Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 20:09:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 2 (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 2

It had been several hours since we stopped for lunch at the truck
stop. During all that time, Mom managed to keep up her own little running
monologue about the family reunion, the scenery, and whatever else popped
into her mind. Dad remained virtually silent, but several times I did catch
him glancing at me in the rearview mirror. For my part, I just turned up
the iPod and tried to act like nothing had happened.

I always figured that Mom and Dad had to have some sort of clue about what
my best friend, Barry, and I were getting up to when we spent so much time
alone in my bedroom. Then again, I'd known Barry forever, so maybe they
didn't give it a second thought. From the curious looks he was giving me
now though, I guessed my Dad was suddenly giving it a second
thought. Probably a third, a fourth, and even a fifth one too. He was
almost certainly thinking about what his son had been doing alone with a
strange trucker in the parking area of a truck stop--especially if he'd got
even a mild whiff of the aromas that still clung to my body after I'd been
fucked by that trucker, Hank.

Finally, I saw a promising sign as it went past in a blur: "Rest Area 1
Mile." If nothing else, I could try to wash up a bit, so Dad would put the
car windows up again. It was actually starting to get cold, but when I'd
tested the level of sex aroma a few times by tucking my nose into the front
of my t-shirt and taking a whiff, I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to ask
for the windows to be up. In fact, rather than going away, it seemed to be
getting stronger. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Unfortunately, all
of the repeat smell tests had the effect of making me ultra-horny again.

"Can we stop at that rest area?" I asked as casually as I could.

"We're almost at the reunion," Dad replied flatly. "There's no reason to
stop now."

Shit, this was my last chance to wash up...after maybe blowing a quick
load. "I need to take a dump." The idea just popped into my head and out of
my mouth.

"Can't you wait until we get to the motel?" he asked. The look he gave me
in the mirror was almost a glare, but I persisted.

"It's an emergency," I said, clutching my stomach to add emphasis--probably
a little too much emphasis, but it got my mother's sympathy.

"Let's stop, Eddy," Mom said. "Joey needs to use the facilities, and I
could sure stretch my legs. Couldn't you?"

"I guess so," Dad said grudgingly, without looking at me in the mirror.

"Thank god!" I thought as Dad pulled the car off the highway and into the
rest area.

There were a couple cars already in the parking area, but Dad parked well
away from them, making me walk farther to get to the restroom. I guess that
was his little revenge for losing the battle. I quickly got out of the car
and headed off, trying to maintain the sense of urgency.

"Don't be too long!" Dad called out.

"Leave the boy alone, Eddy," I heard my mother say. "He can't help his
bowels." Okay, Mom, slightly embarrassing in a public place!

I dashed into the men's room and looked around for paper towels. Of course,
there were only air dryers. Big help. I walked past the urinals and quickly
ducked into the first stall to grab some toilet paper. Success. I spun the
roll quickly and tore off a large pile of paper.

Returning to the sink, I quickly tucked the front of my t-shirt up over my
head and behind my neck--exposing my stomach but still keeping my back and
shoulders covered. I got some soap from the dispenser and rubbed it on my
chest and stomach. I ripped off a handful of paper and got it wet under the
tap. And then I began to wash off the soap using the wet toilet paper. I
even took a swipe under my arms for good measure. Anyway, that took care of
any cum residue from the load I shot in Hank's truck. Now to take care of
any signs of the cum that Hank shot up my ass and the lube that helped him
do it.

I unbuckled, unzipped, and started to lower my jeans to give myself a good
crack wipe. However, I froze quickly when I heard a noise. Had someone been
here all along? I quickly leaned over and looked under the stall, but
didn't see anything but the bases of the two toilets. Shrugging, I lowered
my jeans and began to wipe with some wetted toilet paper, before drying
with the rest of the paper.

At that point, I couldn't resist and began fingering my asshole. I leaned
over the sink, balancing with my free hand, and the new position made it
even easier for me to bury my middle finger deep in my ass. I closed my
eyes and slowly fucked myself on my own finger, exploring deeply to reach
the prostate pressure button. I knew I shouldn't be wasting time, but I was
enjoying myself and my cock was getting hard quickly.

