Date: Mon, 07 Sep 2020 06:10:49 +0300
From: Under Jug <under.jug2016@yandex.com>
Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 1

Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 1

by Underjug & TheRealCOG

M/b, con, oral, mast

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It had been such a good day that Kent MacTiernan managed to forget his bad
judgment that had led to the mess he got himself into. He and his Little
Brother, Ryder, enjoyed the beach immensely, splashing around in the waves,
building really bad sandcastles and just hanging out.  As always, it was so
easy to be around the energetic 11-year-old. The kid's big smile, his
carefree giggles, his playfulness, they made Kent happier than anything
else in his life.

Which was why he had pangs of regret for ever agreeing to look after the
boy for a whole week.  Hanging around with Ryder out in public was safe.
Having him home where it was just the two of them was the complete opposite
of that.

Kent had thought he'd be okay to get through it, but then Ryder had shown
up for their first day at the beach in a tiny Speedo and any hope of
keeping his thoughts clean went up in smoke. He'd buried his bottom half in
sand at one point just to hide his boner. Not that Ryder had any clue, of
course, nor would he if Kent had any say.

Why oh why had he done this to himself? He just couldn't explain it.

"Okay, doofus. Go and get showered and changed."

"I'm NOT a 'doofus,'" Ryder Strauss giggled as he gave his Big Brother a
friendly shove, but it was clear the boy adored the affectionate insult. In
fact, he was the one who had instigated it, telling Kent about his
schoolmate, Hudson, whose actual big brother always called him that word.
Secretly Ryder had hoped Kent would start calling him "doofus" too, because
it gave Ryder an excuse to touch the coolest man ever to walk the Earth.
Usually, the boy only did his mock protest and weak push whenever the two
first met up for their one-on-one time, but since they had spent the whole
day together, the youngster decided to throw an extra protest-and-push for
good measure.

It had been one year to the day that Ryder was finally matched with someone
in the Big Brother program. Girls had an easier time finding a Big Sister,
but boys were on a waiting list, especially since this was a town and not a
city.

But Kent was worth the wait! The 23-year-old man was athletic, friendly,
generous (spending a lot more time together than the minimum five hours per
month), and just about the best dude ever to have as a role model.

Though Ryder was only going into sixth grade in September, next year it
would be middle school and he might even have Kent as his P.E. teacher! The
man had been at the job for 10 months since moving here after graduating
from college. Ryder was looking forward to bragging to the other boys that
the jock was his Big Brother.

Kent pulled out his cell to order dinner. Normally he cooked fairly healthy
meals, but this was their first night of the weeklong stay and Ryder had
begged for a special treat. "You know where the bathroom is," said Kent.
"Just clean up while I order us a pizza. You wanted extra olives, right?"
he joked, knowing his Little hated anything but meat on his pizzas.

Ryder kicked off his flip flops, then cocked his head. "Hey, wait a second,
NO olives. Kent, you fooler!" The boy beamed. He so loved being teased by
his good-natured Big.

That smile made Kent weak at the knees. He poked the boy's bony chest and
grinned. "Okay, got it, triple olives AND mushrooms. Just for you."

Normal. Keep everything normal. Hang out, act cool, be a buddy. Then it
would be bedtime and temptation would finally be over. Not that Kent really
worried he'd lose control. And it wasn't just because he didn't want to go
to jail. It was actually more about how much it would devastate him if he
never got to see the silly, wonderful boy again.

"Now, off you go!" he ordered, turning Ryder around and giving him a smack
on the butt. It was a friendly smack. Didn't mean anything. And Kent would
go to his grave swearing that was true.

Ryder was positively vibrating with excitement. Tonight he got to sleep
over at his Big's apartment! The program said it wasn't allowed for 12
months, which to the boy was a dumb policy. Initially it was only going to
be an overnighter. But Ryder's mom had won a grand prize for a one-week
trip to Las Vegas for herself and two friends. The only way it would work
out with everybody's schedule was if Kent was willing to look after Ryder.

Every night since he'd first met his new Big Brother, Ryder dreamed of
having a sleepover together. The preteen would lie in his bed at night and
pretend to talk to Kent like they were still hanging out.

Now it was happening for real! And it wasn't just for one night, but for
seven whole days!

Ryder did his silly football victory dance en route to the bathroom,
swinging his arms and gyrating his hips, with little glances back to see if
Kent found it funny. But his mentor just stared without saying anything,
which wasn't like him, so Ryder cut it out to stay on the dude's good side.

Kent had to take a moment to get himself breathing normally again after
that adorable butt wiggle. There were times he was certain Ryder was
flirting with him, but he knew that had to be wishful thinking. And even if
the kid was, well, it didn't matter. Kent was the adult. He was the one in
charge of the boundaries. And the pizza, which he ordered.

For Ryder, even showering at his Big's place was the best! The boy lived
with just his mom and she had these girly soaps and thousand hair products
and stupid bras slung over the shower rod.  But at Kent's it was one gritty
men's bar of soap and one shampoo-plus-conditioner bottle. Just like how it
should be at a guy's apartment.

Ryder lathered himself up, giddy at the thought this was the same soap used
to wash Kent. The kid's hairless dinkie stood on end thinking about it.
Ryder ran the soap over his crotch, wondering if the slippery bar had ever
touched the man's dink.

Not that Ryder had ever completely seen it. Though he did
on-accident-on-purpose walk in on Kent a couple times in the bathroom and
almost got a glimpse. But the man was too quick and zipped up after peeing
and Ryder would apologize and say he didn't know what Kent was up to.  In
fact, Ryder had only visited the apartment a half-dozen times in total. So
being here now was specialer.

"Ryder, you drown in there?" the boy heard his Big call from the living
room.

"Be right out!"

The preteen rinsed himself off quickly. He had been shown what towel he was
supposed to dry himself off with. But the Little couldn't help himself and
used Kent's instead, loving how it made him feel closer to the jock.

Kent finished getting settled in, then took Ryder's backpack and placed it
next to the couch where the boy was going to be sleeping. In an attempt to
be helpful, he opened it up and unpacked the change of clothes Ryder had
brought along and then paused in confusion.

"Hey, doofus, did you pack your PJs?! I can't find them!"

Ryder came shuffling in, wrapped only in the towel around his waist. His
short blond hair was damp and his skinny arms and shoulders were still
beaded and glistening.

"Uhhhhhh, well, um... Mom said I was old enough to do my own packing. And I
thought jammies were too babyish, 'cause I'm sure you just sleep in your
underwear..."

The boy stood on one bare foot, the other pressed up against his leg like a
stork.

"So I wanna be just like you."

He beamed his cute little boy smile. The one that annoyed his mom but
always seemed to win over his Big.

Kent gulped. "Uh... No, I sleep in PJs, doofus. That's why you were told to
pack some...?" At Ryder's unconcerned shrug, Kent shook his head. For a
moment, he just eyed the boy's glistening chest like it was the most
beautiful thing in the world. Then he shook himself out of his daze.

"I don't have anything small enough for you, but..." He went and grabbed a
tee shirt from the laundry basket and tossed it at Ryder. "You can put that
on."

"Whooooooaaaaaa. I can REALLY wear this?" Ryder was wide eyed as he held
the shirt he knew Kent had worn during his college days. "Oh! Sorry! I used
your towel on accident!"

The boy whipped the towel off his body and tossed it to Kent. For a few
seconds it felt exhilarating to be naked, the mild cool air drifting across
his dinkie, a bit smaller now that it was soft. He slipped the tee shirt on
and saw Kent shaking his head again while taking the wet towel into the
bathroom.

Kent again reminded himself that Ryder didn't mean to torture him. He was
too young to even know what he was doing. And it wasn't like Ryder had any
idea Kent was gay. No one in their town was aware and Kent was going to
keep it that way.

"I'm taking a shower. If the pizza guy gets here, there's money on the
table."

He pointed to the cash on the sidetable and then went off to get cleaned
up.

Ryder hugged the shirt around his body and sniffed into it deeply. The
manly scent of his Big filled the youngster's nostrils. He loved how Kent
smelled. Then again, he loved everything about Kent.

The boy wanted to be like him so badly.

Ryder lifted his arms and smiled at how overly big the tee shirt was on
him. He couldn't believe he was going to sleep in it.

Kent considered jerking off in the shower, but it just felt wrong with
Ryder in the house. And he was 23 years old, a grown man, for fuck's
sake. He could handle being blue-balled for a week.  He wasn't some
teenager to be led around by his dick!

Shaking his head, Kent cleaned up quickly, trying very hard to block out
the brief (but welcome) glimpse he'd gotten of Ryder's tush. So
smooth... So pert... Kent let out a low moan and almost - almost - touched
his dick. But no, he was in control.

After several minutes the intercom buzzer sounded and Ryder let in the
delivery man. The dude was surprised to find a kid standing there in just
an oversized shirt. He smiled as Ryder paid for the pizza with the cash and
he told the boy to have a good night.

"I will!" smiled Ryder. He just knew he would.

Kent had finished his shower and got dressed before returning to
Ryder. That beaming face, those bright eyes. Kent's heart fluttered a
bit. It would be the worst thing in the world to hurt the boy and that more
than anything else was what would keep Kent on the right side of the line.

As he passed by the kid's backpack and the clothes he had unpacked earlier,
he noticed something pretty alarming. It so startled him he didn't know
what to say or even if he should say.  Ryder was always a handful, but
usually Kent knew how to deal with his mischievous behavior.

The Big got some sodas out of the fridge and fretted for a bit before
grabbing some plates and going back to the living room.

"Hey, doofus... Uh... You ARE wearing your undies under that shirt, right?"

"I never wear 'em with my PJs, and since these are my PJs now, I don't
really wanna." With his cute boy frown, he raised his arms - the bottom of
the shirt at hip length. "It feels nice like this."

