Trucker's Load - Part 6 By Michael Kliewer Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com
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Driving home from the rest area that night was like being in the "Twilight Zone". I couldn't believe I had just fucked my Dad, and loved it. I wondered how long this had been going on. Did he do this every time he said he was playing poker with the guys? Did he stop off first, after? I just couldn't get the visuals out of my head, and my cock was hard just thinking about it. I hoped my Dad really hadn't realized it was I behind the partition, but then again there was a feeling deep inside that he did.
When I got home, Dad was not in. I went immediately to the bathroom to go take a shower. The hot spray felt good against my body, and my still stiff cock needed a good working out. I lathered up generously, working the suds over my hard pecs, my bulging arms, and working myself down my firm stomach. Just the touch of a rough hand across my body sent shivers up my spine. I closed my eyes, and revisited the scene that occurred just a couple of hours ago. The dark, dank rest area toilet, the smells, the sight of my Dad's cock slipping through the hole in the partition made my cock jump. I recalled the warm, velvety feel of my Dad's ass as I penetrated him. Working myself deep into his guts, I could still hear his moans of satisfaction, the desire within him to be fucked. I was about to shoot my load all over the shower wall, when I heard a car pull up in the drive. Shit! My father was home. I quickly finished my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed toward my room.
Just as I entered the hall my father reached the top of the stairs. "Hey Sport, did you have fun tonight?" I didn't know what to say. Was he asking specifically about the fucking, or did he want to play it cool? "I had a great time Dad, how was the poker game?" "Same as always son, got fucked" At that comment I flushed red, almost embarrassed at the thought. "To bad I wasn't with you Dad, we might have taken them on as a team". My Dad looked at me for a brief moment, never giving away his thoughts, and then said, "You know Sport that is a great idea, why don't you come with me next Saturday night?" I was confused, exhilarated, and worried. What exactly did he have in mind? "Sure Dad, I will come home early next weekend, and I can join you and your buddy's for a guys night out". "Sounds like a plan to me Sport, I am sure the Coach will be happy to see you again, and so will the other men". At that he said his good nights, and walked down the hall to his bedroom.
As I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling I wondered just what I had gotten myself into. I was horned up as always, and the thought of joining my Dad in whatever he had planned was not helping matters. Since I was interrupted in the shower from loosing my load, I started stroking my stiff cock, and really working up a rhythm. I closed my eyes and again envisioned the play at the rest area. This time however not only was my Dad in the scene, but a hot, lean cowboy type as well. He would be a trucker, but one of those lean, tight muscular guys who wear form fitting Wranglers, and a summer cowboy hat. He would be wearing his boots, and packing a long dick. He would be fucking my Dad, as I would suck my father's cock through the glory hole. He would pull out, and then shove his cock in the hole, as my Dad ate out his tight, sweaty ass hole. Then it all would climax, as my father lay down on the floor, his legs pulled tight against his shoulders, my cock buried deep inside him, and the trucker's cock deep inside me. The cowboy trucker and I would fuck in tandem as we long dicked our prey. My father's moans of pleasure would echo against the masonry, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh would counterpoint each beat. Soon we both would loose our loads deep into the anal cavity of the man on the bottom, each loving the sensation of ass muscle squeezing tight around our rods. At the thought of loosing my load up my father's ass again, I shot my load on my stomach. The jolting sensations of pleasure swept across my skin as lob after thick lob hit my skin.
The following week was hectic as my homework became increasingly more intense. I was trying to keep up, and studying into the wee hours of the morning was killing me. I also was a bit preoccupied with the thoughts of the up coming weekend plans. My Dad still had not let on that he knew it was me who fucked him. He called on Wednesday to confirm that I was still interested, and to find out what time I would be getting home. I told him I would come home right after my last class on Friday, so that we could take full advantage of the down time. He said that would be great, as my mother was visiting here sister in the town three hours away, and would not be home until Monday.
When Friday finally arrived, I was more than ready to head home. My brain hurt, my dick was hard, and my heart was beating a million times a minute. I got home and unfortunately Dad was nowhere to be found. So I headed to my room to undress and take a quick shower. I closed my eyes and let the hot spray wash over my head and body, and totally zoned out, so much so, that I did not hear anyone come into the room. I was jolted out of my stupor by large muscular arms wrapping themselves around me, and someone pressing themselves against my tight ass. It took me a few seconds to realize that the man who was behind me was Dad. He started to lightly bite and kiss the back of my neck, and his hands roamed across my tight torso. As he neared my left ear he said, "I figured you deserved just as good as you gave sport". I realized that he did know it was I the other night, and I was about to get some hot sex in return. I said nothing, but pushed myself back onto him.
My Dad's cock was rock hard already and pressing itself into the cleft of my ass. I bent slightly to push my hard muscled ass into him and let him know I wanted it. He pushed me a bit further down so that my ass was at a perfect angle for invasion. He took the soap and started to massage my back and really suds me up. I felt his rough hands venture down to my ass crack and start to wash my ass thoroughly. He worked some of the foam into my hole with his fingers, and spread them as he entered. The hot water cascaded down my back, and the steam helped to relax me tremendously. Dad worked three of his thick fingers into my hole, and I started to moan with pleasure. He probed tenderly to allow me to open up slowly to him. I pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more.
