This story is about my great adventure exploring the country. My name is Jamie, and I come from a farming town in northern Virginia, near the border with West Virginia.
I am 17 and about to graduate from high school.
My father has raised me since I was five years old, when my mother left us. My father's name is Roger, and he not only manages our small, 200-acre family farm but also does local deliveries for FedEx. Before my mother left, he was a long-haul truck driver and met many men in the freight industry. He likes to talk about that time.
Like any teenager, I've had sex with many of my friends. I love sucking cocks and have enjoyed many cocks in my ass. I've also exceeded the average length of other guys with my 5-inch penis. Some of my friends only like to be on top or bottom, and I can enjoy both. My dad knows I have sex with other boys, but he says it's normal for teenagers, and I'm sure he's heard me having fun with a friend during sleepovers.
I have a friend who stays over at least once a month, and sometimes I stay over at his place or a friend's. It's not uncommon for my dad to have one of his friends stay over after watching football and drinking too much beer. Our farmhouse only has two bedrooms, so it's pretty obvious where his or my friends sleep when they stay over. We're just two guys who prefer male company.
I talked to my dad about my plan and decided to spend the summer before my freshman year of college in America. I don't have a car, so if I need to go somewhere, I can borrow Dad's pickup truck. Dad told me that if I'm flexible about where I go each week, I can ride with truckers. I've already gone with Dad to the rest stop nearby a few times so he can meet up with his trucker friends. Rest stops are like little towns where a lot of people know each other. I'm 5'10" and tall enough to play football in high school, so I can take care of myself. My dad isn't worried, and I told him I'll send him a text or a picture every week so he knows I'm doing okay.
He gave me a few rules I have to follow. First: Treat everyone I meet with respect and don't judge anyone. Their idea of normal or acceptable might be different from mine. Second: Always ask first before rushing into anything. Third: If someone invites you to their home, consider it an honor, because they didn't have to. Dad gave me a debit card with $500 and some cash for food and snacks so I wouldn't be a freeloader.
I wanted to keep a digital diary on my phone, describing my travels and the people I met. Dad put me in touch with a trucker he knew for the first leg of my trip. He was delivering auto parts to Upstate New York. We stopped at a rest area in central Pennsylvania. I asked him if it would be okay if I gave him a blowjob, and he unzipped his jeans. I asked him dozens of times during my trip, and no one said no. He was a real man and had a nice, thick daddy cock, which I really enjoyed. Knowing my dad, he asked if he fucked me regularly, and I told him I hadn't had sex with him yet.
He told me that was a shame. That night we stopped in Plattsburgh, and I got fucked in a sleeper car for the first time. His thick cock filled my ass perfectly. I slept naked, snuggled up against that big guy, and in the morning his morning erection was deep inside my ass, moving gently back and forth as he kissed my neck. That's how I woke up. He was on his way to Ontario and arranged for me to get a car transporter to Miami so I could continue my sightseeing tour.
He told the driver he knew my father and to treat me gently since I was only 17. Daniel was in his early thirties, single, and you could tell he spent a lot of time at the gym. He told me some of the new rest stops had gyms and communal showers. The thought of all those muscular guys in the showers turned me on, and I told him so. On the drive south, all he wanted to talk about was my sexual experiences—how many guys I'd given head to and how many of my buddies had fucked me.
He had a beautiful cock, longer than mine (which isn't unusual), but it tapered from an uncircumcised glans to a thick base. Every time we stopped at a rest area, I took the opportunity to give him a blowjob to relieve our bladders.
He told me about the glory holes at rest stops he'd visited. He said why he should get married when he could always get off in someone's mouth or ass. He was a dominant top. He rented a row house off I-95, east of Orlando, with another truck driver, and we stayed there one night. He said his roommate was his cousin Randy, and they were about the same age. After I met him, I knew he was Daniel's sex toy, probably since they were teenagers. He acts so submissive to Daniel, telling him what to do. I'm sure he does the cooking and cleaning. We got Chinese takeout, and I did my bit by helping clean up.
Daniel wanted to demonstrate his dominance and ordered his cousin to kneel before him and remove his jeans and underwear, which he obediently did. Daniel put a pink dog collar on him and told us both to undress. He told me to lie on my back on the floor and his cousin to lie on top of me so we could give each other head in the 69 position. His cock was a few inches shorter than Daniel's and even a little shorter than mine, but perfect for sucking. Daniel entered Randy's ass just inches above my face. When I leaned over, I could lick Daniel's balls. While he was fucking his cousin, he called him all sorts of gay slurs, from cock-sucking sissy to pussy-slut, just like his mother did.
