Date: Thu, 12 May 2022 20:41:44 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 15 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 15 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 had concerns about this little idea that Ryder and Brandon had come up with, but of course they'd insisted on at least trying it and as usual the man's arguments never seemed to hold up against the insistent logic of his Little. The redheaded jock spent some time in bed with the two boyfriends, enjoying the simple acts of kissing and touching and sharing one another. Brandon and Kent took turns prepping the adorable blond gradeschooler, whose eyes were bright with excitement. "Come on, let's get to it already!" Ryder insisted. Kent glanced at Brandon, who smiled and nodded. So they were really doing this. The muscled teacher moved into position, his back against the headboard, and helped Ryder slide atop him, knees on either side of his Big's hips. "Oohhhh... Yeah, I've missed that," Ryder purred as the man's dick filled him up. Brandon Welsh crawled up behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around the slim bod. "Ready for me, kid?" "Y-Yeah..." Biting his lower lip, Brandon thrust out his boner, resting the cockhead against Kent's slick shaft. Slowly he dragged it back and forth, as if frotting teach. The tip made contact with Ryder's stretched hole. Kent asked, "You good, doofus?" Ryder sighed. "R-real good." Brandon leaned close into his partner. "Feel me, kid?" "Gosh Almighty, yeah." Carefully, Brandon worked his knob into the hole. It was shocking how tight it was. Is this what Kent felt on his cock every time he fucked a boy? Jesus, the grip was... it was awesome as hell! "Oooooohhhhhh! Brandon! Kent!" "Still good?" asked Kent with a hint of concern. The youngster nodded quickly. "H-Hurts a bit, but I don't want it to stop." "Ahhhhhhhhh..." groaned Brandon as his cockhead breached the solid anal ring of his lover. Ryder Strauss moaned and didn't care who heard it. This was happening! "I-I'm being double penetrated!" Two rock-solid pillars pumped up and down inside his ass - one small pillar piggybacking on one thick pillar. Ryder's eyes fluttered as pleasure washed over him. "Gosh Almightyyyyyyyyy..." Brandon panted heavily. "Kid, this is fucking amazing!" "Doofus, short stack, loving it too." Ryder felt Big's hands tighten around his legs and Brandon hugging him from behind as the two cocks thrust into his tailpipe. Kent had experienced a number of surreal moments in his life over the past five months, but this was pretty much at the top. He was actually buried in his Little's hot, tight love channel and his dick was squeezed up against the smaller shaft of Ryder's partner. The man marveled at the gradeschooler's adventurous spirit and his courage. He could tell from the look on Ryder's face that it was a bit of a struggle being so full, but the red in his cheeks and the glassiness in his eyes showed he genuinely did like it. "You are so sexy like this," Kent murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "Utterly gorgeous." "Everything about this is HAWT," groaned Brandon as he leaned forward and shared a three-way kiss. Inwardly the brunet athlete chuckled as teach's adult schlong seemed like it was trying to muscle out his middle-school dink. He had to work harder to keep himself inside his boyfriend. But the sounds coming out of Ryder made the effort worthwhile. The little blond had begged to be DPed and now he was living the dream. Somehow Brandon felt even closer to Kent, like they were brothers-in-arms experiencing an intense bond. Not since Ryder was first penetrated by Kent did the boy feel pain while being fucked. What was that Madonna song, about being a virgin? That's how the Little felt. The pain was good, in a strange way, because it reminded him of when maleness had entered his bottom that night during his practice date with Kent. Ryder whimpered, "Ooooohhhh, mmmmmmmm..." Brandon sighed, "God, kid, this fuck is tight." Ryder said with ragged breaths, "I-I can't b-believe you're both inside me." Moving was difficult, but they eventually found a slow and sensuous rhythm. Kent was already panting from the lust coursing through his body. He'd been doubtful about all this, but once again Ryder had proven him wrong. "So good... So intense," the man moaned into the boy's ear. "All connected..." Sharing Ryder between them had never felt so intimate. It left the 23-year-old man dizzy, with his cock gripped against Brandon's as they slowly pushed in and out of the gasping 11-year-old. "Love that we're all together, yeah," huffed Brandon. The horny 12-year-old merely thought this would be super sexy. He never realized how much closer he'd feel to both his boyfriend and teach. Still, Brandon had to work at it to prevent the horse cock from kicking him out. But he loved that too, competing to be in Ryder. At some points they were able to seesaw together so that their rods were sharing the cutest damn blond boy in the world. "Mmmmmmm, Brandonnnnnnnn..." "Right here, kid." "Th-Thank you for..." "Ya, doing this with teach is... just fucking solid state." Brandon looked across and shared a smile with Kent. The young pitcher felt in that moment such an intense affection for the man that it seemed to equal his love for his partner. The three kissed and stroked one another, moans falling from their lips as the pleasure spiked and grew. Kent couldn't move very much and that was perfect. It gave Ryder most of the control and it made this magical moment last. "I love you boys," the man groaned out. "Love you so much." That was his saving grace, his salvation. He did love them, loved all the boys in the Brotherhood. And in moments like this, he felt it with breathtaking clarity. "P-Please cum in me the s-same time," pleaded Ryder as the two pillars thrust back and forth. "We'll try," smiled Brandon. "No, please, please, d-do it," panted Ryder. "W-Wanna f-feel both you shooting." "Ready if you are, short stack," grunted Kent. "Been ready," half-grunted Brandon. "Gossshhhh Almighty, gonna too," moaned Ryder. The three let out a chorus of cries, from Kent's baritone groan to Brandon's cracking tween voice to Ryder's high-pitched squeal. The Big Brother shuddered all over as his jizz pumped into his quivering Little. And