Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2016 21:48:18 -0400
From: dean keaton <dean.keaton18@gmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Truckbed

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The characters and events in this story are made up, and the story's
contents do not reflect an endorsement of real-life pedophilia or incest.

Hope you enjoy it.

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I felt at home with him pressed against me. The adrenaline, the anxiety,
the excitement, they all came together and gave me the best stomachache of
my life. My body was giving physical signals that this Should Be Wrong: I
am only twelve, he is my father, and so on, but I knew better. I know
better. The warmth and arousal made it clear. I was smart, everyone knew
how mature I was for my age, they told me often. I knew I could handle it.

I had been sitting in the top bunk of my father's truck bed, quietly and
secretively touching myself through my shorts while my dad laid in the bunk
below. I was spacing out, looking out the window at the nearby street next
to the truck stop. I was careful to be silent and motionless, not even
letting my breath be heard. I don't know if I was doing a poor job, or if
it was because i had been sitting in silence, but he spoke out.

"What're you doin' up there?"

And i responded semi-honestly, albeit frozen with fear, "Nothing, just
looking out the window." I might've been paranoid, but I was nearly sure
the fear had shown in my voice. He didn't seem suspicious of me, but said
he was gonna take a nap, and I decided I would too. I wanted to keep
touching myself but was too afraid of him catching me to continue.

I laid there for probably fifteen minutes trying to sleep. I didn't like
the top bunk very much, the pillow and blanket weren't very good and I was
afraid of rolling off of it. The bottom bunk was better all around, plus it
was darker because it didn't have a window. My dad was already passed out,
but I got down, shook him awake, and asked if I could squeeze in on the
other side of the bed. He didn't care, he was still half asleep and intent
on getting the little bits of it that he could on a trucking job like his.

And so I squeezed in, laying on my side in the opposite direction, my head
next to his feet. It was cramped but still better. I still had difficulty
sleeping though, partly because my father had a bad snoring problem but
mostly because I was still horny from earlier, and still terrified of my
father knowing that I was touching myself. I got hard, but still laid
still, waiting for sleep. I absentmindedly fidgeted with myself while
daydreaming, although in very discreet movements, just rubbing a finger or
two back and forth over myself. There were a few inches between my hand and
my dad's leg.

I had seen plenty of furry porn, and that was what I was thinking about. I
frequented an image board about it. My mind floated between all the
familiar pictures I could remember. I had been out on this trip with my
father for about a week, and would be out another week after. The thing I
missed probably the most was the nightly ritual of secretly getting on the
internet on my Wii's terrible browser, and looking at all the unsourced
furry porn being posted by people probably in similar situations to mine. I
had managed to jack off since leaving maybe twice all week, hiding in the
back of the bunk while my dad was driving. I was used to getting off twice
or more a night.

I got into my rhythm of pseudo-masturbation and fell into a near sleeping
state, but was shook out of it by my father scooting closer to the wall a
few minutes later. His snoring had lulled, but that wasn't out of the order
for him, and it was normal for him to adjust in his sleep it very much
seemed like he was still asleep. I was eager to gain a few inches away from
the edge of the bed, and did so. But my father's blanket, which was barely
sitting on top of his stomach before, slipped down and left him
uncovered. my father was only wearing underwear, which was normal for his
sleep, since he usually wore jeans and no shirt, and nobody likes wearing
jeans to sleep.

He wasn't bulging or hard or leaking or anything like that, just asleep in
his underwear. But I realized I had caught myself checking for those things
as soon as I could see him. I justified that I would've done that if i had
seen any near-naked sleeping person, but the fact was that my mind had
completed its train of thought, moving from furry porn to seeing my dad
exposed, making a short stop at furry incest porn, and resting finally at
Thinking About Fucking My Dad station.

These were thoughts I had skirted around briefly before as incest was one
of my favorite kinks in furry porn communities I frequented. But like so
many others, I had concluded that I didn't have any hot family members, and
lamented that i didn't have a Hot Dad or uncle or something. But I couldn't
help but let my imagination run wild. Even if I didn't think my dad was
hot, the thought of actually having sex with a man was more than enough to
get me overexcited.

I didn't realize i had ramped up into having a full grip on my dick through
my shorts, rubbing it through the fabric. Not until my dad spoke.

"Are you jackin' off over there?" I froze, realizing that was what I was
doing and that my dad had been unusually quiet for a few minutes. He was a
very straightforward man, and was a big fan of crude jokes about sex. His
question was in that sort of jokey voice. I didn't know what to say, so I
said nothing. I pretended to be asleep, kicking back into that Don't Make A
Sound mode from earlier. He didn't follow up his question. My eyes were
wide open, since he couldn't see them, and I was staring at him. I was
trying to see his face, to see if he was looking at me, but I couldn't
tell.