As he came inside his cousin's ass, he asked a question that sounded more like a statement: "Is he a whore, just like his mom?" I got his used cock in my mouth to suck it clean, and he called me a good slut. Daniel stood up and announced he was going to bed and I shouldn't disturb him. Randy rolled over, crying. I asked him why, and he said Daniel had promised not to call him that in front of other people. Then Randy told me his life story. He said his cousin had been fucking him since they were 14, but at first it had been a secret. His mother had Randy when she was 15, and Daniel's father had gotten her pregnant when she was only 14. He said Daniel would bring it up to embarrass him when they were teenagers. Randy said because his mother never finished high school, she could only work three days a week at a waffle house. When her parents kicked her out, his mother found a one-room apartment which she shared with Randy. Randy said his mother had many boyfriends when he was a child, and he slept on the sofa when she had a date.
He said these men left cash on the nightstand or the dining room table when they left. Daniel insisted that Randy's mother had sex with these men for money, but Randy didn't want to believe it. Randy's mother knew that her son and Daniel had gay sex, and she explained to Randy that some boys were meant to suck dicks and get fucked, and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. She also knew that Daniel was bossy and dominated her son, but her son always tried to get along with everyone. When they were in high school, Daniel brought some guys from the football team and said they wanted to hire his mother for a few hours. He put a 20-dollar bill in Randy's pocket and went into the bedroom.
Judging by the sounds coming from inside, he was fucking Randy's mother. After 15 minutes, he came back out and told Randy to kneel down and suck his cock clean. Randy hesitated because he didn't want the other guys to see him sucking cock, but Daniel put his hands on Randy's shoulders and pushed him down. The other guys happily helped him and laughed about it. The next guy put another 20-dollar bill in his pocket and went into the bedroom.
After that, Randy had to suck his cock clean. This happened with every boy who was there. When Daniel was recharged, he made the embarrassed Randy bend over a stool, pulled down his pants, and buried his cock in him. After Daniel pumped a load of cum into his cousin's ass, some boys took their turn, and some said it was too gay and left. When Randy went to school on Monday, everyone knew he was a cock-sucking faggot and his mother was a whore. While Randy told me this story, I held him and stroked his back. I asked him why he still lived with his cousin, and he said, embarrassed, that he loved him. I kept to myself how messed up that was. Randy and I slept together that night, and in the morning, I drove him to Tampa, where he had to pick up a load. I took a selfie of Randy and me kissing and sent it to my father.
At the counter of the rest stop diner, I met another trucker who was headed to Tulsa. I rode with him, and he was a burly guy, about 50 years old. That evening, we had a burger, and he fucked me very romantically in his sleeper cab. It was nice lying in his hairy arms. The fact that he was married didn't bother me because there was no drama like last night. He told me he had two sons who were a little older than me, and when they became teenagers, he taught them how to suck dicks and put a daddy dick in their teenage pussies.
He said it was an unbreakable father-son bond. In Tulsa, I met a farmer from Nebraska who had just delivered a load of feed corn, and I went with him to his farm. We stopped at a closed weigh station near Kansas City, and I happily gave him a blowjob, for which he was very grateful. I always enjoy sucking cocks. He was married and had three children. His oldest son had recently joined the Marines, so there were only two left at home.
One daughter had just turned 16, and the youngest son was almost 14. In Nebraska, there were cornfields as far as the eye could see, with steel silos every few miles. His farmhouse had recently been renovated and now had three bedrooms, a large open kitchen, and a living room. He introduced me to his family. His daughter, who was a little younger than me, was cute, but his son, Joey, was a perfect 13-year-old with a nice, firm ass. He reminded me of the boys in my Girl Scout troop. Their round butts are perfect for fucking. His father told him to show me around the farm since it was still an hour until dinner. He asked me a lot of questions, including whether his father had ever fucked me. I said no, not yet. He said he loved it when his father fucked him and asked if my father would fuck me. I
I told him that my father and I had never been so intimate before.
He leaned against a silo and pulled down his pants so I could enter him. An invitation I didn't refuse. Joey talked nonstop, even as I mounted him. He said all his buddies in the FFA were getting fucked by their dads, and some of the other dads too.
While I was fucking his teen ass, he told me that his dad loves fucking teenage boys. He's fucked his older son and most of his buddies, and now it's my turn. He said his mom loves filming dads fucking boys. At that remark, I came inside his teen pussy just imagining it. Joey simply pulled up his jeans, took my hand, and said it was time to wash up for dinner, while I tucked my dick back into my pants. Dinner was beef stew with potatoes and carrots, and of course, corn on the cob. I couldn't help but see his parents in a slightly different light now than Joey had described them to me.
