Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2023 07:57:45 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 23 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 23 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. ********** "Chug! Chug! Chug!" It was still surprising how much the Brothers loved this game they'd invented. Of course, it was fun for Kent MacTiernan too, but in a very different way. Having the guys compete over who was the best at swallowing all his come was unbelievably sexy. "Got some jizz on your chin, choir boy," Rex mentioned to Russell, who had been the pace boy. Kent didn't laugh along with the others, but he did smile at the blushing, straight-laced blond who was licking his face clean. It had been a hot BJ, albeit a messy one. Droplets also clung to string bean's chest, which Em lapped up. "Chug! Chug! Chug!" the boys chanted. Scott got down on his knees and worked the man's cock over, up and down, slurping noisily. It took a lot of willpower from Kent to not thrust up into those sweet lips of the 13-year-old athlete. With a groaning sigh, he let the most popular boy at his school do all the work. Before long, fidget managed to get Kent to shoot heavy blasts of sperm into his mouth. Scott St. James totally got the timing wrong, releasing coach's spigot too soon and getting a facial from a delayed sploosh. Right pronto all the Brothers were shouting a grade of "C+!" "Shyeah, I deserved that," went Scott as the boys in the featherweight division all practically tackled his cheeks with their tongues. "Totally forgot triple gushers can be as spoogey as the first gusher!" The afternoon had actually started with wrestling lessons, so all the boys were naked, but to unwind the lightweights had agreed to a chugging contest. Which was only possible 'cause coach hadn't shot any loads the whole entire day. The featherweights - the smaller dudes - had had their own contest last week and now it was the lightweights again with the bigger dudes - Scott, Brandon and Rex. The old rules stated the pace boy had to be from the other weight division. But with Em now part of the Brotherhood that all got changed. So Russ from the same group of lightweights was the one to make it fair by relieving the shredded jock of his mega-blasty first spooge. "Twin" Welsh bro Brandon said in a fake scold, "It's not 'triple GUSHER,' bro, it's 'triple GUSH.' How many times I gotta tell ya, it's 'gusher' and 'triple gush.'" "Ya-no, it just sounds too much the same." "One's the gusher and the others are the gush, 'cause the next three of Big's cums are ALMOST as powerful as his gusher." "It'd just be more easy to say 'triple' instead of trying to remember 'gusher' and "triple gush.'" Then his boyfriend Clint, after licking a splotch of man milk off the teen's face, was all, "Scott's right, plus we could say the word 'triple' anytime and no one else in town would know what we're talking about, 'cause we don't grade the gusher and we could talk about scores for a triple and they'd think we were just talking about baseball or something, so even though it was a mistake, maybe it was a good mistake and we should say it the way my boyfriend says it." Kent sat back, recharging, as Brandon and Scott negotiated the terminology. "Well, it does sound like a baseball term," short stack conceded. "It is?" fidget asked. "Ya, you darn football jock, don't you know anything about baseball?" "Nah, never much cared." And then the blond quarterback laughed. "Ya-no, just messin' with ya." "Jerk," the dark-haired pitcher said with a mock-glare. "Speaking of, you're up at bat!" Ryder giggled at his fiance. Short stack kissed doofus. "Guess I am." The cocky youth squatting on the floor looked up with a smirk and Kent grinned back. Because of the game, the two of them weren't playing their usual roles where short stack begged the man to use him like a cheap slut. That didn't make it any less wonderful when the 12-year-old opened wide and took him into his throat. "Damn, that feels amazing..." Short stack hummed happily and started bobbing up and down to get his own share of Kent's ball juice. Santiago Ortiz joined in the chant alongside the other Brothers. "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The Latinx boy had even participated in the wrestling training, partly because it had afforded him the opportunity to confer with Brander - power couple Brandon and Ryder - about their upcoming ceremony. As the wedding planner, Santi had more inspirations on the decor which he had to run by the groom and groomlet. About three-quarters of his newest ideas had been rejected, which Santi still took as a win, since this was an occupational hazard and not at all personal. "Oh! About your boutonniŠres..." Santi said in private to Ryder, while Brandon bobbed up and down on Big's raging erection. "What are those again?" Ryder asked. "The flowers in your buttonhole." Rex smirked, "I've got something much better to put in your buttonhole, mate." With an exasperated sigh, Santi said, "Anyway, what about a red rose instead of white to signify the passion you feel for one another?" "Plus," Rex interjected, "you've been sullied by our Kent, my lad, so no white wedding for you." "That sounds perfect, Santi," smiled Ryder, thankfully ignoring the comments from the peanut gallery. "Wonderful, wonderful. Em and I will work on the design of the boutonniŠres and show it to you in a few days." Soon the Brothers were all whooping and calling out "B!" to the groom. "That was a B+," Brandon protested, as he wiped some ejaculate off his bottom lip. But even Santi stuck to his original grade of "B." Kent sat there, panting heavily. He had to agree, that was B+ fellatio easily. Brandon might be a top by nature, but he sure knew how to suck a guy off. Just as the man was about to get up to fetch some water, Emilio snuggled in close and handed him a full glass. "Thanks, kitty boy." Kent gave the youngster a kiss. Aside, probably thinking he was out of hearing range, short stack said in a quiet voice, "Santi, my dude, I adore ya an' I'm thankful for all you're doin'..." "Que? That sounds like there's a 'but' coming..." "Well, just... Big's payin' for all this, y'know? Let's not be misresponsible, ok? I mean, I was lookin' up some of the prices of these things an'..." The groom shrugged. "It's just a lot." "Oh... I didn't realize..." Kent cleared his throat. "You guys needn't worry about it. I got a good return check from the IRS. You're fine. Keep doing what you're doing, sweet pepper." "You sure, coach?" short stack asked. "Yes, don't worry about it." Rex Jameson came over, cracking his knuckles. "Man, I have never worked so hard for a fooking A in my life. But I think tonight's the night!" The skinny punk with the bright-colored hair knelt on the floor. Hands behind his back, he took Kent's tool between his lips and started to suck. "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" the Brothers called out, which never failed to amuse the fuck out of the rebel. Bobbing on the dishy man, Rex was hit by the realization he had found his people. Sure, they liked different things, but at the end of the day, they were his mates and that felt weirdly good. The blond American footballer sounded like he was pushing for a vote on renaming what Rex was currently working on. Even he himself paused to vote for "triple" and with majority rule it passed. Not to be outdone, the other meathead, Brandon, argued that since they were leaning into baseball, the fifth come - currently named the "regular" - should be renamed the "single." Rex participated in the democratic process while working toward receiving a triple and, again, the vote passed. "Shyeah, then it's agreed," announced Scott. "Big's six comes are called