It had been days since I emptied my load into my brother. It was . . . the weirdest thing I've ever done. I would never have known my brother was gay. Bisexual, I might have thought. But when he told me later he had no interest in women at all . . . I mean, he also said he would be my fuck toy. Now, that was an offer I couldn't pass up at a time like this when there were no women on the road.
It was the only time we had fucked so far, but over the last few days, I found myself wanting it again. That-- and a nice, warm shower to wash the dirty deed away. I couldn't deny that Damien's tight asshole sliding on my cock was amazing, but then I also know that it's wrong and. . . it doesn't matter anymore.
There is no more government in America, nobody to tell us what we can and can't do. . . That's why we've been breaking into houses, killing animals and . . . also why we haven't been saved yet.
Sometimes I feel like I will go to sleep and wake up the next morning to be told that it was either all a dream or that somebody would be on the way to save us. Of course, I know this is the life we will live. Just until we get to the other side of the country.
I wake up, huddled naked close to my brother. Last night was oddly cold so we had no choice but to cling to each other for warmth. As I woke up, it was much warmer than it had been the day before. I hadn't realized he'd turned around at some point during the night and of course, I woke up with morning wood. My luck, it was shoved between his butt cheeks. My arm had ended up draped over his waist and in this spooning position . . . we had slept like we were lovers.
A chill would spark up and down my spine and neck as I began to move my hips, causing my cock to slide in between his crack. I felt his arm move and come to rest over my hand that was still on his abdomen. So he was awake after all . . .
"Jackson . . ." he said quietly.
"Damien . . ." I would respond in the same tone.
All of a sudden he would sit up and throw the blanket away from us. It landed on the floor and my morning wood was long and erect. A good thirteen inches stuck up in front of my brother, and his wide eyes took in my shaft. Before either of us spoke any words, his hand would wrap around my shaft and begin to stroke up and down, up and down . . . the skin-to-skin contact made me shudder.
"Damn," Damien would say. "I never realized how fucking big you were . . ."
Chuckling, I my response was, "What, you didn't notice I how filled nearly your entire asshole?"
Damien would lick his soft-looking lips, his head of brown hair moving slightly as he shook his hair away from his face. "Come on, brother. How couldn't I have noticed?" His blue eyes were wide and alert and . . . very alluring.
I forced myself into a sitting position and slipped my hand behind his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. I pulled his face close to mine and pressed my lips to his. I was right; his lips were very soft . . . and very, very kissable.
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My brother pressing his lips to mine caused a half pant to escape my lips. My own cock was hardening between my legs as I couldn't even begin to explain how long I had been waiting for this. Letting my brother blow his load inside of me was the best choice I ever could have made in my life. I was awarded by being able to sleep naked next to him every night. I also didn't have to look away when he was naked for any reason. I could openly cherish his cock and he wouldn't stop me.
Of course, he only fucked me once. I didn't try to push anything on him, mostly for the fact that he would definitely be able to knock me out if I pushed him too far. I was content with letting Jackson come to me, though. When he needed a tight hole to fuck . . . mine would be readily available.
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After getting a fantastic handjob from Damien, we were on the road again. We were only looking for a house a few streets away-- not that Damien knew that. He figured we were on the road again to get to the next town but . . . fuck. I was sure that the handjob would have held me over for a few days. Apparently not, though. My member was already throbbing in my pants and I wanted to bend him over right here in the middle of the road . . .
We found a safe house before long, and I insisted to Damien that we stay here.
"But the sun isn't going down yet. Besides, should we really stay in the same town?"
He was looking up at me, his blue eyes searching my face to find out what was going on.
I take a step closer to him, my arms wrapping around him and my hands coming to rest on his ass. My fingers would squeeze his plump bottom and he would gasp and slump into my arms.
"We can definitely keep walking if you-"
"No!" he would half-shout "I-I'm good with staying at that house. It looks nice. Comfortable. Let's go!"
He would dart out of my arms and nearly run towards the house. I trailed behind, my pants unzipped before I even stepped through the door.
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We picked a damn good house. Whatever kinky bastards lived here, they had a lot of toys and lube. I didn't think anything like this would last through the apocalypse. The house was pretty intact, though, and all the valuable additions? I was heavily considering making it our permanent base.
And why not? The yard behind the three-story building was rough, but with tender care, like our mother had taught us growing up, we could nurture it into being able to grow crops. The rich bastards that lived here had a nice supply of seeds in a kitchen cabinet-- fuck, the entire house was still being held together nicely on the inside. While the outside of the yellow-tinged house was burned and rotting, all of the three floors, plus the basement and attic were still held together.
My erection hadn't died down as we searched the house-- even as hard and horny as I was, our safety was always first. When we decided it was safe enough, we went back up to the third floor, Damien always a few steps ahead of me, wiggling his ass in my face when he walked, and make our way to what we assumed was the master bedroom.
The sun was shining in through the windows of the bedroom as Damien let himself fall onto the brown-colored sheets, a pristinely-white pillow behind his head. He was already naked as I approached, all of my clothes gone, too. As I got closer to the bed, Damien pretended to yawn and stretch his arms out, proceeding to roll onto his stomach. His juicy ass was exposed to me and it wasn't long at all before I was over him, my fingers wet with my saliva, pressing into his tight little hole. He was moaning before I got my fingers down to the knuckle, and then it hit me--
