Being totally exhausted, I laid there with Paul and his son Doug in their RV bed for about an hour. I finally left the truck stop to get on my way to see my Susan. I still had about two hours to go, which gave me a lot of time to think about where my life was heading. Once I arrived at her apartment, I took a quick shower to clean up after all the gay sex with Paul and Doug. I didn’t feel like fucking with Susan, even though I hadn’t seen her for a few weeks. There wasn’t much I could do to get hard again after getting off with Doug and Paul a few hours earlier.
Over the next few nights, Susan and I fucked several times. It was good, but I realized what made it good was that I imagined I was with a guy every time I was dumping cum in and out of her. One night it might’ve been teenage Brian that I was thinking about -- my first gay fuck back at my college summer job. Or sometimes I imagined I was fucking Susan's dad, or my own dad as I had done before. I pretended I was in a man’s cunt, or a boy’s pussy instead of hers every time I came in her. And every time, I shot more cum than I ever had with her or any other woman. Right now I was having to admit to myself that my teenage boy fuck with Brian, or my fuck with my father was more important to me than anything she could give me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop the feelings I had. The gay feelings. The feelings of wanting to be with men, instead of women. After a few days, I knew it was time to head back home to spend some time with my father to figure it all out.
To give me a little additional time to think about all of this, instead of going south on I-75 and then west on I-70 towards Indianapolis, I decided to take a scenic road through the countryside. Rural Indiana is a good place for a scenic drive, if you want to get off the interstate. Or just get off in general! A lot of secluded places to pull off and beat your meat.
If I decided to pull out my cock for some self-pleasuring, I wouldn’t have to worry about truckers looking down into my vehicle to see what I was doing like they did on the interstate. Although, I guess I didn’t really mind them watching me jack off all that much. It kinda turned me on.
Anyway, that’s exactly what I did. My cock was so hard and I was so horny thinking about my dad’s cock again. I unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants and jockey shorts down to my knees. I loved the look of my smooth, sexy legs. I almost wanted to fuck myself. It felt good to grab my cock, rub up and down, and pleasure myself. I kept tissues handy to clean up any messes. I’d done this many times before in my car driving down the interstates. But for some reason my cock was harder than ever that night. It was already leaking precum. I needed to pop it off to relieve the pressure. After a few minutes of slow stroking - and just when I was about to release a giant load of sticky cum - it happened.
My car started sputtering, the engine shut off, and I had to coast to the side of the road. I looked down at my dashboard. I was fucking out of gas! WTF. Even though I had filled my tank at the truck stop where I met Paul and his son Doug, I forgot that I siphoned some of the gas out of my car to fill Susan‘s tank at her apartment. Now I’m out here on this pitch black night with no gas. And the real disaster? I was looking down at my phone and saw that I had no cellular service to call for help. That’s great. This is what I get for not taking the interstate home. I knew the next town with gas at this time of night was probably 15 to 20 miles away and I sure didn’t feel like walking. And like they say, where’s a cop when you really need one? I have AAA, but I had no way to contact them without cell service. Fuck.
Just when I’m wondering how long this is going to be before someone comes along to help on a dark, desolate road (and knowing that a lot of people are too afraid to help in this day and age), I saw a pair of headlights coming towards me. Even though I was frantically waving for the person to stop, he or she kept going. I understand that on a dark road late at night. I’m not sure I would stop to help someone either. You just never know. It’s dangerous, or can be. I was hoping they might at least let someone know I was stranded when they got to a place where they could make a phone call. But I had no way of knowing if they would do that.
But of course that was just a hope as two more cars passed by and just kept going like the first one did. Three cars in 30 minutes? This did not bode well. It was another 20 minutes later before another vehicle came into view. This time I got lucky -- unless of course he’s a serial killer. But at that point at this time of night, on a mostly deserted road, I didn’t have a lot of options. The vehicle went slightly past me, slowed, then stopped, and then backed up to where I was. The guy got out of his large SUV and walked back to where I was. Ad he got closer, he asked me if I needed some help with a mechanical problem, or a flat tire. It was too dark for him to see anything really.
