Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 10:52:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 1 (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in grown sons getting to know their dads. On
the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is...


JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION

PART 1

"Hurry up, Joey! We're ready to go," my dad yelled while pounding on the
bathroom door.

"Yeah," I responded, trying not to sound too irritated. "I'm almost
finished."

"Well, make it quick. It's a long drive, and we want to get there by
nightfall."

"Okay!" I shouted back. This time, I didn't care if I sounded irritated. I
was. Every word he said was making it difficult to maintain my hardon,
which was all I was worried about at that particular moment.

I was standing over the toilet and stroking my hard cock like any normal 18
year old is guaranteed to do when he can get the time alone. I wanted to
enjoy the sensation of my fist sliding up and down my shaft and over the
head of my cock, but I also knew that Dad wasn't kidding. So, rather than
giving up, I began to pound the crap out of my cock. My fist began to fly,
my plump, well-filled balls began to slap against my thighs, and my
breathing became ragged.

God, I wished I could just beat my cock full time for the rest of my life!
My jacking slowed a little at that thought, and I went back to enjoying the
sensation of a leisurely stroke. Mistake.

"Joey, I'm not kidding!" Dad yelled, pounding on the door. The yelling and
pounding broke me out of my reverie and gave my body the extra jolt of
adrenaline that it needed.

"I'm cumming!" I screamed. And I was. The muscles in my thighs and ass
began to contract swiftly. I thrust my hips forward and pressed my fist
firmly into the bush around the base of my cock. I closed my eyes as the
first jet of cum exploded into the toilet bowl.

"Now, Joey!" Dad yelled.

When the sound of Dad's voice broke into the ecstasy of my cumming, a
vision I'd never had before appeared before my closed eyes. As I felt my
cock shooting more and more loads, I suddenly pictured those pearly globs
of cum shooting onto my dad's face and into his open yelling mouth.

My eyes flew open in shock at the completely unexpected thought, but my
body wasn't quite finished. My muscles spasmed and my cock deposited one
last shot of cum in the toilet. I watched as the glob slowly sank to the
bottom with the rest of my load.

I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the tip of my cock clean, tossed the
cummy tissue into the toilet, and flushed. After tucking my deflating cock
back into my underwear and fastening my jeans, I washed my hands quickly
and took a quick look in the mirror. My face was a bit flushed, but my
breathing was at least returning to normal. I took one last deep breath and
opened the door.

"It's about time," Dad said. I just stared in shock, surprised to find him
still standing there. And then suddenly the vision of his cum-covered face
popped back into my head, and I had to stifle a laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Well, get your stuff to the car. Your mother's waiting, and we can't
afford to lose any more travel time."

"Yes, sir," I said and ducked around him.

"And next time, you come when I tell you to," he added.

I turned back toward him but looked at the floor. "Yes, sir," I said again
and froze. There on the floor beside the toilet was a pool of cum that had
missed the target!

"I'll be right out," Dad said and closed the door in my stunned face.

I rushed to my room to get my bag and then hurried out to join my mother in
the car. I sat in the back seat and slammed the door shut. Although Mom
immediately started to chatter away, I had no idea what she was talking
about. I was too mortified by the thought that Dad might see the cum on the
bathroom floor. I just stared at the back floor of the car. I couldn't even
look when I heard the driver's door open and felt the car shift as Dad got
in and slammed the door shut.

"Are we all ready to go?" Mom asked cheerily.

"Finally," Dad said. And I swear it sounded like he wanted to laugh when he
added, "We could have been out of here sooner if I hadn't had to clean up
after Joey in the bathroom."

"Did he leave a mess again?" Mom laughed.

"All over the floor," Dad confirmed.

"How many times have I told you to pick up after yourself, Joey?" Mom
asked, but her voice still had a happy lilt to it.

I'm sure my face turned a deep shade of red, but I couldn't keep from
looking up as Dad began to back the car out of the driveway. Our eyes met
in the rearview mirror. My first embarrassed instinct was to look away as
quickly as possible, but that instinct turned to confusion when Dad
winked. I swear. He winked!

"Boys will be boys," he said, and I could tell from the crinkles at the
corners of his eyes that he was smiling. He was joking about cleaning my
cum off the bathroom floor and he was smiling! What could I do? I smiled a
huge grin back at him before settling in for the long drive to the family
reunion.

*****

I don't know how far it really was from our house to the town where my
mother's family was holding its annual reunion, but I swear it felt like we
were driving a million miles or more. I was so glad when Dad decided we
should have lunch at a truck stop. We all definitely needed to stretch our
legs and get something to eat at that point.

