Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 20:09:16 -0800 (PST) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 2 (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 2 It had been several hours since we stopped for lunch at the truck stop. During all that time, Mom managed to keep up her own little running monologue about the family reunion, the scenery, and whatever else popped into her mind. Dad remained virtually silent, but several times I did catch him glancing at me in the rearview mirror. For my part, I just turned up the iPod and tried to act like nothing had happened. I always figured that Mom and Dad had to have some sort of clue about what my best friend, Barry, and I were getting up to when we spent so much time alone in my bedroom. Then again, I'd known Barry forever, so maybe they didn't give it a second thought. From the curious looks he was giving me now though, I guessed my Dad was suddenly giving it a second thought. Probably a third, a fourth, and even a fifth one too. He was almost certainly thinking about what his son had been doing alone with a strange trucker in the parking area of a truck stop--especially if he'd got even a mild whiff of the aromas that still clung to my body after I'd been fucked by that trucker, Hank. Finally, I saw a promising sign as it went past in a blur: "Rest Area 1 Mile." If nothing else, I could try to wash up a bit, so Dad would put the car windows up again. It was actually starting to get cold, but when I'd tested the level of sex aroma a few times by tucking my nose into the front of my t-shirt and taking a whiff, I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to ask for the windows to be up. In fact, rather than going away, it seemed to be getting stronger. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Unfortunately, all of the repeat smell tests had the effect of making me ultra-horny again. "Can we stop at that rest area?" I asked as casually as I could. "We're almost at the reunion," Dad replied flatly. "There's no reason to stop now." Shit, this was my last chance to wash up...after maybe blowing a quick load. "I need to take a dump." The idea just popped into my head and out of my mouth. "Can't you wait until we get to the motel?" he asked. The look he gave me in the mirror was almost a glare, but I persisted. "It's an emergency," I said, clutching my stomach to add emphasis--probably a little too much emphasis, but it got my mother's sympathy. "Let's stop, Eddy," Mom said. "Joey needs to use the facilities, and I could sure stretch my legs. Couldn't you?" "I guess so," Dad said grudgingly, without looking at me in the mirror. "Thank god!" I thought as Dad pulled the car off the highway and into the rest area. There were a couple cars already in the parking area, but Dad parked well away from them, making me walk farther to get to the restroom. I guess that was his little revenge for losing the battle. I quickly got out of the car and headed off, trying to maintain the sense of urgency. "Don't be too long!" Dad called out. "Leave the boy alone, Eddy," I heard my mother say. "He can't help his bowels." Okay, Mom, slightly embarrassing in a public place! I dashed into the men's room and looked around for paper towels. Of course, there were only air dryers. Big help. I walked past the urinals and quickly ducked into the first stall to grab some toilet paper. Success. I spun the roll quickly and tore off a large pile of paper. Returning to the sink, I quickly tucked the front of my t-shirt up over my head and behind my neck--exposing my stomach but still keeping my back and shoulders covered. I got some soap from the dispenser and rubbed it on my chest and stomach. I ripped off a handful of paper and got it wet under the tap. And then I began to wash off the soap using the wet toilet paper. I even took a swipe under my arms for good measure. Anyway, that took care of any cum residue from the load I shot in Hank's truck. Now to take care of any signs of the cum that Hank shot up my ass and the lube that helped him do it. I unbuckled, unzipped, and started to lower my jeans to give myself a good crack wipe. However, I froze quickly when I heard a noise. Had someone been here all along? I quickly leaned over and looked under the stall, but didn't see anything but the bases of the two toilets. Shrugging, I lowered my jeans and began to wipe with some wetted toilet paper, before drying with the rest of the paper. At that point, I couldn't resist and began