Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2021 07:46:10 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 12 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 12 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 woke with a start. What had disturbed him, he wasn't sure. His apartment was quiet. Permeating the bedroom was the light snoring of four very unconscious boys - the Brothers. The teacher looked around uneasily for a moment even as sleep tugged at him to return his head to the pillow. Cuddled up against the man's one arm was Ryder with Brandon spooned up behind his boyfriend. Occupying the man's other arm was Russell - the newly-devirginated boy had been so blissed out from the fucking that he'd only smiled dreamily and nodded when told that Kent had popped the cherries of all the boys in the Brotherhood and was, in fact, dating Clint. All that seemed to concern Russell was being included in the special bond the group shared. Clint made a disgruntled noise from between the man's legs. It was now clear what had startled Kent awake. His semi-hard horse cock had slipped out of the 10-year-old's mouth while shifting in his sleep. Kent watched the middle Welsh brother mutter drowsily, slip the dickhead back into his empty maw and drift off with a smile of contentment. Kent finally accepted nothing was amiss and settled back down. He was out in seconds. Knowing everything was as it should be. ***** The next day was a rowdy bunch of fun. After breakfast, Kent and the boys went out and purchased snacks for the final World Series game scheduled for the following day. Along with other essentials they were running low on, like lube. Once back at the apartment, the Brotherhood engaged in a little Greek wrestling. Russell and Clint stayed on the sidelines, cheering as Brandon and Ryder took on the former college grappler. And, of course, that got them so horny they ended up having sex again. Russell, still shy, went with his teacher to the bedroom, but he did let Clint tag along. Kent blew a load down his little boyfriend's throat before mounting Russell like he had the night before. Afterwards, lying there with two satisfied boys beside him, Kent couldn't help but grin. Life was damn good. Ryder Strauss was happy to be alone with Brandon for some boyfriend time. They had the couch all to theirselves in the den and were more hornier than usual after their Greek wrestling with Kent. The 11-year-old had decided not to show off his singlet just yet. That would be for another day when both Big and Little would be suited up properly and could perform an exhibition match for the Brothers. This weekend was all about getting Russell comfortable with being in - as Brandon had joked - his birthday suit. Brandon growled into his ear, "I just w-wanna fuck you all a-afternoon, kid." Ryder smiled while being pounded. "It's so c-cool we get to do th-this, isn't it?" "Yeah, I know m-my dad's not around at the house, but it's a-awesome we can just... d-do it here... out in the o-open." Even though he was still in elementary and his boyfriend in middle school, Ryder loved that the two of them could be together. And it was all because of Kent. His Big Brother. And gay guide to all the boys. It still did Ryder's heart a world of good knowing Kent had a boyfriend, a sweet and cute grade- schooler AND Brandon's brother. And now RYDER'S brother. Because the tween couple were destined to be husbands since the future pro ball player was adamant about marrying his "blond hottie." "F-Fuck me, Brandon..." "Yeah, m-me and you... we're one..." ***** Sunday morning, Kent rousted the Brothers out of bed at an hour Ryder said was an act of war. Once they had some whole-wheat pancakes and fruit smoothies in them, though, the boys were back to their usual gabby selves. All save Russell, who was fretting and eying the clock. With a gentle smile, Kent pulled him aside. "Need to get to church?" Russell Young gulped like he thought Kent might be mad. "S-Sorry... I... I just gotta..." The man reached out and stroked his hair. "It's all right, string bean. I get it. I don't like what they're filling your head with, but it's your choice to go." Russell relaxed a bit. "Thanks... Um, I can bike it, I think." "Nah, it's that small LDS Church on Franklin?" Receiving a nod from Russell, the teacher continued, "I'll take you. There's a park around the corner where I and the others can get in a good jog while you're there. Then you can come back with us. Up to you, of course. If you need to be with your family..." Russell's face turned serious. "You guys are my family." "Yes, we are," smiled Kent. "All right. So that's the plan. Let me rally the troops." Unlike his two brothers, Clint Welsh was happy to hear about the jogging. It wasn't that he didn't like to share Kent with Russell; the boy understood his boyfriend was wanted by every member in the Brotherhood. But even though the group would mostly be running outdoors, Clint knew he could stop Kent for a quick one-on-one suck job, which meant the youngster would get the gusher. And the gusher was like striking oil in the blowjob world. It was the jock's first load of the day and was always so huge that no one - not even Ryder - could drink every drop. The messiness was part of the fun for Clint, it made his own little licorice stick so hard. After dropping Russell off at the church, the foursome jogged through the park then around a beach which led to the woods. There Clint signaled his brothers to go on ahead. "Hey!" called out Kent. "Where're the speed racers off to?!" "I think they wanna be alone for a little bit," giggled Clint. "Oooohhhh, I seeeee," replied Kent without so much as a pant in his breath. "Did we all plan this without me?" "Well, I figgered since you're the one who gets to stand there and have all the funnnnnnnnn..." Clint continued to giggle. "Oh, realllllllllyyyyyyy?" smiled Kent. Clint darted over to a grove of trees that looked to be out of the way and giggled even louder as Kent chased him to a secret spot. Already the tyke was salivating at the idea of blowing his adult boyfriend in the wild. Five minutes later it was over - Clint had chugged what seemed like a Big Gulp-sized amount of spurt and used some large fronds like a napkin to wipe the rest off his mouth. The two of them jogged along the path and caught up to the other couple. Clint noticed his big brother was all smiles, so it was easy to guess who'd gotten the BJ. Kent really didn't mind letting Russell have his morning at church with his family. What he very much DID mind was how a cloud of sadness had crept over the newest member after picking him up. Russell tried to put on a brave face, but Kent saw right through him. "My mom didn't even ask how I got to church..." murmured Russell. "She's so focused on Ronnie not wearing his tie and arguing with Elijah because he wanted to sit next to Amanda Reynolds." Kent frowned. "I'm sorry, string bean." Russell shrugged. "I don't even care." Kent tried to soothe him. "Russ-" "She paid more attention to Christian and Dixon. Barely even looked at me." Brandon Welsh paused in mid-makeout with his boyfriend. "Wait, what? Dixon? MY Dixon? Why was he at your church?" Russell shrugged. "When Dixon stays over, he sometimes goes with us. He says he likes the music." "What the fucking hell?" Brandon raged. "How...? Why didn't I know this? Dammit, I'm gonna hafta have a talk with that boy!" "Calm down, short stack," said Kent, but he could see it was no use. Ryder tried his best to sooth his boyfriend; he had to let Brandon rant for a bit before whispering into his ear, "Russell's feeling guilty about it." The blond grade-schooler watched his dark-haired middle-school lover do a complete reversal and put Russell in a friendly headlock. "Hey, nothin' against you or nothin'." "N-No, I know," replied Russell unconvincingly. "I mean it, Mormon boy," chuckled Brandon, "and I'm not gonna let go 'til you know it." "I-I know," Russell tried to repeat with more sincerity. "Mmm, I'm still not hearin' it," laughed