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Subject: Hard Working Brothers, Ch. 5 ATTENTION! This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature between consenting adults who happen to be related. Everyone in this is fictional, and if any of the activities in this story, namely sex between men, specifically between adult men who are related to each other, happen to offend you or are in violation of what your jurisdiction deems appropriate for you to read, you should probably not continue. Feedback, suggestions, and comments are more than welcome to be sent to [email protected] , along with if you enjoyed it enough to get off (love hearing that I made you cum hard). Thank you, and have a great day. Also, a reminder that Nifty works off of donations. Consider dropping a tip to Nifty if you’ve been dropping your pants. Copyright 2022 Hard Working Brothers Chapter 5 It didn’t matter what he did, the coveralls were almost unbearable. As it was, Jason had slowly been losing clothes throughout the day, and he had been almost completely naked by the time that he took his last coffee. He popped into the shop’s changing room, and unzipped himself to sit on the cool bench in his soaked boxer briefs. The combination of light colours in the graphic print, combined with sweat, made it really obvious as to what the big man was packing. Rather than huddle in the break room with its anemic AC, he leaned back on the bench and let the sluggish air movement cool him down. The changing room at least had a window that let some air in, and as he ran a hand over his soaked chest hair, Jason was grateful for it. From his coveralls, he heard his phone buzz. The dark haired man dug in his coveralls for it, and then laid back on the bench. Checking it, the message turned out to be from his brother. -Do you want pizza for dinner, or we can make something.- He thought about it. Shawn kept his house cool. Actually using the kitchen wouldn’t be as awful as the shop was. But at the same time, he had absolutely no ambition to do anything that involved anything more than enjoying the AC and his boyfriend’s body. -Pizza works. I’m fried.- He held his phone up, and angled it to show his still sweat slicked body. After he took the picture, he made sure it wasn’t completely awful, and sent it to Shawn before sinking back onto the bench. Moments later, the door opened, and one of his coworkers came in. Jason looked up, and saw that it was Derrick. Derrick was the other mechanic that had decided not to duck out early today. He was a young guy in his early twenties, with a mop of shoulder length dull brown hair that he tied back and a large moustache that never seemed to stay in a shape beyond walrus. With dark eyes, and a bit of a natural tan in his complexion, he was a fairly attractive young man. “Hey,” Jason said. The big man did not give a fuck at that moment that he was in his underwear. If Derrick didn’t like it, he could go back to the shop. It was istanbul travesti only the two of them left now, anyways. Like usual, most of the shop liked to close early on Fridays. “Move over,” Derrick said in his baritone. “The front office demon cooked fish in the microwave before she left.” “Gross.” The thought of it was beyond vile to Jason. As Jason shoved himself up to a sitting position, Derrick began to pull his coveralls down to his waist. The front had already been open, but he needed all the airflow possible. Sitting down, the thinner man showed that he too was only in his underwear, though it looked like they were only boring black trunks. “Just get rid of them, man. It’s like sitting in a puddle.” Derrick shrugged at Jason’s comment, and pulled them out from under him and freed his legs. Giving his coworker a quick glance, Jason noted that Derrick wasn’t nearly as hairy as either him or his brother. The younger mechanic had some hair on his legs, and a bit on his chest, but just a light dusting. His arms were almost completely covered in tattoos, with a fair bit around his shoulders and on his chest and side. They seemed to be mostly in Viking knotwork designs, from what Jason could tell. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t particularly defined either. The big man thought they were kind of cool, but he never liked the idea of needles. But they really worked on Derrick. “You like my ink?” Derrick said, noticing Jason’s gaze. Embarrassed at being caught, Jason quickly looked at his phone. “I just didn’t know you had so many tats,” he said quickly. “It’s cool. When I go to the pool, there’s always someone that’s checking me or the missus out. Especially since she got the chest piece.” Derrick reached for his phone, and pulled up a picture of a nice looking woman in her mid twenties. She was quite lovely, with a dusky complexion, and a large stylized lizard inked between her collarbones. She was also very topless. Jason made an approving face. “Nice,” he said nodding. Even though he only really craved cock now that he was being true to himself, Jason still appreciated a nice set of tits. “Right?” Derrick seemed extremely happy that his buddy thought his wife was hot. The older man’s phone buzzed, and he checked it. Shawn had replied to his last message. Checking it, there wasn’t any actual text. It was just a picture of his brother exposing himself out of his work pants. Clearly, he approved of the underwear pic. “Whoa. Someone got a good message,” Derrick laughed. Jason realized that he had gone to almost full mast, and crossed his legs. It felt extra awkward. “It’s been a while.” Technically, that was true. Jason hadn’t jerked off today or Thursday, which was a while by his standards. And his standing appointment with Shawn on Fridays always got him a little pent up. “It’s cool. Didn’t mean to embarrass you, big guy.” Derrick didn’t give a fuck. The younger kadıköy travesti mechanic had grown up in a house with three brothers. The boys had learned