"Need some help?"

Surprised by the deep booming voice that suddenly filled the room, I lost
my balance. My hand slipped off the sink, and the only thing that kept me
from cracking my chin on the sink was a quick spin while pulling my finger
out of my ass. As it was, I ended up on the floor with my bare ass on the
ground and my hard cock sticking up from my lap.

I tried to stand and pull up my pants at the same time and almost ended up
back on the floor.

"Careful there," the stranger said. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as I tried to get my stiff cock back into my
pants. "I didn't realize you were there."

"Does it look like I have a problem with what you were doing?"

I finally looked at the stranger and got a pleasant surprise. He was more
than six feet tall, with a muscular build, a glowing tan, and well-molded
thighs packed into a pair of tight jeans. His shirt was hanging open,
revealing a hairy chest, and he had a big grin on his face. But more
important, he was stroking a hard uncut cock. I instantly stopped trying to
hide my own cock.

"I guess not," I laughed. Almost without realizing it, I started to stroke
my own cock as I grinned at the stranger. "Nice...cowboy boots," I said,
looking down as his feet. "Do you always keep your feet in the air when
you're on the toilet?"

"You got me," he said. "I didn't want to be interrupted either," he added
with a laugh. The stranger stepped closer to me while continuing to stroke
his cock.

I was mesmerized watching the foreskin more back and forth over the head of
his cock. "Can I help?"

"Help yourself," he said with a laugh.

The stranger dropped his hand away from his cock and it bounced slightly. I
gingerly reached out and wrapped my hand around his warm cock. For a
moment, I didn't move, and then I slowly slid my fist along the shaft,
bringing the foreskin up over the head. I then slid my fist back down the
shaft, retracting the foreskin and exposing the head.

"You like my hood, do you?"

"What?"

"My foreskin."

"Oh. Yeah. Definitely. Wish I had one."

"Want to share mine?"

"I don't..."

"Let me," the stranger said, stepping so close that our cocks collided.

I released his dick, and he took hold of mine. The feel of his big hand
wrapping around my cock almost made me shoot my load there and then, but I
managed to hold off. However, I didn't manage to stifle the moan that
erupted from my throat.

"Like that, do you?" he asked, giving my shaft a couple slow strokes.

"Definitely," I sighed.

"Then you'll love this."

The stranger stopped stroking me and brought the tips of our cocks
together. I then watched in fascination as he began pulling his foreskin
over the head of his own cock and on over the head of MY cock!

"Oh shit!" I said, feeling his foreskin slide across my own skin. "That's
amazing."

"You ain't felt nothing yet," he laughed. "Fuck me."

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"Fuck your dick into my hood."

I didn't have to be told twice. As he firmly gripped the end of his
foreskin and the shaft of my cock, I began to fuck into the tunnel he had
created. My cock head pressed against his, and I could feel the slippery
connection where our precum was mingling together on our dicks and inside
the stranger's skin. With his free hand, the stranger reached down and
grabbed my balls as well.

"I never..." I barely managed to moan. The feeling was like nothing else
I'd ever felt. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that I closed my eyes
and let me head fall back slightly. The next thing I knew, I suddenly felt
the stranger's lips pressing urgently against mine and I wanted to kiss him
as much as he wanted to kiss me.

I was the one with my hands free, and I reflexively reached up and wrapped
my arms around the stranger's neck. I opened my mouth slightly, and he did
the same. Our tongues battled over which was the more eager to explore. I
was fucking into the foreskin tunnel as eagerly as I was trying to explore
his mouth and savor his flavors.

The stranger tugged on my balls, and it was the final straw. I began
moaning and grunting into the guy's mouth, and I tried to pull away to warn
him. I released my hold on his neck, but at the same time, the stranger
released my balls and grabbed a firm hold on my neck.

