Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2018 13:24:04 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Road Trip with Dad - Part 1 *Road Trip with Dad -- Part 1 * Gay, incest, father, son, uncle This is a story about consensual sex between a young man, his dad and his uncle. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * (A continuation of the story began in "Pajama Night with Dad") After my folks had been divorced for a few months, my Dad got a phone call out of the blue. It was his brother, my Uncle Rory, telling him that he was getting remarried. He had been divorced from his wife for years, so it was good that he'd finally found someone new. Uncle Rory lived in Colorado, so there was plenty of time to get there. Dad decided that it would be a good idea for us to take a road trip, see the country, spend time together bonding, that kind of thing. When the day came to start our road trip, the car was packed and ready to go with plenty of time to spare, so we got on the road anyway, hoping to make good time and get checked into a motel before it got dark. We talked about anything that popped into our heads and we sat in comfortable silences whenever we ran out of things to say. We got along well, always had, and this trip was neither awkward nor uncomfortable for either of us. We stopped to eat lunch and then again to eat dinner when it was time to find a place to stay for the night. I hadn't slept well the night before due to my excitement about the trip, so we agreed to go to bed early so that we could get a good night's rest and get up and on the road early the next morning. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was having a nightmare, when I felt Dad shaking me. I heard him say, "Wake up, son. You're having a bad dream." I opened my eyes and was instantly glad to be awake once more and out of that hellish dream. He had joined me in my bed and had me wrapped in his strong arms. I felt safe again. "You wanna tell me about it?" He asked. "I was alone in a forest. It was pitch black, the moon wasn't even out. I was surrounded by tall trees, dripping with strangling vines. Everywhere I turned, my escape was cut off by those trees and vines. I didn't know where I was or how to get out of there. Then I heard noises like wild animals crying... then I woke up in your arms." "That was you, son. I heard your low, strangled screams. That's how I knew you were having a nightmare. What do you think set it off?" "I don't know... the divorce maybe?" "Really? Why do you say that?" He asked sounding concerned. "I don't know... maybe because we're not a family anymore. We're alone for the first time and I'm worried about what might happen to us... to you." He took my face in his hand and stated reassuringly, "Well, you have nothing to worry about. We're *still* a family... you and me. And I'm not going anywhere, understand?" I nodded and laid my head back down on his chest. That's when he asked, "Where are your pajamas, Eddie?" "Oh, you know I don't really like to wear those things, so I took them off after I got in bed." "But we agreed that you should wear them on the trip... in case anything happened, and we needed to get out quickly." "It sounded to me like more of a suggestion... and I never agreed," I answered jokingly. He sighed heavily knowing he wasn't going to get me to put them back on. "Fine, but put them on the bed so that you can grab them if you need to, okay?" I nodded, reached down to get them off the floor, then threw them on the bed and went back to cuddling my dad. I fell asleep sometime later and don't even remember dreaming after that. When I awoke again, it was morning and Dad was still lying in bed with me, laying on his back, his arm still under my neck. I looked down and saw that he had kicked the covers off like he always did when he slept. I noticed that his cock was tenting his pajamas. All I could think was that I had to touch his hardon. So, I reached inside the opening and pulled it out. I admired it for a few seconds. It was big, bigger than mine, with a mushroom head which I loved and was secretly jealous of. He wasn't waking up, so I thought maybe I'd stroke it a little. He stirred, but still didn't wake, so I got braver and sped up my stroking a little. I heard quiet sounds coming from deep in his throat, so I sped up some more. He bucked into it, ever so slightly. I thought he might be getting close, so I increased the speed until he the first pearly, ropes of cum shot out of his wide slit. "Oh, fuckkkk!" He moaned as I continued to jack him off, emptying his load all over his pajama top. When he opened his eyes, he seems a little disoriented then he saw my hand and his gaze traveled up to my face. He looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile at me, the one that always made me smile too. I lit up on the inside as well as the outside every time I saw it. "Wow!" He said, once he had caught his breath. "I guess I needed that." "I'll say you did!" "Look at me. My pjs are a mess. How am I supposed to wear these again?" "I guess you'll just have to sleep in the nude, like me." "Did you plan this, son?" I shook my head and assured him, "Nope, just happened to work out great, that's all. Now I get to see you in all your glory." "I'm hardly glorious, son, but thank you." Dad was