My Brother and His Husband 5

Chapter 5: Backseat Blowjob

RORY:

"Rory? Rory!" the barista yelled.

I reached for the paper cup, when I felt someone's fingers on mine. A girl
was holding it as well.

"This one's mine," she and I both said at the same time.

"Almond-milk caramel latte?" the barista read off the cup.

"Oh. Sorry. It's yours after all," I smiled and forfeited the cup to the
girl.

"Rory, four-shot americano?" the barista passed the next cup.

"And that must be yours," the girl next to me smiled as I took the coffee.
"Wow, four shots. You're serious about your caffeine."

"I am." The person behind me bumped into me as the line moved forward,
pushing me closer to the girl.

"I'm Rory," she said. "Short for Aurora."

"I'm Rory. Just... Rory."

"Well, Just Rory, nice to meet you," she said and looked at me before
heading to her table. I noticed a twinkle in her eyes. They were the color
of caramel latte.

I stood in place until someone else bumped into me. I realized I needed to
get out of people's way, and looked around for a free table.

Sure enough, during lunch hour in this office-laden district, the place was
packed. Strangers were sharing tables, and it was the perfect opportunity
for me to sit next to Rory.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, pulling out the empty chair at her table.

"Course not," she said politely.

"I won't disturb you if you're busy." She was reading a book. *The History
of Stonewall*, I read on the cover.

"Not at all," she said, carefully putting a bookmark in the book and
putting it away. "So, Just Rory, you live or work around here?"

"Work. I just started last week."

"Mazel. So how's it going so far?"

"Pretty good, actually. People are nice enough. For once I actually feel
like I know what I'm doing."

"Can't relate," she chuckled. "Does that mean you just moved here as well?"

"Yup. Still staying with my brother until I get my own place."

"Yikes, living with family. That can be rough."

"Yes, it can. But not my brother and me. We're cool."

"That's nice to hear."

"So what do you do?" I asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"I'm a writer."

"Ooh, that's cool. Anything I might've read?"

"Not unless you like reading gay porn."

At first I thought she was joking, but when I realized she wasn't I smiled
wide.

"Ha! Can't say I have, then. But I'll check with my brother and his
husband, maybe they know of you."

We both took a simultaneous sip, looking at each other and flirting with
our eyes. At least I could swear that's what we were doing.

"So, if you don't mind me being candid," I asked, "are you into guys or
girls or...?"

"I'm into whoever can show me a good time," she said, playing with her hair.

We spent the rest of my lunch break getting to know each other. Aurora had
moved to the city six months ago, so we had a lot to talk about when it
came to shared experiences, especially how hard it was to meet people
sometimes.

"I know what you mean," I said. "I met a buddy at the gym that I've been
hanging out with. Other than that I mostly hang out with my brother.
Everyone at my office is like twenty years older."

"Some people I know are throwing a party for the Fourth of July next week.
Wanna come?"

"I'd *love* to," I answered truthfully. "But my brother and his husband are
going away for a long weekend with a couple of friends of theirs, and I
said I'd join them. But maybe it's not too late to cancel..."

"Nonsense. Go, have fun. We'll get together when you come back."

"Promise?" I asked her eagerly, and stuck out my right pinkie finger.

"I promise," she smiled, and we shook fingers.


OWEN:

"Brock and Sawyer are on their way," my husband checked his phone and
tossed it aside.

"Mmm. Good thing we packed last night." I yawned loudly and stretched my
arms over my head.

It was Thursday morning, the Fourth of July. We all had the next four days
off. Our friend Sawyer's parents owned a cabin a couple of hours outside
the city, where they usually spent holidays like this. This year though,
they were off visiting family, so Sawyer invited his boyfriend Brock and us
to come spend a long weekend at the cabin.

"I'm glad they had no problem with Rory tagging along," Taylor said. We lay
in bed naked on opposite ends, and he was massaging my size-12 feet.

"Of course they didn't," I said. "The more the merrier. It reminds me of
the trips I'd take with my dad and his buddies, growing up. Those were
always fun." My dick stirred, and I gave it a tug.

"How're your parents?"

"They're okay. Going to my sister's today. They asked if they can come
visit here some time."

"They should. Your dad's become quite the dilf. Has he been hitting the
gym?"

"He has," I said teasingly. "You hungry for some daddy dick?"

I started stroking my cock with my right hand, quickly getting hard. I
reached down with my left hand and pulled Taylor's face up by his chin,
until it was buried in my crotch.

"Mmm, yeah," I moaned, as he licked and sniffed my nuts. I spread my knees
open wide. My husband licked my perineum down to my asshole, then went back
up and struggled to fit my whole ballsack in his mouth. I jerked myself off
while he sucked on my balls, until he finally got up to my dick and started
licking the sensitive tip when... his phone pinged.

"Brock and Sawyer are downstairs," he said, glimpsing at his phone and
stroking my dick. "Want me to finish you off real quick?"

"No, leave it for later. Let's get Rory and go down."

I got up, put on a pair of basketball shorts, and grabbed my duffle bag.

"Here," I went up to my husband, "before we leave."

I took out the small key for the cage on his cock, and unlocked it. I took
it off and put it away.

"You're free this weekend," I said.

We started kissing, my hands squeezing his naked ass cheeks and his
slipping into my shorts and teasing my dick for a few minutes, before we
went out to get Rory and headed downstairs to Brock's car.

