Get over here!

I was a first-born son, and so was my dad, and so was his dad. For three generations, this ritual had continued, as I heard when I was told of it by my grandfather. When I turned 18, I was to undergo the same ritual, where things will be revealed to me that I didn’t know before.

That morning of my 18th birthday, we traveled for almost 2 hours into an unfamiliar part of the country. It seemed that we went for miles into the thick forest, where the air suddenly became chilled and humid. We had long gone off the paved roads, and our 4-wheel drive vehicle were heaving around rough terrains.

When we finally stopped at a clearing, my grandfather, my dad, and I got out of the car. I shivered a bit from the cold, misty air surrounding us. Without a word, I followed dad and grandfather further into the woods. We walked for at least another half an hour.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I see this shinny silver altar right in the middle of the wooded area. It looked completely out of place within its surroundings. I looked at dad and grandfather, and they just nodded at me.

I knew what I had been instructed to do. So I approached the altar and laid down on it. As instructed, my head went beyond the edge of the altar, causing it to hand down slightly.

My grandfather approached me, and whispered into my years.

“You know what to do, Will. As soon as you are ready, you need to close your eyes and not let it open until you hear my voice again. You will feel a presence near you, and then let you instinct take over. Do what comes naturally, and don’t fight it, no matter what you think of it. Do you understand?” he said to me.

“I do, gramps”, I replied.

And with that, both him and my dad walked back to where we came from, leaving me there by myself. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes tightly.

I couldn’t tell how long time passed. It might have been 10 minutes, it might have been an hour. I only realized something was happening when I heard the rustling of the leaves that didn’t accompanied by a blowing wind. The sound was getting louder, and I knew without a doubt that something, or someone, was approaching me. Soon, the feeling of the presence of this being was strong, and I could almost sense the heat from it. It was standing near my head.

Still unsure what I should do, I tried to relax and tried to let my instinct tell me how I should react. The being has stopped moving, but I still could detect its presence, as if it was standing right near my head. This went on for several minutes, as I search through my soul for directions.

Without warning, and without thinking of why, I opened my mouth wide, as if I was expecting to receive something. I kept it wide open for at least a couple of minutes before I felt something touching my lips. It was soft and rigid at the same time. Soon, more of it entered my mouth. When it touched the opening of my throat, I started to gag. It withdrew a little until I recovered, and then it went in again. This was repeated several times until, somehow, I got the hang of it and it began to slide further and deeper into my throat. It felt as if this thing never ended. I wasn’t sure how long it was, but at that point, I simply accepted this object that was invading my mouth.

Again, this went on for several minutes as more and more of this object plunged into my mouth and down my throat. Finally, I felt something pushed against my face. It felt like the object where the tube in my mouth was attached to. It was pressing against my mouth and my face. That, and the combination of the long tube buried down my throat were cutting off air to my lungs. But that didn’t last very long. Soon, the tube was withdrawn from my throat, allowing me to breath. But again, the whole process was repeated several times. I was getting quite adapted to doing this before too long.

It was then that something triggered in my head. Each time this thing invaded my throat and my face was pushing against this, a familiar smell lingered. My mind was busily trying to remember where I’d smell it before. It felt familiar and comforting, as if it was something I remember from my childhood, something that I associated with the feeling of warmth, comfort, and safety. It was the feeling of being hugged and being loved.

My last chapter of Naval Tradition is coming. It will be my last story, but before then, I wanted to list my stories to date. These are the ones on Nifty. I’ve listed them by category starting with the newest ones first, since I think my writing has improved over the years. Fuck, just looking over the list… I’ve written a lot.

INCEST (dad-son) Naval Tradition (47) Horny Dad Tales #34: Dadfucker’s Club 5 Horny Dad Tales #30: Dad’s New Life Horny Dad Tales #29: Father’s Day Gifts Horny Dad Tales #28: A Little Help Horny Dad Tales #27: Marrying Up Horny Dad Tales #26: When the Admiral Comes Home Horny Dad Tales #25: Winter Break Horny Dad Tales #24: Carbon Copy Daddy Week 5 Horny Dad Tales #23: Father’s Day Card Horny Dad Tales #22: One on One Horny Dad Tales #20: Christmas Present Horny Dad Tales #19: Dads I’d Like to Fuck Horny Dad Tales #18 Kev and Mr. B Horny Dad Tales #17 Oral Fixation Horny Dad Tales #16 Sibling Rivalry Horny Dad Tales #15 Tapped Out White Collar Tales #11 Junior Prosecutor Horny Dad Tales #14 Becoming a Man Horny Dad Tales #13 Chief’s Boy Horny Dad Tales #12 Midlife Crisis Horny Dad Tales #11 Troop and Son Horny Dad Tales #10 Away At College Horny Dad Tales #9 Panic Room Horny Dad Tales #8 Felch Fest Induction Horny Dad Tales #7 Football Dads Horny Dad Tales #6 Shoeshine Horny Dad Tales #5 After the State Tournament Horny Dad Tales #4 Punisher Punished Horny Dad Tales #3 Camcorder Horny Dad Tales #2 The Poker Game Horny Dad Tales #1 Halloween Costume The Meetup Airman Orgy Night Call Parents’ Weekend (12) Unforgettable Workout Game of Doubles After Football Practice

