Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 23:10:55 +0200
From: logansingh777@gmail.com
Subject: Clarkes Visit Part Two

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descriptions of a homosexual nature and is not meant for viewing by persons
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Clarke's Visit -- Part two

	The drive back home was torturous. I was rock hard all the way, and
I had a feeling of intense burning in my chest . . . with Gregory beside
me, my lips and mouth grew dry -- I could taste the strong flavor of his
cum all over my tongue, and each time I heard him breathe my heart skipped
a beat. I was so in love with him, though I still felt a deep feeling of
betrayal.

	"We will have the entire night all to ourselves!" I heard him
whisper in excitement as we pulled up the drive. I smiled heartily at his
handsome face, looked deep into his eyes and mouthed an `I love you Greg,'
which I meant with all my heart, mind, body, soul, atom and fiber of my
being . . .

Mom and dad stayed up with us late into the night, finally after many
questions about my accommodation and comfort at school mom retired to bed,
but dad sat with his boys in the den. Greg and I exchanged a look when he
stepped away for a moment, and in that moment I could have lifted my
brother up against the door and pounded the daylights out of him, but, dad
was back, and this time with a case of beers. He first handed me one,
looked at Gregory for a moment, and then handed him one, which he accepted
uncomfortably. Dad took a seat in his chair and then looked in my
direction.

	"So," he took a sip and swallowed, wearing his enquiring face, "you
found a young lady for yourself yet son?" a knot developed in my stomach, I
must have turned a shade of red, and then I shook my head in the
negative. Dad sighed, and Gregory . . . well, at that moment I could not
tell what my cute little brother was feeling. He could have been overjoyed
that I was single -- which would have made me feel some-what happy -- or he
could have felt nothing -- which would have made me feel sad that he didn't
care.

	"Hmmm," dad smirked, "your arms do look a little firmer," and to
that he winked at Gregory.

It was a little strange, seeing the two of them be best of friends. I was
Greg's best friend, and he was mine. I forced myself to bury my jealousy
and uneasiness and chuckled along with the two of them. Obviously, they had
grown closer. I was glad for that, but also extremely jealous. Greg was
mine. And dad, well, he was a whole other ball game . . .

Dad asked me loads of questions, about several concentrated topics -- sport
on campus, women, classes and a wide array of random things, like the best
food I could get my hands on, bars and my room-mates.

Gregory was growing tired, and drunk. Dad had really eased up on him I
noticed. He handed my little brother drink after drink which was a little
scary, but also soothing in an odd kind of way. It meant that the two had
found common ground, and that they had bonded. I was jealous again.

I needed to use the toilet and stood up, "going to take a leak," I stated
left.

When I got back dad was sitting alone, sipping his beer and staring at
nothing, but I could tell that his mind was not at ease.

He glanced at me when I walked in, "you are being safe, right son?" he
asked seriously, "using condoms I mean?"

	"Yes dad," I responded easily in Gregory's absence.

	"Good." He responded. I took a sip of my beer and stared into
nothingness as well, my mind drifting into nothingness like him . . .

	"I missed you Clarke," dad said, his voice changing, falling to one
of his softer, gentler, and most intimate of tones.

	"I missed you too dad," I responded. I did miss him, and at that
moment, I found his strong chest very appealing, the large bulge in his
shorts brought back so many memories of my younger years . . . "where is
Greg?" I asked him, wheeling myself back into the present.

	"He said that he was heading to bed," dad said a little
disappointed, "he's a little upset with me for interrupting your reunion."
Dad was sad. I felt it right then too . . . "you should go up to him, he's
been talking of spending time with you non-stop."

	"And you will be okay?" I asked dad, standing up, and my rock hard
erection pointing right at him. Dad stared at me, knowing that my passions
were not for him . . .

	"Of course," dad responded, standing up to, walking with me toward
the stairs, "you spend the night with him like he wants," dad maneuvered me
against the door, his hands on my neck and my steel-hard-pole, "tomorrow
morning when your mother and brother leave," he lowered his head and
nibbled at my lips, pressing his own rock hard member against me, "you haul
your ass into my bed," he kissed me deeply, hard and demandingly, "this,"
he grabbed my ass and pressed me against him hard, suffocating me against
the closed door, "belongs to me."

