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Clarke's VisitClarke's VisitI sat with dad and mom in the TV lounge, anxiously waiting, my mindbuzzing through thoughts like a bee over a field of flowers - lastChristmas, a few months ago, my brother Clarke in all of those thoughts. Ithought of him after school, in his uniform, taking off his uniform, thenswitched to watching his face as he watched some TV, watching him chew -- Iloved his strong jaws, loved everything about him. . . I got lost in themoment, and pictured him sitting beside me, and my hands wandered to theempty seat next to me where I imagined his leg to be, and I felt his arm onmy shoulder. I was going insane!Clarke had left for college a couple months ago. I had called himevery day for the first couple of weeks, emailed him countless times a day,texted even more, and still had tons of stories to share with him when hegot back.I was impatiently shaking my knee, dad looked at me several times inannoyance, but he smiled back with a knowing expression when I looked up athim. Mom and dad had felt the change after Clarke had left too. The housewas quieter, I spent less time at home, and even less time with them -- onsome nights the two of them would prolong dinner just to have aconversation with me. Dad would knock on my door, speak for a little whilebut then leave soon after my one word responses . . . he missed Clarke agreat deal too, that I was sure of. I often felt that dad lobed Clarke morethan he loved me, but I was okay with that . . .I looked up at the clock, and it was near the time that we hadexpected his arrival. One minute passed, five minutes, ten minutes, andjust as mom and I were about to simultaneously call him, we heard a honk onthe drive."Ah, he's here," dad said as calmly as he could, but even he couldnot hide his excitement. I was out the door and walked really fast -- okayI did run a little, shoving dad out of the way -- to Clarke's car and gavehim the tightest, most heartfelt hug in the world. I held on a littlelonger, and so did he, trying to force our bodies to behave, but I figuredno one would notice the stirring in our pants. In a moment I felt dad'shands rest on my back and pull me closer to Clarke as he joined in."Okay, you guys are going to suffocate me!" Clarke managed toprotest.I was smiling ear to ear, and so was Clarke. He was a little nervous as helooked at me, and dad was making small talk with him, mom gave him a hugthat rivaled both mine and dads put together, she appraised his appearance,and was happy. He looked pretty much the same. A little manlier for somereason, but I could not have cared what he looked like. Clarke was backhome!!!!That day was spent just chatting, catching up. Mom prepared a light lunch,dad asked Clarke a lot of questions, mom had to stop him several times andask him to give Clarke a chance to eat something. His lips looked soappealing . . . I mostly listened, and watched, just drawing him in. God Iloved him. Once again I could see him in the flesh, take in all of hisamazing features. I was rock hard under the table, and thankfully there wasno need to worry about anything.After lunch we helped cleared up the back porch table and chatted somemore, and then Clarke said that he wanted to go for a drive with me. Dadsuggested that he join us, saying that Clarke had driven all morning, butmy hero said that he was okay, he wanted to spend some time with me andstuff, and dad eased off.The sun was still quite strong at about five pm, and Clarke drove to thelocal park. On our way there he asked about school, about me and stuff ingeneral. The place was fairly quiet, we could hear k**s playing not too faroff, a gentle breeze made the leaves rustle now and again, but on thewhole, we could easily find a quiet spot. We chatted as we walked along apath, and not too long after came to a little corner formed by shrubberyand a tree. Knowing that there was no one around, he innocently walked intothe thicket. I looked right, then left, suddenly he grabbed me in with himand pushed me up against the tree. I sucked in some air, and then his hot,moist lips were locked with mine . . . ah I missed this . . .At first it was hard and demanding, like gulping fresh cool water after along run. Then he would kiss me gently, and then just look at me . . . hiseyes caught the sunlight several times, I loved those eyes . . . he wouldsay my name and hold me tightly to himself, kissing my neck, careful not tocause any marks, his crotch was grinding against mine, occasionally hisbelt would hurt me but I never complained . . . I missed kissing him toomuch. I felt his strong back, his firm arms, and his hard abs . . . I wasso turned on, and he just didn't stop kissing me."Clarke," I panted to him, but he held my face in place as hesucked and lapped at my lips, I was about to cream my pants from all hisgrinding . . . my strong big brothers hard throbbing weiner rubbing againstme through my shorts, his hairy legs rubbing against mine, the hardabrasive tree trunk at my back, his demanding hands all over me, and hisscent just filling my nostrils, intoxicating me . . . I shot five goodloads in my pants, stifling my moans against his lips, and the stud-devilClarke giggling as he kissed my neck, driving me over the edge, loving thefeel of his little b*o ecstatically cumming in his arms.I felt terribly uncomfortable after that, my shorts were wet with thicksticky cum. Clarke was undoing my belt, still kissing me lightly."What if some one sees!" I whispered, I asked him to stop, saying'no' a few times, but he assured me that we were perfectly fine, I lostmost of my inhibition, and he was crouching at my waist, his face levelwith my still hard weiner, coated with fresh warm cum. He took me rightinto his mouth, taking me in almost to the base. I was waiting to feel hisnose poke against me as it always did, but it didn't . . . maybe it'sbecause he hadn't in a long time . . . Clarke was sucking me clean,licking my balls and short pubes, his hands gripping my shaft and makingsure that he got the last drop, literally sucking at my urethral openinglike a straw, I began to soften a little, but only just.I lifted him onto his feet and kissed him hard, shifting my weight andswitching positions with him, I kissed him and as I did he helped to get myshorts done. I was kissing his neck, undoing his jeans and his handssettled over mine."It's getting late," he said, pulling me back up to my feet,kissing me . . . that made me feel a bit rejected. I am certain he noticed. . . he kissed me again, this time in the in one of the most loving waysimaginable.He gave my butt a good fondle and held me in his arms, lookingdown at me, "we have all night Greg," he smiled, "there," he kissed me,"is," kissed again, "so," again, "much," kiss, "I," kissed again, this timemore deeply, and I could feel his hardness in his pants, "wanna do to youGregory. . ."He kissed me some more, and finally, with a groan, forced himself to stopas the sun grew weaker. Only then did I realize how late it had gotten.We walked to his car, his arm on my shoulder, unquestioningly brothers._________________________________________ The drive back home was torturous. I was rock hard all the way, andI had a feeling of intense burning in my chest . . . with Gregory besideme, my lips and mouth grew dry -- I could taste the strong flavor of hiscum all over my tongue, and each time I heard him breathe my heart skippeda