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Subject: Naval Tradition 46 Naval Tradition Bill Drake ail) NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull it out, and enjoy. For more of my stories, see the Prolific Authors page here at Nifty archive. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does. Please consider supporting them with a donation. Naval Tradition 46 Washington, DC Winter 2011-2012 Sean and I had no reason to stay put in Houston so we’d relocated to DC in November. Because of the military presence and the proximity to Virginia it felt more like home to us, and we’d be closer to Dad and Jack and well-located for business travel. We ended up getting a condo in Dad’s neighborhood, and I loved the area, tree-lined and walkable. The first weekend in town Sean told me he was going to take me out for a date. He had picked a nice restaurant, and got dressed up in a blue blazer, khakis, and a tie, while I went a new sport coat and some navy slacks. Maybe I was putting the cart before the horse but I knew I’d have to beef up my business attire wardrobe if I wanted my career to take off. We spent most of the dinner talking about careers, in fact. My plan was Sean’s brainstorm, in fact: to be a financial planner for professional athletes. The big league guys had a few go-to names, but there was a real niche for the minor league players. Guys who were scraping by and they were overlooked, primarily because they didn’t have much money for fees or commission. My plan was to cultivate a clientele in the minor leagues, with the hope that once they hit the majors they’d consider my services. And it would be a good way to pay it forward, I decided. I remember the conversation Dad had with me about not blowing my salary. It was the best advice I could have gotten and hoped I could talk to starry-eyed athletes about being prudent in saving. Since my majors dream ended early, I was the best person to the deliver the message, I thought. I had a lot of work to do first though. I’d landed a job at a corporate financial advising firm. Just part time, I think they were looking for someone to fill in for a woman on maternity leave, but it was a foot in the door. In my spare time and in evenings, I was studying for the CFP exam. It would be an uphill battle but I was looking forward to the challenge. Sean listened to me describe some of my new ideas, and encouraged me. As we shifted the conversation to other topics, he said, “I’ve been thinking about a new gig,” he said. “Seriously?” I asked in surprise. Sean hadn’t mentioned his end game with consulting, and it seemed to let him keep in touch with Army culture and stay in contact with his Fayetteville friends. “Yeah. Maybe it’s midlife crisis, but I think I need a change,” He said. “I love the Army, hell my blood bleeds Army, but I’ve given my time in service and maybe it’s time for a change.” “What are you thinking?” “You gotta promise not to laugh,” he said, smirking. “What the fuck? I promise,” I said, exasperated. “Well, you remember what my high school buddy Dave said? How I could be a magazine model?” he started. “People say that kind of shit all the time, I know, but I was in the gym and some guy who works for Men’s Health came up to me and asked if I had interest in being a fitness model.” “Sean!” I said. “Dude was just hitting on you.” He laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. But he gave me a card of his editor and it was legit. I mean, I called them up and had a first meeting with them.” “Whoa, you’re doing it?” Sean had a way of surprising me with stuff. “I haven’t signed on the dotted line. I wanted to check with you first, actually. But, yeah, I’m considering it.” “What do you need to check with me for?” I said. “Go for it.” “We’re in this together, Big Guy. Of course I’m going to check with you.” He tried to read my expression. “Well, what do you think?” “I think you should do it,” I said. “Spread the wealth.” “Spread the wealth?” He wasn’t sure what I meant. “Let other guys see what I see,” I explained. “You know, when I was first realizing I was into men and what that was all about… there was one of those magazines lying around the house. I took it to my room and started stroking off to the pictures… it was probably my third time masturbating and having pictures to look at made it even better. I came buckets.” “You perv,” Sean winked. I laughed. “Yeah. And now you can help all the pervs in the world discover themselves.” *** It was a nice night as we walked from the restaurant. Sean was in a good mood, and I was too. “Early still,” he said. I checked my watch. 