Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2015 00:09:20 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: The Tucson Connection 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/109728450149/ 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 ***** Coordinating our schedules was a pain in the fucking ass. We were both on the road 20 or more days a month, each of us putting out fires for our respective companies, though his was definitely on a higher pay scale than mine. So we tried to sync up when we could, get a sweet taste of the old days, our old heavy, intensely passionate physical bond, but it was hard to do. Finally, we both overlapped in Tucson. He was at my hotel room door before he even checked into his, and we sank into a furious, heated clinch, muttering hot words of love and lust as our mouths battled and we yanked at each other's clothes. Fuck, he still looked great, even in his mid-50s. I know he worried about keeping the interest of a 28-year-old young buck like me, but I was crazy about him, always had been. Head over heels for the big, fit, handsome exec, and if we were based in the same city and had less insane schedules, I would have loved to have made a home with him. Of course, he'd have to get divorced for that to happen, but we'd talked about that too, and I was warming him up to the idea. I'm not a homewrecker, I swear, but we were so right for each other, I really wanted to try it. But for now, I satisfied myself with a few stolen days whenever we could find them. I caressed his strong, fit, tanned body, licking and touching my way all over him, rubbing my achingly hard younger cock against his warm skin. Stroked his ass as he grabbed the headboard, presenting it to me to touch, feel, taste. Those big globes were still hard as rocks, tight and thick and delicious, and I sank my tongue inside him with a groan of pleasure. I'd missed this ass, missed this man, so bad. He pushed up against my muscular chest as I slid inside him, my big bare cock dripping with precum and lube, nuzzling at his neck and ears as I talked dirty to him. Whispered the intense, taboo things that had been making us come together, all over each other, since I was 16. 12 years of this deep, forbidden bond, and you'd think that we wouldn't even need to talk about it - fuck, it was hot enough that he was my flesh-and-blood father, but talking about it, reaffirming our kinky, taboo connection just made us even hotter for it, for one another. I was in the midst of telling him how much I'd loved the feel of his big dad cock sliding up my cherry 16-year-old tail over a decade ago when he blasted a sudden, thick load all over the headboard. I made as if to slow down, but he reached back to grab my muscled ass, pulling me deeper into him. "No, Son," he growled. "Gonna take me a minute to recharge for ya, baby boy. Keep fucking me, big guy. Fuck your Dad back to hardness, you hot taboo stud fuck." I growled, bit his shoulder, and pumped him harder. We had a lot of time to make up for, and I intended to wring every last hot, thick drop out of it, out of each other, as I could.