Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2022 19:50:03 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 18 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 18 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. ********** It was the last day before the Christmas holidays and the last game of the season. With tremendous pride Kent watched the Sharks take the field. They had fought so hard for this, the championship game. His players deserved to win, but even if it didn't happen they could still walk away with heads held high. Scott flashed a bright smile as he trotted past, which made the coach's dick throb. Surprisingly, the threesome with Scott and Santi had not been a one-time thing. The two sexy middleschoolers had been in their teacher's bed frequently over the last couple of weeks. As they'd grown more experienced, the tween couple had also grown more adventurous, even letting Clint join in on a few occasions. The Brotherhood had expanded into a rather large club, but so far everyone was getting along. Kent still couldn't quite believe the amazing turn his life had taken with these wonderful boys, but he made sure every day to be thankful. The coach looked up at the stands and smiled at the Brothers, who were all there to cheer Scott on. After discovering that true fans painted their faces in the team colors, Santi had gone out and found some high-end, hypoallergenic paint for the occasion. So, all of the boys were sporting the black and crimson colors of the local team. "Go, go, Sharks - go!" shouted Ryder Strauss along with the crowd in the stands. It was totally packed, with the final game taking place in their hometown, and the excitement was pretty solid state. "Scott's gonna get M.V.P., easy," Brandon whispered into his ear. Naturally, the short-haired blond was more interested in the hot breath from his boyfriend than what was being said. "M.V.P. means-" Ryder responded with a smile, "Most Valuable Player." His answer was met with a wink of pride. Suddenly, the crowd leapt to its feet and Ryder was pulled into the hurricane of excitement. There was Scott with the ball tucked under his arm running full speed until... "Touchdown!" shouted Santiago Ortiz. The blue-haired Latino embraced his Brothers and when he turned back to the field, the handsome quarterback was staring right up at him waving. Of course, no one in the close-minded town understood the significance, but Santi knew it was his boyfriend's furtive gesture of love. "Kent! Kent! Kent!" Ryder began shouting and soon everyone was chanting the name. With amazing humbleness, the coach instead gestured to the team and the crowd went wild. Kent knew the Crusaders were tough competitors. They'd earned their place in the championship just as much as the Sharks had, but it was clear from the first quarter his players had a fire in them. Scott threw passes with absolute perfection, earning the team yardage and then field goals. The defense was also on point, pressing the opposing team hard and not giving an inch without a fight. By half time, the Sharks were ahead 21-7 and the locker room was full of raucous boys giddy with what seemed like their imminent victory. Kent was ignored at first when he tried to get their attention. "Settle down!" Scott roared and the team instantly quieted. The boys took a knee and Kent surveyed them with a proud grin. In their brand new uniforms, donated by Scott's father, the players looked so much different than the unruly bunch of kids he'd started the year with. Kent shelved his prepared speech and said, "You guys are ready. Go out there and win this thing." His words were met with a cheer and, in a surprise gesture, a big group hug. "Coach Kent rules!" Scott bellowed and all the boys whooped. The Sharks ran out onto the field, grins on their faces. The Crusaders never stood a chance. Scott St. James totally had his head in the game! Well, mostly. The team captain kinda sorta got flashes of the last few weeks' hawt dude-on-dude sex. But, weirdly, instead of it messing him up it actually made him relax and focus. Over the last while, the number of times he had to reach for his fidget spinner went way, way down and tonight he never had to use it even once. What wild news it was to find out the youngest Brosinski, Clint, was coach's main squeeze! Scott felt a bit guilty that him and Santi were hoggin' Kent's hog so much, until Clint explained it was totally cool. Both Scott and Santi were men 'cause a coach. Brandon called it a "double devirgination" on account of Kent being stud enough to plow two boys in one night of cherry-losin'. "Two forty-five! Two forty-five! Hut! Hut-!" The ball was snapped and Scott caught it oh-so- perfect! He threw a solid state pass and the Sharks scored another touchdown only seconds into the third quarter! Fuck, and there was a sweet flash of when Scott was so grateful to Clint he invited the little dude to join in for the threesome plus one. Coach, of course, fucked the quarterback's brains out while he kissed his boyfriend Santi and got a super expert beej from the Clintster. "Scott! Scott! Scott!" the crowd cheered from the stands. The blond footballer smiled big as he imagined hearing his name called out while getting fucked, sucked and kissed! Kent felt exceedingly confident going into the fourth quarter. He shifted their tactics to focus on running out the clock. A fumble could really hurt them, but they had enough of a lead that he wasn't really worried. Two minutes left and Scott was going for a pass that would cinch the game, leaving the Crusaders too much yardage to make up. But then Javier unexpectantly went left instead of right and a bulky lineman broke through the ranks. So intent was the quarterback on making the throw he never saw it coming. The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc even as St. James was flattened. Kent's heart leaped into his throat when he saw Scott not get right back up again. He didn't even notice Ulysses make the catch and head for the end zone. The coach was about to blow his whistle so he could head out onto the field, when Scott sat up. After receiving help from Javier to get to his feet, the blond QB gazed about in confusion, like he was wondering where that train had come from. Kent called time and went over to Scott, checking to see if the team captain's eyes were focused. "You good? How many fingers am I holding up?" the man asked, holding up two. "Uh, two? Ya-no, what happened?" Kent looked up and noticed they had run out the clock. He gave Scott a big smile. "Well, it looks like we won is what!" Clint Welsh cheered and stamped his feet along with the crowd! But he worried also that something bad had happened to Scott. The boy patted Santi on the shoulder and said, "Scott's real strong, he'll be ok." It was the right thing to do 'cause Santi had gasped with girly fear and even though Clint also felt the same way he knew it was important to make Scott's boyfriend feel better. But Kent had whispered something and suddenly Scott turned to the crowd with arms raised up high and the team was hoisting the quarterback into the air! The Brothers all raced onto the field with the townspeople and joined in the celebration! Suddenly, Clint realized being short was not good, but then he was up in the air, too, all 'cause his big bro Brandon knew what to do and got the little bro up on his shoulders. The Sharks were state champs! Clint noticed Scott looking around for the Brothers. Suddenly their eyes met. And Scott smiled from ear to ear. Clint pointed at the football player with a cocky grin that said "you're the man!" Too many people were surrounding Kent and shaking his hand for Clint to catch his boyfriend's eye. But he was comforted with the knowledge that tonight there'd be lots of sucking and spurt! The Sharks all mobbed Kent and doused him in Gatorade. The