9 o’clock. “Yeah.” “Feel like hitting up one of the gay bars?” he asked. “Yeah, sure,” I said. I’d enjoyed my visit to one in New York with Holt and Rich, years earlier, and I was intrigued by the idea of going back to one. This was the consolation prize for everything bad that had happened last year. I had thought it would be heartbreaking to make my baseball retirement official, but by the time it came it felt a relief that I didn’t have to constantly hide my gay self. I decided I didn’t want to become a poster boy of the openly gay ex-MLB athlete, so Sean and I probably would keep a low profile. Maybe I should have taken on the out-and-proud mantle, but old habits die hard. Besides, after the sacrifices I made over the years playing baseball I mostly wanted to lead a quiet life that was my own. Anything more just didn’t feel like me. But on nights like that night, the freedom to go into a gay bar with my man was just awesome. I loved the sense of being relaxed and Sean loved being affectionate with me in public. No PDA stuff – not unless we were really drunk – more his hands on my shoulder, that kind of thing. He was being touchy feely that night as we had a beer and then ordered a second. The bar was packed with men, some hot, some not. All types too, younger and older. There were some men who were clearly ex-military, a lot of professional types, some college-looking guys, and a couple of normal blue-collar looking men, too. We were standing next to an attractive couple – the older guy probably in his late 30s, a well-built African-American guy who looked like he was in the military. The younger guy, late 20s, real cute, kind of boy-next-door suburban white guy look matching a gym-toned body. The younger one was dressed in a National T-shirt and jeans while the older one was more in preppy dad attire: polo shirt, jeans, and loafers. It was the younger guy who struck up the conversation after a while. “You guys just get back from a fund raiser?” Sean looked down at his blazer, realizing what the guy meant, then shook his head. “No, just date night. I know we’re a little overdressed for this place.” The older man chimed in. “You guys look sharp. You’re a good looking couple.” “Thanks,” I said. It was nice to be in a context where the age difference with Sean didn’t matter. Maybe for some guys it did, but it wasn’t out of the blue to see a cross-generational couple in a bar like this. The young guy was definitely the more outgoing one. His name was Mitch and his boyfriend James. Conversation confirmed that James was military, the Marines to be escort kocaeli precise, and that led to some spirited conversation between him and Sean. Mitch, worked on the Hill, as a policy aide. We hit it off real well, it was cool how we had a lot in common. I guess I wasn’t surprised when James looked back and forth between me and Sean and said, “You guys aren’t by chance open to play with another couple, are you?” Mitch smiled. I think he was a little tipsy from the vodka tonics. “James has been eyeing you guys since you walked in.” “Guilty,” James said with a wink. “If that’s not your thing, that’s cool. It’s been a while since we’ve played with another couple.” I looked at Sean. “You wanna?” I asked. These guys were hot, and I liked the rapport we had with them. He nodded and turned to James. “We’re up for it.” They lived together and their place was closer, so we went there. It seemed natural to pair off older and younger. Me with James and Sean with Mitch, side by side. James and I 69-ed for a bit then watched as Sean lubed Mitch’s hole and enter him. “Fuck, this is good, man,” he said as he started fucking Mitch. “Bang my boyfriend,” James said, watching excitedly, his brown eyes wide in excitement. I loved watching Sean fuck myself, and it was a trip to see attractive, slim guy like Mitch getting pounded. James turned to me, and our lips met. As we parted he asked, “Are you a bottom like Mitch?” I shook my head. “No. Versatile.” James grinned. “Me, too. Only I don’t get the bottom itch scratched very often.” I ran my hand along his muscle. Military firm, definitely, and the dark brown skin was either naturally smooth or had been shaved or waxed all over his torso and arms. “Want me to scratch it for you?” I asked. “Fuck yeah,” James nodded and pulled me down on top of him. “Go easy on me, though, dude. You got a real weapon between your legs.” The marine was as hung as me, but I had him beat for width. I did go easy, taking my time rimming James and lubing up his hole. I entered slowly, slowly as I could. Thankfully he wasn’t so inexperienced and soon I was able to sink all the way in. “Oh fuck yeah!” the muscular marine grunted, his voice deep like Sean’s. By now Sean and Mitch had finished their fuck and were now looking on. “You like that dick, dude?” I asked, my cock buried inside the man and beginning and in-and-out sawing motion. “Shit yeah. Big fat fucking dick reaming my hole. Fuck me, man!” James was masculine and appreciative and verbal. It was an awesome combination for a bottom. I fucked faster, really pushing my girth into him. “God, you’re fucking hitting