The Hospital Shower and the Italian Brothers

I arrived at the hospital in the ambulance, holding Mateo’s hand. My little brother wasn’t responding. He was breathing with difficulty beneath the oxygen mask, and the medics never stopped sticking him, checking him, doing things to him I didn’t understand.

In the waiting room, my father arrived with Nerea. My sister was in shock.

—What happened? —she asked, her voice broken.

—He was with me. The ball rolled out into the road and he… —I couldn’t finish.

—It doesn’t matter how —my father cut in—. As long as he’s breathing, there’s hope.

Three hours later, the doctor told us Mateo was in a coma. That the next few hours were crucial. That we should talk to him, touch him, make him feel our presence even if it seemed like he couldn’t hear us.

When I went into the room and saw his child’s body covered by a sheet, his eyes closed and his mouth still, my soul shattered into pieces. I kissed his forehead and my tears fell onto his skin before I could stop them.

—That was your only job —Nerea reproached me from the doorway—. Just one.

Anger surged from my stomach to my throat.

—At least I was there. You don’t know anything.

My father stepped in before things got any worse and took her out into the hall. When he came back, he clasped my head between both hands and forced me to look at him.

—Aitor, listen to me. None of this is your fault. What happened is not your responsibility. Your sister is hurting; she’ll see that. Mom would be very proud of you.

I needed to hear that more than anything in the world.

***

The days passed and Mateo didn’t wake up. My friends —Gorka, Darío, and Tomás— came to the hospital several times. On December 24th, Christmas Eve, it was Darío who showed up alone in the middle of the morning. My father had gone out to lunch with a friend and Nerea had slipped off to see her boyfriend.

Darío pressed my shoulders from behind while I stayed seated by the bed. We chatted for a while and then I told him I needed a shower; I hadn’t had one in two days.

—There’s a small shower for relatives at the end of the hall.

He came in with me almost by inertia. He sat on the toilet while I took my clothes off. By then, I couldn’t have cared less that he saw me naked.

—Meat squad, I see —he said, trying to sound funny.

—Yeah. And you?

—Blood.

I stepped under the spray. The water turned hot right away. Darío was talking to me about something from school, but I wasn’t paying attention. I felt alone, empty, and I needed to feel someone. Without thinking too much about it, I said:

—You getting in?

—What?

—The shower. You coming in?

He hesitated for a moment, then silently took his clothes off. His cock, small at first, grew as soon as he got near the stall. He got in and stood in front of me, our cocks brushing together. Water streamed down our heads and splashed against our shoulders. We both laughed like kids.

—What are we doing? —he asked.

—I don’t know. I needed this.

My head was thinking about Mateo and my body was thinking about what was right in front of me. I knelt down and, with water running down my back, started sucking my best friend’s cock. He rested his hand on my nape and guided my movements with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. I could feel the thickness in my mouth, the wet skin on my tongue, the hot water mixing with my saliva.

I ran my tongue over his balls and looked up at him. That view, that face from that angle, drove me wild. He bit his lip and, determined, made me lean my head against the tiles. His hand turned into a cushion.

—Stay still —he said.

I obeyed. He started fucking my mouth with a frantic rhythm. His balls bounced against my chin with that familiar sound the water amplified. I gagged a couple of times, but Darío didn’t let up.

—You suck so well… —he murmured.

I cupped his ass, and in response he made me open wider. He looked down at me, smiled, and let a spit glob fall onto my tongue. I swallowed without thinking and went back on the attack.

Then he made me stand up.

—Now it’s your turn to get paid back.

He pinned my hands to the wall as if he had me chained there. He wasn’t trying to humiliate me; on the contrary, he wanted to give me exactly what I had given him. His eyes met mine from below and he opened his mouth with a certain awkwardness. He took me all the way in, without thinking. It was an inexperienced blow job, but the blond guy was sucking me off without me having asked him to.

He let go of my hands and grabbed my ass. He kneaded me hungrily while he sucked. Then he worked his way up my body, kissing my skin: the pubis, the belly button, the nipples he bit with patience. His hand kept jerking me off in a slow rhythm. When he reached my neck, I arched my head back and he kissed my jaw, my cheeks, until his lips found mine.