After some homemade peach ice cream, we all went into the living room. Joey told me to just follow her example, and I watched as everyone undressed, including her daughter Joyce. She has a nice body for 16, and Mom wasn't bad either. Mom grabbed her video camera and started directing the activities. Joey and Joyce undressed me. They took turns sucking my cock, and Joyce definitely had experience. Joey told me during our walk that Joyce and her older brother spent a lot of time together in bed. Obviously a very loving family, and I could imagine her and her dad having sex while Mom watched.
Mom told Joey to lie on the floor and I to get on all fours over him so we could give each other blowjobs. I love sucking teenage dicks because they're small and have tight balls. So I was happy, and so was Joey. I felt some lube drip onto my crack and knew I was about to be fucked. Mom, who was operating the camera, told her husband to watch her fuck me and tell everyone who I was. She'd made this a routine, and I was about to be roasted on a spit. When his cock was all the way inside me, I sucked Joey's cock even harder, and then the real fucking began. Joyce sat on the sofa and said to me, "Don't you love having Dad's cock inside you? I love it in my ass too, just like my brothers."
Mom directed the scene and had Joey and me lie side by side while we were fucked by his father. Joey liked to kiss me while his father filled my ass with his cock and asked me, "Isn't that great?" That night, I shared Joey's bed, and we kissed a lot before falling asleep. In the morning, Mom made a hearty farm breakfast for all of us. Joey and his father drove about 20 miles down I-80 to the next rest stop to drop me off. He took a picture of me and Joey like we were brothers and told me I could stop by the farm anytime I was in the area. We all hugged like family, and I sent the picture of me and Joey to my father.
My ass was still sore from last night's fuck, but in the afternoon I met a trucker on his way to Las Vegas. He was picking up his load in Cedar Rapids. Most of the truckers I met on my trip were between 30 and 60, and this guy was no exception. Despite being 54, he was in great shape and said he went to the gym whenever he could. His plan was to check out a Flying J Truck Stop near Las Vegas because it was new and had a large gym, locker rooms, and a communal shower area. He said he really enjoyed seeing muscular guys in the showers, and it always got him hard. The thought of it turned me on too.
I told him it was my 18th birthday the next day and I wanted to do something special to celebrate. Mitch had a plan. After dinner, he suggested we go to the gym and burn some calories. I put on Lycra workout shorts and a plain T-shirt. There were a lot of guys at the gym, and many had erections sticking out of their briefs. It was like being in a candy store to see all those muscular truckers. I enjoyed spending time with young Joey, but I learned how nice it is to have a mature man in my mouth or ass. We worked out for an hour, and he said we should go shower. It was after 10 p.m., and only the guys from the gym were in the locker room. Mitch said, "Let's show those guys what a good cock-sucker you are." We were both naked from the waist down, so I got on my knees to suck Mitch's cock, and it quickly grew larger in my mouth. Fully erect, it was about 18 centimeters long, but thick like most mature men's. It filled my mouth and would slide down my throat if it were fully inserted.
A group of men surrounded us, and I realized I was going to be the cock-sucking pussyboy tonight. Mitch had me climb onto a locker room bench, and on all fours, my ass was level with his cock. Under the watchful eyes of half a dozen guys, Mitch slowly slid his penis into my pussy. It always feels great. When he found a good rhythm, another cock appeared in front of my face for me to suck. Mitch told the crowd that my birthday was at midnight and that anyone who wanted to enjoy my ass before I turned 18 should line up. The crowd was all excited because they knew they could fuck a teenager before I was of age, since there was still an hour to go. Mitch was the first to cum in my ass, and I swallowed two or three loads, and seven other guys fucked me, including two Black guys with huge cocks.
They wanted to roast me on a spit, and their cocks forced my jaw forward to suck them. Their cocks felt incredible inside my pussy, and I hope college is as good as tonight. Mitch took a picture of me with a black cock in my mouth and ass so I could send it to my dad and show him how I celebrated my birthday. I was sore from all the fucking and took a long shower before heading back to the truck. Mitch bought breakfast to celebrate my birthday. There were pancakes with lots of whipped cream and strawberries, and a candle was included. I saw several guys from last night, and they wished me a happy birthday. My ass was still tender, but it was worth it. I decided to rest for the day, and Mitch drove off to deliver his shipment in Phoenix.
