Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 13:55:16 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Welcome To The Brotherhood 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/109513078519/ 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. 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Especially being invited to chill with the guys like this, relaxed and friendly and a million miles from the craziness of Rush Week. "So, Cody," Wyatt said. "There's just one more test for you before we welcome you to the brotherhood." He was a big, handsome, friendly dude, and had really taken me under his wing through the process. I saw the other brothers put down their game controllers and smile at me expectantly. "We're not like a lot of the other fraternities," he went on. "We don't go in for all that crazy pledging bullshit. But we take brotherhood seriously, and from all Jordan has told us about you, so do you. You're a good little bro." Jordan, sitting next to me, ruffled my hair jokingly, and we all laughed. "So, we have one last challenge for you," Wyatt continued. "A real show of how much you value your brother, and your future brothers. All you need to do is kiss your big bro. Not a little brotherly peck - a real kiss. With tongue, for two minutes." I gaped at them, sure they were joking, but they continued to smile expectantly at me - at me and Jordan. I looked at my big brother, and he was smiling too, giving me an it-is-what-it-is shrug. Fuck. I liked these guys, liked the vibe, the atmosphere, the house, the lifestyle. I really wanted this. And before I could second guess myself, I leaned into my big bro and kissed him. As his soft lips parted and he began to slip his warm, wet tongue into my mouth, I felt my cock harden in my underwear - a good kiss always did that for me - and I began to kiss him back, deeper, longer, wetter, matching his experienced, excellent technique with my own. Soon, we were moaning, pressing into each other, swapping brother spit and tongues and lost in it. I felt Jordan's warm hand on the back of my neck, the other one running up my thigh, pushing the leg of my cargo shorts up, and goddamn this felt good. Felt right. His scruffy beard against my smoother, younger skin, the warmth and moistness of his tongue as it met and danced with mine, the way his knee rubbed up over mine and against my inner thigh... I was leaking clear through my shorts by the time we came up for air. It had been five minutes. I'd more than passed this test. We both panted a little, chests heaving, a wicked grin on Jordy's face being met with one of my own as I wiped my mouth slowly. Fuck, he was cute, always had been, but I really saw it now. I looked over to the other brothers, and to a man, they were hard, grinning, rubbing bulges, nodding approvingly. "Well, I think it's safe to say that you're one of us," Wyatt said, and the big blond lacrosse jock moved easily over to my brother and me. Now, I felt Jordy's hand on the button of my shorts, undoing me, revealing the epic cock tent I was throwing as his other hand began tugging on my shirt. It just felt right to lean up and meet Wyatt's mouth in another kiss, as I felt my big bro ease me out of my clothes. By the time Wyatt broke it off, I was down to my underwear, and my brother was nearly naked beside me, moving his body against mine and searching for my mouth with his again. I met him halfway, willing and throbbing and eager, as Wyatt began to strip my boxer briefs from me. As I felt my big brother's now-naked, athletic body slide up against me real close, between my thighs, his ragingly hard cock grinding against mine as our tongues danced again, Wyatt whispered into my ear, "Welcome to the brotherhood, little bro."