Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 21:06:19 +0100
From: MS
Subject: Truckstop Dads: Chris and Matt Part 1

All the characters and events portrayed are purely fictional

I

	As an ex-marine, Chris had, as his wife put it, a "beefy body". During his 20's,
back when he was in the corps, his body had been covered in muscles: abs that made the
girls swoon, pecs that made all shirts too small, biceps that made every man think twice
before approaching him and a head full of hair and a neatly shaven jaw. However, he
had come home almost 20 years ago and, after some jobs in random factories and
workshops, he had landed a steady place as a truck driver.
	Sitting in a truck, driving all day, and getting home or to some random inn at
night completely exhausted, didn't allow room for much exercise so, throughout the
years, his body had lost its muscles and replaced it with fat. Granted, he wasn't obese or
anything like that. Most of his size was still due to his muscles. But instead of abs he
now had a small belly covered in hair, instead of firm pecs he had firm boobs, instead of
hair he had a permanent buzzcut and where once he had no beard, he now had nicely
trimmed hair with a full moustache. According to his wife, he looked exactly like what
every macho man with 48 years should look like.
	He admired his body in the bathroom mirror before drying it. His chest was
covered in hair that he kept trimmed so as if not to grow too long, his armpits were also
dark, as was his ass. Sitting around all day had blessed him with a beautiful, round butt
which many other men had admired and envied. His dick was amazing too: at 2.7 inches
soft and 8.7 hard with a nice cut head and topped with a dark bush of hair, he knew it
was something he should be grateful for. He stroked it two times just for the fun of it
and finally got around to drying all that muscle and hair.
	It was one of those hot summer days and the house had all the windows open, a
nice breeze sweeping by. Chris walked down the stairs, the metal plaques hanging
around his neck, old reminders of his time back in the marines, making noise with every
step. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife standing by the counter and his son,
Matt, sitting at the table, eating breakfast. He kissed his wife and she giggled as he
tickled her with his moustache and then sat down opposite of Matt, hungry as hell.
	As he poured the milk and buttered the toasts, he looked at his son. Matt was 16,
older than some of the boys the other men had brought on their journeys. He was tall,
almost as tall as Chris himself, with nice broad shoulders from all the swimming and the
shadow of a beard appearing on his face. His brown eyes were like his mother's, but his
dark hair came from his father so Chris knew he was going to be a hairy boy. Probably
already was. He had to check it out.
	"I have to do some stuff in the garden and maybe take care of some other
errands. Care to join me?" He asked his son.
	"Sure, why not?" The boy answered and Chris grinned. "Let me just go put on
some old clothes."
	"With this heat, I'm not sure you'll be keeping them for too long," Chris said
with a laugh and Matt finished eating his toast and ran upstairs.
	"Hey Martha," he said to his wife.
	"What?"
	"Matt is already sixteen and his summer vacations just began. What do you think
if I bring him with me on my next trip? Maybe we could stop by at some universities for
him to check out already, show him the country."
	"Fine by me but you'll have to check it with him."
	"I'll ask him."
	When Matt came back down, Chris was finished eating too. The boy was now
wearing some old grey shorts that were loose enough for his bulge to be visible and an
old shirt with some holes here and there, including one on his chest where some hair
was poking out. He put his arm around his son and got him outside.
	In the backyard, the morning sun was shining down hard on them. They had
barely been a couple of minutes out and Chris could already feel sweat breaking on his
forehead and chest. Most times he loved being hairy, as did most of the other guys, but
when the heat was almost unbearable, all that hair was almost a curse.
	"Ok, so we need to mow the lawn and organize the shackle. How about you start
on the garden while I take all of that crap out and then we organize it together?"
	"Sure."
	Matt headed for the shackle where they kept the lawn mower. He was both
anxious and excited to spend time with his dad. On one hand, the man was almost like a
stranger: he was barely around and, when he was, it was only for a couple of weeks; on
the other, he wanted to bond with him, to have stories to tell, to have memories to
remember. All of his friends had stories of how they went to water parks with their dads
or how their fathers taught them how to play football. He didn't have anything like that.
So now that he was on summer break and his father was around, he was going to try to
make the most of it which meant that before he put the mower to work, he had to text
his girlfriend, Melissa, and cancel their plans for the afternoon.
	Hey baby, I'm going to have to cancel our plans for today, he sent.
	Why???, she asked, always with the triple question marks.
	My dad's here and my mom's forcing me to spend time with him, he lied. He was
pretty sure she would much sooner accept that his mom was forcing him than that he
was basically switching her for his father.
	Fine, whatever. But you better take me out to dinner every night when he's gone.
	Sure baby. See ya.
	He put the machine to work and started mowing the lawn. Meanwhile, Chris
watched him from behind. The boy sure had a nice body, or at least it looked like it. His
ass wiggled around as he moved and he could see his back muscles tensing and flexing
as he pushed the mower. He was starting to feel hot, and not only from the sun, so he
decided to take off his shirt and feel the slight wind rustle his chest and armpit hair. He
could already smell his own sweat, enough to make his dick move in his trunks and he
almost got a hard on when Matt turned the machine around and fixed on his body. He
was already fantasizing about his son stroking his dick in his bedroom as he thought of
his father, the boy messing with his chest hair, sucking on his nipples, licking the sweat
off his armpits, smelling the wetness of his ass hair. But, of course, that was only just a
fantasy. The boy would probably jack off to a picture of his girlfriend or something. Not
for long though.
	Soon enough, Chris' wish came through. He was bringing a box full of shit
Martha had gathered through the years and, as he stepped outside of the shack, he
watched as Matthew took off his shirt. He almost came right there and then; luckily, the
