It Started By Trading Blow Jobs with Dad
submitted December 17, 2005
Categories: Family Fun
I was excited, I had just gotten my first summer job while in college that really mattered and on the first day of work Dad introduced me to the joys of anonymous blow jobs. My new job was in an office building close to Dad’s office downtown so at the end of the day, he picked me up from work and we would ride home together. When I got in the car that first day he seemed a little different but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He surprised me by taking a different way home that seemed way out of the way and then he stopped at a rest stop. Couldn’t he hold it for another 10 minutes until we got home? “Can’t wait,” was all he said. I was going to wait for him in the car but as he got out he told me to come along with him. It was a small rest stop bathroom: two stalls, two urinals and two sinks all lined up along one long wall. He headed for a stall; someone was already in the other, so I went to the urinal to see if I could coax anything out. It didn’t take me a second. Dad seemed to take much longer. Finally I went outside to wait on him. When several more minutes passed I went back in to see what was taking so long. “Dad, you about done?” “Yeah, son, just a sec.” Finally, the door opened and he came out adjusting himself and zipping up. He had a huge grin on his face and grabbed me by the arm and almost dragged me outside.
“You’ve got to go to that stall I was in. There’s a glory hole and free blowjobs. The guy is really good.” When he realized I had no idea what he was talking about he calmed down and started explaining a little better. “Go in the stall I was in, pull down your pants, and stick your dick through the hole in the wall. The guy in the next stall will suck you off.” I just looked at him dumbfounded. I had never heard him talk that way before. He was treating me more as a buddy than a son. I liked that. “Go on, before someone else gets here first and takes your place. I’ll wait.”
I went back into the john and tentatively opened the stall door. Sure enough, there was a large hole cut in the partition between the stalls and I could see that someone was in the other stall. I went in and pulled the door to behind me. I unzipped and pulled out my soft dick and aimed it at the toilet. I don’t know what I expected to happen. The guy in the next stall stuck his finger through the hole. What did that mean? He did it a second time. Finally he whispered, “stick your dick through the hole.” I did and got the surprise of my life. His wet warm mouth engulfed my dick down to the base and started applying suction. I sprang to attention and was overcome by the thousands of different feelings emanating from my crotch. It was unbelievable it felt so good. Needless to say, it didn’t take long at all for my 19 year old balls to vomit up their contents. I thought I was going into convulsions it felt so good. I couldn’t breathe and then I had to sit down. When I finally got out of there, Dad was patiently waiting. “Good, wasn’t it?” he asked. “Uh, yeah,” I said, looking down at the ground. As we got in the car, he reached over and slapped my thigh, “glad you enjoyed it, thought you would.” He smiled the rest of the way home. So did I. That night when I jacked off in bed I remembered how it felt to be sucked by that guy at the rest stop. His tongue on my dick, his lips around my shaft, his swallowing my cum. Then I thought of my dick and my dad’s dick being in the same guy’s mouth just moments apart. That pushed me over the edge and even though I had one of my biggest orgasms ever that afternoon at the rest stop, I shot like crazy again that night remembering it and thinking of my dad’s cock.
The next day, Dad picked me up after work and we stopped at the rest stop again. This time he offered no explanation. Dad got sucked off while I waited at the urinal pretending to pee. My cock was much too hard from anticipation to pee. I had been hard all day long. Finally, Dad was done and I made a bee line for the stall without even zipping up. I saw that Dad noticed how hard I was. I didn’t care. I wanted to be sucked again. Even before I closed the stall door I had my dick through the glory hole begging to be sucked dry. The same mouth engulfed me and drank my cum. It was only then that I managed to get a good pee going. After I peed, he sucked me a second time.
I couldn’t help wondering who the guy was in the stall, what he looked like, how old he was, how long he had sucked cock, whether anyone ever sucked his dick, and what his dick looked like. What was it like to have a dick in your mouth? What did cum taste like? I decided to find out. I started with the taste of cum. That night when I jacked off (and I did EVERY night), I managed to shoot the cum into my mouth, or at least most of it. It didn’t taste bad, not like I imagined, but not bad. The more cum I ate, the more I grew accustomed to the taste.
Dad and I fell into a habit of stopping at the rest stop every day on the way home from work. On the rare day that our cock sucker wasn’t at his station, we just did without. It was frustrating. Then one day when we got there and there was no other car in the lot, Dad suggested that I go in first and see if the sucker was there. If he wasn’t, just sit down and wait. Maybe he’d show up. I went in and did as Dad had suggested. Sure enough, the place was empty. I went in one of the stalls, pulled down my pants and jockstrap (I had taken to wearing a jock strap because it hid a hard-on better than other underwear and I had a hard-on so much of the time now) and sat down on the toilet. I waited.