I got a ride to the Las Vegas Strip to check out the casinos. I asked around and found a gay club with live music and dancing, so that was my plan for the evening. The club was in one of the older hotels and was packed. It must have been a hangout for younger gay men in the city. Most of them probably worked at various casinos. I got myself a sweet tea and sat down at the bar. There, a few good-looking guys asked me to dance.
The music was 80s and 90s dance. I was on my second large tea when I needed to use the men's room. It was large, with four toilet cubicles (without doors) and a three-meter-long stainless steel trough for peeing. All the guys there peed side by side, often looking at their neighbor's flaccid penis. Everyone was talking as if they knew each other, and there was plenty of teasing about penis size, just like in a locker room.
A guy in his thirties complained that the sight of the whole cock in there gave him a hard-on and he couldn't pee. A younger guy offered to help and got down on his knees to give him a blowjob. And all this happened right in the middle of the men's room, while men walked past them to the sinks. I peed in the gutter, but I couldn't help watching the guy sucking a cock about five feet away from me. He was good, and it wasn't long before he swallowed a load of cum. I thought he'd finished, but the cock in his mouth pulled out a few inches and peed right down his throat, and without even flinching, he swallowed all the urine from the guy's bladder. When the pee stopped, he said it tasted like Miller Lite. The guy who had peed just laughed. I washed my hands and went back to my seat at the bar. The cock-sucker came out and sat down at the bar a seat away from me. He ordered a drink, and I leaned forward and asked how he knew it was Miller Lite. He said his dad and uncles drank it, and it was their toilet when they watched football on Sundays. That made sense.
Next to me sat a young guy who seemed a little shy. He must have been about my age, since he was drinking Sprite. A slow song came on, and I asked him to dance. He seemed very comfortable around me and became my dance partner for the next two hours. I explained to him (his name is Bryce) that I was traveling across the country before starting my freshman year at college. He's at Pepperdine University and just finished his first year. We left the club, and he took me back to his hotel room at a very nice casino. He explained that he was there with his parents, but they were okay with him being gay. They had connecting rooms, and while we were making out in bed, his parents came in through the connecting door. They weren't shocked at all to see their naked son kissing a naked boy, and we both had erections. Bryce told them that my name was Jamie and that I was also a student.
He asked if it would be okay if I came home with them tomorrow, since I hadn't seen the California coast yet. His parents said, "Sure, that would be nice." As soon as his parents retired to their room, we resumed our kissing, which escalated into blowjobs, and Bryce fucked me while he wrapped my legs around his waist, and we continued kissing. We met his parents for breakfast in the hotel cafe, and his father said our car would arrive in 45 minutes. Bryce told me his father owned a real estate development company and had a driver who took him everywhere. We went to the room. He grabbed his suitcase, and I grabbed my backpack. A sedan was waiting for us downstairs. It was quite different from riding in a semi-truck. The drive to their house in La Jolla took a few hours because of Southern California traffic.
It wasn't a modest house; it was right on the beach, had a swimming pool and a cabana, and was easily 370 square meters. Bryce's room was in one wing and had a large balcony overlooking the pool and cabana, with an unobstructed view of the beach and ocean. His parents had a bedroom in the other wing. We enjoyed a lovely dinner with his parents, including a delicious Pinot Noir. After dinner, Bryce and I walked hand in hand along the beach. It was a beautiful evening, and we enjoyed looking at the stars and kissing. Back in his room, Bryce asked me if I wanted to sleep with him that night, and who was I to say no? It was long, slow, and very romantic. The next day, Bryce drove to Malibu to show me Pepperdine, his college. I think he was hoping I might decide to go there, but the tuition was almost as much as our farm was worth, and I don't think I'd qualify for a scholarship. We had lunch in a chic city, and I say chic because I don't see people driving Maseratis and Ferraris in my city.
I sent my father one or two photos. In the evenings, we continued to take walks on the beach. One evening, we went for a walk naked and took a large beach towel with us so we could have sex on the beach. It reminded me of my time as a Girl Scout and having sex under the stars; the only difference was the sound of the waves. We took turns being on top and on the bottom, and that evening I was on the bottom and enjoyed having his cock in my ass. We sucked and/or fucked at least three times a day and even did role-playing. It was fun giving him a blowjob underwater in the pool.
