Junior's Story
What Dad didn't tell Danny was that the two of us had never hooked up with a third person together before. We'd just been keeping it in the family since I turned eighteen, almost two years earlier. Oh, we knew each other fucked around, but we didn't reveal our little secret to the world. That's why I was so surprised, and extremely excited, when I got Danny's text inviting me to join him in Dad's rig. And I was not disappointed!
Neither was Danny. He nearly went horny nuts the first time he watched Dad bury his dick in my ass...after we'd all recovered from the spit roasting! And when Dad finally shot his load inside me, Danny creamed all over us both. Then, when Dad pulled out, Danny swooped in to eat my ass and suck out as much of Dad's cum as he could. The whole father-son thing definitely worked for him. He was nearly insatiable.
Still, I eventually got some rest in the wee small hours of the morning while Dad and Danny just sucked casually on each other's exhausted cock. After watching them nurse for a while, I closed my eyes and thought back to how it all began for me and my dad....
*****
Although Dad had told Danny that we'd been fucking since I turned eighteen, he was on the road for my actual birthday, so I didn't surprise him in his truck until a couple weeks later. On my actual birthday, I was the one who got surprised...when I arrived home after hanging out to celebrate with my friends and discovered my high school principal boning my mother in the living room. And not just boning her but suddenly yelling "I'm gonna cum! Almost there!" as I watched his muscular butt cheeks flexing and clenching and thrusting as he pounded away.
In that moment, I wasn't sure whether I was angry at Mom for fucking around on Dad or jealous of her for having Principal Phillips about to fill her with his cum. See, during more than one jackoff session, I'd imagined him fucking my ass and filling me with cum. To this day, I'm still not sure what I was objecting to the most when I yelled, "What the fuck?!"
In any case, I didn't wait to figure out what I was feeling or to let them explain. As if they could. After one quick glimpse of Principal Phillips' fat, glistening, ready-to-shoot cock as Mom frantically shoved him out of and off of her, I bolted from the house.
I hopped on my bike and rode. I wasn't sure where I was going, but my phone rang repeatedly and dinged again and again and again to indicate a flood of text messages. I just peddled faster and kept riding into the night. Finally, I stopped in the local park, dropped my bike on the ground, sat on the edge of a picnic table, and then laid back on the table to look up at the stars.
"Fuck off," I mumbled, as my phone dinged again. Still, I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. As I expected, there were a string of missed calls from Mom, several voice mails, and a string of texts that I didn't even bother to look at. Instead, I sat up and read the one text that had arrived from my dad.
Dad: "Happy Birthday! Having fun?"
I just texted back: "Miss you."
Dad: "Everything OK?"
Me: "Not really."
Dad: "Do you want to talk? I'm parked for the night."
Me: "No. It can wait until you get home."
Dad: "Love you."
Me: "Love you too!"
I laid back on the picnic table again, slipped my phone back in my pocket, and tried to relax.
"Robby?"
I sat up quickly and discovered Principal Phillips standing in front of me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I growled.
"Your mother's worried about you. I said I'd look for you, and she said you come to the park when you're angry and need to relax. Seemed logical."
"I come to the park to suck cock!" I spat out, wanting to shock him as much as him fucking Mom in our living room had shocked me. "Usually over there," I added, pointing at the cinder-block restroom. "That's how I 'relax.'" It was all a lie. I hadn't sucked a single dick at that point, but I'd heard the rumors about what went on in that particular public toilet.
He looked at the building for a few seconds, then he looked back at me with a strange half smile. "I'm surprised I've never run into you there."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Or maybe I have," he said with a grin.
"You...?"
"Honestly, Robby, I came here for two reasons. One, your mother said you might be in the park. And two, if you weren't, I figured I could see if anyone was around to help me 'relax,' since you interrupted us at a very crucial and unsatisfied moment."
"You mean you...?"
"Know about the gloryhole in that restroom? Yeah, I know about it...and use it when necessary," he grinned as he slowly massaged the bulge in his trousers.
"You're full of surprises tonight," I said in spite of myself and my anger.
