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Quam olim Abrahae Promisisti

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We started a habit now of being naked whenever we could, not only in bed. So after our daily job with our horses, we took everything off at home. Sometimes we jacked each other off; sometimes we sucked each other’s dicks. That day was Thursday, two weeks after our first blowjobs, two weeks we spent totally horny and continuously having sex. After coming home from the stables, we stripped and again decided to have lunch totally nude of course and we had just masturbated. After cumming, Don went to the living room and I stayed a while in the kitchen doing the washing up. I had just begun when I heard the first notes of the introit of Mozart’s requiem again. I finished when I just heard Et lux perpetua luceat eis, “and may perpetual light shine on them”. We both knew the lyrics quite well, the original Latin words and the translations.

I entered the living room naked too of course and had the satisfaction of watching Don’s boner as soon as he saw me entering the room. I approached him and kissed him, and then I started to touch him. I implored him to leave Mozart’s requiem sound all that time. Now Kyrie began and I knew that was the sign. I knelt down and started to shamelessly suck my twin’s cock at once. The song went on: “Lord, have mercy upon us”. Once again I was relishing my brother’s manhood.

It was a long blowjob now. Don was getting used to having his brother blowing him. We heard Kyrie and now we were hearing Dies Irae, dies illa, “day of wrath, that day”. But it was a new day of bliss for us. Now giving each other blowjobs was a wonderful habit and we did it increasingly more. We couldn’t remember how many blowjobs a day we gave each other. We had sex as if we were a couple and I liked my twin so much that now it was me that wanted to hook him up. I had begun shy, shyer than him anyhow, and now I got the certainty that I would never find anybody with whom I could be happier than with Don. We heard all the soloists and still he hadn’t cum but finally filled my mouth with his tasty jism the moment the soprano was singing Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, “what then shall I say, wretch that I am”. I drank happily all his nectar and I heard him say that now he should suck my cock. But I told him.

-Please Don, you will have your chance later, but let us hear Mozart’s requiem complete first.

And I was waiting just a few seconds, just as the notes finished in Cum vix justus sit securus and all that time I was groping everything in his body, making him hard as a rock after having cum.

It was the perfect timing for what I really wanted to do now. You could finally hear Rex for the first time. In that moment I surprised my twin by jumping to his cock and telling him: “fuck me now, Don”. Rex, second time, it was the whole choir and my twin’s cock was a spear then to the rhythm of that syllable. Rex, “are you sure, Ron?” “Of course I am sure, Don”. And finally the start of that piece: Rex tremendae majestatis. It was the perfect piece to be fucked. “King of awful majesty, who freely savest the redeemed, save me, o fount of goodness”. Every time I’d heard that piece, I was internally moved. Indeed Mozart is other-worldly, and such music was the superb sound to give my ass to my brother. Was it hurting me? Don’t know. I have no memories of pain. Mozart was spiritual and was soothing me. I only needed Don’s cock, deep in my ass. Deeper! -I shouted at him –the choir was making me shiver to the rhythm of the instruments and I was in a divine river of grace and mercy. Oh, what a song to be fucked! Let the king of awful majesty turn a king of merciful blessing for us two.

-Ron –he told me-, I swear I could never expect to one day be fucking you. Forgive me for asking you this: are you in love with me?

-I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before. All I can feel is such a deep affection for you that I am sure I need nobody else, just you, Don. Now it’s me that wants to hook you up: I want you to have all your sexual needs fulfilled, so you might prefer me to a girl. At least with me, you can do everything. And you, Don, do you love me?

-I’m not sure either, little brother, but oh how I love you now! Of course you’ll also fuck me next, always two players here for whatever game we play. We’ll do everything with each other with Mozart’s requiem –Ingemisco tanquam reus, “I groan like a guilty man”-. I’m not afraid to love you; I just fear not being reciprocated.

-Don’t fear me, Don. –He went on fucking me and the choir kept singing those divine notes, till you could hear Ne perenni cremet igne, “that I burn not in everlasting fire”, and in that moment I felt I would not burn just as I felt that Don’s semen was scorching me.

-Now it’s your turn to sit on this armchair and I’ll do to you just what you’ve done to me, you can be sure.

He told me all that and we changed places just as we heard Statuens in parle dextra, “setting me in Thy right hand”. And again the timing was perfect. My cock was filling Don’s mouth when Confutatis started.

