Woof

What's a doggy without being spoiled rotten?

anyway

They’ve been traveling together for awhile now, the kid doesn’t really have a destination in mind. He’s just along for the ride, and this dude feeds him too so,,,it works out! It’s awesome! They’re both trans, he gets to listen to stories about the truckers transition. And it makes him excited for the future! This man is so supportive of him, taking care of him, and it just slips out.

“I wish you were my dad.”

They don’t talk for awhile. And he feels knots in his stomach, like he’s just fucked up this one good thing he had going. He mopes in his seat, keeps his face pressed against the window and tries not to cry. When they pull over he’s not suprised when the man opens his door and tells him to get out.

He bites his lip, trying to choke back the tears. He expect the man to drive off and leave him, but he doesn’t. He grabs his arm, so frail and small between his fat fingers, and drags him to a bathroom. He doesn’t get a word out before he’s slammed into a stall wall and the trucker is pressing their lips together. His face is read and his head is fuzzy, this isn’t what he thought would happen. This isn’t even something he thought of. But a large hand is squeezing its way into his skinny jeans.

“W-wait!”

“Fuckin…think you can just say stuff like that, huh? get me all fuckin worked up. Thinkin about you as my son, my pretty little boy.” Fuck his fingers feel good circling his clit. It’s not even his own choice when his hips start moving, as if they have will of their own.

His head is thrown back against the stall, unable to stop the whines leaving his lips. And the bear of a man towering over him is drinking it all in. Loves the way he looks withering against his touch.

“I can be your dad…I can be that for ya kid. You gotta be good for me though, yeah? Can you do that? Be dads good boy?”

He’s nodding, he shouldn’t be but he is. His words are caught in his throat, the idea that this is wrong is somewhere in the back of his head but he can’t hear it over his own pathetic moans.

The man pulls his hand back, making him whine and pout. That earns him a chuckle in response.

“Patience baby. Don’t worry, dad’s gonna give you what you need. My good boy, dad’s good boy. Anyone ever suck your cock before?”

He shakes his head. Wants to say something about not having a cock but he can’t, not when he watches the man drop to his knees and start pawing his pants off.

“Sweet boy…ofcourse you haven’t. Saved yourself for me, right? Gonna let me show you everything?”

“P…please…” it’s all he can manage, thick fingers are spreading open the lips of his cunt and his clit throbs with anticipation. He’s so bare, so exposed.

“Please what? Come on, use your words.”

“Please…please dad please suck me off. Please I need you dad dad dad please..” he’s sobbing, sniffling and shaking with feelings intensely taking over his very core. And he just about looses it when there’s a warm tongue pressed right to his sensitive bud. His hips jerk forward. The truck driver his dad licks and sucks at him like a man starved. He’s moaning into his cunt, like eating him out is somehow giving him pleasure. And fuck it’s too much, he cums embarrassingly fast. Whimpers when he continues to lick him through his orgasm.

“Good job, kiddo. So fucking good. Taste so fucking good, so lucky to have such a sweet boy.”

He’s crying again. Collapses on the floor to his knees, and a big arm is wrapped around him pulling him close.

To help me relax on my next two days off

(this may als be a permanent interaction post so revisit whenever you want! - no deadline, can see what I owe on pinned post!)

Every note will be one hit! Please please spam this, have full convos in the comments, I love interacting there and will answer stuff if you poke me :)

Every 25 notes = 3 extra

Every 50 notes = a blinker

Every 100 notes = an edible dose

Every 500 notes = a drink

Reblogs/comments/likes = 1 hit

Asks = Dealer’s Choice: Tell me to take between 1-5 hits :3 OR you can tell me to have 1 edible OR to take a drink. If you don’t mention a dose/drink I will default to 1 hit

Every 10 notes will be another hit

Every 25 notes will be another sip of my drink

Every 50 notes will be another edible dose :3

Spam highly encouraged and asked for ‘/)’ i wanna be so so braindead and needy that I’m humping everything I can get my paws on

Gonna have a long couple of weeks at work as my hours get upped- which yay! More money! But also more strain on my body and pain flareups. To counteract that I’ll definitely be smoking on the days I do have off as per usual :3

So I’ll be keeping a live count of what I owe in pinned post, and work through them on my free time ^.^ help me relax nicely? I’ll do my best to announce after my shift ends and the night before I’ll play catch up.

As it stands my days off are: April 4th & 5th (shortly before my birthday!), April 8th & 9th. So unless those days get shifted expect one or more of them to be drugdog time :D

Edit: days off changed from 9th/10th to 8th/9th. 4th & 5th still stand