team was handed a trophy, which was held up in victory as everyone took pictures. Kent was so proud of his players he almost cried. There were a lot of hands to shake, more pictures to pose for, a lot of parents to talk to and congratulations to exchange. It made Kent a bit dizzy, but he kept up with it all. When a tall, broad-shouldered blond man stepped over to him, dressed impeccably in a suit that would probably be worth five years of Kent's salary, there was no doubt who it was. "Coach, you did great work," Mr. St. James said, shaking his hand. "I see all of my boy's raving about you was warranted." "Dad!" Scott trotted over and started to hug his father, but the man shook his head. "Get cleaned up, boy," Mr. St. James said. "Yes sir," Scott replied, eyes downcast. "Your son is an outstanding player," Kent told their benefactor. "I know," was the man's response. "He's going to need a good coach next year in high school. I'm sending him to Brighton. They have an excellent program." "So I've heard." "I'm sure there would be room there for a man of your talents," Mr. St. James said. "I could make a call." "Oh... Uh.... Thank you, but I'm pretty happy where I am." Scott's father seemed skeptical, but he didn't push it further. He congratulated Kent again and left, ducking into a waiting limo. Bewildered, Kent headed to the locker room to wrangle his rowdy boys into getting showered and changed so they could go and enjoy their achievement with friends and family. Russell Young was thrilled not only with their school's victory but also with the raucous gathering in Kent's vehicle. Friends had eluded the Mormon boy for most of his life, but now he had plenty of them all packed together. Not just friends either, but Brothers. A wonderful, ethereal mix of water and blood that made the seventh grader feel more at home here than in his own Latter-Day Saints residence. Never in a million years would Russell have had the courage to shout what came out of his mouth. "Three cheers for Scott!" Big and the Brothers called out, "Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!" "I was so worried about you, mi amor," Santi said, taking his athletic boyfriend's hand. "Aw, memor," Scott replied, "I been sacked plenty a times, that ain't nothin'." "Speaking of SACK!" Ryder and Clint called out at the same time before adding, "Jinx, you owe me a Pepsi!" The whole vehicle roared with laughter. Russell was surprised Brandon hadn't chimed in as well; lately the dark-haired pitcher had toned down the lewd talk somewhat and was acting more like a gentleman around Ryder. Kent did his best to relax. There was a traffic jam, which was tedious, but with all the out-of- towners it was also somewhat expected. Everyone was grateful to Santi for having had the foresight to bring face paint remover, so as the vehicle crawled along, the natural features of each boy were revealed once again. Brandon asked Scott, "Hey, who was that hot dude you were talking to before your dad showed up?" "Hmm? Oh, that was my friend Jacob. He's super cool. I betcha you guys'd love him." "Love every inch of him," Clint snickered. "Huh?" Scott asked. Santi said with a smile, "Clint is wondering if Jacob might like our sex play, mi amor." "What? Ya-no, he's straight. I felt a lil bad not hangin' with him after the game, but, like um, we all had plans an' stuff." "Gosh Almighty, how long is this traffic gonna last?" Ryder asked, bouncing anxiously in his seat. "No idea, doofus," Kent replied. "Another mile or so." "Man!" Ryder grumbled. Clint gave his adult boyfriend a sly look. "Yeah, I can't wait." The tyke grabbed Kent's jacket and threw it over himself. Then he wriggled over to get his lover's dick out and before any objection could be raised, he swallowed it to the hilt. Brandon Welsh was trading jockish shoulder punches with Scott when his boyfriend whispered excitedly about the action in the front seat. From his vantage point Brandon caught sight of teach masking a look of pure pleasure. Down below the jacket on his lap moved ever so slightly, which meant lil bro was giving road head. "Gosh Almighty," said Ryder, "I wanna do the same to you." "Nah," Brandon replied while giving his blond partner a kiss on the cheek, "let's wait 'til we get to Big's place." "O. Kay..." Ryder mumbled with a hint of disappointment. "Hey, kid. Do you know you're the most beautiful dude I could ever ask for?" The pitcher grinned as a blush crept into Ryder's face. "I need'ja to know what a catch you are. I'm the luckiest guy." "Th-Thanks..." "You know I love ya." "I love you too." "A'ight, kid, now that you know that... if you still wanna..." Brandon delighted at the frisky look in Ryder's eyes. Soon a jacket was placed on his lap and he was getting a most awesome beej! Scott wasn't sure what had happened. One second they were just wading through traffic, the next there was an orgy going on. Which was, well, hot, and kind of amazing and also a bit confusing. Did this sorta thing happen a lot with the Brothers? Santi gave him a sweet, sexy little smile - the one guaranteed to make the jock weak at the knees. No way no how Scott could say nuh-uh to his boyfriend when he got that look. "When in Rome," Santi said. "We're not in Rome," Scott replied and then gasped as his jeans were pawed open and his dick was freed. "Oh! You mean... Oh man oh man oh man...." Scott's head rolled to the side, where his eyes met Russell's. The cute, polite dude was blushing and obviously trying to not stare but he couldn't seem to look away. Scott knew the guy's boyfriend was a bajillion miles away, which sucked for him. And it had to be worse when the couples were all fooling around. Without thinking, the quarterback leaned in and gave the Mormon boy a smoocharoo. Russell let out a cute little squeak of surprise and leaned into the kiss. Somehow Scott's hand found its way to the boy's pants, and he was surprised to find Santi's hand already there. Russell shuddered against him, totally into the groping. Clint had just chugged down a super-sized load from his boyfriend's balls when they rolled into the apartment parking garage. Surprisingly, it was the gusher, which made a huge mess! But with athletes in the car there were convenient towels to mop up the spurt that had dribbled into the man's lap. The door to Kent's apartment burst open and the Brothers all piled in. Clothes came off as the Brothers groped each other. Clint was carried in frenching Kent as he was being stripped. Scott was practically tearing off Santi's outfit and had to be slowed down a bit so he wouldn't rip anything. Brandon seemed to be all romantic with Ryder doing all kinds of light touches. Russell was now getting Kent out of his coach's tracksuit. "Ya-no, solid state," Scott sighed as Santi started playing with his dick. Clint half-smiled at the quarterback who'd been all shy at first but totally changed his tune since being devirginated. Russell's life had changed so dramatically over the last couple months that it still made his head spin. He could hardly remember being that boy Kent had found in the librarian's office - terrified, ashamed, certain that only misery awaited him. Now he was someone different, a better version of himself. Even if the group's antics did still shock him, Russell willingly and happily enjoyed these special moments with the Brothers. Because he was naked in a room with other naked boys and he was making out with Scott while Santi was going down on him and it was nothing short of awesome. His eye tracked over to Clint making a beeline for Santi's impressively-large boystick. The Hispanic boy let out a moan around his mouthful as the talented Welsh boy sucked him down to the root. Not far away, Kent caressed Scott en route to lubing up his massive hard-on. Sporting a lustful smile, the man came up behind Brandon and started nibbling at