Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2018 19:59:06 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Dad and Son at the Rest Park

This is a story about sex between a man and his young teenage son, who is
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**042 - Dad and Son At The Rest Park

                                 Dad and Son at the Rest Park

Colt: We were driving home from a family reunion of my mom's family.  She
and Dad were divorced but they still got along and he was still invited to
family things, especially if it was something that included me.  I started
dozing off and Dad told me to curl up in the seat and go to sleep.  I tried
but I couldn't sleep, I kept squirming around and changing positions, till
I finally sat up and looked out the window.

"I'm going to have to pull off at that old rest park up ahead, I've gotta
take a piss," he said.

"Yeah, me too."

We were nearing the rest park.  "I'm surprised this place is still here;
they've torn most of them down," I said.

"Yeah, they've pretty much torn them all down with the new, fancier rest
areas along the highway," dad said.  "Leaves us that travel the side roads
to piss in the cornfields," I said.

There was another pickup parked up close to the building.  We got out and
went inside.  Straight ahead were the two urinals and to the right was the
toilette stool behind a wood partition.  I could see the guy's knees and
his feet as we went in.  I took the urinal nearest the partition, Dad took
the other one.

The walls were completely covered with graffiti; crude drawings, messages,
propositions, phone numbers, everything imaginable. I didn't look around, I
stood with my eyes focused straight ahead, but still read what was within
my line of vision.  Dad noticed me doing that.

He laughed softly and said, "It's okay to read the walls, Colt, you're a
big boy, I'm sure you know all the words.  Why don't you check `em for
spelling," he joked."

I laughed too, a little embarrassed that he saw through me, but I started
checking the stuff out more openly.  I was reading the partition to my
right when I noticed the big hole in the partition.  I hadn't noticed it
when we came in.  Seeing where the hole was positioned, it quickly dawned
on me what it was for and I felt myself getting embarrassed again. I
continued to scope out the wall, pretending not to notice the hole, but
once when I glanced back around I noticed Dad was looking at the hole too.

Then suddenly I saw a finger come through the hole.  I was shocked.  I
quickly turned eyes front, hopefully so my Dad wouldn't notice, but I
continued to read up and down the wall in front of me and the partition and
when I took in the hole there were two fingers sticking through it.  Not
just sticking through, they were curled up, beckoning.  I could feel my
face flushed and I snapped my head around front again in time to hear my
Dad chuckle.  I looked at him and he was nodding to the hole.  I nodded
back that I'd seen it.

We were both done pissing by then and I milked my cock a few times and
started to put it away.  I glanced at my dad; he was sort of smiling, a
mischievous grin.

"You wanta try it, Son?" he asked.

"Try what?"

He glanced down at my cock that I hadn't put away yet then nodded at the
hole. I wasn't sure what he was getting at and when I hesitated out of
confusion he backed away from the urinal with his cock still out and much
to my astonishment, he went around behind me and stepped right up to the
hole and shoved his cock through it!  I stood there, stunned!!  I couldn't
believe my eyes!

I heard the man on the other side moan and say, "Ohh, Yesss!" and then
there was another moan of a different kind and I knew he had my Dad's cock
in his mouth.

I was momentarily in a disoriented state of shock.  Nothing like this had
ever happened. I knew about blowjobs and my Dad was getting a blowjob right
there in front of me!  I was even short of breath.  But none of it affected
my mind-and-body reaction.  I was making wood fast.  When my Dad looked
around at me I quickly averted his eyes, like I shouldn't be watching what
was happening; shouldn't even KNOW about such things.  But he gave me
another shock.

"You wanta give this a try, Son?" he asked again in a soft whisper, and I
knew he was dead serious.

I couldn't answer him. My mouth was so dry I couldn't make words.  I just
gaped at where he was pressed up against the wall.  He saw my dilemma; my
hardon.  He stepped back from the wall and put his hand on my shoulder and
squeezed the muscle and sort of twisted me toward the hole.  I was
momentarily mesmerized by the sight of my dad's cock, so BIG, and all wet
and slick from the guy's mouth.  I had never seen my dad with a hardon and
he was huge.  I wondered how the guy was able to get it in his mouth.

The guy's mouth was still at the hole; I could see his tongue wagging
inside his mouth.  I let my dad guide me to the hole with my own cock that
I thought was pretty impressive and he put his hand on my butt to give me a
little push of encouragement.  Next thing I knew, my cock was being
enveloped in the warm, wet, silken confines the likes of which I'd never
experienced before, or even imagined.  Dad kept his hand pressed against my
butt to keep me pressed against the wall.  When he was sure I was okay with
it, he took hold of my hips and set them in motion, urging me so I was
fucking the man's mouth.  It didn't take me long to catch on.

My head was spinning. I could never have imagined anything like this
happening, not in a million years, especially with my dad! I blindly
flattened my hands against the wall.  My dad took my hands and moved them
up to the top edge where I could get a grip and some leverage. I began
fucking the man's mouth for real while my dad stood to the side and
watched, and smiled with what I took to be beaming pride.

After a few minutes he moved around the partition to stand in front of the
man, leaning back against the wall where he could watch me as well as the
guy sucking me.  He had a real funny smile on his face, like a proud smile,
as he kept glancing over at me. Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to do him
proud.

Dad leaned over to the guy, out of my sight, and suddenly his mouth wasn't
moving back and forth on my cock anymore.  Dad had pushed the man's face
against the wall and I was suddenly fucking through his mouth right into
his throat.  He gagged and choked through his groans but I could tell by
the muscle in my dad's arm that he was holding him fast.

The man wrested free after a couple of minutes, coughing.  "Geezuss, your
boy's got a big cock!"  He gasped.  "He is your boy, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Dad replied.

