Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 21:00:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Trucking-With-Dad-Part-7 (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 7 "Wake up, kid, we're almost there." I opened my eyes and blinked several times in rapid succession. I don't know when or how I fell asleep in the moving truck, but it was dark outside. "Where are we?" I asked. "Does that sign tell you anything?" Jack asked and nodded toward a rapidly approaching roadside sign. "Exit 69. 1/2 mile. We're there already?" "Well, don't sound so disappointed." "Oh, I'm not. Really. I'm anything but disappointed." "Glad to hear it," Jack said and grinned. "Hi, there. We need a room for three," Jack said as he leaned toward the clerk at the motel reception desk. The clerk, who was in his early 20s, stood around 5'11", weighed around 160 pounds, had light brown hair, and possessed the biggest brown eyes that I'd ever seen. "We have doubles. That's a room with two queen-sized beds. It'll sleep three, but two of you will have to double up. Is your third waiting outside?" "Oh no, he'll be along soon. The double is fine." "Okay, sign here then." After Jack signed the register, the clerk read the signature quickly and held out a key. "If another trucker comes in and tries to book for three, just send him along. I doubt there'll be many threesomes, I mean three guys, booking in for the night. But if you want to be sure, just mention my name." "Will do, sir." "Come on," Jack said to me as he turned and walked away. "Have fun," the clerk said softly as I started to turn. I quickly looked back at him to see if I'd heard right. I must have, because he followed the comment with a wink and a grin as soon as our eyes locked. I gulped and quickly followed Jack out of the lobby. "Jeez, I have to piss like a horse," I said as I hurried across the motel room and shut myself in the bathroom. "Well, don't waste too much time; we don't have a lot to spare as it is." I laughed at Jack's comment as I shook the last drops of piss off my dick and shoved it back in my pants. I quickly washed my hands and returned to the main room. "What took you so long?" asked Jack, who was spread out on one of the beds and wearing nothing but a big grin. "Well, you can't hurry nature." "Maybe not, but YOU can hurry up and get out of those clothes and start taking care of business," Jack said as he started pulling on his soft but already hardening dick. "You don't have to ask twice," I said as I started ripping off my clothes. Jack just laughed at me when I almost tripped over my own jeans in the process. But in no time at all, I was as naked as Jack and just as horny. "That's better. Now let's get busy. Your dad could get here any minute." I looked nervously over at the door and then dove onto the bed and Jack's fully erect cock. "Okay, kid, suck it!" I didn't have to be told twice. I leaning in and inhaled Jack's musky scent as I took his cock in my hand. I stuck out my tongue and started licking along the thick blue veins that formed an intricate pattern along his hard seven inches. When I got to the tip, I swirled my tongue around the head and darted it across his piss slit. "Oh yeah," Jack moaned. I pulled back and squeezed his cock, raised my fist from the base to the tip and forcing a drop of glistening pre-cum out of the slit. I darted my tongue out and lapped up the sweet Jack juice. "Don't take all day, kid. Suck it! Suck my dick!" "Whatever you say," I replied and then engulfed the thick mushroom head with my mouth. I sucked on it like an all-day sucker for a few seconds and then suddenly dove all the way down on it--filling my throat with his thick and saliva-coated cock. "Oh fuck, kid, that's hot! Oh yeah, suck me. Take my dick down that velvet throat. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah." I felt Jack rest his hand on the back of my head, and then he started thrusting his hips. I tried to just relax my throat and let Jack face fuck me at his own pace. While he was doing all the work for the fuck, I took his balls in my right hand and started massaging and tugging on them. "Keep it up, kid, and you'll get a throat full of cum!" I gave a muffled laugh and continued letting him assault my throat while I pulled on his balls. With my middle finger, I started massaging the skin behind his balls--working my fingers back toward his ass. "You've got a fucking hot mouth kid. Yeah, fucking hot. Fuck!" Jack screamed as my middle finger reached his asshole and brushed across his pucker. "Yeah, play with my ass kid," Jack moaned. As I applied more pressure to his pucker, Jack increased his moaning and fucked my throat harder and faster with his hard seven-inch fuck pole. "Oh yeah, kid, that's it. Play with my asshole. Oh god, you're throat is fucking hot. Hotter than hot. Suck it good, kid. Suck that dick. Oh god, I'm gonna cum if you keep playing with my ass like that. Oh yeah. I'm gonna cum in your hot mouth alright. Fuck yeah." I could feel his dick growing in my mouth as his balls pulled up even tighter. I knew he was gonna blow any second now, and it was now or never. As he buried his dick deep in my pulsing throat, I shoved my middle finger past his sphincter and up his hot ass. "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING, KID. FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jack's ass clenched tightly around my finger as his pulsing dick blasted load after load of hot trucker cum down my eager throat. Just when it seemed like he was almost done, I pressed my finger deeper up his ass. He let out one last long moan, shuddered his pubes against my face, and then fell back limp on the mattress. "Damn, you're good." "I try," I laughed as I looked up over Jack's hairy chest and into his twinkling eyes. "I try." And then I went back to work sucking on his luscious dick as it continued to soften. I was rewarded with a few more final pearls of Jack's delicious trucker cum as I slowly pulled my finger out of his ass. I rested my head on his thigh and gentle lapped my tongue against his hairy ballsac. "Hey, stop that. You're tickling me, kid." I stated laughing and kissing Jack's thigh instead. "That's better," he laughed. But our joint laughter stopped dead when we heard a key being inserted into the door lock. "Oh shit!" I hissed as I jumped out of bed and rushed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me just as the main door opened. [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.]