Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 6
 

Quarantining Together

Grandma arrived and got moved in and our new family norms began to be established.  Mom worked in the master bedroom, Dad worked in his office, the twins worked in the breakfast room most of the time, and Blake and I worked in our bachelor-pad-cum-love-nest atop the garage.  Grandma prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner most days with some of us helping a little from time to time.

The first week we were out of school while the teachers prepared to put some of our instruction online.  I spent a lot of the week working on my term paper for Senior English and reading ahead and tackling the next couple of problem sets for both calculus and physics.  Blake read and analyzed “Julius Caesar” and wrote a stellar paper that incorporated a lot of the actual history of Caesar’s life and reign.  When we weren’t studying ahead, we went jogging and lifted weights to try to keep our pecs and biceps in prime shape.  We did a lot of sit-ups, stretches, and isometrics, too, to make sure our abs continued to stay awesome.  It was good bonding for us as we concentrated a lot of effort on our bodies and gave extra attention to each other.

And as you, dear reader, are undoubtedly hoping, we also spent several hours every day in sexual exploration.

That first night Blake was staying with me, we left Mom and the girls pretty early and went up to our room, where we immediately stripped down to our bikinis and plopped into bed.  We opened up PornHub and Blake showed me some of his favorite gay scenes.  I was quite impressed with the cute, sexy, muscular, hung, uninhibited guys putting videos up there.  I couldn’t believe how many seemed like ordinary fellows choosing to show the world what they like to do sexually.  Blake and I were both hard and panting after only a couple of minutes.  Finally, after watching a guy who seemed younger than us take 4 loads from older men, we shut down the computer and turned our attention to each other.

“Blake,” I said as I gently rubbed his shoulder.  “I really enjoyed making out with you this afternoon.”

He grinned broadly.  “Me, too, bro.”

“I never expected to, you know, kiss and cuddle with a guy.”

“You thought it would be all sucking and fucking?”

“I honestly hadn’t thought about it, but, yeah, I guess I did.  In my mind, a guy has sex with another guy but makes love with a girl.”

“Some do, I think,” Blake responded.  “Actually, that’s how Brent was for a long time, but I think he began to care about me and, then, one day he kissed me.  After that, the kissing part grew until it was so very nice that we do a lot of kissing now.”  His smile suddenly flattened into a scowl.  “We used to do a lot of kissing,” he corrected himself. 

“Sorry, buddy.”  I leaned in and kissed him gently.

After I backed away, he pulled me back to him and kissed me gently, too.  “Thanks, Curt.  I loved kissing you this afternoon and I hope we can do a lot more.”

A few hours ago I might have resisted kissing a guy, even this guy I have loved all my life, but now…

I grinned.  In the steamiest voice I could conjure up, I whispered, “I want to kiss you for an hour every day.”

He tittered.  “I would love that.”  He leaned in and we began kissing in a way that was not as gentle as our previous kisses, but that accelerated quickly into the level of passion we had shared earlier in the afternoon.  Our tongues were no strangers any longer and they interacted like they’d been entwined around each other all our lives.  Our spit got so stirred, we would have short-circuited a DNA test.  Soon he pushed me onto my back and rose onto his knees. 

He pulled his green Jockey bikini off and straddled my torso, his big dick thumping down onto my belly and making the sound of a finger thumping a ripe watermelon.  He leaned down to kiss me some more before he shifted away and placed his knees on the mattress between my thighs, forcing my legs apart.  Grinning, he grabbed the waistband of my scarlet Aussie Bums and sweetly ordered me to “Raise your ass.”  Obligingly, I did and he whipped the bikini over my buttocks and pulled my legs up toward the ceiling.  This was a frightening position for me as I had never had my asshole so exposed to anyone before.  When he got my underpants off, he tossed them onto the floor somewhere and let my legs back down to the mattress.

“Now I’m going to show you another unbelievable way to cum.”

My dick throbbed so strongly that a huge blob of precum squirted out almost like a mini-orgasm.  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned in anticipation.

“Just lie back and enjoy,” Blake said as he took hold of my granite appendage.  The look in his eye told me what he had planned and I nearly passed out from anticipation. 

When he kissed the head of my dick, I gasped loudly, “Oh, baby!” as another blob of my natural juices appeared at the end of my rod, which he promptly licked off.  The sensation of his warm, wet tongue caressing my pee hole was so intense I swear I felt it in my urethra at the base of my dick.  “Oh, Blake,” I moaned.  Blake’s lips opened and his kiss began dropping down my shaft, leaving the head of my dick snug between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as though his oral cavity was gripping it tightly.  Without stopping, he slowly drew his lips down my dick as more of my shaft disappeared into the warmth of his body.  Finally, my over-sensitive glans hit an obstacle and stopped.  My deep moan was met with a gurgling sound from Blake without further movement.  Then I felt his hand wrap around the portion of dick that was still outside of him. For a moment he was stationary in his position, although his hand squeezed the root of my dick while his entire mouth seemed to squeeze the majority of the shaft. 

