Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 05:07:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Truck Stop Road Chapter 5

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TRUCK STOP ROAD

PART 5. JOE'S STORY

Like any desperate, horny man, I'd taken advantage of gloryhole
opportunities a few times throughout my life, mainly when I was out on the
road alone traveling from one place to another. But a quick, anonymous
blowjob was nothing compared to what I'd just done. Never in my life had I
ever contemplated having sex with another man, let along sticking my dick
up his ass! Still, my shower experience with Charlie Phillips had been
quite a revelation, and I had to admit to myself that I'd enjoyed it.

"Here you go," I said, grabbing my bathrobe from a hook on the back of the
bathroom door and handing it to Charlie.

"Thanks," he replied as he put it on and pulled it closed, hiding his
softened cock from view. "Wouldn't want to shock Junior," he grinned as he
stooped to gather up our clothes. "I'll get these in the wash. Come join us
when you're presentable, he said as he gave my own softened cock a good
look. Then he smiled and left.

"What the fuck," I muttered to myself.

"What do you want for dinner, Grandpa Joe?" Junior hollered.

"Whatever you fix," I called back. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around
my waist before heading off to my bedroom. "I'll be there in a bit," I
informed Junior.

*****

Things were a big awkward as Charlie, Junior and I sat around waiting for
the clothes to dry. However, Charlie and I managed to carry on a casual
enough conversation, considering he was sitting on an ass full of my
cum. Still, when the clothes were finally ready, Charlie quickly got
dressed and made his exit. "Look forward to seeing you again, Joe," he
called out as he left.

"You sure made a friend there," Junior laughed. "It usually takes a long
time for him to warm up to people. How'd you do it?" I would have sworn
there was a mischievous twinkle in those eyes.

"Oh," I replied as casually as I could, "we just found a couple interests
in common while he was waiting for you."

"Yeah, I saw that half of Dad's new bottle of whiskey is gone. He won't be
happy about that."

I figured Bud really wouldn't be happy if he knew what else Charlie and I
had been doing to pass the time, but I didn't ask Junior his opinion. "How
about watching some TV?"

"Gotta do some stuff in my room, but you go ahead."

"You'll go blind doing that stuff," I chuckled. It was a reflex, an old
joke I'd always kidded Danny with back in the day.

"But what a way to go blind," Joey laughed as he disappeared from view.

I flipped through the channels and finally stopping on some old
movie. After a while, I got bored with that too, since my mind kept
wandering back to the shower session with Charlie. I was going to yell at
Joey to see if he was finished with his "stuff" yet, but I then I had
another idea. I knew I shouldn't, but I decided to go see for myself
instead. I was shocked, and pretty turned on, by the thought of catching
Junior stroking out a load.

Instead, collided when he suddenly came bounding out of his bedroom just as
I reached the door. "Whoah!" I said, grabbing his shoulders to keep us both
from falling over.

"Sorry, Grandpa Joe," he replied. I was amused at how easily he'd slipped
into calling me that, but I did enjoy it.

"Did you go blind after all?" I joked.

"No, I had another successful brush with blindness," he laughed, which I
took to mean that he'd already shot his load and was now on to other
things. "They called and want me to work a last-minute shift at the truck
stop. Just a few filler hours. A guy got sick."

"Guess it will just be the three of us tonight, then," I said.

"Uh, yeah, that's what I was coming to tell you. Dad texted that he and
Danny won't be home until late."

"Then I guess it's just me and the rest of that whiskey," I said
grumpily. "Don't know why Danny bothered bringing me here just to sit
around by myself anyway."

"Hey, why don't you come to work with me. There's plenty of stuff to
do. Arcade games. Shopping. Food. And there's me," he finished with a grin,
holding his arms out wide to show off the merchandise.

"Sold," I laughed. "Anything's better than sitting around on my ass alone."

"Definitely," Junior agreed. "Let's go. They wanted me there 10 minutes
ago...but I had my hands full," he finished with a wink.

I just grinned and shook my head. Junior was just the happy-go-lucky
grandkid I'd always wanted but never figured I would have.

