Matt sat in the hard plastic chair, smirking as he sipped at a bottle of Dr. Pepper, watching his baby brother sort through the miscellaneous pieces of dirty clothing. A laundromat. It was unbelievably hot, for it was the middle of August and the selected space didn’t have air-conditioning.
His dark curls were damp with perspiration, the spiraled wisps of hair hanging loose against his shoulders. The baggy white pants he wore stuck to his legs, clinging to his toned calves. His legs were crossed at the ankles, the shell-toe of his white Adidas sneaker tapping against the lime-green linoleum material of the floor. The white tank top he wore was now tied around his waist, exposing his bare chest to all that wanted to see. His nipple ring laid flat to his sweaty pectoral muscle, faintly glinting as it caught a bright ray. He goofily let his tongue wag from his mouth, criss-crossing his eyes as he playfully shimmied his shoulders. Matt almost laughed at himself, shaking his head as he slumped against the back of the chair.
Matt sighed. Boredom. He had been sitting in the same chair for the past 2 hours. He squirmed a bit, pouting as he felt his legs tingling. Just about every muscle in his body was asleep. That is, except one. He grinned mischievously, his chocolate gaze intently focusing on his little brother. He could feel his cock already stiffening through the material of his pants, throbbing with intense need. As suspected, he had no qualms about dipping a hand down to squeeze at his growing cock.
Jeff was hanging over the washing machine, the tight, ripped shorts he wore exposing the luscious globes of his ass. He chewed at his lip thoughtfully, his brow furrowed as he carefully inserted 5 quarters into their appropriate slot. He grinned to himself as the machine started, the loud whirring drowned out by his headphones. Jeff whooped with victory, throwing up his hands and grinding his hips against the machine in perfect rhythm with the song he was listening to. Silver and sky blue strands of hair fell over his sparkling emerald eyes as he danced stupidly, giggling to himself as he hopped around. He didn’t have the faintest clue of how to wash clothes, but apparently it wasn’t as hard as he initially assumed.
A mother holding her crying toddler frowned lightly, eyeing Jeff suspiciously as she poured laundry detergent into the halted washer. Jeff just smiled sweetly, taking a seat next to his older brother with a sigh. Matt smirked, resting his cheek against his baby brother’s as Jeff leaned his head onto his tanned shoulder. The younger man shivered momentarily. As hot as it was, somehow being near Matt made him even warmer than he could ever imagine. His lips curved into a tiny smile, a soft murmur escaping his mouth as he snuggled against Matt’s bare chest.
“We can go home soon..”, Jeff beamed proudly, his grin accenting his beautiful features. Matt glanced around the room, noticing only a few people in the premises, of which seemed particularly busy with washing their own articles of clothing.
Matt lifted a pierced eyebrow, wondering if they could fuck right in the laundromat. He chuckled quietly. It wasn’t as if they had never displayed their deep sexual interest in public exhibition. For instance, last week they rode the subway for hours, enjoying the pleasure of a few brotherly blowjobs. He grinned. Maybe they could pull it off..
“If you think that after waiting 2 hours in here, I’m just gonna leave without at least a little fun..”, Matt whispered heatedly, brushing his full lips against his baby brother’s earlobe, “Then you have a lot to learn...”, the brunette smirked, accentuating the last word with a tiny bite to Jeff’s cartilage piercing.
Jeff blushed, his eyelids closed as his mind filled with erotic images of fucking Matt right through the washing machine. He sighed. He did want Matt, that he couldn’t deny. But in all the places--a laundromat? Jeff looked around the space, the noisy humming of driers and washing machines overshadowing his thoughts. Jeff bit his lower lip. He had been having dreams of fucking atop a washing machine..
Jeff growled seductively, “If we’re gonna fuck in here, then I’m in charge this time..”, his sparkling emerald eyes glinted with a certain mischievous flare as his hand groped at Matt’s cock.
Matt grinned, parting his lips as Jeff leaned over for a kiss. Their mouths crushed against one another‘s, their lips passionately molding together as they kissed heatedly. Matt gently broke away from the embrace, his eyes trailing down to Jeff’s cock with a swift lick of his lips. He dropped to his knees, unzipping Jeff’s shorts and tugging the stonewashed denim down to his ankles. His gaze immediately set upon Jeff’s gorgeous erection, leaning over to plant soft kisses around the base of Jeff’s cock.
“Suck me..”, Jeff whispered ardently, grabbing a fistful of Matt’s curls as he jerked his hips up towards his older brother’s mouth. He smeared his pre-cum against the cleavage of Matt’s lips, gasping as the sticky substance slickened his full bottom lip.