"So are you," he replied. "I never would have guessed, but I'm glad you shared that information." He continued playing with himself, and the bulge in his trousers was obviously growing.
"First you fuck my mom and now you want..." I couldn't finish.
"What can I say. I'm a horny adult man with strong urges," he laughed. Then he sobered up and looked at me seriously, no, lecherously. "Besides, the idea of the son finishing what the mother started is fucking hot."
I'd never heard Principal Phillips cuss before. But then I'd never seen him fucking my mother before either. Or had him basically offering his cock for a gloryhole blowjob. I stared back at him and finally, thinking I would shock him out of this insanity, said snidely, "Wouldn't you rather fuck my ass?"
"You offering?" he asked seriously.
"You like ass?" I asked boldly.
"Now and then," he grinned.
"Even student ass?" I persisted.
"Now and then, but only after they've turned eighteen." Then he grinned at me and said, "Happy Birthday, Robby."
I desperately wanted to ask him for names, but I resisted. Our conversation had drained all of my anger and replaced it with lust. Suddenly, the only thing that mattered to me was getting fucked for the first time on my eighteenth birthday and finding out if it lived up to my fantasies. Silently, I turned and walked toward the restroom. Principal Phillips let out a small chuckle, and then I heard his footsteps as he followed me.
At the last second, I turned from the restroom door and walked around behind the building. "You seem to know how things work around here," he laughed.
I didn't have a clue...other than the rumor that blowjobs happened inside at the gloryhole and butt fucking more often happened out back. From Principal Phillips' comment, that appeared to be the case. "You wanna get right to the fucking, don't you?" I asked bluntly.
"I wouldn't mind," he laughed. "Your mother already took care of the foreplay."
"I don't suppose you have any lube?" I asked, suddenly nervous about the size of the cock I'd glimpsed when he pulled it out of Mom.
"Always be prepared," he grinned, pulling a small tube of lube out of his pocket.
"Damn," I muttered, both surprised and impressed. Without another word, I whipped off my shirt and tossed it on the ground, undid my jeans, shoved them and my underwear down to my knees, and leaned forward to plant my palms on the cool cinder blocks.
"You want it as bad as your mom," Principal Phillips chuckled.
I don't know whether he was taunting me or complimenting me. "Don't tell me you're all talk and no action," I muttered.
"You don't have to worry about that," he replied as he fondled my smooth, firm butt cheeks. I moaned involuntarily when he slipped a finger between my cheeks and slid it back and forth in my crack. "Nice," he sighed, as I heard him unzip his zipper. "Very nice."
"Thanks," I replied snidely. I didn't want him to think he was in complete control.
"You're welcome," he said as he suddenly found my quivering pucker. I moaned again as he started teasing it. I even pushed back slightly when the first lubed finger slid into me. "Nice and tight," he whispered as he slid another lubed finger into me and then worked them both slowly in and out. In and out. In and out. I felt him step closer, and I shivered when I suddenly felt him lick my back between my shoulder blades. "Mmmm," he sighed as he leaned in closer and licked the back of my neck as he continued fingering my asshole.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" I growled.
"Beg me," he whispered in my ear. "Your mother did."
"Seriously, dude?"
"Never more," he growled, shoving a third lubed finger up my ass.
"Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck me, Principal Phillips. Fuck me."
"Call me 'Daddy,'" he hissed in my ear.
"You're sick," I moaned.
"Who's sick?" he whispered as he finger-fucked my ass with more urgency.
I moaned, and images of my own dad fingering my hole suddenly flashed through my brain. "Oh god, you are, Daddy."
"That's better, Son," Principal Phillips whispered before straightening up.
When he pulled his fingers out of my ass, I felt so empty and begged urgently, "Fuck me, please fuck me, Daddy."
"Just getting myself ready," he assured me. From the slick slurping sounds, I guessed that he was lubing up his cock. I felt so empty, though, that I reached back between my legs and began fingering my own hole. "Yeah, keep that hole open for Daddy," he mumbled.
"It's all yours," I assured him, totally overtaken by eighteen-year-old lust.