beat. I was so in love with him, though I still felt a deep feeling ofbetrayal."We will have the entire night all to ourselves!" I heard himwhisper in excitement as we pulled up the drive. I smiled heartily at hishandsome 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 mybeing . . .Mom and dad stayed up with us late into the night, finally after manyquestions 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 hestepped away for a moment, and in that moment I could have lifted mybrother up against the door and pounded the daylights out of him, but, dadwas 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 accepteduncomfortably. Dad took a seat in his chair and then looked in mydirection."So," he took a sip and swallowed, wearing his enquiring face, "youfound a young lady for yourself yet son?" a knot developed in my stomach, Imust have turned a shade of red, and then I shook my head in thenegative. Dad sighed, and Gregory . . . well, at that moment I could nottell what my cute little brother was feeling. He could have been overjoyedthat I was single -- which would have made me feel some-what happy -- or hecould have felt nothing -- which would have made me feel sad that he didn'tcare."Hmmm," dad smirked, "your arms do look a little firmer," and tothat he winked at Gregory.It was a little strange, seeing the two of them be best of friends. I wasGreg's best friend, and he was mine. I forced myself to bury my jealousyand uneasiness and chuckled along with the two of them. Obviously, they hadgrown closer. I was glad for that, but also extremely jealous. Greg wasmine. And dad, well, he was a whole other ball game . . .Dad asked me loads of questions, about several concentrated topics -- sporton campus, women, classes and a wide array of random things, like the bestfood I could get my hands on, bars and my room-mates.Gregory was growing tired, and drunk. Dad had really eased up on him Inoticed. He handed my little brother drink after drink which was a littlescary, but also soothing in an odd kind of way. It meant that the two hadfound 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 statedleft.When I got back dad was sitting alone, sipping his beer and staring atnothing, 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?" heasked 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 intonothingness as well, my mind drifting into nothingness like him . . ."I missed you Clarke," dad said, his voice changing, falling to oneof his softer, gentler, and most intimate of tones."I missed you too dad," I responded. I did miss him, and at thatmoment, I found his strong chest very appealing, the large bulge in hisshorts brought back so many memories of my younger years . . . "where isGreg?" I asked him, wheeling myself back into the present."He said that he was heading to bed," dad said a littledisappointed, "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'sbeen talking of spending time with you non-stop.""And you will be okay?" I asked dad, standing up, and my rock harderection pointing right at him. Dad stared at me, knowing that my passionswere not for him . . ."Of course," dad responded, standing up to, walking with me towardthe stairs, "you spend the night with him like he wants," dad maneuvered meagainst the door, his hands on my neck and my steel-hard-pole, "tomorrowmorning when your mother and brother leave," he lowered his head andnibbled at my lips, pressing his own rock hard member against me, "you haulyour ass into my bed," he kissed me deeply, hard and demandingly, "this,"he grabbed my ass and pressed me against him hard, suffocating me againstthe closed door, "belongs to me."I took a moment to gather myself after he left for bed, and then walkedupstairs myself. Dad was always a demanding lover . . . I liked it a lot.Gregory was at his computer, checking emails I suppose, or just chatting alittle with a friend, he looked at me and smiled when I walked in. He hadsigned out and logged off by the time I had walked across the room andlanded on the bed with a thud, my face in my hands and my elbows resting onmy knees.Gregory was on his knees before me, looking up at my face, I looked back athim hungrily, hard as fuck. In no time I felt him ease me fully on my backas he tackled my belt buckle, fumbling in his desperation. My pants flewacross the room, and he pulled out my hard throbbing big b*o cock throughthe fly of my shorts. I was numb, but I could feel his lips and tonguework me, lapping up my semen, sweat and traces of urine. Fuck this k**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 outmy 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 feelhis tongue licking at the underside base of my shaft, right between myballs, full of cum, waiting for him to suck right out of me. Gregorymanipulated my raging cock for all it was worth, bringing me near the edgeand then easing off, again and again, until I could take it no more andlost it. Like the pro he was, he knew when his big b*o was going to shootand managed to rest my firing cock-head in his mouth, taking all of my seedinto his mouth, tasting me, savoring me, moaning in pleasure, with me as Iunloaded spoonfuls into his hot mouth. I heard him swallow my entire loadin one great gulp, and felt his lips scour my hardness for any straystrands of my pearly white man cream."Fuck Greg . . ." I said to him, lifting his face up to mine sothat I could kiss him. His mouth tasted sweet, not with just the taste ofmy cum, but from his own flavor, his tongue soft, yet strong. I could feelsoft stubble against his face, his smooth muscle rubbing against my chest,his slightly hairy legs rubbing close against mine as we got entangled inbed like so many times before . . . in that moment I knew that I wasalive. All manner of drunkenness fled away as I realized I had the love ofmy life in my arms, and I took over, pulling off his shirt, pinning him tothe bed as I licked and kissed his neck, his chest, his arms, feeling himin my hands, my k** brother, this hot little stud . . . he kissed back,biting my ears gently, I loved when he did that. . . I bit and nibbled athis hardened nipples, supple and red in the dim light from the moonoutside.I had to have him, had to get deep inside him, show him how precious he wasto me, how much I loved him . . . his pants slid of easily, and by instincthe moved his legs apart, making place for me in his most intimate ofplaces. I licked my finger and found that his entrance was moist, smoothand slid in easily. He was tight . . . so tight . . . I got even harder, ifthat was possible . . . I reached in with my finger, gently finding my wayto 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 lovedkissing him, it excited him, being in my complete control, and that inreturn made me happy, hard and horny for him. Three fingers in and he wasnear heaven. I had made him orgasm six times this way, his large cock softand throbbing in pleasure, oozing pre-cum. I lapped it all up, and kissedhim deeply, hard, pressing myself against him, chest to chest, the onlyspace between our bodies being the air pockets between our hairs.My hard cock was nudging at his soft, flaccid cock, his heavy balls makingcontact 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 . . . Ikissed his little Adam's apple, pinched at his nipples, and moved mydripping hardness closer to his hot waiting hole, my little brothersoffering grandbetting giriş of love. . .I slid in with