Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 23:04:49 -0700
From: Dick Deliboy <deliboydick@gmail.com>
Subject: Making Sure I'm Doing It Right 2 (gay/incest)

Disclaimer: My name is Dan and I'm a 21 year old Mormon living in Utah.
This is a fictional story.  please feel free to e-mail me at
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Chapter 2: Keep Your Eyes on the Road


I still couldn't believe it!  Only 5 nights ago my dad was teaching me how
to jack off as he kneeled in front of my cock until I shot my load all over
his face.  Needless to say, this was quite the father-son bonding
experience; an experience that I never dreamed would happen.

This past week was a blur.  My dad and I didn't talk much after the
incident.  I didn't know if it was because we were purposefully avoiding
each other or if it was because our schedules didn't mesh.  My father was a
firefighter who worked the late shift.  He didn't have to go in to work
most days until 3 which was right about the time when I got home from
school.  I went to bed before he got home.  But today was Friday, which
meant tomorrow there would be no avoiding him.

Most nights I stayed in my room and studied vigorously.  Even though today
was Friday and I didn't have school tomorrow, tonight was no exception.  For
the past 5 days I did anything I could to keep my mind off my dad.  I'd
close my eyes for a second and see my dad's face covered in my boycream and
it would instantly make me bone up.  I didn't know why I was having these
feelings.  Was I attracted to my dad?

I couldn't think about it.   I forced myself to open up my history textbook
and I began reading.  However, I was only a few pages into the required
reading when my dad barged in.

"Hey sport.  Whatcha up to?"

"Just studying dad" I said, not looking up from books

He nodded his head and solemnly said, "I know I haven't been around much
this week, but I was wondering since I don't have work tomorrow and you
don't have school, that maybe we could go driving.  I know you are already
a pretty good driver, but you just got your learner's permit and I think I
can teach you a few things."

At first, I was shocked at the proposal.  It was nearly eleven o clock at
night and I knew how to drive perfectly.  Even though I procrastinated and
it took me awhile to get my learners permit, I have been driving since I
was fifteen.  My parents never cared.  I knew there was something else to
his offer that he wasn't telling me.

"Come on!" my dad begged. "Its late so we'll have the whole road to
ourselves".

"Alright."  I said, as I shut my book

"That's my boy.  Just let me change out of this uniform." He said, as he
exited my room

I looked down at my own attire and wondered if should change.  I was
already in my pajama bottoms for the night and I was just wearing a white
tee on top.  I thought about it for awhile, and eventually decided to
change into some cargo shorts.  I slipped off my pajama bottoms and as I
was bent over my dresser looking for some shorts, my dad came in my room.

"Ready spor...oh sorry bud" he stumbled.

I turned around suddenly as my half-hard dick swung between my legs and I
saw his eyes dart from my cock to his feet.

"I'll give you a minute." He said as he left my room and shut the door
behind him.

Embarrassed and flustered I scurried around my room looking for some cargo
shorts.  Having no luck, I suddenly realized that my dad came in my room
wearing his jogging shorts and decided that I would throw on my gym shorts
as well.

As I walked out of my room my dad was walking out of his and mom's room
across the hall.  He shut the door behind him and whispered, "just had to
kiss mom goodnight."

*****************

We hopped into my dad's red 2005 Honda Accord and I was ready to go.

"So where should I drive dad?"  I said as I started the car.

"Lets get you on the freeway.   Have you been on the freeway much?" he
asked.

I lied and said "no"

"Well great, turn here and we'll take the 90th entrance to I-15."

I made it to the freeway without any problems.  I really was a good driver.
Dad always used to have me sit on his lap and take the wheel whenever he
took me to soccer practice.  He would put my hand on the stick-shift and I
would put my feet on his for the clutch and gas pedal.  The results turned
out pretty well as I was the only one of my friends who could drive stick;
which made me wonder why Dad wanted to take me driving in the first place.  He
knew I was a good driver, maybe he just wanted to spend time with me...

