Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 10:52:18 -0800 (PST) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 1 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in grown sons getting to know their dads. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION PART 1 "Hurry up, Joey! We're ready to go," my dad yelled while pounding on the bathroom door. "Yeah," I responded, trying not to sound too irritated. "I'm almost finished." "Well, make it quick. It's a long drive, and we want to get there by nightfall." "Okay!" I shouted back. This time, I didn't care if I sounded irritated. I was. Every word he said was making it difficult to maintain my hardon, which was all I was worried about at that particular moment. I was standing over the toilet and stroking my hard cock like any normal 18 year old is guaranteed to do when he can get the time alone. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of my fist sliding up and down my shaft and over the head of my cock, but I also knew that Dad wasn't kidding. So, rather than giving up, I began to pound the crap out of my cock. My fist began to fly, my plump, well-filled balls began to slap against my thighs, and my breathing became ragged. God, I wished I could just beat my cock full time for the rest of my life! My jacking slowed a little at that thought, and I went back to enjoying the sensation of a leisurely stroke. Mistake. "Joey, I'm not kidding!" Dad yelled, pounding on the door. The yelling and pounding broke me out of my reverie and gave my body the extra jolt of adrenaline that it needed. "I'm cumming!" I screamed. And I was. The muscles in my thighs and ass began to contract swiftly. I thrust my hips forward and pressed my fist firmly into the bush around the base of my cock. I closed my eyes as the first jet of cum exploded into the toilet bowl. "Now, Joey!" Dad yelled. When the sound of Dad's voice broke into the ecstasy of my cumming, a vision I'd never had before appeared before my closed eyes. As I felt my cock shooting more and more loads, I suddenly pictured those pearly globs of cum shooting onto my dad's face and into his open yelling mouth. My eyes flew open in shock at the completely unexpected thought, but my body wasn't quite finished. My muscles spasmed and my cock deposited one last shot of cum in the toilet. I watched as the glob slowly sank to the bottom with the rest of my load. I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the tip of my cock clean, tossed the cummy tissue into the toilet, and flushed. After tucking my deflating cock back into my underwear and fastening my jeans, I washed my hands quickly and took a quick look in the mirror. My face was a bit flushed, but my breathing was at least returning to normal. I took one last deep breath and opened the door. "It's about time," Dad said. I just stared in shock, surprised to find him still standing there. And then suddenly the vision of his cum-covered face popped back into my head, and I had to stifle a laugh. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," I said quickly. "Well, get your stuff to the car. Your mother's waiting, and we can't afford to lose any more travel time." "Yes, sir," I said and ducked around him. "And next time, you come when I tell you to," he added. I turned back toward him but looked at the floor. "Yes, sir," I said again and froze. There on the floor beside the toilet was a pool of cum that had missed the target! "I'll be right out," Dad said and closed the door in my stunned face. I rushed to my room to get my bag and then hurried out to join my mother in the car. I sat in the back seat and slammed the door shut. Although Mom immediately started to chatter away, I had no idea what she was talking about. I was too mortified by the thought that Dad might see the cum on the bathroom floor. I just stared at the back floor of the car. I couldn't even look when I heard the driver's door open and felt the car shift as Dad got in and slammed the door shut. "Are we all ready to go?" Mom asked cheerily. "Finally," Dad said. And I swear it sounded like he wanted to laugh when he added, "We could have been out of here sooner if I hadn't had to clean up after Joey in the bathroom." "Did he leave a mess again?" Mom laughed. "All over the floor," Dad confirmed. "How many times have I told you to pick up after yourself, Joey?" Mom asked, but her voice still had a happy lilt to it. I'm sure my face turned a deep shade of red, but I couldn't keep from looking up as Dad began to back the car out of the driveway. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror. My first embarrassed instinct was to look away as quickly as possible, but that instinct turned to confusion when Dad winked. I swear. He winked! "Boys will be boys," he said, and I could tell from the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that he was smiling. He was joking about cleaning my cum off the bathroom floor and he was smiling! What could I do? I smiled a huge grin back at him before settling in for the long drive to the family reunion. ***** I don't know how far it really was from our house to the town where my mother's family was holding its annual reunion, but I swear it felt like we were driving a million miles or more. I was so glad when Dad decided we should have lunch at a truck stop. We all definitely needed to stretch our legs and get something to eat at that point. I needed something else, too. In spite of jerking off before we left home, I desperately needed to let lose another load. I had been in a permanently horny state ever since Dad winked at me while making it clear, without actually saying it, that he'd cleaned up a cum load that I'd accidentally left on the bathroom floor that morning. I figured if I wolfed down my meal, I could blow another load in the restroom while Mom and Dad finished their meal at a more relaxed pace. I stuck to that plan when my burger and fries arrived, and Mom made it clear that she wasn't happy about how fast I was eating. "You'll get indigestion eating so fast," she warned. "I'm starving," I mumbled as a justification around a mouthful of food. "Well, don't say she didn't warn you," Dad said as he took a bite of his own food. "Besides, some things should be savored." Their warnings fell on deaf ears, and I finished my burger in no time flat. "I've gotta use the restroom," I said as I started to stand up. "And then I'll walk around a bit outside." "Don't you want any dessert?" Mom asked. "Nope." "Well, don't get lost," Mom warned. "Take your time," Dad said. And then he winked. Again. For the second time that day, my dad winked at me. My dad was not a winker. It could only mean that he knew why I was going to the restroom or that he at least had his suspicions. "Ummm, okay," I said hesitantly. "We're actually running a bit ahead of schedule now," Dad added. "Plenty of time for dessert. And I want a piece or two of that banana cream pie." And with that, he game me a third wink of the day! "Ummm, okay," I said again and headed off to the restroom. As the restroom door creaked closed behind me, I saw that I was alone. There was no one at the urinal and there weren't any feet showing in the stall. I quickly went for the stall, locked the stall door behind me, unzipped, pulled out my cock and balls, and went to work. I massaged my soft dick, thinking how much I needed to blow a load. I tugged on my balls, thinking how full and tight they were. I even fingered my asshole a bit. Nothing happened! All my dad's winking had put me off completely, and I couldn't concentrate enough to get a good hardon, no matter how horny I was. I finally gave up, relaxed to enjoy a good piss at least, and then tucked my cock and balls back in my jeans. As I was washing my hands at the sink, I heard the door open and close. I didn't look up in case it was my dad. I couldn't handle that situation at that point. Still, as I dried my hands, I managed a covert glance toward the urinal...and immediately met the gaze of the man standing there. I couldn't pull my eyes away, and after a long pause, a grin swept across his face. "Nice ass," he said. "What?" I asked in surprise. "I said you got a nice ass, son." "Ummm, thanks," I said as I continued to wash my hands while staring at the man and listening to his powerful stream of piss striking the back of the urinal and running down the drain. He looked about the same age as my dad. They were even about the same height and build, with the same dark black hair. But unlike my office-worker dad, this guy had a really dark tan. "Any chance I could get a piece?" he asked. "Of what?" I asked in a daze. The guy let out a huge belly laugh, and I could hear his piss stream suddenly stop and start in time with his laughing. I glanced down when I heard some of his piss splash on the floor. He followed my gaze as his laughter subsided. "Woops. Sorry about that. Guess I lost control of my aim a bit when I was laughing. "Guess so," I said stupidly and looked back up at his eyes. "So, can I get a piece of your ass or not?" he asked with a serious but gentle look on his face. "Oh," I said, realizing how stupid I'd been. "Hey, sorry. From the look you gave me, I thought you were interested. No problem." And with that, the guy looked back down as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock. My heart began to race. I'd been fucking with my friend Barry for a couple years. It was just something we did, like going to the movies or playing basketball. Just another physical activity for two horny teens. We were best friends. That's it. No mushy stuff going on. No lovey dovey. No lifelong commitment. We just liked to fuck and get fucked occasionally when beating off wasn't enough to satisfy the drive. I'd just never been propositioned by a stranger in a restroom before. As the man zipped up his jeans and stepped away from the urinal, I backed away from the sink to give him room. I started to dry my hands, but I couldn't resist letting my eyes meet his in the mirror over the sink. "My parents are having dessert," I said flatly. "Then it would have to be a quickie?