Dad continued to hold me as we stood there, both accepting the reality of what had just happened. My dad, the man I looked up to and idolized more than anyone in the world, had just fucked me. I had embarked on this trip because a part of me wanted to relive the excitement of my first road trip with Dad in his truck. Instead, I had been trapped into a new world of gay sex, as a bottom to the two truckers, whored out to a line of truckers in the shower, and ultimately fucked by the man that I most admired. This was not how I expected this trip to go!
But as Dad held me, I realized that I wasn’t freaking out. It felt good to be held by Dad after what my body had just endured, to be comforted by arms belonging to the man who loved me and wanted the best for me, after being used by strangers to get off. I hugged Dad tighter, realizing I was thankful he was there, and even ok with the idea that his load was in my ass. Dad hugged me back, then pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes.
“You ok, buddy?” he asked, love and concern, and a little guilt, plastered all over this face.
“Yeah, Dad, I’m good,” I smiled back at him. A curious look came over his face as we stared into each other’s eyes. It’s as if we were finally knowing each other fully. I realized, standing naked with my naked Dad, being held in his arms with his load dripping from my ass, that I had nothing hidden from him, and he had nothing hidden from me, and yet he still loved me. It only seemed natural, then, when our faces met in a kiss.
“Holy fuck!” I heard Vince say, his voice bringing me back to reality as I pulled back from kissing Dad. “That’s the fuckin’ sexiest thing I’ve ever seen! Daddy fucking his boy and then them kissing! Hot DAMN! I’ll be jerking to that memory for years to come!” Dad and I pulled apart, the moment broken. The look on his face, however, told me it would not be the last time that the two of us were intimate together.
Todd walked back into the shower. “Time to get you cleaned up and back on the road!” he announced, moving to usher me into the shower.
Dad stepped forward, blocking Todd from getting to me, saying, “Hang on a second. What makes you think he’s going any further with you?”
Todd frowned, anger flashing in his eyes, as he said, “He’s going with us for two reasons: first, we picked him up and invested the time to make him our slut for this trip. Second, he agreed to ride with us and spread his legs. He’s ours for this trip!” It was really strange to hear them talking about me as if I was property. I noticed they weren’t asking my opinion about this, they were just talking for me. Dad wasn’t impressed with Todd’s argument.
“Look here, asshole,” Dad began, “he’s my son, and I’m looking out for him. I’m not going to let him go and let you guys just do who knows what else to him on this trip!” Turning to me, he said, “Carter, you can come with me.” At this point, I spoke up: “Dad, what is the one thing that you’ve always taught me? The one thing that was a hard and fast rule in our family?”
Dad replied with, “Always tell the truth, and always keep your word.”
“Exactly!” I said. “And I told these guys that I would willingly go with them on this trip. I have to be a man of my word. I’ll be fine, but I’m going with them.” I think Dad was surprised by my decision, but he backed down. It’s hard to tell your son to violate a rule that you’ve spent his entire life teaching him. His face showed a sense of concern for my safety, but also pride that I was a person of integrity, a person who kept my word. It was a strange phenomenon, to admit to my Dad that I promised my ass to these two tops, and I was going to keep that promise.
Todd, for his part, decided to be a douche. The shit-eating grin that he shot at my Dad as he put his arm around my shoulder and walked me into the shower almost earned him a right-hook. In fact, were it not for the fact that I was there and had made my intentions clear, Dad may have in fact punched him. I saw the look of rage cross over Dad’s face. If I were Todd, I wouldn’t find myself alone with Dad anytime soon!
Vince realized the volatility of the situation, and he set about calming Dad down. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him, and we’ll let you know when we get back to Georgia and you can pick him up.” “Ok,” Dad said sadly, beginning to collect his clothes and move out of the shower.
Todd had brought an enema bulb into the shower with us, and he helped me get clean both inside and out. The water flushed most of the cum out of my ass that had just been deposited there. “We don’t want that leaking out all over our nice clean truck!” he laughed as the cummy water flowed down my legs and down the drain. This trip had allowed me many first, but the experience of another man cleaning out my ass was one of the most humiliating moments of my life. Worse, I could see Vince standing there watching. If I had anything in life to ever feel shame about after this trip, I couldn’t imagine what it would be! Once my ass was clean, the three of us showered together, cleaning up and getting ready for the next leg of the journey.
Once we were all clean and dressed, we left the shower area and headed back out through the store. Todd, Vince, and I stocked up on some snacks and drinks for the road. Once the purchases were made, we walked out of the store and toward the truck. Dad was standing just outside the store, waiting for us.
“Carter, are you sure about this?” Dad asked, and without waiting for a response, continued with, “Because you can come with me right now, your promise to them be damned.” “I’m sure,” I said, hesitating slightly. It was tempting to go with him, to know I was safe, and not have to endure the fuckings that I knew were in my future. But I had made a promise. And secretly, not ready to admit it to anyone else, I liked what had happened to me. And that scared the shit out of me, but also excited me more that I would admit. I really did want to go with Todd and Vince.