little trouble. He was pushing out big time, which made thefeeling that much more intense, it had been such a long while since I hadbeen inside him . . . I slid in only a little, spending some time at thedepth of his prostate, teasing him, pleasuring him with the head of my hardcock, rubbing the two together, gently, softly, and making love to him, tohis body and soul with my lips, my hands and my big b*o cock.Gregory orgasmed again with my manipulation on his prostate, another dryand yet fulfilling burst of sheer pleasure. As he was coming down from hisorgasm, I gently pushed in all the way in, his smooth balls resting againstme, tickled by my short pubic hair. I just stayed still a moment, feelinghis insides, feeling his body pulse against my hardness, his heart againstmy chest. I looked down at him, and he opened his eyes. I lowered my headand kissed him, beginning to drive into him as deep as I could, which wasall of me, and then pull out just an inch, then back in again, gainingspeed and momentum, kissing him hard and fucking him deep, fast anddesperately.A moan escaped his lips, and I placed a hand over his mouth, kissing hisneck, his chest and holding one of his legs up as I rested against hischest and pounded him like I hadn't in a long time. Greg's cock was sohard, and dripping cum like crazy, now and again he neared orgasm, andwould emit some of his sweet cum between us, making his cock slide morefreely and pleasurably between us. I changed my depth and my speed often,my lips barely separating from his, holding him suspended in a state ofperpetual orgasm, his prostate on fire . . . I could feel it each time Imade him cum, his anal muscles would freeze, tighten and attempt to push meout of him, and that would make me drive in deeper, harder and with greaterdesperation, each and every time.We must have been at it for hours . . . we had changed positions over andover again, Gregory was moaning and whimpering against me non-stop, I wasrock hard, having prolonged my orgasm over and over again, to hispleasure. I could hear a cock crow somewhere in the distance; we had beenbreeding all night and were well into the morning. Gregory was in suchintense pleasure and he was so weak, worn out by my relentless breeding, Iloved it and could not bring myself to stop . . . his silky canal felt sofine 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 myentire 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 tothe 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, hisbody as well as mine was covered in sweat, I'm certain the room was filledwith the scent of our relentless fucking and love-making, I for one wascontent, and that he was not begging me not to stop I knew that he was in agood place, he had had his fill. . .I dove deep into Gregory, feeling the pressure of my thrusts inside himagainst the mattress, hearing him whimper made me go crazy with lust. . . fuck I loved this k** . . . my heavy aching balls were slammingagainst his, his tongue was wrestling with mine wearily, his body was weakand 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, buthe was still hard, not rock hard but hard non-the-less, and I was so turnedon by his submission . . . I kissed him, deeply, grazing mymoustache-stubble against his softer lips, pressing harder against him,long-dicking his sweet tender ass . . . holding on so tightly, my mindfighting 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 hisentire insides were fighting me, forcing me out of him, yet paving a smoothand slick crevice for me, and then, when he could take it no more, when hebegan to orgasm for the last time, when he had to bite into the pillowbelow him to mask his intense feeling of pleasure turned to soreness andpain, when he shut his eyes so tight I was certain he would black out, Ishot several, hot, thick sticky ropes of cum deep inside him, right intohis very bowels, breeding my little brother, marking him as my own, with myseed, completing the session of our coupling for the night . . . I felt myballs lighten, felt my entire body relax and give up, my brain telling mynerves and muscles `mission accomplished.'I let out a soft but guttural sigh of pleasure, pounding my little brotherthe hardest in those final thrusts, driving him across the bed, grippinghim so tight I was sure to leave a few red marks on him. . ."Greg . . ." I whispered to him, kissing him gently on his neck, "Ilove you," but he was already asleep . . .The last thought on my mind before I dozed off myself, still planted deepinside him, still thick and filled with blood, my semi-soft breederreleasing its last drops of cum, was dad, and that I'm sure, kept me hardall night.The next morning I was exhausted beyond dead. Gregory kissed megoodbye rather quietly and sadly as he left for school, I did not see momas she left for work, but dad however, he pounced into Gregory's bed assoon as her car left the drive."Son!" He growled into my ear. There was a side to him I think thatonly I have seen. Not even mom. Dad was very possessive with me, veryprotective, however he would let me do anything and support me, and yetalso very firm. I could feel his hard cock press into my back as he humpedhis 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 thefresh smell of sex as the covers left, all my sweet love making withGregory. . .There were things that Greg did not know . . . things from when he and Iwere not as close as we had grown, of course, now I could and would notwant 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, myhands and arms, my chest, stomach, which he rubbed gently -- I always lovedwhen 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 hebent down closer and touched my lips with his."I am sorry for being so forceful last night," dad said, a littlesad, "and for just coming into your bed Clarke" He was never forceful withme, 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 wantme to," He looked into my eyes, searching. I still said nothing. I couldfeel his hardness on me, throbbing, and the wetness of it . . . there was asmall puddle of his pre cum on my abs. I was still silent. He shut his eyesfor a moment, and made a move to leave. This was the man who gave meeverything -- all that I asked for, and all that he wanted me to have. Hegave me life, and all the love in the world. I felt a little ungrateful fora moment. I wanted him gone . . . but I remember how hurt he was the lasttime, when he found out that I had fallen in love with Greg. Dad washeartbroken."I love Gregory, but you are my baby boy Clarke, my first borne, myson, with a capital 'S', my first." He said to me. His voice was thick andsad. I understood that it was not so much that he was as horny as fuck forme, or that he just wanted to have some hot kinky sex with me. Sex with dadwas always great, his cock was bigger and heavier than me, he shotamazingly thick and copious loads, he could fuck like a sex machine forhours and not cum until I was satisfied. A few times in the past he wouldnot cum at all, those were rare occasions where he wore me out and I fellasleep, and other times I got down on my knees, and made love to the cockof my creation with my lips and mouth, urging him to shoot his load intome.I understood from a very early age that sex with dad was pure, untaintedintimate love. When he was breeding me, or I him, he felt a connection, arenewed oneness with me - something that he has felt with no other. This