Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2022 01:38:19 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 17 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 17 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. ********** Brandon Welsh rested his arm around Ryder's shoulders. Dolores had sat the Brothers in a section at Pizza Palace usually reserved for private birthday parties so that the boys could be a little more relaxed. The pitcher smiled at Ryder's story about this jerk at elementary school who'd dropped his pudding on the cafeteria floor then slipped and fell on his ass. It was obvious Scott wasn't quite at the same state of chill, but he didn't pull back when Santi snuggled against him. Brandon figured the footballer would loosen up eventually. Ryder Strauss chuckled while biting into his slice of pepperoni with green peppers (a vegetable he now enjoyed because of his boyfriend's influence). He finished his story with "I love it when a guy gets his comeuppance." "Well," Brandon smirked, "I love it when a guy gets the first part of that anyway." Scott scrunched up his face. "You mean a 'cup'?" "No, mi amor," clarified Santi. "He said 'comeuppance.' Like getting your just desserts." "Oh!" Scott exclaimed. "Ya, we should totally get dessert." Ryder shook his head. Anyone could see Scott wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree, but he was honest and friendly and was trying hard to fit in with the Brotherhood. His easygoing nature and sweet smile made it obvious to the gradeschooler why the jock was the most popular boy in his school. Scott St. James had his hand on Santi's knee - under the table, out of sight, but still a bold move in his book. Going on a double date with everyone being guys was so weird. It just made him anxious, but if he grabbed his fidget spinner the others'd probably think him a head case. Brandon praised, "That pass you made during practice was sweet, bruh." Scott's face lit up. "Thanks!" Football was a subject where he was completely at ease. "Javier almost got me, but then I saw that opening and, bam, magic!" "Speaking of hot Latino dudes..." Ryder began before receiving a playful shove from his partner. Santiago Ortiz tried not to blush, though it was refreshing to talk a bit more openly among his Brothers. "Well, thank you for the compliment." "You're pretty damn cute," Brandon remarked, "but I think he was talking about Antonio." Ryder nodded. "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh, Antonio Cruz." All of the boys, save perhaps Scott and Clint, were infatuated with the star of BEACH BALL and the singer of "Lips Made for Kisses." Santi didn't hold it against his new flame for not being a connoisseur of all things Antonio. The brown-skinned 7th grader insisted, "We must convince Kent to take us all to Antonio's new film." Ryder said, "They're even saying he's got a good chance of winning, like, best actor." "Ya, but DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT is rated R," said Brandon, "so we def need an adult if we're gonna see it." Scott asked, "Is it rated R 'cause he's nude in it?" Ryder's eyes widened. "Gosh Almighty, I never thought of that! Could it be?" Santi shook his head. "No, he is still 16, so they could not do it." "Man, what a load of bull," Brandon grumbled. "Hey, why did Kent bail on us tonight?" Scott asked, reaching for another slice. Ryder and Brandon shared a look, unsure if Scott was ready to hear that Big and Clint had decided to have their own private date in bed. "He worked hard all week, mi amor," Santi said. "Kent is due some rest." "Won't be getting much of that," Ryder murmured and then yelped when Brandon kicked him under the table. Kent MacTiernan panted as he rode Clint long and hard in his bed. Any regrets he'd had about missing out on the pizza date were long gone. Alone time with his sweet boy was always, always worth it. Clint moaned, "Ohhhh, yeah. Do it hard, coach... love it!" "You worked hard at practice," Kent grunted. "Now I'm gonna work you even harder." Yes, it was silly, but that was part of the fun. What had started as a joke by Clint had developed into a clich‚ gay porn roleplay. His boyfriend was wearing a jockstrap to make it "even more realer," as the cutie had said. Clint Welsh whimpered as the thick licorice stick rammed him up his small butt. The silly- dreamy faces that Ryder and Brandon made when being fucked still didn't appear on Clint's face. But he knew it was only a matter of more practice. At first Kent had stayed in his coaching clothes - tee shirt, sweats, gym socks, ball cap - but it wasn't long before he'd stripped down to his own jockstrap. Clint groaned, "Mmmmmmm, my Greek god." "Hey," huffed Kent, "none of that. My players gotta focus on sports." "Sorry, c-coach. Gimme your spurt and it'll make me play better." Kent leaned in to fuck his beautiful boy faster and deeper. Clint's moans and grunts were so incredibly sexy that the man couldn't hold back. The bed creaked under them as they went at it. "Ready for it, champ?" "Y-Yeah... Give it to me, coach!" Kent slammed home, shooting his seed deep into his little lover's body. The pleasure so intense that stars danced in front of his eyes. Clint jerked his tiny boner through the fabric in his jockstrap and made it dry kablooey. The thick adult cock had been up his bum enough times that he could tell from the heavy spurt it was one of the triple gushes. Brandon and Russell usually stole the gusher during the nooners with teach, but a triple gush still made tons of spurt. A while ago the Brothers had named the six cums that Kent could make per day. The gusher was the first and the biggest load of all. The next three were still strong and used to be called the "Holy! Trinity," but because of Russell's religion, Brandon renamed them the "triple gush." The fifth was the "regular" which any kid sucker could easily drink every drop. The final and kinda dribbly one was the "top-up," a word that still made the middle Welsh brother giggle. "D-Did I do it g-good?" Clint panted. "More than good, lover boy," Kent said with ragged breaths as his more powerful body collapsed overtop the fifth grader's. Clint grunted, "Could you, um, pull out your licorice stick, it's kinda hurty." He gritted his teeth as the long hard tube slid out of his bum hole. Kent laid down on the bed and cuddled his sweet boyfriend to his chest. For a moment, he just enjoyed the way their hearts thumped loudly against each other. "Sorry," Kent said softly, "I guess I got a bit rough." "No! It was fun! I was just... At the end..." Clint bit his lower lip. Kent looked into the youngster's eyes, his smile sweet and gentle. "You know, I'd be fine if we just stuck with sucking." Clint gave him a pouty look. "No! I can take it! I can! