Subject: Truck Stop Road Chapter 1 This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate./donate.html Don’t read this story if you’re not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if “family fun” isn’t your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that’s what you’re looking for, then unzip and get busy! TRUCK STOP ROAD PART 1. DANNY’S STORY I don’t know why, but driving long distances always makes me horny. Very horny! Maybe it’s the steady vibration of the car that primes every nerve or maybe it’s the sudden random bumps that make me wish they were accompanied by a cock shoved up my ass. Or maybe it’s all the rest areas with those hot dads getting away from their loving families for a few minutes of rest and “relief.” Or maybe it’s all those truckers on the road, doing who knows what with their cocks up above the traffic. Or maybe it’s the whole package. Whatever the reason, I was horny as all fuck driving down the East Coast. It had been a long day, and it had been an even longer time since I was last fucked. So, I was definitely primed for action when I saw the exit sign for Truck Stop Road. Just those three words and all the possibilities they offered made me nearly shoot my load in my pants then and there. Fortunately, I resisted. Still, my cock was pulsing and my heart was beating faster as I slowed the car down and signaled for the exit. Like every other interstate exit, the road was lined with several gas stations, several fast food joints, and several motels. However, I wasn’t interested in all that. I was interested in the truck stop that gave the exit its name. It wasn’t hard to miss, either. It was huge. Everything about it was huge. Row after row after row of diesel pumps. A repair garage that looked more like an airplane hangar. A main building that looked almost as big as the garage. And a parking lot out back that was full to overflowing with the rigs of truckers taking a break for the night or maybe just a quick nap…or, I hoped, looking for a place to unload, and I don’t mean their cargo. I mean thick, rich, creamy, tasty loads of hot trucker cum! Just in case I didn’t have any luck, though, I pulled up to a gas pump, got out, and started to fill up for the road. As the fuel poured into the car’s tank, I pulled out my cell phone and started the search. I did a quick check of unt but came up empty. I had much better luck with Squirt; lots of guys online and looking, including several that were “0 feet away.” I quickly pulled up my Squirt profile and started with the profile image. I have several images and switch them around, depending on what I’m in the mood for when I’m looking. I decided to use the closeup of my nose and chin streaked with cum while my extended tongue was coated with and dripping cum. I figured that would get me at least a few looks. I then changed the Headline to “Hungry for Cum NOW!” and edited the Description to “All cummers welcome, especially Truckers!” I’d barely managed all that before the pump shut off and asked if I needed a receipt. I hit “Yes,” and while that printed out, I quickly selected a few of Squirt’s Sexicons that made it clear what I wanted, in case there was any doubt. I clicked the obvious Cum Facial, Gloryhole Fun, Sixty-Nine, and Blowjob icons, but I also clicked on Anal Fun, Rimming, 3-somes, and Spitroast…just in case. I grabbed the gas receipt and made a quick check to see that “Truckers” was checked off in every possible Squirt interest list. I then shut down the phone, shoved it in my pocket, got in the car, and drove the 20 feet to a parking space down at the end of the main building. I figured it would be better to park away from the entrance, in case I got lucky and the car was going to be sitting there for a while. Less conspicuous. After making sure the car was securely locked, I strolled over to the entrance and went inside the main building. It felt even bigger on the inside than it had looked on the outside. I strolled around to get the lay of the land. There was a food court with a seemingly endless variety of fast food options. There were also two regular sit-down restaurants. There was a convenience shop for road snacks. And there was a huge automotive shop catering to both truckers and regular drivers. They also had a restroom. I casually made my way over to it but was disappointed to discover that it was empty. It was also spotless. No promising graffiti or anything. I took a quick piss, washed my hands, and headed back to the food court. I settled for a burger with fries and a soda. I was fishing money out of my pocket when the jail bate behind the counter asked, “Is