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Trucking With Daddy

Rodger huffed on a cigar in the drivers seat of his truck while he waited on his son. The big, pot bellied brown furred wolf had been waiting on Chris for about ten minutes now. He rolled his eyes, glancing at the clock on the dash. If the boy took any longer he'd have to leave without him.

Originally, Rodger had just been planning to make this trip solo as usual; probably pick up and fuck some horny teenage sluts along the way. However it was his wife, Judy, who had talked him into taking their 19 year old son along. Rodger had shrugged and said it would be no problem, maybe even fun to spend some quality time with his son. Now though, as his fingers tapped impatiently on the dash, he was regretting that decision.

Finally, Chris emerged from the house, trotting quickly to the large vehicle and climbed inside, slamming the door behind him. Clearly the muscular young jock was in a rush. "Shit long enough?" Rodger mused dryly, irritation evident in his voice as he glanced at his son, who was red faced. "My bad, Dad." Chris responded while looking away in embarassment.

Rushing onto the road, it was only after fifteen minutes of driving that Rodger had even gotten a good look at his son. "A sweater? Are you serious? It's almost 90 degrees out!" The older wolf shook his head, considering turning around to get his son a proper pair of clothes, but decided against it due to time restraints.

"I was in a hurry, and mom hasn't washed the laundry yet!" Chris tried to explain, only to get cut off by his father. "Well if MOM hasn't done the laundry, don't you think YOU should get off your ass and do it yourself?" The harshness in his voice surprising even to him, but this was tough love. It had to be shown.

The two sat in silence for a long while after that. Rodger rolled his eyes and shook his head subtly. This was supposed to be a good time to bond and chat away, but the mood had already been soiled. Surely this would be the last time he let Judy talk him into something. He then chuckled at the thought, knowing he was as "pussy-whipped" as the worst of them.

Come to think of it, Judy had all the control in the bedroom. He could hardly even sneak a peak at her without her say so. It'd been months since he got inside of her. Sure, he had the roadside whores to help him out on the job, but nothing compared to Judy. Damn, was it always worth the wait though. Rodger felt his large canine prick swelling inside his cut off jean shorts. He leaned his white wife-beater clad back against the seat and relaxed as he reached a hand down to squeeze himself, thinking about his wife.

"Wh-What were you chuckling about?" Chris' croaking voice came as a surprise to his father, as the trucker snapped back to reality, returning his hands to the wheel. Rodger looked at the dash and realized they'd been driving for about an hour. He then looked at his son to come up with some bullshit answer to his question, but then stopped. Sweat was trickling down his son's face as he panted silently from the heat. "God damn it Chris, take off that sweater! You're boiling like an egg on a Florida sidewalk right now."

"Ok!" That was all Chris needed to hear. He originally hadn't wanted to remove the sweater due to fear his dad would complain about him getting fur and sweat all over the seats. However, with the newfound permission, he quickly rolled it up over his head and tossed it into the back before slumping into his seat with relief, now only in his sweatpants and underwear.

As Rodger continued to drive, he couldn't help but find himself continuously sneaking peeks at his sons impressive physique. The boy played football and spent extra time in the gym, and it showed. His light brown pecs were wide, his abdomen tight, shoulders broad. It reminded Rodger of himself at that age, and he swelled with pride in his son. That was the moment when Rodger realized how much of a man his son really was.

"I was thinking about pussy." Rodger finally grunted while looking ahead at the road. Chris was caught by surprise, and stared at his dad in shock before muttering. "W-What?"

Rodger smirked and looked it his son sideways. "You asked me what I was chuckling about. I was thinking about pussy, and how hard it can be to get. So... you ever get any?" While it crossed Rodgers mind that this subject matter could be considered inappropriate by some, especially with his own son, he was far too horny and eager to finally start conversation with his son to care. "You look like quite the pussy hound." Rodger added with a grin and wink.

"Oh, uh... thanks dad." Chris blushed at the compliment, looking down. He was a shy lad, and hadn't aquired much experience engaging in, or even talking about sex. Now, here he was, talking about it for the first time, and with his own father none the less. He gulped before answering.

"O-Oh y-yeah, plenty. Lots." Chris lied, wanting to impress his dad more than anything. "Were they hot?" Rodger responded casually. "Hell yeah. Cheerleaders. Two of them." Chris continued, starting to sound more confident in his story.

"Oh REALLY?" Rodger's suspicions grew at this point, but he continued, too horny to care either way. "At the same time?"

