The Ring in the Road
The tow truck rumbled into the lot just after three.
Jack was wiping down the front counter when he heard the heavy diesel engine and the metallic clank of chains. He glanced up through the big front window and saw the truck backing in slowly, a beat-up blue sedan hanging from the hook. Two men climbed out of the cab almost in sync.
They looked to be around thirty, both of them wearing the same kind of faded work pants and oil-stained boots. One was a couple inches taller than the other, broader through the chest and shoulders, but they had the same shaggy brown hair sticking out from under filthy trucker caps. Brothers, clearly. Maybe even twins, though not identical. Both ruggedly handsome. The taller one had a short beard coming in, while the other was clean-shaven with a stronger jaw.
Jack watched as they unhooked the car and guided it down onto the pavement. The taller one said something to the other and jerked his thumb toward the shop. A moment later, both men were walking toward the door, wiping their hands on rags that didn’t look much cleaner than their hands were.
The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside.
“Hey,” the taller one said, giving Jack a quick once-over before looking away. “Customer wanted this dropped off here instead of our shop. Said he trusts Big Bill more than our boss.”
“Car’s got a busted transmission,” the other brother added, stepping up beside him. His eyes flicked to Jack’s face, lingered for half a second too long, then dropped to the counter. “We told him we could handle it, but he wasn’t having it.”
Jack smiled easily, already feeling the shift in the air between them.
“No problem,” he said, reaching for the work order pad. “I’ll get the paperwork started. You guys want to come on back and talk to Bill, or you want me to handle it?”
The two brothers glanced at each other. It was quick — barely more than a second — but something passed between them. The taller one cleared his throat.
“Uh… you can handle it,” he said.
“Yeah,” the other one agreed, a little too fast. “We’re good.”
Neither of them looked at the other again.
Jack flipped open the work order pad and clicked his pen.
“Alright, so I’ve got the make and model,” he said, glancing between the two of them. “Who should I put down as the contact?”
The taller brother spoke first.
“Travis,” he said, then added quickly, “But you can just call the shop if you need anything. We’re usually the ones who handle the tows for this area anyway.”
“Brandon,” the other one said right after, almost cutting in. He rested one forearm on the counter, leaning in a little. “I’m the one who actually works on most of these. Travis just drives the truck.”
Travis shot his brother a quick look, then turned back to Jack with a half-smile.
“Yeah, well… I’m the one who has to deal with the customers when they’re pissed off. So if this guy calls complaining, you can send him to me.”
Jack chuckled politely and started writing. “Got it. Travis and Brandon. You guys work together a lot?”
“Pretty much every day,” Brandon said. He was still leaning on the counter, watching Jack’s hands as he filled out the form. “Shop’s not that big. Just the three of us and our old man.”
Travis shifted his weight, clearly not ready to leave yet.
“You ever been out to our place?” he asked Jack, keeping his tone casual. “We’re over on the east side, off Miller. Smaller than this spot. No fancy waiting room or anything. Just bays and a lot full of shit that needs fixing.”
Jack shook his head, still focused on the paperwork.
“Nah, I don’t think so. I mostly just stick around here after my shift.”
Brandon’s mouth twitched like he was about to say something else, but Travis spoke first.
“You should come by sometime,” Travis said, then immediately added, “If you’re into that kind of thing. It’s not much, but it’s ours.”
Brandon gave his brother another quick glance, then looked back at Jack.
“Yeah,” he said, a little quieter. “You should.”
Jack finished writing and tore off the top copy of the work order, completely missing the tension between them.
Jack slid the work order across the counter toward them.
“Just need one of you to sign at the bottom,” he said.
Travis reached for the pen first. As he leaned over to sign, Jack caught a glimpse of the gold wedding band on his left hand. It was scuffed and slightly dulled from years of wear, like a ring that a man who worked with his hands never took off. Travis signed his name with a quick, messy scrawl and pushed the paper back.
“Thanks,” Jack said, picking it up.
Neither brother made any move to leave.