there anything else I can get for you today, Sir?” I looked up at his smiling face, paused for a second, put a couple bills on the counter, and mumbled under my breath, “Maybe in a few years.” He took the money and gave me my change, along with a gleaming smile. “Have a good evening.” “I hope I will,” I replied as I took the tray and turned to find a place to sit. I grabbed a seat as far as possible from the family with fighting kids. I didn’t want the impressionable youths to catch a glimpse of my phone by accident, not when it was hopefully going to be full of lots of cock shots in a second. I took a bite of the burger and washed it down with a drink of the soda. I then casually fed myself a couple fries as I opened my phone and brought Squirt back into view. I nearly choked when I saw that 23 people had viewed my profile in the past few minutes, and 18 of them had messaged me! I took another bite of the burger and started to check out the messages and the related profiles. I didn’t delete anything. There were some definite possibilities, but I wanted to keep backups if necessary. No need to rule anyone out at the start. “Damn,” I muttered to myself when the smiling face of the jail bait server showed up on a profile named JuniorTrucker with 69 listed as his age. His message said that he got off work in an hour, if I was still around. He’d even unlocked his private images to show me his impressive full-mast cock. I took a gulp of my drink and, knowing I shouldn’t, messaged him. “How old are you really?” Before I’d looked at more than two or three other profiles, the kid responded: “19. Really. You interested?” Still knowing that I shouldn’t, since he was probably lying, I replied: “Maybe. We’ll see if I’m still hungry in an hour.” Only seconds after I’d sent my message, his reply arrived: “I hope so. I’ve got ID if you’re really worried about the age thing. LOL.” I smiled and replied: “Good to know. Later (maybe).” Rather than going back to the profiles, I waited a few seconds. “Cool,” he replied. I shook my head and went back to the profiles. It wasn’t long before I found the one I wanted. Rugged. Middle aged. Sort of between older brother and dad. Dark hair and eyes. Muscular. And a fucking sexy grin. And yeah, he was showing a thick, veiny, uncut cock. Just the way I like it! “You really hungry, ’cause I’ve got a big meal if you want it.” I checked the profile again, and he was one of the “0 feet away” guys. I quickly replied, “Definitely. You a trucker?” Seconds later: “Yeah, definitely a trucker.” “A horny one?” “Oh yeah!” “I’m in the truck stop food court.” “Almost there.” “I’ll be waiting.” I looked up as the man from the profile picture entered the food court from the store area. He looked around, and it didn’t take him long to spot the one single guy in the area. He walked over to my table, glanced at the half-devoured meal, and asked, “You still hungry?” He stood with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, and his fingers were spread out on either side of a pronounced bulge in his jeans. “Definitely,” I muttered. “Yeah, definitely.” He sat down and, without asking, took a bite of my burger. He chewed and swallowed before saying, “The name’s Bud.” “Really?” I asked with a smile. “Well, Robert, which became Rob and Bob and Bub and then Bud. Take your pick.” “I think ‘Bud’ suits you.” “I don’t know if that’s a compliment escort bayan or not,” he laughed. He took a gulp of my drink. When he put it back down, he said, “You don’t mind do you?” He nodded toward the drink. “Uh, no, help yourself.” “That’s what I figured,” he replied before adding in a whisper, “since you’re gonna have my cock in your mouth pretty soon.” “The sooner the better,” I assured him. He ate a few fries and then said, “Since you seemed so keen on the trucker thing, I’m guessing you’d rather do this in the rig than in the restroom.” “That would be hot.” “I thought so,” he said with a grin as he took another bite of my burger. “I’m hungry too,” he said. “So I see,” I laughed. “I hope you do,” he replied. “Oh, oh yeah,” I stuttered, realizing what he was saying. “You don’t have to, but if you want to…” “Oh, I want to,” he said with a wink before finishing my burger. He then locked eyes as he slowly sucked on the straw in my drink. I watched the level go down as he continued sucking. After it was all gone, he continued slurping. Finally, he let the straw slowly slip from his lips before saying, “I can never get enough.” I gulped and said, “Me either.” “Good, follow me,” he said as he stood up and walked away. I followed as ordered. ***** “Come on up,” Bud said, standing in the door