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

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Chapter 15
 

Our Private Love

As we got upstairs and closed the outside door, we discussed how amazing our father is, his completely open and loving heart, his deep wisdom, and his tremendous way of encouraging and supporting us, even in our special love affair.

As we stripped off our sweaty tennis clothes, Blake asked me if tonight was the time I wanted to take my next step.

With a nervous heart, I nodded.  “Yeah, babe.  I need to know what it’s like.”

He smiled and touched my arm.  “Okay, then we need to be sure you are completely prepped beforehand.  The first step is a douche.  I’ll wait in the bedroom while you take care of that.  It’s not necessarily a shared activity.”  We both chuckled and I was secretly glad because I anticipated being embarrassed if he was with me.  “Call me when you’re ready to shower so I can join you.”

A bit awkwardly I took care of my douche, being sure to determine that my rinse was clean before finishing.  Some pine woods air freshener removed the tell-tale evidence and I felt everything was ready for the next step.  I called my loving brother and he joined me in the bathroom.

We had one of our most affectionate and caring showers together.  We washed each other’s muscular bodies slowly, sensuously, completely.  He had me wash him first and then when he washed me, he took a long time, especially with my butt, balls, and asshole.  After he had cleaned me using two fingers, he knelt and licked me there a bit.  His tongue completely relaxed me all over and somehow replaced my nervousness with the beginnings of real desire.

We dried each other and he told me to comb my hair and put on my sexiest underwear.  I thought this a curious request since the point of the evening required me to be nude, but I followed his instructions.  I knew he had a purpose and trusted that we would get to my deflowering in good time.  So, I rummaged through my underwear drawer and selected my white Emporio Armani mini-briefs.  Blake had me lie on the bed and moved the pillows around a bit, posing me until he was satisfied.  Soon I realized he wanted to take some photos, which I again thought a curious interruption of our sexual activity.  “You look really hot, bro.  You’re amazing!”  After 20 or so shots, he was done and laid his phone down.

Blake sprawled across my body and took my head in his hands, staring deeply into my blue eyes.  “I love you, Curt,” he said quietly and soberly.

“I love you, Blake, completely,” I responded with a similar voice.

“Is it okay if I lead you through this?”

“Of course.  That’s what I want.”

“Wonderful.  Then just relax and don’t worry at all.  Just let your body be open and relaxed and don’t be afraid of anything.  You may have a little pain but I promise it will be only a few seconds and will be quite bearable.  Okay?”

“Yes.  I understand.”

“If at any moment you don’t like what I’m doing, just say so and I’ll stop immediately.  Otherwise, I will do what I think will give you the most pleasure.  Deal?”

I smiled at all the love I felt in his tender concern.  “Of course,” I nodded.

My younger but bigger brother leaned down and planted butterfly kisses on my eyelids, then kissed my forehead, my ears.  (Oh, damn, how sexy his hot breath in my ears was!)  His lips brushed one cheek, detoured to plant a little peck on the end of my nose, and settled almost imperceptibly on my lips.  At first it was less a kiss than a feather-light touch that almost tickled.  Two seconds later the pressure increased and it became a real kiss.  In my completely passive state, I did nothing to Blake except to put my hands on his shoulder blades to stabilize our bodies and hold him near.  His lips parted slightly and his delightful tongue began licking gently along the seam between my lips in this amazingly soft stroke that turned my lips into needy pillows of desire.  I whimpered.  As my lips opened in invitation, his wet tongue slid between them establishing an entrance into me.  My mouth opened more and he pushed further in until his tongue became a significant connection between us.  Gently but firmly, it circled around my tongue as his lips pressed more heavily.  Before I could react, his tongue came to energetic life as it probed, swirled, and caressed my mouth.  I moaned.

As our kiss deepened into endless passion, I became aware of a sort of pain in my dick as it became too long and too thick to be contained easily by my Emporio Armani’s.  I felt Blake’s hand tracing the outline of my cock in my briefs before he broke our kiss and started grinning.

“I think it’s time I got you out of these hot briefs, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, please,” I mumbled.

He gave me a quick peck on the mouth and lifted his body from mine.  He dropped down across my torso until he was upright on his knees between my widespread legs.  “Lift,” he instructed and then tugged the waistband of the briefs over my cock and over my butt.  When the briefs were bunched below my ass, he placed my ankles on his shoulders and leaned forward.  He pulled the briefs across my thighs to my knees, then leaned back and grabbed my ankles in one hand, pushing them away from him.  He grasped my undies and worked them over my ankles and feet before tossing them to the floor.  He brought my feet down to his face and plunged the toes of my right foot into his mouth.  I gasped and moaned as he licked and sucked them like a passel of tiny dicks before moving to the big toe which was treated individually to his amazing oral skills.  Of course, he didn’t leave out the digits on my left foot.  By the time he finished with my feet, my dick was fully erect and beginning to drip precum in its excitement.

Releasing my ankles back to his shoulders, Blake crouched until he could pull my steely manhood into his talented mouth.  As his tongue circled my glans, I groaned and bucked my hips to drive my cock deeper into his mouth.  He sucked me for a few minutes until I thought he was going to bring me off, but he stopped short of that, much to my disappointment.  His tongue next assaulted my ballsac and the sensitive orbs inside.  He sucked them into his mouth one at a time to warm them and stimulate them to make more cum.

