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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 22 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (ail) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn’t make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: ail. I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. NAVAL TRADITION Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody PART THREE: MEXICO Chapter Twenty-Two Mexico, Day 6 “I love you, Dad.” I had been caught up in the moment of our final fuck in Mexico and the overwhelming physical and emotional impact of it, so it didn’t occur to me right away that I’d said the wrong thing. It wasn’t until Dad silently dismounted me, extracting his long, softening, cum-coated phallus from my royally fucked hole and walked to the bathroom to piss and wash off, that I even realized what I said. Still in a daze, I brought my hand to my face to wipe the sweat from my brow. My dick was softening and rubbery as it laid across my lower abs, and my tender hole was still tingling, coming off my orgasm and the deepest fucking I’d had to that point. I lay there in the dampness of my own sweat and cum, feeling the heat radiate off my skin. I bent one knee and immediately felt the rush of cool air blow between my now open cheeks, the brisk sensation making my asshole feel exposed and very wet. I let my fingers wander down past my balls and between my thighs, feeling the smear of lube and Dad’s spunk coat my satisfied pucker. I didn’t know how much Dad had come, but he generally shot big and given how worked up we just were, I was sure this time was no exception. I heard the toilet flush and the sink running behind the shut bathroom door. I pulled my fingers from my ass as I heard the door open. Dad looked incredible as he came back into the room, his now hooded penis soft and long, swaying from his hairy crotch with two large testicles tucked behind it, his beautiful foreskin now enveloping the head with a crinkled tip. His chest seemed more pumped and broader if possible, but that might have just been the angle or the angle of the lamplight. The soft swirls of his brown fur, not too thick – a heavy pelt, slowly drying in its sweat-matted state down and across his heavily muscled body. If I hadn’t been fucked out already, I would have popped a bone looking at him now. His stoically handsome face, though, was stone serious. Not mad, but not happy either. It was then, I knew I’d gone too far. Of course my father and I often expressed our love for one another, as father and son. Dad wasn’t shy about showing affection. But this was different. I was in love with my father. Beyond a crush, but an infatuated, head-over-heels romantic kind of love. It had come out in that fuck, the admission I didn’t even know I wanted to make. My feelings now hit me like a two-ton truck, along with a dread at Dad’s reaction. He didn’t say anything, though. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe I’d get Robert McGrath’s silent disapproval. Fuck. I mustered the energy to get out of bed and take my turn in the bathroom, washing off the jism from my chest and ass. When I got back, Dad was already beneath the bedsheet and had a tired look on his face. “We got an early morning tomorrow, Jim,” he said in a plain tone. I glanced at the bedside clock. It was just a little after midnight. “Yeah,” I replied, getting into my side under the covers, trying to avoid the wettest part of the bed in the middle. The effect was to push us on opposite sides of the king-size mattress. “Ready for lights?” Dad asked casually. “Yessir,” I muttered, matching his tone. Dad reached over to turn off the lamp. And just like that, the room was dark. My father went to sleep quickly as I listened to his breathing slow. The sun and alcohol, and the sexual release must have knocked him out. It should have knocked me out as well, but I lay wide awake. A million thoughts raced through my head. Regret for having said what I said. Regret for having fallen in love with my dad. Regret for having started anything between us in the first place. Then I’d get mad at Dad. He was more than a willing partner this week. He’d fucked me, kissed me, and held me. Maybe he didn’t feel the same affection toward me that I felt toward him, but he sure felt one hell of a sexual attraction. Now he was giving me his version of the silent treatment, making me think I was the fucked-up one. The more I thought about it, the more I stewed in frustration. I looked at the clock. 