Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2021 09:51:09 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 13 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 13 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: https://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** "I saw you looking at my dick, fairy boy," Connor growled, getting up in Santiago Ortiz's face. The Hispanic boy gulped. "No, I was not... I mean, I don't have a microscope, so..." Connor crowded in even closer and Santi pressed back against the wall. "What was that?" Greg suggested, "Maybe we should toss him in the dumpster out back like the trash he is." Ralph asked, "And have him stink up the garbage?" All three boys laughed. "Please, guys," Santi said, trying to edge away, "I must be somewhere." "We ain't done with you yet, fag," Connor said, clenching his fists. The trio was so focused on intimidating the slender, effeminate 11-year-old that they didn't notice the shadow falling over them. Kent MacTiernan always did a sweep after class to be sure everyone was out and nothing was left behind. His first year teaching had been a long string of students coming to him wondering where their phones were. "Connor, Greg, Ralph... I think you three have to get to class, don't you?" the man said in a chillingly severe tone. The three bullies cringed when they saw the look on their gym teacher's face. All around school, Mr. MacTiernan was known as the "cool teacher" - but also someone you didn't want to cross. "Uh... Um..." Connor bobbed his head in assent. "Y-Yeah, we do... Um..." "Well then," said Kent, "I suggest you get to it." As the boys scrambled to make their escape, the man stopped them. "But make sure to be back here this afternoon for your detention." "D-Detention?" Ralph whined. "Yes. You three have been lagging behind a bit in your lap times so it'll be a good chance for you to get some practice in. An hour jogging around the track should help you out." The three boys made faces but didn't argue. They bolted, getting away before their teacher could think of other ways to make them suffer. Another thing Kent had learned was that reporting bullies to the office for homophobic behavior was useless. The principal just laughed it off as "boys being boys." So the only option was to handle these things on his own. Kent looked Santi over with concern. "Are you all right? Do you need to go to the nurse?" The boy shook his head and even managed a little bit of a smile. "No, sir, thank you... I... I should also go to class." Kent watched the kid slink off. There wasn't much the gay man could do to fix the small-minded town he lived in, but he made a note at least to keep an eye out for Santi's welfare. ***** Russell Young fidgeted in the backseat of Kent's SUV. He wasn't sure if he was more anxious or excited about what lay ahead. After all of his other wonderful experiences, the Mormon boy knew this one would be amazing because everything with his new family was amazing. From simply hanging out and having fun (and actually mattering for once) to getting naked and joining in the sexy evenings, Russell loved the turn his life had taken. Still, tonight would be his first orgy. Russell may have been innocent and na•ve, but he wasn't stupid. He'd already been told that Kent had taken the virginities of every single boy in the Brotherhood. But the youth had worked out that their teacher also had sex with multiple Brothers at one time. Far from jealous, it made Russell feel even more bonded to his new friends. They were all connected in a way that the blond-haired boy hadn't felt since the early days at Church, before he'd come to understand his religion would never accept him. The leader of the Brotherhood was Kent - their guide, their mentor and their protector. Russell loved him. Not romantically, but in the purest way his beliefs had taught him. Kent was, as the youth had said to him, a GOOD man. "All right, boys, let's buckle up," called out Kent from the driver's seat. Ryder Straus was the other blond in the back seat. The grade-schooler smiled with excitement. They were on the way to pick up a guest who'd be joining the group tonight. Someone special to both Big and Little. HUDSON KELLER. A sweet curly-haired 11-year-old boy and Ryder's best friend. Poor Hudson had been forced to move away with his family before the start of the school year. But not before confessing to his crush on Ryder at the urging of his big brother Derrick. At the time, the Little and Big were boyfriends. Which had made things awkward at first, until Hudson had confessed to his fantasy of a bossy big brother who could tell his little bros what to do no matter what. And that had led to their first threesome. With Kent taking his friend's virginity. It was a sad day when Hudson had moved away. Ryder hadn't seen him in almost three months. Out of the blue, Hudson had called to say his family was flying in for the weekend to help his grandma transition to a retirement home. And he was allowed to spend the Friday night at Kent's. It was the return of the missing member of the Brotherhood! "This is so awesome," said Ryder to the other Brothers, "you all get to meet the famous Hudson." Russell ventured, "From what you've told us, he sounds really nice." With a lewd grin, Brandon Welsh elbowed Russell. "This Hudson dude sounded pretty stoked to hear me and Clint are brothers. Heh." He chuckled at the smile tugging at the Mormon boy's lips. Brandon was impressed how far Russell had come along. At first, the well-mannered dude had been uneasy. Specially since Ryder had wanted to watch Brandon swallow a load from Russ as part of a lost bet over who would win the World Series. But once the strong, bold pitcher had started sucking, Russell no longer seemed to care anymore about an audience. That had led to more hangouts with all three of them frenching, heavy petting and blowing. Then, when Clint had found out what was going on, he insisted on also getting to have a taste of Russell's dick. And the middle Welsh brother demonstrated his superior sucking skills. Brandon had gotten better at reading Russell. In the vehicle he could tell there was some edginess over the newest Brother's first orgy. Brandon leaned in close, but instead of saying something dirty (he loved shocking his goody-goody friend) he murmured, "Remember the number one rule of the Brotherhood, Russ. You ain't gotta do nothing you don't wanna do." The pickup location was at the hotel where Hudson's parents were staying. Ryder had joined Kent in the lobby and the moment the two young friends saw one another there was an explosion of whoops and hugs. Kent smiled, "Look at you, Hudson, I think you've actually gotten taller since I'd last seen you." "It's too bad you're just here for one night," sighed Ryder. "But since I thought you were gonna be away 'til next year, I'll take it!" "I can't believe I'm actually here," grinned Hudson. "It's like I almost never went away." Hudson Keller was so excited! Seeing the familiar faces of his first crush and his devirginator made his whole body light up. Thank goodness for moving, because it was the reason he'd been allowed to hang out with the pair. Both before Hudson had left and now. His parents thought he'd be underfoot during all the packing, so they were happy to pawn him off on Ryder's Big Brother. Kent had a brief, friendly chat with Hudson's parents and they were off to the apartment. He placed a hand on the shoulders of each boy. "We've got a fun evening