I needed something else, too. In spite of jerking off before we left home,
I desperately needed to let lose another load. I had been in a permanently
horny state ever since Dad winked at me while making it clear, without
actually saying it, that he'd cleaned up a cum load that I'd accidentally
left on the bathroom floor that morning.

I figured if I wolfed down my meal, I could blow another load in the
restroom while Mom and Dad finished their meal at a more relaxed pace. I
stuck to that plan when my burger and fries arrived, and Mom made it clear
that she wasn't happy about how fast I was eating.

"You'll get indigestion eating so fast," she warned.

"I'm starving," I mumbled as a justification around a mouthful of food.

"Well, don't say she didn't warn you," Dad said as he took a bite of his
own food. "Besides, some things should be savored."

Their warnings fell on deaf ears, and I finished my burger in no time
flat. "I've gotta use the restroom," I said as I started to stand up. "And
then I'll walk around a bit outside."

"Don't you want any dessert?" Mom asked.

"Nope."

"Well, don't get lost," Mom warned.

"Take your time," Dad said. And then he winked. Again. For the second time
that day, my dad winked at me. My dad was not a winker. It could only mean
that he knew why I was going to the restroom or that he at least had his
suspicions.

"Ummm, okay," I said hesitantly.

"We're actually running a bit ahead of schedule now," Dad added. "Plenty of
time for dessert. And I want a piece or two of that banana cream pie." And
with that, he game me a third wink of the day!

"Ummm, okay," I said again and headed off to the restroom.

As the restroom door creaked closed behind me, I saw that I was
alone. There was no one at the urinal and there weren't any feet showing in
the stall. I quickly went for the stall, locked the stall door behind me,
unzipped, pulled out my cock and balls, and went to work. I massaged my
soft dick, thinking how much I needed to blow a load. I tugged on my balls,
thinking how full and tight they were. I even fingered my asshole a
bit. Nothing happened! All my dad's winking had put me off completely, and
I couldn't concentrate enough to get a good hardon, no matter how horny I
was.

I finally gave up, relaxed to enjoy a good piss at least, and then tucked
my cock and balls back in my jeans. As I was washing my hands at the sink,
I heard the door open and close. I didn't look up in case it was my dad. I
couldn't handle that situation at that point. Still, as I dried my hands, I
managed a covert glance toward the urinal...and immediately met the gaze of
the man standing there. I couldn't pull my eyes away, and after a long
pause, a grin swept across his face.

"Nice ass," he said.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"I said you got a nice ass, son."

"Ummm, thanks," I said as I continued to wash my hands while staring at the
man and listening to his powerful stream of piss striking the back of the
urinal and running down the drain. He looked about the same age as my
dad. They were even about the same height and build, with the same dark
black hair. But unlike my office-worker dad, this guy had a really dark
tan.

"Any chance I could get a piece?" he asked.

"Of what?" I asked in a daze.

The guy let out a huge belly laugh, and I could hear his piss stream
suddenly stop and start in time with his laughing. I glanced down when I
heard some of his piss splash on the floor. He followed my gaze as his
laughter subsided.

"Woops. Sorry about that. Guess I lost control of my aim a bit when I was
laughing.

"Guess so," I said stupidly and looked back up at his eyes.

"So, can I get a piece of your ass or not?" he asked with a serious but
gentle look on his face.

"Oh," I said, realizing how stupid I'd been.

"Hey, sorry. From the look you gave me, I thought you were interested. No
problem." And with that, the guy looked back down as he shook the last
drops of piss from his cock.

My heart began to race. I'd been fucking with my friend Barry for a couple
years. It was just something we did, like going to the movies or playing
basketball. Just another physical activity for two horny teens. We were
best friends. That's it. No mushy stuff going on. No lovey dovey. No
lifelong commitment. We just liked to fuck and get fucked occasionally when
beating off wasn't enough to satisfy the drive. I'd just never been
propositioned by a stranger in a restroom before.

As the man zipped up his jeans and stepped away from the urinal, I backed
away from the sink to give him room. I started to dry my hands, but I
couldn't resist letting my eyes meet his in the mirror over the sink.

"My parents are having dessert," I said flatly.

"Then it would have to be a quickie?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," I almost whispered, and then I bit my bottom lip.

"Works for me," he said with a wink.

For an instant after the wink, I saw Dad's face grinning back to me. I
stumbled backward and had to brace myself against the wall.