always downplaying how fit and attractive he was. He was my idea of perfection anyway, even if he didn't think he was. He was tall, had reddish-brown hair covering his broad chest and fairly, flat stomach. His arms were big from lifting weights and his legs strong and muscular from doing lots of squats. I loved looking at him and I did, all the time. I was still pretty average, but with his help, I was starting to fill out. We went to the gym together a couple of times a week to work out. It always made me horny to see him sweating either on the gym floor or in the sauna, but I had to be careful not to pop a boner in the gang showers when I was soaping up and rinsing off beside him. Anyway, I was pretty sure I was the envy of all the other guys in the gym because I got to go home with this perfect man. "That is your opinion... even if it's wrong," I assured him. He laughed and hugged me. "We have to get up and in the shower. You get in there and I'll join you shortly, okay. I have to get out of these cum-covered pajamas!" It was my turn to laugh. I got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the water and stepped in. Dad joined me a few minutes later. He took the soap from me and started lathering up my back. When he got to my butt, he spent a little extra time on my hole, but eventually moved onto my legs, then turned me around and worked on the front, spending a little extra time on my cock and balls then letting me rinse off. I did the same to him then he rinsed off. We got out and dried off then went back into the other room to get dressed and checkout. I was hungry, of course, so we stopped and got some breakfast sandwiches for the road. We had a lot of miles to cover that day and agreed that it would be best if we didn't stop every often. I was still sleepy, the nightmare having left me exhausted, so Dad suggested I take a nap. I laid my head down in his lap and went to sleep with his hand stroking my face. When I awoke sometime later, I turned over. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ear. It made me hard too. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "I'm hard, too. See?" I grabbed my cock through my shorts, showing him the bulge. "I see that." I looked up and saw hat he was watching me, so I took it out and started stroking it for him. "I think that needs taking care of, son. What do you say we pull into the next rest area and do that? Can you hang on for a few more miles?" "Sure." I stuffed it back in my pants and sat up, looking anxiously for the blue sign with white letters that would tell us how far away the next rest area was. A few miles later I spotted it. We soon exited and pulled in. There weren't very many cars in the lot, so Dad parked right in front of the building, then we went into the men's room. It was empty (or so we thought). He picked the stall furthest away from the door, went in then pulled me in too. He reached around behind me and latched the door, then sat down on the toilet seat and pulled me to him. He unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them then pushed them down to my ankles. I was still hard so as soon as my cock popped out of my pants he swallowed me whole. He sucked me while he played with my asshole, just like I liked, so it didn't take me long to get close. But just then a dick appeared through a hole in the partition. It was big and pink and hard. I didn't think dad saw it as he was so intent on sucking me, so I took it in my hand and stroked it. I heard a low moan from the stall next to me and that's when I saw Dad look out of the side of his eye at the intruding penis. He didn't say anything, he just kept sucking, so I just kept stroking it. Soon enough, cum shot out of the guy's slit. That was enough to make me shoot my load down Dad's throat. I bucked like a bronco, but he wouldn't let go. He swallowed it all and only let me go once I was sucked dry. I let go of the guy's dick and Dad handed me some toilet paper to wipe my hand with. He looked up at me and smiled that incredible smile of his. I knew he was pleased with our little detour, but I also knew we had to get back on the road. I pulled my boxers and shorts back up as he got up, reached behind me and unlatched the door. We emerged fully expecting there to be someone else at the sinks or urinals, perhaps the stranger in the next stall, but we were alone. We washed our hands and left quickly. Once we were safely back in the car, Dad said, "Never ever suck a stranger's cock in a public restroom. What you did, playing with it, was fine. Just don't put it in your mouth, okay?" I nodded not sure if I was in trouble despite what he had said. "Good, because you never know where those guys have been or who they've been with." I nodded again, and he smiled to let me know that everything was okay. I smiled back to let him know that I understood that he was just looking out for me. He was my dad, my protector. That was his job and he was good at it, too. We got back on the road and kept each other entertained by singing along with the radio. I know it's corny, but it's just something we'd been doing since I was little. He had a great voice while I thought mine was a little shaky, but he had always praised my vocal abilities because I was having fun. He was my biggest fan and I was his. (to be continued)