Brandon. And Ryder was pleased to hear Russell join in the laughter. Brandon made sure him and Russell "kissed it out" before turning back to Ryder for a boyfriend kiss. "Welp," said Brandon, "I'll deal with that little brat later. But today... today is..." "Game seven of the World Series!" shouted Russell, grinning from ear to ear. Relieved the storm had passed, Kent gave Clint's bare knee a squeeze and set course for home. There were some problems that were beyond his power to fix. He couldn't force Mrs. Young to pay attention to Russell. All he could do was make Russell feel appreciated when he was with the Brotherhood. Back at the apartment, Kent pushed the tween boyfriends into the bathroom to get their shower first while he started to put lunch together. Russell and Clint helped, though the man kept a watchful eye on them to make sure they were careful with the knives. "It's cool how you all exercise with one another," observed Russell. "It makes it more funner," Clint said. "'Funner' is not a word," Kent explained as he got out the paper plates. "It is now! I just invented it." Kent sighed so loudly it made Russell laugh. The Mormon boy agreed, "It is funner doing things together." After Brandon and Ryder had dried off, Clint was thrilled to shower with Kent. It was like a bonus round in a video game, but for the tween it meant getting the first of the jock's Holy! Trinity. This was Brandon's name for Kent's next three comes after the gusher - they were a little less forceful but still way powerful. The two partners - adult and preteen - were already hard when the clothes came off. Fortunately, Kent had a brand-new bottle of lube tucked in the medicine cabinet and he took it with him into the shower. "I was hoping you were gonna fuck me," smiled Clint. "Can't get enough of my little boyfriend," winked Kent. It didn't take much begging, but Clint asked if the man could hold him chest to chest so that the grade-schooler could kiss while being taken. "Nnnhh," the kid grunted as the jawbreaker - Clint's word for the knob - pushed into his tight little hole. Kent's lips devoured the boy's. Both were so horny, Kent working in his licorice stick, Clint jacking his stiff cocklet. "I love you lots," sighed the underage cutie. For Russell it was weird that he didn't feel left out, like a fifth wheel. But the fact was, Kent and everyone went out of their way to include him, in and out of the bedroom. The boy knew what it was like to be ignored, to feel invisible, and he never for a moment felt that way with his new family. "We should have some sort of bet," Brandon told him as they settled on the couch. "Each of us picks a team and whoever's team wins, they win the bet." Russell shrugged, at a loss as he usually was with these "friendship things" he'd never experienced before. But Brandon always made it fun, so Russell just went along with it. "Um... Like what kind of bet...?" Brandon grinned that devilish smile of his. If he were a few years older and more muscled, Russell could seriously crush on him. So it was good that wasn't the case, since Brandon was in a seriously serious relationship with Ryder. "Loser has to suck off the winner." "Uh..." "As long as I get to watch," Ryder enthused. "W-Well, um..." Brandon stared cockily. "Unless you're scared your precious Yankees don't stand a chance." "Hey," smiled Russell, "you're talking about my team." "I'm just saying the Dodgers are gonna send those little babies cryin' to their mamas." "Ohhhhhhhh, Russell," chuckled Ryder, "them's fightin' words." Russell lost his nervousness; he loved how Brandon was challenging him just like a brother should. "You're on!" "Well, Mormon boy's sounding pretty confident. I dunno, I think I'm gonna enjoy those rootbeer- flavored-'cause-I-can't-drink-Coke dick-sucking lips on my boner." Russell gave Brandon a friendly shove. "My Yankees will make sure you're the one on your knees -" "Praying?!" teased Brandon. "-gulping down my pure white milk." The tween couple busted a gut, both in total disbelief such words had spilled from this sweet and polite boy's mouth. Kent's dick unleashed inside Clint as the laughter in the den reached a peak. Moaning into the kid's mouth, he reveled in the feeling of the intense climax. "Love you, big mouth," Kent said as the hot spray from the shower rained down on them. "Love you too, my Greek god," Clint responded, smiling sweetly. Soon the couple was cleaned up and dressed again, ready to rejoin the rest of the Brotherhood. The sly grin on Ryder's face let them know everyone but Kent and Clint was aware of what they'd been up to. The World Series was pure heaven for Russell. Seated between Brandon and Ryder... both boyfriends with arms slung over his shoulders. Kent on the other side... the man's hand reaching over on occasional to muss Russell's hair. Clint leaning back on Kent's lap... grabbing hold of Russell's hand to make him feel welcome. It would be a weekend Russell would remember forever. Trick-or-treating with friends, his surprise birthday party, watching boys wrestle in the nude, living out his Phoenix and Charles fantasy, and of course his amazing, world-altering, mind-blowing "devirgination." To top it all off, the Yankees won the World Series! "Aw, man!" grumbled Brandon. "I canNOT believe this! How could my boys in blue lose?" "Because they're losers," Russell smiled. "Oh, you gonna be like that, huh?" Brandon smirked and rolled his eyes. "Gettin' all smug on me, Mormon boy?" Russell's smile blossomed into a grin. "I guess so." "You lost," Ryder heartlessly told his boyfriend. "Time to get sucking." "Wait, what did I miss?" Kent asked. Ryder helpfully explained Brandon's wager; his boyfriend's loss didn't bother him in the slightest. "Well, a bet's a bet," Kent agreed, chortling. And so the trio of Brothers headed out to the bedroom. Once they closed the door behind them, Brandon looked at Russell. "You want it with the magic underwear off or on?" Suddenly, though, he could see the unease in the other boy's eyes. "Everything cool?" "U-Uh... Y-Yeah..." Brandon traded glances with Ryder. Both sensing that something wasn't quite right. It hit Brandon all at once: Kent's words about how Russell wasn't the same as him. The confident pitcher took a moment and tried to put himself in the religious boy's shoes. So much had probably changed for poor Russell. Whereas Brandon loved to cannonball into this sexual oasis, perhaps the more innocent boy needed to keep wading in. "Hey, listen, Russ... How 'bout we don't jump into this, huh? Maybe take a raincheck?" "Wh-What? Uh..." "Yeah. I owe you one. OK?" "O-OK." "Can we all kiss it out?" "S-Sure." "C'mon, kid," Brandon said to Ryder. The three boys necked together - Brandon was proud of himself for having the good sense to make this weekend special for Russell. And he had both Kent and Ryder to thank for getting him to think more with his head than with his dick. The dark-haired athlete smiled. "Maybe, uh, you'd like a little more time with... teach?" Russell looked to the floor. And nodded. Kent already had his hands in Clint's pants and was getting ready for sexy times when a noise caught his attention. From experience he knew how talented Brandon was with his mouth - oh, how he knew! But even with those skills, it was obvious something was amiss when the tween couple exited the bedroom only a couple minutes later. "Boys...?" Brandon, cool as a cucumber, said, "He ain't ready for what I got." Knowing how nervous their newest member could be, Kent nodded and looked at Clint. "I just need to see if he's ok." The preteen boyfriend smiled and shook his head. "You go have fun with him. I gotta talk to my brothers anyway." "You do?" Kent asked. "You do?" Brandon echoed. Clint nodded. "Yupper." Following the departure of Kent, the trio of boys was left alone in the den. Clint was about to speak when Brandon piped up, "So, squirt, make it fast, I'm pretty horny and could use another spit roast." But Clint gestured to the couch. "Could you sit for a second, please?" He noticed