Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2020 07:13:21 +0300
From: Under Jug <under.jug2016@yandex.com>
Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 2

Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 2

by Underjug & TheRealCOG

M/b, con, oral, anal

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Kent MacTiernan slowly opened his eyes, wondering why he felt so at peace
and comfortable.  The warm body curled up on him was his first clue, and it
didn't take much more to remember what had happened.

Memories of sweetness and ecstasy flitted through his head, filling him
with tremendous euphoria followed by crushing guilt. Kent had let his dick
take over and he'd crossed a line he never should have crossed.

He really had a talent for fucking up.

Naked still, Kent managed to extricate himself from the sleeping boy and
went to get a shower.  Usually, he worked out in the morning before
cleaning up, but he really just felt he needed a wash. Like he could
somehow scrape off the guilt of what he'd done.

Ryder Strauss was woken to the sound of faint rain splatters and stretched
luxuriously under the sheets. His yawn was cut short when he
realized... I'M IN KENT'S BED!

The 11-year-old broke into a grin as he rubbed an eye with the back of his
hand. BUT WHERE'S KENT?

The boy listened and quickly figured out he'd mistaken the sound of a
shower for rain. That meant... his Big was naked. Getting all wet. Using
that bar of soap on his body.

Ryder jumped out of bed and pitter-pattered to the bathroom. The door was
ajar. YAY!

Quietly, the excited preteen slipped into the steamy room. He stripped out
of Kent's old tee that had been used as a nightshirt. Next were his
Spider-Man undies.

The boy crept to the shower and peeked through the gap in the curtain. Oh
good, Kent was leaning his forehead against the wall. He wouldn't see.

Suppressing a giggle, Ryder snuck into the shower and stood there in the
buff. The sight of Kent also in the buff made the boy stiffen.

With a soft, sweet voice, Ryder said, "Morning."

Kent had been so lost in his thoughts and mired in his misery he hadn't
noticed the boy sneaking in. So the sudden greeting had him jumping out of
his skin.

He turned and... Of course Ryder was naked.

Kent clapped a hand over his eyes.

"Showering isn't a team sport, doofus," he said, doing his best to remain
as calm as possible.

If he could just pretend everything was normal, then maybe somehow
magically it would all BECOME normal.

"I'm NOT a 'doofus,'" chuckled Ryder. This was their routine every time
they met up. Kent would call him that word and Ryder would respond with a
friendly shove of protest and then he'd let his Big call him the word for
the rest of their visit.

So Ryder followed through with their routine, stepping forward and giving
Kent his weak-boy push. He chuckled some more then shivered. "Brr, it's
cold, I need to get warm."

Despite Kent's attempt to block him, Ryder ducked and found a spot under
the shower next to the coolest adult ever to have lived. Ryder got a
glimpse of his Big Brother's dink. It was smaller than it had been last
night - but not by much because it was almost hard.

"Soap, please!" smiled Ryder as he held out his small hand for the bar in
the man's grip.

Kent once again had no idea what to do or say. He didn't want to hurt
Ryder's feelings, after all.  This was his fault for letting the lines get
blurred. So he couldn't take it out on the kid.

The Big looked down at his grinning Little. It had to be some sort of
divine punishment, having everything he wanted right in front of him and
knowing without a doubt he couldn't have it.

He pinched the water out of his eyes and gave Ryder a half-hearted poke in
the chest.

"You shouldn't be in here, doofus."

Ryder told himself he would never wash his chest again after the awesome
feeling of his naked Big poking him in that spot.

Despite being so young, Ryder could tell when Kent was ordering him around
and when Kent was merely suggesting. The first tone made it difficult to
convince his Big otherwise, but the second tone just needed a little bit of
pleading in order to win the battle.

"Aw, c'mon, it's just guys being guys, that's what you always say."

The boy could see Kent about to protest, so he jumped right in.

"Plus, we showered together when we went swimming, and even though we kept
our swimsuits on, there were still naked dudes and we could've been naked
too, and that would've been okay."  He could see Kent hesitate. "And I
would never say anything. I promise, Kent. I promise. So pleeeeeeeezzzzzz
can't we shower together?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Ryder could see Kent's dink thicken some more
and it thrilled the boy.

Kent felt his moral center hopelessly outmatched between his libido and
Ryder's pleading eyes.  But he was not going to surrender. In the dark,
with the world outside so quiet, it was easy to fool one's self into
thinking they could do what they did. But in the light of day, Kent knew
the harsh reality of the world would never allow it.

He passed the soap to Ryder and rinsed off. Then he stepped out of the
shower and closed the curtain behind him. He didn't say anything because
his head was a mess. But he was going to have to figure out a way to
explain without hurting Ryder that the lines had to be re-established,
permanently.

And for that, he definitely needed coffee.

"Hey. Where're you going? Kent?"

Ryder was genuinely puzzled because his Big never walked out on him without
a word. But even worse was seeing the man's nakedness disappear behind the
curtain.

"Awwwwww."

Pouting, Ryder ran the soap over his body. He didn't even know why he was
cleaning himself when his showers were always before bedtime. So he
purposely did a poor job... except when he realized the bar had been used
on his Big's dink. To make himself feel better, the grade-schooler scrubbed
his little boner with the soap. He remembered the orgasm that Kent had
given him last night with the sucking.

Ryder wanted to feel the orgasm again. But he didn't want to do it
himself. This was what Kent should do to him.

Because they were in love. Well, at least Ryder was in love with Kent. His
Big just needed to realize he was in love with Ryder.

Kent got the coffee going, pulled on workout shorts, then started
exercising. That at least gave his body something to do with all the
nervous energy. The crunches pushed his muscles, making everything strain,
and soon he was sweating.

But he couldn't stop thinking about the night before. The guilt and
self-recriminations ate away at him, made the worse for how hard he got
thinking of Ryder, naked and beautiful in his bed.

How was he going to survive a week of this?

Ryder was experiencing abandonment issues as he dried himself. It wasn't
like Kent to give him the silent treatment. Maybe his Big really didn't
like him. But that was dumb because they'd had so much fun. Especially last
night!

The boy picked up his dirty clothes. He really didn't want to get back into
them. So he took the tee shirt and undies out to the living room where Kent
was exercising. It wasn't unusual for the kid to see the jock keeping fit;
Kent took Ryder jogging and they went to the fitness center where the boy
was shown how to push weights.

"Where should these go?" the naked preteen said, holding out the dirty
clothes.

Kent stopped and just stared at his Little. Apparently, avoiding the
problem wasn't working. And it wasn't doing any good to just hope Ryder
would go back to normal. He stood up and looked at the gorgeous boy. The
loose shorts didn't do anything to disguise his arousal, but he made
himself ignore that fact.

"The hamper is in the bathroom," he said as calmly as he could. "You need
to get dressed, doofus.  You can't just... It's not okay for you to walk
around naked, all right?"

Ryder was hurt by Kent's unfriendliness. Everything had been going so
well. But... maybe his Big realized he really didn't care for Ryder. The
terrible thought brought a tear to the boy's eye.

"How come you're being so mean to me, Big Brother? What'd I do?"

The kid stood there, sniffling. It was supposed to be a fun week. But it
was starting to feel anything but.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA!

Kent stepped over and knelt so he was eye to eye with Ryder. "I'm sorry,
doofus. I'm trying to not be mean. But we have to just go back to being Big
and Little, okay? What we did... What I did last night was wrong. I
shouldn't have..."

The miserable look on Ryder's face tore at his heart. Things were a total
mess and it was all his fault.

"Ryder, last night was amazing. It's something I've wanted for a long
time... But we can't. It's wrong. So it has to stop."

Ryder dropped the clothing and turned on the waterworks. "You don't love
me."

The boy ran off to Kent's room. He threw himself onto the bed and covered
his head with a pillow. Despite his misery, he realized it was filled with
his Big's scent. Between sniffles he took in the manliness that had seeped
into the fabric. The manliness that Kent now refused to share.

Ryder lay there atop the bed, naked, inconsolable.

Kent had the overpowering desire to smack his head against the wall for his
complete stupidity.  He had ruined what was a perfectly wonderful
relationship with his Little Brother. It was everything he wanted, without
the sex. And then he'd added sex and broke it.

Because he was an idiot.

Ryder's tears were agony for him. He would do anything to make them
stop... But the only thing Ryder wanted, he couldn't do. He COULDN'T. He'd
made that deal with himself. One night only.

Kent went to the bedroom and took in the sight of the naked body belonging
to the miserable, heartbroken boy. How in the world was he going to fix
this?

The Big went over and sat on the bed. Cautiously, he put a soothing hand on
the boy's back.

"Come on, doofus... You know I care about you. Please don't cry."

Ryder whipped his head out from underneath the pillow and faced Kent
accusingly. His thoughts went immediately to the boy that Kent had
experimented with in his youth. "You only just CARE about me, but you LOVE
Sam. Sam's better than me and you liked being with Sam and doing all that
stuff with Sam, but you think I'm lame and you think Sam's the greatest."

"Ryder..."

The boy saw Kent reach out. Ordinarily that would have been a welcome
touch. But Ryder flinched.

"No, you'd rather be with Sam and kiss him and touch him. You said..."
Ryder paused. It was as if Kent's words were reaching his ears after a
delayed signal. "Hey," Ryder mused while wiping away a tear, "did you say
what we did was something you wanted to do for a long time?"

The boy's face relaxed. Misery replaced by hope.

Kent took a deep breath. There was nothing lost in being honest
anymore. Not after what they'd done. And if Kent had to admit how messed up
he was to make Ryder feel better, then that was a sacrifice he had to make.

"If I had to choose between you and Sam, doofus, I'd choose you." BECAUSE
SAM ISN'T A SEXY YOUNG BOY. "Since the day I met you, I've thought you're
the most special, handsome, wonderful boy I've ever met. That's why I let
myself give in last night."

At Ryder's excited expression, Kent shook his head. "But it was wrong of me
to do that. I'm too old for you."

Ryder was much too elated to hear anything more after finding out Kent
would not only pick Ryder over the other kid but also thought Ryder was the
greatest boy ever. The naked preteen threw his arms around Kent.

"I love you too. So much. I'm sorry I brought up Sam, I promise I'll never
mention him again. It's just you're the first dude I got to be gay with. I
don't wanna be with anyone else but you!" Ryder felt the hesitant, bare
arms of his Big performing an awkward half-embrace. The boy's small face
was buried in Kent's lightly patterned chest hair. "This has been the best
time. Ever!"

Kent finally pushed Ryder away - gently, but firmly - and looked seriously
into those small blue eyes. The Little was not getting it and that spelled
trouble.

"I'm glad you liked what we did last night. It was amazing. But we can't do
that again. Do you understand?"

Ryder held up his hands. "'Kay, but listen, listen. No, please, listen."

The boy became exasperated and he could see Kent settle down. "So, like,
um, you said I should do this stuff with boys my age. But I did. I did do
it and all I felt was bad. Like the first boy who made me think we were
gonna, and then all he cared about was this girl that he asked to join us
and he made me feel weird for not liking her. And that other boy who was,
like, totally like you and me. But we didn't even do anything and then he
said we weren't friends no more."

Seeing that Kent was about to downplay what Ryder had said, the boy
desperately went on. "And I didn't tell you about one more boy when, um,
when I was six and we touched each other just once in his basement. But it
was, like, for two seconds and then he said he didn't wanna do it
again. So, okay, you're like, 'Oh, you hafta do it with boys your own age.'
But know what? Doing it with you was, like, the first time ever I felt good
being gay."

Ryder saw that he was at least starting to get through to his Big
Brother. "And it's only starting to feel bad when you, like, when you say
you don't wanna do it with me no more."

Being a Phys. Ed. teacher, Kent dealt with young boys all the time. He knew
when he was being manipulated and this was clearly a case of Ryder pulling
out all the stops to get what he wanted.

Kent had let this happen. There was no question his failure to keep his own
libido in check had trapped him in an impossible situation. The only way
out seemed to involve a lot of pain on Ryder's part. And Kent absolutely
promised himself never to hurt the boy. So, despite having told himself
never again, the choice seemed palpably clear.

An excuse? A rationalization? Maybe... PROBABLY... But he wanted Ryder and
the boy wanted him too.

Why not at least try? How much worse could he make it?

But something inside him still protested. His temptation to continue their
sexual relations buckling, Kent made one last attempt to stave off what
seemed his inevitable defeat. "Ryder...  You don't understand what you're
asking for..."