planned for you, curly fry," the man said. "Boy, have I ever missed being called that name," chuckled Hudson. "So the car's a little more fuller than last time you were in it," said Ryder in a low voice. "Kent's up in front with his boyfriend Clint. The rest of us will be squished in the back. Me and my boyfriend Brandon will be on one side and you'll be sitting right next to Russell, he's super polite, I think you'll like him lots." For Russell it was incredibly awkward at first. He and Hudson were pressed tightly against each other in the backseat. Of course Russell realized Hudson had to be even more uncomfortable, since the only people the new boy knew were Kent and Ryder. But for the life of him, Russell couldn't think of something to say. Then Ryder commented, "Your plane got in late, huh?" And Hudson said, "A wizard is never late. Nor is he early." And on pure reflex, Russell said along with him, "He arrives exactly when he means to!" Hudson stared wide-eyed stare for a second and then both boys burst into giggles. "Fool of a Took," Russell muttered. "Keeennnnnt," Ryder whined, "they're quoting old movies! Make them stop!" Russell's secret passion was THE LORD OF THE RINGS. Countless times he'd read the books and seen the movies. It was just one of the things his family considered weird about him. So there didn't seem to be any point in bringing it up to the Brotherhood, since he'd figured they wouldn't be into it. But Hudson was! The pair spent the entire car ride talking at lightning-speed about their favorite characters, the best moments in the movies, and the hottest guy in the cast (of course it was Orlando Bloom as Legolas). It was also nice to be with somebody who wasn't used to the free sex all around them. Because as Russell and Hudson talked, Ryder and Brandon were making out while Kent was getting road head from Clint. "Yeah," said Hudson as he tried not to be distracted by the rest of the group, "I'd let Legolas do anything he wanted with me." Russell giggled, a little scandalized. "I... Um... Same here..." By the time they arrived at Kent's place and bounded into the den, there was a strong sexual energy to the group. They were all of them - all of Kent's boys - ready for a night of naked fun. And so was Russell. Whatever nerves he'd been grappling with before had faded. He wanted this. To share the love he felt for his Brothers and take their love into himself. "Okay, you naughty things," Kent said with a smile as Clint and Ryder stripped off in a hurricane of clothing. "Hudson's only got one night with us and so this is all about him, okay?" Brandon exclaimed, "As long as you don't hog him all to yourself, teach." "I'll hog him if I want to, come slut," Kent replied with a wicked smile. That made Ryder laugh and Brandon blush. "Yeah, ok," agreed the brusque middle-schooler. Hudson was a bit intimidated by Brandon. After all, this was the boy who Ryder was gonna marry. Even Hudson could see that as strong and brash and crude as Brandon could be, underneath lay a sweet and sensitive soul. It wasn't hard to understand why Ryder loved the dude so much. Not long ago Hudson had admitted to crushing on Ryder. Which had opened the door to having sex with his best friend and also Kent. But the chance for Hudson to have Ryder as his boyfriend was gone forever. If only he'd listened to his own big brother, Derrick, and told Ryder how he felt way before he did, maybe things would've turned out different. Now Hudson was without somebody. Well, sorta. Since that time, the curly-haired boy had developed a teeny bit of a crush on Derrick. Part of the blame was because next year at college his big brother was planning on going out for wrestling. After finding out Hudson not only knew the champion wrestler Kent MacTiernan but had also done practices together, Derrick had pressed Hudson to show him some grappling techniques. And that made for some embarrassing popping of his 11-year-old boner. Fortunately, Derrick had shrugged it off - being a straight ally - but Hudson had to be careful not to show his true feelings. The other thing was, Ryder had loved the fact that Derrick called Hudson "doofus" all the time, so his best friend had got Kent to call him that nickname. But now every time Derrick said "hey, doofus," it also made Hudson sport wood. "We're going to play Hudson's favorite game," Kent announced. "Which means we're all actual brothers, but I'm the biggest brother, and what I say goes. Everyone all right with that?" Russell saw his teacher looking directly at him, which made the boy smile. Adults could take advantage of their power over kids. And he knew Kent could easily make them all do anything he wanted. There would be no need for force. The group would do it out of loyalty. But instead, Kent always checked to make sure they were ok. "Sounds fun," whispered Russell. "Yeah, you do that to me all the time," agreed Brandon. "Good luck getting Clint to listen to you, though." The middle Welsh brother stuck his tongue out at his elder sibling. "Just because I'M not a little bitch..." That got a mock-scowl from Brandon. "Gonna wash your mouth out with soap later, runt." Russell laughed. He loved his brothers - these boys, his REAL family - so much. "Um, Kent?" said Hudson. "Yes?" replied Kent. "Is this not what you want, curly fry?" Hudson smiled sweetly and took Russell's hand. "No, it sounds great. Super great! But, um, can Russell be my b-boyfriend that you also make do what you say?" He gave the Mormon boy a cute sidelong look. "If that's ok..." Russell surprised himself by planting a little kiss on the cheek of his new friend. "Yeah..." Kent said, "Ok, well, let's get naked." "Way ahead of you, teach," Brandon laughed as Ryder helped him undress. Once they were all nude, Kent stepped over to Hudson with a stern look. "I guess you still haven't learned who's in charge, have you?" The curly-haired boy gave him a wide-eyed look. "I... I don't... What did I do wrong...?" "Oh, you know what you did," Kent said and then smiled. "First, I'm making your boyfriend swallow my come. And then I'm going to put you in your place." "Oh... No, please don't," Hudson pleaded, though his little prick was standing up. Kent stepped over to Russell. The Mormon boy trembled. This was it. He was really going to do sexy things with everyone watching. It was so dirty and naughty. And he could only smile. "Better get sucking," the man told him. "Y-Yes sir..." "Uh-uh." "I mean, yes, big brother." Kneeling on the floor in the den, Russell took Kent's big cock into his mouth and started to suck. His nerves gave way to a feeling of bliss. Not only was the well-mannered boy doing something he loved, something he had secretly fantasized about for months, but he was also doing it in a room full of boys who loved being naughty with other boys. Russell felt like the luckiest guy in the world. "You other three little brothers, give Hudson a good teasing, but don't let him come," Kent muttered, then sighed in pleasure from the wet lips worshipping his prick. "Yes, big bro," Brandon grinned. The Welsh brothers and Ryder surrounded Hudson and began groping, licking and fondling him mercilessly. The curly-haired boy whimpered in ecstasy. Ryder got on his knees eagerly and lapped at Hudson's balls. He shared a smile with his best friend. But Hudson closed his eyes and moaned at the pleasure of Clint's hungry mouth on his dick. A hand stroked Ryder's head and he looked up to see Brandon winking. His boyfriend was gently stroking Hudson's bare bottom. The