Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 14
 

My Final Frontier

Dear reader, I’m sure you have been keeping a mental scorecard of what Blake and I have experienced sexually, so you undoubtedly are aware that at this point in the story, there is still one big event that has not happened.  There is still a new place to go, somewhere no man has gone before.  There is a final frontier and I don’t mean outer space.  It’s more of a final frontier of inner space, I guess.

As our time of sequestering together continued and May became June and then July, I became very comfortable with touching Blake.  I had become a big fan of kissing him, frequently and passionately.  I couldn’t seem to get enough of swapping spit with him.  I loved the feel of his lips against mine and the taste of his mouth.  I loved the feel of his tongue on my lips or tongue and I loved possessing his mouth with my tongue, too.  I had learned to cuddle and caress and massage his body, loving every moment of tactile connection.  I had overcome my gag reflex so I could take his nearly 8 inches all the way, resting the head behind my tonsils where I could use my swallow muscles to give him incredible sensations.  I had overcome the eww-factor to kiss and lick his anus, learning to blow ever so gently and to touch only the hair to drive him insane.  I had learned to insert my tongue or several fingers to give him screaming good times.  I had mastered the art of prostate massage to keep him on the edge of an orgasm.  And I had grown to love eating his ass.  I had learned to penetrate him with love and with passion.  I could be a tender, gentle lover and I could be firm, powerful, possessing.  I could also shift in a moment from one style to the other.  I could top him missionary style, doggy style, flat into the mattress, from under him, on our sides, standing, in a bed, across the arm of our couch, in the shower, against Grandma’s kitchen counter, in a bathtub, on the floor, several times on Zoom, and in the cramped back seat of Old Blue one night at the park.

It was often difficult to determine who was the aggressor since we both seemed ready to enjoy each other’s body virtually any time.  We seemed always able to get hard and give a load of cum whenever the opportunity arose.

Oh, God, I was deliriously happy!

Every act and position Blake had shared with me had been fun, pleasurable, and exceedingly exciting.  But there was one thing I was very nervous about attempting.  I had fear of the pain that seemed inevitable.  I had serious doubts I could relax enough and control my own body enough.  Even more than that, I was afraid of dealing with the psychological ramifications of yielding that one final part of me, that last bit of self-image that proclaimed I wasn’t completely gay.

One evening Blake and I stopped at the park after we had played a set of tennis.  We got out of Old Blue and walked around for a bit, playing on the swings and monkey bars, just enjoying sharing this quiet and relaxed moment together.  After a while I steered us over to sit on a picnic table with our feet on the attached bench.  I was reminded of that night long ago when we had sat on the rock at Jamaica Beach and Blake had shared his intimate truth with me.  That was when the seed of our sexual connection was planted, though neither of us was aware at the time.

“I love you, Blake,” I started.

“I love you, Curt,” he responded.

“Everything we’ve done together has been absolutely awesome.”

“Agreed.”

“Not only are you the best person in my world, but you’re the hottest, sexiest, most amazing lover imaginable, dude.”

He grinned.  “It takes two.”

“I guess that’s true, but you’re the one who had to teach me everything.”

“You’ve been an awesome student.  A very quick learner.”

I grinned back at him.  “You’ve motivated me very well to want to learn!”

We laughed.  After a moment I continued, “But there is something I need to ask you.”

“Sure.”

Suddenly I got a little nervous.  “Well, uhm, when you take me, you know, in your ass?”

“Yes?”

“It seems like that would have to be very painful and, I don’t know, just unpleasant and uncomfortable.  But you seem to not only like it, but want it.”

“I do, Curt.  It’s my favorite thing.”

That was hard to believe.  “Really?”

“Yes.  Well, except for kissing you maybe.”

“That is hot!” I gushed and laughed.

When our laughter died down, I asked, “Can you help me understand why you like it so much?”

“We talked about this before, bro,” he said in a slightly authoritative tone.

“Oh.”

“But here goes.  There is sometimes a bit of pain, but that’s mostly avoided by good preparation.  You know, a douche, some rimming, a finger-fuck, and some lube.  Right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve gotten very good at playing your part in preparing me, helping my sphincter to relax.”  He paused.  “The insertion is the next key.  It needs to be slow with pauses for me, I mean, the bottom, to adjust.  You’ve gotten very good at that, too.”

