Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2022 22:44:38 +0000 From: Shawn D.F. Subject: Hard Working Brothers, Ch. 8 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 shawndilf@proton.me , 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 8 "Thanks for helping me out," Chuck said to his brother as Rob handed him the chain. "I don't see why you would ever take it down," Rob rumbled. "It's not like you have a wife anymore to bitch about it." "Honestly, I just don't get that much use out of it to justify keeping it up." "Yet you kept the eye bolts in the ceiling." "It was a junk collector, okay?" Chuck was starting to get exasperated with his brother. "I kept using it as a table cause I wasn't home enough, and I got sick of walking around it." "You should've called me earlier, then," Rob stated. "Could've helped you get more use out of it." "Well, that's done now. Maybe we can get the boys in here and give them a good pounding in it." The bald man snorted. "We left them alone for almost half an hour at this point. If they aren't too drunk to get it up, they're already too busy to care." "There," Chuck said as he latched the last leg of the sling. He had made sure that it had been heavy duty enough to handle any sort of tail he brought home. "Nice," Rob said, as he grabbed his brother's ass. "You should just lay down and let your older brother take care of you." The words were said in a tone that promised depravity. Chuck got down off the chair and moved it back out of the way. He noticed that Rob was raring to go, the bald man slowly tugging on his bull balls, his cock hard as a rock. Chuck's own dick quickly rose to match it as he moved in and gave his brother a long open mouthed kiss. He let his burly brother manhandle him a bit as they grabbed at each other, allowing Rob to turn him around and back him into the sling. "You were, what, fifteen, the first time we got off together?" Rob had started to rub Chuck's hole with a fat finger as his brother raised his legs for better access. "Yup," Chuck said as he was stroking himself, watching his big bald brother spit on a finger before actually penetrating him. He moaned deeply as Rob began to work his hole. "Fuck, you want it." Rob was surprised at how eagerly Chuck was bucking against him, trying to get his finger deep. "I'm not letting you take all the fun," Chuck grinned as he felt his brother probe him. "It's been a while since I've taken that much 'fun' in a row," Rob said with a chuckle as he stopped fingering his brother and grabbed for the lube. Chuck's ass didn't take much to get ready, and he lubed himself up well while Chuck shook his bottle of poppers. After Chuck took some deep hits, he handed it to Rob, who took a couple before lining his cockhead up to his brother's pucker. Sighing, Rob pushed into that forest of grey hair and let out a satisfied moan as his head popped into Chuck's ass. "Ahhh, that's a good feeling." Chuck always enjoyed a nice cock up his backside, but there was something about his brother's meat that just felt right. Rob's fat prick was spreading his hole good, really getting him ready for what was coming as he felt the girthy cock slowly start moving inside of him. "Good and tight." Rob grabbed the sling chains and looked down. He leaned back a bit, giving himself a great view of his thick, veiny shaft invading his brother's hairy hole. As much as he loved getting railed by his son and nephews earlier, Rob was craving to dump his own load in a big hairy ass. He loved his wife, but she had long since tired of getting plowed by a big beast of a man. That left Rob with plenty of energy to devote to something else that he loved: fucking other strong men. Chuck's ass felt like a furnace to Rob, the slick hotness of his brother pressing against his cock with every movement. As Rob began to really get into fucking his brother, he started to jerk the sling towards him to meet his thrusts. Each time, Chuck grunted as Rob bottomed out in him, Rob's big balls slapping against hairy asscheeks. "Fuck, you're thick," Chuck groaned as he felt every part of his older brother's cock moving inside of him. The big head, combined with the wicked curve of Rob's meat, was dragging against him in ways that were causing him to leak precum profusely. Every time Rob smashed against his prostate, Chuck's cock went into overdrive, sending a fresh flow of his juices down his shaft to continue making their way down his nuts. "No bigger than your boy," Rob grunted. His cock twitched a bit at remembering what Jason had done to his ass earlier. Cory was bad enough on his own, but adding Shawn and especially Jason to the mix had done a number on his hole. It had been a fantastic feeling for the big man, to have been gaped over and over by his son and nephews, but right now he only wanted to pay it forward. And with Chuck not having taking a cock that night, that made a very obvious target for him. Between the intoxicants earlier and his rising lust, Rob was taking out his body's need to breed hard. Chuck's ass was receiving no mercy, with Rob pulling almost completely out before driving home again. His brother's fur was so sweaty at this point that some of his grey hair clung to Rob's shaft as he pulled out. Chuck's entire body seemed covered in a sheen of sweat as they continued to grunt and curse at each other, egging the other to fuck harder. Chuck's eyes were rolled right back in his head from the feelings of the forceful fucking. There was nothing gentle in what Rob was doing to him, just the rough love of two grown men knowing how much strength could be in a mature body. The entire scene was almost too much for Chuck to look at. If he closed his eyes, it took him back more than