Date: Sat, 04 Jun 2022 05:41:09 +0000
From: Shawn D.F. <shawndilf@proton.me>
Subject: Hard Working Brothers, Ch. 3

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Hard Working Brothers

Chapter 3


Shawn woke up around his usual 'fuck, forgot to set the alarm time'. Even
with his alarm off, his body refused to stay asleep after 8. Old habits
die hard, after all.

"Gwarahaaachragh," snored Jason. The other man was sprawled across most
of the bed, the light blanket almost completely cocooning his large form.

"Cool," Shawn said under his breath, "You win again, blanket thief."
Jason had stolen the blankets last Friday as well. And every night of the
long weekend fuckfest that they had enjoyed the week before that. If this
kept up, he was never going to wake up warm on a Saturday again.

Moving slowly, so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping mountain, Shawn
slipped out from the covers, put on a robe, and headed to the main
bathroom to wash up.

After a little time with the toothbrush, Shawn went downstairs and began
making coffee. As the water boiled and he was grinding the beans, he
looked out his kitchen window as he opened it. His backyard needed a
little cleaning up, but the sun was shining, it looked like it was going
to be a beautiful day if a little cool for weather.

As he set up his pourover, Shawn turned his attention how lovely the
morning really was. Almost everyone at the company had appreciated not
booking any installs or scheduled work right before the weekend, so he
got to enjoy a beautiful Friday morning. There were birds chirping, clear
skies, and most importantly, the aroma of coffee as he poured the boiling
water over the grounds.

The ginger man loved his coffee. As it finally reached the required
volume, he emptied the grounds into the trash and washed out the
stainless steel filter before pouring the entire carafe into a massive
mug. As he brought it to his lips, he smiled at the first sip. A little
too hot, but still delicious as he wiped a stray drop from his moustache.

The peace lasted for about six minutes before he heard clomping down the
stairs. Shawn had to try to be quiet when he walked because he had a
tendency to stomp like a small elephant. Jason was much the same, just
even louder.

"Here comes trouble," Shawn beamed at his brother as Jason came around
the corner.

Jason was wearing absolutely nothing as he came in, yawning and
scratching at his chest with one hand. "Morning," he mumbled. Even only
half-awake, he looked amazing. A thick pelt of hair covered his massive
chest and strong belly, and was barely lighter on his arms and legs. Add
in the full beard and buzz cut, and his scratching motions reminded Shawn
of a gorilla. An incredible hot gorilla with a massive piece.

Shawn did not feel like he could match Jason's effortless sex appeal,
even if he had also been naked. His own red fur was only slightly less
thick and copious, showing off the right stuff of his lean build. That
wasn't the problem, though. His longer hair was unkempt from sleep, and
his beard was matted and barely guided in the proper directions by a
quick finger combing. Combined with a tendency to express grumpiness when
woken up instead of Jason's adorable half-awakeness.

"I didn't know you were up. Do you want me to make breakfast? Coffee?"

"Coffee is good," Jason said as he grabbed a couple bananas from the
counter. "Fruit is better."

"Cool. Your usual?"

"Two sugars, with cream," Jason confirmed.

Shawn held his tongue. To him, regular coffee was meant to be drunk black
and straight up, not adulterated. If there was cream, it should involve
espresso. "I can steam some milk for you, if that's ok. I do have sugar,
just not cream."

Jason agreed to it and sat down at the table, and after Shawn had
finished getting it ready, he gladly took a big swig of it. He made
appreciative noises as he washed down the last of the banana. Shawn, for
his part, was eating his usual breakfast of granola straight from the
bag.

The shorter man watched with bemusement as Jason peeled the second
banana, and started to deep throat it a bit before chowing down. "Not
bad for a beginner, eh?"

"Well, you're learning. Besides, we've been fucking every Friday for the
last three weeks, so I would hope that you're picking up something."

As he finished off the last of the banana, Jason stood up, revealing his
full erection. "Maybe you should give me some more lessons."

Given a choice between cold granola and hot cock, Shawn abandoned the
cereal immediately, and got up. "Come with me," he said with a smirk,
grabbing his brother's penis to lead him back to bed.

Once there, he tossed the robe off and got down on his knees on the
carpet. He looked up at his brother, his tongue outstretched and with a
needy expression as he jerked his own hard meat.

Jason obliged and moved into position. Putting one strong hand on the
back of his brother's head, he let Shawn take the lead and begin bobbing
on his cock.

"Fuck," he moaned. His massively thick meat slid into the hungry
wetness that was Shawn's mouth, a striking contrast -- the dark red
facial hair to his fair skinned shaft.

Shawn, for his part, moaned contently, as he fucked his face on his
brother's pole. Jason had started leaking almost immediately after Shawn
had started sucking on his head, so the shorter man was spending more
time and attention on the glans to fully savour his brother's juices.
Suckling at his brother's foreskin and running his tongue across the
ridge of Jason's fat cockhead was a surefire way to flood Shawn's mouth
with sweet precum.