gusher, triple, single..." "...and top-up," Brandon snickered. "Still can't say that one with a straight face." "You have a STRAIGHT face?" asked Em. Even Rex turned aside with the others to make sure the Filipino-Brit was actually taking the piss. And he was! The Brothers laughed and gently patted the newest lad on the back while Rex returned to deliver a disappointing "B-" of a knob job. Which meant Brandon was the winner of the chugging contest and had the power to pair up everyone for the orgy. "All right, so, let's see..." Brandon rubbed his hands together and looked around. "Scott, you're gonna do Em while the kid sucks off my lil bro." "Hot," Scott commented. "Russ, how about doing my fiance in the backdoor while I give him head?" The Mormon boy blushed. "Sure." Brandon snickered. "That just leaves Rex and Santi. I'll let you two work out how you want to do it." "Oh, I've got a wicked idea," Rex said with a big smile. "Madre de dios," Santi sighed. "I'll go pick up thumper," Mac informed the boys. "I'd tell you all to behave, but what would be the point? Fidget, since you're the oldest, you're in charge until I get back." "Sure thing, coach!" Scott exclaimed. Ryder Strauss suggested a quick shower first, since both Brandon and Russell had played catch before the wrestling matches, so the trio jumped into the tub and soaped one another up. Jocks being jocks, the ball players were already toweled dry by the time Ryder was rinsing off. The duo went on ahead and told the blond gradeschooler not to be too long. But just as Ryder was about to head to Kent's bedroom, he heard dance music and, of course, curiosity drove him to tiptoe over toward the den. He couldn't believe his eyes! Rex was fully clothed and gyrating his hips like a stripper. The U.K. 12-year-old was performing for the blushing Hispanic 12-year-old seated on a couch. "Te gusta lo que has visto hasta ahora, Santi?" "U-Uh, si." Gosh Almighty, this punker could really dance. He was so full of surprises. Was there nothing he couldn't do? It made Ryder hard watching the sexy moves, as clothing got peeled off one at a time. The thought crossed his mind to start jacking it, but that seemed like it might be crossing the line. Plus, he didn't want to spoil the bachelor party by watching the whole preshow. Smiling, Ryder snuck back to the bedroom where Russell's pecker was lubed and Brandon's mouth was open. Kent listened to Jacob talk excitedly about how the school play at his private school was really coming together, how seeing the sets getting built made it all so much more real and how it made him so proud when he heard the director compliment his work. The boy only paused when Kent pulled into the parking lot of a park a few blocks from the apartment. "What's up, Special K?" Jacob asked. The gym teacher smiled at him. "Well, I realized we don't get a lot of one-on-one time, so I thought we'd shoot some hoops. I mean, if you're game." Jacob's face lit up. "Serious?" Off Kent's nod, he said, "Oh, I am game! Absolutely!" They headed over to an empty court and the man bounced the ball over to the Black middleschooler. Effortlessly, Jacob swiped and dribbled it over to the basket, leaped and sent a perfect shot right through the net. "It's awesome how great things are going for you with the school play," Kent said, snatching the ball and bounding out of the youth's reach. "It's like, I dunno... Is it weird to say it feels like I found myself?" "No, thumper, not weird at all. I'm happy to hear it." Kent slipped around the slim player to make his shot. "Every time I get on that stage, it feels like... like sinking a perfect three-pointer." They danced and dodged around each other on the court. Kent wasn't great at basketball, and it was clear thumper definitely was, but he managed to hold his own. And it was all just for fun, anyway. "You thought about asking your mom to come see you opening night?" Jacob Reynolds dribbled the ball toward the basket - muscle memory keeping him focused on the game - as he spoke. "Scott's been pestering me to get it over with, says the longer I put it off the more of a big deal it'll become. He's right, I know he's right, but I'm just not there yet." Jacob felt like a hypocrite. Telling his buddy it was no big deal to be gay, and here he was scared of "coming out" to his ma about wanting to be an actor. But that's what happened between friends sometimes... Do as I say, ya fuckin' knob, not as I do. Weirdly, it was easier to think and talk about this problem while engaged in the sport Jacob was considering demoting to a hobby rather than a profession. Perhaps this was the same strategy Big employed with Scott when the coach tossed a football at his bud to calm him down and get him out of his rut. "What're you thinking about, thumper?" Dammmmmnnn, nothing seemed to escape Special K's notice. If he hadn't ended up a phys. ed. instructor he would've been an awesome counselor. Which, come to think of it, was probably half a teacher's job anyway. "That I hope I don't fuck up my lines." "Thumper..." Can't pull the wool over Special K's eyes, no sirree. "That you're probably gonna find a way to convince me to invite my mom to the play sooner than later." "Well, that's my plan," Kent said, swiping the ball away when the boy got distracted. "But it's only going to happen if you want. It's your decision." Jacob blocked the athlete's shot. "Yeah? So if I say I don't want to, that'd be the end of it?" "Absolutely. Is that what you want?" The tall Black eighth grader frowned. "I dunno... I guess not." They played some more, slipping past each other up and down the court. Kent had brought thumper here to talk, but it was also about having fun. Just like he did with Ryder as the boy's Big, combining play and important talks was sometimes the best course of action. "What if she gets mad? What if she tells me I have to stop? Because I got people counting on me." "Well, I think the best idea is to not drop everything on her at once. Tell her about the play, ask her to come to opening night. Once she's seen you do your thing, then you can see how she feels. Leave the conversation about being an actor for later when you grow up." "Yeah?" "I think so. And I can be there for you. She might take it better if I help you explain things." Jacob won their game of hoops, or at least he knew he played well even if the man probably let him win. As they were about to enter Big's apartment, the youth was stopped at the door. Kent warned, "I hope you don't mind what you're about to see." Jacob smirked and replied under his breath, "What, you got an orgy going in there or something?" The door was thrown open and there in the den stood all the Brothers dressed in just their jerseys. "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" Disoriented, Jacob froze and had to be ushered in. Suddenly he was aware of the party decorations - meticulously done, obviously Santi's work - and the food and drinks. "Ooooooohhhh, man, I shoulda known! I shoulda KNOWN!" Bracing himself, Jacob endured his bud leaping into the air and hanging off of him. "Haaaaaaaa!" Scott whooped. "We got ya!" "You sure did! Mind gettin' your junk off me, I can feel it through that thin fabric." Kent grinned at the sight of all the Brothers in their jerseys. Beyond how raunchy and hot it was, he adored how it made it clear they were all on the same team. Of course, the door had to be closed quickly since almost none of his boys was decent. Fidget and short stack's cocks could clearly be seen hanging below the hem of their shirts, and the others showed off their hairless sacks. Only big mouth and kitty boy were totally covered. "Hey, thumper, we've got something for you," Kent said and reached into the hallway closet. The newly-13-year-old took the small gift