"And this is all yours," he replied as he began to slip the head of his cock between my butt cheeks on its way to my hole.
"Oh yeah," I moaned when the lubed head pushed against my fingers. I quickly pulled my fingers out of my asshole and braced both hands against the wall again. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered, as images of my own dad again flashed through my brain.
"Relax, Son," Principal Phillips whispered as the head of his cock pressed urgently at my pucker, which had suddenly tightened against the imminent invasion. "Relax and let Daddy's cock in. You know you want it."
"I do," I moaned, willing my ass to relax. "Fuck!" I grunted when the head suddenly popped inside me.
"Soon enough," he laughed. "Just relax first." I did my best and was rewarded with the sensation of more and more cock sliding into my ass. Opening me up. Filling me up. Deeper and deeper.
"Oh god," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Sure does," he agreed as he seemed to bottom out. I could feel his pubes pressed against my ass, then he licked my back again. "So salty," he sighed.
"So thick," I moaned.
"Glad you noticed," he chuckled as he straightened up and began to pull that thick cock out of my ass. "And you're so tight."
"Glad you noticed," I laughed, "especially since yours is the first cock to know it," I added nervously.
He froze. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," I confirmed.
"You and your friends never...?"
"The other ones you've fucked?" I laughed. "No. You're the first, Daddy."
"Oh shit," he sighed as he sank his cock all the way back into me. He reached around and placed a hand flat on my belly and pulled me back onto his cock. "So sweet. So tight. So good." He slowly stroked in and out of my ass. It felt so good. Slowly. Gently. Masterfully.
"Oh yeah," I moaned.
"Shit!" Principal Phillips growled when a twig snapped.
"Don't stop," I whispered. "Please don't stop."
"Yeah, don't let me stop you," a voice from the shadows said. "I just wanna watch."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could the guy's outline. It was obvious that he already had his cock out and was stroking it. "Keep going," I said urgently.
"You sure?" Principal Phillips asked nervously.
"Don't want you interrupted twice in one night," I laughed. "Go for it."
"Just keep your distance," Principal Phillips warned the stranger.
"I can see good enough from here," he assured us.
"Hold on, boy," Principal Phillips growled. And that was that. Without any further warning he gripped my hips firmly and started fucking my hole good and hard. Fast and deep. Plowing my ass. Plunging into me. Pulling out only long enough to prepare for another hard thrust in. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping.
"Oh god, yes," I moaned, "Fuck me, Daddy."
"So fucking tight," he grunted.
"He your son?" the stranger asked with obvious surprise.
"Shut the fuck up," Principal Phillips growled back.
"Don't you wish your son would do this for you," I managed to grunt to the stranger between thrusts of cock up my ass.
"Jeezus fuck," the stranger grunted, but I could also see that he'd sped up pumping his own cock.
"I'm gonna cum, Son," Principal Phillips growled.
"Do it, Dad!" I said. "Breed your boy!"
"FUCK!" he roared as he slammed his cock into me again. "I'M CUMMING!"
"Yeah, fill your boy with cum," the stranger growled. "OH SHIT! I'M CUMMING TOO!"
"Shoot that load, dude," I laughed.
"FUCK!" Principal Phillips grunted as he slammed his cock into my ass one last time before it began pulsing and shooting his jizz into my guts. Thrusting. Pumping. Unloading. Creaming.
"That's it, Dad," I moaned, finally gripping my own cock and pumping away furiously on it. I was so close.
"Yeah, shoot that load, boy," the stranger egged me on.
"Cum for Daddy," Principal Phillips cooed as his own thrusts and spasms began to subside. "Cum for Daddy," he repeated.
"Yeah, cum for Daddy and Grandpa," the stranger laughed.
"I'M CUMMING, GRAMPS!" I groaned as my cock suddenly erupted and began spraying the side of the building with streaks of hot white cream.
"Oh yeah," Principal Phillips moaned as my ass muscles spasmed on his cock with every load that was pumped out of my dick. "That's it," he sighed. "Yeah, that's it, Son."