Ryder looked up with doe eyes. "Is it 'cause my dinkie's too small? I know
yours is way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way huger and you got
balls that hang down and you got hairs and can shoot sperm. But we, like,
do lotsa stuff together, you and me, and even though I'm littler we still
have fun."

"No, doofus," said Kent, "it's not that at all."

Ryder's hairless cocklet was still hard. He could see the teepee rising
higher in Kent's shorts. The boy carefully crawled across the bed to his
Big.

"So, like, I told you I always wanted an older brother and that, um, I
sometimes pretended to talk to an older brother all the time like he was
there with me. But I never told you, um, that most of the time I pretended
he slept in my bed with me when we talked. I'm not fibbing, it's true, just
so you know. You were honest with me, so I'm being totally, totally honest
with you."

Ryder climbed into Kent's lap, the teepee pressing sharply against the
boy's naked side.

"And, okay, I never told you I didn't quite know what my pretend older
brother looked like exactly, like I didn't know what his face looked
like. But he was bigger and he'd be in his underwear. 'Cause one time I saw
my friend Hudson's big brother, he was, like, in his underwear and so... I
wasn't imagining Hudson's big brother beside me, but just this dude in his
underwear who was my older brother. And I never told you THIS, but even
before I knew you, I thought about, like, taking off the older brother's
underwear and - I didn't know what his dink looked like, but I imagined it
was bigger - and I thought about sucking it."

Ryder could see Kent was frozen in place, listening intently to his
words. The boy blushed revealing his secret thoughts. "So that was even
before I knew you. I wasn't as interested in sucking on a dinkie like
mine. I wanted to suck on a big brother's dink. So, just so you know I
thought about it even before I, like, sucked on yours for real."

The boy settled even deeper into his Big's lap. He laid one of his arms
down, against the hardness. "It was cooler when I saw you didn't even sleep
in your underwear. I like that even better. And, um, I never thought about
the older brother shooting sperm in my mouth and me swallowing it, so I got
to do something I didn't even know about, which is even cooler. You're,
like, the older brother I always wanted, and it's specialer 'cause you're
even called my Big Brother."

Kent hesitated for a moment before hugging the naked boy to him. He didn't
get jealous, really, hearing about this other male that Ryder had been
attracted to. The stronger feeling was an awareness that Ryder had been
heading towards an encounter with someone older for a while. It was just a
lucky coincidence that Kent had met him, because there were other men who
would take full advantage of Ryder and leave him hurt and broken inside.

And if Kent continued to refuse, Ryder would almost certainly find one of
those men. The idea made Kent both angry and sad. No, he couldn't let that
happen. Better that it be him, even with all the risks involved, than some
predator.

It would at least give Kent the chance to find another solution.

"You are one persistent little doofus, you know that?"

He stroked his fingers down the boy's back.

"All right, you sweet boy... We can try it."

Ryder froze with excitement. He had wished with all his might that Kent
would keep being gay with him. But now that his Big had said he would,
Ryder turned shy and hesitant. He stared up from Kent's lap with sweet,
vulnerable eyes.

"'Kay."

It was strange, the youngster suddenly didn't know what to do. The
trembling returned. Along with the quickening of his beating heart. But
deep within him was the glow of purest happiness.

Kent tipped the boy's chin up and smiled warmly at him. He wanted Ryder to
know everything was fine now. He never wanted to see his Little cry again.

"But you're still a doofus."

He leaned in and captured the boy's lips in a loving kiss. The part of his
brain screaming warnings became muted now that the choice had been
made. This might (and likely would) end in disaster, but for now, he was
going to enjoy it.

Ryder melted into a puddle in Kent's lap. This was the kiss of the century,
he was certain of it.  Kent was so powerful, yet he treated the tyke with a
loving tenderness. Ryder knew he belonged nowhere but here. With his Big
Brother. Kissing him.

The boy parted his lips. The two of them weren't just going to be brothers
kissing. This was serious. And it called for tongues.

Ryder whimpered as Kent's thicker adult tongue frenched him.

On instinct the boy reached into Kent's shorts and grabbed hold of the
cucumber, all sticky with precome. He squeezed gently as his mind fell into
a wonderland of intense love for the tender jock.

Kent was a little startled by the boy's assertiveness, but he liked it as
well. It made it clear (if it wasn't already) that Ryder wanted this. Even
if he could only have dry cums, the boy was hot for him.

The Big made out with his Little, touching him all over and reveling in the
knowledge that he was allowed to be with the boy the way he'd been longing
for.

"Will you suck it for me again, Ryder? Please? It felt so good when you did
that last night..."

Ryder was almost overwhelmed by the offer. Swallowing dryly, he nodded and
said, "'O! Kay!"

Slowly, the 11-year-old pulled his hand out from the man's shorts - his
fingers glued together with precome - and climbed out of the warm lap. He
watched Kent strip off his only article of clothing.

And now Ryder had a full appreciation of the enormous size of the adult
dink. It truly looked like a cucumber covered in skin. Above it was a
trimmed beard of dark red curlies. The balls hung low in their hairless
sack.

The boy took a moment to revere the amazing equipment he was allowed to
play with.

Kent got to his knees on the bed and Ryder crawled forward.

"Thank you, Big Brother," the boy whispered. "Please show me how to suck it
good."

Kent licked his lips, loving the earnest expression and those clear blue
eyes so full of happiness and adoration. He was the luckiest man alive, he
was sure.

"Start by licking it... Yeah, like that," he said as the underage boy began
a thorough tongue- bathing. "Feels so good, Ryder..."

The dryness in Ryder's throat was quenched the moment his little tongue
made contact with the pointer on the end of the dink. Precome flowed
steadily and Ryder felt like an overheated pet on a scorching summer's day
lapping at refreshing water from a tap. The more the boy licked, the more
it made his Big moan.

When he'd had his fill, Ryder moved onto the cucumber and licked all down
the length. The skin covering it was like latex in how stretchy it was. The
kid wanted to taste every inch of it. AND, BOY, THERE ARE A LOT OF INCHES,
he thought.

Kent moaned in lust. Having his Little take care of his dick was beyond
anything he'd imagined.  It was pure, perfect bliss feeling that tongue
sliding over his shaft.

"Lick my nuts too, okay?"

Ryder felt another thrill. Oddly, he had never thought this was something
you could do. Already he was learning new things from his teacher. He
crawled forward, lowered his head, and tongued the dangling balls. They
jiggled like underinflated water balloons as his mouth pleasured them.

Kent mumbled his approval, panting a little as Ryder lovingly attended to
his dick. Usually the boy was so hyperactive and unable to focus on
anything, so it was astonishing the deliberateness with which the preteen
licked over every single inch of him.

"Oh, sweet boy, yeah, lick me just like that..."

He bit his lower lip and watched the erotic show of the naked Little
sensuously laving his dick with that sexy tongue, as if the cock were a
savory juice pop.

Ryder felt warmth on his back and thought it was Kent's hand. But looking
over his shoulder, the grade-schooler could see the ultra-hard dink
dripping precome all over his little shoulder blades and the clear strings
of fluid oozing down his bare backside.

"That's good!" breathed Kent. "Now put the head in your mouth and just lick
away the precome...  God, you're making me so hot, Ryder!"

The boy's face shone at the praise. Sometimes Kent would offer
encouragement to Ryder, like when he was taught how to hit a baseball and
his Big would say, "That's good," even though Ryder kept missing the ball
with every swing of the bat. But there were other times, like when Ryder
made a basket during a game of horse and his mentor would say, "That's
good!"

Licking the enormous dink, Ryder felt like he was getting the more honest
enthusiastic Kent.

The youth had only imagined a bigger dude wanting him to take care of what
was between his legs. But here he was with Kent telling him to put the head
- the pointer he decided it must be - in his mouth.

Ryder drew back and grinned from ear to ear at his Big Brother.

"I'm gonna try to suck it real good for you."

He opened up and welcomed the thick head past his little boy lips. And once
again he drank down the steady flow of precome.

"Unnn... Fuck... That's amazing, little man," Kent sighed.

He'd come twice last night and yet and still he was already racing towards
another climax.  Watching Ryder suck him off was simply too intense for him
to hold back. He tried. He wanted this to go on, to give Ryder all the time
in the world to explore, but that would have to wait for later.

"Oh god, gonna cum... Swallow it for me, sweet boy..."

Ryder prepared himself like when he and Kent did ON YOUR MARK-GET SET-GO
before racing each other. Every muscle in the boy's undeveloped body
tensed.

Last night the dink shot like a gun accidentally going off, but this
morning, now that man and boy were both wanting it just as much, it seemed
Kent was excited to fire and Ryder sensed it would be even more explosive.

In preparation, the kid licked and sucked the head more energetically so he
wouldn't be caught off guard. He echoed his mentor with sympathy moans,
watching with equal excitement as Kent growled in anticipation of the giant
wads of sperm he was about to deliver.

"AHHHH!" Kent cried as he shot volleys of come.

He watched Ryder eagerly gulping and swallowing as his meat filled the
boy's mouth with spunk.  Kent shuddered all over from the intensity of the
climax, moaning Ryder's name in approval and gratitude.

Then he flopped back on the bed, spent, drained, satisfied.

"Mmmm..."

Ryder gulped down the remaining white stuff, with even more of it blown out
the sides of his cheeks and dripping onto his upper chest. The naked Little
simply could not handle the volume.

"Geez, that was tons stronger than last night!" Ryder babbled
gleefully. "It was like a power washer!"

His waggling tongue obsessively licked up the stuff off his chin, his mouth
making noisy slurps.  He wiped off more with the back of his wrist. Even
though Kent didn't seem to be listening, just like his mom when she'd lay
on the couch after a hard day, Ryder continued to gush nonetheless with the
full knowledge he was barely being heard.

"It almost hurt my throat it shot so hard, but I totally loved it!" More
wiping and slurping. "Whoa, I can't believe how much more you also shot,
Kent, I'll bet it was, like, 10 times more, it was so cool!"

All his Big did was stare up glassy-eyed and repeat "uh-huh." Giggling,
Ryder accepted the man's offer for a cuddle. The kid nestled beside the
more massive adult body and watched the still-hard thick dink pulse and
drip more white stuff.?

Kent was in a daze and it wasn't just from the mind-blowing orgasm Ryder
had just given him.  Their relationship had fundamentally changed
now. Ryder wasn't just his Little anymore, but now his... what? He wasn't
sure what the right word was for it.

Didn't matter, Kent was happy, more so than he had been in a very long
time. Even with the nagging worry for how this could go wrong, he felt
truly elated from his first unrestrained sexual experience with his
boycrush.

He nuzzled the hair on the tiny head. "So I guess you won't be sleeping on
the couch anymore..."

Ryder smiled, eyes closed. He enjoyed the welcoming tenderness of the
bigger dude, as if he were now in the club and had extra privileges.

"Nuh-uh, it's now our bed and..." He licked his lips and savored the
creaminess. "...and I'm definitely gonna stay in it. And I promise I won't
say anything to my mom, 'kay, I swear swear swear I won't, 'cause I know
you'd get in trouble and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you
'cause I love you so much and I love what we did and, wow, I just, like, I
can't believe it, I just kinda wanna cry 'cause this is, like, the first
time I did anything and it was so good, and I did it with the coolest dude
ever and-"

The boy felt the squeeze of his Big's flexed arm and it soothed him into a
contented silence.

"I just... love you so much."

Kent turned Ryder's face to him, a sweet smile on his face. "I love you
too, even if you are a doofus," he said and kissed his Little long and deep
and soulfully.

He'd fought it. He'd denied it. He'd tried to overcome it. But the simple
truth was he had loved Ryder for months and now that he had decided to let
himself have it, he felt like peace had been achieved in his warring head.

Maybe it wasn't about figuring out everything and planning it all down to
the last detail. Maybe it was about living for now.

"Tonight I'm gonna love you all night long, my sweet boy."

It was wonderfully strange for Ryder to hear the word "doofus." Before it
was just simply Big Brother affection, but now it was tinged with love and
the boy felt even giddier because they were boys and even if they could get
gooey they were also macho or... Ryder couldn't explain it, and he didn't
want to think about it too much, because Kent had promised a whole evening
of love.

Instead of being a motor mouth, Ryder allowed himself to feel comfortable
in the male silence.  He watched the giant dink continue to pulse. It was
still stiff as a board. The leaking sperm had puddled into Kent's belly
button.

