Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 14:11:48 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Fur 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/109495557944/ 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 ***** It seemed like one day, he was just a big, athletic kid starting puberty, and then almost overnight, he started sprouting that thick, dark fur all over his legs. I sometimes caught him admiring himself, stroking the new fur, smiling proudly as he felt himself becoming a man. We were sprawled out on the sofa one night, him in shorts, big muscular legs spread casually as ever. I kept glancing between the TV and those crisp, dark curls of hair. I felt a strong sense of paternal pride, seeing my young boy no longer on the cusp of manhood, but plunging headlong into it. And maybe it was because I'd had one beer too many, but I felt the urge to say something. "Damn, buddy, you're really starting to fur up," I grinned at him. He looked surprised, then slowly grinned with me. Together, we looked down at the hair on his thigh, and he gave a subtle flex. Big, strong young footballer quads, bulging proud and looking even better now with their fresh coat of manly young fur. Goddamn, the kid was going to be the spitting image of me. I loved it. When my thick fingers found their way over to his leg, stroking through the dark curls, we both forgot all about the TV. His breathing hitched a little, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he sprawled out more, spreading his strong thighs wider, letting me touch the hair. Touch him. Just slow, quietly exploring the fur, appreciating it, enjoying it, together. It was kind of a surprise, but then kind of not, when I saw the epic teenage cockbulge he was sporting, throbbing hard through the thin shorts. He saw me notice it, and looked so ashamed when our eyes met, I had to smile. With my other hand, I ruffled his short, thick dark hair. The hair on his head and on his leg. "It's cool, kiddo," I murmured warmly. "Best part of being a man... besides the fur." He let out a low moan, lusty, and my own big cock jumped up into hardness straight away. "Go take care of that big ol' thing," I grinned at him, and he smiled back at the compliment. I looked at his big strong body with new eyes as he slowly stood, heading for the bathroom, giving me a shy, but excited grin over his shoulder as he went. Like we had reached a new level, a new understanding. We both knew he was about to go rub out a great big load, and we were both proud as fuck. We bonded a whole lot more closely after that. Me exploring his ever-thickening fur became like a routine, and he no longer felt the need to excuse himself to take care of his young, manly needs. He'd haul his big dick out and stroke it while I stroked his hairs, and that evolved into me talking all about how manly he was, kind of worshiping him in a way, and after a few sessions like that, he started telling me to go ahead and take care of my cock too, which became an even better routine. I don't know, maybe all the close attention and release he was getting at home kept him on the straight and narrow through those turbulent high school years. But he had a high GPA, a scholarship lined up at an SEC football powerhouse after the summer, and he was all man now. My big young man, and we were closer and tighter than ever. Now, I watched as he slowly undressed for me in my bedroom, down to his green boxer briefs. He grinned over his shoulder at me, then bent over, his big muscular beefy ass bulging beautifully as he stripped the shorts down those powerful, furry thighs. The patch of fur in the small of his back... shit, the night we had when that came in a couple years back, I still shot buckets reliving it. My mouth literally watered at the sight of him, flexing his thick thighs and glutes for me, before turning around to show off the beefy thickness of his chest, a coat of rich, dark fur all over it. My fingertips and my lips practically itched to get into it. When he put his arms up behind his head and showed the sweat-damp fur deep in his pits, I moaned. "Yeah, Dad," he said with that deep, manly, husky voice, smiling as his big cock arced up at me. "Check out how furry I am. Just like you. Just for you." I came at him, and on him, and in him, hard. Again and again.