2 a.m. After a while, my emotions calmed down a little. I was the fucked up one. Not for the incest. At this point, I refused to feel bad about that. Dad and I had a consensual affair. But I could see it from Dad’s perspective. He’d been cautious all along, wanting this not to get out of control. Maybe he got out of control himself, and that’s what he was reacting to. I, on the other hand, hadn’t had a single real relationship, short term or long-term, in my life, other than my sham one with Kristen. And the first guy that I fall for was my own father. I didn’t feel bad about the sex. But even in my carried-away state, even in this Mexico hotel room, I knew my emotional attachment wasn’t right or sustainable. ***** I don’t know what time I finally fell asleep, but it was way too early when I woke up to the sound of Dad packing. He was already showered, groomed, shaved, and dressed. And he looked simply great. Handsome as fuck in a trim, pale yellow polo shirt that hugged his massive chest and shoulders, and blue chino shorts that showed off his tanned and hairy quads and calves. The only part that made him look like he was on a beach vacation were a pair of flip flops on his size 13 feet. Dad was very detail-oriented and organized, and he approached packing a suitcase like a precision mission, rolling and folding his clothes with maximum efficiency. I actually used to make fun of him for it. “Sorry to get you up early, Jimbo,” Dad said in his all-business Navy demeanor. “I didn’t want to rush getting ready.” He didn’t seem mad or upset with me, which was a good sign. But it was like the previous night – hell, the previous week – hadn’t happened. There are times it sucked having a military father, and this was one of them. An extra hour of şişli travesti sleep would have been great. I got up, still naked and feeling very tired, I grabbed a clean pair of underwear from my duffle and trudged into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and stepping in the shower. I turned the water to hot and stood under the spray. It was tough getting the motivation to get moving, so I just stood there for a minute, my head bowed with my hands against the tiled wall as I let the water cascade down my neck and back. I looked down at my hanging softened cock as I felt the water run down my ass and between my cheeks, the heat making my hole twitch and pucker, reminding me that it was still sore from last night. I turned and began washing the front of my body, slowly lathering up and rinsing off. Dad went down to get coffee and muffins for us, and returned just as I was stepping out of the bathroom wearing a fresh pair of boxer briefs, my back to him with my athletic duffle on the bed, picking out some clean clothes to wear on the flight back home. Dad walked around me as I slipped on some jeans and a black-with-orange-logo Orioles T-shirt. And like Dad, I stuck with the flip flops. My Spring Break paradise was ending in a major hangover. It was a quiet morning between us as we finished packing and made sure we had everything out of the bathroom. I saw Dad take the sizable tube of lube from the bedside nightstand, putting it in a plastic bag and then into the side pocket of his suitcase. We hadn’t used the whole thing like I had wanted, but we’d used a lot of it. I reflected and realized that it was more than I ever dreamed possible. Dad barely made eye contact with me, and I suddenly felt glad it was our last day in Mexico. Time to get back to reality. Tension filled the air. I could tell it was on his mind too, and we were mostly silent as we had our coffee on the balcony one last time. Dad and I sat with the patio table between us as we both took in the view. Despite how I was feeling, that view was still fucking beautiful and made me smile. “All packed, Slugger?” Dad finally asked, his voice now weary and a little haggard as he slowly pulled his eyes up to look at me. He knew I was packed, as was he, but I guess this was him breaking the ice. “Yes, sir,” I answered matter-of-factly. I held his stare as I felt like I had to speak my piece. “Can I say something, Dad?” My voice cracked a little. I was nervous to say what I was about to say. Dad seemed surprised by my tone but nodded. “Sure,” he said quietly. I’d been imagining this conversation as I lay in bed in the early hours of the morning, and now it all came pouring out. “I know I got carried away this last night… hell, all week,” I said, trying not to sound ashamed about