"Oh fuck," I grunted when I finally released my spent and dripping cock so I could lean my weight against the restroom wall again.
"We cool now?" Principal Phillips asked softly.
"Well, I certainly can't complain now," I laughed.
I heard the stranger zip up, but he didn't move. Finally, he asked a little sheepishly, "He really your kid?"
"Does it matter as long as you thought I was?" I asked. "Seemed like you enjoyed the possibility enough."
"I did," he chuckled. "I did. Thanks, fellas." And the shadow disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.
"Oh yeah," I sighed as Principal Phillips began slowly pumping his spent and softening dick inside me.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I repeated. "Feels really good."
"I think so too," he agreed. "Robby?" he asked after a long pause filled only with gentle, soft fucking.
"Yeah?" I asked casually.
"Do you want to continue making Daddy feel good after I marry your mom?"
I froze, but he kept pumping gently. "Are you serious?" I finally asked.
"I'm serious about marrying your mom if she will have me. And after tonight, I'm serious about wanting to do this again if you want to."
"But she's already married," I objected dumbly and lamely.
"For now," he said, without any further explanation. "Mmmmm," he sighed as he slowly pulled his dick out of my cum-filled ass.
Without another word, I pulled up my jeans and ducked into the restroom. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head as I cleaned my ass up as good as I could with the low-quality toilet paper. Then I washed my hands and looked in the mirror over the sink. "You are so fucked up," I said to my reflection, but I couldn't help grinning at myself as well.
"You need a ride home?" Principal Phillips asked when I emerged from the restroom.
"No, I'm good," I assured him.
"You're good...with everything?" Principal Phillips asked, finally looking a little nervous.
"Relax," I told him. "This is our secret. If Mom can cheat on Dad, I don't see why you can't cheat on her with me...Daddy."
"You are so fucking hot," he replied, taking me by surprise and pulling me in for a deep passionate kiss. "So fucking hot," he whispered again as our lips parted and he gazed into my eyes.
*****
Things were pretty chilly around the house for the next two weeks. Mom tried to talk about what had happened, but I just shut her out...and Principal Phillips wisely stayed away. Late one evening, Dad sent me a text that said he was out at Truck Stop Road, that he was going to sleep there for the night, and that he would be home in the morning. It was really late by the time I rode my bike all the way out there, but I didn't care. I just needed to be with Dad.
"Junior!" he cried when he opened the door to his rig and discovered that I was the one pounding on it. "What are you doing here?" he asked, as he buttoned up his shirt. I thought he sounded a bit nervous, but maybe he was just surprised to see me.
"I couldn't wait to see you," I said. "I need to talk to you."
"Well, why don't you run inside and get us a table. I'll clean up a bit and then be right in. We'll have a big late-night meal and a nice, long chat."
"Okay," I replied. I was surprised to be put off even for a little while, but I was also suddenly hungry. "See you inside."
Dad looked back in the truck and then back out at me, "Uh, yeah, see you inside, Son."
I couldn't figure it out, but something seemed off with Dad. I thought maybe it was just me, after a stressful two weeks (including getting fucked by my principal slash potential future stepdad), but I wasn't sure. That hesitation was enough to cause me to duck between a couple trucks and look back at Dad's rig. I waited for Dad to get out, but he didn't. Instead, I would have sworn that the truck started swaying slightly. Maybe it was because he was frantically cleaning up a mess to make it presentable to me.
Finally, even the slight motion stopped. Just as I was getting ready to write it off as my own imagination and go get us a table at one of the restaurants, the driver's door of Dad's rig opened and someone climbed down...but it wasn't Dad. It was a guy...in a suit! He straightened his tie after he reached the ground and then adjusted his jacket as Dad finally climbed from the rig. My mouth dropped open when Dad grabbed the guy's tie, pulled him close, and kissed him...on the mouth! And not just a quick kiss. A long, deep, passionate kiss.
The businessman looked around a little nervously after the kiss, but Dad seemed completely at ease. "Sorry about the interruption. We'll make it last longer next time."
"Either works for me," the businessman laughed, relaxing. "Text me."
