Brothers Van Ride

"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."

PART II

The van eased off the highway and pulled into the gas station. An almost comically large place with dozens of pumps and a huge convenience store offering everything a traveler might need and an awful lot that they certainly didn't need.

Mitch and Randy rode in silence. Randy leaning comfortably against his older brother, his head resting on the pillow wedged between the car seat and the mattress that separated the van down the middle, completely isolating the passenger side, where the two brothers shared a single passenger seat and their father, driving for hours wholly unaware of what had just happened. Mitch's arm draped lazily over Randy's hip, his hand resting between Randy's thighs. Both were unfazed by the casual but somewhat intimate nature of their seating arrangements.

Once stopped beside one of the many gas pumps, Greg Porter slid from his seat and set about refilling the gas tank while Mitch and Randy unfolded themselves and shuffled into the store, stretching their tired muscles. After a restroom break and the acquisition of an armload of snacks and drinks, the brothers rejoined their father at the van.

"Mitch, finish pumping the gas. Imma head inside for a few minutes." Their father turned and walked away.

"Ok." said Randy. "I'll start. That was really weird."

"I agree." replied Mitch around a mouthful of potato chips. "But, you have to admit, it felt pretty amazing. I'd be lying if it wasn't one of the best fucks I've ever had."

"What the fuck, man?" Randy hissed. "I mean, yes, it felt amazing, but what the fuck? You're only saying that because you were the one fucking, not getting fucked."

"No, really. Ok, I'm sure it was a very different sensation, situation or whatever for you than it was for me but you can't tell me you weren't really in to it." Mitch shut off the gas pump and replaced the nozzle into the holder, retrieved the receipt and began walking back to the passenger side of the van.

"Jesus, yes, I really liked it, but don't you think it's weird or gay or something?" Randy followed his brother.

"Maybe, maybe not. It was the heat of the moment. We were both really horny from the way we had to sit and one thing led to another. I won't lie, I really liked it and you did, too. I'd like to do it again and I think you want to do it again, too." Mitch was adjusting some of the bags and boxes in an attempt to make a little more room in their seating area. He also grabbed another pillow from his basket of bedding and set it on the seat.

"Shit. Yes, I do." Randy muttered mostly to himself.

"What was that?" Mitch teased. "Do what?"

"I want you to fuck my ass again." Randy looked Mitch in the eyes. "I haven't been able to think of anything else since we finished, only when can we do it again." He trailed off for a moment, then said, "Shit, hang on." Randy turned and headed back into the convenience store.

Randy's dad was heading back to the van when Randy quickly walked by.

"Where's he going?" Greg asked. "I thought we got everything we needed. Didn't you guys use the restroom?"

"I don't know. Maybe he forgot his favorite candy bar or something. I honestly don't know." Mitch replied.

Greg looked into the open sliding-door of the van at the space Randy and Mitch had carved out for themselves. "Not so bad, I guess. You going to switch it up and sit on your kid brother's lap this time?" he joked.

"We were just talking about that very thing, as a matter of fact." Mitch suppressed a laugh at the unintended double entendre.

"Probably not a great idea. Well, remember, I can't hear or see you guys, so if you need to stop or whatever before we get to campus, you're going to have to shout." Greg walked around the front of the vehicle to the driver's seat, started the engine and waited for his sons to settle in and close the door so they could get back on the road.

Randy returned from the convenience store carrying a small, brown paper bag which he gripped tightly around the opening. Mitch climbed into the van and settled into the seat. Randy climbed in and took his place in his brother's lap. They closed the door, knocked on the ceiling to let their dad know they were ready to go.

"What's in the bag?" Mitch asked quietly. "Why is it in a paper bag instead of plastic?"

"I'll show you later, once we're on the road a bit." Randy tucked the bag into a cup holder beside their seat. "Just relax.,

Once again, Mitch and Randy settled into the seat, Randy leaning back against Mitch, resting on the pillow, his legs open slightly to straddle his brother's thighs. Mitch supported Randy with his right arm on the armrest of the seat and his left, as it had before, dangled loosely over Randy's right thigh. The rhythmic swaying of the van as it rolled down the highway lulled both of them into a sleepy trance as the miles slipped away.