fingering my asshole. I leaned over the sink, balancing with my free hand, and the new position made it even easier for me to bury my middle finger deep in my ass. I closed my eyes and slowly fucked myself on my own finger, exploring deeply to reach the prostate pressure button. I knew I shouldn't be wasting time, but I was enjoying myself and my cock was getting hard quickly. "Need some help?" Surprised by the deep booming voice that suddenly filled the room, I lost my balance. My hand slipped off the sink, and the only thing that kept me from cracking my chin on the sink was a quick spin while pulling my finger out of my ass. As it was, I ended up on the floor with my bare ass on the ground and my hard cock sticking up from my lap. I tried to stand and pull up my pants at the same time and almost ended up back on the floor. "Careful there," the stranger said. "Don't hurt yourself." "I'm sorry," I mumbled as I tried to get my stiff cock back into my pants. "I didn't realize you were there." "Does it look like I have a problem with what you were doing?" I finally looked at the stranger and got a pleasant surprise. He was more than six feet tall, with a muscular build, a glowing tan, and well-molded thighs packed into a pair of tight jeans. His shirt was hanging open, revealing a hairy chest, and he had a big grin on his face. But more important, he was stroking a hard uncut cock. I instantly stopped trying to hide my own cock. "I guess not," I laughed. Almost without realizing it, I started to stroke my own cock as I grinned at the stranger. "Nice...cowboy boots," I said, looking down as his feet. "Do you always keep your feet in the air when you're on the toilet?" "You got me," he said. "I didn't want to be interrupted either," he added with a laugh. The stranger stepped closer to me while continuing to stroke his cock. I was mesmerized watching the foreskin more back and forth over the head of his cock. "Can I help?" "Help yourself," he said with a laugh. The stranger dropped his hand away from his cock and it bounced slightly. I gingerly reached out and wrapped my hand around his warm cock. For a moment, I didn't move, and then I slowly slid my fist along the shaft, bringing the foreskin up over the head. I then slid my fist back down the shaft, retracting the foreskin and exposing the head. "You like my hood, do you?" "What?" "My foreskin." "Oh. Yeah. Definitely. Wish I had one." "Want to share mine?" "I don't..." "Let me," the stranger said, stepping so close that our cocks collided. I released his dick, and he took hold of mine. The feel of his big hand wrapping around my cock almost made me shoot my load there and then, but I managed to hold off. However, I didn't manage to stifle the moan that erupted from my throat. "Like that, do you?" he asked, giving my shaft a couple slow strokes. "Definitely," I sighed. "Then you'll love this." The stranger stopped stroking me and brought the tips of our cocks together. I then watched in fascination as he began pulling his foreskin over the head of his own cock and on over the head of MY cock! "Oh shit!" I said, feeling his foreskin slide across my own skin. "That's amazing." "You ain't felt nothing yet," he laughed. "Fuck me." "What?" I asked, surprised. "Fuck your dick into my hood." I didn't have to be told twice. As he firmly gripped the end of his foreskin and the shaft of my cock, I began to fuck into the tunnel he had created. My cock head pressed against his, and I could feel the slippery connection where our precum was mingling together on our dicks and inside the stranger's skin. With his free hand, the stranger reached down and grabbed my balls as well. "I never..." I barely managed to moan. The feeling was like nothing else I'd ever felt. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that I closed my eyes and let me head fall back slightly. The next thing I knew, I suddenly felt the stranger's lips pressing urgently against mine and I wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss me. I was the one with my hands free, and I reflexively reached up and wrapped my arms around the stranger's neck. I opened my mouth slightly, and he did the same. Our tongues battled over which was the more eager to explore. I was fucking into the foreskin tunnel as eagerly as I was trying to explore his mouth and savor his flavors. The stranger tugged on my balls, and it was the final straw. I began moaning and grunting into the guy's mouth, and I tried to pull away to warn him. I