he felt the drizzle of Brandon's thinner cum mix with his. Panting, the trio held still for a moment, dazed and overwhelmed. "Solid state," Kent finally managed to say with a warm smile. ***** Santiago Ortiz was putting the finishing touches on his ceviche. It was both exciting and intimidating to get to know the Brothers. He'd been let into Kent's apartment after school in order to prepare the Peruvian dish as an hors d'oeuvre for the boys to enjoy during their get-together. Now he could hear Kent letting in his fellow gay peers. The Latino middle-schooler still couldn't believe there were so many like him in this town. It always seemed as if he were the only one. On the one hand, Santi was comforted; on the other, insecure. An outsider - that is how he'd always felt as a boy who was in touch with his feelings and liked things other than monster trucks and fried food. Yet even in this supposed safe-haven, Santi was still an outsider, ironically among a group of gays. But Kent had assured the tween he would be welcomed by the group and there would be no judgment. And Santi trusted his teacher. The little masterchef squeezed one more lime over the delectable fish. He was ready to serve his ceviche. Kent had tried to swipe a taste of the dish, which looked like something straight off the Food Network. A rap on the knuckles with a wooden spoon had blocked him, though, but the cute smile from Santi had made it so he couldn't even grumble at the boy. Ryder raved as he walked in, "I'm just saying, it was like nothing I've ever felt before." "Seriously?" Russell asked, his eyes wide. "Two? At once?" "Sounds awful," Clint muttered. "It was so good," Brandon said, smirking at Kent as he swaggered into the apartment. "Hey, teach." "BIG!" Ryder exclaimed and hugged Kent. Clint wriggled in right after, demanding a long and passionate kiss from his adult boyfriend. Kent wrapped his arms around the little guy and swept him up off his feet, spinning him around. Brandon said, "Something smells good." "Yes," Kent told them, "Santi made something for you all." "Cool! I'm starving!" Ryder said and made a beeline for the kitchen. Kent's phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and, checking the caller ID, let out a sigh. "Hi, Ma," he said in a cold, even voice. "Not much. Just got home..." Ryder marched into the kitchen first. "Wow! You did all this for us?!" Santi turned around from the counter. "Kent had said you were an amazing group and so I am treating you to the best!" Brandon came up behind his boyfriend. "Look at them eats!" With a flourish, Santi said, "If you would be so kind as to bring out the cups and soda to the den. Along with the paper plates and napkins. I will serve the dish." "Whoa, Santi, you shouldn't of!" said Brandon with hungry eyes. "But we're very glad you did!" chuckled Ryder. "C'mon, boyfriend." Of course, Brandon scooped up everything he could carry and raced to the other room. It made the blond-haired boy smile. "I must admit," Santi said to Ryder, "how strange it is to hear you use that word so casually." "You're probably gonna hear it a lot more," chuckled Ryder. All of the serving items were arranged on the coffee table and Santi brought out his dish. "Ceviche, mis amigos. It is originally from Peru. What makes it unique is that the lime juice actually cooks the fish. I hope you enjoy!" Kent could tell right off this wouldn't be a brief call from the level of mom-guilt he got in the first minute. With a grim look, the man excused himself from the boys, went to his bedroom and closed the door. Russell said, nibbling on the food, "I can't believe you made this." "Oh my god, this is really good!" Ryder added. "Iff rrmm ssrr!" Clint mumbled around a mouthful. "Don't talk with your yap full," Brandon warned his younger sibling. Ryder giggled. "First time you've ever told him that..." Brandon chuckled along with his partner, but then he caught the puzzled look from Santiago. Hanging around Russ had made the spitfire cool his jets at least a smidge. He could tell the new member was getting his bearings. "Don't mind us," the brash youth said, "sometimes we get a little spicy. Speaking of, whoa, Santiago, good food." "It's real good," agreed Clint, "and I'll kinda admit when you said it was fish I wasn't sure 'cause we're more meat and potato eaters, but even though I never had this it's pretty tasty, and it's also real nice of you to make it for us-" "Try some more," smirked Brandon as he scooped up a cracker full and fed it to his little bro. "You know Clint's real comfortable 'round you if he's talkin' a mile a minute." "Um, it is very good," ventured Russell, "thank you for making it." "It is the least I could do," said the Latino boy with growing confidence. "And because I consider you my friends, please, call me Santi." Russell Young allowed himself to be a bit jealous of the new member of the Brotherhood. Santi seemed so self-assured even at school and now in Kent's place. The Mormon boy had been so reserved at first and it had taken a little time to get comfortable. But Santi was making himself right at home. This didn't mean that Russell would be inhospitable; he was intent on making Santi feel as welcome as he himself had felt during his surprise birthday party on Halloweenie. "We're so happy you're able to join our special group. These boys are like family to me." Santi gave Russell a warm smile. "That sounds... I really like that..." Brandon piped up, "Well, that's what it's all about. We're our own family. We look out for each other. So, you know, if anyone messes with ya-" "I can look out for myself," Santi said fiercely. Seeing Brandon's startled expression, the Hispanic boy relaxed. "Sorry... I just... I don't want you to think I need to be protected. I can look out for myself." "But that's the best part," Clint told him. "Being part of the Brotherhood means you don't hafta." Russell said, "You're obviously really brave." "And a master chef!" added Ryder, still scarfing food. "That too, yes," Russell added. "But relying on people doesn't mean you're weak." Santi gasped. "Those were Antonio Cruz's very words on the latest episode of his television series." He cast his eyes downward. "But I'm sure you don't watch it." Brandon asked excitedly, "You into his show BEACH BALL?!" "Oh, amigo, Antonio Cruz is my