hedisclosed 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 hurthim again, "I love you too dad," I kissed him quickly after that, full anddeep, "I would like you to stay." His face brightened like I had not seenit in a long time -- except when he first saw me as I pulled in fromcampus. He held off for one entire day. Dad was my champion. I had alwayswanted to be like him when I was older . . . still do . . . I want to havehis huge, hard throbbing heavy cock. And be able to give my sons everythingas he has for me and Greg.Dad responded well to my kiss. He kissed back, running his hands through myshort hair, and lifting my pelvis off the bed. I opened my legs, and hemade 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 andheld it there . . . Dad had not penetrated me in a long time . . .I could feel his huge cock head throbbing at my entrance, and he wasalready breathing heavily. He began to push and slowly he entered me, alittle at first, but then the more that got in, the easier it was for therest. Dad's cock had a baseball shape -- largest at the top, and narrowestat the bottom, but even his narrowest part was quiet wide. I could feel himget deep, feel the pressure building as he reached my depth, and then, hishands were on my waist, he looked into my eyes, I nodded and then felt himenter that point where only he could reach. It was beyond the right angleof my passage. He pushed in way beyond my prostate, beyond my bladder andthe inner end of my dick, he was so deep that I was sure as in the past ifI looked at my stomach, I could see him slide slowly into me just below mynavel.Dad was HUGE. I was huffing and puffing, more in pleasure than pain, but itdid hurt by a fraction. He was always gentle -- at first. When I gotaccustomed to his size I knew that he would pound away at me for all I wasworth.My own cock was as hard as a rock, and each graze against my prostate senta huge globule of pre-cum running straight out my cock."Dad," I moved a little uncomfortably. He bent down lower, andbegan to kiss me, massaging my stomach right above his cock, and I couldfeel him, his hands on me. I could feel his cock massage me from theinside, feel his hand touch his cock from outside -- it was an electrifyingexperience. Dad kissed me, his tongue wrestling with mine, his handsmassaging my stomach and chest, his legs pushing mine apart, and he wasthrusting 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, Icould 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 onfire you know that?" Ah, yes, well, I knew that . . . it was mutual. Icould not believe that I had managed to stay away from, him for such a longtime.Dad moved out a few inches, and then back in, slowly and did this a fewmore times. When his thrusting grew easier, he stopped and buried himselfdeeply inside me, pushing himself hard against me as if he could get indeeper. 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 feelinghim so deep, the length of his and intensity of his hard cock against myprostate, along my inner canals were so intense. After what seemed like ashort time, dad lowered my legs and began to draw then closertogether. Fuck did I love when he was about to do next . . .My legs were closed, and from past experiences, I crossed them at myankles. Dad was still deep inside me, my balls were resting in his shirtpubic hair, slightly tickled, and his abdomen was resting on mine, my cockflattened 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, feelit rub against my most intimate places. His shaft was stimulating myperineum and my balls, his mouth was having its own way with mine, hishands just floating around me, caressing me, and he, my dad was making loveto me. his legs were on either side of mine, and he was slowly driving hisdaddy-cock inside of me, causing me to tense up and hold my breath withcountless prostate orgasms, mild and gentle. He wouldn't want to make mecum just yet, he was far from done . . .When he was near his own orgasm, he pulled right out of me and stood on hisknees, his gloriously massive man meat throbbing, red and dripping with hispre-sum and my anal lube, he looked down at me, smiled and winked as heindicated that he wanted me to get up. He turned me around, and held me upas he rested his knees between mine, holding my neck as he rested his chestagainst my back and began kissing me while re-entering me. This positiongave my prostate such a good session. The angle ensured that there wasalways pressure from his side as he pushed into me, and my stomach, itlooked 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 metight, I just shut my eyes in anticipation . . . he was driving into melike a wild a****l, fast and hard, deep and without relent. I was holdingmy breath, letting out long moans of pleasure, grunting, telling him tostop when the pleasure grew too intense, but he never stopped till he wasnear his orgasm, at which point he would pull out completely, and make mechange positions.This time he picked me up and lifted me against a wall, my legs restingaround him, his face in my chest and his lips playing with my hardnipples. 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 startagain. He did this to me all morning, on the bed, against the wall, on thedesk, chair, with me standing up, riding him as he lay on the bed, holdingon to the door, and then he grew tired of the bedroom. He took me into theshower, opened the cold water full on us both as he fucked away at myass. I could feel his heavy balls hit against mine when ever in theappropriate position. They felt heavy with thick copious amounts of my dadscum . . . I so badly wanted to take him into my mouth and taste him, butknew that he would not let me just yet . . .It felt great, icy cold water on our hot sweaty bodies, again he had meagainst the wall, then we were standing up, facing each other, then himbehind me, and each time he would do the same thing -- I could have tons ofintense prostate orgasms, and just when I was about to shoot my load, hewould stop, kiss me for a while, and change positions. He must have fuckedme 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 upin his bed. Dad really had his own way with me in his bed . . . he threw meon my hands and knees, held me down and entered me quickly, but fucked mefor nearly twenty minutes straight, half the day was gone, it was onethirty, and Gregory would be home in an hour -- roughly. Dad for the lasttime pulled out of me, kissed me grandbetting yeni giriş for a mighty long time, never allowing mycock to lose its hardness, but also never allowing me to shoot. Hemotioned for me to stand up, and place my right leg on a stool as heentered me, his hand once again on my abdomen, I could still feel all thesensations . . .Dad pounded me so good, he made me have several long prostate orgasms, andthen, 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 andabsorbing all of his thrusts, but at last, I could feel my cock harden thatlittle bit more like it usually does before I cum, my balls retracted andhe was going at it like a crazed machine, first it was a huge shot ofcrystal clear liquid, thick and sticky against my leg, then he drove intome, his hands still gripping me tightly, and I was shooting across theroom. I sighed as my aching balls released their load, and with all thisbuildup, 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 sodeep 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 