Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2015 16:12:31 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Long Layover 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/109777348979/ 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 ***** "Mmmph... shit," he mumbled as he woke up. "How long was I out?" "Not that long," I said, watching him come back to life from his nap in the sun. I'd been watching him off and on while he dozed, my eyes roving over his big, muscular, finely furred body, taking in the thick mat of chest hair starting to turn salt and pepper, the dark layer of beard that had come in after a week without shaving. That handsome face of his. My cock had been half-hard the whole time, pleasantly thick and full, taking in the sight of him, of this man I loved. He'd gotten in late last night, body clock all out of whack from the transcontinental flight. It was a two-hour drive from the Marseilles airport to the little house I was renting, and the conversation flowed easily, warmly. When I rested my hand on his big thigh between gear changes, he'd smiled at me, reaching over to rub the back of my neck in a gesture that was intimate, familiar and incredibly erotic. He noticed the immediate effect it had had on me, the rise in my jeans, and chuckled low and deep. He must have been dog-tired when we got to the house, but he took me in those big, strong arms and kissed me properly, deep and passionate, exchanging tongues with me in a long, slow, steamy kiss. I navigated us to the bedroom, began undressing him as he fumbled with my jeans, kissing the whole time, so glad to be together again, we didn't want to part for a minute longer than necessary. I leaned into that big, furry chest, inhaling his natural, manly musk as my hands roved over his beautifully muscled mature body, trying to drink him in with all my senses. It was like this every time we reunited, and I loved each time more and more. "Sure you don't want me to take a shower, bud?" he asked huskily. "I've been traveling all day, you know." I shook my head fervently, burying my nose deep in that salt and pepper fur between his thick pecs, inhaling him, feeling my cock rise even more. "I love the way you smell, the way you taste," I whispered. He growled with pleasure and brought me back up to kiss him. Minutes later, he was entering me, his big bare cock thrusting up inside my tight hole, making me moan his name, my own muscles straining as I held tight to the headboard and let the big guy go to town. It had been six long months in Saudi Arabia for him, and I knew he was ready for real release, the pleasure of being with another human being, a man, not just his hand. After we both came, he squeezed me tightly in those big arms, and was in the middle of murmuring warm, loving words to me when he just powered down all of a sudden and fell asleep. I chuckled, knowing exactly how he felt. So this morning, he was chipper and well-rested as we drank coffee and ate pastries out here in my little back yard. The sun was warm, and the wind carried the scent and the distant sound of the Mediterranean. I was grading my students' English papers, and the next time I looked up, he was out again, snoring happily in the lawn chair. Fuck, he was handsome, I wished we could be together all the time, but he was married, and we both worked half a world away from each other. We had to take what we could get, and make the most of it, for the time being, at least. Now, I watched him stretch, eyes closed, smiling as the sun warmed his beautiful body. My cock was hard again, and I leaned into his dark-furred pit, running first my nose, then my tongue up the warm, musky skin, the hairs tickling my tongue as I savored his salty, natural taste. He growled low in his throat as I did, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head, encouraging me on. I lapped his pit clean, then rose out of my chair, kneeling beside him to take care of the other one, my hand going down to his groin to rub the big, thickening bulge in his shorts. "Fuck I love you, Son," he rumbled as I came up to kiss him, sharing his body's natural taste. The kiss grew hungrier, sloppier, deeper, as he guided me up onto his lap, snaking those arms around me as he explored my mouth. I was almost as big as him, but I managed to straddle him, grinding my muscular ass against that huge hard bulge of his. I felt his hands all over me, and then his mouth moved to lick the traces of sweat from my bare chest, sweat and salt and traces of cum and last night's spit too. He loved it as much as I did, guess I'd inherited that gene from him. I'd gotten so much from him, and I still wanted more. "I wish you could stay longer," I murmured into his ear as he sucked on my nip. "Three days isn't enough with you, Dad." He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling, a rueful smile on his face. I took the chance to kiss him again. "I know, buddy, not near enough for me either," he said, ruffling my hair, short, thick and dark like his. I was a lot like him in so many ways. "But on the bright side, I've got a week or so I can spend with you on the way back in July." I grinned excitedly. A week? Shit, the things we could do... I already had visions of hopping a cheap flight to Ibiza, the two of us kissing deeply in the warm waters there, fucking all night long in a little gay-friendly hotel I knew of. Fuck yes. A week wasn't much, but I'd take whatever I could get. First, though, we had three days to get our fill of each other. So right there in my little garden, I sank to my knees and took my father's cock in my mouth, and slowly showed him another reason to stay with me.