Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2021 00:55:34 -0800 From: Joe L Subject: Quarantine Twins ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a story about a sexual relationship between two teenage twin boys. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not readthis. If you have comments, please email me at bdslider1@gmail.com. I have decided to post the entire story all in one shot since bingeing is the theme of the pandemic. I hope everyone enjoys! If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to nifty.org. Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quarantine Twins Chapter 1 Quarantine Day 16 I walk into Jonah's room for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. I take a silent but deep breath in through my nose. His room smells so amazing. I know it's sweat. I like to think of it as dick sweat because it smells so sweet. I know it's probably a combo of dick sweat, sweaty clothes, sweaty socks and sweaty hair. Mom is always on both of us to air out our rooms, but my room doesn't smell this good. I must give off my own smell, but I can't smell myself... but I sure as FUCK can smell Jonah, especially when I leave his room and enter again. I can't stay away. I have my whole family convinced that the Wi-Fi signal is strongest in Jonah's room just so I can spend as much time in there as possible. Jonah's my twin brother. I always hear about how twins are supposed to be so close and get along so well. That's not Jonah's and my story. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, when we were little kids, he started resenting me. It was like he hated me for being an inferior copy of himself. He wanted to be THE guy. He didn't want to be one of the two identical guys. Jonah's got issues. I only know some of them. He's seemed unhappy for the past few years. Last year, he started ditching school a lot. He and our parents got hauled into court for truancy. He had to wear an ankle bracelet for a while and wasn't allowed to go anywhere besides school and home. He wouldn't tell me what happened. He barely spoke to me at all. I was able to ask the right people, and I found out some info on the people he was with and where he was going. He has no idea that I know. All my life, I've just wanted to be a part of Jonah's life, and knowing his secrets didn't change that. I've just wanted him to care about what happens to me. I've wanted him to include me in stuff. It's not like Jonah is the bad twin and I'm the good twin. It's more like Jonah gets all the attention, either good or bad... mostly bad... and I'm the invisible one. I don't mind being invisible to most people, but I hate being invisible to Jonah. One day, we got in a fight, and he called me a vaj stain. I've never been called worse, and I can't imagine anything more disgusting. I was beyond pissed, and I just started ignoring him completely. We didn't speak or even acknowledge each other for thirty-two days... twin brothers... for THIRTY-TWO DAYS living in the same house! Then, out of the blue, he asked if he could borrow my phone charger... my fucking PHONE CHARGER! "THAT'S what you have to say to me?" I yelled. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "We haven't spoken in thirty-two days!" "Yes we have, we talked about something yesterday... or was it last week?" he said, scratching his head. I realized it was his way of winning the stand-off. It was his way of telling me that thirty-two days of not speaking to me was nothing to him. "You and your dead phone can fuck off," I said and walked away. "Wait, Jordan... were you... COUNTING THE DAYS since you talked to me?" he laughed. "Fuck, you really ARE a vaj stain!" I was more sad than angry at that point. I felt like I had no connection with my brother... my own twin... and we would never have any connection. I'd be walking around some city in the future, laughing and talking with my friends, and Jonah will be somewhere else... somewhere I won't know, leading a separate life. We won't be in contact. We won't know each other... I won't know my identical twin. I felt like I would always carry that emptiness around with me my whole life, and that vision of the future has haunted me ever since. But as for now, we're quarantined together during the CoVid thing. A nursing home less than a mile away had an outbreak, and now we're stuck. There's nowhere for us to go anyway even if we snuck out. Everything is closed. Jonah's and my relationship has slightly improved, as we've bitched about online school and the parents. Plus, we've been playing some video games together. Our 10th grade year is pretty much over. Most of our teachers have quit trying to teach over Zoom. I'm a good student, but even I couldn't even pay attention to their crappy thrown-together classes. Most of them just started assigning worksheets and told us to read the textbook. We didn't have any more tests, and our school decided to go pass/fail instead of giving grades. Since I already had high enough grades to pass, I just stopped doing work. Jonah did even less work than I did. I've been bored off my ass... I'm even getting tired of gaming. I watch YouTube for hours and have fallen asleep at my desk in front of my gaming computer, banging my head on the keyboard. At least I've tried to keep myself together. I work out a little bit, doing sit-ups and push-ups for a while. Then I climb the stairs over and over until I'm so exhausted I can't move. I take a shower every day, and I trim my hair with the clippers once a week. I get dressed in clean clothes every morning and try to pretend I've got some place to go even though I barely even go out to the backyard anymore. Jonah does the opposite. He wears the same thing every day until Mom forces him to change clothes so she can wash what he has on. Then, whatever he changes into is his outfit for the next few days. I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling every time I think about his hair. His shagginess is so fucking cute. He's also started walking around with a hard-on, right in front of me, like it's nothing. He just wears normal, exercise shorts, which really show it off. It's hard not to stare at it. I'd love to have it as my practice dick. I really want to know what it's like to suck a dick... a hot, juicy, delicious one. From the aroma in Jonah's room, I bet his dick smells amazing right up close... and I bet it tastes even better. I could practice the FUCK out of that dick. I'd practice on that fucking dick so hard that he'd cum. I don't know if I could imagine anything hotter than Jonah cumming because of ME. It's not like he would tell anyone. I've got so much fucking dirt on Jonah, I could blackmail him for years. He doesn't even know that I know so much. I'd just have to drop a little info, and I'd own him. Fuck it. I'm asking him. "Jonah?" He stares at the Nintendo Switch in his lap and ignores me. "Jonah!" He continues to ignore me. "I need to ask you something," I say, walking towards him. "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" The word slowly escapes his lips but seems to disintegrate into the air. He's not paying attention. I'll make him pay attention. "Can I suck your dick?" I ask. Nothing. I watch his eyes dart quickly around the small screen in his lap. How could he not hear that? "Jonah, can I suck your dick?" I try to lean in a little more so the words will get through. "Shut uuuuuuup," he says, still focused on the game. "C'mon man, let me suck it," I whisper. He finally glances over at me and sees by my expression that I'm serious. "I always knew you were gay for my dick," he smirks and then his eyes go back to his game. "I'm not gay for your dick. I just want to see if I like dick. I've been wondering for a while now. Just please let me suck it and I'll be able to tell if I like it." "No," he says, flatly. "C'mon, Jonah. It'll make you feel good, and I'll stop wondering what it's like. It's a win-win." "No way," he says, yawning. He shifts his Switch in his lap, revealing a huge hard-on. "Dude, you're SO fucking boned right now! See, just me talking about it has gotten you hard. Your dick fuckin' WANTS it!" "That's a totally unrelated hard-on," he smirks. "C'mon, Jonah! Think of how good it'll feel!" I try not to sound too desperate. "If you're gonna suck my dick, you'd better close the door," he says, looking back at his game. "And every time you scrape my dick against your teeth, I'm gonna fuckin' knock one of 'em out." "I promise I won't." I jump up and run over to his door and close it as silently as I can. Dad works from home now, and he'll be in his office, but Mom's unpredictable. She used to work for a catering company, but she was one of the first to get laid off. Now she's an Amazon worker, and she always comes home and leaves at weird times, picking up extra shifts and sleeping whenever she can. I have no idea if she's home right now. I guess I just have to be quiet. I want to scream out "YES!"... but I control myself. I close the door and turn back towards Jonah, and he pops his dick out of his shorts. He stares down at me, and I jump on his bed and lie on my stomach between his legs. I scoot up close and take his shaft in my hand. It smells so perfect. It really is dick sweat that fills his room every day, but it's about 100 times more concentrated right up close. I fucking love it. "What if I feel like I'm about to cum?" He fidgets with his Switch. "Just tell me, and I'll jerk you off," I say, starting to rub his shaft. I continue to breathe in the aroma and anticipate all of the sensations I'm about to experience. "Are you gonna suck it or just look at it?" Jonah rolls his eyes. "Okay, okay," I say, licking my lips. "Okay." I take a long lick up his shaft, and the taste is even better than the smell. I think I'm going to like sucking dick. I get to the head and slide it against my tongue, taking it into my mouth and being extra careful of my teeth. The head flares in my mouth, and Jonah moans. I take it slow, really enjoying the taste and trying my best to give pleasure to Jonah. I have to be good. I have to make Jonah WANT me to suck it again. I have to make Jonah want me to suck it ALL the time. I could just curl up between his legs for hours and suck it nonstop. It's so much better than I ever imagined. "Jonah?" I slip his dick out of my mouth, and I momentarily come up for air. His dick is so hard and wet, and I see a small bead of precum form on the tip. I can't help but lick it off. It tastes SO fucking sweet. He laughs, and I chuckle, feeling my cheeks turn red. "What were you going to say?" he asks. "Forget what I said earlier. You can cum in my mouth," I say, immediately going back down on him, but I continue to look in his eyes. "Okay," he says, nodding his head with a little smile. He looks really happy. I can't remember the last time I've done something that made Jonah happy. I continue very slowly. I look up at Jonah again, and we lock eyes. I smile up at him, or at least smile as much as I can with a cock in my mouth. Jonah smiles back. "Are you gonna swallow it?" he whispers. "Mmhmm," I nod. "Fuck yeah." He nods and closes his eyes. "I want you to swallow all of it." His head sinks back into the pillow. His cockhead swells and flares again, and I know the moment is close. I've never felt better in my life. I add a little more pressure with my tongue as I suck him, and I hear the effect in his moan. "Uhhh fuck, Jordan... yeah... FUCK Jordan," he gasps. "Mmhmm," I say, picking up the pace. I can't wait anymore. I want Jonah's cum now. Jonah arches his back and grunts as the cum blasts through my mouth. I moan and swallow it down as quickly as possible. It's so hot and tangy and creamy and perfect. I'm sucking the cum out of my twin brother's dick, and it's... just right. I keep sucking and swallowing, not letting any cum escape my lips. After his orgasm stops, I continue to suck. I don't think I can ever stop. It just tastes and feels too good. "Jordan, stop!" Jonah pushes me off of him, and I fly off of his bed and hit the floor. I lie on my back on the carpet laughing. "It's fucking sensitive!" he laughs, too.' "Dude, Jonah," I say, still smacking my tongue around my mouth, catching some lingering taste of his cum. "Whenever you want me to suck it, just tell me. I'm down!" I don't hear anything from Jonah's bed, but I continue to lick my lips and chuckle, making carpet angels on Jonah's floor. "I'm not gonna let you have all the fun," Jonah says suddenly, and in a flash, he's kneeling between my legs, working my shorts down around my waist. I look down and see cum smeared all over my abs and in my pubes. "Dude, you fucking CAME from sucking my dick!" "So?" I laugh, licking my lips exaggeratedly. Jonah looks my body over with a weird expression on his face. I wonder what he's going to do to me. There's no way he's going to try to beat me up for sucking his dick. Suddenly he dips down and licks up a drop of cum and then another, tentatively at first. The licks quickly turn to slurps, and he devours all the cum left on my body. Once he's done, he takes my dick in his mouth. "Holy shit, Jonah!" I squirm underneath him. I had gotten super hard again just watching Jonah lick up my cum, and I know it won't last much longer. Jonah sucks me firmly as he stares up at me. My eyes lock back on his, and I watch the pleasure come over his face when I start cumming again. He moans and swallows it down as eagerly as I did. After a few more sucks, my dick slips out of his mouth and he looks up at me with a big smile. "Did that feel good?" he asks. "Jonah, holy fuck! Yeah," I say, breathlessly. "I wasn't sure I was gonna be as good. You really seemed to know what you were doing." Jonah stands up and reaches out his hand to me. It takes me a second to realize he wants to help me up. I grab his hand, and as he hoists me up, I see a big tent in his shorts. "Jonah, let me suck it again! It's already hard!" I reach out and give it a squeeze. "Okay, okay," he laughs and brings it out of his shorts. It looks even better than the first time, and my mouth is immediately on it. I get a nice rhythm going, and I can tell from his moans and sighs that I'm getting better. Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder. It sends chills down my body. His touch is fucking electric. He moves his hand to stroke the back of my neck and then to the back of my head. He moves his thumb slightly, and then slides his fingers through my hair. The sensation of Jonah touching me tenderly is the most shocking thing I've experienced in my life. It's way more shocking than watching him lick up my cum and suck my dick. He's the gruffest, most unpolished person I've ever known, and I never thought this side of him existed. Before I know it, the first jet of cum hits my tongue and I quickly swallow it down. The second quickly follows, and I hear a noise at the door. Panic rushes through my body. "Jordan, are you in there?" Mom calls from the hall with an annoyed knock on Jonah's door. I immediately drop to the ground and Jonah quickly hikes up his shorts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one more squirt of cum fly through the air. Mom opens the door, and I just pray she doesn't see it. I crawl part of the way under Jonah's bed, pretending to look for something. "Jesus! How many times do I have to tell you to air this room out!" she coughs and I hear her fan the air dramatically in front of her face with a magazine, as if the air in the room is toxic. It's the best, thickest, most horniest air ever, and I fucking love it. "What do you want?" I snap, my head all the way under Jonah's bed. "What are you doing down there?" she asks. "I'm looking for Jonah's old airbuds. I can't find mine. He said he dropped one, and he didn't know where it went." I stand up, hoping my dick has softened enough to face her. "You left the TV on Netflix again. I want to watch the news." "You just have to press THREE FUCKING BUTTONS!" I erupt, as I elbow past her into the hall. "INPUT! HDMI1! ENTER!" "Don't speak to me that way!" she barks. "Sorry, but how many times do I have to tell you?" I snatch up the remote and press the three buttons. "The last time I tried to do it myself, I got it so screwed up that it took you ten minutes to figure out how to get back to TV, remember?" "Just keep trying it. If you keep asking me to do it every time, then you'll never learn." I fill up my water bottle and walk outside to stand on the front porch. I need to be alone right now. I take several deep breaths. The skin on my shoulder, neck, and scalp where Jonah touched me keeps tingling. I rub it, and the tingles spread all over my body, and I laugh. I may not get Jonah to touch me again. He might pretend the whole thing never happened. The whole thing might backfire, and Jonah might become even more aggressive towards me if he freaks out. I'm going to give it my best shot, though. * * * Everyone heads to bed, and the possibility of Jonah pretending nothing happened seems much more possible now. He ignored me and wouldn't make eye contact after I left his room, all through dinner and while sitting around with the parents the rest of the night. After a while, I stopped trying. I'll go into his room tomorrow and find out what's going on. I linger in the bathroom after I brush my teeth, but he doesn't come in. I turn off the lights and crawl into bed. For now, I'm going to relive every second VERY SLOWLY in my mind. I start on the smell, right when I settled in between his legs. His dick looked so ready, and he smelled so fucking sweet and horny. He looked down at me with wide eyes, most likely wondering what it would feel like. I wish I would've taken a few more seconds to inhale that sweet dick air through my nose- There's a soft knock on my door and Jonah quietly slips in my room. My heartbeat quickens. "What are you doing?" he asks with a loud whisper. "What?" "Why didn't you come to my room?" "Uhh... I wasn't invited." "Since when does that stop you?" "I don't come into your room at night." "Well, you're gonna have to start," he smiles. "My room's farther away from Mom and Dad's than yours." "Okay," I get out of bed quickly, forgetting that I'm already hard. "Fuck dude! You're making my mouth water." He gives it a quick squeeze, and we sneak back down the hall to Jonah's room. "Mmmm, your room smells so good!" I say as he closes his door. "What does it smell like?" He takes a couple of sniffs with a confused look on his face. "Hot fuckin' dick," I laugh and lick my lips. "Like this one?" He brings it out and wags it in front of me. "Yeah, like that one." I wrap my hand around his shaft. "So whadd'ya wanna do?" "Let's sixty-nine and try to cum in each other's mouths at the same time," he smiles. "Nice." I bite my lip. "Nice," he nods. We climb in his bed and lie sideways so that our dicks are in front of each other's faces. "Holy shit, dude," he whispers. "You're leaking pre." He licks it up with a loud slurp. "I've been thinking about this afternoon," I say with a smile. Jonah's dick throbs and a bead of precum emerges from the tip. I lick it up, and it's just as sweet as earlier. "You ready?" he asks with a tilted smile. "How do we do this?" "I think you know how to do it," he laughs. "I mean, how do we cum at the same time?" "Well, if you feel like you're about to cum, just tap my leg, and I'll slow down. Then you can suck harder and catch me up." "Okay," I smile up at him, thinking about what's about to happen. "Let's do this," he says and opens his mouth. I see the head of my cock disappear past his lips and I slide his dick against my tongue until it's fully in my mouth. It's warmer than this afternoon. It's so fuckin' good. I stuff as much of his dick in my mouth as I can and give it a couple of nice firm sucks. The taste and the smell, combined with the feeling of Jonah working on my dick immediately sends me over the edge. I pull his dick out of my mouth quickly. "I'm gonna cum!" we say simultaneously. We take a half-second to laugh and enjoy the timing before quickly stuffing our dicks back in our mouths. I try to maintain the same pressure and speed as Jonah as my orgasm quickly approaches. Jonah's dick swells and begins to squirt in my mouth while I unload in his. I wrap my lips tightly around his shaft, making sure I don't let any escape while the taste soaks into my tongue. The taste is so unbelievably perfect that I just start involuntarily swallowing it down like my life depends on devouring his cum as fast as I can. It's by far the best orgasm of my life... and also, the best moment of my life. "Dude, Jordan, that was fuckin' perfect!" Jonah smiles at me, jerking my dick softly in his palm. "Holy shit, you're still cumming!" he says, licking up a final drop of cum that just emerged from my dick. I suck on Jonah's dick for a few more seconds, just in case there's a drop left for me, too. "Fuck, Jonah, you came so much!" I say, licking my lips. "So did you, man," Jonah whispers, licking my tip over and over. "Why does your cum taste so fuckin' GOOD?" "Does it?" I smile down at him. "Holy FUCK yes!" "Have you ever tasted your own?" I ask, raising one eyebrow. "Yeah." "How did yours taste?" "Okay, I guess." "Well, it's the same for me. Your cum tastes about a million times better than mine." "You serious?" "Yeah, I guess it's because I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I finally got it." I lick his dick a couple more times. "Have you... thought about tasting my cum before." "Maybe once or twice," Jonah chuckles. "I bet that's it then." "And it probably helps that we were fucking cumming while the cum was shooting all over our tongues." "Yeah, that might've made things a little yummier." "Jordan, dude, you gotta promise me something." "What?" My heart rate picks up again. "You gotta promise me you won't jerk off anymore. Whenever you need to cum, just find me and I'll open my mouth and take it." "Jonah, I'm horny ALL the fuckin' time!" I laugh. "I have to cum like... four or five times a day!" "That's perfect. I want all of yours. I want every single fucking drop. You have to promise me!" "I want all of yours, too." I say calmly, staring into his eyes. "It's yours," he says with a dirty smile. "This whole quarantine thing has just gotten a million times better." We stare at each other for a few seconds. We're both hard again with all the talk about eating each other's cum... ALL of each other's cum in the future. "How many times did you cum today?" Jonah asks. "Four," I smile and bite my lip. "Do you think you can make it five?" Jonah asks. "Definitely." "Fuck yeah," Jonah says and slides my dick back into his mouth. I start sucking Jonah again. I love how hard I make him in the short time since he last came. His shaft is already hard as steel, and his tip is swelling in my mouth over and over. I angle my head so I can watch Jonah sucking my dick. His lips are sliding slowly up and down my shaft, taking a little extra time over my pleasure spot. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. He absolutely loves this, and he's going to love it even more in a few seconds. I quickly reach that perfect feeling, and with Jonah sucking like he is, there's no way I can hold back. I make sure to watch Jonah's face as I feel the cum squirting out of my dick. "Mmmmmm," he moans. I watch his adam's apple twitch as he swallows it down. I blaze it into my memory. His load quickly follows, and I savor it, twirling my tongue around his dick. I finally swallow it all in one big gulp. It's better and better every time. "Fuck, Jonah!" I plop my head back against the mattress and lick my lips. I smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and the taste of his cum is still very strong. "So fuckin' good." I look down at Jonah, and he's still sucking me, even though I've gone mostly limp. He's not giving up. "Jonah!" I laugh, but it's like he doesn't even hear me. "Okay," I say, shrugging my shoulders. I slip his dick back in my mouth, and in a few seconds, we're back in a perfect rhythm. I don't know if we can do this... I'm pretty exhausted, and I don't remember the last time I came six times in a day. But I'm here for Jonah. There's nothing I want more than to give him a little more cum. Slowly, Jonah's dick hardens again, and I finally feel mine go fully erect. Jonah continues to suck, looking as happy as ever. I have no idea how long we've been at it, but it doesn't matter. I'm not stopping until I give Jonah one more load. Without warning, Jonah's dick begins to squirt in my mouth, and that's all I need. I hear the familiar moan as Jonah tastes my cum flowing through his mouth again, and I feel a weird sense of pride and accomplishment. I take a few deep breaths as I stare at the ceiling and finally look back at Jonah. His head is slumped back against his pillow, his mouth is still open, and he's deep asleep. He's so adorable... the little cum chugger is all tuckered out. I quietly and carefully maneuver out of his bed without waking him up. I look down at him, and I can't resist. I lean over and gently kiss his forehead. I sneak out of his room, down the hall, and plop down in my bed, and the exhaustion washes over me. I've never been so tired, but I can't stop staring at he ceiling, thinking about how much my life has changed in a few hours. Chapter 2 Quarantine Day 17 I wake up, and I can tell immediately by the brightness of my room that I've slept in really late. After blinking a few times and letting my eyes focus, I look over to see Jonah lying on the floor next to my bed. He hasn't noticed that I've woken up yet. He's got his earbuds in. He's different somehow. He's wearing clean clothes. He's wearing a pair of my clean white Nike socks. I love that somehow. I love that his feet are in my socks right now. Also, he's cut his hair. He used the clippers. He's so fuckin' cute, bobbing his head to some song he's listening to. I start to laugh, and he finally notices me. "You're finally awake! Jesus!" He smiles up at me. "What?" "You got pretty for me!" I chuckle. He picks up one of my shoes and throws it at my head. I deflect it with my forearm. "I didn't get PRETTY for you! It was just time." "It was time two weeks ago," I laugh. "If you want, I can clean up the hair around your ears and in the back of your neck. Mom does it for me when I cut my hair." "Okay, but that's not what I want right now," he smiles. "Already?" I ask. I feel myself start to salivate because I know Jonah will be cumming in my mouth in just a few seconds. "ALREADY?!? I've been waiting all morning. You NEVER sleep later than me! I would've jacked off THREE times already if I hadn't promised you I wouldn't!" "Sorry, after I got in bed last night, I just couldn't turn my brain off. I was so exhausted, but I couldn't stop replaying everything over and over in my mind." "In a good way?" he asks with a sexy voice. "In a very good way," I nod. "Where's Mom?" "She's gone. She picked up a shift." "Is Dad in his office?" "Yep." "Are you still on the floor?" "Nope!" Jonah leaps up and falls next to me in bed. In seconds, our hard dicks are in each other's mouths. We grunt and moan our way to the edge. Jonah's dick is so warm, and I can already taste his pre. I know I'm just seconds away from exploding in Jonah's mouth, so I pick up the pace. Just as I reach my climax, Jonah's cum begins flooding through my mouth. He moans loudly while I give him all of the cum I built back up last night while I couldn't sleep, thinking of him. I don't swallow this time, trying to savor his cum as long as I can. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES FUCK YES!" Jonah laughs, letting his head rest on my thigh. I love that he's touching me comfortably without even thinking about it. "Mmmmm," I moan, not willing to swallow just yet. "So FUCKIN' GOOD," he says, smacking his tongue around his mouth. "AHHHH," I say, finally swallowing it all down in one gulp. "God damn, you gave me so much!" "I fucking LOVE that... I start cumming, you start cumming, when your cum hits my tongue, it makes me cum SO fuckin' hard, and my cum makes you cum even harder... and that makes me cum even HARDER, and that-" "Yup," I laugh. "It's so fucking perfect." "Yeah," he sighs happily, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm so fucking hungry," I say suddenly, "I mean for food, not for cum... I mean, I'm so fucking hungry for more cum, too, but we can do that later." "I had a banana, but I could eat," he says. "God damn right you had a banana," I say, smiling down at him. He licks the tip of my dick a couple of times and we finally pry ourselves out of bed. I make some brown-n-serve sausage and scrambled eggs with cheese, just the way Jonah likes it. I've watched Mom cook for him, and I've always noted how he likes his food. I guess I was waiting for the time I could cook for him. He pours us some O.J., and we stand next to each other at the sink, stuffing our faces. If we eat anywhere else in the house, Mom will know, and she'll kill us. If one crumb gets anywhere, the entire room will be bombarded by millions of ants in under an hour. Suddenly, with a mouth full of sausage and egg, Jonah puts his hand on my back and warmly rubs it around in a circle. I almost choke on my food and look at him with shock. He just smiles back at me sweetly with a piece of egg in his teeth. It's more than I can take. I set my plate of food down and wrap my arms around him. "Whoa!" Jonah says and spits some egg into the air. He sets down his plate of food and wraps his arms around me. This is it. I guess this is what I always wanted... to feel close to him... to feel this kind of warmth. I stand in place, hugging him, way longer than the awkwardness threshold, but he holds me just the same. I finally let him go and back up so I can look in his eyes. "You HUGGED me!" I say. It comes out a little more dramatic than I had hoped. "Wait... YOU hugged ME!" he points at me with a smirk. "You hugged me BACK!" I point back at him. "So?" He shrugs his shoulder. "You didn't have to do that," I say. "I've seen people try to hug you before... grandparents, friends... you just stand there like a statue with your arms at your sides." "Well, it just seemed right to hug you back," he says calmly and finishes the last bites on his plate. "Why?" "Why the fuck not?" he asks. "You have to tell me! Why did you hug me back?" I'm starting to sound like a stupid, desperate, obsessed girl. "Look, you're... just not a person I want to piss off right now," he smiles at me. "You mean... you hugged me because I'm your own personal cum dispenser?" "No, I just... FUCK! I'm just REALLY FUCKING HAPPY right now, and you're REALLY FUCKING HAPPY, and I hugged you because I wanted to hug you and I want the happiness to continue." "Yeah, you're right. I'm really fucking happy, too," I say, "Sorry." "It's okay," he says. We clean up our mess and make sure there are no crumbs left in the kitchen. "You still want me to trim your hair?" I ask. "Yeah sure," he says. I head upstairs towards the bathroom to get the hair scissors. "Hey Jordan?" "Yeah?" I stop and turn around. "I'll give you a hug whenever you want," he says with an embarrassed smile. "I mean, that's the least I can do." I sprint at Jonah as fast as I can and our bodies smack together loudly when I reach him. I hug him as tightly as I can. "Jesus... you homo!" Jonah laughs as he hugs me back again. I let out an involuntary moan into his shoulder. I pull a chair into the bathroom and Jonah plops down while I start to trim his hair. I run a finger softly around his ear, clearing the tiny bits of hair that I've trimmed. "Quit TICKLING me!" Jonah squirms and doubles over. "Stop it! I have scissors next to your head!" I laugh. "I'm just wiping away the hair." "No you're not! You're doing that finger thing on purpose to drive me crazy!" "The finger thing is driving you crazy cuz YOU'RE a big homo!" I laugh. "How DARE you!" he shouts with a huge smile. "So ARE you?" "What gave me away? Was it my insatiable appetite for cum?" "Ooh, big word!" "It's one of my fave clips on Pornhub... 