The boy gazed about the bedroom. It looked so different now that Ryder knew
he belonged here.  This was... THEIR place.

As much as Kent wanted to lie in bed with his boy, he knew that wasn't
really an option.

"Okay, doofus, let's do our morning workout and then have breakfast. Then
we'll go to the beach for a while. Sound good?"

Kent was again trying to get them back to normal, but normal now included
having sex. And he was looking forward to doing that, a lot, but later. It
would be all the sweeter for having to wait a few hours.

Ryder grinned. "I brung my workout clothes. Race you to my backpack!"

Giggling, the boy leapt out of bed, but Kent caught up to him at the
doorway and held him back with his powerful hand as they ran down the
hallway into the living room. Ryder won, but he knew Kent had let him
win. Before the youngster could get dressed, Kent cleaned off the rest of
the sperm with a towel, but after some begging, Ryder was allowed to leave
just a tiny bit on his chest as a keepsake.

They went for a jog through the park. Kent then took Ryder to the gym in
the building and the boy helped out his Big with fetching weights for his
bicep and delts routine.

Ryder showered while Kent fixed breakfast, and after Kent showered they
took off for the beach.

Kent felt better and better as the day went on. Ryder was back to his usual
self; playful, silly and sometimes stubborn. It was like nothing had really
changed, but everything had. Sometimes Ryder gave him a smirk, a different
sort of smirk than his usual impish grin, that seemed to say "I'm gonna
suck your cock later on."

Part of what had helped Kent grow at ease was that he didn't see anyone
eying them like they were sure he had defiled the boy. To the outside
world, they were just Big Brother and Little Brother, and as long as things
stayed that way, they would be fine.

By the time they got home, Kent was pleasantly exhausted. He didn't even
object when Ryder stepped out of his wet swimsuit as soon as the door was
closed.

"Hang it in the bathroom to dry," he told Ryder. Then he grinned and a
moment later Kent's wet shorts landed on Ryder's head. "Those too, while
you're at it."

Naked, he went into the kitchen to start dinner.

Ryder made a kissy-face to the dink that poked out at more than half-mast
as Kent walked off.  The boy got hard himself while completing his
chore. And he couldn't stop giggling at how boned up they were as he helped
his Big make dinner.

"Are we gonna eat at the table naked?" the Little said with a scandalized
smile.

"That's exactly what we're gonna do, doofus," said Kent with a confident
nod. "In fact, we're not putting on any clothes for the rest of the
evening, what do you think of that?"

Ryder's eyes widened. "O! Kay!" He had to stifle his giggles all throughout
their meal.

Once dinner was done and the dishes were put away, Kent headed for the
shower again to clean off the salt water. As he reached the door of the
bathroom, he looked back over at Ryder, who was watching him curiously and
intently.

"Gonna wash up..." He smiled at his Little. "Coming?"

Ryder felt his heart swell. "Sure!"

He ran hard and jumped up and clung onto Kent's waist, giggling as his Big
tried to climb into the shower and turn on the taps. It was exhilarating to
be naked and hard and all-male. This was the kind of experience the
11-year-old had been craving and only Kent was making it happen.

Kent smirked and smacked the boy on the butt. " No two-minute shower for
you this time, doofus. I'm gonna make sure you get clean... ALL over..."

Lathering his hands, he began running the soap over the boy's tanned skin,
delighting that he got to do this now. He took his time, too, because he
wanted to bask in this new freedom.

"You are the sexiest boy I've ever met," Kent breathed as he ran his hands
over Ryder's torso.

Ryder calmed down. The mood was different. His shyness and vulnerability
returned. The cheeks on his face flushed red.

Kent - the man he'd been crushing hard on - was showering with him... and
showering him with compliments. For years the boy had craved something
sorta like this. But now it was all real.

"A-And you're the handsomest dude e-ever," the preadolescent stammered. He
shivered with pleasure as Kent's hands caressed him. No longer was he
rambunctious, as his mom called him, but quiet and small.

"I think... you're the greatest."

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky, that's for sure," Kent said with a grin, poking
Ryder in the chest.  When the boy giggled, he laughed along with him.

The man reached down with a soapy hand and stroked Ryder's stiff little
pole. "This is big for a boy your age. You're gonna be a stallion when you
grow up."

Hearing the boy's breathing go heavy and seeing the delighted pleasure on
his face made Kent warm all over. He'd buried his thoughts and feelings for
his Little so deep that it was intoxicating to feel them run loose.

Ryder eyes went half-lidded as his dinkie was stimulated by his Big's
fingers.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhh, it'll... mmmmm... it'll never be as huge as yours."

He opened his eyes. The wrist-thick dink hovered before him. Overcome with
an irresistible urge, and without waiting for permission, the preteen
leaned forward and lapped at the head. Kent was forced to release his grip
on Ryder as he moaned.

Ryder felt the water from his Big trickle over him as he continued to lick
the long skin tube. He imagined they had got caught outside in a
rainstorm. It was tropical with the steam enveloping their bodies.

Being with Kent was beyond amazing. Ryder's tiny tongue attempted to cover
the acres of thick pillar. It was salty and musky and the boy was
addicted. He wanted to breathe in and be this male scent. The same one
trapped in Kent's tee shirt and pillow.

Now his tongue explored the dangling balls, even saltier and just as
wonderful. It meant the world to Ryder to pleasure a man. Everything was as
big as Texas. He wanted to get lost in Kent's maleness.

Kent let out a sigh of contentment. Ryder was such an eager boy, so hungry
to taste and lick and savor. And the Big Brother was happy to let the boy
explore. Kent had never felt any desire to be aggressive in bed. If Ryder
wanted to take time and enjoy himself, Kent wouldn't stop him.

"Just no putting this in your 'What I Did on my Summer Vacation' essay,
doofus..."

Kent washed the boy's back as Ryder continued to explore, more as an excuse
to touch the boy than anything else.

Ryder giggled as the dangling balls partly muffled his voice between licks.

"'What I Did on my Summer Vacation.' First I licked the head of my Big. It
was very tasty. After that I licked the tube-"

"Shaft."

"Correction. Shaft. It was very salty. But also tasty."

Kent chuckled at the idea of old Mrs. Biederman getting such an essay from
Ryder. It would probably shock her straight into a stroke. Ryder had told
him on any number of occasions how much he disliked that teacher.

"Next I licked and licked my Big's balls. They were very jiggly. But also
tasty. Finally, I sucked my Big's huge dink-"

"Dick, doofus."

"Correction. Dick, doofus."

The two laughed. Ryder rose up, opened his mouth, and stuffed his small
mouth with the head and half of the shaft. He sucked lovingly. Kent's hands
intensified their circles on Ryder's back.

"Mmmm... I love that so much, Ryder... Feels awesome."

Kent leaned back against the shower wall and let the kid go to town,
licking, sucking and slurping on the throbbing manhood.

"Can you get some more in your mouth, sexy boy? Just relax and breathe
through your nose..."

Ryder gazed up at the dazed smile on Kent's face. It had never occurred to
him to get more than half the shaft into his mouth. But Kent was always
encouraging the boy to push himself.

C'MON, YOU'VE GOT THIS, JUST ANOTHER QUARTER MILE TO RUN.

THAT'S A GREAT JUMP, DOOFUS, BET YOU CAN MAKE IT EVEN FARTHER ON YOUR NEXT
ONE.

Now it was cramming more of his Big's dick down his throat. Ryder welcomed
the challenge.  Following the instructions from the naked man - relaxing
and not breathing through his mouth - the kid made over three-quarters of
the shaft disappear. He looked up with an I DID IT! look on his face.

"Ohhhh, that's my good boy... Yeah..."

Kent was so proud of Ryder for being able to get so much cock down his
throat. The boy's lips were stretched wide around his shaft and his eyes
were closed in concentration as he tried to adjust to the mouthful.

It was so unbelievable that the youngster wanted to do this so much, almost
as much as Kent wanted him to do it. He'd never imagined Ryder would
already be so sexually curious.

Ryder forced another inch past his lips and gagged. Quickly he pulled back
to the three-quarter mark. That amount of shaft was comfortable. For now.

The boy wanted more - ALL OF IT - but he promised himself by the time he
returned to his mom's, he would conquer the entire dick.

With a quick glance up, the Little caught the appreciative smile on his
Big's face. The large hand stopped massaging Ryder's back and gently cupped
the back of his head, the same gesture when Kent expressed his affection as
they strolled through a park or stopped to get a treat.

Ryder was so happy. This was what he had been craving for so
long. Pleasuring a dick. His hungry sucks continued. He wanted Kent to know
how much he loved him.

"Oh, man, you are so good at this..."

Kent let Ryder set the pace, enjoying the fervent, hungry suck job and the
sight of the preteen nursing on his massive tool with such determination.

"Gonna cum, sweet boy... UNNNN..."

His climax built up to a crescendo to where he couldn't hold back if he
wanted to. With a breathless moan, he let loose, pumping the sexy mouth
full of jizz.

The grade-schooler readied himself for another round of choking
squirts. Even so he was shocked by how forceful they were - just like the
sperm Kent had delivered this morning! Hot creamy come fired down his
gullet but also burst out the sides of his cheeks.

Ryder chugged the stuff from Kent's balls. He was intent on delivering as
much as possible into his belly. This would be another thing he would have
to practice. How to handle the amount of sperm. But his Big was a helpful
and patient teacher and the boy felt confident he would learn.

After gulping down as much of the stuff as he could, Ryder released the
giant dick.

"Gosh Almighty, Kent, that... It, like, shot so hard again it kinda hurt."
Ryder smiled up, sucking his bottom lip for more sperm dripping off
it. "Why's it so much stronger than last night?"

"Because you're getting better at it, doofus," Kent replied with a grin.

After washing up, Kent turned the water off and got them out of the shower
and dried before leading his Little to the bedroom. He was feeling a happy,
pleasant buzz from that intense orgasm. It was like how he felt after a
really good run, only better.

He had Ryder lie down on the bed and then climbed atop him, eyes alight
with love and lust.  "My special lover boy," he breathed and swept in for a
tender, affectionate kiss.

"And you're my big strong hunk," Ryder replied.

The youngster was giddy from the attention of his Big. The much more
powerful body over his scrawny one was so exciting. Making out like this
put him back on Cloud Nine.

His eyes were half-closed with each kiss. He wanted to look up at Kent, but
the pleasure made him dizzy.

"I love you so m-much, Kent."

The man took his time to enjoy the wonder of making out with the boy,
savoring the taste of him, the way his smaller body trembled with nervous
energy as arousal ran rampant through his preteen nerves, the little noises
Ryder made.

"Oooohhhhhh... Mmm..." The high-pitched moans and squeaks fell from the
boy's lips. "Kent...  Kent..."

The Big's heart was full to the brim with love for his Little and he showed
it with every kiss and every touch. Once Ryder was quivering with need,
Kent moved down and took the boy rod into his mouth and began to suck.

Peering down, the 11-year-old kid couldn't believe his dinkie was being
pleasured by a 23-year- old jock. Kent. His Big Brother. His best
friend. His gay teacher.

"Oooohhhhh, hoo... ffffffffffffffffffff..." Ryder whimpered and
squeaked. "Kent... oh...  mmmmmmm..." A stupid, happy smile formed on his
face.

Kent didn't find himself wishing he'd had a chance to do this with Sam. In
fact, he really liked being older and having experience so he could show
this boy what pleasure was. It was a beautiful crossroads between his love
of teaching and his own sexual needs.

He lapped the tiny sack lovingly, dragging more gasps and moans from the
aroused grade- schooler. Experimentally, he wetted one finger and gingerly
massaged the tight ring while he returned to sucking Ryder's stiff prick.

Ryder was trapped in a haziness between waking and sleeping. Everything
Kent was doing only put him deeper into a new, uncharted dimension of
pleasure. He forgot where he was half the time, as his dinkie was the sole
focus of his attention.

He couldn't figure out what was happening exactly, but his bum tingled.

"Oh... oh ...oh..."

The swirl of the adult's tongue on his soft single mound of nutsack and
fleshy little nail was making his head loll about on the pillow.

"L-Love y-you... Unh... unh..."

The dizzy feelings were getting stronger.

"Love you too," Kent said and sucked some more, wanting to get the boy
really squealing.