Ryder giggled as the tip of his dinkie and part of his bottom were
exposed. He could sense as he received a plate from Kent and sat at the
coffee table that it would be a problem. So he jumped in to end any
disagreement.

"Did you know, like, in the Olden Days, boys used to wear nightshirts? They
were exactly like this. And they didn't wear anything underneath them. So
can I wear it like a nightshirt?  Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Kent,
pleeeeeeeeeeeease?"

Ryder knew he had to be careful with the begging. Too often and he would
get nothing. But if he spread it out and made sure it was for things he
really wanted, Kent would roll his eyes at first but he almost always said
yes.

Biting into his first slice of pizza, the boy was hoping this would be one
of those times.

Kent tried to keep his mind out of the gutter. AND DO NOT LEAD US INTO
TEMPTATION, BUT DELIVER US FROM THE EVIL ONE.

"Ryder, if your mom or anyone at the Big Brothers association found out,
I'd be in a lot of trouble. And they might not let us see each other
anymore."

He eyed the slender thighs and tried really hard not to whimper. He really
was an asshole, perving on the kid when Ryder was so young and
innocent. The boy had no idea what effect he had on the man. Kent needed to
get a grip. He put their sodas on coasters and sat on the couch next to
Ryder, but a couple of feet apart. Cuddling like they usually did was not a
possibility when the kid was wearing nothing but a tee shirt.

Ryder frowned a bit, not able to hide his hurt. "I - I won't say nothing, I
promise. You know I'm n-not a baby. I wouldn't get you in trouble. You're,
like, my real big brother."

He rubbed his shin with one bare foot. It was fun when Kent was the kind of
mad that was just for show because it was all in fun. He didn't like it
when his Big sounded genuinely upset.

"Plus," the boy said, "it's no big deal 'cause we're just guys being guys,
right? That's what you always say."

Usually that meant learning how to make a fire without matches, or jumping
six feet down from a wall, or peeing behind a dumpster when there were no
bathrooms around. All of which they had done.

But if Ryder was really honest, he just liked the idea of being almost
naked around Kent. And he hoped maybe his Big might feel the same
way. Because ever since Ryder saw just a tiny bit of Kent's dink for only
one second, he was eager to see more of it.

Kent winced. TELL HIM NO. BE THE ADULT. EXPLAIN TO HIM THAT SOME THINGS ARE
OFF LIMITS.

He eyed the boy askance and one look into those blue eyes put an end to all
resistance. It wasn't like Ryder was ACTUALLY naked, and even if he was,
well, as long as Kent kept space between them... He shook his head, trying
to clear his fuzzy thoughts. Damn, the kid could really mess him around.

"Okay, doofus, I guess it's fine. Just... Just don't be mooning me, okay?
Flashing your butt like that can blind me, pale as it is."

Kent munched on his pizza and tried to just find something close to
normal. He put on the basketball game and focused on that instead of the
mostly-naked preteen next to him.

"Mmmmmmmmm, thank you, Kent."

Ryder leaned his head against the jock's arm in gratitude, then sat up
straight, munched on his slice, and watched the game. His body felt warm
and floaty being wrapped up in Kent - even if it was only his tee.

The grade-schooler glanced over and grew even happier at Kent's
head-shaking smile. WOW, I'M REALLY SLEEPING OVER AT MY BIG'S PLACE! His
little heart raced faster.

Kent managed to relax as the game went on, somehow putting out of his mind
that Ryder's smooth thighs were right within touching distance. Once the
game was over, he gathered up the soda cans and plates and headed towards
the kitchen.

"Time to brush your teeth, doofus," he told his Little. When he heard the
entirely predictable "awwww" he said, "Uh-uh, go and get 'em brushed and we
can watch an episode of BOJACK."

Kent definitely wasn't supposed to watch that show with Ryder, but it was
just one of their secrets. And it was an effective bribe.

Ryder snapped to attention! He leapt off the couch like a wild cat, the
shirt riding up briefly, before he pounced down on the floor and ran like
heck to the bathroom, singing: "BACK IN THE NINETIES, I WAS ON A TEEEEEEE
VEEEEEEE SHOOOOOOOWWWWW!"

Realizing he had forgotten his toothbrush and paste, Riley clenched his
teeth in embarrassment as he turned back and did the stomp of shame back to
the living room, where Kent held out his toiletries with his trademark
disapproving grin.

"Yoink!" Ryder snapped up his stuff. He hurried back to the bathroom and
continued to sing, "I'M BOOOOOOJACK HORSEMAN! BOOOOOOOJACK HORSEMAN!"

The youngster started half-ass brushing his teeth like at Mom's, but
remembering how much more carefully Kent checked on whether or not he did
something, Ryder decided it best to do a good job.

"AHHHHHHHHH..." the boy breathed as he rinsed his toothbrush. He hurried
back to the living room. "See?" Ryder grinned as he beckoned Kent to bend
down.

"What?" the man asked, puzzled.

Ryder beckoned again and when Kent leaned forward, the boy placed his small
hands on his Big's shoulders and blew softly into his face in order to
smell the toothpaste, thus proving Ryder had really brushed his teeth.

Kent laughed and gave Ryder a brief tickle. "You're such a doofus!"

He sat with his Little on the couch again and brought up the next episode
of BOJACK HORSEMAN. Keeping his distance proved impossible when Ryder
scooted over right next to him. Without really thinking about it, Kent slid
his arm around the kid's shoulders. At times the boy seemed to be starved
for physical affection, and Kent told himself this was one of those times,
so it would be wrong to tell Ryder to sit farther away.

"Just one episode and then bedtime, little man."

Ryder felt so grown up being able to watch shows that Mom said were
definitely not appropriate.  Most of the jokes he didn't get, but his
laughter was triggered every time his Big let out a chuckle.

The episodes Ryder enjoyed the most involved a kid pretending to be an
adult while dressed up in a trench coat with a broom and mannequin arm for
hands. Just like the skeptical BoJack, Ryder could not understand why
everyone else in the show couldn't see it was just a boy seated on the
shoulders of two hidden friends in that trench coat. But Ryder could
identify with the weirdly named "Vincent Adultman" in that he too preferred
to be with adults and didn't just want to be thought of as a kid, even
though he WAS really a kid inside.

It wouldn't make sense to anyone else if Ryder tried to explain it. But the
11-year-old had a feeling the man cozied up beside him sort of got it,
because Kent sometimes treated Ryder like a friend instead of just someone
to look after. Even so, Ryder was thrilled to be thought of as a real
little brother, especially to a dude as incredible as Kent.

"Hee hee, that Vincent's so crazy," giggled Ryder as his Big laughed at the
absurdity of Princess Carolyn the cat dating the boy pretending to be a
grownup.

Ryder curled up his legs, the tee shirt bunching up in a puddle beneath
him. His little head pressed up against the side of the man's muscled pec.

Kent grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap, which provided his
rebellious crotch some cover and gave Ryder a place to rest his head. As
they watched the show, Kent contented himself with just stroking the boy's
hair and feeling his warmth.

The show ended and Ryder HOPED HOPED HOPED Kent would be too slow to stop
Netflix from jumping to the next episode. But within seconds his Big
managed to flip to the main menu.

"Okay, Prince Doofus, Lord of Doofdum and Duke of Doofington, it's time for
bed. Let me make up the couch for you."

Ryder tried to ape his Big with the long string of inventive
insults. "Okay, King Gym Bro, Lord of Gym Sets and Duke of... Gym." The
Little's chuckle acknowledged he was outmatched by his smarter Big.

Kent had offered to let Ryder take the bed while he stayed on the couch,
but the boy's mother had explained there was no need. Ryder could sleep
anywhere. So Kent grabbed the sheet he'd set aside and arranged it on the
couch and put a couple pillows on it.

The boy acted like an annoying cat, climbing onto the sheets and giggling
while Kent tried to make up his bed. The man easily picked up the youngster
and placed him back on the floor, but Ryder waited for his chance to get
underfoot.

"I never slept in a living room before," mused the boy. "It's weird not
sleeping in a bedroom."

Kent mussed the boy's short, damp hair and smiled at him. "When you go to
college, your bedroom, kitchen and living room are all the same thing."

"Whoa." Ryder thought about Kent's dorm at college and wondered what it
would have been like to be his roommate. But now Kent was a teacher and had
his own apartment. And Ryder was kinda like a roommate.

Staying at his Big's place was exciting. Like an adventure.

"There, little man, you're all set. Blankets are here," Kent said, tapping
a neat pile. "I got a nightlight set up, so if you wake up and need to find
the bathroom, you won't get lost in the dark and wind up peeing on the
balcony."

Kent then gave Ryder a tiny push on his butt to send the boy onto the
couch. "G'night, doofus."

The man withdrew to his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. After
changing into the PJ bottoms he'd recently bought, he picked up his tablet
to read, just to settle down and be alert for any crashing noises from the
living room.

Ryder settled into his makeshift bed in the dark. His body vibrated from
the excitement of being in the same place as his Big after hours. This was
the home of Kent. It was fun that very first time to discover where the man
he idolized actually lived. But Ryder was never here more than a few hours
at a time, and over the course of an entire year he had spent almost all of
it doing activities somewhere else.

The boy fluffed up his pillow. He appreciated his Big for making the bed
couch comfortable, but it WAS the couch after all. The noises of the city
were louder. Ryder wasn't used to the occasional honk of a car or shout of
a drunkard. It's not that he felt unsafe. The boy knew his Big would come
to his rescue if he was in any danger.

It's just that Ryder had imagined himself sleeping in Kent's bed. He was
disappointed when Mom put her foot down immediately; no amount of begging
would change her mind, Ryder knew that for certain.

The boy was also certain he wouldn't get any sleep. But a few minutes
later, he drifted off.