INTERGENERATIONAL (including dad-son roleplay) Horny Dad Tales #35: Dadfuckers Club 6 Horny Dad Tales #31-3: Dadfuckers Club 2-4 Horny Dad Tales #21: Dadfuckers Club 1 White Collar Tales #23: Regatta Dad Daddy Week 1-4 You Don’t Know Jack (with jhtravus) Daddy Issues (5) White Collar Tales #19: Power Lunch Meet the Players White Collar Tales #3 Senator’s Aide Spring Cleaning My Lover’s Dad

JOCKS AND COACHES Reconnecting With Coach Meet the Players A Day in the Life of a Town Football Star (11) Bait and Switch Working with My Star Wrestler Jock Ass Lover End of Baseball Season Team Reward (13) After Football Practice

FRATERNITY Cooling Off With the UPS Guy SAE Action

PRO/FAMOUS ATHLETES Kuechly’s Best Bud National League Bromance QB Bottom Party (3) QB Club Retreat QB Club Charity Challenge Post Season Party Spring Break With Gannon SEC Spring Break Peyton’s Place Justin Gets Some Wood Homerun Stud

MALE PREGNANCY Cornell, TX (17) The Callahan Clan

WHITE COLLAR GUYS/SUIT SEX White Collar Tales #23 Regatta Dad White Collar Tales #22 Power Play Donor’s Circle White Collar Tales #21 Executive Bait White Collar Tales #20 Man on the Street White Collar Tales #19 Power Lunch White Collar Tales #18 Myrtle Beach Afternoon White Collar Tales #17 Getting through B School White Collar Tales #16 Executive Compensation White Collar Tales #15 Birthday Comes Early White Collar Tales #13 Executive Booty Call White Collar Tales #12 Midtown Fuckbuddy White Collar Tales #11 Junior Prosecutor White Collar Tales #10 Boss’s Cabin White Collar Tales #9 Holiday Office Party White Collar Tales #8 Mentoring Program White Collar Tales #7 Starting Out White Collar Tales #6 Financial District Barber White Collar Tales #5 Late Train on the Metro North White Collar Tales #3 Senator’s Aide White Collar Tales #2 The Nineteenth Hole White Collar Tales #1 Brokers in Heat Big Jack

MARRIED GUYS White Collar Tales #22 Power Play Jeff’s Bachelor Vacation (5) White Collar Tales #16 Executive Compensation White Collar Tales #15 Birthday Comes Early White Collar Tales #14 Boating Opportunity White Collar Tales #13 Executive Booty Call White Collar Tales #12 Midtown Fuckbuddy White Collar Tales #9 Holiday Office Party White Collar Tales #4 Boys’ Night Out Ranger John Big Jack

COPS Daddy Week 4 Horny Dad Tales #13 Chief’s Boy Horny Dad Tales #11 Troop and Son Horny Dad Tales #6 Shoeshine Horny Dad Tales #1 Halloween Costume Cadet Takes a Ride Cop Cadet Precinct Visit The Officer and the Quarterback

MILITARY Naval Tradition (47) Showing Private the Ropes Drill Sergeant Gets Drilled

HOOKUPS Jock Ass Lover Friday Night Pickup Fucked By a Pro

This is an incredible repository of some of the finest erotic fiction out there - truly a major body of work. You’ll want to return to it again and again, and maybe you’ll even discover new-to-you stuff. 

Also… I’ve been cockteasing y’all for some time about the big collaboration I worked on with the master himself some time back. Well, I’m deep in the editing phase on it, so hopefully soon we can roll it out and you can see what we came up with when we put our porn-bro brains together.

“Henry, don’t you think Doc Stevens’ methods are a bit on the… unorthodox side?” asked my wife.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching Tommy while I’m at work?” asked my girlfriend Renee.

“Not at all,” I said. “We’ve been having a blast all week. Having your little brother stay with us has been totally cool with me.”