"Godd, this is so hot!  I never had a dad and son together before."

Dad motioned for me to come around the partition, for me to stand in front
of the guy.  I did, holding onto my jeans.

"Fuck, you are beautiful," the man told me.

It embarrassed me to be called beautiful but it didn't bother me so much
when he put his hands around my butt and pulled me in and started sucking
me again. Once again, Dad took my hands and put them around the guy's head
and I began fucking his throat like I'd been doing through the hole.

I was concentrating on everything that was happening so fast, but once I
settled into just fucking the guy's mouth I started concentrating on how
great it felt.  That was a mistake. The intense feelings and watching my
cock actually slide in and out of the man's mouth got to be too much.  I
was getting close and I didn't know what to do.  I didn't know if I was
supposed to let him know and pull out, or if I was expected to shoot in his
mouth.  I didn't think I should do that; it sounded gross, but I didn't
want to ask either. Or stop. Hell, I couldn't stop.  The guy had a tight
grip around my butt and he was guiding my hips back and forth so I guessed
he knew I would cum sooner or later so maybe he wanted me to shoot my load
in his mouth.

In the end, I didn't ask, and I didn't warn him, I just let it happen.  I
was suddenly shooting my load into what felt like a warm honey pot. He
squealed and groaned and practically devoured me.  He wanted it all right.
I realized then that my dad's one hand was on my shoulder and his other
hand was rubbing my lower back down near my butt. That felt good too, not
just the physical part, but that he was encouraging me to enjoy it.  Most
dads would've been shocked into anger if they even saw their sons doing
what I was doing. But then my dad had started it.

By the time I was finished my legs were shaking so bad I could barely stand
up.  Dad helped me back against the wall and told me to squat down while he
stepped up to the man so he could finish blowing him.

I sat there on my haunches in a cum stupor, a daze, gasping for breath as I
watched my dad's tight, round butt flexing as he powered his cock in and
out of the guy's throat, and his muscular thighs rippling.  He didn't take
long.  Suddenly his butt muscles tightened and flexed and trembled and I
knew he was giving the guy his load.  He held tight for a long moment then
relaxed and stepped back and leaned against the wall, his big cock hanging
out wet and bloated.  The guy was licking his lips.

"Fuck!  This has been my lucky night," the man said, wiping his mouth.
"You guys are awesome.  And you taste very much alike."

When dad was sufficiently recovered he pulled his jeans up and reached his
hand down to pull me to my feet.

"Listen, if you've got a phone number or an email address," the man said.

"No, but maybe we'll see you again," Dad said.

We did up our clothes and left.

"Don't ever give out your phone number or email address in situations like
that," he told me as we were getting in the truck.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was still in a mind-boggled state of shock,
my head still spinning, and I didn't know what the fuck to say.

"You okay, dude?" Dad asked laughing softly as we pulled out of the park.

"Yeah, I think so," I managed. "I'm just having a hard time believing what
just happened back there."

He laughed again. "Yeah, I'll bet you are.  But you're okay.  I mean, the
situation was there, you saw it and understood what was going on, and I
figured you're old enough.  I don't want you ever doing shit like that on
your own, though."

"No, I won't," I said.  "Man, he sure drained me."

"Well curl up again in the seat, I bet you can sleep now."

I tried to sleep but now my head was too full of what'd happened and I kept
squirming around trying to find a comfortable position.

"Listen, I don't have to tell you not to mention this to anybody.  Not a
soul.  Not even your friends," he said.

"I won't," I promised as I still fidgeted.  When I finally sat straight up,
Dad reached over and put his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him.

"Stretch out and lay your head on my leg," he said as he cocked his right
leg out as far as he could for me, and still operate the gas pedal.

I lay across the seat and laid my head on his thigh.  It wasn't a soft
pillow, it was so muscular, but it was comfortable, and nice to be so close
to him like that.  He turned the dash lights down real low and laid his
hand on my shoulder and I felt like a very special boy.

It was a little strange; I'd never lain like this in the truck, but I dozed
for several miles before I came half-awake to shift to another
position. Without thinking I turned onto my other side and suddenly
realized I was facing my dad's bulging crotch. I say bulging because he
always had that big, manly bulge there no matter if he wore slacks or
jeans.  It always impressed me, and it did now, so much that I couldn't go
back to sleep.

I lay there in the dimness of the truck cab gazing at my dad's manhood
bulging between his legs and thinking of what we'd done.  I pictured his
cock as I'd seen it, so big and hard, and all wet and slick from the guy's
mouth.  I pictured his round, tight butt flexing as he fucked the man's
throat and how the muscles got real hard and tight and trembled when he
shot off his load. I felt myself getting hard, and I curled into a tighter
ball so it wouldn't show, thinking I shouldn't be having those kinds of
thoughts about my dad.

When I curled up he squeezed my shoulder then moved his hand down to my hip
and patted my butt.  "That's it, Son, curl up and go back to sleep, we've
got a ways to go."

For some reason his voice sounded so good and comforting to me, almost as
if he was reassuring me that it was okay to think the thoughts I was
having.  It was times like this that made me know why I loved my dad so
much.

Somewhere along the way I came awake enough to hear my dad say under his
breath, "Thirty miles to go."  Then I suddenly realized that wasn't what
woke me up.  It was his hand down between my legs, cupped snugly over my
crotch.  He was squeezing steadily, very gently massaging my cock that was
hard as a rock again.  Oh, Godd, I couldn't believe it.  Ohh, fuck, it felt
so good, even more so because it was my dad doing it.

I lay perfectly still and let the warm, tingly sensation flow all through
me, not just physically, but it was a powerful emotional feeling of love
that I felt.  How could you not love the man for doing this for you?  To me
it proved how much he loved me, wanting to give me such wonderful feelings.

