Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2023 02:48:51 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 22 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 22 by Underjug & TheRealCOG M/b, con, oral, anal ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Kent MacTiernan let out a long sigh of contentment as the handsome, dark-skinned boy worked over his throbbing erection. Since Brandon had been unable to make their nooner with coach, Kent was absolutely aching for some relief. The newest member of the Brotherhood was all too eager to get in a little practice sucking off their mentor and leader. In fact, in the short time since joining up, the sweet kid had gone from shy and reserved to almost insatiable in his need to unzip Kent's pants and get a taste of his girthy penis. The naked man spread his legs wider and stared into the pretty brown eyes of the boy who was bobbing up and down. Always so earnest in seeking approval, the newest Brother watched intently to be sure he was giving the adult as much pleasure as his mouth and tongue could manage. "That's so fantastic... Can't believe you're deep-throating already," Kent praised, petting the youngster's hair - careful not to push the fluffy cat ears askew. "Such a sexy little kitty boy you are..." Emilio "Em" Bautista popped the cock out of his mouth and said: "Meow." Delicately the Filipino-British boy pretended to lick his fist as if cleaning a paw. Big's scratching fingers made him purr. "Meow..." "Is kitty boy having fun?" Em nodded and rubbed his whiskered face against the gigantor pole. "Ooooo, Em, that's making me feel good." "Meow." The nearly 11-year-old licked the precome dripping out of the slit. "Nnnnhhhh, that feels good too." "Can... I have cream?" "Of course, lover boy." "Meowwww..." And Em went back to taking all of the cock deep into his mouth and suckled. A throaty groan of approval escaped from Kent's lips as the preteen went to work. Emilio had been a welcome surprise addition to the Brotherhood. He and his mother had moved into the building at the beginning of the year and, naturally, Kent had spotted the dusky-skinned cutie right away. A chance encounter in the laundry room with Ms. Bautista had afforded the man the opportunity to hear the boy's story. A little fey and quite shy, Em had been bullied badly at school. His mother had wanted to keep her son safe, so in response she'd decided homeschooling would be a better option. Kent had rightly guessed Em didn't get much socialization, which his mother had felt pretty bad about. To her credit, though, she was simply worried about her child's welfare. The teacher could not fault her for that. He'd talked about his mentoring the group of boys similar to Em who had trouble fitting in. Several more conversations had followed and then the first "playdate" had been scheduled. The Brothers had all embraced Em. Even Rex had offered to find the jerks who'd bullied him and beat them up - a plan Kent had quickly put the kibosh on. Santi, in particular, was fond of the youth and Em tended to follow the Latinx boy about like, well, a very affectionate kitty. Em had also proven to be keen-eyed and quickly deduced the nature of the Brotherhood - and had pleaded to be let into the fun and games. "Yeah, there it is, sweet boy, swallow it all for me..." Kent groaned and arched his back as the newest Brother got a mouthful of hot jizz. Em had only heard about the gusher, so this was a first for the tyke. It lived up to its name, blasting out of the corners of his mouth as much as shooting down into his belly. "Poor kitty boy," Big panted. "You ok?" With sperm-spattered cheeks and whiskers, Em nodded and beamed bright at the adult who let the tween be his cat self. "Here, let me help you out," Big said and kissed Em. Together the two pressed their lips together, cleaning the boy of the warm cream. Meowing, Em curled up in the man's lap. His purring intensified as two big fingers grabbed hold of his hairless cocklet and gently stroked. Em pretended to dig his nails into the two muscled legs as he approached his dry come. "Meow....!" "Therrrrrrrrrre, is my kitty boy happy?" Em glanced up at the friendly face. "Thank you, Big." Kent treated Em with a light touch. The youngster was so gentle and had such a big heart. As much as the teacher believed every boy should have the chance to experience all the usual childhood things, including school, he couldn't help but agree that Ms. Bautista had made the right call. Perhaps next year Em could attend middleschool where the Brotherhood would keep him safe, but Kent had yet to broach that topic with the ferocious mama bear. Once the two were cleaned and dressed, they went around to pick up Ryder, Brandon and Santi - the latter boy had a list a mile long of things to get done for the upcoming nuptials. Kent had been surprised to learn the two fiances wanted to hold a wedding right away, even if it wasn't official, just to confirm their commitment. Of course, the man had been supportive and Santi had been, well, out of his mind with excitement over it. Kent had already had to quash the wedding planner's proposal to release doves during the vows, being that the ceremony was going to take place in his apartment. "I had a new idea for the design of the invitations," Santi told everyone as soon as he got in the car. Brandon and Ryder smiled at each other, but Kent was quite sure he saw some exasperation as well. "Are you sure we need invitations? I mean, it's just the Brothers..." Brandon stopped talking when he received a scandalized look. "You said you want this to resemble a real wedding, not like you're playing pretend," sighed Santi. "Invitations are a way to show your guests this is serious and it serves as a memento for them of your special day." Ryder cleared his throat. "Ok, so, um, what's this new design...?" Santiago Ortiz took a deep breath to calm himself, confident his idea would be well received by the two lovers. Raising his tablet aloft, the wedding planner presented the design. "Simple, yet meaningful. I ran it by Em and he approved." Em looked at the other two boys and nodded. "It's... very good." "You see?" Santi directed their attention to the screen. "The font with the wedding information is a nice but not overly elaborate calligraphic style. Notice underneath the faint stylized images of a baseball player and wrestler holding hands." "Whooooaaaaa," Ryder said. "That's..." "...solid state!" Brandon exclaimed, echoing his partner's enthusiastic nod. "I told you they would love it," Santi bragged to his new and dedicated kitty boy assistant. Kent praised, "Very professional, sweet pepper." Santi blushed with delight. Having cleared that hurdle, he could readily see the two partners were more excited about putting on a proper wedding. Pulling into the parking garage, Kent couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and happiness. Santi, the target of bullying for expressing his true self; Em, the dejected outcast feeling like there was nowhere for him; Ryder, the boy too scared to show his friends who he really was; and Brandon, the seemingly-macho jock boy who nonetheless also needed approval and closeness. None of the Brothers would have even met if not for Kent, and certainly their bonds of friendship would never have come to pass. Moments like this helped quiet any of Kent's lingering reservations about this secret club of boys he'd created. They needed this, they flourished within it. And, honestly, he also did himself. Santi sat the engaged couple down on one of the couches and started going over the menu. It sounded like it might be involved, but Kent didn't feel the need to step in. The Brothers were clearly having plenty of fun with it. The man sat on the other couch with Em in his lap and happily gave the boy the cuddles he was starved for. "Oh!" Santi chirped, gesturing like a conductor. "I was thinking we need a violin player. There's a girl at school who's quite good." Brandon's