I took a moment to gather myself after he left for bed, and then walked
upstairs myself. Dad was always a demanding lover . . . I liked it a lot.

Gregory was at his computer, checking emails I suppose, or just chatting a
little with a friend, he looked at me and smiled when I walked in. He had
signed out and logged off by the time I had walked across the room and
landed on the bed with a thud, my face in my hands and my elbows resting on
my knees.

Gregory was on his knees before me, looking up at my face, I looked back at
him hungrily, hard as fuck. In no time I felt him ease me fully on my back
as he tackled my belt buckle, fumbling in his desperation. My pants flew
across the room, and he pulled out my hard throbbing big bro cock through
the fly of my shorts.  I was numb, but I could feel his lips and tongue
work me, lapping up my semen, sweat and traces of urine. Fuck this kid
drove me wild . . . and yet I still felt I had betrayed him grandly . . .

Gregory was taking me in slowly, savoring my essence and making me pour out
my love juice for him like a faucet. He took it all in like a champion,
right down to the hilt, his nose resting in my musky pubes. I could feel
his tongue licking at the underside base of my shaft, right between my
balls, full of cum, waiting for him to suck right out of me. Gregory
manipulated my raging cock for all it was worth, bringing me near the edge
and then easing off, again and again, until I could take it no more and
lost it. Like the pro he was, he knew when his big bro was going to shoot
and managed to rest my firing cock-head in his mouth, taking all of my seed
into his mouth, tasting me, savoring me, moaning in pleasure, with me as I
unloaded spoonfuls into his hot mouth. I heard him swallow my entire load
in one great gulp, and felt his lips scour my hardness for any stray
strands of my pearly white man cream.

	"Fuck Greg . . ." I said to him, lifting his face up to mine so
that I could kiss him. His mouth tasted sweet, not with just the taste of
my cum, but from his own flavor, his tongue soft, yet strong. I could feel
soft stubble against his face, his smooth muscle rubbing against my chest,
his slightly hairy legs rubbing close against mine as we got entangled in
bed like so many times before . . . in that moment I knew that I was
alive. All manner of drunkenness fled away as I realized I had the love of
my life in my arms, and I took over, pulling off his shirt, pinning him to
the bed as I licked and kissed his neck, his chest, his arms, feeling him
in my hands, my kid brother, this hot little stud . . . he kissed back,
biting my ears gently, I loved when he did that. . . I bit and nibbled at
his hardened nipples, supple and red in the dim light from the moon
outside.

I had to have him, had to get deep inside him, show him how precious he was
to me, how much I loved him . . . his pants slid of easily, and by instinct
he moved his legs apart, making place for me in his most intimate of
places. I licked my finger and found that his entrance was moist, smooth
and slid in easily. He was tight . . . so tight . . . I got even harder, if
that was possible . . . I reached in with my finger, gently finding my way
to his fuck-me-button, and he responded appropriately.

Gregory was whimpering and moaning in my arms as I got in two fingers,
grazing his prostate in perpetual pleasure, at times like that I loved
kissing him, it excited him, being in my complete control, and that in
return made me happy, hard and horny for him. Three fingers in and he was
near heaven. I had made him orgasm six times this way, his large cock soft
and throbbing in pleasure, oozing pre-cum. I lapped it all up, and kissed
him deeply, hard, pressing myself against him, chest to chest, the only
space between our bodies being the air pockets between our hairs.

My hard cock was nudging at his soft, flaccid cock, his heavy balls making
contact with mine . . . he was making me go crazy . . .

Gregory got hard, rock fucking hard as I rubbed against him a little more,
kissing him here and there, and marking him where no one could see . . . I
kissed his little Adam's apple, pinched at his nipples, and moved my
dripping hardness closer to his hot waiting hole, my little brothers
offering of love. . .

I slid in with little trouble. He was pushing out big time, which made the
feeling that much more intense, it had been such a long while since I had
been inside him . . . I slid in only a little, spending some time at the
depth of his prostate, teasing him, pleasuring him with the head of my hard
cock, rubbing the two together, gently, softly, and making love to him, to
his body and soul with my lips, my hands and my big bro cock.