After a short time, Mitch noticed that Randy's breathing had taken on a slow and steady rhythm, and he assumed that his brother had fallen asleep. Taking a bit of a risk, Mitch slid his arm up so his hand was resting on his brother's upper thigh. Randy's breathing didn't change so Mitch dared to move it a bit higher, slipping under the leg of Randy's shorts. Stopping as his fingers made contact with the edge of Randy's briefs and he waited for any sign that Randy had noticed. There were none.

Mitch was really getting turned on by the prospect of feeling up his brother while he slept and his cock responded, beginning to thicken and harden. After a moment of hesitation, Mitch continued his exploration up Randy's shorts, over his briefs as his fingers found their quarry. He could trace the outline of Randy's cock through his briefs and began to run his fingertips up and down its length. Slowly, with increasing pressure, he began to gently rub his brother's cock and, much to his satisfaction, it began to respond to his touch. Randy sighed softly but gave no indication that he was waking up as his erection grew. Mitch, his own cock straining under the pleasant pressure of his brother sitting on his lap, let his fingers creep back to the edge of Randy's briefs and carefully lifted them away to allow himself direct access to Randy's hard on. As much as the confined space would allow, Mitch stroked Randy's hard cock from base to tip, occasionally running a finger over the sensitive opening in the hopes of coaxing out a drop of pre-cum.

Not satisfied with the confined nature of his exploration, Mitch carefully brought his left arm up and around his brother's waist, reached across his hips and began to pull Randy's shorts and briefs to the side and with his right, guided his brother's cock and balls out from the restriction of the clothes. Randy sighed again, a bit more deeply than before, shifted himself slightly on Mitch's lap but still seemed to remain asleep. Mitch resumed slowly masturbating his sleeping brother with long, gentle strokes, letting his fingers brush Randy's balls, his sack contracting at the dual sensations of touch and air-conditioning. Mitch's technique was the same that he'd used on himself countless times in the past, rolling his fingers over his balls, cupping them slightly, then returning to long, languid strokes almost the entire length of his cock.

As hoped, his ministrations had the desired effect and a few drops of pre-cum were coaxed out. Mitch ran his fingers over the clear fluid, coating the head of Randy's dick and lubricating Mitch's stroking. Mitch was mesmerized, looking over Randy's shoulder, as he stroked his brother's cock. Again, enticing more pearls of pre-cum from his brother's cock, Mitch gathered them on his finger and brought it to his eager tongue, as he had done so many times by himself. The realization of what he had just done hit him at the same time the sweet fluid spread across his tongue. This was not his own, but another person's, his brother's. The thought of it was simultaneously shocking and euphoric. The taste was familiar, and at the same time, different. Without a second thought, he knew he wanted more. He wanted Randy's cock in his mouth so he could savor directly from the source. The question now was how. He'd have to wake Randy up to get what he desired.

"Rand." Mitch whispered in his brother's ear. He continued to stroke Randy's cock as he attempted to wake him. A little louder, "Randy."

Randy heard his name from what seemed like a long way away. As consciousness slowly returned, he could feel his achingly hard cock, the cold air of the air-conditioned van, and the distinct sensation of being masturbated by a skilled, and practiced hand.

"Fuck, I'm so turned on, Rand. I've been jacking you off for like ten minutes now. I want to suck you off." Mitch breathed into his ear.

"What the fuck, Mitch. Are you fucking with me?" Fully awake, Randy looked down to see his brother's hands, one pulling his shorts and underwear aside and the other expertly stroking his cock.

"No. I can't stand it. Stand up, take off your shorts and trade places with me." Mitch was wiggling underneath is brother, encouraging him to move.

"This is too much, Mitch. What's gotten into you?" Randy began to pull his legs under him to stand, complying with his brother's demands but not fully comprehending.