“Honestly, I’ve never seen him warm up to anyone the way he has to you,” she said. “The way he snuggles with you and how he always wants to sit on your lap… it’s just adorable.”

My cock was already leaking precum at the thought of another day with little Tommy. He’s filled every nasty desire I’ve ever tried to push down deep!

The minute Renee left, I went straight into the guest room where Tommy was watching cartoons. I stood in the doorway and pulled my cock out. The boy knew the drill. He pulled his pajama bottoms down to reveal his little cocklet. I moved to the bed and pressed my throbbing dick against the boy’s tender hole. He let out a faint grunt as I forced my cock deep insider him.

“You love it, don’t you slut?” I roared as I fucked the boy hard.

“Argh… yessir!” Tommy replied.

On the rare occasions when we have plenty of time, he will get completely naked and spend an hour fucking me into submission. But on most days, he only needs me to get on my knees and suck him to completion. Often he only opens his fly and fish out his huge dick for me to service. I don’t mind, because I crave for his cum any way I can get. And I get turned with him fucking my face. His grip on the back on my head is strong as he forcefully shoves his thick, hard cock into my mouth and down my throat.

Like right now. He must be in a hurry because wastes no time in getting to full speed with his rapid thrusts. Soon enough, I hear the familiar cry and out comes the sharp cum bullets right down my throat as he pushes my face hard against his groin. I contract my throat muscles repeatedly, giving him extra pleasure and coaxing more cum out of his spewing cock. It works, because I can sense that this is one of his bigger loads being dumped into my stomach.

It takes about a couple of minutes before he finally pulls out of my mouth. He quickly stuffs his still slick and semi-hard dick back into his pants, making himself presentable before he makes his way home. We meet at the door as we exchange a hot, passionate kiss. I know that he can taste remnants of his cum that still clung to my lips.

As soon as we break out kiss, I see him look at me with a smile. “Don’t forget, your mother and I are expecting you for dinner tomorrow night,” he says.

“I mean it, Frank,” I pouted. I knew I shouldn’t be mixing work and sex, but with the warm weather our construction crew were pulling in overtime, and I’d barely had time to beat off much less find sex in this small town. And seeing the way this burly 49 year old would surreptitiously eye me up gave me hope I could make something happen. “No strings, no recip, just good old fashioned head.”

The man let out a low whistle as he turned the pick up truck onto the main highway. “They sure grow you young guys with some real balls these days,” he shook his head gruffly.

Yeah, I had some nerve. But I was real built for 19, from the gym and football, and even though Frank had more beefy bulk, I knew I could at least hold my own if it came to fists. But I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna. “Come on, boss, I know you want it.” Frank wasn’t my boss exactly, but he was unofficially in charge of me at the site, so the nickname just sort of developed.

He drove silently for a minute then replied softly. “It HAS been a while.” He looked over at me, catching me staring at the packed crotch of jeans. Then, “what the hell,” he said as he pulled the truck into a deserted industrial park while he reached down to unzip with his free hand.

Frank came fast that day, maybe in a minute flat, I think he was so backed up. He even apologized, but I was happy as a clam, even leaning back in the cab of the truck and whacking out my own quick load, with the flavor of Frank’s salty cum still in my mouth.

I had a feeling the stud would want more of that, but I wasn’t prepared for how Frank became so, I dunno, almost romantic. The next day on the site, he seemed a little standoffish until about an hour before quitting time, when he sauntered up to me, looking hot as hell in his construction gear, the burly muscle showing through.

“Hunt…” he started. Frank was the only one to shorted my name Hunter like that. “You maybe interested in coming over to my place after work? I can’t cook, but I do a mean take out.”

I gave him my best pearly white smile, “I’d love that, boss,” I said. Apprehensive that things could be getting complicated at my job, but excited as hell inside.

It had been a long day in the sun and those beers at Frank’s place were about the tastiest I’d had. I’d gone down on him the minute we got to his place, but there was still an erotic buzz between as we chatted like longtime buddies and sat in his basic townhouse rec room. I could tell he wanted another go that night, which was A-OK with me, but we were not in a rush.

“All right, I gotta ask,” he finally said in his deep booming voice. I don’t know if the dude had it in him to talk quietly. “Greenville’s a small place, sure, but I bet you could find dick here if you wanted. You know, hotter, younger guys.”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Boss, you’re the hottest man in this city. Hands down.” I took a sip from my beer. I was getting a good buzz on now. “It’s why I took a chance making a move at the site. I normally have more sense,” I winked.

I could tell Frank didn’t believe me, but he didn’t challenge me. Instead, we finished our beers, then Frank asked, cautiously, “Hunt, you wanna stay over tonight?”

