Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2023 21:23:01 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 21 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 21 by Underjug & TheRealCOG M/b, con, oral, anal ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Kent MacTiernan scrubbed Ryder's back gently under the spray of water. The two had had a rigorous game of one-on-one over at the basketball court and had returned to the apartment. It'd been a fun Big and Little Day, which Kent always looked forward to. He loved all the Brothers, but his time alone with Ryder was special. Especially after the last few tumultuous weeks. His Little remained quiet during the shower. In fact, he'd been a bit moody since Kent had picked him up from school. The man had thought the boy would snap out of it, but the disquiet still lingered. "Everything ok, doofus? You've seemed distracted all day." Ryder Strauss snapped to attention, suddenly aware both him and his Big were boned up but hadn't done anything about it. Santi had been a huge influence on the Brotherhood, showing the boys the art of sensuality without the need to jump straight to sex. The caressing of Kent's hand on his back felt nice. "It's just, Brandon's kinda... you know... like, worried after everything that's happened." The boy was comforted by the adult's tender kiss on his lips. "There have been some big changes, no doubt." "Are you ok yourself, really?" "Let me take care of my Little first." Ryder smiled all grateful. Over the last several months, the sixth grader had behaved more maturer around Kent, but right now he was a kid in need of his Big Brother. "Brandon's worried that... what happened to practically all of you is, like, gonna happen to us." Kent turned Ryder to him, casting a sincere and comforting smile. "I don't think it will." "But Russell and Hudson..." "A long-distance relationship is tough. But you see how happy Russell is for Hudson. I think they both knew it was temporary. They just enjoyed it for what it was." Ryder shrugged one bony shoulder. "And before them Scott and Santi..." That was harder for Kent to explain, because he'd hoped the other couple could make it work. "I know - that was rough. But even if their relationship didn't last, it brought them a lot of joy and it did help them both realize a lot about themselves." "And-" "Look, Ryder, you can't worry about what may go wrong. I believe what you and Brandon have is real and strong. I see the way you are with each other. I think you've got what it takes for the long haul." The words of encouragement had a calming effect on Ryder. Of course his Big was right. Brandon was anxious for no reason - the two of them were meant to be a couple. Nothing could ever change how they felt about one another. "Thanks, Big," Ryder said, wrapping his fingers around the massive hard-on. "You know just what to say." In silent gratitude, the Little took the man's cock in his mouth and set about pleasuring him with tender oral. The first droplets of precome told the gradeschooler he was right to meet Kent's words with male sensuality. Ryder felt strong hands on the back of his head. The blond boy gazed upward with affection. Their eyes met. Slowly, he bobbed back and forth, drinking down the steady flow. Kent was aware how affectionate and sweet Ryder had been, more so even than usual since his breakup with Clint. Despite the constant and genuine reassurances that he was fine, the Big knew his Little worried. "That's so good," Kent murmured as the youngster expertly serviced him. It didn't take long, of course, with such loving care, for the man to blow his load down the kid's throat. The two then shared a kiss before finishing their shower and returning to the bedroom where they curled up together. "Maybe you should date Rex," Ryder suggested. "You always say how, like, there's more to him than the face he shows us, and I know you're right 'cause I seen it too. I bet being boyfriends would be good for Rex." "I told you, doofus, I'm not looking to date anyone right now." "But..." "It's sweet of you to worry, but there's no need. I'm fine." Ryder peered at Kent's face for any sign of pain being covered up. But he could clearly see his Big was somehow at peace. Of course, it didn't stop the former summer boyfriend from still worrying, just a bit. With a whole bunch of sympathy, he kissed the middleschool phys. ed. teacher. A smile played on Kent's lips - not like he was trying to reassure the boy, more like he'd actually found a kind of Happy Place. "Well, you know I'll always, like, be there for you, right?" Ryder announced after his Big had returned the favor with a blowjob and his little dick had twitched with its dry cum. "And I'll always be there for you, doofus," Kent said firmly. ***** "All right, everyone, pay attention. This is the half-nelson hold," Kent explained, demonstrating on Rex. He looked around the den... ...Ryder was, of course, riveted despite having mastered the hold some time back. The avid wrestler was always looking to discover some new trick he hadn't picked up on. Beside him, Brandon was equally attentive, but his grin seemed to suggest short stack simply found the sight of a naked punk boy pinned by his coach to be a major turn-on. Kent had given the Brothers the choice, and naturally they'd insisted the wrestling lessons be held in true Greek style. ...Scott kept looking back and forth between the demonstration and Jacob, who was sitting fully clothed on the couch with an amused look on his face. Fidget had grown more comfortable with his friend's platonic presence in the group, but sometimes it still weirded him out. ...Russell watched attentively, ever the good student, though it was obvious his heart really wasn't in it. Still, it was a fun chance to bond with his Brothers, so string bean was content to join in. "You sure this isn't foreplay, mate?" Rex asked. "Quiet, rough trade," Kent murmured. "May I sit here?" Santi asked Jacob. "Sure, no prob," the 12-year-old African-American said. "You not wrestling?" "I'm not a fan of sports and I dislike violence," sweet pepper told him. "Kent respects my feelings." "Ah, cool. Still, you're naked." Santi smiled pleasantly. "It is my way to show solidarity with my Brothers." "Cool, just glad that ain't a rule around here," thumper replied with a big grin. "I like to keep my clothes on." Kent announced, still holding Rex firmly in place, "Ok, short stack, I want you to try the hold out on fidget." "Sure, coach," Brandon said. "What, me? Huh?" Scott asked, whipping his head around. Scott St. James lifted his arm off Clint's shoulder. "You can do this, boyfriend," the 10-year-old Welsh brother said super encouraging. "Shyeah, ok." The blond athletic eighth grader still wasn't kinda used to being called that word by the boy who was supposed to be his little bro. A quick glance at Santi's smiling face was proof his Latino ex- partner was fine with the new relationship. Soon after his 13th birthday, Scott had been sat down by the cute fey boy and told it was unfair that Santi was trying to make him into someone he wasn't. That maybe Santi had a picture in his head of what they were