Gay Sex While On The Road With Dad 1

Driving thru Illinois, watching nothing but flat land, corn fields and telephone pole after pole whipping by has to be the most boring piece of land in the country. I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. I was looking forward to getting away from my wife Ruby and my 2-year-old daughter Jennifer for a few days. Instead I have become an alibi again.

Well, at least I won't be doing any driving. You see, Bill my dad is driving and sitting next to him is Betty. Betty is not my mother. He has only done this in front of me once before. It was a fall Saturday afternoon. Dad and I were going out to have a father and son cocktail. It was a Sunday ritual. Mom would cook her southern dishes. Today it was meatloaf, a little on the loose side, mashed potatoes, and fried corn. After eating, Dad and I would go out to "wash the car" code for having a few drinks. We pulled into the parking lot of the Sheridan Inn

"Before we go in I have a few things we need to talk about. " he said

"What's that dad?"

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"Your grown up now and you know about a mans needs. I love your mother more than life itself but that doesn't stop the needs. I know you won't hurt your mother. I'm meeting Anna from work to knock off a piece. You can wait in the bar. I won't be too long."

I felt disgusted. Not so much for him having an affair, I have not been that great in the faithful department myself. I was disappointed in him for using me as his alibi. We got out of the car and walked toward the bar.

"You can have a piece of Anna too if you want." He said

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'Oh my God,' I thought

You see, this presents all sorts of problems. Number one I'm gay. It's all I can do to have sex with my wife. I have been blessed with a vivid imagination and fantasize about a nice big cock while I am having sex with Colleen. I do care for her. That is what makes it possible. I absolutely could not fake it with Anna, sloppy seconds too. How would I look her in the face tomorrow at work?

I sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka gimlet. Usually I'm a beer drinker but I needed something to calm me down a bid. I'm the only one at the bar and the bartender is busy wiping all the liquor bottles clean.

What the hell am I going to do? I can't tell my dad I'm gay and I certainly can't fuck Anna. Maybe I could tell Anna...Fuck no. It would be all over the shop the next day.

"Excuse me, could I have another drink please?" I asked the bartender.

"Sure, same way" she said

"Yes please"

I hate sitting at a bar alone. I seem to get drunk faster on less liquor. There is no one here to talk to, to pass the time and I am just on the verge of a full-blown panic attach.

I look at my watch. Its 5 till 6pm. What the fuck am I going to do? Dad will disown me.

Its funny, I know he won't offer me the same protection from telling mother my little secret.

"Excuse me."

"Would you like another one sir?"

"Yes please."

Jesus, I don't want Anna to even see me here. I wish I could go home. I don't think I could get it up now. I just want to get this over with.

"Hey son, you ready to go yet?" dad said

Thank God.

"Sure let's go home," I slurred

He didn't offer me any of his seconds or an explanation.

I won't have that problem on this trip to MS. We are staying at the Ramada Inn in Corinth. Separate rooms thank you. We are driving 14 hrs to see my Aunt for about 5 Min so Pop can get his rocks off. At least they have a bar at the motel.

Mississippi is a strange state for alcohol. Most of the state is dry with little pockets here and there that are wet. The alcohol map changes too. At this particular point in time "hard liquor " is allowed. Beer and wine is not allowed.

The bar is packed. I've never seen a bar run like this before. Behind the bar one person is filling glasses with ice. The other has a bar gun and dispenses the booze and the mix. The waitress yells out her order, maybe 6 or 8 different drinks some with this, some without that. Nothing is in writing. The guy just keeps moving his gun from one glass to the next. Finally my vodka gimlet gets there.

There are a lot of cute guys here. I have had sex with guys, lots of times. But usually I would just give someone a blowjob in the john and that's it. It's always the same. Once a guy gets his blowjob he could care less about the blower, especially if he is straight.

Yes that's right. I usually blow straight guys. I've never fucked or been fucked by a guy. Never really wanted too. I figure if I was going to fuck someone it should be Colleen.

I sure would like to get a guy up in my room tonight. I have been thinking of this problem the whole trip. I will just have to play it by ear.

The first thing is for me to check out the toilets. So here goes nothing.

There are two urinals and two toilets. The partition between the urinals is sufficient to make it difficult to peek at the guy next to you. He would have to be standing way back and you would have to be stretching his neck. Not a good situation. The toilet stalls are clean, no writing on the walls and most disappointing, no glory hole. The stall door does face the urinals but you can't see through the crack in the door. Well back out for another drink.

There are lots of neat looking guys here. One thing I always believe, there is always a fag in every bar and always a straight dude ready to have his cock sucked. Most of these guys seem to have an awfully red neck though.

I made some eye contact with one guy that seems to be by himself. He could be waiting for someone. I think he might be looking for the same thing I am. I will keep my eye on him. Dad and Betty seem to be better occupied in their room.

The guy is blond, slight of build about 145 lbs and 5ft 4in tall, clean looking with a bit of a darker five o'clock shadow. I can't tell by his bulge how big his cock is; just that he has something down there.

I finally had enough booze to head off to the toilet. Guess who is following me in, the cute blond. I head directly to the urinal on the right and he goes for the other one. I am so fucking horny I can't stand it. I am afraid to be too obvious so I decided to take a step back and let him take a peek of my hard 7 inches and find out if he is interested.

This must be what fishing is all about. I stood back. Took a leisurely stroke to extract the last of the piss and a couple of shakes. I was pretending it wasn't hard as a rock.

I got a nibble. He turned his head and focused his eyes into a stare directly onto my turgid penis. I casually stuffed it back into my pants washed my hands and left the room.

We both resumed our previous positions in the crowded bar. Now we were both keeping close tabs on one another. I'm still not one hundred percent sure though. One more test.

I'm off to the toilet again. There are two guys at the urinal, so I go to the stall to piss and leave the door open. Bingo! Here comes the blond. The two guys leave and he takes a spot at the urinal that gives him the best view of me in the stall. I decided to tuck in my shirt so I opened my belt and paints, unzipped the fly. I don't wear underwear and was still hard as a rock. I pulled on my cock like I was shaking off the cobwebs.

He was enjoying the show but I was still a little nervous. I was doing all the flashing and he was watching. As I walked past him I nodded and said hi. He asked me if I wanted a drink.

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