Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2022 23:51:49 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 16 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 16 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. ********** The Sharks had gone down in defeat the night before, which had been a serious blow to the team's morale. Kent MacTiernan was also feeling it, wondering if there was something he should've done. The football coach was worried about letting his guys down. Of course, he didn't let on how he felt and instead gave the boys the best pep talk he could after the game. But the Brotherhood could tell. So the next day both Brandon and Russell showed up for the nooner with teach. Though Kent had said he wasn't sure he was up for it, once the boys were naked, well, it was HARD to say no. Being balls deep in Brandon's tight ass and frenching and jacking off Russell made him forget all about his problems. "Unnnn..." Brandon panted. "Ya, give it to me hard!" "Don't tell me what to do, slut," Kent retorted and smacked the pitcher's ass before returning to making out with the sweet Mormon boy. Things were ramping up to a beautiful crescendo when there was a knock on the door. Scott St. James fidgeted outside coach's office. The shaggy blond quarterback kinda sorta maybe regretted knocking. 'Cause his teacher had called out to wait a moment and didn't sound happy. But Scott knew he had to make his lumps - or was it take his lumps? (shyeah, that was it) - or was it take his bumps? - anyways, he knew he had to explain hisself. The door opened and out walked two dudes. One Scott was pretty sure used the school's weight room and the other was... well, he had blond hair. "Hey," said the dark-haired pitcher to Scott before calling out over his shoulder, "Later, teach!" "Hi," said the blond-haired guy, sounding like he did something wrong, then he called out, "Bye, Mr. MacTiernan!" "Scott!" The quarterback jumped. "Oh, uh, sorry, coach." "No problem, come in. Brandon, Russell - I'll see you boys later, and remember what I said about, uh, stretching before working out!" With a shaky breath, Scott entered the office with his head hung exactly like that blond-hair guy who'd just left. Kent sat behind his desk because while he could stuff his hard-on back in his shorts, there was no way to hide it if he stood. The P.E. teacher did, indeed, look grim because he was worried about what his student may have overheard. The office was reliably soundproof, so while Kent didn't have a lot of concerns, he had to always be on his guard. "C-Coach..." The distress in Scott's voice brought the man around and his expression melted into one of genuine worry. "Please... Before you cut me, let me say I'm sorry and, um, I'll t-try and explain..." "Cut you?" The coach slowly cottoned onto what his QB was so upset about. "Not a chance. We lost. It happens." Scott ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed bedhead-style hair. "But it's my fault!" Kent knew how easy it was to put the entire team's success on your shoulders, and how dangerous that was. "No, it's not. I mean that. We got beat by one of the best teams in the league." It was true his team captain had gotten sloppy in the second half, and that sure didn't help. But the coach was pretty sure they would've lost anyway. Scott felt like a big loser. He said, all sad like, "I know we coulda washed the floor with 'em if it hadn't been for me." "Please, Scott, have a seat." "Sure thing, coach." Like the team player he was, Scott plunked himself into the chair 'cause that's what coach told him to do. But at that very second he didn't feel deserving to be on the team. Kent said, "We all have off-nights, Scott. But you did seem distracted. Anything you want to talk about? You know whatever you say will remain private. I'm here as your advisor, on the field and off." "Um, what? Ya-no, thanks, coach." Scott secretly pulled out his gadget and played with it under the chair to calm hisself. "That your fidget spinner?" "Huh? Oh. You knew 'bout that?" Suddenly, the 12-year-old got all embarrassed, but tried not to show it. "I know you've got lots of pressures on you. Again, you can talk about anything. I won't judge." "Um... Ya-no, thanks. Um... So... There's this guy... and, like... well, I know him. And somethin' happened to him that kinda is... confusing him and stuff." Kent nodded and watched Scott play with the fidget spinner. He really felt for the boy. The middleschool years were so full of confusion and emotional turmoil and it seemed maybe Scott was facing one of the hardest challenges someone his age (who lived in this wretched backwards town) could have to deal with. This was going to require a light touch. "Ok, so, you have this friend who had something really confusing happen to him. Maybe I can help. If you want to talk to me about it. I mean, your friend could just talk to me himself if he wanted to." "Oh, ya-no, um, he's, uh... He has trouble talking about stuff. Especially super-secret stuff. The kind of stuff that can get you kicked off a team. Um, if he played for a team. But he doesn't. In fact, he doesn't even go to this school." The fidget spinner whirled faster. Kent replied, "That's sad he feels he has to worry about that sort of thing. I know if he WERE on a team, my team, I'd want him to know he could talk to me about anything." The man cleared his throat. "So, do you want to tell me what happened with your friend?" "Shyeah, so I was - I mean, my friend was getting attention from this person. And at first it was good. Well, it's still good. But bad. And he didn't mind it. But then he did. Not 'cause of the person. But, well - ya, 'cause of the person." "Sorry, Scott, can I just stop you here?" "Oh, but I didn't tell you about my problem... that my friend has." The quarterback looked up as his coach came around, sat on the edge of the desk, and put a strong hand on his shoulder. "You know how sometimes when a play isn't clearly communicated on the field...?" "Um, ya, we lose control of the ball." "That's right. Well, the play you're trying to communicate is getting muddled. I know you want to protect your friend's identity. But we're losing control of the ball." Scott nodded. "Oh, ok. That makes sense. Well, I had this guy - uh, my friend had this guy... You know what, I think the problem is I'm making you think it's about a friend and it's actually about me." Kent nodded, withholding any comment. Scott would never be one of the world's top thinkers. It took the young jock a while to process things sometimes, but he was a good boy, loyal and honest. So the teacher only wanted to make this as easy as he could. "Ok, Scott?" Bright blue eyes looked up at him. "Ya, coach?" "You trust me, right? You know I'd never, ever lie to you, right?" The blond head bobbed up and down. "Oh, sure, ya! You're like the most standing-up guy I know!" "Ok, good. So let me tell you this. Nothing you say will make me think any less of you. Your position on the team is not in danger. And nothing, absolutely nothing, that you tell me will go beyond this room." "Ya, I know. Your office is, like, super soundproofed or something." Kent winced slightly. "No, I