It built up mile after mile till I knew I wasn't going to be able to stave
it off.  Yet I was afraid to say anything or even to move; I didn't want
him to know I was awake.  I thought he probably thought I was sound asleep;
otherwise he wouldn't be doing it.  Minutes later I was in a panic. It was
building up and getting so close and I didn't know what to do.  I sure
didn't want him to stop. And I didn't want to say anything for fear of
embarrassing him.  Finally, when it was getting close to too late I just
let it happen.  I held as still as I could, except for my cock, and let it
build up till my cock exploded.  It was several seconds before he noticed
because he kept doing it till I knew he could feel my cum soaking through
my shorts and jeans. With a soft chuckle, he slowed his hand movements then
stopped.  He left his hand there for the longest time till I knew it must
have been wet and sticky when he gently pulled it away. He patted my hips
softly then let his hand lay there and I dozed again, this time from mild,
happy exhaustion.


Tom: He was drained and sleeping soundly by the time we got home. It was
2:00 am. I couldn't help smiling as I looked over at him.  Little stud, I
thought.  Except he wasn't so little anymore. At fourteen he was 5-10 and
already weighed 160 pounds and he was fast turning to muscle from working
out. He stood out among his friends who were still in the scrawny, awkward
stage.  I was the same way when I was a young teenager so he got it
naturally.  I looked over at him again, wondering if he had a sex life.
Shouldn't have, at fourteen, but it wouldn't surprise me if he did.  He was
a damned cute kid and the way he was put together he could pass for sixteen
or seventeen; a target for older girls, even older women.  And, obviously
now, even older men.  I began to have doubts about exposing him the way I
did back at the rest park, and doing what I'd just done.  Not regrets, but
doubts.

I didn't wake him when we got home.  Instead I picked him up and carried
him into the house, up to his room and laid him carefully on his bed.  He
was heavier than I would've thought.  He squirmed into a fetal position and
I covered him up.  He could shower in the morning.

I had pondered the rest of the way home about what we'd done--what I had
done--and I was still thinking about it when I crawled into bed.  I hadn't
actually had sex with my son, I told myself.  I'd given him an outlet;
offered him a fatherly hand.  That was different from having sex wasn't it?
I hadn't even actually touched him; only felt him through his jeans.  All
in all I had a good feeling about it.  I had a good feeling about life,
especially having my son for the rest of the summer. The doubts faded and
the good feelings wooed me to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the noise of the birds chirping in the
trees. I had not slept long; there was still the early morning dark. There
was a chill in the house and I got up to go check on Colt; like when he was
a little boy, I wanted to see that he was covered up. He wasn't.  He was
still dressed and sleeping soundly. I glanced at my watch. It was only
4:30; we'd been home less than three hours.  I took off his shoes and socks
then unbuckled his belt and pulled it gently out of his jeans then undid
the buttons of his fly. I managed to work his jeans off of him without
waking him up, then covered him up in his T-shirt and cum-soaked shorts.  I
tossed his jeans in the laundry; they were socked with cum too.

Wisely, they'd had the reunion on Saturday so people traveling a distance
would have Sunday to travel and rest up.  I turned on the coffee maker and
made a cup of coffee and took it out on the back deck. I reared back in the
chair with my feet cocked up on the railing to enjoy the chill and the dark
gray of the early morning, and to recall last night. I wondered how Colt
would be when he woke up and faced me. I wondered how I would be facing
him.  No matter how you cut it, I was the responsible party so I had more
to face than he did.  I didn't want him to get all fucked up over it. Would
it happen again, I wondered?  We had to talk, that was for sure.

Just then the phone rang. I rushed inside to get it before it woke Colt up.
It was the dispatcher from work.

"Tom, I've been trying to reach you all day yesterday."

"I was at a family reunion.  What's up that's so important that you're
calling me at this hour?"

"Ryan took his wife to the hospital, she's been in labor.  We need you to
take his run if you can."

"When? Where to?" I asked.

"Lincoln, Nebraska."

"Nebraska!"

"Lincoln's not far into the state, might as well say it's Iowa," he said.

"Am I driving his rig?"  I asked.

"Yeah."

"What's my departure time?"

"Truck's loaded.  You can leave anytime you can get here."

I went in to wake Colt up; he would have to go with me.

He yawned and stretched. "What's up?  It's still dark out."

"I need you to get up and get showered.  I got a call from the dispatcher
to make a run. You'll have to go with me."

"Great! Where're we going?" he asked as he put his legs over the edge of
the bed.

"Lincoln, Nebraska."

"Cool!"

"Throw a few things in a bag; we'll be gone overnight both ways."

I showered while he packed his bag. While he was showering I picked up his
clothes and tossed them in the hamper, but not before I checked them
out. His shorts were still damp with his cum. I put his shorts up to my
face and inhaled several times before I tossed them in the hamper. Then I
packed a bag for myself.

"This is going to be so neat," Colt said excitedly when he came into my
room drying off.

"It's going to be a long haul," I told him.

"I've never even been in a big rig and now I'm going all the way to
Nebraska in one.  Is this going to be one of those big fancy ones with a
sleeper?"

"Not really fancy but it's a sleeper," I said. I was thankful for the run;
it drew our attention away from last night for the moment.

Jake, the dispatcher, was reluctant when he saw I had Colt with me.  "I
don't know about this....there're company rules about riders," he said.

"Company rules? It's old man Bennett's rules, he is the company.  Besides,
he's not a rider, he's my relief driver," I said. He was still
reluctant. "Does the company want to stand by its dumb ass rules and leave
that load sitting at the dock, or does the company want it delivered?
Anyway, it's no different than guys swinging by and picking up their
girlfriends after they leave the docks, and you know that's going on."