Kent yawned. He set aside the tablet, slid under the sheets and tried to
get some shut eye.

But he couldn't. It wasn't just his irrepressibly hard dick either. He
usually slept naked and the PJ bottoms were stifling. But he'd purchased
them just for this purpose, so if Ryder needed something in the middle of
the night, Kent wouldn't have to find pants in the dark before going to
check on him.

He tossed and turned for what seemed like an hour and then paused, flat on
his back.

Obviously Ryder was asleep. He'd be out cold until morning. Would it really
be that bad to get comfortable? Kent could put the damn things back on
before the boy even woke up...

Giving in, Kent slipped the flimsy cotton pants off and then rolled onto
his side. His dick hoped for some attention, but he ignored it. Not while
Ryder was in the house!

Slowly, Kent nodded off, his mind's eye full of a boy's bright smile and
twinkling blue eyes.

HONK!

Ryder was awake. How late was it? He looked at the clock. Time for his
midnight pee.

Suddenly, the youngster remembered where he was. A thrill ran through
him. In the room just down the hall, Kent was asleep in his bed.

Ryder padded in the nightshirt to the bathroom. He finished his pee and
stepped back out into the hallway.

What did Kent look like when he was asleep? Was his Big just like everybody
else? Did he really sleep in PJs like he said he did, or was it just his
underwear? Was he a heavy or a light sleeper? Was he quiet or did he snore?
Did he lie there in one place or did he toss in his sleep?

Ryder was curious.

It wouldn't be bad if he just checked.

Screwing up his courage, the 11-year-old tiptoed to the bedroom door and
eased it open.

Whoa, there was Kent!

Ryder figured out his Big didn't sleep in full PJs, because the man's bare
muscled arms and chest could be seen.

The Little's heart was pounding.

He wanted to crawl into the bed.

It almost seemed like Kent had an inviting smile on his face even though he
was fast asleep.

KENT AND RYDER WERE ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND ASTRIDE A PINK GLITTERING PONY.
THE YOUNGSTER WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF THE MAN, GRINNING THAT INFECTIOUS
SMILE. AS THEY WENT ROUND AND ROUND AND UP AND DOWN, KENT SLID HIS HANDS
OVER RYDER'S BARE CHEST.

THE BOY PRACTICALLY PURRED IN PLEASURE, WIGGLING HIS BUTT BACKWARDS AND
RUBBING AGAINST KENT'S HARD DICK.

NATURALLY, THE FACT THEY WERE NAKED TOGETHER, LET ALONE AT DISNEYLAND,
DIDN'T SEEM ODD AT ALL.

Ryder stood at the doorway to the bedroom and made his decision. Biting his
lip, he crept across to the bed. His heart thudding in his ears.

Mom would be upset to know her son had disobeyed her. Yet Ryder couldn't
help himself. Kent looked even more handsome in the dark. His usual
expression of disapproval was now replaced by the soft and relaxed face he
reserved for when they cuddled together.

Ryder just wanted to know what it was like to lie in the same bed as his
Big.

If he was careful, no one would even know.

With slow, delicate movements, Ryder sat on the bed. Kent didn't move a
muscle. The boy slipped his bare legs under the sheets and stretched out
beside the adult.

It wasn't like Ryder wouldn't be this close in a tent on the camping trip
that Kent had promised to take him on.

Still, his heart was pounding so hard he was sure it might wake up the Big
Brother.

Ryder wanted to get even closer and put his arm around Kent. For some
reason the thought of this made the youngster's little dinkie hard.

It also got him curious. Wouldn't this be the perfect chance to find out
what Kent's dink looked like? To see more than the bit of fleshy pole he
had glimpsed behind the dumpster.

Would it be wrong if he checked? Even if he did crawl down to take a look,
Kent would be wearing clothes, so Ryder would have to pull them down. The
idea of that actually thrilled him.

It wouldn't be bad if he peeked and Kent didn't know.

Quaking with excitement, Ryder made the decision to crawl under the
sheets. Just to look.

THE MERRY-GO-ROUND CONTINUED TO TURN AS MAN AND BOY RODE NAKED ON THE PONY.

RYDER TURNED AROUND TO SMIRK AT KENT. "YOU GOT A BONER!"

KENT RESPONDED BY KISSING THE KID. THOSE LITTLE LIPS TASTED LIKE COTTON
CANDY. HIS DICK THROBBED WITH NEED.

Ryder crawled through the subterranean layer between the bed sheets. He was
an explorer pushing through the fuzzy dark. The boy was extra careful,
moving inch by inch, knowing how dangerous it was, imagining the threat of
his Big waking up and shouting angrily.

Ryder's dinkie was so hard in his nightshirt, it tingled as he crawled on
his belly toward his destination. Kent's crotch.

The boy gulped softly. Every nerve ending tingling.

Farther ahead was a dark shape. This was Kent. The area between his legs.

Placing his hand gently on the bed to press further, Ryder came in contact
with something both hard and spongy.

The kid recoiled. And as his eyes adjusted, he realized something.

Kent was naked!

The thing that Ryder had touched...

IT WAS A DINK!

A giant one. Long and thick like a cucumber.

Whoa, Ryder was actually looking at Kent's dink!

The preteen was so excited he couldn't breathe.

How was it possible for a dink to get so big?

Where did Kent hide it in his pants?

Ryder was so thankful his Big had fibbed about wearing PJs. He actually
slept naked!

The boy quaked.

He wanted to touch the dink again. For real this time. Not on accident.

Just to see what it felt like.

Biting his lip again, Ryder stretched his trembling hand to the dink.

His small fingers wrapped around the cucumber-hard pole.

"I KNOW YOU WANNA DO ME IN THE BUTT," RYDER SAID AS THE PONY WENT UP AND
DOWN. "IT'S OKAY. I KNOW I'LL LIKE IT."

KENT SMILED AT HIS LITTLE. THE BOY WAS SO GIVING AND SWEET. "YEAH?"

"UH-HUH!"

RYDER TOOK KENT'S DICK IN ONE HAND, AND JUST THAT WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE THE
MAN LET OUT A LOW, DEEP GROAN OF PLEASURE AND TO TELL THE LITTLE GUY TO
KEEP GOING.

The boy froze in panic as he heard a groan. Kent had woken up! His Big was
mumbling and his legs were moving about!

Ryder released his grip on the dink and closed his eyes. Prepared for the
inevitable punishment.

But the bed settled. Ryder waited.

It occurred to him at last that Kent was still asleep.

Relief flooded his little body.

He knew he should crawl back out and go to his bed on the couch and pretend
none of this had ever happened.

That is what he should do.

But Ryder couldn't move. His own dinkie was still so hard. And so was his
Big's dink.

The boy loved looking at it. He could stare all night.

And he wanted to touch the dink again. He so wanted to do that.

It was something he needed to do badly.

With the gentleness of a butterfly, Ryder reached out once more and
squeezed the cucumber. The exterior was springy to the touch and underneath
it was as solid as a spear. The pointer on the end had a long slit. Ryder
wanted to touch it too.

His little hand released the cucumber and ever so gently squeezed the
pointer.

Ryder sensed his fingers were wet.

Did he squeeze pee out?

Wait, it... was sticky.

So it was true! What his schoolmate had said. Hudson explained that his big
brother had told him all about how when you get older your dink makes
slippery stuff. And when you play with your dink and make it feel good it
shoots out white stuff.

So the part about the slippery stuff was true.

Ryder was fascinated as he coated the pointer with the slick fluid.

KENT AND RYDER WERE NOW LYING SIDE BY SIDE ON SOFT GRASS AND KISSING
SWEETLY AND TENDERLY. A GENTLE BREEZE TICKLED KENT'S COCK, SENDING A RIPPLE
OF PLEASURE THROUGH HIM.

EVERYTHING WAS JUST AS IT SHOULD BE, SO NOTHING DISTURBED HIM. RYDER WAS IN
HIS ARMS, KISSING, TOUCHING, LOVING, AND IT WAS ALL KENT WANTED.

SIGHING, HE BREATHED OUT, "RYDER..."

The boy thought he'd heard his name called out. He stilled. A car honked
and an ambulance siren wailed in the distance. Silence.

Phew. Kent was still out like a light.

Curious, Ryder returned his attention to the pointer. He thought back to
last year when he'd had a sleepover with another friend. Ryder was excited
to discover they both were sporting hard dinkies. It meant he could do what
he'd been thinking about ever since he'd played doctor with yet another
boy.

And that was to suck on a dink.

But things never went exactly as planned. The other boys weren't interested
in doing what Ryder was hoping they'd do.

The Little was desperate.

All he wanted was to suck on one. Especially a huge one like this. Just
thinking about it made his own dinkie even harder.

Ryder was getting overly warm under the sheets. The athletic man radiated
so much heat.

The boy felt it only fair that if Kent was naked that Ryder should be too.

Carefully, he slipped out of his nightshirt. It felt good to be naked like
his Big Brother.

The preteen tilted his head. He could see more slippery stuff leaking out
of the pointer.

Not only did Ryder have the opportunity to suck on a dink - but he could
find out what the slippery stuff tasted like.

Shivering like a leaf, Ryder crawled forward. He opened his mouth. Kent's
dink was the biggest he'd ever seen.

Ryder opened wider. And he did what he'd always dreamed of doing.

He sucked on a dink.

AS HE LAY ON THE SOFT GRASS, KENT WAS SURPRISED HOW QUICKLY AND EAGERLY HIS
LOVER BOY WENT DOWN ON HIM. JUST A FLASH OF THAT HAPPY GRIN AND RYDER WAS
BETWEEN HIS LEGS. IT WAS EVERYTHING KENT HAD YEARNED FOR. THE FEEL OF THOSE
SOFT LIPS, THAT LITTLE TONGUE. IT WAS PURE HEAVEN.

FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, AS HE ENTERED THE ZONE BETWEEN ASLEEP and awake,
DREAM-KENT and real-life-Kent ENJOYED THE EXACT SAME SENSATION. AS DREAM-
RYDER and real-life Ryder LICKED AND SUCKED AT THE WIDE COCKHEAD CROWNING
THE MAN'S BIG DICK, ABSOLUTE BLISS FLOODED HIM.

And then there was just barely the scrape of teeth.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to cause the dream to splinter and Kent
to slowly come out of his happy coma. Groggily, he took stock of what was
happening. Instinct told him it was still very late, long before dawn.

A loving lick across his dick brought him further awake.

Reality hit him like a freight train. He was in his bed. He wasn't
alone. There was only one person it could be, a possibility that filled him
with equal parts horror and excitement.

Ryder was under the sheets sucking his dick!

Kent was utterly paralyzed. He had no idea what to do. The obvious answer,
to tell Ryder to stop, was stymied by how incredibly good it felt having
the boy curiously lick and suck him. And what would he say? How could he
even try and explain to Ryder how wrong this was?

THAT'S A RATIONALIZATION, he told himself, but it didn't change the fact
that he couldn't bear to see Ryder's face filled with hurt and shame. Kent
had felt that enough times himself to know how brutal it could be.

Ryder truly felt like he was the happiest kid in the history of the
world. Not only did he get to do what he'd always wished he could do, it
was with his Big Brother.

This wasn't the puny dinkie of another boy...

It was a REAL dink. A JOCK'S dink. KENT'S dink.

The pointer seemed to be bigger than a plump strawberry. Ryder licked and
sucked on it.  Knowing it belonged in his mouth.

The sticky stuff had a faint pineapple-y sweetness to it that was
addictive.

The first swallow only made Ryder hungry for more. He eagerly drank it
down. The pointer increased the flow of sticky stuff. It was definitely
coming out faster. With deep gulps, Ryder nursed on the pointer and enjoyed
the treat coming out of his Big.

Kent was caught between pleasure and panic. He hadn't initiated this. He
didn't ask for it. And if he didn't encourage it...? If he just pretended
to be asleep and let it happen...?

Ryder was confident he could get a little more of Kent in his mouth. He
pushed some of the cucumber past his lips. It was more comfortable with the
pointer resting on the back of his tongue. He returned to his sucking.

The grade-schooler loved his Big Brother. But he loved him even more in
this moment. They were sharing something specialer, even if Kent didn't
know his Little Brother was enjoying what he was doing to him.

SO WRONG. SO GOOD. SO WRONG. SO GOOD. SO WRONG. SO GOOD. SO WRONG. SO GOOD.

Kent hadn't had any action other than his hand since graduating from
college over a year ago, so he was utterly powerless as Ryder's sucking
intensified. And, of course, this was his boy, the one he'd been lusting
after in the secret places of his mind. Some of the kids in his Phys Ed
class were cute and he liked checking them out in the showers under the
guise of "making sure they were getting clean and not playing grab-ass."
But Ryder was the focus of all his fantasies.

Ryder, his cute, sweet Little, who had brought back a joy to Kent's life
he'd forgotten even existed, who could brighten his whole day with a
mischievous smile.

Guilt warred with lust within Kent. He had to call this off. It just wasn't
right. No matter how desperate he was, no matter how much his dick was
aching to fill Ryder's mouth with jizz...

From somewhere way down deep, Kent found the strength to say, softly and
calmly, "Ryder...  Stop."

The boy seized up with the dink in his mouth. The same dread washed over
Ryder as when his mom had found him sneaking bites of her sweet chocolate
that was only supposed to be used for baking.

But the consequences were worse tonight. It was over, Ryder knew it. Kent
would call his mom to cancel her trip and come pick up her nasty son. Maybe
she would find out the details or maybe it would be too disgusting for the
man to even want to talk about.

WHY DID I DO THIS WHEN MY BIG HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT COOL AND NICE? the
youngster thought as he slowly drew back and released the still-hard dink
from his mouth.

Ryder didn't know what to do. He looked at the pulsing organ one last time
to remember it. And in a small voice he said from under the covers:

"Sorry."

That word wrenched Kent's heart. "SORRY." He'd said it so many times to his
parents and they'd never stopped being disappointed in him. Hearing the
fear and despair in Ryder's voice helped Kent push through his panic as
well as his horniness. Instinct kicked in.

The Big brought his Little up from under the covers and wrapped him in a
hug. He wasn't surprised Ryder was naked and he didn't waste time flinching
away. He was already screwed if anyone found out, but none of that mattered
right then.

"It's okay, my sweet boy. It really is. Please don't cry."

He felt the youngster shaking in his arms. How well Kent knew that
terror. He'd lived with it his whole life, it seemed.

Ryder had closed his eyes in preparation for when Kent's two strong hands
would grab him by the shoulders. He expected to be dragged out and told to
get dressed and wait by the door for his ride. So he was startled to be
hugged and comforted. One moment he was sucking on the man's dink, the next
he was in the man's arms.

Ryder wrapped his own thin arms around Kent's neck, embarrassed that his
hard little dinkie was pressing into the man's chest, excited but also
ashamed by the sensation of the huge wet dink next to his shin.

What Kent wanted to do was kiss Ryder all over until his sadness turned
into helpless gasps of ecstasy. Instead, he ran his hands over his Little's
back soothingly and tried to think solely of what was best for the boy and
not what his dick wanted. But he had the answer, anyway, to the question of
if Ryder had been flirting with him. Not that it mattered. The kid was way
too young to know what he was even asking for.

"I'm not mad, doofus. Okay? I just... I wasn't expecting you to..."

The memory of that sweet mouth on his cock made it throb miserably.

"I didn't know you liked boys, Ryder. But it's okay. I... I'm gay too."

"You are?!"

Ryder drew back and stared incredulously into Kent's eyes. Some part of him
had hoped it might be true when he discovered his Big's dink was hard. But
Kent seemed too much of a guy's guy to be... different.

The boy was relieved by the firm nod of his Big.

Their nakedness was now exciting. Two gays together. Ryder didn't know what
it meant, but at least he didn't have to be ashamed or embarrassed. Well,
except for...

"I'm s-sorry for... sneaking... like that. I-I know it w-wasn't right."

"Well, yes, that was naughty, but you're always getting into things you
shouldn't, doofus." He tapped Ryder on the nose and smiled, but his humor
faded. "If anyone ever found out you did that... If they found out we were
naked in bed like this... we'd never be able to see each other again. And
that would be awful because I love hanging out with my Little."

They had a lot of secrets they kept from Ryder's mom, from BOJACK to
practicing parkour in empty buildings to that time Ryder had found and
asked about Kent's MEN'S HEALTH magazines. But this was Huge. Way
Huge. Life-Crushing-Huge. He had to be sure Ryder understood how dangerous
it was for anyone to find out. He wasn't going to threaten his Little.  He
knew Ryder was smart enough to understand if it was explained to him.

To hear the word "doofus" from the jock's lips was music to Ryder's
ears. The boy smiled at the normality that was returning to what seemed
destined to be a car crash in the brotherhood between him and the coolest
dude ever.

"I-I love hanging out with you, too, Big Brother. It's a-all I ever think
about."

The preteen was aware of the still-hard dink pressing against his leg and
the heavy smooth nutsack overlapping his small toes. It made the boy's
dinkie even harder.

"I don't e-even really like hanging out with other boys. This is... the
f-first time I was gay and didn't feel like it w-was wrong."

Ryder had the taste of meaty dink in his mouth. He still felt a bit guilty
for sucking on it without permission.

"I-I know nobody else would understand... But... I wouldn't s-say
anything. I like you way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way more than
anybody else. If I could only be with one person all the time, it'd totally
be you."

Kent wanted so badly to give Ryder what he was asking for. It was a pure
ache within him knowing that he never could. Before, when he'd held to his
belief that Ryder wasn't actually flirting with him, it had been easier to
keep his feelings in check. But now the boy was offering himself up, so
much so that Kent had to wonder if this was another dream.

He couldn't do it. He knew he couldn't. Even his parents' feelings about
being gay set aside, Kent saw Ryder as his Little. Just a boy. It would be
the worst kind of breach of trust to cross the line with him.

He smiled gently. "Ryder... That means everything to me. A handsome, sweet,
wonderful boy like you being interested in me is just the best feeling. But
we can't. I can't... I'm twice your age, an adult... It would be wrong for
me to let anything happen with us."

Ryder felt a pang of disappointment. I WAS HOPING... But the boy understood
it was wrong what he did, sucking on the huge dink in the middle of the
night while his Big was asleep. It was a relief that Kent wasn't furious at
him for being dirty.

"'Kay. I'm really sorry for... you know. Sh-Should I go back to... or can I
s-stay?" He tried not to use the puppy-dog eyes. Though it couldn't be
helped. "It'd be kinda like... camping, right? Us in a tent?"

The answer obviously had to be NO for about a thousand reasons, but Kent
saw Ryder's neediness and he just couldn't find it in him to send the boy
away. After all, he was already in deep. One night sleeping next to the
Little wouldn't really be all that much worse. Or something.  He was having
a rough time thinking just then.

Kent was going to need to go over everything when he was less tired and not
so horny. For now, he just murmured to Ryder that it was all right and the
way the boy smiled at him made him warm all over. He considered putting his
PJ bottoms back on, but he didn't think that would send the right
signal. So he just rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, all too aware
of temptation laying within touching distance, naked, eager, hopeful.

It was going to be a bad night.

Ryder was beyond happy to be sleeping in the same bed as the best adult
ever. The nightshirt was long forgotten somewhere in the sheets and he
hadn't been asked to put it on, so he lay there naked like his Big.

He realized his dinkie was still hard.