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it." "Shhh... You didn't ruin anything, lover boy," Kent assured him. He took a moment to organize his thoughts. "I've been noticing for a while you're not as into being fucked." The teacher said as Clint started to protest, "And that is absolutely ok. Not everyone's into it. I'm not, for instance." The boy looked away. "Ryder, Russell, Hudson, even Brandon - they all like it." "Everyone's different, sweet boy. The important thing is that you don't do things you don't want to do." Clint crawled on top, forcing Kent onto his back. "Welllllllllllll, of course YOU'RE not gonna get fucked, 'cause you're the man and we're just boys, so we couldn't fuck you 'cause we're all way littler, and plus you're also Big, the only one who makes the real and creamy spurt, so you gotta put it in us-" Giggles spilled out of Clint when Kent kissed to seal his preteen partner's lips shut, because Clint just kept right on going with his motormouth - "Mmmmrrrffffkkkkmmmmvimmmwwwwwrrrrphhh... Pwah! Hee. I was saying I like your spurt in my bum as much as in my mouth, 'cause if I'm gonna be your boyfriend we gotta be able to have sex, since everybody knows bum stuff is real sex and people sometimes don't think mouth stuff is sex at all, and I wanna have sex with you. Mmmmmmmmmmm..." The 10-year-old smiled lazily as Kent stroked his temple and brushed the uncombed hair out of his eyes. "But you know how important it is to me, big mouth, that you boys don't feel pressured to do anything." "I know, and I still want at least the last of your triple gushes in my tummy. But it was fun being a athlete and you the coach and you're sooooooooper sexy in your jockstrap." Kent nuzzled his young lover. Even with his mature and responsible nature, the mentor had in the recent past let himself get a little out of control with his boys and he wasn't going to make that mistake again. He was so lucky to be with them that it was hardly any sacrifice to put their needs above his. "You are sweet and wonderful and I adore you. Being with you is absolutely amazing. Oral sex absolutely is real sex and you, my gorgeous boy, are a master at it. So we're gonna stick to that for a little while." "What? Hey, no-" "Uh-uh, you've always trusted me to know what's best. So trust me now. Let's focus on just enjoying each other without 'bum stuff' and I will show you it can be everything we need." Clint pouted a little. "Fine... But we're gonna do bum stuff again, right?" "Of course we will." Despite knowing they would on occasion try anal, Kent had the feeling that things were changing with his little lover boy. He didn't know where that would lead, but he was going to make sure Clint understood he was loved, no matter what. ***** Brandon gloated as the Brothers marched into the Welsh residence, "Oh man, I just can't... You should've seen Ralph's FACE, Ryder." "I wish I was there!" his gradeschool boyfriend said. Scott, arm around Santi's shoulders, looked not so certain. "I didn't know that guy was giving you a bad time." "Well, he won't anymore," Santi said with a tiny smile, his dark eyes twinkling, "thanks to Russell." Their Mormon friend shrugged, looking both pleased and embarrassed by the attention. "I just pointed out to him that Elder Abernathy had delivered a sermon on how violence was not the answer and how he wouldn't take kindly to hearing that Ralph was already ignoring the lesson. I guess Ralph has faced our bishop's wrath before..." Brandon doubled over with laughter. "His face! Oh fuck, I wish I had a picture." Clint giggled. "Superhero Russell to the rescue!" Brandon said offhandedly, "Using his magic underwear... hey, ya, which ain't magic at all." He gave Russell a friendly nudge. "Huh?" Clint giggled, trying to figure out the joke. "I found out from Dixon those Mormon temple garments're only worn by adults who're endowed." Ryder giggled. "Endowed." With a light blush, Russell explained, "Endowed means the person went through sacred rituals, which our religion calls ordinances. It's true, children don't actually wear temple garments. But my mom's such a religious freak she figures all boys come from the devil, mainly because of my older brothers in our family. So she's secretly made us put on underwear that resemble temple garments to keep us pure." "Well, she ain't doin' a good job of keeping you THAT," Brandon chuckled. "Speaking of..." Ryder said suggestively. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, what're ya doin'?" asked Scott as Santi kneaded his shoulders. "I am treating my boyfriend to a sensual massage," said the soft-spoken Latino. Brandon scoffed good naturedly, "C'mon. A massage can't be that good." "Try it!" Scott insisted as he moved Santi's fingers over onto Brandon's shoulders. "Phhht, seriously, no. It - ooooohhhhhhhhhh, how're you doing that?" Brandon's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. "Ryder, you gotta try this." Santi also worked his magic on the spiky blond boy's shoulders. "It is all in how you manipulate the muscle." "Gosssssshhhhhhh Almightyyyyyyyyyyy," Ryder purred. "That. Is. Solid. State!" Santi smiled. "I could show you all how to do it." Within seconds, the Brothers had their shirts off and were paired up to learn from the romantic boy how to position and press their fingers into shoulders and backs, transporting them all to a world of total relaxation. Russell, being older, had figured he'd be the one doing the massage, but Clint had insisted on giving him the "hero treatment." So Russell got comfortable on the floor and relaxed as the middle Welsh brother, at Santi's direction, worked his muscles over. "Ohhh, that's so good," the Mormon boy sighed. Santi smiled over at him as he massaged his boyfriend's shoulders, which were noticeably more muscular. He then appraised his students. "Very good, Clint, that looks like the right amount of pressure." Brandon still couldn't believe how awesome it felt with just fingertips pressed into his skin. Pleasing his dick was the main option on the menu. And, in fact, he was chubbing every so often. But mostly he was starting to appreciate the new feelings of pleasure moving through his body. The raven-haired pitcher sighed, "H-How've we not MMMMMM done this before, boyfriend?" "I dunno," Ryder replied. "But it's real good, isn't it?" "Ahhhhhhh, more than good. It... It's like I'm coming, but in slo-mo." Guilt gnawed at Brandon in that somehow he'd been cheating the two of them of something special together. Clint asked, "How's your massage?" Russell groaned. "Yeeeaaahhhhhh, I'm all lightheaded." "Good, 'cause I wasn't sure I was doing it right," Clint began. "I mean, my fingers're smaller and I-" Brandon stated flatly, "Runt, he don't need your blabbermouth, just your hands." Scott said with a dopey smile, "Woooooowwww, Santiiiiiiiii..." "It is pleasing you, mi amor?" Santi smiled, knowing the answer. "Dude, it'd be solid state if you did this after every game." Santi whispered into his lover's ear, "Your wish is my command." Russell said, "Ok, let's switch." "You sure?" Clint asked. "Yeah, you deserve some attention." Clint let out a moan of delight as the Mormon boy massaged his narrow shoulders. "So nice..." Brandon noticed the switch in massagers and started to get up, but Ryder pushed him back down again. "Nuh-uh, you're getting spoiled and that's all there is to it." "Mmmm... Well, ok," the pitcher mumbled. "Now, Brothers," Santi instructed, "use your knuckles and knead the muscle like you would if it were dough." "I don't bake," Ryder said with a smirk. "There you go," Santi said to Russell, "rock your knuckles gently." "Boy, oh boy, oh boy," Clint groaned, "this is like getting a sugar high from candy." The youngest Welsh brother, Dixon, walked in on the massage session. He turned to seven-year- old Christian who'd entered with him. "Geez, they're being weird again, let's go to my room." Russell smiled at his little brother, who was looking over his shoulder like he wanted to stay and learn but had to be a good friend to Dixon and leave the big boys to do their stuff. Suddenly concerned about rumors spreading at his school, Scott asked, "Uh, Brandon, we don't hafta, like, worry 'bout your lil bro, do we?" "Don't worry," Brandon assured, "Dixon talks a big game, but he knows not to cross me." "And I help with that too," Clint boasted. Brandon added for good measure, "He's also scared of ya, Scott, so you got nothin' to worry about." Santi jumped in. "Brothers, concentrate on your massages." Plenty of sighs