Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 02:03:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Trucking-With-Dad-Part-2 (gay/incest) This is fiction. Don't read it if you're not old enough or if m/m stories offend you. But then what are you doing here? On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... PART 2 The first thing that hit me when I entered the men's room was the overpowering smell of sex. Cum to be exact. After the door closed behind me, I just took a big whiff of that aroma. I slowly exhaled and then took another deep breath before heading to the toilet stall. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the writing on the wall, "I need fucked, now!" Under it was today's date and, by my watch, the time for about twenty minutes earlier. As the stall door closed behind me, I looked down at the toilet and was surprised to see cum on the seat. The guy hadn't shot his entire load into the water. Licking my lips, I reached down and scooped some up on my finger. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Let me taste it." I nearly jumped out of my fucking skin! At the very least, I jumped backward into the stall door. "Come on, I want it." I looked where the voice was coming from and saw a hole in the stall wall. It wasn't the hole I'd watched through to see my dad fuck the guy; it was in the other wall. Slowly, I stepped forward and held out my finger that still had the cum on it. "Shove it through." I stuck my finger through the hole. Immediately, I felt a hot mouth sucking my finger clean, and my cock got stiff as a board. "You missed a hell of a show," the guy said as I pulled my finger back out. "Yah," was all I could think to say as I adjusted my cock in my jeans. "I can help you with that," he said. "What?" "Your boner. I can take care of it." "I..." "Come on. Just stick it through this hole here." I thought for only a second before unzipping my pants and letting my cock pop out. "You gotta hurry up though," I said. "Whatever you say." I stepped up to the hole and slipped my dick through. The guy wrapped his warm hand around my cock and slid his hand up and down the shaft as he licked my piss slit. Then he began swirling his tongue around the head of my dick. "Come on, hurry up." "Okay, kid." I felt his warm mouth engulf the end of my dick and start sliding down the shaft. My knees went weak, and I had to grab on to the top of the wall divider to steady myself as he began bobbing up and down on my cock in a steady motion. Soon, my body began reacting to the work being done on my cock, and I started to fuck the wall, and the guy's mouth. His hands had a firm grip on my cock as it moved in and out of the hole and in and out of his mouth. I could feel the spit on my dick and running down over my balls. "Oh fuck!" I began pounding the hole and his mouth for all I was worth as every muscle in my body began to tense. "Shit, shit, shit!" "Come on, kid, give it to me," he said and then slipped his mouth back over my dick. I couldn't hold back any longer and blew my load down the guy's throat. As every muscle spasmed in my legs and back, I thrust my cock down his throat several more times. On the last thrust, I just held it there. My legs started shaking again as he kept swallowing, making his throat muscles massage my cock as it stayed embedded in his throat. "Ohhhhh," I moaned as I slowly withdrew. "That was great. Thanks." "Any time, kid." I quickly shoved my cock back in my pants and hurried out of the stall. Just as I reached the door, my bladder reminded me how much I needed to piss. I went to the urinal, unzipped, and whipped out my dick. I started pissing right away, but I looked over my shoulder as I heard the stall door opening. An older gray-haired man in a business suit walked toward the door. "You should have told me you needed to piss. I was still a little thirsty. Oh well, maybe next time, kid." The guy winked as he went out the door. I finished pissing, flipped the last few drops off my dick, shoved it back in my pants, and hurried out the door. The guy in the suit had gotten in the car and was driving away as I came out of the building. My dad flipped his lights, so I hurried on over to the truck and climbed in. "What took you so long?" "I had to take a crap." "Oh." That was all he said as he put the truck in gear and started to pull out of the parking lot. [Hope you're enjoying the journey. Don't forget that Nifty needs your donations to help provide these stories for your entertainment and relief! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.]