Naval Tradition I: Coming of Age

Preface

Bill Drake, with Corporal Cody

This story is a revised and retconned version of a saga I wrote over the span of 15 years and published elsewhere. Gone are some elements of the previous story, but this version stands on its own, with more content and a clearer development. It's a coming of age story and a long one. I'm filing it under the Incest category, though not every chapter is built around that. I hope you find the journey rewarding.

Corporal Cody is a co-writing collaborator, and I would not have been able to do it without his help and contributions.

I hope to have an ebook version at the end of this, so you can email me if you want to be on the mailing list for that.

Prologue

Spring Break 2004

My dad and I were sitting on the flight from Atlanta to the Yucatan.

I had barely made my connecting flight from Charlottesville, I'd been up drinking with my roommate Charlie and a couple of guys who had yet to take off for their Spring Break, and I was feeling and looking pretty hungover when Dad emerged from his connector from Norfolk.

My father, Robert McGrath, is a career naval officer, currently rank of Captain. I wouldn't say Dad looked young for his 47 years, but he was definitely well preserved. Full head of light brown hair, now flecked with speckles of silver, that he still kept cut navy-regulation short. A square jaw, high brow and a prominent Roman nose framed his handsome face that radiated the experience of his years, yet his eyes and smile still hinted at a youthful playfulness occasionally ready to break out from the gruff, naval officer exterior.

"Why don't you take a nap, son?" he asked as the plane reached cruising altitude. "Looks like you could use one." His smoky blue eyes bored into mine.

I didn't even bother to respond to the invitation, I just shut my eyes and nodded off. It felt comforting there, in those big cushy first class seats, feeling the warmth of Dad’s arm against mine and his presence beside me.

When I snapped out of my dozing state, I realized my head had leaned on his shoulder and was using his firm delt muscle as my pillow. Dad hadn’t woken me up or shifted me. As I opened my eyes fully, I had the most marvelous sight. My father's button-down plaid shirt had its top two buttons undone, and the flaps billowed out slightly, giving me a direct sightline down the hairy valley between his mountainous pecs. I'm not kidding, his chest is awe inspiring. From his suit coat size, I knew it measured 48 inches around, nearly spherical mounds of muscle that stick out from the shield of his torso like a shelf jutting forth just above the swell of his firm belly. And a dense forest of hair populating the whole expanse, coating every solid inch expect for the fat dark-pink nipples which were the crowning glory.

I couldn't see those as I rested my head in the crook of my old man's neck, but the furry swell of muscle was turning me on. Down, further, I soaked in the view of his powerful abdomen and his thighs spread slightly, quad muscle trapped in his jeans. And between them was the sizable mound of his genitals, either he wasn't wearing underwear or else his boxers were paper thin, because his giant nuts were clearly visible beneath the stalk of his full-sized meat.

I sucked in a breath of steamy air and BAM! his scent filled my nostrils. Deep, clean, musky all at once, with a strong hint of familiar cologne. I can't put it another way, Dad smelled like a Man should. I'd savored that odor my whole time growing up, every time he'd let me sit in his lap while doing the crossword or watching the game. Only now, it took on a deeper resonance. And made me hard. I shifted uncomfortably as my boner started to awaken under the narrow layer of my mesh baseball shorts.

I heard, no felt, a chuckle emerge deep from within Dad's chest. "Looks like Slugger's awake." That was Dad’s nickname for me, Slugger or sometimes Jimbo. I looked up into his face as he stared into my eyes.

Just then I felt his foot against my ankle. I wasn't wearing socks, and I guess Dad wasn't either. He'd taken off his loafers while I was napping and now ran his bare foot against the soft hairs on my shin. My dick responded appreciatively, seizing up into a full-throttle hardon. Shit, I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through this flight. I knew I should break free of contact with Dad, it was just going to leave me with the most frustrating case of blue balls ever.

