Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2015 21:14:31 -0400
From: Mark G <mbgboy89@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: Riding in West Virginia

Riding in West Virginia Part 3

Note: This is a continuation of "Riding in West Virginia" so please read
the first two instalments first.

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	My father and I spent the next few hours traversing the trails we
had looked at earlier. Because we had ridden pretty hard that morning, we
decided to ride at a more leisurely pace, taking the time to enjoy being
out in nature. We come from a pretty small town, but there was nothing even
close to what we were riding through; it was absolutely gorgeous.

	I was glad that we were taking things a bit slower. When you're
hitting the throttle as hard as you can, all of your thoughts become
instinctual, focused on the ride, and you can't really think about anything
else. Most of the time this is an amazing feeling. Today, however, I wanted
to be alone with my thoughts. What had happened in the pond earlier today?
It seemed like a dream, but I was all too aware that it had actually
happened. My father and I had been naked and horsing around in the water. I
had been completely unsurprised by my own erection, as traitorous as it had
been. But my father had been sporting an equally strong hard-on, and I was
at a loss for what that meant. We had joked about it and laughed it off,
but I couldn't shake this weird feeling inside of me; as I've mentioned, my
father and I have been naked around one another so many times it's
impossible to count, and we've always been perfectly comfortable (save for
me having to hide my erections). Having watched my father undress many
times, I could say with certainty that I had never seen the man bone up
around me. Much less because of me! Was it simply the closeness between the
two of us that had caused it? The freeing feeling of swimming naked with
nobody else around? Or was there something more?

	It took us about 4 hours to ride through the trails we had planned
and get back to the truck. During that time, a few things happened. The
first was a wipeout my father had suffered as he was making his way over a
fallen log. Because of his vantage point, he hadn't seen the sudden dropoff
right afterwards, and was thrown off his bike into a boulder. It was
nothing too serious, and he was back on the bike in a matter of
minutes. The second was that I'd had a lot of time to think, and I had come
to a conclusion: I wanted to see what might happen between my father and I,
and I would do whatever I could to get this to happen. I didn't have a ton
of experience in this department, but I had a rough idea of what might help
me get what I wanted. It pretty much centered around nudity, alcohol, and
horsing around.

	We loaded up the bikes into the truck, and cracked a couple beers
that we'd packed in a cooler. We were once again pretty sweaty, even though
we'd been taking it easy; the riding required less effort on our part, but
that also meant less wind to cool us down. So we enjoyed our beers as we
began to strip down, and the routine was pretty much the same as this
afternoon; we drank, we had some beef jerky, we re-enacted our favourite
parts of the ride, and we laughed at our own and each others' wipeouts. My
father always says that it isn't a good ride until someone wipes out, and
we'd made sure to hit our quota.

	As we were discussing the ride, I casually brought up our stop at
the pond; I wanted to keep that at least somewhat on my father's mind.

	"That was such an amazing place to have lunch! It was beautiful and
relaxing, and the water was perfect!"

	"Fuck yeah it was! We may just have to stop there again
tomorrow. And hey," he said, laughing, "maybe you'll manage not to lose so
bad at wrestling with your old man!"

	"Oh, just you fuckin' wait!" I laughed back, throwing a light jab
at his shoulder. He immediately grimaced in pain, and it wasn't until I saw
his reaction that I recalled he had hit the rock when flying off his bike.

	"Oh shit, dad, sorry I completely forgot about your wipeout!"

	"Aah, don't worry about it, I've had worse," he said, clearly
trying to hide the pain he was still feeling. I grabbed a clean towel from
the back seat, wrapped up some ice, and had him take off his shoulder pads
and sweaty shirt. His shoulder and back looked a little swelled, but there
was hardly any bruising, which was good.

	"Even if it was nothing," I said, "let's not take any chances on
our first day here and spoil the rest of the week." I held the wrapped ice
to the back of his shoulder, and added some pressure. He grimaced at first,
but after a few seconds he sighed and visibly relaxed his tense
muscles. With his free hand, he grabbed his beer and took a big swig of
it. It wasn't until this point that I realized that my free hand was
resting on my father's chest; I had, without thinking, placed it there to
help me put some pressure on his shoulder. It had been an automatic,
totally innocent action.

	As I held the ice with one hand and my father's chest with the
other, he started rolling his shoulder just a little to help loosen it
up. However, an unintended consequence was that he was rhythmically flexing
his pec under my hand. Each time it rose and fell, I could feel my pinky
finger rubbing up against his nipple. And with each soft, barely noticeable
stroke, his nipple was getting harder and harder. This wasn't the only
thing getting harder; having my hand on my father's hairy barrel chest and
having a green light to "innocently" rub his nipple had sent a surge of
blood into my now throbbing cock. Thankfully, I still had my tight, padded
riding pants on, so they held everything in place without any obvious signs
of my erection.