Travis tucked the pen behind his ear and glanced around the shop like he was looking for something else to talk about. Brandon stayed leaned against the counter, one thumb hooked in his belt loop.
“So yeah,” Travis said after a moment, “if you ever get bored around here, our place ain’t far. We’re usually there late anyway.”
Jack gave a polite, noncommittal nod. “Cool. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The silence that followed was just a little too long.
Brandon shifted his weight but didn’t step back from the counter. Travis rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking toward Jack again before looking away. They were clearly stalling, and Jack was starting to feel it.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at them.
“You guys need anything else?” he asked, his tone still friendly but a little flatter than before. “I should probably get this back to Bill before he starts wondering what’s taking so long.”
Travis opened his mouth, then closed it again. Both men stood awkwardly, Travis fumbling with the pen behind his ear. Brandon eventually sighed and straightened up.
“Well…well, we got to get back, I guess,” he said, his shoulders slumping. The hopeful look on his face had faded. “Come on, Travis, let’s go.”
He turned toward the door, already sounding defeated.
“We gotta get to work on that ‘89 Camaro,” he muttered.
Jack’s head lifted.
“An ‘89?” he asked, interest immediately cutting through his earlier irritation. “Is it the Rally Sport or the IROC-Z?”
Brandon stopped mid-step and turned back around, blinking in surprise.
“It's…it's uh, the RS,” he said, glancing at his brother and perking up. “Bright red. Been sitting in a barn for twenty years. Owner finally decided to get it running again. We’re trying to get it sorted before he comes back from vacation.”
Travis watched Jack’s face carefully, then jumped in.
“You know cars?”
“A little,” Jack said, still clearly interested. “My uncle had one when I was a kid. I loved that car. Always wanted to work on one.”
The two brothers exchanged a quick look. It was brief, but something passed between them — a flicker of stunned, cautious excitement that they both tried (and mostly failed) to hide.
Brandon cleared his throat.
“Well… if you’re not doing anything after you get off, you could come by and take a look,” he said, trying to sound casual. “We’re probably gonna be there another couple hours tonight.”
“Yeah,” Travis added, a bit too quickly. “No pressure. Just figured since you seemed interested…”
Jack hesitated for a second, then shrugged.
“I mean… I could swing by for a bit. If it’s not too far out of the way.”
Brandon’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.
“Oh, it’s not!” he said, louder than he meant to. He glanced between Jack and his brother, then added, softer and a little more hesitant, “We, uh… well, we can give you a ride if you want.”
—
The ride over had been quiet.
Jack sat in the middle of the tow truck’s bench seat between the two brothers, one hand resting on his thigh as he looked out the windshield. Travis drove while Brandon sat on Jack’s other side, both of them stealing glances at him whenever they thought he wasn’t paying attention.
When they pulled into the small, gritty garage lot, Jack immediately understood what they’d meant. It was nothing like Big Bill’s. Just two narrow bays, a cracked concrete lot, and a sagging chain-link fence around the back. No front office, no waiting room. Just a tired-looking building with the doors already open and the smell of oil and old metal hanging in the air.
The bright red ‘89 Camaro RS was parked in the far bay, half-covered by a dusty tarp that had been pulled back on one side.
“There she is,” Brandon said as they climbed out of the truck.
They walked over together. Jack circled the car slowly, running his eyes over the body lines and the faded red paint. Travis stayed close on his left while Brandon hung back a step on his right, both of them watching Jack more than the car.
“She’s in rough shape,” Travis said, voice a little rough. “But the body’s mostly solid.”
Jack nodded, still looking the car over.
“Mind if I see under the hood?”
Brandon stepped forward and popped the hood without a word. The hinges creaked as it lifted. Jack moved in close, bracing his hands on the fender and leaning forward to get a better look at the engine bay. As he bent over, his thin work shorts rode up, exposing the smooth, pale bottoms of his round ass cheeks. His shirt lifted at the same time, revealing the top of his ass crack and the faint line of his spine.
Travis went completely still.