With a wink, Matt’s tongue snaked out to lick around the maze cutely shaven into Jeff’s pubic hair. His mouth trailed up to the tip of Jeff’s cock, smiling around the younger man’s length as he his tongue flickered at the tiny beads of pre-cum sprouted at the tiny slit. With a growl, Matt sunk down to take Jeff’s thick cock, deep-throating as he done quite well in the past. His tongue manipulated the underside of his brother’s cock, lapping at the pulsing veins and ridges with a soft nibble. He easily bobbed his head up and down Jeff’s cock, making wet, slurping sounds as he did so. He knew those always drove Jeff crazy, asides from the simple fact that Matt was as skillful with his mouth than anything. Wrestling, sewing, cooking...anything. Matt grinned around Jeff’s shaft, taking the hardened length expertly.
Jeff groaned. Matt’s mouth felt incredible. There really were no words to describe the expertise, the scorching warmth, or the way Matt always took his entire shaft. He had quite a big cock, actually. Not only was it long, but wide as well. He always moaned at the way Matt’s jaws stretched to accommodate his size, the passionate way his older brother’s eyes would close. Like he was lost in desire, or adoration. Jeff’s eyes fell closed, his body beginning to tremble as Matt suckled his cock down his throat. If Matt didn’t stop, he was gonna cum soon. He smiled evilly. He had a bit more in store than just a blowjob..
With a soft tug, Jeff pulled Matt back up to his mouth, his body sweaty and shuddering. Matt smiled knowingly, licking at Jeff’s mouth unabashedly. Jeff kissed him deeply, sharing the lingering taste of his own essence as their tongues feverishly tangled.
“D-Damn...”, Jeff moaned softly, gently nuzzling his nose against Matt’s, “You’re really somethin’...”, he grinned, placing a loving kiss upon Matt’s cheek.
Matt playfully waggled his eyebrows, grinning as he calmly strolled over to their washing machine, his hands splayed out against the humming appliance. He gasped. The machine shook against his weight, vibrating against his confined erection. His eyes slipped closed as he ground his cock into the shaking device, sighing deeply at the waves of pleasure it sent coursing throughout his body.
Jeff moaned as well, his lips attaching to Matt’s neck as he ran his hands up and down the exposed skin of his brother’s chest. His fingers obscenely trailed up to pinch at the tiny metal hoop pierced through Matt’s sensitive nub, lightly tugging at the piece of jewelry. His hands smoothed down to the drawstring waistband of the older man’s pants, biting his bottom lip as he yanked them down. Matt, like himself, rarely wore underwear. This was one of the moments when Jeff truly praised that decision, especially since they both were so aroused.
Matt’s ass was beautiful. The perfectly rounded spheres were so deliciously tempting that Jeff couldn’t help but to slap one of the firm globes. Matt let out a tiny moan as his ass jiggled a bit, much to the delight of his baby brother. He pushed his hips up against the washing machine, choking out small gasps as Jeff’s fingers roamed his body. Jeff’s nose was buried amidst Matt’s curls, his head swimming with erotic images as he inhaled the sweet scent of his brother’s cologne. With a spontaneous yank, Jeff tore the tank top from Matt’s hips, carelessly tossing it to the floor. He reached out to cover Matt’s hands with his own, pressing his body against his older brother’s bare back. His hand slipped down to squeeze at Matt’s thick length, the brunette groaning as he shamelessly thrust his ass back against Jeff’s cock.
“F-Fuck me...”, Matt whispered fervently, sneaking a hand behind him to gently tug at Jeff‘s cock. Jeff nodded into Matt’s neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin with his teeth before giving his brother’s inviting ass another hard spank.
Jeff moaned. He wanted to be inside of his brother so badly. The only problem was no lube. He sighed and quickly glanced around, his eyes falling upon a plastic container of laundry detergent. Jeff grinned. It was perfect. Non-toxic, slippery, thick but not too thick. He un-twisted the bright orange cap, watching the gooey substance flow from the spout as he carefully poured it over Matt’s ass. He watched the sticky detergent run down Matt’s back, collecting in a tiny pool at the cleft of Matt’s ass before dribbling down his gorgeous thighs. Jeff giggled, covering his fingers in the liquid before returning to his position behind his older brother.