religion!" stated Santi. "For us too!" exclaimed Ryder. "Uh-oh, here we go again," griped Clint. "Don't worry about the dweeb here," chuckled Brandon while ruffling his little brother's hair, "he actually enjoys Antonio's pop songs." "I'm a new convert to Antonio's show," Russell chimed in, "but I like what I've seen." Ryder giggled, "We ALL like what we've seen." Brandon elbowed his partner - for once it felt good not to be on the receiving end of a "mind your manners" gesture but to be the one to remind the lover to watch his language around a Brotherhood noob. "What's your favorite episode, Santi?" The Latino boy clutched his heart. "Oh, when Antonio broke up with his girlfriend to spend more time with the newest lifeguard." "Ours too!" shouted Ryder. "Agreed," smiled Russell. "It was pretty great," chuckled Brandon. Santi asked, "Do you know about Antonio Cruz's film coming out next month?" "Yes!" exclaimed Ryder. "He plays a musician!" Brandon nodded. "I heard he's so different that you almost don't recognize him!" "We should all go see it together," suggested Russell. "My friends, I would love that," grinned Santi. Clint rolled his eyes hard. "The movie's rated R so you can't." Brandon eyed him askance. "Someone better tone down their attitude." "He can be a Cruz hater," Ryder whispered, like it was the worst sin imaginable. Santi gasped and looked at Clint like he might be suffering from a mental illness. "Oh, chico, what has gone wrong in your life to make you not appreciate art?" Clint glared but then giggled. "You guys are so weird. The show is, like, really dumb. And every week it's the same story!" Brandon got up. "That's it!" Clint stuck his tongue out. "I'm gonna go check on Kent!" The middle Welsh brother bolted, dodging his older sibling's reach. "Don't listen to him," insisted Brandon. "Now where were we?" Santi began, "Did you know Antonio is from my home country?" "Mexico?" asked Ryder. "That is what most people think. But he was born in El Salvador." "No way, you being a fooler?" asked Ryder. "I am serious, my friends," assured Santi. "Actually, I think I read that in an article," said Russell. "San Miguel, wasn't it?" "Very good, Russell!" cheered Santi. "That is where I am from originally." Russell added, "And he recorded songs in Spanish that aren't played in America." "That is true!" beamed Santi. "You are a devoted fan of my idol!" "Whoa, I'm learnin' so much about this dude," said Brandon while shaking his head. Santi asked, "Would you like to hear one of his songs in his native Spanish?" "You got a recording?" probed Ryder. "Better," smiled Santi. "My friends. Listen..." And the Latino crooner began to sing "Chico Solo." The boys listened in rapt attention. It was like being at a concert, but one meant only for them. For Russell, it reminded him of the singers at church, with their sweet, beautiful voices. Only this wasn't about God, this was about a poor boy on the streets of Mexico. "Whoa..." Ryder just stared for a moment after the song finished. Brandon grinned from ear to ear. "You gotta sing that at the talent show!" "Oh, it's too sad for that," Santi said with a gleam in his eye. "I'm going to sing 'Amor Loco.'" Russell's jaw dropped. "The one with the video where he's, um, dancing like... um...?" Santi snickered. "Oh yes. The director didn't want to let me, but Kent spoke to them and made it all right." Brandon exclaimed, "Teach can do anything!" Earlier Clint had opened the bedroom door timidly and peered in to see his boyfriend with a phone to his ear and a frown on his lips. It had been a bit awkward, since the youngster didn't know if he should come in, so he'd stared like his face was a question mark. The jock had responded with a "not sure" expression. So Clint had decided to enter and close the door. Almost like a little brother he'd crept over to where Kent was sitting on the side of the bed. Kent had run his hand through the boy's hair. So the Welsh boy had taken that as a sign that maybe he could do something nice to make his partner less sad. Meekly, Clint had put his fingers on the man's fly. But Kent had said a couple words into the phone and shook his head. Clint had nodded and laid his head in the man's lap. That seemed to make his boyfriend relax even though the conversation sounded tense. At last Clint heard words that sounded like the call was coming to an end. He leaned back and caught his lover's eye. And instead of a frown there was a small smile on the man's lips. Ryder asked Santi, "You know all the moves? For serious?" "I study Antonio's videos like a curator of fine art studies paintings," the Hispanic youth said. "Of course I know the moves." "You gotta show us!" Brandon enthused. "That dance is so hot!" Russell bit his lip. "Um, he doesn't have to if he doesn't, um, want to..." "No, you have challenged me. I must answer." Santi stood up. "Play the video. I will dance along. You will see." "Oh man, this is gonna be solid state!" Brandon said and brought the video up on the big screen. Santi moved to the beat with elegant precision, his expression one of utter bliss as he lost himself in the rhythm of his idol's music. He wasn't completely perfect, but he had the moves down pretty good. Ryder leapt up and joined him, doing his best imitation. He gave his boyfriend a sultry look as he wriggled and strutted around, following Santi's lead. Russell blushed something fierce at the live performance of a dance he'd thought was risqu‚ performed on the television. This was no mere imitation from Santi - every snapped hip-check, rounded swivel, and drop thrust was in almost perfect synchronicity. It were as if Santi had stepped out from the background dancers, crawled through the screen and plopped into the den for a live show. "Come, I'll teach you," smiled Santi while trying to drag Russell up onto his feet. However, this challenge was even greater than Kent taking him behind the bleachers and the Mormon boy vehemently declined. What a relief it was to see the exact same scenario being played out with Ryder pulling on Brandon's wrist and meeting with the same refusal. "C'mon, boyfriend," insisted Ryder. "Naw, naw, I'm good," Brandon begged off. "Mi amigo, por favor," teased Santi, still swaying his hips. "I-I love just w-watching you," Russell said as politely as he could. The two dancers