Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2015 20:12:56 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Fw: Morning Glory 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/109402845509/ 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 ***** "Shitttt," I muttered, nearly dropping the cup of coffee in my hand. The morning sun was streaming through the windows, all over him, and as good as the big chunk of beef had always looked, he'd never looked better than he did right now. He seemed lost in thought, staring down his thick torso at the great big bulge in his briefs. It was slowly moving, growing, pushing upwards across his hip, almost like it was responding to the warmth of the sunlight. I wished I had my phone handy, so I could snap a picture of him just like this, the sun making the reddish-brown fur all over his powerful thighs and strong jaw gleam - but I knew this mental image would stuck with me for a very long time. "Huh? What?" he said, smiling as he looked over at me. I watched his eyes travel over my own big muscled torso, over my own growing bulge in my underwear, down my own big, muscular, hairy legs. The lazy but hungry smile he shot me when our eyes met, both of us clearly remembering the searing, sweaty heat of our night together - our first night together, the room still smelling tangily of our sweat and cum and spit. "Nothing, Kid," I replied, letting him see me reach full hardness as I brought our coffees over. His eyes continued to rake hungrily over my older body, and I could see the lust rebuilding in him. Ah, to be 25 again. I set the coffee down on the bedside table and ran my hand slowly, appreciatively up the inside of his raised thigh. He growled in response, spreading open for me, reaching down to slowly rub his big cockbulge as we traded grins. He loved being fondled like this, like he'd spent all those years turning his naturally beefy body into a muscled, furred powerhouse just so it could be touched, stroked, caressed, licked, worshiped. I felt him flex his big steely quads for me as I leaned in and we lazily swapped tongues, tasting each other's spit, hungry for more. Our cocks strained against each other through the thin cotton barely covering them, as I felt him wrap his muscular calves around my big strong ass, and pull me in closer. "I'm so glad we finally did this," he growled against my lips as my thick fingers raked through his sexy young beard, stroking the strong jaw beneath it. "So am I, Kid, so am I." I was the only one he'd let get away with calling him Kid, and at 6'3 and 230-plus pounds of prime, ex-jock beef, that was no surprise. But we had a special connection, a special deep bond, him and me, and seeing him blast cum from that eight-inch monster, all over the fur on my stomach as I pounded my own up inside him, rubbing his meaty pecs and calling him "Kid" over and over again, just like he loved me to do - that was another memory that would never fade. And hopefully just the first of many, many more to come. "You glad to be home again, Kid?" I asked between long, languid kisses. "Fuck yes I am, Dad," he growled back. "And I hope you don't mind if I stay a little while." We chuckled together, deep and low, and I showed him how little I minded with another long, deep, searching wet kiss. A dad-son kiss. And again, hopefully just the first of many, many more to come. From the hungry way he responded and pressed up against me, I knew I was right.