Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 05:07:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Truck Stop Road Chapter 4 This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! TRUCK STOP ROAD PART 4. CHARLIE'S STORY The first time I fucked Robby, or Junior, as his mom and dad call him, he was just another one of my students. I'd actually fucked a few students, both male and female, during my career. Junior was just the only one that was on the verge of becoming my stepson when it happened. I kidded him about keeping it up after I was his stepdad, but I didn't really plan for that to happen. Junior had other ideas. Me being married to his mother didn't stop him from repeatedly making plays for additional rounds of fucking. I put him off as long as I could, which admittedly wasn't really that long. The whole pervy thing of fucking my stepson really turned me on. And after he fucked me for the first time, there was no going back. I needed and wanted it at as much as he did. At the same time, I did make a heroic effort to keep my wife, his mother, satisfied as well. I loved her and was happy to be married to her. Getting to fuck with her son was just and extra-special bonus. So, we were all a little shocked when the wife turned up preggers. I figured she was past that, with a grown son and all, but the growing belly and pregnancy tests didn't lie. Unfortunately, the doctor said the pregnancy could be risky at her age and warned her to take every precaution she could. In her mind, that included no more sex. In her condition, she didn't even feel like giving me an occasional blowjob. So, I relied on Junior more and more for sexual relief...him and the park restroom, which occasionally turned out to be the same thing. Getting caught (and fucked) by his dad was a complete surprise, but a very pleasant turn of events. So was waking up in the morning to the gently rocking of the bed and discovering that Bud was face down on the mattress with Junior lying on top of him and obviously giving his dad a slow morning fuck. "Mmmm, that feels so good, Son," Bud sighed. "Sure does," Junior agreed. "I miss you when you're gone." I stretched and said, "Why don't I go throw together something for breakfast while you two finish up." "This might take a while," Junior said. "We'll be done in a couple minutes," Bud laughed. "Fuck you," Junior replied. "Just as long as you keep doing it nice and slow," Bud sighed. My morning wood was telling me to join in, but for once, my mind managed to overrule it. I got out of bed, slipped on yesterday's underwear, and headed off to the kitchen. The father-and-son moans of pleasure followed me through the house. I'm guessing they upped the volume just to tease me. It worked. I had a raging boner all the time I was fixing breakfast for three. "Breakfast is ready!" I finally yelled as I finished putting everything on the kitchen table. "Be right there!" Junior called. "Don't stop!" Bud called after him. Before Bud's voice died away, Junior charged into the kitchen and stood at the table. My eyebrows raised in surprised as Junior pressed his thighs against the edge of the table and rapidly stroked away on his hard, throbbing cock. "What are you doing?" Bud asked groggily as he followed Junior into the kitchen. "I really wanted your load." "You have to share," Junior grunted. "Oh yeah, almost there." "What are you doing?" Bud repeated with a laugh when he saw Junior jacking away. "Putting the finishing touch on Charlie's breakfast," Junior panted. I just grinned and moved the bowl full of scrambled eggs and the plate of bacon closer to Junior. "Thanks, Charlie," he grunted as he continued pumping his cock with one hand and began twisting his ballsac with the other. "Won't be long." "Let me help," Bud said, walking up being Junior and wrapping his arms around his son. "Oh yeah," moaned Junior as Bud started pinching and twisting his son's nipples. "Harder, Dad," Junior grunted. "Harder." Bud grinning at me and applied more pressure to Junior's nipples. "Whatever you want, Son," he whispered before leaning over Junior's shoulder to chew on his earlobe and lick his ear. "That's it, Dad. OH FUCK YEAH!" Junior yelled, thrusting his cock through the tight grip of his fist and sending streaks of cum flying across the eggs and bacon and even the toast in the middle of the table. "Damn, Junior," Bud said. "I'm impressed." "OH YEAH," Junior grunted and he forced a final load of cum to ooze out of his cock and onto his fist. He then turned his head and gave his dad a tongue-swapping good morning kiss. As they swapped saliva, I leaned over and licked the cum-covered head of Junior's dick. "Mmmm," he moaned into his dad's mouth as I sucked his still-oozing dick into mine. "Mmmm," I moaned in agreement. Finally, Junior broke the kiss with his dad