supposed to be instead of the realness of what they were. Truthfully, what Scott had been told was a bit confusing. Everything had seemed pretty fine between them. And then the jock had started wondering if he'd done something wrong for Santi to talk about maybe breaking up. "Mi amor, you have been a wonderful partner," Santi had said all soft and everything. "You are fine the way you are. But perhaps I have put expectations on us that cannot be fulfilled." Part of it was that Scott totally loved his threesomes. It was kinda his thing. And Santi was the romantic one and realized deep down he was looking for more of a one-on-one relationship. Suddenly, Scott was thrown down onto the mat! "Whoa!" "Ha, I'm stronger than my twin!" Brandon laughed, putting him in a half-nelson. Scott had been so lost in his thoughts he'd forgot they were in the middle of the wrestling lesson. "Let's go again," Scott said like a dare. Clint shouted, "Come on, Scott, I got faith in you!" And ya-no, then there was the Clintster. Him and Scott and Kent had been in a threesome the next day after his talk with Santi. As soon as Big had shot his gusher up Scott's ass and the quarterback had fed his own load to the come-hungry boy, there was something said by Kent that was also like a "we need to talk" tone. Kent looked up at the Brothers in the den. "Ok, now - Clint, you use the hold on Ryder. I know it's tough for you, doofus, but you need to let big mouth practice on you. We'll do a match later where you can show off your skills." Ryder grinned from ear to ear. "It's fine!" He flexed his barely-noticeable biceps. "Let's go, Clint, show me what you got!" That was a huge relief to Kent and he was so proud of his Little. The former college grappler had been teaching the boy a lot of tricks of the wrestling game, but the most important lesson was good sportsmanship. Ryder was quite competitive when it came to his favorite sport, so it was nice to see the go-getter let the novice put him in the hold, mimicking Kent's position with Rex. "I swear I'd better get a blowjob out of this," the British youth muttered, though he was still smirking. "Later." Kent caught Clint eying him and then quickly looking away. He knew his former boyfriend felt guilty and he wished the kid didn't. Their relationship had been over already, an "amical severation" as Clint had called it. But then the Welsh middle brother had started up with Scott soon afterward. The sweet boy seemed to still worry about betraying Kent, but the man didn't feel that way at all. He was happy because Clint and Scott were happy. That was, Kent had come to realize, what he needed to focus on - seeing to it all Brothers were as fulfilled in their lives as possible. Clint Welsh looked up at Ryder. "Thanks for being good about helping me." "No prob, let's go again." It'd been a surprise, and strangely not a surprise, for Clint to have heard the words from Kent - "I love you so much, big mouth. But I feel I'm better for you - for you all - as a big brother." All the clues had been staring Clint in the face; he just hadn't put them together. The boy had thought he was supposed to be a bottom, and even though he'd tried so many times, the incredible feeling Ryder and Brandon and even Scott had said they got from being fucked just never happened for Clint. Then there was the growing number of boys in the Brotherhood. Though Kent had made time to be in a relationship, it seemed like his life's calling was to be available for all the Brothers. On top of this, Clint had gone over all of his moments with his new partner. Scott had been made an honorary Welsh brother by Brandon - the story being that Scott and Brandon were twins at birth, with the quarterback born three minutes before the pitcher. So supposedly it seemed like Clint had been acting like a little brother to Scott. But the truth was, he and Scott had akshully been interested in each other and just didn't know it. Like Clint being obsessed with playing with Scott's fidget spinner. Or Clint being chosen by Scott to hand out Christmas presents. Or Clint being worried about Scott during the whole thing with Jacob. It wasn't Clint looking up to Scott like a sibling... The boy who was supposed to be the little brother was IN LOVE with the teen who was supposed to be his big brother. Once everyone had managed the wrestling hold a few times and seemed to have it down, Kent started with some simple matches. Brandon, oversure of his skills and underestimating Scott, found himself pinned in a few seconds. It didn't surprise Kent, though. Scott might not have been the strongest thinker in the group, but the boy had always been the first to understand and memorize the plays for the football team. When he applied himself, fidget never failed to deliver. Rex and Russell's bout was more interesting. Kent had been ready to step in if the rowdy punk got too aggressive, but once more rough trade surprised him. The pale-skinned boy managed to get the Mormon boy into a hold, but didn't get carried away, just holding string bean in place as Kent had done with him. Though, naturally, Rex capped his victory with "Guess you gotta suck me now." Santi, on the couch beside Jacob, sighed heavily at that. "I swear that boy is the most vulgar person I've ever met. It's as if he was raised by wolves." Jacob snickered. "He's not that bad." "You haven't seen his table manners. And the things he says about our teachers! And his taste in music is impossible." The Black boy eyed him with a smirk. "Uh-huh. He does all that to get a rise out of people." Brandon said with a sparkle in his eyes, "Well, now that we've all wrestled with each other and seen who's the best an' such, there's only one match left." Kent furrowed his brow. "Which one is that?" "All of us 'gainst you. Get 'im!" The muscled teacher laughed as the boys piled on, dragging him to the ground like a pack of playful puppies. Even a grinning Santi came over to help pin their mentor down. Jacob Reynolds shook his head at the athletic man in a body suit of naked little dudes. "Special K, you got a unique way of coaching, I'll give you that." "Shyeah, c'mon in, Jacob!" Scott shouted. "Ya, Jacob, the water's fine!" Brandon chuckled. "Nah, I gotta be somewhere," the dark-skinned youth said while gathering his things. "We'll stop, Jacob, if this is too much!" Clint offered helpfully. "It's not that," Jacob explained, "I've got an audition!" "Really, thumper?" Kent said with eyebrows raised. "I decided what the hell, I'm going for it, what do I got to lose?" All at once, a herd of butt-naked boys rushed Jacob, patting him on the back and offering fistbumps. "That's awesome!" "Good luck!" "You say 'break a leg,' never good luck." "You'll nail that audition!" Jacob smiled gratefully at his Brothers. Perhaps he was more of an outsider with his sexuality, but these guys made the middleschooler feel like one of the group. "Thanks, everyone, I'll let you know how it went!" Brandon grinned after Jacob stepped out the door. "Well.... Now that he's gone..." Ryder giggled. "Chug chug chug!" "Oh yeah!" Rex enthused. "Chug chug chug!" Soon all the Brothers had taken up the chant and a laughing