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Dad and I decided to go on a trip through the Midwest to the west coast. It was supposed to be a time for us to get to know each other better as we had drifted apart after I came out to mom and dad and he subsequently freaked out. We went two years with just the occasional nod at family get togethers until mom decided it was enough.

She decided that we needed to get over this bullheaded arguing and shit and decided that we were going to spend three weeks together on a train ride across the US. It started out in Pennsylvania and by the time we got to Chicago we finally were openly talking about things, even if we were doing it over late night beers in a seedy downtown bar.

I accused him of being a homophobic bastard who only loved me when it was convenient for him to do so and he in turn told me I was a fucking flamboyant ass wiggler set on embarrassing him every chance I got. It was tense, but we needed it to break down the wall between us. We weren’t lovey dovey, but we were at least dealing with me being a gay man. We had a couple more days before our train ride continued and we both spent it on our own as we tried to come to terms with this development.

I discovered a whole section of downtown and in doing so, met Mike a twenty three year old trust baby who was out exploring the country on his own. Turns out he was planning on riding on the same train as us and I kind of fell in lust with him.

On Thursday, when dad and I boarded the train we were civil with each other but still a little sore about the words we bandied at each other. Our cabin was sparsely occupied, just two other guys at the time we boarded, so dad and I took seats on separate benches. We’d taken three steps forward, but the fight brought us back two steps.

As we got settled, Mike stepped into the cabin and my face smiled when I saw him. At least not all was bad in my world. He came down the center aisle and gave me a big hug as he settled in beside me. This of course was noticed by the other occupants who all watched the cute twink hug me and then kiss me before the whistle signaled we were leaving the station.

I hadn’t told dad about Mike, and likewise Mike wasn’t aware I was with dad. This was my own little surprise and it went over well. Dad was all eyes on us for the first half hour as we talked and held hands. I may have played it up a bit to get under dad’s skin but I was still kind of mad about what he had said about me embarrassing him. So I may have kissed Mike a couple more times than maybe I needed to, but screw it.

As we got going across the Illinois countryside, dad stood up and started getting into his carry on looking for something. Mike was keen on watching him and whispered to me that he was a hot daddy. Good thing I was there or he’d be tempted to check him to see how comfy a ride he was. He laughed but I was a little disturbed.

Then I heard Mike sucking air in along with the young guy sitting five rows ahead of us. I turned to see what inspired this reaction and I saw dad folding up his shirt hed just removed, before resuming his seat. Jesus, he was suddenly playing hardball in my arena.

As he sat there rubbing his tattooed chest, he was making eye contact with the guys in the car. The young twink who was drooling over Mike and me making out was making very deliberate eye contact with dad and dad responded by pinching his nipple at him.

I made eye contact with dad who just grinned as he ran his rough hand across his bearded chin and grinned at me before winking across at me. I heard Mike groan and realized that dad had my friend’s attention too. As his hand drifted lower on his body, he turned his head back to the twink who stood up and boldly walked back to my dads seat and joined him.

At this point everyone in the car was watching dad’s bench as the twink ran his hand over dad’s muscled torso, before leaning in and taking a nipple between his lips. As the twink went to town chewing on the nipple, dad grabbed a hand and slid inside the waistline of his jeans. I could see the hand making movements as he made himself at home working dad’s cock. It wasn’t much longer before dad looked around the car again then stared at me as he opened up his fly and freed his engorged cock. I heard a sharp intake of breath as Mike took in what was happening in the row behind us.

The twink slid off the bench and knelt on the floor as he dove head first in my load man’s lap. He was busy sucking dick as the clickety clack of the train rolled on. Dad just grinned while the guy went to town sucking his cock. Eventually his need to control things overtook this as well as his strong hands grabbed the guys head and brutally forced him to swallow every inch of his erection as he fucked the guy’s mouth and throat, much to the delight of the other riders, who were observing the face fuck. I felt Mike kiss my neck as he unzipped and began stroking his own cock to the show.

I glanced down and saw the nice seven inch pole on my new friend as he stroked his approval of the show. In no time I heard dad start to groan as he told his admirer to open that faggot throat up because he was ready to unload. He closed his eyes tightly and looked towards the ceiling as forced the twink all the way down on his shaft while he unloaded in his mouth. I could see the cum drooling out around his lips as he pulled back and licked up any stray cum. He stood up as dad told him he was done and could return to his seat. He gave me a broad grin as he marched back up the aisle with a lump extending his track suit pants.

Dad meanwhile just sat there daring me to say something with his softening cock still waving in the air while we continued across the fields. After a minute of everyone being careful not to destroy the moment, I felt Mike zip up as he stood and stepped out into the aisle. He kissed me and told me he’d be right back as he stepped out into the aisle. I figured he was going to bathroom to jerk off but was surprised when he stopped beside dads bench and made eye contact. He leaned over the bench and grabbed dads unit before assuming the pose that the twink had just evacuated. As his mouth consumed the rapidly engorging cock, dad just looked me in the eyes and smiled. He then grabbed Mike roughly by the head and fucked his face harder than ive ever witnessed before. Mike was gagging and dad was forcing his head to take him all the way down to his balls. And that was saying something because dad has a very thick dick which resembled the size of a monster drink can.

My friend, whom I hadn’t even had the pleasure of intimate relations with, was being used as my dad’s personal pocket pussy and from what I could tell, they were both more than okay with it. Dad would alternate between rapid thrusting into Mike’s mouth and forced deep throating as he’d force my new friend to swallow him and then hold it. After a few minutes the throat slime was drooling out of Mike’s mouth onto his light jacket making a real mess, but neither of them were concerned. Dad moaned that he was gonna fucking cum. Goddammit I love that this train is fucking populated by faggots. Here it comes boy, get ready to eat daddy’s load. Unnnngh. Oh shit. Yessss. F-U-U-C-C-C-K!!!

I saw Mike’s eyes get big as his mouth bulged as dad blasted his second load of the day down his throat. When he finished swallowing he pulled back as he licked up any stray cum then stood up and kissed dad right on the mouth. It was hot as hell to see dad share that intimate kiss with Mike. I could see them softly talking before Mike walked back over to my bench and started rooting around in his backpack.

I said wow and he just grinned and said he knew what I meant. Daddies always do that to me. I asked him if he was okay and he just grinned. I kissed him and tasted cum in his mouth. Then it hit me that this was my dads cum I was tasting and I felt dirty and extremely turned on at the same time. Then I asked him what the guy told him and he just grinned and told me to watch and see as he found a tube and pulled it out of the backpack and put it in his pocket as he stood up and removed his spit soaked jacket.

As he stepped out into the aisle again, he said that the next stop is at least another two hours. More than enough time to get my ass plowed by the Daddy of the Train. You want a little lube to stroke with, bud? Otherwise I’m heading back over there before that other guy decides he wants to taste stud man too!

For the next hour I watched dad get his amazing tool worked out by the other guys in the train car. At one time he had three of them kneeling before him as he took turns fucking their mouths before shooting a load across all three of their faces. I wasn’t thrilled that dad fucked my new friend, but in the end it opened up communications between us. By the time we hit the Rockies, mike had moved onto another fellow and dad had added me to his conquests and we’ve never been closer.