He stared openly at Jack’s ass, his mouth slightly open, breathing through his nose like he was trying not to make a sound. His eyes were locked on the exposed skin, hungry and unblinking.
Jack, completely oblivious, kept talking as he looked over the engine.
“Looks like it’s been sitting a while. You guys pull the plugs yet? Bet they’re seized…”
Brandon had been staring too, but something made him glance sideways at his brother.
He did a double-take.
Travis was still staring at Jack’s ass like he wanted to drop to his knees right there. His face was flushed, his jaw tight, and there was no mistaking the look in his eyes.
Brandon stared at Travis for a long moment, watching his brother watch Jack. The realization hit him hard and sudden.
Travis wanted him too.
Travis must have felt the weight of the stare, because he finally tore his eyes off Jack’s ass and looked over. He froze when he saw Brandon watching him. His face went red instantly. He dropped his gaze to the floor and shifted his weight, shuffling his boots against the concrete like a kid who’d been caught doing something wrong.
Brandon didn’t look away.
He held Travis’s eyes for another second, then stepped forward without a word. He reached out and very softly cupped one of Jack’s round ass cheeks through his thin shorts, his palm settling gently over the smooth, exposed skin.
Travis went rigid, eyes wide with shock.
Brandon didn’t move his hand.
He kept it right where it was, palm resting softly on the smooth curve of Jack’s ass cheek, and looked Travis dead in the eye. His expression was calm, almost curious, like he was waiting to see what his brother would do.
Travis was frozen.
His face was flushed deep red, his breathing a little heavier than it should’ve been. His eyes kept flicking between Brandon’s hand on Jack’s ass and Jack himself — still bent over the engine bay, completely unaware, still talking about spark plugs and compression ratios like nothing was happening behind him.
Travis’s gaze dropped lower.
He looked down at his own left hand. The gold wedding band sat there, dull and familiar against his skin. He stared at it for a long second, then slowly looked back up at his brother’s hand still cupping Jack’s ass.
Brandon saw it.
Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand higher, pushing it under the leg of Jack’s thin work shorts until his fingers found bare skin. He gave Jack’s smooth, round ass cheek a slow, deliberate squeeze.
Jack’s shorts rode up even higher with the movement, exposing more of him. The round, smooth shape of his balls became visible for a moment as the fabric shifted.
Travis’s eyes locked onto it.
He glanced down at his wedding ring again. His jaw tightened. For a second, he just stood there, breathing through his nose like he was trying to steady himself. Then, without a word, he reached down with his right hand, worked the ring off his finger, and shoved it into his front pocket.
When he looked back up, his face was still red, but something in his eyes had shifted.
He took a step forward.
Jack suddenly became aware of the hand on his ass.
It took him a second to register what was happening — the warmth of skin against skin where there shouldn’t have been any. His body went still over the engine bay. Then he slowly straightened up and turned around.
Both brothers were standing right there, barely a foot away.
Travis looked wrecked — face flushed deep red, breathing hard, eyes wide and uncertain. Brandon, on the other hand, looked calm. Focused. Like he’d already made up his mind about what was going to happen next.
Before Jack could say anything, Brandon stepped in close. One hand came up behind Jack’s neck, fingers curling firmly into his hair. The other slid down the front of Jack’s shorts and pressed against the growing bulge there. Brandon leaned in and kissed him — hard, hungry, with no hesitation.
Jack made a surprised sound against his mouth, but didn’t pull away.
Brandon kept kissing him as he worked his hand into Jack’s waistband, pushing it down just far enough to free his cock. It was already half-hard and thickening fast. Brandon wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke.
Travis’s eyes went wide.
He stared at Brandon’s hand on Jack’s cock like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. His whole body was tense, like he was caught between running and something else entirely.
Then something in him broke.
Travis dropped to his knees so fast it looked like his legs gave out. He shoved Brandon’s hand aside, grabbed the base of Jack’s cock, and took him into his mouth in one desperate motion. There was nothing careful or tentative about it — he swallowed Jack down like he’d been starving for it, one hand gripping Jack’s hip hard enough to bruise.
