Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 04:33:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trucking-With-Dad-Part-1 (gay/incest)

This is fiction. Don't read it if you're not old enough, if m/m stories
offend you, or if you don't want to know about a grown son getting to know
his father in every way. On the other hand, if that's not what you're
looking for, what are you doing here in the first place? And if that is
what you're looking for, here it is.

PART 1

I didn't have anything else to do over the winter break, but when my dad
suggested that I ride along with him in his truck for a couple weeks, I
wasn't so sure that was how I wanted to spend the time. However, my mother
said she'd be glad to have me out from under foot and that it would give me
a chance to spend time with my dad. I'd just turned eighteen a month
earlier, and in less than a year, I'd be heading off to college. Well, I
figured it would beat sitting around the house and playing computer games,
so I agreed to go.

After the first day, I was pretty sure I'd made a big mistake. He listened
to the radio for the entire time and hardly spoke a word. When it started
to get dark, I asked when we'd be stopping at a motel, and he just laughed.

"We won't be stopping at no motels on this trip, son," he said. "If you're
tired, climb on back in the sleeper and close the curtains. It'll be some
time before we're ready to stop."

He might not have been tired, but I sure was. I climbed in the sleeper like
he said, closed the curtain, and was dead to the world.

I don't know how much later it was when I woke up, but I noticed that the
truck wasn't moving. I felt around, but my dad hadn't joined me in the
sleeper. Finally, I found a light switch and flipped it on. Nothing. I
opened the curtains, and he wasn't there either. However, I did see that
we'd stopped at a rest area. I figured Dad must have needed a piss, and
judging from the piss hard-on I had, I figured I could use one too.

I jumped out of the cab and walked toward the restrooms. On the way, my
dick softened up a bit, so I could walk a little more comfortably and not
be quite so obvious. There were a couple of other trucks in the parking lot
and one car, but there weren't any lights on in any of them.

I had a quick drink at the water fountain and then pushed open the door to
the men's room. It squeaked a bit, but I'm not surprised that no one
noticed because I could hardly hear it over the moaning that was going on.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, man. Oh, god, harder! Yes, yes, yes! Harder!

I could see two pairs of boots under the stall next to the urinals. Both
were facing toward the back of the stall, and they were rocking in
unison. Then I noticed a hole in the stall wall right next to the urinal. I
walked as quietly as I could up to the hole, leaned over, and looked
through.

Right in front of the hole was a rock-hard dick being jerked quickly by its
owner. On his hips was a pair of hands holding him as steady as possible,
and behind him, with his pants around his knees was another guy pounding
his hard cock up the first guy's ass. Suddenly, the man doing the fucking
slowed the pounding to an almost snail-like pace of inching his dick out
and then slowly pushing it back in.

"Oh, god, that feels good, man, but I need it hard. Fuck me harder!"

The guy quickly obliged and started pounding his dick up the guy's ass
again.

It was the first time I'd ever seen one guy fuck another, and I couldn't
take my eyes off it.

"Oh, man, I'm cumming," the guy said as he picked up the pace on his own
cock and pounded away. In no time at all, he started shooting jet after jet
of hot cum into the toilet below him. Finally, he stopped shooting and
placed his hand against the wall for support as the other guy kept fucking
his ass.

"Hurry up, man, I gotta get back on the road."

"Don't worry, I'm about there," the guy said, as he increased the pace.

Suddenly, with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and grunts filling the
air, it dawned on me that the guy doing the fucking was my dad. There was
no mistaking that voice, and I froze. If he caught me here, I'd be dead. I
began slowly backing toward the door, and just as I started to open it, my
dad yelled, "Here it cums! Fuck! Take it all!"

I slowly closed the door, and the little sound it made was covered up by my
dad's grunts and groans. The last thing I heard was him screaming,
"Oh!!!!!!"

I walked back out to the parking area, counted to ten, and then started
back toward the restroom. I bent over the drinking fountain just as the
restroom door opened and a guy walked out. Judging from the way he was
walking, it was definitely the guy who'd just been fucked by my dad. He
headed off toward where the trucks were parked, and I headed on to the
restroom.

Just as I reached for the handle, the door opened, and my father almost ran
into me.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I just woke up and needed to take a leak," I said.

"Well, don't be too long," he said. "We've got to get back on the road."

"Okay."

I watched for a second as he walked toward the trucks. He adjusted his
package and waived at the other trucker who was just pulling out of the
parking lot.

Too stunned to think any more, I opened the door and went on into the
restroom.


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