it. Dad gave me a pained expression, his jaw tensing, like he was both disappointed in me while at the same time wanting to protect me from all the hurt in life. It was an incredible emotional mix, for both of us. He sighed. “You know I love you, son. Love the hell out of you. But I sense you’re looking for a boyfriend. And I can’t be that for you, Jim.” I nodded, looking back at my father’s conflicted face. “I know, sir. And I don’t want to fuck up our relationship. I never have.” I took a breath and continued, “If I did something to do that, that’s on me. But I gotta ask, Dad, why you went along with it. I mean, I wasn’t the only one into the sex.” “Jim… fair question,” Dad said, his eyes turning to look away for a minute. There was a spot of silence as he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. He took a deep breath as he looked up, catching my waiting stare and answered me with as earnest and responsible a tone as I’d ever heard from him. “You’re right. I was into the sex. Listen, Jim…” he sighed. “I try to be a good man. But I can get carried away, too.” He paused and added, “I did get carried away.” I nodded. My straightlaced, by-the-book, Navy father wasn’t immune either. He was just saying what I knew to be true, but still the words stung a bit. Dad seemed contrite as he looked at me. “I guess, Slugger, it’s been a long time since I was able to let loose with a man like that… Sexually….” His voice seemed strangely shy now, but still deep and baritone. “And the fact that you so clearly wanted it… wanted me… was such a turn-on.” He got a little bit of a sly grin and added, “…like, a crazy turn-on.” That made me smile too, as I immediately remembered all that Dad and I had done together. “I’m glad,” I said. This was all so complicated. Maybe for Dad it was cut and dry, and he could separate the sex from the emotional side. I wished I could. Maybe it would be better if I did. At least I could take the huge compliment that this perfect man found our sex hot. “And to be honest with you, Slugger… The incest thing we have going on, turned me on more than I ever expected. Like, knowing we shouldn’t be doing it really gets me off.” I watched his tanned cheeks blush. “I’m ashamed to say it, but that’s the truth.” Dad sat back in his seat and sighed. I watched his broad, built chest move, stretching the fabric of his polo with his exhale. Maybe Dad had been thinking about this conversation, too. “I get it, Dad,” I said. “I didn’t sleep so great last night, thinking about all this stuff… but if I’m honest with you as well… if I had to play this week out again, I wouldn’t change a thing.” He nodded in affirmation, like he knew and understood. “So, Slugger… where does that leave us?” Dad asked, shrugging his shoulders just a bit. I think Dad had a good idea where that left us. But he wanted me to speak my mind. I shifted in my seat. “You remember what you made me promise when we started?” I said, remembering Dad and me in my dorm room freshman year. “That any time one of us said no, we’d have to respect that, no questions asked?” “You want to stop?” His voice was heavy and low. I loved being with him. Hell. I loved him. As a son and more. But I wasn’t like him, I couldn’t untangle the sex with him from my feelings for him. I knew I had to do what was best for me – for us. “After this week, yeah, I should… We should…” I let my words taper off, suddenly hating how the rest of that sentence sounded. My father had to see that this wasn’t an easy decision for me. Dad gave me a small smile. “Works for me, Slugger,” he replied. I could hear it in Dad’s voice, he had similar concerns as me, and was relieved that I’d suggested this first. He’d been the one to say no at each step before. And I had pressed him when he did. But now I was the one saying “no.” I looked at him with a direct gaze, trying to memorize the look in his grey eyes as I felt my heart swell just a bit in my chest. He was so handsome, even in his serious “Dad” mode. I wanted one more moment with him, knowing now that it could all possibly stop, for good. I sat up, turning beylikdüzü travesti in my chair to face him. “You can say no, Dad, but I…” I said, starting and trying to sound confident. “I was wondering… if maybe we can do it one more time?” He gave me a relaxed grin as I noticed the small glint in his eye. I think deep down, he wanted to see me happy. “You sure?” he asked, his brow peaking at my request. “Definitely sure,” I replied with a relaxed grin of my own. “It’s been