Brandon froze.
He stood there with his hand still hovering in the air where Jack’s cock had been, staring down at his brother in complete shock.
Brandon stood frozen for several moments, just staring down at his brother.
Then the shock on his face slowly shifted into something else — something darker and more hungry. His mouth opened slightly.
“Fuuuck…” he muttered under his breath.
He reached down and grabbed the bulge in his own pants, rubbing the heel of his palm slowly over his hardening cock as he watched Travis devour Jack. Travis was going at him like a man possessed — sucking hard and fast, one hand gripping the base of Jack’s cock while the other reached around and roughly yanked Jack’s shorts down further. His palms slid over Jack’s bare ass, squeezing and spreading him as he bobbed his head.
Jack made a startled sound, one hand instinctively going to Travis’s hair, but he didn’t push him away.
Brandon kept rubbing himself through his pants, eyes locked on the sight in front of him. Travis’s wedding ring was gone, his face was flushed, and he was moaning around Jack’s cock like he’d been waiting years for this. Brandon’s breathing had gotten heavier without him realizing it.
After several more long moments, Brandon finally stepped forward. He reached down and placed his hand gently on Travis’s shoulder.
“Ease up,” he said quietly. “Ease up, Travis. It’s okay. We got all night.”
Travis didn’t stop right away. His grip on Jack’s ass tightened for a second before he finally slowed down, breathing hard through his nose.
Brandon kept his hand on his brother’s shoulder and leaned in a little closer.
“How about sharing with your little bro?” he murmured.
Then he reached down, wrapped his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock, and slowly pulled it out of Travis’s mouth. A thick strand of spit connected Travis’s lips to the head for a moment before it broke. Brandon didn’t wait — he leaned in and took Jack into his own mouth, sucking him in deep with a low groan.
Travis stayed on his knees, breathing hard, lips wet and slightly parted as he watched his brother take over.
He didn’t stay still for long.
The second Brandon took Jack’s cock into his mouth, Travis leaned back in, trying to get his lips around it again. He licked and sucked at the base, his tongue sliding along the thick shaft while Brandon’s mouth worked the head. Their heads bumped together more than once as Travis kept pushing forward, hungry and impatient.
Brandon glanced sideways at his brother, lips still stretched around Jack’s cock. After a few moments, he pulled off with a wet sound and let out a low breath, finally understanding. Travis wasn’t going to be satisfied with just watching or waiting his turn. He needed this too badly.
Without a word, Brandon shifted lower. He sat down on the concrete floor between Jack’s legs, pushed his face in, and took one of Jack’s smooth balls into his mouth. He sucked on it gently at first, then more eagerly, letting his tongue roll over the heavy orb while Travis reclaimed the cock above him.
Jack’s head tipped back toward the Camaro as both brothers worked on him. Travis was noisy — wet, desperate sounds as he sucked Jack down to the root again and again. Brandon was quieter but just as focused, mouthing at Jack’s balls before eventually letting them slip from his lips. He nudged Travis’s thigh with his shoulder, silently asking for more room.
Travis adjusted without pulling off Jack’s cock.
Brandon moved in deeper between Jack’s spread legs and buried his face between his ass cheeks. He licked a broad, hungry stripe over Jack’s hole, then pressed his tongue against it, slurping and tonguing him open with low, greedy sounds. Jack’s knees buckled slightly, one hand gripping the edge of the open hood for balance.
For the next twenty minutes, the two brothers barely came up for air.
They moved around each other in a messy, frantic rhythm — Travis sucking Jack’s cock while Brandon ate his ass, then switching so Brandon could take the cock back into his mouth while Travis licked and sucked at Jack’s balls. At one point Travis had both hands spreading Jack’s cheeks wide so Brandon could get his tongue deeper. Spit ran down Jack’s thighs and dripped onto the concrete. The only sounds in the garage were the wet, filthy noises of their mouths and Jack’s shaky breathing.
Neither of them seemed interested in stopping.