“Only if you fuck me,” I replied, which made Frank let out a deep belly laugh.

“You’re a wild one, boy,” he guffawed.

That night I lay down on my stomach on Frank’s queen sized bed and gripped the sheets as he mounted me, his burly hair body writhing against my smooth back as pounded his thick cock steadily into me, working himself slowly steadily to a well-deserved orgasm. And fucking two loads out of me in the process.

I slept like a lamb that night.

Yeah, things changed between me and Frank at work, but we tried not to act differently around each other in front of the other guys. But I was falling head over heels in love and lust with the guy. He was every bit of the father figure I was looking for. Stern, masculine, but caring, with a sensitive side he didn’t normally show. Best part was the way his eyes would light up and he’d smile when looking over at me working. Having this burly dude crush out on me made me fall harder.

I got the sense he still thought I was just settling for an older man. He was always putting down his appearance, his balding head, his not-trim waistline, or the gray hairs that were popping up all over his body.

It wasn’t until one night when we were fucking that it click for him. Turns out missionary was Frank’s favorite position, and that’s how we were going at it that night, the man roughly thrusting into me while my legs lay on his shoulders. Him angled to look down on me, smiling but with a gruff domineering expression in his eyes that gave me a major throbbing bone.

“You like that Hunt?” he growled. “Like my fat dick fucking you?”

“Yeah, boss,” I breathed. I wasn’t on the edge of orgasm, but it wouldn’t take me long to get there tonight. “Fuck me. Fuck your boy.”

He liked the sound of that, cause he pounded even harder, knocking me against the headboard. I loved it. Then, he said it. The magic words. “Who’s your daddy?”

I groaned and he repeated himself. “Who’s your daddy, stud? I wannna hear you tell me.”

“You are, sir. You’re my daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.” And with that my hot jizz started spraying my chest in involuntary spurts, as Frank growled excitedly and started fucking to his own nut.

“Daddy’s coming in ya, kiddo.”

After that, Frank understood. Understood his power over me. Like yesterday when we were driving between sites, he looked over at me, a gleam in his eye. “Wanna see Daddy’s fur?”

I nodded breathlessly and watched as he undid his reflective vest and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his powerful chest and glorious coating of silver-and-brown hair.

“That’s hot Daddy,” I breathed, feeling my cock grow erect in my jeans. “Can I feel that on my back tonight?” I loved getting fucked face down and while we usually did it the way Frank wanted increasingly we switched it up.

i am kept sensory deprived. Gloved and unable to feel skin with bare hands. Hooded and incapable of seeing.  i have lost sense of time and space.  i am in darkness. 

He too wears gloves so that the only skin on skin contact with me is His hard dick in my mouth.  i suppose it helps Him maintain the illusion that i am just a warm, wet hole. Under threat of sever punishment i am not allowed to speak - ever - or make any sounds that might suggest i’m anything other than a singularly focused gimp. He never says a word or utters a command. He denies me even the comforting sound of His voice.

My mouth and throat is fucked until my jaw absolutely aches. He stops abruptly several times. i assume it’s because He’s getting close and wants to prolong the pleasure in every second of my self abasement. i am dizzy from lack of oxygen and depth perspective. My hands are tied tightly behind my back so that i struggle to stay erect. He holds me upright by the head. My neck is slack so that He maintains total control of the depth and angle of penetration with each hard thrust of His long, thick cock.  

And then without warning He cums.

i clamp my lips tightly around Him as He shudders and groans loudly, emptying His sweaty balls with heavy spurts that shoot deep into my throat. i feel as though i may drown but a hard swallow miraculously opens up space for more. Breathing violently through the tiny nostril slits of the hood i somehow manage not to gag as He finishes.  

“Sure, Jim, do you have another chair around here?" Jim leaned back and spread his legs, taking a long drag off his cigar as he winked at me.

I left my lunch in the kitchen and quietly walked back to Hal’s bedroom to try to confirm my suspicions. And there he was, on the bed with his legs splayed open to give me a great view of his bulging briefs. He still wore his shirt, tie, and those long black socks; all the attire for his work as a corporate litigator. As if the sight of him weren’t enough, the sound of his voice sent blood rushing to my cock when he said, “I had a big win today.”