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah," I almost whispered, and then I bit my bottom lip. "Works for me," he said with a wink. For an instant after the wink, I saw Dad's face grinning back to me. I stumbled backward and had to brace myself against the wall. "Look, if you're not sure...," the man said hesitantly. "I'm sure," I said. "I just tripped." "Okay, we could use the stall there if you're in a real hurry, or we could go out to my truck if you have a few more minutes to spare. The sleeper is roomy and comfortable." "You're a trucker?" I asked. Another stupid question that elicited another belly laugh from the guy. "What did you think I was? A business executive?" "No, I..." "Been driving for 20 years now." "Wow, that's a long time," I said. "Is it? I guess so," the trucker said as he stepped over to dry his hands. "Speaking of time, we're wasting it." "Oh yeah, sorry." "No problem, son. But where do you want it? The stall or the truck." A picture of my dad walking into the restroom and catching me with a trucker's dick up my ass flashed before my eyes, and I quickly said, "The truck." "Good choice," the trucker said. "Especially since I've got some lube for you out there. Make it a bit easier on that cute ass of yours." "Definitely lube," I laughed, relaxing for the first time since the trucker entered the restroom. "Follow me," he said and opened the door. I did as he said and followed the trucker out of the restroom and on toward the exit from the restaurant. I risked a quick look over at my parents' table and saw that the waitress was just delivering two huge pieces of pie to the table. I had some time, but not a lot. ***** I followed the guy as we climbed into his truck. I was expecting a cramped space with little more than a narrow mattress, but the sleeper of this truck was as roomy and comfortable as he'd promised. It was almost like a mini motel. "My name's Hank," he said as he turned on a TV set and started a DVD playing. "Joey," I said. "Or Joe. Whichever you like." I was too distracted by the guys fucking on the TV screen to pay much attention to what I was saying. "How about 'Son'?" he asked. "What?" I asked, pulling my eyes away from the porn on the TV. "Mind if I call you 'Son'?" Hank repeated and he quickly began to remove his shirt, revealing a chest full of dark black hair and a treasure trail that led my eyes down to the top of his jeans, which he began to unfasten. "Um, no, that's fine if you want." After a brief hesitation, I added, "Dad." Hank smiled briefly, and then he got a serious expression on his face. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Are you sure?" "Eighteen last November," I said, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and holding it out to show my birthdate on my driver's license. Hank laughed. "Like there's never been a fake ID in this world." "I swear it!" I said adamantly, seeing my chance to get fucked by a trucker starting to slip away. "Okay, Son," Hank said with a grin. "I believe you, especially since it sounds like you want this as much as I do now." "Definitely!" I said as I pulled my shirt off over my head and revealed my smooth hairless chest. "Nice," Hank said as he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, unzipped the opening, and then pushed his jeans and underwear down his hairy legs...all while stepping out of his books and kicking them to the side. "Wow." I couldn't help myself. When Hank stood up and revealed his uncut cock, which was already at least six inches and still only semi-hard, the word escaped before I could stop it. I was also stunned a bit by the fact that he was tan all over. And I mean all over. With a chuckle of acknowledgement, Hank said, "Turnabout is fair play. Let me see what you've got." I quickly shoved my jeans and underwear down and stood up to display my fully erect seven-inch cock standing out at a 45-degree angle. "Wow, yourself, Son" Hank said as he stepped forward and wrapped his rough hand around my cock. "Can I kiss you?" "Definitely...Dad." Hank and I both leaned forward and our lips met. His lips parted and I could feel his tongue exploring my lips. I stepped closer, and our bodies molded together as my lips parted to let his tongue enter me. I savored the taste of his saliva and the sensation of his hairy chest against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as tight against me as possible--pressing our cocks together between us. As our lips separated, I began to slide down his body so I could taste his cock, but Hank had other ideas. He took a firm hold on my shoulders and laid me back on the bed. "I'd love to have your hot mouth on my cock, Son," he said, "but we're running out of time and I want your ass." "It's all yours, Dad" I said, lifting my legs and pressing my knees to my chest. "That's the idea, Son," Hank laughed as he reached down and pulled a tube of lube from a drawer under the bed. I was mesmerized watching Hank apply a glob of lube to his cock and spread it out along the entire length of his shaft, which was now a firm seven inches. The music and the moaning from the porn video were really getting me in the mood quickly, and I gently began to stroke my own cock while keeping my asshole on display. Hank kneeled on the bed and began to work lube up my eager ass, which clenched tight on every finger he inserted. "You're really tight, Son. Have you