my spot, man! Yeah, keep doing that.” “How’s that ass?” Sean asked. “Incredible,” I smiled. It was, too. Hot, tight, and alive. Mitch stepped up and met me in a sloppy kiss, while Sean’s hand rubbed my back encouragingly. I wanted to hold off so bad, but I knew I was going to come from the fourway action. Thankfully I heard James’s baritone voice cry out in orgasm below me, a signal my boys could flood his gates. They did. It was an awesome orgasm. We knew the etiquette afterword. Some small talk as we got dressed, and get out. We did exchange numbers before leaving. No, we didn’t have sex with James and Mitch again, but we became best of friends. They were part of what made DC home for us. **** I’d just gotten back from the gym, around 4:00. In early January, that meant it was getting dark out already. I wasn’t crazy about winter and it definitely put me in hunker down mode. Particularly since Sean was down in North Carolina for a few days on work. I was keeping myself busy with the gym. I downed my protein and supplements and peeled off my shirt, heading for the shower. I’d put on a good deal of muscle when I played but since I’d retired, I’d bulked up even more. Thankfully, I’d taken off some of my extra padding around my stomach, and I’d added some real muscle, tipping the scale over 230 for my 6’2″ frame. Sean liked my new muscle, though it also threw him off guard to have the physical dynamic changed between us. Now, when I topped, I could physically overpower him in bed, which was crazy hot to me. I think it rankled Sean’s ego a little, but he never failed to come hard when I railed him. My dick chubbed up just thinking about fucking Sean. That night I’d have to content myself with a nice stroke session before bed. I was done with my shower and had slipped on my briefs when I heard my phone buzz with a text. Uncle Jack. “Hey Jim. What are you guys up to tonight?” This is how it was now, getting together with Dad and Sean regularly. The four of us had met up a few times already, and it was an incredible experience to be able to develop our connection. I wasn’t sure if Jack was angling for setting something up now. I typed out a response. “Sean’s out of town. I’m studying.” The CFP exam had occupied my evenings. Jack’s reply came quickly. “Feel like taking a study break? Bob’s working late and I’m horny as fuck.” My dick was hard in my briefs. “Sounds awesome. Come on over.” I had met up with Dad, just us, once, and I’m pretty sure Sean had done the same when he’d met Dad for dinner one night when I was busy studying. This was my first one-on-one time with Jack since moving here. Ten minutes later, Jack Grant was at my door, dressed in a casual jeans and sweatshirt under his winter coat. “Hey stud,” he greeted me with a kiss as he stepped in. The cold air had made his cheeks ruddy, adding to his overall handsomeness. “Thanks for helping an old man in a time of need.” “It was like you could read my mind Uncle Jack.” Lately I’d slipped back into calling him Uncle Jack. I liked the perversity of it, I guess, as well as the familiarity. I had on only some Astros workout mesh shorts, and Jack ogled me as he kicked off his shoes at the entryway. “Damn, son, you keep putting on more muscle. You’re looking jacked these days.” If Sean liked my new build, Jack went crazy for it. “The better to fuck you with,” I laughed, gripping my crotch, letting my half-hard dong flop in the mesh material. “Jesus, that cock,” Jack whispered before our lips met again, longer this time and we kissed hungrily, Jack taking the occasion to run his hand over my bared chest before he pulled back to continue stripping. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, Uncle Jack,” I said, feeling fully hard now. Back in the bedroom, I peeled down my shorts and briefs and plopped back nude on the bed. I was able to watch Jack strip for me. He was about Sean’s age but had a different build. Less cut, more middle-aged DILF. It worked for me just fine. Particularly when he crawled between my legs and took my fat prick in his hands, then guided it to his mouth. I watched this built Navy officer make love to my cock, his strong shoulders and muscled back bobbing up and down. “That’s it, Commander,” I growled, running my fingers through his hair. “Suck my fucking dick. Get it all wet for your hole.” Given my size, Jack at first only sucked about four inches worth of dick but my words encouraged him to open up and I watched excitedly as Commander Grant worked more of my meat into his throat. Knowing he liked guys more dominant, I placed my hands on his head and pressed firmly, pushing the man toward my crotch. “I said, swallow my cock.” I heard Jack moan at kocaeli anal yapan escort my order. He liked the roughness, all right. “That’s it, bitch out of my prick. Right there. Oh fuck!” I cried. “Your boyfriend’s not around so you go running