Dad let me go after giving me one more hug. Todd and Vince both grabbed an arm then, and marched me toward the truck. It was Todd’s turn to drive, so I climbed up into the cab on the passenger’s side, followed by Vince. “Get back on the bed, and get naked!” Vince commanded, so I continued into the back, with Vince right behind me. I quickly stripped, then laid down as he also stripped and joined me. “First we sleep, then you give me some more ass!” Vince declared as he lay on his side and pulled my back against his chest. His soft meaty cock was nestled in my crack, ready to waken and fuck once again after we recharged.
As the truck rumbled to life, and Todd prepared to pull us out of the parking lot, I snuggled back into Vince’s arms. Warmed by his body head, exhausted from the gang-bang, and lulled by the eventual rhythm of the road, I drifted off to sleep as we left the truck-stop.
An intense sudden pressure and sharp pain from my ass served to wake me up sometime later. I could see from the cab of the truck that the sun was beginning to rise as we traveled along, so we must have slept a good number of hours, and Todd had driven through the night. Vince had decided to wake me up with a good morning fuck. He apparently had lubed up his cock, and then shoved it all the way into my ass in one shove, startling me awake. “UHHNG!” I grunted as his cock buried balls deep in my hole.
“There’s that tight pussy!” He growled in my ear as he ground his cock around in my ass, holding all the way inside me as he made subtle movements with cock. The combined effect of the butt plugs and the numerous cocks I’d taken over the past 24 hours made his entry easy, even if my ass did clamp down once he was inside. “Just breathe, and you’ll relax,” he said in my ear. I let out the breath that I was holding, concentrated on breathing, and my ass in fact did relax!
Feeling me relaxing for him, Vince rolled over onto me, moving me onto my stomach as he lay on my back, his cock remaining lodged up my hole. Once settled, he began an all-out assault on my hole, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, very quickly speeding up until he was pounding me harder than I’d been fucked up until that point. I realized that the way he fucked me yesterday, he had been holding back. Now that I had fully submitted to them, and he'd watched me take multiple cocks, he gave me everything!
“Oh, fuck! UMPHH! Shit!!” I yelled as he hammered my hole. I’m pretty sure his was the biggest cock I’d taken, and this was a hell of a way to be woken from a deep sleep!
“Yeah, bitch!” he growled in my ear, “take Daddy’s cock. Yell and shout and tell me how much you love me fucking your pussy!”
Fuck! His verbal assault got me hotter than his cock hitting my prostate. Calling himself Daddy reminded me of what had happened the night before, and suddenly I was loving what he was doing. I loved feeling his big hairy body laying on my muscled back! I loved the power he was showing pounding down into my hole. I loved the way my now hard cock was being rubbed on the sheets below me as he fucked into me. It was like I was being jacked off from the inside and the outside, and the mind fuck he was giving me with his words amped up the lust in my brain. All too quickly, I felt my cum rising and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“OH shit, fuck, ARGGHHH!” I yelled as I spilled my nut all over the bed below me. Vince kept fucking me through it, not slowing down at all as my ass gripped and massaged his cock through my orgasm. It only added to the intensity of my own climax. He wasn’t fucking me to get me off, he was fucking for himself. My orgasm was just a by-product of what he was there for: his own nut.
After I nutted, Vince moved back onto his knees and pulled me up onto my hands and knees, again keeping his massive cock buried in my hole. Placing his hand on my back, he pressed my shoulders back down to the bed, then grabbed my hips and began a forceful fuck that knocked the breath out of me! With me on my knees, he alternated between two positions. The first had him keeping me face down, ass up, using my hips as leverage as he pounded my hole. Then he would move to the second position, reaching and grabbing my shoulders, pulling me up to a kneeling position and using my shoulders to pull me back onto his cock. Then he would slam my torso back down, grab my hips, and fuck some more.
At some point in the more than 20 minutes that he alternated his fucking position in that way, I realized that my cock had never gone soft from my ejaculation, and that I was slowly cresting toward another orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I was this turned on, being treated like such a slut. Vince was a master at using his cock, alternating thrusts and angles to open me up fully but also to provide intense, incredible pleasure to me. Yesterday, I was a straight college jock looking to ride across the country and see the sites. Right now, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than dangling from Vince’s cock. I heard my cries and whimpers and groans, heard my voice an octave higher than ever. I sounded like the girls I’d fucked, and I didn’t care! I didn’t ever want him to take it out! I’d be his slut anywhere and everywhere he wanted!
Sensing that I was near another orgasm, Vince did finally pull out. Grabbing my legs, he flipped me over effortlessly so that I was on my back. Grabbing my legs, he wish-boned them out, spreading me open, and then he aimed and thrust his meaty cock back in me, once again knocking the wind out of my lungs. Holding still, he placed my legs on his shoulders, then leaned down over me, bending me in half. His big body covered and overpowered mine, his face right above mine, as he said, “I love to watch my bitches’ faces when my cock makes them nut! You gonna cum for me?” “Yes, Sir!” I agreed breathlessly, his cock rubbing against my prostate, stimulating me more and more. He resumed his intense fucking, and within a minute, I crested over the edge of orgasm and shot my second load of the morning, some spraying his chest above me, the rest landing on my stomach.