With that he handed me the keys.  I let Colt check out the sleeper while I
went over the checklist.  He was really excited when I climbed in the
truck.

"Man, this is like an apartment.  There's even a refrigerator and TV.  And
even a weight bench, and weights."

'"Yeah, Ryan's a bodybuilder," I said. I started it up and pulled out of
the bay.  "You can lay back there and watch TV if you want to, or get
caught up on the sleep you've lost."

"No, I'd rather be up here with you and see the scenery," he said.

"Won't be much to see for an hour or so till it starts getting daylight," I
said.

"That's okay; I'd still rather be up here with you."

I thought about that, wondering if he was thinking of last night.  For me,
it had drawn us so close. I hoped it was the same for him.

He hadn't had much sleep and he didn't hold out till the sun came up behind
us.  He was asleep, his head bobbing and his body teetering from side to
side.  When he started to lean towards the door I reached out and pulled
him down on the seat, letting his head rest on my thigh, just like the
night before. I wondered if I should make it a repeat like the night
before. He seemed fitful, squirming around and turning onto his back then
back on his side, facing the back of the seat, and I wondered if he was
completely asleep.

"Can't sleep, buddy?" I asked softly as I lay my hand on his hip as I'd
done before.  He didn't respond but I didn't think he was asleep.

I told myself I shouldn't take it any further and cause him to mess up his
shorts and pants again. But he was so tempting in the early morning dark
with the hum of the powerful engine under me, lulling me into fantasy land.

I let my hand slide off his hip and it fell into his crotch where his right
leg was thrust forward a little and his left leg drawn back slightly. I
left it there, without moving it at first.  I didn't know why I waited,
there wasn't going to be any turning back.  He wanted it, I was sure.  If
he didn't--if he was repulsed by what we'd done the night before--he
would've gotten in the back in the sleeper, away from me. But I waited a
full five minutes before I moved my fingers and then only when I felt his
boyhood responding to the weight of my hand on him.

I began squeezing and massaging and he squirmed under my touch.  I was
pretty sure he wasn't asleep this time, not all the way.  His cock was soon
hard in his jeans. But there was still the problem of messing up his shorts
and jeans.  We didn't need that to contend with.

I brought my left knee up to steady the steering wheel while I pulled my
bandana out of my rear pocket and stuffed it between my legs.  I took hold
of the wheel again and continued to massage my son's boyhood with my right
hand.

"Hey, Colt, do you wanta go back on the bed and take care of that?" I asked
quietly, to see if he was asleep. Quietly as I spoke, my deep voice
reverberated through the cab. I was right, he wasn't asleep.

"I'm okay here, Dad," he said in a soft, timid voice.

"All right, why don't you take it out so we don't have that mess again," I
said. "Shove your shorts and jeans down if you want."

He undid his jeans and rose up to shove them down to his knees, along with
his shorts.  It flashed through my mind like a neon sign, Okay, this is
different.  This is going to be my hand on his bare cock, no denim or
cotton barrier to hide behind.  This was sex, no two ways about it.  But it
wasn't my conscience speaking, it was simply the logic of my brain.  And
when he resumed his position I laid my hand on his bare hip.

I thrilled at the touch of his warm, smooth skin, my heart racing with
anticipation of what lay further. With the air tight in my lungs I let my
hand slide from his hip down to his cock.  I was pleasantly
surprised--proudly surprised--at the length of boy meat that my hand barely
but comfortably fit around. Well over six inches; not bad for a fourteen
year old. Instinctively, when I formed a fist around his cock he thrust
through it.  I stroked back and our rhythm was established.  I let him fuck
my hand.

"Aw, Dad, your hand feels so good," he whispered hoarsely.

"Better than yours?" I joked.

"Lots better than mine."

"But not as good as that guy's mouth, I bet."

"No, that was unbelievable."

I pulled away to spit in my hand then applied it as lube.

"Ohhhh, that feels even better," he moaned as he fucked through the slick
fist.

I tightened my grip and he thrust harder.  I controlled the wheel with my
left knee again and took the bandana from my crotch and handed it to him.
"Here, catch it in this," I told him.

It was over twenty wonderful miles of back and forth thrusting then pausing
and the intervals of holding off became shorter and shorter.  Toward the
end I was barely able to stroke his steely hard cock a dozen times or less
each time before he stopped me.

"Why don't you just let it go, Colt, it's not like it's gonna be your last
and only time," I told him.  Within the next six or eight strokes he
started unloading.  He forgot all about the bandana, sending spurts of boy
cream splattering on the dashboard, the floor, and finally on the seat.  It
was okay.  It was a beautiful thing to see.

"Man, I made a mess," he croaked as he sat up and used the bandana to clean
it up. "I hope I got it all, I wouldn't want Ryan to find traces of cum all
over his truck."

"We'll check it in the daytime," I said.

He curled up on the seat to sleep, leaving me to ponder what'd just
happened, and to face that I'd just had what I considered the first real
sex with my son.

Since he was sleeping so soundly I didn't bother to stop to eat. I woke him
up as we were approaching Lincoln so he could get dressed.

We made better time than I'd expected and I got in the dock right away upon
arrival at our destination and was unloaded in no time.  I asked Colt if he
cared if we skipped the motel and headed right back.

"It's fine with me if you can make the long haul without getting a good
night's sleep. But are we going to stop and eat?"

"We'll pull off at a truck stop to eat and I can grab a few hours' sleep in
the truck if I need to," I told him.  He liked that idea, too, sleeping in
the truck.

I racked up a respectable number of miles before we pulled into the first
truck stop.  I gassed up then I found a slot in the back of the lot near a
small woods, away from the station itself so we wouldn't be bothered with
the trucks pulling in and out just to gas up or eat.