"Look, if you're not sure...," the man said hesitantly.

"I'm sure," I said. "I just tripped."

"Okay, we could use the stall there if you're in a real hurry, or we could
go out to my truck if you have a few more minutes to spare. The sleeper is
roomy and comfortable."

"You're a trucker?" I asked. Another stupid question that elicited another
belly laugh from the guy.

"What did you think I was? A business executive?"

"No, I..."

"Been driving for 20 years now."

"Wow, that's a long time," I said.

"Is it? I guess so," the trucker said as he stepped over to dry his
hands. "Speaking of time, we're wasting it."

"Oh yeah, sorry."

"No problem, son. But where do you want it? The stall or the truck."

A picture of my dad walking into the restroom and catching me with a
trucker's dick up my ass flashed before my eyes, and I quickly said, "The
truck."

"Good choice," the trucker said. "Especially since I've got some lube for
you out there. Make it a bit easier on that cute ass of yours."

"Definitely lube," I laughed, relaxing for the first time since the trucker
entered the restroom.

"Follow me," he said and opened the door.

I did as he said and followed the trucker out of the restroom and on toward
the exit from the restaurant. I risked a quick look over at my parents'
table and saw that the waitress was just delivering two huge pieces of pie
to the table. I had some time, but not a lot.

*****

I followed the guy as we climbed into his truck. I was expecting a cramped
space with little more than a narrow mattress, but the sleeper of this
truck was as roomy and comfortable as he'd promised. It was almost like a
mini motel.

"My name's Hank," he said as he turned on a TV set and started a DVD
playing.

"Joey," I said. "Or Joe. Whichever you like." I was too distracted by the
guys fucking on the TV screen to pay much attention to what I was saying.

"How about 'Son'?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, pulling my eyes away from the porn on the TV.

"Mind if I call you 'Son'?" Hank repeated and he quickly began to remove
his shirt, revealing a chest full of dark black hair and a treasure trail
that led my eyes down to the top of his jeans, which he began to unfasten.

"Um, no, that's fine if you want." After a brief hesitation, I added,
"Dad."

Hank smiled briefly, and then he got a serious expression on his face. "How
old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Are you sure?"

"Eighteen last November," I said, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and
holding it out to show my birthdate on my driver's license.

Hank laughed. "Like there's never been a fake ID in this world."

"I swear it!" I said adamantly, seeing my chance to get fucked by a trucker
starting to slip away.

"Okay, Son," Hank said with a grin. "I believe you, especially since it
sounds like you want this as much as I do now."

"Definitely!" I said as I pulled my shirt off over my head and revealed my
smooth hairless chest.

"Nice," Hank said as he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, unzipped
the opening, and then pushed his jeans and underwear down his hairy
legs...all while stepping out of his books and kicking them to the side.

"Wow." I couldn't help myself. When Hank stood up and revealed his uncut
cock, which was already at least six inches and still only semi-hard, the
word escaped before I could stop it. I was also stunned a bit by the fact
that he was tan all over. And I mean all over.

With a chuckle of acknowledgement, Hank said, "Turnabout is fair play. Let
me see what you've got."

I quickly shoved my jeans and underwear down and stood up to display my
fully erect seven-inch cock standing out at a 45-degree angle.

"Wow, yourself, Son" Hank said as he stepped forward and wrapped his rough
hand around my cock. "Can I kiss you?"

"Definitely...Dad."

Hank and I both leaned forward and our lips met. His lips parted and I
could feel his tongue exploring my lips. I stepped closer, and our bodies
molded together as my lips parted to let his tongue enter me. I savored the
taste of his saliva and the sensation of his hairy chest against mine. I
wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as tight against me as
possible--pressing our cocks together between us.

As our lips separated, I began to slide down his body so I could taste his
cock, but Hank had other ideas. He took a firm hold on my shoulders and
laid me back on the bed. "I'd love to have your hot mouth on my cock, Son,"
he said, "but we're running out of time and I want your ass."

"It's all yours, Dad" I said, lifting my legs and pressing my knees to my
chest.

"That's the idea, Son," Hank laughed as he reached down and pulled a tube
of lube from a drawer under the bed.

I was mesmerized watching Hank apply a glob of lube to his cock and spread
it out along the entire length of his shaft, which was now a firm seven
inches. The music and the moaning from the porn video were really getting
me in the mood quickly, and I gently began to stroke my own cock while
keeping my asshole on display.