His probing finger got in a little further, but he didn't proceed beyond
that. He focused on Ryder's pleasure, using his mouth and tongue to push
the kid right to the edge before he backed off again, then returned for the
attack. It was a fun game and the sounds Ryder made were unbelievably sexy.

When he felt he'd tormented Ryder enough, Kent sucked him in earnest,
working to give the boy a cum that would make his eyes cross.

"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" The dinkie-bum tingles were driving the poor
preadolescent to the brink.  Absolutely everything was raw and
exciting. Boys making boys feel good!

Ryder felt his brain about to explode, as if atoms were being split and
releasing energy (of what he remembered in science class). He'd had an
orgasm before, but this was something else entirely.  If he could shoot
like Kent, it wouldn't have been a power washer going off but a machine
gun!

"Kent! Huuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh!!!"

Ryder's little legs writhed, his tiny teeth gritted, his elbows pressed
into the mattress!

And the fleshy machine gun fired a round of blanks!

Kent reveled in Ryder's dry climax. The small body tensed underneath him
and then, finally, went limp. He listened to his Little's heavy breathing
before releasing the sweet cocklet from his lips.

Kent smiled as he moved upwards to kiss Ryder once again before settling
down beside him. The grade-schooler was even more gorgeous with his cheeks
flushed from arousal and eyes glazed over from his orgasm. Kent just drank
in the sight, certain there wasn't a more wonderful boy anywhere in the
world.

"What?" Ryder asked, still breathing heavy.

"Just thinking what a lucky guy I am. I already had the best Little anyone
could hope for, but now I have a lover that's better than I could have ever
dreamed."

He ran his hands over a slender hip and down the silky thigh. He had the
boy to himself for an entire week. He was going to make the most of it.

Ryder smiled lazily. He whimpered and snuggled against Kent. His arms
weren't strong enough after the intensity of what he'd just experienced,
but he tried to hug his Big Brother as tight as he could.

"Kent... I just... love you so much."

He whimpered again and was calmed by the squeeze of the muscled bicep as
Kent hugged him back.

Ryder pressed on. "I-I... I know it's mean to say... But I wish I could
stay here and not go back."

"Shhhhhh," Kent soothed and booped him lightly on the nose.

"W-Was that mean of me?" Ryder asked in a quiet, nervous voice.

"I love you too, doofus," Kent answered.

They cuddled together for an hour or so. Which to Ryder felt like only a
few minutes. The Little wanted to get up and play-fight naked. But Kent
explained they needed at least some routine with their clothes on when they
weren't having sex. So Ryder insisted on a new tee shirt of Kent's, because
he always wanted to wear one at his Big's place.

Ryder put on a fresh pair of undies and a new nightshirt and Kent slipped
on his PJ bottoms. The boy got his chance to play-fight for a bit, with
Kent sometimes letting him get the upper hand and other times easily
knocking him down.

Happy as all get out, Ryder was treated to back-to-back episodes of BOJACK
HORSEMAN. And he brushed his teeth real good and even flossed because he
wanted his breath to smell sweet for all the kissing he hoped they'd do.

It was bedtime and Kent threw Ryder over his shoulder to carry him to THEIR
room. They got naked and sucked each other off, with Kent having Ryder lie
on his pillow and straddling him, and Ryder standing on the bed with Kent
on his knees.

After Ryder got up for his midnight pee, he crawled back into bed and
realized he could finally see what his Big's dick looked like all
floppy. But when he peeked, the shaft was hard as a rock.  The boy
sighed. One day he would see it soft.

The next morning their routine commenced with stomach crunches. A year ago,
the Little could only do eight at most. But now he was up to 25 and since
he would be spending more time with his Big, perhaps he could get to 35 by
the end of the summer. Kent, on the other hand, could do 100 and still talk
without panting.

Ryder took the opportunity to be taught a thing or two.

"So, Kent?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Am I really doing a good job sucking you?"

Kent glanced over with a smile, a bit of color rising in his
cheeks. "You're honestly good at it. I...  I mean, I'd like for you to be
able to, uh, take it all? But it's cool if it's too much. I don't want you
to do more than you're comfortable with. Because... I mean, damn, doofus,
it's really amazing."

His dick gave an obvious throb of agreement within his shorts. Kent was
grateful he didn't have to bother hiding it anymore. And he loved the way
Ryder's eyes tracked every movement his dick made.

Ryder blushed at the praise. "Well, I can definitely try to get more of it
in. Maybe, like, when we're watching TV tonight I can just put your dick in
my mouth and, like, slowly practice getting more in at a time until I get
it all in."

Kent mussed the kid's hair and tickled him. "Nah, it's okay, little
man. You'll get plenty of practice over the week."

He licked his lips and went back to exercising. It was difficult to focus
on the burn of his muscles when his manhood was demanding attention.

Ryder held down Kent's legs as the Big resumed his sit-ups. "I hope it
doesn't take two whole years for me to make sperm - I mean, come... Is it
'come' or 'sperm'?"

"It's both," Kent puffed, pumping up and down. "Like dick and penis and
cock."

It was kind of funny having this conversation with Ryder. Almost like they
were just Big and Little and he was answering the questions all boys have.

Ryder nodded. "Ohhhh, okay. Are there other different words for it? Hudson
called it 'sea men.'  He's just making that up, right?"

Kent laughed. "No, but 'semen' does sound like that. Hudson sounds funny."

Finished with the crunches, they went over to the bar Kent had installed
for pull-ups. He hoisted Ryder up to it and let him grab hold. "Think you
can make it to 20?"

"Yeah, right. Well, maybe if you help with the last 15." Ryder loved being
carried up. He clung to the bar and did four pull-ups on his own. But he
surprised himself and did two more.

"Hey, doofus," Kent smiled.

"Whoa! I'm getting stronger," the boy puffed. Kent helped him with the last
four.

"Aaaaaaaaaaand 10. Good job, Ryder." The Big gently set his Little
down. "We'll get you doing 20 in no time."

Ryder smiled. "Oh, I forgot to say! I'm not a 'doofus," and he gave Kent a
friendly shove and giggled. "'Kay, now you show us how it's done."

The preteen watched his Big do pull-ups like it was nothing. A serious
thought entered his mind.  "So, um... are you, like, um, okay with my
dinkie? I know you said it was big for a kid my age.  But do you even like
it? I mean, it's a lot tinier and it doesn't even have hair on it."

Kent was utterly charmed by Ryder's openness. The boy was normally so
rambunctious and confident. Having him need assurance was new and totally
understandable.

"I love your dick. But you gotta stop calling it a 'dinkie.' Because you're
a big boy now." He glanced down at his Little with an affectionate
smile. "Don't worry, doofus. In a couple years, it will be a lot bigger."

Ryder smiled. He WAS a big boy. "'Kay. I'll call mine a 'dick' from now on
'cause you love my dick and want to marry my dick. Or... what's that other
word you used for it?"

"Cock," Kent said as he did another rep. "Prick," he said on the next
one. "Sausage," then "bone," and finally "tool."

He dropped to his feet and grinned at Ryder. "Just don't use them around
your mother!"

Ryder giggled, slapped one arm across his chest, and in a British accent
said, "Mother. This is a lovely sausage, but it has a bone in it, which
might make for a lovely tool."

The boy giggled as Kent put him in a headlock.

"But, seriously, Kent, how many pull-ups did you do? It was like a
million."

"A million and one," Kent said. "Now drop and give me 20, doofus," Kent
told him, dropping to the floor as well and starting his pushups.

The Little did as he was told. "Ooooone. Twwwwoooo. Threeeeeee." As he
continued, Ryder asked, "So that stuff that comes out before the
semen... Fourrrrrrr... Precome. How come a dick makes it? Fiiiiiiive."

"Twenty... It helps to lubricate... Twenty-one... And it helps with
neutralizing acids... Twenty- three... So the sperm can go into the woman's
body... Twenty-four... And fertilize an egg."

Kent was glad he'd gotten an A in all his biology classes.

"Tennnnnnnnn..." groaned Ryder. "Elevennnnnnnn... Well, I just know it's
yummy.  Twelvvvvvvve. So, Kent... Thirrrrrrrteen." The Little paused his
exercising. "When you were sucking me, were you doing anything to my bum
hole? Fourrrrrrrteen."

"Yeah, I was fingering you. You seemed to like it... Thirty..." Kent
figured it was better to get these questions out of the way now unless
Ryder decided to get chatty when they were out and about, like jogging or
something.

"Fifteen. Phew, that's all I got in me." The youngster turned on his
side. "Fingering felt sooooooooo weird at first, but then so, so, so
good. I didn't even know you were putting a finger in my bum hole. Why were
you doing it?"

"To see if you liked it... Forty-five..." He grinned at the boy. "That's
what making love is about.  Finding what the other person likes."

Ryder smiled. He liked the idea they were "making love."

Still trying to catch his breath, the Little said, "You poking made it
tingle. I just didn't know about it. But I wanna try new stuff with you."

Kent finished his 50 pushups. "You want to explore and learn, I'm happy
with that. Some things I might like, some things I won't. But it's fine to
try new things."

The jock got up and helped his wobbly Little to his feet as well. "Time to
hit the showers, doofus.  Then whole wheat waffles and turkey bacon for
breakfast."

As it turned out, Ryder was surprised with a trip to a trampoline
park. There were tons of different jumping experiences, but the best one
had both Kent and Ryder on the same bouncy surface and every time the man
jumped down it sent the boy flying way up into the air. The park was one of
those places Ryder's mom had kept promising to take her son to but somehow
never got around to it. But Ryder could always count on his Big to come
through!

The pair returned home in the afternoon. As Kent went off to the bathroom,
Ryder got the bright idea to relocate his backpack from the living room to
his lover's closet. Part of him imagined he would hang his clothes
alongside Kent's as if they lived together.

But when he opened the closet doors, the first thing Ryder noticed were the
MEN'S HEALTH magazines he'd found in the living room side table several
months ago. The ones with almost- naked men, all well built and hot
looking. When Ryder had asked about them, Kent seemed to downplay their
importance, offhandedly remarking about the magazines containing workout
tips.

Next to those were the collegiate wrestling magazines Ryder had found
tucked under the couch just a couple months ago. The boy had been excited
to know his Big was into the sport. He had begged Kent to teach him some
wrestling moves, and for a few minutes anyway the man started to show
him. But then Kent had cut the lesson short, concerned he might hurt a
little kid, and subsequently promised to teach him when he got older.

But here in the closet was yet another discovery. Photos of Kent in a
singlet with a ref raising his arm in victory. As well as first- and
second-place trophies for competitions. The jock had competed as a wrestler
in college!

"What're you doing there, doofus?"

Ryder turned around. "N-Nothing. I was just gonna put my backpack in
here. Kent! You never said you were a real wrestler!"

At this point, there wasn't anything Kent could imagine the boy finding
that would embarrass or upset him. Not after everything they had
shared. The only really incriminating thing would be that photo of Ryder at
the pool, in his Speedo, which Kent had taken some months ago. But that was
locked up tight in his phone.

So he wasn't upset at all. In fact, he'd often referred to Ryder as his own
personal raccoon, the way he liked to get into things.

"Yeah, I was into the sport when I was in school. I liked it because it was
just me against my opponent. So winning or losing was my responsibility
alone."

Kent remembered the aborted lesson with his Little. He'd had to come up
with the excuse of not wanting to hurt Ryder because wrestling had been so
close to sexual contact that Kent had felt his cock threatening orgasm just
from having the boy wriggling against him.

"Oh, wow! This is-" On impulse Ryder picked up one of the framed photos and
then realized he was being rude grabbing something that didn't belong to
him. "Can I?" After receiving a nod, Ryder raised the photo and grabbed a
second one. "This is so awesome! You were a total champ!"

Ryder wasn't just impressed with Kent's hidden talent, his eye was also
drawn to the significant bulge in the tights of each photo. "And you were
so hot! Well, I mean, you STILL are! Did you keep your, um...?"

"Singlet?" Kent offered.

"Right. Singlet?"

"Yeah, of course, doofus."

Kent thought it was just adorable how excited the kid was looking at those
pictures. He knew plenty of people had been just as excited watching him in
matches and for the same reason.  Finding hookups among his fans had never
been a problem for him.

Kent's eyes moved to the backpack and a little thrill trickled through
him. "So, you're moving in, huh?"

The boy flushed. "Oh. Uh..." And then his winning smile. "Maybe."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Kent said.