"Yeah," Chris responded without thinking. "Did you do anal?" His dad shot back, almost immediately, his hand reaching down to fondle his growing erection through his cut-offs once more.

"Uh... no. Not yet." Chris finally told some truth, albeit mostly just to make his story seem more believable. "Shame. A lot of boys around your age are REALLY tight, and ripe for the picking." Rodger squeezed, and was surprised to feel a wad of precum leak into the fabric of his jeans, surprised by how much the idea of his son moaning out in pleasure mid-fuck turned him on.

"Uh... you mean girls?" Chris asked, shocked and confused at what his father had just said. "Uh huh." Rodger responded dryly, completely uninvested in the conversation as his mind started to get lost in his fantasies. "Bet you'd love anal." Rodger finally snorted out breathlessly as his mind filled with lust.

"Well, I don't know. Probably, I guess. Maybe." Chris responded with a nervous shrug. It was at this point Rodger turned his head and looked at his nervous son straight in the face and said. "You still hot boy? Go to the back and take off those sweatpants."

Chris paused for a moment, unsure if he'd heard correctly. "Uh... what? No, dad, no. I'm not hot. I just wasn't sure." Chris explained, or rather, tried to, before his words were cut off by his father. "You're sweating! Now go and take em off and get your ass back here ASAP. Don't make me have to tell you again."

Chris blushed before making his way to the back and quickly stripping out of his sweatpants, revealing his white, sweat soaked and almost completely transparent jockstrap. Embarassed, he stood there for a moment before hearing his dad hollar. "You get lost back there? Get your ass up here!" Sounding more authorative than usual.

Finally Chris came back and sat in the passengers seat, bare assed in his jockstrap, and looked out the window nervously. His ears perked as he heard his dad chuckle. "Don't be nervous, sport! It's just us guys here, besides, it's nothin' I ain't seen before!" Rodger grinned as he serveyed his son's now exposed thigh muscles. "Nice, I think your thighs are even bigger than mine were at your age. That probably means you have bigger glutes. The ladies will love that, more thrusting power." He chuckled lewdly.

Rodgers eyes only glanced at the packed, sweat soaked jockstrap of his son, clearly uninterested before he took a deep breath and grumbled out. "Show me."

"What???" Chris looked his father dead in the eye for the first time since getting in the car. His face was read, and starting to show signs of extreme discomfort and aggression. "I'm just gonna have a look and check out your gym progress. No need to be queer about it. Now calm down and just, kinda, turn on your seat and show me."

Giving his father one last questioning, distrustful look, Chris slowly turned his body halfway in the seat, exposing one brown furred, white-jockstrap framed cheek. "No no. That won't do. You're gonna have to turn around completely and straddle the seat, sport."

Chris bit his tongue, holding back from saying anything to his father, trying to just get this experience over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. He slowly made his way around so he way sitting on the seat with his legs crouched on the sides of the big truck, his arms hugging the seat for safety.

"Ohhh yeah... They're big. Nice n' round too! I bet they're extra tight!" Rodger exclaimed, before suddenly reaching out and giving the brown furred globes a SMACK! Chris YELPED and HISSED out in shock and discomfort before finally growing the courage to speak up. "OK! OK! That's enough. I'm putting my foot down. We're done here!" The young wolf said before standing up and starting to turn around in his seat.

It was then that the big truck suddenly SCREECHED to a pause, the stop bringing enough momentum to send the standing young man back-first into the dash with a YELP before his head came back, bouncing off the seat cushion and finally, off the dash once more, immediately knocking him out.

Chris awoke sometime later, his head in a daze. He tried to lift his arms, but found himself unable. Blinking, he tried to lift his head to look around, but his vision was still too blurry to see. With his head ringing, he clenched his teeth in pain and let out a mutter of discomfort. "D-Dad?" He asked weakly, only to have a massive hand CLAMP around his mouth, muffling his words, "Shut the fuck up..." a familiar voice hissed above him.

It was then that Chris felt heat radiating against his backside, and what felt like large hips pressing against his bare brown ass. "Nooo." The boy shuddered into that hand as he felt the head of a wide cock nudging against the entrance to his backdoor. He then heard his father gasp out breathlessly. "Oh Judy, it's been too long... Your ass looks bigger and better than ever." He said while starting to growl playfully, leaning down to nuzzle his son in the back of the neck, sinking his teeth gently into the scruff and tugging.

