It was now Sunday ten days after my father first fucked me and allowed me to do the same to him. I still couldn’t get my dad, or the sex, out of my mind almost two weeks later.
My two younger brothers, my sister, my mother, my father, and I always had Sunday lunch together whenever we could. This Sunday was no different, but this was the first time we were together after the taboo incident with my dad.
“Mark, you and your father seem to be getting along very well since you came home from college. I’m glad to see that.”
We hadn’t always had the best relationship, so I was happy about that, too. Of course, if Mom knew why we were getting along so well, I’m sure she would have had a different reaction. Looking over at my dad, what I really wanted to do was push my meal away, go over to him, kiss him, and put my tongue in his mouth. And then get down on my knees to unzip his pants and enjoy his cock for lunch. Dad never even looked up when Mom mentioned that we were getting along. I guess he was as confused and/or ashamed about what we did as I was.
I knew what we did was wrong, taboo, and probably illegal, too. The idea of a father and son loving each other sexually was…well, all of those things I guess. But man, the feeling of my father’s cock inside of me and mine inside of him was over the top. Maybe it’s the taboo part that enhances the feelings. I don’t know. But I liked it. And I wanted more of it. With him.
At the same time, I knew it was dangerous to continue with him in so many ways. If we got caught, all Hell would break loose and descend on our family.
So, I decided to take a few days off to go see Susan at her college and get back to my heterosexual life. If I could.
“Mom, Dad later today I’m gonna drive over to see Susan for a day, but I’ll be back tomorrow night. I haven’t seen her for a bit and I’m looking forward to it.”
My two younger brothers, now 18 and 19, laughed saying “I’ll bet you are” knowing what I was hoping to get when I got there.
Getting ready to leave, I kissed mom...and with a boner in my pants I kissed dad on his lips. He did not try to stop me. If mom or my siblings noticed us kissing like that, at least they never said anything. I finally took off to see Susan wishing I could kiss dad one more time. And longer. And deeper. But I couldn't. Damn. It was a 4 hour drive from mom and dad’s house, so I had some time to reflect on my new found interest in gay sex. And, yes, gay incest with my father.
So much so that the reflective thoughts made me literally take my cock out of my pants to relieve the pressure as I drove I-70E. I slid my pants down to my knees to give me more access to my cock. I pulled my cock out through my boxer shorts. I made sure not to cum all over myself, but it wasn’t easy. A few truckers passed me and a few honks told me they were able to see what I was doing. I’m guessing the CB traffic was pretty busy for a bit that day. It felt so good stroking my cock that I just didn’t care. I’m still amazed that I didn’t cream myself while driving. Damn, touching myself felt so good that day. More than usual.
About halfway there I noticed that my fuel level was getting low, so I pulled into a large Loves truck stop. The truck parking side was nearly full, but I had no problem finding a space for my SUV on the other side of the lot after filling my tank. I went in to get a soda and decided to sit at an open booth near the front door to answer a few texts and emails.
Just as I was about to head out to my vehicle, he came down the hall from the showers towards the cash register to presumably pay his bill. By he, I mean the sexiest middle-aged man I’d seen in like forever. He was just out of the shower as his long black hair was still wet and combed straight back. Tight denim blue jeans, a white-as-snow T-shirt exposing his large, tanned and very muscular biceps. Freshly shaven. Wow. Just when I’m trying to get men off my mind at least for a few days, this hunk walks by. Lord help me.
I stared like a teenage boy looking at his first Playboy magazine (back when guys still did that). I simply could not take my eyes off of him. Moreover, I didn’t want to take my eyes off of him. What an Adonis. Love at first sight.
Then…he caught me. He caught me staring at him. I could tell. I’m dead. The next thing I know he’s heading right towards me. I’m praying that he’s just heading for the door but the look on his face told me he wasn’t. He was coming to find out why this twenty-something (maybe queer guy) was staring at him. With lust. I just looked straight down at my phone hoping he would just go past me.
He didn’t.
“Is there a problem? His words had a threatening tone.
“Excuse me sir, are you talking to me?”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you sonny. You were staring at me the whole time I was paying my bill. Do you have a problem or something?”
“No, I’m sorry. Really sorry sir. You just look a lot like someone I know; my dad in fact. You’re about his age and, well, you just look similar to him. No offense meant. I’m just impressed that both he and you are in such good shape for your ages. I didn’t mean anything by staring at you, or anything I just said. You just remind me a lot of my dad. Two good-looking older men. That's all.”
It was then I noticed the gold wedding band on his finger. So he’s a married guy. I’m betting his wife is waiting for him to get home so she can enjoy this guy’s cock. Lucky her, getting banged by this hot DILF.
“No offense taken. I know I’m older, but I try to keep in good shape. I just wondered why you were staring at me. By the way, my name’s Paul. What’s yours?”
“Hi Paul, I’m Mark. Nice to meet you.”
“Who you driving for Mark? (He could tell by my silence that I didn’t understand the question.)