The youngster didn't think it would be bad if he snuggled a bit next to
Kent. Just against the muscled arm like he usually did.

Ryder scooted over and gently pressed up against it. The arm stiffened,
then relaxed. Would he be banished to the other side of the bed? He heard
Kent sigh the sigh when he called him a doofus. But the Big didn't send the
Little away. So Ryder nestled his face against the arm.

The boy lay there, still overly excited. In the shadows, Ryder could see
the sheets formed into a teepee between Kent's legs. It amazed him that a
short time ago, the dink was in his mouth.

Ryder was too worked up to sleep.

He whispered, very softly, "Big Brother? You awake?"

Kent opened one eye, smiling wryly. "No, I'm asleep, doofus." He was still
riding the high of the boy's words: "IF I COULD ONLY BE WITH ONE PERSON ALL
THE TIME, IT'D TOTALLY BE YOU."

No one had ever said anything like that to Kent and it was impossible to
not feel overjoyed knowing that was how Ryder felt. He just hoped they
could get past this awkward misstep, this one night, and get things back to
normal. Because that was the only choice in the matter, no matter how much
Ryder (and, yes, Kent as well) felt about things. Any sort of sexual
contact was simply not an option. So they had to go back to just being a
Big and his Little.

Ryder continued, "I just wanted to say... um... I just wanted to say..."

He felt the gentle caress of Kent's hand on his hair. It always made
everything easier, those caresses.

"I'm glad... to know you're... like m-me. I can't... talk to Mom
a-about..."

He wanted to explain why he did what he did, in case Kent changed his mind
tomorrow and never wanted to see him again.

"Other boys wanna be naked with girls... but I'm not like
that. And... And... when I tried... like...  you know... with other
boys... they didn't wanna. And last year, um, this guy... my best friend...
he, like... I think he was... YOU KNOW. Like us. But when me and him were
naked and stuff...  we started and then he said he didn't wanna... And the
next day he said I wasn't his friend no more and I never saw him after
that."

Ryder's heart beat faster again. But not because he was excited about being
with his Big naked. It was because the kid had never told anyone about
himself. Even though it was scary, it felt good being honest with someone
he thought would understand.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you did," Kent said, using the
words he wished he'd heard when he was Ryder's age.

"You're getting to the age where you're going to be interested in other
boys. It's natural. Some people will say it's not, but they're wrong."

He petted Ryder's hair a little more. "It means a lot that you'd share your
truth with me, little man.  Being your Big has been the best experience
I've ever had."

Ryder smiled and his heart glowed. "I'm glad you're my Big. You're so
smart. And so strong.  And so fun. And so... handsome."

The preteen loved those strokes to his head. Perhaps it meant Kent wouldn't
reject him. They could still be brothers.

He reached out for a half-hug and laid his hand across the man's
chest. Ryder had never fully touched it before.

"Kent? Did you... um...? When you were a kid like me, did you...?"

Kent felt the quicksand around him but he was powerless to escape. How
might he reject Ryder's advances without hurting the boy? He decided to
just hold off and hope his Little understood there were still boundaries.

"Did I what?" Kent asked, forcing his voice to remain even.

Ryder had been gazing into Kent's eyes, but the questions he had
embarrassed him somewhat. He nestled his face into his Big's chest. From
this vantage point, he could see the prominent teepee in the sheet between
Kent's legs. A little jolt ran through the boy with the realization that
the huge dink was still as hard as Ryder's little dinkie.

"Did you play w-with other boys? I only did three times. There was my best
friend who was no longer my best friend after we only started doing naked
stuff. Then there was this other boy when I was nine. He wanted to play
doctor. But then he asked this girl from our class to play and I realized
he only liked HER. Then there was this other boy before that. All three
times it...  wasn't fun. Did... Did you, like... YOU KNOW...?"

Kent was hoping his dick would just go down if he ignored it, but that of
course was a futile hope. Not with his boycrush snuggled up beside him.

"Um, yeah... I messed around with other boys. My best friend when I was
your age was Sam. He and I had so much fun together."

His mind's eye filled with the image of a laughing boy with sandy blond
hair, long enough to blow in the breeze, hazel-colored eyes that always
held a hint of mischief...

The twinge of sadness that hit him was enough to get his dick to finally
stop throbbing. "He and I practiced kissing each other... And then we
touched each other and stuff... Just boy stuff, nothing serious."

But it had been serious enough to their fathers.

Ryder felt a thrill of excitement. In his imagination, it was he instead of
Sam who had touched Kent and kissed Kent and did other stuff with Kent. It
made him want his Big even more.

"That sounds like so much fun."

The boy cuddled his body right up against the man. He wanted Kent to know
his own dinkie was just as stiff, even if it was much, much smaller. It
felt good to poke against Kent's naked side.

"I know I'm not allowed to s-say this... But part of me is kind of happy
the other boys didn't wanna... do n-naked stuff. It... It was specialer
that I... got to do it with you."

His little heart was thudding so fast again.

Kent shifted ever so slightly away. He had to somehow stop this train, but
he sensed the brakes were busted and the bridge ahead was out. He was
headed right over the cliff.

"It means a lot to me that... that you want to do that stuff with me,
Ryder. I wish I was younger so we could... But we just can't... It's not
right... It... It wouldn't be good for you. And we could get in so much
trouble..."

He had no idea how things had gotten so turned around and messed up that he
was the one making excuses. But he had to try and get Ryder to understand
they couldn't do the things he was asking for.

"I wish... I wish you were my age, 'cause m-maybe... maybe I could feel
what it's l-like to... But...  I don't think I'll ever meet a boy... like
me. Ever."

Ryder felt such love and care for his Big, now that he knew they were even
more the same, and that he wasn't in trouble for doing dirty
stuff. Pressing him up even closer, the kid threw a slender bare leg
lightly across the man's stomach.

"P-Plus, I... um... I kinda don't like boys... I mean boys my age. They can
be so stupid... I thought I'd w-wanna suck their dinkie. But, um... it was
way, way, way, way cooler sucking, um... your big-boy dink."

Kent knew it would be so easy to cross the Forbidden Line. He was
completely desperate to do so. His body physically ached to take hold of
Ryder and make love to him.

And he felt like absolute garbage for being so tempted. Because he knew
that Ryder wasn't old enough to have any clue what he was asking for. He
couldn't know.

Kent apologized to his throbbing dick and gently but firmly scooted Ryder
back onto his side of the bed.

"We can't," he said softly. "I wish... But we can't."

He grabbed his PJ bottoms from where they'd fallen onto the floor and
yanked them on.

Ryder was startled. Another frustratingly brief flash revealed the Big's
enormous dink. Ryder's heart nearly stopped from the sight of it. And the
PJ bottoms did nothing to hide its impressive size.

The boy suddenly felt bad again for upsetting Kent. If he did or said
anything else that was wrong, it would for certain mean he would no longer
have a brother.

"'Kay. Sorry. I-I'll go."

The boy slipped out of bed and momentarily forgot he was still in the buff
as he padded to the doorway. He stopped, wondering if they should dig out
the nightshirt lost in the tangled bedsheets. It was awkward because Ryder
didn't know which was worse to show the Big Brother - his bare butt or his
still-hard dinkie.

Ryder turned back.

"Um... Since it wasn't bad or anything, um... Could you just show me
maybe... what you and Sam did? I mean, you kiss me on the forehead and
stuff... It-It'd be like that, wouldn't it?"

Kent glanced over at the boy. There was nearly no light in the room, but
his eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see the beauty in all his naked
glory. In made him dizzy. He actually stopped breathing for a moment.

He licked his lips, imagining what the gorgeous boy might taste like, what
sounds he might make as his preteen body quaked with pleasure...

Maybe... Maybe there were things they could do... Simple things, nothing
really sexual... Kent would have loved for someone to help guide him
through the turbulent time of gay adolescence.

No, it was wrong. He knew it was wrong.

He eyed his Little for a long moment, feeling absolutely certain the boy
would be his downfall.

"I'll teach you how to kiss... If you want. But on two conditions. One, you
need to put on some underwear and the tee shirt again. And two, you swear
you never tell anyone about this."

"Whoa, Kent! O! Kay!" Thrilled beyond measure, Ryder bolted naked to the
living room and rummaged through his belongings until he found a clean pair
of undies, the ones with the Spider- Man design. The boy hustled back into
the bedroom and leapt onto the bed. After realizing he hadn't done what he
was supposed to do, Ryder struggled to get into his briefs, first realizing
he had put them on backwards then finding himself unable to put his foot
through the opening.

"Oops, I... Sorry."

He noticed Kent was waiting with the nightshirt, so at last Ryder laid on
the bed and arched his back as he slid on his underwear.

"You are such a doofus." Kent slipped the shirt back over his Little's head
and then let the excited boy wriggle his way into it.

No longer naked with Ryder made things a tiny bit easier. Kent could still
see the cliff he was heading over, but he wasn't plunging towards it quite
so fast.

He sat down and took the boy's small hands in his large ones. "You really
sure about this?"

Kent knew Ryder needed him to be confident, a bedrock of certainty, but he
was barely holding it together. If he could get through this little lesson
without shooting in his PJs, it would be a major victory.

Ryder's excitement did not abate. He was unprepared for how it would feel
to be sitting here all romantic with Kent. The boy blushed and his palms
dampened. Big and Little had touched one another many times... but this was
different... it wasn't brotherly... it was... different. Ryder felt his
cheeks redden even more until they burned. His mouth went dry.

"Um... Yeah... And... And I promise n-never to say anything. N-Not to
Mom. Or... or anybody at school... Or... I promise, Kent, I promise I'll
never say."

The boy quivered. Even more than he did before putting his Big's dink in
his mouth.

"C-Could you... Could you, like... do exactly like... you d-did with Sam?
Y-You said you liked it, so... s-so I think maybe I will too."