Colt was starving.  I was hungry myself, but he ate like food was going out
of style. I asked our waitress if they had showers.  She said no.

"Truck stops have showers?" Colt asked.

"Yes, a lot of `em do. They used to have sleeping rooms but not so much
anymore because most rigs are sleepers. We'll drive on to the next truck
stop and see if they have showers and if they do, then I might catch a few
winks."

A big billboard advertising the next truck stop said they had showers.  I'd
already gassed up so I pulled directly into the parking area.

"Grab your stuff," I said as I reached for my travel bag.

"They've got showers here?"

"Yeah."

"That's neat.  But then it's a truck stop, I guess they wanta take good
care of the truck drivers," he said.

We went inside and I asked to use the showers, with my money out.  The lady
frowned at me having Colt with me.

"We don't usually let youngsters use the showers," she said.

"Come on, you can make an exception, can't you?  He's my son and relief
driver."

She scowled and looked at him.  "Do you know how to drive that rig?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I do.  I'm not supposed to but he lets me sometimes on the
long stretches," he lied.

Godd, what a little liar! I almost laughed out loud. She didn't believe
him, of course, but she okayed him using the showers.

I knew Colt was having the adventure of his life, but he was wide eyed
going into the showers.  And I was proud as punch to have him with me.  It
was a good feeling for me, and him, to have him in the company of men like
that.  Being an athlete, he wasn't shy about undressing, following my lead.
I took one shower stall and pointed him to the one right across from me.
The red tiled shower stalls were wide open, no doors or curtains.  I told
myself I wanted to keep an eye on him; in truth, I wanted to watch him
shower, wanted to see his muscular boy's body.

"Are we going to eat here, too, Dad?"

"Yes, if you're still hungry."

"Dad?" someone said from another shower stall. "Is there a dad/son team in
here?"

"Here," I said.

The man appeared in front of my open shower.  "That's my relief over
there," I said, pointing to Colt.

He looked around and blinked.  "Youngest damned relief I ever saw," he
said, and we laughed at my little joke.

"That's Colt, I'm Tom."

"Jackson," he said, putting his hand out to me.  I shook his hand then he
turned to put his hand out to Colt.  "Good to meet you Colt."

"Same here, Sir."

"I said it was Jackson, not sir."

"Yes, sir....I mean....Jackson," Colt stammered.

"Mighty impressive hunk of manhood," Jackson remarked casually as he went
on back to the change area.

He was referring to Colt but I didn't know if he was talking about the
young man he was, or his manhood in particular.  My mind was already
conjuring up the possibilities that could be pursued but I quickly
dismissed them.  I needed to get some sleep, and besides it wouldn't be
right, like pimping him out to a stranger.

Jackson kept the conversation going as Colt and I finished showering and we
were drying off.  He kept asking Colt questions and not one to be shy, Colt
moved down in front of the man's shower to answer and talk to him.  I
wasn't sure Colt realized what was going on but I got the distinct feeling
that the guy was just wanting to ogle my son.  I had to put an end to it.

"Get dressed, Colt, so we can eat."

Colt gave the guy one final thrill by reaching into his shower to shake his
hand.

I ate pretty light; Colt downed twice as much as I did.  But I couldn't
sleep on a full stomach like he could.

Walking back to the rig, Colt asked, "I know you need to get some sleep,
Dad, so I'll sleep up in the seat so you can have the bed."

"No need to do that, the bed's big enough for both of us."

"But I don't wanta bother you the way I toss and turn," he said.

"You won't bother me.  If you start tossing and turning, I'll just grab
hold of you and hold you down.  Or kick you out," I added."

So we crawled into the bed together, both of us naked. I'm sure it was what
he expected because he always slept naked when he came to visit, something
he was not allowed to do at home with his mother. It was beautiful and it
was perfect, but I vowed to keep it platonic.  It could've been wonderfully
different, but I wanted it to be what it was, Colt and me getting a few
hours rest.  Whatever it could have been, it could still be later. For the
time being I had to satisfy myself with the earlier jackoff session.

I was more tired than I thought.  I slept right into the night, tossing and
turning now and then to the wonderful reality that I had my naked teenage
son right there with me. The night wasn't completely uneventful; I got a
hardon and so did Colt, but he was the one who moved away to his edge of
the bed.  I was proud of him for that.  Disappointed, but proud that it was
likely he didn't want to disturb me.

I didn't sleep the entire night but I slept soundly and that's how and when
I got my best rest.  I was wide awake by 2:30 am.  I eased out of the bed
and put on the tight boxer briefs I'd taken off a few hours earlier.  I put
on socks and my work boots and that was it.

As I was slipping out of the sleeper, the rest of my clothes in hand, Colt
asked, "Are we taking off?"

"Yeah, I'm good to go, but you can go back to sleep," I said.

"I'd just as soon sleep on the seat like before," he said, getting out of
bed.  He saw that I was in my boots and shorts.  "Are you driving like
that?"

"Yeah, it's early morning; I thought it'd be comfortable."

"Can I sleep up there like this?" he asked.

"Sure.  But bring your clothes with you, just in case I get pulled over."

I was already gassed up and ready to go. I slid under the wheel and started
the engine.  It came to life with a deep rumbling power that always
thrilled me, then idled like a purring lion. Colt came up in the seat
beside me and stuffed his clothes against the door.

"This is fun," he said excitedly, peering out into the dark early
morning. "Thanks for bringing me along, Dad.  Not that you had a choice,"
he added laughing.

"I would've brought you along anyway," I said.

"I know. You were just making it sound like you had to bring me along."