*****

When we got to the truck stop, Junior headed off to the food court for his
job. I decided to wander around the shops. I even played a couple arcade
games, but I wasn't very good with just my left hand. Cussing under my
breath at my stupid broken arm and cast, I finally wandered over to the
food court. It was past dinner time, and I was actually getting a bit
hungry.

"What can I get you?" Junior asked as I stepped up to the counter. "Oh,
hi," he added when he looked up and saw that it was me.

"I'll just have a number 3 combo, regular size," I replied, clumsily
fishing some money out of my pocket.

"Number 3 it is," Junior said cheerfully as I placed the money on the
counter. "Thanks," he said, picking it up and quickly handing me my
change. "Why don't you go have a seat and I'll bring it out to you."

"That's probably better than me trying to manage it all with one arm," I
agreed. "Thanks." I headed over to a table in the corner and sat with my
back to the wall.

"Here you go," Junior said as he set a tray on my table a little while
later.

My eyes nearly bugged out at the size of the drink and fried. "I didn't say
to super size it," I laughed.

"If you don't tell, I won't tell," Junior said with a wink. "That's always
been my motto."

"Well, if you're sure," I said, "I am starving. I don't think I'll have any
problem swallowing all this."

"That's my other motto," he chuckled. "Enjoy," he added before he turned
and headed back to the counter.

I must have been hungrier than I thought, because I wolfed down that food
in no time. I nursed the huge drink a little longer, but that was gone soon
too. I glanced up at Junior, but he was chatting away with a girl about his
age also working behind the counter. I pulled out my phone and did a few
things. Played a couple games. Checked e-mail. And then my bladder
basically said to me, "Fuck you, I'm not holding all this soda. Get to the
restroom now or wet your pants. I don't care!"

I saw Junior noticed me getting up, so I gave him a quick left-handed wave
and hurried off to the restroom. Once I got there, my troubles began. I was
in such a hurry, nervous I'd piss myself, that my left hand was all thumbs
and I struggled with my belt. Under normal circumstances, I hadn't had any
problem. I guess that made it even more frustrating. I was cursing at
myself and my pants and everything under the sky when the restroom door
opened.

"Having trouble?" Junior asked.

I looked over and saw him grinning at me. "It's that damn super-size drink
you gave me. Trying to go right through me."

"Let me help," Junior said, stepping up beside me and turning me to face
him. "Just don't piss on me," he laughed as he easily undid my belt,
unfastened my pants, and quickly pulled down the zipper.

"Thanks," I said with relief as I turned to face the urinal.

"Don't mention it," he replied, and before I knew it, he'd dived his hand
into the waistband of my underwear and grabbed my family jewels.

"What are you doing?" I shouted, more from the surprise than anything.

"Just giving you a hand," he said, gripping my dick and pulling it out over
the waistband.

"I don't think that's necessary," I objected lamely.

"So, call the police," Junior laughed as he flexed his grip on my
cock. "Or, you can just take a piss."

Fortunately, my bladder was so desperate, all it took was one relaxing
breath and the piss started streaming out of my dick. "Oh yeah," I sighed,
from the bladder relieve.

"Feels good," Junior whispered.

"Sure does," I agreed, referring to the piss.

"I'll bet it tastes good too," Junior whispered, giving my spewing dick a
slight squeeze.

My body reflexively cut of the piss flow as I took a quick look at Junior's
grinning face, but then it let up and continued filling the urinal. "You
drink...?"

"No," he laughed, "just suck. Well, then yeah, I drink...or at least I
swallow."

I just stared at him as my cock began to stiffen in the palm of his
hand. The stream of piss started to climb from the bottom of the urinal up
the back. "You're a...?"

"Cocksucker, just like my old man," he laughed. "Better watch your aim," he
added, pressing my hardening cock downward again. I just looked at him with
stunned surprise, not necessarily by what he was saying, but by how casual
he was saying. "And I take it up the ass just as good as Charlie."

My body clamped off the piss flow again. "He told you?!"