He takes pride in His appearance and knows His body more intimately than any of the worshipful and appreciative whores He lays.  He carefully crafts a very strong and polarizing persona and image.  The sluts and bar whores get wet just looking at Him.  His bros respect and secretly admire Him.  And the fags fear Him.  He’s made it very difficult to get what He truly wants.  There’s an intelligence and sensitivity to Him that few will take the time to discovery.  

i don’t know how He fucks His whores but when He’s with me i feel special and indeed i am; i’m the only man He’s ever been with.  There’s a tenderness to Him that’s completely incongruent with His brooding, fearsome, tough-guy persona.  In every touch of His hard, muscular body i feel His immense strength and power but He’s never rough with me.  When His lips caress mine and His tongue slips softly in and out of my mouth i experience a gentleness that few if any ever know.  

He’s delicate and careful with me in ways that continue to surprise me.  i suspect He’s less careful and attentive with His whores but when He’s inside me i am constantly aware that He’s holding Himself back from tearing me apart.  There’s a ferocity and deep frustration inside Him that i fear He releases elsewhere but when i’m with Him i feel safe and protected.  

His dick feels like a long, thick steel rod - painfully hard, unyielding, and menacing like a foreign object that shouldn’t be so deep inside me.  Although He’s slow to insert Himself every penetrating inch brings a searing pain and discomfort.  But i can see in His eyes the immense pleasure He feels when my pussy opens for Him.  He pumps slowly, savoring every second of my willful submission to His demands, needs, and desires.  

My legs shake in His grip.  i moan and shudder, leaning up in a moment of overwhelming passion to suckle hungrily from His hard erect nipples.  My chewing and sucking and rapid flicks of the tongue push Him into an abyss of pleasure and intense longing.  “Oh Baby …” He doesn’t speak much so when He does i listen.  i fall back and look up lovingly into His eyes as He stares back at me, fucking me with hard, fast, deep thrusts as He gives Himself over to His lust.  He leans down at the last second and kisses me and i inhale His warm breath into me.  His deep moan reverberates in my open mouth as His throbbing cock impregnates and saturates me with powerful blasts of thick, white cum. 

He’s posed for me on more than one occasion - sunning Himself or drinking a beer without a shirt on after work.  But this time He’s really putting on a show!  He spreads His gorgeous thighs and shifts Himself into a deep slouch, stretching the fabric of His trunks so i can see His nice, thick bulge even from across the parking lot.  He knows i’m watching - the fag in Building 15.  I’ve had a fag’s crush on Him the moment He moved in - stalking Him at the pool, “accidentally” running into Him at the mailbox, constantly checking out His balcony to see if He’s there.  He’s never said a word to me or even given me a nod - not one thing to encourage me.  Until now.

With His cap pulled down over His eyes i feel it’s safe to stop pretending that i have any reason to be on my balcony other than to ogle Him like a starving puppy., which i do shamelessly.  As i take in every inch of His body i imagine myself licking the inside of His thigh and slowly working my tongue up under His trunks until i’m lapping the swollen head of His dick as it stretches down His thigh.  i’m in a lust-induced haze when suddenly He moves, snapping me instantly to attention.  He begins to run His hand up His torso to His chest.  And then, He starts to rub His nipple … slowly … sensually.  

Fuck me!  i’m in disbelief as i watch with baited breath.  He does this for several minutes and then He slowly spreads His legs and lowers His hand back down past His stomach to His crotch.  Am i seeing this right?? He grabs Himself and strokes it through His trunks. 

i have to do something.  i can’t help myself.

Before i know it, i’m knocking at His door.  After the second knock with no response it dawns on me: what the fuck am i going to say if He answer??  i’ve still got time to duck out and run but just as i start to move the door opens.  i’m trying to find my voice when i realize He’s not there.  He’s just opened the door and gone back inside, leaving it ajar. 

My hear is pounding but i have to take the bait.  i walk in without saying a word.  What is there to say, really?  i’m a fag and we both know why i’m here.  He’s on the couch in the same prone position as He was on the balcony with His cap pulled down over His eyes just as before.  He doesn’t want to see me?  He wants to pretend it’s someone else?  A girl perhaps?  That’s fine by me.

i shut the door and quietly but quickly make my way to Him.  i’m on my knees and it’s happening.  He doesn’t moan, doesn’t move. The only acknowledgment i get is His hard cock jutting out from the leg opening of His trunks.  With some difficulty, i manage to free His cock and large balls from confinement and i start to suck Him like a whore. 

He won’t touch me.  Instead, He starts playing with His nipples.  His cock starts leaking in my mouth and i suck harder.  Opening my jaw, i take His dick down my throat.  Finally … a barely audible moan. His breathing quickens and before i can pull up He’s cumming down my throat.  i hold still and swallow it, tears running down my face as i try to suppress the urge to gag.  Every muscle in His body is tense as He shivers and convulses.  It’s a heavy load and eventually i have to take the rest of it in my mouth, as i pull up.