gave up adding more members to the chorus and continued their performance. Brandon said, "Didn't know you could move like that!" Ryder giggled, "There's tons you still don't know about me!" "A little more like this, Ryder," offered Santi and he showed his new friend how to move his arms. Russell marveled, "Wow, Santi, you must've practiced for weeks and weeks." "It was more like months and months," bragged Santi - cutely not boastfully. The Hispanic boy gave the sexy Mormon boy a wink. He loved that he could fluster his new friend - Brother - with just a dance. It made him feel powerful, confident. Yes, he was a Latin lover and no boy could resist him. "It's not that difficult, Hermanos," Santi purred. "You just pop your hips like this..." Russell gulped as Santi snapped his hips left and then right. All the while, his dark eyes were locked on the reserved youth's blushing face. It was impossible to miss the bulge forming in Russell's slacks. That just made Santi even more seductive in his motions. After the call had ended in the bedroom, there'd been a lot of awkward silence between Clint and Kent. The tyke hadn't known what to say or do, because this was grownup stuff and he understood it wasn't something he could fix. Then Kent had answered the question by taking the boy into his arms and kissing him. As the noise in the den grew louder, Clint pulled away. "Wait, that sounds like music." Cocking his ear, Kent made an exaggerated confused face that nearly had the gradeschooler in stitches. "Shall we go investigate?" "One more quick kiss, then we can." "Whatever my little boyfriend wants." They made out some more until Kent said, "We should probably quit now, I only want to get worked up when we have time." Clint was picked up like he weighed nothing and carried into the den. Both boyfriends went wide eyed at the sight of Santi and Ryder dancing away to an Antonio Cruz video. The last of Kent's dour mood evaporated at the sight of the Brothers having so much fun. Not unfamiliar with Santi's dance moves, it didn't affect him like it did the tweens. Well, no, that was a lie, he'd been hard since making out with Clint and now it actually felt painful, but he could ignore it. Mostly. "Dance with us," Santi said, grinning. Kent laughed. "Oh no... None of you would ever respect me again if you saw me dance." The boys giggled. The song came to an end and Brandon dragged his boyfriend down to the couch for some serious kissing. Kent saw the envy on Santi's face and it struck a chord with him. He knew what it was like to be that age and want someone for your own. "Santi... Will you join me in the bedroom?" "Uh, yes, but... may I speak to Clint?" asked Santi. After the boy was set down on the floor by Kent, the proud El Salvadoran placed his hands square on the young one's shoulders. "I understand you are fine with this. Still, I wanted your blessing." "Wh-What do you mean?" asked Clint, now slightly confused. "I want you to know my intentions are noble, my friend, and I would never do anything to come between you and your lover." "Thank you, Santi, but I already said I wasn't bugged by it or anything." "You are one of the good ones, Clint, and I want to thank you." "And you're good too," smiled Clint. With a firm nod, Santi grabbed his book bag and followed Kent to the bedroom. The jock asked, "What do you need from me, Santi?" "I would like to experience what it's like to sit together, clasping hands, and whispering beautiful words to one another. Come, mi amor." Santi held out his hand and escorted Kent to the side of the bed. Sitting side by side, Santi clasped hands and peered up at his teacher. "Your eyes, they sparkle with the light of a thousand sunrises. Gazing into that light, I feel... a deep love... the love of a poet, a romantic, a singer. Desire I at last understand from the beauty of your eyes alone." Kent recognized this request from a scene in BEACH BALL. It was so cute how much Santi idolized the Latin Teen Dream. As an adult, he might have a hard time taking the latest flavor-of- the-week pop star seriously, but he loved that the Hispanic boy had someone to look up to. "Your smile is so beautiful, full of joy and secrets, like there are mysteries to unlock for anyone fortunate enough to be worthy of them." Not being romantic by nature, Kent was at a loss as to how to fulfill this fantasy of Santi's. But he was going to try as best as he could. That was what he had promised to himself, to be someone that a young Kent would have felt safe with. Santi blushed. "Oh, Kent. I... I've played words like those in my head for so long. But hearing them aloud... it makes my heart beat faster... there's a ringing in my ears..." Kent said with a smile, "Those feelings are natural, Santi." The boy calmed, summoning the spirit of Antonio Cruz, and the confidence returned. "Your lips, how intoxicating are your lips. I would very much like for us to kiss." Santi leaned up and met those lips. Lost in those lips. "Kissing you, mi amor, is beyond divine. I should like to kiss again." The 11-year-old Romeo sighed as their lips pressed together. Slowly, his fingers crept upward until they rested on the back of the man's neck. At last the kiss ended. "Lie down with me, Kent, I should very much like to caress your strong jaw." In the den, the horny boys were entertaining themselves in the best way they knew how. "I'm just saying it's weird," Clint mumbled as he popped Ryder's dick out of his mouth. "I already said it was ok for him to be with Kent, so why'd he hafta tell me he wasn't trying to take Kent away from me? I mean, 'less he was thinking he was actually gonna try and steal Kent." The middle Welsh brother accepted Russell's dick between his lips and lovingly sucked on it for a couple of minutes, making the Mormon boy pant heavily. Then Clint went on. "I mean, like he'd even have a chance of taking my boyfriend. He's cute, I guess, and he's all romantic, which is cool, I suppose, if you're into that, but there's no way he mmmmmmph..." Brandon, behind him, had pushed his face forward so as to stuff his mouth full of Ryder's dick again. "Stop being dumb, you're killing the mood," the elder Welsh brother said, thrusting deep into Clint's tight little hole. Ryder stroked the gradeschooler's hair. "Don't worry, Kent wouldn't do that to