bag and dug through the crinkly paper until he found his very own jersey. Pulling it out, he grinned from ear to ear. "Awww, yeah! I'm totally part of the club now!" Thumper shed his tee shirt and slipped on the blue and yellow jersey with his nickname stamped on the back. Looking happy as could be, like he'd won a big prize. "Aww, heck, why not? I ain't going native but..." The tween slipped his nylon shorts off, leaving him in just boxers beneath the loose-fitting jersey. He gave Kent a high-five and then a fistbump to Scott and let himself get dragged off to see what other presents the boys had gotten for him. Kent whispered to fidget, "Thanks for ordering the extra jerseys for the new guys." "Ya-no, it's nothin', coach. I told'ja that." Brandon Welsh was on a bit of a mission at the party. It was something he'd been meaning to do for a while but the right opportunity never seemed to present itself. But now him and Jacob were in the kitchen alone together while most everybody was in the den. "Hey, so Jake, my dude..." he began while pouring himself a soda and offering to refill his Brother's glass. "What's up?" "I wanted ta clear the air 'bout somethin'." "Shoot." "Well... We got this Welsh brother thing goin' on. An' you don't know this, but I got pretty steamed at Russell's big bros for stealin' Dixon, 'cause my kid bro was always at their house. I guess I just wanted ta say I'm not tryin' ta steal Scott away from you. That I'm not, y'know, purposely leavin' you out or nothin'. It just sorta happened, like in this way we never even planned, an' I hope you don't feel we're disrespectin' ya." "Hehe, like you could ever steal my brother from a whiter mother." "Phew, dude. Ya? So we're good?" "It's solid state of you to consider my feelings. But Scott explained what it's about and, trust, you got nothing to worry about." Brandon returned the offered fistbump. "Thanks, Jake. Hey, you know I invented 'solid state'?" "For real?" "First I meant it as gettin' fit, but people started usin' it an' it kinda changed to 'awesome' or 'cool.'" Suddenly, the buzzer rang. Pizza guy was here. Coach had left money in case they delivered early while he grabbed a shower. Rex and Santi had joined him since they didn't have sex but had instead started decorating for the party while the orgy was happening. Brandon imagined the jock right now was finishing fucking their brains out with his newly renamed single and his final cum the top-up. Clint Welsh ran into the kitchen. "Pizza!" Brandon said, "You gotta go answer the door an' pay for it." "Why....?" Clint pouted, though mindful not to argue in front of Jacob. "'Cause I said so, dweeb!" Grumbling, the dark-haired 10-year-old grabbed the money and went to the door. A fit college guy with a nametag that read "Zack" stood there with a pile of pizzas. "Hey, little dude. Cool shirt!" "Thanks!" Clint said with a beaming smile. He handed over the money. The guy passed him the pizzas. "Big party tonight, huh?" "Yeah, it's my Br- friend's birthday party. We surprised him! He didn't know we knew about his birthday, but of course his best friend told me and I told my brother we had to do a big bash for him, 'cause our parties are the best, and anyway, it wasn't like he had anything else going on, and we have the best time-" "Runt, stop bothering the pizza boy!" Brandon called from the kitchen. "Ooops," Clint said with an abashed smile. "No worries, little dude, you have a great party." Clint closed the door with one foot and then carried the load of boxes in the direction of the kitchen. As soon as the boys all smelled the food, they followed him to where Brandon and Ryder were getting out the paper plates and napkins. Then, like a pack of ravenous wolves with their prey, the Brothers set upon the food and tore off slices. Russell Young had to keep himself from smiling at this jersey group. The male behavior in the den was the kind exhibited by his older brothers in his Mormon household and usually it made him retreat emotionally, but in the Brotherhood it was different. "This what'cha gotta endure at your place?" It was Jacob sitting on the arm of the couch and offering him a plate with a couple slices. Grateful, Russell accepted the kind gesture and partook of the meal. "Thanks, Jacob. I suppose so, but... It's funny you bring it up, I was actually just thinking about that very thing right now. At our house I feel overwhelmed by such behavior. But here it's..." "...playful?" "Yes! Yes, that's it, exactly. I was reading an article about how gay guys, when they get together, there's a.... How did they put it? They tend to camp it up. To see who can outcamp the other." "Camp?" "Um... It means, um... to act outrageous, but in a knowing way." "Oh! Kind of like acting." "That's right. They act the part, yet are aware of it." Russell dove into an intense conversation with Jacob on the topic, with the type of quiet intensity he sometimes experienced with Santi. The world around the two of them vanished for several minutes and Russell was impressed by the intuitiveness of Scott's best friend. Moments before Kent appeared with the cake and everyone sang the birthday song, Russell hoped Jacob had found his place within the Brotherhood, just as he himself had last October at his own party. ***** "Go, Brandon!" Ryder hollered from the bleachers. Kent was aware the pitcher hadn't acknowledged his fiance's cheering - short stack was all focus in that moment, staring the batter down. The coach never failed to be impressed by how the gregarious kid could completely quiet his mind and turn all of his attention on his job when on the mound. It was too early yet to know if Brandon had what it took to make it to the majors, but he was certainly off to a good start. The dark-haired tween glanced over at the runner on first, Kirby, who was edging closer and closer to second. Cool as a cucumber, Brandon let the boy get as far from the base as he dared and then whirled and sent the ball right into Russell's glove. Kirby barely made it back to first in time. It was the inaugural game of the season, and so far the Sharks were up by three, but it was only the fourth inning. They had a long ways to go yet. Emilio Bautista glanced around nervously from the bleachers. This was the first baseball game he'd ever attended and though Santi had provided a sign for him to hold up in support of the Sharks hometown team it was but a mild distraction from the social anxiety of being around a loud cheering crowd. Ryder leaned in. "Hey, Em, we're breaking out the bottles of water. You want one?" "Ok, thank you." Grateful, the brown-skinned 10-year-old took a sip. Ryder patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, the game was a little too much for me at first. But it actually can be fun." "Brandon most certainly looks like a professional baseball pitcher." "He wants to, like, play in the majors. That's what they're called." "I'll bet he'll get on a team." "Yup, I feel the same. He's real committed and practices tons. Me, I wanna be a wrestler." "You're very good. Thank you for taking it easy on me during the lessons." "You're just learning, it'll get more easier, don't worry. Think you'll want to continue with it?" "I enjoy the physicality. The moves are sometimes balletic. That appeals to me, but I'm not sure I'm meant for the mat like you." "Maybe there's something else you're, like, meant for. Yeah, Brandon! He struck out another batter." Enlivened, Em raised his sign and jiggled it in the air. "Yeah, Brandon!" "Gosh Almighty. We'll make a baseball fan of you yet. Hee." Rex couldn't make heads or tales of baseball. Yanks were nuts for liking the game, as far as he was concerned. Not that the punk boy thought much of any sport, really. Or teams. Or school spirit. He could