After several minutes I heard the door open. Someone entered the other stall. I recognized Dad’s shoes. He didn’t say anything but stood right in front of the glory hole and unzipped his pants. He pulled out a big cock already half hard and stroked it a few times. I had only rarely seen Dad’s dick and never when it was hard. My eyes were glued to it. Then he stuck it through the glory hole. He knew it was me in the other stall. What was he doing??? He didn’t move, his cock and balls were through the hole and his body was pressed hard against the partition. His dick seemed to bounce and get harder. His balls were hairy and heavy. Did he want me to suck it?? Did he want his son to suck his dick?
I don’t know what came over me but I leaned forward and touched the glistening head of his dick with the tip of my tongue. It tasted sort of like cum but not as strong. I opened my mouth and took in the head of his dick. I heard him moan. I took his balls in my hand and cupped them and played with them. I know I gave him horrible head but I managed to get him to cum nonetheless. Suddenly before I realized what was happening, I had a mouth full of goo and more was coming. I swallowed and swallowed. I released his slimy dick from my mouth and watched it disappear through the glory hole.
Rather than zip up and leave, Dad pulled down his pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. I was hard as a rock and aching to cum. If he would just leave I would jack off. After 20 or 30 seconds of silence (what was I supposed to say now that I had sucked off my dad??) he put a finger through the hole. Was he serious? Really? When he did it a second time, I jumped up and shoved my hard dick through the hole. Sure enough, he sucked me. Although I was by no means an expert judge at that time, he was every bit as good a cock sucker as the guy who was usually there. This must not be the first time Dad had sucked cock. Actually, I didn’t give a shit whether it was the first time or not, it just felt wonderful the way he was sucking on my hard cock. I wanted to shoot but I also wanted to hold off so it would last forever. All good things must come to an end and I eventually filled his mouth with jism, just like he had mine.
We began a routine. On the days the resident cocksucker was there, he would suck both of us off. On the other days, we would suck each other. Then one day after this had gone on for about six weeks, the most extraordinary thing happened. We were at the reststop glory hole and I was sucking Dad’s cock when he just pulled back without any warning, turned around, spread his butt cheeks wide and pressed his asshole right against the glory hole. His hole was framed perfectly. What did he want? So, I did what I had done to his cock, I licked it and sucked it. I licked across his hole with the flat part of my tongue, tasting his dark richness. He squirmed and moaned. The more I licked the more he moaned. After a minute or two, he turned around and shoved his cock back through the hole. It was harder than I had ever seen it and with just one or two strokes he shot a huge load in my mouth. He sucked me off and we left.
The next day it was the same, and the day after that. I would suck and rim him and then he would suck me. Then I figured if Dad thought it felt so fucking good to have his asshole licked, maybe I should give it a try. So, I did. After he started sucking my dick, I pulled out and pressed my asshole against the glory hole. I didn’t know what to expect. Then I felt his tongue touch me back there. It set off tingles I didn’t know existed. There was a direct connection between my asshole and my dick. I sprang an intense hard-on. The more he was licked the harder I got. I had no idea it could feel so good. When I didn’t think I could take any more I turned around and pumped my spouting dick down his throat. We progressed from licking to tongue fucking to finger fucking. Dad would do something to me and I would imitate it on him. He was teaching me and I was an eager learner. This inevitably led to fucking, which we both did to the other. It was great but also incredibly difficult and uncomfortable to fuck through a glory hole. Your movements are quite limited. You have to stay in exactly the same position or you get a nasty scrape along the shaft of your dick.
One Saturday morning a few weeks later when Mom was away for the day Dad came into my room in his bathrobe. I was still in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. He looked me in the eyes, “Do we need to go to the rest stop, or can we stay here?” He hand was resting on top of the covers on my upper thigh but still perfectly fatherly. I sprang a boner, my heart began to beat. I looked deep into his eyes without saying anything. I slowly began to raise my head never taking my eyes off his. My hand slipped inside his bathrobe and found bare thigh. My face moved closer to his, our eyes were locked on each other. I moved closer still. I could feel his breath. My chest was pounding, I thought I was about to have a heart attack. I moved closer still. I could feel his warmth but we were so close it was difficult to look directly into his eyes without going cross-eyed. He remained perfectly still the entire time and let me make the advances. I moved in closer. I could almost feel his lips against mine. Almost!
I closed my eyes and pushed forward. Our lips met. His were warm and dry. They were soft and tender. One arm went around my neck and his hand was on the back of my head. His head tilted slightly to one side, mine to the other. We simply felt each other’s lips. Slowly his mouth opened and our tongues met. We fell back onto the pillow together. We spent the next several hours kissing, sucking, rimming, and fucking each other. What he would do to me, I would do to him, and vice versa. By the time we heard Mom’s car in the driveway and were forced to stop our love making, I was so exhausted I had to take a nap. I fell asleep with Dad’s cum in my ass, smeared over my body, and in my mouth. I heard the shower start just before the front door opened.