'Insatiable Cum Chuggers'." "REALLY?" I double over with laughter. "Yeah, the best one is volume 4. I love it when a guy cums in another guy's mouth... and the taste makes that guy cum... Fuck, it's SO hot... I know, like, porn isn't real, but when a guy cums from the taste of cum... that shit can't be faked, I mean, that's how you really know he LOVES it!" Hearing these words come out of Jonah's mouth makes me instantly hard. Thinking about Jonah watching gay porn... dick- slurping, dudes cumming in dudes' mouths... seeing Jonah's eyes glazed over, transfixed, licking his lips, imagining a guy cumming in his mouth... I wonder if we've ever been in our bedrooms with just a wall separating us... both of us watching cum-in-mouth gay porn at the same time... Fuck! "You'll have to show me." I smile, evening the hair around his neck. "I've seen some of that stuff, but I spend most of my time online researching twins... reading about gay twins, identical twins where one is gay and the other is straight-" "Wait, you were worried I was straight?" "Yeah. I know, it's dumb." "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." He rubs my dick through my shorts, which responds by throbbing. "I wanna suck it, not sixty-nine, I just want to suck it and concentrate on how it feels and how it tastes," he smiles. "Okay... but if you're about to cum, you better cum in my mouth." I say, folding my arms. "God dammit," he says as we quickly head down the hall towards his room. "I know it's been less than an hour since I tasted your cum, but it feels like it's been a fucking year!" "I know, I'm ready for some more." I lie back on Jonah's bed and let my head sink into his sweaty pillow. I love it. A few months ago, if I had laid on his bed and put my head on his pillow, there would have been punches thrown. Now, he's pulling down my shorts with a big smile like he's unwrapping a present. He pries it out of my boxer briefs with wide, eager eyes. "Duuude!" he chuckles before giving my shaft a long lick, ending up right on the sweet spot. I jerk as the pleasure rocks my body. He continues licking it all over, occasionally pressing my entire dick past his lips and into his mouth, but just for one pass. He takes it out and continues to run his tongue all over it, wetting every bit of my shaft. "It tastes so fucking good," he pants before stuffing it all in his mouth again. I see his body jerk occasionally with pleasure. I see his hips start and stop to hump the mattress, as his body is ready for a release. Occasionally, I see his hand wander down to his dick and give it a squeeze. It looks like it's taking every bit of self-control not to start jerking as hard as he can. "I love how hard it gets," he says with a smile before giving another full-length slobbery lick. "The harder it gets, the harder it squirts," I say, followed by a long moan. "Fuck, dude! You're gonna make me cum." He says, taking it back in his mouth. He gives it a couple more long, slow sucks, then comes back up for air. "Dude, I could literally do this all day." "Mmmm, me too." I say, sighing and closing my eyes. "Tomorrow, let's have a little competition." "Like what?" he asks quickly, then slips my dick back in his mouth. "Tomorrow, when Mom leaves for her shift, let's sixty-nine, and the first one to take the dick out of his mouth loses." "You think you can beat me in a dick-sucking competition?" he laughs and then continues to suck. "Yeah, I think I have a good shot. I mean, have you SEEN your dick?" "But yours is just so..." he takes a couple of more slurps up the shaft, "juicy and... mmmm..." "It's about to get a lot juicier," I say, breathing heavy. "Don't say anything else, or you're gonna make me cum!" he says before diving down on me again. "Mmmm... a dick sucking competition... I'm gonna cum in your mouth SO many times... Mmmm..." "Fuck, that's it!" He says leaping up and straddling my chest. "I'm gonna fucking cum! Open your mouth, I wanna see it. I wanna fuckin' see my cum shoot in your mouth!" I open my mouth and close my eyes, and I feel the first hot jet blast the back of my mouth and then spill down to coat my tongue. Another squirt, and then another... I feel like my mouth is going to fill up if I don't swallow, but I don't want to miss any. I keep my mouth open, and once I don't feel any more squirts, I open my eyes. I see a last, big drop about to fall, and I stick my tongue out just in time so that it lands on the tip. I give it a lick and then a quick suck, just in case before I finally take a huge gulp and swallow it all down. "Fuck, Jonah," I laugh, licking my lips. "Dude, I was feedin' you fuckin' ROPES!" "Yeah, it was so fuckin' good." "You got some for me?" he asks, climbing back down to get his mouth positioned on my dick. "Yeah," I whisper. "You wanna see it too?" He smiles up at me. "Definitely." He positions his open mouth just above my dick, and I see my cum launch straight up into his mouth over and over and then begin to drip down my shaft and into my pubes. He moans with every blast and finally lowers his mouth down, slurping up all the cum that he let escape. "Fuck! That... HOT... spermy... taste!" He continues to suck my softening dick as I let my body relax and sink into his sweaty mattress. My eyes start to close as he continues to suck, but a lightning bolt cracks through my body as he rests his hand on mine. He's laser-focused on my dick, but my right hand, which was just limp at my side next to me, is now covered by his hand. He's not holding my hand... he's just touching it... resting his hand on mine. I don't even know if he notices it, but it feels more amazing than having my dick sucked. I get hard again very quickly, concentrating on the touch. He moans as my shaft stiffens in his mouth. He removes his hand from mine to pump my shaft, and I close my eyes, remembering how his hand felt just seconds before. In just a few more seconds, his moans get louder as I'm squirting in his mouth again. He swallows it down and finally takes his mouth off my dick with a big smile. "Dude! Jordan! You like... came twice in about... two minutes!" he says, catching his breath. "How did you do that?" "I dunno. It must be your skills," I laugh, but I feel my face turn red. I wonder if he knows the real reason. "You gonna cum?" "Of course!" he says, climbing back onto my chest. He sticks his dick in my mouth, and I massage his sweet spot with my tongue. He begins to breathe heavy and moan as I bring him right to the edge, and I get a fresh mouthful to savor. "Fuck!" he collapses to my side. "Gotta sleep," he murmurs as he lays his head down on my chest. I still have his cum in my mouth and smile as I hear his breathing slow down and become sleep noises. After a few more minutes of complete bliss, I swallow his cum and look down lovingly at him. His cheek is pressed against my chest and a tiny bit of drool escapes the side of his mouth and rests on my skin. I'm sure there's a little bit of my cum in that drool. I officially love him. I never knew being in love could be this amazing. Chapter 3 Quarantine Day 18 We are just a few minutes into our marathon sixty-nining competition. We've both already squirted a big load, and we're both working up another one. I angle my head so that I can watch Jonah work on me. I love the emotions I can see on his face when he's sucking me. The sight makes my dick harden even more, and with a quick pulse of the head, the whole thing slips out of his mouth and flops against his cheek for a second before he stuffs it back in. "Mmm!" I point at him. I can't believe he lost this quickly! "Nnn-nnn," he says, shaking his head as he continues to suck me. "Mmm-hmm!" I point at him again in triumph, and he takes my dick out on purpose so he can talk. "It was just a slip because you made it swell! It doesn't count!" I finally take his dick out my mouth. "Well, if that slip didn't count, then you talking about the slip definitely does!" "Fuck!" he shakes his head and then licks my tip. "I was gonna go for hours!" "Now, I gotta figure out what I want," I say, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. "Oh yeah, we were so focused on sucking each other's dicks, we didn't decide what the prize for winning is," he laughs. "I'll take a massage," I say with a satisfied smirk. "I can give your dick a massage with my lips," he says, stuffing it back in and giving it a few firm sucks. "Wait!" I laugh, squirming away from him. "Okay, you can give me a shoulder massage, a back massage or a foot massage. Your pick." "How 'bout all three?" he asks with an adorable smile. "Seriously?" "Yeah, and if you're good, you might get a happy ending." "I have a feeling I'll get a happy ending if I'm bad, too." I raise one eyebrow. "Yeah prolly," he laughs. "I'll give you an hour massage... 20 minutes on each. What do you want first?" "How 'bout my back? It's been pretty tense lately," I say, rolling over on my stomach. Jonah leaps up and sits on my legs, leans forward and begins the massage. I moan uncontrollably, mostly just from the touch of Jonah's hands on my body. "Dude," he laughs. "Sorry, it feels... really good," I sigh, breathing deeply into his sweaty sheets. He pushes his fingers into my back, penetrating any deep tension that the many blowjobs I've received recently haven't quite reached. Jonah seems to be into it, too. He's really enjoying giving me pleasure. Fuck, this is an unbelievable feeling. Jonah caring about me and wanting to make me happy is better than any sexual pleasure I've ever had... even if it's just to get more cum. "Flip over, lemme do your feet," he says. I groan as I come back from several layers of bliss. "That felt... so good." I flip over and a sticky string of pre connects the tip of my dick to the skin just below my belly button. "Damn dude!" Jonah swoops down and licks it all up before picking up my feet and plopping them in his lap. "Sorry, my socks might be kinda sweaty," I say. I wonder if he can feel my heart beating all the way down in my feet. It feels so fucking strong and seems to go through my whole body. "My feet stink, your feet stink, who cares?" He shrugs his shoulder. I close my eyes as he rubs my feet, and the pleasure washes over my body again. He's really digging in, and I feel my dick swell. After a few minutes, he stops and I open my eyes, just in time to see him lick the tip of my dick again. "Sorry, you were leakin' magic again," he says with a satisfied smile. "Can't help it, your hands are magic." "Good," he says, taking my feet back in his lap. I drift down away from reality as he continues to massage the fuck out of my feet. I don't know if I can handle any more pleasure. After a while I feel the sudden stop and the quick lick at my dickhole. "Ready for the shoulders?" he asks. "Nah, that's good... You really did a good job. I'll let you off the hook," I say. My entire body feels relaxed, and my eyes want to close again. "Fair is fair," he says and leans back against the headboard of his bed. He spreads his legs and pats his chest. "Here, scoot in between my legs and lean up against me. I'll work on your shoulders. I look at him, and I can't resist. I back up to him and lean back against him. So much of our skin is touching each other. This is much more contact than our hugs. He begins working on my shoulders, and I can't stop my moans from escaping. Every time he hits the spot, I let out a long, low one. Actually, he's finding spots I didn't even know I had. As he keeps the massage going, I hear him grunt and moan, too. I feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulders, and it feels like his lips are less than an inch away. I've never thought I could feel this way about any person. I'm starting to lose control. I don't think I can resist kissing him anymore. I know it will freak him out, and it could ruin everything. I want it so badly, though. I want to taste his tongue. I swear, if I feel his lips or tongue on my shoulder, I'm gonna flip over and do it! Fuck, he just has to let his lips graze my skin. I keep waiting for it, but he just continues breathing and grunting along with me. I finally can't stand it anymore. "I'm gonna cum," I say, followed by a big moan. Jonah scrambles into place and gets his mouth around my dick just as I let loose. He moans and humps the mattress, experiencing an intense orgasm of his own as he tastes everything that I've built up in the last hour. "Dude," he says finally coming up for air with a big smile. "That's the most you've ever came! You're definitely getting a massage every fucking day!" Chapter 4 Quarantine Day 22 "Mmm, fuck! I totally thought I was gonna cum before you, but just as I was about to..." Jonah licks his lips with his big cum-eating smile. "Fuck dude, that was SO good!" "Yeah, it was," I lick his dickhole a couple of times before stuffing the whole thing back in my mouth again. "I'm so fuckin' sweaty," he says. "You always make me break out in the fuckin' sickest sweat." "I know, I can smell it," I say, taking a big whiff his dick. "I gotta take a shower." He groans as he climbs out of bed. My head plops down against the mattress with disappointment. At least I'll get to stay in Jonah's bed while he's in the bathroom. I can lie here and take in the sweat and sex smell for a while, and I'll sneak back to my room when I hear the water stop. I'm sure he'll want to go right to sleep after he gets out. "C'mon!" he whispers and extends his hand out to me. "Huh?" My brain doesn't process what he just said. "Do I have to carry you?" he laughs. He takes my hand and interlocks our fingers, pulling me out of bed. My heart leaps, feeling Jonah's fingers firmly and lovingly squeezing my hand. "I take showers at night all the time! They won't think anything of it. Mom collapses after her shifts, and Dad wouldn't climb the stairs if the first floor of the fucking house was flooded! Look, we can get each other cleaned up and get the sweat out of our hair... and if any boners pop up, we can fuckin' suck the cum out of 'em." He's right. We're really in no danger of getting caught. We silently tip-toe down the hall to the bathroom, and Jonah continues to hold my hand. I know I'll be replaying this moment over and over. Fuck, this is a new milestone for us. I really feel like I'm his boyfriend for the first time instead of just a guy he blows. We get into the bathroom and turn on the water and fan to drown out the noise. I suddenly get nervous with the bright bathroom light spilling over my naked body. "Why do you take so many showers in the middle of the night?" I ask, fidgeting. "I get sweaty and horny. Sometimes, I like to turn the shower massager on jet and just stand and let it hit the sweet spot on my dick until I cum without even stroking. It feels better than beatin' one out." "Wow, I've never tried that," I say, climbing in the shower and adjusting the showerhead to the jet massage setting. "And you never will," he grabs it and hangs it back up. "I'll take care of your sweet spot from now on," he says with a horndog smile. We squirm and push each other, trying to get as much of our bodies under the hot water as we can, laughing hysterically. Finally, the bathroom steams up enough that we can stand away from the water without shivering. We both look down, and we see two throbbing boners pointing up at us. "Do you wanna go first?" I ask. "Dude, Jordan, you're the best brother EVER!" he says, sinking to his knees. He smiles up at me for a couple of seconds before going to work on my dick. He's right... he really can take care of my sweet spot. I know he wants the cum, so I don't hold it back. In less than a minute, I feel the pleasure wash over me, and he moans loudly while he downs my latest load. "Dude! Jordan!" he says, twirling his tongue around his mouth. "You gave me SO MUCH... and you just came a few minutes ago!" "Uhh..." I know it was the hand-holding that did it. I know my balls churn up some good stuff for him every time we have a moment of tenderness. "I guess you just have the magic touch." "I'm ready to bust!" he smiles, gripping his shaft. I drop to my knees as he rises to his feet. I quickly get my mouth around the head, and with a couple of quick licks, his juice flows through my mouth. I love that I can make Jonah cum, but I really love that I can do it so quickly. His dick really responds to everything I do. I swallow it all down and get back to my feet. Jonah has a sleepy, satisfied smile. "How'd I do?" he asks. "I think you've taken over the title of best brother ever!" I say, licking my lips. "No way, man!" he laughs and grabs my dick, giving it a few quick jerks. I throw a few elbows at him, trying not to giggle like a little girl. Eventually, I squirm out of his grasp and grab up a scrubby sponge and some body wash. "Want me to wash you?" I ask, biting my lip in anticipation. He nods and closes his eyes. I squirt some soap into the sponge and start washing his back. I make very slow but deep strokes, leaving behind big streaks of suds. After a few passes, I start rubbing his skin next to the sponge with my free hand. After a little while, I begin to hear him moan from my touch all over his body. After his back, I wash up his arms, then down to his legs. I turn him around to work on his front and see that he's fully hard again. I smile at it but try to ignore it. He's really enjoying this wash, and I work the soap into his chest and abs and up to his shoulders. I wash his face carefully and finish up by giving him a long scalp massage as I shampoo his hair. I finally rinse him thoroughly, and he opens his eyes with a big smile. "Thanks, that felt great," he says. He quickly leans in and kisses me. It's the moment I've waited for my whole life, but it's over in less than a second. My knees go weak and I grab for the shower door bar just in time to steady myself. "Holy shit!" I say way too loud. "Dude, calm down!" Jonah laughs. "Jonah, you want to KISS?" I ask, my heart rate speeding up every second. "Yeah, I mean, we can kiss. I was, ya know... thinkin' sometimes, when you're lookin' at me... sometimes you look like... like... you wanna kiss me." He looks down at his feet, shifting his weight back and forth. "And, I thought kissing might, ya know, help get our dicks hard again after we cum, and then it can help churn up more cum... and-" "Jonah." I wait until he looks up at me. "Forget all that stuff. Do YOU want to kiss ME?" He looks straight into my eyes, not talking, not wavering. He takes a step towards me, and I wrap my arms around him just as our lips meet. I feel his tongue meet mine for the first time. I let out a low, long moan into his mouth, as I live the new best moment of my life... I've had so many best moments of my life in the last few days, but this blows them all away. He's holding nothing back, and we're going at it so deeply. I love his taste. He tastes like love. The pleasure builds inside of me, and I have another massive orgasm from my first kiss. The weariness quickly overwhelms me, and my head flops over onto his shoulder. "You cum?" he asks, breathing heavily. "Yeah," I say, looking into his eyes. "Me too." He swipes as much as he can on his fingers and then licks it clean. I do the same on his abs. "Hey, there are other ways besides kissing to get my dick hard and churn up cum," I say, grabbing my balls. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" he pleads with a wide grin. "Hold my hand, like you did earlier." He grabs both of my hands and holds them in his. "Touch my arm, run your fingers through my hair, hug me, hold me, say sweet things to me," I say, embarrassing myself with each word, but his expression doesn't change. He just stands and listens. "Lemme get this straight," he says. "So, you want me to suck your dick and eat your cum and kiss you and hug you and touch you tenderly and say sweet things to you?" "Well, yeah," I say, biting my lip. "You think you can handle that?" "Dude, Jordan! What you want is a boyfriend!" "Well... umm." "Hey Jordan," he says squeezing my hands. "What?" "Wanna be my boyfriend?" he asks with a sweet, tilted smile. I sprint the one step between us, almost slipping before I reach his lips. I kiss him with every ounce of strength I have left. I'm kissing my boyfriend, and I love it, and he sure seems to love kissing me. "I'm sorry," he says, pulling back. "Don't you fuckin' be sorry!" I say, trying to pick up my head, but it flops against his shoulder again. He holds me so I don't fall down. "No, I mean... a few days ago, when you hugged me, and I said, 'You can hug me whenever you want...' I almost said you can kiss me whenever you want, too." "Really?" "Yeah, I chickened out. I got nervous. I thought I'd suck at it." "You definitely DON'T suck at it. You made me feel SO good." "Well, you can totally kiss your boyfriend whenever you want," he laughs. "I promise, I'll make up for all those missed kisses." "You better, and you're gonna start payin' up right now," I say. We dive into another deep kiss, but after a couple of minutes, the hot water finally runs out and we pry ourselves apart. We stumble out of the shower, trying not to laugh too loudly, but a noise at the top of the stairs jars us back to reality. Suddenly, my head clears, and I'm awake and alert. We both freeze, but the noise never returns. Maybe it was the cat, but she never comes upstairs at night. She sleeps in Mom and Dad's room. Jonah and I whisper a plan where I leave first, then he hides for a few seconds, then pretends just to come in and start brushing his teeth. I brush my teeth and return to my room, playing my part. We were so close, so connected just minutes ago. Now, the fear and uncertainty make him feel a long way away. I lie silently in my bed. I was so exhausted getting out of the shower, but now I'm wide awake. My heart is thumping and a big smile creeps over my face, realizing that I'll be able to kiss Jonah again in the morning. I can't wait. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I hear my door open and I quickly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I hear footsteps move silently towards my bed, and I know it's Jonah. Mom would've already said something or just left. "Dude, I know you're not asleep," he whispers. I open my eyes and my big smile returns when I see his face in the dim light. "Did you hear anything?" I ask. "No, did you?" "Nah, it was probably nothing," he says, pushing my chest down onto the mattress. "Here, lie back." "Why?" "I totally forgot to give you a good night kiss, bro," he says. My dick throbs as the words come out of his mouth. He leans over and starts with a couple of soft kisses. He must see in my eyes that I want more. I put a hand on the back of his neck, and he opens his mouth for a deep tongue-kiss. "G'niiiiite," he says, followed by several more short kisses. He turns to leave, but once he reaches the doorway, he heads back for three more. I can't believe Jonah loves to kiss! I may have a new favorite activity... although his cum tastes SO good... He quietly sneaks out, and I'm alone again... alone with the feels, running through every part of my body... alone with the tingles left on my lips where Jonah's lips were just kissing me over and over... alone with this massive hard-on. Fuck, Jonah was right about the kissing launching my dick back up quickly. I know there's no way I can go to sleep with everything that's going on inside my body. I tiptoe down the hall, hearing nothing from downstairs or Jonah's room. I let myself into his room, and I see his smile as I get closer. "Dude, I totally forgot to kiss you goodnight, too!" I whisper. "I know, FUCK! Took you long enough to get in here!" he says with an eager smile. I lean over and kiss him a few times before going in deep with my tongue. He moans softly into my mouth, and I echo with one of my own. I could do this for hours, but I have a surprise in store for Jonah. "Oh shit!" I say, standing back up. "What?" he looks puzzled. "Look what happened!" I say, standing up and showing him my hard-on which is trying to escape from my boxer shorts. "You serious?" His eyes light up. "You got one too?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Fuck dude, OF COURSE!" he says as he pushes his sheet down to reveal his hard dick, with a nice smear of precum right on his dickhole waiting for me. "I feel like it's been forever since I ate your cum," I smile down at him. "I know! It's been like... almost twenty minutes! I'm jonesin' for some!" I climb in bed with him in sixty- nine position. "Best... brother... EVER!" he says right before he slides my dick in his mouth. I lick up his precum before pressing his throbbing tip past my lips. We both suck hard, knowing we're just seconds away from a nice load worked up by deep tongue kissing. I'm awarded with seven hot squirts right at the height of my own orgasm. I can make him cum so hard, and I love that it's all mine. I stand back up and dive back in for a deep kiss, giving Jonah's mouth a nice massage with my tongue that was so recently completely coated in his good stuff. "Thanks man, that was great," he says with sleepy, satisfied eyes. He sits up in bed and puts his arms around me for a big hug. I embrace him with as much love and warmth as I can, and after about 20 more kisses, I head back to my room. I finally feel like I can sleep, and my body sure needs it. I close my eyes and take slow, deep breaths to try to wind down, but I hear my door quietly open again. "Jordan! You're not gonna believe this, but I totally forgot to do THIS!" Jonah climbs in my bed and lies on top of me. I put my arms around him, and our lips link immediately into a deep kiss. We're officially making out. I moan as Jonah's tongue works its magic inside my mouth. He works his arms under me and embraces me warmly. He settles in and completely relaxes his body. I know this kiss is going to last a long time. That's it. It's completely official now. I love Jonah, and Jonah loves me. This kiss... after all of the kissing we've done tonight, and all of the times we've squirted tonight... It's beyond anything I ever could have hoped for during all of those times when I caught a quick glance of Jonah and fucking lusted after him so hard. Now, I'm completely enveloped in love. I don't even need fucking sleep anymore. After a while, I know I'm going to cum again. I don't know how much more my body can take. I feel Jonah begin to grind against me and pump his hips. I can now imagine what it will be like for him to fuck me. I definitely want that. I'm ready for it. He moans through an orgasm, and that triggers mine. He continues to kiss me while my dick squirts between us. He knows how to take care of me. He pries himself up and manages to get to his feet. He staggers with weakness, and we both giggle. "Good night," he says, and we set a new record with about 30 more good night kisses before he finally leaves. I couldn't feel better, but I've never been more exhausted in my life. Maybe I do need sleep after all. I feel like I'm going to have to sleep for at least a day. I feel a shake on my shoulder, and I slowly return to consciousness through layers and layers of the deepest sleep. "Dude, Jordan! Wake up!" Jonah continues to shake my shoulders. "Mom just left for a shift! C'mon!" "Duuuude, Jonah," I groan. "I came SO many times yesterday. I HAVE to sleep! YOU have to sleep, too!" "I KNOW, c'mon!" He stops shaking my shoulder and takes my hand and starts pulling. "There's this thing called CUDDLING. It's like half hugging and half sleeping. I know you love hugging. I know you love sleeping. Let's fucking GO!" He pulls harder and I sit up. My eyes pop open. "Jonah, you want to... cuddle with me?" "YES! Come ON!" I somehow get to my feet, and we sneak down the hall. Jonah doesn't let go of my hand, and I give his a little squeeze. "You wanna be big spoon or little spoon?" he asks once we get into his room and shut the door. "Little!" I smile eagerly. "How did I know that?" We both climb in his bed and get lined up. He puts his arms around my middle and hugs me, bringing us closer together. I take a few deep breaths, concentrating on how good it feels to be held by the one I love. After a few minutes, Jonah begins kissing me on the back of my neck and shoulder. It sends tingles everywhere in my body, and I know there's no way I can sleep if he keeps it up. "Do you think you can sleep?" I whisper. "I dunno... your skin is just... so soft, and it tastes so sweet," he says, continuing to kiss around my shoulders and neck with the occasional lick and slurp. "Do you mind if... I face you for a little while?" I ask. Jonah laughs. "What?" I ask innocently. "If you face me, you're just gonna get kissed," he whispers. "That's kinda what I was hoping for," I say as I flip over. We kiss softly a few times without going in for tongue action. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "Thanks for... ya know," he says with a sweet smile. "What?" "For... asking to suck my dick," he says, and we both laugh. "Things have been pretty amazing since that day." "Yeah, things couldn't be better," I sigh. "Thanks for walking around with a boner in front of me. If you hadn't done that, I never would have asked." "Thanks for giving me those boners," he says quickly. "No way!" I laugh. "Every. Single. One," he says with complete confidence and sincerity. I open my mouth and receive his tongue for one more, deep, slow, wet, love-soaked kiss. Chapter 5 Quarantine Day 23 I wake up drooling on Jonah's shoulder. "Shit, what time is it?" I say, realizing my tongue is completely dry. I desperately try to move it around my mouth to moisten it up because I'm hoping for a kiss. "Don't worry, she's not home yet." Jonah grabs me and we press our bodies together, making my hope a reality. I might stink and have bad breath, but as long as Jonah is kissing me, I don't care. He pulls back to look at me. "I could get used to this," I say. "Yeah, we-" The front door opens. Mom is home. "Shit!" I quietly sneak back to my bedroom and change into some clean sleep clothes. I look in the mirror, and I look like my normal morning self. I practice a yawn, intently watching myself, and I decide I look convincing. I drag myself downstairs, and I find Mom in the kitchen. "I'm totally exhausted," she says without turning around to see me. "That was the shift from hell." I open the fridge and look around. "I'm making myself some chicken salad. Do you want some eggs?" "Yes!" Jonah groans, appearing out of nowhere. "There's some ham, too." "Yes!" Jonah echoes in the same tone. "You make your thing," I say with my practiced yawn. "I'll make us breakfast." "Thanks," she says with a much more exaggerated yawn. I stand over the stove, making six scrambled eggs and mixing in some chunks of ham and shredded cheese. Jonah stands next to me and tries to hold my hand when Mom's not looking. My childish giggling starts again, but I throw elbows into Jonah's ribs like a normal brother would. Mom just sighs, but she doesn't turn around. Jonah strokes my arm with his fingertips and one hand roams around my back. The tingles are uncontrollable. "Wow, your hair looks so good today." It's the final boyfriend duty, saying sweet things to me. He's never going to let me live that down. "I love the way your lips look when you're making eggs," he whispers in the sexiest voice he can. I gently knee him in the balls. "I love the way your lips look when they're massaging my shaft, too, mmm yeah," he says, and my dick immediately responds. "STOP!" I push him back and he laughs. I look over at Mom, but she clearly can't hear, and she's not paying attention. She looks like she's asleep on her feet while she squeezes some mayo into the bowl. "And I love the little smile your lips make when I'm squirting my cum ALL over your tongue... fuck YEAH!" he whispers with hot breath right into my ear. I'm fully hard now. I close my eyes for a second, basking in the realization that I get to eat Jonah's cum whenever I want... and I really love his cum... and he gets to eat my cum whenever he wants... and he REALLY loves mine. I snap back to reality and I step on his foot. "Back up, dick!" I say. "Ow, ow, ow!" Jonah hops around dramatically. "Boys, not now," Mom sighs, taking a big bite of her sandwich. She chews it and then stops. "Actually, now is a good time." "Wha?" Jonah asks with a mouthful of ham and eggs. "There's something I need to talk to you boys about," she sighs. I freeze, as I've been expecting this for a while. It's not about Jonah and me... it's about her and Dad. Dad had seemed checked out of the whole "parenting" thing even before the pandemic started. Now, he's gaining weight again, which is bad for his knees. He just sits in his office working during the day and playing that civilization-building game all night. Even though we're always home, this is the least I've seen Dad on a regular basis in my life. He's never around when the rest of us eat, and the only time I hear his voice is when he and Mom argue. I'm sure Mom doesn't love him anymore. I was just hoping she liked him enough to stay married to him... but that's a lot to ask. They're going to get divorced as soon as CoVid is over. I just know it. I take a big breath and brace for the news. "I know you boys are having sex," she says, and I'm stunned. "We WHAT?" Jonah laughs with a convincing, incredulous tone. If I wasn't already sure that we are having sex... and a lot of sex... I'd believe from that outburst that we weren't. "Don't bother denying it! I can hear you both upstairs all the time, and you guys sure spent a lot of time in the shower together last night! I couldn't even