his brother tossing a smile at Ryder before shrugging and taking a seat. "So, um, I know you're bigger and older and maybe know some stuff I don't. Like, Ryder, you're real good I guess at that gaydar and I know it's helped and everything. And Brandon, you're good at pushing for stuff too. I'm only saying this 'cause Kent's my boyfriend now and he, um, looks out for me and even though he's a adult I'm looking out for him." Brandon smirked. "Did you eat too much Halloween candy, dweeb, you're talking a mile a minute again." Clint made a face showing he wasn't impressed. In response Brandon raised his hands. "Ok, ok, continue..." Ryder had never seen his little brother look so stern. Somehow he understood himself and Brandon were in trouble. How and why he wasn't sure, but the sound of Clint's voice made it pretty obvious, at least to him. "We all promised Kent he was in charge of the Brotherhood," continued Clint. "If something happened we could get in trouble, but with Kent it'd be super serious. They might send him away and we'd never see him ever again. I'd be sadder than anything if that happened. So me, you Brandon, and you Ryder, we said we wouldn't push for somebody to be in the club. It's good everything's worked out and I'm not saying that part's bad or, um, or anything. So, um, I was talking with my boyfriend and he didn't wanna make it a unfun weekend, but he was kinda, um, mad. He's the decider and then suddenly you're all, like, oh, devirginate Russell." Ryder was taking this seriously, so when Brandon started to chuckle, he elbowed his boyfriend and now both were quiet and sorry. "I love you tons," said Clint, "but I... I won't forgive you if something happens to Kent, so from now on he's in charge and we can come to him with somebody new, but if he says no it's no and that's final. Us three made a promise and we need to keep it." "Ok," nodded Ryder. "You're totally right, Clint, and I promise from now on Kent'll be the decider." He looked at Brandon who was truly sorry but didn't know how to completely show it. "Yeah," shrugged Brandon. "Kent's the decider." "'Kay," smiled Clint. All this time Ryder had thought the idea of Clint being with his Big was cute. It was more about how they looked and were with each other. What he hadn't counted on was what a cool boyfriend Clint was to their gay teacher. At that moment, he was so proud of his little brother. Brandon said more as a statement than a question, "We get our spit roast now, dorkus?" "Mmmm, yessssss, but..." "But what?" "I get to tell you how I want it." Brandon chuckled. "No, you don't, we're the older ones getting our rocks off in you." "Yeah, and I like that, but because you need to be taught a lesson, I'm gonna tell you what to do." "And how's that exactly?" "First, it's Ryder who's gonna fuck me." Ryder shook his head. "Um, I'm kind of a bottom, Clint." "So Ryder, you're gonna fuck me and Brandon, when I'm sucking you, you can't, like, jab into my mouth hard. Just be nice and gentle. And you guys can't kiss like last time, even though I liked it when you did that. Instead you gotta pay attention just to me and tell me what a good little brother I am." Kent's deep concern for Russell had him trying to get his brain out of sex mode and back into mentor mode. It was a jarring adjustment, especially when he was so horny, but it wasn't all about his dick. That was the only way he could live with himself, if he made sure the boys were always happy and secure. So he was completely thrown when he'd entered the bedroom and found Russell sitting on the bed naked as the day he was born. The boy's cheeks flamed scarlet, but there was also a smile. "Hi... Um..." Kent no longer had any idea which way was up. "Hi...?" Russell swallowed. "Um... I... I was gonna... I mean, it sounded fun with Brandon and Ryder, but... but then I remembered... You started doing that to my, you know, and... um..." Kent blinked a few times. "And you wanted your first blowjob to be from me?" Russell nodded, eyes cast downward. "Y-Yeah... And then... And then... M-Maybe I can try to do it for y-you..." Kent slipped out of his clothes. He stepped over to the boy - beautiful, vulnerable, needy and completely ready. The man said, "That sounds like a great plan." Even though Russell was extremely nervous (after all, it was truly him and Kent, no longer was there any pretending they were Phoenix and Charles from the kika and LLBeanie art) he nevertheless was made to feel at ease in the teacher's presence. Something about Kent just made everything all right. Russell wasn't sure where he should be exactly, so the newly 12-year-old let Kent push him up the bed so he could rest his head on the pillow. The mere sight of the man's eyes looking at the small hard thing between his skinny legs was exciting. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," Russell sighed. Kent's lips had wrapped around his thing and started to suck. This was so different than being joined from behind. He could see why Brandon was hoping his baseball team would win. "You like that, lover boy?" asked Kent with a grin. "V-Very much, sir..." "Uh-uh..." "I m-mean KENT. It feels wonderful." Brandon on the couch uncrossed his arms and stared at Clint. He was used to the boy just being his obnoxious little brother. Not as annoying as Dixon, sure, but a pest. Always following him around and asking him stuff and being a nuisance. It surprised Brandon when he realized that kid, the old Clint, hadn't been seen since Kent had walked into their lives. The fact that Clint was RIGHT about the whole Brotherhood thing was as wild as it was irritating. Getting schooled by his middle brother was downright embarrassing. But the big brother realized he'd had it coming. Dammit. So Brandon decided to play along and do what his younger brother said. But he'd get the brat back later. Maybe. Probably... Clint ordered, "Sit on the couch, you guys, and put your hands behind your head so you don't get any ideas." Brandon narrowed his eyes. "You get this one time, squirt. I mean it." Ryder grinned, "Just take it like a little bitch." "Shaddup, you," Brandon retorted good-naturedly. Russell had seen LDS members sporting rapturous faces at church, as if Joseph Smith himself were whispering into their ear, and he ached for even a single second of that joy and connection. But here... in his teacher's bed... this is where the blond boy knew that rapture. It was as if Kent were opening up the gates to the celestial kingdom. Yet it had nothing at all to do with religion. Through dazed eyes, Russell watched the man make the hard little stick between his legs disappear into his mouth. "Oooohhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhh, s-sir. Kent. Mmmmnnnn... oh... oooohhhh..." Kent knew that Russell had a hair trigger, so he was careful not to overwhelm with too much sensation. Gentle sucks, feathery flicks of the tongue, tender kisses to the bare little balls, just enough to keep the boy close but not too close to the edge. Which of course led to the cutest - and most polite - begging. "P-Please, sir.... mmm, Kent... Ohhh... p-please do what y-you did b-before..." But of course Kent did not relent. He was enjoying the newest member's exquisite desire for release far too much. "Such a good little brother," praised Brandon while making a smirky face at his boyfriend. "The best little brother ever," echoed Ryder who said it more seriouser. Clint knew his big brothers were humoring him a bit, but it didn't matter, because he was getting exactly what he wanted and hoped the pair were learning their lesson. It was obvious that Brandon was like a horse eager to buck into his mouth and was holding himself back, while Ryder was humping not too sure into his bum hole since he wasn't used to topping. At the same time, the middle Welsh brother had ordered both boyfriends to play with his little hard-on and it felt so good to have two different hands fiddling with the shaft and fondling his tiny balls. Brandon grunted, "My little brother knows how to give the