and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "I'm starving," he said as he sat down at the table and licked the rest of his own cum off his hand. "Scrambled Eggs a la Junior," I declared as I scooped a portion of the cum-streaked eggs onto each of our plates. "With a size of Bacon a la Junior," Bud laughed. He picked up a slice of bacon, put it in his mouth, and then sucked all the cum off as he pulled the sliced back out of his mouth. "The sauce is the best part," he declared before putting the bacon back in his mouth and chewing away on it. "I know I'm taking extra helpings," I laughed, picking up the platter of bacon and sliding several strips on top of my scrambled eggs. "Best breakfast I've had in years," Bud declared as he began shoveling the eggs and bacon into his mouth. He'd obviously worked up an appetite. "But my ass is still itching for a morning load." "I'm sure Charlie can help you out," Junior said, "if you ask politely." "Turn about is fair play, I guess," Dad replied with his mouth full. "Is that asking politely?" I laughed. "Okay, would you do the honor of seeding my ass after we finish breakfast?" Bud asked with a grin. "Maybe, if you do the dishes." "I'll do the dishes," Junior volunteered. "Then maybe I'll join you two, if you're not too worn out by then." "You little fucker," Bud laughed. "I'll show you worn out." "Promises, promises," Junior laughed. He took a big bite of eggs and then grinned. "These sure are good." ***** Before that day was out, I'd fucked a load into both Bud and Junior, and they'd both fucked a load into me. Not to mention the loads we sucked out of each other when we were "resting" and building up energy for more fucking. It wasn't a situation that I'd ever expected to be in. Having sex with my stepson was bad enough, as pervy sex goes, but having sex with my wife's ex and watching him have sex with their son just pushed everything to a whole new pervy level...and I liked it! Bud didn't even seem bothered by the fact that I was married to his ex, although he did say at one point when we were alone, "If you don't keep making Junior and his mom happy, I'll kill you...after I fuck you one last time." He said it with a straight face, then grinned and laughed. Still, I knew he just might have meant it. But I had every intention of making Junior and his mom happy. I loved them both. Sex with Junior...and now his dad...was just a fun extracurricular activity. It had nothing to do with my wife. I put it on par with drinking and playing poker with my buddies. There was no reason for the wife to know they were fuckbuddies. At the end of the day, I disentangled myself from Bud and Junior and climbed out of the bed, which definitely stank of cum and sex. As I started to get dressed, but Junior asked, "Where are you doing?" "All good things come to an end," I replied. "They don't have to," Bud said. "Why not stay here with us until the wife comes home?" "Yeah, why stay in that house alone when you could be here playing with us," Junior chimed in. "Are you sure?" I asked, not sure how long the novelty would last for Bud. "You're welcome to stay here until the wife comes home or your lazy ass can't take anymore," Bud joked. "Is that a challenge?" I asked with a grin. "If that's what you need to convince yourself to stay," Bud replied. "I'm ready whenever you are," he added, stroking his cock back to life. "Oh, I'm ready," I assured him, shoving my pants back down and proudly displaying my own eager hardon ready for another round. "Let the games begin," Junior cheered. ***** "Oh yeah, nice and slow, Charlie, that does it," Bud sighed to me as I fucked his ass. He was leaning over the back of the sofa, and I was standing behind him, smoothly slipping my cock in and out of his hole. Junior was off at a friend's house or something. I'd considered going home when he left, but Bud convinced me yet again to stay. "I could really get used to this," Bud moaned. "So, could I," I assured him. "It's nice to have an alternate when Junior isn't available," I chuckled. "Why do you think I asked Danny to move in with us?" Bud sighed. "And what's he going to think about things when he gets back?" I asked. "This, for instance?" I added, giving him a couple of sharp thrusts. Bud moaned with pleasure. "He'll be jealous, unless you give him some too." "Does he fuck Junior too?" I asked, picking up my pace with the excitement that thought created. "Oh yeah," Bud moaned as I fucked his ass a little faster. "From the beginning. We had a threeway in my truck the night we all met." "Fucking hell, Bud!" I exclaimed, plunging my dick into him harder and faster with my newfound excitement. "Thought it was just a one-time thing," Bud grunted. "Thought wrong." "Junior kept a lot of secrets from me," I laughed. "Better safe than sorry," Bud replied. "Probably why he never told me his