early on that privacy was overrated, sometimes dudes got erections, and that if there was a chance to relieve stress without anyone else catching them, to go for it. “Since Natalia’s stopped wanting it, it’s been a while for me too. I can’t wait until the baby gets out of her so I can get back in.” “It happens.” Jason had felt the same way when he was with his ex wife during that time. It had probably been even worse then, since Jason had been seventeen at the time. “She doesn’t even want to peg me, that’s how bad she’s gotten,” Derrick complained. That made Jason’s dick jump. “She pegs you?” Derrick nodded. “Totally. It’s awesome. You ever try it?” “Oh yeah. I’ve had my prostate played with.” It was true. Now both of them were hard in their sweaty shorts, and aware that they were both hard with their coworker at work. “Wish I had a toy right now,” Derrick muttered, adjusting himself, before sticking his hand down and starting to play with himself under the trunks. “Fuck it,” Derrick said, figuring he was this far in already, and pulled his shorts off. His dick swung up, hard as a nail, from underneath some very closely trimmed pubes. He had a pretty decent piece on him, about the same length as Jason’s, but with a big curve upwards and a bit to the right. He was cut, with a bulbous head atop a veiny shaft. “I gotta take care of this.” Completely stunned by how this was going, Jason got up and locked the door before getting rid of his own underwear. He didn’t think anyone else was left in the building, but it didn’t hurt to be careful;. He sat back next to Derrick, who was starting to go to town on his meat. “Nice,” Derrick said as Jason sat back down. Jason’s six and a half inches were sticking straight out, ramrod straight. His extra thick cock looked menacing, hard enough that the foreskin had pulled all the way back on its own. “Thanks,” Jason said, not knowing what else to say. He watched Derrick spit in his hand, then pump his cock some more. It was pretty damn hot, watching a guy with so many tattoos give himself an old fashioned. It made the big man start to leak, which he felt spread across his head as he let his foreskin cover and retract with every stroke. Derrick smirked. “Fucking feels good to do this. Haven’t done this with another dude for a long time.” “Totally.” “I used to jack off with my brothers all the time,” the younger man said, looking at Jason’s crotch. Seeing a big glob of precum belch out after he said that, Derrick knew that he had Jason pegged right. Derrick and his wife had an open marriage, and Derrick had infrequently gone on apps. He usually turned off his location, but about a month ago, he saw someone very close by that went by the name “RT you go shoot rope and you’re ready to hug it bakırköy travesti out.” “Weren’t you the one that got choked when we overheard that one woman say that you looked like a thug, and I looked rapey?” Shawn deflected the criticism almost automatically. Jason didn’t think he could agree with that sentiment at all. Zach looked more like a wannabe cleaned up Hollywood version of a tough guy than an actual thug, and Shawn oozed punk masculinity in a way that really got his juices flowing. They joked around a bit more before shutting down the water and drying off. Shawn went back to the bedroom, but Zach said he wanted to make a tea before bed. Jason went down to the kitchen with the kid, and helped him put the kettle on. “Thanks,” the big man said as he took a cup of chamomile tea in a mug that was marked ‘NOT YOUR FUCKING MUG’ on the side. It felt a little surreal to him, to be in his boyfriend’s kitchen naked after a three-way with his renter/apprentice, but also par for the course somehow. “No worries,” Zach said as they sat down at the dining room table. “It’s still a little early to pass out.” “Tell that to Shawn,” Jason chuckled as he took a sip. “He had a bad day,” the kid said quietly. “He was getting really stressed out by the time we got back.” Zach looked down at the table. “He’d probably like it if he got held for a while or something,” he said before taking a swig from a mug that read ‘BEARDED BASTARD’. “He’s my boyfriend, so it’s kind of my job,” Jason promised. “Good,” Zach said with a nod. “He gets shit on a lot.” Jason was starting to really like Zach. He could see why his brother had decided to let the kid stay with him. He could be a vulgar brat at times, but the burly young man had a good heart. The fact that he was a sexy young thing with a talented mouth didn’t hurt. As they talked over the tea, they got to know a bit more about each other. “Well, we better get to bed,” Jason said as he drained the last of the tea. They tossed their mugs into the sink, and headed back upstairs. As they got near the open door of the master bedroom, the big man could hear his brother snoring loudly from inside. “Night, uncle J,” Zach said with an impish smirk as gave Jason a peck on the cheek and went into his own room. Turning off the hallways lights, Jason slipped into the room, and under the light blanket that his brother had put back on the bed before falling asleep. His older brother was snoring and was sprawled out across his side of the bed, as usual. Even when he slept alone, Shawn always slept on the left side of the bed. As Jason settled in, he heard Shawn’s breathing change a bit, and the smaller man moved closer to him. The big man put his arm out as he felt his lover shift, and they settled into a warm embrace. He smiled in the darkness as he kissed his brother’s head. Shawn had remained asleep through his movements, though even dreaming his body seemed appreciative in how it huddled close. Jason stroked Shawn’s beard as he listened to his brother snore. There was something relaxing about both things. He gave a contented sigh as he closed his eyes. Derrick was right, the muscular man thought, he was a lot happier now.

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