blond voyeur heard a deep groan. His eyes were drawn to Kent getting blown. It seemed Russell was doing everything he knew how to do to please the throbbing erection in his mouth. And every moan of approval from the jock just drove him onward. "I'm thinking, Hudson, after I do you," Kent rumbled out, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, "maybe I'll also take your boyfriend for a ride." Ryder sighed with lust. The idea of Kent mounting Russell in front of everyone almost made the Little cream himself. Watching his Big do other boys never failed to thrill him. And right now Kent was putting on quite the show. The big man started to thrust harder, like he was testing the boy to see how he took it. Russell seemed to relax and welcome the throat- fucking. Ryder thought back to all the artwork their sweet-natured Brother had shown them - of a small boy being dominated by a strong man. Gosh Almighty, it must be super amazing to live it all for real. It wasn't long before Russell got the rich, creamy treat from Kent's balls. He gulped down as much as he could, but a lot still ran down his chin. Blushing through his smile, he looked up as the jock stepped back. "Your boyfriend is a great cocksucker," Kent said, giving Russell a brief, affectionate stroke of the fingers. "Now, little brothers, let's go to the bedroom..." Kent arranged everyone on the bed. He nodded his chin at Brandon and Clint and said, "Short stack, big mouth - since you two brothers have been so good, you can have the boyfriend all to yourselves for now. I'm fucking curly fry while doofus sucks him off." The Welsh duo grinned and Russell smiled shyly back. He'd been with both brothers before, though never so publicly or so wantonly. But he was having too much fun to stop, so he got on all fours when ordered to and took both of their dicks into himself, one at each end. Kent chuckled while working his still-solid cock into Hudson's tight hole. "If our family keeps growing like this, I'm gonna need a bigger bed." After the unbelievably hot orgy, Hudson was on Cloud 9. It had been even more mind-blowing than he'd imagined. And he loved how Kent made it so wonderful for him. No wonder Ryder had fallen for the handsome man. Since it was well known how exciting it was for Hudson to be in the same room with two real- life brothers, Kent sent the boy off to the showers with Brandon and Clint for some private fun. It was still intimidating for Hudson to be in the presence of the baseball pitcher with his swaggering attitude. Standing next to the Welshes under the hot spray, Hudson couldn't help but think of the boner- popping sight of Russell spit roasted by the pair of brothers. The image was locked up safely in Hudson's vault of stroke material. "That was so damn hot," Brandon said, soaping himself up. "Hee! Russell's gotten real naughty," Clint added. The athlete looked at Hudson with a warm smile. "You having a good time?" Hudson could only nod, not sure how to even talk about the sexy fun they were having. Clint surprised him, then, by leaning up and wrapping his slim arms around his big bro's neck and giving him a passionate kiss. The curly-haired boy gaped in shock. But neither of the Welsh brothers acted like this was new or even scandalous. Though Brandon did give Hudson a wink and a grin when seeing his expression. "Sorry, Clint gets super affectionate after he comes." "You... You guys..." "...fuck. Yep, we do. Mostly the little guy just sucks me off 'cause he's a serious cockhound." Hudson's deepest, most long-lasting fantasy was having a brother who'd be sexual with him. Hearing that these two lived that dream got his little pecker rock hard. "So cool," he breathed. Brandon smiled at this other dude who'd once confessed to crushing on his boyfriend. It was a bit awkward, but at the same time he could sense an understanding between them, that Ryder was easy to love. And this other dude was part of Kent's first threesome. Brandon couldn't help but admire and be a little jealous of that. But more so there was... a kind of... affection. He didn't know quite what it was. Hudson smiled thinly and dropped his gaze. "You guys are so lucky." Brandon laid a hand on the dude's shoulder. "Well, me and Clint... we consider you family." "Wh-What?" stammered Hudson. With a nod, Brandon directed Clint to touch the dude's other shoulder. "You're an honorary Welsh brother. That means you're Clint's middle brother. And when I marry Ryder, he'll also become your brother." "R-Really?" Clint smiled along with the other two. He was getting ANOTHER Welsh brother?! The whole idea made him giddy with excitement. "So, um, is he, like, Hudson Welsh when he's with us?" "Damn straight," nodded Brandon. "Which means, runt, you move down a rank. So when Hud's around, he's the middle brother and you, Clint, are the little brother. Got it?" Both younger brothers nodded together. Brandon pushed Hudson down onto his knees in the tub. "And since I'm the big brother, the dweeb can get to sucking my cock." Clint watched Hudson's eyes widen so much they looked like they were gonna fall off his face! Suddenly, the newest Welsh brother opened his mouth and looked up. Brandon said to Clint, "Get down there, twerp, and watch your middle brother do what he's supposed to, taking care of his big brother's rod." "'Kay." "Did I say you could talk?" Clint tried not to smile, 'cause he knew this was super exciting for his middle brother. "N-No. I mean, sorry." The boy got down on his knees to watch Hudson blow his big brother. Meanwhile, Kent cuddled with Ryder and Russell in his bed. "How're my two blonds?" "Very good, sir... er, Kent." "Real good, Big!" "That was pretty brave of you, string bean, sucking me off in front of the Brothers." "Holy moly, Russell, it got me all worked up just seeing it." "Th-Thanks. I didn't realize it'd be the gusher." "Well, Brandon was disappointed missing out on his nooner. But I wanted to save all my sperm for your first orgy." Kent made out with his blonds, gently sharing tongues and caressing the two sets of bottoms. Then the jock watched the pair french one another. The evening had just got started and already he was worked up enough to shoot again. Hudson moaned while giving his BJ. Skilled already at servicing Kent's monster cock, the curly- haired boy had no problem giving his new big brother a full and loving suck. What was even cooler, this didn't feel like pretend. Both brothers were welcoming him as a real member of the Welsh family! Hudson smiled at Clint then looked up worshipfully at Brandon. Slurping noisily, the tween went to town giving this brash middle-schooler as much pleasure as he could. "Oooohhhh, not bad, Hud. Maybe you'll earn your keep as a Welsh." Brandon smiled to himself. It was wild how each boy sucked a little different. He'd just assumed it would be the same experience - getting blown. But Hudson did something with his cheeks that created a shifting strong and light suck. Brandon was just as intent on making this good for the brother-lovin' dude. "All right, twerp, enough watching Hud. Wash my balls with your tongue." "'Kay!" Brandon frowned, making Clint freeze up, knowing he wasn't supposed to speak. But their eyes were smiling as his little brother started bathing his nutsack. This was extra special, Brandon knew, because during that first threesome, Hudson had sucked Kent off while Ryder was on balls duty. With Brandon recreating the scene, there were more groans coming from his new Welsh brother. "Thaaaaaat's it. The