It was a passionate kiss, warm. The practice I had with my girlfriend Laia helped me keep up with him easily. Our tongues sought each other out, bit each other, fought like two wrestlers in the ring. Our hands didn’t rest: he jerked me off, I did the same to him, fingers sliding over hips, over ass cheeks. We pulled apart for a moment to look at each other, water running down our faces. We laughed, nervous, and closed our eyes again to feel everything.

We came almost at the same time. His cum smeared my stomach, mine hit his, and both streams disappeared down the drain. I bent down to clean the remains from him with my mouth and felt his cock slowly deflate. When I straightened up, Darío looked at me in ecstasy.

—Fuck. That was insane.

I laughed. He got out of the shower and dressed while I finished soaping up. When I came out, I found him in the room, talking to Mateo as if nothing had happened.

—Darío, about the shower… —I started. I saw fear flicker in his eyes—. It was what I needed. Thank you.

He smiled.

When my father arrived, Darío said goodbye. And we were left alone with Mateo. My father sat in the chair and, without taking his eyes off the bed, spoke.

—Aitor. I don’t care who you are. You’re my son. That’s the only thing that matters. You know that, right?

I looked at him. I didn’t answer with words. I nodded and smiled, and something inside me mended itself.

***

On January 5th, like an early Three Kings’ gift, Mateo woke up. The three of us were in the room when he whispered “dad” in a cracked voice that could barely be heard. My father shot out to get the nurse. Nerea burst into tears. I threw myself onto the bed and kissed his face until I lost count.

They kept him under observation for a few more days and on January 10th they discharged him. At home we welcomed him like a hero: his favorite food, every question answered, my body pressed against his on the couch. The next day I decided to celebrate with my friends. The four of us met up and, after spending a while with Mateo, we went out to play football and ate burgers. I told them the latest with Laia: we had masturbated and licked each other through our clothes, but I still hadn’t fucked her. They kept insisting I take the step. Gorka offered me a condom from the pack his cousin had given him in the summer.

—They’re still there, unopened.

The four of us laughed. It had been a long time since we’d all been together like that.

On Sunday, Tomás invited me to his place. He texted me that his parents weren’t home and added a suggestive emoji that got my groin hard instantly. At twelve thirty I headed to his apartment.

He opened the door in shorts and a T-shirt for hanging around the house. It was pleasantly warm; he had the heating on full blast and the living room heater going too.

—We’ll warm up soon enough —he said, and his hand slipped between my legs.

—Isn’t your brother here?

—That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.

We sat on the couch. Tomás looked down, smiling with a certain embarrassment.

—I didn’t tell you before because, with what happened to Mateo and everything, it seemed out of place. But… —he swallowed—. We spent a few days at the estate we have in northern Italy.

—You already told me that.

—And my brother brought it up. One night we put on a movie in my room. There was a dirty scene and, well, I got a little hard. Suddenly Luca says, “look, Tomi,” and I turn my head and see him with his cock out, half-hard too.

—Fuck. Your brother has no filter.

He looked at me, testing the waters.

—Can you believe I got rock hard? I imagined you, right there, sucking him off. And… one thing led to another.

—You’re telling me —I put the puzzle together in my head— that your brother and you have…? That your little brother sucked you off?

He nodded. At that moment Luca appeared in the doorway, clearly having been listening for a while.

—Hey, and he sucked me off too, you know?

—Holy shit.

I didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t necessary either. Tomás pulled at his brother’s waist, who was still standing there, and yanked down his pants and boxers in one motion. The little one’s cock bounced up, already rock hard. Tomás came over with a smile, never taking his eyes off me, and took it into his mouth.

Luca was inexperienced and let his brother take the lead. Tomás groped his ass cheeks, spreading and closing them, giving him the occasional gentle slap while he sucked his cock. Luca adjusted his glasses and rested an uncertain hand on Tomás’s head. I stood up and Luca, with some difficulty, freed his brother’s cock to shove mine into his mouth eagerly, as if he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time.

—Damn —I said, not knowing what turned me on more: the situation, the brothers, or the taboo.

Tomás was laughing with Luca’s dick in his mouth while Luca sucked me off. It was obvious they’d practiced: Luca sucked hard, ran his tongue over every inch, let saliva slide over my balls and drip to the floor.

Tomás stood up and made his brother deepthroat him. Luca crouched down, took off his glasses, sensing they’d get in the way, and let it be shoved all the way in until he coughed. To my surprise, he beckoned me with his finger and, almost lining my glans up with his brother’s, started alternating us like in a porn video. He tried to fit both of us in his mouth at once and we both moaned in unison, then laughed.