the sexy pitcher's neck while Ryder slid down to his knees to tend to his boyfriend's dick. Russell loved these guys. How could he not, when they were so open with their kind hearts and sensual bodies? Delicately stimulating the nerve endings in the Mormon boy's penis, Santi abandoned himself to the group sex. He'd labored under an almost puritanical vision of two boys paired in a monogamous relationship. However, this had run completely counter to what his idol, Antonio Cruz, had espoused in an early and since-scrubbed interview. That we should embrace other forms of love; that one may be with someone special yet also share with others. This came to fruition in the film DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT when Antonio's musician character ended up in a threesome love scene with a boy-girl couple. It had inspired Santi to ask Kent to take the tween's virginity. And so Santi was released from jealousy and possessiveness as he shared Russell with his boyfriend. The Latino had learned much from Clint about oral pleasure during the foursomes with their teacher. Kent heard the gasping and moaning all around him, he saw the blushing smiles and sex-glazed eyes of the Brothers and he felt so happy. Not just because he was a part of this amazing group of boys, but because everyone was enjoying the freedom he had brought them. Brandon shuddered as the man entered him. "Aw, teach, you know just what a boy needs," the kid moaned. Looking down over the pitcher's shoulder, Kent could see Ryder happily going to town on his boyfriend's erection. The two of them exchanged a brief look of mutual arousal and happiness and then Kent focused on driving into the tight ass with the hard, deep thrusts that Brandon loved. Ryder bobbed up and down - slowly, teasingly - on his boyfriend's dick. Usually their sex was more tougher, but nowadays Brandon had been kinda lovey-dovey, so even though this was an orgy, the blond gradeschooler was tender-massage-y with his cocksucking. He overheard Kent whispering into Brandon's ear about "teacher's whore" and "slutty fuck" - being considerate in not making Brandon's kink totally public just yet. The thrusts from Big kept nudging Brandon's groin into Ryder's face, which was hotter than hot. The Little thought about his unhappy experiences exploring his gay side when he was smaller. But what was happening now more than made up for those disappointments. A gay orgy in his Big Brother's place! Ryder himself was a voyeur. So, Gosh Almighty, the sight of Russell making out with Scott while being blown by Santi who himself was sucked by Clint - it was something to see! This was a true victory celebration, Scott thought to himself in bliss. It was like, somehow, that feeling of holding the trophy was spread out over this whole night. That was how it felt - like he'd won the big prize. Up to now, Scott's sexy times with his boyfriend had included the coach and, shyeah, the QB was definitely hoping for a ride on the Kent Express, but it was tons of fun sharing Russell with Santi and still being able to check out all the other action. The Mormon dude gasped when the jock reached down for a grope. Wow, Scott had another boy's dick in his hand and it was great. Scott definitely felt like a champ. What a buzz it was for Brandon to be mounted by teach and sucked off by his hottie. The harsh curses from Kent about being the school tramp and the threats of a rough fuck were making him so damn hard. Suddenly cool air glowed around his dick. Looking down, Brandon saw his naughty boyfriend crawling on his knees to give Russ a hummer. The Mormon boy broke his kiss with Scott and concentrated on the pleasure between his legs. Brandon leaned back and said, "Hey Big, maybe the quarterback could use a good fuck." "You think?" Kent asked with a smile. Suddenly the man slid out of the pitcher's hole. Smirking, Brandon watched teach stride over, re- goop his horsecock, grab hold of Scott, and begin penetrating that firm ass. Brandon dropped to his knees to prep his own dick and mount his boyfriend. In the middle of their fuck he leaned up and together they pulled Russ completely over to their side to share in the dude's boner. Clint still couldn't believe the size of Santi's licorice stick. It was a complete mouthful! Nothing like Kent's, of course, but so much more than Brandon's. And of course Clint loved pointing that out, which had earned him noogies from his big brother. Humming happily, Clint worked his lips on the Hispanic boy's throbbing shaft. The raven-haired 10-year-old loved sucking on dicks. It was totally his favorite thing in the world and he had so many to play with. Of course, the real trick was figuring out what each of the Brothers really went crazy for. Brandon liked a little tongue action mixed in around his pole. Ryder preferred having it taken all the way to the root and just sucked on like a straw stuck in a milkshake. Russell really liked having his balls licked just as much as the sucking. Santi enjoyed having lips corkscrewed back and forth on his shaft. And Scott seemed to be into anything Clint did to his rod. Cocksucking was fun! Santi rose to his feet and kissed Scott passionately. Moans and groans from the sporty boy reverberated into his mouth. He himself yelped at first but then smiled down at Clint sweetly joining the two cockheads together to fellate both Santi and Scott. "I love you, mi amor," sighed the 11-year-old Latino. "Shyeah, love ya too, Santi," breathed the 12-year-old footballer. Were it not for the Brotherhood, Santi might have missed out on the immensely satisfying experience of sex. Antonio Cruz may have led the way, but Kent MacTiernan made it all real. "Gonna come soon," Scott said in an endearingly helpless voice. "Let us climax together," Santi replied with a gorgeous smile. A chorus of ecstatic moans fluttered through the room as one boy after another was rocked by their climax. Kent came last, emptying his balls deep into Scott's quivering body. "You boys are absolutely wonderful," the muscular man said, grabbing Russell and giving him a heated kiss. One by one, each of the Brothers demanded a kiss of his own and the teacher happily obliged. As much as they loved him for offering a safe place to be themselves, Kent felt a deep affection for every single boy for letting him also enjoy being his truest self. ****** Ryder had to admit the one saving grace living in this backwards town was the mild weather. Even in December he could run around without a jacket on. So on the way home after watching baseball practice, Ryder could sometimes enjoy quickies in the woods with Brandon. However, this one time all Brandon wanted to do was sit Ryder on a tree stump and give him a sensual shoulder massage. And this other time the macho jock was all kindsa nervous and then it was revealed why - a blanket with rose petals had been set up and the couple necked without any sex. In all honesty, Ryder was charmed seeing this other side of his boyfriend. At first it was pretty frustrating. It almost seemed like Brandon had lost interest in their relationship and was trying to let Ryder down gently. Like a nice breakup or something. But then Brandon blew him away with a picnic lunch where he'd stood up and unfolded a piece of paper. "'Kay, kid, I'm no good at this," the unsmiling jock said. "No good at what?" "Expressin' myself. But here goes." Ryder kinda held his breath in anticipation of what seemed to be bad news. "You are the wind beneath my feet / When I'm with you it's a treat / I love you more than I can say / So lucky we are both gay / When I'm with you it feels good / Together it's the best like it should / I hope to be with you 'til the end / Tomorrow as husbands but today as a boyfriend." The blond gradeschooler sat there with a stunned look on his face. Suddenly uncomfortable, Brandon folded the paper