and moans followed. ***** "Uh! Unnn!" Ryder grunted. "Ohhh..." The Little felt his Big whisper into his ear: "You were more innocent during this part." Ryder changed his tone, suddenly unsure about being penetrated by the adult penis. "K-Kent. Y- Your wiener's against my bum hole." Kent said, "Loser has to be fucked by the winner." The two were in the den acting out another of Kent's J.O. fantasies, which had begun with a wrestling lesson in their singlets. More than a year ago, Kent had actually tried to give Ryder a grappling lesson, but in his confession last summer he'd explained how he had to cut it short on account of his dick getting hard. After Ryder had been picked up by his mom, Kent had whipped out the lotion and tissues and imagined continuing the session in singlets and helping the Little lose his virginity. Ryder loved being pounded by Kent, and it was a challenge to pretend he wasn't sure about receiving a dick up his ass. Kent was enjoying this particular fantasy. It was sweet how Ryder wanted to relive their past as if they'd been up to sexy shenanigans since the beginning. Though the man wouldn't change anything about how his relationship with Ryder had gone, these little "what if" games were fun. "Who's my brave boy?" Kent asked while gently nudging his dick past the preteen's ring. "I - I am..." "Who?" "I... am..." Of course, the 11-year-old bottom was used to it by now, but Kent would never forget taking the beloved youngster's cherry. Ryder squeaked as Kent pushed in a bit deeper, stretching him open. Gosh Almighty, was this ever sexy! Both Ryder and Kent were bare chested and barefoot, with their singlets dangling from their waists. "Oooooohhhhhh, Big, I... I got a funny tingle." Ryder could sense Kent's breaths deepen, experiencing a rush at living out what the closeted boylover could only masturbate to. "Mmmmnnnn... That means my Little enjoys having a cock up inside him." "K-Kent, thank you f-for the wrestling l-lesson - hhhhuuuunnnhhhhhhh..." "I'm going to teach you how to OOOOHHHH YEAAHHH enjoy getting pounded by a man." It was clear to Ryder that his Big Brother was losing himself in the fantasy, having skipped over a slow introduction and thrusting harder. Kent got his Little into the doggy-style position so he could start fucking him in long, deep strokes. Ryder's moans of delight were not at all faked, which only made it hotter. Because of course in the man's fantasies, after being penetrated like this, the boy would find he craved it. "Feels so good," Kent grunted. "You're my sexy, wonderful Little and I love being with you." "Uhn... M-Me too... Ohhhh, Big Brother... You're going so hard!" "Well, you're so hot I can't help myself." Determined to make this fantasy last, Ryder relaxed his chute so that Kent could ride him for hours. "I... I was h-hoping you'd be g-gay like me," stammered the blond preteen. "Fffffffff... Now that we both know what we are," Kent grunted, "I'll be wrestling and fucking you every chance I get." "Ooooooooh, Kent, you said a bad word-" "Fuuuuuuuck, I'm coming, Rydeerrrrrrrrr... HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Ryder was startled at the enema-strength squirts firing up his guts! He hadn't been prepared for Kent to peak so soon. Without wasting a single second, the gradeschooler grabbed at the tent in his singlet to jerk himself to a quick and dirty dry cum! Kent and Ryder cuddled up afterwards, smiling happily at each other. They still did other things for their Big and Little days, but both of them liked having these sort of dates with just the two of them in bed. "You musta really liked that one," Ryder panted. "You went so hard." "Hmm? Oh, sorry, was it too much?" Ryder giggled. "You're silly. You know I like it like that." "Oh, ok." Kent's smile returned. "Just don't want you to ever think you can't say to go easy or slow down if you need to. Even when we're playing these fantasy games." Ryder delivered a friendly punch to the man's arm. "Since when've I ever said to go easy or slow? Hee hee heeeeeeeee..." "Well, I'm just being careful not to overdo the fantasy." "But for serious, you shot way fast. Thought it was, like, pre-nature jackulation." "Heh, premature ejaculation, doofus." Now more sensitive to his Big's needs, Ryder asked if there was anything going on. He was surprised to learn Kent was easing off on intercourse with Clint. It didn't make much sense to Ryder, who by the end of summer was able to let his ex-boyfriend long dick and couldn't get enough of anal. "I mean, Clint's a year younger," said Ryder, "but he's getting to be as big as me, so he should be able to take it." "It's not about being able to take it, doofus. It's about enjoying it." "That's what I meant!" Ryder insisted. Kent shrugged one shoulder. "Not everyone likes it. Brandon doesn't get penetrated by anyone but me, you notice. And with me I think he's getting something else out of it... Anyway, the point is, Clint is just different. And that's ok." "Maybe he needs more practice. Brandon won't mind helping with that AT ALL," Ryder said with a grin. "No, just leave it - and Clint - alone. Like I said to the boy, it's fine. I mean, he has a mouth like a Hoover vacuum, so..." Kent smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood. Ryder giggled. "I'm gonna need to 'stablish some Brotherhood rules, though. I mean, Santi's all 'oh, I'm saving myself for marriage' and now Clint's being kind of a baby... No one else gets in who isn't ready for my Big to pound their butt!" The sixth grader burst out laughing to show he wasn't being at all serious and Kent gave him a gentle noogie. "I love you, doofus." ***** Santi did not get football. It wasn't that he didn't understand the game. His abuela was a big fan and had taught him all about it. Unfortunately, the hopes she'd had for his future in the NFL went up in smoke the day BEACH BALL aired. So the Hispanic boy could actually follow what was happening on the field, he just found it boring. Or mostly boring, really, because watching Scott give the other team a thrashing was enough to help him focus. Santi cheered alongside Ryder and Russell and the Welsh brothers as the quarterback dodged around beefy middleschool boys and raced into the end zone, scoring the Sharks another touchdown. The buzzer rang out, signaling half-time. Santi smiled to himself and slipped away from his friends. He had a rendezvous to keep. Scott received pats on the back from his teammates. But the praise he appreciated the most was, of course, from Kent. "Whaddja think, coach?" "That if you keep it up, we'll win state for sure." Scott fished for his stress gadget in his pocket, then realized it wasn't there since he was still in uniform. "Um, so, I got a - lil date with..." The smile from Kent put him at ease. "Don't worry, fidget spinner, I'll cover for you with the team. Just make sure no one sees you." "Thanks, coach! The Brothers're helpin' me out with that." Scott knew he was in the club after Kent gave him a nickname - fidget spinner. It felt good to belong to something that made sense to how he was. Also, it felt good knowing he was gonna be kissing those sweet Spanish lips. The diversion was all set when Scott reached the bleachers. Almost half the town packed the seats, since the Sharks were decimating all the other middleschool teams. That meant plenty of eyes on Scott. Suddenly, though, the quarterback was surrounded by the Brothers and a quick exit was formed so that he could disappear underneath the bleachers unseen. "Mi amor," Santi said with a smile. "You are my sexy jock." "C'mere and gimme some sugar." Scott kissed the boy and his heart melted. Santi swooned. He'd never