brow creased. "I don't think we want any outsiders." Kent nodded. "Short stack is right, sweet pepper. This has to be Brothers only." "You're tying my hands here!" Santi protested to the wedding committee. Kent smiled. "You'll manage." Ryder Strauss smiled warmly at the dark-haired pitcher who took him by the hand. Both were aware of the new, rigid lump on the blond boy's finger - the engagement ring. Which would also be the wedding ring. At first Ryder wore it on his middle digit to avoid remarks and jokes from the town about its suspicious placement, but luckily it turned out the fit was more better on his fourth finger anyway, and only a couple girls at his elementary school had said something, which was quickly laughed off and forgotten. Of course Ryder couldn't afford a ring for his fiance. Brandon insisted he was fine with it. The couple had to stop Scott from offering to pay for one, and it made Jacob happy to see his buddy wasn't being taken advantage of for his money. Then Big had come out of the bedroom with a cool ring from his high school days that he thought would be perfect. It was a bit loose on Brandon, but the young athlete would grow into it in a few years. Santi said, trying to conceal his disappointment over the rejection of a live performance, "All right, Plan B for the music is this lovely rendition which can be broadcast through the TV's sound system." "I can play the violin," Em piped up while snuggling against Kent. "You can?!" Santi exclaimed with big eyes. Em nodded shyly, adjusting the cat ears which had shifted out of place from his snuggling. "Such a talented kitty boy," Kent praised. Santi ran over and kissed the newest Brother on the forehead. "Emilio, my Hermano, you have saved this wedding! Gracias, gracias, gracias!" Ryder inquired, "You'll be ok playing in front of everybody, Em?" "Uh-huh. Which one of you will be walking down the aisle?" Brandon Welsh raised his hands to emphasize the importance of making sure this would be the wedding him and his husband-to-be would want. "Neither of us is the bride. We're both grooms." Santi returned to his tablet. "To make it easy, Brandon, you are the groom and Ryder is the groomlet." Ryder protested, "That's not.... Wait, that was Rex's idea, wasn't it?" "Yes," Santi said, "but I didn't have time to come up with better terms. That reminds me, for your bachelor parties-" "Party," Kent clarified. "Si, party, let me make that correction on my to-do list." With an eyeroll he continued, "Rex has volunteered to be the stripper." "Ha, sounds 'bout right," Brandon chuckled. Santi lamented, "I keep begging him for decorum, but... Anyway, fine, that's decided." Brandon put in, "An' neither of us are gonna have a best man, 'cause you're all our best men." "That is so sweet of you," Santi said dreamily. "But uh..." Brandon cleared his throat. "I'm gonna ask Scott to give me away." Both Santi and Em clasped their hands over their mouths to suppress their glee. "And coach, we hope you'll do us the honor of givin' Ryder away." This time the two effeminate boys didn't bother to stop themselves from squeeing. Kent beamed at the happy group. "Of course I will. I thought I would be officiating the ceremony, though." Santi shook his head. "I asked Russell if he would do it. As the most spiritual of the Brothers, he knows all about ceremonies and will be able to make it real without getting too pious. Russell was shocked when I made the suggestion, but I think he's excited too." "That sounds perfect," Brandon agreed, and then snickered. "I mean, it's cool and all, but weird too that the guy marrying us is the same one whose dick I've had in my mouth." "Well, we all have," Kent clarified and everyone laughed. "What about party favors?" Ryder asked. "For the bachelor party?" "Rex IS the party favor," Brandon said with a grin. Santi giggled. "Si... All right, now let's move onto food for the reception..." They talked over what the happy couple might enjoy and hammered out a menu, based on things that Santi and Kent could make or order in. The Hispanic boy's enthusiasm for the planning rivaled Brandon and Ryder's excitement for the ceremony. It was fantastic to be a part of. Kent was so happy he could burst. His Little had come so far and was finally getting everything he deserved. At the Welsh house, Scott St. James was looking after middle bro Clint and little bro Dixon. Actually, no, now that Scott was here, their titles got moved down in the Welsh chart of brothers. So he was looking after LITTLE bro Clint and KID bro Dixon. Well, he wasn't exactly looking after Clint, 'cause he was really hanging out with his new boyfriend. But Dixon wasn't supposed to know what was going on, so for all the kid bro knew, Clint was just Scott's little bro. Plus, there was Dixon's bud, Christian Young, who was hanging out more and more at the Welsh house instead of Dixon going to the Young house. And sometimes Christian called Scott "big bro" even though the blond tyke wasn't a Welsh, but mostly Christian said it when Dixon said it, so Scott let it go. They'd just finished watching a new episode of MASAMUNE, which had the cartoon swordfighter taking on the bad guy named Spider. It was fun 'cuz it was a show they could all get into. Then it ended and Scott tried to talk to Clint. But Dixon kept making like he was gonna jump on the 13-year-old sitter, like he wanted to be brave but wasn't sure, so Scott said in a fake-gruff voice, "You better not be doin' what I think yer doin'." That got the pair of seven-year-olds giggling and Dixon kept fake-jumping at his big bro. "Ok, guys, maybe give Scott a break," said the Clintster. But Dixon still made his move. "C'mon, Christian, get 'im!" The quarterback chuckled, since he'd been tackled enough times that this was nothing. Didn't take much to subdue the two attackers. "You're so strong!" giggled Christian. "Way strong, it's no fair!" shouted Dixon, but then he got to giggling. Thank Whoever that Brandon and Ryder finally got home. Brandon laughed out loud at the full-on insurrection taking place. "Some babysitter you turned out to be. You're lettin' the twerps run all over you." Scott grinned at his twin Welsh bro. "Ya-no, I got this totally under control. ACK!" He yelped when Dixon leaped onto his back. "Ninja attacks are not cool!" But the athlete was laughing as he fell over. Brandon shook his head and glanced at his fiance. "I told you, didn't I? Dude said he could handle the rugrats easy and I knew he was going to be outmatched. Such a rookie mistake." Ryder snickered. "Well, if he was any good at wrestling, he'd be, like, doing better." "Ok, runts," the pitcher said, "leave our poor big brother alone. Go and play in your room." "Awwww," Christian whined. Dixon pouted, "Fine... I got a new game I want to try out anyway. Come on, Christian!" With the little ones out of the room, Scott asked, "So, you get all yer weddin' stuff done," and then added with a hint of concern, "hey, how's Santi doin'?" "You don't gotta worry 'bout Santi," Brandon answered, "he's so into planning our ceremony the guy's almost forgot his birthday's comin' up." Ryder put his arm around Clint and said, "Scott, um... Brandon's got, like, something he'd like to ask you." Winking in gratitude, his fiance turned to Scott. "I was wondering what'cha thought 'bout giving me away." "Givin' ya where?" "No, at our wedding," chuckled Brandon. "Kent's gonna give Ryder away before we step up to the altar an' I'd like the honor of my own big bro giving me away." "Shyeah, I'd love ta," Scott said, noticeably hiding the fact he was moved by the request. Then the alpha in him surfaced. "But only if you can get outta this armlock. I ain't givin' you away that easy." The two jocks roughhoused, with Brandon chuckling and cursing as he tried to slip out of Scott's iron grip on his trapped neck. Clint warned, "Don't break anything or Mom'll get mad." "We'll be careful," Scott assured his boyfriend, "an' anyway, twin bro here can't escape his