“Yeah, that pussy feels good pulsating on my cock!” Vince said as he kept fucking, looking intently in my eyes. “The only thing better than watching a bitch come while I fuck her is watching her face when I plant my seed up her pussy! You ready for this load, bitch?” I nodded, watching his face contort in pleasure as his thrusts increased and became more sporadic, until a few seconds later he thrust in all the way, hard, and held still, yelling “FUCK!” as I felt his cock spasm in my ass, a wet warmth filling me. He had cum in my hole. And he was right, it was different having the man fucking you watch your face, and look in your eyes, as he filled you with his seed. I felt so inferior, so submitted to this powerful man as he fucked his cum into me.
Vince collapsed down on me, my legs sliding off his shoulders and down his body, finally wrapping around his waist, holding him in me. His breathing slowed as we both coasted down from the high of our sex. I wrapped my arms around him too, holding him, silently thanking him for the incredible fuck he gave me. I realized I loved being here, underneath a big man, his still hard cock lodged up my hole, his cum soaking into my body. I was made to take cock, and I couldn’t believe I didn’t know that until this trip!
My thoughts were interrupted by Todd, saying from the front seat, “That sounded hot, but it smells like cum in here now!”
We all chuckled at that. I heard the truck slowing down as Todd prepared to exit the interstate and stop for breakfast. We stopped at a truck stop somewhere in west Texas that had a diner attached. Vince and I showered first, washing the cum off before we ate. After breakfast, we made our way back to the truck, and it was time for them to switch driving responsibilities. Not yet ready for sleep, Todd opted for the passenger seat.
Looking at me as we climbed in, however, Todd said, “Climb in the back and get naked.” I obeyed, and once out of my clothes, he invited me back up to the front. When I stepped up there, I realized that he had dropped his pants and was seated on the passenger seat naked from the waist down. “I’m ready for some head!” he said. As we pulled out of the truck stop and back onto the interstate, I was on my knees in front of Todd, sucking his cock to life.
I spent the next thirty minutes on my knees, naked, Todd’s cock in my mouth. At times, he would let me control the blowjob. Other times, his hands were on my head, holding his cock in my throat or face-fucking me. Occasionally, he would take my mouth off of his cock, commanding me to lick his balls. I was on my knees, my mouth being used to give him pleasure. Finally, after I’d milked his cock with my mouth for a long time, Todd reached down and pulled me up. He spun me around, and pulled me to sit down on his cock. My saliva on his cock, plus Vince’s cum from our last fucking, served as lube that let me sit and sink very quickly down on his cock. I was naked, looking out the front window, sitting in the lap and on the cock of a muscled up trucker as his partner drove us west on the interstate, the Texas landscape flying by.
Todd wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back against his chest, his mouth at my ear as he said, “I like my loads going up your pussy, not wasted down your throat. We’re gonna try and get you pregnant on this trip, sweetheart!” He bounced me on his lap, thrusting for another minute or so, before shooting his load up my ass. He then grabbed me and held me back against him against, coasting down from the high of his orgasm. Vince moved into the left lane in order to pass another truck. We pulled up beside the other truck as the driver looked over to wave. The shock of seeing me naked, sitting in Todd’s lap registered on his face, before his face broke out in a sneering grin and he pulled the cord to honk his horn, waving as we moved on past. Once again, I felt the intense humiliation of being exposed as a slut at the hands of these two sadistic fuckers. Or, more correctly said, I only thought I was humiliated. As we passed, I heard the cackle of the CB radio coming to life, as the trucker we had just passed tried to communicate.
“Breaker, to the red freightliner, anyone there?”
Vince answered. The trucker wanted to know where we were headed, when we would stop again, and if Todd and Vince were sharing. He was careful not to reveal too much, but it was clear he was asking if he could have a turn at my ass! Vince told him where we were going, and as it turned out, he was headed in the same direction for a while. They made a plan to stop at a rest area they both knew ahead, and Vince told him it would cost $50 for thirty minutes. I turned my head to look at Vince sharply as he said that! He was offering to sell my ass? It was one thing for me to submit to the two guys fucking me. It was something entirely different for them to take on the role of my pimp, selling me for sex.
Once they came to an agreement, Vince turned to me and said, “Calm down!”
“Calm down?!?” I angrily replied. “You just offered to sell my ass! I’m not a prostitute!”
“Calm down!” he repeated, more assertively. “Every trucker who fucked you last night paid for that right, including your Daddy! Plus, you sound pretty stupid acting upset about me pimping you out while you’re sitting naked in Todd’s lap, his cock still buried balls deep in your pussy! So spare me the indignation, and just enjoy the experience!” I didn’t have an answer to that, so I shut up, still seething inside. The agreed upon stop was still several hours away. But before we got there, I could feel Todd’s still hard cock beginning to move in me again. I wondered if I would ever have another day without hard cock buried in my hole. He began bouncing me up and down, our fuck rhythm matching the rhythm of the road. “Riding bitch” had taken on a whole new meaning for me over the past day!
To be continued…
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