"Don't I always?" Dad laughed.
"Later, Bud."
"Later."
I waited until they were both out of sight, then I made a quick dash to a side entrance to the main building. I then casually (hurrying but not hurrying too much) made my way to the front entrance, where I met Dad as he was entering.
"Junior," he said with some surprise. "I thought you were getting us a table."
"I had to use the restroom," I lied. "Besides, you didn't say where you wanted to eat."
"Let's decide together, then," he said with a grin as he dropped his arm around my shoulder and started walking through the food court. I sniffed and sensed a definite aroma of sex.
*****
"Junior?"
"What?" I asked, looking up from just pushing food around on my plate.
"Have you been listening?" Dad asked.
"Uh, not really," I admitted. Actually, I'd been jumping back and forth between memories of getting fucked by Principal Phillips and fantasies about what Dad and that businessman had been doing to make the truck rock. Had Dad been getting fucked or doing the fucking? Either way, it was a mind-blowing discovery, so it seemed reasonable to me that I couldn't concentrate.
"I'm not sure why you rode all the way out to Truck Stop Road if you didn't want to see me," he said, only half joking.
"I did. I do. I've just got a lot on my mind. That's really why I wanted to see you."
"Okay, then maybe you should do the talking."
I shoved the food around on my plate for a few seconds longer, then I suddenly blurted, "Are you and Mom getting divorced?"
"Is that what she said?" he asked cautiously.
"It's what I asked," I said, a little belligerently.
"Well, Junior, we were going to tell you this weekend, but since--"
"So it's true?" I asked, interrupting Dad and raising my voice a little more than I'd planned.
"Calm down, Son," Dad said, glancing around. After all, Truck Stop Road was basically his place of business and a lot of the people knew him.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Yes, Junior, it's true. We've just grown in different directions. We want different things."
"Did you know about Principal Phillips?" It just slipped out. I really hadn't meant to bring his name into it, but Dad didn't bat an eyelash.
"Yes, your mother told me they've developed feelings for each other."
I tried to think but couldn't. My parents were getting divorced. My future stepdad had fucked me and wanted to continue it. I wanted him to continue it. Dad wanted... What did he want? "Are you gay?" I blurted out.
Dad's eyes got big with surprise, but then he grinned and asked, "Where did you get an idea like that?"
"Maybe from that fucker climbing out of your truck," I hissed, keeping the conversation between just the two of us. "You kissed him!"
"Any dessert for you all?" the waitress asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"I don't think so. Just the check," Dad replied.
The waitress scribbled out a check and placed it on the table. "You come back soon, Bud," she said as she walked away from the table.
"Will do," Dad smiled as he pulled some money out of his pocket and counted off some bills to place on top of the check. "We'd better continue this conversation out at the truck," he said casually.
*****
Dad was sitting in the driver's seat and I was sitting in the passenger seat. Neither of us had spoken a word since we left the restaurant.
"Okay, Junior," Dad finally spoke, "since you asked me to categorize myself, I would say that I'm bi with definite gay leanings."
"Seriously?" I asked, shocked by the declaration in spite of what I'd already seen and guessed.
"I tried to ignore it, but the more I ignored it, the stronger the urges got."
"Does Mom know?"
Dad gave kind of an ironic laugh. "She knows. Has known from the beginning. I was honest with her, but she thought she could 'cure' me. And I must say that it was fun creating you," he said, looking at me for the first time and then quickly looking straight ahead again.
"So, was the guy in the suit your boyfriend?"
"He's a friend," Dad conceded. "We enjoy each other's company."
"Does he fuck you?" I blurted out.
"That would definitely count as too much information, Junior."
"Sorry, I'm just..."
"Shocked."
"Yeah, and curious," I admitted.
"Well, it's getting late. Climb in back and get some sleep."
"What about you?"
"I'll sleep right here."
"Are you sure?"
"Better get back in the sleeper before I change my mind and make you sleep sitting up," he smiled at me and winked.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, Junior...no matter what."
