Quinton during quarantine

As I lay there in the crook of my brother's arm, listening to his steady breathing and beating heart, I feel like I was where I was meant to be. I could feel my phone buzzing incessantly in my pocket, no doubt Andy, having checked his messages. I ignored the buzzing though. I really didn't care if he was panicking. He'd put himself in this position. 

Then I heard the buzz of Ryan's phone. He pulled it from his pocket and showed me it was Andy calling. I nodded, he could answer it. 

"What do you want Andy?" Ryan said coldly.

I could hear Andy from where I was sitting. "What the fuck did you tell Mikey? He just left me a message saying he wanted me gone when I got back from my trip?"

"I told him everything Andy - how you were all over that slutty twink in Chicago, how you were too eager to fuck me, how you relished in cheating on him." Ryan said while looking me square in the eye, without breaking eye contact, he continued, "He deserves better than you Andy. So, I told him everything."

I could hear Andy screaming obscenities, mostly at Ryan for being a bitch and a pussy. Andy, when he was pissed, usually resorted to degrading people. I'd never personally experienced it toward me, but several times had to listen to him complain about people. 

Ryan lifted the phone from his ear and hung up on Andy. There is no doubt in my mind that Andy was seething at this point. 

"Is he actually out of down Ry?" I asked him nervously.

"Yeah, he called me as he was packing and asked if he could fuck me on the way to the airport." He responded. 

"We should probably change the locks, when he's mad like that he gets a little irrational." I said, with a bit of a grimace. 

Leaning forward, Ryan kissed me, and said, "Don't worry Mikey, I got you." 

As I looked into his eyes, I knew he did. I knew that I was going to feel safe with my big brother, and now lover, here. 

We must have fallen asleep because at some point, well after dark, I woke up and Ryan was spooning me from behind on the couch. It was a pretty tight fit, so I gently shook him, to wake him. He slowly opened his eyes, and looked at me with a smirk. I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to the bedroom. We climbed into the king size bed that Andy had insisted on. I always slept naked, and when I felt Ryan scoot up against my back, it was clear he did too. His cock resting in the crevice of my ass. I could tell he was semi-hard, but not totally engorged. We both fell into a deep sleep shortly after crawling into bed though, so there was no more hanky-panky. 

I woke up to the smell of coffee and a wet nose pressed against my arm. Looking over I see Gus, sitting patiently next to the bed. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand I assumed I'd slept in. Typically, I'm the first to wake in the house. I see that I've got another 15 minutes before my alarm goes off, but I get up and slip on my shorts from last night. Heading downstairs the events of yesterday play out in my mind. The long, thick cock of Quinton, taking me against the sink. The not as long, but exceptionally thicker cock of Ryan, stretching me further than I've ever been stretched. 

I reached the kitchen, there is Ryan at stove cooking. He is framed by a sleeveless t-shirt, not the kind you buy, but one that the sleeves had been cut off. It was a shirt I often wore doing yardwork. He'd also slipped on a pair of my silkier athletic shorts, I rarely wore them in public because they were clingy and the front was often obscene. They framed his ass in a way that made pre-cum start dripping from my cock. 

As I stood there watching, he was doing a little dance, and his bubble butt was jiggling in a way that drove me mad. I walked up behind him and pressed my body to his. My throbbing cock sliding into the cleft of his ass through our shorts. A soft moan escaped his lips. Reaching around his body, my hand slipped under the shorts to grip his throbbing cock. Sliding my hand up the shaft, I ran my thumb through the precum forming at the tip. 

"Fuck me Mikey" he said plainly. 

I slid my had around to his ass, still inside the shorts, and slid a finger down his crack. My finger made contact with his pucker and he pushed back against it. It was clear my brother was versatile, because he was moaning for me to take him then and there. Pushing the pan off the heat, I pulled him to side of the stove and pushed our shorts down.

Glancing back over his shoulder, "I've fantasized about this so many time baby."

I lined my cock up, not breaking eye contact with Ryan, and slowly started to press forward. Letting out a deep, guttural sigh as I did. 

"Fuck me Mikey, hard." He called out with a moan.

I was about to press forward, when he slammed his ass all the way back. I was totally taken by surprise and called out. He started riding back onto my cock, before I pushed his face down onto the counter, an act of dominance to show him I was in charge. I pulled back, until just the head was inside him. I wanted to torture him, so I made slight micro movements with my cock. 

He was begging me, "Please Mikey, I need it."

"What do you need Ry? Tell me?" I asked.

"I need you to fuck me Mikey, I need you to use me! Please." Ryan begged. 

Without responding I slammed into him. The impact caused a ripple effect through his bulbous ass cheeks. Pulling out again I kept up the hard, driving thrusts. Enamored by the way his ass rippled as I fucked him. After a few minutes, I slowed, cum building in my balls. Pushing myself all the way inside, I started grinding deeply into his ass. His moaning turned to a breathless whine. He was a sputtering mess. My hands wandered from his hips, up his back, then around to his chest. His course hair, turning me on with every inch. When I got to his chest, his nipples were standing out on his chest like erasers. I grabbed them and twisted. That was all it took. 

I felt his tight hole grip my cock like a vice. His insides were pulsing with each shot of his load. His cries of pleasure echoed through the kitchen. I could only imagine this was what a dairy cow felt when getting milked, the pulsing pressure on my cock was too much. I shot load after load into my brother prostrate body. Both of wracked with pleasure, collapsed to floor. 

My cock slipped from his body as we fell to the ground. Once down, he turned around and pushed me back, pulling himself up onto my body. 

"I love you so fucking much Mikey. I want to spend every morning like this." His eyes buried their gaze in my soul.

"I love you too Ryan." I said, then continued, "I've never wanted to fuck someone as much as I wanted you just now." 

He got a devilish smirk on his face and dove back in for a kiss. We lay there for a second, sucking on each others tongues, and grinding our wilting cocks together. 

Ryan pulled himself up off me, and then helped me up. With a swat on the ass he said, "Go get ready for work Mikey, I'll have breakfast ready in a minute."

I did as I was told and I went upstairs and showered. Thinking about how much had changed in a few days. It was a bit of a whirlwind. While getting ready I realized I must have left my phone downstairs. Returning to the kitchen, Ryan was plating up the eggs and toast he'd made for us. I grabbed my phone from the counter, and opened it.

 There were a ton of nasty message from Andy. Calling me a whore, that I wouldn't ever do better than him. I looked at Ryan and knew Andy couldn't be more wrong. I deleted his messages. Then I came to a number I didn't recognize. 

"Hey baby, it's Quin, thinking about you this morning."

Accompanying the text was a picture of that king sized, milk chocolate cock. My ass twitched when I looked at it. 

Ryan, unbeknownst to me, had moved behind me, wrapping his around around my shoulders, "Is that Quinton?" He asked.

"Yeah, it is." I said sheepishly.

"I don't blame you for letting him fuck you, that's a beautiful cock." He said, surprising me. Then he continued, "Maybe we should invite him over for dinner Mikey?" 

I turned to look at him, he was looking at the picture, with lust filled eyes. 

"Really?" I asked surprised

"I'd love to watch you ride that beauty, and I'd love to fuck you after him." He said with a loving smile. 

I felt his cock twitch against my back.