After a bit of ball washing, he dropped to my sphincter, where he unleashed the full subtleties of his oral technique with soft breathing on the hairs around my anus followed by delicate taps on the sphincter and then followed by full-on licking and then probing.  When my sphincter allowed his tongue access, he began some amazing tongue-thrusting that quickly had me moaning and flopping around on the bed in my ecstasy. 

“Oh, babe!” I gasped.  “Ho, agh.  Fuck!”

“Curt, love, get up onto your knees.”

His instruction brought me out of my almost catatonic state and took a few seconds to translate to the muscle movements needed to turn over and raise up.  But I managed to do it, getting onto my hands and knees with my knees spread quite a bit.

Blake’s tongue was soon relaxing my hole some more.  I moaned as he inserted a finger alongside his unbelievable tongue and double-fucked my hole in this awesome way.  Soon he replaced his tongue with a second finger while he reached for the tube of lube lying on the bed near him.  I was hardly aware of anything he was doing other than giving my hole a most wonderful time with his fingers.  He withdrew for a moment and I was vaguely aware of the squirting sound of the lube and then his fingers were back.  They felt cool with the greasy lotion and, oh yeah, a third finger!  I groaned loudly.  “Damn, bro!  Oh, yeah!”

Blake spread his fingers to force my hole to open even further.  I could feel the muscle straining to accommodate his fingers in this way, but the sensations never reached a level of pain.  I could feel my sphincter working hard to relax as much as those fabulous fingers were demanding even though my conscious mind was not involved in the process.  My swollen dick released drop after drop of goo onto the sheets beneath me, but I didn’t care about the cleanliness of the sheets, only the sensations in my body.

Blake’s fingers left me empty for a heartbeat before I felt the smooth thickness of his penis against my energized love canal.  I gasped and felt a shock of anxiety as the moment of penetration approached.  “Oh, God,” I prayed aloud.

The pressure increased and Blake cooed, “Relax, babe.”  A moment later, he said, “Push.”

I willed my sphincter to push and before I was aware of any action on my part, suddenly the pressure against my hole lessened as Blake’s cock began to slide through.

“Holy fuck!” I blurted out.  It felt huge!  For an instant I thought this must be his arm, not his cock, but, of course, it was indeed his lovely cock.  He stopped with only a couple of inches inside me.

“Are you okay, Curt?”

I realized I was straining a bit, but I also realized that, miraculously, I didn’t have pain.  His cock was surprisingly hot, but it was pleasant, though completely weird.  “I’m good, babe.”

“Great.  Keep pushing for a minute.”  He leaned forward and pushed a few more inches into my innards.  “You’re so warm and smooth inside, bro.  And very tight!  It’s wonderful.”

I surprised myself a bit when I answered him, “Yes, it’s wonderful.”

Slowly Blake pushed more of his thickness into me.  This time he didn’t stop for what seemed like a whole delicious minute.  At last he said, “You did it, Curt.  That’s it.”

“Ooooh!” I moaned.  “Damn, little brother, you got a lot of cock!”

He chuckled and said, “You’re gonna love every inch.” 

As he started pulling all those inches back out of me, I sighed, “I already do.”

By the third or fourth stroke, I knew this unique set of feelings was something very special.  As Blake had described, I loved the fullness, the warmth, the pushing against my prostate, the sound of his grunts, even his hands on my hips to hold me in place.  I found myself moaning incoherently practically all the time as he gradually sped up his thrusts and added power to them.  My moans became groans punctuated with grunts, too.  I felt my sexual need building in a way that seemed different from any other time.  It seemed to be centered deep inside me rather than in my dick hanging out in front of my body.

At some point, he flipped me onto my back once more, entering me again with no fanfare, just a long push to drive him balls deep into the center of my being.  That powerful dong pounding repeatedly into the middle of me made it unmistakable that our bodies were one for that time.  He was not invading me, nor conquering me, but joining me, merging with me, uniting with me, becoming one with me.  It was as if the very hard dick filling me was creating a new shape inside me, a shape that only that cock could ever fill or satisfy.  I felt Blake’s cock would forever fit perfectly and be the piece that conjoined us, making us into a single unified duo, something wholly unique and beautiful in the world.  I stared up from my position flat on the bed, seeking and finding visual connection with Blake that could mirror the physical connection his cock was making with my ass.

Blake’s pace was very fast, almost as fast as my heart was beating.  Our moans, groans, grunts, and other sounds blended until I couldn’t even separate them.  I reached out for him and he took my hand, then leaned down to kiss me passionately while he kept thrusting as fast and hard as he could.  Suddenly he grasped my neglected dick that was being crushed between our abdomens.  His hand was greasy with the residuals of the lube and also with the precum I was oozing continuously.  He didn’t really stroke me, just held me in a tight grip that clenched in perfect coordination with his thrusts into me. 

And before I knew what was happening, I was cumming!

I shot and shot and shot, our bellies and chests becoming slick with my natural lube.  I screamed into his mouth and then he pulled back so I could shout out my delight and ecstasy.  “Fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Oh my god!  Oh, shit!  Oh, fuck!”

Blake was also screaming, “I’m cumming!  Oh, fuck!  Oh!  Oh!”

For a minute, it sounded like complete pandemonium in the room.  So much was happening all at once, I felt I lost some of the sensory inputs, but that was okay because it felt so very good.

When we quit screaming in ecstasy, Blake dropped down onto my chest as if he had died.  My legs were still in the air.  Blake’s cock was still hard inside me.  I was deliciously full, warm and comfortable, fabulously relaxed, completely amazed.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/22/2021