stepdad was fucking him." "Touche," I replied. "Touche." At that moment, Bud's phone rang. I paused, but as he reached to retrieve it from his pants on the sofa in front of him, he said, "No, don't stop." "You're a dirty bastard," I laughed as I resumed my steady fucking motion. "Takes one to know one," he replied before swiping the call on and tapping it to speaker. "Yeah?" "It's Danny," came the reply. "I see that, sweetie," Bud said casually, as if he wasn't taking a cock up the ass while he talked. "How are you doing?" "I'm good." "And you're dad?" "He's not doing well with a broken arm." "Sorry to hear that," Bud replied. "That's what I'm calling about," Danny continued. "I was wondering if it would be okay if I brought him to live with us for a few weeks, just until the cast comes off." "Ungh!" Bud grunted when I drove a little too hard into him. "Is that a no?" Danny asked with surprise. "No," Bud grunted. "It's not a no. If he needs the help, bring him. The more the merrier," he concluded with a grunt. There was a long pause, and then Danny asked, "Am I interrupting something?" "Not at all," Bud replied casually. "I can do to things at once. Especially when someone else is doing most of the work." I froze, waiting for Danny's response. "Don't stop," Bud ordered, so I resumed my casual fucking. "Does it feel good," Danny finally asked in a surprisingly low, husky voice. "Oh yeah," Bud moaned. "So good. So fucking good." "Is he going deep?" Danny asked, a little breathlessly. "Not deep enough," Bud replied. I rammed my cock in deep, and Bud groaned, "Oh yeah, that's better." "Slow or fast?" Danny asked. "Medium," Bud laughed. "Fuck him faster," Danny whispered. I was surprised but did as I was ordered. "Oh yeah, that's it. Faster. Faster." I gripped Bud's hips and really started throwing my bone into him. "Yeah, that's the way I like it." "Deeper," Danny whispered. "Deeper," Bud echoed. "I wish I was there," Danny said. "So do I, sweetie, so do I," Bud moaned. "Oh god, fuck me harder. Pound my ass." I grunted and followed instructions. Ramming my cock into Bud's ass. Digging my fingers into his flesh. Plunging deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Bud's grunts and groans kept pace with my assault. I could hear Danny's ragged breathing on the phone. He was really getting off on his boyfriend getting fucked! "Fill that ass with cum," Danny whispered hoarsely. I could hear him panting. He was definitely jacking off at the other end of that call. "Oh, he will, Danny, he will," Bud groaned as I slammed into him faster and faster. Flesh slapping against loudly against flesh. Loud enough for Danny to hear. "Harder," Danny hissed. "Harder." "OH FUCK!" I growled, plunging my dick into Bud with wild abandon. "I'M GONNA CUM!" I yelled. "DO IT!" Bud yelled. "FILL MY ASS WITH JIZZ!" "OH GOD!" Danny groaned at the other end of the line. "I'M CUMMING!" That pulled my trigger. I plunged my dick into Bud's ass as yet another load of my cum began to soak his guts. "FUCK YEAH!" Bud crowed. "FILL MY HUNGRY ASS!" I grunted and moaned and ground my spewing cock inside his tight, quivering hole. I groaned as his hole continued flexing on my shaft, squeezing more cum from my tender cock. "Oh shit," I finally hissed, when I couldn't stand any more. "Oh yeah," Bud sighed as I planted my hands on the back of the sofa and leaned into him, pushing my cock deep inside his cum-filled hole. "That was so hot," Danny sighed. He definitely sounded as satisfied as we were. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Bud." "Okay," Bud panted. "Good night, Junior," Danny said. Bud just tapped to end the call, then he looked over his shoulder at me and said, "I'll tell him when he gets home." I just grinned and shook my head. Bud was a source of never-ending surprises. ***** I made a speedy departure before Danny and his father arrived the next day. It would be awkward enough for Bud to explain the phone sex without having me present. Besides, they had plenty of non-sex activities to get through with getting Danny's dad settled. They didn't need a fifth wheel hanging around. As I left, though, Junior did tell me that he might come stay with me if the place got to crowded or the action came to a halt. I let him know that he was always welcome to visit. I also reminded him that his mom wouldn't be home for a few more days. "Sounds better and better all the time," he replied with a grin. "You horny cocksucker," I laughed as I gave him a quick hug. "The best kind," he assured me. ***** The next afternoon, I decided to make a stop by Bud's to see how everything was going. Okay, I was horny as all fuck and was hoping to get Junior alone for a few minutes...or maybe take him for a quick trip to the park. I could have just gone to the park on my own, but I decided to check the family options