Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 01:14:58 -0400
From: My Name <mbgboy89@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding in West Virginia 2

Riding in West Virginia Part 2

Note: This is a continuation of "Riding in West Virginia" so please read
that story first.

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	The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of
pans being moved around on the stove, and I couldn't help but smile. My dad
was always an early riser, and had a knack for bacon and eggs. I rolled
over and stretched, feeling incredibly relaxed and rejuvenated. I had had
such a good sleep, and had dreamt aboutÉ.

	"Oh shit!" I whispered. I could feel the bed sheets sticking to my
stomach where I'd laid down in the puddle of my own cum. Which I had shot
all over the bed while rubbing my father's ass. Which was the only thing
that had kept me from shoving my tongue into his hot, hairy asshole.

	"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." He had to know, he
had to have felt something. I had practically screamed during my orgasm,
and he had started for just a few seconds. Did he know what happened? Did
he fully wake up? Did he feel my hands on his ass? I had no idea how to
answer any of these questions, and I felt frozen in fear thinking about how
my dad would react.

	"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, how fucking stupid am I?!?"

	Just then, I heard the pans being set down, and footsteps towards
the bedroom door. Panicking, I quickly began rubbing my eyes and
stretching, pretending I was just waking up.

	"Morning!" my father shouted as he walked into the room. "Get the
hell up, sleepyhead!"

	"Morning," I mumbled, still pretending to have just woken up. I
looked over at him, and could see he was wearing only underwear and an
apron, a spatula in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. More
importantly, and seemingly impossibly, he had a childish grin on his face.

	"Come on, up an' at em," my dad said, taking a sip of his
coffee. He was clearly excited for the day, practically bouncing on the
balls of his feet and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm gonna finish up
breakfast, you get up and come eat! Oh and maybe throw on some undies,
that's a nasty bacon grease burn waiting to happen!" And with that, he
walked/pranced back to the kitchen. I was confused at first, until I
realized I was lying on top of the covers, my bare ass on full display. I
groaned in embarrassment, rolled my eyes, and pulled myself out of bed.

	I walked around to where our suitcases were, and bent down to grab
a pair of shorts.

	"Oh and one more thing," my dad said as he walked back into the
room, "what do you want to listen to?"

	I froze, fully aware that my hairy ass was again pointed right at
my father, my cheeks pulled ever so slightly apart due to my posture.
Fortunately, my bare bottom was a sight my father had seen countless
times. And more fortunately, my bent posture was helping to hide my morning
wood, which was something my father had yet to bear witness to.

	"I don't know," I said, "you pick!" I was still bent over rummaging
through my suitcase. I was probably imagining it, but my father seemed to
linger just a bit too long before turning and leaving. I shook it off,
figuring I was just making shit up to justify my actions the night
before. A few seconds later I could hear my father rifling through a
collection of CDs, trying to decide on the perfect breakfast music.

	I grabbed an old pair of gym shorts that I always wore while
bumming around the house, and stood up. It was then that I realized there
was a floor-length mirror right on front of the suitcases. My eyes widened
with the thought that perhaps my father had seen my throbbing cock despite
my bent-over stature. I thought about it for a second, then shrugged it
off. He's a guy, I thought, I'm sure he's had morning wood way more times
than I have! He gets it.

	Looking into the mirror, I was reminded of how much my father and I
looked alike. Like I mentioned before, one of my main interests in playing
sport was how it kept my body in shape, and I had to admit, it was paying
off. My pecs were well defined, which fit my broad shoulders and muscular
arms handsomely. I had a pretty trim midsection, but I was less concerned
with having 0% body fat than some men seem to be, and so I had a healthy
lining of insulation. After a workout, I loved the way that my stomach
would contour to the shape of my abs. Right now, having just gotten out of
bed, my stomach remained flat, save for the slight "V" contour of my hips
approaching my crotch. I loved the way my excessive chest and stomach hair
looked, and how it trailed down past my navel towards my pubes. These I
would occasionally trim, but never too short; I liked the look of my
bush. From what I had seen in the past, my father was the same; chances are
I probably like to look this way because it reminds me of my father. Even
our dicks looked the same; we both have cocks of average length, but they
were nice and thick, even while soft. I loved the way my cockhead would
rest against my hairy balls, which (like my father) were huge and covered
in course, dark brown hair. I stood there looking at myself for a few
moments, and thinking about my father's glorious ass. I turned around to
check my own ass out, and found that it, too, resembled his; a nice firm
bubble butt with a soft coat of hair all over and thick, coarse hair lining
my crack. I'm not super conceited, and in general don't flaunt my body or
anything, but I will admit that I have a nice ass. I gently pulled the
cheeks apart, gazing at my pink hole, which had it's own luscious coat of
hair. I don't know what it is, and I can't quite explain it, but there's
something about a hairy asshole that drives me crazy! I guess it's the
mixture of such a masculine trait in such a private, personal area of the
body. Whatever the cause, my cock began to grow just thinking about the
pleasure I had found I could have with my own hairy hole. I slowly reach my
middle finger towards my hole, planning on rubbing the delicious rosebud
until Ð

	"What the hell is taking so long?" My father yelled, pulling me
from my naughty reverie. I could hear the CD player retracting its disc
drive, and my father pressed play. I didn't recognize the song, and figured
he had put on some of his old favourites. I let go of my ass, threw my
shorts on, and ran out to the kitchen.