Ryder had another reason for acting out everything Kent had done with the
kid his age. Certainly he would have a better understanding what it was
like to be gay. But it would also make him less jealous to have done the
things with Kent that had made his Big so happy as a boy.

Kent had no intention of doing things exactly as he had with Sam, since
that would involve a return to nakedness, but Ryder didn't need to know
that.

"It'll be hard to do it the same way, doofus. I'm a lot better at it
now..."

He cupped Ryder's chin in his hands. "You are the most beautiful boy I've
ever met. I mean that."

He looked into those innocent blue eyes for a moment, the recriminations
and guilt weighing on him heavily. He heard his father's voice telling him
he was disgusting.

Ryder stammered, "Is - Is that wh-what you said to S-?"

Almost in defiance of his past ghosts, Kent leaned in and gently pressed
his lips to Ryder's. It was like an electric shock as something he'd been
dreaming of finally, magically, happened.

Ryder's mind went elsewhere. His eyes fluttered, his stomach dropped, his
lips tingled, his legs locked up, his toes curled. He understood in that
moment what Cloud Nine was, because he was riding on it.

The Little was kissing his Big. An 11-year-old with a 23-year-old. A puny
doofus with a hot jock.

The youngster was lost and never wanted to find his way out.

COULD A KISS GO ON FOR ETERNITY?

Ryder desperately hoped so.

But it had to end.

And it did.

After Kent broke the kiss, Ryder was still in his half-dreamy state. The
air felt cool after being separated from the warmth of his Big's face.

Kent stared down. Ryder looked so sweet and cute and... yes, sexy as hell,
sitting there with that dazed look on his face. The teacher gave the pupil
a gentle smile and poked him in the chest.

"That's kissing. What did you think?"

Kent was leaking precome into his PJ bottoms. He knew there was no hiding
how hard he was.  But he was trying with all his might to make this about
the boy.

Ryder was convinced his little heart would burst from all the thumping
against his rib cage.

"Th-That... was, um..." The preteen whimpered and tried to stay awake. It
wasn't because it was way past his bedtime - Ryder was too excited to ever
sleep again - it was because he was so overcome he felt like he was
slipping into a fantasyland.

"I really, really, really liked it. Kissing r-rules. S-So what else did
you... do with Sam?"

Ryder gazed up at Kent with cute dopey eyes. He was crushing so hard on his
Big.

Kent shook his head. "I don't want to do with you what I did with Sam. I
want to do stuff with you that is all yours, doofus."

The chain slipped. Kent moved in for another kiss, this one deeper and more
passionate. This was all he was going to give himself so he would pour
everything he had into it. He wanted to be able to remember these kisses
forever.

Swiping his tongue along the boy's smaller one, Kent sighed happily into
the kiss, losing himself in the sweetness of his Little.

Ryder's protest he was about to launch over Sam was silenced. This next
kiss was just as powerful as the last one. Even more so. Because they were
frenching. And everyone at school knew that kissing with tongues meant you
were serious. You were totally grown up.

The grade-schooler kissed back, all awkward, lips stiff, too much teeth,
but he wanted to show Kent he could be an adult. That he was ready for
whatever gays did together. He placed his small hands on the wide bare
shoulders of his Big, the sleeves of his nightshirt slipping messily down
his pencil-thin arms, his little tongue gently battling with the larger
tongue in his mouth.

Kent lost himself in the wonderment of making out with Ryder. He didn't
mind the clumsiness at all. In fact, he found it exciting, being the first
real kiss the boy experienced.

After a few minutes, Kent finally pulled back and looked into the boy's
eyes with a coy smile.  "You're pretty good at that."

"I... I am?" Ryder smiled, pleased with himself. He felt like he belonged
here, because Kent approved of his kissing skills.

Kent nodded. Somehow his hand had landed on the kid's knee and his thumb
stroked the smooth skin absently. He wanted to pull the tee off his Little
and kiss and lick every inch of him, but he got a hold of himself.

Ryder flushed again as the meaty hand on his knee made his little dinkie
flex in his briefs.  "Could we...? Kent, please could we do everything you
did with Sam? Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaase? Just so I know what you did... and what
you like?"

The little eyes bore into Kent. Willing him to satisfy the boy's
curiosity. Since his Big made it seem like this might be the last time they
might do anything together, Ryder just had to know what else Kent had
gotten up to with his childhood friend, and maybe Ryder would feel like he
was there instead.

"It would be, like... it was me and you... when you were... my age."

"We didn't do much more than kiss and touch each other," Kent said, looking
away. At college he had tried to reach out and contact Sam but wasn't able
to track him down. Kent wondered if those days they'd spent together had
impacted his friend as much as they had him.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Kent?" The boy knew the time for puppy-dog eyes was
now, because if the two of them stopped it might never happen
again. "I... You're my Big, aren't you? Aren't you supposed to, like, help
me learn? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

Kent hid his amusement at the kid's begging. It was both sexy and adorable.

"Are you completely sure, Ryder? This is stuff you really should do with
someone your own age..." He took in the boy's mutinous look at that
statement and sighed. "Okay, but you really can't tell anyone."

With a nervous smile, Kent ran his hands up under the boy's shirt, along
those smooth thighs and up to where the tiny undies could be found.

"We touched each other all over... We didn't know anything about
anything... We just did what felt good..."

He slipped the shirt off and set it aside.

Ryder shivered in his Spider-Man briefs. Only a couple times Kent had
helped him out of a shirt, but never in preparation for what they were
about to do.

The Little gazed up at his Big.

Kent. The coolest man ever to have lived. Handsome, rugged, strong. About
to show him how to be gay.

This was the most exciting moment of the 11-year-old's life.

"Is... Is this what you did to Sam?"

"Yeah... We touched each other just like this..."

Kent ran his hands over Ryder's narrow chest, cheeks flushed with arousal,
lips parted as he sucked in nervous breaths. Guilt and need battled within
him, but he didn't stop touching Ryder.  He liked the look of surprise and
pleasure on the boy's face.

"Does that feel good?"

Ryder nodded, his whole body shivering from the delicate and sensual
touches of his Big. The boy's undies were pitched, a much smaller tent than
the one in Kent's PJ bottoms, but the fabric still strained.

"It does f-feel good. A-And..."

The boy raised his hands toward Kent.

"What... What did Sam do to you?" He bit his lip, ready to reenact whatever
the other kid had done.

Kent drew Ryder's hand to his chest. "Just the same sort of thing..."

He left Ryder's hand there and went back to caressing the boy's chest. Of
course, he and Sam touched more intimate places, but there was no way he
was going to encourage that with Ryder.  This was enough as a lesson. Ryder
could work out the rest with a boy from school.

Smiling, Ryder relished the contact of his small hand pressed again the
stone-hard chest. He mimicked his Big, running his fingers over the skin,
feeling the prickles of the lightly-patterned chest hairs. The youngster
got a thrill hearing Kent groan and grunt. He did his best not to tickle,
but to make tingles.

"Wh-What else?" He noticed his Big staring half-lidded. It was a small
victory to see the effect Ryder as a pint-sized boy had on this powerful
man. "Kent? What else?"

"That's it, doofus, touching and kissing." He took Ryder's hand off his
chest and held it in his larger one.

Kent was happy he'd been Ryder's first kiss and he was grateful to the boy
for trusting him, but that trust came with a weight of responsibility.

"Ok, that's all, little man. We need to stop now."

Ryder's face dropped. Everything was so new and important that he memorized
every word and action.

"But that's not what you said before. You said you guys kissed and
touched. And then you said you did other stuff. You promised you'd show me
how to be gay and I said I wouldn't tell. And you also said I had to be
honest." The kid could see his Big's forehead furrow. "Like when I
accidentally wrecked my friend's bike, remember? You said it was an
important lesson for me to be honest with him. So how come you won't be
with me?"

Kent shook his head. "No, Ryder. The other stuff was... was stuff I
absolutely shouldn't do with you."

He had to somehow keep control of this situation before it got completely
out of hand. For the hundredth time he reminded himself that Ryder had no
idea what he was actually asking for. As mature as the preteen thought he
was, he was still a child.

Ryder frowned. "That means... you got naked, didn't you?"

In one fluid motion, Ryder peeled off his undies and tossed them away. He
lay there, elbows pressed into the mattress, legs splayed, boy dinkie
pointing straight out.

"Please teach me, Big Brother. Every time I try to be myself with another
boy I just... How come I can't know what it's like? You got to do it. How
come I can't?"

The boy's soulful, sad eyes stared up with hunger and need.

Kent was utterly flummoxed. He usually had no trouble keeping Ryder in
line. The boy could be a handful, but he always listened to
Kent. Apparently, that was over.

"All right... But just this once..."

Kent made sure his voice was firm. Somehow it seemed to him that as long as
it was just one night, one time, he would still be on the side of angels.

He slipped his PJ bottoms off and settled down next to
Ryder. "Okay... Touch where you want..."

Ryder was like a puppy jumping at the door to be let out, but once the
obstacle was removed, it would freeze at the prospect of complete freedom.

The sight of Kent's dink, now unencumbered by complete darkness, was a
sight to behold. A rocket, wrist thick, angry with hardness. The nutsack
slung over one thigh. A narrow bush of dark red hair like on Kent's head
over the base.

Ryder looked over every inch of what was between the Big's legs. Then he
peered up.

"Wh-What did Sam touch? Show me. P-Please."

It was the constant mention of Sam and the tiny knives that drove into
Kent's heart that kept him from getting so horny that he took this too
far. It was weird that he hadn't thought of Sam this much in years, but now
the memory of those summer days came back with crystal clarity.

He brought Ryder's hand to his throbbing dick, looking nervous but
resolved. Then he reached out and took Ryder's smaller prick in his fingers
and gently stroked.