to his jock son.” Jack was now doing more of the work, taking me into his gullet and bobbing up and down. “You’re a good cocksucker. Navy officer cocksucker… all I have to do is send a text and you’re over here eating my fat dick. Is that right?” He mumbled around my dick. “I didn’t hear you, Commander Cocksucker,” I barked. Jack pulled off, nearly breathless and replied. “Yes, sir. I’ll suck your dick, Jim. Any time.” With that he dove back on my prick. This was a trip. I’d seen Jack in his submissive mode before, but we’d never extended the sex talk this way, just him and me. It had me hot, like I was channeling a little Dad and a lot of Sean. “Oh yeah, Commander’s a good little cocksucker.” I leaned back, legs spread as Jack did his work. “Only I bet you came over to get that hungry daddy hole stuffed. Am I right?” “Please, sir,” Jack hissed, practically spitting out my cock. “My daddy hole is so hungry for some son cock.” I ate the officer out. Dad had shaved Jack’s ass smooth recently I could tell, including his crack and hole. I liked a man’s hairy ass, but eating out a smooth one was an incredible contrast. I rooted around his hole with my tongue, which seemed to suck me in. Soon I was giving an and out motion, loosening Jack up for my width. “Stick that cock in me, Jim,” he grunted. “Just fuck my hole.” I slicked up and mounted Jack doggy. The man’s hole was like velvet, and I didn’t have too much difficulty entering in and pushing my prick all the way inside him. The deeper I pushed the tighter that ass felt around it. “Fucking nice pussy,” I said as I started pumping the man steadily. This Navy Commander was an incredible bottom when he got in the mood. And he was in the mood that night, bucking his meaty ass against my heaving hips. I had to hold onto his hips to steady the fuck. “I can’t believe Dad gets to fuck this all the time.” Jack and I had a good sexual chemistry and a special connection, since he’d taken my cherry years ago. But working Dad into the sex talk was a real turn on for us. “Your father’s gonna fuck me later tonight, when he gets home…. Gonna bend me over and enter right into his son’s jizz…. Taking his Slugger’s sloppy seconds.” The man knew how to push my buttons. “I’ll have to leave a big load for him then,” I said, huffing excitedly as I pounded Jack harder and harder. I was impressed the man could take it like this, but he was strong and clearly had a lot of practice with Dad. “Think he’d like that?” I asked. “Oh fuck yeah. If I tell him how much you loaded me up he’ll be down licking my hole trying to get a taste.” The idea was lewd. “Oh god, Jack,” I moaned. Getting closer to orgasm. “That turn you on, stud? Your daddy eating your seed out of my freshly fucked hole?” It did. I held on tight and pummeled Jack, sending a major load into him. “Oh yeah!” Jack exclaimed and lay his head down passively while I nutted him. “Thanks, I needed that,” I said as I wrapped my arm around Jack’s shoulder and he leaned a little into the crook of my neck. “I get a little worked up when Sean’s away.” Jack laughed. “Jim, you get worked up no matter when. You’re like your Dad.” I relished the comparison to my father and leaned down to meet Jack in another kiss. “You need to get off?” I asked, realizing that Jack was still bone hard. “Nah,” he said, scooting to the side with his hardon dripping on his hairy stomach. “I like the idea of Bob getting some sloppy seconds tonight.” “You guys really felch like that?” I asked, curious and more than a little turned on by the idea. “Not yet,” he smiled. “But it would be fun to add to the bedroom repertoire.” We relaxed in my afterglow, Jack cuddling some in my arm. “I love that you’re so understanding, Uncle Jack. About me and Dad. That you’ve let me and Sean into you guys’ life.” He smiled, knowingly. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, stud. I didn’t know how I’d feel at first, but it was quickly apparent you and your father have this important bond. It’s beautiful to see.” Our lips touched again. “You ever hear from Admiral Henson?” I asked Jack. He gave me a cautious look. “I see him from time to time. Professionally. Ever since Bob and I started dating, I called Henson’s arrangement off. Why?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think about him occasionally, and as weird as it was it was kind of a cool bonding experience between you and me. Besides, dude was a hot fuck.” “He was,” Jack agreed. “Bob’s hotter, though.” He read my face for a reaction. “If you want that kind of sex with him, Jim… I don’t know if I should tell you this, but your dad can get very intense. It’s crazy hot.” “I’d like to see that,” I said. “I think. It kind of scares me, too, you know. I don’t want to let go of the caring Dad I know.” “You’re dealing with a lot of stuff, Jim. Emotional, sexual. I admire that about you. Being able to handle the incest thing with maturity.