“No, believe it or not, I just ran out of gas. Can you believe that? I’ve got AAA, but I don’t have any way to contact them, as I don’t have cell service out here. So I was just hoping someone would come along and give me a ride to the next town so that I can give AAA a call. They’ll get me some gas and bring me back here.”
“Son, that could be a long wait out here. I’ve got a 2 gallon gas can. But, it’s completely empty. I can drive you into the next town, get you some gas, and bring you back here to get you going again.”
“Well sir, I appreciate the offer. But that’s a lot of your time to go 20 miles there and 20 miles back, plus the time to fill up your gas can. If you wouldn’t mind just driving me to a phone somewhere, I’ll just have AAA pick me up and have them bring me back here with some gas.”
“I don’t mind. Really. AAA, they’re good. But it could be a few hours before they get to you. They’ve had a lot of calls on south 75 today. I’d hate to see you wait 2-3 hours out here in the dark all by yourself.”
He had a point. My dad has had AAA ever since I was a kid. Always reliable, but there are times when we’ve had to wait hours for a truck to get to us.
“Well, yeah, I know the wait can be long sometimes. If you don’t mind doing all that, that would be great. I can buy the gas with my credit card, but full disclosure, I don’t have any cash to pay you for your time and trouble.”
“Oh hell. I don’t mind at all. I’ve been in the same situation myself. Out of gas in the middle of nowhere and usually with no cash. OR a credit card. Somehow I always found a Good Samaritan to help me out. What goes around comes around. Someday you can help someone in a similar jam. Hop here in my SUV and let’s get you some gas and back on the road. My name’s Tom, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m Mark. I truly appreciate the help. But you have to give me your mailing address before I can accept any help. That way I can send you some money to cover your time and your gas to run me back and forth. Like you said, who knows how long I would have to wait for AAA to get here. I want to make it right with you Tom. You are saving me in more ways than one. Please let me have your address, so I can pay you back.”
“Seriously, Mark, don’t even give it a second thought. I was just out on an evening drive to look at some of my crops and a few head of cattle that I have. My wife is over at her sister‘s in Ohio for the week. So, I’m in no hurry to get back home tonight. So, where are you headed?
“Oh, I just left my fiancé‘s apartment in Dayton. She’s going to college there. I just decided to take the back roads on my way back to see my parents in Indiana. It’s a pretty drive through here – when it’s not dark - and I’ve done it many times before. I’ve just never run out of gas before. I didn’t realize how little traffic there is on this road at night. And I didn’t realize how freaking dark it is out here with no moon. It’s DARK! I’m very fortunate that you came along and stopped. A few cars drove by before you did and none of them even slowed down. I understand why people wouldn’t want to stop to help on a night like this. I get it. But I’m sure glad you did. Much appreciated, And I will pay you back, Tom.”
“Not a problem Mark. There’s a Shell station up here in about 20 miles. We’ll fill my gas can there and get you back to your vehicle and get you back to see your parents. That’s nice that you want to go back and see your parents. Not a lot of kids your age like to do that as much as they should. Are you going to college too?
Yep, yep finishing my last year. Can’t wait for it to be done, although there are a lot of things about it that I’ll miss. A lot of good experiences. Yeah, and I’m still close to both my mom and dad.”
If he only knew how close I am to my dad, well…won’t go there.
"So, you are a farmer and a rancher, too. Those occupations always interested me. But being a city boy, I don’t know much about either one.”
“Well, I’m more a manager of both these days. I have two sons about your age that do most of the physical work. I still help out when I’m needed – when we’re really busy. But I leave most of the actual farming and ranching to them. They are good boys. I’m really proud of them in so many ways. I love them to death. They both have their degrees, but they came back to farm.”