"Hopefully you will get in me, in my mouth" Mitch said with a broad smile as he slid from the seat and helped his now nude-from-the-waist-down brother maneuver into the seat. Mitch grabbed the second pillow, adjusted under his knees as he resumed stroking Randy's cock, his other hand now free to cup, rub and gently squeeze his balls hanging over the edge of the seat.

Mitch let his left hand inch down and massage Randy's sensitive perineum as he increased the pressure on his upward strokes in a effort to encourage even more pre-cum from his brother's slit. This pretty much always worked when Mitch masturbated himself. As, expected, a large drop of the precious fluid leaked from Randy's cock and Mitch, surprisingly to both himself and to Randy, wasted no time bringing his tongue to lap up the sweet droplet. Mitch savored the pre-cum and allowed his tongue to explore the small opening of Randy's cock.

"Oh my god, Mitch. What are you doing? That feels amazing" Randy's whisper was ragged with pleasure and lust.

"Oh, god. I don't know. I just know I need this." With that, Mitch lowered his head further, and let his lips make contact with his brother's cockhead. Further, still until the entirety of his glans was engulfed. Mitch moved his tongue in slow circles, taking in all of the flavors of his brother's head. Further still, little by little, Mitch pleasured Randy's cock until he reached the point where he wasn't sure if he could go further. So, he backed off, applying slight suction and increasing the pressure, his tongue lying flat on the underside. Back down again, maybe a little further than before, and back up, and again, building a slow, steady tempo. His left hand continued to explore Randy's ball, taint and would come tantalizingly close to the pucker of his ass.

"Fuck, Mitch. Oh, Christ, Mitch. You're driving me crazy." Randy was almost panting but still wanting to keep his voice low. "Please rub my ass, please." Randy pleaded.

Happy to comply, Mitch brough his finger to the delicate opening, making small, gentle circles over the surface while he continued to suck his brother's aching cock. Mitch heard the rustling of the paper bag Randy had guardedly stashed but did not look up to investigate. Almost nothing would distract him from his new favorite activity.

"Here, put this on your finger." Randy said. Mitch reluctantly looked up to see Randy had bought a small bottle of lube and was holding it open to apply to his brother's finger. "I saw it back at the gas station when we were getting snacks. That's what I went back for."

"Shit, you horny bastard." Mitch teased and brough his hand up to let Randy squeeze a small amount onto Mitch's index and middle fingers. Randy scooted down the seat slightly and raised his right leg up onto the wheel well to give Mitch greater access. Mitch brought the lube up to Randy's tight hole and gently rubbed it around, allowing a bit to run down his finger, coating it thoroughly.

Fascinated by the spectacle before him, Mitch gradually guided his finger into his brother, eliciting a long, low moan until he was in as far as he could go. Mitch realized that his own cock had been almost painfully straining at his shorts, so he took advantage of the moment to shove them down freeing his rigid pole. Now much more comfortable, he began to work his finger in and out of his brother's asshole.

"Yes, that's it. Oh, fuck, Mitch. Right there. Do you feel that?" Randy breathed as Mitch finger-fucked him. "Right there, no, yes, there. Do you feel that?" Mitch felt sensation of something more rigid than the soft, warm tissue of his brother's ass as he curled his finger upward slightly.

"Push there, rub there." Randy moaned.

As Mitch massaged his brother's prostate, he noticed a steady flow of clear fluid from Randy's pole. Not knowing for certain if it was what he had been wanting, he moved to, once again, close his lips tightly over the head and was practically drinking Randy's pre-cum as it flowed into his mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Mitch, I'm gonna cum. Please, don't stop." Mitch had no intention of stopping, knowing full well what that meant. He was going to make Randy cum in his mouth and he was going to eagerly savor the load and swallow it without a second thought.