best head." Ryder moaned, "And my little brother's rear is so nice and tight." "Don't stop," panted Clint, "keep going." And he put his mouth back on his big brother's stiff licorice stick and easily deep throated it. Brandon smiled all sexy at his partner. Even though it wasn't the spit roast he'd anticipated, it still felt damn good so he wasn't going to complain. Some part of him was even proud of his younger bro. It was nice to see a bit of that Welsh pride. The teasing and sucking by Clint was both unbelievably hot and viciously cruel for the big brother. It wasn't the same as being Kent's bitch, of course, but that weird little part of Brandon did sort of like that his middle sibling was in control. With a glance to the other side of the couch, Brandon also couldn't deny it was oh-so-hot watching Ryder pound Clint's tight behind. But the pitcher couldn't help a nagging worry that his future husband might enjoy it too much. Not that Brandon would really say no if Ryder ever wanted to top him, but he hoped the question would never come up. "Kennnnnnnt..." groaned Russell. "Mmhhhhhmmmmm... wwwwwhhhhhhoooooooo..." Heaven's light shone brighter and brighter within Russell's brain. Nothing had approached the intensity of when Kent had kissed him and he'd fired prematurely into his temple garment. But now... now... Russell knew the cum would be like a cannon. Kent's lips were working a miracle on his little manhood. "S-Sir, I m-might..." Russell wanted to warn his teacher, but the feeling had rendered him unable to speak and all he had become was a glowing ball of glory. Kent didn't even bother to give the boy permission. Russell's orgasm was inevitable and there was no way the teacher was going to miss it. He kept up the tender blowjob until the squirming and thrashing stopped and the little firecracker went off. The man drank down the little spurts, delighted to have given the youngster such pleasure. Russell looked at him with bleary eyes. "I... That..." He blinked a few times. "Wow..." Kent settled beside the sweet kid. "Yeah, you have a really cool prick. Thanks for letting me taste it." Clint, on hands and knees, was filled with happiness as his big brothers' praise started to sound more and more realer. "Y-Yeah, good lil b-bro," panted Brandon. "Best little b-brother you c-could ever ask f-for," huffed and puffed Ryder. The 10-year-old spit roasted kid could feel his own dry cum approaching and it made him giddy to know all three brothers would kablooey at the same time. "'Bout to j-jizz," gasped Brandon. "S-Same here," choked Ryder. "Mmmm," mumbled Clint to let the others know their fiddling was about to make him 'splode too! All three brothers grunted hard and Clint felt the little throbs in his bum from his bigger brother and tasted the pump-action spurts from his biggest brother. Brandon mussed Clint's hair. "Damn, twerp, that was some awesome sucking!" The middle bro beamed up at him. "Thanks for, you know, letting me be in charge." "Well, don't get used to it." For all his gruff tone, Brandon couldn't stop smiling. He pulled his lanky sibling up into his lap and made out with him. Having a cute younger bro you could have sexy fun with was just the best. Brandon didn't know how to thank teach for showing him this side of Clint, other than to offer up his ass on a daily basis, which of course Brandon was already doing in the gym office. Ryder said, "Wonder what's happening with Russell." "I heard some moaning," replied Brandon with a grin, "so I guess he's just fine." "The door's not completely closed," observed Ryder while suppressing a wicked smile. Then he asked, "You wanna peek?" "Naw," said Brandon with authority. "That might not be cool with Russ." Clint giggled, "'Kay, but if we're not gonna see them, you both hafta go back to feeding me Halloweenie candy." Russell made out with Kent, his cheeks still red from the man's casual use of the words "prick" and "taste it." If his Mormon family only knew what their responsible son was up to... that he, too, wanted to do those things to Kent... "taste dick." But the man's lips were plenty at the moment. The thick tongue probing his small mouth had only moments ago tasted the release from his... his... his dick. "I, uh..." "Yes, lover boy?" "I... Uh... I..." "You'd like to suck my cock?" Russell was both flustered and immensely turned on by how plainly Kent spoke of these sinfully good things they did. One day he might be as brave and certain as his teacher was. He had so much to learn from the man. And so much to be grateful for. "Um... Y-Yes... May I?" "May you what, sweet boy?" The youngster knew when he was being teased, and this didn't feel like it. It was more of a challenge, like the teacher did in class. Pushing Russell to go beyond his fears and limitations. And from what the nervous boy had been able to tell, Kent only challenged his boys when he knew they could do it. Russell gulped and looked down shyly. "M-May I... Um, may I please s-suck y-your c-penis?" Kent kissed him sensuously, so much so that the Mormon boy felt his own little thing stiffen again. "I'd really like that, lover boy." Swallowing silently, Russell leaned back as the man got up on his knees. The cock looked to be as thick as the handle on the bats he was now playing with and it was leaking like a broken pipe. The tween remembered his seven-year-old brother recounting his experiences with the endowed teen at summer camp and wondered how Christian had managed to put his mouth on something that size. "It... It's big," stammered Russell. "You don't have to take it all, string bean," said Kent while stroking the boy's blond hair. "The most important thing to remember is to do what you enjoy and have fun." "I... I'll try." "Never ever feel you have to." "I want to... R-really... It's just, I've n-never done it before." "Clint!" Brandon hissed when he saw his brother peeking into the bedroom. Clint had taken a pee break and decided it wouldn't hurt to just have a quick look. Of course, his big brother always knew when he was up to no good. But the youngster thought Russell was cute and just wanted to see Kent showing how to suck on a licorice stick. Clint wasn't exactly like Ryder, who was a voyeur, but he was curious to watch another boy learn from their awesome teacher. After spying Russell's tentative licks on the man's solid erection, Clint decided to sneak back to his brothers before Brandon got really steamed. Ryder put his arm around the boy and fed him a Skittle. "So, little bro, what'd ya see?" "Russell licking Kent's jawbreaker." "Dweeb," said Brandon warningly and fed him a Tootsie roll. But Clint pouted, "I'm just sayin' I saw my boyfriend on his knees on the bed and Russell on all fours with his tongue stuck out and licking underneath the jawbreaker, and it looked like Russell was getting ready to maybe put it in his mouth and suck on it, and he never did that before so I think it'll be the first time he'll actually drink spurt, and since I got the gusher and the first Holy! Trinity, Russell will actually get lots to drink for his first BJ." "Whoa," said Ryder. "Huh," added Brandon. All at once, Ryder noticed he was boned up and so was his boyfriend. He was supposed to dig out another Halloweenie candy, but it was impossible to get the image out of his head of Russell taking a load down his throat. "You know..." he began while throwing a meaningful look. "Mmmm, I dunnooooooooo," interjected Brandon. Though his will was weakening. Clint chirped, "Hey, guess what. I never done a two-brother BJ before. You could watch 'em at the door while I suck both your licorice sticks together in my mouth." Both boyfriends were struck by the naughty idea. "Clint, my brother," said Brandon, "ya gots yerself a deal." Kent admired the courage of the boy about to fellate him. For all his nerves and hesitation, Russell did not shy away from his first chance to taste a cock. The middle-schooler wrapped his slender fingers around the shaft and slowly went to work. It was exciting for Kent to be the recipient of