you." Calmed, Clint focused on sucking off the two boys in turns while his big brother pounded him from behind. They didn't know how long they had, after all, and none of them thought Santi was quite ready to find them mid-orgy. Also, that dance Santi did had the older boys all riled up, so Clint had to focus on getting them the relief they all needed. Which he didn't mind at all, since he had two dicks to suck on. And he wasn't actually worried about Kent leaving him. Santi could try any trick he wanted. Clint trusted his boyfriend. A few hours later, everyone but Ryder was dropped off home so that he could go out to the theater with Kent for their Big-Little time. A new movie had come out called GRAPPLING and it'd only took a little bit of begging to convince Kent to go see it. Ryder had explained, "It's about these two friends in college and they're wrestlers!" Kent had asked, "Don't you want to see the new Disney cartoon?" "No, but listen, listen. I know it's a serious movie, but I saw the preview and I think me and you'll both like it!" Ryder was even more happier that Kent let him load up on soda, popcorn, and Junior Mints. Today was their cheat day so there was no counting carbs. On the ride back to the apartment, the gradeschooler was super excited. "Thanks for taking me to it!" "So you really enjoyed GRAPPLING, doofus?" "Yeah, like, even for an adult show I totally got into it. I was pretty choked up at the end when the two friends had to wrestle one another for the trophy. And I got a chance to kinda know what it musta been like for you. Some of those moves they did I knew, that was so cool!" "You're going to win your own trophies, doofus," Kent told him. "I'm going to build you a whole cabinet for them, because you'll have so many." His Little grinned. "Aww, you think?" "I know. You've got the talent and what's more, you have that drive to win that makes the difference between a great athlete and an average one." The boy maintained his smile. "No one's ever believed in me like you do." Ryder occasionally said things like that, hinting at a void inside him that no child should have. Of course, that's why Kent had joined BBoA, so a boy could find someone who'd give him the love and support he needed. Kent considered himself very lucky to be that man. Giggling, Ryder jumped up onto his Big's shoulders as soon as they parked the car and grabbed his overnight bag from the trunk. And he rode the man all the way into the apartment. The 11- year-old tried to be mature ever since he realized Kent also needed to be looked after. But sometimes it was good just being a kid. Plus, this was no regular get-together. The begging had to be cranked up to full blast, but Ryder had got permission from his mom for a sleepover. "So, it's still early, doofus, what does my Little want to do?" "Wellllllllllllllllll..." The boy tried to hide his grin. Kent looked at him with a suspicious smile. "I think I know what that means." "Kindaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... but..." "Oh. So maybe I don't know what it is. Am I... going to like it?" Ryder grabbed onto Kent's hand and leaned back, turning the jock into his own personal leaning- off-of pole. "I was gonna suggest something. But I don't want you to think it's, like, just all about you, 'cause I know you're worried 'bout that." "Okaayyyyyyy," replied Kent, still with his suspicious smile. "It's something I been real, real curious about ever since that first night when I stayed over and we started... you knooooooowww..." "Since we started watching BOJACK HORSEMAN together?" Kent asked, needling the boy. Ryder let out an exasperated sigh. "Nooooo..." "Hmmm..." Kent replied with a gleam in his eye. "You mean the night you snuck into my room and sucked my dick without permission?" "Uh, was that it?" asked Ryder with fake confusion. Then he nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah, yeah, you're right!" "Now you've got me curious." Ryder leaned back even further, still clinging to his Big's hand. "Well, do you remember telling me what we did was something you wanted to do for a long time?" "I... vaguely remember that." "Aw, come ON!" Kent laughed. "Ok, ok, yes, I do." "Well, you know what I was thinking might be fun? 'Cause it gets me excited when I think about it. I'd really, really, really, really like to act out the stuff you were imagining. You know, like what we did when I asked you to do everything your old friend Sam did with you. But you tell me what you were imagining and I'll do it." Kent squinted at him. "Huh? Doofus, we've done everything I ever imagined doing, and more." Ryder rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how dumb his Big was being. "Nah, not like that! I mean, like, how you were imagining doing stuff with me before you knew you could do stuff with me. Like, back when we first met and stuff." The man smiled at his sexy, fun boy. "You mean you want to roleplay being 10 again and me being your Big Brother who wants you in my bed?" "Phew, I thought you were never gonna get it," giggled Ryder. "Yeah! Just like that." "Hmmmmmm," said Kent with a devious grin. "Aw, c'mon, I promise I won't say anything to anyone. This'll just be our Big 'n' Little thing. I'm super dying of curiosity. Pleeeeeeeezzzzz, won't you? Pleeeeeeeeez?" The puppy-dog eyes were turned way up. Kent smiled. It was a dizzying idea, really, to imagine what he would've done if he'd had the courage to make the first move. Because, for one, it seemed like a return to his selfish habits, but Ryder had said that it wasn't. And of course it couldn't be, if this was something his Little really wanted. It was also intoxicating for Kent to think how it might have played out. A bit like that night with Clint, where he had sensed the boy was interested and dared to cross the line. "I guess it's a lucky thing your Speedo's still here," Kent said with a grin. "Why don't you go put that on? Because you look so sexy in it." "Is that what you were imagining me in when you were thinking dirty stuff?!" called out Ryder, but he didn't even wait for an answer. The youngster was too busy racing to the bedroom and digging out his Speedo from the closet. While he changed, the same thrill ran through his whole body like when he knew he was about to do everything that Kent had done with Sam when the two