such an incredible week, I want to leave it on a high note. If you’re willing,” I added. I watched as he sat back in his chair and spread his legs. I let my eyes scan down his chest and torso in his snug polo, and could immediately see the outline of that giant cock firming up in the crotch of his chino shorts. I looked back up to see a small smile on his face as he gave me a slight nod. In his silent way, he was offering himself to me. Agreeing to my request. I got up and stepped back inside the room, peeling off my shirt and sliding off my jeans and briefs as I made my way back to the half-made bed. Dad was quickly behind me, stripping down as well as I listened to the rustle of fabric against skin as I laid naked on the bed, turning onto my back and waiting for him to join me. Dad was clearly letting his horny side take over and he took a second to watch me stroke my hardening cock. Dad’s own meat was stiffening up. It was beautiful, growing out of dense dark pubes, so long and thick with prominent veins as I could see the engorged head peeling back the hood to reveal a leaking slit. The air between us didn’t have a rushed vibe as Dad crawled equally naked unto the bed until he was on top of me, chest to chest, and dick to dick. I held my hands at my side, worried Dad would be hesitant to do anything that seemed romantic, but my decision to cut off the sex must have freed him up. Dad caressingly held my neck, his thumb sliding across my chin and then my cheek, taking another second as he let his eyes scan my face, and then he pulled my lips to his. I immediately wrapped my arms around his back and shoulders as we kissed and connected, two nude McGrath bodies touching and embracing. Dad ground his leaking cock against mine as we groaned into each other’s mouths and around our tongues. It was like Dad wanted to give me one last pairing to remember. I nuzzled my face against his strong neck, feeling his hands cradle my head and neck. “Aw Slugger,” he moaned with his lips against my ear. “Thank you for this week.” “It’s been great, Dad,” I replied, my lips pressed against the hot skin at the crook of Dad’s neck. My fingers raked across Dad’s massive hairy chest as I reached down with one hand between us. And I didn’t have to reach far to feel it, my prize – a fat, heavy cock, hot to my touch. My father’s cock. “Incredible,” I added, my lips dragging across his slightly salty skin as I wrapped my fingers around him. Dad hissed against my neck before kissing my skin, his hips gently thrusting his cock between my fist. I slowly stroked his amazing phallus, feeling his smooth skin slide down his rock-hard shaft and over the bulbous head, happy to touch it once more and trying to memorize every ridge and vein. Dad lifted his head to look at me and smiled as my fingers explored his genitals. “It’s our last hour here…” he said softly. “What do you want?” “On that first day, you showed me something new. I want to try it again,” I requested. Dad’s brow raised as he thought back. Then he remembered. “The 69?” “Yessir,” I nodded with a grin. “I liked that a lot. It was like I was sucking myself off… Let’s take our time, though.” We did. Dad rolled onto his back, grinning up at me as I maneuvered myself around next to him and half on top of him, my feet sliding between the cool pillows behind Dad’s head as I slid my hands across his powerful thigh, pulling his hips closer as the aroma of his pubes got closer. I kissed all along Dad’s body, his lower abs and waist as I let my lips and the tip of my tongue explore my way down into his hairy crotch. Dad’s wide hands ran smoothly over my sides, across my smaller waist and down over the smooth curve my shaved ass cheeks, pulling at me until I straddled his face between my thighs. We were facing each other’s excited crotches now, father seeing his son’s excited penis up close and vice versa. I breathed in Dad’s deep scent as I leaned forward and gave a teasing swipe at Dad’s balls in their furry sac, gauging the weight and size of his gonads with my tongue as I lapped and sucked each one into my mouth. Dad groaned as I felt his dick twitch against my chin. It was playful and teasing, but I shuddered as I felt my father copy my actions. This is what I loved the most about our 69 pairing, the way we matched one another – stroke for stroke, lick for lick. I leaned back up on outstretched arms and surveyed my father’s endowment below me, throbbing against the lower abs, the thick tubed underside exposed. From this angle