done this before?" "Yeah, my friend Barry and I do it all the time," I assured him. "Don't worry, Dad." "Then let's get this show on the road," Hank declared as he moved forward and aimed his stiff cock at my well-lubed winking asshole. He pressed a firm, rough hand square on my balls and the base of my cock, and with the other hand, he pulled the foreskin back as his cock head began to press at my hole and demand entrance. "Take a deep breath, Son." I did as instructed. "Good, Son," Hank cooed. "Now breathe out and relax." Again, I did as instructed, and Hank pressed firmly forward. When the head of his cock popped into my ass, I took another huge breath, but Hank wasn't wasting any more of the little time we had. In a continuous motion, he continued to fill my ass with his cock until I could feel his pubes pressed up against my ass. "Wow," I moaned as I exhaled. "Fucking amazing." "You ain't felt nothin' yet, Son," Hank warned. "Hold on for the ride of your life." "Fuck me good, Dad," I said with a grin. "You got it, Son," he returned with a grin of his own. Hank wrapped his fist around my cock and began pulling on it as he withdrew his thick cock almost all the way from my ass. He stroked back down on my cock as he buried his own cock deep in my ass again. I sighed with great pleasure from the sensations Hank was causing in my body. My breathing increased to match the increase of Hank's fucking and jacking action. His thrusts became harder and faster. Each time he plunged his cock into me, he knocked the breath out of me. I'd barely managed another breath when he knocked it out again by ramming himself deep inside of me. "You're on your own," Hank moaned as he released my cock and took a firm hold on my legs with both of his hands. His fucking became even more rough as his new hold produced better leverage for him. I grabbed my cock and began jacking in rhythm with his fucking motion. Our moans mixed with the moans of the porn stars on the video, and the sound of our flesh slapping together in repeated collisions was the most amazing sound I'd ever heard. "Oh yeah, fuck me hard, Dad," I begged. "Yeah, you have the tightest ass, Son. Better than I ever thought it would be." "Your cock feels so good in my ass. Harder, Dad. Please, fuck me harder." "You like it hard, do you, Son?" "Definitely. The harder the better." "You got it," Hank moaned before slamming forward with all of the strength of his thrusting hips. I had to place a hand above my head to keep my skull from being pounded into the wall. "Harder!" I screamed. "Oh god, Son, you're so fucking hot!" "Fill me with your cum. I want your daddy cum inside me now." "Fuck yeah, Joey, beg for daddy's cum." "Please blow your cum up my ass, Dad. Please. I've never wanted cum as much as I want yours. Fill your son with the cum that made him!" "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Joey. I'm gonna cum." "Yes, yes, yes," I repeated with every thrust. "I'M CUMMING, SON. I'M CUMMING!" Hank yelled, and then he thrust deep inside my ass one last time. Shallow thrusts accompanied every eruption of his cum inside my ass, and I knew I was being filled to the max and beyond. I could feel small rivulets of excess cum running down my ass crack and onto the mattress. As Hank began to recover, he realized that my unspent hard cock was just lying across my stomach. I'd been enjoying the feel of his cock in my ass so much that I forgot all about my own cock. "Your turn," Hank grinned as he took a firm grip on my cock and began jacking me furiously. I threw my head back against the pillow, clamped my ass down tight on Hank's cock, and began thrusting my own cock furiously into Hank's fist. "That's it, Son. Cum for daddy. Show daddy what a good boy you are. Give him some of that family spunk." "Fuck, Hank, I'm gonna cum." "Dad." "Yes, Dad. I'm gonna cum just for you. Just for my dad. OH FUCK!" I yelled as my cock began blowing streaks of hot cum all over my stomach and Hank's fist. "That's my boy," Hank said with a grin. He released my cock as my ass settled back onto the mattress, and then he shocked me by raising his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licking it clean. "That's hot!" I said in disbelief. "What, you never eat your cum?" he asked in surprise. "Never." "Then we'd better take care of that right now," Hank said as he ran his hand across my cum-covered stomach and then held his cum-covered hand up to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and took a tentative lick at his hand. "No, go for it!" he ordered, and without any more hesitation, I attacked his hand and licked it clean, like it was the last plate of food I would ever get. "That's better, Son," he said with a wink, and for a brief second, I saw my dad's face instead of Hank's. I relaxed back on the mattress and closed my eyes. When I felt Hank lean forward and begin to lick the cum off of my stomach, the mental picture generated by my mind was instead of my dad lapping up my cum. I reached down and gently ran my fingers through Hank's hair as he finished licking me clean. "That's the best I can do with my tongue," Hank said, sitting up. "Guess we'll have