first. I knocked on the front door and waited and waited and waited. "Who are you?" an older man asked grumpily when the door finally swung open. "Uh, I'm Robby's stepdad," I said. "Who?" "Robby. Junior." "Oh yeah, never heard him called Robby before." "I guess I'm one of the few who still does occasionally," I admitted. It was a habit I got into at school, and I never really shook it, even after we'd started fucking around. "Well, he's not here," the older man said. "None of them are. Left me to fend for myself." "Um, is there anything I can help with, sir?" I asked casually, looking at the cast on his right arm. It was a full cast, from the back of his hand (with a hole for his thumb) up past his bent elbow and halfway up his upper arm. Must "I doubt it." "Would you mind if I waited a while for Robby? I'll text him, and if he's not going to be back soon, then I'll head out." "Suit yourself," he replied, stepping aside to let me in. "Thanks...uh...?" "Joe. The name's Joseph, but everyone calls me Joe." "Thanks, Joe," I said, giving him a friendly smile. "And you are?" "Oh yeah, sorry, I'm Charlie. Charles, but everyone calls me Charlie," I smiled. "Can I get you something to drink while you wait?" he asked. "A glass of ice water would be nice," I said. "It is hot out there." "I'm sure they've got something better than water around here," Joe replied with a wink. "Well, if you can find it, I wouldn't mind sharing a drop or two with you," I laughed. Joe disappeared into the kitchen, and I sat down on the sofa to send Robby the text to let him know I was waiting for him. Suddenly, there was a crash from the kitchen, followed by Joe yelling, "DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" I shoved my phone in my pocked and rushed to the kitchen. When I opened the door, I had a really hard time not laughing. Joe stood there with a bottle of liquor in his good hand, but he was white as a ghost. Obviously, he'd knocked a bag of flour off of the shelf when he pulled the liquor out of its hiding place in the cabinet. "Looks like you found something to drink," I said, just barely controlling myself. "I saw what was coming, but with this damn cast, I couldn't catch it. Took it right in the face before I could duck," Joe said. "That's how it happens, sometimes," I finally laughed. "You find some glasses," Joe growled. "I really need this now." He waved the bottle at me, then he sat down at the kitchen table and shook most of the flour out of his hair. "My son can clean up the mess as his punishment for setting up that booby trap." "Oh, I wouldn't call you a booby," I laughed as I grabbed two glasses from a cabinet and placed them on the table before I sat down. "I've been called worse," Joe replied. I noticed that he managed to open the bottle with one hand well enough. He poured us both rather large drinks, then put the bottle down and raised his glass. "Cheers!" "Cheers," I echoed before taking a drink of what turned out to be a very fine whiskey. "Oh yeah, that hit the spot," Joe sighed, draining his entire glass and quickly refilling it. "I guess all you need is one good arm," I laughed. "For drinking, anyway," Joe agreed semi-cryptically. This time, he only drank half of the glass in one gulp. "Yeah, it is good to have both hands working," I agreed. I took a chance. I raised my glass to my lips with one hand and mimed jacking off with the other. "You got that right," Joe chuckled, finishing his second drink and pouring a third. I finished my drink, trying to build up my nerve, and placed the empty glass on the table. "Don't drink it all yourself," I laughed. "I would if I could," Joe assured me while he filled my glass again. "Would what? Drink it all yourself or jerk off while you're drinking?" "Both," Joe grinned, with the whiskey obviously kicking in and loosening him up. He definitely wasn't the grumpy man who'd growled at me at the front door. "Well, you're definitely not drinking it all yourself. For the other, I guess you'll just have to take turns with that one good hand." "And break a life-long habit?" he laughed. "Always been a right-handed stroker," he clarified. "I think I could get used to left-handed stroking if I had to," I laughed. "Too hard to clean up afterward," Joe replied with a sad note. "Well, you gotta clean off all that flour anyway," I laughed. "Oh shit," he grumbled. "I forgot about that. What the fuck am I gonna do." It was almost a whine. I was beginning to get the idea that Joe was prone to mood swings when he drank. "Danny's going to be so pissed. He invites me into his home, and I make a mess like this the first time he leaves me alone." "Hey, that's what drinking buddies are for," I said cheerfully. "What do you mean?" he asked, temporarily suspending is downhill slide. "I'll help you clean this mess and yourself up. No need for Danny ever to