"Fuck, bro. You're a pro at this," groaned Jason as he closed his eyes
and lost himself in his brother's expert cocksucking. Between the wet
sounds coming from Shawn's mouth, and the amazing feelings coming from
the steady movements, the big man was feeling nothing but bliss.

Shawn pulled his mouth free of his brother's cock, and started working
his way down the shaft and sucking on Jason's big hairy balls. As he did,
he reached up and started stroking between his balls and his hairy hole
with a light pressure.

"Oh fuck," Jason moaned as Shawn rolled around his nuts over and over
again.

"Hop up on the bed," Shawn said as he let the hairy orbs fall away from
his tongue.

As soon as Jason was situated, Shawn motioned for him to slide down, and
he positioned himself opposite so they could suck each other. As soon as
Jason began to suckle at Shawn's pierced cock, that set the smaller man
off to really begin working his younger brother's meat. As a reward for
his efforts, Jason tried his best to keep up with Shawn's motions and
copy them with his own mouth.

"Fuck," Jason said with a gasp, rolling away from Shawn. It had finally
been too much for him, and he needed air to stop gagging from the assault
that his older brother's cock had been performing on his throat.

Shawn, for his part, took it in stride, and just changed his attack
vector. He moved up, and started sucking on Jason's armpit while stroking
his brother's erection. Even with only the previous night's fucking and
sleep to let it build up, his brother's scent was intoxicating to the
smaller man.

"Aw, man, I want to blow so badly," Jason groaned.

Shawn pulled up after one last lick, and grabbed for the supplies on the
night stand. He handed Jason the lube, and kept the poppers for himself.
He got on his knees, put his head down, and waited for his brother to get
ready.

Shawn moaned as he felt his brother finger some lube into his hole.

"Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He heard Jason squish some of the lube onto his big cock as he got into
position, so Shawn unscrewed the small bottle and took four good hits.
"Just plow me, bro." He needed to feel his little brother's big cock in
him. It didn't matter that Jason was massive, Shawn was seasoned thanks
to a few too many lonely nights with toys. That, and his body craved
Jason, and he knew that relaxation wouldn't be a problem. Just deep
breaths, waiting for that hot man to fill him.

Jason didn't need to be told twice. His girthy cock shone with lube, the
hair on his shaft stuck down with the last stroke. He positioned it at
Shawn's hole as his hands spread his brother's firm asscheeks apart. As
he heard Shawn sigh lustily, he pushed his rigid pole forward. It slid in
like a screwdriver through a barrel of grease. There was almost no
resistance as his brother welcomed the slick flesh, only the most
lust-soaked sounds of satisfaction coming from below him.

As Jason began fucking his brother in earnest, the sounds only grew in
intensity. Shawn was completely in the zone. Jason's big meat was
positioned absolutely right that it would strike his prostate on every
single stroke. Feeling his brother's strong body slam into him over and
over again kept flooding his senses into overload. Shawn stopped
thinking, letting go of everything that usually was in the very back of
his mind. There was nothing now, except the sounds of sticky flesh
slapping together, the increasing smells of sweat and sex, and the low
grunting and moans that were coming from the beast of a man that was
ramming his asshole.

"Jason, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." As he took another hit of
the poppers, Shawn continued sink further and further into the throes of
his lust. Dimly, he realized that he was stroking himself, his hand wet
with warm leakage from the precum that Jason was forcing from him on
every thrust. He grabbed onto the steel lattice of his headboard with the
other hand for better leverage as he felt Jason continue to get rougher
and rougher with his fucking. It was exactly what he needed. Shawn spent
too much time being the sensible guy, the practical guy, the guy that put
duty before self. That was exactly why the wiry redhead wanted his
brother to take him hard and leave him a dripping mess.

Jason appreciated that Shawn could take a pounding. He had always liked
rough sex, putting all of his strength to use. But Shawn was the first
person he had been with that actually didn't tell him to stop. There was
no whining or directions, as when his ex-wife had still been intimate
with him. There was only this sexy whipcord of a man using the muscles in
his forearms to brace himself and give Jason a more solid target.

He looked down and was mesmerized at the sight of his fat cock buried
deep in Shawn's hole. It looked absolutely obscene, the degree to which
his brother's tight pink pucker was forced open around the hairy invader.

"Choke me a bit," Shawn said in between grunts of pleasure.

Jason obliged by slamming balls deep into his brother, and reaching one
arm around, locking his forearm under Shawn's chin.

"Like this, big bro?" He murmured viciously in Shawn's ear as he pulled
half his cock out and then drove it back hard. Shawn moaned agreement.
Jason had almost said "little man", but even in the haze of passion, he
knew better than press that button.

Shawn was aching to cum. His prostate continued to be battered by Jason's
assault, dumping more and more precum for him to stroke with. He felt
what must have been some of Jason's precum leaking down his balls, the
copious amounts being pulled out on his withdrawals before his plunged
back in.

