Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 02:04:37 -0400 From: My Name Subject: Riding in West Virginia Riding in West Virginia Quick disclaimer: this is my first time writing for Nifty, so please be kind. Any feedback? Shoot me an email at the address listed at the bottom. NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. This story is completely fictional and written only for entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. Enjoy! My name is Mark, and ever since I was 12 years old, my father and I have ridden dirt bikes together. To be honest, I was a little hesitant when my father pulled me out of school one day and said we were going to get a couple of bikes; I was worried that I wouldn't be good at it, and that I'd let my father down. Luckily, I turned out to be a natural, and soon the two of us were riding 2-3 times a week. This was great for me; ever since I was old enough to have feelings for other people, I'd been strangely drawn to my father. I mean, who wouldn't be? He was handsome, intelligent, charming, and years of working as an engineer and handyman had left him with a very strong build. He wasn't a body builder or anything; he enjoyed beer enough that he had just a suggestion of a paunch, with a thick coat of chest hair to complete the masculine image. The two of us were quite close, but I'd always wanted something more; a closer, more intimate relationship. Anyways, this story takes place when I was 16. We're from Canada, but every year after I turned 14 we'd brought the bikes down to West Virginia to ride through the mountain trails. We went during the fall, when I had some time off of school and he could get out of work. It worked out well; the weather was still warm but not so hot as to be sweltering, and the trees changing colour and dropping their leaves was certainly an image to behold! At that point in time (I'm 25 years old now) I was in great shape; I played football, soccer, and hockey, had a job as a lawn care worker, and my diet was impeccable. While I definitely loved playing sports, I was more interested in the way I looked playing them and as a result of them. I'd known I was gay since I was about 5 years old, but was beginning to come to terms with my sexual orientation. Looking back, I had gotten caught up in the superficial standards that I thought dominated "gay culture." But that's not really important. The key details were these: My father and I were spending a week in a single-bedroom cabin, I was attracted to my father, and I was horny as hell. And as far as my dad knew, I was straight. The first day we got there, we took it easy. It had been an 8-hour drive, so we got into the cabin, got unpacked, and settled in for the night. Well actually, the first thing we did was pour ourselves a nice stiff rye and coke. Even though I was underage, my dad and I would always unwind with a drink, usually in our underwear, sweaty and muddy, after our weekly rides. There was no air conditioning in the cabin, so it was a bit stuffy. True to our usual form, we stripped down to our underwear, sipped our drinks, and got unpacked. Once I found my stereo, we put on some tunes (that night it was Genesis Ð The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway). It didn't take us too long to unpack, and so soon we were relaxing in the living room, enjoying the rye and the music, shooting the shit about school, work, sports, the usual. I made us a few sandwiches because that's about how energetic we were, and we wiled away the hours having a great time. At about ten, my dad said that he was going to have a quick shower and head to bed. He stood up, finished his drink, and walked towards the washroom. As he walked, he tugged down his boxer briefs, threw them into the corner and entered the washroom. Luckily he didn't turn around, because I was staring at his gorgeous hairy ass the whole way. It was totally normal for the two of us to be naked together; whether it was after a ride, or enjoying the hot tub my father had installed at the house several year prior, we were perfectly comfortable with each others' bodies. Well, my father was anyways; I was usually left trying to hide my erection because the sight of my father turned me on so much. Especially his ass. It was the perfect combination of muscular, round, and hairy. There had been so many times when I'd caught myself gazing at that ass, longing to dive in face first and go to town on it. At the time, I didn't realize this was a fairly common interest, but the idea of licking my father's asshole drove me insane! While my father took a shower, I poured myself another drink. As a fairly bulky guy with a level temper and calm disposition, I had quite a high tolerance for alcohol. Just another of the things I inherited from my dad. I tossed our dishes in the sink, and set out our riding clothes for the next morning. After ten minutes, my dad came out of the washroom, towel around his waist, and went into the bedroom. He hollered out a quick "goodnight" before throwing the towel to the floor and slipping under the covers, naked. This caught me off guard; I'd seen my father naked, and we'd shared hot tubs and outdoor showers when occasion called for it, but he'd never been naked while we shared a bed. Frankly, I was worried that the temptation to make a move would be overpowering. I stood there, drink in hand, thinking about what I would do next, when the sound of my dad's snoring hit me. He was a heavy sleeper, and a loud snorer. Fuelled with liquid courage, I pulled down my own underwear, tossed back my drink, and walked into the bedroom. I turned off all of the lights except for a small nightlight/air freshener that was plugged in near the door. I didn't want it completely dark thought. I looked down at my dad, sleeping on his stomach and snoring, and my dick jumped. I pulled back the covers to slip under them, but the way I threw them back left his ass exposed. His left leg was straight, his right leg bent at the hip, his knee almost touching his elbow. I swear this is the exact stance that doctor's ask their patience to assume when they give a prostate exam, and for good reason; I had a perfect view of my father's ass, his low-hanging balls draped underneath, as a sick sort of welcome mat. I'm normally not one to produce much precum, but I could feel my cock leaking as I stared down at that hairy ass. I slipped I beside my father, and I swear I tried to go right to sleep. However, I didn't have the willpower to pull the covers up and cover his heavenly ass. As it turns out, this wasn't my only lack in willpower. After what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to 5 minutes, I found myself sliding down the bed, and perching on my knees, staring at the most beautiful but I'd ever seen. Against my better judgment (I still blame the rye to this day), I reached out, and laid a hand against one of his butt cheeks. As soon as I did this, my cock swelled even further, and I don't know how I didn't shoot my load right then and there. Throwing caution to the wind, I placed my other hand on my father's other ass cheek, and began to kneed the flesh which was somehow soft and hard at the same time. By this point, I was drooling as much as I was leaking precum. Then, I hit that point that most people know, when you're trying to resist a temptation and you just say "fuck it!" I slowly spread my father's cheeks apart, and there it was: my father's butthole. Hairy, pink, puckering. Begging to be licked, tongued, fucked. I started to pant, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. Without a single touch, my cock exploded, shooting hot white cum all over the bed sheets. Unfortunately, this was accompanied by a poorly-stifled moan. While I panted and tried to catch my breath, my father's snoring stopped, and he stirred. My breath stopped, and I waited, guilt on my face, my father's ass in my hands, cum all over the sheets. About 20 full seconds went by before my father began softly snoring again, and I drew a breath of relief. I unhanded his ass, slipped off the bed, and grabbed his used towel to soak up my cum. After this, I fell into bed, turned so that my ass was acing my father, and fell asleep. This is my first story here on Nifty, and I hope you enjoyed it! There's definitely more to this particular story, so please let me know if you want a continuation. Send feedback to mbgboy89@gmail.com