know." "You'd do that for me? You don't even know me." "Then I'll just have to get to know you." I started asking him questions about himself as I tried to clean up the flour. Joe seemed glad to have someone taking an interest in him. He slowed his drinking to occasional sips as he told me about his wife passing away a few years earlier, how he'd been sorry when Danny decided to move away, but how glad he was that Danny had finally found someone. "You don't mind, then, about Danny...?" I couldn't help asking. "About him being gay?" Joe clarified. "No, not at all. His mother and I just wanted him to be happy. I think she would be relieved that he's finally happy and settled down. You think it will last?" he suddenly asked. "Hard to tell, but they seem to have made a good start of it," I said. "And that makes a good start of the clean-up," I declared, having managed to make the kitchen spotless again. "Now, we'd better do something about you." "How, with this?" Joe asked, nodding toward the cast. "I can't get it wet." "Shit, I should have dusted you off before I cleaned up the kitchen!" "Would have been the smart thing to do," Joe laughed. "Now you'll have to do it all again." "Oh no I won't," I declared, grabbing a trash bag from under the sink. "Wait, what are...?" "Come on," I said, holding open the kitchen door. "And don't go shedding that flour all over the place." Joe stood up carefully and managed to make it through the door without shedding too much flour. I was surprised, considering how tipsy those several drinks had made him. Still, he managed it and then followed me through the house until we reached the restroom. "Now what?" he asked with a grin. "First, you're going to get in the shower, so I can dust you off." "Good plan," he grinned, kicking off his shoes and stepping into the shower. I grabbed a hand towel off of the bathroom counter and stepped into the shower with him. "The more the merrier," he laughed as I began dusting him off. It didn't take long to get most of the flour onto the shower floor instead of on Joe. "That's better," I said, standing in front of him and assessing the results. "Now, this," I said, casually reaching out and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Wait, what are you doing?" he asked. "Taking these off, so I can throw them in the washer for you." "Oh, okay," he agreed as I worked the short-sleeve shirt back over his shoulders. His good arm slipped easily out of it, then I maneuvered the other sleeve down over the cast without too much trouble. "Success," I declared as I wadded the shirt up and tossed it on the bathroom floor. I then got down on my knees. "Lift your foot." "Socks," I laughed. "Might as well wash it all." "Oh, yeah," he mumbled, placing his good hand on top of my head to balance. I slipped off the first sock and tossed it on top of his shirt. He then rebalanced so I could pull off the other sock as well and toss it with the other one. "And now for the big reveal," I laughed. "Hold on there, I don't know," he said grabbing one of my hands. "We're adults, Joe. You don't have anything I haven't seen before," I said. "Just more of it," he suddenly joked cockily. "We'll see about that," I laughed, swiftly unzipping his trousers and pushing them down over his hips. Before he could raise any more objections, I grabbed the hems of his boxers and pulled them down with one rapid jerk. I was rewarded by a slap in the face with his cock. "Told you," he chuckled. I gulped. It was definitely an impressive uncut cock...and still soft. I tried to maintain some decorum. "Okay, step out of them," I said, looking down at my hands, which held his trousers and underwear in a firm grip. Joe put his hand on my head for balance again and then stepped out the remainder of his clothes one foot at a time. "That wasn't so hard," I laughed. "No, but it's getting there," Joe chuckled. I looked up and saw what he was talking about. His dick was growing in length, thickness, and stiffness right before my eyes. "You might have been right about your claim," I laughed. "Sorry, Charlie, it has a mind of its own, especially when I've had a sip or two." "Or a glass or three," I laughed. "Yeah well," he mumbled. "Now, let's do something about that cast," I said, quickly changing the subject. "Like what?" he asked, slipping back to his grumpy side. "Like this," I said, stepping out to grab the garbage bag I'll placed on the counter. I stepped back into the shower and held the bag open in front of Joe. "Stick your arm in." He looked doubtful but did as I instructed. I then pulled the top of the bag closed above the top of his arm. I played with it some to get it as secure and watertight as I could, then I used the bag ties to secure it in place. "That just might work," Joe said after examining my handywork. "Thanks, Charlie." "Don't thank me yet," I