of his rig and extending a hand to me as I still stood on the ground. “Thanks,” I said, grabbing the cab brace with one hand and reaching up to Bud with the other hand. A jolt of electricity surged through my body as his warm, rough hand closed in a tight grip. I tried to use the steps and the brace to climb, but Bud virtually lifted me up to his level with one arm. “Uh, thanks,” I repeated as I stood on the ledge. I could feel the heat from Bud’s body and his breath on my face. “Come inside,” he said. “But just don’t cum yet,” he added with a laugh as he climbed over the driver’s seat while still holding my hand. I couldn’t do anything but follow, which was fine with me. I expected to climb right from the seat to the sleeper, but as with the truck stop, the sleeper was bigger on the inside than it looked. There was actually a narrow bit of space to stand in behind the seats and beside the raised bed platform. “It’s roomy,” I observed lamely. “Big enough for two horny men,” he replied, forcefully pulling me to him. My chest slammed against his. The hand holding mine slipped around and pinned our intertwined fingers in the middle of my back. His other hand snaked around and quickly gripped my butt cheek, pulling me tighter against him…against the hard mound in his jeans. “You kiss?” he growled. “Oh yeah,” I assured him. “Good,” he grunted, bringing his free hand up from my ass to the back of my head so he could pull me into a tight, hungry kiss. I moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. I could taste the burger he’d eaten. The ketchup. The pickles. The onion. The sauce. The juicy meat. I wrapped my free arm around him and kissed him urgently. I forced my tongue into his mouth in search of more flavors. More textures. More tongue. More mouth. More kissing. More heavy breathing, getting heavier. Bud moaned back and swiveled his head. Our lips slid across each other. Our teeth ground slightly against each other. Our hard cocks, still confined by our jeans, ground more forcefully against each other. He released my hand from his tight grip, and we broke our devouring attack only long enough to pull our shirts off over our heads. As our tongues resumed their battle, Bud pulled my smooth chest against his warm, fuzzy chest, and a rumbling growl of pleasure worked its way from my lungs to my throat to my mouth to Bud’s moth. He replied with an urgent, rumbling growl of his own as I felt his hands fumbling with the button on my jeans and then pulled down the zipper. “Mmmmmph,” I moaned as I tried to undo his jeans while he was already slipping one hand down the front of my jeans while the other slid down the back. His warm, sweaty palm slid down my cock shaft and cupped my balls. I broke our kiss and tossed my head back. “Oh god,” I moaned as he started sliding his slick palm up and down my shaft. “Just let me know before you cum,” he growled with a laugh. “Oh, I will,” I moaned. His mention of cum just drove me on and I worked frantically to get his jeans undone and his cock freed. “That’s better,” Bud whispered when I’d finally succeeded and shoved his jeans and underwear down over his hips. “The best is yet to cum,” I whispered as I leaned in for another savory kiss and began slowly stroking his cock. “Mmmmm,” he moaned into my mouth as I felt his dick slicking my fist with precum. I pulled back slightly and mumbled through our continued kiss, “I want it.” Bud gave my rigid cock a squeeze before pulling that hand out of my jeans. He pulled his other hand out more slowly, forcing his middle finger between my butt cheeks and trailing it up my sweaty crack before freeing it. “Mmmm,” he sighed as he closed his eyes and ran the finger covered with crack sweat under his nose, then he surprised me by slipping the finger into his mouth and sucking it clean with a look of ecstasy on his face. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me staring at him. He removed the finger from his mouth and rested his hands on his bare hips. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked, thrusting his hips to make his rock-hard cock bounce. “I thought you were hungry.” “I am,” I replied, quickly falling to my knees. Bud let out a soft moan when I gripped the base of his cock shaft with one hand and cupped his balls in the palm of my other hand. I leaned forward and licked the glistening head and had my first taste of Bud’s clear, sweet precum. “Mmmmm,” I sighed. I continued licking the head and his piss slit as I slid my lips down onto his meat. “Oh yeah,” Bud growled as I slid more and more of his cock into my mouth and eventually started taking it down my throat. “Deeper,” he moaned, and I relaxed my throat to take him deeper. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, placing his hands on top of my head as my nose dove into his bush. “Fuck yeah,” he growled as he gripped my head and forced me to take the last of his cock. I stifled a gag and bobbed slightly on his cock. Just enough to pleasure his head with my throat muscles. “You’ve done this before,” he chuckled as I finally pulled back. I let his dick pop out of my mouth and stroked the saliva-slick shaft as I looked up at him. “Once or twice,” I smiled up at him before sucking the head back into my mouth. I swirled my tongue all over the head as I continued to stroke the slick, hard shaft. It wasn’t long before Bud gently gripped my hair and began fucking his dick back deep in my mouth and down my throat. “Yeah, swallow my cock,” he groaned. “You know you like it, son.” “Mmmmmmm,” I groaned in agreement, letting him use my mouth, my throat. Fucking me. Ramming is cock into me. It felt so good. I relaxed and let him take control. “You okay with me calling you ‘son’?” he asked casually as he fucked my mouth. “Mmmmpphh,” I replied, trying to make sure it sounded like agreement. “Good,” Bud said, so he obviously heard what he wanted. Bud face-fucked me for a few minutes. Occasionally, he pulled out and dick-slapped me a few times before feeding me his cock again. I just continued to worship his cock and play with his balls, which I could feel getting ever so slightly tighter as he used me. Finally, he pulled out, and as he dick-slapped one side of my face and then the other, he asked, “Where you do you want it?” I must have looked confused, because he added, “My load. Where do you want my load?” “You saw my Squirt picture,” I grinned. “You want a hot, creamy facial, son?” he asked, stroking his dick in front of me. “For starters,” I agreed. “You’re sticking around?” he asked, but I could tell he was excited as well as surprised. “If you’re up for it,” I said, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue. “Oh fuck yeah,” Bud growled. Now that he knew cumming didn’t mean the end, he started pounding away on his cock. Faster and faster. Bobbing it in front of my waiting mouth. I could see the precum still kocaeli escort bayan leaking out of his slit, coating his palm every time it flew up his shaft. I could feel his balls tightening in my grasp. It wasn’t going to be much longer. “Shoot that load all over my face,” I said eagerly before opening my mouth again and waiting. “Gonna cream your face, son,” Bud grunt, slamming his fist into his crotch. Thrusting his cock through his fist. Again and again. Pounding. Stroking. Faster. Slower. Faster. “Feed me!” I begged, leaning forward to swipe my tongue at the bobbing cock head. “FUCK YEAH!” Bud yelled as he slammed his fist to the base of his shaft and started spraying streaks of hot cum all over me. On my face. In my hair. On my tongue. In my mouth. Shot after shot. Load after load. More jerky jacking of his cock. More shots of cum. And more. And more. Finally, Bud’s entire body shook and then froze. He held his breath. I held my breath. After a few seconds, Bud slowly exhaled and slid his gripped fist from the base of his cock to the tip. One final glob of cum oozed out, and I leaned forward to licked it off. “Oh yeah,” Bud sighed as he felt my tongue slide across his slit, adding the last of the cum to the loads already on my tongue. I looked up at Bud with my mouth wide open. He looked down at me and smiled as his cum slid across my tongue and down into my throat. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, licking my lips. “Don’t,” Bud said as I started to lick up more cum that it could find around my lips. “Why?” I asked with surprise. Bud just leaned down, grabbed me by the shoulders, and lifted me to my feet. “Because I’m hungry too,” he finally said right before he started licking his own cum off of my face. “Oh yeah,” I sighed, feeling the rough surface of his tongue sliding across my skin. Gathering his cum. Devouring his cum. Bud’s hands slid from my shoulders to my neck and one of them continued up to my cheeks. While he consumed the cum on one cheek, he used his fingers to gather the cum on the other cheek and push it between my lips. I quickly swallowed the cum and sucked his fingers for every last drop before he pulled them out to find more cum to feed me. When there was no cum left, Bud licked my face all over, like an eager puppy. Finally, he stopped and looked at me with a smile. “Once I’ve recovered, we can try some of the other things your Squirt profile said you’re interested