Kent nodded and stripped down to play their new favorite game. It was sexy as fuck, of course, but also sweetly endearing how much the boys loved this naughty sport they'd come up with. "Get to work, little bro," Scott said with a good-natured smile, mussing Brandon's hair. "Yeah yeah," the pitcher groused. Since Brandon had won the previous game among the lightweights, the rules they'd made up dictated he had to act as the pace boy. Usually it would have been the winning Brother from the younger division, the featherweights, to relieve Kent of his overly powerful gusher. But the addition of Rex had forced a rule change, since the lightweights were now comprised of four instead of three members, and for today's contest it was Scott, Russell and Rex competing to see who could swallow the most come from Kent's fairly equal triple gushes. So Brandon as the pace boy got down on his knees, smirked up at the man and went down on him to the root. A gratifying gasp escaped Kent's throat at the skilled suckjob that commenced. Russell Young chanted "chug chug chug" along with the other Brothers. The blond 12-year-old Latter Day Saint was unsure at first whether he'd enjoy these chugging contests, but ever since baseball had come into his life, a corresponding competitive streak had begun to emerge. Santi, wearing nothing but a sympathetic smile, sat down beside him on the new second couch. "How are you doing, Hermano? Valentine's is in three days and we are now both bachelors." "That's true," Russell replied. "Are you sad about not being together with Hudson?" "I'm honestly still happy for him." At the Christmas gathering, Hudson had mentioned how his big brother, Derrick, had befriended a fellow wrestler on his college team by the same name, so to avoid confusion the friend was referred to as Derrick II. "Derrick II's actually pretty cool," Hudson had said during his visit. "Derrick says he thinks Derrick II might be gay but is afraid to come out of the closet." As it turned out, the suspicions about Derrick II had been correct. The jock friend had also taken a liking to Hudson after finding out what the curly-haired gradeschooler wanted in a horny, bossy, big bro type. The two couldn't be more perfect for each other. Russell told Santi, as the chanting in the den continued and Brandon was bringing Big closer to his climax, "Our love burned bright and we understood, with our relationship being long distance, it might not last. But Hud will always be my first boyfriend and I'll always cherish him." "It sounds like we're both in a good place," observed Santi. "And anyway, now that baseball season's ramping up and Kent's coaching our team, I want to put my focus on our practices and improving myself as a player." The Brothers burst into a cheer as Big growled out his orgasm. "HHHHHHHRRRRRR!" Scott teased, "Ya-no, that's a solid C hummer!" Brandon released the horse cock from his mouth, jizz dripping off his chin, "Hey, it's a C+ at the very least!" Ryder chuckled, "Good thing the pace boy doesn't, like, get graded!" "Time to show you how it's done, lil bro," Scott said. Brandon affectionately flipped him off. "I'm a rubber dildo and you're spooge. Whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you." This time Kent was ready for the next competitor without the need for a break. Kneeling between the coach's thighs, Scott tilted his head from side to side, like he was stretching before a match. Kent couldn't help but chuckle. The blond QB had come a long, long way from the nervous boy unprepared to confront his gayness. The sexy smirk from the handsome young teen was enough to get Kent boned up again. "Looooook here, everyone, gonna get me an A+ tonight," fidget said and swallowed his coach's erection whole. "Ya missed some," Rex pointed out to Brandon. Short stack rubbed his chin. "Huh? Where?" Rough trade leaned in and licked the remaining dollop of come off the boy's chest. "My favorite kind of frosting." "You know, that's sort of my job," Ryder said. "But that was hot, so, like, I'll allow it." Rex chuckled and gave doofus a playful kiss. "There, see? I can share." "The orgy is after the game!" big mouth objected. Kent smiled but kept his focus on the gorgeous hottie bobbing up and down in a frenzy. If the boys were being graded on effort alone, the man would have to say fidget was earning his A+. Rex Jameson joined the other Brothers in the "chug" chant until Mac blew his wad. Most everybody called out "B+!" (and predictably the junior meathead's new squeeze Clint was more generous with his "A-"). No one had gotten an "A" yet, since even the triple gushes had plenty of batter, and only Ryder held the sole and contentious grade of "A-." Rex had managed nothing greater than a "B," yet he shouted, "All right, mates, let the master show you how it's done!" Kent was allowed a timeout to let his balls recharge and soon afterward the punker was settling on his knees between those two fit legs to bob for apples. Fucking hell, Rex was still getting into trouble at school and a couple times Mac had to bail him out by planting reasonable doubt about him being the culprit. There was that cunt of a librarian who'd made some bible-thumping criticism of his cool tee shirt and he still hated his math teacher with every ounce of his being - so both those sods had faced his wrath of justice with underhanded pranks. Still, Rex had found himself stirring up shit just a little less than usual. Maybe it had to do with this Brotherhood. Jameson still considered himself the black sheep, but it didn't actually suck to belong to a club with blokes who knew how to make other blokes feel fucking awesome. Kent sighed happily. Rex's technique was that he had no technique, which was in and of itself endearing. Rough trade just went to town, sucking and slurping with abandon while his friends chanted "chug chug chug." The pale-skinned punk's expression was one of utter bliss, though, like he didn't even care about the competition. For all his bluster and attitude, Rex was so happy to be able get to do this. Kent still found rough trade to be an adorable mess of contradictions, but most of all, he was delighted to see the kid flourishing with some positive influences in his life. "Looks like Big's gonna blow," Ryder said from where he was perched on Brandon's naked lap. His Little knew him so well - Kent had learned not to hold back during the games, so he just relaxed and let himself go, fountaining another load of jizz into an eager mouth. Rex gulped and choked a bit, losing the third spasm down his chin. His eyes were bright with glee, though, in spite of his poor finish. Ryder watched with amusement as rough trade jumped to his feet after the grading was done. The British boy exclaimed in a mock-accusatory tone at the group, "Oh, C+, you're all wankers!" "Ya-no, clean-up on Aisle Rex," Scott shot back. "We should take pity an' bump it up to a B-." "I shall own my underachieving C+ with pride!" Rex announced and suddenly big mouth was helping to clean him off, since the featherweights were excluded from cocksucking for this evening's contest. Russell was up next and though string bean still blushed when going