I stared off into the distance of Utah mountains to the left of me, trying
not to look at my dad's crotch.  However, as I was gazing at the scenery, I
started to drift left without turning on my blinker.  I quickly jerked the
car back in my lane, feeling embarrassed that I demonstrated such poor
driving techniques.  I looked over at my father and he just chuckled

"Learning how to drive with distractions is one of the most important
lessons I can teach you," my dad said.  "At your age, with music, texting,
and girls bothering you, learning to keep your eyes on the road is crucial.
In fact I bet you were thinking about a girl when you nearly swerved off
the road."

I smiled awkwardly not knowing what to say

"Haha, its ok son," my dad said as he patted my right shoulder with his
left hand.  "At your age, im sure all you think about is sex."  His left
hand stayed on my shoulder.  "Its good to work through your distractions so
you can enjoy them while still being safe."

"What do you mean dad?"  I asked.

He stumbled around for a bit, until an example came to mind, "like this one
time," he began, "while your mom and I were driving to California to visit
Nana, she got a little horny and began giving me a hand job."

My jaw dropped as I stared at my dad.

"Eyes on the road boy," he replied.  "Don't act so surprised.  Your mom and
dad get horny just as much as you do and I'm sure you will get plenty of
handjobs on the road.  So you might as well be ready for them.  Lets
practice."

I was shocked.  I didn't know what to stay so I just kind of laughed it
off, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Come one boy, I can tell that you need it.  You have had a hardon for the
past 4 exits or so, and with those short gym shorts on, its kinda tough to
hide it."

I didn't realize I boned up and was just trying to focus on the road.  I
might have started getting hard with my dad's hand on my shoulder, which
was still there.  I hope he didn't think I was getting turned on by him.  But
maybe that's what he wanted.  Was my dad really gonna jerk me off while I
drove down the freeway?

Without warning, my dad reached his right hand into the right leg of my
shorts and slowly cupped my balls and firmly moved my cock outside of my
shorts.   I looked down at my dad's strong hands firmly grasping my boy
cock and I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Eyes on the road boy" he said in a firm tone.

I focused on the road making sure I wasn't speeding as dad began to move
his hand up and down my shaft.  He tickled my balls with his pinky and
tugged on my hardon.  He was really good at massaging my cock and jerking
me off and I began to wonder if this driving lesson was becoming more of a
masturbation lesson, and my thoughts traveled back to the night when dad
taught me how to stroke my cock.  I began to softly moan but made sure that
my eyes were on the road.

"Very good son," he chuckled.  "It seems as though your driving has
improved with a guy massaging your cock.  But lets see if you can keep it
up."

Not knowing what he meant, I continued to drive.  I didn't know how much
longer I could last until I lost control and emptied my balls.  I almost
wished he'd stop stroking my dick because I was sure I was gonna shoot in
no time.  Almost as if to read my mind my dad stopped pumping and rested
his hand on the base of my cock.  I relaxed a bit, but slowly became more
tense as dad began to shift in his chair.  Out of nowhere I began to feel
my dad's wet mouth around my cock.  I couldn't believe it.  My dad was
actually giving me a blow job.  And it felt amazing.

I heard slurping as my dad hungrily licked my cock and balls.  I didn't
dare look down, afraid that he would stop if I didn't keep my eyes on the
road.  While I managed to stay focused, I was sure I began to speed up as
my foot pushed against the gas pedal, spasming in ectasy.  I couldn't hold
out much longer, and as we reached 90 miles an hour, I released and shot my
load down my dad's throat.  I released my foot from the gas almost as if to
lift my legs up to give my dad better access.  Taking my movement as a
sign, dad moved his hand under my balls and began to finger my ass.  My dad
drank my cum as we began to slowdown on the free way.  Not knowing what to
do I just took the next exit and parked the car as my dad finished cleaning
my dick with his tongue.  When he got all that he could, he slowly sat up
and wiped his mouth with his sleeve with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great job son.  You passed."

Relieved and still in a state of shock I turned around and started heading
back home on the freeway.  It took all my willpower to keep my eyes on the
road because out of the corner of my eye, I swear I could see my dad's gym
shorts tenting up from his giant cock.


End of Chapter 2


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