I continued to moan into the kiss and thrust violently into the foreskin
tunnel. My knees were about to buckle. The stranger obviously knew what was
coming, and he wasn't backing away. In fact, he tightened his grip on his
foreskin around my cock as well as his grip on my neck. There was no
escape, but I didn't want to anyway.

My scream was muffled by our frantic kissing as my cum began to erupt into
the foreskin tunnel. My cum flooded over the stranger's cock and I
continued to fuck into it. I sagged against the stranger with my arms again
around his neck, and he relaxed his hold on my neck and cock, but he didn't
let go.

"Thanks," I sighed, burying my face against his collarbone.

"Thank YOU," the stranger laughed softly and thrust his cock against mine,
which was still invading his foreskin. I also felt him kiss my hair
lightly. "You're some hot kid."

I took a deep breath and straightened up. I exhaled deeply when I was
standing on my own again, and I slowly withdrew my cock from the foreskin
tunnel. "You're not so bad yourself," I laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm just going to see what's keeping him!" my dad yelled
outside.

The stranger spun into the nearest stall, and I dove into the second
stall. I barely managed to get the stall door slammed before I heard the
restroom door open.

"Jason!"

"Yeah, Dad?" I called back, collapsing onto the toilet.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I told you I had to take a dump," I called out. At the same time, I looked
up and saw the stranger's cock snaking its way through a glory hole between
the two stalls.

"We haven't got all day," Dad said.

I could tell Dad was about to lose it, but I had other things on my
mind. "It's a big one!" I called out, leaning forward to take a lick at the
cum leaking out of the foreskin on the stranger's dick. Cum streaked across
my cheek when the stranger coughed at my double entendre.

"Well, take care of it and get out to the car," Dad ordered.

"Okay, Dad. I'll be right there."

As I heard the door close, I leaned forward and took the stranger's cock in
my hand. I pulled the foreskin down the shaft to expose the cum-covered
head. I quickly wrapped my lips around the cock head and began licking it
clean, savoring the taste of my own cum mingled with the stranger's precum.

"That feels good, but it sounds like your dad's in a hurry. If you want my
load, you're gonna have to get jacking."

I definitely wanted what he had, so I backed up slightly with just the tip
of his cock in my mouth. I then began to jerk franticly like I did to
myself when all I wanted to do was cum.

"That's it, kid. Yeah, that's working it. Gonna give you a load soon if you
want it."

I flicked my tongue around the cock, tightened my grasp, and jacked even
harder. I could hear his balls slapping between the partition and his
thighs.

"Yeah, jack that cock, kid, and open wide. Gonna give you a load soon. Oh
fuck. I've been saving this load for a couple days. Get ready kid. I'm
gonna flood your mouth soon. Oh yeah, fuck. Eat it, kid. Eat my CUM!" he
yelled.

I swallowed quickly as shot after shot of cum flew into my mouth. I clamped
my lips tightly around the cock to keep from spilling a drop as the
stranger continued to fuck his cock into my mouth.

"Mmmm," he moaned. That's nice.

I forced one final glob of cum out of his dick and into my mouth, and then
I sat back to lick my lips.

"Thanks for the tasty snack," I said.

"My pleasure," he laughed.

"Joey! We don't have all day," Dad said firmly.

I hadn't heard him come back in.

"I'm finished," I confirmed. "I'll be out as soon as I wash up."

"Make it quick," he ordered. "And wash up good this time."

The door slammed shut.

"That was close," the stranger said.

"You're telling me," I said, pulling wads of toilet paper off the roll. I
wiped my cock as clean as I could with the paper, tossed it in the toilet,
and flushed. I then took the rest of the paper, exited the cubicle, and
headed toward the sink with my cock still hanging out.

As I began to wash and dry my cock, the stranger stepped out of his
cubicle. I glanced over and saw him tucking his cock away inside his tight
jeans.

"You're a good kid, Joey," he said as he stepped up beside me.

"I'm not a kid," I said defensively. "I'm eighteen."

"You're still a kid to a man my age," he said, "especially with cum all
over your face." He laughed and then leaned in to lick a streak of his cum
off of my cheek. That eliminated any shred of dignity I had left, so I just
started laughing.