hear the TV!" "I thought you were working!" Jonah says and turns to me with an oh-shit expression. I just look at the floor. "What does this mean?" I ask, finally breaking the silence. "First of all, are you experimenting or are you both gay?" she asks. "Both gay as fuck!" Jonah says with a smirk. I shake my head at him. That's not helping. "Jordan?" She turns to me. "Yeah, gay," I say, shrugging. This isn't exactly how I thought I was going to come out. "So, that's it? No interest in girls at all?" she asks. "Girls are gross," Jonah makes a sour face. Does he really think he can joke his way out of this? "Jordan?" She turns to me again, clinging to some shred of hope. "Umm... no, Mom. No interest in girls at all." We stand in silence again for an excruciating minute. "What are you gonna do?" I finally ask. "Well, it's the same rules if you were dating girls. You're living under our roof. There's no sex in this house if you're not married." "We'll get married!" Jonah grabs my hand, and I look over at him in shock. "I mean..." He gets down on one knee and holds my hand in his. "Will you marry me?" His eyes twinkle as he smiles up at me. "Can we uhh... talk about this?" I ask. My face is burning red, and I'm getting choked up. "What does it mean if we get married?" I ask Mom skeptically. "It means you've made a very deep commitment to each other, and it means whatever goes on in your bedroom is no one's business." Jonah and I look at each other. I try not to snicker. "C'mon! If it doesn't work out, we can get divorced!" he laughs. "It will be under my authority if you get married," she says flatly. What the fuck is she talking about? Is this actually serious? "You'll be helpful around the house, and you'll be sweet and supportive to each other for once," she says. Is she trying to manipulate us into behaving better and getting along better? We're sure as fuck getting along pretty well right now. Maybe she's bluffing because she knows she has no power to keep us apart. "And it will be under my authority to divorce you if I see fit," she continues. "If you're divorced, you're not allowed to see each other or talk to each other. You'll have to be in different rooms at all times, and I'll see if I can arrange one of you to move in with Grandma and Grandpa." "No fucking way!" I say. Grandma and Grandpa are stupid as fuck. They both refuse to wear a mask. They think it violates their civil liberties. Some of their stupid non-mask-wearing friends have already died of CoVid. I would never let Jonah move in with THEM, and I know Jonah is the one that she'd send away. I'd do whatever it takes to keep that from happening. "You'd both better be good husbands," she says with a smirk. "I'll be a good husband," I say, staring right into Jonah's eyes. "I'll be the best," Jonah smiles at me. "All right then. The wedding will be tomorrow." "Why not today?" Jonah asks. "Because I'm going to bed as soon as I finish these dishes, and I'm sleeping until tomorrow!" "C'mon! We've got some celebrating to do!" Jonah grabs my hand and pulls me toward the staircase. "No, no way!" Mom shakes her head. "Not till after you're married!" "What?" Jonah shouts. "It's not like we can take back what we've already done," he says with that same tilted grin. "Do you want me up there banging pots and pans together in your room all night? 'Cause I will!" she threatens. "You can make it one night!" "I literally don't think I can make it one night." Jonah whispers in my ear. "I know. We'll just wait until she goes to bed." "I heard that!" she points at us. "You didn't hear anything from all the way over there," Jonah shrugs her off. "C'mon, let's just watch TV," I say. We sit down next to each other on the couch, and Jonah begins caressing my foot with his. I do the same, and the tingles are, once again, running through my entire body. Jonah looks at me and then licks his lips. "Dude, I totally gotta work on my cocksucking game," he says. "What?" I laugh. "I really gotta work on it! I gotta get better." "Trust me, you're fine! You're perfect! You couldn't get any better." I can't stop picturing his lips firmly wrapped around my shaft, working it up and down, moaning and loving every second of it. "That's the problem! All my moves are finishing moves! I know I can make you cum, but I wanna just be able to suck you for a LONG time, and just enjoy it... and make you feel REALLY good, but not make you cum." "I think that's impossible," I say, looking him right in the eyes. "I'm about to cum from you talkin' about it." "Well, maybe we both can work on making it last," he says with a smile. "Can I hold you?" I ask. "What do you mean?" "Just scoot up against me. Lean back against my chest, and I'll put my arms around you," I say with hope in my voice. "I'm so in there!" Jonah quickly backs up against me. I put my arms around him, I hug him tightly and kiss the top of his head three times. I feel him let out a long, slow sigh and his body relaxes completely against mine. I run my fingers through his hair with one hand and use my other to stroke his arm with my fingertips, and I hear him taking big, relaxing, deep breaths. "Feel good?" I whisper. "Fuck yeah... Dude, Jordan... why does this feel so good?" He reaches down and begins using his fingertips on my legs, causing more tingles all over my body. "It feels better than swallowing five loads of your cum." "Really?" I laugh. "Uh huh," he smiles up at me. "What about ten loads?" I ask with a smile. "Umm... if it were ten loads, I'd definitely go with the cum," he says, biting his lip. "All right, the next time I cum ten times in a row, I'll let you know." "I'll be ready for it," he says, closing his eyes. He sinks back into total relaxation as I continue stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head every once in a while. "Seriously, Jonah," I say, loving every second of this just as much as he is. "If you really like this, I'll do this for you whenever you want. I'm serious, just let me know... even if it's in the middle of the night, if you want this, wake me up, and I can do this for you." He remains silent, and I'm surprised. Maybe he fell asleep. I thought he might say how fucking awesome I am for offering that, or at least I thought he'd make a joke... but nothing. I continue to stroke him, unsure of what to say next, but he finally looks up at me with a sleepy, sweet smile. "Hey Jordan?" he asks after a minute. "Yeah?" "Maybe the reason it feels so good is that... well... do you think we're in love?" I smile down at him and he smiles back up at me. He blushes and then looks back down. I rub his chest and feel his heart beating so quickly. It's time. I know I have to say it first now. "Well, I've always loved you," I say, as he continues to stare right into my eyes. "But, I think in these last few months, I've had other feelings towards you. I thought it was just that I wanted to be near you, to hang with you... and for you to want to hang with me. I wanted to matter to you. I wanted you to care whether I lived or died." "Dude! I cared!" he says. "You didn't act like it! I thought you hated me. I thought we were never going to speak to each other again after high school. Please tell me what I did to you back then. Please tell me so I won't ever do it again!" I say, throwing in a touch of guilt. "Dude, Jordan!" he sighs. "I'm sorry. Look. I've lived my whole life with this guy that looked just like me that had it all together. The little things in life have always been hard for me. I never got what it was like to care about school or care about what people thought of me or want to do things Mom and Dad told me. And you... you did them all without any problem. I didn't hate you, but I was MAD jealous of you. I wanted that missing piece, but I felt like I'd never get it. Then..." "Then what?" I ask. "Then, I started getting boners over you," he laughs. "It's about time you got to that part!" "You'd say or do something cute, and it would just pop right up. Then, I'd be watching some porn, and all of a sudden, when I'd cum, I couldn't concentrate on the screen. I'd just be thinking about you right when that first squirt came out." "Nice," I say, kissing the top of his head again. "I was embarrassed and I was afraid you would find out, so I was a complete dick so you wouldn't want to be around me." "It worked." "Then, when quarantine started, I knew we were going to be around each other all the time, so I just thought 'fuck it,' and I stopped trying to hide my boners." "SO glad you stopped hiding 'em," I butt in. "Then, I knew I was in love with you when... do you know when?" he looks up at me with an adorable smile. "Tell me!" I hug him. He looks over his shoulder to see if Mom is within earshot. "It was when I first tasted your cum." "Shut up!" I laugh hysterically. "When was it really?" "I swear!" He swats my leg. "I was reading this... thing online, and it said that if you think you're in love with a guy, and you hate the taste of his cum, then it's not meant to be." "What thing online?" I laugh. "It was on a... cumeater's blog," he says, looking down and snickering. "They must have some good info," I say, stroking his hair again. "I mean I had tasted mine... a few times," he continues. "I'm sure." "And it was okay... but mostly I was just thinkin' about yours-" "Wait! I won't have you talking shit about your own cum. That stuff is liquid perfection!" I say. "That's what YOURS tastes like! I was so shocked your cum tasted so different, but from that second, I knew I was hooked, and I knew I was in love. I mean, I knew I liked you, and... fuck dude, you're just so fucking ADORABLE!" "Shut up!" I jostle him back and forth. "And when I make you happy, and you give me that big smile... FUCK dude! I just go crazy inside," he says. "Do you umm... think we're sick for doing what we're doing, like since we're brothers n' all?" I ask, feeling my face redden. "Do you?" he asks, looking up at me with doubt. "I asked first," I say, nudging him. "I'm going to be perfectly honest, okay?" he asks. "Tell me!" "Okay, I know what we're doing is wrong or forbidden or whatever, but every time I think about the fact that I'm doing something dirty or wrong with you, I get so FUCKING HARD!" I hold him tightly while I laugh. What a perfect Jonah-answer. "Okay, what do you think?" "At first, I was denying my feelings. I thought I just wanted to suck your dick because it was a dick, and I wanted to suck a dick!" "Yeah, I get that!" He grabs his shaft. "Then, I thought I wanted to kiss you just to practice kissing, but I knew, deep down inside, that I was in love with you, and every step we took to get closer was making me insanely happy... but I was so scared. I was afraid that if I said anything about love, you'd freak, and we'd be finished." "I... guess I can't blame you. I've been such a massive fucktard." He shakes his head. "But I don't feel like it's dirty at all. I'm so fucking DEEP in love with you, Jonah, and it feels... totally natural, totally right. It feels like exactly what I was born to do, and every second since I first asked if I could suck your dick has been perfect." "It has been pretty perfect," he agrees. "I love you so much," I say, kissing the top of his head and hugging him close. "I love you, too," he says, looking up at me with complete bliss in his eyes. I know we're about to kiss. I don't know where Mom is, and I don't care. We have to kiss. This is going to be our first kiss as official, in-love... lovers. He turns towards me and moves slowly towards me, locked on, never blinking. The last few inches are torturous, but our lips finally meet. He moans as we both open our mouths and slide our tongues together. I hug him firmly and press his body to mine. We're finally, officially in love. "No, no, no!" Mom yells, and I feel something hit my face. We break our kiss, and I see that it's a dishtowel. "Stop it, now!" "Mom, how can I not kiss THIS?" Jonah asks and then descends on me, kissing me much more deeply. "Okay, okay!" She lifts Jonah off of me by the back of his t-shirt. "Just, GO UPSTAIRS!" She storms out, and Jonah and I smile at each other. "Dude, Mom totally just sent us to our room to have sex," he says, dipping down for another kiss. "Yeah, we'd better do what she says." I try to give him a sexy look. Jonah stands up and takes my hand to help me up. Both of our shorts have a noticeable tenting, and we chuckle as we make some quick adjustments. I run for the stairs, but Jonah stays behind. "Where the fuck are you going?" he asks. "What?" I turn around and stop. "Get back here. You're my boyfriend, and we're in love, remember?" He extends his hand back out to me, and I run back and grab it, interlocking our fingers. "That's better! Jesus!" "Sorry," I laugh, and we head for the stairs side-by-side. "I can't believe you fuckin' LOVE me, dude!" Jonah whispers and squeezes my hand. "I'm the one that can't believe it. I'm the luckiest guy ever!" We enter Jonah's room and close the door. "Nah, I'm the lucky one," he says, taking off his t-shirt. I stand next to his bed and slip out of my shorts and pull my tank top off. Our hard dicks are pointing at each other, knowing what they want. "Uhh... what do you want me to do?" I ask with a smile. "Get in that bed," he says. I lie back in his bed and let my head sink into his pillow. "Do you wanna... sixty-nine, or... just... umm... pick up where we left off on the couch?" I ask. Jonah climbs in bed and lies right on top of me. Our dicks are smashed together and the tips of our noses are touching. "I'm gonna kiss you... and love you... and cum all over your fuckin' dick!" he says with an eager smile. "I'm gonna cum all over yours," I say, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm so fucking ready for this." "Me too," he says. He sighs and looks down with embarrassment. "Jordan, I do... really, really love you, okay?" He looks back into my eyes with the most adorable smile I've ever seen. "I really, really love you, too." After a few seconds of the deepest kiss we've had yet, I have an intense orgasm. I feel Jonah's slick dick slide against mine, and I feel the precise moment he unloads between us, too. We continue kissing deeply, rubbing our slick bodies together. Nothing is held back. We're finally expressing our love for each other. We slow it down to make it last, and the world seems to stand still. This is all I ever want to do. I want to spend all of my time in bed with Jonah. Jonah's tongue digs deeper into my mouth and his moans reach deep down inside my chest as he unloads another few squirts between us. I quickly do the same. And our kissing becomes more exhausted by the second. He finally picks up his head and looks into my eyes with a proud smile. "Let's see what we did," he says, peeling himself off me. "Whoa!" I say, seeing all the white goodness smeared around our abs. "We made love sauce!" Jordan says, swiping his finger through some on my abs and licking it up. "Fuuuuck, that's good." His eyes roll back in pleasure. I run my finger around his belly button and lick it clean, too. "Yep, love sauce," I say, giving him a quick kiss. "I want all of it," he says, switching ends and tongue-bathing my midsection. "No fair," I laugh. "I was on the bottom and most of it stuck to me!" "You can be on top next time," he says, focused and thoroughly licking every bit of my skin that has cum on it. I do the same, and I watch his dick slowly start to stiffen in front of my eyes. I feel mine come alive, too, and I know what's in our immediate future. Once all of the love sauce has disappeared, I quickly slip the fully-hard dick in front of my eyes back in my mouth, and I feel him do the same. We work our tongues firmly around each other's pleasure spot, trying desperately to coax out one more load before we both pass out from exhaustion. Sixty-nining never fails to deliver, and we end things in two perfectly-timed orgasms. We gulp down the deliciousness and Jonah finally plops his head next to mine on his pillow. He only has seconds before he falls asleep. "I love that..." "What?" I ask with a loving smile. "I love that you cum... just for me," he says sweetly. It's so fucking adorable. "It's all for you." "Love you," he whispers, and his eyes close. I put my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat and nuzzle my head next to his on his pillow, and I'm out. * * * Strange sounds wake me through several layers of sleep and it