Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 19:32:57 +0200
From: logansingh777@gmail.com
Subject: Clarke's Visit Part three

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Clarke's Visit -- Part three

	The next morning I was exhausted beyond dead. Gregory kissed me
goodbye rather quietly and sadly as he left for school, I did not see mom
as she left for work, but dad however, he pounced into Gregory's bed as
soon as her car left the drive.

	"Son!" He growled into my ear. There was a side to him I think that
only I have seen. Not even mom. Dad was very possessive with me, very
protective, however he would let me do anything and support me, and yet
also very firm.  I could feel his hard cock press into my back as he humped
his crotch against me, feeling me up under the covers, pinching my nipples,
kissing the back of my neck, my back, feeling my arms . . .

He turned me around, after pulling and kicking the covers away. I got the
fresh smell of sex as the covers left, all my sweet love making with
Gregory. . .

There were things that Greg did not know . . . things from when he and I
were not as close as we had grown, of course, now I could and would not
want to imagine life without him. Greg was and is, my everything.

But dad . . . He spent a few minutes just looking at me, from my face, my
hands and arms, my chest, stomach, which he rubbed gently -- I always loved
when he did that -- and then my legs, semi hard cock, my legs and then,
finally he looked into my eyes, where he stared for a long time before he
bent down closer and touched my lips with his.

	"I am sorry for being so forceful last night," dad said, a little
sad, "and for just coming into your bed Clarke" He was never forceful with
me, ever.  I did not know how to respond so I just looked at him, silent.

	"I know how much you love Gregory . . . so I will leave if you want
me to," He looked into my eyes, searching. I still said nothing. I could
feel his hardness on me, throbbing, and the wetness of it . . . there was a
small puddle of his pre cum on my abs. I was still silent. He shut his eyes
for a moment, and made a move to leave. This was the man who gave me
everything -- all that I asked for, and all that he wanted me to have. He
gave me life, and all the love in the world. I felt a little ungrateful for
a moment. I wanted him gone . . . but I remember how hurt he was the last
time, when he found out that I had fallen in love with Greg. Dad was
heartbroken.

	"I love Gregory, but you are my baby boy Clarke, my first borne, my
son, with a capital 'S', my first." He said to me. His voice was thick and
sad. I understood that it was not so much that he was as horny as fuck for
me, or that he just wanted to have some hot kinky sex with me. Sex with dad
was always great, his cock was bigger and heavier than me, he shot
amazingly thick and copious loads, he could fuck like a sex machine for
hours and not cum until I was satisfied. A few times in the past he would
not cum at all, those were rare occasions where he wore me out and I fell
asleep, and other times I got down on my knees, and made love to the cock
of my creation with my lips and mouth, urging him to shoot his load into
me.

I understood from a very early age that sex with dad was pure, untainted
intimate love. When he was breeding me, or I him, he felt a connection, a
renewed oneness with me - something that he has felt with no other. This he
disclosed to me, said that it was not even with mom. And then, I go off,
leaving him for Gregory . . .

I blinked quickly and responded before the moment was gone and I had hurt
him again, "I love you too dad," I kissed him quickly after that, full and
deep, "I would like you to stay."  His face brightened like I had not seen
it in a long time -- except when he first saw me as I pulled in from
campus. He held off for one entire day. Dad was my champion. I had always
wanted to be like him when I was older . . . still do . . . I want to have
his huge, hard throbbing heavy cock. And be able to give my sons everything
as he has for me and Greg.

Dad responded well to my kiss. He kissed back, running his hands through my
short hair, and lifting my pelvis off the bed. I opened my legs, and he
made to get between them, the head of his wet cock was nudging my balls,
and then his hand directed it to my entrance. I sucked in a deep breath and
held it there . . . Dad had not penetrated me in a long time . . .

I could feel his huge cock head throbbing at my entrance, and he was
already breathing heavily. He began to push and slowly he entered me, a
little at first, but then the more that got in, the easier it was for the
rest. Dad's cock had a baseball shape -- largest at the top, and narrowest
at the bottom, but even his narrowest part was quiet wide. I could feel him
get deep, feel the pressure building as he reached my depth, and then, his
hands were on my waist, he looked into my eyes, I nodded and then felt him
enter that point where only he could reach. It was beyond the right angle
of my passage. He pushed in way beyond my prostate, beyond my bladder and
the inner end of my dick, he was so deep that I was sure as in the past if
I looked at my stomach, I could see him slide slowly into me just below my
navel.