forty years ago, back when Rob had first fucked him. It almost felt like he was fifteen again, finding out about how much pleasure the male body could provide with proper company. As he looked at his older brother, Chuck was struck by how hot Rob looked in all his blue-collar glory. Big hairy man, with a big hairy gut, just pounding away at him. Rivers of sweat were pouring down Rob's face and into his beard as he continued to slam over and over into Chuck. "Aw, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Rob said right before he slammed himself balls deep into his brother. He pulled the sling into him and hunched over Chuck. Rob's ass flexed with every shot he was depositing into Chuck's hairy hole, his fat cock pulsing over and over inside that wet darkness. Chuck loved feeling a man unload inside him. Even when they were younger, he had craved having Rob breed him. He had secretly hoped that it would help his own beard grow as thick and full as Rob's had, as Rob had been blessed that way from pretty much the time he could buy smokes and beer. He could feel the hot wave filling him as Rob's cock twitched deep inside him, rubbing against his prostate as he was bred deep. He pulled Rob down to him between his spread legs, bringing him in for a long kiss while the big bald man was still hard inside him. They made out for a while that way, Chuck humping his own neglected hard-on against Rob's hairy belly, while Rob continued to press himself against Chuck. Finally, Rob pulled away, spreading his brother's legs and letting his softening cock fall from Chuck's violated asshole. "Whew," Rob said with a grunt. "My turn now," he said as he helped steady the sling so that Chuck could get out. They quickly reversed positions, and soon Rob had his big feet in position and was ready for his ass to take its fourth cock of the evening. "Shit, you're still sloppy," Chuck whistled as he probed at Rob's pucker with his index finger. His brother's hole was still a bit puffy from the train that the boys had ran on it earlier. Even without the lube he had put on his finger, Chuck found that he could slide his digit into Rob like he was putting on a glove. "Shut up and gape me more," Rob laughed. "I want to have to wear a plug on the way home." Chuck just slicked back his foreskin, aimed his cockhead at his brother's hole, and began to fuck Rob with all seven and a half inches of rock solid meat. Rob's ass felt good after so many years. It brought back so many memories for Chuck, of all the loads that they had shared together. Of that first time he had put his cock to another man's hole. Rob's hole was still hairy after all those years, but the big ass was a lot greyer these days. It only made it hotter for Chuck, looking at his brother's big body, his broad frame insulated with a good layer of hair. Rob had matured just as well as him over the years, and the sight was driving Chuck wild. He wasn't just fucking his older brother, he was fucking another father, another man to share the same pleasures that only other men could provide. With how horned up Chuck had gotten from being fucked, there was no question about it being a long session. Rob's big ass was there to take his load, plain and simple. He was going to use his brother fast and hard, the same way that his own hole had been used. "Fuck, that's where Cory gets it from," Chuck grunted as he mercilessly drove himself deep in Rob. Like his son, Rob liked it hard and rough, and right now the biggest difference between the asses he'd fucked that day was mainly in colouring. Father and son both had big, needy holes that needed to be filled. Rob was too busy moaning with every pound to respond to his brother's dirty talk. "Yeah, take it. Take the cock that bred your boy," Chuck leered. "Father and son, getting my load today." He began to fully withdraw his cock from Rob's ass before brutally slamming back in. "Gonna fuck the shit out of you, big brother. Fucking big man, taking loads from his son, his brother, and his brother's boys. Fucking big cumdump, getting bred like like pig he is." Rob could only hang onto the sling as Chuck took him hard. His cock was still semi-hard, not quite ready to fuck again, but too stimulated to remain flaccid. Even after creaming his brother, Rob's body was craving cock. He could only think about all the cocks that had been inside him that day. Every one there had taken a round at Rob's hairy ass, giving their seed to the eldest of them that had accidentally set it all in motion years ago when he reached over and started stroking his little brother. The bald man stared at his younger brother, hard muscle under a bit of age and good living, with a determined look in his eye. Chuck's handsome face was hard and determined, showing how desperately he needed to get off. "Do it," Rob moaned. "Cum." That set Chuck off, and with a mighty growl, he buried his bone in his brother and began to seed his hole. He knew that his balls were filled to the brim with fresh sperm from Rob's pounding of him, but even he was unprepared for what massive shots were firing from his prick. Each load made his turgid cock feel like a fire hose as he filled his brother with his cream. He stayed deep in Rob's guts, letting his prong twitch with the last spurts of his orgasm, before falling onto his brother's sweaty body. With his chest still heaving with heavy breaths, the world seemed to slow down. He pulled off, and sat down on the bed, too tired to think about standing. "That hit the spot," the big man rumbled as he got out of the sling. Rob walked over to the bed, a little bit bowlegged from the hard pounding he had just received, and sat next to his brother. "Wash up and get under the covers?" Chuck