come up with a dozen different things he'd rather be doing; plastering "God is a lie" bumper stickers on the cars of local Bible thumpers, sucking Kent's prick, putting itching powder in the jocks of the homophobes on the team, getting bent over and rogered but good by Kent, leaving illicit magazines in the library to give the uptight librarian a heart attack... But no, he was here, with the Brothers, and it was... pretty ok. Not that his attention was focused on whatever the fuck was happening on the field. He was just lounging back and throwing idle glares at anyone who said crap about Em. One look from the punk boy and the fuckwits lost interest in whatever joke they were making. Which was smart of them, or else Rex would have to make them taste his Doc Martens. "Woohoo! Russell!" Santi cheered when the blond boy got up to bat. "Bring it home, Russ!" Scott called. "Hit it out of the park!" Clint added. "Make 'em eat your stick, kiddo!" Rex put in with a toothy smile. Sure enough, he got a look from Kent. That made the whole ordeal of this school event worthwhile for the young rebel. Russell was always nervous stepping up to the plate, though it wasn't something he experienced as the first baseman. Partly because all eyes were on the batter, less so on the other players. But he was able to relax during the windup and pitch after receiving a boost of confidence from his friends. CRACK! No balls, no strikes... Instinctively Russell knew it was a home run. The cheering in the stands confirmed it. By now he didn't have to be told to run, despite coach calling out to him with an encouraging "You got this, Russell!" The blond 12-year-old circled the bases and reached home plate before the infielder had even thrown the ball to the pitcher. Suddenly Russell was surrounded by his teammates - praise, pats on the back, hugs, ruffling of the hair. "Yeah, Russell!" a teen called out from the stands, loud and clear and familiar. It was his older brother Theo who'd come to most of the practices and had made it for the game. Russell wanted to call out his thanks like a good Mormon boy, putting family first, but Theo faded from his mind and was replaced by his cheering Brothers. Their pride and support were much more important. "Russell! Russell!" Theo cried out. "Atta boy, bro!" In that moment Russell was struck by the realization that Theo was Russell himself when it came to the second youngest brother trying to find his place in the Young family. Russell wasn't trying to make his flesh and blood feel invisible, but just like his older brothers who ignored his existence, Russell couldn't help but focus on his REAL family of Brothers. He waved in their direction. Such an act would have had the old Russell wracked with guilt, but all those negative feelings just weren't part of the new Russell who, like a weather vane, turned in the direction of where the wind blew. It got him doing something he'd been doing more and more since joining the Brotherhood... Russell Young smiled. ***** "Leggo!" went Dixon, struggling uselessly. "Nope, bad boys gotta learn to behave," Scott said, keeping the preteen pinned under one leg. "But I don't WANNA watch this dumb show!" "Don't insult the art, runt," Brandon said, munching on popcorn. Dixon sighed and quit fussing, letting Scott concentrate on the hotness on the TV. Clint was snuggled up under the jock's arm. Brandon and Ryder were being all couply on the floor. Rex was on the floor too, totally glued to the screen. BEACH BALL's ratings had been going down (his boyfriend Clint had explained) and the show was doing every trick they could think of to keep people watching. They'd killed off one major character already, gave another one a drug problem and even brung in a twin of one of the girls. This week was supposed to be a major whoa! and the internet was full of rumors about what it'd be. Most people figured Antonio's character was gonna wind up with a pregnant girlfriend, but some thought it might be him coming out as bi. No duh, the Brothers were all hoping for the second one. So when Antonio's character leaned in and kissed his best friend Hobbs, the room went nutso with excitement. Brandon was all, "Oh man! They DID it!" Ryder complained, "Gosh Almighty, why isn't Santi here? He'd die right on the spot." "Still planning your wedding, yo," went Rex. "But I wager he's transfixed by the screen anyway." Scott was already on the phone to Santi. "Ya-no, 'course we watched! Can ya believe it! Dang, there's gotta be a hundred screencaps of that scene on the internet already!" Ryder exchanged looks with his fiance like "whoa, can you believe it?!" Both were excited by what they were able to show on BEACH BALL now that Antonio Cruz had won an Academy Award. But the look was also about "whoa, can you believe we're gonna actually get married?!" Last night the Sharks won their game, so Kent had taken the whole baseball team out to celebrate and then afterward it was just Big-Little time with a sleepover. Saturday night everybody was all supposed to have a viewing party, but Brandon's mom (well, Ryder's future mother-in-law) had to take an extra shift and that meant Dixon needed babysitting. So they'd decided to turn it into a Welsh bro night (plus Rex who volunteered to help out Scott with his thing for threesomes). As for the other Brothers, Santi had said he could use the time for more planning with the wedding which was only two weeks away - March 20, first day of spring. Him, Kent, Em and Russell were all working on that tonight but had paused, of course, to watch the show. Hudson gushed on the tablet propped up on the sofa, "This is the greatest thing ever!" Ryder picked him up, squeeing, "It's, like, more sexier than what Antonio did in DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT!" Right behind Hudson was Derrick II who said in a deep voice, "I totally respect the dude for taking risks like that." It was easy for Ryder to see the two were almost like brothers, even though Derrick II wasn't his bestie's real brother but a friend of Hudson's big bro with the original name Derrick. But Hudson had told Ryder that Derrick II was the perfect "bossy gay big bro" who Hudson was happy to blow and give his ass up to. Plus, the frat dude always went around without a shirt, so he was total eye candy during their video conferences. "Yeah," Ryder nodded. "It was all kinda hinty in his movie, but now it's, like, way more super obvious." They all had a view of Dixon trapped under Scott's leg. "Um, big bro," said the seven-year-old Welsh kid bro, "Christian's coming over for a sleepover soon so can I go get my room ready, please?" Ryder couldn't believe the change in Dixon, who used to be such a mouthy brat. But the boy kinda reminded him of Antonio Cruz in that Mexican movie where he tried to act brave but you could also see he was kinda scared a teeny bit. Dixon was exactly like that, 'cause he was intimidated by the footballer, so he was more like a little kid asking for permission and stuff. "Ya-no, guess you been a good boy," Scott said in a fake grudging voice and released his prisoner. "You're free ta go, Dix." That made Brandon totally perk up with a mischievous smile. "Did you just call him 'Dix'?" "Yup, that's his name now." "Later, Dix!" With a pouty face, Dixon - well, Dix now - went off to his room, but there was also kind of a smile too, like he liked it but didn't want to admit it. Clint still couldn't see what the big deal was about Antonio Cruz and his show. The guy was hot, but not as hot as Kent, and no way was he cooler than Clint's lover Scott. But he had to admit that seeing the guys kiss on the TV got him all excited. Once Scott was off the phone, Clint took his boyfriend by the hand to his room. Brandon cheered, "Give it to him