Even though it was still very dark outside, when I looked over at Tom, I could see enough of him from the dash lights to know he was a nice-looking man. Forty-eight to fifty years old. Maybe fifty-two, no more than that. My dad‘s age, or maybe a few years older. I imagined him with an attractive wife, his two sons, maybe a daughter, or two. All helping him on the farm. He goes to church every Sunday morning with his schoolteacher wife. Not the kind you’d want to jump. Well, maybe the kind you’d want to jump, but not the kind that would want to be jumped by a 22-year-old college kid. That didn’t keep me from thinking about jumping him though. No harm in fantasizing, right?
“When we get to the Shell station, I’ll pull into a pump, you can fill up the gas can, and we’ll get back on the road. I think I’ll get something to drink while you’re pumping gas. Anything I can get you while I’m in there?”
“No, I’m good. Thanks Tom.”
As he started to walk inside the store, the lights gave me a very good look at him. A tight body in some snug-fitting Levis wearing a tight-fitting white T-shirt that barely contained his biceps. I didn’t notice that in the SUV, but I sure did now. Very fuckable.
The pump clicked off before Tom came back out of the store. I just set the gas can back in the back of the SUV and went back to sit inside. A few minutes later, he came back out with a couple bottles of water and we were on our way back to my stranded vehicle.
On our 20-minute drive back, Tom seemed a little quieter than he did earlier on our way to get gas. Like he might have something on his mind. But I figured if he wanted to talk that was more up to him than me. I did offer him to pay him several more times on our way back because he had at least an hour invested of his time, not to mention the fuel he burned to take me there and back. But he continued to insist that he didn’t want anything for his time and trouble.
Once we got back to my vehicle, it was still dark. Pitch black. I got out, went to the back of the SUV. Got the gas can. I opened my gas cap put the nozzle in and started pouring in the two gallons which would be more than enough to get me back to the Shell station where I could fill up.
Just as I was about to finish getting the last few drops in my tank, I felt Tom standing behind me. Or, to be more precise, I felt what I knew was a stiff cock rubbing up against my ass. Holy hell, is this for real? Not a cock inside a pair of Levi’s rubbing up against my ass. A cock already outside of a pair of Levi’s, through the open zipper, and pressing hard right into my ass. Sure, it felt good, but I was wondering if I’d met a psycho, or just some guy who wanted me to suck his dick. Out here in the dark, I could suck his dick and still get murdered.
As Tom kissed the back of my neck and fondled my ass, he whispered into my ear, “You know Mark, as we were driving back, I got to thinking that maybe I do need a little something for my time and trouble. What do you think about that? Would that be a problem?”
Without saying a word, I turned around and kissed him full on the mouth. I put my tongue in his mouth and worked to find his tongue. Fuck, I was about to cum just from kissing him and his hands on my ass…and he hadn’t even touched my cock yet.
“What do I think about that, Tom?” I think you should drop your pants and let me see more of what you’ve got in mind for your boy here. That’s what I think about that Daddy.”
“Oh fuck Son, I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you drop down to your knees for Dad, take daddy‘s pants off, and give me a big, sloppy blowjob?”
While still kissing him and fondling his ass, I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his buttons, and pulled his Levis down to his knees.
Tom was full commando. No underwear. None. Once his pants were down, all I could see was his cock, his balls, and some thick pubic hair around them. It was still dark, but I could tell his cock was big and fat. I could feel the throbbing head of his cock in my hand. He was stiff. For me. He liked me. Obviously..
“Put my cock in your mouth Mark.”
Hell, he didn’t have to ask. I was already on the job, guiding his cock to my mouth. At the same time, I was feeling up his ass and legs like you feel up a teen girl’s tits the first time. His ass and legs were so damn hot. Hard, round, firm, smooth. Perfect. Just the way I like a man’s legs and ass to be. I love an ass that feels like smooth, hard, tits. His ass did. I could tell from his ass alone that he kept in great shape. I really wanted to turn this guy around and get my lips, mouth, and tongue on his ass cheeks. And in them. But I knew that would come soon enough.