those first cautious explorations of a boy who was finally getting what he'd only been able to fantasize about. Sighing in bliss, the man relaxed and let Russell take his time. The slurping, kissing and licking were making his hard-on throb with pleasure, rewarding the Mormon boy with droplets of rich precome. "Is... Is th-that your lubrication?" whispered Russell curiously. The tween looked up to see Kent nodding and smiling. "It's almost... like m-my come." The taste was undeniably like sweet mineral water, except sticky and slow dripping. Russell couldn't believe the man who'd gotten the students to do wind sprints, obstacle courses, and calisthenics was the same one letting him taste the offerings from his manhood. "I'm... r-ready, I think." "Take only what you can, string bean." "I will, s... uh, Kent." Russell parted his lips and slid the plump bulb into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on sucking, being careful with his teeth, attempting to discover what to do to make the man moan just like Russell had done when he was sucked. Brandon pulled his boyfriend close and started making out with him. He just needed to assert his dominance for some reason. And Ryder was always happy to oblige. As the two tweens moaned quietly into each other's mouths, little Clint started licking and teasing their boners. The second Welsh son sure was eager. And he knew how to move his tongue in ways even Brandon had to admit were amazing. Ryder had one eye on Clint stuffing his mouth with the big brothers' cocks and the other eye on the scene in the gap through the door of Russell experiencing his first taste of his Big Brother's cock. He directed Brandon's gaze toward the hot sight of the near-virgin Mormon servicing the handsome jock. Both boyfriends frenched and watched intently while their little brother faithfully blew them. The incredible hotness of sex and voyeurism had Ryder's heart thudding in his chest. This was what the Brotherhood was about. Fulfilling the desires of boys in all ways - Ryder watching, Brandon dominating, Clint sucking, as Russell began to understand and appreciate the pleasure of putting an adult cock in his mouth. The trio at the door had to keep quiet, because the excitement came from the DANGER of being caught while not ACTUALLY getting caught so as to not frighten or anger the pair in the bedroom. Kent watched Russell suck on the head of his dick with a joyful look on his face. Indeed, the man thought the boy looked like he was praying. That was so hot and made Kent so happy. Guiding these boys into the wonderful world of sensual satisfaction truly was a gift. "Sorry I'm not very good," Russell said when he paused for breath. "You're doing wonderfully, lover boy. Just relax and enjoy it. I know I am." The blond youth gave him a sweet smile of gratitude and went back to sucking, daring to take another inch into his mouth. THIS IS MY FAMILY NOW... MY TRUE BROTHERS... Russell couldn't believe he'd found the people he wanted to share the rest of his life with, the sort of lifelong friends you read about in books. Here the boy could be what he was and live with total visibility and no judgment. That included pleasuring their teacher's cock. Every deep moan from the gentle jock was like music to Russell's ears. It was amazing to be a part of it all. Even though the youngster had no real skills, around him was infinite patience, understanding, and... love. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Russell moaned, at last freeing himself from the restraint that had been drilled into the boy all his life. Brandon knew he was failing in his responsibilities to keep the younger ones in line, but 1) he was at least making sure they didn't disturb Kent and Russell and 2) he was having his dick sucked and that made his brain go wonky. On top of that, Brandon found it cute that Ryder was desperate to see what was going on in the bedroom. His boyfriend was a top-notch perv who liked his live-action porn. It was actually really cool of Ryder to let Russell have so much private time with teach. But Brandon knew soon enough his voyeuristic boyfriend would insist on getting to watch. Brandon went on kissing his lover heatedly - just to keep him quiet, of course. Clint discovered a love of sucking on double licorice sticks. The challenge of fitting two from each corner of his mouth. It reminded the 10-year-old of the time he'd mimicked a walrus by shoving a couple of chopsticks under his lips. But this was much more better and tastier. The boy couldn't slurp as that would give them away. He enjoyed the naughtiness as well as the chance to see the cute Mormon boy gobbling up his boyfriend's jawbreaker and a bit of licorice stick. Fortunately, the hallway light was off, so it was dark enough that the three of them couldn't be seen. And Kent's moans and Russell's slobbers noisily covered the trio's own quiet sex sounds. "I'm gonna cum soon, string bean," Kent warned his little cocksucker. But Russell didn't even pause in his earnest suction. He just looked up at Kent with a contented expression. "You don't have to swallow if you don't want to." In response, Russell sucked a bit more, his rosy cheeks glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. "Ok, sweet boy, then just keep doing what you're doing," Kent told him with a tender smile. The angelic face of the 12-year-old who was sucking him off with such reverence had Kent's balls tingling. It wouldn't be long before he was feeding his load to the Mormon kid. Ryder whispered into his boyfriend's ear, "Gosh Almighty, Big's about to blow a Holy! Trinity into Russell's mouth." And Brandon whispered back, "You close? Let's cum in lil bro's mouth same time as teach." "I've been close ever since I saw the two together." "Fuckin' love you, kid." "You too, studster." They kissed and half-watched the sexy scene through the gap in the door. Russell was nervous and excited - he remembered his seven-year-old brother's description about swallowing his first come from the teen camper. How there was so much of it that he had to release the knob from his mouth and his face got completely drenched. Russell hoped he'd be able to swallow Kent's entire release. If Clint was able to do it, Russell should be able to as well. Even though the blond middle-schooler realized he wasn't experienced and honestly had no idea if... Russell tensed as Kent's breathing got more rapid and the man's hand gripped the back of his head. "Here's your reward, string bean," the teacher said, his voice strained. Russell was as happy as when Kent shot his load during his devirgination. But now he would know what the come tasted like. He readied his mouth to swallow. Clint rapidly fingered his own little stick, hoping to kablooey along with the bigger boys (and his big boyfriend!). It was so incredibly hot, like a orgy, but in secret. "Fuck," Kent breathed when his climax hit. He kept his hands to himself so that Russell could escape if he wanted to. But being a real trooper, Russell stayed put and gulped down the sperm filling his mouth, moaning in delight. Brandon shuddered as he shot for the second time in his kid brother's mouth. Ryder made a sweet whimpering noise as he came too, getting so weak in the knees Brandon had to hold him up. The real surprise was hearing Clint's excited squeal as he too had his little dry cum there on his knees in front of them. Russell had been warned of the torrent from Kent's shooting dick, but this did not prepare him for the force and amount of release. The first two gulps he has able to manage. History repeated itself with the rest, though, as he retreated back to swallow and got drenched just like his little brother with the teen camper. Russell tried to catch those blasting shots too, like a dog nipping at water from a garden hose. A bit more of the hot, sticky release ended up in his mouth, but most dripped down his chin. "You ok, string bean?" panted Kent. Russell beamed. "Sir - er, Kent. Wonderful. A miracle." For Kent there was nothing hotter than a cute boy