said, stepping out of the shower and getting undressed. "What are you doing?" Joe asked with surprise. "Cleaning off the flour you got all over me," I laughed. "I'll throw my clothes in the washer with yours later. Now, though, I'll help you get clean." I stepped back into the shower and turned on the water before he could object...and before it could warm up. We were both quickly soaked. "DAMN THAT'S COLD!" Joe yelled. "He doesn't seem to notice," I laughed, slipping my hand under Joe's cock and hefting it a couple times, like I was judging the weight. "Takes more than a little cold water to put him off," Joe laughed. "I'll bet," I mumbled as I released his cock and stepped around behind him. "Just relax and let me do all the work. I have two good hands, after all." "Glad someone does," Joe grumbled. "You're in pretty good shape," I said as I began to lather up his shoulders and his back. "For a guy my age?" he laughed. "For any guy," I corrected as I moved lower. I heard an involuntary moan as I soaped up his butt cheeks. "Whoah there!" he said, stepping forward slightly when he felt my fingers slip into his crack. "Might as well get you all clean," I said. "You never know when you'll get this chance again." "Well..." "Would you rather ask Danny to do this?" That prompted the response I'd hoped for. "I guess not. "That could be even more awkward that with a near stranger," he laughed. I smiled and started to slip my soapy fingers into his crack again. "Just watch what you're doing back there!" he laughed. "I know what I'm doing," I assured him as I lathered up his hairy crack. I could feel his but cheeks relaxing, so I slid a couple fingers forward in a rocking motion. Just lathering him up, I thought to myself with another grin. He let out a grunt when my fingers ran back and forth over his asshole, but he didn't object. "You wanna lean over so I can make sure you're clean." "That's clean enough," he assured me. "You're the boss. Turn around, and rinse off," I instructed him. He turned around, but I didn't move back. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and gently rubbed his back as the shower washed off the suds. I glanced at his face out of the corner of my eye and saw that he had his eyes close. I worked my hands down his back and spread his butt cheeks to get them rinsed as well. I smiled when I felt his cock pulse against mine, which started to grow. I didn't want to scare him off just yet, and I still wasn't sure he was up for more than a shower, even if his cock was. I stepped back and started lathering his hairy chest. "I gotta admit this does feel good after a few days of just a quick wipe with a washcloth. "I'll bet," I agreed, as I worked my hands down the trail of hair over his belly. He had a slight paunch, but not bad. He cleared his throat when my fingers dipped into his pube bush, but he didn't object. Things were looking promising. "What are you doing?" he asked when I sank to my kness. "Just being thorough." I skipped past his half-mast cock and lathered up his legs instead. I even massaged his calves a bit while I was at it. "That feels good," he sighed. "Okay, turn around and rinse off," I ordered, and he did it. My heart beat faster when his ass was staring right at me. It took all my self-restraint to keep from diving in and eating him out. Instead, I just reached around and ran my hands up and down his legs as the shower washed them off. I then stood up and wrapped my arms around him again, so I could run my hands all over his belly and chest to make sure all that lather was gone. "You sure are thorough," he laughed. "Close your eyes," I instructed. "Why?" he asked, suddenly warry again. "Gonna wash your hair," I replied as I reached up and started lathering his short, gray hair. I gave him a gentle scalp massage at the same time, and he let out a soft moan as he tilted his head slightly back toward me. "Yeah, that feels nice," he said. "Okay, turn around and rinse off," I ordered. His cock slapped against my hip as he turned, but neither of us said anything, not even when it ended up pressed against my own cock. I just reached up and ran my hands through his hair to make sure it all got rinsed out. I tried to ignore my cock, which couldn't keep itself restrained any more. I started growing and getting stiffer, until the head was nestled under Joe's balls. "Looks like mine's not the only dick that likes a drink or two," Joe laughed. "Guess not," I said. "Okay, one final thing." I dropped down to my knees again, with Joe's cock right in front of my face. I started lathering his pubs, matting them down against his flesh. Then, I slipped my hands under his cock and began lathering his balls. Joe let out a soft moan as I continued working them longer than was really necessary. It had the desired effect, though, as his cock began to stiffen