“Okay.  So far, I get it.”

“So, with a smart and loving partner like you, if I have any pain it’s not too bad and only lasts a few seconds.  Once the pain ends, in another few seconds I begin feeling this immense pleasure.”

“How does that feel?”

“It’s really hard to describe in words.  I can tell you something about it, but it’s sort of like describing how a rim job feels, or even a blow job.  Until someone experiences it for themselves, the description is just not adequate.  You can’t quite imagine the feelings if you haven’t felt them yourself.”

“Try to describe it to me.”

“O-kay,” he said slowly.  “I guess it’s a combination of feelings.  There is the fullness.  At first it is a little uncomfortable as my bowels make room for the invader.  The natural tendency is to clamp down to keep this foreign object out of the body.  But that’s what causes the most pain.  Once you learn to hold back and just allow the pain to be, it immediately seems to lessen.  When your body accepts it, the fullness becomes the key signal that you’re connected with that other person.  So, psychologically and emotionally, the slight physical strain on the body to accommodate that big cock has this most amazing result – the understanding of unity with another.  I know I’m not alone when you’re inside me like that.”

“I feel like that, too, when I’m inside you.  The firm grip of your body around my cock is truly amazing, psychologically as well as physically.”

“I think it’s a similar emotional feeling,” Blake agreed.  “For me, it seems a little more intense if I’m the bottom because I have you deep inside me, as near to my heart as my liver or kidneys or other organs.  It’s like you become a vital part of me, inside me like that.”

“Wow.”  I had not imagined it would be more intense than being the top, but it made a little sense to me.

“Besides the full feeling, there’s the warmth.  Your cock is hot when it comes into me.  It doesn’t burn or otherwise have a negative side, but the warmth makes it feel startling at first.  It also makes it obvious that it’s a living thing.  Of course, I already know that, but it seems like it becomes clear due to the heat.  I think the heat and the friction together create this warm, safe, home-y sort of feeling, too, which helps me relax and let down all my barriers.  It’s very pleasant.”

“Yeah, it’s pleasant for me, too.  I feel that sort of home-y feeling you mention when I’m inside your wet and warm body.”

“Uh-huh.  It’s also incredibly relaxing to have a hard, hot cock stroking inside you.  That’s why I can barely move for a while when we finish.  I’m so relaxed.”

It all sounded so good that the few seconds of possible pain would be well worth all these good feelings to follow.

“The part that sends me over the moon is the constant pounding on my prostate.  You know how amazing it feels when I put my fingers in you and rub your prostate.  This is a bit stronger, I think, and lasts much longer.  Imagine a prostate massage lasting up to 20 minutes.”

“Wow,” I giggled.  “I’m not sure I could take so much stimulation.” 

“I know!” Blake laughed.  “But that’s what makes the orgasm so easy and strong, too.  For me, the very best is when I cum with you pounding me.  I absolutely love that!”

I grinned at him.  “I can tell.”

He grinned back at me.  “I’ll bet you can.  So, those are the main feelings, I guess, but the best part is sort of the sum of the whole.  The intensity of the physical feelings and the intensity of the emotional feeling of connecting with you is sort of overwhelming because it all happens together.”

We were quiet for a while as I processed what he had said.  We held hands loosely and enjoyed the cool of the night air.  Finally, I knew for sure what I wanted.

“Babe?”

“Yes, Curt?”

“I want to experience it.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand.  “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Will you show me how it feels?”

“I’d be highly honored, bro.”

We leaned across the space between us and kissed for a brief intense moment.

“Let’s go home,” I said with a wicked grin.

Of course, when we got home, Dad caught us as we were pulling into the driveway.  He was bringing the household trash out to put into the bins by the garage.

“You guys are a little later than usual.  Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I responded.  “We stopped at the park for a short walk and a short talk.”

“You maintained social distance, didn’t you?”

“Of course, Dad,” Blake said.

“Well, actually, there wasn’t anyone else in that part of the park, so it was kind of a moot point,” I said.

“Just checking, guys.  We really can’t be too careful right now.”

“We know, Dad,” Blake said.

Dad turned and looked us deeply in the eyes.  “How are you guys doing together?”

Blake and I exchanged a glance.  “It’s awesome, Dad,” Blake said.

Dad had been so open with us when he told us about Gary that I felt I wanted to share with him, too, but I was hesitant how much to share.