I hesitated. Was he asking me to come out? Was I ready to do that? Or was he just talking about the divorce. "Thanks," I finally muttered as I climbed back into the sleeper.
*****
I was sort of partially roused from sleep later in the night when Dad climbed into the sleeper with me. I guess sleeping in the driver's seat wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. I could feel the heat of his flesh against my flesh as he backed up against me. "Dad?" I muttered.
"Go back to sleep," he whispered, and I did.
*****
The next time I woke up, I found that Dad was lying on his back and I was snuggled up against his side. We were both in our underwear. Dad had one arm wrapped under my neck with his hand on my back. His other hand was resting on his furry belly. I had one leg draped over his legs, and my other hand was resting next to his on his belly. My head was resting on his furry chest. I remained motionless, just listening to him breathing shallowly and slowly. Very peaceful. Obviously asleep.
Suddenly, Dad's hand shot down into his underwear, he scratched quickly, then returned his hand to his belly. His breathing didn't change during the entire episode. I smiled and turned my head slightly to look up and see if he was awake or not. I couldn't tell, since his head was turned away from me. From his continued shallow breathing, though, I figured he had to be asleep.
I looked back down at his chest and realized his nipple was right next to my face. I licked my lips as I stared at the pointy flesh, standing erect. Finally, I slowly stuck out my tongue and gently licked it. Dad didn't move. I did it again. Dad still didn't respond. After licking it several times, I wanted more. I leaned forward and placed my open mouth over the entire nipple. My lips pressed against his flesh as my tongue slowly traced circles around the point.
Dad sighed and moved slightly in his sleep, adjusting the arm under my neck so that his hand rested on my head instead of my back. I froze. I listened. His breathing hadn't changed. I began licking his nipple again, and he sighed, gently stroking my hair. I froze again, but he kept stroking my hair. I casually rested my head on his chest, and his hand slipped from my hair, down my cheek, across my throat, and on to my chest, where it came to rest with the tip of one of my own nipples pressed between two of his rugged fingers.
I moaned when Dad suddenly began playing with my nipple in his sleep. At least I assumed he was still asleep. His breathing continued to be slow and steady, but his fingers were definitely fondling my nipple. The tip started getting harder, and so did my cock, which pressed against Dad's hips. Only the fabric of our underwear separated us.
Suddenly, Dad rolled toward me and pulled my body close against his. My head was tucked under his chin, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me. His hairy chest was pressed against my smooth chest. And I was surprised to discover that his cock was hard and pressing against mine!
Dad just held me for a while and then he rolled over onto his back again with a grumbling moan. Released from his grasp, I slowly raised up on my elbow. With the aid of a parking lot light glimmering through a crack in the sleeper curtain, I examined my dad. From the relaxed, peaceful look on his face, to the muscular chest covered with hair that trailed down over his belly. My eyes traveled across that belly and froze on the prominent tent in his underwear.
I was not a horny eighteen year old for nothing. I knew the difference between an accidental underwear tent and one created by and supported by a hard cock. My dad definitely had a hardon! I hadn't imagined it. And I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to see it. I needed to see it.
Slowly, I reached down and worked a finger under the waistband of Dad's underwear. I then gently pulled the band up and away from his belly. I tried to see what was revealed but it was too dark! If I couldn't see it, at least I could feel it. I relaxed the waistband and gently worked my fingers between it and Dad's belly. I felt the band crawl over the back of my hand as I burrowed deeper.
Only when the band slipped down across my wrist did I dare to rotate my hand until my fingers worked themselves between the fabric and Dad's cock, with my thumb between his cock and his belly. I closed my fist until I was gently grasping Dad's shaft for the first time. I slowly moved my fingers back and forth in a miniscule stroking motion. Dad sighed and shifted slightly, pressing his cock against the palm of my hand.
The moment I felt sticky precum on my flesh, I knew I had to taste it. Dad moaned as I applied pressure along his shaft to force his fluid out onto my thumb, then I slowly (and regretfully) worked my hand out of his underwear. Once it was free, I brought my thumb to my lips and sucked it to taste the delicious daddy nectar. That's all it took. I was hooked. I wanted more.
