Brothers with benefits
Forgot to upload this one, maybe part 2 later
Brothers with benefits
Seth the shark struggled to supress a yawn as he lounged in front of the television. He was watching some documentary about wild African ferals. It was mildly interesting, as they usually were, but nothing rich enough to hold his attention on a day as depressingly boring as this one was. He tossed the pick he had been fiddling around in his tooth-filled maw with and moved to change the channel when something caught his attention.
"When the male giraffe wishes to mate, he will approach the female from behind, lower his head, and bash it into her bladder. This promotes-" Seth couldn't help but collapse into an immature giggling fit. He'd have to ask George if he'd ever done that to a girl before, once school was back on. Imagine, if sex was as easy as just being a massively annoying pain in the ars-, err, bladder, to whoever you wanted to fuck. If only it was-...
Seth sat up in a rush. Maybe those animals had the right idea. He looked down at himself, pondering. His chest and armpits were still slick with sweat, and his jock, aside from being his only piece of clothing currently, was also stained from a few days of wear without a wash. One sniff and he knew he smelled of sweat and old cum, as any teenage boy with the house to himself for days on end would. He grinned; it'd be perfect for Damien then.
The shark launched from his well-worn position on the couch, racing around to pull on whatever clothing he could find. A pair of shorts (with a hole for the tail, of course) and a daggy, unbuttoned shirt made for a minimum of public modesty - Perfectly adequate in Seth's mind. He stopped by the front door, making sure one last time his essentials were on him and then, once satisfied, slipped a pair of old thongs on his feet and set off. He groped at the burgeoning bulge in his jock as he walked down the front path, "Soon, bud. Soon."
***
Damien ran his hand past his dorsal fin, looked up from where he sat to the clock on the wall, and sighed. Still three more hours. Not too long, admittedly, but time always seemed to drag on the closer he got to the last thirty minutes. Whoever claimed that time was linear was a damn fool!
'Okay Damien, get your head back in the game. These reports are due by tomorrow afternoon; no more fucking around.' The shark set fingers to keyboard, brows furrowed in determination... and yet any attempt at converting thought to words was half-hearted at best. His head collapsed into his hands in frustration.
'_I hope Seth is okay...'_As much as the boy admonished him for it, Damien couldn't help but worry about his little brother every now and then. He knew - well, hoped - that he was doing the right thing by working as much as he was. They couldn't afford to keep the house, otherwise, and he didn't want to take Seth's home away from him like that, not after everything else. Still, all this work meant he'd been leaving his brother home alone for days on end. Sure, he could cook and clean after himself... most of the time. But that much time alone must be draining for someone so young. If nothing else, Damien just felt guilty. Like Seth needed someone else to disappear from his life...
Well, lamentations make for dismal pay checks! With the brief second wind Damien set to work, fingers tapping a storm upon his well-worn keyboard and -
"JESUS CHRIST!" The shark would have leapt ten feet in the air had he not bashed both knees against the underside of his desk. He buckled over in pain, gritting his teeth and rubbing enthusiastically at his bruised legs. He looked left and right, checking to make sure no one had noticed his sudden outburst, and then looked under his desk.
Sure enough, there Seth was, seemingly paying him no heed as he set to work peeling the older shark's second sock off of his shoe-bare foot. "Oh, hey bro." Seth deigned to look up for a moment, as if to give Damien the modicum of acknowledgement. He seemed far more interested in the what was keeping his hands full, namely Damien's foot. "What the bloody fu-" he interrupted himself with a sharp intake of breath through the nose "What are you doing, Seth!" As he spoke, the elder brother tried to yank his foot away, but Seth was having none of that.
With an arousal-driven strength, Seth held his brother by the ankle, keeping him still. With both socks gone, he was free to dance his fingers upon the flesh of Damien's foot. He played a pattern upon the heel, a slow pitter-patter that gradually crept up along the sole to settle just underneath his toes. His brother's feet were so big - being able to almost encompass his entire face, as he'd discovered one day - so there was a lot for Seth to play with. He pressed the tip of his snout to the crook of space between toe and foot and took a sniff. Clean, but still pungent, just as he liked. His brother had a certain scent about him that Seth hadn't managed to find on anyone else, and it tickled his fancy to no end.