Junior just grinned at me. "No, I saw the big finish for myself," he
grinned as he slowly started stroking my dick since it wasn't pissing. "You
finished?"

"Just about," I replied, relaxing enough for a few final squirts of piss to
satisfy my bladder.

"That's good," Junior said, stroking the remaining drops of piss out of my
shaft and then shaking them off the head. "Now, I can get started," he
added, sinking to his knees and turning my hips toward him. The tip of my
dick hovered right in front of his mouth.

"We can't," I objected.

"It's not like you're my real grandpa," he said as he stuck out his tongue
and quickly licked the head of my dick.

"Still, we shouldn't..."

"Are you saying no?" he asked.

I looked around nervously. "Not here," I said. "Someone might come in."

"Plenty of guys have seen me on my knees in here," Junior laughed. "But if
you'd rather..." He stood up and, maintaining his hold on my cock, led me
toward the cubicles. I used my good hand to hold up my pants as I followed
his lead. Junior opened a door and backed in, pulling me after him. He took
a quick look to make sure the seat was down and dry, then he sat down. "Can
you manage the door?"

I quickly reached around and slid the lock closed behind be. "Looks like
it," I said with a smile.

Junior licked his lips. "I really want this, but if it's gonna freak you
out, say so now."

"If you want it," I said nervously, "you've got it."

"Thanks, Grandpa Joe," he said, and my dick jumped in his hand. "You like
me calling your Grandpa Joe while I've got hold of your cock?" It jumped
again and he laughed. "I guess that says it all."

"I guess so," I whispered as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around
my cock. "Oh yeah," I sighed, as those luscious lips slid down my veined
shaft and his tongue slid along the underside ridge. "I've been so horny
ever since this afternoon," I mumbled.

Junior just chuckled and sucked his way back up my shaft before swallowing
the whole thing again. I moaned at how good it felt. Like I said before,
I'd had a few gloryhole blowjobs before, but that was just a quick method
for getting off in a strange mouth. This was a mouth I knew and would be
seeing for the rest of my days.

At that moment, I sure hoped I had a lot of days left. I rested my good
hand on Junior's head and started slowly swaying my hips back and
forth. Feeding him my dick and then pulling it out, before slowly feeding
it back in with a steady rocking rhythm.

Junior moaned his appreciation and tightened his oral grip on my shaft. He
also reached up and grabbed my balls, which surprised me and disrupted my
rhythm for a moment. I got it back quick enough when he started tugging my
balls to and fro to help restore my fucking motion.

Once I was steadily feeding Junior my cock at a slightly increased pace, he
stopped tugging my balls and just started kneading them gently. I let out a
satisfied moan and whispered, "That's it boy. Play with Grandpa's balls."

"Mmmph," he moaned happily, and after that, his slurping and moaning sounds
started to grow. Not enough to make me make him stop, but enough that
anyone who cared to listen would know what was going on. And obviously,
someone did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cock slipping through a
hole in the cubicle wall. I'd been too busy to notice the hole before, but
the addition of a dick made it worth noticing.

I couldn't believe myself when I slowly reached out my good left hand and
wrapped my fist around that warm tube of flesh. "Oh yeah," the guy moaned
as he started fucking into my fist. "Sounds like you got a hot sucker
there."

"He's not bad," I replied, and Junior looked up at me with smiling eyes as
he continued to devour my dick.

"I wouldn't mind using him when you're finished."

"That's up to him," I said."

"Mmmph," Junior moaned, nodding his head as much as he could with his mouth
full of dick.

"I think that's a yes," I informed the stranger.

"Fuck yeah," he growled as he continued to slide his dick through my sweaty
fist. "I've been on the road all day. Thought I was just gonna pump out a
load before you guys came to my rescue." Junior suddenly pulled off of my
cock. He moved his hand from my balls to my saliva-slick shaft and
continued to stroke me as he leaned over and took the stranger's dick from
me seconds before it disappeared into Junior's mouth. "Oh shit, yeah," the
guy growled. "Sorry to interrupt, man."

