Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 14:06:36 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: A Thousand Acres Greetings, dudes. Been stroking my dick to the amazing stories on Nifty since 1999, so I figured it was about time to do my part. I've been writing dirty family stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com – for a few months now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more there, too – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check it out. Hit the Story Time link at the top for more than 250 dirty tales, all by me, with the pics that inspired them. You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/109899402784/ This story is an original work of fiction, copyright me 2015. I own it, and all legal rights to it. If you're not of legal age in your jurisdiction to be reading it, do us both a favor and come back to it when you are. Love to hear from you guys. a4f101@yahoo.com. And hey – Nifty is an incredible, free resource. Changed my life, and probably did the same for you, this amazing treasure-trove of fantasies. If you can, please support them with a donation – even just a few bucks. Nobody pays for porn anymore, sure, and that's why we keep losing incredible resources like Handjobs Magazine. Don't let the Nifty Archive be another. Somewhere out there, a kid is just discovering this site. Having his world rocked, and his dick raised. You and me, we were kids like that, once. Let's keep it going, for them and for us. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ***** "Whew," he panted, leaning forward on his muscular thighs. "You got no idea how bad I missed that... missed you, bud." He looked up from under his hat, the only stitch of clothing he had left on, and smiled at me, big white teeth and those dazzling blue eyes. I was even more naked, but way out here, it didn't matter. We were 20 miles from the next closest human being, with nothing but cattle and corn between us and the next farmhouse. I grinned back at him, wiping the mix of spit, sweat and cum from the valley between my pecs, loving the way his eyes widened with horniness as I slurped the mixture up and swallowed it. We were country boys, farm kids, after all, and we'd been raised not to waste anything. "Missed the hell out of you too, big guy," I said as he reached out for me, pulling my equally big body to him, tilting his head back for another deep, slow, loving kiss. His tongue searched my mouth for the remnants of his enormous load, still thick, creamy and salty all over my tongue and teeth, and we spent a sweet, heated few minutes trading it back and forth, my hands kneading those big, work-thickened shoulders, his big rough paws rubbing my lats and the big rounded swell of my ass. His touch, his looks, his body, his passion for me always did the trick for me in seconds, and the steady, rapid rise of my cock all over again, up that sweaty, fur-lined valley between his beefy pecs, made him growl. I plucked the sweaty hat from his head and set it on top of my own as he leaned in, mouth wide to taste my cock, lavishing it with his big, wet tongue, scooping up the precum that had collected inside my foreskin before taking the blunt head in his mouth and slowly inching down my shaft. We'd had years of practice at this, had been sucking and exploring and doing everything two men can do together since we were in our teens, and nobody could ever treat me as right, make me feel as good as my big brother did. With his nose buried in the sweaty blond fur at the base of my thick cock, I rubbed my hands through the short hair on his head, fine and blond like cornsilk, and moaned his name with passion, with real love, as the big stud deep-throated me. After he'd sucked an epic load out of me, three days' worth of stored-up cum that I'd been saving for him, we kissed again, sharing my seed until there was nothing left, then walked together down the dirt path to the old swimming hole behind the farmhouse. When he took his hand in mine, our fingers lacing together easily as ever, I felt that familiar surge of love for him, a rush through my body that made my skin tingle all over, and made me wish I'd never left. That I didn't want more than these thousand acres of Iowa could offer. That I could give up my big-city job, my life up there in Chicago, and come back here to be with him. To farm and make love and be with this guy - be with my big brother. Be with my man. The water was cool on our heated, sweat-covered skin, and we swam and played like we'd been doing since we were little boys, only on a much more grown-up level now. Kissed like we did as teenagers, touched each other under the cool, deep water, embraced and made out passionately, making up for all the lost time. I got back as often as I could, whenever the concrete and glass and pollution and noise of the city got to me, but I craved those things, too. Loved the life up there, the energy, the variety. Down here, yeah, it was clean and quiet and peaceful, but after too long, the miles of empty vistas and the big skies overhead got to feeling oppressive, and I itched all over again for the buzz of life in the metropolis. But most of all, I came back for this. For him. For our brotherly lovemaking, here on the big old blanket under the shade of a tree beside the swimming hole. The way our big muscles connected, entwined, like our lips and tongues, as we murmured and moaned and throbbed together. It was immediately familiar, but always exciting, the taboo of being so close and intimate with your own flesh and blood. My big, blond, cornfed farmboy looks got me a lot of play in the city, but it never felt this good, this right, this deep. And every time I came back, and we fell into each other again, I felt it stronger than ever between us. Made it harder and harder to leave, even with the strong pull of my big, exciting life up there. He couldn't come with me, and I was pretty certain I couldn't stay here. But the deeper we connected, the longer we explored each other's bodies, the more intensely we made love, the harder it made it on me. I'd started picturing the life we could have together down here, farming and loving, being a couple, brothers and partners, and it was starting to tug at me. Make me reconsider. Wonder if I could find some way to have a piece of my big-city life, and yet be with the man I loved more than anything else. Fuck what the rest of the world might say - but then, we were literally miles away from the rest of the world anyway. In a world of our own. "What you thinking about, baby brother?" he murmured into my ear as we slowly ground our big, hard cocks together and traded deep, wet kisses. "You," I whispered back, kissing him slow and long again. "Us. This." "Yeah?" he smiled, and the hopeful gleam in his big blue eyes, the look on his face, tugged real hard at my heart. I knew when I left next week, he'd head back to the farmhouse to cry quietly for a few minutes, before heading back to the work waiting for him. And I'd pull my car over a couple miles down the long dirt road and sob out my own heartache, before resuming my long journey. But maybe it didn't have to always be like that. As if to force my mind to make a choice, he smiled lazily and rolled over, the big mounds of his muscular, amazing ass bulging beautifully as he arched his back. The blond-brown fur in the deep cleft drew me in, and he moaned and ground against the blanket as I lapped at his tight, hairy hole. Entered him with my tongue, my spit, my thick fingers, teasing him until he leaked a steady flow of precum, moaning out my name in that deep, drawling voice as I slid my big cock into him slow and tender. Our bodies rocked together in the shade, that familiar slow, masculine dance we'd done since we were 14 and 16, finding comfort in each other miles away from the world. And as I licked the sweat from between his shoulder blades, wrapped my strong arms around him, and fucked an epic load into and out of him, I knew once and for all, that I belonged back here. Back with my brother, my lover, my man.