Dad didn’t say anything at dinner. Mom was still at her sister’s. The house felt too quiet. I kept waiting for him to call me to the garage again, but he just sat on the couch drinking beer and watching some soccer highlight reel with the volume low. Every time I walked past, his eyes followed me for a second too long.
Around eleven he stood up, grabbed his keys, and looked straight at me.
“Get in the truck.”
That was all. I followed him out to the driveway. The night air was still hot and sticky. He didn’t speak while we drove. The windows were down. His thick forearm rested on the door, fingers tapping the wheel. The smell of him — soap from an earlier shower mixed with the faint leftover grease from the garage and recent sweat— filled the cab.
We left the neighborhood and kept going. Past the closed shops. Past the last streetlights. Into the industrial edge of town where the roads got darker and the buildings looked abandoned.
Then I saw the cars.
A few of them parked along the chain-link fence of an empty lot. Women standing near the headlights. Some in short skirts. Some in tight tops that barely held anything. Waiting.
Dad slowed the truck and rolled into the lot like he belonged there. He parked facing the open stretch of asphalt, engine still running, and killed the headlights. The only light came from the distant streetlamps and the occasional glow of a phone screen.
He reached down, unzipped, and pulled his cock out without looking at me. It was already half-hard.
“Get over here and put it in your mouth.”
My pulse jumped. I hesitated for half a second.
“Now, David.”
I shifted across the bench seat and leaned down. The second my lips closed around the thick head he let out a low breath and rested one heavy hand on the back of my neck.
“That’s it. Stay down and keep it wet. Don’t make me tell you twice. You’re filling the position your mother left vacant. You are saving your parents marriage, you should be proud of yourself.”
I started sucking him slowly, the heavy weight of him filling my mouth. He was still looking out the windshield.
A woman in a tight black dress walked toward the truck, heels clicking on the asphalt. She leaned toward the open driver’s window, smiling in that practiced way.
“Looking for company tonight, daddy?”
Dad’s hand stayed on my head, keeping me in place while he answered her like I wasn’t even there.
“Maybe. Turn around. Let me see the fat ass.”
She laughed softly and turned, arching her back so the short dress rode up. Dad’s eyes moved over her slowly while I kept working his cock with my mouth, occasionally glancing.
“Decent,” he muttered. “But I’ve seen tighter. How much for the whole night?”
She named a price. Dad snorted.
“Too high. I’ve got better at home that doesn’t charge.” His fingers tightened in my hair and pushed me to show my face to the prostitute before making me gag around him.
“This one here doesn’t talk back and takes it however I give it. And the best part… it’s free.”
The woman peered into the cab, saw me with my face in his lap, and raised an eyebrow. Dad didn’t even flinch.
“Mind your business whore,” he told her flatly. “Unless you’re dropping the price I’m not interested.”
She muttered something and walked off. Dad’s attention stayed on the lot.
“Look at these whores,” he said, voice low and rough while I sucked him. “Standing out here all night spreading their legs for strangers. Most of them have been fucked so many times their cunts are just loose holes. You can tell by how they walk.”
He guided my head with steady pressure, forcing me to take more of him. Spit ran down his shaft and over my chin.
Another woman approached — thicker, older, with heavy tits barely held by a cheap top. She leaned on the door frame.
“You looking to play, baby?”
Dad looked her over slowly, still keeping my face buried in his lap.
“Show me the tits.”
She pulled the top down without hesitation. Dad made a low sound of appraisal.
“Heavy. Used. Bet that cunt’s been stretched by half the truckers in the state.” His hips shifted, pushing deeper into my throat. “I’ve got tighter right here. Doesn’t cost me a fucking dime and stays quiet when I use it.”
He pushed my head all the way down until my nose pressed into the thick hair at the base of his cock and held me there while he kept talking to her.
“Move along. I’m already taken care of.”
She left. Dad finally let me up for air. I gasped, spit stringing from my lips to his cock. He didn’t give me more than a few seconds before guiding me back down.
“Keep sucking. I didn’t say stop.”
I took him into my mouth again. He settled deeper into the seat, one hand locked in my hair, the other resting on the wheel while he watched the lot like it was entertainment.
“You see that one by the fence?” he muttered. “Skinny little thing in the red skirt. Probably still thinks she’s got something special between her legs. Give her six months and she’ll be taking loads in both holes for fifty bucks and a cigarette.”
His cock throbbed against my tongue. He pushed me deeper again, making me choke.
“That’s what happens to used-up pussy. It ends up out here. Lucky for me I don’t need any of it anymore.” His fingers flexed hard in my hair. “I’ve got my own private hole at home. Smooth. Tight. Does whatever I tell it to do, right son?”
He started fucking my throat in short, controlled strokes, using my mouth while his eyes stayed on the women outside. Every time one of them looked toward the truck he would shove me down harder, like he wanted them to see exactly what he had in the cab.
“Look at them selling that used cunt,” he growled, voice getting rougher. “Acting like it’s worth something. Meanwhile I’ve got my own son’s throat wrapped around my cock and he doesn’t even charge. Just opens up whenever I say.”
Tears were running down my face. Spit soaked the front of his shorts. My jaw ached. He didn’t care.
A third woman walked up, younger, trying to look confident. She leaned in.
“You boys looking for a good time?”
Dad laughed once, short and mean.
“Already got one. This one here’s a fagott. Not into your young pussy. Bet it’s juicy as fuck.”
He shoved my head down until I was choking hard around him and held me there while he spoke to her. “This little faggot takes it better than any of you tired whores out here. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t complain. Just swallows whatever I give him.”
He kept me pinned deep while she stared, then finally waved her off.
“Go find someone who actually needs to pay for it.”
When she was gone he pulled me up by the hair just enough for me to breathe, then forced me back down immediately.
“Don’t stop until I finish. And you’re gonna swallow every drop. Understand?”
I tried to nod with his cock filling my mouth. He took that as answer enough and started using my throat harder — short, deep thrusts that cut off my air every time he bottomed out. The wet, filthy sounds of me gagging filled the cab. Outside, more women watched from a distance.
“Fucking take it,” he snarled under his breath. “This is what you’re for. Not some stranger’s used-up cunt. My own son’s throat. My own private cocksucker whenever I need to unload.”
His thighs tensed. His breathing turned harsh. He locked both hands in my hair and held me all the way down as he came hard, thick pulses flooding my throat in heavy spurts. He growled like a beast. He kept me there through every one, forcing me to swallow, grinding against my face until he was empty.
Only then did he let go.
I pulled off coughing, spit and cum running down my chin onto the seat and my t-shirt. Dad was still breathing hard, cock wet and shiny under the dim light from the dash. He looked at me for a long second — face messy, eyes watering, lips swollen — and gave a small, cold nod.
“Good job.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while he tucked himself away and zipped up. He started the truck without another word and pulled out of the lot, leaving the women and the dark asphalt behind.
“You want some Taco Bell, you deserve it?”
“Yes, daddy. That would be nice.”
“Alright kid.”
Later, when he parked in the garage he finally spoke, voice flat again.
“You know the rules, kid. Keep your mouth shut. And next time I call you, you come. No questions. And you want you home from college every weekend and holiday, no excuses and no boyfriends, understood?”
I nodded. He got out and walked into the house like nothing had happened.
I sat in the passenger seat a few seconds longer, throat raw, the smell of sex and his sweat still heavy in the cab, already knowing he would take me back out there again.
And that I would get in the truck every single time. I’m a daddy’s boy now.
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