"Like this..."

Ryder seized up. His breaths shallow. The boy felt he was right there in
the past with Kent.

Two gay kids discovering one another.

Except what Ryder held in his hand was no mere dinkie. It was a man's huge
dink. The youngster's little fingers squeezed the spongy hardness and
mimicked the strokes of his Big.

It was the same intense thrill as when Mom had told Ryder he would be
staying at Kent's place for a whole week.

Now they were naked together and being the kinds of boys Ryder could only
wish for.

"I... like this. A lot." A gentle, sweet smile played on the corners of
Ryder's lips.

"Don't forget the kissing," Kent said softly and leaned in to press their
lips together.

He stroked Ryder's stiffie as they made out, completely shocked that they
were doing this. It felt good, so good, to be with Ryder this way, enough
so to quiet the guilt for now.

As they made out some more, Kent could feel his dick getting ready to blast
from the gentle strokes of his Little. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold
back much longer.

Ryder melted into a puddle of pure happiness. He felt it was he and not Sam
who had first kissed Kent and touched dinkies together.

His quaking continued and his senses were heightened. The jerking of the
man's fingers on his little dinkie was the most amazing feeling in the
world. Ryder had never felt closer to Kent.

"You're the greatest... The greatest," the boy whispered.

Kent felt like the greatest right then, showing his boy how to feel
good. The kissing went on, languid, sensuous, loving as Kent stroked his
Little's wee boy dick. As wrong as it was, at least he was making sure
Ryder's first sexual experience was as good as it could possibly be. He
felt the boy trembling, from excitement and pleasure both. It made Kent
happy to know Ryder was enjoying it, that as a Big Brother he was able to
give this to the kid he was so fond of.

The enormous dink was so steely hard in Ryder's weak grip. The kisses took
him to a place even better than what he imagined Disneyland would be like,
so at times the boy forgot to keep churning the thick pole in time with
Kent's jerking of his dinkie. But when he remembered, Ryder resumed the
stroking, his fingers getting messier with the sticky oil seeping out of
the pee hole.

"Is... Is this more than you did with Sam?" the 11-year-old whimpered to
his 23-year-old mentor.  Hope was etched into his face as Kent drew back
from their kiss.

"No, it's just the same... That's what you asked for, doofus," Kent said
with a smile, his eyes half- lidded.

It felt so wonderful being skin to skin with Ryder that it was difficult to
remember why he had argued so hard against letting this happen. But he did
remember. They had gone way further than he had planned and he was not
going to let this escalate.

"You're going to find a boy you like, someone your age, and you're going to
have fun learning about all these things with him."

Ryder tried to hide his disappointment, but being young he lacked the skill
necessary. Kent just didn't understand the boy didn't want to be with
anyone else. Now that they were naked and making each other feel good, the
Little never wanted it to end.

"I only want to be with you, Big Brother. Nobody else I know - likes
boys. I wish I could kiss you and play with your dink all the time."

Ryder was startled by Kent's deep moan as his tiny hand squeezed and jerked
the big pointer.  The excitement that a little kid could make an adult feel
good was overwhelming. With this bit of knowledge under his belt, Ryder
concentrated on churning the pointer, his fingers now coated with the slick
oil.

Kent knew he wouldn't be able to make Ryder understand right then, and he
could barely concentrate as the kid earnestly pumped his aching dick. Yeah,
there would be time enough in the light of day to get Ryder to understand
the truth.

"You're going to make me cum, Ryder..." At the boy's perplexed look, he
said, "It's when a man...  MMM... shoots his sperm. It feels really
good... Keep going and you'll see..."

Ryder was over the moon. He was being allowed to see something even
specialer from Kent!

"Is it the white stuff that my friend Hudson's big brother says shoots
out?"

The boy's eyes widened and completely focused on the pointer. The closeness
he felt with the man he idolized... it was something he would never forget
in a million years.

Ryder had never seen Kent look so happy and... helpless. Being that his Big
was always so strong and controlled.

"Unnn... Y-Yeah... Ffff... Oh, that's it... YEAH!"

Kent spewed the load that had been churning in his balls for hours,
spraying jets of cum that spattered Ryder's chest and coated his little
hand. Kent spasmed and groaned as the climax overwhelmed him, making him
dizzy. In the wake of it he sat there panting, cheeks crimson, eyes
clouded.

Uncertainly, he looked at Ryder, wondering how the boy would react.

Ryder's jaw was hanging. His eyes bright with wonder. He couldn't believe
he was coated in the sperm that had shot out of the dink.

A part of Kent was all over him. It sprayed out like the champagne bottle
that his mom had uncorked for New Year's. Ryder would mark in his calendar
the date for today - July 6.

It was July 6 when Ryder had made Kent shoot his sperm all over
him. Everything between them would change. They would no longer just be Big
Brother and Little Brother - they were now naked BFFs.

"Wowwwwwwwwwwwww" was all the boy could manage as his face broke into the
biggest grin.

Kent smiled at the boy's happiness. Ryder was always such an adventurous
boy, never flinching from a challenge. It was one of the things he adored
about his Little.

He took Ryder's hand in his and licked off some of the jizz. "It's tasty,
if you wanted to try it."

The boy had, after all, already sucked his dick. Letting him sample some
jizz was not pushing things altogether that much further. And once the
youngster's curiosity was sated, they could go back to just being a Big and
his Little without this sex stuff confusing things.

Or so Kent hoped.

Ryder was even more astonished - you could actually swallow sperm? But what
made the preteen thunderstruck was the contact between his fingers and
Kent's tongue. I'M NEVER WASHING THIS HAND EVER AGAIN.

The two had shared ice creams last summer when they first met. "Hey, Ryder,
check out the raspberry swirl flavor." The boy would have a lick of his
Big's treat. "'Kay, then you gotta try my rum and raisin." And he'd hold up
his cone and Kent would lick his.

But this wasn't ice cream. It was a completely different kind of
cream. Cream that had come out of Kent's balls, if Hudson's big brother was
to be believed, and why not since he was right about everything else.

Kent had given Ryder permission to sample the Big's sperm. The stuff that
Ryder had helped to make.

"This... is so cool," smiled the boy. He brought his gooey fist to his
mouth and slurped the sperm.

In theory, with his cock sated, Kent should have had no reason to find the
sight of his Little licking up his jizz so unbearably hot that he wanted to
just pounce the boy and kiss him until they were both breathless. But again
he reminded himself this was not about him.

His Little consumed every droplet of come on his hand, and he noticed how
pleased the boy was by the taste. It was the sexiest thing Kent had ever
witnessed.

"Did you like it?"

"Mmmm mmmm," cooed Ryder.

The first taste was so rich and sweet, like the fresh cream he had sampled
from a roadside dairy stand. The sperm was delicious on it own, made even
more so with the knowledge it had come from Kent's manhood. The kid was
like an addict, licking his entire fist clean.

"You were so right, Big Brother, it's the tastiest. I gotta have more."

The boy swiped another fistful off his spattered body and licked that
entire batch clean.

Relaxed and giggly, Ryder said, "Bet Sam didn't get to do THIS with you."
Kent had shared something new with Ryder and it was only for him.

"No, Sam and I never did this," he answered.

The youngster scooped up a third fistful and downed it all. "I totally love
your sperm."

Kent had no idea what to say to that. What did one say to such a sweet
angel, looking at you with come on his lips, eyes bright, grin lighting his
face? Ryder was a vision of sweetness and sexiness and Kent was utterly
enraptured.

The man moved in for another kiss; less fervent, more loving. He focused on
bringing his Little the most pleasure his preteen body could handle. With
one hand behind the boy's head, the other went down to play with the little
stiffie.

Ryder moaned into Kent as the adult thumb and index finger played with his
dinkie. The grade- schooler sensed the residual come trickling down his
chest, tickling and delighting his soft smooth skin.

Love. Ryder was in love.

Kent listened to the ever-increasing sighs of euphoria from the boy. He
didn't know if Ryder had ever masturbated before or had a dry cum, and if
not, Kent wanted his Little to have that experience.

The jock kissed his way down the narrow chest, flicking his tongue over
Ryder's stiff nipples and then went lower until he took the little boydick
into his mouth.

It was all for Ryder's pleasure, he rationalized. Nothing more to it than
that.

With utter astonishment, Ryder watched the slow descent of Kent's head. The
virgin sensation of lips pleasuring his chest... the virgin sensation of a
tongue pleasuring his nipples... the virgin sensation of a mouth sucking
his dinkie...

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh..." Ryder arched his back and pressed his groin into the
adult mouth. It was the most intense feeling ever, as if his dinkie were
freefalling through space and hurtling into his Big Brother.

The kid gripped the sheets with his fists and dug his little toes into the
quilt. It was like this driving video game he had played that had him
racing other players on this insane track with twists and turns and
loop-the-loops. But this was even wilder - it was making him dizzier with
each suck.

Ryder couldn't believe how good it felt. Part of him was shy and
embarrassed at how small he was in comparison to the cucumber-sized dink of
his Big Brother. But Kent made Ryder feel wanted and important. He could
feel the man's eyelashes and nose pressed against his tummy.

All the boy ever thought about was sucking another male. Finally, though,
he understood what it felt like to be the recipient. And, more importantly,
what it meant to be gay.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn... Uhhhnnn..."

The noises of pleasure spurred Kent on, making him lick and suck on the
hairless boy rod with loving attentiveness. It was heavenly being able to
share this with his Little.

It made his own cock harden again, hearing Ryder moan while he experienced
his first BJ. Kent sighed contentedly, electric pulses of arousal sparking
across his nerves.

The tiny prick in his mouth twitched with excitement and Kent could feel
the tremors running through the boy. Something was building up within
Ryder.