The Big Brother made himself look very sober and serious. "I guess I have
to come clean with you about the wrestling... I wasn't being totally honest
when I said we couldn't practice until you're older."

Ryder paused, then he set down the photos. His eyes held a hint of
mischief. "Uh-huhhhhh?"

The grade-schooler had an inkling the lesson Kent had started months ago
just might possibly resume, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. The boy
left his backpack in the closet and approached his Big.

"Well..." Kent smiled and poked his Little in the chest. "The fact
is... Wrestling with you got me way too horny. I didn't want you to notice
how hard you got me. So I said we had to stop."

Kent idly wondered what would have happened if he hadn't ended the
lessons. Would he and Ryder already be having sex? It seemed likely, since
the boy had an insatiable curiosity and Kent clearly couldn't say no to
him.

"But if you wanted to have the lessons again, we can."

The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Really?!"

Now the whole idea of wrestling with Kent had taken on a whole other
level. The fact his Big had competed in actual meets and won trophies. Not
to mention how sexy his Big looked in that singlet. And the confession that
his Big thought about sex when they had grappled for only a short time
together.

"O! Kay!" Excitedly Ryder clasped his mouth. "Let's start."

Kent laughed. "Right at this moment? Sure..." He grinned at his Little. Now
that it was okay to lust after him, Kent had no reason to pretend not to.

They went into the living room and moved things around so there was a
spot. Then Kent put his hands on his hips and waggled his eyebrows at the
eager pupil.

"How about we wrestle Greek style?" At the boy's confused but eager nod,
Kent said, "Okay then, get naked."

To show he wasn't kidding, Kent slipped off his tee shirt.

Ryder immediately followed the jock's lead, yanking his own shirt off. "How
come they call this Greek style?"

He was interested in learning, for certain, but he more so loved that they
would actually wrestle without their clothes on.

"In ancient Greece, during the Olympic games, all athletes competed naked."

Being the first to undress, Kent came up behind Ryder and yanked the
preteen's shorts down. He laughed when the boy yelped and then he smacked
the bare buns once with his hand.

"Ready for your first lesson?"

Ryder balled up his fists he was so giddy. This was all like a
half-dream. He just couldn't believe he and Kent were going to wrestle
naked. Already both of them were hard. "'Kay!"

Kent started off just showing a few of the basic moves - stance, takedowns,
holds, pins. They practiced until Kent thought Ryder understood them, and
even that was beautifully sensual.  Feeling his own dick pressed against
the little guy made him grin with pleasure. And when Ryder practiced the
moves, having the boy naked against him with a stiff cocklet, it made Kent
quiver with excitement.

"Okay, now we'll try them for real."

Since Kent far outweighed Ryder and had way more muscle on top of that, he
didn't do much but just passively resist as the boy grappled with him,
trying to get him to roll onto his back or stomach.

"Gonna have to work harder than that!"

"Oh yeah?!" said Ryder in his teeth-gritting tough-guy voice. "I'll show
YOU!"

He got Kent in a half-Nelson and put all of his 11-year-old strength into
turning the jock onto his back. His Big was obviously not resisting too
much, but even still, for the Little it was like trying to wrestle against
heavy sandbags all stitched together.

Giggling, Ryder did a pass over his opponent, his hard little rod brushing
across Kent's face. He felt a quick lick between his legs. "Hey! No dirty
tricks!" The little one loved the tingles it elicited, but he was serious
about defeating the champ.

At last, Ryder managed to pin Kent to the floor. "ONE one-thousand! TWO
one-thousand! I win!"

"Mmmmmm... Yep, I've been beaten..." Kent relaxed under the boy, grinning
happily. He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky to have all his dreams
come true, but he was sure grateful.

"Best two out of three?"

Ryder maintained his tough-guy voice. "Yeah, I'll give ya a chance." He
couldn't keep a straight face and burst into a fit of giggles. His eyes
kept getting drawn to his Big's enormous bouncy dick.

The pair grappled and Kent got the upper hand just as Ryder went out of
bounds.

They reset with the boy getting down on all fours and Kent wrapping an arm
around his waist.  Ryder smiled, "This is so much f-!"

And suddenly Kent went on the attack. "Whoa!" Ryder laughed.

Kent didn't have to work too hard to pin Ryder, and he was mindful to not
get too rough. As resilient as Ryder was, he was still just a kid and Kent
had no desire to give him bruises.

He picked Ryder up and brought him down with mock force, then got on top of
the preteen squashed to the floor on his stomach. Kent enjoyed a moment of
rubbing his hard cock against the boy's pert rump, eyes glazing over with
pleasure.

Then he flipped Ryder and firmly pinned the boy's shoulders to the
floor. "ONE one-thousand..."  He drew out the count. Ryder giggled and
thrashed, but there was no escape. "TWO one- thousand..."

"Awwwwwww! The champ returns!" Ryder chuckled as his Big held out a hand to
help him up.  "Just as a warning, it's not gonna be fair to you anymore,
you know."

"Why's that?" Kent asked as he looked the naked boy up and down
appraisingly.

"I'm gonna be too slippery for you to hold, 'cause you're getting your
precome all over me."

"Well, it's your fault for being so sexy," Kent told him. He smacked his
dick against Ryder's ass a couple times, making them both laugh.

Then he got into position again. "One more round... Loser has to suck the
winner's dick. House rules."

Kent grinned from ear to ear. He hadn't had this much fun in forever.

"Oh, you think you're gonna win that easy, dontcha?" challenged
Ryder. "First of all, take THAT," he said while stabbing Kent's bare leg
with his hairless little dick, "and THAT and THAT."

They faced off and grappled. This time it was Kent who went out of bounds.

As they reset, with Kent getting down on all fours, Ryder just could not
stop giggling. He wrapped a small arm around his Big's waist and turned it
into a half-hug. "Mmmmmmmmmm, I love my Kent."

"Love you, too, Little Br-"

"Fooled ya!" Ryder shoved with all his might, catching Kent off guard. But
the champ's reflexes kicked in and before he even made it onto his side, he
was flipping Ryder across him.

The boy felt the adult cock bat against his chest, smearing it with more
precome.

Kent didn't pin Ryder immediately, instead letting the boy wriggle and
squirm beneath him.

"Give up yet?"

"Never!" Ryder said, laughing in delight.

"Are you suuuuuuure?"

Ryder fought and struggled, but he couldn't escape the bulk pressing him to
the floor. Kent licked his lips and then with one hand pinned Ryder's
shoulders. "ONE one-thousand..."

"I won't be the one to suck a dick!" Ryder yelled. Even though Kent shushed
him and darted his eyes to the walls as a warning about the neighbors, the
two of them could not stop grinning.  Ryder sunk in his chest and slid
out. But for only a millisecond, because Kent was back on top of him.

"ONE one-thousand..."

The boy laughed and struggled. Then he went rag doll in defeat.

The Big called out, "TWO one-thousand! The winner and still champion, Kent
MacTiernan!"

Kent made a fake hushed crowd noise and he stood up, holding his arms over
his head in victory.  It wasn't like he COULD lose without trying, and
Ryder obviously knew that, so he wasn't really rubbing it in the Little's
face. It was just for fun.

Grinning, Ryder rose into a lazy kneeling position. He crossed his arms in
mock anger. "Ryder Strauss will steal that title from you one day, you'll
see!"

The two of them exchanged smiles; Ryder had to peer around the huge cock
blocking his view.

"Well. Guess the champ gets his prize."

"Yeah? Well, I guess you'd better get-"

Before Kent could even finish, Ryder had leapt up and latched on like a
baby calf suckling on his mama's teat. Kent gasped in surprise and pleasure
as the boy went to work.

With his tiny hands resting on the man's naked hips, Ryder slurped and
sucked on the wide knob.

The soft outside texture reminded the boy of some of the padded trampolines
they had jumped on.  Ryder enjoyed savoring what he had called the
pointer. But he especially liked the underside with its ridge of skin that
his tongue could play with and tease.

Already the Little was wetting his whistle with the flow of precome. Kent
was such a man's man, but he seemed weak under Ryder's power when it came
to having his cock sucked.

Kent just watched in astonished pleasure as Ryder went down on him. It was
still amazing how eager the boy was to suck him off. In college, when he'd
gone out with guys, some weren't enthusiastic about oral. But Ryder was
giving it all he had.

"I love that... Oh, fuck, it feels awesome."

Little electric jolts of pleasure raced over Kent's nerves as his dick was
given such fervent, loving attention. He moaned, totally letting the
youngster take control.

Ryder finished stimulating the cockhead and slid half of the shaft into his
mouth. His throat relaxed and another quarter found its way past his lips.

He played with the bouncy balls in their sack, knowing this is where the
semen was waiting to be delivered up into the prick and down into the
preteen's belly.

The deep moans of the jock made Ryder's own cocklet twitch. There was such
satisfaction knowing he was making Kent feel good.

Challenging himself, the kid pressed forward and his lips were so close to
but not yet touching the curly hairs. He looked up, almost bragging with
his eyes about how much of the Big he was able to master.

"That's my sweet boy," Kent approved, proud of his Little.

The man didn't thrust his hips, instead letting Ryder choose how much to
take and how fast. So he looked down at the beautiful tyke and panted
heavily, savoring the feel of that soft mouth engulfing him.

"Gonna make me cum..."

FROM NOW ON, thought Ryder, IT'LL FEEL NORMAL FOR MY MOUTH TO BE STRETCHED
WIDE OPEN AND STUFFED RIGHT TO THE BACK OF MY THROAT.

He could detect the bulbous head way down there and with each noisy suck he
knew Kent was just as dizzily happy as Ryder was when he himself got
sucked.

The boy reveled in how they were as Big and Little. Doing all the stuff
guys do, but with this extra connection that made their brotherhood even
specialer.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Ryder moaned as he sucked and sucked and sucked.

Kent let out a shuddering breath and shot his load, pumping hot jizz right
over the grade- schooler's tongue. Hearing Ryder swallow it all down like a
frat boy chugging a beer was unspeakably hot.

When he was spent, Kent looked down at the boy, who was so sexy with come
trickling down his chin.

"Love you, Ryder..."

The kid pulled off and immediately took to cleaning up all the white stuff
he had let escape.

"Love you, too, Kent."

He stood up and hugged the jock around the waist, the hard shaft almost
pushing him away like a third arm, the cockhead resting against his cheek.

"I'm so happy you let us do all this together. I couldn'ta asked for a
better Big Brother. Not when I have the greatest."

Kent hugged his boy to him and then gave him a long, slow, sweet kiss.

Later that night, they had another languid, passionate evening of
lovemaking that left the both of them breathless and content. After Ryder
fell asleep in his arms, Kent just watched him for a little while, feeling
their hearts beat in synch. Then he too drifted off to happy dreamland.

The next day, after their jog, it was chest and triceps. Ryder was all too
happy to fetch the weights and watch Kent maintain his killer
physique. They showered together and because he thought his own dick was
getting too much attention, Kent gave his Little a nice soapy handjob.  The
kid even liked it when a finger slipped into and probed his butt.

Over lunch, Ryder sat there reluctantly dressed in his shorts and muscle
shirt. He wanted to be naked, but he respected Kent's wish that they also
have regular Big-Little time. The youngster straightened his leg, though,
and couldn't help but play footsies with the adult jock.

Kent played footsies right back. It was silly, but he enjoyed being silly
with his Little and always had. He hadn't felt this carefree in forever.

They both stopped and looked at one another with gentle smiles.

"Hey, Kent?"

"Yeah, little man?"

"What's it like to go on a date with a dude? Like, how... what do you do?"

"Hmmm... I don't think I can really explain it." He saw Ryder get his
stubborn face on, warning of an impending argument. But he held up his
hands to slow the boy down. "I think it would be better to show you. So
let's have a real date, you and me."

Ryder was all prepared to launch into a long speech about the importance of
learning from Kent, when the suggestion stopped him in his tracks. It took
him a full five seconds to let the idea of a real date sink in.

"Like... What...? You mean we...? Oh... Yeah! Holy! That's so cool!"

Ryder leapt out of his chair and did his victory football dance.

"Goin' on a date! Goin' on a date! Goin' on a date!"

Then he suddenly did a 180. All cheering stopped and he climbed back into
his chair.

"I forgot... You gotta ask me out." The boy suppressed a grin.