good, Scott!" The quarterback smirked. "Maybe I'll give it to YOU instead, little bro. But right now, it's boyfriends time." Clint closed the door to his room and then told his lover to get full naked, 'cause he had an idea. Sweet and trusting, Scott did as he was told and the youngster couldn't help but ogle. Sure, his studly teen lover didn't have Kent's muscles, but only 'cause he was younger. It was obvious he would be as big as their mentor when he grew up. "Mmk, so I got a book that's for easy reading from the library. You're gonna read it, and every time you make it through a sentence, I'm gonna reward you." Scott smiled at the boy's eager expression. "Man, why can't school be this much fun?" The blond jock sat on the bed and took out the book. After all the work the couple had already done, the eighth grader was able to haltingly stumble through the words on the page and every time he finished a sentence, his jawbreaker got a long, sensuous lick from the fifth grader. Clint was super proud of his boyfriend and proud of himself, too, for thinking up a good way to do the teaching. By the time they were a few pages in, Scott was leaking pineapple juice like a broken pipe. Clint grinned then sauntered over to the door and popped it open a bit. "Rex! Come on in, he's ready." The English guy looked up from the screen where Hudson was getting plowed by Derrick II. He walked into the bedroom sporting a tent. After stripping down, he dragged Scott over to the bed and laid him out flat. "Cool kink ya have, mate," Rex said and swallowed his brother-boyfriend's licorice to the root. Clint snickered and wriggled his way into place, sucking on Rex's jawbreaker while Scott opened up and swallowed his little noodle. ***** The next Saturday night was the bachelor party for Brandon and his groomlet and it was solid state! Both fiances were impressed by what Santi had come up with. All the Brothers were in attendance - Scott, Clint, Russ, Rex, Em, onscreen Hud! Even Jacob planned to stick around for the whole evening and insisted nothing be toned down for his sake. Which turned out be a good thing, on account Santi had actually arranged games like strip poker, naked Twister, and even ring toss on the bachelors' boners! Rex laid down his hand. "Full house beats three of a kind. Lose the panties, Sir Russell." Em flicked the spinner and turned to Scott who was hovering over Clint. "Left foot - blue." Ryder tossed a ring which rebounded off Brandon's knob. "Oh! Almost!" For real, everybody was as shocked as Brandon that it was Santi who thunk all this naughty stuff up! There was tamer activities like nerf gunfights and shooting hoops and video game contests. But right now they were in the middle of Truth or Dare. The Latinx boy had even passed out chocolate cigars so they could all pretend to smoke 'em. 'Course, Rex was doing something to his that made even Jacob crack up. "C'mon," griped Brandon, "everybody's been chickenin' out with Truths." Santi sounded even a tiny bit macho when he said, "That's right, Brandon, I thought we had devirginated men here, not little boys." Rex said, fellating his cigar with a big smile, "Oh, like my story of me and the rugby team didn't turn your crank, mate." "Yeah, that was something, all right," Ryder smiled, eyes bright. "Fine, I'll take a dare," Scott said. "Solid state!" Brandon cheered. "Ok, go to the balcony doors and moon the neighbors." Kent laughed at the juvenile dare. It was typical short stack. The teacher didn't worry about his neighbors seeing anything, given how late it was. And the boys were having fun, so he saw no reason to rein them in. "That all ya got?" fidget challenged, heading over to the sliding glass doors. "Man, Jacob can tell you stories 'bout summer camp sometime." "Those stories are the ones we take to our graves, bro," thumper laughed. Since they were all in their Brotherhood uniforms at the moment, it was a simple matter of fidget lifting his jersey up and pressing his butt against the glass. The room cheered and he came on back. Kent petted kitty boy's hair while the Brothers jostled each other. God, he loved his boys. They weren't perfect and they definitely weren't angels, but they were GOOD. For all the things they'd been through, all the things they'd been denied, each of them had a wonderful heart. Times like this, where they were all just having fun, showed how deep the bonds of the Brotherhood went. Jacob was up next. "Dare." The whole room went "whooooooooaaaaaaaa!" But it didn't faze him in the least and with his best boastful face he declared: "Bring it on." "Shyeah, ok," said his bud. "I dare ya to... kiss..." The room practically raised the roof with another "whooooooooaaaaaaaa!" Brandon laughed, "Now this is gettin' more interesting." Then Scott said, "...my younger bro." "Me?" asked Hudson on the tablet. "Me?" asked Clint. "Nooooooope. Brandon." Dude's eyes went buggy. "Wait a minute!" "Oh," Scott mocked, "who's the chicken now? Bok bok bok b-o-o-o-o-o-o-k..." "Fine!" Brandon said in defiance. He gave Jacob a peck on the cheek. But all the Brothers protested and mocked the groom for his cowardice. "Fine!" Brandon said again. "Ready?" Jacob shrugged and offered matter of factly, "I said dare." Then the guy's lips were on Jacob's and the room cheered like an audience after an amazing performance of a play. The Black youth didn't feel anything special; perhaps it gave him an insight into what it must feel like to show an audience affection for a fellow actor you might not have romantic feelings for, and because he was considered an outsider it did bring him a little closer into the Brotherhood. "We cool?" Brandon asked after breaking the kiss. Jacob offered a fistbump which gave the Brothers a good laugh. The game went on. Kent just about laughed himself sick at their antics as the boys got naughtier and bolder with every turn. The fact that thumper joined in without any sign of nervousness or unease made it even better. He was proving that one could be in the Brotherhood and not play a regular part in the gay hijinks. The final dare was given by rough trade to sweet pepper. The latter had to dance naked to an Antonio Cruz song. The sight of Santi shaking his sexy young booty definitely had Kent panting. The kid's unusually long penis flopped about as sweet pepper, utterly without shame, bounced and gyrated to the staccato Latin beat. "Ok, I think it's time for the bachelors to get their lap dances," rough trade announced when sweet pepper was finished. Their British punk Brother had slipped out during the Santi number and gotten kitted up for his striptease - which was why he was wearing a schoolboy uniform. "I'd ask if you're ready, but there's no way you're ready for this!" the boy said and slapped his ass. As sweet pepper started up Britney Spears' "Oops! I Did It Again", the prep school hottie strutted to the center of the room and began a sensual, and quite vulgar, routine. Kent handed out some fake bills to the boys to they could stuff them in the stripper's G-string as part of the fun. Then he just sat back and enjoyed. Rough trade puckered his lips and ripped his shirt open, revealing a pair of American flag pasties on his young nipples. Kent had no idea how the youth knew about this stuff and he figured it was probably best not to ask. "Take it off!" the groom howled like a dog in heat. The boys cheered when their Brother skillfully ripped his shorts off and swung them around over his head, giving the room his best "fuck me" look. Then he sauntered over and gyrated his ass in short stack's face. Santi, now clothed once more in his nightshirt-style jersey, kept up his DJ duties while shaking his head at the impossible reprobate in the stripper uniform. None of his own suggestions had been incorporated