I decided to head back east, and the night before I left, I fucked Bryce doggy-style, and he started calling me Daddy, like, "Daddy, your cock feels so good inside me," and "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" I asked him later, when we were cuddling in bed, if his daddy had ever fucked him, and he said sadly it had only happened once, and his mother had caught them. She was so upset that he promised her it wouldn't happen again. He said he hoped every night his father would come by and fuck him again. I told him my father had never fucked me, and he said that was a shame because every boy should know how much fun it is to be fucked by his father. Bryce begged me to stay longer, but reluctantly, he took me to the next truck stop on the freeway. We hugged and kissed goodbye, and I found a trucker heading to Little Rock, and I waved to him as we pulled away. At every rest stop I visited, I saw fathers with their teenage sons and even a few teenage daughters traveling together. They were probably on summer vacation and traveling with their dads. It was nice to imagine that their fathers were probably fucking them every night. They all seemed so happy, and the fathers were proud to have their boy or girl with them.
We stopped for the night in eastern Arizona, and I sucked his beautiful cock before he fucked my teenage ass. Despite all the noise at the rest stop, I slept very well, snuggled up against his hairy belly. In the morning, we drove east on I-40 through New Mexico. We stopped at a weigh station in the Texas Panhandle, and he fucked me doggy-style. His big belly rested on my ass while he fucked me like a rabbit. It was daybreak when we continued on to Little Rock because he wanted to leave before the weigh station opened.
He dropped me off at a rest stop outside of town and drove his load of fruit to a transshipment point. He said he was going back to California after a day off to pick up another load. He said he enjoyed having me for a ride. I ate something before looking for my next ride and continued driving on I-40. I met a Black man with a heavy Southern drawl who was headed for Pigeon Forge, so I hitched a ride. We stopped for the night between Nashville and Knoxville, and his thick Black cock filled my asshole right up. He said he loved fucking white guys because they had such tight pussies. My pussy wasn't very tight by the time he was done with me, and my throat was sore from fucking me in the face and coming down my throat. In the morning, he enjoyed my ass again before we left because I never turn down a good fuck. He told me he didn't have any sons, but he did have two nephews whom he
treated like his own.
Since they don't have a father, he taught them how to suck cocks and get fucked, and they love it when he puts his daddy cock in them. He dropped me off with a hug at a rest stop near the Pigeon Forge exit. North of there begins I-81, which will take me to Virginia. I convinced a trucker heading to Baltimore to give me a blowjob so I could hitch a ride. You meet some of the nicest people in the men's room at a rest stop. I called my dad and told him I should be with him in a day or two, depending on where we stop. He was happy I'd be home soon.
We stopped for the night near Roanoke, and he said my ass was just as good for cumming in as my blowjob. He has three sons and a daughter and said he loved spending time with his boys fishing. When he says "time," he probably means gay sex. He definitely had experience fucking a teenager, and my ass enjoyed every minute of it. He said he could drop me off at the Hagerstown rest stop so I could meet my dad, since it wasn't too far for him.
I called my dad about 30 minutes into the drive and told him where to meet. He said he had some deliveries to make but would be there as soon as possible. I had to wait about 45 minutes and used the time to go through my travel journal. I counted, and in five weeks I'd been fucked in eleven different states and given head in five or six more, and that didn't even include the rest.
The boy in Nebraska (13-year-old Joey) was a great fuck, and Bryce and I took turns for a week. I have very fond memories of La Jolla, California, and the beach. When my dad picked me up in his pickup truck, I had a huge grin on my face remembering all the great sex. He got out to say hello, and we hugged tightly. When we broke apart, I think we both had noticeable erections and said how much we missed each other. I've never felt closer to my dad. He was very curious about my trip and wanted to know about the gangbang on my birthday. He said the picture of me being roasted on a spit by the two Black guys looked pretty hot.
I told him that these were two of the biggest dicks that had ever fucked me, and that they, along with several other guys that evening, had unloaded a load of sperm inside me.
Once home, we had dinner and a few beers. All the talk about sex on my travels had resulted in both of us having at least a slight erection, and the third beer had lowered my inhibitions. I ended up describing in detail every cock I'd had the pleasure of enjoying. We agreed that every cock had a unique shape and size, but all were beautiful. I told him that one of the lessons I'd learned was the bond that forms when a father fucks his son. I looked him in the eyes and asked if he wanted to sleep with me that night, and he said, "Now that you're 18, I'd love to."
It was incredible to feel my father's cock slide inside me, slowly pumping it into my ass. Within minutes, I was on my back, and he was fucking me missionary style. I reached out and pulled him closer so we could kiss. It was a long kiss as he got faster and faster. I knew he was about to come, so I begged him to come in my ass so I could feel him licking me. Those words were enough, and I felt his cum fill my ass, and he collapsed on top of me so we could keep kissing. I slept with him in his bed that night, holding him tight so I could feel the warmth of his body. It was by far the best sex I had ever had. When he gave me a goodnight kiss, he said, "Welcome home."