understood what the term "weak at the knees" meant until that moment. Feeling his boyfriend's strong arms around him, that hard body against his, it sent his head spinning. This was even better than the scene in BEACH BALL, when Antonio Cruz's character snuck off to make out with his girlfriend, the blonde cheerleader. In their case, the straight TV couple had to keep their romance a secret because the cheerleader's parents didn't want her dating a Latino, whereas Scott and Santi had to keep their relationship secret because the town wouldn't accept two boys together. "You are playing very well," Santi praised when they took a breather. Scott grinned from ear to ear. "Well, I wanna, um, y' know... I mean, you're here watchin'." Santi smiled up at him. "Well, if you were hoping to impress me, mi amor, you have succeeded..." And then Scott was kissing him again and the Hispanic lover's heart fluttered. His partner wasn't the most articulate boy in their grade, but he had other ways of expressing himself. Ryder leaned against Brandon and held in a squeal. "This is so romantic, it's like that Shakespeare story." "Which one?" Brandon asked. "ROMEO AND JULIET," Russell answered. "'Cept it's Romeo and Romeo," Clint giggled. Brandon socked his friend on the arm. "And for Russ it'd be Romeo and Juliet and Romeo." "Hey," Ryder blurted, "how's it going with Hudson?" Russell sighed dreamily. "He went to a medieval fair and streamed it live, so it was as if we'd gone to it together." "You need Clint to pinch hit again?" Brandon asked without finding out if his little bro was ok with being used as a sex doll. Before Clint could protest, Ryder jumped in. "Kent's gotten busy on his butt, so he's outta commission." "Guess I'll just hafta pimp out my boyfriend," Brandon chuckled. "Sh," Russell warned and they waited for a pack of straights to pass by. Once the coast was clear, Ryder didn't even flinch. "I'd be honored to, like, be your Hudson bottom." Clint nodded. "He's coming." The Brothers gathered into a tight knot to allow Scott to duck in without raising any suspicion. Ryder smirked. "So how was it?" Scott said with a blush, "Ya-no, it was solid state." Brandon chuckled, "It's lookin' pretty solid state." The Brothers laughed and waited for the boner in Scott's pants to disappear so that the protective cup could naturally lower back down against his body. ***** With one very obvious exception, Kent avoided lying to the parents of his boys. Dishonesty was not something he was comfortable with and it set a bad example as a teacher. However, the Brothers had begged, pleaded and cajoled Kent to see the new Antonio Cruz movie and only he could take them. Since it was rated R, there was no way Mrs. Young would say yes and even Ms. Strauss was a longshot. The boys had been so good lately that he figured they deserved a treat. Scott was settling into his relationship with Santi, even openly making out in front of the group. It was so adorable watching their feelings blossom. Ryder had come over for another little roleplay session, and the two had acted out a fun alternative on their first time together where Kent had been the one to visit Ryder in the night. And Clint was going along with Kent's plan, which was a relief. His sexy young boyfriend did seem more relaxed now that they had restricted their lovemaking to oral. Sure, Kent longed to bang that sexy little behind, but only if the fifth grader enjoyed it. Brandon said in the backseat, "Ten bucks says we at least get a shot of his butt." Santi argued, though mildly, "I keep telling you, he's too young. Plus, he has made a purity pledge." The dark-skinned boy was clearly too excited to get drawn into a debate. Russell, glancing up from a text, let out a little laugh. "Hudson's saying he hates us all for going to see the movie without him." Ryder chuckled. "Ya, well, I bet he'll still suck our dicks when we see him next." Brandon smirked. "'Specially if teach tells him to." Scott, no longer shocked by these things, glanced over at Russell. "Your boyfriend likes bein' told what to do?" Russell blushed. "You have no idea." Clint smiled up at Kent. "I still don't get what the big deal is. I mean, sure, he's kinda sexy, but not as much as you." The man squeezed his partner's knee. "Thanks, love." Ryder was excited beyond anything as Kent and the Brothers all got popcorn and water (soda and even juice were out since Kent had insisted on at least some healthiness). Even though it was lame not to be out of the closet, it was kinda fun that all these secret dates were happening right under the noses of these people who thought their own ways were the only way. Affection was shown with hands on backs, or shoulders pressed against shoulders, or knees lightly touching legs. It was like YOU WON'T LET US BE US, THEN WE'LL BE US ANYWAY. "Thanks again, Big, for taking everybody," Ryder said with a smile. "I'm actually looking forward to this movie," answered Kent. "No, it's just cool you do all this for us." "Honestly, it makes me happy." The Brothers took up a section and applauded when DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT was finally shown after all the commercials and previews. About 10 minutes into the movie, Ryder whispered, "Is that... Is that really Antonio?" "I think... so," Brandon whispered back. "He's nothing like he is in BEACH BALL." "Dude's still hot." "I know, but, whoa, I feel real bad for his character." Kent hadn't expected much from the movie and he wasn't really into indie fare. Also, and while he knew better than to say this aloud, he was not really sure Cruz was good enough to take on the lead in such a film. But Kent was proven absolutely wrong on every level. The movie was completely hypnotic, drawing him in with both its pathos and its truth. Antonio Cruz put everything, absolutely everything, into the role. It feel like they, the audience, were right there in the teen's world. Looking over at his boys, Kent could see they were enraptured - well, maybe not Clint, but the others for sure. Santi was on the edge of his seat, eyes unblinking at the screen. The language was coarse, but it was nothing the boys weren't familiar with. There were a few references to crack cocaine that merited a discussion at some point to make sure everyone understood there was nothing glamorous about the drug scene. Though, really, the movie did a pretty good job of showing that on its own. And there was a fairly racy scene where Cruz's character had a threeway with the female lead and her boyfriend. The guys never touched on screen, but it was still a bold choice, especially for a young actor starting out. "I know what Russ' favorite scene will be," Brandon murmured and Ryder kicked him. Kent also threw the brash pitcher a look and the eldest Welsh brother quieted down. For Santi the experience was a revelation! He saw his hero in a completely new light. The safe bubblegum image that had been created for Antonio burst that night to reveal the reality of what it meant to be a human being. A silence hung over the group while exiting the theater, but each boy was absorbing the harrowing, gritty, cathartic journey of Antonio Cruz's musician character. There was none of the joking and dirty talk that was part and parcel of the Brotherhood. Instead Santi knew the boys were filled with admiration for their hero. It was as if Antonio had drawn them into a dark tunnel and catapulted them into the light. "Wow," Ryder said. "Ya, wow," Brandon echoed. "Oh man," Scott said. "I'll never look at Antonio the same way ever again," Russell observed. "What about you, sweet pepper?" Kent asked a mute Santi. "I'm at a loss for words," Santi