to use this to finish the job." I opened my eyes and watched as Hank picked up his shirt and wiped the rest of the cum residue off of my stomach. I then felt his cock slip free from my ass before Hank gently turned me on my side and used the same shirt to wipe the lube and cum from around the entrance to my asshole. ***** "So, do you and your dad really play?" Hank asked casually as he finished putting on a clean shirt. "What?" I almost yelled in surprise. "It all seemed so natural to you. I just figured you must have..." "Never," I said firmly. "But you want to," he said. It was not a question. "Until today, the thought never even crossed my mind," I said softly as I finished putting my own shirt back on. "And now?" "I don't know," I said honestly. "Do you and your son...?" I just let the question hang out there. "I don't have a son. I don't know why I asked you to let me call you that. I've never called anyone 'Son' while I was fucking him before, but I enjoyed it with you. I wouldn't mind having a son like you." The only way I could think to respond to that was to step forward, wrap my arms around Hank's waist, and give him a long sensuous kiss that was slightly flavored with my own cum. "Well," Hank said, after breaking the kiss and taking a step back. We'd better get you back to your parents before they start to miss you. "I guess we'd better," I agreed. ***** As we walked back across the truck stop parking lot, I told Hank all about the family reunion that was the destination for our drive. I even complained about it being located in some podunk little town that I'd never heard of before. "Too bad you don't need a lift," Hank laughed. "That podunk little town is right on my route." "That would be awesome!" I said. "What would be?" Hank asked. "Riding with you. Maybe then I'd get to suck that cock instead of just getting fucked by it," I laughed. "Watch your mouth, Son," Hank laughed. "I don't think your parents would approve of the language or the activities." "Joey!" It was definitely my mother's voice. I looked away from Hank and saw Mom and Dad walking toward us across the parking lot. Shit. Busted. "Where have you been?" Mom asked. "We've been looking all over for you." "Sorry, Ma'am," Hank said quickly. "This young man and I just got to talking and lost all track of time. My fault entirely." "Talking about what?" Dad asked, with just a hint of disbelief. "Truckin'," Hank said. "I was washing my truck when Joey walked by, and he just asked me what it was like to be a trucker." "And Hank offered to give me a ride, so I could find out for myself. He can drop me at the reunion. It's on his route." "Well,..." Hank started, but he needn't have bothered. "That's very generous of you...Hank," my dad said slowly, but we couldn't possibly let our son impose on you that way." "It wouldn't be any imposition, but I certainly understand," Hank said quickly. "You're one lucky dad, sir. Joey spoke very highly of you." "Did he?" Dad asked, with a little more surprise than I thought was necessary. "Yes, he certainly did," Hank confirmed. "Well, we think Joey is a special son too," Mom said. "I'm sure he is," Hank said. "I'm sure he is." "Thank you for taking the time to talk to Joey," Dad said distantly. "I hope he wasn't too much trouble." "No trouble at all," Hank said with a smile at me. "Come along, Joey," Dad said, and he and Mom turned to walk toward our car. Hank quickly slipped a piece of paper into my hand and said, "My cell. In case you want to arrange a ride some other time when we're in the same area." I opened the paper and saw Hank's name followed by a phone number. "Sweet," I said with a grin. "JOEY!" Mom called. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, which caused Hank to have a coughing fit. I tucked the paper into my pocket, gave Hank a grin and a quick low wave (in place of the hug and kiss that I really wanted to give him), and headed off to catch up with Mom and Dad. ***** As we pulled out of the parking lot, I caught Dad giving me a strange look in the mirror before he quickly looked back to the road in front of him. "Well, that was a nice place to stop," Mom said cheerfully. "We should keep it in mind on the way back." "Definitely," I said. "I think we could use a little fresh air," Dad said, catching my eye briefly in the rearview mirror. This time there was no wink. My heart skipped a beat as he began to lower all the windows. Could he smell the sex on me? I quickly resolved to wash up a bit better at the next rest stop. [Hope you enjoyed the first installment of this new series. I'm not sure at this point how long it will be. In the meantime, always play SAFE in the real world. And don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.] Other stories by this author http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/trucking-with-dad/ (a 12-part series about a son's time on the road with his dad) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-mate-and-his-dad/ (a 10-part series about a guy, his best friend, and their dads) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daveys-family-holidays/ (Holiday stories featuring Davey, Larry, and their dads)