(Caption) Rest Stop Encounter

October Caption Challenge (18/31)

He couldn’t have been gone longer that five minutes, and his son was nowhere to be seen. Nick and his son were on a little camping trip while he was home for the summer. Nick had gone to the rest area bathroom to take a shit, and when he’d come back to the car, where his son had said he’d wait, he was nowhere to be seen. Figuring he’d just gone to the bathroom himself, or maybe was walking around to stretch his legs, he walked back to the bathroom, but didn’t see him. With a little more panic mounting, he kept looking around, and saw a young man, about his son’s size, following another fellow back around the front of a pickup truck. Wondering what his son could be doing over there, he followed them, came around the front, only to discover that the young man was blowing the fellow right there in the open.

He had to focus and really concentrate…but it was his son, almost. He hadn’t had a shaved head, nor tattoos, nor had he been wearing those clothes, but it was his son, he was sure of it. “What the hell are you doing with my son!” he said, went to grab him away, but the redneck swatted his hand away.

“Buddy, I think yer confused,” he said, “This ain’t your son–I’m his daddy, ain’t that right boy?”

The young man looked up with a rather love struck expression and nodded, “Yeah Daddy, ‘course, I’m yer son!”

The drawl shouldn’t have been there, but it was his son’s voice! Nick was sure of it. “I don’t know what fucking game your playing, but let him go.”

“Buddy, I think yer confused is all,” the redneck said, lowered his sunglasses, and the eyes beneath them…Nick had never seen anything like them. The color kept…shifting, and the gaze was so intense, he forgot…everything, for a moment. Forgot his son, forgot about calling the cops, forgot about camping, forgot himself, even.

“Now, like I said, this here is my son–isn’t that right, buddy? Ya don’t have a son, do ya.”

Nick shook his head slowly. He…he must have been mistaken. He didn’t look anything like his boy–no, he didn’t even have a son, did he? “S-Sorry man, I…I guess I was just confused, I’ll…I’ll leave ya to it…”

“Now hold on, don’t go just yet. Ya like tah watch, don’t ya?”

Nick nodded slowly. He was right, he did like to watch. He groped his own cock while the fellow’s son deepthroated his daddy’s big cock. “Fuck man, yer fucking lucky that your son sucks cock like that,” Nick said.

“Yeah, he does real good, gotta say,” the man said. “Got a pretty good cock on himself too, loves fuckin’ fat truckers like you, and looks like that ass of yours could use it. Wha’d’ya say, 200 bucks, and my boy’s all yours for an hour.”

Nick’s clothes shifted to some ratty, dingy denim, and he licked his lips. He hadn’t had a nice young cock in him in ages–and hell, he sure as hell needed one. “Ya got yerself a deal fella,” he said, hauled out his wallet, and shoved 200 dollars in his hand. “Come on boy, let’s see if ya can fuck as good as yer Pa there.”

An hour later, the young man climbed out of the cab, grinning from ear to ear, and went back to where his Pa was waiting, climbed in the truck, and took off with him. Nick climbed down after him, feeling the cum drooling from his ass and down the inside of his jeans, and shuddered a bit. The boy sure could fuck! Too bad he didn’t get any contact info from them–these rest area hookups wouldn’t compete. He needed to be on his way anyway–this load wasn’t going to deliver itself! He climbed back in, still envious of the man’s son, and drove off into his new life.

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