Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020-2021 by the author)

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Chapter 12

The Quarantine Continues

Eventually, Blake and I and all our friends finished up our reports, took online exams, turned in our term projects, and the bizarre school year ended.  We seniors had missed prom, the baseball season, getting our yearbooks signed, and graduation.  We had all missed the ordinary social interactions with our friends in the halls or at lunch.  We’d missed Friday night movie dates, birthday parties, and other types of get-togethers.  I had missed tennis tournaments and dates with Lenore.  I missed my friends.  I missed being in a car, driving around Plano every day, shopping, eating out, and all the stuff everyone was missing.

Texas was reopening society, allowing indoor dining and retail shopping, with restrictions.  We had another family meeting.  Mom and Dad agreed that we would maintain our tighter standards until the number of new cases declined substantially because they felt the reopening was for economic reasons rather than consideration of good health practices.  So, we were to continue to protect Grandma by avoiding strangers completely. 

But, even in all of this, I was not lonely.

I was fortunate to have a well-to-do family living in a pleasant home in a safe suburb.  Both Mom and Dad were still working and, so far, I only knew of one person who had acquired the virus.  That was the father-in-law of Lenore’s aunt, who had attended a big conference in Seattle right before the quarantine began.

Spending all my time with family had actually been fun, mostly.  Being constantly with my brother Blake was, frankly, unbelievably exciting.  He had become the center of my world.  Masturbation, every 18-year-old’s favorite activity, was a thing of my past.  Thanks to Blake, neither of us ever felt the need to masturbate.  On most days we had sex three times: morning, afternoon, and night time.  Often our night-time session lasted between an hour and two hours and featured some very pleasant sucking and rimming and one (maybe two) very spectacular fucks that left me drained, Blake overflowing, and both of us incredibly satiated.  Every time I planted a load of seed in his warm innards, I felt closer to him.  It was as if my sperm glued us together emotionally as well as physically.  I could no longer imagine life without this level of intimate closeness with him.

My brother had been my sex trainer, my fuck buddy, my key companion.  He was becoming my lover in every sense of that word.  For me, the sun rose and set in him.  His eyes were the most beautiful I’d ever seen.  His body was the most responsive I’d ever experienced.  His openness was bigger – wider and deeper – than anyone’s.  His lips were the sweetest.  His heart was the kindest.  His dick was my peace.  His welcoming hole was my rest, my relaxation.  He was my home.

Although I continued to talk with Lenore a couple of times a week and occasionally with other friends, I found these conversations less important than before.  Oftentimes, they were actually an interruption to my wonderful solitude with Blake.  I had to remind myself that Blake and I had unlimited time together and that it was good for me to keep my outside friends, too. 

Blake continued his Zoom calls with Brent, averaging a couple of times a week, almost always during the afternoon when Brent was alone at the still-closed gym.  Texas was talking about reopening gyms, but that hadn’t happened yet, so Brent spent time there with no one around.  I think it was just a place for him to go to get some space from his wife.  As far as I could see, they had a good relationship and marriage, but I think he felt the need for space.  And, of course, Brent loved the private shows that Blake provided him with his randy dick, his grasping hand, his open asshole, and his dildo (a word I had finally learned).

One night, after Blake had talked with Brent during the afternoon, he asked me a provocative question.  “Brent has mentioned that he thinks it would be hot to see you topping me during a Zoom call.  What do you think?”

To say I was intrigued is an understatement, although I had some reservations. 

“Wow,” I responded.  “Uhm, I don’t know.”  I considered the offer.  “He’s not recording these calls?”

“Oh, God, no.  I told him I would tell his wife everything if he did.”

I grinned.  “That must have gotten his attention.”

He laughed.  “You bet.”

“And you’re sure no one else will be with Brent?”

“Absolutely,” he replied.  “These are completely private.  I promise.”

“Uhm.  How do you feel about it?”