dweeb and the twerp. Working together to bring big brother off." Hudson gave it his all. Before long he got Brandon firing off into his mouth. The middle brother kept slurping away, though, until he was told to stop. "That was real good. Clint - give your brother a kiss to show him he did good." When the little Welsh brother grabbed hold and gave a fierce, demanding kiss, Hudson responded not just physically, but with his heart too. It figured that his folks would move him away from the best group of friends he could ever have. But somehow, some way, he was going to make sure to stay close to his new Brothers. The orgy was so much fun for Russell. But it had exhausted the boys, so Kent called a snack break. The Mormon boy took his milk and cookies and orange slices to the den where everyone was to assemble. As it turned out, the group remained in the kitchen. Russell was about to double back, when Hudson appeared and sat next to him on the couch. "Mind if I join you?" the curly-haired boy asked. "N-No, please do," smiled Russell. Now that everyone was naked and had shared their intimate body parts, he felt more at ease. Hudson took a sip of his drink and beamed. "This day does not belong to one man but to all..." Russell immediately recognized the first part of another LORD OF THE RINGS quote. He smiled back. "...Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace." The two boys toasted with their milk, linked arms, and drank, giggling the entire time. "NOW you're Tolkien," said Hudson and they yucked it up at his silly pun. Russell set down his drink. "I'm so happy to have had the chance to meet you, Hudson." "Same here, Russell." "Um, thank you for letting me part of your fantasy. It was fun being your boyfriend, even if just a pretend one." Hudson sat back on the couch with the cute blond boy. In some ways, he was reminded of Ryder. Well, a shier and definitely less pushy version. "Do you got a boyfriend?" "N-No. I..." stammered Russell. For Hudson it was pretty cute to see the sweet guy blush so hard that it looked like his cheeks were burnt. Russell finished with "I just started... you know... exploring." "I don't got a boyfriend either," lamented Hudson. "Even though I really want one. You know, this whole time Ryder has had TWO boyfriends." "Well... I'm not sure anyone would want me... I mean, in a relationship." "You kidding?! You're so nice and cool and sooooooper hawt." Russell could feel his cheeks get even redder, if that were possible. Being invisible he was used to. But right now not only did he feel the spotlight on him, the additional applause was almost too much. "Well," the Mormon boy managed to say, "I think the same about you." There was a silence. Curious, Russell looked over and saw the curly-haired boy staring at him. "You know what?" said Hudson, but he didn't wait for an answer. "I really liked Ryder for a long time and I never said anything. And I keep kicking myself for it. So I'm gonna say this and you don't have to be polite and say yes, but... Do you wanna be boyfriends?" "Yes!" Russell was just as surprised as Hudson when the word charged out of his mouth. "Really?" "I'd love to be boyfriends with you." The two of them kissed passionately. Hudson pulled back. "'Kay, look, um..." He rested his cheek on the back of the couch and Russell did the same. Both still beaming. "I know, like, when people have those relationships... what're they called?" "Long distance?" "Yeah, when people have long-distance relationships, it's not easy. But I like you lots and I'll try hard to be there for you." "I really like you, too." "So, it's official. Me and you, we're boyfriends." Russell bit his lip. With a spontaneous shout, he announced, "Hey, Brothers, Hudson and I are officially boyfriends!" Before the others rushed into the den to share in the news, Hudson took his partner by the hand and offered one more LORD OF THE RINGS quote: "I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the Ages of this world alone." ***** Gym class was awesome for Brandon not only because it included lessons on baseball, which the star pitcher aced right through, but also because it was right before lunch. So when the buzzer sounded the Welsh boy raced to the change room and was the first to finish his shower. While the other dudes headed to the cafeteria, Brandon made a beeline to Kent's office for his nooner with teach. Since the 12-year-old didn't have to concentrate too hard on the basics of the sport taught by Kent in class, he'd been a bit distracted thinking of that horse cock slamming past his ass cheeks. But Brandon had been extra careful not to steal glances at the jock's crotch. It'd been a painful lesson to be lectured by his younger brother back in Kent's apartment, but Clint was right about protecting the gay adult at all costs. That meant doing nothing in this close-minded town to raise any suspicions. All bets were off, however, once Brandon locked the office door behind him and smirked at Kent. "I'm your little cockslut now, teach." Kent gave the kid a toothy grin. "Yes, you are." He loved that Brandon was no longer embarrassed or uneasy about admitting to his little fetish. Whatever part of Kent that had been concerned about taking advantage of the boy had long been quieted by his certainty the star pitcher was getting exactly what he wanted and, in fact, needed. As quick as Clint could be, Brandon stripped down to his sneakers and grinned as Kent grabbed him and bent him over the desk. "Who's my slut boy?" "I am!" the tween groaned, his pecker hard as a rock. Kent entered him, hard and fast. "Who is?" "Nnnn... I am, sir... Ohhhh..." The man smirked and grabbed the boy by the hips. He began to pound the smooth, sexy bubble butt. It never got old, fucking this hot boy over his desk. His cock had gotten so accustomed to the act that it seemed to start chubbing at the noon hour all on its own. For Brandon it was still a mystery why he needed to be teach's lil bitch tramp. But he hungered for that slab of adult meat ramming up his back chute and those nasty words putting him in his place. "Th-That all you g-got? C-Can'tcha go h-harder?" asked the tough boy with winded breaths. Kent leaned into his ear. "I didn't say you could talk, you fucking whore." "Gaaawwwd, feels amazing." "Don't care, slut, and just for that, you can't squirt." Brandon moaned and just lay on the desktop enjoying the assault on his ass. His nose caught a distinct sweet smell. Looking over, he noticed a long-stemmed red rose. It distracted Brandon, at least for the moment, because he'd never seen anything quite like that on Kent's desk. "T-Teach, did Clint g-give you that flower?" Kent fucked his pupil in long, deep strokes and he didn't pause when he answered with "uh, no, another student." "Oh god, fuck my slutty ass!" Brandon squealed. "Like.... Unnn... Like, what other student?" "Santiago Ortiz." "You fucking him too? Oh man, you're so deep..." Kent fisted the middle-schooler's hair. "No. I just helped him out and he wanted to say thanks." "Oh man, so good... Fuuuck...." Brandon wriggled beneath him. "With a rose? Wow... Weird..." "I said to stop talking, bitch," the teacher growled and set to fucking the boy past the capacity for speech. Kent would be lying if he said he didn't love these "nooners" where he got to let his inner beast out. Being around so many sexy young boys (like Scott St. James) really got his libido going. It didn't used to. Or, at least, he could ignore it. But ever since he'd started up with the Brotherhood, he