obviously superior bigger bro." "Oh, them's fightin' words," Brandon snickered. Clint Welsh looked to Ryder as their partners playfully thrashed about the room fighting for dominance. "Are you getting excited about the ceremony?" "Yeah, but also a bit nervous, I guess. Santi's doing, like, a real good job, though, and he's better at it than us. That's making it more easier." "Oh, guess what?!" Clint exclaimed. "For after the reception, Scott's going to make up his bedroom in their mansion like it's a honeymoon suite and just you husbands will get to sleep there. He's got his mini-fridge which he'll make sure is stocked and it'll be made up real nice and he's got secret stashes for lube and, oh!, there's these edible undies he's got and there'll be a chocolate fondue with fresh strawberries, and that's all I'm allowed to tell you, but there's more and you're gonna love it." "Wow, Clint, thank you!" Ryder said breathlessly and he gave his little brother a kiss on the cheek. "Scott wanted to send you guys to one of the cities to attend an Antonio Cruz concert." "Really?!" "Yeah, but remember we watched Antonio win the Academy Award for DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT, and now his concerts are on hold 'til the summer 'cause he's getting all these offers for superhero movies and stuff, so we couldn't do the honeymoon we wanted for you guys, but hopefully being in your big brother's bedroom will be nice." When the two twin Welsh bros almost broke a lamp, they called it a draw so that Clint could continue the private reading lessons with his boyfriend. In his own room, Clint pulled out flashcards after the two had settled on the bed and made out a teeny bit. Scott wrinkled his brow. "Ya-no, I thought we were readin' one'a your books." "We'll get back to it," explained Clint, "but you might like this better. It's all my blowjob words." "Shyeah, ok, I'm listenin'," Scott smiled, now suddenly very interested. Giggling, Clint presented the first flashcard. "This one should be easy. Sound it out." Scott put on his serious face. "Ssssssspuuuuu..." "More like 'errrrr.'" "Ssssppppperrrrr... Spurt!" "Right! 'Kay now..." "Jjjjjjawwwwbrrr... Jawbreaker!" "You're learning it so fast!" "And that's yer word for 'cockhead,' right?" "Yupper. 'Kay..." "Llllliiiiico... Lico... rrr... ice? Huh? Lico-rice?" "Not 'rice.' Think 'shhhhhhh'..." "Lico... rish... Licorice! An' that's the shaft." "Uh-huh! Now this..." "Whoa, ok, um... Kaaaaaaaabloh..." "More like 'oo.'" "Kaaaabloo... Kablooey! What's that one again?" "When you come." "Oh ya! I kinda love that one." With the Welshpack away and Emilio gone home for dinner, Kent had found himself alone with Santi. The man didn't mind that at all. Sweet pepper seemed to be in no hurry to leave, so Kent had invited him to the bedroom where he was now treating the romantic boy to a sensual massage. "Mmmm, this is nice," Santi purred contentedly as his slender shoulders were being kneaded. "You've been working very hard. We all appreciate it." "I... I know I can be a little, well, extra about it. It's just so exciting! I've been dreaming of my own wedding since I was four, mi hermoso mentor. To get a chance to plan one is... It's very special. I'm grateful Brandon and Ryder are letting me." "You understand we all love you, right? Never be embarrassed about your excitement over something with us," Kent assured him, now working the boy's back. The room was quiet for a moment, and then Santi sniffled a bit before saying, "I know. It is still a surprise to me. The others are so very different from me, but... I feel their love." "Good, because it's true." Santi glanced back with a satisfied smile. "It has been a long time since it was just us. Back then, I was the one giving the massages." "And I've been wanting to return the favor ever since. Do you like the oil I chose?" "Si, it is rose and gardenia. I enjoy it very much." The Latinx boy sighed luxuriously. As Kent began working on his round little glutes, he asked coyly, "Are you intending to seduce me, sir?" "Oh yes. Nice and slow, easy and gentle, just the way you like it." Santi beamed. "You are such a good man, mi hermoso mentor." "And you are my beautiful lover boy, sweet pepper." Santi sighed once more as the thick but nimble fingers of Big employed a delicate touch on the almost-12-year-old's erogenous zone before dragging the pleasure away to less sexual areas of his young body. It seemed Kent not only understood what a Brother wanted but also learned and molded his approach until the adult was on an equal level. He was quick to pick up Santi's technique of delivering a soothing experience with peaks and valleys, a combination of deep tissue and light touch. "Mmmmmm, it's like I'm drifting on a cloud," Santi moaned. The Latinx lover also marveled at how Kent didn't attempt any shortcuts, drawing out the welcome seduction, until the boy was craving the fingertips nudging into his loosened rosebud. "T-Take me, please," Santi begged. "Oh I will, sweet pepper, when I'm ready," Kent whispered into his ear. The muscled teacher kissed the student's neck and nibbled on his ear even as his hands continued to caress and fondle. Santi was now nice and pliable, even randy, but Kent knew he could heat the youth up even more with a little patience. It was rare to have this sort of individual time with one of his boys. The nooners with Brandon were quick and rough, just the way the pitcher liked them. And when Rex was tied to the bed, there was no desire for subtleties. That made this experience even nicer. When Kent did have Santi on his back at last, legs splayed, he delivered the most passionate and sensual kisses imaginable. The way sweet pepper trembled beneath him made Kent hard as stone. Entering the slender middleschooler was easy, by this point, but the jock still took it slow until he was at last sheathed all the way in. Then Kent slid in and out in a passionate rhythm. Sweet pepper reached down between them to stroke his ample rod, gasping and moaning as their lovemaking went on. Kent's dick relentlessly tantalized the boy's love button and soon the bottom boy was whimpering out in climax. "Harder now, lover," Santi moaned. "Harder, please. Make me yours..." And of course Kent complied, driving in deeper and faster while chasing his own climax to a breathtaking and sticky conclusion. The man cuddled and kissed the boy, letting them both enjoy the afterglow. Sweet pepper snuggled in close, heart still racing, a contented smile on his face. ***** Russell Young hit a triple his first time up to bat and he was fairly proud of himself for reaching home plate. The team hadn't yet had a game, which took some of the pressure off the Mormon boy. When it was time to switch, the blond-haired tween put on his glove and started trotting to the outfield. Coach MacTiernan rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're our first baseman." "Wh-What, sir?" "Yu is capable, but I'd like you two to swap, because my instincts tell me you'd both be better at your new positions." The first thought Russell had was that Yu would be angry at the perceived demotion. But the Asian player waved congenially and headed out to left field. "If you think so, coach." Russell did as he was told. The tension was eased at the sight of Brandon smiling and tipping his cap from the pitcher's mound. From the bleachers Ryder called out, "Yeah, Russell!" Before practice, the new first baseman had conferred with the engaged couple about officiating their wedding. Naturally the trio couldn't speak too openly, but Russell had come away with a better idea what the fiances were hoping for with the ceremony. He also had the opportunity to talk about one of his four older brothers, Theo, who'd shown up to a few practices. It was perhaps the first time any of the Young highschoolers had paid attention to Russell. "I suppose I've been so used to being ignored," Russell had confided to the couple, "it's as if a stranger has taken a