I mean which rig out there is yours?”
“LOL. I’d be lucky to parallel park a Hyundai let alone try to drive one of those. I’ll leave the big rigs to professionals like you. No thanks Paul. A man has to know his limitations. I’m just on my way to visit my girlfriend at college. I could never drive one of those rigs. Too complicated.”
“Oh, you might be surprised Mark. I’ve got cruise control, blind spot monitoring, adaptive speed control, all the bells and whistles…it’s not as hard as it used to be. Plus, in my sleeper compartment I’ve got a flat screen tv, a fridge, a closet…well a lot of creature comforts. I’m not saying it’s easy, but you look like a pretty smart kid who could figure it out.”
“Well, the closest I ever come to driving a truck is when I worked on a farm in my teenage years. But that was only a small grain truck and nothing like what you’re driving. I did enjoy it, but I’m not sure I’d enjoy pulling a 40 foot trailer coast to coast sleeping in different hotels every night.”
“I don’t sleep in hotels. My truck has a sleeper cab. My sleeper bed is probably more comfortable than my bed at home. Definitely better than a lot of the hotels that some guys have to stay in. I’d rather sleep in that truck than most of the places that I’ve been over the years. You’d be surprised how good sleep is in mine.”
I’ve got a few minutes. Why don’t you let me give you a quick tour and then we can both be on our way. I’ll show you the inside of my cab and you can get a look at all the creature comforts. You might want to start driving a truck someday.” We both laughed.
If this guy only knew that I had a hardon just talking to him and now he wants to invite me out to look at his cab and sleeper. Well, he’s got a wedding band on so I don’t think there’s any danger. A few minutes touring his rig won’t delay my trip that much. Except how do I get out to his truck without him seeing the bulge in the front of my pants? The bulge created by him.
The real problem is that the previous stroking I did in my car (with some truckers watching) without getting myself off is making it harder to keep my cock from leaking cum. I could probably cum in my pants without even touching myself and now I’m invited to this sexy man‘s truck.
“Okay, Paul I’ve got a few minutes. Why don’t we give it a quick look and I’ll be on my way and you can get home to your family. I’m sure your wife is looking forward to seeing you.”
As he walks a few steps ahead of me out to his truck I can’t help but notice his tight ass, strong, firm legs, and the arms that I would love to have wrapped around me. What a body. By now, Susan is a distant thought in the back of my mind. I’d follow this man anywhere right now…if I thought there was any chance of getting fucked my him.
As I climb into the passenger side of his cab, Paul helps me get into the vehicle by putting his hand on my back. As he moves away his hand glides firmly across my ass. I thought I’d lose my load right then. Fortunately, my cock was facing away from him. I jumped into the passenger seat while he went around to the driver’s side to get in. I have to admit his cab was a lot more luxurious and sophisticated than I had ever imagined a big rig cab could be. He got in and started showing me the different features. A couple of times he would put his hands on my hand or on my arm to show me something. I absolutely thought I was going to lose my load just having him touch me.
“Really nice Paul. A lot different than I expected it to be.”
“Yeah, Mark it’s pretty nice up here but the best part is back in the back with my big screen TV, my refrigerator and my bed. Why don’t you bounce back there and check it out.”
I clumsily climbed out of my seat trying to hide the bulge in my pants. I worked my way back to the sleeper area with his twin-size bed the prime focus.
It was then that he attacked me. He literally tackled me from behind, wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pushed me face down on the bed, and then rolled me over face up pinning me to the bed.
“So, college boy wants to get fucked by daddy. Right, Mark? That’s what you want. Right, Mark? That’s why you were staring at me. Right, Mark? Well, daddy Paul is here to take care of his boy. Mark is gonna get daddy dick today.
“Dammit Paul. Get off of me! You crazy motherfucker. I’m not like that. You’re going to be in a lot of trouble bud. Get off of me, let me out and I won’t say a thing. I’ve got a girlfriend Paul. Get off of me. I’m not gay Paul.”
I tried to push him off of me. I’m pretty strong myself, but his muscular arms pinned me in a way that I could not move. At all. Then he forced his tongue into my mouth. Deep into my mouth.
Damn, he’s a good kisser. I liked it a lot. But I wasn’t going to tell him. He reached down to fondle my already aching cock.
“You want me to stop Mark? I really don’t think you do. Why is your cock rock hard, Mark? And you feel kinda wet down there. Did I turn you on Mark? I think I turned you on son. Damn boy, I can tell you have a big one. Tell me again you want me to stop because I don’t believe you. Cocks don’t get that hard for nothing boy.”
I didn’t say a word. I just moved my lips up to kiss his. Now I wanted him. Badly. I didn't care if he knew I had wanted him the whole time. With both hands I pulled his denim covered ass into my crotch. I put my tongue in his mouth like he put his in mine.