As Jason's locked arm got a bit tighter, it felt like time slowed down
for Shawn. He was aware of his shallow breaths and the air in his throat
as his body finally gave him release. His cock spewed forth a powerful
load all over his busily working right hand. He felt his muscles tighten,
and Jason's cock felt even larger from the tension.

The bigger man let loose a sound that was voice devoid of meaning. It was
just a roar to let the world know that this was his, he claimed it, and
his seed was marking it. He drove his cock deep into his brother's tight
ass, and felt his girthy meat as blast after blast of semen filled Shawn.
As he regained his senses, he saw Shawn just laying face down, not
moving.

"Bro?" he said a little worriedly, coming down from the rush and
realizing how much damage he could've done to Shawn.

"I'm good," Shawn said a little shakily. "That was something else."
With a laugh as he reached back and touched his ass. "My ass feels like
ground beef," he said contently.

"Fuck," Jason said as he watched his brother spread his cheeks expose
his brutalized hole. It was leaking a significant amount of cum. "Stay
right there," he said excitedly, and grabbed his phone. He took a quick
picture of his handiwork, and another couple of Shawn's face as his
brother continued to nuzzle into the pillow with a silly grin on his
face.

"You look damn cute when you get the cum fucked out of you," he said,
showing Shawn the phone.

"Looks like a cute guy," Shawn agreed. "I'd hit it."

Jason swiped back to the picture of Shawn presenting his ravaged hole.
While his face wasn't visible in that picture, between the tattoo on his
back and the edge of his beard peeking out to the side of his chest, it
wasn't exactly hard to figure out who it was either. "That's going to be
my Christmas card," he proudly stated.

"I'm sure dad will love displaying that one on the mantel," Shawn said
dryly, rolling over and beckoning his brother in for some kisses.

They continued that for a bit, horsing around with some light making out,
until Jason commented on the buzzing noise. "I think your phone's going
off, bud."

Shawn crawled over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone from the
charger. "Yeah, I got a missed call." He frowned. "It's my apprentice.
He called six times already."

The buzzing stopped as the call hit voicemail, and Shawn grabbed the
other phone, his work phone. "Holy shit," he said. "He's been calling
for like twenty minutes straight."

Jason stopped groping at the smaller man. "What's wrong?" he asked, as
Shawn started listening to the voicemail.

"Shawn, it's Zach." The apprentice's voice was high and nervous on the
first message. "I need your help. Ian gave me his tablet and van and let
me take the on call stuff, but he's not picking up, and I can't get ahold
of anyone, and I don't know what to do."

Second message was similar to the first. "Shawn, please pick up. I'm at
the last install Randy did. I can't figure out what's wrong. Please pick
up."

Third message was just a phone disconnecting, no message left.

"Shit," Shawn said. He dialed the last number, and kid picked up on the
first ring.

"Thank you!" The apprentice didn't even give him a chance to speak,
forcing Shawn to talk over him.

"What the fuck are you doing taking Saturday calls?!" Shawn roared the
words a little too forcefully than he intended.

"I know, I know. I need you to come out here. The furnace stopped
working right after the electrician came to wire the new breaker and they
set it to cool, and these people are pissed. And I can't figure out
what's wrong. And I tried Googling things and nothing is working." There
was no room for additional fear left in the apprentice's voice, only
begging.

"No clue at all what's wrong?"

"The code it's throwing doesn't make any sense at all and the inducer
keeps trying to start on cool."

That sounded way too funky for Shawn to diagnose over the phone. "Ok.
Just give me a bit. I have to get dressed, and I'll be out there. Text me
the address so I don't have to log in, and I'll be there as fast as I
can." He paused. "Either run through everything you can think of while
I'm on my way, or go wait in the truck and calm down. Customers smell
weakness."

"I'm not crying," Zach said in a voice that said that was only
technically true.

Shawn sighed as he put the phone down. He turned to Jason, who was
already getting dressed.

"It's cool," the big guy said. "I've dealt with work shit too, and I
know that you are the job."

The redhead shook his head. "Thank you for understanding."

Jason came over and gave him a big hug. "Don't worry. Shit happens. And
it's my fault you missed the calls anyways."

Shawn snorted. "Fuck, I better wear real underwear today," he said as
he felt his wet asshole.

"You'll get through it. You've always been the strongest and smartest
guy I know."

"Mmmm," Shawn said he found a cleanish work shirt to put on. Friday's
pants pulled out of the hamper, but fresh socks and boxer briefs, at
least.

"Fuck, you're sexy," Jason said as Shawn took him downstairs and to the
front door.

"Thanks, tall, dark, and hungsome," the smaller brother said, as gave
Jason a quick hug. "I gotta grab my tools and coffee, and I'll talk to
you later, okay?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah. Let me know what happened."

"I will," Shawn promised. He gave Jason one last good open mouthed
kiss, before opening the door. After locking it, the lean redhead grabbed
the mug and proceeded to dump the half-drank coffee into his travel mug.
Taking a sip, he found it very cold, but didn't care.