nodded. They definitely needed to take care of the quickly drying lube on their bodies. "I'm glad our boys had a chance to have fun together this weekend," Rob rumbled as they got into Chuck's bathroom. "I get worried about Cory, that he doesn't get out and have enough fun." "Maybe he needs to find the right person," Chuck shrugged as he turned on the water. He didn't think that he would've ever seen Shawn even think about anything but his own existence, but since the last time they had gotten together, Chuck had seen a big change in his son's attitudes. Both of his sons, to be frank. Jason had picked a right bitch to knock up right out the gate, and Chuck had always worried that the knife-tongued harpy's wounds on his boy would never really heal. "Maybe," Rob agreed as he waited for Chuck to finish up his quick shower. The shower was definitely sized for only one adult male. "But I don't think he'll find him unless he stops working out of town all the time. You and I both know it takes a special sort to love one of us." Chuck sighed as he got out and took the towel from Rob. "I know," he said, finishing it silently, 'all too well.' He had spent more time in the plants up north than living, it seemed. It was a good way to fill the time and not think about the loneliness. "Well, maybe if Shawn loses interest, I'll tell Cory to take a run at Jason." They both laughed at that idea for the absurdity of it all. After seeing his boys together, Chuck realized how well they complemented each other. None of the men were truly easy to deal with, but those two were more than able to handle each other. Rob shut off the water and quickly toweled off. They went back to Chuck's room, and crawled into bed together. Rob watched with amusement as his younger brother cursed that he hadn't plugged in his electric blanket before they showered. "Here, I'll warm you up," Rob said as they snuggled deep under the blanket. It felt really nice to him to have someone to hold, even if it was really a little too warm for his tastes. "Mmmm," Chuck said softly as he adjusted the pillow and nuzzled his brother's shoulder. Now that they were under the covers, he realized exactly how drained he really was. Not just of semen, but in a full existential way, body and mind. Living out some fantasies really took it out of an old pipehand, and sleep was far too exciting a prospect to resist. "Maybe the boys will make us breakfast," Rob said with a yawn. "Maybe," Chuck said doubtfully. Jason, maybe. That boy always went out of his way to try and win approval. Cory, possibly. He wasn't entirely sure his nephew would be that nice, but it could happen. Shawn, absolutely not. Shawn's main motivation came when he wanted something; since he was already getting all the ass he wanted, that left little reason for bribes. That was a problem for another day, in any case. Both of the older men found themselves drifting off to sleep soon enough, unbothered by the sounds of three men in the hallway outside trying to be quiet. *** "Uggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" The sound echoed off the bedroom walls as Zach resisted the urge to pitch his phone at the wall. Another flaky hookup. Taking a deep breath, the young man sighed. What was wrong with men these days? He was in the prime of his life, ready to fuck some ass, and everyone and their brother was too busy for him. Again. He was just happy he didn't do anything to get ready besides putting on some pyjama pants. "Okay, fine," he said to himself as he got up. "Dudes suck, and maybe it's my fault for being picky." Zach looked at apps much the same way that a toddler looked at the menu. He was only interested in a specific type of male: about ten years older than him at the youngest, and in decent to dadbod shape. He didn't really think he was picky, but the femboys and twinks and creeps without face pics definitely would've said different. Yesterday had been good. He had gone out after work and plowed some daddy in a hotel downtown. Probably married somewhere and on a business trip. He wasn't even sure if he had gotten the guy's real name, but he didn't care. Buddy had had a nice furry salt and pepper bush, a passable ass that took a load real good, and had even licked his own mess off the floor after Zach let him finish himself off. But that was yesterday. This was today. Today, his landlord was too busy messing around with his boyfriend on their cute little weekend trip. And tonight, the brawny young man had an entire house to his own, could be as loud as he wanted, but nobody seemed to have time for Zach to rail them. "Making spicy ramen," he sang to himself softly as he started to make up a snack. Unlike Shawn, who as far as Zach could tell, subsisted almost completely on a miserly diet of coffee, granola, fruit, and chicken nuggets, Zach liked keeping things for hungry nights. "Kettle's on, wish I had some ba-a-a-a-a-con..." He really needed to see if either his boss or his boss' lover were any good with really spicy food. Shawn kept some sriracha and other sauces in the fridge for his low effort chicken dinners, so he was probably out for entertainment value. Jason, he considered, seemed like he ate very healthily and properly. So probably, lots of protein, little bit of spice. 'Yeah, that could work,' Zach mused as he waited for the water to boil. 