replied. Something else had ignited within the Latino boy. Not in his heart or in his brain. But in his loins. The raw sexuality so brazenly portrayed by Antonio Cruz made Santi understand at last what was fueling the Brotherhood - and what Scott had hinted at in the throes of their romantic kisses. Sex. Being gay was more than knowing what to wear, what to cook, and what to decorate with. And it was more than intimate gestures and sensual touching. Santi turned to his boyfriend and whispered, "Mi amor, please make love to me tonight..." Scott's mouth went dry and his brain seized up. "Ya, uh-huh," he said like a hopeless dweeb. This was the thing about being popular that the boy really hated. It was like everyone figured since you were at the top of the middleschool food chain you somehow had the game cheat codes that helped you not be a total and complete fail. Scott knew football. That was in his blood. Not being a tongue-tied dork? There was no hall pass for that. If Santi went, "I want to make love to you," in that impossibly sexy voice of his, it would've been worlds different. Shyeah, Santi had almost made Scott shoot his wad just from a MASSAGE, so the guy obviously knew what he was doing. The quarterback understood sex was something he SHOULD know how to do. But like with a lot of things in his life, that was a lesson he'd apparently slept through. His brain tangled up in a mess of horniness, eagerness and terror, just like that time his jockstrap fell around his ankles and tripped him up. Like, where would they do it? He wasn't sure if his dad was home tonight, and he had no idea if Santi had any privacy. And did they need condiments? He'd heard Sergio in the locker room talk about how you had to have those to get laid. The quarterback had meant to ask Kent about all this stuff but hadn't found a way to do that without it being majorly embarrassing. Now here he was... Lost... Kent leaned in and said, softly, "You can use the bedroom, stud. It's fine." Scott blinked. Kent was going to let the two boys use the bedroom? With Kent's bed? They were going to have sex in Kent's bed? The look on Scott's face made it clear this didn't help ease his panic one bit. Kent gave him that reassuring smile he always did at games when Scott doubted hisself but his coach knew he could pull out the win. Right... He could do this. Probably. Brandon entered teach's apartment and smirked when Ryder whispered, "I think Santi and Scott are gonna get some." For some reason the Welsh sex machine didn't simply grab and french his boyfriend, which was totally their thing. Instead he squeezed his blond cutie's hand and led him gently to the couch. Brandon watched teach guide the quarterback and the singer to the bedroom while the other Brothers gathered in the den. Ryder gave a nudge. "We can, like, totally fuck while the two of them pop each other's cherry." What came out of Brandon's mouth surprised even himself. "I just wanna caress your cheek and tell you how much you mean to me." "Huh?" "You're pretty special to me, kid." "Well, prove it. Pound my brains out." "I just wanna stare deep into your eyes." Suddenly, Brandon could see the cheeks of his boyfriend redden. And he could feel a blush come to his own face. "Let's kiss," Brandon insisted. "O. Kay..." Ryder replied. Kent had a hand on each boy's shoulders as Scott and Santi entered the bedroom. He could feel the tremors running through them, but it was a natural part of this special moment the couple was about to share. "You two can take as long as you want," Kent assured them. "No one will bother you, I promise." "Uh... 'kay," Scott said. "The lube is in the nightstand, if you need it. Just remember the Brotherhood rule - no one has to do anything they don't want to do or aren't comfortable with." "Of course, mi hermoso mentor," Santi said with a sparkle in his eye. The Hispanic youth began to dance slowly, the same moves he had used back when he'd first tried to seduce Kent. It was even sexier now, because the boy's confidence had only grown over the last several weeks. "Um..." Kent licked his lips. "If you, uh, need anything, I'll..." He watched Santi slide his skin- tight shirt off his narrow chest. "I'll, uh, be in the other room..." Santi's tongue slid out from between his lips as he gazed up at the muscular man. "You can't leave us now. We need our teacher more than ever." Kent gaped at him. "You... What?" The effeminate boy's hips swayed and circled as he undid the buttons on his pants. He glanced over at Scott, who was staring wide eyed in helpless fascination. "I want to... Like Antonio in the movie..." Santi smiled seductively at his boyfriend. "Wouldn't it be fun to have Kent show us how to love each other?" Scott stared slack jawed. "Uhhhhh... Like with coach here?... With us?" "Si, like Antonio the experienced lover showing the two virgins the art of carnal knowledge." "He taught them about a carnival?" Suddenly, Scott felt coach's hand on his back and even though it was soft-like, the eighth grader got a jolt even stronger than being tackled on the football field. "Don't worry, fidget spinner," said Kent like a whisper. "If you want to be alone with sweet pepper, just say the word. Your first time needs to be special." "Well, I ain't sayin' you bein' here ain't special... It's actually... kinda cool." Scott noticed his jeans tenting something fierce. And Santi's seemed to be doing it too. And, yow, coach's was like a piece of rebar stuck down his pants! "Would you kiss me, novio?" asked Santi. Scott leaned down and necked with the Latino hottie. Slowly, his clothes were being removed. At first Scott thought it was just one pair of hands doing it... but then he realized it was two! Both Santi and coach were stripping him. Dang, it was solid state! Kent had not expected this and was completely unprepared for it, emotionally or mentally. He had to work to keep his own horniness tamped down so as to do what was best for these boys instead of what his dick was aching to do. He was not going to repeat the mistake of putting his needs first. It was a true test of willpower, though, because Santi and Scott were now naked with him in his bedroom. He'd lusted for his QB for months and Santi had driven him crazy with his little seduction sessions. Being here with them both for their first time was making him painfully hard. Once Santi broke the kiss with his boyfriend, he turned and, with a coy look, brought Kent in for a kiss that sent fireworks off in the man's brain. The sweet boy had been upping his kissing game since the last time the two of them had touched lips. "Will you please get naked, mi hermoso mentor?" Kent again glanced at Scott. Despite the look of shock, the blond boy was also staring straight at his coach's crotch in a way that left no room for doubt. The muscular PE teacher slipped out of his clothes while Santi led his lover over to the bed for more kisses and caresses. Santi felt free of the puritanism of his idealistic gay passion. Once again his idol Antonio had shown the path by revealing the raw underside of sex as an expression of desire and sensuality. Fueling the poetic lyrics, the dancing body, the fabulous wardrobe was the animal need to touch one another without reserve. The seventh grader knew he'd unleashed a kindred spirit when his athletic lover sported the same look of lust. That desire was also present in their teacher's eyes, yet it was mature and contained. Certainly, the two virgins needed his guidance. Santi asked, "What do we do, Kent?" Clint was surprised when the bedroom door had clicked shut. Which was weird, because of course Kent was totally going to bang Scott and Santi at some