couldn't help sometimes wondering what one of his students might look like, naked, blushing, moaning... Of course Kent would never even approach any student who didn't show an interest. But he was now aware and accepted that some boys needed a man like him. Brandon respected Kent to the point of hero worship. So when the dude ramming his butt said not to talk that's how it was. Though he got distracted by a quiet three-tap knock on the office door. The fucking stopped cold. Kent whispered, "Quiet, short stack." Brandon whispered, "Don't worry, teach, open it." "Sh. I'm serious." "So'm I." A voice on the other side of the door said, "S-Sir?" Brandon saw the puzzled look on the jock's face. Then Kent called out, "Russell?" Still splayed on the desktop, Brandon felt teach pull his cock out of him. "He wanted to join us." Instead of being cross, Kent stepped back and quickly and efficiently let Russell in. The Mormon boy was both shocked and turned on by the sight of the gym teacher's hard-on sticking out from above the waistband of his shorts and his friend lying naked on the desk with his reddish hole looking like it had been drilled. "U-Um, sorry I'm late, I... uh..." Kent smiled at Russell. Yes, the little Mormon boy was still awkward and nervous, but he'd come so far so fast. From barely being able to stand being naked around his teacher to participating in full-on boy orgies, Russell had embraced those sexual needs he'd previously been ashamed of. "Get over there and use your tongue to keep Brandon on the edge," suggested Kent. "But he can't come until I say so. Think you can do that for me, string bean?" Russell giggled. "Uh-huh..." "Good, do that right and I'll fuck you when I'm done with him," said Kent said before giving Russell a quick but thoroughly debauched kiss. Once the Mormon boy was on his knees teasing Brandon, the teacher got back in place and started fucking the horny pitcher with renewed vigor. ***** "Gosh Almighty! Nice move!" shouted Ryder as he was pinned to the floor by Kent, both in their singlets. The Little has still making good on his promise to spend more time with his Big. It also meant more wrestling training from the dude who'd been a college champ. Kent held out a hand and helped Ryder to his feet. "That was my specialty, won me a few matches. You use the movement from a roll to pull your opponent down." "'Kay, can I just get some water, we been at it for a bit." "Sure. I put your bottle on the coffee table." Ryder caught his breath and stuck out his tongue from exhaustion. "I'm winded, but not as much as I used to be." "The jogging helps, but this training is definitely conditioning your body." Ryder noticed a glint on the coffee table. "Hey, what's this?... Is it a card with glitter?" Kent winced. He'd forgotten about the handcrafted, highly artistic thank-you card Santiago had given him. The plan had been to take the evidence home so no one would spot it. Because it'd be a terrible irony if he got into trouble for having "inappropriate relations" with a student he actually WASN'T fucking. "Uh, it's nothing..." The Big made a grab for the card but his Little stepped out of reach. "Who's 'Santi' and why's he sending you a really gay card?" the boy asked. "He's a student. He's just-" "Whoa, you're fucking another student?" "No! I-" "Why haven't we met him yet?" Kent made another attempt to retrieve the card and was thwarted again. "It's not like that at all." "Then what's it like? And why's the card stinky? Smells like... like that aftershave you used that one time?" "Look, Santi's just a student who was being bullied and I put a stop to it and he was saying thanks. That's all it is. Really." Kent gave his Little the "I'm not kidding around" look. Ryder glanced at the card before surrendering it. "'Kay, didn't mean to rile you up. It's just... on the front, that's a heart." "I know," replied Kent, who tucked the evidence in a cupboard. "Santi's a sensitive kid." "You mean-" "I mean SENSITIVE. No snap judgments." "There's glitter all over my fingers." Kent grabbed a towel for Ryder to wipe his hands with. "Here." "Don't worry, I... I know you're the decider." "Thank you." Kent took a knee and looked the boy in the eyes with Serious Big Face. "Ryder, look, I know you're used to the boys in the Brotherhood, but there are many ways people live their truth, all right? Some men and boys are more flamboyant... That means they don't act like straight people do. They like glitter and pretty colors and they tend to be really sensitive. And that's all okay." The teacher got a roll of the eyes. "Yeah, ok." "Brandon can pretend he's not gay and he can be safe from the bullies. You learned that with the baseball team, right?" Off Ryder's nod, Kent felt he could continue. "A boy like Santi, well, he really can't hide it. So things are tougher. I was looking out for him. That's all." "Ok, but... I'm pretty sure he wants to suck your dick." "Ryder!" The boy laughed and sidestepped when Kent made a grab for him. The Big chased his Little around the apartment before finally flattening him to the floor in a careful but devastating tackle. "No, but for serious, for serious!" shouted the 11-year-old blond. Kent growled while pulling off the straps to his singlet, "Can't trick me! Someone's sucking a dick!" "Ok, yes, please! But for serious! Wait, listen, listen! For serious!" The boy spun around, holding up his hands. "This was just Brotherhood talk. 'Kay? You're the decider." Glancing down, Ryder saw Kent grab his own crotch with lust-filled eyes. "I'm listening." "'Kay, I know stuff's worked out. But it won't always, so we gotta be careful. Plus - wait! - we still gotta wrestle more before I service you. And you can fuck me." With a suspicious look, Kent slipped the straps back up onto his shoulders. "As long as you understand what I'm trying to teach you." "So, yeah, as a Brother I respect you gotta figure things out and I know not all gays are the same." "Good." "But as your Little, I'm telling ya, Glitter Boy's gonna Pride march right straight into your bed." The boy busted a gut. Shaking his head, Kent pulled the straps back down. "That's it, there's only one way to really teach you a lesson." It wasn't like Kent hadn't considered that Santi might be a future member of the Brotherhood. He was a cute boy and really sweet and he'd likely flourish if he had friends and support. But the teacher wasn't sure yet what these strangely romantic gestures from the Hispanic youth meant. "Hey!" Ryder said, laughing up a storm as Kent stripped him. "We still got one more match!" The boy flailed and tried to resist, but it was all an act. The Big could tell because Ryder had always been squirmy and wrestling had only improved his ability to wriggle loose. Kent exposed his own dick and put his Little in a schoolboy pin. "And I told you that you needed a lesson, and I didn't mean about wrestling." "Okay, but listen! Just- MMMMMMPH!" The man ended the argument by stuffing his engorged cock right into the boy's mouth. Ryder knew he deserved getting cut off. Wrestling had become more important to him by the day, and he was absolutely serious about continuing the training. But this was as much about Kent making sure his Little was gonna respect the line as keeping up their bond as gay brothers. So Ryder didn't put up a fuss. Instead the grade-schooler worked his expert mouth muscles to pleasure the horse cock. He nodded for his Big to give him a good facefucking and without hesitation the man meat started ramming into the boy's throat. Through much practice, Ryder formed a perfect sheath for the jock to thrust as hard as he wanted. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, y-you're amazzzzzzing," groaned Kent through gritted teeth. ***** Kent was always happy when his little boyfriend could drop by after school. It was more "stolen time," which was what they had to deal with since their relationship would forever be a secret. Of course, Clint loved being able to come to his big brother's school and see where he'd be attending in a couple of years. And inevitably the boy would go through Kent's desk like the curious raccoon he was. Not right then, though, as Clint was bent over that desk, his shorts and undies cast aside, his big boyfriend's large erection plunging in and out of his hole. The boy was doing his level-best to be quiet, but little squeaks and breathy moans escaped him anyway. "Ready for me to fill you up, big mouth? Ready for my spurt, lover boy?" "Y-Yeah... Ohhhh... This is j-just like how you do my brother!" Kent was aware he'd pounded Brandon over the desk just hours earlier. Of course, he was always gentler with Clint. Even if his young boyfriend insisted he could take it, the man would never be as rough and dominant with him as he was with the elder Welsh brother. "Mmmm... Yeah, there it is... Oh fuck, so good," Kent panted as he spilled inside the boy. The man went and got a towel to clean them up. Upon his return he saw Clint examining the elegantly wrapped box Kent had slipped into a drawer. The shimmering paper and multicolored ribbons had told Kent who it was from before he even glanced at the note in it. "What's this?" "Nothing, big mouth..." Why did Kent feel so awkward about all these gifts? Kids had crushes on their teachers all the time... THOUGH MOST OF THE TIME, THOSE TEACHERS DON'T ENJOY GETTING THEIR STUDENTS INTO BED. Even though spurt was dripping from his bum and down his legs, Clint was still able to keep the box away from Kent's grabbing hands. "Is it for me?!" the excited boy exclaimed. "Clint, no," implored his adult boyfriend. "Well, it's not a surprise no more." He opened the box and saw resting on a bed of cotton balls... a heart pendant... but not gold or silver... it was like one a kid would make. "Clint, it's from a student." The boy was too stunned when Kent pulled it out of his hands. "Russell?" "No, it's from a boy I helped out of a bad situation," Kent explained as he put the pendant back in the box and the box back in the drawer. "Is he gay like us?" "I think so. I'm not sure." "Why's he sending you a gift like that? Did he send other things? What's his name? Is he gonna be in the Brotherhood?" Kent tried to derail the freight train of questions. "It's not really a big deal. And I don't know if he wants to be part of the Brotherhood." Of course, his motormouth boyfriend was just picking up steam. There was no way to stop him once he got going. "'Kay..." Clint stared. Kent stared back. After a moment, the man said, "Is... that it?" "Uh-huh." "I just thought... you'd have more to say." Kent started wiping the spurt off Clint's legs. "Nope. You're the decider." "Thanks, sweetie." Clint smiled when Kent kissed him on the cheek while toweling off his bum. "I know you got a game, can I stay and watch?" "Of course you can, lover boy." "But maybe, um, you should talk to this kid..." "...Santi." "Maybe you should, um, talk to Santi soon. 'Cause I don't want you to get in trouble for all this." Kent was always surprised when Clint showed such incredible intuitiveness. And it made him love the youngster all the more, knowing how much his little boyfriend looked out for him. "Yeah. I know. I considered that too. I keep thinking he'll get over it, but... Yeah, I need to talk to him." "Is he cute?" "Clint!" The kid gave him a wholly implausible look of innocence. "What? If he's gonna join the Brotherhood, I wanna know if he's cute." "I said I don't know if he'll join." His lover boy gave him a coy smile. "Mmk... But, you know, if he wants to suck you off or whatever, that's ok too." "Clint..." "Just saying!" Kent smiled and shook his head. "All right, big mouth, let's go to the game and on the way home, maybe I'll let you raid the candy store..." ***** "Go, go, Sharks - go!" yelled Russell. On the sidelines he stood next to Kent who'd shouted words of encouragement to his team. One more play and the Sharks would likely score another touchdown. Baseball practice had ended, and the Mormon boy and Brandon had decided to swing by the football field to watch the rest of the game. Clint was in the stands, so his big brother had thought it a good idea to keep the boy company. It felt like an honor when Kent had suggested Russell remain and watch from the bench. The whistle blew and it looked like the quarterback, Scott St. James, was about to pass to the receiver, but then he tucked the ball under his arm and charged straight through and roared past the goal post. The crowd stood and cheered! The excitement was electrifying to the Mormon boy and he patted Kent on the back. The man leaned down to whisper into his ear, "It's half time. Want to follow me behind the stands?" Those words were just as electrifying. Did Kent really mean to sneak off and be naughty? Wouldn't they get caught? But no, the teacher was always careful. "O-Ok," answered Russell - he made sure to smile in order to show Kent he wasn't afraid. It had long been a fantasy of Kent's to get some action behind the bleachers. He hadn't been able to manage it before, never having found the right time and place for it. But he'd scoped out a secluded place that no one went to and, well, he was eager to give it a try. Behind the bleachers, shielded by some bushes and a storage shed, Kent made out with Russell. His hands busily opened the boy's shorts. He reached in to give the little pecker a stroke. "We gotta be quick and quiet, string bean," Kent said as he fished his own stiff prick out of his shorts and lubed it up. Russell heard cheers and a football chant while turning to present his bare butt to his teacher. Despite his nervousness, the 12-year-old felt secure in the company of the Brotherhood's leader. He grunted at the sudden pressure against his hole. "You're a brave boy, Russell, this is making me so excited." "M-Me too, Kent. Did - you hear that?" "No one can see us, I promise. We GOTTA make it quick." The long, thick, steely hard shaft inched up into the blond boy's rectum. Being taken by a handsome, muscled jock hadn't stopped being a dreamy fantasy for Russell. Submitting to Kent still felt like the first time. "So amazingly tight," grunted the teacher as he began to thrust. Laughter from within the crowd made Russell tighten up even more. "Ohhh..." "Relax, string bean, relax for me." "Sorry, s-sir... er, Kent." The jock knew that Brandon would have been a better pick for this short and dirty fuck, but he was hanging out with Clint. And Russell had recently asked to join in on their "nooner." So it seemed the boy was getting more adventurous. Kent nuzzled the cutie as he eased his thick cock all the way inside. The quivering boy let out a low, but quiet, moan. Kent kissed the back of Russell's neck as he rabbit-fucked the smooth behind. One hand jerked the boy off in time to his thrusts and soon both of them were panting heavily. Russell stood there lost in the swell of sexual energy and simply let himself go. No longer was he aware of the football spectators off in the stands, the night air cooling the lube on his bum, or