	After a few more shoulder rolls, my father sighed again.

	"Thanks, Mark, that felt really great! I should be good to go now."
As he said this, he reached up and clapped me on the back with a grin.

	"No problem," I said, putting the ice back into the cooler. Whether
he had been referring to the ice or his nipple being stroked when he said
"that felt great," I was quite sure I had enjoyed it every bit as much as
he had.

	We got undressed without any other interruptions, and threw on some
fresh underwear, running shorts, and t-shirts. We were just heading back to
the cottage, so there was no need to dress up. We packed up our gear and
hit the road.

	Back at the cottage, we made short work of hanging up our gear, and
even shorter work of pouring ourselves a drink. We put on some music ("The
Sickness" album by Disturbed) and puttered around. By the time we got
around to thinking about showering, we were each three drinks in, so I was
sporting a nice little buzz.

	My dad asked if I wanted to shower first or second, and I said I'd
go first. As I went to grab my towel from my room, I remembered my plan
from this afternoon to see if I could provoke my father. My heart started
to quicken at the thought of trying to get my dad naked, or at least having
him see me naked, and my cock started to inflate. I decided this would be
step one.

	Without grabbing my towel, I walked into the bathroom, opened the
window and turned on the shower. I began to get undressed, without
bothering to close the door. Again, this was nothing out of the
ordinary. Once I was naked and the shower was nice and warm, I quickly
ducked out of the bathroom with my clothes, strutted to our room, and threw
them in the corner. My father was lying down on the bed, and he seemed
startled by my entrance; he'd heard the shower running and assumed I was
inside.

	`Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya!" I said, "just throwing my clothes
in here."

	As I spoke, I ever so slightly turned towards him, my cock just
about at his eye level. It was about 90% flaccid, just puffed up enough to
give it a little extra length, which I was grateful for. Almost
automatically, my father glanced down at my member, which was about three
feet from his face. I turned around towards the door, not wanting to look
like I was lingering on purpose.

	"No problem," my father said, "but hurry up, I could use a good
shower."

	As he spoke these words, he rolled over and gave me a slap on the
ass to emphasize his words. I chuckled and headed back to the washroom,
where my shower was waiting.

	A few minutes later, I turned off the water, and opened the
door. The bathroom mirror was directly facing me, and thanks to the open
window it hadn't fogged up, so I could see myself in all my glory. I stared
for a few seconds, my eyes travelling down my strong, hairy pecs, over my
tight abdomen, finally stopping at my cock. My chest and pubic hair was
matted down from the water, which somehow made it look even better than
usual. I was glad; I wanted to look my best if daddy was going to see me
naked. I chuckled internally at my use of the word daddy, which certainly
wouldn't have occurred, even in my mind, without the help of some liquor.

	"Shit," I said, loud enough for my dad to hear. "Dad, can you bring
me a towel? I forgot mine in the room!" I waited a few seconds before I
heard him walking towards the washroom, and I made a mental note to make
sure I was visible from the doorway in case he just threw me a towel.

	To my surprise, my father walked in holding two towels, completed
naked. I was taken aback by this, but not altogether stunned. However, my
reaction was pretty obvious to read, as my eyes had instinctively shot
towards the thick, hairy cock dangling between his powerful legs.

	"I guess you are in a hurry to shower!" I joked, trying to justify
my reaction. My father laughed as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a
towel. Rather than wrapping it around my waist, I started with my face and
hair, making sure to shake my body a bit as I dried off, just in case my
father hadn't seen my dick.

	"My turn!" my father said, turning on the water. And with that, he
jumped in the shower and began getting cleaned up.

	I went back to our shared room and finished drying off. I noticed
that my father's drink was empty; he must have finished it while I was in
the shower. I thought "what the hell, we're on vacation!" and decided to
make myself another drink. I grabbed my dad's glass too, figuring I might
as well save him a trip. I went to the kitchen to pour us a drink, when I
noticed the bottle on the counter. It was considerably lower, by at least
two drinks, then when I'd entered the shower.

      Apparently, my father intended to take advantage of his vacation time
as well, and had pounded back a few. This excited me even more; the thought
of my father and I hanging out for the evening, both drunk, thrilled me!
Now I should get something straight: normally I'm not the type of guy who
needs to or even wants to get his partners drunk so that he can have his
way with them. I'd never needed to resort to this, and I had a fairly low
opinion of people that did this in order to take advantage of others. But I
had a plan that I had already set in motion, and I was not about to
stop. If my father wanted to have a few more drinks then usual, who was I
to stop him?