down on Kent, he resurfaced with a near-consensus "A-"! Ryder's record had been duplicated! The reward was bestowed upon Russell - he had the power to dictate who was having sex with who. ***** Kent stood behind the backstop while surveying the baseball team he'd assembled. The coach wasn't all that hopeful. Other than Brandon, he only had perhaps two good players - one being Russell and one more with some raw potential. It was going to take a lot of work to get the team into shape enough to be competitive. Which was, Kent reminded himself, fine. It wasn't all about the wins. It was about teamwork and sportsmanship. Sometimes, the most important thing one could learn was how to act when things didn't go your way. So far, their practices had been very taxing on Kent's patience. "Strike him out!" Scott crowed from the bleachers. Even though it was only practice, many of the Brothers had insisted on showing up to support Brandon and Russell. Which was perhaps the best part of all, as far as Kent was concerned. Even Santi was there with a garishly decorated banner that read "Sharks eat other teams whole!" Brandon struck out Patrick Franks, which was not much of a challenge, really. Then Russell came up to the plate, looking quite smart in his brand-new uniform. He adjusted his helmet and settled into his stance with a look of immense concentration. Brandon gave his Brother a smirk that clearly said "welcome to the team and no I'm not going easy on you." Yet and still, after one strike, Russell nailed the pitcher's fastball and sent it flying into left field. "Go RUS-SELL!" an unfamiliar voice shouted before the others started cheering. The coach glanced over at the stands and saw an older teen, high school age, wearing a ballcap and shades. His features were so similar to Russell's that it didn't take the man long to realize it had to be one of the older Young siblings. Kent filed that info away to process later and focused on shouting at the outfielder to get the ball to the third baseman. Brandon Welsh let himself disappear completely into the practice game. Not only was the sport exactly what he was meant for, but it also allowed him to stop worrying about his relationship with Ryder. Dammit all to hell, Santi dumping Scott was one thing. But then coach and his little bro called it quits. Next was Russ and Hud. It was too much for the 12-year-old to bear. The love he had was strong and the thought of losing Ryder... All Brandon had to do was strike out the next batter. He signaled the catcher. Nodded. And threw the ball. "Strike one!" Brandon had been convinced all the Brothers who were in relationships had found their soulmate. So then... How could Clint suddenly be with Scott? And why was Hud with some college bro? Just as important, why was Kent SINGLE?! "Strike two!" None of it made sense to the oldest Welsh brother. Well, not THE oldest. That honor now belonged to Scott. Brandon had adopted him as his twin brother. It just felt right, since both middleschoolers were athletes. And Scott fit in perfectly with the Welshes. But Scott was no longer with Santi and in no time flat had hooked up with Clint. Did that mean gay relationships meant nothing? "Strike three! You're out!" If everyone was interchangeable, how could Brandon and Ryder be forever? Scott stood at the front of the bleachers, cupping the sides of his mouth. "Nice arm there!" Suddenly, there was a tug at his shirt. He looked down to see seven-year-old Dixon Welsh who'd just arrived with his bud Christian Young. "Hey, what's up, kid bro?" Dixon was the little brother, but ever since Scott had got unofficially adopted into the Welshes, the rule was whenever the new twin big bro was around, Clint got moved down from middle bro to little bro, and Dixon from little bro to kid bro. It was complicated but kinda fun, least for Scott. "U-Um, big bro," Dixon started saying, "I can't ask Brandon 'cause he's busy, but instead of stopping to watch practice can me and Christian go to the house and watch our show?" "Ya-no, ok, but stay there, don't go nowhere, we're headin' over right after they're finished. What show is it, yer SPACE PALS?" Christian was like, "No, that's getting too little for us. We're watching this new anime show called MASAMUNE." "Shyeah, I heard that one was pretty good." Scott ruffled the boys' hair and he noticed Christian blush and put on a shy smile. Even Dixon, who Brandon said could be mouthy, was super polite whenever Scott was around. "Th-Thank you, big brother, we promise we'll just watch the show." The kids were off and Scott turned back to the game. Kent watched Brandon carefully. The next pitch nearly clipped Warren in the hip, but the batter managed to jump out of the way. The man called a timeout and headed over to the mound. "Sorry, coach," Brandon said, breathing heavy. He raised his gloved hand. "Sorry, Warren!" Warren held up a hand to signal it was fine. "You need a break?" Kent asked, eying the pitcher intently. "Naw, I'm good." "'Cause you look a little distracted. Shoulder bothering you?" "Naw, I'm ok, really." "All right. Just wanted to make sure. This is just a practice. No need to push yourself." Santiago Ortiz lowered his homemade sign, as his arms were getting tired. He looked back again to see who had shouted Russell's name, but the teens in the stands were quiet, so it was impossible to recognize the voice. However, Santi did overhear a conversation between Ryder and Clint; though he had no intention of eavesdropping, there was little else to hold his interest except for a fuego guy on the field with gorgeous grey eyes. "And all's, like, good so far with Scott?" asked Ryder. "Yeah, really good," Clint responded. "'Cept I still wish Kent wasn't all by his lonesome." Knowing Scott wasn't broken-hearted was at least some measure of comfort to Santi. The jock had most certainly been confused by the Hispanic boy's decision to end their relationship. That his ex had the capacity to move on in such a short period of time was proof that Santi had made the right decision. "I kinda wish my Big was, like, dating somebody, too," Ryder said. "'Specially around Valentine's." Santi had also tried playing cupid with Kent, suggesting that he deserved someone sweet like Russell, but he'd received the same speech regarding the man's epiphany about his role with the boys, that he was meant to be a Big Brother to them all, even though, of course, he officially held this title with Ryder. Breaking up with Scott wasn't the best timing. Not with the most romantic holiday on the calendar coming up. But it would have been misresponsible of Santi to continue being boyfriends just so that he wouldn't have to be single for Valentine's. Ryder said, "Did you see Brandon, like, looking to Scott to see if he noticed him pitching better?" "He really looks up to him like a big brother," Clint nodded. "Brandon's stopped calling Kent 'teach' and has, like, taken to saying 'coach' - even before Big started managing the baseball team, and I think it's 'cause Scott was calling him 'coach.'" "No, I know. I don't mean to be all spy kid about it or anything, but I noticed that and I think it's solid state." "Don't say I said this, ok, Clint? But Brandon sorta acts around Scott how you used to act around Brandon." "I thought I was the only one who thought that! Yeah, Kent says the reason he thinks Brandon likes being called all those bad words when he gets fucked is 'cause it stops him from acting like our dad and more like a big brother." "Yup." "And so Brandon treats me and Dixon like, you know, real little brothers instead of taking care of us like we're his sons." "Yup." "But with Scott he gets to act like a little brother, too." "You're so smart, Clint." "Well... thanks, Ryder." "No, you are. I'm so happy Kent was boyfriends with you, I really am. 