sudden interest in what I do." "It's just been you and Christian, huh?" Ryder had sympathized with a pat on his shoulder. "Christian's the baby of the family, so he does get attention once in a while." "So, what's up, then, with this Theo?" Brandon had asked, in part it seemed to suss out the enemy who'd been luring little brother Dixon from the Welsh home. "I don't know... Theo's... he's been talking to me a little more now that we have a shared interest. It's pretty superficial, if I'm being honest, and I don't know where it's going to go, but... at least it's something." Ryder could see it was way more than "something." He himself was a single child. That was part of why he'd begged to join the Big Brothers of America program. But he was pretty sure it had to be even more worse to have siblings and have them ignore you. "Well, I think it's pretty fantastic," Ryder had said. "Means you're being noticed, which you should be." "Yeah, totally," Brandon had added, smiling. "And remember, you're still OUR Brother." Russell couldn't help but blush and smile, thinking of the love and care the boys gave him so freely, like it was no big deal. He doubted they could really understand how much of a Very Big Deal it truly was. Theo's sudden interest, which the Mormon youth believed was temporary, only emphasized the difference between the family he was born with and the family he was closest to. Little brother Christian seemed to have some idea what Russell did in the Brotherhood, though what exactly remained a mystery. It was impossible to hide it, since Christian had had that gay experience with a teen camper. The seven-year-old knew more than most any other kid his age about boy-on-boy sex. He was forever pestering Russell to divulge more details, as if his curiosity were driving him crazy. Sticking to the code of the Brotherhood, Russell had refused to answer any of the questions he was subjected to. But there was the distinct possibility that, when he was a little older, Christian might join and become a Brother. And that would not be a bad thing at all. Russell caught the ball thrown by Yu and tagged the runner. Then he quickly threw the ball to third, and that resulted in a second out. Feeling happy, really happy, with the feeling of belonging and camaraderie, the Mormon boy gave Coach Kent, the man responsible, a little nod. Under cover of night at a roadside billboard, Rex Jameson shook a spray can, but then stopped to reconsider his decision, calculating the risks of what he was about to do. The 12-year-old punker studied the bible camp ad with an image of a pristine lake and clean-cut holy-roller campers. His plan was to show up all the goodie-goodies as the dickheads they were by adding penises to the tops of their heads. But maybe it wasn't the brightest idea. After all, he'd almost got caught defacing property with penile images, so this would be tantamount to leaving a trail of breadcrumbs. Posing like an artist considering his next brush stroke, Rex realized the importance of changing it up a bit. Inspiration hit and soon the lake was enhanced with triangular shark fins. Now the Brit boy was on fire and to tie it all together, he would use the same upside-down V design to add devil horns to the campers. Suddenly, a pair of headlamps popped on! Shit fuck cunt, it was the coppers! "Rough trade, get your arse in here!" Phew, it was Mac. The teacher must've spotted the iconoclast, turned out his lights and cruised up without making a sound. "Allow me at least one set of horns, Big." "The sharks are enough, move it!" "Fiiiiiiiinnnnne..." Disappointed, Rex grabbed his rucksack and started to tromp over. "No, no, no, you're not going to come back later to collect that spray can you so obviously set down. Grab it and let's go!" "You're killing me here, mate," Rex sighed, but he did as requested without kicking up a fuss. The skinny middleschooler climbed into the passenger side and added, "You genuinely are Big Brother, you always seem to be watching me." "Well, if you would behave, I wouldn't need to be watching you," Kent stated flatly. "Gonna be waiting a long time for that to happen, Mac," Rex replied with a cheeky smile. Kent heaved a sigh, resisting the urge to smile. The boy was charming, in his insufferably rebellious way. "We talked about your artistic endeavors. And I thought we had an agreement." Rex shrugged his bony shoulders. "We did, yeah. I agreed I wouldn't put any more graffiti up at school. Didn't say anything about the rest of the town, mate." For now anyway Kent decided not to challenge him on that point. "Where did you even get that spray paint? I confiscated your supply." "That you did. Had to steal some fresh cans." Kent eyed him askance. Sometimes it was hard to tell when the punk was kidding. The smirk on his face indicated he was not joking this time. "Rex...." "What? I would've shelled out, but they won't sell paint to kids my age." The car pulled over into a darkened corner of a rest stop. Kent unbuckled his seatbelt and gave Rex a smoldering look. "Well, since I can't talk sense into you, I guess I'll just have to fuck that attitude out of you." In short order, Kent had the seat flipped back and a naked Rex bound to the steering wheel with his belt. The tween spat curses around moans for more as the equally naked, hung jock ravaged him hard and fast right there. Of course Kent knew this was far from a punishment for Rex, but he also knew teaching the boy to curb his impulses was a long and drawn-out process. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Rex moaned, "this is nastier than anything I ever got up to, you dishy stud." The bloke's cock pummeled the youth's arse. Kent grunted ferociously, "I don't hear you asking me to stop." "God no, M-Mac, destroy that nnnnnhhhhhh hole." The act of being sodomized out in the open thrilled the lascivious lad. Though the area was secluded - the educator wouldn't actually be daft enough to put them in any real danger - it still felt dirty and wrong and Rex loved every moment of it. Suddenly, the man's hand stopped jacking the boy's boner. "What g-gives, Mac?" "You're not pleasuring yourself!" "Whoa, mate, th-that whole mmmmmm denial thing is Brandon's deal." "Tonight as punishment you're gonna get reamed without any relief." "Hey, that's fffffffffffffmmmmm not what we agreed to." "I only agreed to fuck you." "Hahaha, ok, Big, I gaaawwwwwd deserved that. T-Take my pound of flesh." "Stop quoting Shakespeare at me." "Huh? No, no, mate, pound my flesh, take it." And pound Big did, driving his shaft deep into Rex's guts, making the punker whimper and curse and moan. Rex hoped the anal stimulation would make him shoot nonetheless, but a huge load got delivered up inside him without any climax from his own pecker. Oh well, Rex deserved it for being a bad boy. ***** Kent reminded himself to make a note that Brandon was never to be allowed to help with surprise parties. All the work for Santi's birthday bash had been done by Russell, but then he and the coach had both unwisely left it to the pitcher to decide what excuse to give the Latinx boy to get him over to the apartment. "The invitations ya wanted are backordered so we hafta pick new ones" had sent their overworked wedding planner into a full-on meltdown. Kent did his best to get Santi to relax on the drive back to his place, but sweet pepper was near to hyperventilating with the idea his entire decorative scheme was crashing and burning. However, once they'd entered the den and everyone jumped out and yelled, "Surprise! Happy birthday!" all the stress and anguish seemed to leave Santi. Instead, the Hispanic youth stared around in dumbfounded wonder, like he couldn't quite understand what was even happening. "Happy birthday, Santiago." Kent gave the boy a gentle peck. The other Brothers rushed forward with hugs and kisses. Short stack clapped sweet pepper hard on the shoulder. "Another year closer to bein' a teenager, huh?" "And closer to his balls dropping," Rex