mean that I won't tell anybody anything you tell me. All right?" Scott almost forgot himself, since coach was telling him what the play was. So he stopped pressing his fidget spinner and started talking about the night of the talent show. About this singer who had a voice so beautiful it was a surprise to find out he never recorded a song. Scott had gone up afterward to tell the dude how good he was. Quickly, though, 'cause Scott's teammates would've hassled him for talking to the dude. In the middle of the story, Scott had accidentally revealed the dude was Santiago. So he went with it and told Kent about getting all these gifts from the dude. Which Scott remembered he'd already said was Santiago. "Anyway," Scott continued, "he was real nice and everything. But it was also... well, I dunno if you know the rep Santiago has." "What rep is that?" "You know, like... not straight." "Oh, you mean gay." "Bingo, ya. Um. But he was nice and, I dunno, he's just, I dunno, you know?" "I don't, Scott, but you can tell me." "He treated me like he really liked me." Kent absorbed this information and put it together with the images of Santi appearing out from behind the bleachers looking frazzled. And Scott looking flushed and confused. A mixture of feelings suddenly swirled up in Kent's head, but one of the strongest was pride. Santi was so much braver than he himself had ever been. The Latin lover had set his sights on the cutest, most popular boy in school and didn't let himself worry for one second how it could go wrong. The consequences, though, had apparently left the quarterback in a state of confusion. "Well, Scott, it would be easy to see how he could feel that way. And there's nothing wrong with those feelings. At all." "There isn't? But, um, I heard that-" "Whatever you heard was a mistake, Scott. Being gay is absolutely normal." The boy played with his fidget spinner as he tried to process this revelation. "Now the question is, do you have feelings for Santi? As more than just a friend?" "Ya-no, it's all kinda ZZZZZZZ in my head. 'Cause at first I thought it was one dude bein' nice to another dude. But then it was, like, no, maybe Santiago's rep was true, and... well, you said being that way's ok, so... no, that's not a problem." "Scott, think fast!" Kent called out and whipped a football, which the quarterback caught with zero effort. "What happened?" "We kissed." Suddenly, Scott choked, dropped the football, mashed the fidget spinner and rocked back and forth. "Oh god, oh god, gaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwd, did I really say that? Did I say that out loud? Why'd I do that?" "Scott, it's ok." "Why'd I do that, why'd I do that?" "Scott, think fast!" Another football was tossed at Scott, which he instantly caught. And he was calm. "Ya-no... That's why I lost us the game." "You did not lose us the game," Kent said firmly. "Say that back to me." "I didn't lose us the game..." Scott frowned. "But I couldn't focus after that! I kept thinkin' 'bout how his lips felt and my passes were goin' like SSSSSWOOP and FFFFFSSSSHH!!! I was useless." "And Lewis fumbled and gave up the ball and I called a terrible play that cost us yardage. It's a team, Scott. No way you could lose the game all on your own any more than you could win the game on your own." Scott whirled his fidget spinner, mulling that over. "What's eating at you more, St. James? The kiss or the game?" "Well, the kiss was nice but the game was lousy." "Ok. So... You enjoyed kissing another boy." "I did?" "Did you?" Scott sat there. A teacher had asked a question, and as usual the eighth grader didn't know the answer. "I didn't - well, ya-no, I'm not supposed ta... It's... Well, he sent me all this stuff and was nice and everything and he smelled good and said all these things and he kinda led me under the bleachers and..." "And did you like kissing this boy?" "Ya-no, like... ya." "Scott..." Whoa, it was different for Scott, 'cause coach kneeled in front of him and put that rough hand on his cheek and that never happened on the field. "It's perfectly normal for you to have enjoyed kissing Santi." "Oh... Really? 'Cause it's not supposed to feel good, but it did." Kent gave him a kind smile. "Well, that's great that it did. And it really is fine to enjoy kissing a boy." "It is?" "It is. I'm gay, does that make me bad?" the coach asked. "No!" the quarterback said without even properly hearing what the man had said. Then his eyes widened. "Wait... No, wait... I... Hold on... Wait... Are you... No... Huh? Gay?" Kent nodded. "I keep it a secret because this town is pretty close-minded. But I don't think there's anything wrong with me. And you shouldn't think there's anything wrong with you, either." Scott gaped at him, not even twirling his fidget spinner. "But... Like, you're GAY gay? Not just gay, but GAY?" "Not quite sure what you mean, but yes, I'm a gay man." "For real?" "For real." "Wow." Kent leaned back against his desk. "Maybe you and Santi need to talk this thing through." Scott's brow furrowed. "Talk... about you being gay?" "No, talk about what you two might feel about each other." "Ya-no, I'm not really good at talking and I get even worse when he looks at me with those cute brown eyes of his and I'll probably just keep thinking about how we kissed and maybe want to do it again and that would be super weird but maybe ok and..." Scott gulped, going very pink. "You think I sh-should, coach?" Kent nodded confidently. "Santi hangs out over at my place after school. Maybe you can talk to him there, away from anyone who tells you that you aren't supposed to feel what you feel." Scott gulped again. "Um... I... If you think I should, coach..." ***** Since Kent had to talk to Santi about something important, the rest of the Brothers were on their own. And since it was a Friday night, that meant junk food, BEACH BALL and a sleepover at the Welsh house. Well, no junk food for Russell, but he never minded that his friends indulged. Despite feeling increasingly distanced from his church, the Mormon boy did still like the healthy lifestyle and he knew Kent would approve. Brandon said around a mouthful of chips, "It'd be so hot if this show got moved to Netflix so we could see Antonio naked." "He's 16," Russell explained, sipping his Mountain Dew. "They can't show him naked." "What?" the pitcher replied. "That ain't true, is it?" "Yeah," Ryder said. "You have to be 18 to appear naked in a show. You didn't know?" "That's just dumb," Brandon grumbled. "I wanna know if he's packing as much as it looks or if that's a rolled-up tee shirt in his swimsuit." All three Brothers busted up. Russell wasn't so squeamish now about the dirty talk. In fact, the bisexual boy was always much more relaxed around his Brothers. He mattered. He was seen. Even Brandon ribbing Russell about his politeness didn't bother him. It made him feel like he was, for the first time in his life, one of the guys. Just to get a rise out of his teammate, Russell commented, "If the show could, though, I'd love to see Claudia's t- breasts." "EWWWWW!" Ryder and Brandon protested together. "Just saying, she's hot," the Mormon boy added with a playful smile. "Get out," the pitcher teased. Brandon Welsh shoved Russ' shoulder playfully, then he turned to an iPad propped up against the coach. "Whaddaya think, middle brother?" Onscreen was Hudson Keller, who darted his eyes right and left while trying to come up with a response. "Ummmm... I'll say my boyfriend's cuter." "Awwwww," squeed Ryder. "Nice save!" "Another chip?" asked Russell while holding one up to the screen. Hudson smiled. "Don't mind if I do." And he leaned into the camera and pretended to eat. "Nom- nom-nom-nom-nom-nom..." "Hey!" shouted Brandon. 