Gregory orgasmed again with my manipulation on his prostate, another dry
and yet fulfilling burst of sheer pleasure. As he was coming down from his
orgasm, I gently pushed in all the way in, his smooth balls resting against
me, tickled by my short pubic hair. I just stayed still a moment, feeling
his insides, feeling his body pulse against my hardness, his heart against
my chest. I looked down at him, and he opened his eyes. I lowered my head
and kissed him, beginning to drive into him as deep as I could, which was
all of me, and then pull out just an inch, then back in again, gaining
speed and momentum, kissing him hard and fucking him deep, fast and
desperately.

A moan escaped his lips, and I placed a hand over his mouth, kissing his
neck, his chest and holding one of his legs up as I rested against his
chest and pounded him like I hadn't in a long time. Greg's cock was so
hard, and dripping cum like crazy, now and again he neared orgasm, and
would emit some of his sweet cum between us, making his cock slide more
freely and pleasurably between us. I changed my depth and my speed often,
my lips barely separating from his, holding him suspended in a state of
perpetual orgasm, his prostate on fire . . . I could feel it each time I
made him cum, his anal muscles would freeze, tighten and attempt to push me
out of him, and that would make me drive in deeper, harder and with greater
desperation, each and every time.

We must have been at it for hours . . . we had changed positions over and
over again, Gregory was moaning and whimpering against me non-stop, I was
rock hard, having prolonged my orgasm over and over again, to his
pleasure. I could hear a cock crow somewhere in the distance; we had been
breeding all night and were well into the morning. Gregory was in such
intense pleasure and he was so weak, worn out by my relentless breeding, I
loved it and could not bring myself to stop . . . his silky canal felt so
fine against my hard throbbing cock. . .

I flipped him over one final time, feeling the weariness in my own eyes,
onto his stomach again, resting myself completely on him, pressing my
entire weight onto his smaller frame, my head next to his, licking at him,
my hands playing and pinching his nipples, my legs holding his pinned to
the bed and my other hand holding his head at a good kissing angle.

I planned to breed him at last, my balls were aching for a release, his
body as well as mine was covered in sweat, I'm certain the room was filled
with the scent of our relentless fucking and love-making, I for one was
content, and that he was not begging me not to stop I knew that he was in a
good place, he had had his fill. . .

I dove deep into Gregory, feeling the pressure of my thrusts inside him
against the mattress, hearing him whimper made me go crazy with lust
. . . fuck I loved this kid . . . my heavy aching balls were slamming
against his, his tongue was wrestling with mine wearily, his body was weak
and tired, and he was all mine, in my arms, just there for my pleasure. . .

After a few minutes, I made him cum again, dry like the last few times, but
he was still hard, not rock hard but hard non-the-less, and I was so turned
on by his submission . . . I kissed him, deeply, grazing my
moustache-stubble against his softer lips, pressing harder against him,
long-dicking his sweet tender ass . . . holding on so tightly, my mind
fighting the urge to fight off another orgasm and use him a little longer,
but this time the pressure of his muscles was too much, it was as if his
entire insides were fighting me, forcing me out of him, yet paving a smooth
and slick crevice for me, and then, when he could take it no more, when he
began to orgasm for the last time, when he had to bite into the pillow
below him to mask his intense feeling of pleasure turned to soreness and
pain, when he shut his eyes so tight I was certain he would black out, I
shot several, hot, thick sticky ropes of cum deep inside him, right into
his very bowels, breeding my little brother, marking him as my own, with my
seed, completing the session of our coupling for the night . . . I felt my
balls lighten, felt my entire body relax and give up, my brain telling my
nerves and muscles `mission accomplished.'

I let out a soft but guttural sigh of pleasure, pounding my little brother
the hardest in those final thrusts, driving him across the bed, gripping
him so tight I was sure to leave a few red marks on him. . .

	"Greg . . ." I whispered to him, kissing him gently on his neck, "I
love you," but he was already asleep . . .

The last thought on my mind before I dozed off myself, still planted deep
inside him, still thick and filled with blood, my semi-soft breeder
releasing its last drops of cum, was dad, and that I'm sure, kept me hard
all night.

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1.	My married brother

2.	You dad

3.	Pissed off elder brother

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