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure it’s maturity so much as pure horniness. Dad’s a really hot man.” “He is. Love of my life.” A thought occurred to me. “If you don’t mind my asking, Jack…. how did you and Dad first start up?” “We were serving on the same ship. I was just an ensign. Bob was Lieutenant Commander, so we didn’t have much interaction. But I saw his eyes on me. And he knew I lusted for him. It was just chemistry, you know?” I nodded in understanding. I understood chemistry. Like me and Sean. “Bob’s as by-the-books as they come but within two weeks I was in his quarters sucking his cock. There were a hundred reasons we shouldn’t get involved. Rank, military rules, Bob’s marriage. But we were in love and lust from day one.” It was weird hearing about Dad cheating on Mom, but I also knew that had happened. And I was glad Jack was open with me. “Listen, I better get back,” Jack said, giving me a quick peck and climbing out of bed to get dressed again. “Thanks for the fuck, Slugger.” **** It was about 24 hours later when I heard the keys drop on the hallway table and the sound of his bag being placed down. “Babe?” Sean called out. “In here,” I said, from the second bedroom, where I’d set up a makeshift office for studying. “How was your trip?” I asked looking up from my book. Sean looked great, dressed in jeans, a button-down shirt, and an Army fleece. I could tell he was in a horny mood. “Fine.” He stepped up behind where I was sitting and massaged my shoulders. His hands felt really good, both as a stress relief and a reminder of my man’s touch. “How are Kevin and Joe?” I said, leaning back into his massage a little. “Good,” Sean said, then leaning down, he almost whispered, “I want a session with you, Big Guy.” That what we called our kinkier sexual exploration. A session. Bondage/restraint or dominance, or both. “Yeah?” It had been a while since we’d played that way. It was more of a special occasion thing, though Sean really loved it, particularly if he was on top. I wondered if we should have our sessions more. His mouth traced along my cheek, softly touching my five o’clock izmit yabancı escort shadow before latching onto my lips. Our kiss was hot and needy. “Jack may have taken care of your needs, but no one was taking care of mine,” he whispered. He didn’t mind anything I did with Dad and Jack on my own. He seemed envious if anything. “What do you got in mind?” I asked. “Stand up,” he said. As I did, he took the hem of my T-shirt and peeled it off. “Fucking incredible body….” he said, running his hands over my chest and shoulders. “Jock boy ready to be my bitch tonight?” “Yes, sir, Chief,” I answered. I’d satisfied my top impulse the previous night, eight inches in Uncle Jack’s ass, and Sean was now catching me in one of my bottom-y moods. I was responding to his gruff dom mood. He gave my face a gentle slap. “Correct answer, bitch.” Then with a sudden movement his mouth was back on mind, and we were sucking face excitedly. He pulled back and stepped back a pace to look me up and down. “Strip the rest of the way, babe.” I undid my jeans and pulled them off with my boxer briefs. I was hard and my balls had already drawn up to my fat stalk. Sean reached out and manhandled my erection. “Did Daddy do this to you?” “Yes, sir,” I said. “You get me hard, sir.” With a leer, Sean reached back to his rear jeans pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Shiny, nickel-plated, police-issue cuffs, they were our new toy. We’d used them only twice before. “I think it’s time for these.” I grinned and turned around, pulling my hands behind my back, wrists together for Sean. He snapped the cuff on my left one, then the right. He took a second to reach around me in an embrace, humping his hard crotch into my hand while he kissed the back of my neck. “I’ve been looking forward to this the last three days, Big Guy,” he growled, before spinning me around and walking me back to the wall. “I’m gonna fucking use your mouth now,” he instructed before pushing me down to my knees. No, it wasn’t the most comfortable position for me, but I didn’t care. I watched, excitedly, as Sean undid his jeans and fished out an erection that looked harder and bigger than I seemed to remember it. Not Robert McGrath big or even Jim McGrath big, but I knew my throat was going to be in for a workout. Rather than push right in, though, he stood there, his prick rigid and inches from my face. I tried to lean in to taste it, but Sean placed his hand on my forehead and held me back. “Fuck, Sean,” I moaned. I could take his roughness, sometimes, but I was never good for teasing. “I’ve been talking to the Captain,” he said. “He’s been telling me a lot.” I loved that Sean had a close relationship with Dad but it always made me nervous that they had these conversations I wasn’t