***

"Thanks, Shawn," the young man mumbled as they sat outside the burger
place. He was hunched over, staring at a breakfast burrito and orange
juice rather than looking up at the journeyman that had bailed him out.
He was only 18, but looked older because of a surprisingly bushy goatee
that he sported. He was a good kid, and quite attractive, with short
light brown hair with a slight raise at the front and a handsome face
that usually got a couple looks from the female clientele. He had a
tendency to dress a little too trashy for Shawn's taste, especially with
the big fake diamond studs in each ear, and the thick silver chain he
always wore under his shirt. He was also a fairly beefy guy, fitting the
definition of barrel-chested, with a bit of a solid gut on him to round
out his sturdy frame. Even at 5'11", he fit the definition of stocky to
a tee.

"Zach, why the hell did you agree to this?"

"I needed the money," he said softly, before continuing. "Lars said he
would help me over the phone, but I think he's too far in the mountains
with his family and doesn't have a signal. And Ian couldn't help me,
cause he went to emergency dental yesterday."

"That's fine, but you should've told me. And you should've called Randy
and got him to fix his own mess." Privately, Shawn knew that the install
team wasn't really at fault for the callback. He had never seen that
particular interaction of an old humidifier combined with a thermostat
set to the wrong services. And he had only caught the culprits with luck
and brute forcing the operation with trial and error after the thermostat
was found.

"I know, but I thought I could handle it. I covered Ian's on call stuff
last week without a problem. And I don't have Randy's number."

"Ok. Here's what we're going to do. If you get any more calls, call me,
and I will walk you through all of them. And I promise I'll pay attention
to my phone."

"Thank you," Zach muttered in a monotone voice that suggested that he
was done freaking out, and was now embarrassed about it all.

"I mean it. I'll make sure I pick up next time."

"I'm sorry I interrupted your date," the young man continued in that
monotone.

"I didn't have a date," Shawn said quickly. It was technically the
truth, which was his favourite category of honesty.

Zach looked up, and narrowed his eyes a bit with a thin smirk. "Dude,
you were fucking. You reek of sex; even the dumbasses smelt that."

"I don't-" Shawn started to say, as he lifted his collar and smelled
the inside of his shirt. He suddenly became very aware that he could
smell both himself and some of Jason's scent on him. Shawn tried
nonchalantly to smell his pit and it was even more obvious what he had
done that morning and last night.

"Ian keeps Axe in his truck," Zach said innocently as he took a bite of
his breakfast burrito.

"Ian is not a role model for either of us to live a life, and you should
disinfect your clothes after being in that truck before you go home,"
Shawn said pointedly, very annoyed that he had been called out.

"That's kind of why I needed the money," Zach said quietly. He flinched
a bit when Shawn had told him to go home. "Mom kicked me out."

"Oh?" All annoyance left the redhead, replaced by concern.

"I did something stupid, and now that I'm 18 I'm out of chances," the
kid said quickly. "It's ok, though. I've got a couch until the end of
the month, and I think I might have enough to-" Zach explained his plan,
that he was going to move in with five people and see if he could find a
job in the oilpatch for more money.

Shawn felt intense pity for the kid at that moment. He explained how he
would need to pass a piss test to get work that way, even to shovel dirt,
and that finding work inside their trade at the moment wouldn't be fast
as a starter. "You should've at least gotten yourself properly
indentured before you started dealing drugs," he said bluntly.

The young man sat up straight. "I did not sell drugs," he almost
yelled.

"Then what DID you do that pissed your mom off so much?"

"I, uh, I-" Zach looked up and down at Shawn. "You can't tell anyone
else. Like ever. I mean it."

Shawn agreed to his conditions, and waited for the answer.

"I got caught messing around with this guy," he said. "She freaked
that I brought that into her home, and now I don't know what to do since
she chased me out and even changed the locks on the trailer." Zach went
on about how he was supposed to be out the door when he hit 18,
especially since he was working now. She had grudgingly let him stay
because he was going to go back to trade school when the time came, but
it turned out that her offer did not include Zach bringing home a hookup.

"I'm really sorry to hear it," Shawn said with intense sympathy. His
own mother hadn't been exactly accepting of anything Shawn had did in
life, though the gay thing was probably ranked lower than not going to
university and becoming a doctor.

"She's crazy religious too, so she's not going to change her mind. I got
most of my stuff off the lawn after she started throwing it all out. And
my bud Ronnie's mom said I can stay in their basement for a few more
weeks until I find a place, so I'm not on the streets."

"Is that why you started driving to my place instead of having me pick
you up?" Shawn expected the nod that followed his question.

The older man sighed. He liked Zach. The kid had a lot of potential to
actually have a good future in the trade. He wasn't stupid, and knew how
to handle customers, and didn't really complain when given the grunt
work. He had already grown a lot in the six months since he started. In
the last three years, Zach was by far the best starter they had inflicted
on him, and the only one that Shawn hadn't wanted to banish to go be a
disposable grunt for the commercial plumbing jobs the company picked up.
And being a gay man who had dealt with intolerant situations of his own
made Shawn feel the pain that his apprentice was laying out intensely.

