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Subject: The Nude Beach Discovery 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 � 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/post/110265930279/ 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. hoo. 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 fty/donate.html ***** We discovered that there was a nude beach nearby almost by accident. On an early-morning run, four hard, pounding, muscle-slaying miles along the wet packed sand as the tide rolled out. With three branches of our big extended family sharing two beach houses down here on the Outer Banks, aunts and uncles and parents and cousins of various ages, these runs were about the only time we could get to ourselves, a chance to reconnect, catch up after a semester apart at our respective schools. Maybe sneak down to the main beach late at night with some beers and a joint to chill. As we rounded the point, I barely noticed the sign, but it was Cade who noticed the conspicuous absence of beachwear on the swimmers and sunbathers on this stretch of beach. “Oh,” he said, suddenly pulling up, panting, trying not to stare. I stopped a few feet ahead, looking gaziantep escort back to see what was up, and then I noticed where he was staring, or trying not to stare, and stifled a laugh. “`Oh’ is right, dude,” I chuckled, noticing the furious blush on his handsome face. He was always a bit shy, easy to embarrass, and it was damn cute on the big studly football player. I gave his sweaty abs a smack as I ran back past him, away from the nude beachgoers, filing this piece of info away for further reference. When I suggested to him after breakfast that this might present an opportunity to get away from the rowdiness of our family a bit more, he blushed bright red and immediately objected. “Hear me out, bud,” I grinned. “No way any of these guys would go anywhere near a nude beach. And it’s technically ‘clothing-optional’, so you don’t have to go bareass. C’mon, sack up, let’s go scope it out. This could work.” I’ll admit, I’d always had a way of talking him into things. Because I knew him real well, knew that it often took a bit of a push to get him over his interior objections to something that I knew for sure he would enjoy. That would enrich his life. I was 18 months younger but in many ways the leader of our two-man pack, had been since we were kids, and that was OK by me. We always had fun. A lot of fun. And more and more, as we got older, the kind of fun that required a lot of alone time with one another. Now, I could see he was thinking of the nude beach opportunity from that particular perspective, and with that slow, goofy smile of his, I knew we were about to have an adventure. I fucking love an adventure. So we rolled down to the beach, finding it all but deserted. A few old and wrinklies, walking along with dogs or in couples, as if being butt-ass naked on a North Carolina beach at the height of summer was the most natural thing in the world. And since they called themselves naturists, to them, I guess it was. We were the youngest people there by several decades, I guessed, and not to brag or anything, but far and away the hottest. Two big, young college boys, him an offensive lineman for an SEC powerhouse, me a former high school tight end who’d kept up the training regimen even though the hardest thing I hit now were suriyeli escort the books. We looked good, I’ll go ahead and say it. Big, strong muscled bodies. Powerful athletes’ thighs. Proud, muscular butts, and mine in particular got a lot of attention from all kinds of people. It was definitely Cade’s favorite feature of mine, besides my lips and my big dick, all of which I’d been eagerly sharing with him since I was 15 or 16, letting my big brother discover himself with me. Teenage brother fooling-around that had lasted, somehow, into our college days. He had a girlfriend back at school, some pretty little Christian babe who’d let him get to third base but no further, and that was OK with him. OK by me too, because it meant that I got the best of his loads, got to experience that big, chunky lineman’s cock of his filling me up whenever we could find the time alone to get at each other. Me, I was having fun fucking around with dudes up at UVA, but I always made sure my big bro Cade got the best of my attentions. We staked out our spot, laid out or towels and the cooler full of beer, and laid out, talking, checking out the vibe, enjoying the warm breezes, the sun on our skin, the sounds of the ocean. Since I was always the bolder one, after a little while, I casually shucked my board shorts, and really enjoyed the feel of the sun all over my naked bod. It was kind of amazing, and I started to throw a bit of wood from the new sensation of being bareass in the open like this, the warm wind caressing my big cock and balls. I chuckled as I saw it rising, while Cade looked mortified behind his sunglasses. So out of deference to his sensibilities, I rolled over and tanned my muscled ass for awhile. 30 minutes later, he’d clearly been working himself up to it, and I watched him as he undid his own shorts and stripped them down. Underneath, he was wearing a Speedo, something I’d never seen on him before. He looked damn fine in it, and I felt my big dick growing again as I surveyed him. He saw me watching, gave a slightly embarrassed grin, then turned over, tucked the little suit up between his cheeks, and started tanning his big, white, hairy muscle ass. I had to chuckle – it was goofy, endearing, and sexy as fuck rus escort all at once. Totally Cade, in other words. I let another 15 minutes go by before I started to work on him. “Bro, you’re going to have the dumbest-looking tanlines if you keep that up,” I chuckled. “They’re going to rag on you nonstop in the locker room. Just slip the fuckin’ suit off, dude. Nobody out here to see ya. Just me, brother.” I gave him a wink, and after some consideration, he heaved out a put-upon sigh, lifted his hips, and clumsily tried to wriggle out of it. I grinned, looked to make sure we were alone, and leaned over to help. Maybe a little more handsy than was strictly necessary, definitely more on the copping a feel of my big brother’s smokin’ bod side of things, but we got it off of him. Fuck, I’d missed seeing his big, sexy, naked jock body, and as I lay on my side, my big hardon showed him how much I liked the sight. He rolled his eyes, but smiled, and turned on his own side, showing me that big lineman cock of his, eight inches of powerhouse jock dick, the head glazing his cute little bellybutton with pre. I nodded slowly, giving him a slow, lusty, appreciative once-over from head to toe and back again. For the first time ever, Cade surprised me. He looked around, verified that not only was the beach basically empty, but that we were conveniently semi-hidden by a sand dune. Then he hoisted his big hot bod closer, slid his big ballplayer hand down the muscles of my tanned back, cupping my big, hard, round glute, and pulled me into him. The kiss was slow at first, nice, a getting-reacquainted kiss that transitioned easily into a deeper, hotter, wetter, hungrier one. I slung one muscled thigh over his, an arm around his broad muscular back, and kissed him back. Apart from a quick one we’d managed to sneak in under the house two nights ago, followed by a covert brother blowjob that had made his toes curl and his big balls fire off a week’s worth of hot jock brother cum down my throat, this was our first real brotime in months. Our big, hard cocks pressed wetly together as we explored each other’s mouths, gloriously naked and entwined under the big blue sky, caressed by the warm sea breeze. Shooting my hot cum up his sweaty, sun-warmed abs and pecs while I rode that big hard cock of his in the dunes was a first for us both. But he liked it, loved it, and we came back often, the rest of that sexy, fun family summer, to make long, hot, sweaty brother love on the beach. And for once, big Cade was the one to discover it all first.
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