My dad the truck driver

Over the recent years there has been in tremendous focus on abuse and incest and not least the harm this can inflict on people - and rightfully so but at one point I realized that what I experienced in my youth actually fell under this category and that I should probably feel traumatized, if the parameters for abuse were anything to go by. But the problem was that I don’t feel traumatized - I’ve never had problems with alcohol or drugs, I have been in a steady relationship for 30+ years now and have a large network of people from all walks of life. So what is wrong with me since I don’t show any signs of trauma from abuse? Perhaps a more nuanced view on what and when something should be branded abuse could help. At least by now I have learned and accepted that what for one person is a traumatic and life-changing event, for another person this is just fun - providing it is done with mutual respect and consideration.

Anyway - I’ll tell you my story and let you decide what you think.

I was an only child growing up in rural Denmark in the 70’ies. My father was a truck driver and rarely home and my mother was working as a home nurse in the area where we lived.

In 1978 I was 12 years old and had hit puberty some years earlier so sex and nakedness had become very interesting subject for me. Back then, when porn was something a 12 year old didn’t have easy access to and with the internet decades into the future, there was precious little I could do to broaden my experience. I did know, however, that my main focus was grown men and their bulges - which only goes to support that you realize your sexual preferences from a very early age.
As mentioned earlier my father was a very rare visitor to our household - he was driving long hauls down through Europe and also had frequent trips through the Iron curtain into Eastern Europe. It was good money but we didn’t get to see him home a lot.

That summer, my mother suggested I went with him on one of his trips through Europe - I guess, to allow me to get to know him better but also to form some kind of bond which was largely missing due to absence.

My first reaction was hesitance … I didn’t feel that I knew my father well enough to be able to spend weeks alone with him on the road. I felt like I was going away with a stranger. But soon I realized that it meant a lot to my mother and my father seemed like a great guy so I put on a happy face and agreed.

The first week of July my father came home from a long haul into Ukraine and the plan was that he would be leaving a week later for a trip to Naples in Italy which would take us all the way down through Europe. I was beginning to really warming to the idea and the few days I got to spend with my father at home before we took off made my last reservations go away.

My father was about 6’2” in height with a slight but toned body - I guess he got his muscles from hard work loading and unloading trucks. Like me he had blond hair but where my eyes are a light green his are blue.

In the week between his arrival from Ukraine until we were leaving for italy, he really made an effort to make me look forward to the trip so when we boarded his big truck that Monday morning and took off, it was in high spirits. My mother was over the moon - and so was I quite frankly.

The first part of the journey took us to a cargo terminal close to Copenhagen to get the load we should be taking to Italy and right after lunch we started the long journey to Naples.

My father’s truck was a big Scania with a sleeping compartment behind the seats. The compartment was meant for one person - the driver - and consisted of a mattress about 1 meter wide (a little over 3 feet) with a quilt (as it was summer), a pillow and a small reading lamp. I soon realized that I would have to share the bunk with my father but at this point I didn’t really mind.

By the end of the day we had reached the central part of Germany and dad pulled into a rest area where there was a cafeteria, a gas station and also shower facilities for truck drivers. You basically went into the gas station and paid a few D-Marks (this was way before Euros), got handed a key and went to the shower area. The key gave you access to one of the shower stalls where there were a shelf for your clothes high up on the wall away from the spray from the shower, and then the shower itself.

Dad gathered our toiletries from the truck, including clean underwear etc., and we headed off to the shower.

Inside the shower stall we started to undress and initially I was a little shy - this was the first time I would see my father naked and he me for that matter.

When dad dropped his underpants and stood before me completely naked I was becoming more than a little aroused. He had just a small tuft of hair on his chest between his pecs but was otherwise smooth apart from another small patch of hair just above the shaft of his dick. His dick was thick and about 5-6 inches in its flaccid state with a big, fat cockhead hidden under his foreskin. It rested on a large, fat ball sack that seemed to contain two chicken egg sized balls.

‘Don’t be shy - get naked son’ he smiled at me.

I quickly removed my underpants and tried, all I could, to hide my growing erection from my dad. He didn’t seem to notice but got under the shower and started to soap up - I waited just outside the spray of water for my turn.

I watched him clean himself thoroughly all over his body and it was clear that his cock started to grow - when he was done it had lengthened considerably and also gotten even fatter. I could see his cockhead peaking out from the foreskin.
When he was done we swapped and I turned my back to him and started cleaning myself all over like he had.

When I turned off the water he handed me my towel and I quickly dried off and together we went back to the truck.

‘It’s been a long day - what do you say we turn in and get a good night sleep’ dad asked.

‘Fine by me - I’m pretty beat myself’ I replied.