“I’ve noticed you have been careful around the others since we had that little talk.”

“We’ve certainly tried,” I nodded.  After a moment, I went on in a very serious voice.  “We keep getting closer to one another, Dad.” 

Slowly the three of us walked towards the stairs to our little garage apartment.  “Normally I would say closer is always better.  Would you not agree?”

“Sure,” I nodded.  “It’s just that I’m having feelings for Blake I’ve never experienced with anyone before and I’m not sure what they mean.”

“It’s true for me, too, Dad,” Blake volunteered.

Dad opened the garbage can and dropped the bag inside.  “Can you describe the feelings?”  We stepped back from the bin.

“Uhm, I can try,” I said.  “Like he’s the most important person in my life.  Uhm, like there’s a light that shines into every part of my life, every moment of every day.  That light is there because of Blake.  Like life is more complete.  I’m never bored even if I’m doing nothing.  Even if he isn’t in the room with me, he’s sort of spread throughout my thoughts.  He’s become as important to me as air.”

Dad put his hand against my bicep and smiled into my face.  “Son, you’ve just described love beautifully.  I think you’ve fallen in love with your brother.”

“I hope he has,” Blake whispered, “because I’ve been in love with Curt for a long time.”

Dad pulled us into a sweaty, smelly three-way hug, his hands on the backs of our heads.  “I love you both so much!”  His face turned toward me and I felt a gentle and lingering kiss on my cheek.  Then he turned away and I knew he was kissing Blake in the same manner.

He released us and we parted, but I put my arm around Blake and pulled him to my side.  We were out of sight to the house or the street, back between the garage and the big fence that separated us from the alley.

“I’m very happy you guys are experiencing love and that your first love is such a wonderful, kind, and decent man as each of you are.  I’m not surprised at this news because I’ve seen it developing for a while now.”

My brother squeezed my back and said, “How could I not fall for this guy?”

Dad smiled.  “I think when you became sexually involved, it was probably inevitable that you would develop these feelings.  And I do think they’re beautiful.”  He clapped each of us on our shoulders.  “Please forgive me, but I have to be a father and share a little advice with you now.  First, I want you to enjoy this time of new love.  Allow yourselves to open to each other as deeply as you can.  Let your, uhm, lover know you as well as you know yourself.  Share.  Be affectionate whenever you’re alone.  Have a ton of sex.  Always put your lover’s physical and emotional well-being ahead of your own.  Try not to miss an opportunity to show your love.  Accept the not-so-great parts of each other.  They come along with the great parts.  You cannot have the good without the less good.  Bask in the love of this good young man who is choosing you right now.  Enjoy the hell out of each other.  Be happy.  You may never have life quite so good again.”

“Wow, Dad, you’re glad we’re in love?” I asked.

“Yes, I am, truly.”  His smile was warm and full of love, too.  Then it turned a bit stern.  “But it’s not a perfect world.  Almost everyone would consider the two of you being in love as sordid, un-Christian, and abominable.”

Those were tough words.  It hurt to have to think about this ugly reaction to our love.

“I want you to know this instant that I do not share that reaction.  Okay?”  We nodded.  “But you need to understand that most people would really put you down if they knew this.  That’s reality and you should never forget that.  Because you are brothers, you can be together and even share certain types of affection without raising any eyebrows, but it’s best you not let anyone else know about your love for each other, you know, the romantic part.  And it’s best no one knows about your sexual relationship.  You can get in a heap of trouble if people find that out.”

I guess we both looked sad or hurt.  “Don’t let that get you down.  Have the most amazing time together, but just be discrete about the details.  Trust me.  You’ll always be glad you were.”

We both nodded.  “Okay,” I said.

“Just one more thing.  You’re almost grown men, but you’re still quite young, too.  You will change a lot over the next few years and may find your relationship changing as you grow older, go to college, meet other people.  Your love may change, too.  If it does, embrace the new love, the new relationship.  Your relationship will change through the years, but you will always love each other and always be there for each other.  Let your relationship grow naturally and you will both be happy always.”

“Thanks, Dad, for sharing your wisdom,” I said.

“You’re the best!” Blake said.

“Even though you are big, beautiful young men, you are still my boys.  Good-night, sons.”

“Good-night, Dad,” we said in unison.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/15/2021