Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2015 12:16:34 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: The Boys On The Boat 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/109844005399/ 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 ***** They say the two happiest days in a boat owner's life are the day he gets it, and the day he sells it. Well, I don't know about all that, because I was thoroughly enjoying mine, almost as much as my boy Bailey was. It's not like we suddenly started spending more time together just because I happened to have this big pleasure craft at my disposal - my boy and I were already plenty close, and having the boat just gave us an extra place to go spend quality time together. Mostly, quality time fucking each other's brains out below deck with the boat anchored out in the bay, or if the coast was clear, so to speak, a long, slow, sweaty dad-son session sprawled out together on deck, the sun making us sweat even harder, the waves rocking the boat as we rocked it right back, our strong, tanned naked bodies grinding slow and deep, then hard and fast, taking turns fucking loads out of each other that shot thick, creamy and white across the polished wood of the deck. I don't know if that was damaging the finish, but it sure was fun to watch my big, muscular fratboy son on his hands and knees, buck-ass naked and covered with sweat, grinning up at me as he licked our cum off the deck, before we plunged into the sea to refresh ourselves for the next round. Of course, I didn't buy this puppy just to have another venue to pursue my incestuous affair with Bailey. I was more than happy to take him and his buds out on the water to drink and fish and chill, enjoying the energy and the vibe of being around young, strong men, and not incidentally enjoying the sight of all that muscled young college boy flesh too. Something about the way board shorts clung to a young man's perfectly shaped ass always got to me, and I had plenty of opportunities down here in Florida to enjoy that particular view. Bailey didn't extend the invitation to just anyone, and there were rarely if ever any girls invited aboard. Mike and Charlie were frequent guests, the guys he considered his best friends, ever since middle school. Mike was the blondish, boy-next-door type, but with an absolutely rocking young body from a high school wrestling career and hours in the campus gym. Charlie, on the other hand, was a hot fucking kid from head to toe, a handsome, buzzcut baseball jock. And then there was Bailey, the apple of my eye, lately sporting a scruff of reddish brown beard that gave his all-American jockboy good looks a manlier dimension. The three of them were tight, and last week, sipping on beers as we rested up from a solid hour of sweaty, dad-son sex above deck in a quiet inlet, I finally teased it out of him - the three of them were fooling around. Had been since high school, but much more often now, and with more skill and passion. My kid told me they had me to thank for that, what with all the in-depth training he and I had been doing together for the past four or five years. At first, I was concerned that he might have let something slip to them about him and me, but he hastily assured me that our secret father-son relationship was just that - a secret. But then he ran his big young hand up the sweaty fur of my stomach, rubbing between my pecs, getting that look on his face, the smile that meant he was going to ask me for something. Maybe sometime he could invite his buds on one of our special pleasure cruises? I'm not made of stone, and my cock began to throb its way upright again, even though I'd just shot a pretty spectacular load up my boy's juicy, muscular ass. I thought about it for a minute, Bailey's hand rubbing with sensual, practiced ease over my ex-jock muscles, his lips planting little kisses in the sweat on my pec, looking up at me all the while with those sparkling blue eyes that could get me to do anything for him. It was those eyes that had led me to let him suck my cock for the first time, led me to fuck his tight baseball catcher ass his junior year of high school. And now, those eyes and his hand and the wild thoughts of sweaty, jockboy threeway sex right here on the deck where I'd just bred the shit out of my studly son led me to say yes. A very eager yes. Mike and Charlie were all smiles when they climbed aboard the next Saturday morning, each with a cooler of beer in hand. I thought I detected a subtle difference in the way they looked at me, but Bailey had told me the two of them had had a bit of a crush on me for quite awhile now - I guess I was something of a substitute dad figure for the two of them, and judging by the recording Bailey had made of some hot, intense mid-fuck dirty talk between the three of them one day, they were very down with the idea of dads and sons being close. Close like me and my boy were. Beer caps were popped, T-shirts shed, and the three sprawled out on the comfy bench behind me, watching me pilot the boat out into quieter, deeper waters. I kept an eye on them, noting the way their knees brushed together, the deep, easy smiles and looks between them, the slow-building physicality between three handsome young men who were very at ease with each other's bodies. And then, as I powered the big twin Mercury outboards down, Bailey turned his ballcap around, slipped his arm around Charlie's muscled back, and brought his buddy in for a deep, slow, searingly erotic buddy kiss. Mike grinned, leaning in, rubbing my boy's muscular thigh, and got his turn as well. I leaned back in my seat, just watching, enjoying the show as these three prime specimens of young all-American fineness came together in a three-way kiss, something I'd only ever seen in porn. Three hard young cocks bulged proudly in their board shorts as they traded and shared tongues and spit, moaning, rubbing each other, deep soft manly grunts of endearment between the best-friend fuckbuds. I watched them with a big, proud bulge of my own, sipping a beer and enjoying this dynamite show, until Bailey broke off, leaving Mike and Charlie to make out intensely as my son came to me. I admit, I was suddenly a little nervous to show just how close my boy and I were, but when my big stud kid leaned in and kissed me, deep, long, I pulled him between my thick thighs and showed his buddies what real dad-son closeness is all about. From their sudden moans, I could tell they were into it, and when I looked over my boy's broad shoulder, I saw them staring, open-mouthed with lust, palming their great big bulges. "You wanna, uh, come and play with us, Mr. Morton?" Charlie asked, as Mike opened his shorts to reveal a chunky seven-inch cock with his trademark shit-eating grin. Bailey pulled me to my feet, and I went willingly to the young men. "Bet your fine jock asses I do," I grinned. "But enough of this `Mr. Morton' shit - call me Dad, boys." The three of them laughed and fell upon me.