Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 15:55:47 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: New Dad, Old Habits 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/109722497394/ 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 ***** "Oh my fucking god, dude," he panted, sweat gleaming on his big, smooth pecs as he climbed off me. "You have no idea how bad I needed that!" I grinned, lowering my legs, reaching down to touch my ass, feeling the warm, thick slickness of his cum oozing from my hole. "Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea, actually," I laughed, running my other hand over my own big sweaty chest. Marcus was doing a great job as a new dad, taking to parenting like a natural. Even the fact that he couldn't work out as much and had added ten pounds to his muscular, ex-wrestler frame actually made him look even better, more solid, even more fuckable. That was the problem - what with the new baby and complications from the birth and all, Amanda hadn't been all that interested in sex lately. It had been actual months since he'd been inside her, or anything more than his own right hand. She and the baby were visiting her mother for the weekend, and Marcus had jumped at the chance to have me over for some beers and some boys' time. The sexual frustration in his voice was palpable, and he had that edgy, nervous sort of need-to-blow-a-load energy I remembered all too well from our days as high school wrestlers, when we had one of those idiot coaches who believed in that crap about preserving your masculine energies for the mat, or whatever. So it hadn't taken very long, just a beer or two, some reminiscing about the good ol' days, before the talk turned to sex, and just how much of it we had back then. Me and him and our teammates and buddies, all the cum and sweat and spit that had flown between us, wild, crazy, lustful teenage jock kid adventures that now that I looked back on them, were some of the hottest, most liberated and inventive sexual experiences I'd ever had. "Dude, you remember that time we shaved each other before the Southern Scuffle?" he grinned. Fuck yeah I did, the two of us in our shared hotel room in some bumfuck North Carolina city, locked down in the Holiday Inn by our chaperones and coaches. A hotel crawling with horny teen wrestlers, and our room in particular was practically dripping with sex. I still jacked off, remembering the slow, careful way we'd shaved off all our body hair, especially our crotches, and how he leaked thick clear precum like sap the whole time I did his. How hard we'd kissed, writhing around on a stack of towels on the bathroom floor, shaving cream all over our gleaming, totally smooth wrestler jock frames. How the touching and whispering and kissing continued as we showered the stuff off us, and then how hard we fucked each other afterwards, messing up both beds, coating our newly-smooth muscles in spit and sweat and precum, lapping it off, sharing it and going for another round. Like I said, we were a couple of extremely horny motherfuckers. "It's just like being a little kid again," he'd whispered as we shared another shower. "Only, now we got big muscles, and big cocks, and we can shoot fucking cum, man!" The weird energy in his eyes when he'd said that boned me up all over again. I had a very good idea of the kinky things he was thinking about, about being young and smooth and sexually voracious, and our third round of that night was an incredibly inventive, kinky round of what I would later learn is called "ageplay". "Fuck yeah I remember that," I'd growled an hour ago, spreading my big thighs to show him the tent in my shorts as proof. He grinned again, then slowly peeled down his, showing me his totally smooth crotch. My eyes fairly popped with surprise, and I gave him a big, horny grin. Ten years later, his cock was even bigger, thicker, and the shave just amplified that. I was on him and sucking him to the smooth root before he could say another word. So, that's how this day turned from great into awesome. I watched him as he padded to the kitchen for some fresh beers, and fuck if he couldn't keep his eyes off me. So as he watched, I pulled my cum-slicked finger from my hole, eyes locked with his, and slowly sucked it clean. Tasting him yet again, just as salty and rich and delicious as ever. I saw his thick dick arc upright immediately, as he stared at me hungrily, watching me pig out on his jock cum, just like I always used to. "Fuck, big bro," he growled, forgetting the beers and practically vaulting the couch to slam on top of me. I grabbed hold of my little brother's big, chunky muscled wrestler ass, my little bro a daddy now, and all the hotter for it. We kissed hard, long and deep, wet, hungry, two brothers who'd always had a bone for each other. Even parenthood couldn't change that, and damn, I was glad.