released my hold on his neck, but at the same time, the stranger released my balls and grabbed a firm hold on my neck. I continued to moan into the kiss and thrust violently into the foreskin tunnel. My knees were about to buckle. The stranger obviously knew what was coming, and he wasn't backing away. In fact, he tightened his grip on his foreskin around my cock as well as his grip on my neck. There was no escape, but I didn't want to anyway. My scream was muffled by our frantic kissing as my cum began to erupt into the foreskin tunnel. My cum flooded over the stranger's cock and I continued to fuck into it. I sagged against the stranger with my arms again around his neck, and he relaxed his hold on my neck and cock, but he didn't let go. "Thanks," I sighed, burying my face against his collarbone. "Thank YOU," the stranger laughed softly and thrust his cock against mine, which was still invading his foreskin. I also felt him kiss my hair lightly. "You're some hot kid." I took a deep breath and straightened up. I exhaled deeply when I was standing on my own again, and I slowly withdrew my cock from the foreskin tunnel. "You're not so bad yourself," I laughed. "Don't worry. I'm just going to see what's keeping him!" my dad yelled outside. The stranger spun into the nearest stall, and I dove into the second stall. I barely managed to get the stall door slammed before I heard the restroom door open. "Jason!" "Yeah, Dad?" I called back, collapsing onto the toilet. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I told you I had to take a dump," I called out. At the same time, I looked up and saw the stranger's cock snaking its way through a glory hole between the two stalls. "We haven't got all day," Dad said. I could tell Dad was about to lose it, but I had other things on my mind. "It's a big one!" I called out, leaning forward to take a lick at the cum leaking out of the foreskin on the stranger's dick. Cum streaked across my cheek when the stranger coughed at my double entendre. "Well, take care of it and get out to the car," Dad ordered. "Okay, Dad. I'll be right there." As I heard the door close, I leaned forward and took the stranger's cock in my hand. I pulled the foreskin down the shaft to expose the cum-covered head. I quickly wrapped my lips around the cock head and began licking it clean, savoring the taste of my own cum mingled with the stranger's precum. "That feels good, but it sounds like your dad's in a hurry. If you want my load, you're gonna have to get jacking." I definitely wanted what he had, so I backed up slightly with just the tip of his cock in my mouth. I then began to jerk franticly like I did to myself when all I wanted to do was cum. "That's it, kid. Yeah, that's working it. Gonna give you a load soon if you want it." I flicked my tongue around the cock, tightened my grasp, and jacked even harder. I could hear his balls slapping between the partition and his thighs. "Yeah, jack that cock, kid, and open wide. Gonna give you a load soon. Oh fuck. I've been saving this load for a couple days. Get ready kid. I'm gonna flood your mouth soon. Oh yeah, fuck. Eat it, kid. Eat my CUM!" he yelled. I swallowed quickly as shot after shot of cum flew into my mouth. I clamped my lips tightly around the cock to keep from spilling a drop as the stranger continued to fuck his cock into my mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned. That's nice. I forced one final glob of cum out of his dick and into my mouth, and then I sat back to lick my lips. "Thanks for the tasty snack," I said. "My pleasure," he laughed. "Joey! We don't have all day," Dad said firmly. I hadn't heard him come back in. "I'm finished," I confirmed. "I'll be out as soon as I wash up." "Make it quick," he ordered. "And wash up good this time." The door slammed shut. "That was close," the stranger said. "You're telling me," I said, pulling wads of toilet paper off the roll. I wiped my cock as clean as I could with the paper, tossed it in the toilet, and flushed. I then took the rest of the paper, exited the cubicle, and headed toward the sink with my cock still hanging out. As I began to wash and dry my cock, the stranger stepped out of his cubicle. I glanced over and saw him tucking his cock away inside his tight jeans. "You're a good kid, Joey," he said as he stepped up beside me. "I'm not a kid," I said defensively. "I'm eighteen." "You're still a kid to a man my age," he said, "especially with cum all over your face." He laughed and then