A gay story: Truck Stop Diaries Pt. 01
How does one accidentally suck their Dad’s cock, you might ask. Well, the accident wasn’t sucking the cock. The accident was that the cock belonged to my Dad. To answer the question I’ll start at the beginning.
The year was 1988 and I lived in a small Midwest town of about 900 people. My name is Billy, but people call me Junior. I’m 21 years old. I’m 6 ft tall and 185 lbs with shaggy brown hair. I look pretty much like any Midwest country white guy of the time. I’m a diesel mechanic on big rigs at a truck stop on the highway. It’s a good job and I enjoy it. It pays fairly well. I left here at 18 and went to Dallas, Tx and attended a trade school for 2 years. This made me a licensed mechanic. My Goal was to move to a bigger city after school, but right before finishing the program, my mother had passed. She got sick and quickly passed.
After finishing the school and getting licensed, I moved back home to help my Dad out. Dad really didn’t need help with the bills or anything. He was a tractor technician and made pretty good money there in farm country. The house was long paid off. That was something you could do back then in middle America. He was 45 years old, my height and about 195 lbs. He was muscular from his work and took decent care of himself. He was handsome and looked like me, but a little older, with a crew cut and a moustache. When I moved back home, I settled in and quickly got my position at the truck stop. I would help around the house with cleaning and a share of the cooking. Both of us working full time, I usually handled breakfast and Dad dinner. I ate Lunch at the truck stop diner and Dad whatever areas he was working in that day.
On the day in question, it started like any normal day. I got up and made eggs, bacon, and toast for Dad and me. We ate had small talk with coffee and both headed out for work. When I got to work it was an average day. I knocked out a few easy repairs for truckers. At lunch I had a sandwich from the diner. Then I went to find dessert. Not what you’re thinking, though. Even though the truck stop is pretty big and busy, being located on a major highway with no other stops for 75 miles, we have never had lot lizards (truck stop prostitutes).
I went to the public men’s restroom. There are 8 stalls and 6 stand up urinals. I learned not long after working at the truck stop that the last two stalls had a glory hole. I learned this when our employee restroom was down for repairs one day and I had to use the public facilities. Something that I should probably say is that while I was at school in the big city, I learned that I was bisexual and really loved sucking cock. One of the reasons I planned on moving after school. Not many chances for that in my small town in the late 80’s.
I learned that truckers on long hauls really like getting their dicks sucked. They really like it if they don’t have to see who is doing it. After a few weeks of figuring it out, I learned that if I wanted to suck I went to the last stall and if I wanted sucked to one to the right of that one. The glory hole was pretty nicely carved out of the partition. This led me to believe it was done by an employee with time and the right tools. It was sanded to make sure no cocks or lips got splinters. That first time seeing the hole I was intrigued. I had seen and used glory holes in Dallas when hitting cruising spots. I hung out and stroked myself for a while. Then, I heard the stall door next to me open and shut.
The guy next to me cleared his throat and I saw two fingers come through the hole. The guy wiggled them around and I caressed them, giving consent. Next thing I knew a semi hard 6 inch cock slid through the hole. I quickly knelt down and got to work. I only got to suck for about 2 minutes before he came in my mouth. That was a problem with the long haul guys. They were usually really horny and didn’t last long. The guy then left the stall and I sat there and stroked my 7 inch cock until I came.
When I left the restroom, I felt like everyone was looking at me knowingly. It turns out the glory hole is a pretty popular spot. I go to it every day at lunch. I eat a quick meal and go to the stall to wait. Very rarely do I go in there and not get a cock to suck. Some days after work, if I’m still horny, I stop by and get sucked. Like I said, it was unusually busy for the location and time. Being bisexual in the 80’s, especially in the Midwest, you didn’t talk about it with anyone. I did still like women and had a casual dating relationship with a woman my age about 10 miles away. There really weren’t a lot of women my age in our town. My high school class was small. Most of the girls either moved away or were already married at this point. But, it worked out with my new play spot.
So, that day I had my lunch and went to the far stall. I sat down and gave my cock a few strokes. I waited a while. I was starting to think that day was a bust when I heard the next stall’s door open and shut. The normal couple fingers came through and I softly touched them. I was shocked to see a fully hard 8.5 inch cock come through the hole. It was straight, circumcised, thick, with a nice head on it. I licked it toying with it. I heard a moan. I stroked it for a minute and felt him thrust at me. I got the hint and started sucking. I was really savoring his huge cock when I heard a grunt and got a blast of cum in my mouth.
Then the guy did something most don’t do. He thanked me. Glory holes were usually anonymous and quite. Especially in a place where everyone knows everyone. The voice I heard shook me. It turns out that the nicest cock I had ever sucked belonged to my Dad! I just sat there dumbfounded. I waited until I heard him leave and waited even longer. I left the restroom and went back to work. All I could think about was that I had just blown my Dad and how nice his cock was. I felt so weird, because I wanted to suck it again!
I stopped by the glory hole after work. This time to get sucked. I lucked out and there was a guy waiting to suck. There was usually someone there at that time each day. I suspected, like me, he worked at the truck stop. I got my cock sucked and came in less than a minute. Just thinking about my Dad’s big cock set me off.
I drove home and Dad was making dinner. He seemed a little happier than usual. I avoided eye contact the best I could and kept stealing glances at his crotch. Over the next few days things were normal around the house. Same routine as is usually was. I did keep thinking about Dad’s cock and wanting it in my mouth again. But, I was less nervous around him and was able to small talk, again.
That Friday we had our normal morning and we both headed off to work. It was crazy busy for me and by lunch, I had done more than I normally get done in a full day. I wasn’t really hungry, though. At least for food. I headed to my normal spot and waited for a cock. About 5 minutes later, I heard the sounds of the stall opening and closing. I saw the fingers and did my response. Then I saw it. My Dad’s huge cock sliding through the hole. I froze. I had been dreaming about getting to suck it again. But, now that it was here and I knew it was my Dad’s, I wasn’t sure what to do. Then he shook his cock and knocked me out of my haze. I took him in my mouth and gave him the sweetest, slow, sloppy blowjob I had ever given. I savored his perfect cock in my mouth until he grunted and shot his load in my mouth. He thanked me again and left. I looked over The stall as he left and confirmed that I had just sucked my Dad’s cock for a second time.