving to soothingly caress my back as I sought his mouth, kissing him deeply for a second. “I want it, Dad,” I pleaded, “I want it so bad.” I sat back up, letting his prick slip free from my hole momentarily. I squirted more lube onto my fingers before I reached behind me, between my cheeks and massaged the lube into the tender folds of my puckered chute. Dad nodded at me as I gripped his slippery but hard cock again, tugging it a few times before angling it to the tender lips of my hole once more. I bit my lip in painful anticipation, holding back the moan as I pulled at Dad cock, pulling his foreskin back over the head. I descended again, not quite as tight this time but still not opening all the way up for him. I wanted to do my best for him, and started lifting off and on an inch of Dad’s spike, just an inch, in an effort to open myself back up. I felt the ring of my hole clutching around his prick head with each movement. Dad let out a little gasp, hands gliding up and down my back as I smiled down on him. “Feel good, Dad?” I asked. He nodded, the look in his eyes definitely communicating pure lust now. “You don’t even know, Jimbo… you feel amazing…. my own son’s ass.” The open acknowledgement istanbul travesti of our incest was a jolt of electricity to my body and my mind. This was a crazy taboo of an act we were committing and an unbelievably hot one. My father’s words just made me feel that more intensely. “Oh Dad!” I cried, so turned on, and just like that, I felt my clenched hole flower right up, opening for its new master. The penetration of the next few inches was deep and quick. My hole slowly spread open with a warm heat. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck yeah,” I sighed as my hole smoothy swallowed up the rest of the head of Dad’s cock once more, enjoying the painful pleasure of my hole re-stretching to the max. I swear I could feel the tight grip of my ass peel back Dad’s hood as he smoothly sunk into me. I held still, letting my hole pulse for a moment around that paternal cock as I waited for my ass muscles to relax. “That’s it, Slugger… open up for your dad… So fuckin’ good,” Dad moaned as I felt his hands on my thighs, feeling up my tense quads until they gripped my tight waist. I let my hand plant onto Dad’s flexed stomach as a few more inches slid into me, nudging then running right over my prostate. The pleasure in my chute made my cock jump with a sharp motion, fresh juice leaking onto Dad’s body beneath me. I was so horned up. I wanted Dad. I wanted his cock buried in me. I looked back down at him through hazy eyes and felt my father’s cock push past the seed he’s shot before. It slid right in, past my first ring, until about inch five or six, when my internal defenses kicked in at the invasion and clamped shut. Dad grunted at the sudden tightness. “Relax, son….” Dad muttered looking down at our pairing, then up into my eyes as his roaming hands explored my younger chest and abdominal muscle. “You got it, Jimbo. My son, the stud.” His words were having the desired effect as I gently rotated my hips in his lap, feeling the thickness wedge just a bit deeper. I let out a soft whimper. “God, Dad, your dick’s so big… it’s incredible…” Dad grinned back, no doubt loving the praise as I breathed and felt my chest heave until I felt my body accept him. I listened to Dad’s jagged breath as his big paternal cock pushed past my inner ring, the girth now stretching my bowels, though in a far more pleasant way. “Fuck… Dad… Yeah, Aww.. fuck, that’s so deep,” I moaned as I planted my hands onto his chest and gripped the round, dense muscle, my fingers exploring his chest hair. My new position bending me over just a bit, my ass pushing out as Dad slipped further, deeper into me. The gray-blue eyes boring into me were filled with silent, uncontrollable desire. Dad reached up and wiped the hair matted down on my brow. “Come on, Slugger,” he urged, flexing his cock in me, “Make me proud.” That was all it took. It was like all those little league games and high school award banquets came flooding back to me. I could do this. I looked down and took in the sight. Two men, two muscular bodies, two McGraths, connected and mating. I was Dad’s now. His hands possessively gripped my tight waist then slid around the curve of my ass, gripping my cheeks and pulling me apart. I watched as my legs had a mind of their own, spreading outward, lowering me, pushing me down further on my father’s rigid bone. Dad’s arms swelled and flexed as I felt his abs tighten beneath my cock. That monster-sized prick speared inward with little problem now as I imagined Dad’s own previous load lubing the way. As I relaxed, Dad impaled me deeper, he must have been at inch seven or eight by now, and my inside felt full and on fire. My prostate quivered as Dad’s cock massaged it with shallow micro thrusts. “That your butt nut?” He grinned up at me and I looked down through the haze of penetration, into his eyes, and all over, taking in the sight of his burly chest and powerful arms. All those muscles were fucking me. I nodded in affirmation. He was buried several inches deeper than my internal gland, but his thickness was pressing against it just right. “Yeah, you don’t even have to tell me. I can tell by your dick. That fucker jumps every time I rub across it. Like this…” Dad thrust a little deeper, and the veiny shaft of his fat cock massaged my inner gland again. “Fuck,” I cried as I clenched my eyes, feeling my hole spasm around his prick and letting the surge of pleasure fire down my flexed thighs. My hands moved from his chest tot grip the powerful arms I’d admired so often. Big, swollen hard balls of man muscle. Dad responded by flexing his round guns while still holding me, making the biceps swell and harden in my grasp. His prick swelled, too, stretching my anal ring and my internal passage even wider. “That’s it, grab a hold on, son. Take your time, Slugger, we got it. Got all night if we want. Got all week, even.” I huffed as I felt the infinitely slow pressure spear inward inside me. “Dad, I can’t believe how big you are.” I spread my thighs out wider and felt some of the pressure relieve itself. “Oh Slugger, your ass is so amazingly hot. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Dad said as I watched the pleasure on his own face as my anal walls rippled tightly around his invading cock. “I want it Dad,” I said, almost begging as I gripped his hard muscles. “Not as much as I do. Fuck!” he hissed as he held himself in check. He pushed more of his cock upward, and I held on tighter to his upper body to steady myself. He looked so unbelievably sexy at that moment, his U.S. Navy conditioned muscle pumped in the full act of mating, his handsome face convulsed in the determination of a man mid-fuck, his voice deepened with desire. “I guess two men can’t any closer than this, huh, Jimbo?” My guts clamped tight to his cock, this time out of pre-orgasmic convulsion. My legs relaxed and I sank now effortlessly onto his bone. I couldn’t help it, I never had felt such a deep, burning desire to mate with another person, to be fucked by him. The strain and the weight gave way and I descended further down. The tightness of penetration kept my orgasm at bay but felt wonderful nonetheless. I was getting filled by my father. When I hit bottom, my smile was uncontainable. “You like that, Slugger? Ten inches of your dad buried right up your tail?” Dad asked, my pleasure mirrored on his face as he ran his hands up and down my lower back. I twisted and writhed in his lap as I felt my stretched ring grip at the base of his cock. The hairs of his stomach bristled against my nuts and the blonde hairs of my taint. My hard dick rested heavy on his upper abs, just below his sternum. “Man, Dad, I can feel your balls against my butt. Big fat hairy fuckers….You got me pretty full, Dad.” “Tell me about it Jimbo, buried full bone into ya. It’s drum tight up there.” “Where you belong.” I leaned down and over him, feeling Dad’s cock slide out just as bit as I rocked my ass back. I felt the thick hair of his chest brush mine as I reached behind his sinew-corded neck and massaged the sun-bronzed skin, bringing our faces closer, our foreheads and noses so close to touching. His hands reciprocated by caressing the muscle in my back and shoulders until I felt one hand gently hold my neck. “And you belong here, sitting right down in my lap.” I immediately locked lips with my father and grabbed any inch of chest and shoulder I could. He started thrusting, but I held his chest firm to stop him. I wanted to control the pace this time. I sat back up on his lap, burying him to hilt once more. Squatting down into his lap, I pictured Jake, the star catcher on the team, his big hams bulging as he hovered behind home plate. I realized that’s what I must look like to Dad and a smile came to my face as I took in the admiration of his roving eyes. Flexing my quads and glutes I eased up his thick pole, watching his desire build every slow second of my ascent, then I fucked myself back onto him, grinding my taint into his hairy groin. Two loud grunts escaped as he impaled me deep. The angle knocked my breath out for a second, before I gathered it up to rise again, and then again, until I slowly found my pace, angling Dad’s cock to hit and grind all the right spots. Dad nodded through his own deep pleasure as he watched my face, watched as I rolled my hips, making his cock work for me as I only let a few inches pull out before burying it all back into my hole. My eyes occasionally fluttered shut as I gripped his chest, feeling it flex as I felt Dad gently thrust up, meeting my hips to make sure I felt all 10 inches. Dad held my waist, not in a commanding way, but as if he just wanted to feel me work. He whispered under his breath, encouraging me, telling me what a hot jock I was, what a stud I was for taking all he had. It was a slower fuck than Dad would have thrown, but the intensity worked for both of us, building up into a great crescendo as I made his girth rub against my prostate, pushing fresh sap from my dick onto his hairy stomach. I could feel the slickness of our connection and I knew Dad’s previous cum was mixing with the lube, making it a wetter, noisier fuck as my ass lips grew juicy-slick around his meat. The sticky sounds grew louder as I rode him, and I guessed that gravity was making Dad’s load leak out more now. Without saying a word, we rutted on that hotel bed, Dad holding my waist as I straddled him and bounced on his rigid cock, me caressing his arms and hairy chest. Our eyes stayed locked onto each other as we softly grunted with every thrust. Finally, silently, he gave me one of his trademark winks and I lost it. My cry caught in my throat, my “O” face silent as my insides contracted, choking Dad’s cock and holding him in place as volleys of pearly white jock juice sprayed upward and rained down on my father. Dad pulled me down onto his cock as he thrust back into me, feeling my rectal walls pulse around his shaft like a velvet vice with every shot. Glob after glob of the stuff clung to the silver-and-dark brown hairs on his chest, the smooth bulging muscle of his traps and neck. It was one of the cascading orgasms, where the third or fourth wave of pleasure is actually better and deeper than the first couple. Dad’s breathing quickened with low grunts as he thrust up into me with a few short jabs and suddenly I felt the viscous cum-lubricant mixture on his cock go even slicker with his hot seed. I watched Dad’s neck tighten and his mouth hang open with low growls. His powerful hands clenched my waist and held me in place as he planted his seed as deep as he could. Low guttural noises filled the room as he pumped me deep and full of his second load of salty sperm. All the while, he looked into my eyes and my smiling, post-orgasmic face. I didn’t climb off immediately, even though my ass now felt sore and open and used. I wanted my father in me another minute longer.

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