“Honestly, Curt, I kind of think it would be hot.  I mean, it’s not something we aren’t already doing.  And I love having you inside me like that.  Brent knows we’re doing it.  And I think it would be very erotic to do it in front of an audience.  A live porn show.  It’s so dirty, it’s sexy.”

“I know what you mean.”  It was sounding quite appealing.  “It would be a one-time thing, right?”

“Sure.  Unless we all agree we want it again.”

“Well, I guess if it’s just one time, it would be okay.”  I hoped I wouldn’t regret being a bit more public about my connection with Blake.

A Visit in the Garage

One afternoon I received a text message that startled me a bit.

DAD: Can you bring your bro down to the garage?

ME: Now?

DAD: Yes

ME: OK

Blake and I tossed on some shorts and lit off down the stairs and around to the garage door, which was open.  Dad was in back near the old workbench, so we walked back there.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I found an old photo I thought you two might like to see.”  He held it out and I grasped it with Blake looking over my shoulder.  

“Wow!” Blake said.  “Hot!”

“Dad,” I said, “is that you on the left?”

“It is,” he smiled.

“You were hot!” Blake gushed.

“He’s right, Dad,” I agreed.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Who’s the dude?” I wondered.

“That’s Gary,” he said in a quiet way that seemed to me to be full of emotion.

With the way they looked in this photo and the bit of confession Dad had given us in Texarkana, I figured this was an old beau.

“Details, please,” I continued.

“This is Gary and me at a club in Austin.  We were together almost two years while I was finishing my master’s and he was working on his PhD.”

Blake touched Dad on the arm.  “You look really happy.”

Dad smiled pensively.  He nodded and seemed unable to speak for a moment.  “We were,” he managed to say.  “It was probably the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Why didn’t you stay together?” Blake asked.

“We both wanted to have a family, so we parted when school was out.”

Blake had tears in his eyes.  “I’m sorry you had to give him up, Dad.”

“Yeah,” I croaked.

“It’s okay, guys.  I wouldn’t change anything.”

I wasn’t sure I accepted that.  “No?” 

“No.”  He shook his head firmly.  “I wanted you!”

“Da-ad!”  Blake and I fell into his arms and we shared a few tears.

“It’s okay, boys, really.  I had a wonderful loving relationship with an amazing guy and then I met the most amazing woman who fell in love with me and gave me the best sons in the world and two beautiful daughters.  It’s a very good life.”

With a squeeze, we broke our hug. 

“What happened to Gary?” Blake asked.

“He was in Austin for another year to finish his PhD in psychology.  When he finished, he went back to Philadelphia, where he had grown up.  He wound up marrying his high school sweetheart when they were, like, 28.  He has two gorgeous daughters a bit younger than you and one gorgeous son about the same age as the twins.  He’s had a happy life, too.”

“Have you seen him?” Blake asked.

“We attended each other’s weddings and I saw him once in Houston.  It was when your mother was carrying the twins, so about 12 years ago.  He had a conference there and I managed to make a visit to the regional office of Frito-Lay at the same time.”  He got a starry look in his eyes for a moment, then quickly concluded.  “Enough details!”

Blake and I studied the photo again, then handed it back to him.  “Thanks for sharing, Dad,” I said very sincerely.

“Yeah, thanks so much!” Blake added.

“It seemed like the right thing to do.”  He took the photo back and shooed us away.  Just before I went around the corner of the wall where I couldn’t see him any longer, I saw him raise the photo to his lips.

A Sort of Threesome

A few days later, we had our appointed time with Zoom one afternoon.  This time, Blake and I were both sprawled out naked on our bed with our hands on each other’s dicks when we entered the Zoom room.  Brent’s handsome face appeared on the laptop screen and immediately became a bit flushed when he saw us.

“Holy shit, you guys!”  He laughed.  “You’re a little ahead of me.”

“We’re planning to give you a very good show,” Blake said without so much as a hello.  “So, you need to catch up.”

With that, Blake turned to me and began kissing me passionately.  Knowing Brent was watching and was probably jealous of me added to my excitement quite a lot.  Blake sucked me a few minutes and then said quietly, “Rim me?”