boyhood friends had touched one another. In seconds, Ryder was dressed in the swimwear. The bulge in the crotch was a little more noticeable, since he was already chubbing. Something else was also happening. The boy was shaking with excitement, just like that first night with his Big. Kent took his turn in the bedroom to change after Ryder ran back into the den. Every time the gradeschooler had pranced around in that Speedo, it had made it difficult for Kent to breathe. He remembered it with absolute clarity. The vague, half-formed fantasies of being with a sexy young boy had coalesced into a palpable lust for his Little. Kent got into his swim gear too, though he wore trunks. He'd never wanted to risk a wardrobe malfunction by wearing something as skimpy as what Ryder wore. Then he returned to the den. "Did you have fun at the pool today, doofus?" Back then, of course, Kent had urged Ryder to run off and change after their swimming time. Because he'd been scared the boy would sense his attraction. But now they were going to have fun playing. For a moment Ryder was stopped in his tracks. This playacting made him so excited he almost couldn't think. They were actually about to do what'd been in Kent's head. He noticed his Big hesitate and realized it must've looked like Ryder had changed his mind. But now that it was more clearer this was taking place after their trip to the pool, Ryder jumped right in. "Yeah, I had so much fun!" Some of what Ryder had said was coming back to him. "Thanks for teaching me the backstroke!" The boy beamed up at the man. Those feelings of when he was 10 were flooding back into him. The thrill of having a Big Brother - one who was as cool and as nice and as good-looking as Kent MacTiernan. "You learned it so quickly, I think you had lessons before that you never told me about." Ryder snickered. "No! I swear!" "I bet you did!" Kent pounced the youngster and started to tickle those tiny ribs, another thing he never would've dared to do back in those days, not when Ryder was barely dressed. The man's fingers flew all over the beautiful smooth skin, making the boy shriek and thrash, but there was no escape. When they had laughed themselves silly, Kent sat on the couch and dragged the kid down into his lap. "I am so glad you're my Little. You're the coolest kid anywhere." This was all so different for Ryder than those first times he'd actually been allowed in Kent's apartment. Often they went out, since, as Kent had admitted, he didn't want to be alone in his place with Ryder. But a few times they did go swimming in the outdoor pool. Never had Ryder been tickled by Kent, though, and never had he sat in the man's lap. Even just this had the kid shivering in anticipation. It was strange, because they'd actually been boyfriends and did all kinds of sex together. But this... it felt like those early fumbling times and it made the tween excited. "Aw, thanks," said Ryder, surprised at the blush on his cheeks. "You're the most awesomest man." Ryder wasn't sure if this is what Kent had imagined, but if the boy did anything wrong, his Big would probably steer them back toward the actual fantasy. Kent hugged the boy to him, his bare, muscled chest pressed against the narrow back. Yes, this was definitely the sort of thing he never would've dared to do, and not just for the risk of getting into trouble. Having Ryder this close did his head in, even now. He'd always worried about losing control. "You've got a boner," Ryder said with a grin. "Yeah... So do you, doofus," Kent responded, nodding to the tent in the kid's Speedo. His Little giggled some more. "Yeah..." "I hope it's ok. It doesn't scare you or anything, right?" "Nah..." "Good... I don't want you to freak out. It's just... Well, I get a boner around you a lot, actually." Ryder's heart was beating as fast as when the boy had been double-penetrated. It was unreal how this simple little talk was getting him so worked up! But knowing what was going on in Kent's mind when they were first becoming Big and Little was totally solid state. On top of the fact the jock had beat his meat in private thinking about the very thing they were doing in the den. It was difficult to concentrate on the playacting, but Ryder tried his best. "Really? I get 'em when my wiener feels good. Is yours feeling good?" The youngster still wasn't sure if this had been in the man's imagination, but he tried to pick up on signals to ensure he was behaving as unfake as possible to the original. It was, for Kent, a perfect melding of fantasy and reality. Because only in his fantasy would he have dared to be so bold, and only because he knew somehow that Ryder would be receptive. The tantalizing "what ifs" had been his guilty pleasure before that fateful night after his Little had turned 11. Now there was no more guilt. "Mine's feeling a little trapped. You know how it is when you get a hard-on and your pants get too tight." Ryder blushed. "Heh... Um, yeah... Um... Do you need to, um, do something to fix it?" "Nah, it's ok right now..." Kent ran his hands over Ryder's smooth skin. "Like I said, when I'm around you, it happens a lot. You're such a handsome boy." "Really? 'Cause, um... I... I think you're a hunk, Kent." Ryder - remembering how much more shier he was at 10 when first getting to know his Big - felt himself blush even more. He couldn't imagine hisself saying those words when he was still in grade five. "You do, Ryder?" "Uh-huh." The boy cleared his throat. His bottom felt a sudden twitch from the raging boner in the man's trunks. "Is it ok to tell you I like sneaking peeks of your... you know?" "You've been sneaking peeks, have you?" Kent replied with a smile. "Of course it's all right." The boy squirmed. "Oh... G-Good..." "Hey, doofus?" "What, Big Brother?" Kent licked his lips. "I'd really like to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you for a very long time. Can I?" Ryder gave him a look of wide-eyed astonishment and then, slowly, nodded his head. The man leaned in and brushed their lips together, tender and sweet, before kissing longer and deeper and with more hunger. The beauty of this being fantasy was that he didn't have to worry about any resistance from the sweet boy. He could enjoy the memories of their first kiss. Tingles prickled Ryder's skin as soon as their mouths