I could see the excitement in his eyes as I pulled the rig slowly out of
the lot and onto the road. A hundred yards further and over the hump, I
turned onto the ramp to get on the highway.  Colt didn't settle back in the
seat till I was up to speed.  Then he leaned into the corner against the
door and gazed out the window.  I knew he would be asleep in no time.  When
he started to doze I reached over and squeezed his bare thigh.

"Why don't you lay across the seat like before," I said.  "I know my thigh
doesn't make the best pillow, crawl in back and get one of the pillows if
you want."

He didn't say anything and he didn't get the pillow either.  He moved out
of the corner and stretched out across the seat on his side, resting his
head on my thigh. I was pleased at that.  And admittedly, hopeful.  I
turned down the dash lights.  A few miles later he turned over on his other
side, facing the back of the seat; facing my hip.  Then he did the
damnedest thing. He shoved his right arm under my leg and wrapped both arms
around my thigh like he was hugging a pillow.

"I love you, Dad."

"And I love you, Son."  Then, "Colt, I've been meaning to ask you; are you
okay with what we did coming home from the reunion?"

"You mean at the rest park? Yeah. Big time okay."

"No, I meant later, in the truck."

"Yes, that too," he replied simply.

"Good.  I didn't want you to get all screwed up in the head over it.  I
mean, it's not something a dad and son normally do."

"I know.  But we're better than just normal," he said.

I laughed.  "Well, I've always thought so, too, but I never put in just
those words." I drove another couple of miles.

"Dad.....?"

Yeah?"

"Would you.....wanta do it again, like before?" he asked.

"Sure, if you want to," I replied, laying my hand on his hip.

He purred and hugged my thigh tighter.  "I'd really like to do more."

That jolted me because I didn't know what he was thinking, and I didn't
know what to say.

"What do you mean by more?" I asked.

"Well, so far it's been sort of one sided," he said.  "I'd like to do
something back.....reciprocate."

"Do you mean what I did for you?" I said huskily.

"That at least," he said.

I still didn't know exactly what he meant but it scared me that he was
thinking way past me.

"Anything more would be taking it over the line," I said in a cautious
tone.

"Even if I want to?  Even if it's my idea?"

"I'm the dad; I'm supposed to be guiding you down the paths of life," I
said.

"So guide me down this one," he said.

"Son, you're fourteen."

"Are there certain ages for doing and learning new stuff? I was old enough
for the rest park, and in the truck, how old do I have to be for this?" he
asked as he brushed his hand roughly over the front of my shorts.

"Colt!" I groaned, but he wasn't paying any attention and he didn't
withdraw his hand. Instead he was groping, squeezing the front of my shorts
and I was letting him. My cock was coming alive. Wrong as I thought it
was---although I couldn't tell you why after what we'd already done
together--I didn't protest any further. I worried some about his boldness,
afraid he might be as bold with other men or boys, but I would address that
later.

"Shouldn't mess up your shorts," he said.

I didn't stop him when he tugged on the waistband of my shorts and
stretched it under my balls.  My cock lay thick and heavy over my balls. It
was rubbery like a radiator hose but pulsating steadily to a hardon.  He
just lay there and gazed at it for a couple of miles.

"You're so big," he murmured.  "I hope I get that big."

"I'm sure you will. You're already well on your way," assured him.

He hefted my balls then.  "Your balls are big too, and so heavy.  They must
be full."  He leaned in then but I put my hand on his head to stop him.

"Colt....be sure," I said huskily

"If I wasn't sure, Dad, I wouldn't be doing this," he said. "I mean you
gotta figure there's a reason I pulled your shorts down, right?"

"Alright."  I let go of his head and he went for the head of my cock.  I
groaned, "Ohhh, fuck!" and I my eyes rolled when he took it in his mouth,
making it hard to steer "Ohh, Godd, Colt."

"Am I doing that good?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Awww, if you only knew."

"I'm glad, `cause I like doing it.  You taste good."

I didn't know my cock would have a taste; I thought he was referring to my
precum. He sucked me for several miles while I fought to hold off and to
keep the truck between the fence posts.  He stopped to pull on my shorts,
to take them off of me.  It was stupid of me but I lifted my butt up off
the seat so he could pull them down to my thighs then together we worked
them off so they clung to my left thigh.  Otherwise I was naked except for
my socks and boots.  He resumed his position, reclined on the seat instead
of laying his head on my thigh; he tried to shove my thigh up off the seat
so he could get under it.  I switched on the cruise control and cocked my
right boot up on the dashboard.  He dove for my cock again, this time with
free access. With that he really did a number on me.  He was fairly
devouring my cock.

I was stunned; I had no idea he even had these thoughts or feelings, let
alone would be so good at what he was doing.  All we'd done so far was
tantamount to two guys messing around; experimenting like a couple of boys.
This wasn't just messing around; this was serious stuff.

I moved my hand from his hip to his cock like I'd done before. He moaned a
soft little moan as he shoved his cock through my fist. I played with his
cock for a good many miles while he sucked me, then I moved my hand to his
butt. I couldn't help myself. He'd taken a huge step; it wouldn't hurt for
me to take the next big one. I massaged the taut muscles and wet my finger
to slide between them.  I wet my finger several times till his crack was
slippery and I could easily massage his asshole. He moaned louder when I
shoved a finger though his hole up to the first knuckle.

"Maybe we can cum this way, at the same time," I said.

He groaned his approval.

I probed deeper till I found Colt's prostate and I was massaging it ever so
gently to maintain a level of pleasure that would keep him primed and
moaning but not take him over the top. Not till I was close.

I didn't know how many miles we pleasured each other; I just knew that I'd
never had such intense sex.  Suffice to say, it was a long distance, well
past a rest park and then past a truck stop. I should've stopped but I
couldn't bring myself to interrupt what we were doing. Dusk set in and I
turned on the dash lights.