—You’re filthy —I told him.

He didn’t answer. Tomás took advantage of the moment to run his hand down my back, lower to my ass, and squeeze it. He smacked me twice. He brought his lips to my ear.

—Should we fuck him? —he whispered, trembling.

My head was spinning. My friend was proposing we fuck his little brother. Luca looked at us, pleased.

—But be careful.

—Fuck.

I grabbed his hand and took him to his bedroom. Tomás followed us; our cocks bounced between our legs. I laid him out on the bed. He lifted his legs and offered his little hole shamelessly.

I moved closer, kissed his ass cheeks, bit the skin gently, and ran my tongue over his little hole, pink and completely hairless. A strange taste coated my tongue, but I was so horny I couldn’t stop. I licked him eagerly and Luca started moaning while his brother ate his cock.

I lubed up a finger with saliva and slid it in slowly. Luca took it with surprise but no complaint. The second went in with a whimper. The third, with pain.

—Ahh!

—Sorry —I whispered.

I left them in for a few seconds, feeling the heat of that tunnel. When I pulled them out, the hole opened and closed with every contraction. I’d say it wasn’t his first visit.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a tub of cream. Tomás started: he got Luca on all fours, smeared his own cock, and smeared a little more on his brother’s ass. He rested the glans at the entrance and pushed in slowly. It took Luca a couple of moans before Tomás’s cock went in all the way and his balls slapped against his ass cheeks.

—Does it hurt? —Tomás asked, surprisingly tender.

—A little. Wait.

A few seconds later he got the go-ahead. Tomás started moving slowly, leaving only the glans inside and then going back in all the way. He repeated the motion until the whimpers turned into moans of pleasure.

I climbed onto the bed and, kneeling in front of Luca, made him swallow my cock. He did it hungrily, looking up at me from below. For once I had someone at my feet, and that new sensation sent a jolt through my gut. I pulled my cock from his mouth and slapped his cheeks, his forehead, his lips with it. I shoved it back in while I listened to my friend’s balls smack against the little one’s with every thrust.

—If I keep going, I’m gonna come —Tomás warned, almost voiceless.

Luca didn’t ask him to stop, so he sped up. He pulled out at the last moment and sprayed his brother’s back. He went to get paper and carefully cleaned up the mess.

It was my turn. I laid Luca on his back and bent his legs toward the ceiling so I could see his face.

—If I hurt you, tell me.

He nodded, but his face only showed arousal. Tomás positioned himself beside him and brought his cock to Luca’s mouth; Luca took it in as soon as he could. I set the glans at his opening. He was stretched from his brother, but mine was a bit thicker. I pushed in slowly and went all the way inside. When my balls hit his ass cheeks, I let out a moan. Luca let go of his brother’s cock for a second just to sigh in relief.

—Oh —he said, laughing.

—You like that, little brother? —Tomás asked, dragging his cock across his face.

He nodded and looked at me hungrily.

—Okay. You can go ahead. But slowly, please.

I placed my hands on either side of his chest. I rocked my hips back until only the glans remained inside and then pushed in again. I repeated it several times, lowered my head, and bit his neck, kissed his collarbone. When he tried to find my mouth, I denied him the kiss. That wasn’t for me.

Tomás gently moved me aside and started sucking his brother’s cock while I kept fucking him. I took advantage to pull out almost all the way and slam back in.

—Ah!

I repeated the motion three, four more times. I started feeling the tingle in my balls. I warned them I was close. I was going to pull out so I wouldn’t come inside, but Luca wrapped his legs around my waist, urging me to fill him. I sped up. Tomás was jerking his brother off frantically, licking his glans.

I came. I felt my load shoot straight into my friend’s brother. Luca came almost at the same time and Tomás opened his mouth to catch the little one’s semen on his tongue. He licked his lips and swallowed, amused.

I pulled my cock out, already half-soft. The hole contracted, expelling some of the semen that had flooded it.

—Whew —Luca laughed, relieved.

—Are you okay? —I asked.

—Yeah. But I need to clean myself. I’m not really sure how.

And Tomás, his lips still smeared, leaned over to his brother and kissed him on the mouth. They both looked at me, smiling.

—We’ll do it again another day, right? —Luca said.