So he made Zach a deal.

***

"So you're saying that you'll have to come over to my place next week?"
The humour in Jason's voice boomed through the phone.

"It's not really that funny."

"Not for you. But that you just got a roommate right after you got a
fuck buddy, so now you can't have me over... That's hilarious for me."

"Fuck that," Shawn said shortly. "My house, my rules. I can have guys
over whenever I want, it's only Zach that's got doghouse rules. He can go
suck someone off in his car if he wants privacy."

"Is he cute?" Jason joked. "I have a car that's good to be sucked off
in."

"Yes, and that's my job."

Jason's deep laugh continued for a bit at that. "As long as you're
happy. Let me know how it all works out, and I'll chat with you later,
okay?"

"Yeah. We should be good for the weekend at least. I'll just have to
ditch the plans of putting the sling up in the living room."

"Sounds good, bro. Later."

Shawn hung up the call, and went to get a glass of water. It had been a
long day for him. Not really in terms of time, but rather, it felt like a
long day mentally. It turned out Zach didn't really have that much stuff
to bring over, so they were done moving everything well before dinner.
Luckily, there weren't any more urgent calls to deal with, so the kid had
been settling into Shawn's guest room.

Zach had finally started to relax a bit too after Shawn had made the deal
with him. Shawn had explained that he too was gay, and generally open to
his friends and family, but just didn't bring it up at work. Obviously,
the younger man understood the discretion, so he appreciated the trust
that Shawn was giving him with that information, as well as understood
the older man's motivations a bit better.

For his part, the young man agreed that he would behave, and even agreed
to some moderation inviting other young men over. Shawn understood the
male sex drive well enough to know that Zach needed some release, but it
wasn't going to be a license to operate a bathhouse out of his room just
because he wasn't living with the Spanish Inquisition any more.

They currently were sitting on the back steps, smoking a bowl as dessert
after a hearty meal. Shawn usually preferred edibles, since he didn't
really like the smell of the smoke; but since Zach had managed to somehow
keep his stash through it all, it would be a shame to waste it.

"You're kinda really cool, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Zach
said as he passed the pipe over to his new roommate.

"Thanks for keeping my rep," Shawn said dryly before he took a puff.

"Nobody would believe me if I told them you were secretly nice," the
young man stated.

One bowl led to a second, and soon enough they were starting to really
feel the effects.

"Man, I can't believe I had to live with you and work with you. It's
like having to work for your dad," Zach laughed.

"I thought I was more your creepy uncle," Shawn said, appreciating the
humour.

"Nah, you're old enough to be my dad. But it's cool cause you're like a
cool dad."

"Thanks, boy," the older man laughed.

Zach began to stand up. "I gotta go take a wicked piss," he said,
turning to head in.

"Just piss in the yard like a man," the redhead said. "I'll show you
where nobody can see." Shawn got up, and headed to the back corner of
the yard. Between the cedars on the property line, and the big fence to
the alley, nobody could look into where Shawn was standing. He preferred
to piss out in the yard, marking his territory and all that.

He hauled out his floppy cock and let loose a massive stream onto the
decorative rocks. As he did so, he heard Zach unzip his pants and join
in. Looking down, he saw that the kid was sporting an impressive softie
as he let loose a stream that wasn't quite as rank yellow as Shawn's own.

"You're definitely the cool dad," Zach chuckled as he finished up and
shook his dick. He had been watching Shawn piss, and it had chubbed him
up a bit. He just let his dick hang out of his pants rather than try and
stuff it back in, and used it to point at Shawn's. "How much did that
hurt?"

"Like cauterizing yourself every day for a month," the bearded man said
shortly. He squeezed out the last few drops, making sure to pull back his
foreskin and let the ring emerging from his piss-slit shake the last of
it out with a waggle.

"Still cool," Zach said, idly holding his cock, which had began to
swell further. He began to stroke it in the yard next to Shawn. "It
looks really hot," he said, not taking his eyes off Shawn's meat.

"Let's get inside," Shawn said, nervously looking around. He didn't
think he heard his neighbours outside, but he didn't want to chance
someone listening in on them. He gave his young apprentice a nudge to
follow him, and they quickly ended up on the couch.

Zach began to strip off his work clothes, exposing a body that caused his
journeyman to go to full mast very quickly. The apprentice had a moderate
amount of hair, mostly on his chest, with a dark treasure trail that led
down his soft belly and disappeared into a trimmed but full bush. The
kid's cut dick had hit full erection, a little longer than Shawn's own
seven inches, and a little thinner. Zach's glans was dark and only a
little thicker than his veiny shaft, but it looked great as he pumped it.

Meanwhile, Shawn had turned on the TV, and set it as a second monitor for
his computer. He put on some bear porn, his usual go to, when he needed
the release. Beefy, hairy men were exactly what the ginger man liked to
see, and it seemed like Zach approved. Even in his baked, horny state,
Shawn was lucid enough to realize that they probably shouldn't do
anything more than jerk off together.

