Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 01:19:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trucking-With-Dad-Part-3 (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 what you're looking
for, here it is...

PART 3

While my dad kept on driving down the highway, I got back in the sleeper
and enjoyed the memory of the first blowjob I'd ever had from another
guy. I desperately wanted to jerk off again, since I had a raging hard-on,
but I didn't want my dad to hear what I was doing. Instead, I just took off
my pants and fell asleep with my hand inside my shorts. My hand had a firm
hold on my dick and my head was full of visions of my dad's dick fucking
another guy's ass in a rest area stall.

When I woke up the next time, it was still dark, but the truck had stopped
again. I figured Dad must have stopped for a little more rest-area action,
and that made me immediately pop a boner. I rolled over to open the sleeper
curtains but collided with something in the way. I knew what it was when my
dad growled in his sleep and raised his arm up over his head. I could tell
that his back was to me, so I slowly lowered my arm over his side and
placed my hand on his furry stomach.

I remained motionless for what seemed like forever, but he didn't move
either. I built up enough nerve to move closer to him and spoon up against
his back. I then slowly moved my hand up through the forest of hair until I
found his right nipple. I gently brushed my finger over the nipple and
could feel it getting hard. I froze though when my dad let out another
grunt.

After a long period of remaining motionless, I slid my hand back down
through the hair and onto his stomach. I paused for a second even though I
was dying to have a feel of the dick that I'd watched fuck another guy's
ass. Finally, I decided to go for it. If he caught me, I could always
pretend I was asleep and didn't know what was going on. I slowly inched my
hand down his stomach as I inched my own body in closer to his back. Just
as my hand reached the top of his shorts, Dad let out another grunt. I
froze as he lowered his arm over mine and settled in with his hand on top
of my hand. The heat from his hand made my dick go even harder, if that was
possible, and I had to work hard not to let out a groan of my own.

I couldn't risk moving my hand now, since he had it pinned under his, but I
had to do something with my rock-hard dick. Slowly, I began rocking my
hips, so my cock gently traced along the crack of his ass. Even with my
shorts and his shorts between my dick and his ass, I could feel the heat he
was giving off. He didn't move an inch, but I kept rubbing against
him. Since he wasn't waking up, I decided to press a little harder; I could
still just pretend I was asleep if he woke up.

I pressed my dick more firmly against his ass and continued to rock my hips
back and forth. Now, in addition to the heat from Dad's ass, I was building
up my own friction heat between my dick and my underwear. My breathing
started becoming more erratic, and finally, I had to hold my breath to
prevent the moans and groans that my body wanted to make.

While I continued to dry hump my dad's ass, I closed my eyes, and my head
once again was filled with visions of his dick sliding in and out of the
other guy's ass. Suddenly, my own dick entered the picture and slid up my
dad's ass. As he pulled his dick out of the other guy's ass, he shoved his
own ass back onto my eager cock. As he started fucking the guy faster, he
made me fuck him faster too. My dad's ass felt so warm around my cock, and
I was fucking him faster and faster.

At that point, my entire body tensed, and I saw my dick plunge up my dad's
ass all the way to my balls. I gritted my teeth, but a slight groan passed
my lips as the cum erupted from my cock and up my dad's ass. My muscles all
contracted several times as my cock continued to erupt load after load up
my dad's ass. Finally, my muscles relaxed, and I let out the breath that
I'd been holding for I didn't know how long.

When I opened my eyes, I saw we were still in the sleeper. I could also
feel that my cock wasn't up my dad's ass and never had been. Instead, my
cock was being bathed in my own hot cum inside my shorts. I slowly moved my
hips away from my dad, and as I did, his hand released mine as his arm
moved back up over his head. Again, I froze. After another eternity,
however, Dad rolled over from his side onto his stomach, and my arm trailed
across his back as he moved. Slowly, I lifted my arm and rolled over on my
own back.

As the hot cum started cooling in my shorts, I knew I had to clean up
somehow. Being careful not to disturb my dad, I grabbed my pants and
climbed over him. I was planning to go into the men's room to wash up, but
when I emerged from the sleeper, I saw that we hadn't stopped at a rest
area; he'd just pulled off in a layby without any facilities.

I had to clean up somehow, so I sat in the passenger seat, put down my
pants, and slowly pulled off my shorts. I couldn't get another pair without
rummaging through my bag, and it was in the sleeper with my dad. The only
thing to do was clean up the pair in my hand. I slowly brought them up to
my nose and inhaled. The smell of cum, even my own, made me pop another
boner. Then I stuck out my tongue and started licking the cum from the
crotch of my shorts. When there was no cum left in the shorts, I put them
down and started using my fingers to gather the cum from off my cock and
out of my bush. When I had a load, I lifted it to my lips and began sucking
my fingers clean.