harderthan 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 heloved me . . .We got into his shower, and he began soaping me and I him, he was semi harduntil he noticed that I was still rock hard for him. He looked at me andsmiled, turning me around and fucked me for a few minutes. I was jackingoff 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 needasking 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 insideburning. I reached that point in him, that right angle that he had managedto pass in me, but that was where I stopped -- I did not know how to getinto him as he got into me.Anyway, I fucked dad hard and fast, jack-hammering away at him, horny asfuck for him, wanting to breed him so badly as he has done to me, his hugecock hitting my leg every now and again . . . I held his hands behind himas the water hit his face, he was enjoying it I knew, he was so hard, Icould have made him shoot his load . . . but I had other plans for thatload. . . I was overcome with worry that Clarke would be home at anymoment, which only excited my naughty cock even more, and then I finallycame, shooting my load into dad, as deep as I possibly could. He made tojerk himself off, but I held him back -- not that I was strong enough toever overpower him, but that he understood what I wanted. I pulled out ofhim and got onto my knees, picking dad's monster cock up to my lips andsucked, tugged and swallowed at him as best as I could. I could take a bitof him into my throat, but not too much -- more than half. Dad's balls werereceding and I could feel him harden by that small fraction I was sofamiliar with . . . I pulled most of his cock out of my throat and held hishead into my mouth, jerking him off furiously with both hands, and to myreward he came, shooting a few large loads into my mouth. . . I swallowedwhat 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 feetand kissed me, tasting his cum and massaging it deeper into my mouth withhis tongue. Fuck that was great . . . but at the very last moment, when itwas 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 couldtell him together, or I could tell him . . ." I could not think of what todo 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 youand me, but also my fiancée . . . how would he feel about me gettingmarried?"I had decided to get things straight with Greg as soon aspossible. I had a whole week before I left home, and then I had to headback to college. He was so happy. I was happy. The entire family was happy.Gregory was fiddling with my tuner as we drove off, switching from oneradio station to another. Normally I would be annoyed if someone else didthat, but not for him. I love Gregory so much, I would do anything for him."So where are we going?" Gregory asked me. I had made sure thateverything I had packed would go unnoticed as he got into the car."It's a surprise Greg," I smiled as I responded, eyes focused onthe road as I took an off ramp out of town. Gregory relaxed, sitting closerto me, his hand resting on my thigh as I drove. Right then and there, Icould have pulled the car over and fucked him on the highway. I didn't carewho saw, but I did care who saw him. No one gets to see him react to thethings I do to him but me."Clarke!" Gregory exclaimed when he realized the route I wastaking. He was excited I could tell. Several kilometers out of town therewas a little reserve where dad had a decent sized cabin. It was rustic, noelectricity, just a solar heater for hot water, and a fire place in twobedrooms and the lounge."Wish we could just stay there forever," Gregory said a littlesadly, "just you and me, holed up in that cabin all day and night." I gotreally hard quickly thinking about that. Making love, breeding all day andnight, taking walks through the forest, and having awesome sex in the greatoutdoors . . ."I promise I'll make it count," I said to him. I just hoped that Iwouldn't spoil things. I planned to tell him everything tonight, afterdinner. I brought him here so that if he wanted to, he could lash out. Herarely does, in fact I could only clearly remember a handful of occasionswhere he was so pissed off, either with me, or dad, or mom, orwhatever. Not pretty sights. Good thing I was able to calm him down. Forthe most part, Gregory was surprisingly strong. Dad and I had planned theevening to the last detail. We decided that it would be best to tellGregory after dinner. It was just past six am at the moment, I parkedoutside the cabin.I unloaded the vehicle and moved our things into the cabin. As soon as Iset things down I couldn't breathe. Gregory had pushed me against thekitchen counter and had his tongue down my throat. I could feel his armsaround me, holding my head, touching my body as far as he could reach, thenhe was undoing my belt."Whoa, Greg," I sighed as he took my semi hard cock into his mouth,swallowing me whole as I grew and filled his mouth and throat. I know whathe wanted, and so I let him have it, even though the car was still idlingoutside, and the door was slightly ajar. The nearest cabin was a full daywalk away, and he and I had this place all to our selves. There was a nicesecluded spot on the lake, surrounded by some trees and a cliff rightbehind the cabin. The entire clearing around the cabin was surrounded bythick forestry, and the small dock on the lake was hidden also. We were sofar away from civilization, it was both scary and exhilarating. Cell phonecoverage was good, as long as the battery lasted.My dick was coated in thick saliva, rock hard like a steel pole, ready fora good fuck. I reached down and picked Greg up until he was level with me,eye to eye. I looked into them, beautiful, seeing how much he loved me, andhoping he knew how much I loved him too. I kissed his lips gently, softly,tenderly sucking at his lips as he demanded more from me, rubbing hiscrotch against mine."Stop," I said abruptly, pulling away from him, "this isn't right,"I said.He looked at me a little confused and I gave him a wicked grin as I bentdown eagerly and buried my face in his pants. He was beautifully hard. Ihastily undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. Fuck. Mylittle b*o had the most beautiful cock in the world. I took it right in,straight down till I could feel his pubes against my stubble, and only whenI couldn't take his hair tickling my nose did I pull off. I had himgroaning and panting as I worked his cock, and when he said my name Islipped my finger into his mouth, he got it nice and wet, fucking turningme on as he swallowed my fingers in pure lust.With my newly slicked up fingers I began to assault his ass, first playingwith his opening, then I slowly and gently slipped a finger in. He wasgloriously smooth and wet inside, still holding in my morning load insidehim. I removed my finger and sucked on it briefly as he begged me to put itback inside. I used three fingers, he was tight, as always, and the missionof fitting three of my fingers inside himwas so exciting. I was still ashard as steel, and wanted to jerk off so bad bud decided that I wanted himto have full pleasure. Slowly but surely Greg, my little champ relaxed totake in all three of my digits. I stiid up, still buried deep inside him,pulling his crotch against mine, our cocks rubbing against each otyherbetween our bellies, and my hand up his beautiful ass. I rubbed hisprostate from the inside, and his cock with mine from the outside, using myfree hand to touch and