Zach spit in his hand, and stared at the screen as Shawn pulled off his
own clothes and took a seat next to him. They watched some nicely built
guys in their thirties start blowing each other, and Shawn started to
play with his nipples while he jacked.

"Fucking hot," Zach breathed. He seemed pretty focused on the screen
every time Shawn glanced over. The young cub had his right hand busy
milking his cock while the left one was tugging on his balls. It was a
pretty sexy thing to look at, and soon Shawn found himself looking at the
beefy young man more than the screen.

"Um," Zach said after a minute, interrupting the sounds of fucking
coming from the surround sound. "Do you have any, like, daddy scenes or
anything? It really gets me going."

"Sure," Shawn said. He pulled up a different file for them to watch,
this time, a hot silver musclebear covered in tattoos playing around with
a scruffy young guy a little older than Zach.

"Fuck yeah," the apprentice said as he watched the two make out. Shawn
noticed that the young man was starting to leak precum profusely, his
head and shaft shining with his slime every time they emerged from his
hand.

Zach looked over and caught his journeyman watching him stroke. "You
like what you see?" The young man thrust his dick through his hand,
shaking it a bit for Shawn.

"You seem to like the show," the redhead said, avoiding the question.

"Yeah," Zach said with a bit of a drool as he watched between the
screen and Shawn. "I love daddies. The dirty talk gets me so hard,
especially when they pretend to be dad and son."

Shawn's cock jumped at that, and he pinched his nipple harder as he
stroked. "You ever think about your dad that way?" He tried to say in
nonchalantly, but it came out sounding absolutely filthy.

The younger guy made a noncommittal sound. "Never met him. Got told he's
down east." Not watching the screen any more, just the naked man next to
him, Zach continued. "You ever jerk off thinking about your dad?"

"Yeah," Shawn admitted. "He's a fucking stud. Fucking him, getting
fucked by him..." Shawn trailed off with a soft moan as a long string of
precum dripped from his PA down onto his balls.

"Shit," Zach said as he squeezed his nuts a bit harder. "Fucking
hot."

"I fucking think about my dad coming into my room, catching me and my
brother messing around, and then showing us how to do it right." The
ginger man had thought about those things many times over the years. It
was a scenario that he sorely wished had happened when they all were
younger.

"Shit," Zach breathed, taking his hand off his throbbing meat.

"Yeah," Shawn said, not thinking about it, only concentrating on
thrusting into his hand. "My little bro is so hot. I should've been
fucking his ass years ago."

"Fuuuuuck," the younger man moaned, tugging at his balls as he started
to milk his cock again.

"Is that what you really want? To get fucked like that?" Shawn was
looking directly into Zach's dark brown eyes as he said that.

"Yeah..." Zach said, drawing out the word, obviously caught up in the
moment. After what felt like an eternity, the younger man finished the
sentence. "...dad."

His earlier thoughts completely overcome by the lust caused by that word,
Shawn leaned in and met Zach's mouth with his own. They began to share a
long kiss, tongues lashing against each other. Zach moaned as he felt
Shawn's strong hands on his body, stroking his chest and side. He did the
same, exploring the older man's body. Letting his fingers linger on the
studs in Shawn's nipples. Running a hand through his long beard. Reaching
down and starting to slowly milk Shawn's cock.

"Careful, son. You're playing with a loaded gun," Shawn said huskily as
he began to stroke Zach's meat. He felt his hand get slick with the
younger man's precum, the kid leaking copiously.

"Yeah..." Zach trailed off again, and slipped off the couch in a motion
that Shawn found himself blinking at how fluid it was. Suddenly, he felt
Zach's mouth envelope his leaking dick, and moaned in appreciation.

"Fuck, you're a good cocksucker," he said without a bit of
exaggeration. Zach was very good at working the shaft while still keeping
his tongue moving. Shawn growled in pleasure as he felt the younger man
play with his piercing with that talented mouth. He began to hump his
pole slowly into Zach's mouth, expecting the kid to start gagging. When
none came, Shawn started to ramp it up. He kept building and building,
and it wasn't until he had grabbed Zach's head and started fucking his
face savagely that he heard his apprentice need air.

Zach took a sharp intake of oxygen when he was finally able to pull off.
He hadn't expected something that brutal. He was used to sucking cock,
but usually it was on his terms. He told the guys from school what to do.
He told the old dudes that he hooked up with how they were going to take
it. "Sorry, dad," he said, almost surprised with himself how much he
wanted to submit to Shawn.

"You'll learn, boy." He pulled Zach up onto his lap, feeling the
younger man's wet cock drag against his own. He gave the younger man a
long kiss, feeling his goatee scratch against his beard as he wrapped his
arms around Zach. As he released his apprentice, Zach put his own arms
around Shawn's neck, and started to grind their crotches together.

