When I got home that night I was right back to where I was on Monday. I couldn’t keep eye contact during dinner. I told Dad that I was going to Susie’s house for the night. I did and fucked her nonstop the entire night. She asked me what had gotten into me. I said it must have been something that blew in with the wind.
I went home the next morning and Dad and I watched college football and drank beers. We did this most weekends during football season. I had to make myself watch the game and not stare when he would adjust himself. When he would go to piss, I wished I was in there just to see his cock again. At half time, I had to go jerk off in my room. I made it through the rest of the game without incident. After the game, Dad decided on a nap in his chair.
I had only had four beers. And was still fine to drive. I decided I’d head to the truck stop to see if anyone wanted their cock sucked. I left a note for Dad saying that I was going to Suzie’s for a while. I drove to the truck stop and filled up my pickup’s tank. That gave me a reason to be there and everyone else did it. I went to the restroom and saw that both of the glory hole stalls were occupied.
I decided to wait in another stall for them to free up. I could hear the tell tell slurping and moaning and got hard myself. I stroked myself a little while I waited. I heard the grunt of an orgasm and peeked through the gap in the door. I saw that the guy getting sucked was the truck stop manager, John. He was in his early 50’s. He was short, bald, and slightly overweight. I wondered how many times I had sucked his cock over the last year. Then I heard the guy who was sucking cock come out. I peeked again, expecting to see some trucker exiting. It was Bart, the 19 year old cashier. He was pretty feminine for the time and I banked that info for later use.
Once they were both out of the restroom, I took up my normal position. Even though I was hard as hell, I took the sucker side. I really needed some cocks in my mouth. It didn’t take long for one to show. It was a smaller one, that only lasted a couple of minutes. I swallowed his cum and he left. About 15 minutes later I got a winner. His cock was at least 8 inches. I sucked him for a good five minutes before he came. That helped my cravings. After he left I decided to head home. I had a raging hard on, though. So, I switched stalls and hoped a guy would show. No one did, though.
I was too horny to jerk off and be good. Then I thought about Bart. I went to his counter and told him there was an issue in the restroom. It was his job to clean them, so he went along with me. I went to the back stall and pointed to the toilet. He asked what the problem was. I said that he wasn’t sitting there. I gave him a knowing look and pulled out my cock. I shut the stall door and he sat on the toilet. He went right to work. It had been over a year since I got my cock sucked by a guy right in front of me. I only lasted a couple minutes. He swallowed and wiped his mouth. He told me he preferred the hole set up in the future. We left it at that and he went back to work.
When I got home, Dad was making dinner. We talked about football and work. He said that his job was bringing him around the truck stop a few times a week and that maybe we could catch lunch together. I said that would be great. Thinking about the dessert he had given me twice. I went to bed thinking about his cock again.
Monday came and I was back at work. At lunch I went to my stall and waited. I saw the fingers, did my touch, and almost fainted when Dad’s big cock came through hole again. I worked that thing like it would save my life. I tried to prolong the experience, but I worked his cum out in a few minutes. He thanked me again and left. I went back to work happy and horny.
At quitting time, I saw Bart and nodded towards the restroom. He put up his closed sign and went to the last stall. I went to the one next to it and got a quick blowjob and headed home. At dinner Dad mentioned that he had gone by the truck stop to see about lunch that day. My heart skipped a beat. He said he couldn’t find me and headed out. I came up with a random excuse. He said he’d probably be around there on Friday and maybe we could meet up for lunch or something. The way he said something made me think. Did he know?
To be continued in pt 2.