	My father had plated us both some bacon and eggs, and as I grabbed
some orange juice the toast popped up. My dad quickly buttered it, took off
his apron, and sat down. We were both just in shorts; it was fairly warm in
the cabin, even though it was early. Another trait that I take from my
father is a propensity to sweat. Whenever we ride, we have to take two or
three extra pairs of underwear because of the amount of dick and ass sweat
we both produce. And so, when the temperature gets hot, we wear as little
as possible around the house. It had always been this way, and we were
comfortable in just about anything around one another.

	We scarfed down our breakfast while looking over a map of the trail
system. We knew the routes pretty well from having been there several
times, but we liked to have a plan for the day. We made a note of a group
of trails that we'd check out, and then we started cleaning up from our
meal. Once that was done, I went to have a shower while my father began
throwing together some food to take with us for lunch.

	"Hurry up with your shower, I want to be out of here in ten. That
means no jerking off!" My father chuckled, clearly convinced I was
embarrassed.

      "What the hell, dad, this is supposed to be a vacation!" I yelled
back, stomping my feet with feigned exasperation, and we both laughed. I
headed into the bedroom, threw my shorts in the corner, grabbed a towel and
went to perform my morning ablutions. Having pumped out about a cup's worth
of semen the night before, I felt no need to jerk off.

	Fifteen minutes later, we were hopping into the truck, bikes in the
trailer, and on our way to the trailhead.  Once there, we got all of our
gear on, filled up our camel packs with water and ice, and warmed up the
bikes. We were on one of my favourite trails this morning: it would take us
through the forest, down into ravines and up over mountains, and had the
perfect combination of easy, beautiful trails and tough, rocky hills to
climb up and down. With the trails we had marked, we'd be out riding for a
solid 8 hours, with a quick break for lunch.

	The morning flew by in what felt like minutes. We were riding at
our usual pace, which was quick but not breakneck, and a look down at the
odometer informed me that we had ridden 55km worth of trails. Luckily, we
had only spotted a single other rider during the 3 hours we were riding,
which meant we had the mountain basically to ourselves!

	We stopped for lunch near a little pond just to the side of the
trail. There were several fallen trees, which would make perfect
benches. We got off our bikes, and began taking off our gear. My father was
again sporting his childlike grin from ear to ear, and I was sure my
expression wasn't much different. As we took off our gear, we realized for
the first time how hot it was; when you're flying down the trail with
vented gear on, you don't overheat much. But once we were stopped, it was
clear that we'd either have to strip down to our undies or ride around for
a few hours in sweat-soaked equipment. It wasn't a tough decision, and
about 2 minutes later we were each straddling a log, water bottle in one
hand and a sandwich in the other. We talked about our favourite sections of
trails, and as we got more and more into it we would get up and imitate
what we had done with a full blow-by-blow commentary on what we were
thinking. It might not seem super entertaining, but when you have to
scramble over a fallen log and then slide into a hairpin turn to avoid
riding off the trail and falling down an 80-foot dropoff, it gets pretty
intense, and our reenactments were appropriately dramatic.

	We finished our lunch and chugged back our waters. All of a sudden,
my dad jumped up from the log, yanked off his underwear, and shouted "last
one in's a rotten egg!" and with that, he ran and jumped into the
pond. Unfortunately, he had provided me with almost a second to stare at
his thick, hairy cock as it flopped around, and my own dick had immediately
sprung to life. Add to that the view of my father's ass running towards the
pond, and his naked form frolicking in the crystal clear water, laughing
and splashing around, and my dick was rock hard.

	Great, I thought, how the hell am I supposed to hide this? As my
father swam around, I studied the area surrounding the pond. Off to the
right, there was a slight hill with a rock jutting out over the water. I
figured this would be my best chance to get in the water without my
erection being too obvious.

	"What the hell are ya waiting for, get in!" My father yelled over
to me.

	I straightened up, craning my neck, pretending to be looking at
something behind my father.

	"I think there's something in the water behind you, what the hell
is it?"

	My father turned around to look, and I took my chance. I jumped up,
yanking down my underwear as I ran up the hill and launched off the rock.

	"CANNONBAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!" I splashed into the water about ten feet
from my father, and when I resurfaced he was swimming towards me, laughing
and splashing. I could just barely touch the bottom of the pond, which was
a soft, sandy surface.

	"I'll get you for that!" And with those words, the fight began. My
father, who had been a lifeguard in his youth, had the clear advantage in
the water. We circled each other, occasionally lunging in with a splash, or
grabbing one another around the mid-section and trying to throw the other
down into the water. The game seemed innocent enough, but it made it quite
difficult to hide my erection. While I was trying to swim away, my father
took the opportunity to reach under my legs with one arm, circle a leg just
under my crotch, and he pushed off the bottom of the pond to flip me
upside-down into the water. He must have kicked off pretty hard, because he
flipped me high enough that my waist breached the surface. Between his arm
brushing up against my balls and my cock, and the two being raised above
the surface of the water in clear sight, there was no way my father wasn't
painfully aware of my erection. I internally groaned as I fell face-first
into the water, my father's grasp of around my legs loosening to let me
plummet downwards unimpeded.