The past couple of weeks, I'd been wondering if anything was going to happen between us on this trip. The feel of Dad's foot against me bare skin though gave me a good idea the answer was yes.

I couldn't resist. As I leaned up into an upright seating position, I used one sneaker to remove the other, freeing my bare foot to touch Dad's. I remember the first time I kissed him, really met his lips with mine, like lovers. I now felt a hint of that same excitement as our toes caressed each other’s in the silence of the first class cabin. It was furtive, forbidden, and all the more exquisite for it.

I wanted to kiss this man so bad. He knew it too, as he looked me deep in the eye and maneuvered his left hand right onto my crotch. I looked down.

My cock's real fat, a nice superwide seven incher almost as big around as a Coke bottle when fully hard. Dad's hand was big too, though, a wide paw with thick, muscular fingers that closed around the contour of my now excited prick.

I shut my eyes and bit my lip to stifle a groan, but Dad didn't ease up. He gripped my bone and leaned over to whisper low in my ear.

"Pull your briefs up, Slugger."

This was crazy, and I had a fear that we'd get caught. But the cabin was quiet and no one was in the seat opposite us. I reached down and gripped the hem of my boxer briefs and slid it up my thigh.

Dad's knuckle meanwhile was nudging my erection downward, toward an angle pointing down my leg. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it felt good to feel it press free of the confines of my briefs and right into Dad's strong grip.

Much as his left foot rubbed against my right, so did his hand jerk and squeeze my cock to maximum pleasure with minimum motion. I couldn't believe he was going to jerk me off right there on the plane. The inappropriateness what Dad was doing to me just drove me wilder in lust. Reaching up, I gripped the ball of bicep through his cotton shirt sleeve. In time to his rhythmic and vice-like grip on my dick, I held onto his massive arm with my hand.

Dad was almost methodical. Keeping an eye out and looking straight ahead in a nonchalant fashion, he stroked my dick, which barely stuck out of my shorts. The angle kept me from cumming too quickly, but I was turned on as fuck.

Dad kept this up for a good five minutes, a serious look on his face, til I couldn't take any more. I swear the cum stung in its heat and alkalinity as it pulsed through my surging piss tube. Dad just gripped tighter, right beneath the flare of the head, while I shot my jock seed all over the fur on my thighs. Heavy thick shots, too. I did my best to keep quiet as I had the orgasm of the century.

Dad fished out a spare napkin he'd stashed in the seat pocket and offered it to me.

Then, quickly, he tossed a magazine in my lap. "Better cover up, Slugger," he whispered in my ear as a flight attendant started walking down the aisle.

That was the start of an unforgettable week.

Part I

Coming of age

Norfolk, Virginia, Spring 2000

I was 16 when I lost my virginity. It was just me and my brother Matt sitting around watching TV after school. Matt was a senior. He didn't play sports, but he had a compact frame packed with teen muscle. While I had more the clean-cut look and blond hair, Matt's dark hair was shaggy, not long really, but he said he was growing it out before he had to go military tight in the Naval Academy in a few months. The unkempt hair looked good on him, the dark brown showing off his pale blue eyes and winning white smile.

"Hey Squirt," he said casually. He knows it drives me crazy when he calls me Squirt. I'm just two years younger than him and even then I was a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. Still, he was my older brother, so no way getting around that no matter how much you grow up, I guess.

"Kim's coming over soon. I told her we had a good hour before Dad gets home."

Our mother had passed away a couple years earlier, from cancer. Dad had been the bedrock of the McGrath family before, but now it was just him looking after us.

It probably helped that we were older and could do a lot of looking after ourselves. My oldest brother John was now a senior in college at Chicago, studying economics. My other brother Paul was a year younger than John and had stuck around Norfolk after high school. He was currently in training to be a police officer. Paul served as our official adult guardian when Dad was deployed, with some help from my aunt Kate, Mom's sister.

I know Matt and I did a lot of growing up, fast.