play with his nipples as I kissed him.It was a deep and passionate kiss. I love him so much. I reached deep intohis throat with my tongue, and deep into his ass with my fingers, neverneglecting his prostate with my three fingers. He was moaning in ecstasyand I knew it, when his lips froze and his voice went a few notes higher. . . he froze for just a second, a mere second and then he was shootingall over me, thick forceful ropes of hot cum all over my vovk and abs. FuckGreg made me hot. I continued humping him, playing with his prostate as heheld on to me for support.His arms were around me and he was breathing in my ear he was calling myname and then I lost it. I couldn't take it. I shot my load on him, coatinghis cock, mixing our cum together. He was powerless against me, weak in theknees and panting like he'd run a marathon. He bent down and swallowed mycock again, taking me all the way down his hot throat, coaxing all the cumright out of me with his sucking. When he was done I did the same to him,and maneuvered my head so that I could reach his ass with my mouth. I couldtaste it, my cum in his ass and feel his smooth wet ass against my lips andtongue. Fuck this k** did it for me.I made a mental note, not to have any form of sex with him for the rest ofthe day, after lunch. I was going to breed with him one last time before Itold him everything. If he hated me after that I would have the memory, andmaybe I would show him how much I loved him that he would take the newswell.Farewell Clarke"So, does this mean that things have to change?" I asked Clarke, mybrother.He was sitting behind me on our bed while I studied at the desk. I chosenot to look at him, because I was certain that he would say that everythingwould now be different.How could they not be?He was going away to college, I would see him over Christmas . . . maybe,and that was about all the certainty that I could think of. In those fewmoments that he took to answer me, I had imagined him living his life awayfrom home. He would find a girl friend, bring her home some day, call me`buddy' or `b*o' or perhaps use my full name, Gregory. Usually, it would bejust `Greg', and he would be right beside me, or on me, chest to chest,between hard passionate kisses --"No," I froze when I heard that word come from his lips, "nothingwill change."He sounded so sure, but a bitter-sweet feeling ran through my body. Hewould miss me as much as I would miss him, he hated leaving home.I continued to stare at the screen, disbelieving what he had said. It wasinevitable. The distance alone would change things - from spending everywaking moment, and every u*********s one with me, to not seeing me at all,not touching me. He was a very horned up guy, like every other eighteenyear old man, but our whole life, I was always his outlet. Sure,occasionally, okay, more than occasionally, there would be this girl orthat, but they never meant anything deep to him -- or perhaps I ammistaken?Maybe I was being overly conceited to think that his entire world revolvedaround me, his sixteen year old brother."Gregory . . ." there we go, he had already started using my fullname . . . "my entire world revolves around you" I smiled then, at hiswords coinciding with my thoughts. I guess he used my name to express hisseriousness then. Alright, so things weren't as bad as I thought theywere. However, it felt as if my entire world was caving in. To me, it feltas if I had to depart with something huge in my life, like my senses. Couldyou imagine what it would be like, spending the last few days with yoursense of smell, or taste, sight or hearing? How could I go on, or find anew equilibrium in life? But I had to, because, he was not mine, and he hada life, and if I had to suck it up and let him go, then I would do it. Iloved him that much, that I would not hold him back.Clarke was standing behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, rubbing themwith his strong fingers. The discussion of his departure was not new, hehad spoken with me first before he made any decisions, and I `approved' allof them, in his words. I didn't think that I had the right to approveanything in his life. Clarke was my hero. I needed his approval, not theother way around.He bent down and kissed the top of my head, the only person I ever allowedto mess up my hair. He lingered there. I imagined his eyes were closed, ashe rested his forehead on my head. A flash ran through my mind, of timeswhen I would do or say something that he liked, and he would do that, messup my hair. It annoyed me a few times in the beginning, but I learned thatit was one of his many ways of showing me his intimacy, and love."We should go down for dinner," he said, letting go of myshoulders, straightening up."Alright, I just have one more paragraph to this chapter."He had walked to the door, and was about to open it when he turned around."Greg?" he called to me softly. I turned to him, "Never forget howmuch I love you." He had an uncertain look on his face, as if I wouldsomehow forget. I doubted even myself. I thought that I would."I won't Clarke," I smiled back at him. But it was an empty smile.He must have noticed, he stood there a moment, biting his lip."Promise?" he asked, looking intently at my face."I promise Clarke, I will never forget."He just nodded, opened his mouth as if to say something but walked away andshut the door.I was being ripped apart on the inside. I felt hot tears rise up to myeyes, but forced them away. My face was getting hot, and my hands weretrembling a little. I took a few deep breaths and forced myself torelax. There was a knock on our door."Son?" It was dad, "Greg?" he called and peeked inside. I looked atmy screen, hoping that I would not have to look at him."Dinner is ready, you better come down," he said. Dad was awesome,of course, I knew no other man like him, but from what I heard fromfriends, my dad was considered the best."Just a sec," I responded. He agreed and then left, shutting thedoor behind him.What the hell, I thought. There was no way that I was going to completeanything tonight. I headed downstairs."You alright Greg?" mom asked as I entered through the kitchen."Yeah?" I asked back. `Hmm,' was all she said. But the look shegave me said that she knew better. Maybe my eyes were a little red."I'm just a little tired from all grandbetting güvenilirmi the reading," I half lied.All through dinner I noticed mom and dad pass looks from me to Clarke. Dadspoke to us, just about school, and talked a bit about a project he wasworking on at work, and mom about her flowers and vegetables in the backgarden, the usual stuff. Clarke and I however, did not speak to each other.He looked up from his plate, and instinctively I passed him some water, hishand lingered on mine just a second longer than was necessary when theglassed passed between us, dad noticed, Clark smiled and said thanks andcontinued with his meal beside me.I loved sitting with him at dinner. When we were younger he would alwayscut up my stuff into smaller bits before getting to his own food, and hewould always make me eat my veggies and stuff, teaching me about howimportant it was. Even now, or at least for as long as he would be around,he would continue to teach me everything he could.Dad and Clarke retired to the T.V lounge after dinner, chatting some moreabout plans for college, and stuff that he had to do and check out. Ilistened while I helped mom with the dishes. Dad