point. The preteen boyfriend just hadn't figured it would be right then, and with Brandon being all weird with Ryder, and Ryder being all tongue-tied back, he found himself feeling left out. Russell sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. "I guess they wanted Big to share their special night?" "Uh-huh, ya, totally not a big deal and I don't even care, really, I just was thinking we'd all have fun out here and now he's in there and he's probably gonna fuck both of 'em since he's only had his gusher today and that's totally fine, 'cause he's really good at it, and I bet they'll really like it and he likes it when boys really like it, so it's all fine." Russell took a moment to absorb the whirlwind of words. "I've never seen you jealous before." Clint pulled his jawbreaker out of his pocket and started sucking on it while giving Russell a pouty look. "I'm not jealous. Why would I be? Kent can do everyone and he still loves me, I know that. It's just..." "Just what?" Russell asked. "Just... We stopped doing that... You know, the butt stuff. Because it doesn't make me feel all wow-y like it does you guys and Kent doesn't wanna if I don't like it, and I told him it's fine, but he won't and what if he likes them more 'cause they like it when he does that to them?" Russell kissed the top of Clint's head. "Don't worry, Brother. Even if Hudson didn't want me to f... to... to fuck him, I would still want him to be my boyfriend." The Mormon boy noticed the look of earnestness in the Welsh boy's eyes. A familiar look. His little brother, Christian, would stare up with the same need for approval or comfort or affection. "Y-You're not just saying that?" "I mean it. Hudson is special to me. And I know Kent's there for all the Brothers, but he really does care about you, Clint. He wants you to do what feels good, not what everybody else is doing." A fierce hug is what Russell received in return. But the blond middleschooler had gotten braver since his time in the Brotherhood. And he knew exactly what would make the younger Brother happy. "Wanna suck me off and get a good helping of my spurt?" "Really?! 'Kay!" With a contented sigh, Russell sat back while Clint unbuttoned his fly and proceeded to give him a very satisfying blowjob. Kent found himself in between the two youths on the bed. He made out with Santi some more and then turned to Scott, who was flushed with excitement. "May I kiss you?" the coach asked. "Oh, ya, uh-huh!" was the quarterback's enthusiastic response. Kent brought Scott in for a long and heated kiss. The sexy boy's tremors of nervousness had evolved into jitters of excitement. It was typical of the 12-year-old team captain. He tended to worry if given too much time to mull over something, but once on the field he would slip right into the zone. As Kent ran his hands over the two smooth bodies, Scott and Santi made out on the bed. It still wasn't entirely clear what the couple wanted from him, so he was going to proceed carefully. Kent took Scott's hand and placed it on Santi's impressive erection. He then took the Hispanic youth's hand and wrapped it around the footballer's stiff rod. Slowly stroking each other, the couple moaned and kissed more fervently. Scott thought doing sex stuff with another boy was wrong... for only two more seconds before those fingers of Santi's made his boner tingle. He wouldn't've dared do any of this if coach wasn't giving them the plays. "Ya-no, this is goooooood." "Mi amorrrrrrrrr..." "Oooohhhhh - hhhhhhhnnnnnn..." Scott jolted again, this time with the sudden and unexpected grab-ass. Sure, the quarterback was used to the sneak-attack fondle in the locker room, only it was supposed to be harsh and quick. But here it was all rubby and slowy. The young athlete heard Santi purr, "Mmmmmm, Kent." Scott broke the kiss and eyeballed coach running his fingers on their butts. Kent explained, "This also feels good to do." Scott groaned. With their other hands, both him and Santi did the rubby, slowy grab-ass. And shyeah, it was pretty good. Santi leaned his head back, eyelashes aflutter. "Dios mio, the sweet spot, is it not?" The Hispanic boy mewled as fingertips tickled the forbidden depths - radiating from the button nub an endless series of pleasurable tendrils. How disconnected he had been from his body that such welcome sensations were unknown to him. But like Antonio in the film, Kent was their guide in the true art of lovemaking. No fumbling, no misunderstandings, no disappointments. Big would ensure the journey to gay manhood would be true and memorable. "I ache for your touch," Santi whimpered. "Ya-no, it's awesome," Scott groaned. "Thank you, Kent." "Whoa, coach! Now I know why they call you 'Big.'" Both middleschoolers gazed at the dick between the man's legs that to Santi's eyes was as large as a donkey's. Kent said pointedly, "This is about you two. Why don't you kiss again?" Santi joined lips with Scott, his heart beating in his ribcage. The lovers kissed with abandon like the young couple in DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT. This was it. The moment. It felt right. Santi sighed, "Take me, mi amor." He squeaked when Scott wrapped him in a tight embrace. "No, Scott... I mean... Make me a man." An odd occurrence followed - Scott was blinking like he didn't understand. The blond athlete said, "Oh, I thought'cha were gonna do ME." Kent very nearly chuckled, but managed to restrain himself. It was such a cute moment. He was as surprised as Santi by Scott's statement, but like he'd been telling Clint lately, all boys are different. Santi continued to gape at his partner. "But... But you're a sporty boy... You're captain of the team..." "Well, you're the one that knows all 'bout this lovey-dovey stuff," Scott said, looking uncomfortable. "I figgered ya would... um..." The quarterback's fingers twitched like he was playing with his fidget spinner, which of course was in the pocket of his jeans on the floor. "Boys... Don't worry about it. Some couples don't do anal at all," Kent said, feeling a weird sense of d‚j... vu. "You two could just suck each other. I'm sure you'll enjoy that." Santi glanced at Kent then at Scott. "But we... I..." For once, the Hispanic boy was at a loss. "Scott, what do you want?" "Huh? Me? Ya-no, I, um..." Kent soothed the couple. "It's all right. Here, Santi, lie back. There you go. Now, Scott, lie here and give his cock a few licks." The boys arranged themselves at his direction and the young jock leaned in to get his very first taste of dick. Scott was surprised to see a woodie up so close. What made it weirder was how much bigger Santi was. Like, an inch longer maybe, and Scott thought his own was big enough for his age. Maybe one day his boyfriend would get as horsecockish as coach. But Santi's was hairless, and even Scott was starting to get some turf on his own. It seemed everybody was waiting for Scott to go for it. So he gave the woodie a quick lick. "Ooohhhhhh..." "Shoot, did I hurt it?" "Noooo, it felt good." "Okie-doke." Kent leaned in a little. "Slower, fidget spinner, like you're licking ice cream but also you're not in any hurry." "Got it, coach." Scott stuck out his tongue and lapped slower. Santi sighed, "Muuuuuuuuch betterrrrrrrrrr..." "Really, good?" "Don't stop, Scott." "What about this?" Grinning, Scott took the woodie into his mouth and sucked and licked. Kent smiled as Santi breathed out a string of Spanish words. The man was content to see the Latino boy so satisfied, so lost in the ecstasy of making love with his boyfriend. This was the core of Kent's private, personal mission. To make sure the gay boys in this backwards, conservative town had a safe