in.” “Sounds good to me,” I said, stripping off my jeans and hopping into the bunk. “You wanna suck on this while we wait?” I asked, waving my hard dick around. “If there’s nothing better to do,” Bud laughed. He climbed into the bunk with me and got in the sixty-nine position. He swallowed my cock eagerly. I sucked on his spent cock and waited for signs of recovery. ***** It didn’t take Bud that long to recover and test my Squirt interests in Rimming and Anal Fun. When he finally collapsed on my back after shooting his load up my ass, I laughed and said, “You’ve done this before.” “Once or twice,” he laughed back, echoing my earlier reply. “You stop here often?” he asked, pulling his spent dick out of my insides and collapsing beside me on the mattress. “Not very often,” I admitted, slowly stroking my dick. “But I’m glad I did on this trip.” “You should make the trip more regularly and stop here often,” he said, replacing my hand with his and slowly stroking my cock. “With my luck, I’d never catch you here again.” “That’s unlikely,” he said. “This is my home base.” “Then why aren’t you taking care of your needs at home?” I asked seriously. “Wife left a few years ago.” “Oh,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. “Just haven’t found the right man to replace her yet,” he added casually. “So, you like guys?” I asked, probably with a little too much surprise, given everything we’d done already. But you never know. “Well,” he chuckled, “I can still fill a pussy in a pinch, but I’d rather be filling a man’s nice tight ass or hungry mouth.” “Good to know,” I laughed. Silence engulfed us as we casually explored each other’s flesh. Feeling. Tasting. Sharing. Unfortunately, the silence was broken by Bud’s cell phone dinging. He stretched across my body and over the edge of the bunk to retrieve it from his jeans, which were on the floor. “Important?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t really my business. “Just a fuckbuddy saying he might have alternate plans,” Bud laughed. “Good for me,” I said, gripping his cock and feeling it start to come back to life. “What about that threeway spitroast your Squirt profile said you were interested in?” Bud grinned. “You noticed that, did you?” I laughed. “So you weren’t serious about it?” “Oh yeah, I am, but I’m good with this too,” I said, leaning down and sucking on Bud’s plumping cock. “I’m interested in it too,” Bud said. “I thought my friend could join us, if you were up for it.” I slurped his cock as it slid from between my lips. “Well,” I said, sitting up, “there is this kid.” “Kid?” Bud asked with a wary look on his face. “Says he’s 19,” I clarified quickly. “Oh, okay, that’s good,” Bud smiled. I leaned over and retrieved my own phone from the pile of jeans on the floor. I sat up and opened it to reveal Squirt again. There were several messages from the guys I hadn’t responded to earlier, but there was also a new one from JuniorTrucker, the jail bate server: “Almost off. You still around.” I clicked over to his profile and then held the phone out to Bud. “You know him? Since you’re from around here and all.” Bud let out a whopping belly laugh and then said, “Yeah, I know him. He just cancelled on me for someone better.” “Sorry,” I said. “Don’t be. Junior’s a good kid. And yeah, he’s 19 like he says.” “Would you want…?” I didn’t know really how to suggest we try the threeway idea with Junior since Bud had basically been dumped by the kid only a few minutes earlier. “I’m not a love-sick puppy, if that’s what you think,” Bud laughed. “We’re when-it’s-necessary-and-convenient buddies. If another offer comes along, we’re free to take it.” “So, it’s okay if I…” “Tell him you’re in Bud’s truck if he wants a little threeway fun.” “You sure?” “Or I can just watch, if you’d rather.” “No, you’re either involved or it’s not happening,” I clarified. “I’m flattered.” “You should be,” I laughed as I typed the message to JuniorTrucker. Two seconds max for the reply: “Be right there!!!!!” I showed it to Bud. “He is an eager little Junior Trucker Fucker,” Bud laughed. “Not so little, from the pictures in his profile,” I laughed. ***** “Hey, guys!” Junior called as he opened the truck door, climbed in, slid over the seat, and arrived in the space next to the bunk. “What’s on the menu?” he asked as he started taking off his clothes. “Where are your manners?” Bud asked. “Say hello first.” “Hi, Bud,” Junior laughed. “I was talking about…” Bud looked at me with a blank expression. “Danny,” I smiled. “Fuck. Sorry about that,” he said a little sheepishly. “No problem. I was too busy asking about your name to tell you mine,” I