Why did you bring that up?
-Do you like getting blowjobs, dad?
-Oh why did you bring that up, Toby?
-Don’t know dad. We’ve been driving about 100 kilometers not saying a single word and I think we can talk about everything, can’t we? You’ve always been open-minded.
-Well, it’s true I am and we could talk of anything, even sex, better do it now before we arrive to Puerto del Pico, there it’ll be more dangerous.
I’m Bailey Richardson, 50 at the moment and I’m a travelling salesman. The boy sitting next to me is in fact my son Toby and he’s 26 now and works with me. We were driving in an RV. Our company delivered house appliances through Spain. Four years ago, my son and I, have moved to Madrid. I’ve been a widower since Toby was three.
Now we were selling in cities of Castile-Leon. Tonight we would sleep anywhere near Valladolid and tomorrow we’d sleep in the Sanabria Lake, province of Zamora. Now we were really close to Puerto del Pico, a mountain pass in the province of Avila.
In fact I belong to a Rosicrucian group, the Madrid Pelicans and I had chosen this group cause it is more concerned with the esoteric and even philosophical aspect of the Rosicrucianism than with any religious aspect.
-First, let me ask you, Toby, are you gay and that’s why you’re asking?
-No dad, I’m not gay, just thought that with a man like you, even a bit esoteric, we could also talk of sex. It would be a more interesting conversation. And you’re getting hard, dad.
I was driving the RV in just my speedos and my bulge was obvious. The fact that my own son had thought of introducing sex as a topic made me hard.
-Well, don’t know whether I’m really esoteric, Toby. At the moment I’m just an initiate, a probationer -I explained to him for he understood the degrees, though he was not in Rosicrucianism-, and yes, answering your questions, I love getting blowjobs. Unfortunately I’ve had none since your mother died. And you, Toby, do you like them?
-It’s what I like most, dad and I’m lucky and have had many. Well, I also like fucking and hope you also do.
-Of course I love fucking and in that I’ve been luckier. Not many times but about ten times I’ve fucked in all these years and..
And I stopped talking then for we had really started Puerto del Pico and now I had to drive carefully or we could fall from a cliff. It’s not one of the most dangerous passes in Sierra de Gredos, the mountain range we were going through but I’d better drive slowly.
It was then that unexpectedly and taking into account that I was totally attentive to the road and couldn’t protest, Toby managed to drop my speedo and one second later he was sucking my cock!
-You’d better not talk, dad. Pay attention to the road. You can talk when we have left Puerto del Pico behind us.
I was gonna ask him whether he had ever sucked a cock but did as he had told me and did not speak, but he spoke, with my dick by now deep in my mouth.
-I’ll answer dad. I’m not gay nor have I ever sucked a cock but I felt like doing it when I noticed your hard cock with our little conversation and I thought that some sex on the road could be a marvelous experience.
-I’m not angry, Toby -at least I had to tell him that.
And sure about his father’s permission to go on, he continued. I was looking at all the curves on the road as I felt my dick was curving with his magic tongue. There was no fire on the road fortunately but the fire was my glans, not neglected either in my son’s wonderful first journey on my cock.
I moaned and moaned and that made Toby talk.
-Since it’s evident that you like this dad, and journeys with sex are better journeys and I’m also having the fun of my life, I’ll give you another blowjob in the place we decided to camp tonight.
We approached a crossroads leading to a village called La Hija de Dios and there Puerto del Pico finished. A curious name for a village: in our language it can be translated as God’s Daughter.
What with the end of Puerto del Pico and Toby’s latest wonderful words, I came uncontrollably in my son’s mouth. All I could say was.
-Thanks, Toby, you’re the best son a father can have.
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