He pushed Zach's arms up, revealing the kid's hairy armpits. Shawn buried
his face in the left one, taking a long huff of the younger man's scent.
He recognized some of what he smelled on himself after a long day there.
There was a hint of copper, mixing well with the sharp smell of dried
sweat. As he licked at Zach's pit, he found the taste amazing as the wet
hair there slid across his tongue. There was no hint of antiperspirant at
all, just the taste of a working man after a long day. Faintly, he could
smell the remains of Zach's cologne as he worked his way up the chest and
to the neck.

"You fucking smell good, boy."

Zach felt his cock shudder at the compliment. "Thanks, dad." He hiked
himself up and let Shawn's cock spring free, before sliding back down and
letting it ride his crack. It slid easily in that crevice, from the sweat
that was dripping down Zach's back and the leakage coming from Shawn's
dick. The stainless ring in the journeyman's cock kept catching on the
apprentice's pucker when it slid across, tormenting Zach with the promise
of sating his needs.

"Fuuuuuuck," he groaned as he ground his dick hard into Shawn's abs.
The hair on the older man's belly was starting to become slick with their
mixed fluids. It felt amazing to Zach, the feeling of the hot body
against him, the feeling of a man that he secretly had been watching bend
over when they were working together.

"Such a good son," Shawn said softly. He put his arms behind his head,
putting his chin up. He met Zach's gaze, and flashed a dirty smirk at the
kid. It took a moment for Zach to figure out the invitation, but soon he
slid off Shawn and started lapping at his sweaty pits.

"Fuck," he grunted between huffs. Shawn's ripe musk was warm and
comforting, dominating his senses with each huff. The salty taste of the
older man's sweaty skin only added to his arousal. His body couldn't help
itself, rubbing at the red hair that covered the man while he nuzzled his
face against that big beard. One hand found itself exploring Shawn's
chest, while the other one was wrapped around his dripping cock, slowly
drawing the foreskin back and forth around his PA.

Shawn leaned back, enjoying the sounds coming from the scruffy punk. The
scene on the TV continued to provide background noise, but the still
playing porn was nowhere near as interesting as watching a smart mouthed
kid be so submissive.

He instructed Zach to sit still for a moment, and left him to grab
supplies. He found complete obedience in the quick turnaround, as Zach
hadn't moved aside from some slow stroking.

"Your ass is mine," he said as he sat back down, pouring lube onto his
hand and cock. He handed it over to Zach so he could work some lube into
his hole. Zach's stubby fingers worked the silicone into his orifice,
slipping up to the knuckle easily.

Shawn patted his lap and spread his legs slightly. He slouched back a bit
onto the couch, presenting his hard prong. No words were necessary.

Zach straddled him, planting his feet on each side of the lean man, and
he put one hand on Shawn's shoulder to steady him. He reached down, and
grabbed Shawn's slick hardness, and guided it to where it needed to go.

The older man noticed that Zach was trembling with excitement as the
blunt head of his cock slid against flesh. Zack tilted his wrist forward,
centering the hard spike where it needed to go, letting the unyielding
ring jutting from the tip rest against his eager hole.

"Go on, son," Shawn said, looking the younger man straight in the eyes.
"Make me proud."

Zach's lips parted in a sigh as he let his weight down, starting Shawn's
slow sheathing in his flesh. "Oh dad," he breathed.

"That's right," Shawn encouraged. "Take my cock."

A drip of sweat fell down Zach's chin, landing on Shawn's lip as he
adjusted his position. It sat there for a second, before Shawn ran his
tongue across it, flicking his eyes in conjunction with the lewd gesture.
It caught Zach's attention, taking his focus away from the gradual
descent, and let his body override the control and slide down as it
craved.

Shawn grunted in approval as he felt that fat ass slide down his pole. He
could feel how much Zach wanted it, how much he needed this. It wasn't
just sex right there, it was an affirmation of approval; that acceptance
that the younger man secretly yearned for. He grabbed that big ass, and
started pumping himself into that warm tunnel.

"Such a good ass," he grunted.

"Please dad," Zach moaned. "Fuck me." The younger man began to buck
himself in time with Shawn, trying to push himself down on the thrusts to
get the hard cock in him as deep as possible.

"What a tight boy you are."

"For you," he panted. "Wish you had been the one to break me in," he
said, breaking into a groan as Shawn viciously slammed his pierced cock
into Zach's prostate.

"Tell me."

"The football captain," Zach moaned. "In the locker room at school,"
he finished as he fucked himself on Shawn's cock.

Shawn twisted Zach's nipples as they settled into a steady rhythm. He
listened to the kid's disjointed rambling, which quickly devolved into
just begging to be fucked hard. It was really getting him ready to blow,
so he reached down and started to pump Zach's cock. The young man's flesh
felt so hot in his hand, matching the stickiness of the air. The sound of
wet ass slapping against hairy thighs dominated their ears as they
watched each other, Zach's silver chain clinking softly against itself on
his heaving chest. A filthy leer was plastered across Shawn's face as he
watched the kid get closer and closer to release.