'Cause you see things and you're not afraid to say them. I just thought you were this shy, quiet boy, but Gosh Almighty, it's neat to see you, like, for more than what it seemed you were." "Can I just say it's been good having Brandon being all roughhousing and calling me dweeb and just expecting me to blow him, but it's also good having a big brother like you who I can really talk to, who's nice and who listens and stuff." "I love being that kind of big brother to you." "Is it... Are you ok with being a blanker?" "A what?" "Oh, Brandon and Scott are saying they're 'spunkers' because they can shoot. So when I asked what that makes me, they said a 'blanker.'" "Hee, well, being a blanker's ok. I don't mind." "You're not being a fooler?" "It's, like... I dunno, me and Brandon love being the boyfriends we are. He's like the man in the relationship and he calls me 'kid' and is the top and is the only one who can make sperm. And that's gonna change when I hit puberty, but for now I like that I got an older dude for a boyfriend." Santi didn't mean to be nosy. But he'd learned so much about Brandon and Ryder in this brief conversation. The two of them had something special. And the Latino youth hoped they would be together for the rest of their lives. ***** Things with Jacob had gone into overdrive. His audition had been moderately successful; he'd landed the part of understudy to one of the lead characters. That had been less than what the Black dude had hoped for, but he'd been a trooper and set to learning his lines. However, when he'd arrived at Kent's this evening, it had been with the news that the boy he was understudy for had suddenly needed to head out of state for a family emergency. "So, yer the lead? Awesome!" Scott had cheered, fistbumping his best friend. "Well, one of, yeah. The play's called MANIFEST and my character's name is Justin R. Colter. Oh man, I don't know if I'm ready for this." "You're gonna be amazing," Brandon had told him with conviction. "Yeah, you're going to knock it out of the park," Russell had affirmed. After a lot more celebrations, the boy-loving Brothers had decamped to the bedroom, leaving Jacob alone with Kent. "Not sure if matters to you, thumper, but I'm really proud of you." The actor-to-be smiled, eyes alight. "I can't believe it. Oh man, my head is still spinning." Kent laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You tell your mother?" The lanky tween shrugged and looked away. "I ain't got there yet." In coach's bedroom, Scott was getting a most satisfying beej from Clint while giving a pretty decent one hisself to Brandon. As much as the young jock was into threesomes, his preteen boyfriend lived for giving head. All at once Scott remembered something and popped Brandon's dick outta his mouth. "Dress sharp tomorrow, Clint, I'm takin' ya out for a Valentine dinner." "Fffeefeeee?" Clint said round his shaft. "Shyeaaahhhh, it'll be mmmnnn a nice celebration." "C'mon, big bro," Brandon groaned, "don't leave me hangin'." "Whoops, right," Scott exclaimed and got back to blowing his "younger twin bro." The blond footballer cupped Clint's ears in his hands. It was wild how he was in love with the kid who was supposed to be his lil bro and he didn't even realize it before, even though it was so obvious if he'd thought about it. Scott remembered something else. "Clint?" "Mm?" "I feel bad 'bout Jacob. S'ok if we duck outta th' orgy early?" "Mm-hmmm." "I know that look, don'tcha worry, we won't leave 'til ya get my spurt." "Ffank foo." "My pleasure, boyfriend." "Ahem, getting blue-balled myself, bro." "Right, right," Scott said, popping the pitcher's boner back into his mouth. Kent was surprised when Scott and Clint came out of the bedroom, still naked. The sounds drifting out of the master suite suggested the rest of the boys were still happily going at it. From the way fidget was licking his lips, it was pretty clear he'd at least gotten a little action. "Hey guys, everything ok?" Kent asked from where he sat on the couch. "Ya-no, everything's cool," Scott replied. "Just takin' a break, thought we'd see whacha two are up to." "Just running lines with our superstar," the coach said. Jacob snickered. "Yeah, Special K's helping me out. I got a lot to memorize. You guys want to join us?" "Ya-no, I'm no actor," the blond boy said. "You know I never even got, like, th' little tree in the school play." "I'll do it!" Clint jumped in and plopped down on the couch beside the fully-clothed Black boy. Kent was joined on the other couch by Scott, who was smiling happily seeing his friend doing something he really seemed to enjoy. The teacher gave fidget a wink but otherwise made himself focus on helping thumper with his lines. Plenty of time to bend the sexy athlete over later on. "Thanks for those new baseball uniforms, by the way," Kent murmured quietly in Scott's ear. Fidget blushed. "Well.... I figgered since my dad got new uniforms for th' football guys, it made sense he got 'em for th' baseball guys too." Clint had so much fun helping Jacob act in the scenes from his play that he almost forgot the two boyfriends were naked. His own vocabulary was pretty good, and Kent prompted him with the words he had trouble with. The orgy was still going on after they'd finished, so Scott suggested a video game match. Clint and Big watched the two friends compete in the zombie survival game. What was real nice was Scott snuggled up next to Clint while playing. The tyke's heart beat fast sitting beside his new boyfriend. He felt a little less guilty, since his ex seemed happy making Jacob all comfortable in their Brotherhood. A couple times Clint and Scott got hard just 'cause they were in love. The boy apologized to Jacob, who made everyone laugh by saying he'd seen his buddy's junk so many times after shooting hoops or swimming at the pool that it was like looking at a third thumb. Clint asked Big if it was ok to get advice on what to wear for his Valentine's date, and because they'd been boyfriends, Kent had knowledge of the fifth grader's wardrobe and what would look good for a fancy dinner. ***** The tiny little Italian place was one of the top voted spots on Scott's Yelp app. It was locally owned by this family and had all the sweet atmosphere of an old-timey restaurant. Scott had decided, after scouting out the joint, that it was the right choice. Sitting across from Clint, with their faces glowing by candlelight while some fogey named Dean Martin sang out of the speakers, the QB felt pretty proud of hisself. Santi