Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 21:35:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aden Reynolds <radeneynolds@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: A Bike Built For Two

My dad has in the last few years gotten a motorcycle and to be honest it
has awoken in me amongst other things a desire to ride around with
him. Originally I planned to get my licence at the same time and then we
had excuses to go off together to go and 'practice'. It is at this point in
my story I need to explain the back ground. I'm gay, I'm open about it but
not flamboyant about it. My dad has always been a crazy sexy fantasy of
mine, and I'd always hoped to one day make it a reality, if only for one
mind-blowing session. To be honest I'd grown up thinking my dad is pretty
straight laced, but over the years I know he is more open-minded and I'm
hoping a hell of a lot more kinkier. He keeps suggesting I take a ride with
him and to think all it could take to turn a fantasy into a reality is a
helmet. So it is here that I leave the reality and tell you of my
fantasy....

Saturday night slowly turns into Sunday as I watch the digital clock tick
over toward Sunday, knowing that Sunday may be the day it happens. As I
stare as the digits I start to wander off into my fantasy, still not sure
if I'm awake or asleep, all I know is I'm happy thinking about what might
be. I was awoken by my partner making breakfast, by this time I realised
I've done it, I've made it through the night, as really in my mind I'd
built this day up to be like Christmas, and the nervous excitement didn't
keep me awake... much. I can already feel it growing in my pants the
thoughts of what today might bring. My dad had asked me to go riding with
him, something I'd been looking forward to for a while. I also knew like
other failed attempts at seduction, this may end up being a quick jaunt
around the block and then home to watch some sport. But still, I longed for
another opportunity. I was brought back to the now when I heard my
partner's keys jingling in the door lock, now confirming his absence.

I arrived at my parent's house about 2 hours later, hair perfect, clean
shaven and smelling like some cheap male hooker, not that I expected my dad
to notice. As I stated before I had also resigned myself into what today
was likely to be like and more likely it will end with me using toilet
paper to clean up my toilet back home, after a few quick tugs at what could
have been. I was greeted by my dad as he was washing the bike when I
arrived. Surprisingly, he was quick to state that mum was out at a jewelry
party. I thought it weird on a Sunday morning but I wasn't about to pass up
an opportunity like this.

My dad was actually pretty quick to get to get the bike clean, dry and
ready to take out. He hopped on top of it and for a moment I thought that
image alone would be all I needed, but somehow I managed to 'contain'
myself. The next part was slightly awkward as my dad was never really a
touch-feely type of guy, well he wasn't when I was a child growing up, that
was for sure so I really didn't know about the proximity of where I should
sit. I originally started right at the back pressed up against the metal
bar, but thanks to gravity I did slide forward a bit. The next part was
even more awkward than the earlier as there was now the option of a full on
hug for safety or to hold onto something metal on the bike. To play it safe
I chose the hug, well sort of I was only holding onto his jacket on the
sides. To my joyous surprise my dad says to me while pulling my hands
forward 'you'll need something more stable if you want to stay on'. So just
as we were taking off I realised I was basically pressed against my dad
with my hands inches from his crotch, maybe it was Christmas after all?

We hadn't been riding long when we approached a train crossing, I intended
on being a little sneaky here and decided that as we crossed it in the
commotion I'd rub my thumb against his cock just for a second. as we got
nearer my nervousness was enough to make me faint but I knew another
opportunity like this may not present itself again, so I went for it. At
first I had gain my balance as I knew that the equilibrium will be off
kilter for a second and I tried to get myself in preparation for this so I
didn't fall off. As we hit the first rail I felt the bike jolt and to be
honest I was momentarily concerned I was going to fall off but soon n
realised my preparation had come in handy. As we hit the next few I again
let gravity, my friend take control and let my hand slide a little, until I
rubbed what felt like the head. as we were coming off the last rail I was
quick to replace my hand in its original position. Something about that
experience though was whirling in my mind, was my dad hard?

I thought about this question for the next few minutes, paying no attention
to the road, all the while congratulating myself on my convert grope
operation. I was so busy thinking about it and my findings I forgot my own
reaction, I was hard as a rock. And now another thought entered my head,
can my dad feel it and can I blame the vibrations or the excitement if need
be? I soon got my answer. As we came to a stop at some following traffic
lights my dad put his hand on mine, at first it was more of a reassuring
thing, like a friendly pat, but then I also felt something else a gentle
touch, a sensual touch, something I hadn't ever felt before from this
man. As the light turned green my dad took my right hand and placed it just
above his crotch, I knew that at that speed other cars could see so while
it looked innocent I was starting to think the green traffic light wasn't
the only thing saying to proceed.