"No problem, it's impressive just watching this kid work," I replied.

"Kid?" the guy said nervously.

"Only in relation to me," I laughed. "He's plenty old enough to know what
he wants. Nineteen, I think."

"Then suck away, kid," the guy growled. "I've been saving this load all day
just for your sweet sucking mouth."

"Mmmmph," Junior moaned, redoubling his sucking efforts. Based on the
grunts coming from the next cubicle, he was really slamming his dick into
Junior's throat, and Junior was taking it like a pro...while still giving
me a really enjoyable handjob.

"Yeah, suck that dick, Junior," I hissed, but obviously not as softly as I
thought.

"I knew I recognized that mouth," the guy chuckled.

Junior looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, and I just started
laughing. "And here I was thinking the kid was new to all this."

"Are you kidding?" the guy grunted, "Junior's the best attraction at this
stop. If he ain't blowin', the trucker's just keep goin'." he laughed.

"I'm impressed," I admitted.

"OH SHIT, JUNIOR, HERE IT COMES!" the guy grunted, and his hands suddenly
flew up to grab the top of the cubicle wall. He slammed his body hard
against the wall, again and again and again. "GONNA BLOW!" he warned.

I was panting rapidly, possibly more turned on than I'd ever been
before. "Suck him, Junior. Eat that cock." I don't know what got into me,
but I was super-horny hot.

"FUCK!" the guy bellowed as he crashed against the wall. "SWALLOW THAT
LOAD!" he ordered, and I could see Junior gulping again and again,
swallowing every load of that trucker cum.

"Oh shit," I suddenly grunted. "JUNIOR!" I moaned. Quick as a shot, Junior
pulled off the gloryhole cock and engulfed my dick again. "OH YEAH!" I let
out in a long load, shivering moan as my cock exploded in Junior's mouth.

"Eat that load, boy," the trucker growled as his own cock continued to flex
and bounce in the gloryhole. As my own jizz continued shooting into
Junior's mouth, I saw more cum ooze out of the trucker's dick.

"Better get that, Junior," I sighed, and Junior quickly switched cocks
again to suck out the rest of the trucker load.

"Oh yeah," the trucker sighed. "That's it." Junior slowly bobbed his mouth
on the cock a few times, then he pulled off while working his hand from the
base to the tip and forcing out a final glisten bead of cum. Junior's
tongue flicked out to get that last drop, then he turned back to my cock
and gave it the same treatment. That kid sucked my balls dry and then
stroked my shaft to make sure.

Finally, Junior slowly slurped his way off my dick and sat back. After a
few deep breaths, he sighed, "Thanks, guys. I needed that. Better get back
to work now."

"They should pay you to work in here," the trucker laughed as his dick
disappeared back through the gloryhole.

"The tips would be better," Junior laughed, and the trucker and I joined
him.

As the guy left his cubicle, he called out, "See you on the next trip,
Junior."

"Okay, Hank," he replied.

As the guy washed up and left, I just looked at Junior with an amazed
expression. "What?" he asked with a grin. "It pays to know the regulars."

"Does your dad know what you get up to here?" I asked. Not judgmental, just
curious.

"I'm sure he has a pretty good idea," Junior confirmed with a strange
smile. He gave my deflating cock a few final strokes and then said, "I
would like to wait for this guy to go again, but I really do have to get
back to work before Sherry pitches a fit for being left at the counter on
her own."

"Well, if you'd just put him away first, I would appreciate it," I replied
with a smile.

"Always glad to help," Junior smiled as he tucked my dick away, zipped up
my pants, fastened them, and redid my belt. "Just let me know when he wants
to come out and play again."

"He's certainly had a very interesting day," I replied. "We'll have to see
what he thinks after his head has had a chance to recover."

"Well," Junior said with a shrug, "if you want to, I'm game. If it's too
weird for you, I get it. I mean I would really like to get it more, but I
get it." He winked and licked his lips, and I burst out with a belly laugh.

"You're alright, kid."

"So are you, Grandpa Joe," he grinned.