had really helped him learn tons about how to be romantic, even if Scott had fumbled the ball in that relationship. The eighth-grade Big Man on Campus was determined to get into the end zone with Clint. Well, not exactly like that. The fact Scott wasn't comfortable being on top in bed wasn't a problem. In fact, the cute dark-haired Welsh brother seemed to like it. Scott blinked and tried to get his mind back on track. There across the table was Clint scratching at his neck where his polo shirt was buttoned to the top. The kid had gone all out for their date, which was super sweet. Scott had too, wearing a comfortable white dress shirt and his best clip-on tie. "This is so cool," Clint whispered, smiling. "Not too much?" Scott asked. It was just a bit of a worry 'cos Jacob had said all this was going overboard, which had brung Scott close to canceling the whole thing. Kent's encouragement had helped him get back his confidence. Clint was excited and embarrassed all at once, even though he had some dating experience under his belt. To be the little brother of Scott and now his boyfriend, it was dizzying, but in a good way. In secret before they'd left for the restaurant, Scott gave him a candy box that was all jawbreakers ('cause he still liked sucking on them for practice) and a super cute stuffed Kelbear (with a heart pillow stitched onto its hands). "I really like this a whole lot, Scott, thanks for taking me. I never actually been to this restaurant, it's got real candles on the table and they decorated the place with hearts and cupids and stuff. It sure is more fancier than the places I go to with my family. You look, um..." The 10-year-old dropped his voice to a mere whisper. "...real handsome in that outfit." The smile that formed on Scott's face made Clint's heart go all gooey. "Shyeah, I feel real good when I'm with ya, Clint." The boy smiled back. "I guess we should decide what to order before the waiter comes back, huh?" Slowly Scott's smile started to fade. "Oh, well, I'll just have what yer havin'." Clint picked up the menu and because of the classy names he had trouble figuring out the dishes. "Um... What's that word?" "Ya-no, that? Don't worry, we'll ask the server." But Clint was determined to figure out the menu. It didn't matter, though, what word the youngster pointed to, Scott would deflect and his cheeks seemed to be getting redder. Santi, in the next booth over, was conversing in Spanish with Russell. Albeit, Russell was struggling with the language. But even when the Hispanic boy had offered to converse in English, the Mormon boy insisted he wanted to keep trying. The gesture was so sweet that Santi kept it up, speaking slowly and helping his dinner companion when needed. Russell commented, "It was so nice of Scott to offer to pay for all our dinners." "Yes, but it does not surprise me," replied Santi. "He is exceedingly generous." The polite blond cocked his head to the side. "Should I not mention him? Is it difficult to talk about?" Santi shook his head. "First loves are special, even if they don't last. I'm glad he was my first boyfriend. No regrets." "That sounds like Antonio's song 'Rain Brings Rainbows.'" Santi's eyes lit up. "No one knows that song! It was released on that soundtrack before he was ever cast on BEACH BALL. It's one of my favorites." Russell smiled. "Mine too. It's sad, but also..." He switched to English: "What's the word for 'beautiful' that starts with a 'p'?" "Perciosa," Santi supplied. And then he said in English, "And it is sad. I listened to it a lot, before and after I broke up with Scott." Ryder was with Brandon in a booth on the other side, and though the dark-haired pitcher ordered for the two of them like usual, he was also weirdly nervous. The blond gradeschooler tapped his boyfriend's hand to make him feel better. "Don't worry, that won't be us." "Hm?" "I thought you heard Santi say 'break up,' because you kinda looked just a tiny bit worried." "Naw... naw, it's..." And then the brashness returned to his stud of a middleschooler. "I know we got each other's hearts." "I love you so much, Brandon." "Love ya too, kid." "Maybe we just, like, assumed everybody was like us," Ryder realized. "You know? Like, I think Big was right about himself. Even though him and our little brother made a cute couple. I mean, part of me wants Kent to be in a relationship so he's not lonely. But I'm realizing he's got all of us." "Ya, I'm startin' ta see that myself. Coach'll never be lonely, the Brotherhood'll make sure a that." Scott chugged some water and then stuffed bread in his mouth to make it so he didn't hafta answer Clint's super-tackling questions. It was crazy, 'cos he'd been great at avoiding this subject for years. But somehow his boyfriend had zeroed in on it with no effort. "Scott...?" The QB reached into his pocket for his fidget spinner and realized he hadn't brung it with him. He stuffed his face, choked and went back to chugging water. "Scott." Whoa, Clint's stare was way too intense. Kent had told him how smart the boy was. "Is there something wrong?" "Ya-no..." This was not how his perfect evening was supposed to be going. "Uh, I'm sure the waiter's better at answerin' questions 'bout th' menu..." Clint reached over to the bread basket. "Hey, Scott, think fast!" And with that the tyke tossed a warm slice at his boyfriend. Automatically, the quarterback caught the food, his body relaxed, his eyes focused, his breathing even. Kent had talked about how this tactic had got Scott to calm down from a panic attack after coming out to his coach. And it worked perfectly in this instance. "I love you no matter what, 'kay, and whatever happens I'll always be there for you 'cause I care about you so much and you mean everything to me, so you never have to be worried about what I think, because even if there's a problem I'll wanna help, so just know you can talk to me about anything and you don't hafta be shy or embarrassed or anything." "Shyeah, 'kay..." Clint adjusted his menu and pointed to a word. "Do you know what this says?" "Uh..." "It's the word 'bread.'" "Ya-no, ya..." Each time Clint pointed to a word he was met with a blank stare and each time he explained what it was. Then, to protect his partner's ego, the tyke said, "How 'bout we order the specials when the waiter comes?" "That sounds good," Scott replied, fiddling with the bread. "Sorry, um, y'know... But ya had ta know I'm th' dumb one before this, right?" Clint grabbed his lover's hand. "You're not dumb. And you better not be telling anyone you're dumb, because I don't let anyone put my special guy down, even him, so just knock that right off, and even if there's stuff you don't know, that's ok 'cause Kent always said it's ok not to know stuff, you just gotta be ready to learn, and I know you can because you're wonderful and awesome and also 'cause I'm gonna help." Scott blushed and was about to reply when the waiter cleared his throat. The footballer said, "Um, two specials, please." The waiter, Bruno, nodded, asked them a few questions and then went on his way. Kent pulled into the driveway of the Reynolds place with a low sigh of satisfaction. Grinning his trademark