	I spun around in the water trying to get my bearings, and there it
was: my father's cock, sporting an equally strong erection, rolling gently
with the flow of the water. I was as surprised as I was aroused. What did
this mean? As I studied it, I realized that my father had the most
beautiful cock I'd ever seen. Like mine, it was about 7 inches erect, but
his was definitely thicker. While I just able to fully encircle my own
hard-on with one hand, there was no way I'd be able to do the same to my
father. The thought of trying sent an unneeded surge of blood into my own
cock, swelling it further.

	I must have stayed under the water, staring, for a bit too long. My
father stopped kicking, and let his body fall down into the water so that
we were at the same level.  We stared at each other for a second, before he
looked down at my swollen cock. I quickly tried to hide it, but it was no
use. He let out a stream of bubbles as he laughed and pointed at it, amused
by my embarrassment. I let out a pained laugh as well, shoving him in the
shoulder and moving my eyes pointedly from his eyes down to his own
erection and back. He looked down at his cock, back up at me, and we both
laughed. By this point, we were both in pretty desperate need of oxygen, so
we pushed ourselves above the surface. My father splashed me in the face.

	"Nice woody, looks like you take after your old man after all!" He
laughed.

	"Look who's talking," I answered back, "glad to see I'll be able to
get hard once I reach your advanced age!"

	"Touche," he said with a grin, "I'm just surprised you can even get
an erection considering the amount of cum on the sheets this morning!"

	I froze, at a loss for words. Shit, he knows! He fucking knows!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! He burst out laughing at my
bewildered expression, and splashed me again.

	"Don't worry about it, I remember being a teenager, which wasn't
all that long ago, smartass! We had a long drive yesterday, and you were
pounding back those ryes pretty hard! I can't blame you for being a guy."

	I didn't know what to say, but my mouth was trying to utter
something, opening and closing without any sound like a floundering
fish. To my relief and chagrin, my father laughed again.

	"Mark, I get it! I jerk off all the time too! But maybe be a bit
more considerate next time. If you need the bedroom, just let me know. Or
use the bathroom. Fuck, jerk off in the living room for all I care, god
knows I have! But maybe hold off doing it while I'm sleeping next to
you. Or at least wake me up so I can join!" He said the last part with a
wink, and my eyes must have just about popped out of my skull. This seemed
to be the reaction he was hoping for, and he burst into hysterical
laughter.

	"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he said, "I just wanted to see how
you'd react!"

	After a few seconds, I laughed. To be honest, I was mostly relieved
that he thought I'd simply jerked off, and didn't seem to realize what had
actually happened, or how close we had come to him waking up with my tongue
in his ass.

	"You fucker," I laughed, splashing him directly in the face. As he
laughed and wiped the water out of his eyes, I swam towards shore. Luckily,
my bewilderment had resulted in the deflation of my cock, so I was able to
walk upright out of the water to grab a towel. My father followed shortly
after, his own member equally flaccid but gorgeous nonetheless. We hadn't
planned on going for a swim, so all we had were hand towels. As a result,
we ended up just drying our asses and groins, putting on our underwear, and
lying down on the rock I had leapt from to dry in the sun.

	While we were laying there drying off, my father turned towards me.

	"Listen Mark, I don't want you to think I'm upset with you or
anything, I was just joking earlier. And if there's anything you ever need
to talk to me about, you know I'm here for ya buddy, right?"

	I looked over at him, marveling at the sight of his hairy barrel
chest glistening in the sun. He had his arms raised so that his head was
resting on his palms, providing me with a great view of his perfectly hairy
armpit. I looked up at his face to judge whether or not he was
joking. Looking into his baby blue eyes, I saw only love and concern, so I
decided not to answer back with sarcasm.

	"I know," I said, "you've always been there to talk to. And I'm
sorry about last night, I'll try to control myself a bit better."

	"Don't worry about it," my father answered back, a beautiful smile
on his lips. "I'm sure you'd be shocked and awed at some of the stories I
could tell you about getting caught red-handed by your
grandfather. Literally," he laughed, and I did the same. With that, he
turned back to face the sun, closed his eyes, and bathed in the warm
light. I made a mental note to ask about these stories later on, after we'd
had a few drinks to loosen his tongue.

	After about ten minutes, we were sufficiently dry, and began to get
our gear back on. We quickly went over the trails we would hit, and soon
enough, we were back on our bikes, riding away from the lust-filled pond.


End of Chapter Two

***Thanks for reading the second installment of the story! Just wanted to
give a brief head's up that part 3 is on the way, and will involve less
character development and a lot more action! And if you have any response,
if you love it or hate it so far, or have some fun stories of your own,
shoot me a message at mbgboy89@gmail.com I appreciate any feedback and love
a good story! Happy reading!***