Kent smiled in delight and went over to his Little. He'd never imagined his
life would go in this direction, that he'd have this chance, and he was so
grateful. He was going to make the most of it.

"Ryder, I really like you. Will you go on a date with me?" Kent asked. He
was tempted to throw in puppy-dog eyes, but he decided against it. This was
actually a big moment, and he didn't want to ruin it by hamming it up.

Ryder was completely unprepared for the sincere gesture. It actually felt
like they had just met or barely knew each other and this dude was
interested in him. His cheeks flushed until they burned.

"Um..." Ryder's throat was dry and he wished he had some of the man's
precome to lubricate it.  "Y-Yes, Kent. I'd r-really like to." His voice
was quivering, as well as his whole body.

Kent gave him a big hug of comfort and then a kiss to make sure his Little
knew how much he was loved.

They had another Greek wrestling session and Kent let the youngster win,
because that only seemed fair. Also, he wanted to make Ryder squeal in
pleasure. So after a thorough suck job on the miniature dick with a full
index finger up the boy's ass, he spent some time cuddling with Ryder in
bed.

Then it was time to get ready for their date. And Kent went back into
instructor mode.

First thing was a shower. "It's important to get nice and clean for your
date," Kent explained. He stood behind Ryder and scrubbed the kid's back
with a wash cloth. "It shows you care about what your date thinks of you."

"Guess that means no stinky pits," giggled Ryder. "Oh! And I'll hafta wash
behind the ears like my mom always tells me to." Even though Kent was the
one taking him out - and was also naked with him right now - Ryder was
excited about going on an actual date. Usually the boy wasn't so meticulous
with his hygiene, but now there was a reason to take care of himself.

He really wanted to look good for Kent.

"There are some people who like stinky pits, but before you spring that on
someone, you should be sure," Kent said with a smile.

"Lemme do your back now," said Ryder. He was pleased when his Big
complied. The preteen realized he had never really seen Kent's naked back
muscles up close. They were so firm and expansive. It took a lot of circles
with the soap to cover the entire area.

Since they'd had a nice long night of lovemaking, Kent wasn't so overrun
with lust that he couldn't control himself. He did get a hard-on because
being naked with his Little was just too much of a dream come true, but he
gave Ryder a brief shake of his head when the boy eyed it curiously, like
he was thinking of a little pre-date action.

No, they were gonna do this right.

After the shower, Kent took Ryder over to the sink. "You don't need to
shave at your age, but once you get older, you'll want to make sure you get
rid of any stubble before going out," he said as he lathered up his
face. "Otherwise you give your date road rash when you make out, and that's
not cool, doofus."

He proceeded to shave, going slow to let Ryder watch the process. The thing
was, this was something he'd imagined one day teaching his Little anyway,
as soon as the kid sprouted some facial hair. So there was an innocence to
the lesson, even if he was planning to have a long hot night of sex with
the boy after their date.

Ryder watched the razor glide up and down with easy strokes. To get the
full experience, he cajoled Kent into letting him shave by removing the
razor blade. Ryder was allowed to apply shaving cream, which felt cool and
tingly on his cheeks. He ran the empty razor up and down, pretending to
shave, and got a few more pointers from Kent.

"Okay, now you apply just a dash of aftershave - don't marinate yourself in
it." He demonstrated for Ryder and then let the boy apply some himself.

Ryder realized the HOME ALONE movie was totally realistic; the tiny amount
advised by Kent was a good call because even that amount stung. Each step
only made Ryder more excited about the evening they would spend together!

"Then we style our hair. Usually, I do that after I put on my shirt, but
since you don't have much on your head, we can do that right now."

He demonstrated to Ryder how much gel to use and gave the boy some tips on
how to style his short blond hair. It was a lot of fun, showing him all
this adult stuff that he generally took for granted.

The Little couldn't believe how handsome Kent was making him. Or, at least,
he never thought much about his appearance but through his Big's eyes was
gaining an appreciation for making yourself look attractive.

Biting his lip, Ryder tried to style his hair under Kent's guidance. At
first it started to look decent.  Then it was becoming like one of his
terrible art projects. So Kent took over and made the boy look good, in his
estimation.

"I'm gonna be so handsome tonight, Kent, you won't be able to take your
eyes off me."

The boy smiled up at his jock Brother.

"I've already got that problem, doofus. I'm used to it."

They brushed their teeth then, and Ryder did it properly and
thoroughly. Kent eyed him throughout, making sure.

Ryder was taken to the closet where the boy's clothes were now hung
up. "You want to pick out your best outfit, really show your date that
you're a young man to be taken seriously."

Naturally, Ryder's clothes were pretty boyish. Many of the shirts had
stains on them and there were more than a few holes. But Kent picked out a
nice polo shirt that had been snuck into the backpack by his mom and
matched them with a newer pair of jeans.

"Something like that."

He laid the clothes on the bed and then shooed Ryder back into the
bathroom. "Give me five minutes to get dressed. Then I'll go get the
car. I'll knock on the door and pick you up."

Ryder's heart was pounding again in the bathroom as he heard Kent get
ready. The youngster had seen movies where teens and adults nervously
prepared themselves for their big date. It was positively eye-rolling for
the boy. But now he understood what all the fuss was about.

Because Ryder was in exactly the same boat. He was both excited and worried
how the evening would turn out.

Kent dressed to impress, because this was no joke to him. It really was a
date. There would be limits on what they could do in public, of course, but
a lot of their interactions would be seen as something more innocent.

Kent was going on a date with Ryder!

After slipping on dark jeans, he put on a new tee he'd never worn before
and threw a comfortable button-up shirt over that. Then he left and got the
car out of the underground parking. When he went back up the stairs, he was
grinning like a love-struck fool.

He knocked on the door to his apartment and waited.

Ryder had gotten dressed and was just straightening the collar on his shirt
for the umpteenth time when he heard rapping at the door. With nervous
breaths, he approached the front entry. He couldn't believe how anxious he
was!

The boy opened the door and was blown away by how stunning Kent looked.

"Um... hi," Ryder croaked. Why did his voice always get dry when he was
nervous?

Kent felt weirdly nervous himself. It had been a while since he'd felt
those jitters. But it just made it clearer how special this was.

"Hello... Are you ready to go?"

When Ryder nodded wordlessly, Kent took his hand and led him back to the
car. He felt a bit like a prince in a fairy tale on his way to a ball.

Ryder's palm was moist in Kent's gentle grip even though the Big had taken
his hand on other occasions. This time it just seemed specialer.

The boy had always felt he was treated right by Kent, but his date was
going out of his way to make him feel... wanted.

"It really is good to see you," said Kent as he drove them to the
restaurant.

Ryder drew a blank, but then he pushed through his shyness.

"I've been looking forward to this," the kid said. "You look really nice."

"Thank you, so do you."

Ryder blushed and smiled to himself.

They went to a classy diner, the sort of place that sold burgers for 15
dollars. It was upscale from what they normally did but not so much so as
to make them uncomfortable. Kent kept the conversation light and they
talked about all sorts of things, from what Avenger was the strongest to
the last season of STRANGER THINGS.

It felt familiar and yet entirely new, being out with Ryder like this. Kent
couldn't stop smiling.

Ryder was extra careful with his table manners, making sure to eat small
bites and dab the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"So," said the boy with an exaggerated formality, "I never asked what you
do for a living."

Kent cocked his head and adopted the same tone. "Well, as it happens, I
teach physical education at the local middle school in town. Been at it for
a year and I'm really enjoying it. What about yourself?"

Assuming the nasally voice of the Vincent Adultman character on BOJACK
HORSEMAN, Ryder said, "I like business - uh - transactions."

The look on Kent's face said he got the quote from the show. "Is that
right? And what business would that be?"

Ryder had said the line enough times around his Big. "I went to stock
market today, I did a business. I have to call the guy at the office and
take the car to the place."

It was impossible for Kent to contain his laughter. Ryder joined right in.

Kent's eyes sparkled as he gazed at his dinner companion. "You have a great
laugh. I bet you sing really well too."

He was having the time of his life and seeing Ryder enjoying himself so
much just made it all the better. The boy was practically glowing, he was
so excited.

Kent leaned in. "So, are you into sports?"

"As a matter of fact," replied Ryder, "I play a little basketball and a
little baseball. I jog and intend to get into weightlifting. But my real
passion is wrestling. I'm pretty good at it."

Kent grinned. "Yeah? I wrestled in college. Maybe we can spar some time."

"Um. I'd like that. You seem like a cool guy, Kent." Ryder blushed. "Thanks
for asking me out."

It was so adorable to Kent how Ryder was remembering all his manners, a
battle neither the Little's mom nor Kent himself had won to this point. But
the boy was really trying to act grown up, and it showed a whole new side
of him, like a little peek into the man he would become.

Ryder looked up and Kent was gazing into his eyes. It was strange and
thrilling that this dude was someone Ryder had seen all year, yet for some
reason it was as if they were just getting to know each other.

Kent finished his chicken salad and told the waitress to bring them some
ice cream to share. It was a bit of an indulgence, but he'd work it off
jogging the next day. He laid his hand on the table, his pinkie finger
making contact with Ryder's hand.

"So, what's your favorite film?" Kent asked.

"Mmmmmmm... I would have to sayyyyyyyyy... COCO. I liked the kid in it, he
wanted to be the best musician and went to this cool afterlife."

Ryder realized that didn't sound very adult, but he hadn't seen any movies
that would qualify, and so he did pick his own favorite movie.

That was the sweetest answer Kent could imagine. It was completely perfect
for Ryder. Under the table, he nudged his date's foot and gave him an
affectionate smile.

"I loved COCO," said Kent. "It was such a beautiful movie about family and
following your dreams even if your family doesn't approve." Yeah, that hit
pretty close to home for Kent.

Ryder nudged his foot right back against the man's. "And what's yours?" The
boy loved the little bit of contact from Kent. Despite having had the man's
dick in his mouth and swallowing his semen, Ryder realized these touches
were just as exciting, maybe even more so, because they seemed to promise
closeness.

"I think my favorite movie might be THE DARK KNIGHT. I liked it because it
was about how people have two sides, and they're always struggling to
figure out which one is the right one."

"I haven't had a chance to see that film. Usually my mom... I mean, usually
I don't see a lot of violent films, but I heard it was good. I never really
thought of COCO like that. It's an interesting way of looking at it."

The ice cream arrived and Ryder resisted the urge to just pig out.

"You better help me with this," Kent said, taking a spoonful. He was going
to let Ryder have more than half because with the kid's metabolism, it
wouldn't even affect him.

They talked about music then for a bit, and played a little of their
favorite songs on Kent's phone.  There was still a lot he had to learn
about his Little, and everything he discovered just made him adore the boy
more.

The bill came and Ryder pulled out his Transformers wallet to go dutch (as
he heard many adults say), but Kent was a total gentleman and insisted on
paying.

The two walked hand in hand through the restaurant and to the car. Ryder
smirked at Kent, with a look passing between them that said IF PEOPLE ONLY
KNEW WE WEREN'T JUST CAREGIVER AND KID.

The car ride was pleasant and eventually they pulled up in front of the
apartment building. Kent turned off the engine.

"I had a really nice time with you, Ryder."

The boy couldn't stop blushing. "Um. Same here."

"I was hoping the evening might not end. Would you like to invite me up for
coffee?"

"Oh. Well... I don't drink coffee."

"No, I meant, uh... We say that phrase if you were interested in
us... really getting to know each other better."

Ryder picked up on the meaning. "Oh, yeah? Yes. I'd like that."

"Is there underground parking in your place?"

"Sure. There's a spot."

Kent smiled, completely smitten with the boy. They made it to the parking
spot and Kent slipped the keys into Ryder's pocket so the boy would be in
charge of opening doors, as if this were actually his date's place.

In the elevator on the way up, Kent gently rubbed Ryder's back, an
affectionate gesture whose true meaning was clear to only the two of them.

"I don't usually go for coffee on the first date," Kent said. "But you're
just so handsome and sweet."

Ryder was tongue tied, he was so overwhelmed by his date's compliment. But
he quickly got over it. "I know we just met and everything, but I think
you're the hottest, coolest dude ever."

The elevator doors opened and they strode to the apartment door. Ryder "let
them in."

Kent looked around. "Nice place you got here."

The boy was fidgeting. "Thanks. Um... Make yourself comfortable."

