A variation on a classic…
“It’s not going to fit.” Randy grunted as he pushed the mattress into the already overloaded minivan.
“It’ll be fine, just move that box to the left a little more and it’ll side right in.” Mitch replied as he pulled the full-sized mattress from the front. “Dad got full sheets of plywood into this thing all the time with plenty of room to spare.”
With a bit of effort, the brothers were able to wedge the mattress into the aging Chrysler Town he was enjoying the feeling. It would feel a lot better if he could adjust his cock, situate it more comfortably. Maybe he could pretend he was still asleep; pretend he was dreaming of a girl. No, he pushed that thought aside. Better to let Randy know that it was okay and that he was enjoying it, too. Maybe make it seem like a normal adjustment, just getting more comfortable in the seat. Probably the best move.
“Hey, man. Lean up a second.” Mitch said quietly. He could feel Randy freeze, tighten up like he’d been paralyzed. Mitch put his hands on his brother’s hips to encourage him to rise up. Randy complied without saying a word. Mitch stretched the waistband of his shorts and boxers and pulled his cock up so the head was pointing to his belly. He replaced his shorts and reached again for Randy’s hips, guiding him squarely on to his aching tool. Randy seemed to understand and allowed the rigid pole to ease between his cheeks again, applying the desired pressure on his hole. Mitch continued to hold Randy’s hips and helped him grind his ass up and down his encased cock. Randy’s shock eased as he felt Mitch guide him in his frottage. Randy reached into his own shorts, taking the opportunity to adjust his own penis, which was about as hard and sensitive as it had ever been, into a more comfortable position. Perhaps he’d spent more time “adjusting” than he kaman escort had intended as he gave his cock a couple of quick strokes and a squeeze that produced a large drop of pre-cum which was quickly absorbed by his briefs.
“Mitch, I’m sorry.” Randy whispered, “It feels so good.” He glanced in the direction of his dad, just a few feet away fortunately separated by the bed wedged in the middle of the van. There was no indication that their dad had any idea of what was happening.
“Feels good to me, too. Keep going.” Mitch made a slight adjustment with his hips putting even greater pressure on his brother’s ass crack.
“You’re not mad? I thought you’d be pissed.” Randy continued to grind himself into his brother’s lap.
“Surprised, maybe even shocked, but not mad, no. Can’t be mad at something that feels this good.” Mitch answered.
Mitch and Randy continued rubbing themselves together for several more minutes. Mitch’s cock was beginning to rub uncomfortably against his underwear. “Slow down a little. I’m getting a little irritated by the rubbing.”
“Oh, I’m sorry”. Randy lifted his ass up off of his brother’s lap. “I’ll stop.”
“It’s not that, it’s just my shorts. It’s kinda uncomfortable.” Mitch wanted to continue the action. “I just need to move my shorts.”
“What do you mean? Take them off? What if dad sees.” Randy hissed.
“I doubt he even remembers that we’re in the car. Watch.” Mitch called out, “Dad, how long ’til we stop?”
“What?” came the reply.
Mitch called louder. “How long until we stop?”
“At least another hour. Sorry, as I said, I can’t hear shit with the bed in the way.” Greg called back.
In a quiet tone, Mitch said “See? I told you.”
Mitch pushed up slightly and slid his shorts and boxer briefs down past his knees then kapaklı escort reached up for Randy’s waistband.
“What are you doing!?” Randy was whisper-shouting.
“C’mon, what’s the point if I take mine off and you still have yours on, it’ll be the same problem. Plus, imagine how much better it’ll feel without them.” Randy couldn’t think of an argument other than the thousands of thoughts pounding his head.
Mitch got a hold of Randy’s waistband and pulled his shorts down all the way to his ankles. “Step out of one leg so you can sit back down.” Randy complied.
Mitch guided his brother back down as he angled his hips, inching forward in the seat to reinitiate contact between his cock and the valley of his brother’s ass. Once skin-to-skin contact was made, both brothers let out a quiet gasp. The sensations on Mitch’s penis and Randy’s ass were amplified.
“Oh, god, that’s amazing” Randy whispered. He slid his hips allowing his tight hole to feel almost the whole length of Mitch’s member. A small amount of perspiration had created just the right amount of lubricant, increasing the pleasure of the rubbing.
Mitch held Randy’s hips and controlled the pace of their activities. He guided Randy’s ass up the full length of his cock and back down almost to his balls. This went on for several minutes when Mitch guided Randy’s ass up to the full head of his dick. Holding Randy there with one hand, he grabbed his cock and began to rub the head, now leaking clear pre-cum to Randy’s dark, puckered asshole. Rubbing in gentle circles, Mitch coated Randy’s hole with his fluids and applied just the slightest amount of pressure at his opening.
“Wha.. Ah, fuck, that feels good.” Mitch could feel Randy meeting his pressure with his own.
“We’ll go as far as you want, Rand.” Mitch gave karabağlar escort his dick a full stroke from root to tip to coax out a glob of pre-cum. He coated Randy’s tight hole and his cockhead thoroughly and returned his hand to his brother’s hip, pulling down ever so slightly to encourage Randy. Randy took the hint and began to ease himself down as Mitch’s cock slowly penetrated his ass.
“Fuck, man. This is amazing. I wish you could see what I’m seeing.” Mitch was enthralled by the slow disappearance of his cock into his brother’s ass. For several, slow moments, Randy eased Mitch, inch by inch, into his ass. The waves of pleasure increasing as the sensation of being filled washed over him. Once comfortable with the girth of Mitch’s pole, Randy rose up and eased down, gently fucking his brother’s cock with his hungry ass. All pretense was gone as Randy rode Mitch, Randy propping one foot on the wheel well and leaning slightly towards the mattress in the middle of the van. Mitch reached over Randy’s hip to find his brother’s hard cock and began stroking it.
“Oh, no. That’ll make me cum. Your dick’s pressing on my prostate. I’m going to cum.” Mitch continued to give Randy as good a handjob as he could manage, flexing his hips to meet Randy’s riding. “Yes, oh, god, yes.” Mitch could feel the ring of Randy’s ass clenching around his cock as Randy’s cock pulsed with his orgasm. Mitch couldn’t hold out any longer, thrust deeply into his brother’s ass and released wave after wave of cum into his bowels.
After several moments of heavy breathing, Randy leaned forward to disengage from Mitch. On shaky legs, he pulled his briefs and shorts back on and Mitch pulled his shorts back up. Taking his seat back on Mitch’s lap, they rode in silence until, “Hey, you guys ready to stop for a bit? I imagine it’s got to be miserable riding like that” Greg called.
“It’s not so bad. We figured out a way to make it tolerable.” Randy answered.
“Good,” Greg said. “Because you’re gonna have to do it again when we get back on the road.”
“Do it again?” Mitch yelled over the mattress, giving Randy a sly look. “I’m fine with that.”