box was covering his dick. The boy had a fit body but, unlike his father, he wasn't
beefy. He had abs and pecs, biceps that weren't too big but enough to flex as he pushed
the car and, covering his collarbone, a light patch of hair, light brown, unlike the dark
black of the hair coming from his belly button down to the waistband. Chris watched
him a little bit more, as sweat started to trickle down his skin. Now that he'd seen the
boy's torso, he had to see the boy's dick and ass.
	He took out his phone when he dropped the box and snapped some pictures of
the boy's body, sending them to his friends. Immediately they replied saying he had
gotten them hard as a rock and that they wish they had Matt as a son. They wouldn't
have to wait for long.
	"Lunch's almost ready," Martha yelled from the kitchen.
	Matt turned off the mower and Chris dropped another box. He put his arm
around his son again, feeling his cock moving one more time and, together, they entered
the kitchen. He was surprised by seeing his son sitting down still shirtless and, so,
decided to do the same. He just wanted to reach out under the table and grab the boy's
cock and make him cum right there in front of his mother but everything at its time.
	They spent the rest of the afternoon doing the errands, Chris wanting to stroke
every time he even glanced at his son. Just the thought of that little virgin ass, maybe
too tight for his huge cock, made his dick hard. And that not to mention the thought of
Matt bent over on some random motel bathroom with a line of guys behind him, their
cocks out, waiting for their turn on Chris' boy, Matt's hole filled with cum to the brim,
his body all sweaty from all the fucking, his dick sore from cuming so many times.
	Finally, as Martha started cooking dinner, they decided it was time to stop.
	"Hey, Matt," he called and his son turned to him.
	"What?"
	"I took a bath this morning but I'm all sweaty and disgusting so I wanted to take
another but money's kinda tight so would you mind sharing a shower with me?" He felt
his guts moving with the anxiety. Was that too sudden? Was Matt suspecting
something? Was he weirded out by the fact that his dad was asking to take a shower
with him?
	But truthfully, Matt wasn't wondering any of that. All those years with an absent
father gave him no clue as to what a son actually did with his father. He had seen some
pictures of his friends taking baths with their dads when their mothers decided to show
him their pictures as young kids but maybe they only did that when they were young. Or
did they also do it when they were older? He had no idea.
	"Yeah, sure." He said. He watched as his father grinned and hoped that that
would help them bond.
	They went upstairs and into the bathroom. Chris turned on the water so that it
would start heating up but also so that he could enjoy seeing his son taking off his shorts
without him noticing. Matt took out his old sneakers, his dirty socks and dropped his
trunks. He was now standing behind him with only his boxers on, his dick making a
nice bulge beneath the tight fabric. Finally, he dropped the boxers too and was now
completely naked.
	Chris was in awe. The boy's dick was beautiful: uncut, it was probably 2 inches
soft, nice furry balls filled with cum and an amazing bush topping it, almost as thick as
his own, the black, curly hairs shining with sweat, a hypnotic scent coming off of it.
Chris just wanted to drop to his knees and take Matt's manhood right there and then but
he knew he should wait. It would be worth it.
	He stepped aside so his son could get in the shower and got naked, stepping in
behind him. The boy's ass was now facing him. He didn't have as much of a round ass
like his father, but it was still meety and hairy, a line of black hair running down his
crack, probably sweaty too, waiting for a tongue to lick it. Chris wanted to shove his
dick up that ass as soon as possible and suddenly noticed his springing erection rising
perilously towards the boy's ass. Matt turned around and saw it.
	"Just between us, mom hasn't been doing her job properly and you know how it
is when we haven't stroked one or fucked something in a while. Random erections all
the time." Chris said.
	"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I get hard during class or something and have to ask
to go to the bathroom so I can jack off," Matt replied. He wasn't sure if it was normal
for fathers and sons to talk about stuff like that but it felt normal between the two of
them.
	Chris wasn't just lying when he had said that. He hadn't had sex or masturbated
in five days now, saving it up to when the time was right. Martha had tried to have sex
with him but, thankfully, her droopy boobs and vagina didn't do anything for Chris
anymore so he always said that he was too stressed to fuck her. It had been working.
And, not only that, but he was leaving tomorrow, hopefully with Matt by his side and,
by that time the next day, his dick should be up his boy's ass, shooting cum up his belly.
He couldn't wait.
	They finished showering up, Chris taking every second to look at his boy, the
product of his seed. They shared the same blood, the same DNA. He had the same head
full of hair he had once had. Matt was the son of all those years in the marines, he was
the son all those hours spent at the gym, he was the son of all those cunts he had fucked.
He was his son. His boy. His ass. His dick. Drowned in those thoughts and finally
clothed, he wrapped Matt in a big bear hug and heard the boy laugh.
	"Thank you for helping me today Matt."
	"You're welcome, dad."
	That word. Dad. His dad. His son. The soapy scent coming from his skin, the
smell of his hair, his body pressed against his. He just wanted to stay like that forever,
with his son next to him.
	"I have something to ask you." He finally said when he let go of the boy.
	"What is it?"
	"Well, you're on vacation for the next three months or so and you're already
sixteen so me and your mom were talking and we thought that maybe it would be nice if
you came with me on my next trip. That way you'll get to see the country and maybe
look at some universities so you already know what they're asking. Not only that, but
you'll be doing something instead of just staying inside the house every day and
meeting up with your friends from time to time. And we also haven't spent that much
time together so this could be our first vacation together. What do you say?"
	"I'd love that dad!" He replied.
	"Really?"
	"Really. But what about mom? She'll be here alone."
	"She has friends of her own and she could use some alone time too."
	"Okay then, it's settled."
	"We leave tomorrow so you better pack tonight."