I hadn't put on anything else but my shorts, so I headed to the car
shirtless and barefoot. It was gonna be a long ride and I wanted to be
comfortable. With nothing but basketball shorts and a full erection, it was
*extremely* obvious I was hard but I didn't care. Going down the stairs, I
flopped left to right, giving an eyeful to the neighbors we bumped into on
their way up.

"C'mon, get in," Brock said impatiently from behind the wheel, parked on
the curb. Sawyer was sitting next to him, leaving the backseat to the three
of us. Luckily it was a large car.

I got in and sat in the middle, with Taylor on my right and his brother on
my left.

"What took you guys so long?" Brock asked, looking back.

"We were busy, okay?" I smiled mischievously. He noticed my hardon and
smiled as well.

"I bet you were," he said, and put the car in drive.

Brock and Sawyer were our buddies that we often played with. We'd met them
at Taylor's bar before he even started working there. As such, we were
anything but shy in front of them.

The weather was scorching hot, even with the A/C on. It was a good idea not
to wear much. A less good idea was sitting in the middle, though, as the
tallest person there. I tried to get comfortable, manspreading my long legs
and pushing Rory and Taylor into opposite ends of the car, backed up
against the doors. They looked less comfortable, but neither of them said
anything.

"So Rory, it's nice to finally meet you," Sawyer said from the passenger
seat. He turned around to smile at Rory, then smiled and winked at me.
Brock and Sawyer were both super cute. In their late 20s, their transition
from cute twinks to handsome men was going wonderfully.

"Nice to meet you too," my young brother-in-law said from my left as my
knee bumped into his. "And thanks for inviting me."

As everyone in the car chatted, I started to absentmindedly play with my
balls. It's something I tended to do a lot, especially when wearing
basketball shorts or sweatpants. That, combined with the rocking of the
car, made sure my dick remained fully hard the entire time. Pretty soon,
there was a visible precum stain on my shorts, one that my husband noticed
and took my dick to give it a squeeze over the light material.

"No need to thank us," Sawyer said, looking at the road straight ahead.
"We're happy to have you. Did you have any other plans?"

"Well I got invited to this party, by this girl," Rory said, while his
brother started to stroke my cock.

"Ooh, there's a girl," Sawyer oohed.

"You didn't tell me about it. What's her name?" Taylor asked, still
stroking me, looking at Rory.

"Actually, her name's Rory as well. Crazy, right?"

"I've always wanted to fuck another Sawyer," Sawyer said. "Get to scream my
own name during sex. 'Ooh, Sawyer! Oh fuck yes, fuck me Sawyer!!" he made
irritatingly exaggerated porn noises.

"I'm sure you scream out your own name during sex anyway," I joked, as my
husband pulled out my dick and tucked the waistband of my shorts under my
balls, then leaned over and put my dick in his mouth just as we merged onto
the main road.

Brock looked at the rearview mirror and caught my eye there, and smiled.

Sawyer and Brock continued to interrogate Rory for the next twenty minutes.
During this entire time, Taylor kept sucking and stroking my dick. At first
he did it gently and slowly, then started to go faster and faster, making
audible slurping noises. As he moved around to get more comfortable, I
moved as well, pushing my leg even further into Rory.

While this was happening, Rory chatted with our friends from his corner and
barely moved until he felt his phone vibrate. "It's Mom," he announced, and
picked up.

"Hey Mom," he said, and talked to his parents for a few minutes while his
brother sucked my dick.

"They wanna talk to you guys," Rory said. Seeing as Taylor's mouth was
occupied, I took the phone.

"Hey, Angela! Happy Fourth!" I said, grabbing her oldest son by the hair
and thrusting my dick deep in his throat until he gagged and drooled. "How
are you guys doing?"

I exchanged pleasantries with my mother-in-law for a couple of minutes,
until she asked to talk to Taylor.

"Hi-- Hi Mom," he said, swallowing and wiping saliva and precum off his
chin. "How are you doing?"

During this, I got and idea. I took Taylor by the waist and tried to guide
him to my lap. It wasn't easy, sitting in the backseat of a car, but with
some contorting we made it happen.

Then, I pulled the back of his shorts down, licked my fingers, and put them
on my husband's hole, slowly pushing in.

"We're okay, Mom. Just driving to the cabin right, ahhhh-- now."

Brock and Sawyer looked at me in the rearview, smiling. I gave them a wink.

I spread my legs even further, basically at 180º, trying to get my dick
inside Taylor's hole while he talked on the phone to his mom and then his
dad. Rory was still next to me, on his side of the backseat.

After some wiggling around, I finally got my cock inside my husband's ass.
Taylor started bouncing up and down on it as much as the space allowed,
leaning forward between the front seats.

"No Dad, we didn't bring any fireworks. I'll send you a picture if we see
any."

"Oh you'll be seeing fireworks, alright," Brock joked from the driver's
seat.

A couple more minutes and I was ready to blow. Taylor had started working
on my dick in bed this morning, and this was the culmination of all that
effort. I started to grunt, and thrust up and down and much as I could,
making the whole car shake.

"Okay, Dad. Yes, we'll be safe. Love you too, Dad."

As Taylor said that, my orgasm began and I started shooting cum deep inside
his hole. One spurt after the other after the other.

"HOLY SHIT!" Taylor yelled out as soon as he ended the call. He passed the
phone back to his brother. I was still shooting cum inside his ass.

"Holy fucking shit!" he repeated, his eyes rolling back in pleasure in the
rearview.


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This Is The End.