"C'mover here." I didn't need to be told twice, my dad made it very clear
during my upbringing to do as he orders. I had outgrown spankings by then,
but the fear was still plenty there. I turned around and crawled up to be
laying next to my father, me on my side and him on his back. He was a hairy
man all over, from his beard down to his big, fat, hard stomach. Before
saying anything else, he grabbed my hand by the wrist and guided my hand to
his dick, letting it rest there on his underwear. He was hard, his pressed
firmly against the inside of the slightly too small briefs. I didn't make
any move on my own, but I knew I was ready to have sex with him. I never
expected for that to be the case before that day, but I was absolutely
ready to lose my virginity to my father.

"C'mon, you were just doing it to yourself. This should be easy enough. I
haven't gotten off all week, and I know you've been hiding and jacking off
even though I was right up in the front seat driving." I still hesitated
for a moment, the moment feeling fake. I hadn't ever had someone's dick in
my hand.

"I know you're a fag, here's your chance. Go ahead."

And so I nodded, and i squeezed it. It flexed in my hand. So I started
rubbing at its length. My dick was raging in my shorts. If I had been older
I'd probably be leaking precum, but I wasn't developed enough for that. My
father groaned, and only sat through my stimulation for a few moments
before stopping me to pull his underwear down.

My dad's junk was just all around large, and seemed especially so to
someone my size. His balls were large and sagged in an attractive way, and
his dick was almost too thick for me to fit my hand all the way around, and
was longer than my hand pressed up against it, too. He let me play with it
to make these comparisons, but eventually let out a sound like a "hey," to
remind me of my job.

I was more or less consumed by lust at this point. I already spent an
inordinate amount of time thinking about sex to begin with. Countless
conversations with internet friends much older than me about what sex for
the first time would be like. As far as I was concerned, my father had it
exactly correct. I was a fag, and I had my chance, so I was taking it.

I held my fathers cock firmly, jacking him off to the best of my ability,
as I leaned into his warm body. I grinded my 12-year-old dick against his
thigh without thinking about it, and I was resting my head on his
belly. From the start I loved the feeling of another person's dick in my
hand. I knew I'd be hungry to have the experience many more times after
that. I loved making my father moan, and I loved feeling his hips gyrate. I
loved feeling his precum run down onto my hands, and I loved licking it off
and resuming. I loved having his warm, familiar body in this new
context. He could've pronounced me his permanent sex slave right then and
there and I wouldn't have second guessed the assignment. It felt right.

I got adventurous in my lust, and i climbed in between my father's legs so
that i could better alternate hands, or use both together. He didn't stop
me. His eyes were closed with his head leaned back. He was just enjoying
the stimulation. Having both hands holding his dick and feeling him hump
into it was an amazing feeling, for both of us. I felt so lucky to have the
opportunity to experience my father.

The logical way to escalate was obvious, and once I was prepared I didn't
hesitate taking the head of my dad's cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head
around the tip, being quick to start rubbing my tongue in circles. I had
read plenty about blowjobs, I had spent plenty of hours imagining giving
one. I thought I was doing a damn good job.

And apparently I was, because my dad's moans immediately became more
strained and loud. And he moaned out, "son..." which I was very proud of
and aroused by, as it was the first thing he had said since telling me to
start.

He rested both hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me towards
taking more of his cock, which I obliged. My mouth was wide enough to
handle his girth, but I unfortunately couldn't take more than about two
inches past his head into my mouth without gagging. I made up for it in
tongue work. A quick glance up gave me an intense excitement, because I saw
that my dad was staring down at me, watching me give him head.

He didn't last much longer after that. He started rolling his hips more and
humping with greater vigor, and I knew what to expect. When his orgasm
came, his grunts and growls reaching a fever pitch, he pulled my head down
on his cock with great force, making me gag. I liked his roughness,
though. The cum came in five hot spurts, some of which leaked out of my
mouth and ran down his dick, and the rest of which I choked down. It didn't
taste good but I didn't care. I had every lewd thought a kid like me could
have about having his dad's semen inside of him, and it was immensely
satisfying to me.

I was, obviously, ready to have sex all day and all night if he asked, but
he was still tired and didn't care to continue, or talk about what had
happened. I got sent back up to the top bunk so my dad could sleep. I
masturbated furiously for the next half hour. The first load shot onto my
chest, which was the first time I had shot at all, and I was incredibly
impressed with myself. I had run dry by the third orgasm, but managed to
get out a fourth before finally, finally, getting some sleep.

And to give closure to the story, I didn't actually manage to have sex with
my father again that week, because he was in fact working, and no matter
how desperate you are, it's probably not a good idea to distract a semi
driver. But a year or two later, once I got my first phone, being able to
text my dad while he was out finally gave us the chance to be sexual with
each other again, since we didn't really get chances the few times he was
home, and I didn't usually go out with him on trips because of school.
Although, in middle and high school, lying about my age on Grindr (except
to the guys who I realized didn't mind) definitely helped fill the gap when
my father couldn't.