I repeated this several times until all the cum was gone. By that point, I
was so horny that I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I grabbed my dick and
began jerking for all I was worth. I didn't care how it felt; I just wanted
to blow another load, so I could have more to eat. I was pounding hard, and
my balls were slapping against my thighs. I was even grunting out loud. I
didn't care if my dad heard or not now; I just wanted that cum. Suddenly my
muscles tensed, and I started jerking even faster than before. More cum
erupted out of my dick and shot all over my waiting stomach. I continued to
pull on my cock as more cum oozed out onto my fist. I finally exhaled as my
muscles relaxed and I knew there was no more cum to be had.

The sun was starting up, so I figured I might as well go ahead and have my
protein breakfast. I raised my hand and licked it clean of the cum that had
been oozing out over it. Then I started gathering up the cum from my
stomach and eating that too. I savored the last drop, since I new it had to
last for a while.

Now that I'd had my breakfast, it was time for my morning piss too, so I
rolled down the window to try to get the smell of cum out of the truck,
pulled on my "clean" shorts and pants, and climbed out of the truck.

Since we weren't at a rest area, there wasn't anywhere to go, so I just
walked back a little beside the truck to make sure I was blocked from view
from both directions. I took my dick out and waited, and waited, and
waited. I guess I didn't have to go as bad as I thought. Or maybe my dick
thought I was just going to start jerking on it again! Anyway, it finally
relaxed, and I let loose a hard stream of piss onto a tire just as the door
opened and Dad climbed out of the truck.

He hadn't bothered to put on any pants; he just climbed out in his shorts
and walked over to stand beside me.

"Looks like we had the same idea," he said as he pulled down the front of
his shorts and released his semi-hard cock.

"What?" I said, surprised. My piss stopped immediately.

"Emptying the bladder before we get back on the road and have it bounced
all around."

"Yeah, I tried not to wake you," I said as my piss started miraculously to
flow again.

"You didn't wake me; this did," he grinned as he looked down at his own
stream of piss mingling with my piss on the tire and the ground. "I sleep
sound as a log until this alarm-clock tells me it's time to take a piss and
get driving again. A bomb could go off, and unless I was ready for a piss,
I'd sleep through it."

"Me too," I lied, trying not to look at his cock. I quickly shook off the
last drops of piss from my own cock and shoved it back in my pants before
he could notice that it was starting to get hard.

As I climbed back into the truck, I glanced over and saw Dad shaking the
last drops of piss off his dick. Or was he just shaking it? I closed the
door and sat back in the seat. Slowly, I leaned forward to look in the side
mirror. Dad was still standing there with his cock in his hand, and he
definitely wasn't just shaking off the piss. I was watching my dad jerk
off!

He had tilted his head back and thrust his hips forward. As I continued to
watch, he slowly gained speed as his hand moved up and down the length of
his cock. He licked his lips, and then I saw him bring his other hand down
to pull his balls out of his shorts. As he continued to jerk with one hand,
he started rolling his balls around in the other hand and pulling on
them. Then, he released his balls and brought his hand up to pinch his
nipple. He must have twisted it hard, because he had a brief expression of
pain float across his face before being replaced with a look of ecstasy.

He continued to twist his nipple as his other hand flew up and down the
shaft of his cock. Suddenly, his hips began to thrust into his fist as
well. Faster and faster. He was fucking his hand like he was out of
control. With one huge thrust, cum erupted from his dick and flew onto the
piss-soaked tire. He continued pulling on his cock and thrusting his hips
in an occasional spasm.

As he slowed his hand to a stop, he started rolling his head around, and I
ducked back, so he couldn't see me in the mirror. When I thought it was
safe, I slowly leaned forward to look in the mirror again. I was just in
time to see him wipe the last of the cum off his dick. I figured he would
just flick it onto the ground, so I was stunned when he lifted the fingers
to his mouth and sucked them clean. I leaned back in my seat and tried to
compose myself. The rock-hard dick in my pants didn't help!

I jumped slightly when Dad opened the door and started climbing into the
truck. Then I started to move into the sleeper.

"No, stay where you are," he said. "You can have the sleeper to yourself
after I get dressed."

"Oh, okay."

"Sorry I took so long."

"No problem, when you gotta go, you gotta go."

I barely got those words out before he climbed into the truck and over my
seat. I took a deep breath as his crotch passed in front of my face.

"That's true," he said. "Now you sit tight, and as soon as I'm dressed,
we'll be off again.

"Take your time."

Dad disappeared into the sleeper, and I couldn't keep myself from rubbing
my dick through my pants.

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