Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 07:01:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Ash Bradley <asherbradley@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ash and Dad  -  Chapter 1

     The following fictional story deals with sex among males and
family members.  If you are offended by such material, are
too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed,
depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about
yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

     The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to
other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

     This story is dedicated to my Dad.   In this instance Dad is
my chosen, "adopted" Dad, a great guy that I first met when
I told him I loved his story on Nifty.  A bit later he was
there when I needed someone, and our love and friendship has
grown.  When I got up the nerve to ask him to be my Dad he
said he'd be honored. Well, I'm the honored one, so this is
for him.

     Dad also introduced me to two wonderful brothers who have
stories on Nifty. They have all three been instrumental
in my writing this. Without their prodding this fantasy
would still be locked in my head.

     So thanks Dad, for adopting me, and thanks Clay and Tim for
being big bro's when I've needed one (or two).

Ash - asherbradley@yahoo.com

                   Ash and Dad - Chapter 1

     It was a standard Friday night, nothing special going
on.  My best friend and I had settled for watching a movie at
his house. "Where Eagles Dare" with Richard Burton and Clint
Eastwood, one of my favorites.  Nobody else was at home and
we'd been friends forever, so there was nothing unusual
about the fact that we were stripped down and comfortably
ensconced on his bed, popcorn bowl between us. It had been a
tough week, and as the movie progressed I got closer and
closer to sleep.

     I awoke to the closing credits, lying comfortably on
the bed with my head in his lap and his hand gently rubbing
my back. As his hand roamed my back, shoulders to ass, I
considered a prospect that had crossed my mind quite often.
The firmness of his crotch behind my head, not hard but not
exactly soft either, told me that he might be receptive. I
squirmed and stretched, deliberately rubbing my head on his
cock, which responded nicely.  It had been years since I'd
seen him naked and then never hard.  I guess tonight was the
night.

     He was wearing briefs, gray, his underwear of choice. I
was in boxer briefs, almost new so they were bright white
and really soft. As I stretched, I ran my hands down and
rearranged my package.  Things had bunched up as I slept.  I
turned over so that I was facing him and looked up into his
eyes.  I saw in them that he was surprised and uncertain
about what I was doing. I tried to convey with my eyes that
what was about to happen was my choice, my pleasure, and
that he was to relax.

       He was hard enough from my head massage to have
caused some leakage. I raised my head and snaked my tongue
out to taste the damp spot at the head of his cock.  His
taste was unique, musky, mildly salty, and similar to my
own, which I knew well. I rested my head back and then leaned
forward, pushing my nose into the pouch of his briefs. I
inhaled deeply, imprinting on my mind his scent, warm, damp,
sweaty maybe, this pheromonal hit causing my cock to inch
farther up the hardon meter.

      I reached for a pillow to raise myself comfortably
within reach of his cock head. Moving forward slightly, I
met his eyes as I started to tongue him through his briefs,
silently reassuring him that I wanted this.

     Cocks always amaze me, hard but soft, like a sausage
covered in velvet. As the cotton got wetter, the shape of
things became visible. I could see the red of his cock head,
the prominent flare just a little larger than the shaft, the
shaft descending farther than I expected to his balls.
Through his now soaked briefs I could make out the prominent
vein on the underside pulsing with his heartbeat, his power.
The pillow went by the wayside as I moved lower, down far
enough to caress his balls with my tongue.  As his briefs
became more transparent, his hairy, plum-sized orbs were
revealed, nestled there in the now-soaked briefs.

     This had gone on long enough.  I slid myself to one
side, and in an almost simultaneous movement placed him into
a more reclined position.  Pressing gently down to keep him
in place, I looked into his eyes and gently kissed his lips,
letting him know once again that this was my choice and that
he had no say in the matter.  Moving slowly, down his body I
licked his nipples once before descending back to his
crotch.

     Burying my nose between his legs, I breathed deeply of
the scent of my man, cock twitching in my shorts. I grabbed
the elastic and slowly drew the briefs down his legs.
Removing them completely I pressed them to my nose, once
again breathing deeply of his scent before stuffing the damp
briefs into my own shorts.

     With my hand I stroke his shaft, up.down, marveling at
the feel. A steel rod covered by a warm membrane.  Stroking
slowly up and down, I'm entranced by the movement of the
skin on his shaft.  I kneel close and extend my tongue to
taste him. Slowly I lick the drop of precum that's waiting
in his slit. Taking it into my mouth I savor its rich
flavor. Not salty, not sweet...just good, like I knew this
man would taste.

     I go back for more....swirling my tongue over the slit
and then wrapping it around his glans. I move closer and
take just the very tip into my mouth. My tongue searches out
and finds his slit and the nectar that waits there. Sucking
hard to get every drop I slowly lower my head, engulfing
more and more of the thick shaft. So hard yet so soft,
smooth, warm....I descend farther and farther.  Breathing
slowly through my nose I swallow and take in more than I
ever expected I could. Being this hot, this worked up, this
in love, makes taking him a simple process.

     He moves to caress me but I push him back....looking
into his eyes and telling him silently that this is for
him...all for him.   I caress his balls as I rise up,
releasing his cock from my throat. I breathe deeply and then
gently swallow him again.   I set up a rhythm that soon has
him on the edge. To prolong his pleasure I back off, all the
way, giving his cock slit one last probe and gently move to
give his balls the bath they deserve.

      Left, then right, then back again, his balls dance on
my tongue before I lovingly stuff them both into my mouth.
Rolling those twin orbs around on my tongue, pulling them
down in their sac, they put up a fight. They know what's
coming and want to pull up tight in preparation.   I finally
relent and let them have their way. Moving just under his
balls, I press his knees up and back to give me better
access.  As my spit slides deeper into his crack my tongue
follows. My tongue circles his tight, previously un-
worshipped hole, pressing gently, teasing, moistening things
slightly before licking my way back up to his cock. This is
cock day. Someday soon however, that ass will receive the
treatment it longs for.

     I gaze into his eyes momentarily before swallowing the
magnificent organ in front of me in one swift plunge.  No
playing around now, I set up a steady hard rhythm meant to
bring him off. I can feel his balls drawing up in my hands.
I wet one index finger in my mouth and stroke it slowly down
to his already moist hole, circling there, pressing,
rubbing... waiting for the right moment.

     As he stiffens for release I push steadily but gently
until my finger is buried deep, pushing right on his button.
As I hit the bottom of my stroke down on his cock, he
explodes. I can feel the pulsing of his cock on my lips as
one, two, three mighty jets of cum go straight to my
stomach. I pull back and catch the next three in my mouth,
savoring the rich full taste of this man, my best friend.
His body spasms and relaxes as his scream fills the room
AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
The first "word" he has spoken since we started.

     As he relaxes and sinks deep into the mattress, I
gently withdraw my finger from his ass and then his cock
from my mouth. I know how sensitive my cock is after cumming
and suspect his is the same, so the kiss and probe of his
slit to retrieve any last bit of his essence is especially
gentle.  Moving my finger to my nose and breathing deeply, I
hunch once into the mattress and anoint his briefs with my
spunk.

     We straighten out on the bed and I turn him on his
side, curling up behind him with my cock nestled in his ass
crack. Drawing the sheet over us, I gently caress him until
he falls asleep in my arms.

Goodnight Dad!!


More to come....comments welcome!!  Ash   asherbradley@yahoo.com