his half-nakedness out in the open. Safety and security enveloped him with Kent's strong arm wrapped around his chest and the long fingers jerking the hardness between his legs. The cock was reaching that wonderful area deep within his rear that sent more pleasurable waves toward his groin. "Mmmmm, Kent..." "That's it, lover boy..." "F-Feels good now." "You're my gorgeous stud." Kent gave the boy's bottom a thorough pounding. With the night breeze blowing over them, the sounds of the crowd nearby, it was just like what he'd imagined and that was enough to get him to his climax quickly. Growling low in his throat, Kent spent himself inside the small ass as the sexy Mormon youth shivered with his own release. Using the towel he'd thought to bring, Kent cleaned them both up. His phone buzzed and he assumed it was Clint wondering where he'd disappeared to. The man picked it out of his pocket as he straightened his shorts and opened the text. OH... MY... GOD... What was on the screen was both intensely beautiful and utterly horrifying. "Something wrong?" Russell asked while zipping up. He peeked around his teacher's arm. "Whoa!" Kent simply stared at the image in dumbfounded shock. Apparently, his talk with Santi could not be put off any longer. Not unless he wanted to get fired. "Who sent you the Antonio Cruz poster?" asked Russell curiously. But a millisecond later, he realized the subject wasn't the star of BEACH BALL. "Wait, is that...?" Suddenly, Kent was hurriedly deleting the photo and pocketing his phone. "I gotta get back to my team." "That's the kid Santiago from our school." Kent put a hand on the boy's shoulder and led him back to the field. "Let's talk later." "But why was he posing like Antonio Cruz in his swim trunks?" "Sh, string bean, can't talk about it now." Russell was extremely confused - since he was now familiar with the famous poster of Antonio in a green and yellow swimsuit lying on his side on a couch with one arm propping up his head and the other draped over his knee. Santiago had recreated the pose perfectly and was even wearing the exact same swimsuit. "'Kay, s-sorry. Thanks for - you know." "Thank YOU. That's been one of my fantasies." "Then we both got to make our fantasies come true for each other." ***** The episode of BEACH BALL was a repeat, but Brandon didn't mind. It gave him and Ryder a chance to show it to Russell and his little brother and see their reactions. Clint still wasn't that hugely into it, but their new Mormon friend was a total convert. And everyone got very quiet and paid close attention when Antonio walked around in his Speedo. Afterwards, as they sipped their sodas (Mountain Dew for Russell) and talked it over, Ryder suddenly burst in with "ok, guys, listen. Seriously, I gotta tell you this!" "What?" said Clint. Ryder bounced in his seat, grinning from ear to ear. "Kent's got a student who's totally into him. Some boy named Santi!" "You guys-" began Clint with a frown. But Brandon muscled into the conversation. "Waaaaaait a second. This wouldn't happen to be the kid who left a rose on teach's desk." "He did?" asked Ryder. "Yeah," laughed Brandon. "We were having our nooner when all of a sudden I see this flower on his desk." "But-" said Clint. "Even better!" Ryder put in. "This Santi also gave him a thank-you card - all made up in glitter." "What's that mean?" asked Russell. Ryder grinned. "It means my gaydar's definitely going beep! beep! beep!" "Well, th-that kinda makes sense now," observed Russell, who was desperate to add his clue to the mystery boy. "You know something?" inquired Ryder. With a nod, Russell said, "Kent took me out b-behind the bleachers for, um, for a... um..." "Quickie?!" asked a wide-eyed Brandon and he received a silent nod. "No way, Russ under the bleachers! Respect!" He fist-bumped the Mormon boy. "But afterward," Russell continued, "Kent received a, um, photo from Santi. Posing exactly like the Antonio poster." "No way!" Ryder asked, his whole face lighting up. "That one where he's in his boxers?" "I thought it was a swimsuit," Russell said. "But yes..." "Oh. My. GOD!" Ryder squealed. "That is solid state! We should, like, have a bet on when Kent gets him into bed." His boyfriend smirked. "Yeah! Ok, so what're the stakes? We talkin' oral or full-on fucking for when teach nails him?" The middle Welsh brother stood up. "Guys..." "Oh, he has to fuck him of course," Ryder explained. "That's, like, the ultimate test." "Guys!" Clint broke in and finally the others looked at him. The 10-year-old fixed them with a steady glare. "This isn't ok. We said Kent was the decider!" "We're just talkin', little bro," Brandon said. "I know what you're doing," said Kent's boyfriend. "You did the same thing before Russell joined us." "Wait, you guys did?" asked the Mormon boy. "Nah, not even the same," the star pitcher assured him. "We didn't have a bet on you." "Stop it!" Clint snapped. "We shouldn't be talking about this. Like, I saw the necklace that Santi gave Kent, but I'm not blabbing about it." Clint flinched at his obvious screwup but plowed ahead anyway. "It's not right to talk about it 'less Kent says so 'cause you'll all start figuring out ways to get them together even if you say you won't." "Yeah, you're right, squirt," Brandon said. "We gotta, like, swear not to do that 'cause that's totally cheating with the bet." Ryder giggled. "I say three days, tops!" Russell said, "We don't even know if Santi's really gay." "Dude," replied Brandon, "he smells better than most of the girls I know. And he's, like, SUPER sensitive." "So?" said Russell. "My dad's sensitive and he uses scented bath soaps. My mom loves that about him." "Dude, then your dad's gay," the pitcher said with a chuckle. "I mean it, knock it off!" shouted Clint. "We're just talking," assured Ryder, "it doesn't mean anything." "Yeah, stop bein' a stick-in-the-mud," stated Brandon with a wave of the hand. But Clint turned to the newest member. "Russell, um, do you like it that my brothers talked about you like that?" Russell's eyes widened and his face went red. His gaze fell to the floor. "Uh..." The middle Welsh brother wouldn't let the subject drop. "Kent said, for us to be a Brotherhood we hafta be honest with each other." Suddenly, the mischievous delight in Ryder's and Brandon's eyes faded away. "Well," said Russell, "I g-guess it doesn't f-feel all that good." Clint regarded his brothers with an I-told-you-so look. "It's not like I wanna wreck your fun. We can talk about naughty stuff and even stuff about this other boy. But we're supposed to be looking out for Kent and each other, and this whole bet about if Santi's gonna be fucked by my boyfriend is just... it's not good. And I gotta, like, um, put my foot down. I love you guys so much. And I want all of us to be Brothers. But we gotta act like it." The room fell silent. Then Clint smiled and walked off. "I'm gonna be in my bedroom, so anyone who agrees with what I said, you can spit roast me all you want. Hee!" ***** Kent was still having trouble understanding how a student he wasn't having sex with had become more of a threat to his job and his safety than the four boys he was involved with - five, counting Hudson. But Santi's little crush had gone from cute to alarming real fast. So he'd told the kid to meet him in his office at lunch. Which had gotten him a big smile in return. Brandon had given him a surly look after finding out his usual nooner was being postponed, but he understood this talk was more important. He even said something