      I poured us each a drink, making them both just a touch stronger than
usual, and headed back to the bedroom. There was a small table on either
side of the bed, so I set my father's down on his side. I set mine down in
my side, and got onto the bed. I thought about how I wanted him to walk in
on me for a few seconds, before getting up, grabbing the book I had
brought, and laying back down on my stomach. I propped myself on a pillow,
and flexed my ass a few times to make sure it was nice and firm. I heard
the water turn off, and quickly maneuvered myself on the bed. Essentially,
I was mimicking my father's position from the night before: left leg
straight, right leg bent at the hip and knee. I reach down to make sure my
balls were pushed out from under me and in plain sight, and then went back
to "reading" my book.

      My father walked in, completely naked, and saw me sprawled out on the
bed. He stopped for a second; I was pretending to focus on my book, so I
couldn't see his face, but I was pretty sure he was staring at my hairy
ass. He began moving again, circling the bed to his side. He stopped behind
the bed to thrown down his towel, and I could tell from his silence that he
was staring at my crotch, my hairy balls exposed, my ass cheeks pulled
gently apart to reveal my taint and asshole. My breathe started to quicken,
and I was pretty sure my face flushed. However, I didn't want to overstep
or be too obvious, so I tried to feign disinterested conversation.

      "Good shower?" I asked. It took him an extra second to respond.

      "Fuck yeah, that was exactly what I needed! How was yours?"

      "Glorious," I responded with a chuckle. "But my towel was still a bit
damp from this morning, so I figured I'd air dry for a few minutes."

      "I can see that," he chuckled, and I thought I could detect the
slightest hint ofÉ somethingÉ in his tone. I couldn't be sure if it
was excitement or from the drinks he'd had, but I didn't really care. I
kept pretending to read my book, leaving my father to do whatever he was
doing behind me.

      "Oh good," he said, offhandedly, "I thought I'd forgotten to pack the
nuts."

      "Oh, did you find them?" I asked. He didn't respond for a few
seconds, which gave me time to think about what he'd asked. Nuts? I
distinctly remember putting them on the counter the day before, what the
hell was he talking about?

      "Yeah," he said, walking towards me, "right here!" And with that, he
reached down and grabbed my balls, giving them a playful little squeeze. I
was so completely shocked, I couldn't stop the "what the fuck!" from flying
from my mouth. He let go of my ball sac immediately, and as I flipped over
on the bed, I could see the blood draining from his face. I must have still
been in shock, because from his expression as he watched my reaction, I
must have looked startled, or scared, or something.

      "Shit, IÉ I'mÉ I didn'tÉ" my father stammered, clearly
worried that he had somehow hurt or violated me. "I'm sorry, I thought it
would be funny, I didn't mean toÉ shitÉ I'm sorry." He continued to
stammer, and I continued to stare up at him.

      I'm not sure what came over me at that point. He was standing there
naked, dick flopping around, hands over his mouth like he'd just cursed the
pope, frightened, and waiting for my reaction. I feltÉ kind of powerful,
to be honest. Liberated, in a way. I grinned at my dad, fully aware that he
had woken something up inside of me. All bets were off at this point, and I
made my move.

      "You fucker!" I laughed, and I lunged towards him. This caught him by
surprise, as he had been thinking I was about to cry or yell or get angry
or something. But that wasn't happening. I was going to give him a taste of
his own medicine.

      I lunged towards him, put my shoulder against his abdomen, and pushed
up with my legs while grabbing his ass. My dad was a big guy, so it took
more effort than I was used to, but I was able to hoist him up onto my
shoulders like a sack of potatoes. With both arms I held onto his legs, and
his upper body was left dangling behind me. Because of his momentum, his
face actually slammed right into my ass for about half of a glorious second
before bouncing back.

      I feigned a war cry as I spun around and ran into the living room. I
didn't want to hurt my father, so I grabbed his legs in my left arm and
pulled them to my side. I got down on one knee, pulling my fathers legs a
bit more, and pushed my right shoulder forward. As my dad fell towards the
ground, I held his lower back and fell with him, effectively turning his
fall into a roll. Once he was on his back, he looked up at me, clearly
surprised I could lift and throw him with such apparent ease. Before he
could get his bearings, I jumped over his legs, straddling his abdomen, and
put my weight forward. I grabbed his wrists as I fell forward; this kept
his arms pinned to the ground with his hands above his head, effectively
rendering him helpless.

      He was still looking up at me in surprise, and I laughed to make sure
he knew I wasn't angry or actually attacking him.