Sucking this hot daddy’s cock on the side of the road had me a little bit worried, even though there wasn’t a lot of traffic that night. But it wouldn’t take much for someone to catch us, literally, with our pants down. Some county cop driving by catching me suck this guy. That would be my luck. Getting caught with a cock in my mouth wouldn’t bother me that much. Having it published in the local paper would.
At the same time, I did not want to waste this man’s sperm juice. So I started licking and sucking as hard and as fast as I could to make sure he came in my mouth before anyone came along. I also ran my fingers up and down his ass slit to make sure I got him off quickly. Fingering my ass always got me off fast, so I figured it would work on Tom, too.
“Oh fuck Mark, keep doing that. Keep fingering my ass. That feels great son. Daddy is gonna fill your mouth with cum any minute now boy.”
That’s when I put my finger further into his ass. He couldn’t handle that. He pulled my hair, grabbed my head and then held it tight against his cock as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed what I could and let the rest leak out around my lips. He pulled me up off my knees so that he could lick his cum off of my face.
As he continued to kiss and deep throat me with his tongue he said, “Thanks Son. You got me off good. I loved the way you did me. Dad needed that.”
“Yeah, I needed that too Tom. I didn’t realize running out of gas could be such a great thing. But what made you think I’d be interested in, well, that? I told you I had a fiancé.”
“Oh, I was looking for a hookup tonight long before I met you and you mentioned your fiancé. Whenever my wife is out of town and my boys are busy, I go cock hunting. I drive up and down these roads frequently hoping to find a stranded driver. It doesn’t happen very often. But when it does, I don’t pass up any chances, especially if the guy is hot. As I got up closer to you, I thought this might be my lucky day. I didn’t know for sure if you were into men, or not.”
“So, when you looked at me, you thought I might be gay or bi?”
“Not necessarily, but I’ve had enough experience to know that a lot of guys your age when they feel my cock up against their ass, decide it might be worth a try. By the time I was your age I knew I at least wanted to taste another man’s cock to find out if I’d like it. Once I did, well, I’ve never lost the desire for men, or cock. It’s a bonus.”
I had to admit to myself that was exactly how I felt after I tasted Brian‘s teenage cock, I couldn’t get the thought of him or his cock out of my mind. I had to have Brian again, my father‘s friend, or my father…someone’s cock. Quitting wasn’t going to be an option. Feeling a man’s cock in me, or my cock in a man’s cunt, is something I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.
“Tom, when I felt your dick rubbing against my ass, I wanted you so badly. I wanted your cock in my mouth. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. When I pulled your pants down and saw you not wearing any underwear, I almost came before I even put your cock in my mouth. You have a great body Tom. Fortunately, no one came by before I was able to get you off.”
“Yeah, Mark, but we’re not done. Cumming in your mouth was terrific. But, I want to fuck you tonight. I want my cock in your ass. There’s a little picnic area up the road. One of those where there’s a tree like falling on a picnic table. One of those kind of small rest stops. We could drive up there and I don’t think anybody will bother us. What do you think? A daddy/son fuck before you have to go home?”
“Fuck, yeah Tom, I’d love that. It’s pretty dark. I don’t think anyone would see us. And we’ve got some time.”
I drove up a mile, or so, to the little picnic area. I got out of my vehicle and went over to his larger SUV. He had already folded down the second and third rows of his SUV to make room for a large air mattress, clean sheets, pillows, the whole works. We both jumped back there, closed all the window shades, and then got naked. He stripped me and I stripped him while touching every part of his sexy body. And we started kissing like teenagers. I fondled every part of his body. His cock, his balls, especially his perfect ass. For a man his age to have an ass like that…well, I hope I have an ass even close to that when I’m his age.
“Mark, I’m sure you’ve been fucked before. And you want to be fucked again. You make that pretty clear. How do you like to do it…missionary style or doggy style?”
