Riding Bitch (4)

Dad continued to hold me as we stood there, both accepting the reality of what had just happened. My dad, the man I looked up to and idolized more than anyone in the world, had just fucked me. I had embarked on this trip because a part of me wanted to relive the excitement of my first road trip with Dad in his truck. Instead, I had been trapped into a new world of gay sex, as a bottom to the two truckers, whored out to a line of truckers in the shower, and ultimately fucked by the man that I most admired. This was not how I expected this trip to go!

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