'They didn't even show Antonio in the final scene! What a ripoff!" He was elbowed gently by Ryder and was directed to the action on the couch. Russell and Hudson were kissing through the screen. Brandon chuckled, "You two, get a room!" "I miss you," sighed Hudson from across the country. "I miss you, too," said Russell like a Gloomy Gus. Brandon frowned at the sad faces. He couldn't imagine being hundreds of miles away from Ryder. It would drive Brandon insane, not being able to touch him and kiss him and all that mushy stuff his boyfriend liked. Russell had said that him and Hudson were making it work as best they could, but it wasn't easy. "Hey, I just had a brilliant idea!" Brandon said, snapping his fingers. "Hud, get that big purple dildo you like." "I... How do you know about that...?" Hudson asked, his eyes turning to a blushing Russell. "I didn't have any choice," Russell said gravely. "Everyone breaks under torture." "Well, that's true. Even Gollum talked when he was tortured... But we'll circle back to that later, boyfriend." The curly-headed boy was smiling, though, so there was no real threat there. "What's your idea, Brandon?" The eldest Welsh brother grinned. "You guys can have sex. Like, you can pretend that Russell's dick is your sex toy." "Umm..." The Mormon boy continued to blush, obviously hoping his fellow middle-schooler wouldn't divulge what else he knew about how the long-distance boyfriends stayed close. Brandon said, "And all my man Russ needs is a sex toy of his own." With a cheeky smile, the 12-year-old pitcher called out, "CLINT!" Clint Welsh came bustling into the living room. "Is the show over?! Can we hang out now?!" The grade-schooler hopped onto the couch. "Oh, hi, Hud! I didn't know you were here! Did you just call or did they make you watch the show? Oh, wait, you like BEACH BALL, don't-?" Brandon interrupted, "Ok, goober, we don't got long, so listen up. I need you to take one for the team." Clint asked, "We're having a game of baseball?" That made no sense. It was already dark out. "Well, some kinda ball," chuckled his big brother. "Wait," said Russell, a bit nervous. "Y-You're n-not... suggesting...?" "Oh, wow!" shouted Ryder, who seemed to have figured out what was going on, even though Clint still had no clue. "Really?!" Brandon nodded. "Yep! C'mon! To the barracks!" "Wait! What're we doing?" asked Clint, who followed the Brothers into Brandon's room. Brandon said decisively, "Russell needs a sex toy to fuck, so that's going to be you." "Oh!" Clint thought about it. "Um... Ok, I mean, I guess if-" His big brother silenced him with a hand over his mouth. "Sex dolls don't talk. Get it? Russell's gonna have sex with you, dweeb-o-matic, and whatever he does to you, Hudson'll act like it's happening to him." "So cool!" Ryder said, rubbing his crotch. Clint rolled his eyes and nodded his head that he understood. His big brother took his hand away from his mouth and immediately the younger brother said, "But what are-?" Brandon silenced him again. "I covered for ya with Kent. Now you do this for me and Russ, right?" Clint nodded and didn't say anything else. Russell bit his lower lip and looked around at his Brothers. Sure, it was a little weird, but it was also incredibly sweet of them to do this. He'd been with the middle Welsh brother enough times that he knew he wasn't going to push for anything the kid didn't like. And he'd do something fun for Clint later if the boy wanted. Ryder asked, "What do you say, Hudson?" In answer, the curly-haired boy smiled and held up his thick purple dildo. "U-Um, h-how're..." Russell stammered. "Will we be alone?" Brandon answered, "Me 'n' Ryder'll be here to make sure little Hud does it right." He gave a friendly wink to Clint. Russell's nerves were steadied once he saw his boyfriend strip naked onscreen while Clint did the same. Hudson suggested, "Maybe I can suck on you a little first?" The Mormon boy looked over at Brandon and Ryder, who remained clothed but were rubbing their own crotches. The pair nodded encouragingly. A glance down revealed the nude Clint was already opening the fly to Russell's pants. "I can't wait to blow you, boyfriend," sighed Hudson onscreen as his face pressed close and he opened his mouth to simulate oral sex. Suddenly, Russell felt a warm mouth on his penis - even though he couldn't see Clint, who was blocked from view by the iPad. "Ooooohhhhh," moaned Russell. "That feels amazinnngggg..." "Mmmm, lemme lick your shaft," moaned Hudson onscreen and his tongue lapped at the camera. At the same time, Russell groaned as a real tongue licked his rod all over. He was barely aware of Brandon and Ryder jacking each other as they watched. Hudson licked and teased the dildo while Clint used his considerable talents to make Russell pant and twitch in pleasure. The Mormon boy was so turned on he stopped even thinking about the other boyfriends in the room. Sliding his hands into the Welsh boy's hair, Russell gave his long-distance partner a smile. "I want you to suck it." Hudson made a blissful noise and put the dildo in his mouth while Russell pushed his hard-on into Clint's willing mouth. Stripped down to their briefs, Brandon and Ryder made out and fondled each other, watching the hot show out of the corners of their eyes. Being a voyeur, Ryder Strauss loved to watch. And he'd had his fair share of hot action to jack to. But, Gosh Almighty, this was something else altogether! He'd only seen glimpses, but Hudson was absolutely deep throating that purple dildo while Clint was happily giving a BJ to a for-sure happy Russell. It wasn't just hot. But sweet. Here a Brother was in need - and even without Kent, the Brotherhood was coming to the rescue. Now a couple who loved each other could kinda sorta be with one another. Brandon frenched Ryder hard and really stroked the blond boy's pud. But they both were glued to the action on the bed. "Now that I got your dick all wet," whispered Hudson on the tablet, "would you like to fuck me, boyfriend?" "Y-Yeah, I w-would," stammered Russell. Russell put Clint on his back and smiled at Hudson on the screen. It wasn't the same, of course, but it was close enough that he could imagine his boyfriend lying back and welcoming him inside. Hudson let out a sexy moan as he worked the thick dildo inside his quivering body. "Mmmm... Feels so good." "Yeah, for me, too," Russell panted, penetrating Clint to the hilt. With a tender smile, the blond top began a slow and loving fuck. His whole body trembled with excitement from it. Clint was about to grunt but he happened to glance at Brandon, who shook his head and gestured to keep his yap shut. So, the