Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 8

Afterglow

Blake moved up my body and settled into the crook of my arm.  He laid his head on my shoulder and rolled into my side.  Softly he ran his fingers over my six-pack while my torso heaved to draw in a boat-load of air.  Neither of us spoke for several minutes as I fought to recover from an exhausting explosion of semen.

Finally, I had come back enough to take note of my amazing companion.  I leaned up a bit so I could kiss the back of his head.  In the most loving tone I could manage, I whispered, “You amaze me, buddy.”

Still on my shoulder, he twisted toward me and curled his head back so he could look at me.  He gave me a saucy grin and said, “You’re pretty amazing yourself.  I thought I would drown on that load.”

“You had me so excited from that, uhm, rimming!  I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready to blow.” 

He chuckled.  “I guess not, because blow you did.  I’d say you would put an oil gusher to shame.”

I chuckled, too.  “Yes,” I nodded.  “When you jammed my dick all the way into your throat, that’s all it took.  I was off!”

Blake pushed himself up and gave me a peck on the lips.  “It was beautiful!  You were beautiful.”

“I can’t believe it, honey.  You gave me such a memorable experience and I did absolutely nothing but lay there and moan.  You did everything.”

“It was definitely my pleasure.”

“You seemed to know exactly what to do to drive me up, up, up in excitement.”

“It helps that I know what it feels like, so I know how to make your pleasure the best.”

“I’ll say you do!”

We laughed together and kissed again, this time with more tongue, but still not all-out.

“Blake?”

“Uhm-hm.”

“Forgive me for asking, but what did you get out of that?”

“You mean from rimming you?”

I nodded.  “Isn’t it gross?”

He smiled.  “No!  No, no.  Not at all.”  He paused as if he was deciding what to say.  “It could be if you were dirty, but you were very clean.  We’d just showered.”

“Okay, but the idea of licking an asshole.  Eww.”

He put his palm against the side of my face.  “You’ve only thought of your asshole as a shithole until now, right?”

“I guess so.” 

“But it’s a lot more than that.  It’s a very important sex organ, too.  I’ve come to understand that.  If we clean ourselves and treat your hole with respect and care, it’s actually quite exciting to give you a rim job.”

“What did it taste like?”

“You tasted faintly of our body wash with a mild mixture of sweat, which is your scent.  The skin there is firm and has provocative curves to it.  The hair is soft and blond.  I couldn’t even see it most of the time in the dim light, but I could feel it responding to the movement of my tongue.  And your natural response was very exciting – no, erotic – to me.  Your wiggling and moaning and startled gasps – they were quite powerful rewards for me.  You see, no one can fake that.  It proved that I was introducing you to strong unexpected and wonderful feelings you’d never really been able to imagine.  Knowing I gave you that makes me very happy, dude.”

“You make me very happy, too, Blake.  And you’re right about showing me wonderful feelings I could never have imagined.”

“Now that you know how a rim job feels, do you think you would like another one?”

I grinned broadly.  “Definitely!” 

A few days later, Blake asked me if I would let him rim me again.  Like I would ever say no to one of his mind-blowing rim jobs?  The exquisite physical reactions my body had to the touch of his tongue were not unfamiliar this time, but they were equally startling and erotic.  When I was so relaxed all over that I was nothing but a quivering mass of ectoplasm, I detected Blake’s fingers touching the hairs around my hole and creating a whole new set of sensations.  His wonderful rimming relaxed my sphincter so much that his tongue seemed to reach deep into me.  All of a sudden, a finger gently pushed into the first few millimeters of my hole along with Blake’s muscular tongue.  Soon the finger went in deeper, which caused a noticeable further stretching and relaxing of my hard-at-work sphincter.

“Fuck,” I moaned.  “I can’t believe how good this feels.”

Blake took his tongue out of me, but left his finger inside.  “I’m going to give you some amazing new feelings now, Curt.  Okay?”

“Will it feel good?”

“Of course.  I would never hurt you.  It will feel a little weird, but just stay relaxed and it will be fine.  After a short while, you’ll feel great.  Trust me.”

“I do trust you, babe,” I moaned.

He bent back to my hole where his tongue seemed to be pushing spit along the finger.  The finger pushed in further.  It swirled around and adopted a thrust-and-counter pattern that told me he was basically fucking my hole with his finger.  The feeling was unusual, but certainly not bad.  After a minute or two, a second finger slid into me beside the first.  I expected it to hurt but it didn’t.  I could feel the stretch of my sphincter but it was already so relaxed there was no pain.  My moaning increased in volume and began to be paced with the thrust of the two fingers.  The fingers moving within me made my dick hard as granite and make it leak like a sieve on my belly.  Blake pushed and pulled his fingers in a regular rhythm that made me chant “uh, uh, uh” in the same rhythm.  Hell, this was hot!