****

I felt a bit uptight as we sat around watching television that
evening. Danny and Bud were cuddled up on the sofa, Junior was stretched
out on the floor, and I was sitting in a nice, comfortable, overstuffed
chair. But as comfortable as the chair was, I just couldn't get comfortable
myself. I fidgeted and moved around all during the show.

I froze, though, when I saw out of the corner of my eye that Danny was
casually rubbing Bud's crotch while they watched the television. It wasn't
much later that Bud said casually, "Well, I think we'll hit the hay. Don't
stay up too late, you two."

With that, Bud took Danny by the hand and led him from the living room. As
they disappeared, Danny called back, "Night, Dad."

"Dad's gonna be hitting more than the hay," Junior chuckled.

"What did you say?" I asked, although I was pretty sure I'd heard right.

"I said that Dad's gonna be hitting more than the hay in that bedroom,"
Junior replied as he sat up. "He's gonna be hitting Danny's ass," he added,
in case there was still any confusion. "Probably started already."

"That's their business," I said gruffly.

"You wanna hit some hay?" Junior asked with a grin as he moved across to
kneel between my legs. "You know I can handle it," he said, reaching out
and gently rubbing my crotch.

I cleared my throat as I felt my dick begin to stiffen. Junior grinned when
he felt it too. "Not in your Dad's house," I said suddenly, picking up
Junior's hand from my crotch and letting it fall at his side.

"You know you want it. I felt it," he grinned as he returned his hand to my
crotch and casually stroked the outline of my shaft.

"I didn't say I didn't," I replied. "But this ain't the place."

"And the truck stop restroom is?" Junior laughed.

"Well, yeah," I said.

"Does that mean you're going to work with me again tomorrow?"

"I just might," I replied, with a resigned grin, "if you stop this now."

"Good things cum to those who wait," Junior laughed, giving my hard cock a
stroke through my trousers before he removed his hand and stood up. He
leaned forward and placed his hands on the arms of the chair. "Goodnight,
Grandpa Joe," he said as he leaned in more and gave me a casual peck on the
lips.

Junior pulled back only slightly, looked me in the eye, and then leaned in
again for a more urgent kiss. He moaned as he pressed his lips to
mine. Then I felt his lips part and his tongue shoot forward to lick my
lips. I would have pulled back, except my head was already pressed against
the back of the chair. Instead, I relented and let my lips part. Junior
gave another satisfied moan as his tongue slid between my lips.

I replied with a sigh of my own as he began stroking my cock again as we
kissed. Suddenly, I felt his hands fumbling with my belt and then my
trouser button and then the zipper. My moans of objection turned to moans
of pleasure as Junior pulled my cock from my trousers and began stroking it
for real, without having my damn trousers between the warm flesh of his
palm and the throbbing flesh of my cock shaft.

When Junior finally started to pull back from our kiss, I sucked his tongue
as it slid from my mouth. "That was a short wait," he grinned as he sank to
his knees again and began licking the first signs of precum from my dick
head as he casually stroked the veined shaft.

"Your evil, Junior," I declared with a sly grin.

"As often as I can be," he replied before engulfing the head of my cock
with his mouth. I relaxed into the chair and let the waves of pleasure wash
over me as my dick sank deeper and deeper into that warm, wet mouth.

"Oh yeah," I sighed softly when he finally began to suck me slowly, up and
down, up and down. I ran my fingers through his hair. "That's it, son," I
moaned.

"Don't forget to clean up the kitchen before you go to bed, Junior!" Bud
yelled.

I jumped at the surprise interruption, driving my dick deep into Junior's
throat and making him gag. He pulled off quickly and coughed a bit before
yelling back, "Okay, Dad!"  He would have gone back to servicing my cock,
but I was too quick for him. I had my cock tucked away and zipped in tight
before he had a chance to object. "Not here," I growled as I did up my
belt.

"I'm not giving up," Junior replied. "You taste too good."

"Glad to hear it, because I want it as much as you," I informed him. "Just
not here."