Jack’s breathing had been getting more and more ragged for the last few minutes. His thighs were trembling, one hand gripping the edge of the Camaro’s hood while the other kept moving between the brothers’ heads like he didn’t know where to hold on.
“Fuck… I’m gonna—” he started, voice tight.
Brandon had just taken his cock back into his mouth when Jack came.
The first thick pulse hit the back of Brandon’s throat. He made a surprised sound but didn’t pull off — he stayed there, swallowing as Jack kept shooting. His hand was wrapped around the base of Jack’s cock, holding him steady while he took it all.
Travis had been licking at Jack’s balls, but the second he realized what was happening, something in him snapped. He surged upward, shoving his face in close. Before Brandon could react, Travis grabbed the sides of his brother’s head and mashed their mouths together.
Brandon’s eyes flew open.
Travis’s tongue pushed past his lips immediately, desperate and greedy, licking into Brandon’s mouth to get at the cum still pooled there. It was messy and rough — spit and cum smeared between their lips as Travis sucked and licked, trying to pull every drop out of his brother’s mouth. For several long seconds they stayed locked together like that, breathing hard through their noses, tongues sliding against each other as they shared Jack’s load between them.
Brandon didn’t pull away.
His hands had come up to grip Travis’s shoulders, not pushing him off, just holding on while his brother mouthed him with single-minded hunger. Cum and spit dripped from the corner of Travis’s mouth as he kept licking into Brandon’s, unwilling to let even a little of it go to waste. Brandon gingerly licked back.
Jack stood above them, still catching his breath, watching the two brothers with wide eyes.
Brandon was the first to move.
Without a word, he reached over and slammed the Camaro’s hood shut with a loud metallic bang. The second it was closed, Travis surged to his feet. He grabbed Jack under the arms, lifted him clean off the ground like he weighed nothing, and threw him onto his back on the hood of the car.
Jack barely had time to react before Travis was on him.
Travis shoved his own pants down just far enough to free his cock — long, thick, and already leaking. He hooked his arms under Jack’s knees, hoisted his legs up high, and drove into him in one hard thrust. Jack cried out, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth red paint as Travis started fucking him with rough, punishing strokes.
Brandon stood frozen a few feet away, staring.
“Fuuuuck…” he breathed again, but this time there was something heavier in it. His eyes were locked on his brother — on the thick length of Travis’s cock disappearing into Jack over and over, on the way Travis’s heavy balls swung with every thrust. It wasn’t just the sight of Jack getting fucked that had him stunned. It was the sight of Travis like this.
Travis didn’t even seem aware of his brother watching. He was completely focused on Jack, leaning over to hungrily suck and lick at his toes while he kept pounding into him. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin filled the garage.
Brandon’s hands moved almost on their own. He undid his belt, shoved his pants down, and wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking it slowly as he watched.
Travis fucked like a man possessed — hard, deep, and relentless. It didn’t take long. His rhythm started to falter, his grip on Jack’s legs tightening as he drove in one last time and unloaded with a low, guttural groan. He stayed buried deep as he came, flooding Jack’s hole with thick pulses of cum.
When he finally pulled out, a thick trail of cum followed, leaking down Jack’s ass and onto the hood. Travis turned toward his brother, breathing hard, his heavy cock still half-hard and glistening with sperm. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes made it clear — your turn.
Brandon stepped forward slowly.
His eyes weren’t on Jack. They were on Travis’s cock — thick, slick, and still twitching from his orgasm. As the two brothers passed each other, Brandon reached out without thinking and gently wrapped his fingers around Travis’s cum-slick shaft. He gave it two slow, deliberate tugs, feeling the weight and heat of it in his hand before letting go.
Travis didn’t move.
Brandon continued toward Jack.
His cock was rock hard, jutting out in front of him as he moved between Jack’s spread legs. He lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against Jack’s wet, cum-slick hole. For several long seconds he just stood there, holding himself there like he was about to push inside. His eyes were distant, like he was thinking hard about something. His jaw was tight. The only sound in the garage was Jack’s uneven breathing and the faint creak of the Camaro’s suspension under his weight.