Just when I thought I was getting the hang of what was happening, Blake pushed in to his third knuckle and twisted at the same time.  “Fuck!” I cried as a wave of intense pleasure blasted through me.  It was a bit like an orgasm, but not quite the same and I didn’t empty my balls.

After that, Blake sawed his fingers into me for several minutes, rubbing that super-sensitive spot constantly as I moaned without ceasing in grateful response.  I had given over complete control of my body to my talented brother who knew how to make my body sing with joy.  With his free hand, Blake took hold of my straining, throbbing dick, which he squeezed and released in the same rhythm his fingers were using in my hole.  Of course, only half a dozen of these squeezes were necessary before my gonads slapped against my body and my dick began shooting huge ropes of jizz to wet my face, neck, and torso with my best essence.

After my massive orgasm, Blake very tenderly continued rubbing within me for a minute or so before he carefully extracted first one finger, then the other.  He spent the next couple of minutes licking the pools off cum off me, which he fed me from time to time as he worked. 

When he explained the wonders of a prostate massage before we slept, I mentally chastised Mr. Newton for omitting such an important detail of male sexuality from his anatomy lecture.

 

Before the Party

Blake’s 16^th birthday was the next week on Friday.  I had ordered three gifts for him, one to give him in front of the family and two that were more private.  Luckily, all arrived a few days before the big day.  I asked Mom to wrap the one package for him, since he was always with me.  The other gifts I just left in the FedEx packages in which they had been shipped.

Blake and I spent the entire day together on his birthday, not that this was anything unusual.  But we did no studying that day.  After our morning BJs but before we got up to start the day, I gave him a home-made card I had printed on our printer.  On the front it had several photos of him, shirtless and in a Speedo or sexy underwear.  In fancy script I had written across the page “Happy birthday to the hottest little brother in all the world!”  When the card was opened, I had included several pictures of me I thought were the sexiest ones available.  I had written “With much love, from the hottest big brother in all the world!”

He laughed his cool half-man, half-boy laugh, rolled over and kissed me passionately.  “You are the hottest big brother in all the world,” he affirmed.  “This is the best birthday card I’ve ever received or expect to ever receive.  I love you, too, Curt!”  He kissed me and we almost had to have sex again, but he pulled away.  With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he said, “Let’s save that for later.  Right now, I think we need to get ready for breakfast with the family.”

“Okay, dude,” I said.  “Today you get anything you want from me.”

He grinned lasciviously.  “Be careful with that.  You don’t know how inventive my mind can be.”

“I think I do.”  I slapped him playfully on the ass as I rolled away to grab my shower. 

After we’d finished our showers and he was finishing a shave, I snapped this candid shot of him.  I think it is very sexy!

Later, after we had endured breakfast with all the family, we came back upstairs to our love nest.  I rummaged in my side of the closet for a couple of minutes until I found the birthday packages.  He got quite a twinkle in his eye when I told him these were private gifts just between us. 

He was clearly excited (I mean obviously) when he found one gift was two pair of nylon bikinis from 2(X)ist, one pair an ice blue I told him would bring out his eye color and one pair a pure white that made me want to throw him onto the bed and rape him when he tried them on and I saw how well his dick was discernable.  The other package was two pairs of low-rise briefs from Andrew Christian.  When I showed him the special pouch-front designed to hold your junk up front rather than letting it slide between your legs, he was enthralled.  He tried on the brown pair and I helped him position his dick and balls in the special pouch. 

Although it was a bit of a challenge to fit his sizeable gonads into the pouch, the resulting look was damned exciting with his balls high and pushed forward and his dick stretched out above his balls.  As he lengthened with excitement, his dick soon tapped at the underside of the waistband until his erection was strong enough to push under the heavy 1.5” elastic waistband and stretch onward.

We laughed when his boner stuck all the way out at the top of the briefs.  I kissed it before pulling the briefs off of him and taking his gorgeous boner as deep in my throat as I can manage.  My gag-reflex is slowly being overcome and I could hold him all the way for a few seconds without gagging. 

After proving I could take him like a man, I tossed him back onto the bed and scooted him up toward the headboard so there was ample room for me between his legs.  As I went back to town on his dick, I also fondled his balls and rubbed the swell between his legs and behind his nutsac.  His moaning was music to my ears.  Having made a significant decision during my shower earlier, I rolled his legs back as I sucked his balls one by one into my hot, wet mouth.  I gently rolled them around as I sucked and was rewarded by a heightened moaning response on the part of my brother.