place to experience these pleasures. "Ya-no, you're so... I mean, I wanna say beautiful," Scott murmured. "Is that ok? I don't mean, like, girly beautiful, but like, sorta, um, like those Greek statues." Santi panted heavily, eyes closed to slits. "Si, mi amor, you are beautiful as well..." The young quarterback smiled and looked at Kent with an expression of dazed happiness. "Am I doin' it right, coach?" Kent nodded and stroked the tween's hair in approval. "It sounds as if you are." Looking unusually shy, Scott gave him a coy look through his blond bangs. "Maybe ya wanna help me out here? Show me some moves?" He licked his lips. "Would'ja like that, memor?" Santi sighed, "Perhaps our guide shall apply his art on you, while you do the same to me." "Is that what you want?" Kent prompted. "Whassat?" Scott asked. "Santi's suggesting I suck your cock while you suck his." "Shyeah, ok." Santi ignored the lack of grand romance and eloquence and refinement; instead, he surrendered to brute male lust. "Oooohhhh, suck me, Scott." All at once, Santi felt the lips of his lover clamp down. A heavy groan reverberated all around Santi's member. The Latino lad understood their teacher was introducing Scott to the joys of oral pleasure. Kent was, of course, more than happy to give Scott's dick some loving attention. He slid his tongue up and down the pulsing shaft, making the footballer tremble with excitement. He hadn't planned to get this involved, but the tween pair seemed into it so he saw no reason to hold back. Scott whimpered around Santi's fat cock as his coach swallowed his shaft to the base. Slurping noises mixed with high-pitched whines of pleasure as the two boys experienced sex for the very first time. Kent added his own gasp when Santi's tongue lapped up the precum spilling from his throbbing erection. The man didn't want to pause what he was doing with Scott, so he just shifted to allow the Hispanic youth better access. Scott was way past WHOA! Coach - the well-built dude taking their team to victory - was naked and sexting - well, not sexting 'cause that's what you did with a phone, but whatever - he was beejing Scott's dick while getting his own dick beejed by Santi. Solid state! And what was that?! Shyeeeaaahhhh, coach was getting all gentle-grab-assy on Scott's crack. That felt extra good. Scott tried to hold back but it was too intense. He blew his load into Kent's mouth, then that got Santi to fire blanks into his mouth. "Ooohhhhhh, wowie wow wowwwwwww..." The blond quarterback flopped down on coach's bed - whew, they were in coach's bed! - with his tongue dangling. "Couldn't hold back, guys, I'm totally into this." Kent smiled as Santi cuddled up, a beatific smile on his face. Scott spooned behind his boyfriend, one arm over both of them, looking utterly blissed out. The coach hadn't seen the athlete look so happy since maybe winning that one game against the regional champs. The couple was just gorgeous, the very picture of boyhood in bloom. "Scott, mi amor, that was... I do not know a word in English or Spanish for it, but it was beyond amazing." Scott grinned from ear to ear. "Ya-no, totally solid state." "I do not know what that means, but yes, it was wonderful. I... I would still like to feel... I want... I want to be penetrated, mi amor." "Oh... Ah, um, I just... I mean, I just shot and... Uh..." Scott looked to his coach for help. Kent said emphatically, "As I said, no one has to do anything they don't want to do." "Si, mi hermoso mentor," Santi said. "I was wondering... If Scott doesn't mind... Would you make me a man, Kent?" Kent stopped breathing for a second. His eyes flicked from Santi to Scott, worried this was going to set off some sort of jealousy fit. His sweet team captain surprised him, though, by just smiling in delight. "That's a great idea!" Scott kissed Santi's shoulder. "Can I, um, stay? Touch ya an' stuff while he, uh, ya know... does, ya know with, uh, ya know?" Santi giggled a little and then rolled around to kiss his boyfriend. "Please do." Many a night, the caramel-skinned boy with bluish-black hair had imagined his consummation with the star quarterback. Being taken in the muscled arms, kissing those velvety lips with abandon, relishing in the gentle penetration of his sweetest depths, and at last being christened with sweet immature seed. Never would Santi have even considered that Scott might be more interested in... what was the term in English again?... bottoming. But DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT had opened Santi's mind to new and unexpected adventures under the sheets. Even though the Brothers had been guarded in their talk on sexual matters, Santi had figured out that some if not all had crossed the passage into manhood with Kent's seminal fluid. And so Santi threw his limited preconceptions and obstinate fantasies out the window. He welcomed Kent as their sexual god who'd come down from the heavens to make boys into men. Santi murmured, "Take me, Kent. I need... your cock... and your cum." Kent almost pinched himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He'd certainly had fantasies about doing this with the romantic kid, but those were more or less relegated to the shelf of idle dreams that would never be. But here Kent was, naked with the Latino cutie and his boyfriend. The jock's life really was a strange and magical journey. Santi cooed and moaned into Scott's mouth as Kent prepped the little rosebud for penetration. By now, the man was something of an expert on how to make sure all of the boys' first time was everything they would ever want it to be. Unhurriedly Kent kissed and nuzzled the back of Santi's neck while coaxing the tight opening to relax. At one point, he and Scott locked eyes and the burning lust in the quarterback's eyes made the coach's dick harden even more. "It might hurt a little at first, sweet pepper," Kent warned as he rolled the youth onto his back. Santi looked up at him, breathtakingly beautiful, a small smile on his face. "You could never hurt me, my mentor." Kent captured the boy's lips for a fierce, loving kiss and then moved his slender legs back and apart. The muscular teacher positioned his lubed dick at his student's puckered hole and gave a slight push, easing the head inside. Scott was prepared for any tackle on the football field - but not the cry of pleasure from Santi's mouth. He broke the kiss and with huge eyes watched Kent's rod start to pork his boyfriend. "Coach, whoa..." "More, please, Kent." Scott rubbed a fingertip on Santi's nipple while kneeling to see where shaft met hole. "Solid state, coach." Scott's own boner felt pretty dang good - there was Santi giving him a beej. "This is, like, ya-no, fuck." The young blond gazed up at Kent. So wild to realize such a macho dude was gay. It made it all normal. This was almost like on the field, when the quarterback would look to coach for approval on a play. Now it was all, like, WE DOIN' GAY SEX, RIGHT? Scott got a lightning-bolt tingle when they locked eyes. No need for words, it just seemed right. Player and P.E. teacher kissed. Pretty gentle. Then rough when Scott proved he could take it. Kent groaned in bliss. They were all three of them connected. It was incredibly sexy and yet also beautiful. He was so lucky the couple wanted him to be a part of their first time. The man moved his hips back and forward gently, working sweet pepper's tight hole open until he was able to get balls deep. The youth's cries of pleasure were even sexier when being muffled by Scott's hard cocklet between his lips. Kent's tongue tangled with the young jock's as they made out. The hesitation and uncertainty from