Somewhere along the way, Colt got caught up in his own pleasure and began
squirming and thrusting back on my hand. I suddenly didn't care if we went
off together. It didn't matter if I got off at all; only if he did.

I lowered my cruise speed and took a good, concentrated grip on the
wheel. We rolled another mile or so before the gods smiled on us.

"Colt, I'm getting close," I said in a low, raspy voice.

"Me, too," he gasped, taking only that split second off my cock. Then he
sucked me with a vengeance while I fucked his ass with two fingers.

A moment later I told him. "I'm coming, Colt!"

He whinnied like a pony and gobbled my cock all the more. He was like a
hungry wolf on a slab of raw meat. Seconds later I was unloading in his
mouth. It was a horrific load.  It gushed out of my cock in torrents,
quickly filling his mouth and engulfing my belching cock in its liquid
heat.

My mind reeled as I realized that he was swallowing my cum! I never
intended for him to do that. I never intended to go off in his mouth. I had
a hell of a time keeping control of the truck. I turned on the blinkers and
slowed to a crawl till I recovered. Finally, I pulled my fingers out of his
ass and put both hands on the wheel and pulled off at the next exit.  I
drove up the ramp, crossed over the secondary road, and eased down the
entrance ramp to a complete stop.

"Why are we stopping?" he asked as he sat up.

"I need to settle down.  And you didn't get off," I said.

"I'm okay, Dad."

"No you're not."  I idled the truck and set the brakes, then I eased him
back down across the seat.  "You've got this coming," I said as I hunkered
down and took his quivering cock in my mouth.

"Aww, Dad!" he cried out.  "Ohhh, that feels so good!"

It was my turn to be the hungry wolf.  I devoured him.  I was surprised at
my level of lust, having just gone off, but it was more than about my own
pleasure; it was the deep feelings I had for my son, and the desire to make
him happy.  He responded beautifully, humping his butt up off the seat to
fuck my throat and at one point he brought his legs up and wrapped them
around my head.  I didn't have to wonder if we could be seen by other
truckers driving down the ramp--we could--but I didn't care.

I let go of his cock and brought his hips up and over, bending him in half,
then I dove for his ass.  I'd never done this before--had it done to
me--but it was the natural and right thing to do with my son. He'd said I
should lead him down the paths; I wanted him to know what this felt
like. He had to keep his hands over his mouth to keep from screaming and
once he gasped out that he was close.  I paused and sucked his balls
instead. Then I brought him back down and sucked his cock.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he gasped.

I paused and said, "Absolutely."

I sucked him to the end till his cum was gushing into my mouth.  I silently
wept with joy as I felt his boy cream spurting in my mouth, and savored the
taste of him. I stayed on him till he was quivering uncontrollably, till he
finally begged me to stop, he couldn't take any more.

I released his cock and eased him back down on the seat, wiping my mouth as
I straightened up.

We were quiet as I fumbled around to find my clothes. Colt curled up in a
ball on his side of the seat, exhausted.  I let him sleep for a few minutes
then woke him and told him he should get dressed. That's when we heard the
siren and saw the flashing lights.

"I'm getting pulled over; hurry up and get some clothe son," I said.

He panicked and fumbled with his clothes but it was too late.  Even before
I rolled the truck to a complete stop the police officer was at my door. I
looked over at Colt; all he'd managed to get on was his briefs but I had no
choice but to open the door.

"What's the trouble, officer?" I asked.

He must have caught a glimpse of Colt for he climbed up on the running
board so he was eyeball to eyeball with me.

"Maybe I should be asking you that question," he said, cocking his mirror
sunglasses up over his head. He was damned hot and had the darkest, snappy
eyes ever.

"The boy was just waking up from a nap," I explained.

"Your boy?"

"Yes."

"He your dad?" he asked Colt.

"All my life," Colt replied smartly.

"Little smart ass," the cop remarked.

"He can be; sorry," I said.

"Oh, don't apologize," he said with a grin. "Got one that age myself.  He's
not as cute, though, or as well put together."

"Why'd you pull me over?" I asked.

"Curious about having a boy in the cab," he said.  "Most companies don't
allow riders."

"No choice; I was called out and I couldn't leave him by himself."

"No, you probably do need to keep a close eye on him.'

I looked at him, square in the face, with a grinning scowl.  "No offense,
officer, but I think you're more than a little curious."

"Okay, I'm very curious," he said.  "Think maybe I need to come around to
the other side."  He adjusted his sun glasses and went around the front of
the truck.

"What's up, Dad?" Colt asked as he was still sorting out his clothes.

"I'm not sure."  Then, "No, don't bother with your clothes," I said in a
low tone.

"Alright."

The cop opened the door and climbed up on the running board. I couldn't see
behind the mirrored sunglasses but it was obvious that he was looking Colt
up and down.

"Are we going to get arrested?" Colt asked his dad quietly.

"No, no," said the cop. Then he asked, "Why is he in his shorts?"

"He didn't have a chance to get them off before you opened the door," I
replied smartly.

"I think you need to follow me to the next weigh station, right up the
road.  I'll have a sheriff's car meet us there to take you and the boy to
the state headquarters."

"What about my truck?" I asked.

"It'll be impounded till they have a chance to ask you some questions."

"Okay, officer, I'm not following you anywhere. I don't trust you.  I'm
gonna pull out of here so if you don't wanta get thrown off the running
board you need to step down.'

"Okay that just got you a ticket," the officer said as he climbed in the
cab and pulled the door shut. Colt scooted over to make room for him.

"Let's stop playing games," I said as I reached over and grabbed his book
out of his hand.

"This ain't a game," he said.  He reached for his book but I kept it out of
his reach.

