Archive-name: Samesex/seanrya2.mm
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Archive-title: Sean & Ryan - Solo


     Ryan lay back on his bed, the soft afternoon light filtering
through the curtains, bathing his naked young body in a soft glow. 
He had managed to delay his orgasm while watching his big brother
Sean jerking off, and now Ryan's raging hard-on demanded attention
and satisfaction.  Ryan fantasized as he jerked himself off; he
thought about how it would feel to stroke his brother's cock and
how it would feel when Sean stroked him.  Ryan imagined lying in
bed with Sean, feeling his body and Sean's pressed toge-ther
tightly.  The way their bodies would fit into one another. He
thought about kissing Sean: not just an ordinary everyday kiss he
sometimes gave Sean; a deep, searching kiss he had never given
anyone before.  Passionate, open-mouthed tongue-fuckings, their
mouthes and lips clamped tightly together in carnal bliss.   The
ceiling fan turned lazily, barely stirring the suddenly languid air
in Ryan's bedroom.  The temperature in the room had turned abruptly
noticeably warmer, yet Ryan shivered -- likely in anticipation.  He
still had the two pairs of soiled underwear with him, and they lay
within easy reach of him on the pillow beside his head.  Ryan
picked up his brother's and placed it back in his own mouth,
chewing and tasting the material.  He couldn't help but sniff at
the cotton pouch, inhaling the intoxicating smell of Sean's crotch. 
It smelled a lot like his own crotch, hot and sexy, the salty tang
of male sweat mixed with the rich aroma of teenage cum.  He rubbed
his own damp soiled underwear all over his trim young chest,
feeling his erect nipples and mas-saging his pectoral muscles.  He
turned his nose down to his own armpit and sniffed, inhaling the
very masculine odor of his own young sweat.  Slowly, tentatively,
he extended his tongue out and licked his armpit.  The wet tickling
sensation excited him as his hot wet tongue snaked through his
sparse underarm hair, licking out the sweat.
     One hand on his massive loverod, the other up and behind his
head to expose his ripe armpit, Ryan stroked and licked himself,
imagining what it would be like to do this with Sean.  Sean had a
lot more hair under his arms, and Ryan would really enjoy licking
out his brother's armpits, smelling and tasting them.  Ryan was
really getting turned on by the smells and tastes of his own body,
and he was sure he would be just as turned on by the smells and
tastes of another boy's body -- especially his big brother's. He
began to lick other parts of his body, any part he could get his
mouth on.  He licked his arms and sucked on his fingertips, one at
a time.  He bent over and licked the inside of his thighs,
massaging his calf muscles.  Ryan had been on the track team at
school and his legs were well muscled.  Perfect for fucking, he
thought as he caressed his hips and squeezed his asscheeks.  He
licked the soles of his feet, sucking on his toes, one at a time.
All the time, he was thinking of Sean, and how much he'd love to do
this all with Sean.
     Gradually, Ryan began stroking himself faster.  Frantically he
pumped his throbbingly hard cockmeat.  He wanted to shoot his cum
onto his chest, just like Sean had done.  Then he felt the familiar
itch at the base of his prick.  His entire shaft went incredibly
rigid, harder than he'd ever felt it.  His churning balls throbbed
as they drew up close to his body.  An indescri-bable feeling of
intense pleasure began to spread and intensify throughout his groin
as the cum rushed up his throbbing cock shaft.  The head of his
dick was swollen with blood as he fever-ishly fingered the
hypersensitive ridge with his saliva-coated fingertips.  He wished
it was Sean's tongue and not just his own fingers that was
ravishing his prick and urging him to cum.  He wished it was Sean's
tight ass that was gripping his raging shaft instead of just his
own hands.  That would be the only thing to heighten the sensations
of pure pleasure Ryan was feeling.       Then, Ryan began
orgasming.  Grinding his hips into the matt-ress, his achingly
hardened cock shot loads and loads of hot cum-cream onto his body. 
Ryan pumped out what seemed to him like gallons of boiling boyjuice
from his overheated cock and balls. His molten manjuice hit him
full in the face, coating his face with deliciously slimy sperm-
sauce, matting his hair and running in streams over his chest and
shoulders.  He opened his mouth and caught several salvos of thick
creamy cum in his mouth, his hips bucking with fervent desire, the
cum spraying all over the bed like some obscene firehose spray. 
Ryan felt like it would never end, and he hoped that it wouldn't. 
He had never had an orgasm that intense before in his life; he felt
like his whole body was in orgasm as he spewed out his cum all over
the place.
     When the waves of pleasure finally subsided and the geyser of
fresh fuckjuice finally died down, Ryan lay on his bed, feeling
completely spent.  There was cum everywhere; on his legs, on his
chest, his arms, his face, his hair, in his mouth, in his throat,
on his tongue, the bed, the sheets, the floor...inside the mutual
closet that connected both rooms, Sean's eyes grew wide at the
spectacle.  Now, he thought, now I definitely want him.  I'm going
to have him.  Sean slipped back into his own room and patt-ed the
thick bulge in his jockstrap.
     Yes, they both thought, I'm definitely going to have a talk
with my brother...

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