Confutatis maledictis flammis acribus addictis, “when the accursed have been confounded and given over to the bitter flames”. Again they were images of fire and my cock was again burning in the forge of my twin’s mouth. The notes of Confutatis flowed easily in my ears, fierily but without stridency, and he was so good that I began to feel something piercing me. Voca me cum benedictis, “call me with the blessed”. That’s what I was feeling; he was calling me with the blessed. Let thy kingdom come unto me, Donald Davis. Confutatis maledictis, I don’t wanna be confounded. You’re what I need, brother.

And quietly Lacrimosa started, one of my favourite pieces, softly first but soon gaining strength, and suddenly lachrymose were my eyes and I had to suddenly cum. Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla, iudicando homo reus. “Mournful that day, when from the dust shall rise, guilty man to be judged”. I burst out crying.

-What is it you have, Ron?

-Oh forgive me, brother. I’ve realized you’re all I need, so much so that I’ve fallen in love with you.

-Shhh, kiss me, Ron –I’d never been kissed before as he kissed me now-. I didn’t tell you before. I wasn’t brave enough cause I didn’t wanna lose you but I will tell you the truth now. Ron, I also love you, believe me, I’m saying the truth. The moment you asked me to fuck you, I felt I had it all with you, Ron. And never again will I call you “little” brother, for in that moment you became really “big”. I love you, fuck me please and we can try.

Instantly he jumped to my cock and he never showed me any pain. Love was stronger than any pain. Domine Iesu had started.

-We have started a couple, haven’t we, Don?

-I will never need a girl. I’d love to be your boyfriend. If you want, we can try.

-You’re all I need, Don. It’s weird that we have started a couple hearing a mass for the dead.

-It can be a wedding mass for us, sweetheart.

-Then we’re getting married.

Sed signifier sanctus Michael, “And let St. Michael, Thy standard-bearer”. First it was the soprano. Sed signifier sanctus Michael. Not it was the contralto. And now the men soloists. Sed signifier sanctus Michael. The tenor now. And last Sed signifier sanctus Michael, the deep voice of the bass.

Quam olim Abrahae Promisisti. You could hear all the basses. The men first and soon it was the tenors. And now the women: you could hear Quam olim Abrahae promisisti twice more: the contraltos and last the sopranos and the whole choir was singing it. Quam olim Abrahae promisisti, “which once Thou didst promise to Abraham” and later the sentence would continue semini eius, “and his seed”. Which once Thou didst promise to Abraham and his seed. All that was in Domine Iesu, and soon Hostias et preces would begin and the same motif would be heard again.

“We offer unto Thee this sacrifice”. I would try to resist till at least I heard that other-worldly motif a second time. Meanwhile I was discovering the deepest recesses of my twin’s ass. Now Don was my boyfriend and he wasn’t showing me any pain. He wanted his ass to be mine just as mine had become his.

Quam olim Abrahae promisisti. Here it was again: “which one Thou didst promise to Abraham and his seed”, till my cock was asking me to fill Don with what he was waiting and at last I could hear it, semini eius, his seed; it was his seed, My seed, that he wanted to have in his ass, baptizing him. It was a mass for the dead which we had turned into a wedding mass and curiously ended in baptism.

Once he was bathed in my seed, semini eius, I told him we could hear the rest of the requiem sitting together on the couch. We moved there and kissing and touching everything of our naked bodies we heard Sanctus and Benedictus, “blessed is He who cometh in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest”. Yes, Hosanna, save us, we pray. We would always hide it to everyone, our sister, our parents, our friends, to anybody, but obviously we were engaged. Yeah, Hosanna, bless our couple, o Lord, let us always live together in this wonderful bliss. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem: “Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, grant them rest”.

Now all we had to listen as we touched and kissed, was the Communio, the communion. It was obvious we had just communicated. And again we could hear it: Et lux perpetua, “and may perpetual life shine on them”, on us, come to us Thy luminosity, bathe us always in Thy perpetual light, o father of the universe, let us always shine as brilliantly as we’re shining now.

Since that day we’re constantly hearing Mozart, other kinds of music too, but Mozart’s requiem is the soundtrack of our couple and ten years later we are still together and fortunately nobody knows we are a couple. Once a week we had to hear Mozart’s requiem and we always fuck when we listen to its divine notes, especially with that line which marks the beginning of our happiness:

Quam olim Abrahae promisisti.