little Welsh brother lay there. Little - because Hudson was "in the house" and being an honorary Welsh that meant Hudson became the middle brother, Clint the little brother and (if he was here) Dixon the kid brother. As the poking kept up in his bottom, Clint stared at the back of the tablet that Russell was staring into. Hudson's voice was heard from the tinny speaker. "Oooooohhhh, you feel so good, Russell... Feels amazinnnnnnnggg..." "Love you so much, Hudson," Russell panted into the screen. "Mmmmm," Hudson sighed, "keep fucking meeee..." Since Clint was Kent's boyfriend, Russell didn't have to worry about hurting his bottom. Still, he wasn't a rough bedmate and he made sweet, gentle love to the kid, just as he wanted to do with Hudson. Russell heard Brandon and Ryder panting along with them, and it was so special to have them there. It was like a double date. He hoped when Hudson came back for Christmas vacation, they could have a real double date. That would be so much fun. Hudson moaned, "Gonna c-come, lover." Russell shuddered in pleasure. "Nnnn... Me t-too. Oh, so good..." Hudson Keller kissed his iPad screen while thrusting the purple dildo up his rear. This whole cyber sex was so hot that he didn't need to jack. Watching his boyfriend come easily made Hudson come as well! "HhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuHHHH!" Briefly, the iPad screen tilted from almost being dropped - and Hudson caught a glimpse of Ryder and Brandon frenching and the pitcher spooging all over his best friend's crotch. Dang, Hudson was so happy to be a Brother! The curly-haired boy tried to catch his breath while saying to Russell, "Woo, I needed that from you." The screen righted again and the cutest blond boy in the world smiled. "That was so cool. It... It felt like I was really making love to you..." The two smooched their screens again. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but it was so much more than Russell had ever imagined. It was special and he cherished it. Clint looked around the room and caught the "get lost" gesture from Brandon and made his escape. He did grumble a little bit about "big brothers" but there was a smile on his face as he scampered back to his own room. Russell said, cheeks glowing, "That was... That was incredible. Perfect." "Yeah, it was, huh?" Brandon panted, nuzzling his partner. "Perfect," Ryder agreed. Meanwhile, in his vehicle, Kent could practically feel the tension radiating off Scott as they headed to the man's apartment. The quarterback was twirling his fidget spinner like a helicopter blade and his eyes were darting all over the place. Scott asked, "So, like, Santi hangs out over at your place?" "Yes," Kent said. "I've tried to make my home a safe place for boys your age who are gay or questioning their sexuality." Scott smiled sweetly. "That's so cool of you." "I know what it's like to live in a town like this and not be what they think you should be." Santiago Ortiz was nervous preparing paella for his reunion with Scott. So distracted was he that the rice nearly got burned. It perplexed the Latino boy why his amor had run off from the bleachers and had avoided him at school. Perhaps Santi had been wrong about the handsome, blond, big man on campus. It seemed Scott was interested in him when they'd spoken after the talent show. But once the couple had consummated their love with a kiss, the romance was gone and the heartbroken boy had wondered what he'd done wrong. Santi had been told by Brandon that Kent would take care of everything. To place his trust in their teacher. Big. Everyone called him "Big." So, Santi finished up the dish and left it in the oven to keep warm. He lowered the lights, created a warm atmosphere with candles, put on Antonio Cruz's latest album, straightened his clothes and recombed his hair, and lounged on the sofa waiting for the arrival of Big and his soulmate. Kent parked the car and led young Scott St. James up to his apartment. There was some talk among the Brotherhood about a potential new member, and more than a little excitement. The teacher would be lying if he'd said he wasn't hoping for that outcome as well, but that wasn't on the agenda. He simply had to help Santi and Scott figure out what was going on between them. "This is just going to be a no-pressure talk in a safe place, Scott," the man explained as he opened the door. Scott took in the romantic lighting, the wine glasses with fruit juice in them, the awesome- smelling food in the nice dishes - and stopped dead in his tracks. The quarterback gaped at the scene. "What...?" Kent winced. He'd told Santi to just relax and keep this simple. Apparently, and to his horror, the teacher realized this was as simple as the sweet young Latino got. "Um... I think he wanted to make you comfortable?" The coach frowned a bit. "Come on, Scott. It'll be fine." Only his absolute faith in his coach got the quarterback to cross that threshold. "Uh... Hi, Santiago," choked out Scott. A couple times the players had been to coach's place. But it was a regular dude's apartment. Now it looked like one of them fine dining restaurants his family went out to. Like there should be a host to greet them or something. "Scott, mi amor, I am so happy to see you have come," said the Spanish-type boy with a voice that sounded like melted butter. "May I take your coat?" "Uh... ya, thanks." Scott let the nice guy help him out of his school jacket. Suddenly the young jock felt underdressed, even if his clothes had designer labels - they were still jeans, tee and gym socks. "Kent? Your coat?" "Thank you, Santi, but I'll hang them up for you, and you boys have a seat on the couch." "Si, let us," smiled Santi as he held out his arm to the den. "Shyeah, we can sit, I guess," said Scott, trying to keep his fidget spinner quiet. Kent returned to the sight of Santi gazing adoringly at Scott while the quarterback was looking around like a gazelle who'd spotted a lion. They were off to a terrible start. The man settled in the chair and tried to give them both a warm smile. "All right. So there's been some confusion and miscommunication between you two. I think first of all, Scott, you need to understand that Santi was showing his interest in you." The blond boy went pale. "He w-was?" "Truly, I was, mi amor," Santi said. "I thought you could tell from the gifts I sent you and the songs I sang to you." "Oh... I, um, heh... Um..." Scott rotated the fidget spinner faster and gave Kent the look of a man sinking into quicksand. "Santi," ventured Kent, "what you need to understand is this is very confusing for Scott. He's never had a boy show romantic interest in him and he's having trouble dealing with the emotions." The Latino boy's face fell. "Oh... He does not... I thought he liked..." "Well, I think Scott does like the attention you've been giving him, but it's also scary and new. Really, he should speak for himself on that." Santi turned his attention to the juice-filled wine glasses on the coffee table. The youth could not listen for a moment, not with disappointment coursing through his body. So passionate was Santi that he had to be worthy of love. But all of his romantic gestures... they