Dad was HUGE. I was huffing and puffing, more in pleasure than pain, but it
did hurt by a fraction. He was always gentle -- at first. When I got
accustomed to his size I knew that he would pound away at me for all I was
worth.

My own cock was as hard as a rock, and each graze against my prostate sent
a huge globule of pre-cum running straight out my cock.

	"Dad," I moved a little uncomfortably. He bent down lower, and
began to kiss me, massaging my stomach right above his cock, and I could
feel him, his hands on me. I could feel his cock massage me from the
inside, feel his hand touch his cock from outside -- it was an electrifying
experience. Dad kissed me, his tongue wrestling with mine, his hands
massaging my stomach and chest, his legs pushing mine apart, and he was
thrusting into me like he owned me. He began moving in a circular motion,
and then my passages opened up a little more -- he was right inside me, I
could feel his heavy daddy-cum filled balls resting against my ass.

I was on fire for him.
	"Son," dad spoke to me between his kiss, "you set your old man on
fire you know that?"  Ah, yes, well, I knew that . . . it was mutual. I
could not believe that I had managed to stay away from, him for such a long
time.

Dad moved out a few inches, and then back in, slowly and did this a few
more times. When his thrusting grew easier, he stopped and buried himself
deeply inside me, pushing himself hard against me as if he could get in
deeper.  I felt his hand running along my legs, holding them apart,
stretching them as far as he could and then he began to fuck me.

As before, I was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. The sensations of feeling
him so deep, the length of his and intensity of his hard cock against my
prostate, along my inner canals were so intense.  After what seemed like a
short time, dad lowered my legs and began to draw then closer
together. Fuck did I love when he was about to do next . . .

My legs were closed, and from past experiences, I crossed them at my
ankles. Dad was still deep inside me, my balls were resting in his shirt
pubic hair, slightly tickled, and his abdomen was resting on mine, my cock
flattened between us both -- but that was not the magick.

I could feel dads cock with my own, feel it moving in and out of me, feel
it rub against my most intimate places. His shaft was stimulating my
perineum and my balls, his mouth was having its own way with mine, his
hands just floating around me, caressing me, and he, my dad was making love
to me. his legs were on either side of mine, and he was slowly driving his
daddy-cock inside of me, causing me to tense up and hold my breath with
countless prostate orgasms, mild and gentle. He wouldn't want to make me
cum just yet, he was far from done . . .

When he was near his own orgasm, he pulled right out of me and stood on his
knees, his gloriously massive man meat throbbing, red and dripping with his
pre-sum and my anal lube, he looked down at me, smiled and winked as he
indicated that he wanted me to get up. He turned me around, and held me up
as he rested his knees between mine, holding my neck as he rested his chest
against my back and began kissing me while re-entering me.  This position
gave my prostate such a good session. The angle ensured that there was
always pressure from his side as he pushed into me, and my stomach, it
looked like he was making me pregnant when he was fully planted inside me.

Dad released my lips from hi, placed his hands on my waist and gripped me
tight, I just shut my eyes in anticipation . . . he was driving into me
like a wild animal, fast and hard, deep and without relent. I was holding
my breath, letting out long moans of pleasure, grunting, telling him to
stop when the pleasure grew too intense, but he never stopped till he was
near his orgasm, at which point he would pull out completely, and make me
change positions.

This time he picked me up and lifted me against a wall, my legs resting
around him, his face in my chest and his lips playing with my hard
nipples. Dad could have pounded me straight into the wall with his thrusts,
I nearly shot my load several times but he would stop, and then start
again.  He did this to me all morning, on the bed, against the wall, on the
desk, chair, with me standing up, riding him as he lay on the bed, holding
on to the door, and then he grew tired of the bedroom. He took me into the
shower, opened the cold water full on us both as he fucked away at my
ass. I could feel his heavy balls hit against mine when ever in the
appropriate position. They felt heavy with thick copious amounts of my dads
cum . . . I so badly wanted to take him into my mouth and taste him, but
knew that he would not let me just yet . . .