and returned it to his pocket. "Ya, sorry, it's stupid," the eldest Welsh brother mumbled. "No!" Ryder leapt up and threw his arms around his partner. "That was the most beautiful thing I ever heard!" The couple held each other super boned up, but there was no humping. Ryder was more aware of the warmth of their bodies, the feel of their cheeks together, the birds chirping in the forest, the light breaths on their necks, the nice boy smell from Brandon's shirt, the crunch of twigs under their shoes, the waves of love in their hearts. The day after the championship football game, Ryder talked with Kent about everything that had happened. But only, of course, when the man and boy had acted out another of the J.O. fantasies Kent used to have when he'd first started being a Big Brother to Ryder. It was a little bit dangerous to do a re-enactment, but when it'd come out that Kent had at one time fucked Brandon in the woods, Ryder had insisted on also doing outdoor sex. The pair went to the basketball court where they'd first met to play H-O-R-S-E. The rules were one player did their shot and the second player had to do it the exact same way, but if not they got a letter. It started with H and the loser ended with E. In the fantasy that Kent used to jack it to, each time a Big or Little missed he had to take off one of his clothes. Obviously it wasn't possible to do that part, so the two of them pretended to actually strip. Until the end when the rules were a kind of double or nothing - the logic was all a bit fuzzy since it'd come from Kent's horny brain. But the game led to them going into the bushes naked and having sex. This part Ryder insisted on doing exactly like in the pud-pulling fantasy. So they both got naked, the Big Brother slapped lube on his dick and the Little Brother got his ass well fucked. After dressing real quick, the two leaned up to rest against a tree. And Ryder told Kent all about what was going on with Brandon. "Well, doofus," his Big said, "maybe a little of Santi's rubbed off on him." "You think? Huh..." "Just the other day, Santi sat in the bathtub and got each of you boys to come in one at a time to lean against him for a shampoo head massage." "Oooohhhhh, Kent, that super surprised me how good it felt." "I think Brandon's tapping into another side of himself. So that you both don't associate your relationship with sex only. I mean, of course sex is an important part of your being a couple." "Ha, I was gonna say that if you didn't." "But there are other ways of expressing your love. Santi may be opening Brandon's eyes and, in the long run, it's going to help keep your relationship fresh and exciting." "Huh... Yeah, that makes sense... Um... Hey, Kent?" "Yes, Ryder?" "Is that snow?" "It doesn't really snow here, doofus. In fact, it's still fairly warm out." "Then what's that?" The redhead and the blond looked up to see tiny flakes drifting lazily to the ground. "You're right, doofus. It's snow!" ***** The few flurries Ryder had noticed turned into a rare snowfall that completely surprised the people in Kent's town. The novelty of white powder on the ground delighted children and mystified adults. It was a Christmas miracle. But the white stuff didn't melt away in a day as most had expected it to. Instead, a freak weather pattern brought down a blizzard. The small seaside town had not seen such a storm in a century and no one was prepared for it. Without snow tires or even snow chains, cars collided with each other on the major roads. The mayor closed all businesses and urged everyone who could stay home to do so. Which left Kent in an odd but entirely wonderful situation. A week ago, Mrs. Welsh had asked him to look after Clint and Brandon. "I know it's an imposition," the mother had said. "But their dad can't make it home, so I wanted to go see him. I'll be back by the 23rd, though." Having the two elder Welsh brothers stay with Kent was, of course, absolutely no problem. Their youngest brother was staying with the Young family, since he and Russell's little brother, Christian, were best friends. Kent had assured Mrs. Welsh it wasn't a big deal. But then the storm had hit on the day she was to return. "I'm so sorry," the mother told him over the phone. "There are no flights at all before Christmas. I know you must have plans for the holiday." "No, honestly, I didn't. So don't worry about it even a little bit. Your boys are fine and you can have Christmas with them when you get back." "You're an angel, Kent. You really are." The PE teacher smiled at the irony of that statement but didn't respond. He handed the phone over to Brandon to talk to his mom and then looked over to where Santi was carefully hanging up garland, the young decorator's keen eye making sure there was absolute symmetry. The story, as Kent had gotten it, was that the boy's Aunt Cecilia and Uncle Alberto were staying over for the holidays and Alberto was an asshole. Well, Santi hadn't put it in quite those terms, but he'd explained that his uncle had smacked him around a few times for being a "maricĒn" and was always telling Santi's mother she needed to toughen her son up. The Latino lad had chosen to make himself scarce at the Brotherhood safe haven - Kent's place. Scott's arrival had been much more of a surprise. The young jock had shown up with a tree, the both of them covered in snow, and said he was going to keep his boyfriend company. Which, of course, was fine. But details had crept out about a fight with his father, a canceled trip to St. Martin's and something about a report card. Kent would have to find out about that later. Ryder's mother hadn't objected at all to her son spending time with his Big, but the Little was supposed to be home for Christmas. That was, again, before the town was deluged in powdery doom. She had insisted Kent not get in his car, with or without her son, until the streets were cleared. Russell was there too, which was welcome but also sad. The boy had been prepared to stay with his family for the holiday, but after hearing about the mega slumber party taking place at Kent's, he'd asked for permission to attend and his mother had told him not to bother her while she was busy with her Christmas preparations. It ended up being a lucky thing, though, because Hudson was in town visiting relatives. He was supposed to be in a car about 100 miles north right then, but the snow had cancelled the family trip to Grandma's as well as making it so Hudson was stuck with his Brothers. Russell and Hudson getting to spend a Christmas together was worth it all by itself, as far as Kent was concerned. So it was a full house. Kent really couldn't believe it. The entire Brotherhood was together for the holidays. Clint was like a... kid at Christmas! He was the littlest in a sea of big Brothers! Of course Brandon claimed the candy was responsible, but the 10-year-old boy was bouncing off the walls from just the pure excitement alone! A couple of the dudes did have to remind Clint with protective crouches to watch out for the nutsack. But that's exactly what the tyke wanted to see and he wondered when the Brothers might get naked. Suddenly, Clint rose up off the floor; glancing upward, the boy realized he'd been easily scooped up by the quarterback. "Hey, um, Clintster," Scott whispered, "wanna help me with somethin'?" "What? Sure!" Clint replied with eyes dancing. He wondered if this was an invitation to join in a foursome with Kent and Santi. But the mighty athlete swiped a Santa hat and plopped it on the middle Welsh brother's head while carrying him out into the hallway. Clint was set down in front of the janitor's closet and he started suspecting just the two of them were about to be naughty. But then Scott said, "So I, like, hid some presents and yer gonna be my Santa deliverin' 'em." "Really?!" "Shyeah..." With wide eyes, Clint "helped" carry a