seemed to mean nothing. Had Antonio Cruz - his idol - failed him? A profile of the actor-singer in YOUNG TEEN MAGAZINE contained advice on how to woo. The Latino youngster had followed the tips to perfection. Yet here he was feeling more alone than ever. Scott choked out, "So, ya, Santiago..." The effeminate boy gazed up into the piercing blue eyes of the handsome middle-schooler. "SANTI, please..." "Ya, uh, Santi. So, um, I meant what I said when I said you sing good. Real good." Santi breathed a sigh of relief. To hear those words again from Scott... Scott St. James... If they were to marry, of course Santi would take the last name of his husband. Santi St. James. What a melodious sound. Scott looked for a little support from Kent, who nodded. It was like when he wasn't sure which play to call but the coach always did. The footballer would go out onto the field and do what the coach had told him, trusting it was the right call. "Um..." Scott said. "The gifts were super nice... Um... A-And... Um... I, uh, I-l-l-liked kissing you..." Santi's face lit up. "You did? I thought you did! But then you became nervous, mi amor, and I worried I'd done something wrong." Scott balked like a frightened horse at the Latino boy's burst of enthusiasm. "Um... I... Uh..." He twirled the fidget spinner. "You, um, d-didn't do anything wrong..." What a relief for Santi to know Antonio Cruz had not steered him wrong - but instead straight into the arms of the captain of the football team. "It WAS magical, wasn't it, sweetheart?" "Um," murmured Scott, "maybe, like, slow down on the names and stuff." "Of course. But may I take your hand and tell Kent what happened?" "Ok. Well, maybe just fingers for now." "As you wish, Scott." Santi laid his delicate hand overtop Scott's strong fingers and turned to their P.E. teacher. "I had shared my gifts with mi amor. It felt right to take the next step. And so I had slipped a note into Scott's locker-" "Ya-no, still cleaning off the glitter." "-and I invited him to meet me under the football seats at the halftime." "The card wasn't easy to read," Scott clarified, "so when I ran into Santi just before math class, I got 'im to explain. I didn't even know he was talkin' 'bout the bleachers." Santi smiled dreamily as he remembered it all. "And Scott, honorable boy that he is, showed up at the appointed hour. I stood in the darkness dressed in my paisley shirt, my black denims, and my white suede shoes. And there appeared Scott in his macho football outfit, his hair still full- bodied even though damp, his gorgeous blue eyes piercing my heart." "I kinda didn't know what was goin' on," Scott said, "but a promise was a promise so there I was." "What a sight you were," Santi smiled. "I asked to take his hand like I am now. His fingers were rough and dirty, but all I felt was warmth. And I looked up into his eyes and said, 'I should very much like to kiss you.'" Kent absorbed all of this as best he could. He'd never gotten any hint that Scott was anything but straight, so it was quite a shock to his system to find out Scott had kissed a boy and he liked it. The teacher felt a pang of anxiety for both tweens - Santi was putting his whole heart in this, which was a terrible risk. And Scott was so confused and struggling to wrap his head around what was going on. There was so much chance for heartbreak. But, unfortunately, that was part of growing up. Kent said, "All right, well, let me say once more that you have nothing to worry about from me, Scott. If you and Santi start dating, it won't change your status on the team at all." "Dating?" Scott asked, going a bit pale. "You do not want to date me?" Santi asked, clearly hurt. "Ah, ya-no, it's.... Um... It's not that. It's just, uh, well, I've never... Um... It's not going to be easy, um, because, you know... " Santi smiled. "Mi amor, do not worry. I know how it is. We don't have to announce it in the school paper." Scott's eyes went huge. "They do that sorta thing? Oh god..." "Relax, Scott, it's going to be fine," Kent assured him. "You're not alone. You've got me and Santi and there's a few other boys who will also have your back. Ok?" "Ok." Scott said it like coach had shouted out a play from the sidelines. But he noticed his free hand shoving his fidget spinner into his pocket, so maybe whatever was said to the quarterback was helping. "They are all good boys here," said Santi, squeezing hands tight, "and they can be themselves without anyone finding out." "It's just, uh... you said 'dating,' didn'tcha?" "I promise as surely as you met me under the bleachers that I will be discreet at school." "Y-You'll be who?" Scott looked up hopefully at the sound of Kent's voice. "Santi means he'll make sure it stays a secret from everyone who might make trouble for you." "Oh, ok," nodded Scott and he looked over at Santi with a smile. "Thanks." "Shall we... kiss to seal the deal?" "'Kay." Scott leaned in for just a quick one. But as soon as his lips touched the other boy's, the memory of that night under the bleachers came back. How his mind went blank. And his hair stood on end. And his breathing slowed. And his eyes closed. And his pants tightened. ***** Dinner at Pizza Palace had been fabulous, even if it meant Kent would have to run an extra mile to make up for it. Delores the waitress was wonderful as usual and had slipped Clint a small sundae "on the house." The little charmer had responded with a sweet smile and thanked her politely. The couple put on their jackets and headed out to the car after leaving a generous tip. It was such a rare and precious treat to get to have a date night, even if the two of them had to pretend they were just a mentor and his young charge. Delores never asked questions and Kent didn't like lying so he never volunteered an explanation. "That place is the best!" Clint beamed. "You seemed to enjoy your dessert," Kent commented with a wink. Clint climbed into his seat and buckled up. "Mmmmm, it was nummy for my tummy. Did you see Delores gave it to me for free?" "That's because she thinks you're adorable," smiled Kent while starting up the car and putting it in gear. "I think YOU'RE adorable," giggled Clint. "Well, Delores and I both think YOU'RE adorable." Clint reached over and took his boyfriend's hand. "Hey, it's not just Brandon and Ryder's special place. It's ours too, 'cause that's where me and you met." "It'll always hold a special place in my heart because of that, big mouth." "'Member we talked about dodgeball and I showed you how fast I was on my feet?" "I remember it like it was yesterday." "Oh! Hey! Guess what?!" "What?!" Clint giggled again because his adult partner was being silly and said it exactly the way Clint had said it. "'Kay, so I talked to Brandon and Ryder and they said when my big brother was just getting to know you that him and my other brother came back to your place one time and they took off all your clothes and both them started licking your jawbreaker all over and they made it kablooey just doing that and they said your spurt shot way, way, way up in the air and landed on you and they cleaned it all up, and I was, like, it shot that high and they said, like, two or three feet and so can