It felt great, icy cold water on our hot sweaty bodies, again he had me
against the wall, then we were standing up, facing each other, then him
behind me, and each time he would do the same thing -- I could have tons of
intense prostate orgasms, and just when I was about to shoot my load, he
would stop, kiss me for a while, and change positions. He must have fucked
me in every possible position, and in most rooms of the house -- his study,
don in the garage, on the hood of his car, on the garage floor, and then,
for the last few times we did it on the stairs, in the hallway and ended up
in his bed. Dad really had his own way with me in his bed . . . he threw me
on my hands and knees, held me down and entered me quickly, but fucked me
for nearly twenty minutes straight, half the day was gone, it was one
thirty, and Gregory would be home in an hour -- roughly. Dad for the last
time pulled out of me, kissed me for a mighty long time, never allowing my
cock to lose its hardness, but also never allowing me to shoot.  He
motioned for me to stand up, and place my right leg on a stool as he
entered me, his hand once again on my abdomen, I could still feel all the
sensations . . .

Dad pounded me so good, he made me have several long prostate orgasms, and
then, he jerked my cock for a few seconds, making me as hard as possible,
and then he placed both hands on my waist and really drilled into me
. . . I was shutting my eyes so tight they hurt, holding my breath and
absorbing all of his thrusts, but at last, I could feel my cock harden that
little bit more like it usually does before I cum, my balls retracted and
he was going at it like a crazed machine, first it was a huge shot of
crystal clear liquid, thick and sticky against my leg, then he drove into
me, his hands still gripping me tightly, and I was shooting across the
room.  I sighed as my aching balls released their load, and with all this
buildup, I came so much, so hard all over the place.  Dad didn't stop
. . . he gritted his teeth and nibbled at my ear as he shot his load so
deep inside me, and then relaxed for a short moment, maybe fifteen seconds,
he was still rock hard, and then, like usual, he began to fuck me harder
than he had that day, and within five minutes he unloaded again into me.
Now dad was done.  He pulled me up to him, his cock still deep inside me,
and gently thrust into me, kissing me, massaging me, telling me that he
loved me . . .

We got into his shower, and he began soaping me and I him, he was semi hard
until he noticed that I was still rock hard for him. He looked at me and
smiled, turning me around and fucked me for a few minutes. I was jacking
off my cock and was about to cum when he stopped me.
	"Son," he looked at me, "I need you," he kissed me.  I didn't need
asking twice . . .  Dad turned around and I was pushing my way inside him,
he was as always as tight as Gregory ever was, and I could feel his inside
burning. I reached that point in him, that right angle that he had managed
to pass in me, but that was where I stopped -- I did not know how to get
into him as he got into me.

Anyway, I fucked dad hard and fast, jack-hammering away at him, horny as
fuck for him, wanting to breed him so badly as he has done to me, his huge
cock hitting my leg every now and again . . . I held his hands behind him
as the water hit his face, he was enjoying it I knew, he was so hard, I
could have made him shoot his load . . . but I had other plans for that
load. . . I was overcome with worry that Clarke would be home at any
moment, which only excited my naughty cock even more, and then I finally
came, shooting my load into dad, as deep as I possibly could. He made to
jerk himself off, but I held him back -- not that I was strong enough to
ever overpower him, but that he understood what I wanted.  I pulled out of
him and got onto my knees, picking dad's monster cock up to my lips and
sucked, tugged and swallowed at him as best as I could. I could take a bit
of him into my throat, but not too much -- more than half. Dad's balls were
receding and I could feel him harden by that small fraction I was so
familiar with . . . I pulled most of his cock out of my throat and held his
head into my mouth, jerking him off furiously with both hands, and to my
reward he came, shooting a few large loads into my mouth. . . I swallowed
what I could not savour, but the last few drops I kept in my mouth.

	"Kinky little bastard," dad smiled at me, picking me up to me feet
and kissed me, tasting his cum and massaging it deeper into my mouth with
his tongue.  Fuck that was great . . . but at the very last moment, when it
was all over, my heart suddenly grew heavy, and I thought of Gregory . . .

Dad must have known what was on my mind.
	"We don't have to tell him anything," dad suggested, "or we could
tell him together, or I could tell him . . ."  I could not think of what to
do for the moment. Dad passed me a towel as we stepped out of the shower.

	"I need to think of a good way to tell him everything dad," I said,
very afraid of how Gregory was going to handle things, "not just about you
and me, but also my fiancée . . . how would he feel about me getting
married?"

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`Clarke's Visit -- Part Four' is in the process of completion. That may be
the final chapter in this series.

Take a read of my other stories as well;

1.	My married brother
2.	You dad
3.	Pissed off elder brother

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