After a couple of minutes spent spit-washing his balls with my tongue and having a very good time of my own, I dropped down, pushed his legs back further, and breathed my hot breath on his asshole. 

“Oh, god, Curt!”  He moaned loudly.  “You don’t have to.”

Hell, I wasn’t planning to do anything I didn’t want to do.  Giving him the benefit of my very first rim job was at the top of the list of what I wanted to do!  Taking my cues from the 3 rim jobs he had given me by this time, I knew that unexpected very light touches were huge aphrodaisiacs, so I carefully touched my tongue to the edge of his bubble butt maybe an inch from my goal: his golden sphincter.  Blake cried out and thrashed so hard on the bed, I almost lost control of the situation.  I tightened my hold on the backs of his thighs and moved very slowly as I took the tip of my tongue on a tour of his ass region, moving slightly inward with each revolution of my mouth until, at last, I caught the edge of the muscled sphincter with the tip of my tongue.

Blake’s reaction to my first touch reminded me of my reaction a few nights ago to the touch of his tongue to my hole.  He yelped like a puppy that had been stepped on, flopped from side to side like a fish tossed onto the beach, and gasped like a drowning man.  It was wonderful to realize I had so much control over him and was able to use that control to give him such a remarkable sensory experience.  Once I’d found the bullseye, I began hitting it with each revolution until I finally gave up moving my tongue away from it and began moving my tongue around his opening, gently pressing into him all the time.  Soon I felt the muscle relax as it began yielding to the pressure of my tongue.  It opened like a flower, allowing me to engage the inside of his sphincter, which did taste like a combination of our body wash and his own special flavor.  While the physical sensations of tonguing Blake’s hole were nowhere near as strong as the ones I’d had when he tongued my hole, the situation was just as erotic for me.  I found myself very turned on by how turned on he was becoming.  His rod seemed longer and thicker in my hand and my rod, although I didn’t take the time to look at it or touch it, was happily throbbing out blobs of precum every few seconds.  Holy fuck, this was hot!

After a few minutes of tenderly tonguing his hole, I perceived that this was more than an act I was performing on him.  As my tongue would push, his ass would allow me to enter a bit more.  I could feel his throbbing life force as his sphincter moved against my invading tongue, not fighting me but dancing with me in an erotic rhythm that made my pulse rate equalize with his.  I could hardly believe his body was responding to what I was doing as if we were fused into one biological happening.  Whoa, this was almost a holy moment!  I continued my oral caresses for a while as I just soaked up this sense of unification with Blake.  It was truly beautiful!

Carefully I put my middle finger into my mouth to wet it.  I couldn’t do that without interrupting my tonguing of his sphincter, but I believe he thought it was worth it when my finger pressed against his opening.  I was surprised by how easily it slipped right into him, going up to my second knuckle before I knew what was happening.  A few strokes later, Blake moaned, “Give me another finger!”

I leaned down until I could suck my index finger without pulling the middle finger all the way out.  When I aligned the two fingers and pushed back into Blake’s warmth, there was a bit more resistance to my fingers, but they still went inside easily.  As I fucked him with my fingers, he grunted, “Yes, yes, yes,” in time with my pushes.  I was amazed that I was able to push my fingers all the way into him without causing any discomfort at all.  In fact, I thought I detected an almost imperceptible pushing back of his asshole each time I pushed in.  It was as if his deep inner body was welcoming me, eager to take me inside, deeper than my fingers could reach.

I twisted my fingers until I felt the swell of his prostate against them.  Blake’s whole body jerked when my fingers found his gland and he yelped, “Oh, fu-uck!”  I separated the tips of my fingers slightly as Blake had explained to me so that each thrust deeper into his hole pushed my fingers along either side of the swollen nut inside his anus.  I kept fingering him in this way for several minutes, I think, with him yelping and jerking and opening himself to me every time. 

When I could see a massive amount of precum on his belly under his bouncing dick and my hand felt as if it might cramp soon, I decided the time had come to give my favorite person his big payoff.  I speeded up the pace of my fingers stroking his delicate prostate as I leaned over him and drew his dick into my mouth for some serious sucking.  My head only bobbed up and down about 3 times before his dick swelled in my mouth, his ass clenched on my fingers, and he practically jumped off the bed as his cumwads began blasting my throat and mouth.  I had to swallow once to keep from losing it, but then managed to keep a good bit to feed him.

As we cuddled for a while before getting ready for lunch, Blake lazily rubbed my chest.  “That was the best birthday present ever, bro,” he whispered.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/04/2020