to tone down the raunchier dance moves. In fact, somehow the thug-in- training had made things even more perverse. But the Brothers seemed to approve of Rex's performance with plenty of hoots and hollers. To be fair, the U.K. boy surprised with fluid and complex sways and hip drops and arm locks. It wasn't as polished as an Antonio Cruz routine but had what some RuPaul choreographers called "putting a little stank on it." Mysteriously Rex made it all work and even Santi was picking up a few moves. The whole vibe could have been trashy, yet it was more like trashy-chic. And Santi found himself fingering his money bill, ready to stuff it in the G-string. "Gosh Almighty!" Ryder called out. The Brothers laughed naughtily as Rex stood with legs parted and ran his body up and down the front of the groomlet. Santi played a few more stripper tunes until Rex was down to his sexy underwear with his oiled body making his naked limbs glisten. For all of the rebel's calls of not "giving a damn," he had certainly put a lot of obvious hard work into his naughty show. Kent could see the boys were all horned up after that performance. It was obvious - especially since they were just wearing their jerseys. The man was about to take thumper into the kitchen for some flan when, to his surprise, fidget popped up and said to his friend, "Hey, yo, let's me an' you raid the fridge while these horn dogs go at it." The blond QB gave Kent a wink. Thumper chuckled. "Yeah, I feel more like having something sweet rather than some sausage." The two besties headed for the kitchen while Kent and the other boys made it to the bedroom. Doofus and short stack took center stage in the bed, 69ing passionately. At kitty boy's sweet pleading, string bean bent the newest Brother over the bed for an adorable but urgent coupling. Sweet pepper found himself pressed against the wall by rough trade, who, little by little, managed to seduce the Hispanic boy. Big mouth helped Kent get naked and then, with an enchanting smile, got down on his knees and took the giant schlong of his former boyfriend all the way down his throat. The man couldn't help but let out a low groan of delight. Truly the tyke was a master of his craft. Em was surprised by how much lighter the top boy was than Kent. Yet he noted the same gentleness of approach. "Are you sure, Em?" Russell asked. "If you would be my second, I'd... like that very much." Soon the erection of the blond seventh grader was lubed and pushing into the Filipino-Brit's bum. The bottom boy didn't even have to ask to kiss; Russell's lips were already on his. He moaned as the cock penetrated him even more. "Good?" "V-Very good." Both smiled and continued to make out. This other cock was much slimmer than what Em was used to, though it still made him purr. The preteen glanced at all the naughty fun and found it incredibly arousing. Soon he would gain the confidence to wear his neko ears around the other Brothers. But for now this was a celebration to honor the upcoming nuptials of Brandon and Ryder. Sighing in bliss, Russell slid in and out of the squirming homeschooled boy. He was, of course, as careful as one could be, but there was no denying how turned on he was. Rex's little dance number had been completely scandalous and had made the Mormon youth blush furiously. As comfortable as Russell was getting with the raunchy hijinks of the Brothers, it was still pretty easy for him to be shocked. "Oooo, feels so nice," Em said, smiling back at him. "I like what you're doing!" The praise made Russell happy. This foundling whom Kent had brought into their group was very different, not fragile but yet delicate. The middleschooler loved making him feel good. "Dios mio, you're a bad boy," Santi moaned. "You need some bad boy in your life," Rex chuckled. Santi shook his head, rejecting the very idea. But the way the rude punker was manhandling him with such confidence was certainly making the Latinx's motor purr. No, Santi did not have a thing for bad boys at all, but he couldn't deny that Rex reminded him of Antonio in that first major role where he'd played a streetwise kid with an attitude. And that, well, that was sexy. "Yo, lube!" Rex called and Brandon tossed him a tube. Mac's boys, the Brotherhood, were an odd assortment of willy-loving lads, but Rex had to admit once it was orgy time, they knew what they were doing and it was scorching. The way the Brothers gave pleasure so freely was a bit strange to the punk boy, but he liked it. Once his johnson was slicked up, Rex slid into the tight hole and again pressed Santi up against the wall. The well-mannered lad let out a string of Spanish words, most of which weren't appropriate in mixed company. Rex grinned and took hold of his partner's sizeable sausage. "Let's fuck," the punk boy groaned and the two seventh graders started going at it. Kent spared only a brief look around before focusing all of his attention on the cutie on his knees before him. There were definitely times the man missed having big mouth as his young partner, but for the most part, he was happy the youngster was happy. And it made him treasure these moments even more. "That's so good, lover boy," Kent said softly. "You're incredibly sexy like that... Knowing just what to do to drive me crazy." Big mouth looked up with great affection and went back to slowly slurping up and down on Kent's rigid erection. Soft gasps, shuddering grunts and low moans filled the room as the various pairs enjoyed each other. Kent had been to a few bachelor parties in his time, yet none of them compared. He smirked at that thought as his climax surged up within him and soon he filled the gradeschooler's mouth with his gusher. Scott was chillaxing on the sofa catching the sports highlights. Him and his best bud chugged the rest of the Mountain Dew from the bottle that Russ couldn't finish. "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" went Jacob. "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" went Scott. "Hahaha, I think we can agree my burp ruled!" "Ya-no-no-no, our burps were pretty equal." "You're full of it, dude." "Ok, ya, maybe yours was a second longer. You win." That settled, both them watched the basketball scores but then there was an intense grunt all faint from the bedroom. "Was that Brandon?" "Naw, definitely Rex, sounds like he's toppin' someone. So, you figure out what'cher gonna do 'bout your mom?" "Big gave me some solid state advice. Ease her into it. Invite her to the play first." "Shyeah, coach is amazin', ain't he, the way he can figure stuff out." "What about your reading?" "The Clintster says I'm at a grade four level already. But it's gettin' tougher, an' I thought I'd talk it over with coach 'bout what to do, but, y'know, wait 'til after the wedding. Speakin' of..." They turned back to see Kent carrying Scott's boyfriend in one arm and opening the bathroom door with his free hand. "Hey, fidget, thumper. I'm just taking big mouth to get cleaned up and we'll be right out." Scott grinned when his bud spun his head back and had these eyes as big as saucers. "Holy shit, bro, now I know why he's called 'big.'" "Ha, you should see it when it's at full mast." ***** March 20th rolled around and the den of Kent's apartment had been transformed through a mixture of brute force and sweet pepper's elegant taste. The couches had been moved into the bedroom, making room for the folding chairs and little altar. The Brothers were all gathered, minus of course those with roles in the wedding. Each of them wore a tux, some with more grace than others. Rough trade would not stop twitching, even when sweet pepper nudged him. Big mouth kept fussing with his tie. But they were all quiet and respectful as kitty boy began to play the wedding march on his violin. "You