part of. “Yeah?” I asked. Sean’s hand patted my head, rubbing the hair which I’d shaved shorter a month ago. Sean liked teasing me. “Your dad and I get along great. Don’t you want that?” “I do,” I said. “I want to get closer to your dad… you want that too, Jim? Me and the Captain bonding a little bit more?” Leave it to Sean to turn the emotional dynamics of this all into an even crazier turn on. “Yeah,” I croaked. “The Captain’s been tell me a lot…” he said. “About how he broke your Uncle Jack in. Trained him to be a bitch cocksucker.” He stepped up, prick swaying till it touched my lips and pushed in. I grunted, in excitement. Sean pushed in more. “This is how he did it, Jim. Used handcuffs and trained his Navy officer throat.” Sean shoved in but he seemed to know exactly where to stop, right before it would catch in my throat. I gulped and tried to breath calmly. Sean held his hips locked steady and rubbed the top of my head then he traced his fingers down. “Your Dad said there’s a spot right behind Jack’s ear.” His own finger followed that path, running behind my right ear and caressing it. “Says it helps the bitch relax.” I was nervous but turned on as hell, too, my dick rockhard between my legs. “Breathe in,” Sean ordered and I did through my nostrils. “Breathe out,” he commanded. I did. “That’s a good boy,” he encouraged. “Breath again.” On my inhale, he said, “Now hold it,” and then I felt him push into my throat. “Easy, Jim,” he said feeling the tightness on the cusp of a gag reflex, “It’s just your man Sean…. you’ve done this before…. taking my cock.” I had too, though the cuffs made it all different. The idea that I couldn’t push back was thrilling and nerve-racking at the same time. Sean held in for several seconds. More than several seconds. Then he pulled back to allow me to breathe. “Coming in now,” he said and pushed in once more, deep, then started little mini-thrusts of his cock. “Goddamn, Jim, your mouth is so hot.” He pumped like that for a few more seconds, then pulled back. Giving me a little slap on the cheek once more, he looked down on me. “Doing OK, there, Big Guy?” I swallowed my spit and looked up. Sean was VERY turned on. “Yeah, doing good, Chief.” He pushed my head down, back onto his prick. I thought he’d shove in again but it was just a couple of inches. “The Captain told me just how to break you in, Jim,” Sean said. It was a crazy hot thing. I wasn’t even sure if it was true. But the idea it was turned me on like mad, so much that I didn’t mind that Sean’s big dick was pushing all the way in, now, lodged in my throat. His hand slipped to the back of my head, holding me tight against his crotch. “Just a few more seconds Big Guy,” he said in a soft voice. “Do it for Daddy.” I wasn’t sure if he meant himself or Dad, but I did it. He pulled back, I breathed quickly, then he pushed in again. “I met some hot fucking cocksuckers when I was on leave in the service, but they don’t hold a candle to you, Big Guy,” he grunted, then released my head. Sean had a victorious look on his face. “Good boy, Jimmy,” he said, ruffling my bristly hair once more. “I gotta fuck your now. Stay there.” The cuffs were starting to chafe and my arms were starting to cramp but I watched as he stepped to the other room and came back with some Vaseline. His clothes were gone, and he stroked his boner with one hand. “Been a while since I’ve used this,” he said, smearing his cock with it. He spun me around and guided me forward. Without my hands, my upper body rested against the rug, my head turned to the side. My ass was sticking up and vulnerable. Sean prodded my hole, working me open. I was horny and it didn’t take much work. Quickly, the dick plopped in. Feeling not too much resistance, Sean gripped my hips and started pumping. It was rough, probably rougher than Sean had fucked in a long time. “Jesus, Sean!” I whined, but Sean gripped my hips harder. “Fuck, I need this, Jimmy,” he hissed. “Gonna cum… argh, ARGH!” I was getting seeded good and heavy by what I knew to be a few days’ load. “Oh shit,” Sean muttered as the overstimulation kicked on his cock in the continued pumping after his nut. He pulled out, and stood up. I could feel the dribbles of sperm land on my back as he picked the key up off the table where he’d left it. He undid the handcuffs. “Thanks for being a sport, Jim,” he said, and our lips met. My hand went to my own dick to jerk it out. He stopped me though. “If you can wait, I got another in me.” “Yeah?” I asked. We did fuck again, about thirty minutes later, in our bed. Sean on top, missionary position, it was slow and loving, a perfect antidote to the roughness of earlier. He coaxed two loads out of me and came inside me in synchronization of the second. “I love you, Jimmy, you know that?” “Love you, too, Chief,” I said. “So bad.”

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