especially, that dick looked huge – long, hard, and capped with that gorgeously stretched foreskin. I wanted to lick and play with it, only I watched as Dad lifted his thighs up, pulling them back and over my head, contracting his abdomen to angle his hips. I watched Dad’s ass open up before me, his furred globes and hair covered trench parting for me as I wrapped my arms and hands around his trunk-like thighs, helping to keep his legs up. “Lick my ass, Slugger,” Dad instructed. I’d barely started complying, lowering my face to his open and inviting trench with his request when I felt his own hands grip my thighs, pulling my groin down so that my cock rested in the deep hairy cleft between his pecs. Dad palmed each of my muscled glutes in his hands, spreading my smooth ass open as he kissed the patch of skin just underneath my balls. His nostrils blew his hot breath across my shaved pucker. I spread my thighs, wanting his mouth and tongue on and in my hole. It was like Dad waited though. The minute my mouth touched his crinkled pucker, his tongue pushed forward to make contact with my smooth asslips. I gasped, but the sound was muffled by the asscheeks pushing against me. We ate each other out, at times copying each other’s actions, circling around the ring, prodding forward, sucking at that rosebud. At other times we alternated, so that I went hard at Dad’s hole as he softly teased me. Then we’d switch. It was working me up, and my prick throbbed as I ground it against his hard and flexing chest, loving the scratch of his chest hair against my cock’s smooth underside, the tip leaking as we focused on giving each other’s ass soft pleasure. I was now getting to the point where I wanted Dad to suck my dick, bad. But I used his patience as a guide, not rushing to the main event. It was only when Dad’s mouth left my ass and gave a quick kiss against the base of my balls istanbul travesti that I knew he was getting equally worked up. I pulled back, letting Dad’s legs down and scooted back a little so I could take his prick into my mouth. It was hot and dripping from the hood as I gripped the base, stroking him a few times as I watched his skin stretch back and over Dad’s shiny cock head, collecting his sap in a clear pool at the tip. I licked my lips and quickly sucked in the first couple of inches. Dad was already licking down my length when he moaned against my cock. With my lips still wrapped around the head, I gently pulled back his skin with my hand and was rewarded with the salty taste of more precum that had been building up. I whimpered around his cock, stroking his skin with my fist as I alternated sucking the head and his bunched up hood. I’d memorize everything about this flavor too. Dad finally took me in his mouth, his lips wrapping just below the head as he sucked me with steady mouth strokes, and I set out to match them. Back and forth I worked his bone and made love to it. I held his balls in my hands then caressed the exposed part of his shaft. I did this for about a minute until it clicked for me, that feeling like on our first day. We synched up, and every motion I made down Dad’s cock felt like one on my own. Dad and I both controlled the pace we wanted on ourselves and that mental connection made my nuts tingle. Especially as our sucking pace grew faster and more frenetic. Dad seemed to be driving the acceleration, and I had a sense he was getting as close to coming as I was. Turns out he was closer. I watched Dad’s large and heavy nuts draw up and pulse once, and then twice. Dad’s body tensed beneath me, his legs writhing as he gripped my hips, holding my cock to his mouth as he let out a muffled groan. His pelvis thrusted up, feeding me more of his dick as I felt my lips stretch around his rapidly swelling shaft. I tasted the immediate saltiness on my tongue before I registered the sensation of liquid spurting into my mouth. I sucked up Dad’s creamy load as it blasted across my tastebuds, swallowing it as I moaned at his flavor. Dad’s mouth suckled at me and I felt my toes curl in a reciprocal start of my own orgasm. I felt my cum boiling in my nuts, and it was like Dad was siphoning it out of me. My own cock fired in response to his cum, spraying the matching son semen into Dad’s slurping, bobbing mouth. I moaned, crying out muffled groans around Dad’s cock still filling my mouth, sucking his dick with each spurt from my own. We rode out our cums with each other, tasting each other and feeling the pleasure in tandem. It was an