added, which most of the guys laughed at but earned him an eyeroll from the birthday boy. Russell looked nervous. "I hope it's all ok. I made sure we got your favorite foods. Um, I just wanted you to have a special day, since you've been working so hard." Sweet pepper gave string bean a kiss. "It's marvelous. Oh, look, balloons with words in Spanish, you didn't have to go to all the trouble. These birthday hats are to die for, and, dios mio, is that my cake, it's two-tiered!" Of course, Santi was still in wedding planner mode, ready to take over and do everything; however, there was no recourse but to sit and enjoy himself when every Brother insisted it was all taken care of. Santi's ex sat next to him on the couch. "How's the birthday boy?" Scott asked, delivering a half-embrace. The Latinx tween slapped a hand dramatically over his heart. "Much better now that I know the wedding isn't in jeopardy." "So, uh... ya know, just checkin' in, y'know, seein' how ya been," the blond athlete said, his fingers twitching as if reaching for a nonexistent fidget spinner. "That is so sweet, Scott. Well, I suppose I've had my good days and my bad days." "Shyeah... I just want ya to be happy 'n' stuff." "If I'm to be completely honest, I've been so busy with the wedding. And, with the exception of the last half hour, it has made me exceptionally happy to help bring Ryder and Brandon together." Scott spoke with his ex for a while longer, until Jacob roped him into helping out in kitchen. As the pair arranged bowls and whatnot, his bud turned serious. "I'm kinda kicking myself," went Jacob. "Here I suspected you were gay for over a year, but I had no idea about your reading comprehension." "Hid that better, I guess." "I'm thinking back to all the times we'd be doing something that required you to read and you'd just say 'whatever you think' or 'I'll order what you're ordering.' You found a pretty special guy who could figure you out so quickly." Scott glanced over at the den where Clint was chatting with his big brother. "Shyeah, he's a smart lil boy. Talks a mile a minute, but I love listenin' to 'im." Meanwhile, Brandon turned to Santi. "Here, try the chevy dip, I made it myself." "Er... Do you mean ceviche?" the now 12-year-old asked. "Ya, that." "You, um, you made it...?" Santi bit his lower lip. "How nice..." The pitcher burst out laughing. "Man, you should see your face! Like I was askin' you to eat a shit sandwich!" The rowdy boy grinned from ear to ear. "'Course I didn't make it. We bought it from that place ya said makes ok food." Santi smiled pleasantly. "Oh... That's good. I was trying to remember if I had the number for poison control." That got another laugh out of Brandon. "I don't think I said it proper, but I really appreciate all you're doin' to make the wedding special. I really want it to be amazing. Somethin' we'll never forget. And you're makin' that happen for us. Means a lot." The brown-skinned youth smiled. "I am happy to be of help." Ryder came up behind Brandon and wrapped his arms around his fiance. "So, Santi, what entertainment would you like for your birthday?" "We still have three more episodes to watch of BIG MOUTH," Santi said. "Really?" the spiky-haired blond asked quizzically. "I know in the past I've said I wasn't interested in it, but I have grown fond of its crude humor." Ryder announced, "Hey, everybody, Santi wants to watch BIG MOUTH!" Big and the Brothers all squeezed onto the couches to check out the next episode. Everybody was on his best - well, maybe BETTER - behavior so as not to make Jacob uncomfortable. After the episode was over, Ryder asked, "'Kay, so what character is everybody?" Brandon said, "Obviously Clint's 'Big Mouth.'" Clint owned it. "Yeah. I'm Big Mouth." Ryder then went, "Russell's Jay." Russell said in mock-exasperation, "Oh, sure. Because I'm bisexual like him." Santi even chimed in, "And your dad's a lawyer." Scott guffawed, saying a line from the show, "Stop quoting his dad's law commercials." That got a huge laugh out of everybody. Rex snickered, "And Kent's Coach Steve." Everyone turned to Kent, expecting the guy to be offended by the comparison to the dorky, not- too-smart teacher in the show. Kent did a perfect impersonation of Coach Steve, bending his arm exactly like the character: "IIIIIIIIII think that's "Coach Kent Steve" to all of you." That got an even bigger laugh from the Brothers. Jacob was not to be left out. "Nah, c'mon, guys, Steve is a dumb, ugly loser. Just 'cause he's the coach, my man Special K ain't like that." Kent gave the Black tween a fist bump. "Why, thank you, thumper." In a burst of inspiration, Santi exclaimed, "No, wait, I've got it... Big is not Steve, he's..." And here the sensitive boy gave a dreamy-eyed look and said the name of the super-hot character in this book in the cartoon: "...Gustavo!" Most of the Brothers clasped their hands over their chests like Santi and all said dreamy-eyed, "Gustavo!" After enjoying some food, Kent cut the cake and everyone had a piece. Seated in his lap was Em, looking around in wonder at all the boys he was now friends with. The teacher knew it was quite an adjustment, going from someone isolated from his peers to having a whole passel of young people he could relate to. Kent stroked the child's hair in reassurance. "Still overwhelmed?" Em bit his lip and shook his head. "No... I just... Sometimes I stop and think how lucky I am." "You and me both, kitty boy." Sweet pepper started opening his presents, taking great care to preserve the wrapping paper. First up was a set of fancy soaps from Ryder and Brandon, which made the birthday boy light up. "These look heavenly, thank you!" "Welcome," doofus replied and kissed him on the cheek. The next thing Santi opened had him gaping in shock. It was a Blu-ray disk, from what Kent could see. But the Hispanic boy held it like he'd found a golden ticket from Willy Wonka. "This... This isn't available anywhere. I've looked for a long time... How...?" Rex, mouth full of cake, shrugged and said, "I blew a guy who knows a guy." Kent asked, "What is it, Santi?" "It's a movie Antonio Cruz did in Mexico, before he was even in BEACH BALL. I mean, he wasn't the star, but people on the fan boards all say this is what got him his big break...EL BURRO DEL CAMPESINO." Sweet pepper squinted at Rex, like he had no idea how to respond. "I... Gracias, mi compadre." "De nada," rough trade said. Em twirled a lock of hair behind his ear as his new tribe of boys brought forward the rest of their gifts. In the first few days he'd felt like an anthropologist observing the unfamiliar behavior of males his own age and persuasion. Thankfully it was easier than he'd thought it would be to become accustomed to the Brotherhood. Big had made it possible, but even the sometimes rowdy boys treated him with kid gloves... well, with kitty gloves. It did feel odd not to wear the cat ears while sitting in Kent's lap. Perhaps Em might don the headpiece during daily activities, but for now he'd confine them to his times in the bedroom. Santi had expressed interest in watching the first little bit of the Mexican film, and fortunately Em had learned basic Spanish, so he voiced his support behind the idea of a mini-watch party. Em had heard so much about this superstar named Antonio Cruz - though not before meeting the Brothers, of course, so it was a treat to see their reaction when a much-younger actor appeared onscreen. "Ah!" Brandon shouted. "He was mega-hot even when he was 11!" "Sh, sh, let's listen," Santi chided, his eyes glued to the TV. "Bet he could've been, like, a Brother," whispered Ryder to his fiance. "Shyeah, doesn't he actually look a lil like Em?" whispered Scott to the couple. All three Brothers turned in Em's direction, making the timid preteen blush. "I can see it," the trio said almost all at once. "Antonio's about to speak!" Santi warned. And when the 11-year-old Antonio delivered his line, all of the Brothers swooned and cheered. Kent