Sporting a sweet silly grin, Ryder caressed the sides of Kent's head as a
signal he was having the time of his life. His dinkie was treated to the
specialest tongue bath. The kid never wanted it to end.

But if that seemed good, Ryder was unprepared for how much better it felt
when his dinkie unexpectedly did a kind of SPROING, and suddenly it was too
late for Ryder to warn his Big that, with no control of his own, he was
about to -

"UhhhhhnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNN!!!"

His dinkie was popping away in Kent's mouth! Three sharp pops followed by
two less intense ones.

"S-Sorry..." But Ryder wasn't exactly sorry, because the popping was the
most amazing thing that had ever happened to his dinkie.

Kent smiled in bliss as the boy spasmed through his little dry climax. When
Ryder settled at last, the Big let the Little's dick slip from his lips and
he moved to lay on his side.

"There ya go, doofus," Kent said with a loving grin. "That's an orgasm."

They'd crossed the bridge and he was still in one piece. It was going to be
difficult to get back to normal, but he knew they could and it would be for
the best. At least this way, Ryder knew liking boys was all right and Kent
had a taste of what he yearned for.

The 11-year-old had a dazed smile on his face. Armed with Kent's
explanation, he put two and two together and realized what had happened
wasn't an accident from his bladder but that he had the thing you get when
you're older! An orgasm. No wonder boys loved it!

"Wow, Kent, wooowwwww... Did you actually taste my sperms?"

The Little slid close to his Big and lay face to face.

"Nah, you're too young. A couple more years yet."

"You're the coolest Big Brother who ever lived." Ryder threw his arms
around Kent's neck, filled with a joy that couldn't be put into words. He
gave the man a peck on the lips.

"Thank you for... well, like, for everything... Now I'm really, really glad
I didn't do nothing with those other dumb boys. You let me be gay for the
first time with you and... it was specialer than...  than anything."

Ryder wanted to say more. But he was tongue tied from the millions of
thoughts and feelings.

Kent yearned to keep touching Ryder. He knew the boy would welcome it. At
this point, he had no doubt the kid would go along with anything. But he
kept his hands to himself. They had to bring this encounter to an end.

"Now... It really is time for you to get dressed and go back to the couch."

"I won't tell, I promise I won't tell. But can I please sleep here with
you? I also promise not to keep you up. I promise I'll lie still. I just
wanna... I don't wanna be by myself. Would you...?  Pleeeeeezzzzz?"

Kent arched an eyebrow. "Ryder..."

And again the puppy dog eyes. Kent actually chuckled and shook his
head. The boy was completely shameless and incorrigible. It was a battle
not even worth fighting.

"All right, but you still need to be dressed, doofus."

Without a word of protest, Ryder pulled his Spider-Man briefs back on -
this time getting into them correctly on the first attempt - and he was
helped into his nightshirt. He noticed Kent putting the PJ bottoms back on.

"I thought you slept naked."

"They might not be comfortable, but I'm wearing them." Kent didn't want to
tell the boy not only did he need the barrier but also they were a clear
sign that sexy times were over.

Ryder felt compelled to snuggle against Kent, so he pressed his backside
into the man's chest.  Despite the exasperated sigh from his Big, Ryder
wasn't pushed to the other side of the bed; instead he felt a powerful arm
wrap around his body. The kid lay there contentedly next to the jock and
smiled as the two spooned.

The hardon that wouldn't go away in the PJs pressed against the back of
Ryder's bare leg. The boy wanted to say something.

"Just go to sleep," said Kent preemptively.

"But how come mine's gone down and yours hasn't?"

"Because mine's used to coming at least twice a day." Kent immediately
regretted revealing this fact. Fatigue had made him say it.

The youngster suggested, "What if I just sucked-?"

"Ryder-"

"Listen, listen. Then you'll be able to sleep and you won't even hafta wear
PJs. Plus, you did it to me so it'd only be fair."

ONLY TO BE FAIR... AS IF IT WERE THAT SIMPLE...

It was supposed to be over and done now. And it could be if Kent just told
Ryder to go to sleep and stop pushing. That was all he had to do.

But he thought of the deal he had made with himself. That it was just the
one night and then no more. He would never again let himself have this
chance. This would be the only time he could ever feel that hot mouth on
his cock again...

The boy had already serviced him... How much worse would it be to let him
go all the way?

Ryder, sensing hesitation, snaked a hand down and took a hold of Kent's
dink through the cotton fabric. When his Big didn't object, the boy smiled,
sensing victory around the corner. He'd learned in the last year to know
when to push and when to retreat with Kent. That had been how they'd
started watching BOJACK, after all.

Kent watched the boy warily, feeling his defenses crumble. He couldn't even
speak, couldn't make himself acknowledge he was going to allow this. He
just nodded slowly, excitement and dread intertwining within him.

He pushed his PJs down and laid back, letting his Little have his way.

Ryder was shivering again; this was like getting the present you had
actually asked for.

The sight of Kent's dink took his breath away. He had barely seen it under
the sheets and had only partially seen it while jerking. Now the manhood
and the nutsack were in full view.

Carefully, the boy climbed between his Big Brother's legs. It was a thrill
to see more stuff dripping from the pointer. The boy was hungry - hungrier
than he'd ever been.

"You have the coolest dink."

Ryder lifted the ultra-heavy pole and brought the pointer to his open lips.

I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO SUCK ON MY BIG BROTHER AND DRINK THE SPERM THAT
SHOOTS STRAIGHT FROM HIS BALLS.

"What is this stuff, Big Brother?"

"Precome."

"I really like it."

With a satisfaction he had never experienced before in his life, Ryder
shoved the pointer and part of the cucumber past his lips and sucked.

Kent pushed aside his nerves and let himself enjoy the unbelievable,
surreal experience of his sweet boycrush taking his dick into his preteen
mouth. Before, the Big had been confounded by shock and guilt, but now he
could let himself revel in the sensation.

When Ryder's sexy blue eyes glanced up at him, looking for reassurance and
approval, Kent smiled and nodded at him, petting his blond hair sweetly.

"You can stop whenever you want, little man. And you don't have to
swallow..."

But Kent had a feeling his determined Little wasn't going to stop until he
had a bellyful of jizz.

The love that Ryder felt for his Big Brother was demonstrated with each
contented slurp and swallow. The boy smiled around the shaft. Now he had a
chance to explore. His hand slid up and down the pole. Reached into the
patch of dark red hair above the base. Played with the nuts almost the size
of ping-pong balls.

And the whole time his mouth kept up a steady vacuum. Which produced
weakened moans from his usually powerful mentor.

Ryder. He was the one giving Kent the most private of pleasures.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh god, Ryder."

THIS IS ME, thought the Little. I'M DOING THIS TO HIM. The boy wanted to be
here forever to drink from his Big.

"That's good... Mmmm... Open wider... Watch the teeth... There you go."

Kent studied the kid sucking him, not wanting to miss a second of it. He
was going to remember this forever. His eyes were wide as he took in the
sight of his Little Brother earnestly trying to get as much cock as he
could in his mouth.

"Yeah... Just relax your throat... You're doing so good..."

Kent smiled in bliss. The boy was really doing it, really sucking him
off. It was unbelievably hot.

Following every instruction to the letter, Ryder quickly discovered how to
get more cucumber into his mouth. It became apparent how tight his throat
was, but by relaxing it, he could introduce more and more of the thick slab
into him until the dink fit quite naturally in his mouth.

YOU'RE DOING SO GOOD.

The praise went straight to Ryder's head. And why not, he had wanted so
badly to taste his Big, and here he was pleasuring the man who brought him
so much joy. Kent's eyes stared at him with such intensity that it made
Ryder blush and avert his gaze. But a word of praise would be spoken and
the boy felt compelled to once again exchange glances with his Big Brother.

Those furtive looks were all it took to get Kent racing towards the
edge. He stroked the boy's cheek with one thumb, moaning softly as Ryder
kept working him. It wasn't that Ryder was naturally talented, though he
was an eager student, but the fact that it was his Little doing this was
the hottest thing imaginable.

"Gonna shoot... Oh man..."

Ryder was wild-eyed with excitement. He had done an awesome job because
Kent was about to make his sperm.

The legs (conditioned from a daily jogging routine) flexed with rock-hard
muscle. The belly (flat from 100 crunches each morning) went taut and
revealed a faint four-pack. The hands (callused from outdoor summer jobs)
gripped the back of Ryder's head.

But most importantly, the cucumber and the pointer went solid, then
thickened.

Ryder was treated to another huge batch! But this time it all went straight
down his throat!

"Ohhhh yeah... GOD!"

Kent gasped and shook all over as he pumped jizz into the boy's mouth, back
arching with pleasure. It left him limp and ragged, utterly spent and
tingling from ecstasy.

"Ryder... That..." He smiled dazedly at the boy. "So good... Thank you..."

Ryder was fit to burst, smiling up at Kent and gently swallowing the rest
of the sperm trickling from the pointer. He released the dink from his
mouth. "Nuh-uh, thank YOU, Kent. This was the best time I ever
had... ever. Oh-oh."

The boy noticed a white dot of sperm forming on the tip and gingerly licked
it up, grinning at the satisfied moans of the jock.

He let his Big pull him back up to spoon.

Kent smiled. "It was fun for me, too, Ryder. Now, c'mon, doofus, let's get
some rest."

Moments later, Ryder heard the man's quiet snores. The enormous dink
softened a little against his leg.

Ryder snuggled against Kent. Determined to stay awake to enjoy the
cuddling. He was a good boy and remained in the nightshirt and briefs. If
he was FORCED to wear bedclothes, it would always have to be Kent's
oversized tee shirts.

Ryder didn't know much about being gay, but of one thing he was certain. He
was in love with Kent. This was only the first day of their sleepover -
they still had almost a whole week together.  The boy was also certain by
the end of it Kent would realize he was in love with Ryder.