and mom always spent timetogether after work, they would cook together and talk till we came downfor dinner, and after, I would help mom. Clarke would usually help dad withthe lawn and pool and stuff. We all had duties, and as mom and dad taughtus, it would keep us close and help us bond.I sat opposite dad in the T.V lounge for a bit with Clarke and mom, who wasdoing some of her sewing next to dad. He and Clarke were watching a littlebit of a soccer game."I'm off to bed honey," mom said and kissed dad on the lips, "Nightboys,""Night mom," Clarke and I replied together.After some time, Clarke said that he would be off too, so as to get anearly start in the morning. Dad said good night and continued watching thegame. I gazed at the T.V, but did not pay attention."You doing alright Greg?" dad asked. Crap. I needed to pull myselftogether!"Yeah, just a little tired dad," I said to him, making myselfbelieve my lies, "I'm just concerned with my exams in a few days.""Anything in particular on you mind son?" he asked, now watchingme, and giving me his full attention."Nothing I can't handle," I said, "I'll be in tip-top shape in notime!" I assured. I was dedicated to my studies. They all knew that."Okay," dad said, standing up, "remember, if there is anything youneed help with, do not hesitate to come to me," he looked at me with hisserious face for a moment and I nodded in response. This would be hisattempt to let me know that after Clarke left, he would be more than gladto fill in the gaps. He said that he was going to bed. It was a Fridaynight, so, I could stay up late.I switched off the T.V shortly after he left, turned out the lights andwent to brush my teeth.Clarke was in bed when I got there. He was lying on his back, staring atthe ceiling. My PC was still on, I turned that off too."You can continue studying you know," Clarke said, "I'm not thatsleepy yet.""Neither am I." I smiled at him in the darkness, my eyes quicklyadjusting to notice his bare chest, strong and hard . . . He looked a lotlike me, or rather, I turned out a lot like him. I looked like a youngerversion of Clarke, we were both muscular, and our grey eyes were the same,our noses, and bushy eyebrows - except hair styles. Mine was a littlelonger and spiked a bit, and his was shorter, brushed in a very handsomeside path.Even our hands looked the same, except his had a few scars from foolingaround while growing up in different places than mine had.He smiled back at me -- and, I loved how his stubble was so much harderthan mine."Oh yeah?" he raised an eyebrow. I lay beside him, just a fewinches away, my hands resting on my chest, looking up at the ceiling aswell. We talked for a bit, about going to the mall to get a few things, andthen, when things grew a little darker as the hall light went out --signifying that dad was going to bed, Clarke pulled me closer to him, hishands on my arm, and his lips close to my ear."My world revolves around you Greg," he said to me, in a deepwhisper. He kissed my jaw, and then my neck. I lay still, unresponsive tohis affection. He began to withdraw, I felt his hands loosen on my arm. Istared at the ceiling for a bit, wondering about what must be going throughhis mind. I was placing a distance between us, I knew that I had been forseveral days now . . . being less intimate with him, pretending that hisleaving didn't mean anything . . . that I was going to be okay. Only atthat moment, when he was withdrawing from me did I realize that by doingthis I was hurting him, which was the last thing I had wanted to do."Will you promise me something Clarke?" I asked him in thedarkness, as he slowly turned onto his back again, keeping his hands awayfrom me, completely removing his contact with me."Anything Greg," his voice was still that deep whisper, but hesounded woeful. That hurt me more than anything, and I realized that he washurting more than me. I was being selfish."Promise you will never forget how much I love you?" I asked him,turning to him, placing my hand on his chest, tracing its way around hismuscles, between his pectorals, moving to his hard abdomen, then back up."Of course," he said, taking my hand in his, lifting them up to hislips, "that I will never forget, no matter what," he kissed them and hisother hand crept beneath my back, taking a hold of my shoulder as he pulledme toward himself again, till I was almost on him. I looked into his eyes,and he looked into mine.He looked so handsome in the moonlight from our windows, which is not meantto sound conceited, as this compliments myself as well.I drew closer, to him, and then he changed positions, in one deft movement,he was now above me, our hands still clasped between us, and we were chestto chest, I could feel his hardness against me, and his hardon, throbbingbut unmoving on my stomach. I placed my free hand at the back of his headand pulled his to myself, lightly kissing his lips with mine, he respondedthe same way, gently, intimately, rubbing my hand in his, holding the backof my head. I opened my mouth a little, tentatively licking his lips, andhe did the same. We were on the same page.My hand traveled down his back, pulling him tighter against me at thewaist, making his throbbing weiner dig into me through his shorts, and nexthe was grinding against me, his tongue exploring my mouth.He let out a little chuckle, and so did I . . . we were acting like a newlywed couple."This is good," he said to me, and continued kissing me, both hishands on either side of my face, rubbing my jaws and ears, pressing hisforehead against mine as he took in a breath, and dove his hot tongue backinto my mouth. I had both my hands on his shoulders, his body had grown hotso quickly, and he was becoming moist, I could smell it radiating off ofhim . . . I loved it.He would have been happy doing this all night, I knew he would, but Iwanted to give him something more. I moved my hands to the front of hisshorts, and when he didn't object, only kissed me harder, I slipped themin, touching his hot, wet weiner. I couldn't help it, I lifted my wetfinger to my lips and he chuckled again as I licked them, and then, he wentback to kissing me.Sure, I had jerked him off before, and much more, but we were a littledistant over the past few weeks, and he had never once or persuaded orinfluenced me to get intimate with him. He was always like that.I pushed him away for a second, and indicated that I wanted to get ontop. I moved away from his lips and traveled down his chest, kissing andteasing his hard nipples, he was breathing so deeply, and his hard shaft inmy hand only got wetter. I kissed and nibbled my way down to his hardnessafter a few minutes.After removing his shorts I placed my lips over his foreskin and sucked outall of his pre-cum, savoring his essence, and then pulled back the skin,and started taking him in, as much as I could, which was three quarter ofthe way down comfortably, I was so crazed for Clarke tonight though, Ipushed myself further, taking him in deeper, and deeper, making my way tothe base of his hardness."Greg," he called to me concerned, placing his hands on either sideof my head, gently pulling me off. I shook him away, my hands holding hisdown as I forced my brother's weiner into my throat. I loved his somuch. Before I knew it, my nose was getting tickled by his wiry trimmedpubic hairs. I lingered there for a moment, realizing that I was extremelyhard and aroused myself -- I felt as if I