gently covered Em's hand, which was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. Kitty boy didn't seem to be doing it consciously, but still, there was a time and place. The man instead took the small hand in his and held it. "Whoa, look at his focus," Jacob said, mesmerized. "That intensity in his eyes... And the way he keeps changing his posture, like he wants to act tough but he doesn't want to get beat up... Damn, the guy really does have talent." "I keep saying that," sweet pepper replied, without any venom in his tone. "I want to be that good one day," the Black tween said. "Shyeah, I can see that, bud," fidget said. "You're going to be, like, the next Antonio." "Does that mean we get to see him running around in a Speedo?" big mouth asked with a naughty smirk. "Brat, you know those jokes are against the rules," short stack warned and got his little brother in a chokehold to dish out the required noogie. But thumper was laughing. "Trust, if I have a body like Cruz, I'd be happy to show it off on TV." "Ain't that the truth," doofus said with a wistful sigh. "I'd be happy just growing a foot taller..." Jacob realized an NBA game was in progress that he'd completely forgotten about. His attention had been caught by the acting chops of Antonio Cruz. Maybe this was a sign Jacob was making the right decision in choosing the school play over the basketball team. Already the straight boy in the bunch could sense the growing horniness among the Brothers. Kent had been a good guy keeping Jacob company during the orgies. It wasn't exactly fair, since Special K had confided that he usually joined in the naked fun. So Jacob was bound and determined to ensure Big got some much-needed gay action. "Well, hate to party and run, but I do got rehearsal," the aspiring actor said to the group. "You sure, thumper?" Kent asked, checking his watch. "Seems a little early." Jacob smiled to himself. You couldn't get anything past the teacher; dude didn't pay lip service to the Brothers, he understood them body and soul. But Jacob could chance a fib since it wasn't doing any harm. "Nah, we all like to get there and warm up - vocals 'n' shit. I sure do need it." The Brothers wished the African-American thespian good luck. Scott came up to him and whispered, "I wanna tell Big soon 'bout my... you know..." "I'll be there for moral support if you need me, bud," Jacob replied, giving the blond jock an exaggerated manly embrace with plenty of back thumping. "Knock 'em dead," Scott said and after the fond farewells Jacob was out the door. Clint came up behind Scott and jumped up onto his back. "You know, it's super cool that your friend is ok with us being sexy with each other, but I also feel bad that he figures he has to leave so we can get naked together, because I really like having him around and I don't want him to think he's not welcome, but it's also neat how he's so ok with it he doesn't even complain." "Well put, big mouth," Kent replied with a wink. "So, it's your birthday, which means you can pick what goes on," Ryder said to Santi. "What do you feel like?" "Ya, we're up for anything," Brandon added. "Well, don't ask me to dress up as a girl. But other than that, ya, anything." "You'd look cute as a girl," Russell teased, smiling amiably. "You know what? I would," the pitcher agreed. "But I ain't doing it." "Well, as big bro, I could make ya," Scott threatened with a cocky grin. Brandon put up his dukes. "Try it!" "As.... amusing... as that sounds.... I was thinking I'd like to try something I heard Ryder mention once," the Latinx boy said, his cheeks crimson. "Um, it involves having two, um, penes, in my rear... Kent? Russell? Would you?" "Me? Really?" the Mormon boy asked. "Si." "Um..." The blond youth blushed. "O-Of course." Kent said, "If that's what you want, sweet pepper, we'll make it happen." Clint shuddered. "I don't get how that can be fun...." The group stripped off and headed for the bedroom. With so many boys now in the Brotherhood, Kent's bed was definitely getting crowded. Santi took his place in the center in anticipation of his double penetration. At the insistence of the Brothers for him to be the decider of this orgy, the Spanish-speaking 12-year-old slipped back into wedding mode to determine who would be best with whom as if he were planning the seating chart. "All right... Clint, I think I'll have you servicing Em." On a few occasions, Santi had overheard the fellatio lover lament not having tasted the newest Brother. So this pairing would remedy that and allow the neko boy to experience another partner. "And Scott, if you will please top your twin brother." Now that Santi understood Brandon needed to be fucked and made into a whore to curb his impulse to act like a father with younger Welsh brothers Clint and Dixon, it was a good idea to give the dark-haired seventh grader an inoculation since he hadn't been penetrated by Kent for a few days. Though mainly a bottom, Scott sometimes acted as a pinch-hitter for Big to keep his so-called twin Welsh brother in line. "Finally, Rex, I don't think you've topped Ryder since your first day in the Brotherhood." This was an easy choice to make, since Santi had noticed the British punker eyeing the blond gradeschooler's bottom as soon as their clothes had dropped. Everyone seemed to be pleased with Santi's decisions, which he took as a good sign his skills as a wedding planner were still sharp. Quivering with excitement, the birthday boy turned to Kent and asked, "Mi hermoso mentor, what do I do for my DP?" "Come up here and kiss me, sweet pepper, while string bean gets you ready." Santi gave Russell a sultry look and crawled over for a long, deep and passionate liplock. Kent knew the best ways to get sweet pepper's motor running and he used those tricks to get the youth moaning in his arms. It helped, of course, that Russell was behind Santi, gently lubing him in preparation for the big event. Brandon said with a grin, "Man, I never thought I'd say this, coach, but your bed is too small." "It used to feel like an island," Ryder added with a wicked grin. "A whole island all to ourselfs." Scott roughly bent Brandon over the edge of the bed. "Always room for more, y'know? Always a way ta make it... unnn... fit...." The pitcher yelped while being mounted, his hands clutching the blankets as his twin bro gave him the fucking he so desperately needed. Rex, in usual Rex form, simply dragged Ryder down to the floor for a good hard pounding. The punk boy wasn't particular about where the action happened, as long as it happened. Em lay down next to Kent, smiling happily to be included in all the fun. Clint, eyes full of excitement, wasted no time in getting to work blowing the new cutie. Scott wasn't a natural top, preferring to have coach's monster cock up his own ass. But something about putting little bro in his place totally appealed to the aggro side he also showed on the football field. Instead of placing his hands in position for the snap of the ball, it was like he'd just walked right up to the bent-over center player and stuck his tool up between the butt cheeks. The other part Scott had to adjust to was calling his twin all those names. He kept his voice low so as not to panic any of the more sensitive Brothers, but fortunately all the grunting and moaning and instructions from coach on the DP kept everyone from overhearing the blond QB whispering, "Shyeah, ya whore, ya fuckin' school tramp, yer gonna get an assful of my jizz." The groans from his "Welsh bro" got Scott excited and it was kinda cool that not a lotta prep was needed. Squirt a lube and it was straight to long dicking. "Harder, that all you got?" Brandon whispered, real intense. "Gonna make ya my bitch, an' maybe I'll let'cha get off," Scott said fake-angry into Brandon's ear. The eighth grader's cornholer got even harder watching Big and Russ prepping Santi for his first double sword. Always and forever Scott would be grateful to the Latinx hottie for getting