again. "That's good enough," he said quickly when I gently took hold of the base of his shaft with one hand and started slipping his foreskin back with the other. "Gotta clean under the hood," I said, continuing to slick the skin back. "Oh shit," Joe muttered when moved my hand from the base of his cock and began to palm the head of his cock. I worked my hand in a rotating motion, running my fingers all around the back of the crown, lathering it up. I then started sliding hand over hand, with each sliding from the tip of his cock, down the shaft, until it reached the base. One hand returned to the head as the other slid down the shaft. Joe groaned as I kept up this motion. "Fuck, that feels good," he finally moaned. "Well," I replied, "it sounded earlier like this was just what the doctor ordered for a one-handed man. "I ain't gonna stop you now," Joe admitted. "How about now?" I asked before I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. "OH SHIT!" Joe bellowed. He looked down at me with his eyes bulging out. I looked up at him with a wicked raised eyebrow as I swallowed more and more of that long, thick cock before slowly bobbing back and forth on it. "You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome," Joe finally muttered. I just smiled with my eyes, since my mouth was full, and gently massaged his balls as I sucked his cock. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, giving him a quick wink before closing my eyes to savor the meat filling my mouth. "Oh yeah, that's it," Joe moaned as I felt him place his good hand on the top of my head and start thrusting slowly to meet my bobbing mouth. "Suck me, boy," he growled. I did my best, but it wasn't long before he had his fingers gripping my head and was just fucking his cock into my throat as deep as he could ram it. Again and again and again...until I finally choked and started to gag. He quickly registered my distress and pulled out. "Sorry, about that, Charlie. Got a bit carried away. "No problem, Joe," I said after a couple coughs to clear my passages. "It's been a long time since my dick has been inside anything," Joe laughed. "Well," I started with a sly grin, "now that you've tried my mouth, how about trying the other end?" "Your ass?" he asked, honestly shocked. "It's a chance to find out what Danny enjoys so much," I laughed. "And I'm willing if you are." "I've never..." "Not even the wife's?" I laughed. "Fuck no, she would have killed me if I'd tried anything like that," Joe replied with a great belly laugh. "She satisfied me to the end, but she did have her limits." "You wanna give it a try?" I asked. Joe looked at me for a while and then he finally asked, "Are you sure?" "Oh yeah!" I laughed. "Definitely." "Well, I guess it's now or never," he replied. "Sounds good to me." I stood up and quickly turned my ass toward Joe. I then grabbed the body wash and reached around to slop some in my crack. I'd never tried it before, but I figured it was better than nothing. I then leaned forward and planted my hands on the wall. "Go for it, Joe." I felt Joe working his cock into my crack, but it was very erratic. Not the best aim. "Damn one hand," he muttered. I reached back between my legs to help guide his dick to the target." "Thanks, Charlie," he said when his piss slit was firmly pressed against my asshole. "No need to thank me, Joe. I need this as much as you do," I assured him. "I hope so," he grunted as he pressed his hips and his cock forward. I relaxed as much as possible, and the tip of his dick easily popped into me, which was a little surprising. I figured it would be more difficult. I should have reserved judgement. As he continued pushing in that thick shaft and opening me up wider and wider, I definitely started feeling overstuffed. It didn't help that the shampoo was stinging a bit. "Just a second, Joe," I panted. "Too much?" he laughed. "No, just need to get used to it," I replied. "Let me know when," he said as he gently began rubbing my lower back with his good hand. "That's helping," I sighed, beginning to relax again. I let him keep it up a little longer, then I finally said, "Okay, keep feeding it to me, Joe." Without a word, he began to slide his cock deeper into my insides as he continued rubbing my back. Deeper and deeper, until his shuffled forward slightly and I felt his pubes pressed against my ass. "Damn, you took the whole thing, Charlie. I didn't think you could." "I am to please," I laughed. "Okay, now fuck me, Joe. But start slow." "I'll give you first gear and then shift into second in a little while," he chuckled as he slowly pulled out some of his shaft and then pushed it back in. Out. In. Out. In. Slowly gathering speed. "Second gear," he muttered as he increased his tempo. In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Faster. "Third gear," he grunted, now fucking me in a steady plunging motion. Again and again. Again and again. "Yeah, fuck me, Joe. That's the way I like it," I grunted as he started really slamming into me. "Oh yeah, fourth gear," he growled as he slapped my ass with his good hand and pummeled my hole with his throbbing cock. "Fuck, Charlie," he grunted, "this feels good." "I'd hate to think you weren't enjoying it," I laughed. "Throw me that bone, Joe. Harder. Pound my hole, man." Joe just grunted and grunted and grunted as he pumped his dick in and out of my ass. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls when they swung forward. "Oh shit," he grunted when I held them tightly as he pulled out and tugged on them when he sank his dick into me again. "Damn, never had anyone do that before," he panted. "Tighter," he grunted. I wasn't sure whether he meant my ass or my hand, so I gripped his cock tighter with my asshole and his balls tighter with my fist. "That's it, boy," he growled between clenched teeth. From the way he was panting, I figured he was either getting ready to cum or quit. I didn't think he could last much longer either way. I looked over my shoulder and asked, "You gonna cream my ass soon, Joe?" I watched as Robby, standing in the bathroom doorway, let his mouth drop open as he watched his step grandpa fucking his stepdad. "Just about, Charlie, just about. Damn, I needed this," he grunted. I looked over my shoulder again and winked at Robby, who grinned back at me and rubbed his own crotch. Joe just continued plunging his cock in and out of me. Panting faster and faster with every thrust. "Come on, Joe. Shoot that load. You can do it, old man," I laughed. "I'll show you old man," he growled as he managed to fuck me even harder, nearly shoving me forward off my feet. I had to release his balls and return both hands to the wall to maintain my balance. "Fuck yeah," he growled. "Get ready, Charlie," he grunted. "HERE SHE CUMS!" he bellowed, slamming his dick into me and freezing for a moment. "FUCK YEAH!" he roared, then he pulled out and slammed into me again. And again. And again. Creaming my insides with his jizz. "Take my load, boy," he growled. "Any time," I assured him. "Any time." "Jeezus fuck," he panted after he'd finally pumped the last of his load into my ass and was starting to relax. "You sure know how to make a man feel welcome." "You sure you've never done this before?" I asked him, looking over my shoulder and seeing Robby still standing in the doorway and listening. "Nope," Joe replied. "Gotta admit I wondered what all the fuss was when Danny came out to me and his mom. Now I know," he chuckled. "Not really," I replied. "What do you mean?" "Well, I get the impression that Danny prefers my position. That's just my impression. We've never done anything," I quickly assured him. "You think my boys the bottom in that relationship?" Joe laughed. "Wouldn't you be, if you had a big rugged trucker like Bud to top you?" I laughed back. "No, like my late wife, I do have my limits," Joe replied. "You never know. Until today, you'd never fucked a man before. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?" I added, looking over my shoulder at Robby, who smiled and backed out of the doorway. In the meantime, I think we'd better get you cleaned up again," I laughed. "Yeah, especially under the hood," Joe agreed as he slowly pulled his dick out of my ass. "Oh yeah," I sighed when I felt the head tugging to be released by my hole. "I'm not sure I'm gonna let you go," I joked. "Not even if I promise to put it back in some other time while I'm here?" he asked. "Only if you promise to put it back in several other times while you're here." As I laughed, Joe gave his cock one quick tug and it popped out. I let out a satisfied but disappointed moan. "It's a promise," Joe assured me. "Now, let's get me cleaned up again before the boys get home." With some effort, I stood up straight again and started to wash Joe again. Robby must have been watching the clock, because about five minutes later, plenty of time for us to finish, he called from the living room, "I'm home Grandpa Joe." "Go have a snack in the kitchen," he called as I toweled him dry. "I'll be right there." "No problem. Take your time." Robby called back. "Is Charlie still here? He texted." "I'm here," I called before Joe could reply. "Just giving your grandpa a hand." "I would have helped him," Robby called back innocently. "Not like you did," Joe whispered to me. I looked at him appraisingly for a second, then I said with a grin, "You might be surprised." Before he could close his jaw-dropped mouth and reply, I added, "Now, let's see about getting you some clean clothes and getting this flour-covered mess in the wash. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. 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