After driving back from the mountain, I wondered what the next step would be. Josh drove me back to my apartment and followed me in and spent the night. The next evening, when I took the train back from work, he was there waiting for me at the station. It was all so natural and felt right. Over the next couple of weeks we were together either at his house or in my apartment, never really making any plans, it all just happened. We had strong non-verbal communication and we could sit together for hours without speaking. It was like we had a sixth sense to know what each other was thinking and feeling. For the first time in my life I was experiencing real happiness and joy. Even though I had not shared any personal information with my coworkers, they commented that I seemed very happy for the time being.
I was so wrapped up in our life that I hadn't spoken with my family since I had met Josh and one day while I was on the train, I received a phone call from my father.
"Tom, are you still alive?" he said in his usual gruff tone.
"Hi Dad, yeah I'm still alive," I answered.
"Well goddamnit, why can't you pick up the phone and call us?" he said in his usual gruff tone.
"Sorry, I've been busy."
"Well goddamnit, talk to your mother, she's worried about you."
I spoke quite a while with my mother, told her I had met someone special and agreed to come to lunch on Sunday.
When I reached the station, Josh was there waiting for me and gave me a big hug. He had no qualms about hugging in public, but he didn't like to kiss openly. I was a little reluctant to tell him that I had agreed for us to go to my parent's house on Sunday as I wasn't sure how he would react and I waited until we were in his truck.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, before I had a chance to say anything.
"Nothing really, what do you mean?" I responded.
"I can see that you're thinking about something at least."
"Yeah, well, my parents called today and I told my parents about you, uuhh, us and they would like to meet you and they have invited us for lunch on Sunday."
"Ok, sounds good," he said and bore his brown eyes inquisitively into mine. "Was that what was bothering you?" he said and paused. "Why was that a problem?"
"I wasn't sure how you would react to meeting my parents and us being introduced to them as a couple."
"I kinda thought we were a couple," he said slowly and blandly, but his forehead was a little wrinkled.
I was so relieved and I reached over and took his hand and laid my head on his shoulder, nuzzled and kissed his neck and the aroma of his cologne and sweat filled my nose and my cock stiffened.
"Yeah, we are a couple," I said decisively and pushed his hand down to feel my throbbing hardon.
"So tell me what you told your parents," he asked.
I told him about the short conversation I had with my father and how I told my mother that I had met someone special and we have been spending a lot of time together. She said she would like to meet them and then asked who it was. I told her his name is Josh. It took her a little while to understand what was going on and I finally explained to her that it was like I was bringing a girl home, but it's actually a man.
Josh exploded with laughter, "That's so fucked up!"
He took my hand and put it on his full bulge which was now rock hard. We sat there massaging each other's cocks while we drove down the highway. I was really horny and craving his cock so I unzipped his fly, and manoeuvred his cock out of his boxer briefs. It was rock hard and standing straight up. I jacked it up and down and he moaned, "Mmmmm."
Thankfully his truck had a bench seat and I leaned over and licked the head of his cock. "What the fuck? I'm trying to drive here!" After a taste of his cock and precum, there was no way I was going to stop so I pushed my head down, swallowing his cock until the zipper of his pants pressed into my lips. I bobbed up and down feeling the soft, velvety texture of his cock and licked on the thick web of veins on his shaft. "Goddamn!" he moaned, "Don't stop!" He was squirming his seat and bucking his cock into my mouth and swerving the truck on the road. My forehead was hot and pounding and I sucked harder and harder on his cock.
He engaged the turn indicator to the right and drove onto a gravelly, bumpy road. Because of the unevenness of the surface, our bodies were bouncing up and down and the head of his cock was pushed deep into my throat. It was painful, but being face fucked so roughly
but made me even hornier.
He stopped the truck, and got out with his hard dick sticking out of his trousers, took a blanket and pulled me into the woods. We found a private spot, took off our clothes and laid down on the blanket, kissed and jacked each other's cock. He licked all over my face and beard and stuck his tongue in my ear. Fuck I was horny for his cock, so I pushed him down and laid on top of him in a sixty-nine position. He had never sucked my cock, but now he licked up and down my cock sensually and I was about to shoot.
I sucked his cock down into my throat, my nose mashed into his big, hairy balls. Fuck! The smell of his sweaty balls and ass permeated my nose making me even more excited. He sucked my cock slowly in and out of his mouth, applying different gauges of pressure and it was red hot and throbbing. He deepthroated my cock and simultaneously licked my balls. Fuck I was in heaven.
I knew I couldn't last much longer and I put my knees down on either side of his head and used the leverage to face fuck him roughly. This was the first time he had really sucked a cock and been face fucked so he was gagging. This was a big turn on for me so I fucked his hot mouth even harder to elicit his gag reflex. This excited him and his cock became more rigid and was throbbing and I was driven to suck it harder.
After approximately a minute of this, he began to shoot his load in my mouth. I lost all control and shot mine as well in his mouth and throat. We were both trembling from the orgasm and lay in the sixty-nine position panting and heaving for air. I turned around and rolled over, laying my head on his shoulder and we kissed, both of us still had a mouthful of each other's seed so we kissed, mixing the sperm together, kissing and licking each other's beards. We lay there and rested for about 10 minutes, looked at each other and laughed. "Goddamn!" he said, smiled and we kissed again.
On the following Sunday, we drove forty five minutes over to my parent's house for the long awaited Sunday lunch. Even though my father is a very friendly guy with a great sense of humor, I was a little nervous about how he was going to react to Josh and me. He can come across as very direct, outspoken and even crude. I didn't say anything to Josh because I didn't want to bias him in any direction and knew he was a strong man who could take care of himself.
My father was sitting out in the yard under a shade tree when we arrived. He got up from the lawn chair and met us as we got out of Josh's truck. "Welcome, I'm John Huber, pleasure to meet ya," he said with an outreached hand.
"Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for the invitation, I'm Josh Phillipson," Josh replied, outstretching his hand for the handshake.
My father gave me a bear hug, "So you still know the way home, do ya boy?"