Then something in Brandon seemed to shift.
Without warning, he dropped to his knees.
He shoved Jack’s legs higher and buried his face between his ass cheeks with a low, hungry sound. His tongue pushed straight into Jack’s hole, sucking and slurping loudly as he tried to pull his brother’s sperm out of him. Thick cum coated his tongue almost immediately. Brandon didn’t hesitate — he sucked and licked with greedy, wet sounds, swallowing every drop he could get while Jack squirmed on the hood above him.
When he was satisfied he’d gotten most of it, Brandon pulled back slightly and turned his attention to the bright red paint. A small puddle of Travis’s cum had leaked onto the hood. He leaned down and slowly dragged his tongue across it, licking the surface clean in one deliberate motion.
Only then did he stand up.
He stepped in close to Travis, who was standing there stunned by what just happened, and grabbed him by the back of the head. Brandon pulled his brother into a hard, messy kiss, forcing his tongue — and the thick load of cum still in his mouth — past Travis’s lips. This time there was no mistaking it. Brandon kissed him deeply, passionately, the cum spilling between their mouths and running down both their chins as they stayed locked together.
Brandon finally broke the kiss.
He stepped back, breathing hard, cum still glistening on his lips and chin. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he reached down and gave Travis’s cock a couple of lazy tugs, feeling it twitch in his hand. Then he turned back to Jack without another word.
This time there was no hesitation.
Brandon grabbed Jack’s legs, shoved them back, and drove his cock into him in one smooth thrust. Jack gasped and arched off the hood as Brandon started fucking him in earnest — deep, steady strokes that made the Camaro rock beneath them. Brandon’s focus was locked on Jack now, his hands gripping the younger man’s thighs as he pounded into him.
Travis didn’t move at first.
He just stood there, mouth slightly open, staring at the sight in front of him. His brother was bent over the hood of the car, fucking the same boy he’d just bred. Travis’s eyes stayed fixed on them for a long minute, his breathing slow and heavy. Then he looked down at his own cock — still slick with cum and lube, and now fully hard again.
Something shifted in his expression.
Travis stepped forward slowly. Brandon was so focused on Jack that he didn’t seem to notice his brother moving in behind him. Travis wrapped his arms around Brandon’s waist from behind, pulling their bodies close. Brandon’s rhythm faltered for half a second.
Then Travis lined himself up and slowly pushed his cock into his brother’s ass.
Brandon’s hands tightened on Jack’s thighs, but he didn’t stop fucking him. A low, rough sound escaped his throat as Travis sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried inside him.
Brandon didn’t pull away when Travis pushed into him.
Instead, he adjusted his stance over Jack and started moving again — thrusting forward into Jack’s hole, then rocking back onto his brother’s cock. The rhythm was slow at first, almost experimental, but it quickly settled into something steady and deliberate. Every time Brandon pulled out of Jack, he pushed back onto Travis. Every time he pushed into Jack, he pulled off Travis’s cock just enough to feel the drag before driving back again.
After a few moments, Brandon reached back with one hand and rested it on Travis’s hip. Not pushing him away. Just holding him there. A quiet signal.
Travis understood.
He tightened his grip on Brandon’s waist and started fucking him properly — matching his brother’s rhythm, driving into him every time Brandon thrust forward into Jack. The three of them moved together on the hood of the Camaro, the car rocking beneath them.
Brandon’s breathing got rougher. His hand stayed on Travis’s hip as he fucked Jack harder, using the momentum of his brother’s cock inside him to drive his own thrusts. His rhythm started to stutter, and then he slammed deep into Jack with a low groan, unloading hard. Thick pulses of cum pumped into Jack’s already slick hole as Brandon’s whole body tensed.
When he was finished, Brandon pulled out of Jack and slowly eased himself off Travis’s cock. He turned around, dropped straight to his knees on the concrete floor, and took his brother’s cock into his mouth without hesitation.