him to see who he really was. Not just being gay, but also what kinda relationship he was meant for. The double penetration started with Russell entering Santi, slow and easy, making the eager bottom sigh in pleasure. Once the sexy Hispanic was used to that, the Mormon middleschooler pulled out and Kent went in, stretching the hole even wider. That and another of Russell's fingers finally got the birthday boy ready and, very carefully, the blond youth was able to get in alongside the man's thick erection. The orgy paused for a moment as the naked group in the room stopped to watch their Brother experience the DP. The look on Santi's face was utterly transcendent, like he was feeling too many things for his mind to even handle. While held in Kent's tender embrace, Santi allowed himself to get used to being stuffed so full. "That's so good," Big murmured to the trembling boy. "Just relax and enjoy it." Clint glanced over with the rest of the Brothers. A part of him wished his ass could give him the kind of pleasure he clearly saw on Santi's face. But he took some comfort remembering Kent's words. "You and I are the same, big mouth. We're both meant to be tops." The Welsh middle bro - no, he was the Welsh LITTLE bro now that Scott was around - wasn't as interested in anal, since cocksucking really turned his crank, but maybe that would all change when he got older. Since Scott was a bottom, maybe Clint might end up being the one on top. "Oooohhhh, that... ooohhh, it's really amazing." Clint looked up at Em, who'd just spoken. The cat-loving boy had the same kind of pleasure on his face as Santi. "You've got a nice licorice, Em," Clint praised. "How do you know what everybody likes?" Em asked between soft moans. "I'm still figuring out what works best for your cock, 'cause everybody's different. But I think you do like this." And with that Clint took the hard-on down to the root and did a slurp/smooth-suck all the way up to the tip. It was so exciting to feel Em's legs writhe around the sides of his head. Maybe this was the special technique that would drive the Filipino-Brit boy wild. Clint still wasn't sure yet; he would experiment to find the perfect suckjob to give the newest Brother. Ryder was a bit surprised that Rex positioned him on his knees and took him from behind, which allowed the gradeschooler a good view of the action on the bed. It couldn't be on accident, which meant the guy was trying to be nice and respect Ryder's kink as a voyeur. And even though that was the only possible reason, it still didn't make a lot of sense. To the blond boy getting fucked, Rex was a total mystery. Every time Ryder thought he had him figured out, the punker would do something else that seemed totally random. It was a good reminder of the lesson Kent had told him about never judging anyone by their appearance. "Ohhh, yeah, that's good," Ryder moaned. "You're a sweet piece of tail, you are," Rex grunted. Then he addressed Brandon. "Oi! Slut dude! Watch me fuck your boytoy!" And then there were times that Rex behaved entirely as expected. Though Ryder couldn't deny there was always something sexy about Brandon watching his lover get a good pounding. Brandon smiled at the guy he was going to marry. There was a time when it was just him, Ryder and Kent in this bed. Now dudes were spawning like in a video game, and the sport fucking had grown into a total orgyfest. The first DP in the Brotherhood had been with Ryder, who'd begged coach to let him have two fucksticks up his sweet sixth-grader rear. It'd been a challenge for Brandon to add his poker next to the monster cock, and he figured Russ was probably going through the same thing squeezing his boner in with Big's. As hot as it was watching Ryder's happy-prostate-face, Brandon couldn't help think about how he hadn't seen the kid as much since the start of baseball practice. A few times the dark-haired pitcher had skipped nooners with coach so he could race over to the elementary school and make out with his fiance in the woods. "Shyeah, ya dirty slut," Scott whispered into his ear. "This ass belongs ta me, whore, I'll use it whenever I want." Brandon let a groan escape his lips. The pounding in his own ass was solid state, and his older twin bro made it even better by slapping his hand away. "You ain't gonna jack off 'less I say so, come rag," Scott hissed. One thing Brandon had thought for certain was Kent would be the only one to fuck his butt. However, something in the Welsh brother responded to being taken down a peg by the middleschool footballer. Maybe it was that both them spoke the same language - athletics, alpha, ass-taking. "Mmmmmmm, I'm your whore," Brandon gasped. Suddenly, he heard another gasp. It was Santi getting slowly fucked by two rods. The Spanishy dude had the same expression as when Ryder had been DPed. Em glanced up just as Santi moaned, "Ooooohhhhhhh, Russellllll, Kennnnnnt..." Big asked, "Is it good, sweet pepper?" "It is l-like... the t-time I was... d-devirginated." Russell groaned, "Happy B-Birthday, Santi." "Th-Thank you, Russell." Em had heard all of the Brothers had been devirginated by Kent, whose seed had turned every boy into a man. The Asian-U.K. cat lover wanted to know what it felt like to be penetrated. Sometimes when alone in the shower he would play with his starfish and once or twice Kent's fingertips had ventured around his bottom. Em had asked about taking the next step, but he was told to wait until he was truly ready. Watching the cocks of the 23-year-old and 12-year-old penetrate Santi made Em want to purr aloud. He was struck by the urge to dig out and put on his furry ears so he could be mounted like a kitty. Suddenly, Em was hit with a wave of intense pleasure in his penis. He glanced down at Clint, who was doing something mysterious to the knob. "You like that, huh?" Clint smiled, as if he'd cracked the code to what got Em excited. "It... It's about to make me climax," Em said helplessly, the building intensity becoming almost too much. "Ohhhh... uuuuUUUUUHHHHH..." The neko boy lost control and dry cummed into Clint's incredible mouth. Rex hadn't had this much fun in ages. Even back when he'd been in boarding school in England, it had really just been him and his friend Marco servicing some horny upperclassmen. There hadn't been nearly this much wanton sexual freedom. It was like a dream come true - a place where the rules of society were told to fuck right off. Hearing the QB go all potty-mouthed just made the punker grin. Scott was one of those soft goody-goods who never had a mean thing to say about anyone, so hearing him pretend to be tough was freaking hilarious. "Not too rough, is it?" Rex whispered into Ryder's ear. There was no desire to hurt the blond butt pirate, but Rex did have a rep to maintain so he didn't want to announce to the room that he was being all sensitive. "Nah, it's good..." Ryder panted. "So good." For some reason, Rex's eyes kept wandering back to Santi. The hot little Latinx was always so reserved and polite. It was wicked to see him cut loose with two dicks stuffed up his arse. Well, one and a half, anyway... The expression of bliss on the guy's face made him look beautiful, really. It was very different from the look of utter exasperation. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh... B-Big... Russell... This is transcen...dent." Santi had fallen into a splendid rhythm with the thick rod and thinner nub penetrating deep within, stimulating both his sensitive prostate and equally sensitive anal ring. "You feel wonderful, Santi," gasped Russell. "My sweet pepper," panted Kent. "I'm about to have un orgasmo." "Yo tambien." "A huevo!" Reaching the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, Santi cried out as syncopated jets and squirts pumped up into his stretched-out channel. The sensation left the youth breathless. He looked down at the lazy grins of both Kent and Russell. "That was beautiful, I l-loved it." Santi enjoyed his surprise aftershocks even while the grunting and moaning of the other Brothers continued on and around the bed. ***** Kent beamed at kitty boy sitting at his kitchen table on the Saturday following the previous night's birthday party orgy. Most afternoons, Mrs. Bautista dropped her son off at the teacher's house so she could get to her job. The woman had offered to reimburse Kent, but of course he declined. Having her pay him to debauch her son was a level of perverseness he would not stoop to. Emilio looked up at him through his shaggy bangs, caramel eyes filled with hope and a dash of pleading. He didn't speak, though, just sipped his juice box and waited patiently. Unlike Ryder, the tyke did not push boundaries. Whether that was because of his good manners or because he was afraid of being sent away from his newly discovered sexual nirvana, Kent had no idea. "All right, so that's all of your homework done?" the man asked, nodding to the tablet that kitty boy had been working on. Silently, Em nodded, slurping noisily on the juice box. "And you're very sure about this? You know you don't have to, just because the other boys do it." The 10-year-old nodded again, biting his lower lip. "All right then, kitty boy... Then come sit in my lap and let me kiss you." The kid's eyes flashed with excitement at the idea that he was finally - FINALLY - getting what he'd been asking for. It reminded Kent so much of his Little and that first night of intimacy that he couldn't help but grin. The slender youth settled in his lap and was cuddled in his big, strong arms while they made out. "I do want it," Em whispered as his clothes were seductively removed. "I do... I want it with you..." "I want to be your first, kitty boy. You're gorgeous and sweet and I want to give you the best first time in the world. I just needed to be sure you were ready." Once down to his tight little briefs, Em gave him a playful smirk. "I am... If you can catch me!" The little scamp giggled and darted off, with Kent in hot pursuit. Em got into full kitty mode, leaping off the furniture and scurrying about across the floor. He ducked under the kitchen table. Made another run for a couch. Darted into the bedroom. "Wait, wait, timeout, timeout!" Em shouted. He raised his hands and Kent respectfully froze in place. Grinning and giggling, the half-Asian boy dug out his kitty ears and secured them to the top of his head. "Meow!" Sneakily, Em dove underneath Big's grabbing hands and loped back into the den. It was common knowledge that Kent had been a college wrestler and the proof was in how quickly he was able to reach out. But Em was also aware Big made sure the Brother was able to fully enjoy himself, and so the chase around the house was stretched out. "Come back here, kitty boy," Kent growled in a friendly voice. "Meow!" Em giggled, pouncing onto the arm of a sofa. Pretending to lick his paw. Just as the pursuer lunged in his direction, Em was off like a shot. The apartment wasn't that large, yet and still the boy made the most of it. Kent was careful not to play too rough or catch the kid too fast. Sort of like wrestling with Ryder - it was important to make it a competition, but it still had to be fair. Kitty boy kept out of reach from room to room. At one point, he pivoted too quickly on one of the rugs, which slid out from under him. Before the boy could crash to the ground, Kent caught him up in his arms. "Meow!" the cute neko complained as the teacher tossed him over one shoulder. "Nope, I got you now," Kent said. "All mine, kitty boy." "Fffft!" The well-built man laughed and carried the child to the bedroom where he finished stripping him. Then he pinned Em to the mattress and started kissing him all over. Kent saw the joy radiating from the panting, grinning boy. Em loved how Big allowed him to be a kitty. The first few days the tween had been embarrassed to admit to his feline desires, but their gay mentor had made him feel so comfortable in his own fur. Turning back, Em asked with a soft whisper, "Could you claw my back like kitties do when they fuck?" The man's nails lightly scratched down the boy's back. "Fffffffffft..." "Kitty boy likes this?" The heavy club brushed between Em's bare cheeks, and he knew Big's lubed-up erection was teasing around the loosened starfish. Em was delirious from the contact, and the knowledge of being the next Brother to be devirginated. "Ooohhhh, mmmmmeeeeoowwwwwwwwww..." Kent heard the preteen's intake of breath as he slid an inch inside. There'd been a time when it didn't seem possible he'd be with a boy like this, yet here he was once more taking a sweet youth's virginity. With practiced ease, Kent worked his way into the tight little hole, pausing at intervals to let kitty boy adjust. "Remember, you always get to say stop," the penetrator said. "This isn't something every boy enjoys." "Ooooo.... No.... I think.... Meow! I think I like it!" Kent stroked his hands over the bottom's slender back and shifted his weight to push the last couple of inches inside. The vice-like tightness, contrasted with the velvety softness of Em's love tunnel, were blissful sensations that the teacher took his time to enjoy. As much as the cherry- popping was a pivotal moment in his boys' lives, it was also very important to the man. He always wanted to remember the first time with each of them, because it was such a precious gift. The kittiness evaporated from Em as his boyishness got caught up in the bond with the handsome, strong, gentle mentor. "Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmmm..." "Kitty boy good?" "Ooohh, yes... J-Just a little-" "-slower?" "P-Please." Em had heard from the other Brothers about Kent's magical abilities to sense what a boy needed. The cock buried in his bum rocked more delicately and the sensation NEARLY made the tween cum. Yet... it WAS a cum. Yet NOT. More like a cum stretched out. "How's my lover boy?" "Ooooohhhh, Big... Th-This is s-so right... I'm ready... for more... NnnnNNNNNHHH..." Kent was in no hurry. He simply enjoyed the feeling of being inside Em and hearing the high- pitched sighs of ecstasy. Impaled on the thick hard-on, the slim kid squirmed and wriggled with all the sensations overtaking him. "That's my good boy." The jock gently thrust back and forth, letting Em savor every inch as it passed in and out of his ass. Sparks flew across Kent's nerves as well, the intensity of the pleasure making it hard to keep from cumming. But he wanted this to last, and he was an old hand now at holding back his climax. Dreamy eyed, readjusting his cat ears, Em turned back to look at Kent. Big asked, "Faster?" Em grinned and nodded. "Meow..." The shaft thrust more vigorously into the neko, making the orgasmic sensation even stronger. Em dug his claws into the sheets. "Oooohhh, Em, you gorgeous kitty boy." "Mmmmmmmeeeeeeeooowwwwww..." The 10-year-old supposed he'd experienced over a dozen rolling climaxes... and now the build was even more intense and his boydick stiffened. "Gonna give my kitty boy his cream." "P-Please, yes, t-take my v-virginity." Kent moaned as he fucked his seed right into the sweet young thing in his bed. For a moment, he just stayed in place, enjoying the aftermath, coming down from the high. Then, slowly and carefully, he withdrew from Em's tight little hole. Cuddling the tyke in his arms, he basked in the afterglow. "Was it... Was I good?" Em asked quietly. "Oh, kitty boy, you were fantastic. It seemed like you enjoyed it too." Em made a purring sound. "It was so lovely. The feelings were all... all WOOSHY! Like really big and then smaller and then HUGE. It was like being on a carnival ride! Thanks, Kent!" "No, thank you for sharing your special moment with me, lover boy." Squeezing tight, Kent planted tender kisses to let the kid know how much he was cared for. As thrilled as Em was in the aftermath, it was still important to make sure he knew how wonderful he was. Kent never wanted any of his boys to think they were being taken for granted.