wicked smile, Rex lifted his head from the teacher's lap. Rough trade licked his lips and swiped a dollop of come from his chin while settling back into the passenger seat. "Thanks," Kent said with a wink. Rex savored the taste some more and shrugged one shoulder. "Jacob's all right, but it was probably better to do the road head before he got in the car." "Yeah, I think so." Kent went to the front door of the house, which opened before he'd ever touched the doorbell. Ms. Reynolds, dressed to the nines, met him with a warm smile and a friendly hug. As with most parents of his boys, she had developed a quick affection and trust for the man, which was both flattering and a bit guilt-inducing. "I appreciate you giving Jacob a place to hang out tonight, Mr. MacTiernan." "Kent. And it's no problem. You go and have fun." "Ugh, Valentine's Speed Dating. It's probably going to be awful, but you've got to try, right?" Kent nodded and then smiled when Jacob came to the door. The well-mannered youth gave his mother a kiss on the cheek before confirming all his homework was done, he wouldn't overdose on junk food (like that was a possibility at Kent's house!) and he'd be home by 11. Then the trio were on their way to the apartment. Rex and Jacob filled the time talking about the Catholic institution that the Black boy went to, with the young punk eager to find out the gossip about his previous school. Upon their arrival, rough trade stripped to his briefs in a flash and headed for the game system. Kent led thumper to the kitchen where they could run his lines without distraction. Rex put his feet up and went to work trying to beat Jacob's score on that wanker game the Black dude and the junior meathead had been playing last night instead of properly participating in the orgy. A few times on the car ride over, Rex had had the impulse to mercilessly tease the tall cute African-American about "it's not gay if you kick back and just let me suck your cock." Every time the punker was about to say the words, an invisible wall had come up warning it was over the line. What fucking line? Rex had none. He was out to trash society, it gave his entire life purpose. But this mental inhibitor had to all be coming from Mac. The senior meathead had crawled into the Brit boy's brain and messed up the wiring by instilling... fuck, what, LIMITS? That it would be WRONG to make Jacob uncomfortable in the Brotherhood? If the newest bloke couldn't take a joke then... Shit fuck cunt, Rex couldn't even finish THAT thought in his head! The game wasn't distracting enough for Rex, so during load screens, the griefer went onto one of the town's bible group chats and smilingly shitposted their holier-than-thou comments on how to lead proper and upstanding lives. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jacob got through the first scene of the play without making a single mistake. "That was an A+ in the memorization department, thumper," Kent praised. "I seem to have a knack for picking up dialogue," Jacob said. "Just wish I could transfer that skill to my studies." "So, are you still good with everything in the Brotherhood?" "Yeah sure, it's, uh..." Jacob took a sip of water. "It's kinda nice not to have to be constantly focused on... well, I don't know any other way to say this... on how you act. There's still a lotta toxic masculinity, even at the Catholic school, and it's honestly refreshing to be able to let that go." "Hm, I guess I hadn't thought about that." "You know, that's one of the many things I like about you, Special K. Most adults in this town walk around like they know shit. But you're honest about what you do know and don't know." "I certainly don't have all the answers - but I'll always try to be there for you Brothers. Speaking of... shall we go over your next scene?" "You know it!" Back at the restaurant, Scott swirled a breadstick through the red sauce still on his plate. Clint had showed mercy by letting him off the hook so they could eat and be able to just enjoy being out on a date. Date... That was still weird to the athlete. Like, it was just too freaky how everything had changed in a few months. He'd had to deal with being gay, got a boyfriend as well as a bunch of the best buddies in the world, been screwed every which way you could think of, lost his boyfriend and got a new one. It was all too much and his way of handling that was just to not think too much about it. "I was always real focused on sports," the QB confessed while Clint sipped his soda. "My dad wanted me ta be th' best, didn't care at what, so he pushed me into all sortsa activities. I didn't get soccer, basketball was no good, baseball was a fail, but football, that was somethin' I could do. My dad got me this ex pro player ta train me an', well, I was too scared a disappointin' my dad to focus on anythin' but football." Clint blinked a few times. "You're scared of your dad?" "Ya-no, I was... I'm not no more..." Scott gulped down water. "No, that's a lie. He still scares me. But I figgered out how ta avoid 'im. Mostly. An' long as I do good on the field, he don't care, really." "That sounds bad..." Clint bit his lower lip. "I don't see my dad much and I guess we don't really get along, but he's never really mean, just, like, super strict. It's like we're his soldiers, not his kids and I usta think that was normal, but then I met Kent and he showed me it's not, and now I don't really know how to deal with my dad. But he's not home much, so it's kinda ok." Scott stroked his fingers over his boyfriend's. "That sounds kinda bad too." "Naw, it's ok. Brandon keeps him from being too awful to me and Dixon." "Ya, Brandon's a solid state bro..." Scott cleared his throat. "Anyway, when my grades sunk an' teachers wanted ta hold me back, my dad brung in his lawyers an' th' school backed off. So I pretty much don't even hafta do any work, 'cos the teachers all know how my dad'll throw a fit if they don't pass me." Clint watched his new boyfriend pick up a fork and twirl the handle like it was a fidget spinner. The footballer had to look so tough and confident all the time, that it was sweet and even a little sad to see this more wounded type of side. "Hey, Scott." "Uh-huh..." "'Kay, we'll talk about it some more, but let's go back to the Valentine's spirit. It's like we'll rewind our talk..." Smiling, the youngster did his best version of moving and talking backwards and then... "Sooooo, you look real handsome tonight, boyfriend." That got a big grin and low chuckle from the blond teenager. "Oh, well, thanks there, boyfriend, an' might I add yer lookin' hot there yourself." "Thank you for taking me out for Valentine's." "My pleasure. An' may there be many more." "I love you tons." "An' now I just got a reminder why I'm crazy 'bout YOU. There's somethin' 'bout you, don't know what it is, but I think 'boutcha night 'n' day. Probably was a buncha times I never noticed I loved ya before all this, but the time I guess it shoulda hit me was... remember the winnin' touchdown- ?" "I know 'sactly," Clint said eagerly, "'cause it was the same for me!" "Right? I was on th' field after the big game lookin' round for you guys an' suddenly