takes me several seconds to pry my eyes open. I look over at Jonah who is in a deep blissful sleep with a tiny bit of dried cum just above his upper lip. He's going to be so annoyed when he wakes up and realizes that he missed some. I recognize the sound as Mom and Dad arguing downstairs, something that's become a pretty standard noise during the pandemic. I slowly and quietly lift myself out of bed without waking up Jonah and sit at the top of the stairs. I can hear everything they say from the kitchen. "-fucking VILE!" Dad seethes. "I can't even LOOK at them anymore. Every time I think about it, I want to fucking VOMIT!" "Do you think I'm GLAD it's happened? It's not like anyone could prepare me for this! I googled, 'My teenage sons are having sex with each other,' and I couldn't find any help. All I could find were a bunch of disgusting stories!" "So, your great plan is to MARRY them? And let them have as much sex as they WANT?" "Do you have any better ideas to keep them apart during the pandemic? If you have anything that you think would work better, please... I'm listening!" They both fall silent for a minute. I start to worry that they've heard me somehow, but Mom finally breaks the silence. "Look, this will work. If we're supportive of this, it will be over like THAT." She snaps her fingers. "Jonah hasn't done a single thing we've asked him to do in YEARS, and everything that comes out of our mouths is the stupidest thing ever. He won't be able to handle it if we're syrupy sweet about his FANTASTIC love affair and how wonderful it is that he LOVES his brother SO MUCH. He might hurt Jordan, but we both know it will be better for him in the long run." "I don't think I'm that good of an actor," Dad scoffs. "Well, you'd better GET GUD," she says, echoing one of Jonah's favorite lines. I head back to Jonah's room, let myself in and close the door behind me. Jonah opens his eyes and yawns. "Dude, NOTTTT cool," he drags the word out. "Huh?" I ask, my mind still focused on Mom and Dad. "I woke up, and you weren't here! I love waking up and feeling your arms around me... and our legs all tangled up and sweaty... gets things growin' quick." I just stare back at him. "Dude, you're shaking!" he says. "What's wrong?" I tell him everything that Mom and Dad said and he just stares back at me, motionless, without reaction. "Wow," he says finally and shakes his head. "They must really not think much of me... if they think I'd be manipulated by some obvious-as-shit reverse psychology. And YOU! You must not think much of our love if you think I'd just throw it away." He stands up, walks up to me and takes both of my hands in his. "No, it's EVERYTHING to me!" I say, my eyes welling up. "I'm so fucking scared of losing it!" "C'mere!" he pulls me towards the bed. We climb in and I lean up against his chest. He strokes my hair just like I did for him. "Holy fuck!" I say, feeling my heart pound. "This really... does... feel amazing." "Okay, here's what we're going to do," he says, rubbing my shoulders. "You listenin'?" "Yeah," I say, closing my eyes and sinking back into his body. "When we're downstairs with them, and they're all pretending to be cool with us being together... we'll hold hands and kiss each other n' shit, and just go along with the whole thing." "Okay," I giggle. "And then, we go upstairs and we LAUGH at them. And then, we fucking suck the cum out of each other's dicks for like a million hours. Then we're going to get something to eat. Then, we're going to come back upstairs and kiss for a million more hours. Then we'll go to sleep, but we'll wake up in the middle of the night and kiss some more and cum on each other's dicks. Then, we'll lick each other clean. And then we'll kiss again. And then we'll finally go back to sleep. And then we'll wake up the next morning, and we'll do it all over again!" "That sounds... perfect," I say, letting out a long breath. "Lean forward a sec." He pushes me forward and to the side, and I look back at him with surprise. "You know what's in here?" He pats his chest over and over and then points right at his heart. "What?" I smirk. "YOU, fuckwad!" He shoves me, I flail dramatically, but immediately bounce back and lean against his chest. He continues to rub my shoulders. "And that's IT. Nothing else is in there, only you. That's what I need from you. I need you to clear out everything else in your heart except for me. I want everything else out of there because I want it all! No Mom, no Dad, no fear, no doubt, no Jesus..." "Jesus," I snicker. "No Detective Pikachu." "Aww." "I want it all to myself." "Okay," I say, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "Okay, they're all gone. It's just you." I tilt my face up to look him in the eyes, and he looks down at me with a loving smile. "You know I'll be able to tell if you're lying when I kiss you," he whispers, his lips just barely grazing mine. "I know." We dive into a deep kiss, our tongues sliding together over and over. I think I'm doing a good job convincing him because I've gotten him moaning. He finally pulls back and looks me in the eyes. "That's better," he says with a satisfied smile. "It's just you and me," I say. "That reminds me... there's something I want to ask you." "What?" He grabs my hands and interlocks our fingers before kissing the top of my head. "Will you... move in with me?" "What?" I laugh. "I mean it! I mean, we'll be married. I want you to move in here with me. I want this to be OUR room, and I want this to be OUR bed. If you want, we can move your bed in here and make one big bed in here for when certain spots get all sweaty and smelly... as long as we sleep with our arms around each other. We can turn your old room into a gaming room or somethin'." "Our room?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I remember how territorial and asshole-ish Jonah was about his room just a few months ago. "Yeah," he says with eagerness in eyes. "Of course, I'll move in!" I say, giving him another deep kiss. Suddenly, I feel a wave of exhaustion and my head collapses back on his chest. "If you ever want to be alone or need privacy... I mean, now or anytime, just tell me." "Do you... need to be alone?" he asks with concern. "Maybe at some point, there might be something I need to take care of... but right now, I just want to be with you all the time," I say, looking up at him. "Now that you mention it," he says, wrapping his arms around my chest. "I need you a little closer right now." He scoots me up against him and hugs me tightly against his chest. "There, that's much better!" "You're SO good at this boyfriend stuff," I laugh. "I know! So are you! Fuck, we should've been doing this love thing YEARS ago! Ever since we started getting boners." "I know. It's just sometimes I worry I'm being too clingy." "Go ahead and fucking cling," he says hugging me again, "`cause I'm gonna cling." Chapter 5 Quarantine Day 24 Jonah and I bound down the stairs and catch Mom heading into the kitchen. "When can we get MAAARRRIED?" Jonah whines like toddler. We both laugh. "I have about eighty-three things to do today," she says looking at her calendar on her phone, "so... let's marry you boys about... 3." "Where do we get to go on our honeymoon?" Jonah asks with a big smile. "I'm thinking Aruba," I say. "You can have your honeymoon upstairs." She rolls her eyes. "Dad and I are going to the cabin for a couple of days. No one has even been there since the pandemic started. It's probably a race to see if the spiders or the mold have taken over first." Dad's previous obsession before his civilization game was fishing. He bought a cabin... more like a shack on a lake about thirty minutes away. He did it to get away from Mom... or Jonah and me... or the house... or everything. Hopefully when they get there, they'll decide they want to spend more time there... "Dude, we're totally getting a honeymoon," Jonah whispers in my ear, and we stand silently together staring at each other with big smiles. "Go watch TV until it's time to get ready for the wedding," she dismisses us. "And no sex!" "Do you wanna watch TV?" I frown. "Only if I can stick my tongue in your mouth during commercials." He takes my hand and squeezes it. "Okay," I smile as he pulls me towards the couch. "Whadd'ya wanna watch?" he asks as we plop down together. I love how he sits so that our legs are pressed up together. "Something with commercials," I say. "Definitely," Jonah says and turns on the TV. As the screen comes on some random channel, we smile as we see a car commercial. "Fuck yeah!" he says as he swoops in for a kiss. We start slow and deep, and Jonah moans. I stroke the back of his neck with my fingertips, just the way he loves it. Mmmm... so slow and deep. I love this guy so much... and I'm getting married to him... and I couldn't be happier. There's no way we're watching TV. There's no way this kiss is ending at the end of the commercials. I have no idea what's going on outside of this kiss. It's so perfect... and I know there will be thousands more just like this. "Jonah!" I hear Mom's voice from the other room, but there's nothing that can stop this kiss. "JONAH!" She screams, but our lips are locked and our tongues keep sliding together. I hear a ping and then feel a whack on the top of my head. We detach ourselves, and I look up at Mom holding a frying pan with disgust. She bopped both of us... just hard enough to hurt, not hard enough to be considered abuse. "MOM," Jonah whines. "We were in the middle of a LEGENDARY kiss!" "You can legendary-kiss later." She rolls her eyes. "Jonah, I need your help." "Whaaaat?" he groans with annoyance. "C'mon," she says, walking from the room. Jonah stands up and heads to the kitchen behind her, but we both notice his dick is pointing straight out at the same time. "Oops," he says with a smile. He lifts his shirt and adjusts his boner. It peeks out at me just above the waistband of his shorts. Fuck, I want to suck the cum out of it right now. "Will you miss me?" Jonah asks with a raised eyebrow. "I already do," I say. He runs over and gives me another kiss before we hear Mom screech again from the kitchen. "Coming! God! I mean, I'm here... not literally cumming... but I was about to." I hear the ping of the frying pan against his head again, and I chuckle. He's really pushing it. Maybe I should tell him to ease up on her. But when I see that dreamy, dopey smile, I can't resist him. Fuck, I really do miss him. What the fuck are they doing? Why did she ask him and not me? I consider finding out what they're doing, but she's already pissed off. If I cross her again, she might refuse to marry us today, and I'm SO ready to marry Jonah. Eventually, I hear them come back in through the backdoor. I stand up to head into the kitchen, but Jonah points at the couch. "Back..." he says. He looks like he's totally out of breath and he's about to collapse. I get out of his way, and he plops back down on the couch. I straddle him, sitting on his lap and plant a big kiss on his lips. "Missed you so much," I whisper. "Gimme... minute..." he pants. "Okay." I plant small kisses all over his face and neck while he catches his breath. He lets out small giggles, and I feel his dick swelling between us again. Finally, when his breathing slows a little, I ask, "What did she have you do?" "She made me carry two bags of potting soil from the trunk to her little garden thing." "Why didn't she just have me bring the SECOND one?!?" "She wants to separate us. Even for a few seconds," he says. "I didn't want to argue. I just figured it was faster to just put one over each shoulder and run with them as fast as I could. I guess I have my limits." "Aww," I say, planting some more kisses on his face. "Were they the big bags?" "Yeah," he smiles. "And you ran with them to get back to me quicker?" I ask with a big smile. "Yup!" He puckers up because he knows he's getting a kiss. I give him five quick ones. "So..." He slides his hands up my thighs and inside of my shorts. "What do you want to do on our honeymoon?" he asks, biting his lip in the most adorable way. "What do you wanna do?" "I thought we could go for a world record on cum swallowing." "Yeah, we could do that," I rub his shoulders and down his arms. "What do YOU wanna do?" "I dunno... I was kinda hoping you'd fuck me." "You want me to fuck you?" He looks genuinely surprised. I nod, a little embarrassed. "I mean, yeah, I'll do whatever you want." He rubs his hands all the way up my shorts and grabs my shaft. He gives it a gentle squeeze and bites his lip again. "Just seems like a waste of cum to me." "I don't think it will be a waste of cum." I shrug my shoulders. "I think it would help me feel like we're actually married." "You know..." he says and then pauses for a few agonizing seconds. "Say what you were going to say." I stare into his eyes. "If we fuck, then we've FUCKED... you know? We can't ever take it back. We can't unfuck. We'll always be the twin brothers that FUCKED." "I know." I look down and then muster up some courage to look him in the eyes again. "I want to go there with you. I want to go to that place... where we can never go back." We stare at each other for a few seconds. I guess I'll find out what I want to know right now. "Holy fuck, dude!" he says finally. "I want to go there with you, too! Fuck, I want to go there with you right NOW!" He squeezes my ass cheeks and thrusts his dick against me. "Let's wait until after the wedding and after they leave. It'll be more special." I say. "Okay," he takes a couple of deep breaths. "It's gonna be SO fucking special." * * * Jonah looks so amazing in his suit. He hasn't worn a suit since... well, since he was a little boy. I always seemed to get roped into the kinds of crap that I needed to wear a suit for, but Jonah always got out of it because they were afraid of what he might do. But now... he looks like a man. He looks like my husband. We decided to recite the "Game of Thrones" wedding vows because we just finished bingeing it for the third time. It's going to be hard to keep a straight face, but as we lock eyes, we know it's time. "Father, smith, warrior, mother, crone, stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days." He was perfect. We were perfect. We spoke with the perfect cadence and every syllable was in-step. "In the sight of the seven," Mom says as she wraps a piece of felt fabric around our joined wrists, "I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. You may kiss... each other, I guess." We lean forward and have a sweet, gentle kiss. We decided not to have a big sloppy one right after Mom was cool enough to marry us. "When are you and Dad leaving?" Jonah asks. "He's getting our bags loaded in the car right now... and his fishing gear. I told him this was a business trip, not a pleasure trip. We're going to work really hard to get that place fixed up so we can get it on the market again when things start opening up. There's going to be no time for fishing, and he's already planning out where he's going to buy bait! I bet he'll want to cook the fish he catches again. I got the worst diarrhea when he cooked fish for me last time-" "Okay, okay!" Jonah says, pushing Mom towards the door. "Go hurry him up!" "I'm... gonna go get ready," I say, smiling at Jonah over my shoulder. "Ahhh... Jordan, dude!" he says with the most loving gaze. I get chills as I go up the stairs and he disappears from view. * * * My heart is racing as I'm preparing and cleaning myself out. I want this to be perfect, but now I'm nervous. Maybe I should've just gone with his idea of trying to set a record of cum eating. But I really want to feel what it's like to have him inside of me... ALL the way in. "Umm... Jordan?" Jonah's voice startles me outside the bathroom door. "Use the bathroom downstairs!" I call out. "No, it's just... could you HURRY a little?" "I'm hurrying. I just want to make sure everything's perfect." "Dude, I can't stop thinking about what you said... that you want to go to that place with me that we can never come back from. I can't stop thinking about fucking you and how great it will feel to go to that place... and now I feel like I could cum at any second." "Stop jerkin' off then!" I laugh. "I'm NOT! I promise." "Then stop eating your pre!" "I can't... it's SO sweet," he moans. "I guess I'd better get out there then!" I guess I'm just overpreparing to delay things. I think I'm in good shape. Plus, if Jonah is this horny, it's not like he'll let anything stop him. At least we won't have an awkward showdown where he looks me in the eyes, then looks me in the puckered butthole, then looks me in the eyes again. "Did you get some lube?" "I have Vaseline. It's the best thing I could find." "That's fine," I say. I open the bathroom door and see Jonah standing in the hall naked. His dick looks as hard and purple as I've ever seen it. I stare at it for a second, wondering how it's going to fit inside of me before he grabs my arm and runs me into our bedroom. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohh FUUUCK," Jonah says as we laugh and plop down on our bed. I lie on my back with my legs spread open. Jonah kneels between between them. He looks SO ready. We both take a two-finger scoop of Vaseline. I shove it up my hole and Jonah slicks up his cockhead and shaft. Without hesitation, he lines himself up and plunges his dick inside of me. To my amazement, it slides all the way in, and Jonah collapses on top of me. His head flops against my shoulder and we lie motionless for a few seconds while Jonah breathes heavily. "Dude, are you okay?" he finally asks between a few smaller gasps. "Yeah, I'm okay," I say, somewhat stunned. "You can't tell me this doesn't hurt," he says without moving a muscle. "It does hurt some... right around the hole where it's stretched, but it doesn't even matter. There's just so much more going on." "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're inside of me, and you love me, and I love you... the pain isn't really a thing." "Are you sure?" he asks. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything." We lie in silence together, completely motionless for a few seconds. "Are you gonna do anything?" I ask, trying not to giggle. "Not yet," he says, trying to remain perfectly still. "I promise, it won't hurt me if you fuck me." "I have to wait. Right now, I've got this... fuckin' TINGLE... it's SO FUCKING INTENSE... right at the tip of my dick. I'm afraid if I move, I'll start cummin'. I just want this to be perfect. I want to bring what you were hopin' for." "It's okay, you can cum," I say, giving his shoulder a little kiss. "STAAAH-HAAH-HAAH-HAAAP!" he laughs. "Hearing you say the word CUM isn't helping. Plus, that kiss tingled on my skin, and then it travelled through my body all the way to the tip of my dick. Now, the tip is tingling even HARDER!" "Sorry," I say, then kiss his shoulder again. "JORDAAAAAN!!!" he groans. "FUCK! Now, the tip of my dick is fuckin' HUMMIN'!" He holds his breath for a few seconds, and I try to stay still. "FUCK! That's IT! I'm FUCKING CUMMING!" I couldn't imagine someone could be so angry that they're about to have an orgasm. "I love you so much!" I say and wrap my arms around him. "I love you, Jordan," he says. His body tenses up, but we still lie perfectly still. "AAAUUUUHHHH" A loud moan comes from deep inside of him, and I feel his shaft expand and contract over and over again up inside of my hole. It rocks my entire body. I know I'm getting the good stuff. He wanted it to be perfect. THIS is perfect. "Jordan," he says after a few deep breaths. "Fuck, I'm sorry." "Jonah! You came from loving me! It couldn't have been better!" "Yeah, I kinda did." Jonah lifts his head up and looks at me with a dreamy smile. I grab him and give him a fiery kiss. I feel Jonah's shaft expand and harden again, and I know we're not done. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I know he's completely rock hard again. "Do it," I whisper. "You have to tell me if it hurts. Just tell me to stop." "Don't stop." I smile. "Just promise me you'll kiss me when you cum." "You say the most adorable things." He giggles and leans over for a quick kiss. "I promise." He takes one full stroke inside of me... pulling it out until only the tip of the head is inside of me, then plunging it all the way back in, squirming at the end to make sure it's in as far as it will go. "You okay?" he asks, pausing while his shaft throbs inside of me. "Mmm, yeah. We're gonna be doing this A LOT from now on." I smile up at him, stroking his arms with my fingertips. "Does it feel good for you?" "Does it feel good for me?" he laughs. He does another full stroke, moaning as his dick slides back in. "We're at that place. Do you feel it?" "Yeah," I moan. "And we're never going back." "Damn right," I say, leaning up for a kiss. Jonah continues to fuck me at a slow and steady pace. Every time his dick slides back inside of me and feeds my pleasure spot, it sets off waves of tingles that travel my entire body. I love every second. Jonah and I maintain intense eye contact, and I see the instant where he gets his own wave of pleasure. As good as this feels, seeing Jonah get intense pleasure from fucking me is by far my favorite part. I love him so fucking much. "Dude, Jordan." He pauses for a few seconds and takes some deep breaths. "I'm gonna cum again if I don't slow down." "Jonah?" I whisper, looking up in his eyes. "Yeah?" "Do you love me?" I ask. I wrap my arms around his back and bring him in close, hoping to push his dick in a tiny bit further. "I love you so fucking much," he says, breathing heavy. A drop of his sweat falls onto my lips, and I lick it up. "Would you do anything for me?" I ask, unable to contain my smile. "Anything! I'll do fucking ANYTHING!" Jonah says, still breathing hard. "I want you to kiss me as deeply as you can, and I want you to fucking cum really, REALLY hard... really far up inside of me." I watch my words affect him, and I'm sure I just made the white stuff climb up his shaft. It's perfect because I'm about to cum, too. Jonah dives in for a deep kiss. His moaning vibrates my tongue. He makes very quick, very short strokes inside of me. He must not be risking pulling out far because he wants to shoot that cum deep, just like I asked. I start to cum just as his moans quickly rise in pitch. He shoves it as deep as he can, and I feel the familiar pulsating of his shaft inside of me. He gives me a couple more thrusts as I feel his body weaken. He trembles, trying to stay on top of me and trying to keep the kiss going. Finally, he collapses, and I carefully roll him to the side. "Faa--- Fuucckkk!" He says, gasping for breath. "You... HAVE to-" "What?" He continues grasping, and I can't make out his words, but he seems to be insistent on something. "Hang on!" I grab my water bottle, and luckily, it isn't empty. There are some pieces of ice left inside, too. I splash some cold water on his face and pour some in his mouth. After a couple of minutes, he finally slows down and stares into my eyes. "You HAVE to," he says again. "What?!?" I laugh. "You HAVE to fuck me!" "Are you serious?" "Right now." "Hey, I just came and... I really think I like... what just happened," I say, feeling my cheeks blush. I rub my abs, thinking about all of Jonah's cum swimming up deep inside of me. Jonah lays his head on my stomach and pretends to listen with a big smile. "They're partying in there!" he laughs. "They're exactly where they want to be." He kisses me over and over on the stomach while I stroke his hair. "That's why you HAVE TO fuck me. I just shot PURE LOVE up inside of you, and you have to do it to me!" "This isn't like porn. I can't just fuck you right after you fuck me." "Why not?" "I've been preparing for this for like... a week." "You just asked me to fuck you yesterday when we found out we were getting married!" "I know, I've just been thinking about it for a while and getting ready. I wanted to wait for the right time to ask you, but we've just been focused on swallowing as much cum as possible." "So, what have you done to prepare?" "I've read stuff, tried to slowly stretch myself out, and changed my diet a little." "DIET? Shit, I never thought of that. What have you been eating?" "Well, just eating healthier is always good. Lots of vegetables and water to... regulate things." "Vegetables." He scrunches up his face, but then suddenly looks more hopeful. "Do fries count?" "Uhh... no," I laugh. "Okay, but you're the ONLY one I'll eat vegetables for." I tell him what I did to prep and how to stretch it gradually without hurting too much. I can't believe he's so eager. At first, I thought I'd never want to bottom. Then... it was a maybe, a DISTANT maybe. Then, I could see myself bottoming for my boyfriend if I REALLY loved him and was sure that he REALLY loved me. Then, I thought I'd let my boyfriend fuck me if he REALLY wanted to... then, maybe love would come from it. Then, I thought I'd just want my boyfriend to fuck me if he was really hot and had a really hot dick. Then, I just wanted Jonah to fuck me... fuck me ALL the time. I've never really thought about fucking another guy. I've never really thought about what I'd do. "Okay... so when will you fuck me?" he asks with pleading eyes. "In a few days," I say, yawning. "Not good enough." He bites his lip, staring me down. "When do you want to get fucked?" "RIGHT NOW!" "Okay, let's compromise... tomorrow," I say, folding my arms. "Tomorrow?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." "Promise?" "Promise," I say, yawning again. "You got any advice... for me?" I ask, looking into his eyes. "Uhh yeah, fucking stick it in and fucking CUM!" "Okay, I think I can do that. But right now, I just want you to wrap your arms around me and we'll take a nap together, okay?" "Okay," he says. He takes me in his arms, and we both plop our heads back on a pillow. We kiss softly and sleepily for a few seconds, and I close my eyes, ready for the best nap of my life. I feel Jonah's breath on the side of my face and slowly drift away from reality but I'm quickly pulled back, feeling another soft kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, sweetly and sleepily again. He places his hand on the back of my head and opens his mouth, and we go for a deeper kiss. I want to sleep, but this is even nicer. I love these sleepy one-more-kiss kisses. Jonah is great at this game. "Sorry," he groans. "I know the right thing to do is to let you sleep, but I can't help it." "Hey," I say, stroking his hair again. "The right thing to do... ALWAYS... is what makes you feel good. I'm TOTALLY here for that." "Okay," he smiles. He hugs me more tightly and we're instantly inside another deep kiss. Who needs sleep when you can have this? We keep going, tongues slowly sliding together as we both moan. Suddenly, I feel Jonah rolling me over on my back. He quickly climbs on top of me, and with perfect accuracy and no effort, he slides his dick back inside of me again. The pain is even less noticeable this time, and I'm definitely to the point where I prefer Jonah's dick inside of me over Jonah's dick being anywhere else. He makes short thrusts, pausing for about fifteen seconds between each to make it last. The kiss is... beyond anything we've ever had before. He's making love to me... a new level of love. I have an orgasm that shakes my whole body, and as it subsides, I feel the pleasure slowly start to build again. Suddenly, Jonah speaks some unknown words into my mouth and his body tenses up before releasing another huge eruption. The love spreads throughout my body, and as I hover between consciousness and sleep, I can't imagine doing anything else. Jonah collapses to the side and instantly falls into a fuck coma. I kiss him one final time and quickly slip into blissful, deep sleep. * * * "Hey!" I hear Jonah's voice in the distance through layers of deep, dark unconsciousness. I struggle to open my eyes, but it's never been harder. I feel my body being shaken and jolted, and I am finally able to pry my eyelids open. I see the blurry outline of Jonah in the dark. I have no idea what time it is, but it's nighttime and I must've been asleep for hours. "Wake up!" Jonah playfully smacks my face, and I groan. "Whaaaat?" "I have to show you something." "Let me sleeeeep!" I plead, but Jonah keeps shaking me. "Look at my phone!" he says, shoving it in my hands. I bring it up to my face and try to adjust my eyes to the screen. "Uhhnn... whatever it was, it's off. It's just showing your lock screen." My hand plops to the side and I let go of his phone. "No, it IS the lockscreen, look!" He puts his phone back in my hand, and squeezes my fingers around its edges. "Noooo," I protest, but I start to giggle. I look back at the screen, wondering what the fuck he's talking about, and I notice the time... exactly 12:00. "It's tomorrow," he says calmly. "You promised." "I meant TOMORROW-tomorrow. Not TONIGHT-tomorrow. I need to sleep. I promise we'll do it as soon as we wake up in the morning." "You promised," he says in the same tone. I open my eyes again, and I can see his face in the faint blue light of his phone. He's serious. Virtually every bit of my body aches for sleep, but the look in his eyes takes hold of me. He wants it SO much. He wants me to cum inside of him. He wants my love inside of him. He can't wait. My dick slowly begins to respond. "Yeahhhh, man," he nods with a knowing smile as he feels my dick straighten against him. "Go get ready like I told you." "YES!" He bolts from the room and then runs back in to kiss me. "You're the BEST!" As he leaves, I grab the Vaseline, smear it on my shaft and watch my tip flare at the excitement. Yeah, I'm definitely going to be able to do this. Jonah runs back in and hurls himself onto the bed. "Really?" I laugh. "I'm clean!" he says. He grabs the Vaseline, sticks his feet in the air and rubs some inside of himself with two fingers. "Wow," I say, shaking my head in disbelief. "I know, it's a nice hole," he says and we laugh. "I mean, you're not... nervous?" I ask. "Not even a little bit?" "Yeah, I'm fucking nervous about having to live one more minute of my life without your cum deep inside of me, so fucking GET ON IT!" "Okay, okay!" I scoot up next to him and aim my dick right at his hole. I look him in the eyes, and he nods. "Go ahead," he says quietly. "You have to tell me if it hurts. You didn't get much time to stretch." "I'll tell you. Just go ahead." I press the head up against his hole and he bites his lip, totally focused on my eyes. I apply pressure, and as the head slips in, he moans and presses his neck back into the pillow. "Ahh... fuck yeah!" he whispers. "I'm going to go in further," I say. "Go in all the way!" he pleads. I slowly slide my dick up inside of him, and before I know it, my balls are already firmly pressed against his ass cheeks. I can understand why he was right on the threshold of cumming when he first penetrated me. It feels SO good inside of him. "How you doin'?" I ask, my breathing getting heavy. "It's just like you said," he smiles as his chest rises and falls from deep breaths. "It hurts, but it doesn't matter. It feels WAY better than I ever thought it would. My guy loves me and is INSIDE of me. I mean, what could feel better than that?" "I know, huh?" I chuckle. "Do you feel that tingle right at the tip?" he asks with a knowing smile. "Uhh... I'm already to the humming stage," I say, afraid to move without triggering an orgasm. "Nice!" "I totally know what you meant yesterday. This feels SO fucking good, but I don't wanna cum. If I move at all or try to kiss you, I'm gonna fuckin' start to squirt SO HARD!" "I know how to make you cum," he stares up at me with the sexiest eyes. "Doooonnnn't!" I laugh. The laughing shakes my body even more, making it even harder for me to hold back. "I love you, Jordan," he whispers. "STOPPP ITTT!" I groan and arch my back. His words bring me right to the edge, I know I only have a few seconds. I look into his eyes and we both freeze for a couple of seconds. He smiles because he knows what's going to happen. "I love you so much," he whispers again. This time he's totally serious, and I feel his love all over my body. I can't stop it anymore. I give in. "I love you so much, Jonah," I say, as if we're saying goodbye for a long time. We're actually not going to speak for a while because I'm going to kiss Jonah for DAYS. "Do it," he says pulling me down for the kiss... THE kiss. I go in for the best angle to get deep into his mouth, and as our lips meet the cum starts shooting. It's by far the best orgasm of my life as I kiss Jonah, my brother, my soulmate, my lover, my person for life. I know he feels it surging inside of him, and I hear him moan while squirting his load between us. I'm depleted, but I have to get this feeling back again. I slowly start to thrust and buck my hips. I thought I wouldn't know how to top, but it's totally natural. I know I'm great at fucking, and Jonah sure seems to love it. His arms and legs are clamped around me and he's not going to let me go. We're attached. As I fuck him, it feels different inside, so smooth, slick and cummy. I'm rock hard again, and I keep up the pace. I'm completely concentrating on this kiss. It's almost like my pelvis is on autopilot. I can tell that Jonah wants me to cum again, and I don't disappoint him. He hugs me extra close and kisses me as hard as he can as I pump another load into his body. I slow down, but still keep a good rhythm going. Jonah wants more. I want to give him more. I hear occasional squirts around my shaft as I continue to slide in and out. I know cum is leaking out, but I can't help it. I just have to make sure I fill it back up. I know I have enough energy to get there, and I slowly build back up. Jonah has squirted multiple times between us, and our abs are starting to stick together. I love that he came just from getting fucked and kissed, just like I did. He came from being loved, just like I did. Chapter 6 Quarantine Day 25 I wake up with my face flat against the mattress in a puddle of drool. I look up and see Jonah lying next to me, his head propped up on some pillows. He's looking at his phone, but his lip curls up. He sees me, and I instantly remember everything from last night. "Oh fuck," I say, jerking myself up. "Fuck! I'm so sorry!" "Whaaaat?" he laughs. "I... FUCK! I think... I think I fucking fell asleep while I was fucking you!" "You did," he smiles. I can see in his eyes that he's remembering everything, too. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll do better next time." I cover my face with my hands in shame. "Dude!" he continues to laugh. "You couldn't have done any better." "What?" "Remember what happened when I fucked you?" "Uhh yeah," I peek out at him between two fingers. "I came in you, rolled off to the side and just fell asleep." He shakes his head. "So?" "Dude you came in me THREE TIMES! And you just kept going! You fell asleep after the third time, but you tried... I mean you gave it EVERYTHING YOU HAD until you passed out. You gave it everything you had for ME." "Yeah, I guess I did." I smile up at him. "Jordan." He takes my hand and squeezes it. "Dude, when you came in me that first time... and the way you were kissing me..." His eyes start to tear up. "It was the best moment of my life." "Really?" "Definitely. It was like... so IMPORTANT... what we did. Don't you think?" His cheeks blush. "Yeah, I get it now. It was important... that we both... have each other's love inside now." "But now, there's a BIG problem," he says. "What is it?" I ask, suddenly nervous. Everything's perfect. Nothing should be changed. I want this to be forever. "I'm just like goin' CRAZY now. I just want you to fuck me again, but then I think about how it felt when I fucked you, I just want to do that. Then I remember that it's been like WAY too long since I tasted your cum. Since we first started sucking dick, this is like, the LONGEST I've gone without you cumming in my mouth. I mean, how am I even STILL ALIVE? But then, I Iook over at you, and I just want to kiss you, too-" I lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "So, what do you wanna do?" I ask. "What do you wanna do?" He raises one eyebrow with a big smile. "Hmmm... I think..." I tap my chin with my index finger over and over. "WHAT?" He jumps on top of me and tickles my ribs. I do the same to him, and we roll around in hysterics for a couple of minutes. After our truce, we stop and just stare into each other's eyes. "I think... we should go take a shower and get our dicks squeaky clean. Then, we come back in here and suck the cum out of 'em." "Dude!" He stands up, holds out his hands and hoists me out of bed. "If we're gonna suck some cum, we'd better kiss in the shower to build some up." "Yeah, there's something about showering with you that makes me want to kiss you... I wonder what it is," I laugh as we head for the bathroom. We climb in the shower, and our lips are locked as soon as we get under the steamy water. We moan and kiss and sway together, loving being together. Suddenly, the water starts to cool, and I break apart. "Dude, we totally forgot to wash our dicks!" I say, looking down at our throbbing tips. "Here, let me wash yours. I grab a cloth and some soap, but he spins away from me. "If you touch it, you're gonna make me cum!" he laughs. He snatches the cloth and says, "I'll wash mine." After a few strokes he freezes and takes some deep breaths. "Goddamn, dude! I'm gonna cum from you just standing so close!" "Quit thinkin' about cum and focus!" I laugh. "I can't!" he says, breathing fast. I actually think he's about to cum. "Think about something gross!" I say quickly. "Umm... umm... think about that time you cleaned under your bed, and there was an old sandwich with maggots on it!" "That was your sandwich!" he points at me. "Why would I hide a sandwich under your bed?" "You were trying to frame me!" "I only framed you that once when I put your skateboard on the porch after Dad had slipped on it. Then you punched me in the dick!" "Aww, I'll suck it to make it up to you," he says. "Shit, that was a good distraction, but now the cum is trying to climb back up again!" "Hurry and wash it! Mine is clean, but I'll go over it once more time just to make sure." Through much giggling and throwing elbows, we eventually get clean and dry. We try to beat each out of the bathroom, and I manage to clutch the doorknob before Jonah. He grabs my arm, but he slips on the wet floor and pulls me down with him. We squirm, laughing hysterically with our hard dicks bouncing off of each other's skin over and over. We finally sprint back to Jonah's room... I mean OUR room. We jump on the bed, and I get in our usual sixty-nine position. "You came in me so much last night, you better have some more for me!" he says. "I got lots of the good stuff for you," I say, gently jerking his shaft. I know I'm only seconds away, and as he kisses my dickhole, I pass the point of no return. It's happening. "Oh fuck, get your mouth on it! I'm about to shoot!" he says. We quickly get our lips wrapped around each other's dicks and explode perfectly together. We moan and lick each other's sweet spot over and over as our mouths fill with cum. We chug it all down and continue to suck forcefully. My dick is extremely sensitive, and I know Jonah's is, too, but we continue to suck and endure the pain. I know we both shot huge loads, but I'm not satisfied, and I can tell Jonah isn't, either. We continue to suck until our shafts are hard and the pleasure soon returns. I give Jonah's dick everything I can to make it cum again, and I eventually get a few more squirts and give Jonah a few more of my own. I've slept a huge amount in the last 24 hours, but I still feel totally depleted. I climb up and plop my head on the pillow next to Jonah and give him a soft kiss. "Lay your head on my chest," he says, patting his pecs. "I wanna hold you for a while. Go ahead and fall asleep if you want to." I do what he says, and it feels heavenly to cuddle with Jonah like this. Suddenly, I start to chuckle, and I can't stop. "What?" he asks, half-annoyed and half-curious. "Nothing," I say. I try to control myself, but the giggles continue. "Now you HAVE to tell me," he says, pinching my arm. "It's just... you're a sweetheart," I laugh even louder. "SHUT UP!" he says, pushing me off of him with a big smile and eye-roll. I scramble back to him, wrap my arms around him tightly and lay my head back on his chest. "Holy shit!" he says with disbelief in his voice. "I'm a fucking SWEETHEART!" "Uh huh," I say, rubbing his chest lightly with one hand. "You made me turn into one!" he says in a sarcastic, accusatory tone. "Nah, you were always a sweetheart. I just helped bring it out of you," I say, kissing his chest. "I know this is CRINGE, but you're TOTALLY a sweetheart, too," he says in a new, romantic tone. "I don't care if it's cringe. I love being your sweetheart, too," I say, looking up in his eyes. He moves in for a kiss, and as soon as it lands, I know it's going to be one of our longest ever. Epilogue Quarantine Day 93 I wake up and stumble into the bathroom. After washing my face, I plod downstairs and get some coffee. I look out the window and see Jonah sipping a cup off coffee on the back porch. Tomorrow, we start back to school for junior year since we live in a state that has a stupid fucking republican governor. I'm going to be so fucking pissed if Jonah gets sick. I might storm the Capitol! I love watching him when he doesn't know I'm looking. He looks totally at peace as he stares off into the distance with a dreamy smile on his face. We've calmed down a little over the past couple of months. We can now be in the same room without having our dicks in each other's mouths or holes. We're gaming again, but it usually involves some sort of bet. Usually, the winner gets to suck dick and eat cum and the loser has to wait until he wins again to get his. Sometimes we'll cum from the taste, but the loser doesn't get to clean up. The winner gets to eat his own, too. It makes for some pretty tense competition, but there's still lots of smiles when both of us have won a match. We almost never fuck during the day. When we get horny, we're sixty-nining. When we fuck, things get passionate... and that's at night. It turns out we're both bottoms, but we take care of each other's needs perfectly well. We're both really good at topping and making sure the other gets the love needs. When we fuck, we know how much the other loves it, and we really take our time. Sometimes we wake up in the middle of the night at the same time. We don't even have to say a word. The one that REALLY needs it just spreads his legs and the other gets on top of him and pumps him full of love until we both pass out. We always wake up happy and know we get to do it all over again. Mom has even noticed how happy... and different we both are, and I think she's coming around. She said that Jonah has become the sweet little boy that she hasn't seen or heard from since he was six years old. I told her that I would always make sure Jonah stayed that way, and she just kind of shrugged and didn't contradict me. I couldn't believe it. Dad is a lost cause, but luckily for us he's moved into the lake cabin full-time now. He's going to get an apartment once the pandemic is over, and then he and Mom will be officially separated. It's better for her, though. She'll actually be able to get a pretty good dude in his 40's if she puts in the effort. She's in great shape and still attractive. Dad though... I see pictures of Dad in his 20's, and I can see why Mom married him. He bears no resemblance to his younger self, though. He's just a fat guy with bad knees and thinning hair that we hardly ever see. I head outside and walk up behind Jonah. I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss the back of his neck. "Mornin'," he says with a yawn. "What are you doin' out here?" I ask, kissing his neck again. "Just thinkin'," he says. "What about?" "You," he says. I can hear his smile even though I can't see it. "Oh yeah?" "What about me?" "I was just thinkin' about the future," he says, exhaling a long, cleansing breath. "What about it?" "I just thought... if we stayed together... and loved each other for our lives... well... I guess... I guess I could do worse." He turns around and gives me a slanted smile. "I couldn't do any better," I say, staring into his eyes. "I think it might be time... to get married," he says, staring back at me with the most adorable expression. "Wait, I'm confused. Aren't we already married?" "I just said I'd marry you so I could keep sucking your cum and to make Mom leave us alone. We're married under her authority. I was thinkin' we could get married under our authority." My heart pounds as I realize he's right. We really do need to do this. "There's something I wanna tell you first," I say. "Even before a kiss?" he asks. I kiss him quickly on the cheek before starting my story. "I've been lying to you," I say. He looks at me with one eyebrow raised, and he knows I'm goofing. "That first day... when I asked you if I could suck your dick, you accused me of being gay for your dick." "Yeah," he laughs. "I said no, but I'm TOTALLY GAY FOR YOUR DICK!" I grab it through his shorts and squeeze it while he tries to retaliate. "No one has been fucking GAYER for a dick than I am for YOURS!" He manages to get my shaft in his hand, and he gives it a few quick jerks. We wrestle and squirm together, but eventually end up in a giggly kiss. "But seriously," I say, once we pry outselves apart, "when we used to fight, it would make me so sad. I'd have this vision of my future. I'd be walking down some street in some city with my friends. We'd be laughing and having a good time, but it would feel like something was missing. Sometimes I felt like I wouldn't know you once we finished high school and moved out. I wouldn't know where you lived and we wouldn't be a part of each other's lives. I thought I would feel that emptiness my whole life." "I'll fill up your emptiness." Jonah smiles, proud of his joke. "Shut up, I'm serious!" "I know, I felt the same thing... and I felt just as bad after we fought," he sighs. "Now, when I think about that future that I used to picture all the time, you're always there! You're walking right beside me and you're smiling and laughing along with our friends. You're so happy, and I know our lives are great." "Of course I'm there!" he smirks. "Umm... do our friends know we're married?" "Yeah, I think so. My guess is that people will probably wonder why we live together and never date anyone, then they'll eventually figure it out... and think it's adorable." "Speaking of adorable..." Jonah turns around and opens his hand, revealing a ring. "What do you think about this?" It's really cool and unique, super masculine, graphite gray, an intertwining pattern etched throughout the ring with twin tourmaline stones in the center. He starts to slip it on my finger, but I jerk my hand away. "No!" I jump back. It's TOO GOOD! How did you GET this? I have to have time! I have to have time to get you a ring as amazing as this! I can't wear this yet. Fuck, how did you pull this OFF? I have to do some research and look up some companies that make and sell rings online... and-" "Check your right pocket," Jonah says. I shove my hand inside and pull out an identical ring. "Or you could just give me that one." "Holy shit!" I say, jamming the ring on his finger. It gets stuck on his knuckle and I hear it pop. "Oww! Fuck!" he laughs while I squirm it up his finger into place. He pushes my ring up my finger and we stare at our hands for a few seconds, really feeling like we're married. "You happy?" he asks. "Yeah, as happy as I could ever be," I say, tears streaming down my face. I lean over and kiss him and then bury my face in his chest. "Wait!" I gasp, jerking up to look at him. "You have to fuck me! RIGHT NOW!" I demand. "No, no..." he shakes his head. "This is a momentous time in our lives. You feel it don't you?" "YES!" I shout. "Then you have to fuck me." He folds his arms in defiance. "I said it first!" "Hey, I'm the one that went through the trouble of designing and spending my life savings on those rings. So, I'm the one that's going to get fucked." "Hey, you said you'd fill my emptiness!" I throw his words back at him. "As soon as you pull your shorts down, I'm sitting on your dick!" We run inside and up the stairs still arguing, laughing and grabbing at each other's dicks. We're going to have the best last-day-of-quarantine ever. The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like to see what I think Jordan and Jonah look like, email me your thoughts on the story at bdslider1@gmail.com and I will send you G-rated pics. Check out my other stories on nifty: Backdoor Slider: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/backdoor-slider/ Mason in the Center: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/mason-in-the-center/ We Have the Summer: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/we-have-the-summer/ Dreamin' About my Cuz (in progress): https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dreamin-about-my-cuz/