With his eyes going wide, Chris' vision finally started to focus as he realized he was still in the passengers seat, only now it was in a reclined position, with his arms bound around the back of the seat. The car had come to a stop. Chris wondered where they were, and tried to SCREAM for help, only for his father to grab him by the hair and lift his head up off the seat and HOLLAR "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" before slamming his head back into the seat.

"I've been waiting too long for this, and you've been living under our roof for free for far too long. It's about time you started paying your dues, and you can start by being a good bitch and shutting the fuck up." Rodger stated matter-of-factly before reaching down to the condom covered, lubed up shaft of his engorged cock. Normally he wouldn't bother with lube, but this was his son after all...

The bigger pot bellied wolf started to SLIDE his thick meat up those virgin buns, grinning as he heard the mutter of discomfort escape his sons lips. "Tell me you want it baby, and I'll be gentle." Rodger said before lifting up that head once more and licking his son across the cheek before licking around that jaw dropped gaping mouth, and finishing with a soft, loving kiss.

"AHH... OHHH... I..." Chris winced in deep pain, his back still throbbing especially as his fathers pot belly pressed against the small of it from above. Although terrified, Chris decided it would be best for him to play along and recieve the gentle treatment. "I... I want it." Chris choked out weakly.

"NO! Say it like your mother. You can do her voice, can't you sport? Your low hangers aren't interfering, are they?" Rodger sneered before reaching down and around to his sons jockstrap, cupping the entirety of his manhood with one hand and giving a threatening squeeze.

"O-OHH O-Of course!!!" Chris whined before gulping, his voice shaking as he tried to raise his voice. "O...Oh honey... I... I uh... missed you so much... I want this so bad!!!" Chris whined in a softer, more sensual tone.

Rodger paused for a moment. Chris' heart raced as he waited for the backlash of his angry, psychotic father... but it didn't come. He was surprised when he heard. "Oh baby... I know. I've missed you too. And now that I have you... you're gunna fucking get it all baby..." Rodger panted, his voice hardly containing his excitement before he forcefully THRUST his cock balls deep into his son, licking his lips and biting the boys neck as he heard that loud, horrified SCREAM escape the boys pained lips.

"OOOH-OH F-FUCKK!!! OOHHH! Y-YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA BE GENTLE!" Chris whined in pain filled horror. "WHAT DID I SAY BITCH?" Rodger seethed before reaching down inside that jockstrap and grabbing hold of those two fat, brown furred balls and SQUEEZING, causing Chris to scream LOUDER than ever before! Chris spasmed, feeling as though they were gonna pop, when his father finally let go and huffed into his ear. "Now you're gonna be a good bitch, and stay quiet, alright honey?"

Chris let out a quiet whimper and nodded his head weakly. As he bit the cushion to muffle his moans, tears streamed down his face... only to be replaced with DROOL as the intense love making continued over the next fifteen minutes.

Suddenly Rodger HOWLED out as he thrust his head back, emptying his seed into his bitch, filling that ass with fresh cum. His hips continued to buck even as the excess cum came pooling back out, landing on the hot leather seat. Finally he collapsed, a sweating, heaving mess on top of his son, nuzzling his neck scruff lovingly and licking it. "You enjoy that baby?" The old wolf mused.

"Y-Yes..." Chris finally choked out, his own cock having involuntarily spurted from all the stimulation to his prostate. "I knew you would." The smiling older wolf grunted, his eyes still glazed over with orgasmic bliss as he reached his hand down to the pouch of that sweat and cum slick jockstrap, engulfing the entire white pouch in his massive hand, and non-chalantly POPPED those nuts with a sickening "SQUELCH!", turning that once plump and full ballsack into a mush filled coin purse.

Even as his boy's horrified, pain filled SCREAMS filled the truck and echoed out into the isolated dirt road around them, Rodger sighed out in bliss, unbinding and rolling off his latest fuck, his cock ripping out with an audible pop before he lazily pulled on his cutoffs and returned to the drivers seat.

Ignoring the sobbing beside him, Rodger stated loudly, making sure his now gelded son could hear him. "Make sure you get yourself cleaned up before we reach home. We're almost there, sport." He said, glancing at the cum and sweat covered, face down piece of ass in the passengers seat. "Oh, and don't forget to tell your mother about the testicular injury you suffered at football practice yesterday. I'm very glad you confided in me about it on this fun and conversation-filled haul. Oh, and son?" Rodger said, watching as his son weakly looked up through tear filled eyes to meet his gaze. "Don't worry. I'll still love you the same." Rodger winked.

END