Kent found Ryder's nervousness adorable. He never saw the kid like
that. His Little was fierce, determined, confident. So the kid-like shyness
was endearing.

They sat on the couch and Kent put his hand on Ryder's knee. "You know we
don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Ryder leaned up and caught Kent's lips. A slow, romantic kiss followed.

The boy drew back. He couldn't continue with all the pretend anymore, he
just had to know!

"Wow, Kent. Did I do good?! Was I a good date?!"

"You were the best date I've ever had." And that was no exaggeration. Kent
had never enjoyed himself so much before. It was everything he'd ever
wanted in a "first date."

"You fooler, you're not just saying that? I really was?" The youngster's
cheeks reddened at the man's firm nod.

"What did you think?" Kent asked. "Was it fun?"

"It was totally fun. I mean, some of the stuff I didn't really know what to
do. But now I kinda understand why people get so excited going on
dates. It's, like, all the little stuff, like touching, it was amazing."
The boy beamed. "So, like, when you go for coffee, do you just do the
things me and you do? Like, YOU know."

"It depends on what the people involved like to do, but yeah, they have
sex," Kent said, happy to see Ryder happy.

He leaned in and gave his Little a kiss. "But they usually start with
making out..." He kissed Ryder again, deeper, sighing in contentment. His
strong arms pulled the boy tighter, wanting to feel him close.

After the teasing touches all throughout the date, Ryder got lost in the
kiss. He couldn't wait for them to be loving each other like this.

They broke the kiss and Ryder was sporting a silly grin. "Holyyyyyy, that
felt sooooo good."

"For me too, Ryder."

"'Kay, what's next?" the boy said eagerly.

"Well..." Kent actually was a bit uncertain, because he was dubious about
what he was hoping for. But Ryder had given him the courage to go for what
he wanted.

"Some people just go with the flow, which is a fine way of doing
things... Though the best way, in my opinion, is to talk over what you want
to do and what you don't want to do. That way there aren't any surprises
once the fun starts..."

Kent licked his lips and looked into Ryder's pretty blue eyes. "I'd really
like to try getting my dick in your butt tonight, Ryder. I'm a bit worried
fucking will hurt you, but I also have the feeling you might like it. What
do you think?"

Ryder paused, and in those brief few seconds he could instantly see Kent
about to back off from what he'd just said. So the boy held up his hands.

"Whoa, it's, um... It's just Hudson said his big brother told him that's
what gays do, and I didn't really believe it. So, when you said that, I
was, like, wow, it's true."

The preteen thought back to those times Kent had fingered him - in bed, in
the shower, after wrestling.

Biting his lip, Ryder said, "Will fucking feel as good as... when you
played with my butt?"

"I think it will. And if you don't like it, we can stop. You never have to
do anything you don't want to do... In the bedroom, that is. You still have
to brush your teeth and clean behind your ears, doofus."

Ryder broke into an enormous grin. His Big could be both sexy and silly -
just another thing to love about him.

"I'd really like to, especially if it feels as good as you fingering my
butt."

Kent really had gotten lucky with his Little. It was moving how trusting
Ryder was, how he was ready to try something just because the Big Brother
wanted to do it.

The youth gazed up in wonder. Without knowing why exactly he felt this
would make them bond even more. He tried to imagine what it would be like
to have the cucumber-sized dick up his hole.

"'Kay, but you gotta show me how. I want it to be good."

"I want it to be the best," Kent said and kissed Ryder some more. The
makeout session got his engine revving nicely. Slowly the clothes came off
until they were both naked on the couch, kissing and caressing with growing
heat. At the sight of Ryder's eyes glazing over with preteen lust, Kent
picked the boy up in his arms and carried him to the bedroom.

Being laid on the bed no longer had that feeling of getting tucked in for
Ryder. It was a completely different sensation as Kent climbed on top of
his smaller body and drove his tongue into the youngster's mouth. He
couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have the huge cock inside
him.

"You're the greatest, Kent."

"I think you're pretty great too, Ryder."

The boy moaned as Kent's hands ran over his body. He could sense they were
preparing for something incredible. The intimate act between gay dudes.

Kent licked and kissed Ryder all over, savoring the taste of the boy. He
was anxious to feel what it would be like to be inside his little lover,
but he made himself be patient. He had to get Ryder to be totally relaxed
first. Even some of the college boys he'd been with had struggled to take
Kent's member into them.

He got the lube and stretched out on his back, letting Ryder take over the
kissing. As their tongues tangled together, he took his slick finger and
gently probed the tight ring of the boy's love tunnel.

Ryder released his lips from Kent's, whimpering and groaning. "Ohhhhhhh,
that tingles. Feels gooood."

The kid's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Mmmmhhhhhhhhhh..." Sensing his Big
Brother's lips nibbling on his mouth, Ryder fell back into a long and
loving kiss. It was fortunate that he had hung out with Hudson and heard
all that secondhand talk from his friend's big brother, because he was at
least somewhat prepared for what was about to happen.

Ryder stared into Kent's eyes. What they were doing was beyond what the boy
could have even imagined. This man whom Ryder had idolized, had thought
about every day, had gotten to know over the course of a whole year... he
was about to fuck his ass.

"I can't wait," sighed Ryder. "I can't wait for you to be inside me."

Kent groaned at those words, delighted the grade-schooler was excited and
not afraid. He wanted this to be perfect for both of them. He wasn't sure
it would be, and he was prepared to call it off if it went wrong, but he
was really excited to try.

One finger made it past the looser yet still tight entrance, and for a
while he just fucked the boy with that one digit as they made out. Once he
was sure his Little was ready, Kent worked in a second finger.

"Love you so much," he breathed.

Ryder collapsed from the overwhelming tingles in his butt that now made his
dick twitch from excitement.

With his face buried in the steel-plate chest muscles, he mimicked what
Kent had done, licking and kissing the skin as the pleasant invasion
continued in his rear end.

Ryder could feel the man's groan rumble in the broad chest and it only
encouraged him to keep licking and kissing the powerful body.

Kent whispered, "I dreamed about this... Being with you... So many
times. Still can't believe this is real."

He worked the preteen's virgin ring carefully, urging it to loosen even
more that he might fit his dick inside it. When Ryder whimpered in
discomfort, Kent nuzzled and soothed him until the boy relaxed again.

The dick-bum tingles once again drew Ryder into that haziness between
waking and sleeping. It was like an electrical chain between rear and front
- the prodding in his hole was making his cocklet sort of vibrate and waver
with pleasure.

The kid instinctively humped into Kent's torso as his tongue explored the
muscled pecs. His toes gently dug into the patch of dark-red pubes and the
back of his leg was getting doused with leaking precome from Kent's
rock-hard penis.

"You're the greatest," the 11-year-old sighed. "I wanna stay here forever."

He slid up and locked lips with his Big.

Kent wanted that too, to have Ryder stay with him always, but that wasn't
possible. It meant, however, he would enjoy what time they did have to the
fullest.

Once he felt Ryder was ready, Kent paused their kiss. "We're gonna let you
be in charge at first, doofus," he said with affection. He lubed up his
erection and positioned it at Ryder's entrance, giving the boy a loving
look as he did so. "Just ease back... Take it a little at a time..."

Ryder was flush with excitement. This was it. The gay act that Hudson's big
brother had mentioned. He and Kent were actually about to do it.

Slowly, Ryder crawled back and the pressure against his hole magnified. He
licked his lips, absolutely determined to have the bigger dude inside him.

The cockhead pressed even more firmly against his hole, which slowly
started to widen. The flared end was thicker than a finger, but Kent had
managed to get at least two fingers in, so the boy was confident he could
accommodate the end of the dick.

"You can do it, Ryder," said Kent in that tone he used to get the youngster
to push himself physically.

"I know I can," Ryder smiled. Grunting, he pushed back even more.

It felt like a POP.

The cockhead entered his ass.

Kent could see the strain on Ryder's face. Even with the prep, it was going
to be a struggle to fit the oversized shaft up the preteen ass. But that
was why Kent had let the boy be in charge. Ryder would only take what he
felt he could handle, not what Kent tried to give him.

"That's my sexy lover boy," he approved, stroking fingers up and down his
Little's narrow back.  "Just relax..."

Ryder smiled at Kent. It was like a runner's high he got when they jogged
together - pain in his muscles but with exhilaration in his head. He braced
himself with his hands on Kent's chest as he backed himself up, the thick
shaft now beginning to enter his hole.

He thought it would hurt, but the electrical butt-dick connection drove him
toward the sensation of cumming without actually getting to that point.

"Ohhhhh, Kent, oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"You okay, Ryder?" the Big asked.

"Yeaahhhh, feels awwwwwwesome."

Ryder backed up some more, and this time there was a little pain. He
stopped and Kent comforted him. The boy had never felt so loved.

The oh-so-tight grip around his dick was dizzying for Kent. He could hardly
believe he was actually inside his hot, beautiful, sexy, wonderful
kid. Excitement and pleasure washed through him in equal measure.

When Ryder paused, looking doubtful for a moment, Kent reached up and
stroked his cheek. "It feels so good inside you."

He knew Ryder was doing this for him. Had there ever been a more wonderful
boy? Kent was sure there hadn't.

A passionate whisper fell from the schoolboy's lips: "I'm so h-happy you're
inside me. I love b- being this way with y-you."

Ryder impaled himself further. The pain was overtaken by the most intense
throbbing delirium that made his tiny rod twitch.

With an almost drunken smile, Ryder looked into Kent's eyes and echoed his
words. "S-So good."

He wanted more. He had to have more. With his entire body relaxed from the
most welcome euphoria, Ryder slid his ass downward.

In spite of it being his private, fervent wank fantasy, Kent hadn't really
thought they could be together like this. But here was Ryder somehow taking
inch after inch inside his narrow body.  Kent could only look up at his
sweet Little in wonder.

"That's amazing... Oh god... I love you so much, Ryder."

Feeling around, Kent could tell the kid had two-thirds of his shaft buried
in him. Just the idea of Ryder being so stuffed full of cock made Kent
squirm with excitement.

"D-Do it," begged Ryder, and he added the puppy-dog eyes that he knew Kent
couldn't resist.  "Fuck the rest into me." He could see hesitation in his
Big's face. But Ryder was back to being the determined boy who would get
what he wanted. "P-Pleeeezzzz."

"Okay, little man," Kent said and rolled them together so that the
youngster was below him. He got a pillow under Ryder's hips and then pushed
the slender coltish legs back. "My brave, wonderful boy," he said and
thrust all the way home.

"Huuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ryder sighed. The ends of his toes, the tips of
his fingers, the hairs on his head - everything lit up like the Fourth of
July!

With half-lidded eyes he looked up at Kent. The underlying pain was
completely masked by the absolutely incredible sensation of a sort of
mini-cum. Having the entire dick up his ass was bliss like he'd never known
before.

"L-Love you, K-Kent. Oooohhhhhhhh... Ffffffffffffffffff..."

Kent's eyes glazed over with lust. He was balls deep in Ryder and the boy
was loving it. It was everything the man had secretly dreamed of. Now that
he saw Ryder could take it, there was no holding back.

"My sexy lover boy," Kent breathed as he braced himself.

He drew back and shoved forward hard, basking in the ultra-tight hole he
was plundering.  Ryder's squeak of delight spurred him onward and he
started fucking the boy hard and deep, his balls slapping against the
smooth skin of his Little's butt.

"So good," he panted. "Feels so good to fuck you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, K-Kent," Ryder said, once again lost in the head-buzz. He
smiled as the enormous shaft thrust in and out of
him. "I'm... uuuuhhhhhhh..."

Ryder felt his dick harden and throb! - he was having an orgasm! - but not
the same as from being sucked! - this one kept going on and on! Then it
slowed down and almost simmered like a pot on gentle boil.

The 11-year-old boy looked up. Above him was the 23-year-old jock. So
powerful. So manly. So Kent.

The youngster's orgasm returned, in waves. Then retreated again.

"K-Keep f-fucking me. D-Don't stop."

Ryder was drunk once more with pleasure.

"Oh, lover boy, I'm not gonna stop. Gonna ride you all the way home," Kent
moaned.

He thought the tightness would be so much that he wouldn't be able to hold
on, but he was so lost in the satisfaction of pounding Ryder's hole that,
for the moment, his orgasm was stalled.

So he kept plunging in forcefully, breathing heavily. Ryder's slim legs
bounced in the air with every thrust, his toes curling from the powerful
sensations.