I see it?" "Uh... Wait..." said Kent. "You've seen me shoot my spurt before." "Nuh-uh, I'd 'member. Every time you kablooey your spurter's always blocked by my mouth or is in my bum. But I NEVER seen it." Kent reached over and mussed his boyfriend's hair. What a total sweetheart he was. "Sure, big mouth. We can do that if you want to." "Really?" Clint asked, his whole face aglow. "Of course..." The man put his hand on the boy's leg and caressed it lightly. "Anything for my lover boy." Clint looked up with a bright smile. "My boyfriend is super duper awesome!" They made it back to the apartment and then there was a serious round of making out. The man felt so lucky to be able to have a whole night with his young lover without any interruptions. He owed Brandon a lot for covering for them so that they could have their special night together. Clint still couldn't get over how much bigger his partner was. If he was Brandon and had Ryder as a boyfriend everything would be about the same size. But Kent was so huge. Broad chest. Pumped-up arms. Tree trunk legs. And of course humungoid licorice stick and gumballs. Even though Clint was called "big mouth," Kent's was even bigger. The boy always felt swallowed up when kissed. But he loved it so much. All this power in the man's body and it was all for Clint. The 10-year-old Welsh brother whispered, "I love you so much, my Greek god." The 23-year-old Irish man smiled, "I can't imagine life without you, lover boy." "Hey, Kent." "Yeah?" "Did you save your gusher for me?" "Got all six cums in the chamber just for my boyfriend." "Yee haw! I'm gonna see your spurt shoot up in the air!" Clint crawled lickety-split between the jock's legs, carefully took hold of the licorice stick, and lapped at the jawbreaker like it was a sucker. Kent relaxed and let his sweet boyfriend take care of him. It wasn't easy for the man, because he liked to try and be sure his boy was getting as much or more out of their time together, but he also knew how much fun Clint had being able to explore and play without interference. "Feels so good, sweet boy," Kent breathed out. "Mmm..." smiled Clint. Kent moaned, "Ooooohhhhh." Arousal sizzled across Kent's nerves like electricity as the gorgeous kid licked and slurped up and down his glans. It was utterly incredible watching the sexy grade-schooler servicing his dick. Some part of him still couldn't believe it was real. "I can always tell *slurp* when it's your gusher," chuckled Clint, "'cause you make *slurp* sooooooooo much *slurrrrrp* pineapple juice." "Well," Kent grinned, "I'm extra excited OOOHHHHH at being able to have my partner stay overnight MMMMMMMM at our place." "Brandon keeps *lick* getting your gusher with *lick* his nooners with teach. He even *lick* *lick* teased me he was gonna *lick* steal it today. Such a *lick* *lick* naughty big *lick* brother, huh?" "Nobody's getting it but my Clint." The youngster lapped gently all around the jawbreaker. More pineapple juice leaked from the spurter and it got slurped up. Clint had learned all about edging when they did their slave thing that one time. He took everything from that lesson to build up Kent's kablooey slowly, 'cause he knew more excitement would mean higher-shooting spurt. It was torture, but sweet torture, so Kent just moaned and squirmed as Clint teased him. It was strange, yes, because he was the one getting pleasure, but the youngster was the one in charge. And that made it perfect and allowed the man to relax and enjoy the wonderful licks and teasing kisses. Kent did his part by holding back as long as he could, but he was only human. After a while, the horny athlete let out a gasping warning that he was about to shoot. Clint gave him the sweetest smile, and that was all it took to push him right over the edge. "God, I love you!" Kent moaned, back arching as his dick erupted with thick ropes of cum. Clint froze as the jawbreaker tensed like steel. Spurt after spurt shot way, way, way, way, way up and splatted all over the naked man's chest, tummy, chin, cheek, chest again, tummy again! "Hooooooooly mooooooooley!!!" shouted the tyke. "I thought Brandon and Ryder were being foolers! Never, never would I thought your spurt could... WOW!" Clint noticed Kent was too out of it to say any words after that totally amazing kablooey. The boy crawled up and kneeled by his boyfriend's head. The spurt on the jock's face was dribbling down, so the kid showered him with kisses while cleaning it all off. Kent pulled his lover boy close and they frenched, sharing the delicious man cream together. "That..." panted Kent, "...was... incredible." "I gotta get the rest!" Clint announced and he feasted on the quarter-pint of spurt splattered all over Kent's front. The boy's tummy was starting to feel full near the end, but he kept on gulping everything up until the smooth skin was all completely clean. "Aaaaaahhhhh," smiled Clint while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I got my second dessert." Curled up with his boyfriend, following a quiet burp and polite "excuse me," Clint started to think how strange it was how long they'd been together and he'd never seen spurt blast out from the cock. It got him wondering. "Hey, um, Kent?" "Yeah, big mouth?" Clint happy-whimpered as his hair was stroked by the jock's fingers. "I don't even know much stuff you did when you were a kid like me. Like, I know about your friend Sam and I know you liked him and did touching stuff with him. And I know your parents were strict and everything and they made you sad about it. But, like, what kindsa stuff did you do? I don't mean all sex stuff. Well, ok, I kinda do. It's just that me and you've been together a while. I'm real curious 'cause you know tons about me now, but I don't know anything about you. Hee, I know, I know, I'll take a sip of water." "Well-" "Oh, wait, sorry!" Clint raced down and sucked the huge drop off the spurter. Just as quickly, he settled back next to Kent. "It was gonna drip on you and I didn't wanna waste it. Sorry 'bout that. You were saying?" "That's the thing, sweetie, there wasn't any fun sexy times when I was a kid like you." Kent could hardly be sad with such a wonderful boy in his bed. Thinking about his own repressive childhood held no interest for the man, but if Clint wanted to hear about it, then it was worth the effort. And Kent was still so rocked by that incredible orgasm, he couldn't much move anyway. "Nothing at all?" the grade-schooler asked, wide-eyed. "No. After things went wrong with Sam, my parents were watching my every move. I was terrified of being caught doing something with another boy. So I just focused on my school and sports and tried to be the son they wanted me to be." Clint stared for a long time. "So... It's like... I mean, I guess it's like how things would be at my house if my dad lived with us all the time, 'cause you know he doesn't like gay stuff and he'll be real unhappy when he finds out me and Brandon like boys. But it's not like what you had 'cause we have you when you didn't have someone like you and that had to be lonely." Kent brushed the boy's bangs out of his hair. "It was. But it's in the past. And having had that experience