Matt could feel the concentrated fluid dribbling down his body, and for some odd reason it didn’t alarm him in the least. He just wanted Jeff to fuck him. Basically, that’s all he had ever wanted. He smirked, wantonly spreading his legs and offering himself to his brother. When he felt Jeff’s fingers slip inside of his entrance, he moaned. His head fell slightly, dark curls hanging over his face as his hips worked back against Jeff’s hand. The gooey, slick sound of his baby brother’s fingers slipping in and out of his ass was enough to make Matt cum right then and there. His hazy, lust-filled eyes were focused on an elderly woman sitting in her chair reading a gardening magazine. He waited until she raised her eyes to his before seductively licking his lips, letting the tip of his tongue rub against his mouth. She gasped, blinking in surprise as she quickly went back to reading her magazine. Perhaps a heart-attack was in store. Matt grinned lightly. Perhaps.
Jeff watched in fascination at Matt’s reaction, his brother’s body trembling and shuddering from the thorough fingering he was receiving. He had never seen his brother so responsive, so dominated, so controllable. Jeff grinned wickedly, sliding his coated fingers from Matt’s ass, which elicited a whimper from Matt’s parted lips. Jeff shuddered, wrapping his fingers around his own cock with a deep moan. He stroked himself between Matt’s spread legs, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock between the twin globes. His pre-cum left gooey streaks on Matt’s soft skin, his older brother’s loud moans ringing in his ears. Biting back a moan of his own, Jeff locked his fingers into the alluring curves of Matt’s hips, his eyes slipping closed as he slowly sunk into the warm tightness of his brother’s ass.
A soft groan left Matt’s mouth as he slumped against the buzzing washing machine, the wonderful feeling of Jeff’s cock filling him completely simply overwhelming. He rocked back against his baby brother’s cock, easily taking his entire length. He felt Jeff’s fingers slipped up his sweaty back, gently taking a handful of his curls into his fist. With each yank of Matt’s hair, Jeff thrust a bit harder, tugging his older brother’s ass back against his cock. Matt groaned. He had always liked it rough..
Jeff bit his lip as he relentlessly pumped in and out of Matt’s ass, his voice deep and lusty as he moaned out his pleasure.
“You fuckin’ whore...”, Jeff breathed out, his eyelids fluttering closed, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”, the younger man leaned over to wrap his free hand around Matt’s cock, sliding his clenched fist up and down the thick length. Matt nodded with a soft moan, looking over his shoulder with a tiny smirk.
Something about being with his older brother in a laundromat, where he knew people were watching, filled him with a strong sense of dominance. He could hear the surprised gasps of a few people behind him, their quiet murmuring heavy in his ears. Jeff smiled. He didn’t want to put on a bad show, now did he?
Matt quickly worked his hips back against his brother’s cock, shuddering as he felt Jeff’s polished nails lightly digging into his shaft as he stroked him insistently. The deep vibrations of the washing machine sent bolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body, his cock twitching as Jeff plunged into his ass. His knees nearly buckled when he felt the tip of Jeff’s length jabbing against his prostate, forcefully jerking his hips back against his baby brother’s cock. With a sharp gasp, Matt’s eyes closed in pure rapture, his hands bracing against the machine as he came. Streams of cum shot from his throbbing cock, running down against the white material of the washing appliance.
Jeff moaned loudly, leaning over to nibble at Matt’s neck as his tightness rhythmically contracted around his cock. The muscles in his ass clenched as he aggressively sunk into Matt’s ass, his eyes shutting closed as he spilled into the comforting warmth. Jeff whimpered, collapsing against Matt’s body, which was hunched over and trembling.
“Fuck...”, Jeff breathed brokenly against Matt’s damp skin, kissing up and down the trail of his brother’s curved spine.
Matt’s head rolled on the stainless steel cover of the washing machine, his lips curving into a smirk as his eyes met the old woman’s once more. He dipped his middle finger down to linger in some of the cum that hit the washer, bringing it to his mouth with a soft moan. He scandalously licked it away as she turned away in disgust, displaying the stiff finger with a snicker.
Jeff slipped out of Matt’s ass with a groan, lightly grinning at all the observers. Even though it was only 3 people, it still make Jeff giggle inside. Who wouldn’t wanna watch a couple of gorgeous men fuck in public? He planted a soft kiss upon Matt’s lips, watching the brunette pull up his pants and take a seat back in the chair. A more than satisfied smile covered Matt’s face as he picked up Jeff’s headphones, casually slipping them into his ears.
Jeff smiled, opening the halted washer with a gasp. He picked up one of Matt’s t-shirts. Pink. He couldn’t help but to giggle. How was he to know you were supposed to separate the whites and colors before washing them??
the end!