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“I hope that repair guy gets here in the next few days,” Aaron says, pulling off his one of his socks.
“I don’t,” his brother Rusty says with a grimace. “Mom is home way too much.”
“Or we are,” Aaron says, pulling off his last sock to toss into the laundry basket. “Oh shit, mom forgot this basket,” he says, bumping into the wall when he loses his balance.
“Hey, careful. We don’t need you falling and breaking that,” his brother Rusty says, pointing toward his erection.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Aaron agrees.
They face each other and simultaneously kiss one another’s necks. They are nearly completely naked save for the underwear they are still both wearing. Getting the house like this alone is a rarity. Their mother has never worked as she has never had to. Up until a few months ago their father was working for a prestigious company as a bioengineer. Since his lay off he has been working hard on something that will get him either back into the company or into another one. So it has been aggravating for the boys who don’t really get the privacy they want.
Rusty drags his brother to the floor of the laundry room in front of the broken washer. He puts his leg up and over his brother’s. They scoot closer until their bulges are presses against each other’s. “You know,” he says. “That idea of breaking the washing machine was a great idea after all.” His hand goes to Aaron’s chest and runs down his body. Rusty’s finger enters his underwear and pulls them outward. He chooses to not touch him until his whole hand was over it. Then he can feel the heat of his brother’s manhood hit his hand.
“It was probably not a good idea,” Aaron replies, his breath becoming heavy.
“I’d say it was,” his brother counters, dropping his hand to hold his prick. It is thick and long. He wraps his had around it and tugs slightly.
Aaron gasps. “But we’re practically broke. Mom was talking about it. The repair guy is going to cost a fortune.” As he explains his guilt, his hands grab at his brother’s ass. At first it is over his underwear, but them he goes under and pulls the boy into him again.
This time it is Rusty groaning. “What done is done,” he says, grunting. “Fuck it and...” He moves out of his brother’s reach and puts the boy on his back. His legs go between Aaron’s. Then he grabs the waistband and smiles. “ ... fuck me instead.” He pulls the underwear all the way off. His brother has what he would consider perfect. Rusty has dated a few boys in his school and none compare. Aaron keeps himself groomed for his brother. The ladies at school love it, but he doesn’t do it for them. “Fuck, you’re perfect, he says before getting his face close to it.
“You say that every time,” Aaron remarks.
“And I always mean it,” the other says before diving in. He takes a couple inches initially, which make Aaron moans and drop his head back. Rutty sucks a bit and then lower even more. He makes it a point to shut off his gag reflex for situations like this. Slowly, he goes deeper and deeper, letting the piece of fleshy meat go further into his mouth. When his nose meets skin, he pauses for a moment.
“Fuck Rusty...” Aaron groans.
It is satisfying to know that his brother is enjoying it. Rusty brings his lips to a tighter grip as he slowly comes back up. This in turn causes a long moan of ecstasy to emerge from his brother. He goes all the way up to the ridge of his head before diving right back down. Rusty makes sure to salivate on his shaft. Then he repeats the motion again, only faster this time. It doesn’t take long to pick up a rhythm. Rusty starts to twist his head while he bobs up and down. With his hands free, he rubs his brother’s belly and holds his sack. He plays with them gently, churning up the cum inside all the while a series of unbroken moans comes from above.
After a few minutes of blowing him, Rusty lets it pop out. It slaps Aaron’s belly with a wet, slapping sound. Rusty is right back on it though, licking from the base of the glorious prick to the tip. Then it is onto his brother’s balls. Rusty goes down lower to gently flick one with his mouth muscle—then the other. He takes one on his mouth, sucks lightly and then lets it fall. He replaces it with the other, repeating the action. This action is driving Aaron nuts, and he expresses it with a groan of pleasure. Smiling to himself, Rusty goes for broke, taking both into his mouth. They are borderline too big to fit, but they do fit. He lets his saliva soak them and pulls just enough to give his brother a bit more pleasure. Of course Aaron moans at this. Rusty holds them there until he decides it has been long enough and time to return to the long stick hovering above his face. He goes back to Aaron’s still soaked prick and takes it back into his mouth.
This time, Aaron grabs his brother’s hair and guides his bobbing. Rusty’s hands go to the places they originally were at and he sucks faster than ever. It is going in and out of his mouth as fast as he can move his head, but Aaron wants more. Rusty is held in place as the boy begins to lift himself up and down, fucking his brother’s face. He groans harder and louder. Rusty just lets his rod run across his lips and tongue even tighter than before. Rusty shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard. “I’m going ... I’m going...” he tries to say in warning, but he never finishes the sentence.
Rusty doesn’t care. This is a place he likes to be at, and he is always prepared to take a mouthful. A few seconds later, Aaron is erupting with rope after rope of cum into his brother’s mouth. It fills Rusty’s mouth too! He makes sure to swallow as much as he can, not wanting to risk losing a single drop. Even then, some still leaks down the rigid stick. Rusty takes it upon himself to squeeze out the last bit of it. When he does, Aaron lets out a scream. Rusty licks the rest of his cum off of him, making sure he is clean, because that is what little brothers are good for. Then he just sits back on his haunches and smiles at his brother. “So, have I turned you to the dark side?”