smiling beatifically with a face splattered in jizzum. He hugged Russell tight and kissed him and helped him clean up. And he ignored the loud thump from down the hall. By the time Kent and the Mormon boy returned to the den, the trio was hanging out on the couch and eating candy and pretending for all the world like they hadn't been misbehaving. Kent decided to allow that fiction. Much as the man never wanted to let any of his boys go, it was a school night. So once everyone was showered and dressed, he got them in his car and drove them home. The chatter of the boys was the usual banter about baseball and wrestling mixed with some lewd giggling about Antonio Cruz and a frank and hilarious debate about how many times Kent had cum over the weekend. All the while, the teacher was grinning, as happy as he could ever imagine being. ***** "Homer! Run, Russ, run!" cheered Brandon from the dugout along with the rest of the team. He glanced at Ryder jumping up and down in the bleachers, his heart aching with love for his future husband, then he turned back to the batter who'd just hit it outta the park. "Get your ringer ass in gear!" Russell sprinted through the Diamond of Heaven. His spirit so light and free with a sense of belonging. True, he and his Brothers were stuck in a backwards little town that would never understand and accept them, but it mattered not because Kent had helped the boys carve out their own special paradise they alone shared. And when his foot hit home, Russell felt like he WAS home. Running into the arms of Brandon first and foremost before the arms of his teammates joined in the embrace. "Russ, fuckin' proud of you!" shouted Brandon. And the other teammates melted away as Russell saw the approach of Ryder and felt his arms encircle him along with Brandon's. "You're the greatest batter ever!" smiled Ryder. As the others sat back down, Russell whispered into Brandon's ear, "Think I'll take that raincheck after the game." "Only if my boyfriend can watch." "Maybe I'll let him join in." "You're all right, Mormon boy." Brandon caught Warren giving him a funny look at how chummy he was with Russell, but after the chewing out from last time, the catcher kept his mouth shut. And Brandon was in too good a mood to give the guy the knuckle sandwich he was obviously asking for. The next hitter got up to the plate. After two strikes, their player got a flyball which Cortez caught, ending the inning. But Russell's homer had put them ahead. "We haven't even had tryouts yet and this team looks like it's ready to go all the way," Brandon said, chewing his gum. Pro ballplayers chewed tobacco, which sounded gross to the pitcher. He chewed gum to look like one of the pros and that was good enough in his book. Ryder watched the game with keen interest. Now that he was getting more seriouser about wrestling, he'd also started to pay more attention to baseball practice. The boy was as amazed by their new friend's batting average as he was his boyfriend's pitching skills. He shook his head in admiration when Russell hit another homer and two triples. Speaking of which, the two boyfriends had explained to Russell about their names for Kent's usual six comes. The only word the Mormon was uncomfortable with was the Holy! Trinity, even though that wasn't actually part of what they believed in their religion. So Ryder said, "'Kay, then... from now on why don't we call 'em 'triple gush.' You know, like from baseball." Brandon smiled, "Great idea! So, it'll be gusher, triple gush, regular, and top-up." Meanwhile, Clint was breathing heavily in his boyfriend's bedroom as Kent pulled out after an intense fuck. The youngster curled up in the man's arms. "So good, lover boy," sighed Kent. "I love you so so so so so so much," smiled Clint. "Love you too." "Um... Kent..." "Yes?" "So, um... I need to talk about one bad thing and then one good thing that I hope'll make the bad thing less bad." The 10-year-old felt the comforting strokes of his 23-year-old boyfriend. "What's up, Clint?" "Well, um, I didn't tell you something 'cause I was worried you might get mad. But when you and Russell were here last night, me and my brothers weren't on the couch in the den, but I was blowing 'em both together here at the door while we watched Russell give you a BJ. And I'm real, real sorry we did that. 'Cause the good thing is, I talked to my brothers about them, like, pushing you to be with Russell and I made them promise that you would always be the decider and they'd never do anything like that again, and I hope that shows I'm a good boyfriend for you, and I'm real sorry about the other thing, it's just that we were all horny, I guess, and we kinda wanted to be a part of it, but I promise I'll never do that again." Kent listened to the entire confession without interruption. He really loved Clint's little motormouth. And the way the boy clearly wanted to make things right was simply adorable beyond words. "Ok, take a breath, big mouth," said Kent which made Clint giggle. "I appreciate you talking to the other boys about how we have to be careful with the Brotherhood. Like I said, we all have to watch out for each other and it sounds like you reminded them of that." "I did!" Clint insisted. "And then we did a spit roast!" Kent tried to not get distracted by that image. "Um... I see. Well, anyway, as to you boys being naughty, I realized halfway through the blowjob that we had an audience. I couldn't say anything because it would've made Russell uncomfortable. But I was going to talk to you boys about it. The thing that makes this secret club we have work so well is we listen to each other. That makes it so everyone can have exactly the experience they want. But it also means they don't have to do anything they DON'T want to do. Russell didn't want anyone to see him give a BJ for the first time and you boys didn't respect that." "I know... We just..." Kent smiled and kissed his partner. "You got caught up in the moment. I get it. But you have to do better and listen if someone says no. I can't think of anything worse than someone having to do something they don't like doing just because the others in the group didn't think what they wanted was important." "I'm glad you're not mad at me," said Clint with a sigh of relief. The boy was used to Daddy getting mad, sometimes at the littlest thing, and though Kent had every reason to get just as mad, he was patient like... like the teacher he was. "Just learn from your mistakes, that's all I ask." "Oh, I did. And so did Brandon and Ryder. 'Cause when they first spit roasted me, they were like big brothers just doing stuff to their little brother and getting theirselfs off. But, um, I kinda punished 'em after I scolded 'em for pushing you to be with Russell. So for the second spit roast I said they had to do 'sactly what I said, so I made Ryder fuck me even though he doesn't like to be a top and Brandon put his dick in my mouth but he was told to do it way more gentler. And I said they couldn't kiss like they did the first time, but the whole time they had to keep saying what a good little brother I was. So I kinda made them my slaves for that spit roast." Clint smiled as Kent burst into laughter. His jock boyfriend didn't even say anything to that. "Um, so, um, I just wanted to say one more thing. Um, if you wanted... and you don't hafta, but I kinda hope you do, but... you don't hafta... anyway, you could punish me and I could be your slave and have to do what you say for the rest of the night, like I did to my brothers, just to show how sorry I am and that I'll never lie like that ever again." It was very sweet of Clint to offer penance for his misbehavior. Kent didn't really think any punishment was warranted, but he got that his lover needed to feel like things were ok again. So the teacher took it easy on his little boyfriend, teaching him about "edging," which was fun for both of them. The punishment part was that Clint only got one cum from the jawbreaker instead of the three additional cums he'd been expecting. However, when