I nodded and we moved around until Blake was on his knees with his ass open at an angle in front of the computer.  I pulled his cheeks apart and dipped my tongue into the crevice while both Blake and Brent groaned in response.  For the next several minutes, I gave Blake a thorough rimming which culminated in a finger-fuck that went from 1 to 3 fingers in a short time.  Blake arched his back which pushed his ass a bit higher and opened it a bit more.  His dripping cock proved he was enjoying this ass work a lot.  Brent’s moans and “Fuck yeah” remarks confirmed he liked what he saw, too.  I knew I was having a great time without relying on outside stimuli.

“Dildo,” Blake whispered to me.  I picked up the rubber dicky from the bed beside us, waved it in the air, exchanged grins with Brent, and lubed up the monster.  I licked my favorite place for another moment and then straightened up.  I put the head of the greased-up dildo against my brother’s throbbing sphincter and began to exert pressure.  For only a moment, his body resisted the dildo, but soon my pressure overcame it and the dildo slid inside.  Blake’s head flew back as he gasped and began to moan. 

Behind me, I heard Brent inhale and gasp.  “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered to himself.  As the dildo disappeared into Blake’s innards, Brent said, “Oh, yeah.  Fuck my boy!”

“Yeah,” Blake echoed.  “Fuck me, bro!”

I used that dildo on my brother’s young ass flat out with firm pushes and quick pulls and very little pause between strokes.  Blake and our audience of 1 were definitely getting a lot out of this.  Truth be told, I was, too.  I dildoed him doggy style and then flipped him onto his back to do some more.  Eventually, my arm tired out before his ass did. 

When I could hold out no longer, I pulled the dildo out and tossed it onto the bed.  As fast as possible, I lubed my raging boner and then leaned across his body so I could kiss him and enter him at the same time.  Blake’s ass was not quite as tight as usual, but it was very warm and juicy from all our activity.  I leaned down and kissed Blake savagely.  When I broke for air, he turned us to the side a bit so our profile was toward the computer and I resumed my power-thrusts.

Brent’s voice was louder now and much more insistent.  “Fuck him, Curt!”  It sounded like an order to me, but wasn’t one I would consider disobeying.  “Fuck that fine, sweet ass!”

Blake moaned continuously and thrashed about below me.  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered.  “Fuck me!” he said much louder.  “Harder!” he ordered.

I raised myself above him so I could pound as powerfully as possible.  With each thrust of my cock, Blake’s hard dick flopped on his ridged abs.

“Oh, yeah!” he wailed.

“Fuck!” Brent ordered me needlessly.

“I’m close,” I warned.

Blake grabbed his dick and jacked it furiously.  “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Almost…almost,” I panted, “yeah, ye-ah, ye-ah, oh fuck!  I’m cumming!”  I felt the first shot into Blake as I shoved in to the max and watched Blake’s first wads splatter on his face.  I wanted to give a good show, so I quickly pulled out of his ass like a seasoned porn star and aimed my remaining shots as high above Blake’s heaving body as I could.  Blake was screaming as his jizz flew everywhere, my blasts began landing randomly on him, and Brent was screaming on the computer.  When my shots ended, I pushed Blake’s feet further back and inserted my cock back into his red and swollen hole.  For a minute or so, I resumed pumping him nearly as hard as before, just as I had seen on the bareback videos on PornHub.

I stopped balls-deep and allowed my breathing to calm a bit.  Blake grinned at me and then turned to look at the computer.  I turned, too, and saw Brent almost passed out in his chair, his massive hairy chest covered with numerous blobs of cum now softening and beginning to drip. 

I pecked my love on his lips, then pulled out and got up.  I went to the bathroom to wash myself a bit and get a washcloth for Blake.  I went back to the bed, where I washed him and dried him while Brent told us how amazing that performance was.  I waved and smiled at Brent and got off the bed.

“That was amazing, Curt!” Brent shouted.  “Thanks a million!”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/01/2021