Hank kneeled on the bed and began to work lube up my eager ass, which
clenched tight on every finger he inserted. "You're really tight, Son. Have
you done this before?"

"Yeah, my friend Barry and I do it all the time," I assured him. "Don't
worry, Dad."

"Then let's get this show on the road," Hank declared as he moved forward
and aimed his stiff cock at my well-lubed winking asshole. He pressed a
firm, rough hand square on my balls and the base of my cock, and with the
other hand, he pulled the foreskin back as his cock head began to press at
my hole and demand entrance. "Take a deep breath, Son."

I did as instructed.

"Good, Son," Hank cooed. "Now breathe out and relax."

Again, I did as instructed, and Hank pressed firmly forward. When the head
of his cock popped into my ass, I took another huge breath, but Hank wasn't
wasting any more of the little time we had. In a continuous motion, he
continued to fill my ass with his cock until I could feel his pubes pressed
up against my ass.

"Wow," I moaned as I exhaled. "Fucking amazing."

"You ain't felt nothin' yet, Son," Hank warned. "Hold on for the ride of
your life."

"Fuck me good, Dad," I said with a grin.

"You got it, Son," he returned with a grin of his own.

Hank wrapped his fist around my cock and began pulling on it as he withdrew
his thick cock almost all the way from my ass. He stroked back down on my
cock as he buried his own cock deep in my ass again. I sighed with great
pleasure from the sensations Hank was causing in my body.

My breathing increased to match the increase of Hank's fucking and jacking
action. His thrusts became harder and faster. Each time he plunged his cock
into me, he knocked the breath out of me. I'd barely managed another breath
when he knocked it out again by ramming himself deep inside of me.

"You're on your own," Hank moaned as he released my cock and took a firm
hold on my legs with both of his hands. His fucking became even more rough
as his new hold produced better leverage for him.

I grabbed my cock and began jacking in rhythm with his fucking motion. Our
moans mixed with the moans of the porn stars on the video, and the sound of
our flesh slapping together in repeated collisions was the most amazing
sound I'd ever heard.

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard, Dad," I begged.

"Yeah, you have the tightest ass, Son. Better than I ever thought it would
be."

"Your cock feels so good in my ass. Harder, Dad. Please, fuck me harder."

"You like it hard, do you, Son?"

"Definitely. The harder the better."

"You got it," Hank moaned before slamming forward with all of the strength
of his thrusting hips. I had to place a hand above my head to keep my skull
from being pounded into the wall.

"Harder!" I screamed.

"Oh god, Son, you're so fucking hot!"

"Fill me with your cum. I want your daddy cum inside me now."

"Fuck yeah, Joey, beg for daddy's cum."

"Please blow your cum up my ass, Dad. Please. I've never wanted cum as much
as I want yours. Fill your son with the cum that made him!"

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Joey. I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, yes, yes," I repeated with every thrust.

"I'M CUMMING, SON. I'M CUMMING!" Hank yelled, and then he thrust deep
inside my ass one last time. Shallow thrusts accompanied every eruption of
his cum inside my ass, and I knew I was being filled to the max and
beyond. I could feel small rivulets of excess cum running down my ass crack
and onto the mattress.

As Hank began to recover, he realized that my unspent hard cock was just
lying across my stomach. I'd been enjoying the feel of his cock in my ass
so much that I forgot all about my own cock.

"Your turn," Hank grinned as he took a firm grip on my cock and began
jacking me furiously. I threw my head back against the pillow, clamped my
ass down tight on Hank's cock, and began thrusting my own cock furiously
into Hank's fist.

"That's it, Son. Cum for daddy. Show daddy what a good boy you are. Give
him some of that family spunk."

"Fuck, Hank, I'm gonna cum."

"Dad."

"Yes, Dad. I'm gonna cum just for you. Just for my dad. OH FUCK!" I yelled
as my cock began blowing streaks of hot cum all over my stomach and Hank's
fist.

"That's my boy," Hank said with a grin. He released my cock as my ass
settled back onto the mattress, and then he shocked me by raising his
cum-covered hand to his mouth and licking it clean.

"That's hot!" I said in disbelief.

"What, you never eat your cum?" he asked in surprise.

"Never."

"Then we'd better take care of that right now," Hank said as he ran his
hand across my cum-covered stomach and then held his cum-covered hand up to
my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and took a tentative lick at his hand. "No,
go for it!" he ordered, and without any more hesitation, I attacked his
hand and licked it clean, like it was the last plate of food I would ever
get. "That's better, Son," he said with a wink, and for a brief second, I
saw my dad's face instead of Hank's.