the spurt shot out of Kent, the boy was absolutely drenched. Meanwhile, the trio of boys arrived together at the Welsh house where Russell was invited for dinner and a new episode of BEACH BALL starring teen heartthrob Antonio Cruz. But first they intended to sneak to Brandon's room along with Ryder so that Russell could get his raincheck. What they hadn't planned on was running into the sullen-faced Dixon. "Why're you home?" Brandon eyed his kid brother with a stern look. "Because I live here, squirt." "But Christian's coming over! I thought you were gonna be out with your dumb friends LIKE YOU ALWAYS ARE." "Mom's having another girls' night out," Brandon explained. "What's that?" Dixon asked skeptically, like he was sure his big brother was making it up. "I have no idea, but she's going to be gone for a few hours so I have to babysit you." Dixon stared with shock and crankiness for several long seconds. Then out of his mouth came "MOM!" and he stomped off to the kitchen. Brandon sighed and looked over at Russell. "Sorry. I have no idea what the fuck's gotten into him lately. Might be time to bring out the belt." Russell gaped. "Wh-What? He's just acting up. No need for-" Brandon cracked a smile. "Just messing with ya!" Russell blinked. Then all at once Brandon put him in a headlock and Ryder said, "That means Brandon likes you." "Oh, yeah? Now you've asked for it," said Russell, a bit too polite but still more aggressive than he'd probably ever spoken in his life. He hoisted Brandon up onto his shoulders. "Whoooaaaaa!" chuckled Ryder. "Hey, watch it!" laughed Brandon. Russell lost his balance, on account of his slim frame and lack of experience with roughhousing, but fortunately he fell backward onto the couch. The three boys clutched their stomachs from the laughter. And Brandon punched him on the arm. "Solid state." Ryder joined them on the couch. "Totally solid state." They caught sight of the Welsh mom on her way out the door with Dixon at her heel. "Ok, I'm off." "But Mooooooommmmmmm," whined the bratty boy. "I don't have time for this, Dixon, your big brother's sitting you, end of story. Dinner's on the table, you boys eat. Oh. Here's your friend Christian. And I think - yes, looks like Clinton's also arriving home. Wonderful, you can all eat together. Be good! I'll be back at 9:00 at the latest." Brandon whispered into Russell's ear, "We'll send the little ones out to play after dinner and the three of us can have our fun." In the dining room, there was a war of wills that took place. Dixon had first tried to take his and Christian's meals off to his room, but Brandon had insisted they all eat at the table. At which point, Dixon had shuffled the peas on his plate off to a corner where he ignored them completely, but Brandon had again put his foot down. "What's going on?" Christian whispered to his big brother. Russell shrugged, not having a clue. He and his little brother were close and always had been. They didn't mix with their rowdy older brothers, but there wasn't any hostility. "Can I be excused?" Dixon asked after finishing his vegetables. Well, he'd actually "accidentally" knocked a few on the floor. "No, you know what? Me and you are gonna have it out right now," threatened Brandon. Russell felt he should say something to help out his exasperated friend, but he just wasn't used to dealing with an unruly younger brother. Just when it seemed like the room was about to explode, he heard Clint speak up. "Um, Brandon, can me and Dixon go into his room and talk a little bit?" All eyes fell on the middle Welsh brother. Brandon threw up a hand. "Whatever, won't do any good." Ryder breathed a sigh of relief as Clint and a frowny-faced Dixon left the room and with them all the tension that had built up. He put a gentle hand on Brandon and even kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. "Hey," said Ryder, "new Antonio Cruz tonight." It warmed his heart knowing he'd said just the right thing to completely lighten Brandon's mood. "Gonna be so goooooood. And Russ, you never seen the show, right?" "No," answered Russell. "It's all new to me." "What show is that?" asked Christian curiously. "It's a big-boy series called BEACH BALL," said Russell. Brandon stared with a hint of envy at the relationship between Russell and Christian. That instant respect was what he felt he was owed. But as Ryder sweetly massaged his shoulder, Brandon realized he did have the same relationship with Clint, so there was that. And Russell had just as shitty a relationship with his older brothers as Brandon had with Dixon, so there was that too. So maybe Brandon should count his blessings. And just when THAT thought had entered his brain, a miracle occurred: Clint returned with Dixon to the dinner table. And not only did the little brother pick up the peas he'd knocked to the floor, he actually said, "Sorry I was being rotten, Brandon. Can me and Christian go out and play?" Brandon was so dumfounded, all he could do was put his mouth on autopilot. "Clear your plate and cup, wash your hands, and you can go out for a couple hours." "Thank you," said both Dixon and Christian. After the two little brothers had left, Clint said, "He's gonna be good from now on." Brandon was still in shock. "What... What happened?" "It's ok," answered Clint as he finished his meal. "Serious, what'd you say to him?!" "Just that, um, I'd hang out more with him." "And...?" "That's it. Geez, it's ok, Brandon, I can take care of him too." The eldest Welsh brother stared at the middle sibling. "I... Huh..." "So, I got lotsa homework, I should do it," said Clint. "Then me and Kent were gonna video chat while you guys watch your show, is that ok?" "Uh... Sure...." "Thanks, Brandon," smiled Clint. The boy went over and gave his big brother a bear hug from behind, then cleared his dishes and went off to his room. Russell knew he was sheltered, but he really had never appreciated just how much of the world had been hidden from him until he got his new friends. BEACH BALL was like soft core porn to the repressed Mormon boy. He could hardly believe it was legal for the dreamy Antonio Cruz to prance around the screen wearing a Speedo that barely covered his midsection and that had a bulge in it that left little to the imagination. Brandon smirked at his wide-eyed expression. "He's hot, right?" Russell nodded, unblinking. The Latino teen dream was a walking sex fantasy. That smile, those eyes... Russell felt his penis straining against his pants as he drank in all of that gorgeous, milk- chocolatey skin. The story had Antonio getting into a fight with his girlfriend and deciding to take a break from their relationship, which made Ryder cheer along with Brandon. The couple glanced at a confused Russell. Ryder explained helpfully, "Antonio's been hanging out with this younger dude our age who wants to be a lifeguard." Brandon jumped in, "And Antonio said he wanted to hang more with the kid but he needed to make time for his girl." "But now they'll be able to. You should see this boy, he's also majorly cute!" It was clear to Ryder that Russell was nodding like an alien trying to understand. But in the next scene, the young wannabe lifeguard came into the change room, drawing a gasp from Russell. "H-He sure is c-cute," stammered the wide-eyed Mormon dude. "What'd you think of the show now?" grinned Ryder. "It... It's good," replied Russell with a hint of a smile. The Mormon boy didn't watch a lot of TV (for obvious reasons) so he had little to compare it to, but he did find Antonio's character funny and charming and the story was fun too. But when Antonio started to drop his Speedo just as the show ended, the boy very nearly ejaculated again. "Is this... I mean... Is this something kids shouldn't watch?" the Mormon boy asked. Because it felt like they were watching something almost as dirty as the Phoenix and Charles pictures. "Nah, it's all on reg'lur TV," Ryder said, grinning. "Antonio is so super hawt," Brandon gushed. "Like, I'd love to just lick him all over." Russell went even more crimson. He'd been thinking of licking some parts of the Latino star too. "Yeah..." Brandon knocked shoulders with their newest Brother. "Speaking of, you wanna cash in my I.O.U.?" "Looks like Russell's all ready for it," giggled Ryder. But he went "awww" when their friend covered the tent in his crotch. "Don't be embarrassed, lookit us." "Oh!" said Russell as he checked out the bulges in the crotches of the couple. "Well, uh, in th- that case... s-sure..." Ryder was excited to see Russell jump right up and look about. "This way, lucky boy," said Brandon. They went into the bedroom of the eldest Welsh brother. Russell immediately gazed about in wonder. "Wow, you have, um, lotsa military stuff." "'Cause a my dad," answered Brandon. "It's ok if we get naked. 