Truc Stop Diaries

The week wore on and all I could think about was Friday. Dad was coming by the truck stop for lunch. I loved my Dad deeply. The way a son should love a good father. But, I had sucked his beautiful cock three times at that point. I'd done it through a glory hole at the truck stop where I work.

As far as I knew, he didn't know it was me sucking his cock. I thought all week about how to have lunch with Dad and get to suck him again. I decided just to wing it.

On Friday, he showed up at Noon. We sat down and ate. I told him I had to run back to the shop to finish a repair. He said he'd pay and I snuck into the bathroom. I sat down and a few minutes later heard the stall next to mine open and shut.

I saw the fingers come through and recognized them as Dad's. I rubbed them and he pushed his cock through the hole. I licked and toyed with it for a minute and he moaned in delight. I took the whole thing in my mouth. That is a difficult feat for a cock that big. He came right then. No warning or even a grunt. He said sorry and quickly left. I worked a quick cum out of myself with my hand all while holding Dad's cum in my mouth. I headed back to work and finished out the day.

Saturday was a little different this week. While there was football on, Dad and I were pretty sad. It was the second anniversary of Mom's passing.

Rather than football and beer, we sat at the table with a bottle of whiskey. We talked about her and how great she was as a mother, wife, and person. As we got more drunk, Dad mentioned that she was the only woman he had ever been with, then with a quip, said, "Well, woman at least."

It shocked me but I let it slide. We drank some more and Dad started talking about his time in the Army, before he met Mom. He talked about the fun and dumb stuff they had done. Then, briefly about war. He said that with the thought of never coming back, he didn't want to die without ever having had a blowjob. His buddy said he felt the same way.

He took another drink and said that since they were in the field and not anywhere near a whore house, they were out of luck. He took another drink and said his buddy made him an offer. His buddy offered to blow my Dad, if he'd return the favor. He said he had to think about for a minute, but decided he was going to get a blowjob. He said he agreed and they went to a tent. He said his buddy sucked his cock and it was about the best feeling in the world. He said, when he did his friend, he saw it as a favor or chore and just did what his buddy had. He said they kept it up throughout his time in the Army. He said he cut it off when he was discharged. He had met Mom two weeks later.

I was floored. I was also drunk as he was. I told him that while in Dallas for school, I too, had my cock sucked by another man and had returned the favor. He got a look in his eye and said there's nothing wrong with a couple guys helping each other out. He took a large drink of whiskey and turned the conversation back to how good of a person Mom was. We finished the bottle and each went to bed to pass out.

Sunday was a day of hangovers. We ate to fill our stomachs and chugged water. There were a lot of naps. Dad mentioned at dinner, he'd like to have lunch the next day. I instantly got hard and thought about our conversation from the night before. I wondered if he remembered telling me about his time with another man. I told him that would be great, but I'd only get a half lunch with my work load. He said he'd be there at Noon.

The next day I went to work and could only think about my Dad's cock. He showed up at Noon and we ate. I excused myself to get back to work and went to the restroom and took my position. Dad came in and went through the motions. This time I got to work his big cock for almost 10 minutes. Then he said "Here it comes!" and filled my mouth. He said thanks and left.

When I got home that night, Dad had dinner made. He asked how work was after lunch. I said that it was a huge load. I couldn't help myself. He said that I was a hard worker and deserved a break. As we ate, he brought up our conversation from Saturday night. He apologized for giving me all the details of his Army time and thanked me for trusting him with the knowledge of my school activities. He asked that we keep it to ourselves. I agreed.

That being said, Dad floored me again. He asked if I knew about the glory hole at work. I was stunned, but was as honest as I could be. I said I knew about it. He asked if I had ever used it. I admitted that I had. He hesitated and asked which side I used. I blushed and said both sides. I asked him how he knew about the glory hole. He got quiet and then said that he had been lonely since Mom passed. He admitted he had physical urges that jerking off wouldn't take care of. He said that he heard about the glory hole a few months ago, but has only been a handful of times. He admitted that it helped him release the stress.

Dad asked how often I went to the stall. I just let it out there. I told him every day at lunch. He asked "Every day?" I said that I did go every day. He asked which stall I went to. I told him both, but mostly the far stall. Indicating to him that I go to suck. He got quiet again. He said that he had been going on Mondays and Fridays at lunch. I nodded. He asked if I was there. I nodded again. He got quiet. Then he said with a stammer "So you...So I?" I nodded again. I said "It's okay. Just a couple of guys helping each other out."

Dad got quiet again. Then he laughed. I got scared for a second that he was going crazy finding out I had sucked him off. Then he looked at me and said "You know what son? You sure know your way around a cock!" I laughed and said it came to me naturally. Then he giggled again and said "You get that from your Momma." Dad grabbed us each a beer and said that this changed things. He said that we had a decision to make. Knowing who it was sucking and being sucked, how we'd handle it.

I took a shot and said I didn't mind continuing to help him out. He looked at me and asked if I was sure, being his Dad and all. I admitted that I really liked sucking cock and he had the best I'd ever had in my mouth. He looked confused. I told him that I just figured out which one was his by the timing of his visits. He nodded. He said he would prefer not to have to get it done in public like that. But, he'd have to think on it.

I went to bed dreading what Dad would decide. I figured that was the end of our relationship and I would have to leave the house and town. As I layed there, I thought about his cock and that made my less impressive cock hard. I started to stroke it when Dad walked into my room. He said that he came to a decision. He said he'd like to continue in a private manner. But, there was something he had to do first. He pulled back my sheet and lightly touched my hard cock. He bent over and took me into his mouth. He wasn't as skilled as I was, but not bad at all. I was so excited, I only lasted a couple of minutes. He swallowed and looked at me and said "Now we're just a couple of guys helping each other out."

I asked him if he needed any help. He said he preferred it in the morning. I told him to wake up 15 minutes earlier than usual. The next morning, I got up early and made coffee and breakfast. Dad came into the kitchen and sat at the table. When I brought him his plate, I saw his hard cock sticking out of his pants. I got on my knees and took my time. While he ate and had coffee, I licked and stroked his big, beautiful cock. I took him in my mouth and worked him the entire time he ate. Then he put his hand on my head and started pumping into my mouth. He moaned loudly and came. He tucked his cock back into his pants and told me I'd better eat quickly or I'd be late for work.

I sucked his cock every morning for years after that. Until I met my wife and we had to stop. I've had a lot of nice cocks in my mouth over the years. Some bigger, but none better than my Dad's