cardboard box back to the front door (with the almost- teenager, of course, doing most of the work). Scott smiled at the excitement of the boy, kinda envying the little cutie for how solid state Christmas could be. Part of that excitement sorta rubbed off on the middleschooler and made him wonder if the boy still believed in Santa even though probably not. Once the cardboard box was opened, Scott handed off identical gift boxes, each with the name of a Brother. He chuckled at the squealing kid running into Kent's place and delivering the presents to each startled dude. "What is this?" coach smiled. "Remember how ya joked with me 'bout whatcha should give the Brothers, bein' they're yer other team?" Scott asked with a grin. "Fidget spinner, you didn't..." Kent said with a look of shock, even though he was also grinning. "Open 'em!" Scott urged. Everybody tore into their gifts. Tons of chuckles followed. The Brothers had their own jerseys with powder blue base, navy blue sleeves and yellow trim. But the surprise was each one had Kent's nickname for the Brother stitched where a player's name would go! Since the boys were in various states of undress, Kent watched with satisfaction as they just slipped the jerseys on right away. For a boy like Clint, it went down to his thigh and made it look like he wasn't wearing anything under it. Even Ryder's went down over his butt. It was clearly a one size-fits-all sort of thing, which made it both sexier and more meaningful - like they all had their own uniqueness, but at the end of the day they were all the same, all Brothers. "What's up with your jersey there, fidget spinner?" Kent asked with a nod at the shirt. "Well, shoot," Scott said, looking at the name. "I got distracted when doin' the order form an' forgot to add the second word." "No problem," Kent chuckled. "From now on, I'll just call you FIDGET." "Got one for you too, coach," Scott said, looking oddly shy as he handed it over. Kent smiled at the single word written on the back - "Big." "It's perfect, fidget," the boys' mentor said and put it on. "Well, one thing's for sure," Brandon chortled, "that shirt ain't lyin'." The Brothers cracked up. Santi fussed with his, which kept wanting to slide off one shoulder. Scott crossed the room and kissed his boyfriend. "I know it's not your style, but I figgered.... I mean, it's ok... Ah nuts, I messed up, didn't I?" Santi rubbed at his eyes. "No, mi amor.... It is lovely. And 100 percent cotton!" He bit his lower lip. "I have just... I've never belonged before." Russell kissed Santi on the cheek. "I know what you mean, I've felt the same way." The Latino crooner smiled shyly at the Mormon boy. "Si. Until now. This place, all of you Brothers, have made me feel so welcome." Russell had his arm around Santi, and Scott's arm went around his own shoulders. "Ya-no," said the tallest blond, "we got each other's backs." Santi bravely hugged the two other boys together and shared in a three-way kiss. For Russell it was magical how the weight of life had been lifted, allowing him to at last enjoy being who he was. Brandon sat his boyfriend on his lap. "Hey, doofus," he said, referring to the nickname stitched on his boyfriend's jersey. "Yeah, short stack?" Ryder chuckled. "Damn, you look so studly in that football jersey." Ryder frenched his partner before replying, "You look hot in, like, anything." Brandon dragged his little brother into a sloppy tangle with Ryder. "Well, if it ain't big mouth." His tickling fingers were joined by Ryder's to get the dweeb giggling. "S-Stop, short stack," Clint said while fending off the welcome attack. "Hey, runt, only Big gets to call me that." "Well, you called me big mouth." "That's the right of your big brothers, tell 'em, doofus." Ryder pulled back his boyfriend's hands. "Quickly, big mouth, now's your chance to escape." Instead Clint crawled up and made out with the couple. Hudson walked over to Kent with a sweet but very naughty smirk on his face. The fact that he was here, with all these cool, sexy boys and Kent was their teacher and sexual tour guide still felt like a dream to him. But the time he had with the Brothers was limited and he wanted to make the most of it. "Hey, curly fry," Kent said with an affectionate smile. "Nice to have you here." "Thanks.... And thanks for, well, everything." The boy bit his lower lip and held up a sprig of mistletoe. "You know what this is, right?" "Yeah, of course," the man said. "Well, when you walk under mistletoe, you're supposed to kiss someone. But I can't hold it up over your head, so I'll have to kiss something... else." Hudson giggled and sank to his knees. With practiced movements, he got the man's sweats down and then took the thick slab of man meat greedily into his mouth. Ryder looked out of the corner of his eye. "Think our middle Welsh brother's showing Kent how much he's missed him." Usually it was Clint who was the "middle Welsh brother." But Brandon had decided that since Hudson was now an honorary Welsh that whenever he was around he was to become the middle brother. So that meant Clint moved down to being the "little brother." And seven-year-old Dixon was then the "kid brother." Brandon and Ryder were always the "big brothers." Both Clint and Dixon accepted the sliding scale of their brother statuses. Well, maybe not Dixon, but lately he wasn't fighting things SO much. The occasional brat might grumble, but he still went along with what the big brothers said, plus Dixon understood when Hudson went away that he was back to being the "little brother" instead of the "kid brother." And that also meant Clint went back to being the "middle brother" instead of the "little brother." "Hey, string bean," Brandon chuckled in Russell's direction. "I think your boyfriend might want some company under the mistletoe." Ryder watched the Mormon boy pull away from his kisses with Scott and Santi and head over to join Hudson in a kinda threeway kiss with the reunited couple and Kent's gigantor of a cock. "Whaddaya think," Brandon said to the rest of the Brothers, "should we all show Big our appreciation?" The Brotherhood descended on Big to strip him naked, then dragged him over onto one of the couches. Hudson dropped to his knees to bathe Kent's hefty nutsack with his tongue. Brandon and Russell crowded together to service the impressive package. Scott experimented licking coach's hard nipples, with low groans escaping his lips as the man's fingers gingerly stroked his tight hole. Clint swapped tongues with his overwhelmed adult boyfriend. Santi stood behind the couch, sensually kissing his teacher's neck. And Ryder whispered into his Big's ear about how deserving the man was of all the attention from these horny boys. Kent had never before been so grateful for snow. Slowly the gang broke up into smaller groups and removed their jerseys so that everyone was nude. Russell laid his boyfriend down on the other couch and made slow, gentle love while Hudson gasped and moaned beneath him. Brandon and Ryder made out entwined on the old couch. Then they shifted into a 69 position and lost themselves to giving and receiving pleasure. Santi and Scott took Kent and Clint by the hands and led them to the bedroom. They left the door open, having no secrets from the others, but since the bed was free, they were taking it. The Latino boy smiled from ear to ear at the startled looks from his three partners. A short time ago he'd adorned the floor with fresh rose petals and lit tea candles. The air was filled with the aroma of burning gingerbread essence. It was the perfect atmosphere for a sexual experience that would leave the middleschool couple breathless. Santi lay back on the bed and admired the weight of his athletic lover as Scott climbed on top. The tweens started to make out. As Santi had hoped, Kent stood at the foot of the bed, which Scott used as an opportunity to grab onto the man's raging cock and pull it toward the couple's rears. The brown-skinned 11-year-old reached out to fetch some lube and greased the blond 12-year- old's fingers, which were lowered to coat the 23-year-old man's erection. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, shyeeeeaaaahhhhh," Scott groaned as their teacher took the hint and penetrated the young jock. As planned, Scott gripped the man's shaft to tug it out of his anal tunnel and redirect it to Santi's eager rosebud. "Dios mio," Santi sighed at the glorious penetration of the thick meaty erection. He whimpered pleasantly as Kent fucked his tender bum. Then he felt Scott's hand fumble for the shaft again and redirect it back to Scott's already- plundered hole. "Oooohhhhhhh, fidget, sweet pepper," Kent said with a luxurious sigh as Clint moved up onto the bed to neck with his adult partner. Both Santi and Scott smiled in triumph, knowing Big understood he was to trade off fucking the young couple's asses while they kissed and frotted their dicks against each other's bellies. Russell had always loved the romantic side of sex, but Santi had inspired him to up his game. Still lying on one of the couches, he nuzzled and kissed Hudson's narrow chest, teased his pebbled nipples, caressed his smooth thighs and simply savored having his boyfriend actually there with him. "Nnn... R-Russ," the curly-haired boy moaned. Russell knew his lover liked some spicier games of dominance, and he was going to be sure Hudson got some of that before his departure, but right then, Russell wanted to show the gradeschooler how much he was adored. "You're so beautiful," the Mormon boy said softly. Russell felt so free saying those words. He could have feelings for another boy and there was nothing wrong with it. That truth was held fast in his heart now. "Love you," Hudson whimpered. The often absent Brother was Ryder's bestie and the first one in the group to have a threesome with Kent. Forced to move across to the other side of the country, he had always felt like the black sheep of the boys, since his hangouts were online and rarely in the flesh. Even the Christmas holidays were mainly about visiting relatives, with a brief stopover at Kent's to see Ryder and the Brothers. Now, instead of hours it would be days! As well as in the arms of his boyfriend! "I need you inside me, please," Hudson begged. Soon his aching hole was filled with Russell's slicked-up cock. "Ooohhhhh, Hudson, I've wanted to be with you like this for so long." "Doing it r/t is soooooo much better." "This feels as good as when Gimli came to like elves and asked for a lock of Galadriel's hair." "Mmmmmm, hearing you talk about LORD OF THE RINGS is sooooo sexy." The couple kissed as Russell gently thrusted deep into Hudson. Ryder suddenly remembered back to that sleepover where he as a younger kid and his friend had messed around and how it had all gone wrong. At the time, he'd been sure there was something wrong with him. But now Ryder was surrounded by boys like him. He never had to feel bad about himself ever again. The talented sixth grader used all the tricks he'd picked up to give his boyfriend an extra awesome blowjob, and he was happy to hear the gasps of pleasure from down around his own little dick. Brandon was the best boyfriend ever, so Ryder was gonna show his appreciation. "You drive me crazy, kid," Brandon said, taking a brief break from their 69ing. "You really are the best." In the bedroom, Clint finished frenching and gazed at Scott and Santi being fucked by Kent one at a time. The preteen absently jacked his cocklet. A deep moan came from Scott when he was penetrated, then when the licorice stick was moved to the bum below there came a girlish moan from Santi. Licking his lips, Clint got to his knees and crawled over to the midsections of the couple. Slowly he pushed his face between their groins to find two hard, thin sticks. It was incredible how large Santi's dick was, even though it shot blanks while Scott's slightly smaller one could make a squirty kind of milk. The couple invited the gradeschooler in by creating a narrow but comfortable gap to have their dicks serviced. Despite the double fuck jostling the two bodies around, Clint was able to get the small knobs together and lapped and slobbered them lovingly. "Ooooohhhhh, Clint, chico, that feels good too." "Shyeeeaaahhhh, keep doin' that, Clintster." Proud of his talents, the 10-year-old used his small but dedicated mouth to make each penis feel solid state! Scott had always been the good son, always did what he was told, always working at whatever goal his father set. For the first time in his life, however, he had things that mattered more to him than his dad's approval. So even though he was in a world of trouble back home, it was like who cares. Scott was with the awesomest people in the world having the best time. The footballer groaned low and deep into his boyfriend's mouth as his coach pounded away at his ass. Kent was a beast in bed. Well, not, like, for real. He was super gentle and sweet with Santi. But he always gave it to the QB rough and hard and it was like the ultimate. It showed off what a stud his coach really was, and it made Scott's head go blam-o with fireworks. And that kid Clint! The sexy lil horndog was sucking him off while all this was happening! Scott was sure his brain was just going to melt and dribble out of his ears. Now fully naked on the one couch, Brandon had gotten his dick slippery and was about to enter Ryder. All around was the sound of fucking. Both on the opposite couch and from within the bedroom. "Hey," the brazen pitcher said, "it's Christmas, we should all be together." With his natural leadership skills, Brandon convinced the other three to make love as a Brotherhood. Together they trooped to Kent's bed and watched in awe as teach flip-fucked both Scott and Santi while the dweeb little brother was mouth-swordfighting the two cocks. But this wasn't no peep show, so Brandon nodded to the newcomers to resume making love. Russell got back inside Hudson, and Brandon inside Ryder. I'M GONNA NEED A BIGGER BED, Kent thought to himself as the two additional couples made themselves comfortable. The room filled with the erotic sounds of passion. Slurping and skin-on-skin smacking and lots of groaning and grunting. The Brothers happily and freely shared themselves with each other. Kent's dick was impossibly hard - aching with arousal as he switched from one tight hole to the other. There was no way he could last, so he just gave into the mind-blowing climax, shooting three spurts into Santi before sending the rest into Scott's tight body. The heavy baritone cry had the two tween couples turn in Kent's direction. Ryder was floored by the mega-hot sight of the Big Brother delivering his gusher into two different asses. You could see the hot white jizz coating the two holes and dripping around the taints. "Kid, gonna come..." Brandon grunted. "I'm coming too, Hud..." Russell breathed. Ryder gazed upward at Brandon. Their eyes met and their lips pressed together. His own dick pulsed with a dry cum. And he glimpsed his buddy Hudson also shooting blanks. It was obvious all four of them were super horned up at the sexy sight of Kent doing two asses at once. Ryder felt the syrup-pump squirts from his boyfriend's cock, and he imagined Hudson was feeling the same from Russell. As if that wasn't enough jackoff material, little brother Clint brought his head out from between Scott's and Santi's torsos and was licking the quarterback's pearly jizz from his lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm, eggnog," Clint said while downing a cupful of the holiday drink in the den where the post-orgy Brotherhood had gathered. Russell was elbowed by Scott who remarked, "That boy can't seem to get enough, huh?" The duo