admitted. “Junior, Danny,” Bud introduced us. “Danny, Junior.” “This is so cool,” Danny said as he continued to undress. “I didn’t realize it was you. The ‘in a few years’ guy.” “You heard that?” I laughed. “Oh yeah,” Junior grinned. “Apparently, the years pass quickly in this town,” I smiled. “What’s that about?” Bud asked. “Oh, he just asked if I needed anything else with the burger and I mumbled ‘maybe in a few years.'” “Oh,” Bud said. “Welcome to the future.” “Welcome to me,” Junior said, finally displaying his full nakedness. “You sure he’s 19?” I asked with a grin. “I guarantee it,” Bud replied. “So, who’s in the middle?” Junior asked, climbing into the bunk. “Danny’s the guest,” Bud replied. “Cool,” Junior said as he swallowed my hard cock with no additional conversation. “Oh shit,” I moaned as Junior began giving me one of the best blowjobs I’d ever had, especially from a 19 year old. “He’s pretty good,” Bud laughed. “Likes to practice all he can.” “How long have you…? Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Junior’s been hanging around this truck kocaeli escort stop forever,” Bud said. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he added, and I looked down to see that Junior was pumping Bud’s cock while sucking mine. “Feels like he’s had a lot of practice,” I moaned, entangling my fingers in Junior’s hair as his lips slid up and down my rigid shaft. “I don’t know about anyone else, but he’s sure practiced a lot on me over the last two years,” Bud chuckled. “How did the two of you get started?” I asked. “I just woke up in my truck one morning to find him sucking my cock,” Bud replied. “Oh shit!” I yelled, both at Bud’s revelation and because Junior had suddenly started to finger my cum-filled asshole with his free hand. “Don’t worry, Junior, he’s all primed and ready,” Bud siad. “Anyway, I know he was too young, but he wanted it so bad, and I couldn’t resist that hot mouth on my cock.” “Bet you were relieved when he finally turned 18,” I moaned. “Oh, I was relieved plenty of times before that,” Bud chuckled, “but I waited until then to give his ass a try.” Junior pulled his mouth off of my cock and said, “Then we really made up for lost time.” “That’s definitely true,” Bud agreed. “Can I fuck you?” Junior asked without any preamble. “Uh, sure,” I laughed. “Good,” Junior replied eagerly. “I mean, I like sucking and stuff, but fucking is brilliant.” “I guess that means I get to do the feeding, then,” Bud said. “Sounds good to me,” I said. The bunk was plenty big enough for two, but three was a little crowded. Still, we managed to shift around until I was finally on my hands and knees with Junior at my back door and Bud kneeling in front. “Damn, you sure shot a big load up here,” Junior observed as he was exploring my asshole with a couple fingers. I guess he was making sure I was all primed like Bud had said. “And one at this end,” Bud replied. “Damn,” Junior said. “This one might be a keeper.” “Then you’d better take me for a test ride to help you make up your mind,” I laughed. “Don’t worry about that,” Junior said as he slapped his dick on my butt cheeks. “The test ride is about to begin.” “You won’t be disappointed, son,” Bud promised. No sooner had Bud finished speaking than I felt Junior’s cock head burrowing between my butt cheeks in search of my cummy hole. “We’ll see,” Junior grunted as his dick head encountered my pucker and pressed forward for admission. “Relax, dude,” he hissed. I have to admit that I’d tensed up a bit. Having a mature, experienced man fucking your ass can sometimes be a lot different than an eager 19 year old! “Sorry,” I said, before taking a deep breath and relaxing my muscles. Junior’s dick suddenly slid into my cum-lubed hole with ease. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he sighed as he buried his meat deeper inside me. “Yeah, still nice and tight.” “Cause your dick’s fatter than mine,” Bud laughed before he started feeding me his own cock. I moaned as I was filled with hot dick flesh at both ends. Filling my mouth. Filling my ass. “You’ve definitely got talent, Danny,” Bud said as he began slowly pulsing his cock in my mouth and down my throat. “Definite talent.” “I’ve never had an ass grip my cock like this,” Junior grunted as he increased his speed, fucking his dick deep inside my ass. “So tight.” “Thanks a lot,” Bud laughed. “Fuck, you know what I mean.” “I sure do, son. That’s my cum you’re getting your cock coated with.” “I can’t believe you’ve shot two loads in him already,” Junior panted. “Well, the first was all over his face,” Bud replied. “Wish I’d seen that,” Junior moaned and fucked my ass even