"Seth, please, you're going to get me in trouble! I will b-fffff." Damien bit his lip, sucking in a breath though would have surely become a moan were he anywhere more private. Looking back under his desk, he saw his brother dragging a tongue lengthwise up his foot, leading a journey that began at his heel and ended in a continuous circuit between the gaps of his toes. He gasped as the arousal shot up through his body, culminating in a nagging heat in his loins. "Seth... Seth!!" The teenager looked up at his brother, eyes full with feigned innocence that was spoiled by the toe he was casually smothering in saliva.
"You can't... we can't..." Damien sat back, staring at the ceiling, plagued by a quandary of his own making. The lack of supervision for the moment was taken as a signal by Seth to get to work, and so he did - setting about to slather his brother's grey sole and toes in copious amounts of shark drool. Damien debated with himself, exuding an external unavailability that was troubled only by the occasional moan or wheeze of pleasure. On the one hand, this was terribly stupid and he and Damien could lose everything. On the other hand, he'd been working so much lately that he hardly had the time to pleasure himself, let alone do it with somebody else. Besides, they weren't likely to get caught, not really, as long as he could stay quiet...
He peeked under the desk again, only to find himself unable to stem his sudden blushing. Seth had pulled his pants down to his thighs, exposing himself. The boy's jock bulged out with the strain of containing his erect cock, but it did nothing to contain the second one, which lay chubby and warm against his thigh. The flesh was a mottled grey-white which brightened into a soft pink near the tip and, as Damien found out as his drool-slicked foot was placed firmly upon it, it was hot to the touch. Seth wasted no time in grabbing his brother's other foot, aiming to soak it as he had the first.
"You know," said Seth, trying his best to attempt a sultry voice "we could do this every night. I know you love it. How come you never let me, huh bro?" He punctuated his question by gently nibbling upon the meat of Damien's big toe (and gentle nibbling meant something a little different for a shark than it may have for the majority of other species...). "Because-!" the elder brother took a deep breath, reminding himself to speak as quietly as possible "Because we end up falling asleep way too late. And you always hog my blankets." Seth grinned, and he couldn't help but return a cheeky smile of his own. "Fine, I'll think about it... but, seriously, don't take too long, okay?"
"Well that's all on you, bro. I just thought you could use a hand. Or a foot." Damien rolled his eyes. As much as his brother always touted the importance of selflessness and sacrifice, he'd be damned if the kid didn't get off as much - if not more - than he himself would. Still, he wasn't one to deny a partner his reward for doing his part. He pressed his heel into the base of Seth's meat, grinning at the subsequent squeak, and then completed the motion by pressing the rest of his foot down and completely smothering it.
Damien exhaled a hot breath through his nostrils, snaking a hand between his legs to quickly and unceremoniously unzip his pants and fish out his own twin erections. With one hand set to efficiently pumping his sizable sharkmeat, the other clicked around and brought up a special folder onto his monitor. Not for the first time he thanked whoever or whatever had blessed him with the last cubicle in the row, which made it possible to do as he was doing (and had done on occasion before...). He flicked through a multitude of image sets - mostly twinks and their daddies - and settled on one of a cute, young orca being railed by an older man. Not quite a shark, but close enough.
He settled into a hasty rhythm, jerking furiously for two or three images, and then taking a small break on the next to swap feet for his brother and dial back his steadily approaching orgasm. The shark almost busted a nut on one picture - the orca held his legs together in the air hiding him from view, but his sizable cock and balls peeked through the gap, drooping down just above his puffy, well-used arsehole. He stopped for a few moments after that one, only being reminded to resume the gentle rubbings of his foot by a frustrated grunt from Seth.
Damien took a breath, closed his eyes, and grabbed his dick once more. He flipped to the next picture and- "Hey Damo, have ya done that McCallen report yet? I've been having a bit of... trouble..." For the second time today the shark jolted from his seat, only to bash his poor knees once more upon the underside of his desk. He looked up to see Paul the curly-haired bison, his adjacent co-worker, leaning over the divider that separated them. Paul was looking down at him, frowning, as if he was missing out on some kind of important information. "You okay bud? You look a little flustered."
"Y-yeah, I-" the shark coughed and raised his voice, hoping to hell and back the bison couldn't hear the soft giggling coming from below his desk "Yeah I finished it yesterday, I'm working on the Casey's now." He looked back at his computer screen and horror leapt across his features as he realized Paul was a ten-degree head tilt away from seeing an orca-twink with a ten inch cock stuffing his rear-end. Damien alt-tabbed with lightning speed, but took longer to bring up the folder containing his previous reports. He noticed Seth shifting around between his legs and wished very hard that he would quit it - it was making the screen wobble.
