Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2012 03:54:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Trucking-With-Dad-Part-5 (gay/incest) This is fiction. Don't read it if you're not old enough, if m/m stories offend you, or if you don't want to know about a grown son getting to know his father in every way. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is... PART 5 I didn't notice that when Dad, Jack, and I were walking across the truck stop parking lot that they fell a good distance behind me. When I got to the trucks though, I turned around and saw them chatting quietly as they ambled across the lot. "What's the big secret?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Jack walked up beside me and put his arm around me. I looked nervously at Dad. "No secrets here," Jack said. "Why, do you have some secrets you want to share?" "No," I responded--so quickly that Dad started laughing. "Don't worry," said Dad, "we were just talking about our routes." "Oh." "Turns out we're heading for the same destination, but we each have to switch loads at different places before we get to that leg of the trip." "Oh." I was a real chatterbox. "Anyway," Jack said, "your dad and I were talking about whether or not you'd like to jump ship and ride with me for a while--just to get a wider experience." "It would just be for a couple days, and Jack's a great guy." "But if you'd rather stick with your dad, I'd understand. No hard feelings." "Well..." "It's up to you, Son." "Well, I suppose it could be educational to see how Jack does things compared to how you do them." "That's the idea," Dad replied with a grin. "My truck is your truck," Jack chimed in. "Okay, but you're sure there won't be any problem with meeting up later?" "None at all," my dad assured me. "Why don't we splurge and check into a comfortable motel when we get there?" Jack asked. "That way if there's any delay, no one will be sitting in a truck all night." "The motel next to the truck stop off Exit 69?" "That's the one." "Okay, first one there checks in." "Sounds like a plan," Dad said and held out his hand. "It's a plan," Jack grinned as he shook Dad's hand. "Come on, kid. Let's get on the road." "See you later, Dad." "Have fun." "Thanks." Dad gave a quick wave, climbed into his truck, and closed the door. "Okay," Jake said, "let's get started on this educational trip." "Okay." ***** Jack and I climbed into the cab of his truck as Dad's truck pulled out of the parking lot. Once we were both inside, Jack looked over at me, said, "Are you ready?" and winked. For some reason, I just broke out laughing. Jack responded with a chuckle of his own and said, "I guess you are. Well, the first lesson is you gotta be comfortable for the ride." Jack got a wicked grin on his face and locked his eyes on mine. Then he used his eyes to motion my attention down to his crotch. He slowly unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his jeans, unzipped the zipper, reached in through the front opening of his underwear, and pulled out his soft cock and huge balls. "There, that's better. Don't you think so?" I gulped, looked up at his eyes, looked back down at his dick, and said, "I guess." Jack broke into a full gale of laughter as he started up the truck to get us out on the road. ***** As we drove down the highway, I couldn't keep myself from sneaking peaks at Jack's cock as it bounced and jiggled with the motion of the truck. My peaks became more frequent as I noticed his dick beginning to get bigger. Longer, thicker, harder. Suddenly, I realized that his dick wasn't the only dick in action. I felt my hard cock struggling against the tight confines of my jeans. I tried to adjust my position in the seat, but it didn't help. "Don't be shy, kid. Let it out to breath. I won't tell anyone. I didn't tell your dad about our little playtime did I." "I hope not! He'd hit the roof." "Wasn't it worth it?" "I..." "I'm taking that as a yes. Now, come on and get comfortable." Jack turned his full attention to the road, but he slipped one hand off the wheel and started squeezing his cock. I licked my lips, and then worked to get my cock out of my jeans exactly like Jack had done. I wanted to do everything like Jack. "There, isn't that better?" "Yes." "Well, don't let it just sit there. Or are you too shy to jack off with Jack?" I looked at Jack's dick and saw a small glob of pre-cum bead up on the head. I was shocked when Jack wiped it off onto his thumb, brought