Aaron grins, breathing heavily, “I still like girls too.” Rusty, with his smile still on his face, stands up. “Hey? Where are you going? We’re not done here yet,” Aaron’s face is full of sincerity. He grabs the waistband on his brother’s underwear and pulls him back down. The briefs tear down his legs, exposing him fully. “I said I wasn’t gay. I didn’t say anything about not liking dick. And you’ve got a nice dick too, you know.”
Rusty blushes and takes off his underwear fully. And before he can get his balance, Aaron grabs him by the ass and pulls him down. The boy falls with his knees landing to either side of his brother’s chest. With his head raised, Aaron begins to return the favor.
It feels good too. Aaron makes sure that every inch of his brother is accounted for. He isn’t as long as his brother Rusty is a bit thicker than him. Aaron sucks on him, trying to go deeper. He has only begun sucking suck a few weeks back so Aaron hasn’t learned how to turn off his gag reflex. As a result he is only able to take his brother halfway in. Given this, he makes sure to lick the rest of it while sucking harder and harder at the same time.
Rusty leans forward and Aaron lets it pop out. He is trying to mimic his brother because he goes to sucking on Rusty’s balls too. The boy isn’t complaining though! Aaron jerks him off while he gives them his mouth’s attention. Though it has only been a few weeks, he is picking things up rather fast. When he goes back to the stiff prick dangling before him, Rusty is surprisingly on the verge of ejaculating. He leans forward, his hands now holding him up. “I’m going to cum...” he manages to tell his brother through a breathy voice.
Aaron squeezes his brother and lets it come out of his mouth. Then he lays his head down between Rusty’s hands and looks up at him. He starts to jack the younger boy fast and hard. There is enough saliva on him to act as a lube. Rusty gasps at good it feels. This is easier—Aaron has been jacking himself off for years. “Cum on me, Russell,” he demands. “Do it right on my face.” This statement makes it obvious he likes to dirty talk once he gets comfortable. It gets Rusty hotter. It does it every time too. He closes his eyes tight and bites his lip. “Come on. All over me,” he groans.
The words put Rusty over the edge. He feels the cum rush up his length and out onto his brother. The first rope gets into his hair. Rusty lets out a howl of pleasure. The rest hit his face. Aaron closes his eyes and lets it all happen. When it clams down, Aaron squeezes out the rest that his brother has left in him and onto his chest. Rusty is breathing hard, so hard that he can no longer hold himself up. He lets himself fall onto his brother. Their chests are now touching. But he doesn’t stay her for long. He rolls off and lands right next to Aaron, a string of sticky cum stretching between them.
The peace and afterglow is short lived. The door to the house suddenly bangs open. Both boys begin to climb to their feet when their father bursts into the laundry room. At first the man doesn’t notice them as he seems overly occupied. It isn’t long though before he looks up and his eyes go wide. “What the... ?”
“Dad, it isn’t what you think!” Aaron is blurting out.
“Actually, it is,” Rusty corrects.
Raymond holds out his hand to stop them both. “I don’t care. I really don’t care.” He turns away and starts shuffling through the clothes in the laundry basket of dirty clothes. “Where is it, damn it. Where is it?”
“What are you looking for?” Rusty asks, beign the calmer of the two brothers.
“My pants from the other day,” their father nearly shouts.
“Mom probably took them to the laundromat,” Rusty informs him.
Raymond turns around, looking his son right in the eyes. “Why are these still here?”
“She must have forgotten them,” the boy says with a shrug.
“How long has she been gone?” the man demands.
Rusty shrugs and takes a quick look at his brother. When he turns back to his father, he says, “I don’t know, maybe a couple hours ago.”
Raymond’s feature sink a little as a small amount of relief seems to come over his face. “There’s still time...”
Clarita pushes the pile of folded clothes to the side. All she is waiting on are the ones in the dyer. The laundromat is pretty empty save an older man and his son. She is feeling good about herself. That older gentleman was just hitting on her. If not for being married, she would have been all over him. She sighs. That’s it! I have got to take care of this. The wetness the quickly built up between her legs is now to the point of aggravating.
It’s already bad enough that she has been creaming herself for weeks now hoping that Raymond would just fuck her. He has been too busy with his experiments. Instead of just going to a different company, he insists on getting his job back at the old. The stress is getting to her, and all she has needed is a nice cock stuck in her. She glances at the man. He catches her eyes and smiles. Turning her head away, she blushes. He’s not a bad looking guy. Instantly, she admonishes herself for even letting her thoughts wonder in that direction. Clarita is as loyal as a wife can get.
“Damn that Raymond,” she mutters to herself. Her pussy tingles and she rubs it against the leg of the folding table. And damn the washing machine breaking. She feels a little dirty doing this, especially in front of a kid. But she needs to indulge herself. Her face flushes again as she grinds her clit into the metal leg. It feels good, but it isn’t doing the trick. She is going to need something more. Again she looks toward the man. He is still watching her, and he gives her a knowing smile. “Damn it...”
Turning her head quickly, she surveys the laundromat. The only escape she has other than the street is the restroom. It will have to do! Pushing away from the table, Clarita nearly runs for the door. Once inside, she leans against the door and takes a couple deep, calming breaths. “Yeah, that wasn’t obvious,” she mumbles silently. Without looking, her hand fumbles for the door handle and turns the locking mechanism. Safe and sound in the restroom, she takes a step forward and her foot catches something metal, sending it loudly across the floor and into the wall. “What the fuck... ?” she almost screeches before realizing that it is a bucket. She immediately begins to wonder why it’s there when she feels a drop of water splatter on her shirt.
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