joined. The kiss was much more innocenter than usual. Already the tween knew how to french. But this was just a lips-touching smooch. "Did you like that, my Little?" "U-Um. V-Very much." "I'd love to french you, doofus. Do you know what that is?" Ryder's tent was straining in his Speedo. "Is that... like... with t-tongues?" The gradeschooler enjoyed the comforting caresses of the gym teacher. This was so different than how it had all actually happened when they were on their way to becoming boyfriends. With him having pushed for kissing lessons to the point of begging. So it was a wild experience pretending to be all innocent. "Yes, Ryder, with tongues. I think... you might like it." "'Kay... I-I'll try." It was so strange for Kent to realize this might well have been how they'd begun. All those signals Ryder had sent him, both consciously and subconsciously, that he had adamantly ignored. If Kent had given in, then one of their Big and Little sessions might have gone very much like this. The two of them made out slowly, with Ryder tamping down his own experience and enthusiasm to play the role of the boy who was new to everything and yet so ready to be seduced. "You can always tell me to stop," Kent said. "Any time you want me to, I'll stop. I promise... But I've been wanting to touch you for so long..." The man's hand reached down to cup the boy's cloth-covered package, feeling the hard spike within. "Ooooohhhh, Big Brother, d-don't stop." Ryder remembered back then covering his mouth whenever he was shy. So he did it just then while wrapping his small fingers around the exposed plump pole in the jock's trunks. "Ryder, that... feels good." "I always wanted to touch it." Slowly the youngster squeezed the shaft through the cotton like he'd never held Kent's cock before. But he was genuinely surprised to see a wide splotch of precome soaking the front of the man's swimwear. Kent pulled the drawstring on the boy's Speedo and slid his hand underneath the fabric. Ryder's gasping moan was so hot; managing to keep the tone of surprise and nervousness somehow, even as the arousal was ramping up. "K-Kent..." "You want me to stop, lover boy?" the man breathed, kissing the tween's neck. "N-No... It... It feels so g-good..." The Big smiled sweetly and went back to making out with his Little as he gently stroked the stiff little pole. Even with his mind in a haze, Ryder decided Kent had probably imagined the 10-year-old boy grabbing onto the ginormous stiff dick - the exact same one Kent was masturbating as the man stretched out naked on his couch with lotion and tissues while Ryder's mom was driving her son home from their Big-Little time together. Ryder snaked his hand past the waistband of Kent's trunks. There his fingers found the rebar-stiff prick completely coated in precome. The boy squeezed the boner and jacked what he could. "Mmmmmm, doofus, y-you don't have to." "But I wanna, Kent. Am I... m-making yours feel good?" "Ryder, it's amazing. I can't believe I'm doing this with my Little." "I w-wanna keep doing it, Big Brother." "Me too," Kent said. "Let's take off our clothes and go to the bedroom, ok?" "O! Kay!" Kent slid the skimpy Speedo off the kid and tossed it aside. The horny jock paused a moment to stroke the naked cocklet and then he also removed his trunks. With utmost care, he carried his sexy young lover to the bedroom. After lying down together, the man pulled the tween close and kissed him with growing passion. His hands roamed all over the silky smooth body, eliciting as many tingles of pleasure as he could. "Ohhhhh," his Little whimpered. "I... I was so hoping someday... mmmm... to d-do this with you..." "I've been aching to have you like this since I met you," Kent murmured. "Now I want to do something even better..." "Wh-What?" "Just relax and enjoy..." Kent slid down and took Ryder's erection between his lips and started to lovingly suck. "Oooooohhhhhhh, Kent... Ffffffffffff... I-I can't believe you're sucking on my wiener. I-I mean cock, I heard you call it a c-cock. Mmmmmmm..." With one hand Ryder covered his mouth and with the other he stroked Kent's hair. "You're enjoying this, Ryder?" asked the hunky man, lightly licking the tiny rod. "Feels good. So good," moaned Ryder. "Can... Can I do stuff to you?" "Sure... But later. First I want you to learn how good this can really feel." "But- Ooooohhhhhh..." Kent had no trouble pretending this was the first time because the man was always filled with wonder that he could be with his boys and give them this pleasure. He tended to the slender erection hungrily, dragging all the moans and whimpers he could from the boy's throat. "Kennnnnnt, yeaaahhhhh, I'm g-glad you're my Big Brother." Ryder didn't have to playact anything now, because even though he'd been blown by Kent tons of times, for some reason this all felt new and even more exciting. "I'm happy I can have my Little like this." It didn't take long for Ryder to dry cum and he felt it not just in his dick but his whole body. "MmmmmMMMMMM, KENT! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" Ryder thrust his hips jerkily into his Big's mouth, panting and writhing. Exhausted, the gradeschooler collapsed on the bed. "Oooooohhhhhh, Kent, ooooohhhhhhhh..." Kent cuddled up as his lover boy came down from his high. Ryder had always been particularly gorgeous after an intense climax. "Mmmmmm... What happened to me...?" his Little asked with a slack-jawed smile. "That was an orgasm. Felt really good, huh?" "Oh ya..." Ryder looked up with his pretty blue eyes. "Can I... I mean... Should I do that for you...?" "I was hoping you would, my sweet boy. But you don't have to." Kent brought the roleplaying 10-year-old in for another kiss. Ryder melted against him, kissing back with a rush of affection. Then the Little slid down between his Big's legs and took hold of the throbbing erection he found there. Covering his mouth again from his pretend-shyness, Ryder lifted the dick up into the air. Precome flowed all over his fingers. "Oooohhhh, Ryder, your hand feels amazing on my cock." "Wh-What's this stuff, Big Brother?" Kent smiled. "It's what a man makes when he's with a cute boy like you." "Really?" asked Ryder with extra wonder in his voice. "You can taste it, it actually tastes good." Ryder dropped his one hand from his