"Well, sleep tight, Grandpa Joe," he said as he got to his feet. "And don't
shoot that load unless its into my mouth," he added with a grin as he
headed off to the kitchen. As he walked away, though, his mouth wasn't what
was on my mind. I was wondering if that ass of his was as tight as his
stepdad's had been.

*****

Since my bedroom was right next to the one shared by Danny and Bud, I put
off going to bed as long as I could. I didn't want to interrupt them if
they heard me bumping around. And I certainly didn't want to hear Danny
getting fucked. Knowing what he is and does is a lot different from hearing
him do it, or having it done to him.

The house was completely silent by the time I finally wandered off to
bed. I can't say the same for when I woke up in the middle of the night. I
could definitely hear muffled moans and groans through the wall or the air
vents or something. That was in addition to their bed's steady, rhythmic
tapping against the wall. After realizing what was going on, the next thing
I noticed was that my cock was as hard as the proverbial rock.

The low grunts and moans continued, as did the steady tapping. Before I
realized what I was doing, I'd reached into my pajama pants and was
stroking my cock in time with that tapping. "Oh god, fuck me harder, Bud!"
Danny moaned. At least that's what it sounded like. And it was enough to
break me out of my trance.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I growled at myself as I pulled my hand back
out of my pajamas. "You sick fuck," I added at the thought of stroking off
while listening to my own son getting fucked up the ass. I tried to relax
and recover, but the sounds weren't stopping. If anything, Bud and Danny
were getting louder as their fucking overtook their caution.

"Yeah, take my cock, Danny," Bud grunted. That was the last straw. I
decided that the only thing to do was go back to the living room or the
kitchen. Anywhere I couldn't hear the sex next door...and be turned on by
it!

I quietly crept form my bedroom, but then I realized that to get away from
the sex noises, I had to pass the room from which they were coming. That
wouldn't have been too bad except as I drew nearer, I saw that the door was
open and the room was filled with moonlight that spilled out into the
hallway. I didn't know if they would notice me passing by or not. I wasn't
sure which would be more embarrassing, hearing them fuck or being seen by
them while they fucked.

As I paused to think it over, Bud growled, "Yeah, you like my cock up your
ass, don't you."

"Fuck me, daddy," Danny replied.

Hearing that, my cock throbbed involuntarily and I couldn't resist creeping
closer to their bedroom door. My heart was pounding as I peaked around the
door jam and saw for myself what they were doing...and how they were doing
it. I had a side view of the bed, which gave me a full view of the
action. Danny was on all fours and facing the headboard, which was against
the wall shared with my bedroom. Bud was kneeling behind Danny with his
hands gripping Danny's hips while he thrust his cock in and out of my boy's
ass.

"So fucking tight," Bud grunted.

"Just the way you want it," Danny replied.

"Sure fucking is."

"Fuck me, daddy," Danny grunted again, and without thinking, I reached into
my pajamas and gripping my oozing cock.

"You like my daddy dick?" Bud moaned.

"Yeah, harder, daddy, harder," my boy begged.

"I'll show you harder," Bud growled as he really began slamming his cock up
my son's ass.

"Yeah, that's it. Oh yeah!" Danny groaned.

My palm was getting well slicked with all the precum I was leaking as I
stroked my own cock while watching my son get fucked and enjoy it.

"So hot with your dad next door," Bud suddenly moaned.

"Oh yeah," Danny moaned in agreement. "So hot. Good thing he's a deep
sleeper," he added with a chuckle.

"I don't know how anyone could sleep through this," Bud grunted, giving
Danny a hard slap on the ass.

"Me either," Junior whispered in my ear.

I barely managed to stifle a surprised yelp before glancing around to see
Junior grinning at my shoulder. I pulled my good hand out of my pajamas and
motioned for him to be silent. Junior just grabbed my wrist and began
sucking my fingers, savoring the precum that coated them. Then he opened my
palm and began licking it as well, until all traces of precum were gone.

"Harder, Bud, harder," Danny begged.

I started to move away from the door, but Junior grabbed me and gently
pushed me up against the wall.

"Can't get enough of this ass," Bud grunted.