harder. The idea of my face covered in Bud’s jizz obviously turned him on. “Well, maybe I’ll shoot this load on his face and you can see it instead. It just won’t be as big. He sucked a huge load out of me the first time.” “Bigger than you shoot for me?” Junior grunted, giving my ass a really hard slap. “You know my loads for you are special, Junior.” “You have the best cum I’ve ever tasted,” Junior replied. “And I like feeding it to you, son,” Bud growled. “Or shooting up my ass,” Junior groaned. “Or filling your fucking ass,” Bud confirmed. They were both ravaging me at that point. Slamming their cocks into me. Their sex talk was obviously pushing all the buttons that they knew to push. “OH GOD!” Junior finally panted. “You about to cum, son?” Bud panted back. “So close. So close,” Junior moan. “Me too, Junior. Me too,” Bud moaned back. I was rocking back and forth. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Cock in my ass. Cock in my mouth. Cock in my ass. Cock in my mouth. Drilling deep. Filling me with man meat. “I’M CUMMING, DAD!” Junior finally bellowed. “ME TOO, SON!” Bud bellowed back. They both rammed their cocks into me at the same time. Spit-roasting me! My mind tried to process what I’d heard but it didn’t have a chance. My mouth was filling with cum again. My ass was filling with cum again. Bud and Junior were pulling out and slamming their exploding cocks into me. Again and again. Load after load after load. Filling me at both ends. “MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” I bellowed with a mouth full of cock and cum as my own cock began spewing jizz all over the sheets. “He’s cumming!” Junior yelled with glee. “So I gathered,” Bud laughed. “If you thought he was tight when you were fucking him, you should feel it when he’s cumming.” “I hope I get the chance,” Bud replied with a very serious note in his voice as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of my mouth. I couldn’t help sucking on it as it retreated. I was suddenly desperate for every drop of Bud’s cum. “Well, that was some finish,” Bud panted as he sat on the pillows and leaned back against the side of the sleeper. “Sure was,” I agreed, licking my lips. “Who says we’re finished?” Junior laughed. “I think that depends on Danny,” Bud replied seriously. “You okay with this?” I looked up at Bud’s face as Junior continued to fuck me slowly with his spent but perpetually hard teen cock. “You calling him ‘son’ wasn’t the same as you calling me ‘son’ earlier,” I replied. It was a statement. Definitely not a question. But Bud still answered, “No, it’s not.” “You’re his dad.” Again, a statement while my brain tried to process all I’d heard and all it meant. Bud just nodded. “And you’ve been fucking him for at least a year?” That one definitely came out as a question. It was too far beyond belief to be a statement. “Yep, with him fucking me for a year before that,” Bud clarified. “And eating your cum,” Junior laughed. “So you two have been fucking for two years.” Back to statements as the truth sank in. “Actually, it’s almost three years now. And generally, I still do the fucking,” Junior clarified again. “I let him have a shot now and then, though,” he laughed. “He’s a generous kid,” Bud laughed in spite of himself. “And you’re a lucky dad,” I replied seriously. “I wish I’d had a dad like you.” “He’s the best,” Junior said. “So, you’re not gonna freak out or anything?” Bud asked. I could see he was still a little nervous about the revelations, even if Junior was clearly not bothered in the least. I looked under me at the sheets and then back up at Bud. I grinned and said, “I think those soaked sheets are pretty good proof about how turned on I was by discovering I was the middle of a father-son spit-roast. “And this,” I said, pulling off of Junior’s cock and flipping over on my back to reveal a freshly growing hardon, is how eager I am to do more with you two.” I stroked my cock as I looked back and forth between father and son. “I told you he was a keeper,” Junior finally laughed before diving down to swallow my cock. “I’ve been thinking about relocating,” I said, grinning up at Bud. “We’ve got a spare bedroom. And you can take care of Junior while I’m out on the road.” “And I can take real good care of you, too,” Junior assured me. “Sounds good to me,” I laughed. “Oh yeah,” I moaned as Junior slipped a couple fingers back up my ass and started getting me ready for his second round. “Real good,” I said, reaching out to stroke Bud’s growing cock. I thought we were 90 percent joking about the new living arrangements. 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