his thumb to his mouth, and sucked it clean. "Wow," I let escape before I could stop myself. "Like that, did you? Try your own. Looks like you've got enough there." I looked down at my dick, and he was right. There was a nice supply of pre-cum beading up. I looked back at Jack, and he nodded his encouragement. Following his example, I wiped the pre-cum off with my thumb and then sucked on my thumb. Sweet. Jack started laughing when I let out an involuntary moan. "Well, let me see what you can do?" "What?" I asked as I broke out of my reverie. "I'm driving, so I can't help you out there. But I can enjoy the view. And a hot guy like you jerking off is a view I never get enough of. Go for it." I started by wrapping my fist back around my cock and giving it pulsing squeezes. It continued to harden and grow as I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. My mind was suddenly filled with images of me sucking on Jack's cock in the restroom, and my breathing became deeper. As I slowly fisted my cock up and down I reached down to cup my balls with the other hand. I lightly rubbed the hair on my balls, sending shivers all through my body. "That's it, kid. Play with those big hairy balls. Squeeze 'em, kid." I tighten my grip on my balls and started stroking my cock even faster. "Slow down, kid. Enjoy the ride. Play with the head." I continued to squeeze my balls as I brought my fist up to the head of my cock. I worked my thumb all over and around the head, coating it in more pre-cum. I brought the cum-covered thumb up to my mouth to suck it clean again while I switched the other fist from working my balls to jerking my shaft. "Like that pre-cum, do you?" "Mmmmmm." Once my thumb was clean, I moved it back down. But instead of putting it back to work on my cock, I slid it under my shirt and worked my way up to my nipples. "Yeah, play with those nipples, kid. Twist 'em. Hard, kid, hard. I let out another moan as the twisting of my nipples went from pain to pure pleasure. "Oh, god, Jack! Fuck, that's good." "I'll bet it is, kid, but don't forget the balls." I let go of my cock to roll my balls around in my fist, and I took my hand off my nipples to go back to jerking my cock with it. "Dig deeper," Jack ordered. I worked my hand deeper into my jeans, so I could massage the area between my balls and ass while still working my balls against my wrist. "How's it feel, kid. Tell me how it feels." "Oh god, it's great." "Reach for your pucker!" I reached deeper into my jeans and shuddered as my fingers touched my asshole. "Fuck! I'm going to blow any minute. Jesus. My balls are tingling. I'm gonna cum, Jack. Oh, Jack. Fuck. Uh, uh, uh. Jack. God, this is hot." My hand flew up and down my dick as fast as it could. I threw my head repeatedly back against the seat as my fingers continued pressing against my hole. "Fuck. I'm cumming, Jack. I'm CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. OH, JACK!!!!" The boiling cum shot straight up out of my cock and fell back down on my hand as I continued jerking my cock. Spasms continued to roll through my body, and I started gasping for breath. More cum oozed out over my fist. Suddenly, I stopped breathing and then let out a low moan as my body gave one more all-over spasm and then completely relaxed. "Nice job, kid." I opened my eyes and looked over at Jack. He was still slowly working on his own cock, but in nowhere near the frenzy I'd just shown. "Sorry, I got a little carried away," I said. "That's the understatement of the year," he chuckled. "Give me your hand." "What?" "Give me your hand." I started to reach over with my clean hand and grab his cock, but he motioned it away. "Not that one. The tasty one! I'll help you clean it up." I released my cum-covered hand from my dick and held it across the cab to him. More shivers went through my body as he released his own cock, grabbed my hand by the wrist, and began licking my hand clean--all the while keeping one eye on the road and his other hand on the wheel. "Mmmmm, mmmmm, good!" Jack finished off his cleanup by sucking each of my fingers in turn, and I let out a new moan with every suck. When he was completely finished, he released my hand, put his free hand back on the wheel, and looked straight on down the highway. "See, didn't that make it a better ride?" Jack asked. "Definitely." "I thought it would." "But what about you?" "Don't worry. We'll take care of that later." [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.]