Junior sank to his knees and pulled down my pajama bottoms. My hard cock
sprang free and bounced in front of his mouth. Not for long. I tried to
stifle a moan as he swallowed my cock again. I knew there was no stopping
him...or me.

"You gonna fill my ass with cream, daddy," Danny moaned.

"Oh yeah. You want it," Bud groaned.

"Yes, please," Danny replied with a lilt in his voice.

"Yeah, you like your daddy cum," Bud chuckled in reply.

My own daddy cum was churning as Junior sucked my dick and gently fondled
my balls. Part of me hoped Bud and Junior were too preoccupied to hear
Junior's slurping, and part of me didn't give a fuck.

"Shoot that load up my ass," Danny grunted, and I began eagerly fucking
Junior's tonsils.

"Almost there," Bud grunted in reply. "Almost there."

"Flood my ass," Danny moaned.

"Gonna do it, soon," Bud growled.

I gripped Junior's head with my good hand and really fucked his mouth. He
kept up with me, slipping those talented lips up and down my shaft as the
head jabbed in and out of his open throat.

"FUCK ME, DADDY!" Danny ordered.

"FUCK YEAH!" Bud crowed. "BREEDING MY BOY!"

That was all it took. My balls seized up, my cock throbbed, and the first
shot of cum flew down Junior's throat.

"More, more, more," Danny moaned. And as Bud shot load after load after
load of cum up my son's ass, I filled Junior's mouth with blast after blast
after blast of my own granddaddy cum. Junior let out soft moans of pleasure
as he sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more.

"Oh fuck," Bud finally moaned.

"Sure was," Danny laughed, and I had to agree. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as, I
guessed, Bud pulled out of him. I stifled my own sigh as Junior slurped his
was off of my cock and let it slip from between my lips.

"Oh that feels good," Danny sighed. I glanced over my shoulder and around
the door jam to discover Danny stretched out on the bed with Bud sucking
his cock. "Finger my ass," he whispered. "Oh yeah," he sighed when Bud
followed his order.

Junior stood up and whispered in my ear, "You dirty old man." I again
motioned for him to be silent, and we both peaked around the door jam
together to see his dad sucking my son's cock.

"Almost there," Danny moaned.

"Mmmmph," Bud replied, gripping Danny's shaft and bobbing his mouth and
fist rapidly up and down on the throbbing flesh.

"Oh yeah," Danny moaned. "Suck my cock. That's it. Oh yeah."

"Be you wish you were doing that," Junior whispered in my ear. I was
shocked to realize that was exactly what I was thinking. What the fuck had
come over me on this visit? I'd never thought about Danny that way in his
entire life!

"I'M CUMMING!" Danny finally grunted as he thrust his hips up from the
mattress to fuck Bud's mouth. Bud grunted and gulped as Danny fed him
several quick loads of jizz. "CUM! CUM! CUM!" Danny grunted with each
shot. Thrusting up. Shooting. Feeding. Again and again and again.

Finally Bud let Danny's cock slip from his mouth and crawled up over my
son's spent body. Danny opened his mouth, and Bud let the final load of cum
drip from his mouth into Danny's. At one point, there was a thin strand of
cum joining the two men before Bud leaned down for a cum-swapping kiss.

"We'd better go," Junior whispered in my ear as he pulled my pajama bottoms
back in place. He probably figured out that I was so turned on that I could
watch Bud and Danny for the rest of the night. But, I reluctantly followed
him back toward our bedrooms. "Don't stay up all night tempting blindness,"
he whispered as he gave me a quick kiss.

"Same to you," I whispered back as I licked my lips and tasted my own cum
on them. "You are evil," I added with a grin as I licked my lips again.

"Takes one to know one," Junior replied, licking his own lips and then
wagging his tongue at me.

Back in bed, though, it wasn't Junior's tongue that occupied my
thoughts. It was Danny's ass and cock. I was having such filthy thoughts
about my own son that I was shocked. Was I really that depraved? My
throbbing, pulsing, drooling cock obviously thought the answer was YES!

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