He sucked Travis the same way Travis had sucked Jack earlier — hungry, wet, and single-minded. His hands gripped Travis’s thighs as he bobbed his head, taking him deep, slurping loudly around the thick length that had just been inside him.
Travis stared down at his brother, one hand instinctively moving to the back of Brandon’s head.
Brandon just continued sucking Travis with the same desperate hunger, working his mouth up and down the thick length of his cock, moaning around it.
Travis let it go on for another minute, his hand resting on the back of Brandon’s head, before he finally pulled his cock free. It slipped from Brandon’s lips with a wet sound. Brandon looked up at him, confused, lips shiny and slightly swollen.
Travis didn’t explain. He just turned and walked to the back wall of the garage where a stack of thick moving blankets was piled. He grabbed several of them, carried them back over, and spread them out across the cold concrete floor in a rough square. He smoothed them down with his hands, making sure they were layered thickly.
When Brandon realized what he was doing, a slow smile spread across his face.
Neither of them said anything.
They lay down on the blankets together, head to toe, and immediately went at each other. Brandon took Travis’s cock back into his mouth at the same time Travis swallowed him down. They moved with the same raw hunger from before — sucking, licking, and moaning around each other with no restraint. The wet sounds of their mouths filled the garage as they worked each other over.
Jack had pushed himself up onto his elbows on the hood of the Camaro. He watched them in silence, one hand wrapped around his own cock, slowly stroking as the two brothers devoured each other on the floor.
Travis came first, his hips jerking as he unloaded down Brandon’s throat. Brandon followed seconds later, groaning around Travis’s cock as he pumped his own load into his brother’s mouth. They stayed locked together, swallowing and sucking until both of them had finished.
When they finally pulled apart, they got up onto their knees, breathing hard. Without a word, Brandon grabbed Travis by the back of the neck and pulled him into another deep, messy kiss. They snowballed the cum between them again, tongues sliding together as it spilled from their mouths and ran down their chins.
Then, still on their knees, they crawled over to Jack.
He was still sitting on the edge of the hood, legs spread, slowly stroking himself as he watched them approach. Brandon and Travis moved in on either side of his cock without hesitation. They took turns licking and sucking him, their mouths meeting around his shaft as they kissed each other over it — tongues brushing, lips sliding along the length together while Jack’s hand rested on the back of each of their heads.
They stayed there for several minutes, trading Jack’s cock between their mouths, kissing around it, and licking up and down the shaft together. Jack’s breathing had gotten heavier, his hand resting on the back of Brandon’s head while his other hand gripped the edge of the hood.
Then, without any warning, Jack’s cock started pulsing hard.
Thick ropes of cum shot straight up into the air in heavy spurts — one after another, like a fountain. The first few landed across Travis’s face and hair. The next ones caught Brandon across the cheek and mouth. More followed, streaking across both their faces as they kept their mouths near Jack’s cock, letting it paint them.
When Jack finally stopped spurting, he slumped back on the hood, breathing hard.
Brandon and Travis turned toward each other without a word. Brandon leaned in first, licking a thick streak of cum off Travis’s cheek before kissing him. Travis kissed back, just as messy, dragging his tongue across Brandon’s jaw to clean him up. They stayed like that for a moment, licking and kissing the sperm off each other’s faces until most of it was gone.
Then Brandon gently pushed Travis down onto the blankets.
Travis went without resistance, rolling onto his stomach. Brandon moved behind him, spread his brother’s ass with both hands, and buried his face between his cheeks. He licked and sucked at Travis’s hole with the same hunger he’d shown earlier — wet, greedy sounds filling the garage as he worked his tongue inside him.
Travis groaned into the blankets, his hands gripping the fabric.
After a minute, Brandon pulled back, climbed on top of him, and lined his cock up. He pushed forward slowly but steadily, sinking into his brother’s virgin ass until his hips were flush against Travis’s. Travis let out a low, rough sound as Brandon bottomed out inside him.
Brandon stayed there for a moment, breathing against the back of Travis’s neck, before he started to move.