I saw ya an' you just made me smile-" "Do you remember what I did?" "You pointed at me with that grin that said 'shyeah, yer solid state!'" "Yupper, and I just couldn't wait to be with you." "Guess I coulda known before then even - all those times I kept bringin' ya in for threesomes." Winking, Scott playfully poked Clint in the chest. "Hee hee, yeaahhhh..." Russell told his dining companion, "It was nice of you to join me for a 'buddy date.' And this has been a lot of fun." Santi smiled pleasantly. "Yes, I am glad as well we decided to do this. I love hanging around our Brothers, but it's nice to have a quiet chat as well." The Mormon boy's cheeks shaded toward pink. "Yes. Though I almost ruined it by pushing a meatball at you with my nose. That's, uh, from this really old movie-" "LADY AND THE TRAMP!" Santi chirped. "Yes, I watched that many times when I was a child. I was always a sucker for those fairy tales." Russell laughed. "Same here. The Disney movies got me thinking how sweet and wonderful it was to have a happy ever after." The two talked over their favorites and then went on to debate who was the best Disney prince as Bruno the waiter came around and cleared away their plates. Rex had beaten the straight boy's score on the zombie game and had got himself banned from the holy-roller chat site, so with Valentine's still in the air and hormones raging, there was only one thing left to do. Moments later, the English punker was standing at the entrance to Mac's kitchen. Naked. Twirling handcuffs on one finger. "You two finished up there, mate?" Big's eyes widened but his Black Brother smirked. "Because technically it's still Valentine's." "Uh, rough trade, we do have company," Kent said pointedly. "Naw, naw," Jacob replied, "it's all good." But Kent persisted, albeit with less force since he was staring at the punker's obvious woodie. "I was thinking the three of us could hang out and watch a movie." "Come on," Rex countered. "You don't want to leave a bloke blue-balled." Jacob brought out his phone. "I should try to get ahead on this one tough assignment, you two go have some fun." "You're a real gentleman, thumper," Kent told Jacob. "Aww, I'm just glad to be in the group." The teacher walked over to Rex and easily picked him up and threw him over one shoulder. That made both boys break out into laughter, even if the punk offered some insincere and ineffectual protests. Kent brought the foul-mouthed kid to his bed and shackled him in place before proceeding to lick and tease him all over. Rex got VERY inventive with his curses then, half-demanding, half- pleading for relief. "Come on, ya bastard!" rough trade snarled, eyes bright as he thrust into Kent's teasing fingers. "Well, since you insist..." The muscled 23-year-old moved into place and shoved the youth's legs back to make it easier to take aim at his puckered entrance. After lubing up, Kent sank his dick deep into rough trade's body. Both of them let out a heavy grunt as they merged together. Then the man began to fuck, hard and fast. Rex groaned in ecstasy. Being at the mercy of the gym bunny leader was his idea of a Valentine's. "Do my hole, mate!" "You won't be able to walk for a week," Kent growled with a self-satisfied smile, his pelvis knocking against the Brit boy's arse. "G-Gimme some pud action," Rex whimpered. "Say 'please.'" "Need to be j-jacked." "Say 'please'!" "Please pull my pud, Big." A dazed smile formed on the restrained boy's face as the jock gripped his woodie with two fingers and fapped away. "Ooohhh, yeah, mate, no one can accuse you of being some amateur at masturbating." "Tell me how you like it," Kent commanded. "Nasty and hard and rough, mate." The fuckstick hammered away at his bunghole, putting the punker into a transcendental state. The jingling of the cuffs added to the gratifying sense of restriction. The shagging was merciless and testosterone-fueled - just the way Rex loved it! Once all the boys were done at the restaurant, Scott had an Uber come and bring them back to Kent's place for the scheduled post-Valentine's Brotherhood hangout. The group entered, still riding the high of having their very own unchaperoned "big boy night out." Ryder had a key, so they were able to let theirselves in. "Jacob!" Scott said with a humungous smile and went to give his buddy a fistbump. "How ya doin', bro?!" It was explained that Kent had finished doing Rex and was in the kitchen helping Jacob with his play again. The dyed-hair boy was watching some Englishy detective show on TV, but he greeted the group with his usual rough traderness. Brandon waved his arms and got everybody's attention. Coach and the Brothers all turned to him. "Hey, uh, guys, before we get to the orgy, um... I got something I need to do." The Welsh big bro had Ryder get to his feet, which made the blond hottie smile in curious confusion. The normally-confident baseball player cleared his throat as all eyes focused on him. He hadn't expected this to be so intense. But Brandon was no quitter so he made himself get down on one knee and produced a small felt box. "Ryder, I been thinkin' a lot about us and how damn much you mean to me. Like, you're what I think 'bout when I wake up in the morning and the thing I think 'bout when I go to sleep. I know people'll say I'm too young, we're too young, but I know it in my heart we're forever. So, uh, when we can... soon as we can... will you be my husband?" Santi's eyes went huge and he quickly dabbed at his tears. Russell smiled, sorta clutching the hand of the Latinx boy. Scott did a big dopey grin while Clint practically vibrated with glee. Even Rex got a strangely sentimental look on his face. In a million years, Ryder never thought this would happen tonight. It seemed like something for adulthood. But there was Brandon proposing marriage. Time stood still. The boy thought he heard muffled gasps and "whoa"s and maybe even a sniffle. Shock kept him rooted to the spot - unable to move, unable to speak, unable even to think. For a split-second Ryder saw a look of concern start to creep into Brandon's face. His own silence was giving off the wrong message. So before this could turn into a moment of regret... the sixth grader smiled and said... "Yes!" The room erupted in cheers! Ryder's finger was separated from the others and a steel ring with a red gem was slid onto it. He raised his hand and admired the symbol of their love and commitment. There were pats on his back and other hands grabbing at his finger to admire the ring. Then Brandon stood up and planted a kiss on his lips. "You made me the happiest man alive, kid." "I love you so much, Brandon!" To show off, Brandon swooped his fianc‚ in his arms and french kissed him with passion. Which set off another round of cheers. A weeping Santi grabbed Ryder by the shoulders. "Please, you must let me help plan your wedding!" "I'd love that!" Ryder exclaimed, even though it'd never occurred to him they'd have an actual ceremony. The moment the idea was said aloud by Santi, however, Ryder was already thinking about walking down the aisle with his husband-to-be. As for Kent... Well, in that moment Kent couldn't have been prouder or happier.