“I like to be looking at my man when he fucks me Tom. Put me on my back, spread my legs, lick my pussy and fuck me like a whore. That’s how I like it Tom. What do you like? “
“Oh that’s perfect Mark. That’s exactly how I love to fuck my boys. I like to spread their legs get my fat dick in their pussies. I kiss their cunts and then slide my cock into them. They love it.”
“Kiss me Tom.”
And he did. He spread my creamy white legs as far as he could. He went down on my cock with his lips, went down to rim my ass, and then started fucking me. Damn he was good. I don’t know how long he’d been fucking men, or his own sons, but he for sure knew what he was doing. I’m guessing his sons liked it as much as I did. I grabbed the roundness of his ass, spread his ass cheeks apart, put my finger in his crack, and pulled him into me.
“Oh, son, I feel so good. Love your daddy. Put your fingers in my ass. Finger-fuck my ass boy.”
I felt him push into me as far as he could go. Up to his balls. His cock filling my ass perfectly with every thrust. I buried two of my fingers into his ass as far as I could push them. I loved the feel. So did he. Obviously he had done this many times before, but he treated me like I was his first lay.
“Mark, you’re making me feel so good. Keep fucking my ass with your fingers, son. Oh fuck Mark, I can’t hold this very much longer. Are you close baby? I want you to come with me, son. Cum for daddy.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was coming. I couldn’t hold my juices even though I wanted the sensation to last a lot longer. I couldn’t help myself. I could feel his throbbing, pulsating cock go off with his dad juices filling my cunt.
When he pulled out of my ass, he leaned down to kiss me. Then he moved his face down to my cock and ass to lick up all of the cum that was running out of my cock head and asshole. His own cum coming out of me. He was hot and wanted to eat his own cum that had been in me. Fuck that was hot seeing him do that. When he moved up to share his cum that was just in me, I knew we still could not be done. I needed my cum in him. I needed to fuck my daddy.
“Tom, get on your knees and elbows for me. I want to fuck your ass before we’re done here.”
He knew what I wanted to do. What I needed to do. I helped him get up on his knees and elbows. I spread his beautiful ass cheeks with my hands and then I started rimming his slit. I was determined to rim him in a way that he would never forget and that’s what I did. I opened his white ass cheeks as far as I could, and then I buried my tongue in his ass, as far as I could, I had him moaning like a teenager – not like a dad. I loved rimming him, and he loved my tongue. He begged me to put my tongue in his ass. Deeper. I put it in deeper each time. I was fucking his asshole. I was fucking his ass with my tongue, not just rimming his ass. I was fucking it and he loved it. I reached around to stroke his cock that was rock hard again. Feeling how hard he was made me even harder. I finally pulled my face away from his ass as I knew I had him wet enough to fuck him. I mounted him. I mounted him like a male dog fucks a bitch in heat. I got the head of my cock up against his ass and pushed it in. Hard. Like I was raping him. Raping my dad. I was making sure he would never forget how it felt to be fucked by me.
The animal sounds he made, made me think I did it right.
“Oh fuck Mark, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. Keep raping my ass son. No one has ever fucked my ass like this. Fuck me, fuck me, son. Fuck your daddy.”
When he said those words, I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot whatever cum I had left into his asspussy I could feel him squirting his own cum, onto my hand. I collapsed onto him and rolled over to hold him in my arms. We both kissed like we were in love.
“I love you, Mark. That was great.”
“I love you too, Tom.”
“Call me Dad,,,you’re one of my boys now.”
We stayed together for another hour holding each other, kissing and fondling our half-hard cocks. I had to get on the road to see my own dad, again. It was going to take some real dad-fucking to top this night with Tom.
We exchanged phone numbers. We've texted several times now talking about our night tighter. We've even jacked off together over the phone talking about it.
There is no doubt I will be seeing Tom again. Soon.