watched Clint wipe the semen-looking dairy from his lips with the back of his hand. "He certainly does enjoy his white creamy drinks," Russell agreed as Hudson brought over two glasses of eggnog for the couple to partake. All of the Brothers were clad once more in their customized jerseys and looked like, as Ryder had described, a group of Olden Days boys in their nightshirts. "Here you go, boyfriend, cheers," smiled Hudson. The two of them clinked glasses and sipped. Russell smiled. "Oh, Hud, it's so good to see you." "I still can't believe how lucky I am that I get to spend Christmas with you." "To be able to touch you and just... be with you..." "I know, Russ, it's all so magical." "We've got our own LORD OF THE RINGS band of adventurers." The couple spoke somewhat more freely about what was happening in their lives. Russell was particularly amused by Hudson's story of how his big brother, Derrick, had made a good friend, also named Derrick. This caused confusion whenever the friend came to visit the Kellers, so brother Derrick had gotten in the habit of calling his friend Derrick II. "Derrick II's actually pretty cool," Hudson said. "Derrick says he thinks Derrick II might be gay but is afraid to come out of the closet. You know, it's actually good having an ally for a big brother." "I wish I could say the same for my big brothers," Russell lamented. "I think they're all turning out to be hopelessly homophobic straights." "I'm sorry, boyfriend," Hudson said, resting a comforting hand on Russell's thigh. "Wish I could steal you from your family and have you live with us." Russell smiled happily. He took both Hudson's hands in his. "Thank you. I'd love that! But I couldn't really leave Christian. You know? I mean, unless things change, he's really gay. And I couldn't leave him alone to deal with our family." Hudson kissed him. "You're like a real hero, like Aragorn or Eomer." Russell blushed. "Not really. Now, tell me more about Derrick II. Is he hot?" Hudson went even more crimson. "So hot... He's a wrestler, like Kent, and he's just... I went to a match 'cause my brother is a wrestler too and, uh, wow, Derrick II was really filling out his singlet." Russell giggled. "Maybe you can get him to wrestle with you." Hudson bit his lip. "I'm.... Um, I'm trying to figure out how to make that happen." Clint clinked glasses with Kent after settling into his lap. "Cheers, boyfriend." "Cheers, boyfriend." "Isn't it so cool to have everybody together?" "Big mouth, I couldn't ask for a better Christmas gift." Each of them sipped their eggnog and together they kissed. "Kent, is it bad that I'm kinda glad it worked out like this instead of my mom coming back and us not having a chance to relax like this and smooch and be naked with each other whenever we want? I mean, I really, really hope it doesn't make me bad to think it, 'cause of course I'd beg my mom to have you spend Christmas at our place so we could at least be together, but it wouldn't be the same, and I don't just mean all the naked stuff, but even sitting like this, we couldn't do it, and it'd make me sad, but at least this way I'm happier than anything!" Kent give his sweet boyfriend a lingering kiss. "No, it doesn't make you a bad boy to be happy the way things worked out. You didn't do anything to make the snow fall or anything. You're just enjoying life the way it happens, and that's a good thing. And if we couldn't all be together for Christmas day, we'd still have been together for our own Christmas celebration." Clint hugged him tight. "You're the best boyfriend ever." "Ok, but seriously, do you take vitamins or somethin'?" Brandon asked. "Of course I do," Santi explained, blushing and smiling. "But I don't think that has anything to do with it." Scott slipped one arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "My memor is just gifted in all kindsa ways." Brandon shook his head. "It's gotta be somethin'." "Yours will get bigger as you get older," Santi said by way of making amends. Brandon muttered and went over to get more eggnog. "Never mind him, memor." Santi sighed. "It is pronounced 'mi amor,' my sporty lover." Scott blinked at him. "That's what I said." Ryder attacked his best friend. "Huuuuuuuuuudson...!" "I know, right?" Hudson replied, grinning from ear to ear. "'Kay, so... DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT, right?" "I didn't even know that was Antonio Cruz at first!" "Same exact thing with, like, me and Brandon!" "Oh my God, he's gotta win every acting trophy in the world." "That part where he went to bed with that dude and girl, huh?" "I was saying to Russell he probably liked that scene most of all." "Hee hee, Brandon even said that in the theater." "Noooooooo..." "My boyfriend got the stink eye from both me and Kent." "Ha ha... he loves you so much." "Maaaaaayyyyyybeeeeee..." "Sorry, Russell, me and Ryder are being rude talking like this." "No, no," protested Russell, "I know you two haven't seen each other in a while." "Look," giggled Ryder, "we'll catch up, you and me. Maybe while our boyfriends are pounding our asses." "It's a deal!" giggled Hudson. Clint sucked on his candy cane and nuzzled in closer to his boyfriend. He was wearing his jersey like all the other Brothers. He really liked it because it covered him and no one would know he wasn't wearing anything underneath. "I still wish you could have had a Christmas as good as this when you were my age, with a whole bunch of friends who were like you and a super great guy who was there to look out for you, but at least you get to have this with us and we get to show you how much we love you." Kent kissed the top of his head. "I wouldn't trade this Christmas for anything, big mouth." Brandon climbed onto the arm of the couch and stood like a WWE wrestler about to body slam his sibling. "The Great Brandini is gonna crush you!" "Nooooooo," chuckled Clint. Being careful not to hurt his little bro or Big's nuts, Brandon performed a controlled attack that ended with a double brother pretzel in teach's lap. "Hey, Kent, you know what we should do?" Brandon said excitedly. "What's that, short stack?" "You were half-jokin' 'bout a wrestling club in the Greek," Brandon explained while fake- punching Clint. "But tomorrow maybe we should clear the couches an' you could actually do it with all the Brothers. We'd get our exercise in and it'd be pretty hot." "Hey, yeah!" Clint exclaimed. "'Less we wanna go out and have a snowball fight." "Not sayin' we can't do both," Brandon retorted, now kissing his little brother on the cheek. "Wrestling? Do we have to?" Santi asked with a pained expression. "I'm sure it'll be done by weight division," Scott said with confidence. "You'll probably end up goin' 'gainst Clint." The Hispanic boy pouted. "Or I could watch and give the winner a massage." "Damn, that's a prize worth fightin' for!" Brandon said. "Too bad for us, though, 'cause Ryder will whup all our butts." His boyfriend smiled shyly. "Maybe..." "No maybe. Ryder's gotten super good," Brandon pressed. "Even Kent says so, huh, Kent?" "Oh yeah, doofus is learning fast," their mentor said, a proud smile on his face. "He's going to be way ahead of his teammates when he joins next year." Ryder beamed at his Big. "Thanks!" "I dunno, I bet I can take 'im," Scott said, though he was smiling in a friendly way. The boy with the bottlebrush blond hair snickered. "Ok, but house rules say loser sucks off the winner!" Scott was startled when Brandon started pushing the couches out of the way while saying, "Are we doing this? Are we doing this? Sounds like we're doing this." "Wait, Hermano," Santi warned, "you're going to spill my eggnog." WHOA, thought Scott, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! Ryder, Hudson and Clint pitched in to clear a space for a wrestling match. Both Scott and Ryder kinda half-smiled realizing