shows me how to keep you boys safe and to make sure you all know there's nothing wrong with you. Because you guys are absolutely wonderful and giving you the experiences I couldn't have makes up for my teenage years, at least a little bit." "Well... I'm glad you're here 'cause things are so much better for all a us." "That makes me happy to hear you say that, lover boy." Clint kissed Kent on the cheek. "'Kay, but... mmm... tell me one happy thing... just one happy thing that happened to you when you were my age." While his adult boyfriend looked deep in thought, Clint tried to imagine what Kent looked like when he was 10 years old. Of course just as handsome and nice as he was now. If the two of them had ended up in the same grade, would they be friends? Maybe even best friends? Would they like the same toys and shows and songs? Would they play doctor or touch each other like Kent had touched Sam? Kent made himself move, slipping out of bed and rummaging through the closet for a minute. He returned with a narrow, hardbound book. His fingers flipped it open to a page of photos - middle-school students in sports uniforms. "I hadn't started wrestling yet, but back in middle school I was on the track and field team. Here's a picture of me with my first trophy after I won the 50-meter sprint. That was the first time my dad ever said he was proud of me." The photo showed a short and scrawny boy who hardly resembled the man in the bed. But the red hair, the strong jaw, the serious eyes, they all made it obvious who it was. "No waaaaayyyyyyyy!" Clint grabbed the yearbook like it was the bike that Kent had got for him as a present. The boy stared with detective eyes. "Kent! Is that REALLY you?!" "Sure was." "You were majorly, majorly, majorly, majorly cute! Look at your super sweet eyes! And your lips! And your cheeks! Your hair, it kinda looks a little bit like mine sorta! This is solid state seeing you! I can't believe it! Oh, I totally woulda crushed on you! Totally! And you won a 50- meter sprint! Sooooooo cool!" Clint lowered the book slightly - then he ping-ponged his eyes from Kent to the photo, his smile growing wider and wider. "I love this so much, my Greek god. Thank you for showing me it." "You're welcome," Kent said. "I'm real glad you got one happy memory with your dad. It's nice he said he was proud. And he shoulda been. Wow. I can't believe it's you!" Clint was surprised when Kent ripped the yearbook from his hands and set it aside. The man took the boy in his arms for a passionate kiss. After a long, tender makeout session, the two boyfriends cuddled together. It was just too rare of a chance to pass up, this moment where they could relax and be with each other. Holding the slender boy in his arms, Kent whispered sweet nothings that made them both blush. ***** The Brotherhood was gathered for a Sunday night hangout. Ryder was in the middle of the couch. On his left he snuggled with Brandon, on his right he had his arm around Russell and on the other end Kent had Clint in his lap. Sadly, everybody had their clothes on and was on their best behavior. It was kinda like how it was before Russell had joined in on all the secret sexiness. When Kent had to tell the Brothers to be patient. So they watched the BIG MOUTH episode where Jay was telling the whole school he was bi. Ryder wished it was that easy at their own school. But it'd be bad if anyone found out that none of them was straight. "Gosh," exclaimed Russell, "I can't believe Jay's coming out like that!" But then it turned out the boy characters in the cartoon weren't all that thrilled knowing Jay had a gay side. They were ok with girls being lesbians but said it was different for boys. "Oh," said Russell all disappointed after the show ended. "Yeah," nodded Ryder, "I guess even in BIG MOUTH it's not so great if part of you is gay." "Speaking of gay..." chuckled Brandon. "Where's the man of the hour?" The eldest Welsh brother was used to the look from Kent that said they had to take this all serious. Kent said, "He should be arriving with Santi at any moment." "And we're not gonna freak him out!" Brandon put in to show that he was getting with the program and wouldn't do anything that might get a follow-up lecture from teach. "That's right, short stack." Brandon had to admit it was exciting to have another athlete in the group. Never would he of thought Scott St. James, well, played for their team. Dude was dude as shit. Though in lotsa ways, so was Brandon. Knowing he hisself wouldn't stick out anymore felt kinda good. So Brandon would honor the code and not make Scott feel uncomfortable. Santi arrived at the apartment with his boyfriend. Things were still rockier than he would have liked, but Kent had told him to be patient and Scott St. James really was about the sweetest, nicest boy he had ever met so it was worth putting up with his skittishness. And the quarterback HAD gotten them an Uber, picked him up at his house and secretly given Santi a bouquet, so the boy was trying. The couple was ushered into the apartment (which Santi was itching to redecorate because as sweet as Kent was, he had distressingly straight tastes in d‚cor) and introductions were made. "Yo!" Brandon said and fistbumped Scott. The quarterback smiled a bit and looked around. "Um..." He whispered into Santi's ear. "I thought you said they were all gay." "They are, mi amor." "But... Clint looks way too young to be gay." Russell felt deep empathy for poor Scott - how disorienting this must all be. Usually the Mormon boy would stand back and let someone else dictate how to handle a situation. But the Brotherhood had taught him about courage. This was Russell's moment to shine. "Hi, Scott. I'm Russell." "Oh," replied the blond quarterback. "Hey, Russ." "Um, everyone here is in a safe place to discover who they are. I'm one of the newer members next to Santi, and I was welcomed with open arms." Russell held out his fist and the two bumped. "Would you like a seat on the couch?" "Uh..." Scott looked to Santi and got a nod. "Sure." Russell noticed Clint peering closely at Scott. The youngest Brother asked, "Hey, you got a toy in your hand?" "Ya-no, it's nothin'," replied Scott. And Russell saw the athlete pocket a fidget spinner. Kent had recently purchased a second couch, since the Brotherhood was growing so much. His little apartment was getting quite crowded now and he'd like to upgrade to a larger place, but at the moment that just wasn't in the cards. The teacher watched Scott take his seat, with Santi right beside him. The handsome blond still looked utterly pole-axed by the turn his life had taken. But as with the team, Scott showed immense bravery in trying to find his way forward. Brandon immediately put him at ease by bringing up football. Scott smiled a bit and they talked about the game. Clint asked, "Hey, Santi, d'you think you can teach me how to make that, whaddaya-call-it...? Machete?" "Ceviche," Santi said with a sweet smile. "And yes, of course." "Oh good! I know my mom'll love it and she works so hard, you know, and I wanna make it for her birthday because I think it'll be a big surprise and she'll be super impressed that I didn't just get her a dumb