Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2018 17:18:58 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Truckers Son (Gay/ncest, oral, anal, b/M)

Incest, oral, anal, b/M

Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
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                     Truckers Son
                         By
                        Wolf

	I was a 12-year-old youngster during post War years
of 1945 to 1949.  My father was rodeo ridder and took me
along with him from the San Fernando Valley to San
Francisco for a rodeo in the Cow Palouse.

	Dad was a six-foot-two, 185-pounder, with flaming
red hair all over his body, and he was a long-haul truck
driver.  Dad was pulling a trailer with his roping horses and
tack in it.  He stopped at a truck stop rest area on Highway
99.  The big rigs stopped there to stretch their legs and
check their brakes and tires.

	I had only just found out that it was fun to play with
my penis and when I got caught playing with myself, by my
Dad in the barn one day, he told me that men did that, there
was no shame for doing it, BUT do it in private places.

	It was midnight when we pulled into the truck stop, I
had to shit really badly, so Dad told me to go take care of
business while he checked the brakes on the trailer and
truck.  I ran to the restroom and the first cubical was full (no
doors) with a real hairy dude facing the bowel and a hard
dick sticking down covered by his hand.  It was the biggest
cock I had ever seen at that time of my life.

      I moved to the nixed stall.  (YEA, I was a virgin, but not
for long).  Well, I dropped my ass on that cold toilet seat and
did my business.  When I reached for the toilet paper to
wipe my butt I looked through a hole in the wooden
partition and saw that guy with the monster pecker, and he
was chocking it real slow.  My own little pecker got real
hard.  I didn't know why.

	We had been on the road for two days and I hadn't
had an opportunity jerk-off.  It had a habit of getting hard at
inopportune moments.  I was not its master, if I didn't jerk-
off for three days it would leak, putting spots in my
underwear and on the front of my Wrangler jeans.  So here I
was sitting there with a stiffy while I finished crapping and
peed.

	I was debating if I should stand up because I was sure
the man would see my stiff penis before I could pull my
underwear up.  If I say in there much longer, Dad would
think that there was something wrong and come looking for
me.  So, I risked it and stood up as I pulled my underwear
and jeans up.  There was no hiding my stiffy, because it was
sticking straight out in front of me like an accusing finger.
The man was fiddling with his cock and I thought he
wouldn't notice me.  I pulled my clothes to my knees and
stood up and quickly pulled my tidy whites up.

	Then I heard a rough voice say, "Put your thing
through the hole boy!"  I saw his finger sticking through the
hole and he rubbed his finger around in a circular motion.

	Well, I was always taught to obey my elders, so I
approached the partition and stuck my penis through the
hole.  What happened was not what I expected.

	I thought he would just touch my thing. But OH NO!  It
was a shock when I felt his wet tongue slip in my foreskin
and circle around under the skin.  He would not let me pull
my penis back.  I learned my lesson, there was NOTHING I
COULD DO, my dick just started squirting out Jizz.

	I didn't know at the time that men of good taste liked
stuff that tasted good.  At least until later.

	When he had sucked all of my jizz out of my dick he
released it and I pulled it out of the hole.  I finished pulling
up my underwear and Wranglers and made a quick exit from
the men's room.  I was afraid the big hairy man would hit me
for shoot jizz in his mouth.  Well I didn't get away clean.

	As exited the restroom, Dad was coming towards the
restroom, one look at me and he asked, "Is everything all
right?"

	"Yah"

	Dad said, "I need to drain the tank too!  I want you to
go to the truck and stay with the horses."

	I did as I was told.  I got in the trailer and gave them
fresh water and stroked them to calm them down, while I
waited for Dad to return.  It seemed a little long for a piss
call.  When Dad emerged, he seemed to have a spring in his
step and a smile on his face.  I suspected that something had
happened.

	Dad smiled and told me, "Be sure to clean the tips of
your boots."

	When I looked down I saw that the toes of my boots
had a few wet cum drops on them.  A tell tail sign of what I
had been doing.  GAWD...I just wanted to die of
embarrassment.  MY DD MUST KNOW WHAT HAD
HAPPENED!

	When we were back on the road I pretended to be
asleep curled up against the passenger I avoided Dad's eyes
all day.

	Dad did all right at the rodeo and got some prize
money and won some bets on the side.  The trip had been
profitable.  So, we were in a good mood on the trip home.

	We stopped at that same rest stop.  This time I stayed
in the cab of the truck.  As Dad got out he said, "You better
drain the tank too, it's another 200 hundred miles before we
get home."

	I climbed out and went to the restroom.  I stood at the
metal urinal and pulled out my penis and tried to drain the
tank, as my Dad called it.  I was trying to be very discreet,
but it didn't work because Dad was standing next to me.  He
just let it all hang out!

	Believe it or not this was the first time that I had ever
seen what was under that big silver rodeo buckle, and I was
impressed.  It was big, and it had a foreskin that covered the
wet knob and a thick red bosh around the base.  I couldn't
take my eyes off of it as it hung out, like a flesh colored
snake peeking out of a red tumble weed.  It got bigger and
started rising until it was pointing at the ceiling.

	I blushed when Dad caught me looking at his cock,
and my own dick was responding strangely.

	Dad asked, "what's wrong son?"

	"Oh, I was just remembering the other night."

	He smiled and said, "I had a good time and was told
you did too, right?"

	I started hemming and hawing.

	He chuckled and said, "We will talk about it on the
way home."

	Dad told me that he always drove a Perter built Simi.
He was a good driver, and I logged a lot on mileage on the
floor board on the cab facing the hydraulic driver's seat.  I
learned how and why you swallow, and we never told Mom
about it either.  Dad had a cock that was 8.5 inches long.  I
spent my summer vacations being his swamped.  We had to
make sure to wash the sheets in the sleeper before going
home.  By the end of a long trip the sheets would smell of
cum and sweat.

	Dad passed away a couple of decades ago.  GAWD do I
miss him and all the creamy desert that he packed in his
Wrangler jeans.  He was 90-years-old the last time we went
cross country, this time he was shotgun.  He could still fire
off his gun with class and it as always fully loaded.  He was a
Golden Bear by then.


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