Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 14:31:23 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: The Walk-and-Talk 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/109519212664/ 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 ***** We escaped our girlfriends and made our way down the beach, fresh beers in hand, talking dude stuff as we went, the kind of things we couldn't say around our girls. Man talk. Deep stuff. And the further we walked, the more we found ourselves alone out here, and the talk turned even deeper than that. If the girls knew just how close we were, how much history we had between us, how many searingly hot, secret things we'd done to one another over the years, we'd be dumped in a heartbeat. Right now, that didn't sound so unappealing at all, especially if it meant more time with my best bud in the world. Eventually, all the very hot talk got to us, hearing each other list out the fantasies we'd been having, the things we wanted to do, to each other, to other people, but especially to each other. Then he told me possibly the hottest thing I've ever heard him say, a lurid, incredibly sexy fantasy he'd had about me when I was 15, and I had to stop and pull my cock out. Otherwise, I was going to mess my shorts. When he saw my big, dripping, blond-haired cock, he grinned real big and chuckled sexily. "Fuck yeah, dude," he growled, pushing his shorts under his big muscled jock ass and joining me as we stroked lazily, watching each other, talking low and sexy and admiring each other's muscled-up young bods. The warm breeze, the rushing surf, the hot sun all just added to it, not to mention the kinkiness of stroking our cocks right out in the open like this. It was a lot like our old teenage days, only way better. I listened closely to him, feeling the sweat trickling through my buzzcut, as he talked about that early teen fantasy, and told me just what he did to himself, and how often, and how he still pictured every detail. How bad he wished he'd just worked up the courage and come for me back then, and showed me. "Fuck, man," I growled, stroking faster. "You should have. Would've loved it. Loved to have my own big bro do that shit to me then. Was already jacking my kid cock, picturing the same kind of things." My words just spurred him on, and I knew we were both about to blow. We pointed our big, hard brother cocks at each other, and kept talking, and I growled out my most secret fantasy about him and me, something that made me shoot every time I thought about it, something even more taboo than his, something I wished he'd done to me well before I was 15, and we just started to blow. Ribbons of hot, thick brother cum, exploding out of our cocks, onto the sand between us, dribbling onto our bare feet, blasting thick white bursts all over each other's bouncing, shooting dicks. Our shorts were soaked with each other's load, and when he scooped some of mine up and sucked it clean off his long fingers, I moaned out his name. And then, I grinned, a sudden weirdly hot idea in my head, and scooped up a thick wad of his cum... then drizzled it down into the neck of my beer bottle. As he watched, gaping, big muscled chest still heaving and shiny with sweat, I gulped his seed down with my beer, and gave him a satisfied smile. Let out a deep burp to cap it off. He looked over his shoulder to ensure we were alone all the way out here, then pulled me hard to him, kissing me with the same ferocious intensity as the first time, back when I turned 16. In the nearly ten years since, he'd gotten even better at it. Our cocks mashed together, half-hard and cum-soaked, inside each other's open shorts. When we finally parted, we were hard all over again, but another go-round would be pushing it. So, laughing, we waded into the warm ocean water, rinsing our shorts and cocks and stomachs clean of all evidence. Then, reluctantly, we headed back. I knew exactly what I'd be thinking about when I fucked Sarah tonight, and I was sure my big brother would be thinking exactly the same thing as he fucked Lainey in the room next door. We'd have to find more ways to get alone time on this trip, for sure.