The sensations I was receiving from my brother’s sophisticated blowjob were like none I had ever expected from the act.  It was magnificent.  He was magnificent.  Soon he moved back until just the head remained in his loving mouth.  For a second everything seemed but an incredible memory until, in the time it takes a sensation to reach the brain, he engulfed the first 6 inches of my dick in his most talented orifice.  (I would later learn his mouth might not be his most talented orifice, but that’s ahead of my story.)  As he sucked my manhood into his gullet, I groaned and thrashed about on the bed.  Repeating his up and down motion and the in and out response from my dick, he forced me to ride a swell of emotion as the sensations built ever higher and nearer to a colossal explosion.  I clutched the sheets with my fists; I fondled the back of his head; I moaned; I groaned; I yelled; I cried; I cursed; and, at last, in agonizing, delirious ecstasy, I came.  A few shots went straight down his throat, but many more filled his mouth so much he had to swallow midway of the eruption.  When he swallowed, the tightening of his mouth around my dick seemed to reset my orgasm and a few additional powerful shots resulted.

For a few seconds, he didn’t move as I moaned noisily while drawing massive gulps of air into my lungs.  Then he began to circle my shaft with his tongue, gently, to clean off any remaining residue of cum, but my manly member interpreted his circling tongue as a desire to make me cum again.  After a few seconds of stiffening, Blake took the base of my dick in his hand and pulled himself all the way off the remainder of turgid length.

“Impressive, bro,” he panted.  “Are you ready to go again already?”

My brain was processing his words slowly as if the syllables were grossly overshadowed by my unprecedented sensory response.   Just as he took my hardening hard-on back into his mouth, I was able to croak out a reply.

“No, Blake, please,” I gasped.  “I’d rather wait for a bit.  There’s no hurry.  We have all night.”

He chuckled.  “We may have all summer, dear brother.”

“I definitely don’t want to wait that long,” I laughed.

He laughed along with me and crawled back up my body until he could kiss my lips again.  These kisses were gentle and affectionate, though sticky and pungent with my heavy maleness.

He rolled off me onto his side, pulling me onto my side facing him as he did so.

“How did you like your first blowjob?” he inquired with raised eyebrows and a wink.

I caressed his face and wrapped my hand around the side of his neck.  “It far exceeded anything I ever imagined.  Even all the bragging I’ve heard from guys who supposedly got a blowjob from a girl didn’t even suggest it could be as amazing as it was.”

“It seemed like you had a good time.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah!  Nothing, and I do mean nothing, even comes close to how wonderful it felt.  And I don’t just mean when I came, I mean the whole awesome time.  Are you just the most talented person at giving blowjobs or do all guys make it so spectacular?”

“It may sound egotistical of me, but I do think I may be better than most, shall we say?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“So, you might let me give you another BJ?”

“Absolutely!” I practically shouted.

We resumed our kissing and fondling each other until we were each sporting a rigid piece of manhood jutting out from our pubic bush.  I considered returning the BJ favor to Blake, but wasn’t quite sure I was ready to become a (dup-ta-da-DAAAA!) cocksucker so quickly.  Instead, I grasped my younger brother’s 7 thick inches and began to pull on it like I might my own.  He quickly began mimicking my movements and a few minutes later we blasted each other’s dicks, balls, pubes, and abs with our family essences.  It felt so good to have my hand on his most intimate part while he was taking care of my need at the same time.

After a pause to regain our breath, we moved to the shower to clean ourselves up, where I received that second BJ he had promised me earlier.

Afterwards, we returned to our bed (see how quickly I got used to the word “our”?) where we took one look at the scummy mess on our sheets, laughed, and began to strip the bed.  With the destroyed sheets in the laundry basket and a fresh set in their place, we settled in to a cuddling, caressing dénouement of the evening.  We whispered across our pillows for a couple of hours in one of the most beautiful moments of my life.  I’d never felt so safe before.  I felt as though no one else in the world mattered and that nothing outside this bed could affect us.  With my arm around Blake’s rippled abdomen and his plush butt pushed back into my groin, I felt as near “one” as I could ever hope to imagine.  While I knew the moment couldn’t last forever, I prayed the connection would.

Social Isolation and Sexual Connection

Blake (isn’t he lovely?) and I established a wonderful and erotic lifestyle from the beginning of the Coronavirus quarantine.  As soon as I got over my reticence to being sexual with another guy in general and my brother in particular, I could not get enough.  I found I enjoyed beating off my brother as much as I used to enjoy beating myself off, except I never needed to do that again.  Either Blake stroked my dick in his special way until I was spewing jizz everywhere or he was sucking me to cataclysmic orgasms, obviating the need for resorting to a solo jack-off.