I scooted down the bed, but instead of working my hand under the waistband of Dad's underwear, I used both hands to work apart the front opening. I then reached in and carefully drew Dad's hard dick out through the front. More precum glistened in the faint light. I didn't waste any time.
I leaned in and gently licked the tip of Dad's cock. He sighed, but I was beyond caring whether he was awake or not. I opened my mouth and quickly engulfed the cock that had made me. Dad moaned again, but I didn't stop. I swirled my tongue around the head. I slipped it across and in the slit, in search of more precum. Then I slowly began taking more and more of Dad's cock into my mouth. My lips slid down the thick, veiny shaft.
"Junior?" Dad finally moaned groggily. "What are you doing?"
As much as I hated to do it, I let Dad's dick slip out of my mouth. "What I've wanted to do for a long time," I assured him.
"This ain't right," he objected, but he was still too groggy to argue effectively.
"I really want to do this, Dad. I'm gay. I love you. And I wanna show you how much."
"I know how much you love me, Junior. This isn't necessary."
"But it's what I want. Please, Dad," I begged. He looked down at me, still half asleep. "Please let me suck your cock," I persisted. "I wanna taste the cock that made me. I wanna swallow the cum that cock makes."
"Junior we shouldn't..."
"No one has to know. It will be our secret. Please, Dad," I begged.
"I'm going back to sleep," he muttered and relaxed back on his pillow.
Whether he wanted to pretend in the morning that it was all a dream or not, it was good enough for me. I quickly swallowed his cock again and began eagerly, hungrily bobbing my head, sliding my lips smoothly up and down the saliva-coated shaft. I even grew daring enough to reach into Dad's underwear and gently grasp his balls. "Oh god," he moaned softly, then I felt him running his fingers through my hair as I sucked his throbbing cock. "I love you so much, Junior," he sighed.
I just continued showing him how much I loved him. Sucking his cock. Squeezing his balls. Working my hand even deeper to play with his pucker. Wondering if it was full of businessman cum or not. When my finger easily slipped through his asshole, I was pretty sure, but I pulled my mouth off of his cock just to be sure. I kept stroking the shaft with my free hand as I finger-fucked his hole with the other and asked, "Did the guy in the suit fuck you, Dad?"
"Oh god, yes," Dad moaned. "Oh, Junior."
"Can I fuck you, Dad?" I asked, surprising us both.
"If that's what you want, Son. Whatever you want...for your birthday."
"It's definitely what I want, Dad. And then you can fuck me," I added as I extracted myself from his asshole and his underwear.
"No, we're not going there," Dad said, drawing the line.
"We'll see," I laughed, pulling off his underwear as he lifted up his hips. Once he was free and naked, he rolled over on his belly. I quickly climbed on top of him, straddling his legs and rubbing my stiff cock against his crack. "Are you sure about this, Dad?" I asked.
"I want it if you want it, Son," he assured me.
"I love you, Dad," I muttered as I grabbed my cock and pressed it against his pucker. I was so eager that I didn't even think about lube and Dad didn't suggest it.
"I love you (GRUNT!) too, Son," Dad replied as my cock burrowed into him. "Oh fuck," he moaned.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked nervously.
"No, I'm good, Junior. Enjoy yourself," he added with a laugh.
Dad never had to tell me things twice. I planted my palms on the mattress on either side of his chest and began eagerly fucking my cock in and out of his tight ass. His grunts and groans gradually became moans and sighs, which egged me on to even more forceful fucking. Deeper. Harder. Faster. What I lacked in technique, I made up for with enthusiasm.
Finally, Dad moaned, "Let me roll over on my back. I wanna watch my boy fuck me."
"Cool," I said as I quickly pulled out and sat back on my heels.
Dad rolled over on his back and moved into position in front of me. I grabbed his ankles and lifted them up to my shoulders as I scooted forward to quickly plunge my cock back into his ass. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as I eagerly got back up to fucking speed. Slamming my cock into him. My balls slapping against his flesh. I smiled as I watched him playing with his own nipples and biting his lip as he looked at me.
