Dad wanted to have a serious conversation. That was unheard of with him. I could hear the urgency in his voice.
'Sure Dad, whenever you want to.'
He turned to me and said, 'I don't want you to say a word until I'm through, understand?'
'Clint, when your mother died I was devistated. After a while friends tried to get me to go out and meet other women, but I couldn't. About a year after her death I still felt that if I went out with a woman, I was cheating. Then one day, I was horny as hell and had stopped at a truck stop with a glory hole. The guy in the next booth kept trying to get me to put my cock through the hole and let him suck it. I finally gave in and did. It felt wonderful and was what I needed. The old hand just wasn't doing it any more. So after that every week or so I'd get a blow job. Then I began to get curious and felt guilt because i wasn't giving anything back in return.'
'Then Ii met another driver one day and he invited me to his rig. I went and we got naked and he began sucking me off. I decided to try it and to my amazement, I found it to be exciting and erotic having another guys cock in my mouth. We sucked each other off and I enjoyed it. I was giving something back. He even started me to kissing another guy. Soon, I was the one asking for cock through the glory holes. One thing led to another and I began fucking other guys and letting them fuck me. Clint, your father is gay. I thoroughly enjoy my lifestyle. I should have told you sooner but I just didn't know how. Then when you said that guy tried to get you to let him suck you I knew I had to tell you. I know this may sound sick and peerverted, but if you ever do decide you want to see what a blow job is like, I'd like to be the one to show you.'
I looked at dad and was coming to grips with what I had heard. 'Dad, I couldn't care less if you were straight bi or totally gay. It's yur like and I'm not a judge. I love you regardless of what or who you are. You are my father. And if I do decide to experiment, I'll come to you first. You've always been there to teach me about life before. Why should this be different.'
Dad smiled at me then came to me and gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, 'Son, I love you so much.' 'I love you too dad.'
I guess he could tell I was trying to understand all that he had told me and said, 'I'm going to get some coffee and give you some time alone.'
He left and after a minute or so I found myself saying out loud,'My dad's gay.' Then I remembered how i was getting excited and boned up by watching that other guy stroke his cock. I wondered if I was turning gay. Surely not.
When dad returned I pretended to be asleep. he sliped into bed and I felt him start rubbing my hair, not sexually, but as a loving parent.
The next morning dad woke with a start. We had overslept and was running behind schedule. He hit the floor cursing and said he needed to shower. I jumped up and said let's go. We grabbed our bags and went to the shower desk and luckily there was one available. We headed to it and dad quickly stripped and stepped in adjusating the temperature. i stepped in a moment later.
'What are you doing?' he asked.
'Look, we're in a hurry and it's not like we haven't seen naked guys before, so move your ass over.' He laughed and made room for me. He realized that I had totally accepted his lifestyle.
We grabbed coffee and sweetrolls from the restaurant and hit the road. Dad pushed it rig and by noon we were close to being back on schedule. We found a McDonald's on the highway and he waited in the truck as I ran in and got us lunch to go. We ate on the run.
That afternoon, i lookedover and said, 'May I ask a question?' 'Sure,' he answered.
'When you went for coffee last night, did you score?'
He turned and looked at me and began blushing as he said, 'As a matter of fact, yes I did.'
'Good,' I replied. 'You needed that last night. And if you ever want to use the sleeper, just give me a signal and I'll disappear for a while.'
'Son, you are wise beyond your years.' I just smiled.
That night and the next day were uneventful, but I had been thinking about what dad had said about wanting to be the first to give me a blow job and I was becoming more and more curious. I felt that it wouldn't be long before I made my decision.
That night at the restaurant, I began looking around at the drivers, trying to see which ones I thought might be gay or bi. It was no use. Dad asked me what I was doing and I told him. He laughed and said, 'Some you'd say definately not about might surprise you. Take that muscled guy in the yellow tank top. Yes or no?'
'Definately no,' I said.
'Wrong. He's the one I scored with the other night. He's married and loves sucking but loves getting fucked even more. He had two of us trading off on his ass.' Dad spoke so mater-of-fact about it all.
'Trading off?' I asked.
'Yea. One would fuck a while but not climax. when he'd get close he'd pull out and let the other fuck a while. We'd go back and forth.'
'Damn,' I said.
The following night I had decided that I wanted to see what it was like. All i had to do was figure out how I would go about it. Should I just come out and ask for it or what. I put my mind to working.
TO BE CONTINUED.....