Thursday – Guiding Ryan
Thursday morning brought something none of them had expected.
The street was lined with trucks. Word had spread like a virus through the entire regional construction network. Eighty-seven men showed up---multiple full crews, friends of friends, guys who had driven from neighboring towns after seeing blurry videos and hearing the rumors about the blond twink who took everything.
They couldn’t all fit inside at once. Marco organized shifts: groups of fifteen to twenty men at a time would come inside while the rest waited their turn on the deck or in the yard.
Jack stood at the front door in his tiny white shorts, looking small and overwhelmed but with that familiar soft, wondrous expression. His hole was still tender, but the sight of so many hungry men made his thick cock twitch visibly.
Ryan stood just behind him, trembling. The big, strong Marine looked completely out of his depth---face flushed, hands shaking, eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperate longing.
Jack turned to his brother, took his big hand gently, and squeezed it.
“It’s okay, Ryan,” he whispered lovingly. “I’ve got you. I’ll guide you through every step. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Ryan swallowed hard. “Jack… there’s so many of them…”
“I know,” Jack said softly, leaning up to kiss his brother’s cheek. “But you’ve wanted this for a long time. Let me help you.”
The first group of twenty men filed inside.
Jack led Ryan by the hand into the center of the living room, right in the middle of the circle of horny, sweaty men. The air was already thick with musk.
Jack spoke gently to his brother the entire time, voice soft and reassuring, like a loving guide.
“Start by getting on your knees with me,” Jack whispered, sinking down gracefully. Ryan followed, trembling.
Jack took Ryan’s hand and wrapped it around the first cock that was offered---a thick, veiny one belonging to a burly construction worker in his 40s.
“Stroke it slowly first,” Jack coached. “Feel how hot and heavy it is. That’s good… just like that.”
Ryan’s hand shook as he stroked the stranger’s cock. Jack leaned in and kissed his brother’s neck tenderly.
“You’re doing so well,” Jack murmured. “Now open your mouth. Just the head at first. Taste him.”
Ryan hesitated, breathing fast. Jack gently guided his brother’s head forward until Ryan’s lips wrapped around the fat cockhead.
“That’s it, big brother,” Jack whispered lovingly, stroking Ryan’s hair. “Suck on it gently. Use your tongue. He tastes strong, doesn’t he? That’s what real men taste like.”
Ryan moaned around the cock, eyes watering but clearly lost in it. Jack stayed right beside him, whispering encouragement the whole time.
When the man started face-fucking Ryan, Jack held his brother’s head steady and reassured him. “Relax your throat… breathe through your nose… you’re doing perfect.”
They moved Ryan to the couch next. Jack helped him out of his pants, revealing his hard, leaking Marine cock.
“Lie back,” Jack said softly. “Let them use you.”
One by one, men stepped up and slid into Ryan’s tight ass. Jack stayed right there, holding his brother’s hand, kissing him, whispering filthy but loving instructions.
“Push back against him… feel how deep he is? That’s good. Let him breed you.”
Ryan was a mess---moaning, trembling, overwhelmed---but Jack never left his side. He comforted him through every new cock, every load pumped into him, every time a man sat on his face.
When Ryan looked scared or unsure, Jack would lean in and whisper, “I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you, Ryan.”
At one point, while a thick older man was balls-deep in Ryan, Jack straddled his brother’s face and let him eat his own still-sore hole, all while whispering praise.
“You’re finally getting what you always wanted,” Jack said lovingly. “My strong big brother taking cock like a good boy.”
The shifts continued all day and into the night. Ryan took load after load---in his mouth, in his ass, across his muscular body. Jack stayed with him the entire time, guiding, comforting, and participating.
By the time the last group finished late that night, both brothers were completely destroyed---covered in cum, holes gaping, bodies exhausted.
Jack curled up beside Ryan on the ruined couch, gently stroking his brother’s chest.
“You were amazing today,” Jack whispered, a tiny smile playing on his lips. “I think you just set a new record.”
Ryan, voice hoarse and broken, pulled his little brother close.
“I love you, Jack.”
Jack smiled softly against Ryan’s neck.
“I love you too.”
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