would cum myself without muchstimulation."Ah Greg," Clarke purred, "your such a stud!"I bobbed up and down a few times, and then came up for air. One deep breathand I was down again, taking him in back to the base."I'm gonna-" I stopped and completely withdrew as he withheld hisorgasm. I released his hands and licked his weiner head, tasting him, andthen went back to it. It seemed like a short time to me, but it was not, Iwas blowing him for quiet some time, alternating between my new foundtalents of deep throating him to rapidly blowing him regularly. I was sointo it that I did not hear him the second time, or maybe I chose to ignorehim, but I felt him shoot in my mouth, hot thick ropes of brother-essence.He shot hard into my mouth and muffled his cries of pleasure into a pillowhe pulled over his face, some of his seed escaped my lips and I chased themwhen his orgasm subsided and he stated massaging my head. Clark sat up andpulled me up, locking his lips with mine, kissing me so hard andpassionately, holding me tight against him, his fingers pressed hardagainst my arms and jaws.His lips moved away from my lips and wandered to my neck -- he was carefulnot to leave marks -- then to me chest where the same teasing I gave hisnipples was paid back. He was better than I at this I assumed, he pushed myonto my back, slid off my shorts and began licking my shaft, drinking in myessence as well, doing to me what I did him, first sucking out what everpre-cum I had through the fore skin, then pulling it right back and takingme all the way into his throat.Clarke was bigger than I, and has been able to take me all the way down foryears. I was so horny for him, I didn't want to cum and indicated that Iwanted to stop, but he didn't catch on."Something wrong Greg?" He asked after a moment."Not at all," I said to him, sitting up, "I just wanted you to makeme cum in another way . . ." I said to him. He smiled and kissed me again."Don't worry," he said, grabbing a hold of his hard weiner, "yourbig b*o is ready to go again."He kissed me, holding my neck."But first I want to taste you stud," he looked at me, "can I?" heasked, as if I would refuse.I nodded and let him get back to it. In no time, he had my toes curling,and I had to bite down into my fingers as I felt my orgasm build up. I shotmaybe seven hard shots into his mouth, and I could hear him swallow, butthe last bit he savored in his mouth for a bit, licking my shaft andtesticles for a bit. I felt him move down, his hands grip my butt cheeks ashe prepared to get me a bit moist. He licked and played for a bit, histongue working his little brothers love-hole for a bit-"Clarke," I said to him desperately, "I need it now!"He stopped immediately and left the bed, walking over to our dresser andgrabbing something for lube. I felt his finger enter me and rub somearound, I needed him, didn't he understand?"I don't want to hurt you Greg," he said, his hand on my chest,"It's been a while for you . . .""I'm ready," I assured him, and took a hold of his weiner, guidingit to my entrance, he stalled a moment to rub some more of his lube on hisshaft and placed it at the entrance of my cleave, bent down to kiss me ashe slowly and gently pushed in. I lifted my legs to give him more space,and soon he was right on top of me, chest to chest again, just the way Iliked it.I placed my hands on his hips and pulled him closer, forcing in more thanhe intended, he looked at me concerned, but I smiled easily and kissed him.Soon he was thrusting gently, making love to me, touching me all over,kissing my lips and neck, my chest and nipples as he drove into me. Ikissed back whenever I could -- but when he was on top, he was in charge,and he always rendered me powerless to his kisses like this, making mestifle moans of pleasure and chuckling silently and kissing me over andagain when I started feeling it real good.My hands were above my head, tightly grasped into one of his, the otherholding my jaw as he kissed me again and again, his shaft driving into mecompletely, grazing my prostate gently with every maneuver, his hard absrubbing against mine, his nipples and chest never breaking contact with me,our legs pressed hard against each other, and his scent all over me . . .Clarke withdrew for a moment, I guess he would have cum if he continued."Come on," he got onto his knees, pulling me up, turning me around,"let's make you cum."I got onto my hands and knees, he re-entered me, and pulled my up so that Iwas against him. He loved kissing me when we made love, and feeling my bodyrubbing against him was a sheer pleasure on its own.We were both on out knees in the middle of the bed, I was rock hard anddripping pre-cum in huge globules, and Clarke was running his hands allover my front, but never making contact with my pelvic area -- he knew whatI liked, what I wanted . . .His hard hands manipulated my nipples as his tongue unceasingly licked andprodded my mouth, driving me ever closer to our goal.Each time he thrust into me, he grazed my prostate, hard. Each time hewithdrew, he grazed my prostate hard. In this position he could move morefreely, harder and faster.Soon I was huffing and panting in pleasure, but his lips never parted withmine, he nibbled my lower lip, or the upper when I need a moment to breathedeeply, and then he was back at it, making love to my mouth and ass,grabbing my hips and driving his hard weiner in and out of me just the wayI wanted.I felt my own weiner get harder, and my testicles drew up closer to mybody, and I was saying his name, into his mouth and in soft whispers thatwere growing louder ever so slightly. He clamped his lips down on mine forthe finale, his hands moving firmly to my nipples, pulling me tightly tohimself.Several more thrusts and then it began. First, just a spurt of my cum, Icould feel it oozing up my urethra, and then it intensified a bit as myanal muscles tightened, making his weiner press against my prostate harder-- I was frozen in the moment, unable to move, but he kept on thrusting,and kissing away at abandon.It started at the base, from the depths of my cavity, like a radiatingbomb, building in magnitude and strength, and then, I could feel it all atone, my brothers arms around me, his body hot and slippery against me, feelhis throbbing, dripping, hard weiner thrust in and out of me, my prostateexpanding, the cum rushing to the tip of my hard weiner, and then, like asudden crashing wave, my orgasm hit me, making me shut my eyes tight in thedarkness, Clarke's tongue still in my mouth, so overwhelming, his armsoverpowering, holding me in place, several shots of my cum flew across theroom, and still he thrust."Hold on Greg," he said against my ear, he was stiffening, I couldfeel it already, my prostate was still on fire, and then several fires ofhot cum was being deposited into me, and Clarke was still driving into me,panting, trying to keep quiet. I for one could not take it any more, and mymuscles were pushing against him, and he was thrusting into me -- it wasecstatic.After a moment, Clarke thrust one final time and got a bit weak in theknees and dropped us both chest down into the bed. I could hear himbreathing heavily into my ear, kissing me, hugging me, telling me that heloved me so much."I am yours forever Gregory," he said.I turned a little, and told him that I loved him too, that my entire worldrevolved around him and he kissed me even more, deeply, hot and full ofpassion . . .