all set, doofus?" Kent asked Ryder in the bedroom. His Little looked up, more nervous than the man had ever seen him. "I guess so... I... I kinda wish my mom was here, though." "She will be, when you and Brandon do this officially." Kent's former partner gulped and nodded. "Man... A year ago I never thought I'd ever meet a boy like me..." The muscled Big Brother took him in his arms and hugged tightly. "You've come so far so fast. I really am proud of you." "Thanks, Big." The sweet kid flashed a nervous smile and looked himself over in the mirror. "Remember when we went on our first date? I thought that was the coolest thing ever." "It was really special, Ryder." "Thanks... I know I don't say that enough, but thanks for everything. This is all 'cause of you." "Well, you being an awesome dude is part of it. But you're welcome." The music started and Kent led the husband-to-be out of the bedroom. At the same time, fidget and short stack emerged from the kitchen. Since neither fiance was the bride, it was decided they should walk down the aisle at the same time. So the groom, the "groomlet" and their escorts stepped down the hallway then turned into the den and approached the altar. String bean seemed strangely calm, even though he was also in a tux and serving in the important role as officiator. But he just smiled happily as the group approached. At the last step, the foursome paused and Kent gently prodded doofus forward and fidget nudged short stack towards his future spouse. Kent was already tearing up when string bean started with "Dearly beloved..." He knew he'd be an utter mess by the end. Every so often Ryder would hear the words of the officiator filtering through the haze of nervousness and excitement. Today was the wedding - first day of spring - the commitment ceremony. How many times had the blond-haired sixth grader looked at the dark-haired seventh grader and it was all normal. But here he was face to face with Brandon and it was like he was looking at the boy he loved for the very first time. "Ryder..." The groomlet turned to Russell, who continued, "Would you now like to read your vows?" Nodding, Ryder fished out his piece of paper and unfolded it. "Brandon..." A wave of sniffles came from the guests and it was even more tougher to hold back his own tears. "I remember the moment I fell in love with you. It was real clear. We were lying in Kent's bed and he was still asleep. And you said you'd like to kiss. I don't know the exact words, but you said it was the difference between a sexy kiss... and a loving kiss." More sniffles followed and even Brandon had water in his eyes. "Right afterward you said you'd like a boyfriend. I shivered and you asked if I was cold and I said no. And you smiled and said about being boyfriends, 'Think about it.' You had my heart from that moment. Kent sensed there was something between us and said we belonged together. And we do. I'm grateful to my Big Brother for letting us share our hearts together. I love you, Brandon Welsh, and I always will." Ryder heard a gulp and glanced at Big holding back a choking sob. It got the boy almost crying right there on the spot. But he held it together, 'cause he knew it was Brandon's turn to read his vows and he wanted to be totally present for his future husband. "That was beautiful, Ryder, just beautiful," Russell said in his authoritative voice. "And now, Brandon, would you like to read your vows to the groomlet?" Brandon cleared his throat and looked around at everyone as he uncrumpled the paper from his pocket. This had all been exciting and cool and everything all the way along to this moment, but now it was real and that was terrifying. The fact everyone was staring at him made his fingers flex, like he was trying to hold a baseball, 'cause that was the only time people paid this much attention to him. He peered down at the words he'd wrote and they seemed dumb. Not sweet and perfect like Ryder's. His vows were going to make him sound like a total jackass. He gulped and looked into Ryder's eyes and saw, within the tears, a strength and sureness that instantly settled his nerves. Yes, this was exactly what it was supposed to be. Him and Ryder were a sure thing. "Um... When we met, I got this funny feeling in my gut I didn't understand. It was like, wham! A punch to the gut. But I realized pretty fast that what it was, was you stealing my heart. I never thought about stuff like that. I was focused on taking care of my brothers. Had no time for romantic stuff. But when I met you, I just fell and fell hard. It was like everything suddenly made sense. Loving you, being with you, is everything I ever wanted even when I didn't know I wanted it. Be mine, Ryder Strauss, and I'll be yours forever." Russell smiled warmly and reassuringly at the nervous groom. "You're speaking from the heart as well, Brandon, and your words are incredibly moving." The officiator gazed upon the wedding guests. "These two boys are taking an important step in honoring their commitment to one another. I have been fortunate to see their relationship blossom after becoming a member of the Brotherhood back in October. What I have seen from Brandon and Ryder has been inspirational - the deep soulfulness, the tender care, the unconditional support, the sweet laughter, the gentle teasing, and, yes, the group lovemaking." Russell waited for the sly and knowing chuckles to subside. "Some may not know that Brandon and Ryder had once planned to slowly come out as a couple. Such courage should be commended, for as we all know, our town - the place we call home - is not welcoming to those who love the same gender. But they made the attempt nonetheless and, unfortunately, found it was not possible in this pocket of the world." Here Russell chose to focus on their gay teacher, coach, mentor. "Yet here we are at this very moment celebrating the passage of two single boys becoming a binding couple. It is because of Kent MacTiernan and the Brotherhood he has formed. We the Brothers bear witness and acknowledge the deep connection between Brandon and Ryder. And it is Big's sanctuary that provides the safety and security so that we may be free to express who we are, and today it is, miraculously, a marriage between a groom and groomlet." Then Russell smiled at Santi, who was already waving a dismissive hand not to single him out lest he turn into even more of a hot mess. "And Santiago Ortiz who has worked tirelessly to make this ceremony fabulous and memorable, giving it the dignity it deserves. With all the pomp and circumstance of a true wedding." Russell nodded at the more urgent waving from Santi to desist as the wedding planner blew his nose in his pocket square. "Will the ring bearer, Clint Welsh, please come up and present the rings?" Clint stepped over to the group, unusually intimidated by all the formality. Biting his lip, he held up the red satin pillow that held the two rings - the one Brandon had purchased for Ryder and given at the engagement and a newer one, plain gold, that Kent had helped his Little purchase. "Repeat after me," Russell said to Brandon. "I promise to love and cherish you, to support you, to protect you from harm, to be there with you in good times and bad." His big brother cleared his throat and repeated the words, eyes locked on his future husband's face. "With this ring, I thee wed." Then his big brother said the words and slipped the ring back on the finger of the guy who'd become Clint's brother-in-law. The boy could hear Santi sniffling softly, but he was glancing at Kent whose eyes were misty. He'd talked to his former boyfriend about how this ceremony was only similar to a promise ceremony, like the ones gay men used to have before it became legal to marry. Still, it was such a huge