John's father and Jeremiah's mother were to have been married and the two boys discovered their mutual attraction for each other before war was declared between the North and the South. But not even different ideologies and the constant fear of death can keep them apart. More
BROTHER FUCKING BROTHER is a sensual tale of forbidden love during the Civil War between a Union and Confederate soldier. It features delicious descriptions of explicit gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, swallowing, pain play, and mutual masturbation.
I shook my head and scowled as he put an arm around my shoulder and I laid my head on his shoulder. “This damned war,” I said. “When will it end?”
“As soon as Mr. Lincoln acknowledges states’ rights to do as they please and relinquishes his idea of a federalist empire,” Jeremiah sighed.
I raised my head to look at him, biting back an angry retort. It seemed as though we had this argument every time we met and if he was to be moved far away from me tomorrow, or, worse, dead, I didn’t want to mar our time together. I pressed a finger to his lips and said, “Let’s not start that again. We both have different beliefs or we’d be on the same side of this horror. Shall we enjoy what little respite we have?”
He sighed and nodded, then smiled at me and moved to engulf my mouth with his. I willingly accepted his tongue and felt my meat stiffen in my pants. As our lips probed each other, I reached up and gently pulled his coat open and slid it down his arms. He withdrew one arm from it and placed a hand on my cheek before sliding his other arm free. I laid it on the ground and spread it as a makeshift blanket and paused our kiss long enough to lie back on it. He leaned over me and our mouths met once more with unrestrained passion and eagerness. The threat of death always fueled our lovemaking with fire and urgency.
Our first time had been tense and silent. I had caught him masturbating in the hay loft of his mother’s barn when I had accompanied my father on a trip to court Jeremiah’s mother. He had been embarrassed and I’d felt for him so I had plopped myself right next to him and begun to pleasure myself as well. I think even then we both knew that we were kindling a budding attraction. The forbidden nature of our encounter only served to make our cocks more erect.
The next time we had been adventuresome and our encounter had progressed to him pleasing me orally and swallowing my seed. He had been clean shaven then and still, in many ways, a boy of 18. Now, our unwashed and unkempt stubble was a testament to the difficulty of personal hygiene while in the dirt and grime of the battlefield camps. And at just one year older, we were definitely men.