Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 14:28:17 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: How Big Guys Sleep 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/109491504969/ 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 ***** "Hey, Scotty? Can I, uh... sleep with you?" I thought I was dreaming, at first, coming up from the depths of sleep. My body clock still wasn't right after the long flight home for winter break. Eventually I forced my eyes open in the gloom, and saw him standing by my bedside, just like he'd done all those times when he was a little kid, scared of the monsters in the dark or one of the epic thunderstorms we'd get sometimes. I looked at my clock, saw it was just past midnight, and frowned at him. "Dude," I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. "Aren't you a little old for that now?" He shrugged his shoulders, standing there in just his briefs, and for the first time, I really saw his body. He was growing up real fast now, the moonlight through the window playing over a tight, solid, athletic form. In spite of myself, I felt my cock stirring with interest inside my boxer briefs. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind as we looked at each other, and just like it always used to, the naked look of need in his eyes, the urge to be close to his big brother for comfort, melted my heart. I sighed, smiled, and peeled back the covers. The look of joy on his handsome face made me laugh as he slipped in with me, his warm, tight body snuggling up to mine, my arms slipping around him and squeezing. We contemplated each other for a few minutes, his head on the pillow beside mine. As he got comfortable nestled into my bigger, older body, I could feel my cock continuing to stir, showing more than just casual interest now. When he shifted his athletic thigh against mine and then between, tangling up with me like he'd always done, I know he felt my growing bulge, because his eyes widened and his leg froze in place... and then after a moment, continued its slow slide between my thighs, rubbing against the bulge. I swallowed hard, blushing, and looked away. The press of his lips to my shoulder brought me back, and there - I felt his own young bulge, throbbing into hardness just like me, pressing insistently into my hip. His arms tightened around me, pulling us closer together. "It's OK, Scotty," he said, and the moonlight caught the gleam of his teeth as he smiled at me. "It's nice." "Yeah, baby bro?" I whispered huskily, starting to stroke up and down his well-muscled back. He made a soft sound of pleasure, arching his back and pressing himself even more into me. Softly, our lips came together. Gentle, brotherly at first... then I slowly took it deeper. Even more brotherly. And the eager way he responded told me that yeah, it sure was OK. And more than nice. He beamed at me when we came up for air, throbbing against each other even more now. My fingertips trailed over the athletic curve of his teenage ass, and he almost purred. "You're a big guy now, huh little bro," I said quietly. He nodded, his hands doing their own slow exploration of my bigger, more muscled frame. "Well, you know how big guys sleep?" I went on, stroking his ass through the tight fabric of his briefs. He shook his head, and I plucked at his waistband. "You gotta lose the briefs, big guy," I grinned at him, and he eagerly complied. I followed suit swiftly, and when we came back together, tongues searching for each other, cocks throbbing hotly against each other's bare flesh, I showed him what else big guys did in bed.