I kept my hand exactly where he'd placed it for about three minutes, still
not entirely sure what to make of what was happening. I was so worried that
if I misread the signs that the relationship we'd built over the years
would be shattered. My desire for this fantasy was too overwhelming and I
soon started to rub, what I was now certain was my dad's hard head. Even
through his jeans I could feel it throbbing. Knowing now I was basically
driving around 60ks an hour touching my dad's dick I was literally in
ecstasy. Knowing also I was greedy and knowing also that this may never
happen again I was certain to go further. When we came to the next set of
traffic lights amongst moving my hand momentarily to higher ground, I told
my dad to go to a known place, the yard where he's learn to ride, for I
knew that this was a known toilet block for gay sex.

As we pulled up neither of us said anything, more so I believe for safety
reasons than awkwardness we made our way into the toilet block. I was
actually surprisingly calm and controlled as my dad lead me into the last
stall and locked the door. In this moment I wanted to do so many things
with him but the one that overrode them all was kiss. We kissed so
passionately and I felt his tongue lashing against mine and I held his head
as I was slowly fading into the fantasy. Soon the kissing turned more
sexual than sensual and my hands were down his pants feeling how absolutely
huge his cock actually as. I managed to pull away from the kiss long enough
to get down to put that huge piece of meat in my mouth. I was still
surprisingly paranoid about security so I pushed him into the back of the
wall, giving me room to kneel without my feet poking out while I happily
bobbed up and down occasionally testing my gag reflex.

My dad tapped me on the shoulder and I came up to be greeted with other
aroused and sexually charged kiss. My dad then undone my button and fly and
saw that my jocks with soaked with precum. He quickly pulled them down and
then bent down to taste his son. He was down there licking every bit, even
between the opening, making sure not to miss a bit of the sweet precum
juice he was helping me make for him. I then signaled for him to come up
and stand on the toilet. As he did I resisted the urged to take his now
massively hard cock in my mouth and turned him around. There I went to
licking his sweet hole. I was poking it and teasing it with my tongue
making it want more and more. I spat in there then followed it up with a
finger, I knew he was enjoying it as even though we were both conscious of
our surrounding, he did let out a groan of enjoyment.

He hopped down, being ever so careful not to slip, and then kissed me but
stopped. He then got me to lick his finger and as I was pushing that digit
in and out my mouth I was holding on hick cock, realising the special
moment I was having. He took his finger out my mouth and while kissing me
was fingering me between my legs. This time it was I that could not contain
my excitement and I too groaned, unaware or even caring less about any
spectators. My dad soon made the finger two fingers and was really
spreading my hole open, really preparing myself for him. After about five
minutes he took a seat of the toilet, and I could see his cock in all its
glory ready to enter me. I slowly maneuvered myself onto it, and even
though my dad had tried to prepare me for its size, it still made me wince
a bit as it slowly went in. Due to its size, I had to wait a minute while I
relaxed and tried not to cum thinking about the fact my dad was inside
me. He was surprisingly understanding and just held me while we waited.

I felt his cock enter the last muscle and I was ready. I tried so hard not
to groan but the moment and his cock were both too big for me and while it
was against my every whim to throw caution to wind I was bobbing up and
down on my dad's cock, groaning in ecstacy. My dad ever so vigilant about
not getting caught put his hand around my mouth. Not that I thought that I
was into that sort of things but somehow it made the sex even hotter and I
started to respond even more to his thrusts. I could tell by his movements
and the slight noise he was making that he too was close. As I wanted to
give my dad the best orgasm he had ever had I turned my head sideways and
he started to kiss me wildly and crazily. With my spare left hand I reached
between his legs and started playing with the outside of his hole. It was
still surprisingly wet from before so I stuck my finger in and felt him
jolt with excitement. I could now feel him three ways, inside me, against
my finger in his arse and in his wild and crazy kisses. He was now getting
faster as I too was fingering him faster and faster, until he groaned in my
mouth and I pulled my finger out and then I felt a hot wet stream of his
cum inside me, filling me and owning me.

He stayed in this position for a while, and to my surprise I expected him
to get up and act as if the last hour hadn't happened. Instead he reached
forward and felt my rock hard cock and was pulling my so hard, all the
while holding his hand over my mouth. I came instantly as this was
literally a fantasy coming true and to be honest I was impressed I'd lasted
this long. About 3 minutes after I'd cum, my dad suggested we clean up and
head home. As we were aware of our surroundings we didn't stay too long
there to clean up as we expected to have a shower back at his house. As we
approached the house we realised my mother had returned, thinking quick I
spilt oil all over his hands and smeared some on his neck, giving him an
opportunity to have a shower. As he walked inside I could hear my mother's
voice, not feeling bad about what we'd just done but seeing her today was
not something I wanted to do. I quickly got back in my car when my dad ran
back outside and told me how close he felt, and how special our new bond
was, knowing my mother was in earshot by now I just winked and thanked dad
for the ride.