      "Not so limber when you're not in the water, eh old man!" I taunted
him. He was still too stunned to move, so I starting taking note of our
contact. My cock was hanging onto his chest just below his pecs, my ass
cheeks pulled apart as I sat on his hairy stomach. Because of his momentum,
his dick had flopped up, and I could feel it just above my ass crack. I
reveled in the amazing feeling of being naked and straddling my father; it
was better than I could ever have imagined.

      As I sat there enjoying myself, my father finally seemed to come back
to himself. He looked up into my eyes, and grinned.

      "Think you've got me pinned, don't ya?" He taunted. "Guess again!"

      With that, he planted his feet, bucking his hips up and forward,
pushing my weight to the right. As he did this, he pulled my right arm
towards his chest, causing me to lose my support and roll over. As I did, I
clutched his trunk with my legs, pulling him on top of me with my
momentum. We were now essentially in the missionary position; as soon as I
realized this, my cock began to swell. I would have been worried of what my
father would think if I couldn't feel his erection pressing against my
ass. As he leaned forward, his cock rubbed against my hairy crack,
threatening to push in and meet my puckered asshole. That sent me over the
edge, and my dick pumped up to full mast.

      I was done toying around at this point; I'd been lusting after my
father for ages, and here we were, naked, sweaty, wrapped around one
another. Even for fathers and sons who were as open as us, this was new,
and not something that would happen simply because I had willed it to. Now
was my chance.

      "DadÉ. You love me, right?" I asked? As I did, I let all of the
tension go from my body, and relaxed into his warm, firm flesh.

      My question caught him off guard, and the grin left his face. He
looked down at me in genuine concern, and he visibly relaxed as well. Our
synchronized relaxation actually brought us closer together; his cock was
now pressing right against my rosebud.

      "Of course, Mark," he said, looking me right in the eye, "I love you
more than anything in the world."

      This was exactly what I was waiting to hear.

      "Then please," I said softly, "don't get mad at me for this, it's
just something that I absolutely have to do."

      Before he could say anything else, I grabbed the back of his head,
pulled it down towards mine, and began passionately kissing my father. I
was met with shock and surprise; my father tried to speak, but I took the
opening to shove my tongue into his mouth and kiss even harder. At first he
had tried to pull away, but I felt his resistance waning. Rather than
holding his face against mine to keep him from backing away, I simply
cupped both sides of his face, pouring all of my love and desire into this
intimate connection.

      My father responded to my touch, and soon I felt his tongue gingerly
entering my mouth, tentatively exploring this new sensation. We kissed for
what seemed like eternity, and with each passing moment, our embrace grew
more intense. Soon enough, we were feverishly devouring each other's
mouths, sucking one another's tongues, moaning almost savagely. I kept my
legs locked around my father's abdomen, but he seemed to melt into me,
pulling himself downwards, until our hairy stomachs and pecs were resting
against one another. This was the most perfect moment I had ever
experienced in my life; it was the physical manifestation of true love,
untainted by societal judgment or any sort of interference. In layman's
terms, it was fucking HOT!

      My hands moved from my fathers head, and began to explore his body. I
kneaded his muscled back, scratching it just a little, and soon my hands
were roaming downwards towards his beautiful ass. However, as they reached
his lower back, my father pulled away from our embrace, which prevented me
from reaching my destination. It also succeeded in dislodging his cock from
my ass cheeks, where it was immediately missed. He looked down at me, lust
in his eyes but concern on his face.

      "MarkÉ" he said, "I don't think this is something we can do. I
mean, I love you. I love you more than anything, and I can't say that I'm
not enjoying this. But you're my son. And as amazing as this feels, once
we're done we may not be able to go back to simply being father and
son. This would change our relationship forever."

      I could tell he was being honest, and that he wanted to continue but
was concerned about me and about our relationship. Unfortunately (or
perhaps fortunately), this fatherly concern was exactly the type of thing
that drove me insane with lust for him, and it only egged me on.

      "Dad, I fucking love you. I've wanted this for years, but I always
assumed it could never happen. I know this might change things, but I've
had what feels like a lifetime to think about it. And I want it. I want
you. I need you. This won't change how I feel about you; if anything, it'll
bring us closer together. But for right now, all I can think is `fuck the
consequences' because I need you so bad. Let's just have this. Please?
Please, dad?"

      He looked down at me, and his internal struggle was all too
visible. He wanted this almost as much as I did, but he seemed
scared. Which made sense; I mean, this was definitely new territory for
us. I didn't know what would happen any more than he did. Luckily, his lust
and curiosity took over.

      "Fuck it," he said. And with that, he dove back down on top of me,
kissing me with wild abandon.

End of Chapter 3

Stay tuned for the next chapter, hopefully coming soon. As always, any
feedback is greatly appreciated, I love hearing from guys who are as into
this kind of thing as I am!