face, carefully scooped prejizz from the leaking knob, and stuck the wet fingers in his mouth. "Mmmmmm, it's delicious." "I'm glad you think so," Kent whispered. "I'd really like it if you started licking my dick. Would you do that for me, sweet boy?" "Uh-huh!" Ryder said with enthusiasm. The preteen began to lick away the droplets of precome, his tongue swishing and swirling to gather up as much as he could. The sensation made the man groan low in his throat. Having his Little serving his dick was always erotic, and this game made it even more so. "Am I doing it right, Big Brother?" "Oh yeah.... Mmm... Doing it so good..." "Should I suck it like you did to me?" asked Ryder between sloppy slurps. "It... might be too big for you, kiddo." "I'm a big boy! I can do it!" announced Ryder like his pride was wounded. "Well... You can try... if you think you're a big boy." "I am!" Ryder's instincts were to give Kent a professional BJ. But the tween remembered his struggles with the man's cock the first time he'd tried to service it, so he pretended shoving half the shaft into his mouth wasn't easy. "God, Ryder, so good... so good..." "Mmmphhh..." Ryder kept up the struggle, but he deployed his tongue and sucked exactly the way Kent liked it. Remembering their summer of love, when this had all been so new and having considered himself the luckiest man alive, Kent felt a rush of affection for Ryder. He never would've been as brave as his wonderful Little was. "It feels so good, having you do that for me, you sweet boy." Kent held himself still, as careful now as he had been back then, letting Ryder call the shots. He moaned and sighed in pleasure and simply enjoyed the sensation of the preteen sucking on his shaft. "You keep going and I'm going to shoot my jizz," the man warned his Little. Ryder paused and gave him a look of na‹ve wonder. "What's that?" "It's like the stuff you were licking before... Just more of it..." "Cool!" the boy exclaimed and went back to sucking. Kent squirmed and panted. Ryder was teasing him with this inexpert BJ, but it was all the hotter because of the little game they were playing. Imagining 10-year-old Ryder sucking him like this just made him shudder all over. "Oh god, here it comes, sweet boy... Nnnnn...." Gosh Almighty! So much jizz torpedoed out of Kent's dick that Ryder thought ocean waves had splashed in to hit his face! Right away his mouth released the rod so he wouldn't drown! This wasn't the gusher but it sure seemed like it! The preteen swallowed as much as he could, but the lower half of his face as well as his neck and chest got totally drenched. Making a dripping mess was perfect, though, 'cause Ryder could imagine this was how it probably happened in Kent's fantasy as the Big Brother jacked off in the den and spewed a huge load picturing sex with his Little Brother. "Whoooaaaaa, Kent," exclaimed Ryder, partly like the 10-year-old Little but also like his 11- year-old experienced self. The youngster was curious if there might be more to the fantasy, so he kept it up. "Is... Is that your j-jizz?" Panting heavily, almost unable to speak, Kent replied, "Uh-huh, also called sperm." Ryder examined the hot sticky whiteness that had oozed onto his fingers. "You made so much! Look at it all!" "Thank you for this, doofus," whispered Kent while pulling up Ryder into an embrace. The boy could tell the fantasy part was over, probably because once the Big Brother had masturbated he probably just cleaned himself up. "That was funner than fun," replied Ryder. "The funnest!" A surprising kiss followed with both of their faces getting super messy with Kent's release. "It was amazing, Ryder," said the jock softly. Ryder dropped his voice to a whisper. "Thank you for, like, trusting to show me... like... you know..." "I wasn't sure about this at first, but I'm glad you talked me into it." "Was the stuff I said what you were thinking when you were jacking off?" "Shockingly similar." "It makes me feel, like, more closer to you. Just knowing what you were thinking. Can we... do more stuff some other nights? So I can know the other kinds of things you were imagining? Please please please?" "You don't have to beg, doofus, I'd love to." "I'd love to too." Ryder made out with Kent gently and though the man had said he didn't want his come to be the lifeblood of the Brotherhood it still felt like the fluid bonded them as the two shared in the warm milkiness of the Big Brother. ***** At halftime, Kent gathered his players all in the locker room for a pep talk. He'd learned how to give the right speeches by simply doing the opposite of everything his own coaches had always done. "We're in one heck of a fight, team. No doubt about it. But when I look around, you know what I see? Winners. Champions. Every one of you has given your all and you are ready to see this through. You guys should be proud of yourselves. When you get back out on the field, I want you to tell yourselves you're the best team out there. Because you are. And then bring it home." Kent was a little distracted by the fact that, for some reason, the team captain was absent. So after doing the team cheer, the coach let his boys get some Gatorade while he went looking for Scott St. James. First up, he tracked down the quarterback's best friend, Jacob, figuring maybe they were hanging out. But there was no sign of the duo anywhere near the stands. With growing concern, because it was completely unlike Scott to bail out in the middle of a game, Kent started looking around with more determination. After checking the concessions stand, the coach finally spotted something so out of place it drew his attention. Santi was skulking out from behind the bleachers. The Hispanic boy looked nervous and frazzled. Since he never, ever came to games, his presence was enough of an oddity that Kent decided to go over and make sure the newest Brother was ok. Santi appeared not to have noticed him and was quickly heading off the school grounds. Kent could easily catch up, of course, and would have, but then he noticed another figure emerge from behind the bleachers. The sight had taken Kent completely aback. What had been going on? Because that other person coming out of the shadows, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, looking both startled and confused was... Scott St. James!