Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2012 19:48:06 +0200
From: logansingh777@gmail.com
Subject: Clarke's Visit

The following story is a complete work of fiction. It contains detailed
descriptions of a homosexual nature and is not meant for viewing by persons
under the age of eighteen. If such material is illegal in your area and you
are not allowed to view such content, or if you find such content
offensive, do not proceed. Any descriptions of people dead or alive and any
description of events that may resemble non-fiction stories or people are
by complete coincidence.

Clarke's Visit

	I sat with dad and mom in the TV lounge, anxiously waiting, my mind
buzzing through thoughts like a bee over a field of flowers - last
Christmas, a few months ago, my brother Clarke in all of those thoughts. I
thought of him after school, in his uniform, taking off his uniform, then
switched to watching his face as he watched some TV, watching him chew -- I
loved his strong jaws, loved everything about him. . . I got lost in the
moment, and pictured him sitting beside me, and my hands wandered to the
empty seat next to me where I imagined his leg to be, and I felt his arm on
my shoulder. I was going insane!

	Clarke had left for college a couple months ago. I had called him
every 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 he
got back.

I was impatiently shaking my knee, dad looked at me several times in
annoyance, but he smiled back with a knowing expression when I looked up at
him. Mom and dad had felt the change after Clarke had left too. The house
was quieter, I spent less time at home, and even less time with them -- on
some nights the two of them would prolong dinner just to have a
conversation with me. Dad would knock on my door, speak for a little while
but then leave soon after my one word responses . . . he missed Clarke a
great deal too, that I was sure of. I often felt that dad lobed Clarke more
than he loved me, but I was okay with that . . .

	I looked up at the clock, and it was near the time that we had
expected his arrival. One minute passed, five minutes, ten minutes, and
just as mom and I were about to simultaneously call him, we heard a honk on
the drive.

	"Ah, he's here," dad said as calmly as he could, but even he could
not hide his excitement.  I was out the door and walked really fast -- okay
I did run a little, shoving dad out of the way -- to Clarke's car and gave
him the tightest, most heartfelt hug in the world. I held on a little
longer, and so did he, trying to force our bodies to behave, but I figured
no one would notice the stirring in our pants. In a moment I felt dad's
hands rest on my back and pull me closer to Clarke as he joined in.

	"Okay, you guys are going to suffocate me!" Clarke managed to
protest.

I was smiling ear to ear, and so was Clarke. He was a little nervous as he
looked at me, and dad was making small talk with him, mom gave him a hug
that rivaled both mine and dads put together, she appraised his appearance,
and was happy. He looked pretty much the same. A little manlier for some
reason, but I could not have cared what he looked like. Clarke was back
home!!!!

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 and
ask him to give Clarke a chance to eat something. His lips looked so
appealing . . . I mostly listened, and watched, just drawing him in. God I
loved him. Once again I could see him in the flesh, take in all of his
amazing features. I was rock hard under the table, and thankfully there was
no need to worry about anything.

After lunch we helped cleared up the back porch table and chatted some
more, and then Clarke said that he wanted to go for a drive with me. Dad
suggested that he join us, saying that Clarke had driven all morning, but
my hero said that he was okay, he wanted to spend some time with me and
stuff, and dad eased off.

The sun was still quite strong at about five pm, and Clarke drove to the
local park. On our way there he asked about school, about me and stuff in
general. The place was fairly quiet, we could hear kids playing not too far
off, a gentle breeze made the leaves rustle now and again, but on the
whole, we could easily find a quiet spot. We chatted as we walked along a
path, and not too long after came to a little corner formed by shrubbery
and a tree. Knowing that there was no one around, he innocently walked into
the thicket.  I looked right, then left, suddenly he grabbed me in with him
and 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 a
long run. Then he would kiss me gently, and then just look at me . . . his
eyes caught the sunlight several times, I loved those eyes . . . he would
say my name and hold me tightly to himself, kissing my neck, careful not to
cause any marks, his crotch was grinding against mine, occasionally his
belt would hurt me but I never complained . . . I missed kissing him too
much. I felt his strong back, his firm arms, and his hard abs . . . I was
so turned on, and he just didn't stop kissing me.

	"Clarke," I panted to him, but he held my face in place as he
sucked and lapped at my lips, I was about to cream my pants from all his
grinding . . . my strong big brothers hard throbbing weiner rubbing against
me through my shorts, his hairy legs rubbing against mine, the hard
abrasive tree trunk at my back, his demanding hands all over me, and his
scent just filling my nostrils, intoxicating me . . . I shot five good
loads in my pants, stifling my moans against his lips, and the stud-devil
Clarke giggling as he kissed my neck, driving me over the edge, loving the
feel of his little bro ecstatically cumming in his arms.

I felt terribly uncomfortable after that, my shorts were wet with thick
sticky 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 lost
most of my inhibition, and he was crouching at my waist, his face level
with my still hard weiner, coated with fresh warm cum.  He took me right
into his mouth, taking me in almost to the base. I was waiting to feel his
nose poke against me as it always did, but it didn't . . . maybe it's
because he hadn't in a long time . . .  Clarke was sucking me clean,
licking my balls and short pubes, his hands gripping my shaft and making
sure that he got the last drop, literally sucking at my urethral opening
like a straw, I began to soften a little, but only just.

I lifted him onto his feet and kissed him hard, shifting my weight and
switching positions with him, I kissed him and as I did he helped to get my
shorts done. I was kissing his neck, undoing his jeans and his hands
settled 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 ways
imaginable.He gave my butt a good fondle and held me in his arms, looking
down at me, "we have all night Greg," he smiled, "there," he kissed me,
"is," kissed again, "so," again, "much," kiss, "I," kissed again, this time
more deeply, and I could feel his hardness in his pants, "wanna do to you
Gregory. . ."

He kissed me some more, and finally, with a groan, forced himself to stop
as 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.

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My apologies if it was too short. I will write more. Emails welcome:
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