incredible way to end our time here. When Dad was spent, I finally pulled off. His rubbery cock hit his hairy skin with a wet smack, and I saw that I had sucked his hood back over his head. I leaned back down and gave his cock a soft departing kiss. “Wow,” I hissed in slight disbelief. Dad sucked down my load and pulled off me, giving one last soft wet kiss to my dickhead. I turned back around, my head now back against the pillows next to his. We laid side by side, looking up at the ceiling as we caught our breaths and grinned goofily at each other. “I hope that lived up to expectations for our final time,” he said. “Yessir,” I nodded. It did, though now that he said it, the finality seemed real. No more kissing. Dad rolled off the bed and went to rinse off. He was dressed after I did the same. I put my jeans, T-shirt, and ball cap back on before following Dad back out onto the balcony. “So…” Dad said as we plopped back into the balcony chairs for our last half hour of tropical warmth, now sexually satisfied and relaxed. “Back to father and son, you know… the traditional variety.” He winked at me. God that wink about killed me emotionally, but it also made me laugh. Dad laughed, too. “I need that, Dad,” I said honestly. We sat silent, listening to the ocean and the birds, and I felt a peace come over me. This sucked, but it wasn’t as hard to do as I’d feared. Of course the real test would be how I felt after we got back home and went back to being just father and son. “I’m glad you made this call, Jim,” Dad said, slipping back into his fatherly tone. I nodded, happy at his response. In a weird, messed up way, this was just me seeking Dad’s approval, like always. “It was a hard one to make, Dad,” I said, emotion heavy in my voice. “I know it was, son.” Dad looked at me lovingly. “This week was special… it made me feel alive again. I realize I’ve been putting off living while you boys were growing up.” I took in what he was saying. “You gonna keep dating, Dad?” “I think I’m ready to have someone steady, Slugger.” He squinted his eyes as he stared out into the sea. “You OK with that?” “I’ll be a little jealous,” I said honestly, navigating a bunch of conflicted feelings. “But I also want that for you, Dad. Seriously.” “We’ll see how it plays out.” Then he added, “This week has reminded me how much I love it with men. The power, the intensity. I don’t see myself romantically attached to a man.” He gave a contrite smile. “It’s just not who I am, Slugger… But Jesus, I loved the sex.” I felt goosebumps form all along my chest and arms. It thrilled me to hear confirmation that Dad felt that way about our sex. “It was incredible,” I agreed. I felt a slight blush of embarrassment flash across my face as I admitted, “I… I don’t know if I should say this, but I think I’ve discovered a new side of myself this week as well.” For the first time that day, I saw Dad smile with a little pure happiness for me. “Yeah?” he asked, prompting me to continue. “Before, I’d enjoyed getting fucked on occasion,” I continued, speaking more crudely now that I had Dad’s tacit permission. “But I usually preferred to do the fucking.” Dad seemed surprised by my answer, and he gave me an amused look. But he didn’t say anything. I continued, “I think I’m realizing that with the right guy, I may prefer the bottom bunk a bit more.” It was a wild thing to confess to my father, particularly after I’d told him I wanted to go back to a normal relationship. But I felt he deserved to know the effect he’d had on me. Dad took my words as a compliment all right, and even had a hint of a cocky smile on his face. But he replied in a trademark “Dad” tone of voice. “I hope you find that right guy, Slugger. I really do.” “I will, Dad,” I said, without hesitation. I wasn’t lying or deceiving myself either. After this week, I knew more about myself sexually and I knew I’d be open to the same kind of sexual intensity in the future. It might take a while but it would happen, I was sure. Dad gave me an “attaboy” kind of look before he checked his watch. “It’s time to go, Slugger.” He looked a little nervous, like we were cutting it close. “You ready?” “Yes, sir,” I replied as Dad and I got up and stepped back inside. We made one last check of the room and gathered our luggage. Then, stepping out, we closed the hotel room door behind us and, with it, closed out an unmatchable week of paradise. END OF PART THREE. CONTINUED IN PART FOUR: BACK TO NORMAL

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