the sweet blond boy had gone and now there was only hunger and lust. Snapping his hips forward, Kent picked up the pace to give Santi a nice, solid fuck. The boy's ecstatic cries grew louder, but he did not stop sucking on Scott's dick. After feeling the quarterback stiffen in climax and hearing Santi gulp down hot cum, Kent could hold back no more and shot his own load deep in the Latino lad's body. "Ohhhhhhhh, PERFECTO," Santi cooed, eyes glassy, lips upturned. "Daaannnnngggggg," Scott breathed while trading cocky grins with the adult hunk. "You enjoyed yourself, sweet pepper?" Kent asked after dismounting from the newly-made man. "So very much," Santi said with an effeminate grin. "Now it's time for you to do me, coach," Scott insisted. Santi winced a little at the uncouth words, but he was certain this wild beast could one day be tamed. For now, though, the Latino was able to appreciate the locker room of nudity and male bonding. Antonio had been primal in that pivotal threesome scene and Santi was intent on emulating his hero. The hopeless romantic cuddled up to his boyfriend with a loving smile. "Mi amor, I think our teacher needs some time to recover." He glanced over at Kent and his eyes widened. "Dios mio..." "I always knew coach was a stud," Scott said with a lusty smile while fixated on the jock's growing erection. Kent answered, "Scott, I'd be honored to lead you out of the gardens of virginity." Gratefully Santi looked up at Kent. Their guide instinctively understood the poetic experience that Santi had been seeking and it only reaffirmed why the man must fill them up with his seed. "Yes, mi amor, Kent will now take you through the rite of passage." "Right passage? You mean there's a wrong passage?" Scott asked but was then quieted by Santi's passionate kiss. Kent slid his hands over the quarterback's smooth body, feeling the developing muscles within. He prepped the blond boy with the same care and patience he had used with Santi, still utterly amazed this was actually happening. "Whoa," Scott gasped as the man's fingers probed deeper. "Wh-What was that...?" "A special place inside you, fidget spinner," Kent murmured into his ear. "You're going to love it when my dick is massaging it." "Si, novio, it is incredible," Santi agreed and brought Scott's lips back to his. Kent kept up the gentle probing until the squirming boy was truly ready to take it. Then he moved Scott onto all fours and got into position behind him. Santi scooted in front of his partner to look him in the face as the man eased his way inside. DANG, thought Scott, THIS IS LIKE LININ' UP IN FORMATION ON THE FIELD, 'CEPT I'M THE RECEIVER AND COACH IS QUARTERBACK. The 12-year-old footballer pretty much knew he wanted to be the bottom in bed, it was the place to be, and despite his nervousness it was because of Kent that it all seemed ok. "Bang me, but maybe not as hard at first..." Scott suggested. Kent replied, "Don't worry, Scott, I'll help you figure out how you like it." "Yaaaaaaaaaa-no, ooohhh, mmmmmmm..." Scott was an instant butt pirate, 'cos coach was plundering him with treasure, or however that went. Again, no words were needed, and thank geez, since the drilling was like rainbows comin' outta his ass. "Mi amor, is Kent bringing you pleasure?" "Ffffmmmnnnnnuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnn..." Every poke was making Scott's dick raging hard. It almost seemed like he came a third time. Then there was a fourth. A fifth. But it wasn't coming, it was like a come on top of a come without actually coming yet. Kent had thought of this moment so many times since meeting the hottie Scott St. James, but the reality was far beyond any fantasies. Sliding his dick in and out of the athlete's body, hearing those sweet moans and whimpers of pleasures, it was the sexiest thing in the world. Scott lowered his front down to his elbows so his butt was still high in the air. He took Santi's highschooler-sized dick between his lips and began sucking, shuddering in bliss. "I'm gonna go a little harder, fidget spinner," Kent told him. "You can tell me to go easier if you want." The man took hold of the small firm hips and began to drive in faster, which made the quarterback groan in pleasure. Soon, Kent was pounding hard, panting heavily as he rode the sexy young stud. "MmmmmMMMMMNNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." The tackling in Scott's ass was better than any in the history of sex. Coach was really giving it to him, but with all that conditioning on the field, Scott had no trouble getting reamed. The skewers on both ends made the blond feel like he was a spitroast, and he knew there was a name for this position, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was. All Scott cared about was he was enjoying hisself. Gay was ok. Ya-no, more than ok. Solid state. "Ahhhhhh, Kent," Scott moaned after releasing Santi's woodie from his mouth to pant out his ultra-satisfaction. Kent growled, "You look like you need me to ride you for a while." "I can take it, coach," Scott groaned. "You worked hard at practice," Kent grunted. "Now I'm gonna work you even harder." "Shyeeeeaaahhhhhhh..." Kent found Santi's eyes as he continued to fuck. The beautiful singer gave him a sexy little smile, enjoying the earnest blowjob on his oversized dick. Santi practically purred, "You are every bit the lover I imagined you would be." Kent panted, driving towards climax, "And you are both gorgeous, wonderful boys." The man reached under the quarterback to stroke the cocklet. Scott's grunts and Santi's moans filled the air, interspersed with the slapping sound of Kent's groin slamming into the 12-year-old boy's ass. "Fuck, here it comes," the teacher groaned as he shot his seed into his student's behind. The tween pair stiffened and moaned right after that, climaxing hard from the intense lovemaking. Then all three of them collapsed, panting and smiling in satisfaction. Santi placed a hand delicately on his chest. "Oh my, what a magnificent introduction into manhood." Scott tapped Kent on the arm. "Shyeah, coach, I totally got into the introduction of your manhood." What Santi had dreamed about was the passion of two hearts beating as one, with Scott the mighty lover deflowering his sweet Santi. There would be candles and rose petals and incense and fresh linen and heart-shaped chocolates on the pillows. Never would Santi have imagined a tall handsome man sweeping in like Antonio Cruz and taking the virginity of both the sporty boy and Latino crooner. Yet it all felt natural, now that Santi understood what sex was all about. Kent had guided the two lovers across the threshold to the garden of delights of the flesh. Santi was confident he and Scott would be able to explore one another as a couple. Scott stretched out on the bed, his smile full of true happiness. Coach had really gone to town on him and it'd been amazing. Like, could there be any better way to devirginate yourself than having a total stud nail your ass? Just thinking about it had his dick hardening yet again. Being here with his boyfriend and his coach, sex in the air, it was almost like a dream. But a really solid state dream. One you never woke up from. The blond nuzzled and kissed his partner, eyes bright with brand-new lust. "Think I could go another round... Maybe with us havin' fun while coach gives us another hammering." Santi smiled sweetly. "You're insatiable, mi amor." Scott had no idea what that meant, but Santi didn't seem mad about it so it was probably ok. He glanced over at Kent, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon, coach, half time's over." Kent chuckled. "Well... If you two insist."