Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 22:00:40 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Giving Up Control 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/ 109308054904/ 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 ***** Usually, I was the one in control. I had a bit of a rep for being a damn good fuck, if I do say so myself, one I'd honed since I'd got my first taste of pussy at 15. I know, I know, every dude will say this, but I truly believe I was born to fuck. And when I got to college, I discovered that the occasional buddy blowjob I'd swapped and enjoyed my last couple years of high school were just the tip of that particular iceberg, and there was a whole other world of sexual pleasure to discover and explore. And explore it I did. Soon, I found that my ratio of pussy to dude ass had reversed, and I was fucking a lot more muscled butt than I was girls. Hey, it was just fine by me. Pete also had a reputation, one that I continually heard about even though he'd been two years ahead of me at our school. I'll admit, it was fun to swap stories about our various sexual adventures with him, though neither of us had ever said a word about dude stuff. But I just knew that if I was into it, then he must be too. We were both home from our respective schools over winter break, and Pete had brought back like an ounce of pretty amazing bud he'd scored up there. So the first chance we had, our parents at work all day, we had a little wake and bake, fired up the PS4 and chilled together. Bro time. Nothing better... well, if you don't count sinking your cock into a hot, tight, willing hole underneath you, that is. But I figured I'd work the contacts in my phone for that, and... catch up with some old friends later in the day. Bro talk inevitably led to story-sharing about our various conquests, and when my deep high caused me to slip and tell him about the two lacrosse bros I'd nailed together in their dorm room right in the middle of finals, I thought I'd fucked it all up. But the slow, wide grin he gave me, the way he looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time, gave me a bit of a chill... a tingle inside. Yeah, weed always got me horny, but this was more than that. And I could see from the great big growing shape in his sweats that he was feeling the vibe too. So yeah, like I said, I was used to being the one in control. I was nervous as hell about the whole idea of being fucked, I'd never had more than a finger or two and once or twice, a very eager tongue up there. I was cherry in that last sense of the word. But Pete's warm, soft, moist lips on my neck, the graze of his manly five-day winter beard on my cheek, his skilled hands exploring my tight bod as he stripped me easily out of my clothes... god damn. I gave it up to him - gave up control, and gave up my ass, and he took both willingly, expertly. It took some time, sure, Pete's thick, skilled tongue working my mouth over for a solid 20 minutes while his fingers teased and tested my tight hole. Then even more of his skilled deep kissing, only this time, it was my ass. My lightly haired, about-to-be-ex-cherry ass, and I'd never been harder, or wetter, leaking a continuous stream of thick precum all over the sofa as I moaned incoherently. He knew how to do this even better than I did, and had me ride him for my first time. I'll never forget the feeling of his big seven-inch dick sliding slowly, almost tenderly up my spit- and lube-slicked hole, and I was amazed when I felt the press of his big, full balls against my cheeks as I bottomed out. Amazed, and weirdly proud that I'd taken it. The grin gave me was a potent mix of lust, pride and bro-love for me, and he slowly set to work. When his strong hands grabbed hold of my throat, I moaned his name, eyes locked with his, both panting, chests heaving, slicked with sweat, my cock oozing a steady flow of pre all over his rippling abs. I was fucking myself on him as much as anything now, my ass on fire in the best possible way, feeling like I was going to blast off at any moment. The clutch of his hands - not choking me, not squeezing, really, just holding me there, our eyes locked as our bodies flowed together - pushed me right to that brink. "Cum, little brother," he whispered. "Come for me, baby." As I howled his name, painting his sexy face and the armrest and side table behind him with rope after rope of thick, hot cum, I felt him rumble and tense and fire off, deep up inside me, never breaking eye contact. I never knew giving up control could be so intense, so deep. I was ready to try it out some more.