He rolled his hips in long, deep strokes, letting Travis feel every inch as he fucked him. Travis’s eyes fluttered, then rolled back as a long, low moan escaped his throat. His fingers tightened in the blankets beneath him.
Brandon gradually picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster until the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the garage. Travis stayed face-down at first, moaning into the blankets, but after a minute he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Brandon adjusted with him, gripping Travis’s hips tighter as he fucked him in that position — steady, forceful strokes that made Travis’s whole body rock forward with every thrust.
After several minutes, Brandon pulled out. He lay back on the blankets and reached for his brother.
“Come here,” he said, voice low.
Travis turned around and climbed over him. He straddled Brandon’s hips, reached back to line his brother’s cock up with his hole, and slowly sank down onto it. A shaky breath left him as he took Brandon all the way inside. Once he was seated, he started to move — lifting himself up and dropping back down in a steady rhythm.
Brandon’s hands settled on Travis’s thighs as he watched him ride. Their eyes stayed locked the entire time. Neither of them looked away. Travis bounced on his brother’s cock with increasing urgency, his own cock hard and leaking between them, while Brandon stared up at him with dark, focused eyes.
Travis leaned forward without breaking eye contact. He braced one hand on Brandon’s chest and kissed him — deep and slow at first, then harder as his rhythm on Brandon’s cock grew more desperate.
Brandon groaned into his brother’s mouth.
His hands gripped Travis’s hips tightly as he thrust up into him one last time and came hard. He flooded Travis’s guts in thick, pulsing waves, his whole body tensing beneath him as he kissed Travis through it.
Brandon’s arms slowly loosened around Travis as they both came down. Travis carefully lifted himself off his brother’s cock and collapsed beside him on the blankets. Brandon rolled onto his side, pulling Travis against him. For a long minute they just lay there in a tangled heap, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Eventually they stirred.
Travis pushed himself up first, then Brandon. They sat facing each other on the blankets, both still flushed and breathing unevenly. Their eyes met and held. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. The look between them said enough.
After a moment, they both turned their heads toward the Camaro.
Jack was still sitting on the hood where they’d left him. His legs were spread, his big cock soft and resting on the hood in front of him, shiny with spit and cum. He looked tired but content, watching them quietly.
Brandon and Travis glanced at each other again. Then, at the same time, they both reached out toward Jack with small, tired smiles.
Jack smiled back.
He slid off the hood and walked over to them on slightly shaky legs. The moment he reached the blankets, both brothers pulled him down between them. Jack settled in without hesitation. Brandon kissed him first — slow and gentle — then Travis leaned in and did the same. They took turns kissing him, and then kissing each other, their mouths soft and unhurried now.
Eventually they all shifted and got comfortable. Jack ended up on his back with Brandon tucked against his left side and Travis against his right. Brandon’s arm was draped over Jack’s stomach, his hand resting on Travis’s hip. Travis’s leg was hooked over Jack’s thigh. The three of them lay there in a warm, messy tangle, trading the occasional lazy kiss until their breathing evened out and they drifted off to sleep on the blankets together.
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The tow truck rumbled down the dark highway.
Brandon was behind the wheel, eyes on the road. Travis sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the passing trees and occasional streetlights. Neither of them had said a word since they’d dropped Jack off at his car back at Big Bill’s. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional rattle from the empty hoist behind them.
They’d been driving like that for nearly twenty minutes — avoiding eye contact, both lost in their own thoughts. The weight of everything that had just happened in the garage sat heavy between them.
Brandon’s hand finally left the steering wheel.
He reached across the cab and rested it on Travis’s thigh, giving it a slow, firm squeeze. He didn’t pull his hand away afterward. He just left it there, thumb brushing lightly against the denim.
Travis turned his head.
For a moment they just looked at each other in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Then, at the same time, both brothers smiled — small, tired, but real.
Travis reached down and placed his left hand over Brandon’s, lacing their fingers together on his thigh. With his right hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
His wedding ring.
He looked at it for a second, then turned his hand and tossed it out the open window into the darkness.
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