"You're so hot, Dad," I grunted.
"You too, Son," he replied as he slipped one hand down over his belly, over his cock, and even over his balls, until it came to rest with the V-shape of his fingers straddling my shaft as it slid in and out of his asshole. "Feels as big as your Dad's," he grinned.
I released one of his ankles and wrapped my fist around Dad's shaft. "Feels about the same size to me," I said with a grin.
"Fuck me, boy," Dad ordered. "Harder."
"Oh shit," I grunted. I had to release his cock to grab his ankle again for balance and leverage, but Dad didn't waste any time grabbing his own cock and stroking it in rhythm with my own thrusts.
"Gonna fill me with your seed, boy?" he growled.
"Just about," I grunted.
"Show your dad what you've got," he ordered.
"FUCK! I CAN'T... I'M GONNA..."
"JUST SHOOT THE FUCKING LOAD UP MY ASS, KID!" Dad yelled.
"I AM!" I yelled back, slamming my cock into his ass and crying out every time my body contracted and pumped my jizz into my dad!
"THAT'S MY BOY!" Dad yelled as cum exploded from his own cock and shot streaks across his chest and belly. Big, long, white streaks.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as his ass clamped down on my pulsing cock.
"Don't stop now," Dad ordered. "Fuck that cum into me."
Even though I'd shot probably the biggest load of my lifetime up to that point (at least it felt that way), I continued to fuck Dad's ass as both of our bodies began to come down from the high. Dad winked at me, gathered up some cum from his belly, and sucked it off his fingers. "Not bad, even if I do say so myself," he laughed.
I finally came to rest with my dick still burrowed inside Dad's ass. "Wow, that was fucking... AMAZING!" As I waited for my panting to subside, I reached out and gathered up some cum from Dad's belly. After savoring a nice, warm, tangy sample, I said, "Yeah, not bad for an old guy."
Dad quickly wrapped his legs around me, and before I knew what was happening, I was the one flat on my back, and my dad was on top...but still with my dick up his ass. "The old man still has a few surprise moves left," he laughed.
"Can't wait for you to show them all to me," I said as I reached out and began slowly stroking his softening, spent cock.
*****
Dad showed me a lot of moves during the following almost two years, including (eventually) his fucker moves. They were worth waiting for. At the same time, Stepdad Phillips showed me more of his fucker moves as well. Yeah, he married Mom as planned...the day after the divorce was final, and whenever she had to work nights (which fortunately was often), I knew I was going to get fucked.
During all that time, I never told Dad what my stepdad and I got up to, and he never asked... about that or any of the whoring around that I was doing at Truck Stop Road after I started working there. He just pretended to act all innocent when his trucker buddies kept complimenting him on what a talented son he had. "I know," he would reply. They never dreamed that he really did know!
That's why I knew something unusual was up when he actually invited me to be part of a threeway with one of his hookups, a guy I'd tried to catch for myself. I didn't realize at the time just how unusual or special that encounter was going to be, but I was sure glad it happened.
*****
"Junior! Hey, Junior!" Dad slapped me on the bare ass.
"What?" I grumbled, rolling over.
"Danny here was wondering if you were up for another morning spit-roast."
"Who's in the middle?" I asked groggily.
"Me, of course," Danny replied. "One more for the road."
"Or maybe you should come check out our house," Dad suggested. "Someone who got as little sleep as you did last night shouldn't be driving."
"I'll think about it while you two are roasting me," Danny grinned.
"Deal," Dad replied. "Which end do you want, Junior?"
"Whichever end is the tightest," I laughed, finally waking up for action.
"I'm not sure either end is tight after a night with you two," Danny laughed.
"Better get used to it," Dad replied, presenting his hard cock for Danny to swallow. Dad had a strange look in his eye, one that I'd never seen before.
"I just might," Danny replied seriously.
"I guess that leaves me bringing up the rear," I said as I easily slipped my dick into Danny's well-used asshole.
"Oh yeah," Danny moaned before his mouth was filled with Dad's cock.
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