Wednesday Night – Brothers
Ryan followed Jack upstairs to his bedroom. The hallway still smelled like sex. Jack’s room was a disaster---the sheets were stiff with dried cum, the air heavy with the scent of dozens of men.
Jack sat on the edge of his bed, looking small and soft in his clean white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked exactly like the sweet little brother Ryan had always known. The contrast with what he now knew Jack had done was dizzying.
Jack looked up at him with those big blue puppy-dog eyes.
“Are you disappointed in me, Ryan?”
Ryan sat down heavily beside him on the bed. He was much bigger---broad Marine shoulders, thick arms, powerful build. He stared at the floor for a long time, shame burning on his face.
“…No,” he finally said, voice rough. “I’m not disappointed.”
Jack tilted his head, surprised. “You’re not?”
Ryan let out a shaky breath. “I’m… proud of you, actually. And jealous. And in awe.” He laughed bitterly, still looking down. “My sweet little brother, who everyone thought was so innocent… taking on fifty-eight guys in one day. I can’t even wrap my head around it.”
Jack was quiet for a moment, then asked softly, “What about Coach Harlan?”
Ryan’s head snapped up. His face flushed deep red. He looked away again, ashamed.
“Yes. I’m...I'm jealous of him too,” Ryan admitted after a long time, voice barely above a whisper.
The words hung in the air.
Jack’s eyes widened as the full meaning hit him. Coach Harlan had fucked him. And Ryan was jealous. He stared at his big brother---the strong, honorable Marine he had always looked up to---and something clicked.
Jack slowly slid closer on the bed. He reached out and placed his small, soft hand on Ryan’s huge, muscular shoulder. He leaned in until his lips were right next to his brother’s ear and whispered gently:
“I love you, Ryan.”
Ryan turned his head. Their faces were inches apart. He searched Jack’s eyes and saw it---the longing wasn’t brotherly. It was deeper. Hungrier.
“Jack…” Ryan breathed, voice trembling.
They stared at each other for a long, heavy moment. The tension was unbearable.
Ryan made the first move.
He cupped the back of Jack’s head and kissed him. It started slow---tentative, loving---but quickly grew deeper, more desperate. Years of buried feelings poured out between them. Jack melted into the kiss, letting out a soft, sweet moan as their tongues slid together.
Ryan pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Jack’s.
“You’re so, so beautiful Jack. So sweet and angelic. I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed, voice rough with emotion. “I hated myself for it.”
Jack smiled softly, eyes shining. “You don’t have to hate yourself anymore.”
They kissed again, slower this time. Ryan’s big hands roamed gently over Jack’s body, almost reverently. He peeled off Jack’s t-shirt, then his own, revealing his powerful, muscled Marine torso. Jack’s hands explored his brother’s chest and abs with wonder.
Ryan laid Jack down on the bed and kissed his way down his body---neck, chest, stomach---until he reached his little brother’s enormous thick cock. He took it into his mouth lovingly, sucking with slow, deep bobs, savoring every inch.
Jack moaned softly, fingers in Ryan’s hair. “Ryan… that feels so good…”
Ryan spent a long time worshipping his brother’s cock and balls, then gently turned Jack over. He spread his cheeks and ate Jack’s still-swollen, cum-leaking hole with tender hunger, tasting the remnants of the day’s abuse mixed with his little brother’s own flavor.
When he finally pushed inside, it was slow and deep. Ryan fucked Jack with long, loving strokes, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in constant kisses.
“I love you,” Ryan whispered against Jack’s lips as he thrust. “I love you so much.”
Jack wrapped his legs around his big brother, pulling him deeper. “I love you too, Ryan. Fill me up… please.”
Their lovemaking was intense and filthy, but wrapped in genuine affection. Ryan came deep inside his brother with a broken groan. Jack followed shortly after, shooting between their pressed bodies.
They didn’t stop there. They went again---slower, gentler, whispering sweet and dirty things to each other the whole time. Ryan fucked Jack on his side, then let Jack ride him, watching with awe as his little brother bounced on his cock.
By the time they finally collapsed, exhausted and spent, they were tangled together in a sweaty, cum-covered heap.
Ryan held Jack close, stroking his back.
“No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “I’ve got you, little brother.”
Jack nuzzled into Ryan’s broad chest, smiling softly.
“I know.”
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