Dad stripped to his briefs and climbed up onto the bunk where he held open the quilt waiting for me to join him. I had stripped to my briefs as well and soon dad and I lay next to each other in the darkness. I could feel his body next to mine and tried to relax - I had never slept so close to somebody else before in my life and I realised, with horror, that I was becoming aroused.

Dad made some small talk about where we were heading the next day and I just listened and made relevant remarks here and there. Before long it became quiet and I thought dad had fallen asleep but then I became aware that his breathing started to become more ragged and there was a slight movement under the quilt.
‘Do you ever masturbate son’ he suddenly asked slightly out of breath in the dark.
I completely froze but managed to whisper a slight ‘yes - sometimes’.

‘Good - you see, when I’m on the road alone for so long I have to take care of myself and  usually masturbate to take the pressure off once in a while and since it is only you and me I don’t see why we cannot do that together’ he quietly said while reaching for the reading lamp that soon lit up the bunk in a soft light.

Dad pushed the quilt down and I saw that he already had his briefs down around his thighs and that his cock was standing up straight - and it was BIG!!

Being a 12 your old boy I guess all grown up cocks would look big but it actually was. It was about 8-9 inches and fat with a large, shiny cockhead and completely straight with a vein snaking along the length of it.

‘Don’t be shy son - pull it out and join me. I know boys at your age are horny all the time’ he whispered while grabbing hold of his fat tool and started slowly stroking it while looking over at me.

I was still in shock but also becoming aroused. I was lying next to my father watching him masturbate and even though it turned me on I also knew it was wrong. But then again I had never been close to my father, so to me he was just a hot, friendly man - I didn’t harbour the same feeling towards my father as I did towards my mother. It is difficult to explain but I guess it came out of him being so absent during my upbringing.

Soon the hormones of a 12 year old took over and I pushed my briefs down letting my boycock slap up against my tummy before I grabbed it and slowly started to stroke.

I hadn’t been completely honest with me dad: up until then I never had an orgasm - I didn’t know how to do that. I had been playing with my cock but when I got a funny feeling inside starting to build up I stopped afraid what was about to happen.
So we lay there side by side me immitiating dad’s movements. Suddenly he reached inside a small cabinet behind our heads and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He poured some into the palm of his hand and continued to stroke his cock.

‘Wanna try this’ he whispered in a course voice and then he did something unexpected - he gently pushed my hand away from my cock and took it in his wet warm hands and started to stroke. Slow, firm strokes that send shivers down my body and I just lay there with my eyes closed completely lost in the feeling of my dad stroking my dick.

Suddenly I felt the familiar sensation building and I tried to push dad’s hand away.
‘Let it go son - it’s ok. You can cum for dad’ he whispered and before I could stop him the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt washed over me. It was like the world around me zoomed out for a moment and I felt wave after wave of pure pleasure flooding through my teenage body.

Right after my cock became over-sensitive and I pushed dad’s hand away but lay back completely spend.

‘I’ve never tried that before’ I whispered.

‘You’ve never cum before?!?’ my dad asked incredulous ‘but haven’t you masturbated before?’.

‘Yes - but when I reached that point I stopped as I was afraid what was about to happen’ I admitted.

‘Jeez son … you and I have a long way ahead of us but now we know how to spend the evenings. I’ll teach you a thing or two that will make you feel really good’ he said and with that he resumed playing with his own cock.

‘Can I try that on you’ I asked slightly shy.

‘Sure - grab the lotion and try my cock’ he said looking at me with shining eyes.
I poured a nice amount of lotion into the palm of my hand and then took hold of dad’s cock. It felt hard and warm and pulsing between my fingers and I sat up and slowly began to stroke him in the way he stroked me.

‘Touch my nuts’ he whispered and I started caressing his big balls with my free hand.
‘Ohh … fuck … that feels fantastic … you are so good at this’ he whispered and I felt him moving his hips in unison with my hand movements.

‘OHHH … DAMN … I’M CUMMING’ he suddenly exclaimed and with that thick, white globs of cum started spurting out of his massive cockhead hitting him on his chest and his face.

I continued to stroke his cock until he closed his hand around mine ‘stop son … I’m spend and get super sensitive right after cumming like yourself’.

Afterwards we had a long chat about what had just happened - he wanted to make sure that I was okay with the whole thing and he made it very clear that it was up to me if I wanted to do it again or put it behind us as a one time event. At this point I felt like a whole new world had started to reveal itself to me and the last thing I wanted was for this to stop. Experimenting with myself together with my dad seemed like the most fantastic thing in the world - I felt totally safe with him and had the clear impression that he would look after me and make sure that whatever we did together nothing would be harmful or unpleasant. And he also spend quite some time explaining that we had to keep it a total secret for everyone - not least my mother as this had the potential to land him in prison.

Later we fell asleep with my father spooning me.

The trip through Europe took a whole new turn after that night and I’ll submit chapters about this soon.