Zach's mouth was open in slack jawed overload as he looked down at Shawn.
The older man's fit, hairy body was tense below him, his arms locked onto
Zach's waist, using him as the sex toy he was at that moment. He could
taste their musk on the air, coming in heavy waves each time Shawn
brought him down, slamming his young prostate into the unyielding cock
that was destroying his hole. He watched his cock slip in and out of
Shawn's hand, pumping in time with the frenzied pounding his ass was
receiving. It was too much for Zach, and his breath caught in his throat
as he felt his orgasm approach

The journeyman felt Zach's heavy balls start to draw up in anticipation.
He began to stroke his apprentice faster. "Do it, son. Cum for me." He
looked Zach straight in the eye, and licked his lips. "Cum for dad."

That did it for Zach. He slammed himself down with a howl, losing control
as he felt his cock begin to fire. Spurt after spurt erupted from him,
streaking Shawn's beard six times with a massive load. He felt his ass
try and expel the spike that had been savaging him, and pressed himself
further onto the older man. He could feel how hard Shawn was inside him,
and didn't want that feeling to end.

"Awwww," Shawn let out a satisfied grunt as Zach's ass began to milk
his cock. "Gonna seed you, boy," he said at the last moment before he
began to unload in the sweet ass he had claimed. Reflexively, he grabbed
Zach and pulled him down hard as shot after shot of thick cum filled the
thoroughly used hole.

After what felt like a gallon of sperm left him, Shawn slumped back into
the couch and took a deep breath. Zach fell forward onto him, his body
unsteady after Shawn had released him. They stayed like that for a while,
not speaking, as Shawn's cock slowly softened and slipped from the hole
it had claimed.

"Zach?" Shawn was the first to speak, still a little groggy from the
intensity of their stoned session.

"Holy shit," the younger man breathed as he rolled over. He twisted
himself, and laid across the couch, his head in Shawn's lap, nose right
in his ruddy bush.

"You good?"

"Yeah," Zach looked up with a contented smile. His usual arrogance was
gone, and he had an oddly soft look on his face. "Thanks, dad," he said
with a silly laugh.

"Anytime, son," Shawn responded, putting one hand on the back of Zach's
head, stroking sweat dampened hair.

"Sorry if I fucked everything up," he said quietly as he shifted his
face against Shawn. The big fake diamond in his ear flashed with the
movement. "I'm really good at fucking things up."

"Me too," Shawn admitted. "I shouldn't have yelled at you before. I
didn't know you were going through stuff."

"It's cool. You keep giving me chances nobody else would. I'm glad
someone cares."

The older man fought back a wince. Now that the attitude and cockiness
had been stripped away by the day's events, he was acutely aware of how
vulnerable Zach was right now. He had known people that had gone off a
cliff because of their life turning sideways. A young gay man ending up
on that path without support usually ended up with a hard life if they
were lucky, and a bad end too often.

"Someone has to," Shawn said softly, feeling Zach move in a little
deeper.

"I hope I didn't fuck things up for you and your boyfriend."

"It'll be fine," he replied soothingly. "I'm sure Jason will
understand."

"You're lucky."

"Nope," the red haired man said with a sigh. "I'm old and I roll with
the punches."

"Nice," Zach responded with a playful laugh. He rolled onto his back,
thinking he was going to look at Shawn, but instead getting a good view
of wet beard. "I wanna go take a shower," he stated. "I'm sticky."

"We can do that," Shawn agreed, especially about the sticky part.

As they got up, Zach followed him to the bathroom after Shawn turned off
the TV. "So tell me about Jason." The usual brashness was back in the
young man's voice. "Is he hot? Do you guys play together? Is he into
roleplay too?"

Shawn was really glad that Zach couldn't see the way he was biting his
lip. "Yeah," he said in what he hoped was a casual tone. "He's good
with stuff like this." Technically, it wasn't a lie. "We've only done a
threeway once, though." Also true. Three for three, Shawn thought.

Zach snickered. "Dude, the way you said 'stuff like this', he must at
least as big a pervert as you are."

"Hey!" Shawn objected, throwing a towel at the grinning young man.

Zach grabbed it with a quick laugh. "If I'm a good boy, does that mean
that Daddy Shawn and Uncle Jason will tag team me?"

That caused Shawn to choke on his tongue a bit, and he turned to turn on
the water, very aware that his dick jumped a bit at that.

"Dude, you turn beet red when you blush. Look, it's cool," he
continued, ignoring Shawn's fluster. "If you don't want to, I won't push
it. If you don't want to play again, that's cool too. I'll respect your
boundaries. But if he's a pervy horndog like you, then maybe he'll want
to get down with me too."

"My life is bad," Shawn muttered.

"I thought you roll with the punches. I'm just saying that I'm open to
things if he's hot like you." Zach paused, and tilted his head as he
began to lather up his hair. "No animals," he said shortly.

"Where the fuck did that come from?!" He hadn't meant to shout, but
that comment really slapped him upside the face.

"Dude, you were way into that dad and son stuff, so I guess I just have
to find out if that's your only thing."

"My life is bad," Shawn repeated as he took the body wash from Zach and
refused to take any more of the kid's baited statements.