they were gonna grapple and so sized each other up. "But what about the neighbors?" Santi asked like he was trying to find an excuse for it not to happen. "Not a problem," Clint insisted. "My boyfriend lives above the parking garage, so there's no one below, and the stairway is next door which is soundproofed with concrete, and being on the corner there's no one else around, plus above is the gym so we can all make as much noise as we want." "Sure ya wanna go against me?" Scott asked like a palsy-walsy dare. "Does this answer your question?" Ryder replied while slipping off his jersey and standing there with a half-chub. Santi fretted but Russell and Hudson sat him down one of the couches and held his hands. Meanwhile, Brandon and Clint perched on the other couch while Kent went to referee. Ryder was grinning all the way up to the moment the match started. Then it was like a switch was flipped in his head. The giggly sixth-grader took on a look of absolute concentration. After all, this was a chance to show his Big what he could do - he wasn't going to mess it up. The two competitors grappled back and forth for a minute, trying to get the superior hold on each other. Scott's strength didn't help him as much because Ryder was used to sparring with Kent. Every time the QB thought he had a grip, the slender gradeschooler slipped away. Suddenly Ryder got behind Scott and took his legs out from under him. The taller blond went down and the shorter blond quickly pinned him. "Come on, Scotty!" Clint cheered. Kent counted, "ONE one-thousand!" Scott tried to roll the boy off him, but Ryder was braced and wouldn't let him get away. "Is it over?" Santi asked, his hands covering his eyes. "Almost," Hudson said. "Go Ryder!" "TWO one-thousand!" Brandon cheered the loudest and came over to hold his boyfriend's hand up in victory. "Winner and CHAMPEEN!!! Weighing in at 72 pounds soaking wet, we have Ryder the Rumbler!" "Well, uh, ya-no, guess I owe ya, then," Scott said as he sank to his knees. "But just wanna say, impressive moves there, doofus." He held out his hand and it was shook. "You're a worthy opponent yourself, fidget," Ryder smiled and plugged the other blond's mouth with his hairless hard-on. What a wild experience it was for Ryder to have the middleschool Big Man on Campus servicing his dick in the midst of all these boy spectators. Though the oral was sloppy and out of sync, the 11-year-old wrestler enjoyed every second of it. Ryder glimpsed Brandon dragging Hudson up to his crotch. "All right, middle bro, I know what you need - a big brother dick. You better satisfy me if you know what's good for you." This was playing into Hudson's fantasy of being at the beck and call of an older and stronger brother whose only interest was in satisfying his own needs. Soon everyone started getting together in groups to kiss, suck and fuck. Ryder traded glances with Kent, who had Russell bent over with a slippery knob nudging his balloon knot so that Hudson could get off on his boyfriend being used by a domineering bro. The Brothers would have Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day together for more fun, laughs and friskiness! This holiday would be the one to remember for years to come! ***** When Kent awoke on Christmas morning, he was surrounded by naked boys. And that was the best Christmas present he could have ever hoped for. Normally, of course, children would already be up and eager to see what Santa had brought. But the Brothers had had a busy few days and were plain worn out. Plus, there was no reason for them to expect presents under the tree to unwrap. But they were wrong. Following a wakeup call, the group bounded into the den wearing just their jerseys. They found a modest stack of presents there, one for each boy. Ryder passed them out and the sound of paper being shredded filled the air. Scott was hard to buy for, since his dad provided most anything he wanted. So Kent got him a stack of MEN'S FITNESS magazines, which wasn't something the boy had ever seen. Inside were helpful tips for weightlifting that Kent thought he could use. Brandon got a brand-new glove to go with the new bat Kent had bought for him before. Because a star pitcher needed the best equipment. Russell got his own boxed set of THE LORD OF THE RINGS movies, which included the extras and behind-the-scenes stuff. And when the fanboy saw it, he let out a small squeak of delight. Santi got a gift set of scented candles that had all his favorites. The Latino boy opened it up carefully and took out each one to give it a reverent sniff. Ryder got the nerf gun he'd been desperate for ever since he saw Brandon's in action. The two could have all the Nerf battles they wanted. Hudson got a nice pair of wireless headphones since he'd been complaining about always having to keep the volume low on his iPad - either when having fun with Russell or just watching his movies. Clint, of course, got an assortment box of candies, including a few jawbreakers. The boy immediately grabbed the pink lemonade one, which he hadn't ever tasted before, and popped it into his mouth. Much to his delight, Ryder heard Scott suggest the Brothers stay in their jerseys all through Christmas, which got a unanimous vote. They binged the first few seasons of BIG MOUTH since not everyone had seen the show. It almost made Ryder teary eyed when the Brothers changed the lyrics a bit and sang, "We're goooooooing through changes... in our life!" There was an Antonio Cruz dance party with all the Brothers treated to a performance by Ryder, Santi and even Clint. Kent got the biggest applause when he did his own solo gyrations to the Cruz "Dotting I's with Hearts" song. Then all the Brothers joined in together and had the wildest time. The snow finally let up a little, so everyone trekked outside for a snowball fight. At first Santi and even Russell had hid away from the action, but they eventually got into the spirit of it and landed some balls to the face. It was like a mini-paradise where you could play video games while being sucked off, or eat some treats while just gabbing, or go off with Kent to be plowed in the bedroom, or get into a wrestling match where the loser had to suck off the winner, or shower alone with your boyfriend for some romantic time, or receive sensual shoulder massages from Santi, or... just anything! Following Boxing Day the roads were cleared, so the boys could return to their families. Kent's place became more of a drop-in for the rest of the holiday, which was also fun and surprising as to who was around and what you could get up to. At one point it was just the Little Brother and his Big Brother. The two of them had a whole night together and spent it having sex and reminiscing about all the stuff that had happened. Kent cuddled Ryder close. He really did have to get the boy home, but his mom was working late so they had a little time yet. And he loved having his lover boy in his arms. "It's been such an amazing year," the Big said to his Little. "So many changes, and all good ones. And it's thanks to you." Ryder grinned at him, aglow with happiness. "It's been great for me too. I started the year thinking all that bad stuff and then, bam! You changed everything. And it just got better and better." Kent kissed the top of the youngster's head. "Yes, it did. If you'd told me 10 years ago that I'd have so many wonderful, loving boys in my life, I'd never have believed you." "Ten years ago I was barely even born!" Ryder said with a giggle. He kissed his Big on the lips. "I wonder what next year will be like?" "I dunno, doofus. But as long as you guys are with me, I think it will have to be pretty special." Ryder beamed at him and Kent caught his lips in a fiery kiss. Rolling the boy onto his back, the man growled low in his throat. They had time for one more fuck before his Little was due home.