card." "I'd be happy to help," the Latino boy said. Ryder came back from the kitchen, arms full of soda cans. He paused and grinned at Kent. "You're gonna need a bigger-" "Ryder..." Kent used his most stern warning voice to stop the boy from finishing that sentence. Looking innocent, Ryder said, "I was gonna say apartment." The Big smiled at his Little. "Uh-huh..." "Hey, St. James," said Brandon, "you cool with me holding my boyfriend's hand?" The quarterback answered softly, "Uh. Go for it." Scott couldn't help but stare. It was wild to see the seventh-grade pitcher put his fingers around the hand of the cute blond dude (did he just think a dude was CUTE?!). "You see, mi amor," whispered Santi, "we are not the only ones." "Huh. Whoa." "Shall we?" "'Kay." Scott let Santi put his smaller hand overtop the athlete's bigger hand. Brandon shouted while tossing a can, "Hey, St. James, have a Pepsi!" With lightning reflexes (that's how coach put it), Scott caught the flying object. "Thanks." "Nice arm there," smiled Brandon, "you should go out for football." "Uh, I'm already on a team," replied Scott, a bit confused since he knew the good-looking dude (wait, there it was again with dude and GOOD-LOOKING!) had watched the Sharks play on the field. Clint chuckled, "Hee hee, Scott's a comedian." Scott realized it was all a joke, so he laughed along with the dudes to show he meant to be funny. "So, it's like a Gay Club," Scott said, his brow knitted together as he tried to make sense of things. "But you don't meet at school 'cause they wouldn't let you." Ryder replied, "Well, and we couldn't go, me and Clint, since we're still in grade school." "Whoa," Scott said, sipping his Pepsi. "I didn't know you could be gay that young." "I've known I was gay since I was four years old," Santi said with a big smile. The quarterback choked on his soda. "What? That's... You can't even know what sex is that young! You'd still be in diapers!" "No, I wasn't, mi amor," Santi said, stroking his fingers over Scott's hand. "And being gay isn't all about sex." "But sex is a super fun part of it," Ryder put in. He winced at Kent's look and added, "Or, um, I bet it is..." "I'm actually bisexual," Russell said. "You're a bicycle?" Scott asked and the Welsh brothers both cracked up. The blond looked around, even more baffled. "What?" Russell explained, "Bisexual means I like boys and girls." "You can do that?" Scott asked. "Yeah," Brandon said with a grin and a nod at the blushing Mormon boy. "Russell marches to the beat of his own drummer. He's a rebel." Ryder smiled at his boyfriend and caressed the back of his neck. "Brandon's a rebel himself." "Aw, thanks, kid," Brandon smirked. He kissed Ryder on the cheek. "Whoa!" cried Scott. "Mi amor, they are only expressing their love," Santi explained while curling his fingers around the footballer's hand. "I know," said Scott, trying to sound polite, "but it's just, like, seeing it, it's, you know, whoa." "Remember, Scott," piped up Big, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. This is a place for you to be yourself." "Ya," said Brandon, picking up on the vibe, "don't ever feel pressured by any of us. You just do you." Russell added, "That's why I love it here. The townspeople may not understand me, but my Brothers do." "Your brothers know about you being bicycle?" pressed Scott. "No, no, Scott," said Santi. "All the boys here, they call each other Brothers. That is why it is called the Brotherhood." "Ya-no, ok, that makes sense," said Scott. For the first time a smile started to form on his face. "In your family you got any brothers?" Clint asked. Scott shook his head. "Just my twin sister." He looked around, still agog. "This is so cool." "I'm glad you think so," Kent said. "It's important you guys all feel safe and comfortable." "What was that thing you were messing around with before?" Clint wanted to know. "Oh, um, it's this thing my dad got me 'cause, ah, I'm always fidgeting." Scott took it out of his pocket and gave it a spin. "It, uh, helps me focus." "Can I see?" the middle Welsh brother asked. Scott handed it to him. "Cool..." Brandon cautioned, "Remember, Clint, it's just to look at, you gotta give it back to Scott." Clint whirled back, a bit pouty. "I know." Both Brandon and Ryder exchanged grins, fully aware their little brother had intended to ask if he could keep it. But that was enough - neither said anything about it. "Whoa," giggled Clint, "it spins real fast. What's it called?" "A fidget spinner," answered Kent. "Thanks for showing it to me," said Clint while handing it back. "No problem-o, Clint." With a slight blush to his cheek, Clint darted back to the couch and sat on Kent's lap. "Clint fidgets a lot too," Ryder said. "But he just sucks on things to calm himself down." Brandon cleared his throat. "Ya, he's always got a jawbreaker on the go." Clint snickered. "Cherry's my favorite." "So, how did you two meet?" Russell asked. "Um, I mean, I know we all go to school together but, um..." Scott shrugged. "I heard him sing at the talent show. You guys heard him sing? It was like AMERICAN IDOL or somethin'." Santi smiled shyly. "Oh, mi amor, you make me blush..." The quarterback gave him a puzzled look. "Why? You're awesome. Better than that Tony Cruise guy." There was a raucous outcry of protest at the mangling of their idol's name. Santi managed to not faint dead away, somehow, but he did give his boyfriend a pained look. "He is Antonio Cruz, mi amor. And I thank you, but I am not as good as him." Scott's brow furrowed. "But ya are. I mean, like, better. I mean, ya-no. That's how it sounds to me, anyway." Santi smiled endearingly at the fumbling athlete. "After receiving such delightful compliments, I began to send Scott some romantic gifts." Snickers seemed to be coming from Brandon and Ryder, but when the Latino boy turned in their direction the couple was merely coughing. Santi continued, "And though the rugged, dashing football player did not fully understand the meaning of my gestures, he was a gentleman through and through." Russell said, "Aw, that sounds very charming." Ryder nodded, "Santi's real good about that stuff." "Well," Santi grinned, "then I invited Scott to meet me under the-" "-bleachers-" clarified Scott. "-the bleachers, yes, during the game, and he promised to do so. At the halftime mark, Scott arrived and... it was so romantic... we had our first kiss." Scott's own cheeks reddened. "Um, ya, so... that happened..." Ryder exclaimed, "That sounds beautiful!" "It does?" asked Scott, genuinely curious and perplexed. "Very romantic," agreed Brandon. Scott stammered, "Well, ya-no, it was pretty, um, cool." "Would you do me the honor?" requested Santi. "Huh?" Kent ventured, "I think Santi's asking for another kiss." "Oh... Really? Here?" asked Scott. "Remember, mi amor," said Santi dreamily, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I would very much love it." Then he crooned, "Your lips were made for kisses." "Hey," grinned Scott, "that's, like, from the song." "Your kisses make my heart sing," breathed Santi. Scott didn't even think about it and in front of coach and all the Brothers he planted a smooch on his Latino boyfriend.