“That’s what I thought Mark. You want daddy to fuck your ass. Well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do son. But first I’m going to take my cock and put it in your mouth. And you are going to do some daddy dick sucking. And then I’ll fuck your sweet boy pussy.”
“Yes, Dad. That’s what I want. I want your fat dick in my mouth and down my throat. And then I want you to fuck me like you love me. I want your cum in my boy pussy Daddy. Take me Dad. Please Dad. Take all of me.”
At that point he kissed me again before getting off of me to remove his jeans and jockeys. His body was smooth from neck to toe except for a patch of beautiful black hair around his cock and balls. His large fat cock and balls. I couldn’t wait to get it all in my mouth to please him. He straddled my face and guided his cock between my willing lips. I grabbed his ass cheeks to make sure I got all of him in me. All of his beautiful cock.
He pushed in and out of my mouth moaning the entire time. He kept telling me how good it felt. Occasionally, he would reach around to touch my dick. His balls kept flopping against my chin. I loved it. I was doing all I could to keep from shooting my cum on his ass cheeks.
I could tell he was about to cum in my mouth. I could feel the throbbing and pulsing getting stronger. I knew he was going to fill my mouth and throat with his sticky cum. I grabbed his cock and pulled it out of my mouth.
“No, Paul I want your cum in my ass. Please Paul save it for my ass.”
“Don’t worry son. You are going to get my cum in your mouth, in your throat, on your face and in your pussy too, baby.”
I loved hearing him talk about my pussy. I loved the thought and feel of his cock in my cunt. He put his fat cock back in my mouth and started face fucking me again. I loved it. It was less than a minute before he shot his juices down into my throat. I swallowed what I could and tongued the rest out onto my lips and face. Paul licked it off of my face moaning the entire time.
He continued licking and kissing me for a few minutes before he went down to get me off by sucking my very red and still very hard cock. He put his tongue into the piss slit at the end of my dick. And then he ran his tongue down both sides before putting my balls in his mouth. He was good at this. Then he went back up both sides of my cock before diving all the way down the length of my shaft to the base. He took it all. Up and down over and over until he felt my cum ready to explode. At that point he just went down and stayed there until I was finished filling his mouth. Then he took his mouth off of my cock, moved up to kiss me and filled my mouth with my own cum. The sensation and taste of swallowing my own cum was indescribable.
“Now Mark I’m ready to fuck you like I know you want to be fucked. I want you to spread your pussy like the little slut you are. Spread your legs as far as you can because daddy wants to fuck his boy.”
And that’s what I did. I opened my hole for my daddy. His cock pressed up against my pussy and then he pushed it in with one quick shove. Yes it hurt, but in the way I wanted it to hurt. I pulled his face to mine so that I could kiss him. I wanted to kiss him like I had kissed my own father. And then I grabbed his cheeks to pull his cock even further into me. I felt his strong manly legs move up against my own. I grabbed his legs and ass to feel his masculine strength controlling me. Because he was controlling me. And I loved that part, too.
As he pumped his daddy cock into my ass I put my fingers into his. He loved that. I could tell by his moans.
“Mark, what are you doing? No one has ever fingered my ass like that. God, I love the feel of your fingers in my asshole. Keep doing that son. Oh fuck that feels so good. I love you son. You know how to make daddy feel good.“
“I love you too dad. Keep fucking me daddy. It feels great. I need you dad.”
After a few more minutes of kissing and fucking we were both ready to cum again.
“Mark, let’s come together. You tell me when and we’ll shoot our loads together. “
Paul came in my ass and my cock shot cum all over his stomach. The feel of his cum in my ass and then leaking out of it is something I’ll never forget. This guy was a man's man for sure. He knew what he was doing and what I wanted him to do. What I needed him to do.
We fell into each other’s arms exhausted. We both were more than satisfied. Twice.
“Thanks Mark. You are a really good fuck son.”
“You too, Dad.”
He kissed me one more time. Long and deep. Like a lover. Like he loved me as a son. Even though we just met.
“Mark you called me dad several times while we were fucking. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. But, I have to ask you...have you and your dad ever fucked each other? I was just wondering after all the dad-son talk.”
“Paul, first of all, you called me “son” several times while we fucked. So, I could ask you the same question. Have you ever fucked your own son?” He didn't answer. But I knew.
How about we go back inside to get cleaned up with a quick shower. And then we come back here and you let me fuck your ass just like you just fucked mine. I need to know what your ass feels like Paul. After I fuck you and cum in your ass, I will tell you anything you want to know about me and my Dad. And you can tell me everything about you and your son. Deal?”
“Mark, that sounds good. Let’s go get a shower son!” Honest to god, we held hands as we walked back inside the store. At that point, we didn't care what anyone thought. The sex and the emotion between us was that good.
We tongued kissed one more time at the door and then we went inside to get cleaned up for another marvelous fuck session. Susan was going to have to wait until I had more of this sexy man’s body, cock and ass. I couldn't wait to tell him about my Dad. And I couldn't wait to hear more about Paul and his own incestuous son.