"Y-Yeah, Kent. O-Oh, y-yeah. Love you. Love y-you."

It was beyond incredible for Ryder. He was being made love to by Kent. Big
doing Little.

"F-Fuck me. Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Ryder was building to yet another orgasm. But somehow he was able to
repress it, keep it in waiting, such was his need to cum at the same time
as Kent.

"So good," Kent breathed. "Been wanting this for so long..."

The bed rocked as he fucked the boy, his dick a relentless battering ram
driving deep over and over again. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so
unlike anything he'd ever experienced that he was swept away by it.

"Gonna cum, lover boy, gonna cum inside you," he groaned out as his balls
tingled and his fuck stick hardened even more.

Those words set Ryder off. "HUUUUUUNNNNNNHHH!"

He felt the familiar expanding core of Kent's shaft and violent spurts that
went up into his ass.

And the tsunami of an orgasm hit the boy! His dick pulsed and pulsed and
pulsed with the most agonizingly pleasurable dry come!

Kent shuddered and grunted as his dick unloaded - overwhelmed and exhausted
by what he'd experienced!

"NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

As the powerful waves of climax rolled over him, he could only stare in
wonder and adoration at the boy beneath him!

In the wake of his orgasm, Kent gave his Little a shaky smile. "That was
amazing..."

"Y-Yeah," said Ryder, slumped in the bed under the weight of the jock's
muscled legs that pressed into him and the enormous dick speared into his
bottom. "I-I loved it."

The smiles exchanged between them warmed the youngster's heart.

Kent slid his softening prick out of the boy's ass and then moved to lie
down face-to-face beside him before pulling Ryder into a loving embrace.

"You are so special," he murmured. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

Kent was utterly worn out and more content than he had ever imagined
being. He snuggled with his partner and pulled the covers over them.

Ryder nestled against Kent. His cocklet still quivered from orgasm
aftershocks. His bottom throbbed from the gaping emptiness and
pleasure-pain.

The kid knew he belonged here in the man's bed as they fell asleep
together.

*****

It wasn't the week Kent had planned. But it was the week he had dreamed of
since first setting eyes on his Little.

His usual morning workouts went undone, as he was too busy enjoying 69ing
until noon with his lover boy. Trips to the beach also fell by the wayside,
because when Ryder put on his sexy little Speedo and flashed that wicked
grin of his, there was nothing Kent could do but rip that suit off the kid,
toss him over the couch and fuck him like a dog in heat.

The Greek-style wrestling lessons continued, with a naked Kent showing an
equally naked Ryder more complex moves and pins. The boy was improving his
technique, even if he had to grapple with an opponent about a foot-and-half
taller and with 60 pounds more muscle. Their boners would not quit the
entire time. Which meant that sometimes a lesson or a match was called off
because one of them decided to suck the other off or the Big opponent
couldn't help but fuck his Little opponent.

Ryder beamed with pride when he was able to deep throat the entire shaft
during one of their scrubbed matches (interrupted when Kent put his
opponent in a schoolboy pin, which led to his cock finding its way into the
inviting small mouth). The preteen felt the dark-red pubes pressing against
his upper lip and the balls resting on his neck. And it was in this
position that Kent could experiment with face-fucking his boyfriend and
delivering a load directly down the youngster's throat.

The couple did manage a few more "dates," which were an intense mixture of
the growing feelings between them and the sexual tension that never quite
abated.

Late one night, in the middle of a sex marathon more grueling than any of
Kent's workouts, Ryder looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, cheeks red
from arousal and come still dotting his chin and asked Kent: "Are... Are we
b-boyfriends?"

Kent sank the last three inches of his dick into the tiny smooth ass and
kissed Ryder on the lips.  "Yeah... Yeah, we are, lover boy."

After making out with his Little for a blissful time, he flipped the kid
over and rode him hard for a good long while.

*****

The week just flew by and soon it was at an end.

Kent was distraught to see his Little go home. There was no way around it
and Kent was going to do everything he could to see Ryder again soon, but
their happy bubble of loving isolation was over. The real world called.

On the car ride home, Ryder tried to listen to the fun that his mom had had
with her friends in Vegas. The boy really did try to listen. But he
couldn't help but interrupt her and gush about his own super awesome week
he'd spent with Kent. The trips to the beach, the trampoline park, the
nights out at restaurants, the workout sessions (he even had his mom
squeeze his bicep to show how taut it was getting).

Of course, Ryder was careful to avoid any discussion about what the two of
them had done with their dicks and mouths and Ryder's ass. And he certainly
didn't mention how he and his Big had become boyfriends.

That first night in his bed alone was tough for the youngster. He and Kent
video chatted, flashed their cocks, and quietly declared their love for one
another. It just wasn't the same as turning in with his boyfriend for some
all-night loving.

The next day, however, Ryder's mom announced that she had spoken to
Kent. She realized how good it was to have a little "girl time," and since
Ryder had such an amazing experience with his Big, she was going to
drastically increase the time they could spend together.

Ryder was in heaven!

He and his boyfriend could be together for practically the whole summer!

Fortunately, Kent had a reputation for being dependable, trustworthy and a
tad bit boring. It was a consequence of living a life full of secrets. But
while that had been a struggle before, he now found it very useful to be
known as such an upstanding guy, because it would give him much more access
to Ryder.

After meeting for the first time following their week together, the couple
barely got in the door of Kent's apartment before Ryder was naked and on
his knees, sucking off his boyfriend. It was several orgasms later (a mix
of boyish dry comes and adult blasts of jizz) before they were settled down
enough to just kiss and cuddle and talk.

*****

It went like that for a while. The periods of separation made their hunger
for each other so intense that the need to fuck was an undeniable
compulsion. But as they got to see each other more, some normalcy did
return to their relationship. They resumed their morning runs, they had
breakfast out instead of in bed, and they watched baseball games and
wrestling matches on TV.

Their nights were a mix. Sometimes the couple would make slow tender love
and fall asleep in each other's arms. Other nights the fire burned hotter
and they would be up until dawn fucking in every way they could imagine.

Ryder enjoyed every minute he was with his hunky boyfriend. As promised,
Kent took them on a week-long camping trip out in the backwoods. Half the
time they walked around naked since there wasn't a living soul around. It
was a totally new experience having sex in the tent, in the middle of a
grove, by a swimming hole.

The best thing about being fucked was that Ryder didn't even need to jack
himself off in order to cum. Just the sensation of his boyfriend's
cucumber-sized dick thrusting in and out of his ass was enough to give him
multiple kidgasms.

The preteen wished he could make semen, but Kent assured him there was no
hurry, and in fact he loved it that only he himself shot jizz when they had
sex. Comforted, Ryder was able to enjoy their intimate times even more.

The couple was careful in public, but they still managed to go to the
carnival together, holding hands, sharing food, winning stuffed animals,
and, of course, stealing kisses.

Rarely did they take risks getting caught. But there were a few lustful
times when they couldn't help themselves. Like when Ryder was scheduled to
be picked up by his mom in less than 10 minutes. That's when the boy
decided to bust open Kent's jeans and start giving his boyfriend a
blowjob. Kent tried to protest (he actually understood Ryder asking if he
should stop while communicating with a mouthful of dick). They cut it real
close, but Ryder left with a piping hot load of come in his stomach while
waving goodbye.

Just when Ryder thought he knew everything there was to know, Kent would
surprise him with something new. Practical things like when Ryder was
licking the jock's balls and found them to be prickly. That's when he
discovered Kent shaved more than just his facial stubble. Or sexual things
like edging, which seemed to be pure torture. But it made for even more
satisfying and, in the case of Kent, incredibly messy orgasms!

Ryder also kinda liked it that Kent was calling him "doofus" less often and
more so "lover boy."  He liked the new nickname. It was their special term
of endearment. Kent didn't even laugh when a blushing Ryder recited a love
poem he had memorized.

In fact, Kent proved to be an attentive boyfriend, nearly always ready to
indulge Ryder's sexy requests. A memorable one for the youngster took place
when the jock was in his tighty-whities.  Ryder looked down at his own
Spider-Man briefs and asked if they could do the famous kiss like in the
movie. With his impressive strength, Kent lifted Ryder up by the legs and
held him upside down. Their closed-mouth kiss was so sweet and romantic. It
was pure magic for the love-struck Ryder.

The inquisitive boy had brought up Kent's admission of having been
interested in him for a long time. In fact, it was the first day they met
that Kent was smitten with Ryder and that with each passing month the
attraction had become stronger. Ryder was flattered to discover that before
they started having sex, Kent usually jacked off fantasizing about him
after almost every visit.

Kent felt so incredibly lucky to have Ryder in his life. He'd felt that way
before the sex, but even more so since becoming boyfriends. He was able to
be himself - his true self - with Ryder in a way he never had been able to
before with anyone.

The couple had some fun scamming on boys together. On a jog one morning,
they spotted a hottie surfer boy around Ryder's age, with flowing blond
hair and a deep tan. Kent had noticed the way Ryder couldn't take his eyes
off the youth and he'd commented how cute he thought the surfer boy
was. Ryder had smiled and nodded. After that, they'd often talk about young
heartthrobs they saw, with Ryder growing more comfortable admitting those
boys were "sexy."

Now that Kent had opened up Ryder, the kid was able to confess to watching
certain shows because he found a certain actor attractive. Ryder was always
quick to say these boys were never as good looking as his adult lover, but
a couple times Kent had caught Ryder totally enthralled by a boy in a show.

*****

The summer days waned and the time was coming when Kent would have to go
back to work and Ryder back to school and they would again have to struggle
to find time to be with each other. It made Kent unhappy, but it didn't
take away from the glorious summer of love he'd enjoyed.

It was the final week in August when Ryder stepped out of his apartment
building and ran into one of his friends.

"Hey, Hudson, what's up? What're you doing out this way?"

Hudson held onto his skateboard, a troubled look on his face. "I came to
see you, actually. My, uh, my family's moving."

"No lie? Aw, crap, that sucks."

"My dad got this job offer on the other side of the country and he's
supposed to start next week.  So he's moving us out there before school
starts."

"Damn, Hudson. I'm gonna miss you. Sorry I haven't been around much." Ryder
noticed his friend was agitated more so than sad. Like he had to get
something off his chest. "C'mon," said Ryder, "sit with me on the steps."

The two boys each took a seat. Hudson fidgeted with his skateboard.

"I came to see you 'cause... my big brother told me I should." Off Ryder's
puzzled look, Hudson took a deep breath and pressed on. "You see, I told
him... I told him... um... th-that I like you. N- Not just like you. But
LIKE like you."

Ryder was taken aback. "Oh."

Hudson stared at the ground. "Since I'm m-moving now and might never see
you again, my br- brother said I should tell you."

Ryder put a tentative hand on Hudson's shoulder. "That's... cool. I never
even knew you were gay like me."

Hudson's eyes darted over at Ryder. "You serious?! You're not putting me
on?"

Biting back a smile, Ryder embraced his friend. "I wish I knew before."

"Same here. There's s-so much I wanted to do with y-you."

Suddenly, Kent pulled up in his car.

"Oh shoot, sorry, it's my time with my Big Brother."

"That's okay," said Hudson. "I should probably go."

"Um... Wait one second. One second." Ryder hustled over to the car. "Hi,
boyfriend."

"Hi yourself, boyfriend. Who's your buddy there? He's cute."

Ryder blushed. "Um, that's my friend Hudson I was telling you about."

"So that's the famous Hudson." Kent waved the kid over. Hesitant at first,
Hudson relented and trotted over with his skateboard.

After Ryder made introductions and explained the moving situation, he said
to Hudson, "You should come with us for dinner. Kent makes the best
barbecued burgers. Is it ok, Kent, if he comes? Pleeeeezzzzz?"

"Oh, I don't wanna be in the way," mumbled Hudson.

"You're welcome to join us," said Kent with an inviting face.

"R-Really?" said Hudson.

"We can call your parents and if it's not ok, I can give you a lift home."

"Actually," replied Hudson, "my mom and dad said they'd prefer I stay away
while they pack 'cause they need me out from underfoot."

"Then it's decided," said Kent.

"O! Kay! You're coming with us," smiled Ryder.

As Kent drove off with the boys, he enjoyed hearing the two friends go on
with their little-guy chat. He smiled at his young boyfriend, completely
content, but also unaware his life was about to undergo an even more
dramatic change.