like "Clint told us you needed to deal with this guy." So the boys in the group were already discussing the Hispanic youth's gestures of affection. Before the student arrived, though, Kent heard music. The voice sounded like Antonio Cruz, but it wasn't the one song Kent knew, so he wasn't sure. Then the door opened and before the teacher could say anything, Santi entered and started dancing. Santiago Ortiz strutted into the office dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt, dark pants and black shoes, similar to the outfit worn by Antonio Cruz in his video for the song "Dotting I's With Hearts." The 11-year-old boy of Mexican heritage worshiped at the altar of the Latino popstar. But now his obsessions had turned to his P.E. teacher after the man had stepped in like a knight in shining armor to rescue Santi from what might have turned into a gay bashing. Ever since that magical moment, the romantic boy could think of none other than Kent. So hunky. So handsome. So dashing. Santi had set the stage to capture the heart of Kent. The rose, the card, the pendant and the self- portrait had all led to this moment. This moment when Santi would sing Antonio's song and execute Antonio's signature moves - and Kent would swoon and be Santi's until the end of time! The jock stared at the boy uncertainly, but that was to be expected and did not deter the tween Latin lover one bit. The music played and Santi moved his hips and swung his arms and sang, "HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE MIIIIIIIINNNNE? I KNOW! IT'S IN MY HEART, I FEEEEEEELLL! YOU ARE-!" Kent was struck dumb. His brain had not seized up like this since that summer night Ryder had snuck into his bed. It was just simply surreal what he was experiencing and his mind was officially blown. So he just stood and watched as the boy performed for him, all the words he'd planned to say disappearing in a puff of smoke. The first thing that really struck Kent was what a gorgeous voice the boy had. The man couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, and when he and Clint sang along to "Lips Made for Kisses" anyone listening thought there was a cat fight in progress. Not so with the lovely Santiago Ortiz. He sang with such simple sweetness and purity of spirit that it took the man's breath away. IF THE BOY STARTS STRIPPING, I'M EITHER GOING TO SPANK HIM OR FUCK HIM AND I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHICH. The teacher was rock hard in his shorts and there wasn't any way to hide it. That coquettish smile on the boy's face, the light in his eyes, the way his hips swayed and moved, they were utterly doing Kent in. Santi kept his eyes locked with Kent's. Just like Antonio with the girl he'd serenaded in his video. The plan was working to perfection! All Santi had to do was walk in the footsteps of Antonio and it would lead to romance! The boy dropped to one knee and put one hand over his heart and reached with the other to the man of his dreams. "I SEE YOU NOWWWWWWWW IN CLASS! PEEKING O'ER YOUR SHOULDER I SEE! I SEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU DOTTING I'S WITH HEARTS! I SEE YOU NOOWWWWWW I SEEEEEEEEEEE YOU DOTTING I'S WITH HEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTS!" An impressive dance number followed to music and Santi began to sway and gyrate, perfectly mimicking Antonio. But suddenly... something was wrong... Kent was crossing to the music player and... and... he was turning it off! The teacher got his starstruck brain into gear. He had to take control of this situation. And not just for himself, but for his student, too. He couldn't let Santi think this could ever be anything yet he somehow also had to avoid crushing the poor little guy. "Santi, that was really sweet. And the card and the necklace..." "And the photo! Did you like it? I thought the lighting was good, I got the shadows just right, and it took forever to purchase the same shorts Antonio wore in his poster-" "Santi, take a breath." The boy gulped and looked up with his heart in his eyes. "You didn't like it?" Kent laid his hands on the boy's shoulders. "It was a very good picture of a very handsome boy." Santi's eyes lit up again but before he got a chance to say anything, the man pressed on. "But it was very wrong to send that to me. If someone saw it on my phone, I'd be fired instantly." "Oh, but no, MI AMOR, I..." Santi was lost in a sea of emotions. Disappointment that he couldn't finish the dance that would win Kent over. Happiness at the touch of the gorgeous man's hands on his body. Fear that what the boy had done might put his darling in danger. "You see, everyone will understand our love. They will see two hearts beating for one another. And we will be together." "Santi, please sit... Please..." "I... Of course, MI AMOR..." With shoulders slumped, Santi took a seat in a chair. His legs cried to the boy to leap back up and finish the dance of love. His arms questioned why they would be resting at his side instead of making art in the air. And his voice so desired to sing instead of merely speak. But this was what his teacher had requested. "Do not be angry with me, Kent..." The teacher looked his student directly in the eye. "I'm not angry with you. Not one tiny little bit. I don't think I've ever felt so flattered before in my life." Santi relaxed a fraction. "I... I don't want to get you in trouble, MI AMOR. I just wanted to show you how much I..." He looked down. "You think I'm stupid." "No, not at all. Look at me." The boy kept looking down and the teacher had a terrible feeling it was to hide the tears he was fighting back. "Sweet pepper, look at me." Finally, the boy did. "I mean it, I'm honestly flattered. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with what you feel. I mean that. There just can't be anything between us." "I'm not a child, you know!" said the boy defiantly. Kent remembered being that age, remembered how important it was to win the respect of your elders. "No, you're a young man. And you're gay. And you're having a really hard time at school. So you think because I helped you that you love me. But it's not true and I think you probably know that, deep down." Santi stared wide eyed. "But I... I do love you." "Santi..." "Come away with me. The two of us will be happy together. Away from this terrible town and its ugly people. You... You say the word 'gay' and you make it sound so beautiful." "That's because it is, Santi." "Yes, you and I can be gay... together." Santi bit his lip and chanced touching his lover's cheek. His heart sank when Kent pulled his hand away, but hope returned when the man held it. "Running away isn't the answer." "But no one here... no one but you understands the love between men. You protected me from the hatred that is all around me." "And I always will, sweet pepper." "Let us go and not look back. Away from this place, for there is nowhere here for us." Kent's heart ached for the boy. He knew that loneliness, that feeling of not fitting in, and how it hurt. He wished he had the power to make it all better. To make it so that Santi didn't have to be afraid all the time. But he couldn't. All he could do was look after the youngster and keep him safe to the best of his ability. "There is a place for us here, Santi. There are other boys like you..." Santi blinked a few times, clearly stunned by this. "QUÉ?" "I know boys just like you. How about I take you to meet them after school?" The boy gaped at him in shock for a moment. Before slowly nodding.