That didn't mean we didn't some times take advantage of our relative independence. Like now. This was getting to be a regular occurrence. I don't know when Matt started having sex, but over the last month or so it seemed like he was finding times to have girls over after school to ball them. I had more of the hesitant rule-following personality, but Matt was in the phase of seeing what he could get away with.

"Sure," I replied, not taking my eyes off the TV.

"You better not tell Dad, or I'll kill you."

"Why would I?" I shot back. "I don't mind." My older brother thought of me as the do-gooder in the family, which was kind of true, but it annoyed me how he thought I was gonna tell on him or ruin his fun.

That gave him pause. He kept looking me over, as if he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. "Yeah, I guess there's no reason you would.... A lot of guys I know complain about how their younger bros are always in their hair, but you're pretty cool." It was like he was trying to persuade himself out of a prior judgment of me.

"Thanks," I grunted sarcastically.

"What about you, Jim? You getting some? What about that Pollard chick you've been dating...?"

"Jennifer," I added. "Yeah, she seems into me, only she doesn't seem to want to have sex any time soon. Just gives me a feel of her knockers and that's it."

"Have you ever, guy? Ever done it?"

"Not yet," I answered truthfully.

"We'll have to fix that, Jim. Get you laid before summer."

In a few minutes Kim Allen arrived. She was a senior cheerleader, blonde and stacked. And easy, apparently. The next twenty minutes I could hear sounds of her and Matt's moans coming way down from his bedroom. I have to admit I liked listening to them. Still a virgin, I was curious as hell about sex and, well, my brother just sounded hot having sex.

He finally came out in just his jeans, his chest bare and sweaty. Kim followed behind, buttoning her blouse over her buxom chest.

"Matt, you're sure your little brother's cool with this?" The dumwit seemed unaware I was in the same room, hearing everything she said.

"Yeah, he's cool. Maybe a little jealous. Isn't that right, Squirt?"

"Fuck off!" I managed in my surliest, gruff tone.

"Jealous?" Kim asked.

"Yeah. Jim's a virgin."

"Shut up, Matt!" I was red in the face now, pissed off that my brother was trying to put me down in front of his hookup.

"It's true," he laughed.

Kim giggled but chimed in sympathetically, "You're so mean Matt. Besides, Jim's cute. All the girls at school talk about him. All he'd have to do is flash that smile of his and he could ball almost anyone on the squad. "

"Wanna fuck him?" Matt wasn't one for tact.

"Matt!"

"Well, do ya? It's no skin off my back."

Kim blushed and was silent.

"Hell, you do, don't you?"

He leaned in and whispered something into her ear, caressing her neck all the while. She giggled and turned to go back into Matt's bedroom.

"Go get her tiger!" Matt said to me.

"You mean?"

"Need an engraved invitation, dumbass? The hottest cheerleader in school is waiting for you to screw her."

I stood up, excited.

Matt grinned as I passed him. "There are rubbers by the bed. You better use one, bro. I don't want to be an uncle yet." At times Matt could be real bossy, even though he was only two years older than me.

I had thought a lot about sex, like anyone my age. I had a big secret, though: most of my sexual attraction was to men. At that point I rationalized it as pure horniness and curiosity about my growing body. I had discovered porn and while I had long found myself looking at the men in pictures and videos intently, lately I'd started looking at gay porn. I was paranoid as hell and careful to check and erase the browser history on the computer. But I occasionally I couldn't help myself from watching it.

Maybe that's why I was eager to prove myself by losing my virginity to Kim Allen.

I stepped into Matt's bedroom, peeling off my clothes as fast I could. Kim was lying there, naked and waiting. Her naked body looked obscene and sexual and the realization I was going to get my first fuck made me hard.

She gasped when she saw my dick rise.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's just say you're a lot bigger than your brother."

"Really?" Call me shallow, but my chest swelled with pride. I was used to being the runt and was glad my manhood outmeasured Matt's.