'Less you wanna keep some clothes on." "I vote naked," smiled Ryder. "Up to Russ," stated Brandon with authority. Russell was surprised that he was less worried about getting undressed than the fact he was about to make Brandon unfaithful to his boyfriend. He could hardly believe both of his new Brothers were so eager for sex outside their relationship. This new, wonderful world he had fallen into had all different rules. Clint had already seen him naked, though, so it felt silly to be prudish. He smiled amiably and started to take his clothes off. "I, um, wanna see you guys... you know... n-nude..." "Don't hafta tell US twice," chuckled Ryder. Him and Brandon were pretty used to quickies that they were bare even before Russell had got to his temple garments. "Remember," said Brandon with a hand on Russell's shoulder, "this is the sport fucking I told you about. Me and Ryder are in love. Just 'cause we get it on with other dudes don't mean we care 'bout each other less." "Actually, it means we care more," added Ryder, who was already stroking his boner. "You know, that we can share." "O-Ok," nodded Russell, who seemed a bit more convinced and relaxed. "Plus, this is for the World Series," smiled Brandon. "And what'd you promise me?" Russell blushed, but he too smiled. "My pure white milk." "Think it's gonna be more skim or 1%, but I bet it's just as tasty." That actually got a giggle out of Russell. He took the hands of his new friends and gave them a blushing smile. "Thanks..." "Aw, I lost the bet, it's cool," Brandon said. "No... I mean... I mean, thanks for letting me be part of this." A brief but sweet kiss came from Brandon. Ryder followed suit, making out with Russell a little as the pitcher got down on his knees and went to work. The Mormon boy's vision went blurry. Sex, this thing he'd been taught was very wrong and sinful, most especially if it was before marriage and absolutely if it was between men, was the most beautiful and transcendent experience in the world. Ryder was surprised at how different it felt to kiss Russell - in fact, he was reminded of those early kisses with Kent. Trying to figure out how to juggle lips, tongue, teeth. It seemed Russell was waiting to be guided on how they should do it. Then a soft moan from the other boy filled Ryder's mouth. And the brush-cut blond knew the combed-to-the-side blond was enjoying the mouth of his brunet boyfriend. "Glad you won the bet?" whispered Ryder. "And how," answered Russell like he was in another world. "I just wanna watch Brandon take care of your wood," said Ryder as he sat on the bed and jacked to the sight of the tough dude on his knees servicing the nice Mormon boy. "Do anything you want to my mouth," offered Brandon between licks. "Wh-What y-you're doing is g-good," stammered Russell as he pressed his back against the wall and continued to look like he was in dreamland. Moans came from Russell at the way Brandon sucked him off. The blowjob was aggressive and determined, just like the fellow himself. And it was so erotic, seeing the strong, brash middle- schooler bobbing up and down on his stick erection. Russell's chest rose and fell in heavy pants as the pleasure washed over him. His half-lidded gaze flicked briefly to the handsome grade-schooler masturbating while watching his boyfriend having sex. Sin... Hellfire and damnation. Russell knew what his church would say, but he also knew they were wrong. This was pleasure. Beautiful, wonderful, sensuous pleasure sweetly given and gratefully received. He gasped as Brandon played with his balls. Finally, Russell spoke: "Is it..." He gulped. "Is it okay if I, um, th-thrust a little?" The Welsh boy hummed around his prick in assent and Russell slowly started rocking back and forth between those soft wet lips. Brandon heard Ryder whisper, "Russ, it's soooo cool seeing you happy." He gazed upward and saw gratitude in those eyes. Between soft grunts, Russell said, "I-I only thought I'd s-see... this in pictures." Ryder answered, "It's gonna be real for all of us." With a wiggle of his eyebrows, Brandon deployed his tongue, just like how his boyfriend had taught him and he almost split a gut when Russ paused his humping and let loose a strangled groan. "Ohhh... Oh, that... Mmm... More of that..." Russell nearly keeled over from excitement. He knew he was going to shoot his ejaculate soon and he knew Brandon was ready to drink it. So he relaxed and thrusted some more, eager to feel those electric sparkles of pleasure. "Love you guys so much," smiled Ryder from the bed while still playing with his poker-straight boner. "So n-nice... Ohhhh... Mmmm...." With a mischievous grin, Ryder exclaimed, "Yeah, suck him, Brandon... I think he's gonna... Yep! There he goes!" Russell's eyes rolled back as his orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. His vision even went spotty for a second it was so intense. Brandon half-smiled at the herky-jerky thudding of Russell's groin against his mouth. Sure, he was used to the flood of teach's jizz, but with a boy his size it was always Ryder, whose cums were dry. SO, THIS IS WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE WHEN I SHOOT "SYRUP PUMPS" ...which is how Clint described his spooge. The army brat swallowed as the Mormon boy's hips continued their ragged humping and the thin-as-a-pencil sausage slid back and forth between his lips. "Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!" whine-moaned Russ as his whole body went shaky. Still half-smiling, Brandon gripped the jizzing boy by the sides to make sure he didn't collapse. Slowly Russell sat down on the floor, because his legs had turned to jello. He smiled at Brandon, just sated and happy and stunned by what he'd just experienced. Sex was still new enough to him that every experience was astonishing. "Thank you," Russell said politely. Brandon grinned, licking his lips. "Happy to." Russell noticed how hard his friend was and looked over at Ryder still tugging his little stick. "Um... I can, um, go back to the living room if you two want to, um..." "Oh, we do want to," Brandon said decisively. Then he smirked that impish smirk of his. "But you can just sit there and relax." "Watching is super fun," Ryder gushed. "So, yeah, just relax and enjoy the show." Blushing intensely, Russell decided that since his legs were all rubbery anyway, he'd do just that. The idea of seeing the lovers together was unexpectedly exciting, like he'd be watching Phoenix and Charles for real. Ryder was giddy when Brandon crawled on top and said, "I wanna be one with ya, kid." The couple frenched as the top boy expertly opened a drawer, fished out a bottle, squirted lube on his dick, and worked his cockhead against the bottom's hole. "You're the best boyfriend ever, studster," moaned Ryder. "Kid, you're the love of my life," rasped Brandon. Russell watched the partners joined together in a beautiful union. How true it was that their hearts belonged to one another. This was love between two boys. There was lust-filled sex but there was also deep tenderness. As much as Russell desired more erotic experiences - and plenty of them - his own heart ached a little for something he hadn't seen in the artwork or experienced in Kent's bedroom. And that was the love of another.