Blake never indicated he expected me to return the favor of a blowjob, but I was immediately intrigued by the possibility.  Still, I waited a few days while I paid attention to his technique and imagined how I would give him pleasure in that same way.  Finally, one night I just went for it.

The third season of the Spanish-language teenage murder mystery Elite had begun streaming on Netflix.  We’d thoroughly enjoyed the first two seasons and had eagerly awaited season 3.  As we began watching it, I was aware that I was seeing the actors in a new way this season, almost as if I had never seen them before.  Damn, but Samuel and Polo and Omar and Valerio and Guzman and Ander were hot!  Ander and Omar’s gay love was more exciting to me than it had been in the previous seasons and bisexual Polo (or maybe fluidly-sexual Polo) gave me an instant erection when he went after the so-called straight boy.  Holy shit!

Blake and I had been watching a particularly steamy episode of these hot Spaniards when I finally turned off the TV and ordered my brother to strip.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then grinned lasciviously as he stood up beside the bed.  He turned his back to me and shimmied his firm asscheeks as his hands roamed erotically across the curve of his flesh, covered only by the thin nylon of his purple Aussie Bums.  As I took in the sight, I made a firm decision to go where I had not gone before.  Blake slowly and provocatively slid the briefs over the swell of his buns and dropped them onto the floor.  Stepping out of them, he turned to face me, wagging his nearly complete erection at me. 

I threw myself down onto the bed and crawled to the side facing him.  Reaching forward I grasped him by the sides of his hips and pulled him forward until his penis glans brushed my lips.  As I licked the helmet of his dick, he gasped in startled joy.  I parted my lips and managed to draw his lovely dick between my teeth without scraping.  I leaned further in to him and his dick slowly came into my mouth. 

Along with the slick smooth rod, a whole new set of sensations entered me, too.  I think I had expected to feel some level of grossness with putting his pee-stick into my mouth – eww! – but the truth was that it seemed spotlessly clean except for a small sheen of sweat that actually turned me on.  I had an instant epiphany that a penis was exciting because it is so incredibly alive and is so fundamental to making that man (or boy-man in this case) who and what he is.  Nothing I had ever experienced was as intimate as this.  Not even receiving a blowjob seemed as exciting as holding Blake’s dick in my mouth.  Soon it was as deep in my mouth as it would go and I gagged a bit. 

Blake pulled an inch or two out and the gagging ceased.  His hand gently held the back of my head.  “Damn, bro!” he breathed.  “You surprise me.”

I pulled partway off his dick and then pushed my head back towards his body until I gagged again.  I couldn’t get quite all of the wonderful plaything into my mouth, but left maybe an inch and a half outside.

“Take your time, Curt,” he said.  “Take it slow at first and just enjoy the feelings.”

I was enjoying the feelings, strange though they were.  The surface of his dick was soft and hard simultaneously, moving but not changing, warm and alive.  I didn’t feel it loving me but was very conscious that what I was doing was loving it.  Loving part of Blake.  An important part.  Loving Blake.  Giving him something very precious.  Doing for him something he could not do for himself.  Giving him the same amazing sensations he’d been giving me all week.  I was giving both of us a memory that would never go away, even if I stopped immediately.  What was happening was a beautiful bonding, a lovely gift that no one or no thing could ever remove from us.

For the next 3 or 4 minutes, I practiced going down on him, squeezing his exciting dick between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, licking it within me, and sucking.  I was so carried away with my new experiences that I forgot to be afraid of my feelings, shamed by my actions, or unsure of myself.  I loved it!  I loved giving Blake the sublime sensations I could imagine as my tongue circled his glans or licked his slit.  I loved knowing that I was giving Blake the most personal and affirming gift imaginable.  I loved everything about it.

And when his breathing quickened and his shaft thickened, I doubled my effort to suck like a Hoover on high.  Soon, he was shooting hot, starchy cream onto my tongue.  The taste was totally unique, the texture unbelievable, and the joy I felt at receiving Blake’s most personal gift overwhelmed me.  Swallowing was more difficult than I would have imagined with my mouth wrapped around such a big dick that I was not going to relinquish for anything.  I managed to swallow some of Blake’s bounty, but a good portion escaped through my lips (since I couldn’t get them closed around his dick) and ran down my chin to drip onto the edge of the bed.  Blake collapsed across my back which forced my face onto his dick even more.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck.  Oh my god.”  He trailed off into a whisper as the last dribbles of his fabulous cum escaped onto my tongue.  Gently I sucked him and licked his slit and shaft.  As I did, he wiggled and jerked and said, “Oh!”  Finally, he stood partway and pulled out of my mouth.  He laughed and leaned down to look into my eyes.  “That was spectacular, babe!”  He kissed me.  “You amaze me.”

I hope I did amaze him and make him feel great.  Me: Texas’ newest cocksucker.  

To be continued...

Posted: 11/20/2020