I relaxed back on the mattress and closed my eyes. When I felt Hank lean
forward and begin to lick the cum off of my stomach, the mental picture
generated by my mind was instead of my dad lapping up my cum. I reached
down and gently ran my fingers through Hank's hair as he finished licking
me clean.

"That's the best I can do with my tongue," Hank said, sitting up. "Guess
we'll have to use this to finish the job."

I opened my eyes and watched as Hank picked up his shirt and wiped the rest
of the cum residue off of my stomach. I then felt his cock slip free from
my ass before Hank gently turned me on my side and used the same shirt to
wipe the lube and cum from around the entrance to my asshole.

*****

"So, do you and your dad really play?" Hank asked casually as he finished
putting on a clean shirt.

"What?" I almost yelled in surprise.

"It all seemed so natural to you. I just figured you must have..."

"Never," I said firmly.

"But you want to," he said. It was not a question.

"Until today, the thought never even crossed my mind," I said softly as I
finished putting my own shirt back on.

"And now?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "Do you and your son...?" I just let the
question hang out there.

"I don't have a son. I don't know why I asked you to let me call you
that. I've never called anyone 'Son' while I was fucking him before, but I
enjoyed it with you. I wouldn't mind having a son like you."

The only way I could think to respond to that was to step forward, wrap my
arms around Hank's waist, and give him a long sensuous kiss that was
slightly flavored with my own cum.

"Well," Hank said, after breaking the kiss and taking a step back. We'd
better get you back to your parents before they start to miss you.

"I guess we'd better," I agreed.

*****

As we walked back across the truck stop parking lot, I told Hank all about
the family reunion that was the destination for our drive. I even
complained about it being located in some podunk little town that I'd never
heard of before.

"Too bad you don't need a lift," Hank laughed. "That podunk little town is
right on my route."

"That would be awesome!" I said.

"What would be?" Hank asked.

"Riding with you. Maybe then I'd get to suck that cock instead of just
getting fucked by it," I laughed.

"Watch your mouth, Son," Hank laughed. "I don't think your parents would
approve of the language or the activities."

"Joey!" It was definitely my mother's voice. I looked away from Hank and
saw Mom and Dad walking toward us across the parking lot. Shit. Busted.

"Where have you been?" Mom asked. "We've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry, Ma'am," Hank said quickly. "This young man and I just got to
talking and lost all track of time. My fault entirely."

"Talking about what?" Dad asked, with just a hint of disbelief.

"Truckin'," Hank said. "I was washing my truck when Joey walked by, and he
just asked me what it was like to be a trucker."

"And Hank offered to give me a ride, so I could find out for myself. He can
drop me at the reunion. It's on his route."

"Well,..." Hank started, but he needn't have bothered.

"That's very generous of you...Hank," my dad said slowly, but we couldn't
possibly let our son impose on you that way."

"It wouldn't be any imposition, but I certainly understand," Hank said
quickly. "You're one lucky dad, sir. Joey spoke very highly of you."

"Did he?" Dad asked, with a little more surprise than I thought was
necessary.

"Yes, he certainly did," Hank confirmed.

"Well, we think Joey is a special son too," Mom said.

"I'm sure he is," Hank said. "I'm sure he is."

"Thank you for taking the time to talk to Joey," Dad said distantly. "I
hope he wasn't too much trouble."

"No trouble at all," Hank said with a smile at me.

"Come along, Joey," Dad said, and he and Mom turned to walk toward our car.

Hank quickly slipped a piece of paper into my hand and said, "My cell. In
case you want to arrange a ride some other time when we're in the same
area."

I opened the paper and saw Hank's name followed by a phone number. "Sweet,"
I said with a grin.

"JOEY!" Mom called.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled, which caused Hank to have a coughing fit. I tucked
the paper into my pocket, gave Hank a grin and a quick low wave (in place
of the hug and kiss that I really wanted to give him), and headed off to
catch up with Mom and Dad.

*****

As we pulled out of the parking lot, I caught Dad giving me a strange look
in the mirror before he quickly looked back to the road in front of him.

"Well, that was a nice place to stop," Mom said cheerfully. "We should keep
it in mind on the way back."

"Definitely," I said.

"I think we could use a little fresh air," Dad said, catching my eye
briefly in the rearview mirror. This time there was no wink.

My heart skipped a beat as he began to lower all the windows. Could he
smell the sex on me? I quickly resolved to wash up a bit better at the next
rest stop.


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