leaned in to lick a streak of his cum off of my cheek. That eliminated any shred of dignity I had left, so I just started laughing. "Thanks," I said and quickly kissed him on the lips. "Any time," he said, as he buckled his belt. "Now hurry up. You don't want to keep your dad waiting." "Probably not," I said, giving myself one last wipe with the dry toilet paper before stuffing it all in the trash and then stuffing my cock back in my jeans. As I finally pulled my t-shirt back over my head and stepped over to the door, the stranger opened it and stood back. "Age before beauty," I said with a grin. "Slut before stud," he responded with a laugh. "Well, when you put it that way," I said and headed out the door. I heard the door close and quickly looked back. No one. I guess he thought it wouldn't be a good idea for us to come out of the bathroom together. ***** Dad was leaning against the front of the car with his arms folded across his chest, and mom was standing in front of him with her back toward me. As usual, Mom was doing all the talking, and Dad was doing all the listening. "Sorry I took so long," I said. "I've enjoyed the chance to stretch my legs," Mom said as she turned around to face me. "Well, what are we waiting for?" I asked. "JOSEPH!" my mom yelled, looking over my shoulder. I turned and saw the stranger, who had just emerged from the restroom, stop in his tracks. He looked over at my mom for a moment and then yelled gleefully, "MAGGIE!" In a few huge strides, the stranger reached my mother, threw his arms around her, picked her up, and swung her around. My heart jumped into my throat as I realized that I'd just sucked the cock of some guy my mother obviously knew well. "It looks like life has been agreeing with you all these years, Joseph," my mother gushed. "You don't look so bad yourself," he responded. "Imagine running into you like this," Mom continued. "Hello, Eddy," the stranger said, holding out his hand to Dad. "Hello, Joseph." Dad sounded kind of tense, but he did shake the man's hand. "And this is Joey," Mom said. "Hello, Joey," he said. I must have been in a state of shock or something, because I didn't move and couldn't utter a word. "What's the matter with you, Joey?" Mom asked. "I'm sorry, Joseph. He's usually much more outgoing than this. Aren't you, Joey? Come on, shake your uncle's hand." Uncle Joseph gave me a wink as I finally reached out and took his hand in mine. A shot of electricity shot through my body. "It's good to see my godson and namesake after all these years," he grinned. "I thought you looked familiar when I saw you inside." I continued to hold his hand as the shocks just kept piling up. "I'm not surprised you don't recognized your uncle," Dad said, with a slight edge in his voice. "He hasn't seen fit to visit us for more than fifteen years." "Now, Eddy, you know Joseph has his hands full taking care of that ranch. He doesn't have time to be running all over the country, even if it is to visit his baby sister and her family." Mom gave Uncle Joseph a quick kiss on the cheek, and I finally let go of his hand. "Pleased to me you," I mumbled. "You too," he said, and added a wink. I quickly dived into the car so no one would see the new hardon that was starting to fill my jeans. I'd just sucked my uncle's cock, and the idea turned me on even more than sucking a stranger's cock! Just before I put my earbuds in, I heard Dad say, "Nice boots, Joseph." That comment had my mind jumping, and I couldn't concentrate on the music that suddenly began to pound in my ears. I watched in silence as the three chatted for a short time before the men shook hands and Mom gave Uncle Joseph another quick hug. As my parents got into the car, Uncle Joseph gave a quick wave in my direction, and I gave him a quick wave in response. "I had no idea Joseph was going to be at the reunion," Mom said. "You'll like your Uncle Joseph." "What?" I asked, taking out the earbuds. "I said I hope you make an effort to get to know your Uncle Joseph at the reunion," Mom said. "He seems okay," I said nonchalantly. "We'll see." I put the earbuds back in, but as I did so, I caught Dad looking at me in the mirror again. This time, I swear he raised an enquiring eyebrow. "I'm sure he will force himself to do whatever it takes to keep his mother happy," Dad said before he put the car in gear and backed out of the parking space. [Hope you enjoyed the latest installment of this fictional series. 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)