What followed was fumbling, awkward and incredible all at once. Here I was making out with one of the hottest girls at school and I had no problem getting a full fuck hard. Eagerly I grabbed a condom, ripped the package and rolled it on. The fit was snug, but the constriction of bloodflow just made my dick harder.

I didn't think much about foreplay and Kim didn't seem to need any. I scooted in place and I entered her.

After I was done, it was almost time for Dad to come home. I opened up the windows to let the room air out while Matt ushered Kim out of the house. "Call you tonight, babe!" I heard him say from the other room. Damn, my big bro could be a player sometimes.

We'd just gotten everything straightened up when the door opened. Dad entered, dressed in full uniform and accompanied by a fellow officer, Lieutenant Jack Grant. Lt. Grant was one of Dad's friends and an imposing man himself, a little shorter than Dad at 6-foot even and built, with a full head of blond hair, blonder than mine. The officer was a close friend of the family and had been for a while. We'd called him Uncle Jack growing up. His transient life and deployment meant that Jack wasn't always in Norfolk. It had been a couple of years since we'd seen him.

Dad looked at us both. "You boys look flushed. What's been going on?"

Fortunately Matt was quick on his feet. "Nothing Dad. We were just play wrestling earlier."

Jack stepped in and shook our hands. "Matt... Jim.... great to see you boys."

"Hi Lieutenant," Matt said, his posture more upright.

"Congratulations on getting into the Academy," Jack smiled.

"I'm pretty stoked, sir."

"Save the sir stuff for when you get there," he winked. Then, Jack and Dad went on to our outdoor deck.

Later, Matt and I were watching TV. Matt had a goofy smirk on his face.

"So how was it Squirt? Live up to your expectations?"

I didn't know my honest answer. But I was super glad to no longer be a virgin. It was more the thrill of having that milestone than the pleasure of the act itself that I was feeling. "Yeah, it was great," I answered. "Thanks for making that happen."

Matt just chuckled.

*****

I only dated a couple of girls throughout high school. None of them were super serious girlfriends and none of them seemed in a rush to have sex. I played the gentleman and beyond some making out and feeling up was hands off.

I did fuck two girls after Kim Allen. Both were girls the guys would call sluts. I was a sexually excitable teenager, so I enjoyed it, in a way. But while I never had difficulty getting it up, both times I found myself thinking of men as I fucked them.

That's when and how I knew I was gay. I remember distinctly having that realization that May. I'd nailed this girl Nicole after an end of year party. I'd come home to a lecture from Dad about curfew and, worse, my own nagging doubts about myself.

The next morning I awoke early, unable to sleep. I was horny and I lowered my bedsheet and stripped off my briefs. My cock felt thick and heavy in my hand. It was almost as if I hadn't gotten laid the night before. I gave it a few tugs and then dug into a trusty small container of vaseline I kept near my bed.

I stroked off. I didn't dare fire up the internet, dial up still in those days, but I wanted some stimulation. I reached over to my bedside stand, where I had a couple of Men's Health magazines. This wasn't the first time I'd used them for stroke material, but I felt keenly aware this time that I wanted to see these half-naked men. Aware and conscious that I was a real, full-blooded homosexual.

I flipped through the pages as I flogged my prick. These men had perfect bodies.... lithe torsos, rounded arms and shoulders, six pack abs. Each guy was hotter than the next and even not seeing their dicks or asses, I was very aroused by them. Finally, I flipped the page and found the photo spread that turned me on the most. A man in his 40s, muscular and in shape as fuck, tanned body, silver in his dark hair, as he demonstrated an exercise routine. "Fit Over 40" the headline read. There was a frontal shot of the man doing weighted push ups, his deltoid and tricep muscles striated and straining in the press-up position. I imagined the nameless Mr. Over 40 on top of me, fucking me.

My cum fired out of my cock. It was like it wouldn't stop, and heavy ropes of liquid sperm landed on my mostly smooth torso.

"Fuck!" I swore aloud, to myself.