Randy's ass began to pulse and contract around Mitch's probing finger as a torrent of hot cum shot, spurt after spurt, into Mitch's accommodating mouth. Mitch clamped his lips tightly around the head of his brother's cock as he continued to pump cum, filling Mitch's mouth. As Randy's orgasm subsided, Mitch was able to swallow a portion of his brother's cum. The remainder he kept in his mouth, savoring the new and unexpected rich and slightly salty flavor. Another swallow as he withdrew his finger from his brother's ass, keeping Randy firmly in his mouth as the throbbing of his erection began to lessen, using his right hand to coax the last drops of cum onto his tongue.

Randy, breathing heavily, became aware of the somewhat empty feeling in his ass. He had just had the most intense, powerful orgasm of his life but knew that he wanted to feel the fullness again.

"Mitch, I need you to fuck me now." Randy pleaded.

"Hell, yes." Mitch answered, still reeling from the idea of having given his brother head, his cock aching.

Randy reached over to the side of their shared van seat and grabbed the adjustment handle, pushing the back of the seat as far as it would go and then scooted down so his ass was halfway hanging off the edge. He propped his right leg up on the window frame of the sliding door, giving full access to Mitch who was adjusting the pillow at his knees to bring himself closer.

"Use the lube." Randy offered. Mitch picked up the small bottle and applied a generous coating to his twitching member. He applied another squirt to his swollen cockhead and set the bottle aside. Carefully, he guided his cock towards his brothers aching, eager hole.

"Are you sure about this, Rand?" Mitch asked.

"Oh god, please fuck me, Mitch. I need it." Randy hissed, afraid his voice might carry to their unsuspecting father just feet away.

Without another word, Mitch brought his lubed dick in line with Randy's dark, puckered hole and began to spread the lube in languid circles. When he saw that Randy's ass was well coated, he began to ease his cock in. Randy let out a low moan as more and more of Mitch's cock disappeared. Inch by inch, Mitch inserted himself fully until his hips came to rest against Randy's ass. He held himself, balls deep in his brother for a moment and then eased back almost his entire length, keeping his mushroom head inside the tight ring of Randy's hole. He pushed himself back in as far as he could, but a little bit faster and Randy let out a gasp. Setting a steady rhythm, Mitch began dutifully fucking his younger brothers willing ass.

"Oh, Mitch, please, a little faster, please fuck me." Randy was gripping the armrests of the seat as he swung his left leg up to Mitch's shoulder. Mitch obliged by holding Randy's thigh and pulling himself closer with each thrust.

"Shit, Rand, your still hard as a rock." Mitch reached out with his free left hand to stroke Randy's dick in time with his hips pounding deep into his brother.

"Mitch, oh, cum in me, Mitch. I want to feel you cum. Jack me off, Mitch. I want to cum when you cum in my ass. Please" Randy's breath was becoming ragged as wave after wave of pleasure rolled though his body. Mitch continued to stroke his brother's cock, listening to his breathing, waiting for the familiar sounds of impending orgasm. As Randy got closer and closer, Mitch could feel the rhythmic contractions of Randy's asshole around his prick.

"I'm going to cum, Rand." Mitch breathed. He increased his pace of both fucking and stroking.

"God, yes, Mitch. Me, too." Randy's whole body tensed and shuddered as ropes of warm cum shot from his cock onto his abdomen. Seeing Randy cum pushed Mitch over the edge and with a stifled grunt, thrust his cock to the root in Randy's ass, twitching and throbbing as he filled his brother with his cum for the second time.

The brothers held still for a few moments, both basking in the exhilaration of their orgasms but also to ensure that their father hadn't heard. As Randy lowered his legs from Mitch's shoulder and the window frame, Mitch gently withdrew his deflating cock. Seizing an opportunity, Mitch bent down to clean the small pools of cum on Randy's belly, savoring each taste, a taste he knew that he was going to enjoy as often as possible. Randy watched as his big brother greedily lapped up his semen, shocked at the display but also excited at the prospect of having a willing cocksucker close by.

Mitch and Randy slowly dressed and sat quietly until their father shouted over the mattress and the road noise. "We're about fifteen minutes to Mitch's apartment. You guys still ok back there?"

"We are fantastic." Mitch shouted back.