Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2015 15:21:42 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: The New Normal 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/109731626134/ 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 ***** Things had gotten... weird since my wife had left. More intense. Deeper. Dirtier. Kinkier. Sure, on the outside, everything looked pretty normal. I was just another divorced guy in his early 40s, with half the furniture I used to have, one less car, a big half-empty house in the suburbs that once had been my pride and joy, and now was just another reminder of a past I was mostly glad to be done with, another check I resented writing each month. But I still had my bed, my couch, my flat-screen, and the workout setup down in the basement. That was enough for me, all I needed - that, and the long, sweaty nights of passionate, mind-blowing sex with this muscular, handsome 20-year-old kid. I was literally feeling like a new man, 20 pounds lighter, in the best shape I'd been since my college days. And I had him to thank for it. We'd just finished a workout, me just in my old college jockstrap, him in his Under Armour ballcap and compression shorts. After some cool-down stretches, he'd shot me that hungry smile of his, casually sliding the shiny, sweaty shorts down and tossing them to me to deeply inhale his scent. He knew how much I loved that, and the big, insistent bulge of my hard cock in my jock made his smile widen. I leaned back on the weight bench and watched him, nodding for him to continue, drinking in the beauty of his smooth, bulging muscles, as his hand went to the big, hard, dripping dick that jutted proudly from his beautiful, hard young body. Wordlessly, he stroked for me, moving in close so I could touch the hard pump of his quads, run my fingers over the ripples of his abdomen, tease and tweak the big pink nips standing proudly from the mounds of his firm, smooth, sweaty pecs. I traced the shifting outlines of his big-muscled right arm as he stroked for me, painting on his skin with his sweat. He leaned down, his left arm up behind his head, and moaned as I slowly, hungrily lapped deeply up his armpit, savoring the taste of his musk and salt. We kissed hungrily, growling into each other's mouths, as we shared his flavor together. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned and I watched his big muscles flex as he raced to the finish, pointing that big jock dick at the padded bench in front of him. Shot after shot of pure, thick, creamy white young cum ribboned across the black padding as he shook and moaned. When he dropped to his knees, looked over at me and slowly lapped up his own young cum, it was my turn to moan, and I had to stop touching myself. My pouch was sticky with precum already, and I was too close. Too hot. I had more to do. His lips were thick with his seed as he smiled at me, sinking down, arching his back, that perfect pair of glutes gleaming in the low light, parting to show me the treasure hidden within. I came for him, kneeling down and freeing my cock from the pouch of my jock with one hand, caressing the warm, sweaty smoothness of his muscled ass and back as I did. "You're fucking beautiful, Son," I murmured, leaning over his back to kiss him again, trading the flavor of his young cum back and forth, driving the leaking girth of my big cock up and down that sweet valley. "Ah Dad," he moaned as we broke for air, then came up to kiss me hungrily, thrusting himself back against my cock. "Need you inside me, Daddy." I smiled, kissed the deep cleft between his shoulder blades, and pushed inside him, hearing that low, familiar, lusty moan as I entered him yet again. I'd traded my wife and my old, safe, boring, normal life for something entirely new, and no way in hell was I ever looking back.