'I gotta get them to try the death ramen.' One of Zach's favourite flavors was purported to be the world's spiciest instant noodles. And those two deserved to suffer on the toilet for getting busy this weekend while he was left alone. He just needed to make sure that they didn't see the picture of a flaming chicken holding a bomb on the wrapper. "Actually..." Zach pulled out his phone as he trailed off. Thinking about the hot guys that were old enough to be his dad gave him an idea. The kettle snapped off, letting him know his water was ready. "Tracking dudes on social media," he sang happily as he put down the phone to pour water over his noodles. Once that was done, he went back to his digital endeavour, and pulled up Shawn's profile off of Trashbook. Unfortunately, there was no way to view non-mutual friends, since his mentor had locked everything down pretty hard. Zach wasn't surprised. As far as he could tell, Shawn kept it solely to message old people he knew from work. If he hadn't asked Shawn to add him, he would've never found the crankiest fake hobo's account, since it didn't have any real resemblance to his actual name. Zach drained most of the water out, and began to mix the packets into the noodles. Soon, they were turning a radioactive vermilion, and he started to chow down. The trick was to eat them fast, then savour the burn later. With his lips tingling and his belly filled, Zach distracted himself from the comforting burn by typing 'Jason' into the search bar. He didn't know Jason's last name, but if he knew nothing else from trying to find out his hookups' real names, it was that a friend in common narrowed it down easily. "Hmph," he said smugly as he looked at the list of suggestions. Number four looked right. One friend in common, that being Shawn's known alias. Perfect. Nice open profile too, nothing restricted. "Let's see if you have any good pics, Jason Carron." As he looked through the photos, two things struck Zach. One, that Jason had a lot of pictures of himself with what had to be his son. 'Nice,' Zach thought. 'He's an actual daddy.' The second was that he knew that last name. It took him a moment to put it together, but he straightened up like someone had tased him right to the asshole as soon as it struck. Shawn signed his work tickets 'S. Carron.' "Holy shit!" Zach breathed the words, his capascin-seared mouth completely out of mind. He went to the back door, where he knew that Shawn had left some of his old lanyards and work IDs. Picking off the top one off of the keyhanger, he took it back to the light of the kitchen, and held it next to his phone. He went through Jason's photo gallery quickly until he found one that was head on, and looked at them together. "Ho-" Zach just trailed off. If you covered up the hair and mouth, the eyes were the same. Shawn's bushy beard helped the eye not look at his actual jawline and cheeks, and Jason's buzzcut was different enough to do the same. The difference between rusty red and dark chestnut did the rest, but once the teen had known what to look for... They were definitely related. Close in age, way too close to be anything but- "Fuuuuuuck," he said disbelievingly. There was no way that they could be anything else. Zach stared at the two pictures for a moment, suddenly aware that he had gone to full mast inside his sleeper pants. "Mmmmmm," Zach didn't know what else to do besides whip it out and start stroking. He pulled his cut cock through the fly of the pants, and began to slowly milk himself as his mind swam with thoughts about what he'd found out. It was so hot for him to think about. Two actual brothers, so deeply into each other. No wonder they had looked so natural when they were fucking. His cock was leaking profusely, giving him a good start on lubrication as he stood there stroking. Thinking about how hot and tight Shawn's ass had been when he had been fucking him. Fucking him while he was balls deep in his brother. It caused Zach to shudder with the thought of it all. That they were loading up each other. That he had taken Shawn's sloppy seconds, driven his hard cock seven inches deep into Jason right after his own brother had bred him. Zach swore as he began to shoot, pumping his load all over his hand. He tried not to create a mess, but a few spurts had hit the tiled floor. As he licked up what had spilled over his fingers, he looked around. He took the dishtowel from the sink and wiped up his sperm from the floor, and then sat down at the table. His phone had turned off, but Shawn's old ID card was still next to it. Zach considered what he was going to do with this info. He knew that he wasn't going to try anything as stupid as trying to use it for blackmail. Zach didn't think that their relationship was anybody's business but their own, though he did think it was hot that he was now privy to possibly the deepest secret that his boss had. The young man sighed, and he picked the lanyard up. "I better put you back," he said to the ID. The ID didn't say anything, but Zach got the feeling that it would be better not to leave any evidence of his snooping around. He wasn't going to bring it up to the horndogs, since it really didn't change anything. If he played with them again, he could play along with them. It actually made him feel a little warm inside that they had included him in their fun, now that he knew that it was only roleplay for him. Sure, they hadn't been completely honest, but it had still been hot, and some of the things that Shawn had said were only hotter now. Like how he liked the idea of playing with his dad. "Fuck," Zach swore, aware that he was still horny, even though he had just cum. The idea of Shawn with his dad. Jason with their dad. He didn't even know what the old man looked like, but if he was anything like his sons... "I better go do something else. Can't think about this all night," he muttered as he put back Shawn's ID. He could go do some online gaming, go invade some dumbasses to go take his mind off of things. He was imagining too many possibilities, and the young man recognized how dangerous that would be.