"Damn, you're a fast one Damo, no wonder Sarah likes you so much. Y'know, apart from being a total cougar, of course." Paul snorted, clearly happy with himself. "Anyway, I was wonder-... are you sure you're okay, mate? You look a little off. Tummy problems?" Damien froze, eye twitching. Seth had enveloped one of his fat pricks with the wet, warmness of his mouth. His lips slipped down the shaft with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. The tongue followed suit, gliding over and under and around throbbing flesh, leaving behind a trail of drool. When Seth's snout bumped into his groin, the kid's tongue dove down, slipping between the folds of his slit and wiggling into the tight space between his cocks.
"I-fffhnghn fuck." Damien slipped a hand between his legs and attempted to weakly push his brother away, but as he somewhat expected this only increased the rapidity of his head bobbing. "Uhh, I mean, y-yeah you're right. Look I'll, oooh, ahem, I'll send you my file then finish up here and leave early. Thanks Paul." He very blatantly returned his attention to his computer screen, hoping his friend would catch the hint that the conversation. "Uhh, all right mate. I 'preciate it. You get home quickly now." Paul scratched his head, but returned to his seat nonetheless.
The shark let out a thankful sigh, letting his forehead rest against the monitor for a moment of respite. A shudder crept up his spine once more, this one twice as powerful as the last. He sat back and enjoyed the sensations for a while longer - eyes closed, breaths slow, lips parted slightly. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but he hadn't found someone who could give head as good as Seth did... not to say he couldn't speed things along a little!
Damien's drool-laden foot shuffled up along Seth's smooth thigh, creeping over his slit to land once more upon his turgid length. With a practiced deftness, his two biggest toes split to straddle the boy's length, making for a snug grip to jerk him off with. The sudden attention to his prick made Seth gasp - a brief moment of weakness which was seized without hesitation. With two hands suddenly gripping the back of his head, Seth found himself mercilessly tugged forward, forced to swallow his brother's cock down to its base. There was no time given for adjustment, merely a moment's respite as he was pulled back to the tip. Damien's second cock was gracelessly pulled over and pressed against the first, an immediate doubling in thickness that the poor shark struggled to accommodate as he was forced back down.
He tried to pull away - to say something - but Damien wasn't giving him a chance. Fortunately for Seth, however, his brother's movements were becoming quicker and more erratic - and that meant only one thing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Damien bit back another moan, and though he knew his squeaking chair really was too loud there was nothing he could do about it at this point. He thrust in, once, twice, enraptured by the wet tightness of his brother's throat. "Fuck!" His load came hard and fierce; twin pricks shooting strings of hot seed directly into the kid's stomach. He counted the pumps in his head - five, six, seven - and pulled out, leaving Seth gasping for breath. Eight, nine... ten! The last three shot weakly over his brother's face, coating his snout and forehead and dribbling down from his lips.
As his brother sat back, panting, Seth too sat back on his haunches. As he gasped for air he furiously jerked his right dick, using his Damien's large foot as a masturbatory aid for the left. He growled, humped up, grinding against it. His orgasm was just as fierce, though less powerful, than his partner's. Semen oozed out between the gaps of the shark's foot, or splattered against the back of the desk, leaving mark that would stain if unattended for too long.
Seth gathered his breath, and looked up at his brother when he saw him peaking below the rim of the wooden desk. "Fuck-" "Get dressed and meet me in the lobby. I'll follow right after you; take off early. We can fuck when we get home. And-" Damien pressed his lips up against his brother's, unable to help himself at the sight of his cum-coated face. "I'll even let you top me. Sorry..." He smiled apologetically. "...you. Okay, you're on, Bro."
Seth mopped the cum from his face and wiped it along the back of his pants. He gathered his things, re-clothed, and zipped out of there as stealthily as he had entered the first time. Damien followed suit; packing his things and saying goodbye to his co-workers and a confused looking Paul. His smile was broad, and each thought of what they'd do once they reached home just sent him scooting along that much quicker. He turned the corner out of his office and began the journey home...
***
...they didn't even make it to the front door.