He aimed his cock head at my hole, and slowly entered my sphincter. His steady push allowed him to sink into me full cock. I jerked my head upward as I felt his mushroom head hit my prostate. He filled me completely and I was ready to receive his thrusts. Dad grabbed me by my waist and started a slow, deep thrusting motion into my jock ass. He was long dicking me well and I could only open myself up further to his assault. My father leaned down onto my back, and began to talk dirty to my. "You like your Dad's thick dick in you Sport?" "You like having dick up that hot jock ass of yours, don't you? I assented by meeting his thrusts with each motion. He began to really pound my ass in earnest as he continued his litany of dirty talk. "Fuck yeah Sport, feel my hard cock screw your hole", "Make your Daddy proud sport, take him deep!" I braced myself against the tiled wall, and allowed him to fuck me hard. I responded by deep low moans of assent, and the occasional "Fuck me Dad!"
My own cock was dripping precum like a faucet. I lubed up my hand with soap and began stroking to his rhythm. I could feel his hard cock hit deep into my ass, and each time it felt like my ass was on fire. His thick cock stretched my hole. I knew it would not be long before I was rewarded with his spunk. I demanded he fuck my ass hard, I wanted to feel my Dad shoot his load deep into my guts. He bent down against my back again, and I could feel his chest hairs rub against my flesh. He bit and chewed my neck and shoulder muscles until they were raw. Each time he sent his rod deep into my hole, he would bite harder. It was the most animal sensation I had ever felt. He was pure instinct, letting the rutting animal out to enjoy his conquest. His breathing became more rapid, and his thrust more insistent, and I knew he was going to blow. With a hard thrust into my guts, he shot his load. I could feel his cock expand in my ass as he coated my insides with his hot juice. I shot my load all over the shower floor just moments after I felt his first volley.
He kept pushing his cock in and out of my hole the entire time he came. He wanted to make certain his load was seeded deep into his boy. I collapsed back against him, and allowed him to wrap his big arms around me. I leaned into my Dad and could feel his heart beating, and his breath deepen as his cock slowly deflated inside me. With an unceremonious "plop", his dick slid out of my dripping hole. We stood there locked in the embrace as the hot water ran down our flushed faces and hardened bodies. After a quick clean up, we adjourned back to my room and on my bed. My Dad lay on his back with me draped over him with my head on his chest. His left arm was wrapped around me in a tender embrace. "So when did you know it was I, Dad?" I asked. "Well son I wasn't sure at first, I just thought you were some hot college guy". It was until you started fucking me that, and I recognized your voice that I knew". "At that point son, there really wasn't much more I could do, than to let you ride my ass". I felt abit strange, and didn't know what to say. Hesitantly I asked, "So did you like it?"
My father lifted my head, and looking deep into my eyes, and kissed me. It was a deep and passionate kiss. I sent shivers down my spine, as our tongue fought for supremacy. He pulled away and said, "Fuck son, it was the best damned fuck I have ever had." "It made it even more intense knowing it was my own son's cock buried deep in my manhole." As he spoke, I looked him directly in the eye. The truth was there he was not playing me. "Are you sorry that it happened?" "No son, I very glad it happened". I lay my head back down on his chest and played gently with his chest hairs. My father continued to talk. "You see son, I have been fooling around with guys for years." "Even after your mother and I got married, I still had my affairs on the side." "As you might have guessed, my weekly poker nights are not always with the boys, but many times they are and just as intense". I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but had my suspicions about where this was heading. "You see son, your Coach and I have been best friends since high school, and fuck buddies as well". I jolted up in amazement. I couldn't believe my high school coach and my Dad have been fucking for years.
"You mean you and Coach Jones have been fucking for years now?" "Yeah son, Dan and I have been fucking each other since we were freshman in high school." "That is why even after I got married Dan and I continued to see each other, except now we do it with a group of other men in town." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own Dad, and my football coach, and the other guys that played poker with them were having sex together. "Sport, after last weekend's little encounter, I knew you were ready for what I was involved in." "Your coach is the one who clued me into what you might be into, but until last weekend, when I had your hot, young cock riding my ass in the rest area, did I know you were ready". "Ready for what exactly Dad?"
"Ready to join your coach and me in a little bit of fun" "You see Sport not only did your coach realize what you were into, he also heard from a certain State trooper how fucking hot you were". Holy Shit! I knew that bastard couldn't keep our little fun to himself, but it dawned on me that his brother had hinted that he and the coach did have a past.
"Well, what are the plans then Dad?" He explained that the regular Saturday night poker game was definitely on, and that it was going to be the usual suspects. All I really understood was that not only was I going to get to play with my Dad, but my football coach as well. The other guys in his poker game I was familiar with, but didn't know very well. All I could guess was that it would be fun.