"Yeah it is.  You're gonna start to write me a ticket while you tell me
there's a way to get out of it.  So why don't you just do what you climbed
up in my truck for then be on your way." I reached over and gently removed
his mirrored sun glasses. "One thing, though; he don't get fucked."

I could see his face turning red under his dark tan. He didn't say
anything; like he was tongue tied, and it looked like he was having trouble
getting his breath.

"Fuck, I never seen anything so cute in all my life," he said in a raspy
voice as he laid his hand on Colt's thigh.  Suddenly he doffed his cap and
with a whimpered groan, leaned down and buried his face in the boy's
crotch.

Colt laid back against me and I held him while the rugged officer mouthed
the front of his shorts while at the same time he tugged them down.  Colt
lifted his butt for him to take the shorts off. He laid his head back on me
and let out a little moan as the officer began sucking his cock. The cop
was loudly appreciative, moaning and slurping each stroke. At one point he
rose up and asked, "Can you cum?"

"Yeah," Colt replied.

"Do it in my mouth."

"Alright."

Just watching him, my own cock got hard. I thought about offering it to him
but I didn't think he was interested in man-cock.

He rose up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  "This is a
fuckin' dream come true."

"Wait till he gives you his load; that'll make your dream complete," I
said.

"He taste good?"

"Like fresh honey right out of the cone," I said.

"Aww, boy, give it to me.  Give me your sweet boy honey," he murmured as he
went back down on him.

The cop nearly went wild when Colt shot his load.  He whimpered and moaned
as he slurped and sucked the stuff out of him.  When Colt was obviously
finished the cop kept sucking him.  Finally he rose up from his crotch,
breathing hard, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Godd, that was beautiful."

"I'm glad you liked it," Colt said.

Colt didn't lose his hardon.

"You're still hard."

"Yeah, that happens sometimes," Colt said

"Can I do you again?"

"Yeah, but there won't be much," Cold said.

"I want every drop you have left," the cop said and he went back down on
him.

The cop was sweating by the time he got Colt off the second time; sweating
and breathing hard.

"This has been the best day of my life," he said.  "But I have to get back
out there."  He straightened up and asked for his book back.  He thanked
Colt and was about to exit the truck when he saw Colt's briefs on the
floor.  He reached down and picked them up.

"You can have those if you want," Colt told him."

"Thank you.  Thank you."

We watched the patrol car drive off down the road then I started the truck.

Colt was quiet for some miles, then out of the blue, he asked, "Is sex with
girls ever as good as it is with guys?"

"That would be up to you to decide that when the time comes. That shouldn't
be too soon, by the way."

Another quiet mile, then, "I liked what you did with your fingers before we
got stopped."

"Good.  I wanted you to experience that."

"It felt really good.  I guess that's the reason why guys like to get
fucked."

"One of the reasons, I'm sure," I said.

"Have you ever fucked another guy?"

I didn't jump on an answer.  I wasn't expecting his question and I didn't
know how to answer him; whether to lie or tell him the truth.

"Yeah," I said, rather quietly.

"No kidding!"

"No kidding," I said. I waited for the next question that I knew was
coming.

"Have you ever let another guy......"

"No," I cut in. "No, that's never happened. Truth is, what's happened
between us has never happened with another guy."

"So we were virgins together," he said with a smile.

"You could say that."

"How come you did it with me?"

"Because it seemed right after what we did with that guy at the rest
park. Because you're my son and I wanted to give you pleasure."

It was a good mile or so further before he spoke again and when he did he
knocked my socks off.

"Dad, would you ever fuck me?"

It was another mile before I answered him.  "What we've done so far is
really pushing the envelope," I said in a measure tone. "Taking it to that
level would blow the lid off."

"If I wanted to blow the lid off?" he asked. "Your fingers felt so good."

"What I did with my fingers is nothing compared to what you're suggesting."

"Meaning it'd be totally awesome getting fucked?"

"I meant it'd be taking things too far.  So far it's kinda like we're two
boys messing around, experimenting, like you might do with one of your
friends."

"Except you're not a boy, you're my dad."

"Which makes it even worse to even think about it," I said.

"Not for me," he said.  "Why would it be so much worse than us sucking each
other? I think it'd be even better.  It'd be like us making love. It'd be
like a way of showing how much you love me, and me showing you by letting
you do it."

He was looking at me, waiting for an answer; waiting for me to say I would
fuck him.  Fuck my own son?  Society would say that was the ultimate
perversion.  How could I ever live with myself?  But his love logic was
weakening my resolve.

"We'll have to see. For now, we need to stop talking about it," I said.

"Okay, I can be happy with what we're doing for now," he said.

"Colt, no, we......we can't....this has all been a fluke, that we've
experimented around with each other.  We can't keep doing......"

"You can't do that, Dad," he cut in sternly.  "You can't show me all this
wonderful stuff then just stop like nothing ever happened. Please.  You
can't say it's been okay up to now then all of a sudden it's wrong."

"I'm not saying it's wrong, what we've done."

"Yes you are.  You're feeling guilty about the idea of fucking me, and
you're making me feel guilty for bringing it up. You were worried about me
getting all fucked up in the head and now you're fucking up my head."

"Colt, no, that's not...."

"No, you're right; we shouldn't be talking about it.  No sense talking
about something that won't ever happen." With that, he leaned against the
door and looked out the window.

What have I done!  I cursed myself as I drove on, tears falling down my
face. I had to make it right.  Somehow I had to rebuild the trust my son
had in me; I had to repair his broken heart and restore our love.  It
wouldn't be just fucking him. I would indeed be making love to him, because
I loved him so deeply. It would have to be the right time, though, and the
right place, for it could well be my last chance to prove my love.

                      The End (Or possibly to be continued......)

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