"Thanks," I said and quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Any time," he said, as he buckled his belt. "Now hurry up. You don't want
to keep your dad waiting."

"Probably not," I said, giving myself one last wipe with the dry toilet
paper before stuffing it all in the trash and then stuffing my cock back in
my jeans.

As I finally pulled my t-shirt back over my head and stepped over to the
door, the stranger opened it and stood back.

"Age before beauty," I said with a grin.

"Slut before stud," he responded with a laugh.

"Well, when you put it that way," I said and headed out the door.

I heard the door close and quickly looked back. No one. I guess he thought
it wouldn't be a good idea for us to come out of the bathroom together.

*****

Dad was leaning against the front of the car with his arms folded across
his chest, and mom was standing in front of him with her back toward me. As
usual, Mom was doing all the talking, and Dad was doing all the listening.

"Sorry I took so long," I said.

"I've enjoyed the chance to stretch my legs," Mom said as she turned around
to face me.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" I asked.

"JOSEPH!" my mom yelled, looking over my shoulder.

I turned and saw the stranger, who had just emerged from the restroom, stop
in his tracks. He looked over at my mom for a moment and then yelled
gleefully, "MAGGIE!"

In a few huge strides, the stranger reached my mother, threw his arms
around her, picked her up, and swung her around. My heart jumped into my
throat as I realized that I'd just sucked the cock of some guy my mother
obviously knew well.

"It looks like life has been agreeing with you all these years, Joseph," my
mother gushed.

"You don't look so bad yourself," he responded.

"Imagine running into you like this," Mom continued.

"Hello, Eddy," the stranger said, holding out his hand to Dad.

"Hello, Joseph." Dad sounded kind of tense, but he did shake the man's
hand.

"And this is Joey," Mom said.

"Hello, Joey," he said.

I must have been in a state of shock or something, because I didn't move
and couldn't utter a word.

"What's the matter with you, Joey?" Mom asked. "I'm sorry, Joseph. He's
usually much more outgoing than this. Aren't you, Joey? Come on, shake your
uncle's hand."

Uncle Joseph gave me a wink as I finally reached out and took his hand in
mine. A shot of electricity shot through my body.

"It's good to see my godson and namesake after all these years," he
grinned. "I thought you looked familiar when I saw you inside."

I continued to hold his hand as the shocks just kept piling up.

"I'm not surprised you don't recognized your uncle," Dad said, with a
slight edge in his voice. "He hasn't seen fit to visit us for more than
fifteen years."

"Now, Eddy, you know Joseph has his hands full taking care of that
ranch. He doesn't have time to be running all over the country, even if it
is to visit his baby sister and her family."

Mom gave Uncle Joseph a quick kiss on the cheek, and I finally let go of
his hand.

"Pleased to me you," I mumbled.

"You too," he said, and added a wink.

I quickly dived into the car so no one would see the new hardon that was
starting to fill my jeans. I'd just sucked my uncle's cock, and the idea
turned me on even more than sucking a stranger's cock!

Just before I put my earbuds in, I heard Dad say, "Nice boots, Joseph."
That comment had my mind jumping, and I couldn't concentrate on the music
that suddenly began to pound in my ears.

I watched in silence as the three chatted for a short time before the men
shook hands and Mom gave Uncle Joseph another quick hug. As my parents got
into the car, Uncle Joseph gave a quick wave in my direction, and I gave
him a quick wave in response.

"I had no idea Joseph was going to be at the reunion," Mom said. "You'll
like your Uncle Joseph."

"What?" I asked, taking out the earbuds.

"I said I hope you make an effort to get to know your Uncle Joseph at the
reunion," Mom said.

"He seems okay," I said nonchalantly. "We'll see."

I put the earbuds back in, but as I did so, I caught Dad looking at me in
the mirror again. This time, I swear he raised an enquiring eyebrow.

"I'm sure he will force himself to do whatever it takes to keep his mother
happy," Dad said before he put the car in gear and backed out of the
parking space.


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