moment. Clint got teary-eyed himself as he saw Kent start to blubber. Russell gave Ryder the same words to speak, and the 11-year-old repeated them with absolute confidence. Then he put the ring on Brandon's finger with his trademark grin lighting up his face. "With the power vested in me by the Brotherhood of Kent," Russell said with a smile, "I pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss." The two boys embraced and Brandon planted one heck of a kiss on his new husband, to everyone's delight. At the reception dinner, Santi toasted the couple in the den. The kitchen furniture had been moved in and converted into the head table where Brandon, Ryder, Kent and Scott sat. The guests were at a folding table with the chairs from the wedding and, of course, a seating plan had been devised. The wedding planner couldn't be more pleased. Everything had, as they say, gone off without a hitch. Big and the Brothers had showered him with compliments about the ceremony, the dinner and, of course, the bachelor party. Feeling giddy, Santi tapped his glass with a fork and inspired another round of musical tones that prompted the newlyweds to kiss. "You really outdid yourself," Russell whispered. Santi blushed. "De nada." Even Rex offered, with uncharacteristically gentlemanly behavior, "I'm gobsmacked at how you pulled all this together, Santi. Without a doubt, I would want you at MY wedding. To Santiago!" Shrinking from embarrassment while simultaneously lapping up the praise, Santi shook his head while Rex raised his glass and the others followed suit. Russell whispered again, "We couldn't have done any of this without you." Santi blushed again and tried to redirect the focus. "It is because of the love of Brander that we are all here today and I hope to one day find a love as deep and meaningful as yours." Since it was a special occasion - the specialest of occasions! - Kent broke out a set of fancy glasses and poured into each one a few sips of champagne. He handed them out to the host of boys and then took his place beside the happy couple. Raising his glass, he beamed at the group of sweet young men who all meant the world to him. "When I met Ryder, I found a boy who wasn't shy by nature, but had learned to be careful with his words and his heart. I could tell how special he was, how he could thrive if he just had some support. I'm happy to think I played a part in him growing so much that he now has a relationship he has committed to. It makes me so proud to see him achieving the dreams he once wouldn't share with anyone." Doofus blushed and smiled at his Big. "Brandon was a pain in the ass from the moment I met him," Kent went on and everyone laughed. "But it was easy to see how big of a heart he had, even if he didn't want anyone to know that. He's had to grow up too fast, but the man he is turning into is one I am honored to call friend. I know with all the love he has in him, he will make Ryder happy every day. So, to the loving couple, all the best!" The man downed his drink. The Brothers all imbibed theirs as well. Kitty boy made a face at the taste, but big mouth seemed to really enjoy it. Rough trade and fidget appeared unfazed, which made sense as Kent figured they'd had some before. String bean eyed his for a moment and then, with a determined look, drank it all down. The other boys didn't seem to care for it, but they also seemed to like the idea that they got an "adult" experience. Jacob had met his buddy's eye and drained their champagne together with a knowing smile. One of the stories they'd made a blood pact never to tell was when Scott had come across a hidden bottle of alcohol in his dad's wine cellar. To make it last, the blond dude had watered it down and over the course of a week they'd polished it off. Only afterward did Scott happen to mention it was Dom Perignon. "Dude, are you kidding?!" Jacob had sputtered. "What, you think we should, um, replace it?" Scott had asked, playing with his fidget spinner. Jacob hadn't been able to contain his laughter. "Trust, bro, it's the most expensive champagne in the world! We're talking two hundred bucks a bottle... And you watered it down!" Being friends with Scott was sometimes a full-time job, but it was becoming less so, thanks to Special K and his merry band of Brothers. Scott hadn't pulled out his fidget spinner in weeks, which spoke volumes. And here his bud had to give a speech without being able to write anything down. "Shyeah, so..." Scott was on his feet. "Like Big, I'm not gonna read a speech but'll just, y'know, say a few words from the heart 'n' stuff. I was real moved when Brandon asked me ta give 'im away. I got a twin sister and never grew up with brothers. But now I got 'em in the Brotherhood and been made an honorary Welsh big brother. Jacob's my bro for life, and Brandon, you'll always be my little brother even though we're supposed ta be twins. Today I got the same feelin' as when our team won nationals. Just, like, real joy - seein' my lil bro marry his sweetheart. You make me proud an' I hope ta one day be in your position. To Brandon!" Smiling, Scott turned to the other husband. "An' ta Ryder, good thing you're a wrestler 'cause ya got this one pinned. Good luck keepin' 'im in line." The reception went on and everyone had a great time. But then Kent let the happy couple know their Uber was on its way. Both boys seemed ready to take off for their romantic "honeymoon night" at Scott's mansion. "You have to throw the bouquet first," Santi reminded them when everyone was on their feet. "I know, I haven't forgot," Ryder said as he took the flowers from the table. The Brothers gathered in the den again, with Ryder and Brandon near to the door. "I'm not looking to get hitched," Rex complained. "I shouldn't be here." "It's tradition," Santi admonished. Em squeaked, "I wouldn't mind catching it!" Ryder turned his back on the group and hurled the bouquet over his shoulder. It sailed through the air - right into Santi's hands. The Latinx boy let out a yelp of delighted surprise. "And, as a special bonus..." said Brandon, "since my studly lover don't wear no garter for me to throw..." Him and Ryder giggled as the middleschooler reached down the gradeschooler's pants and pulled out a bright blue rubber cock ring. With a smirk, Brandon faced away from the group and chucked it back at the Brothers. Russell raised his hands along with the other boys. Just as the cock ring sailed in his direction, he was blindsided by Rex unexpectedly leaping into the air and shouting, "This I want as a souvenir!" Despite the relatively short time Russell had spent on the baseball field, his instincts as a first baseman kicked in and he went for it as if a batter were making a run for the plate. His grabbing hands snapped the naughty accessory out of the air and pulled it close to his chest. "Russell, you caught it!" Santi squealed. The blond youth turned to the romantic boy clutching the bouquet and... something came over him... a wave of deep affection... a dizzying swirl in his heart... a... a... feeling of love... and... Russell kissed Santi fully on the lips. Not a sexy kiss. Not a sweet kiss. But a lover's kiss! "Bye, Brandon!" "Bye, Ryder!" "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" "Haha, but do what I would do!" "Your room's gonna be even more funner than the stuff I told'ja!" "Just remember not to be misresponsible!" Russell saw reflected in Santi's face the same look of pleasant shock. The words from the Brothers shook them out of their reverie and they turned to the door. "Have a happy honeymoon!" Russell said warmly. "You two look so beautiful together," Santi added dreamily. Kent had a huge rush of emotions he wasn't at all prepared for. Seeing Ryder and Brandon walk out, so happy, so in love, knowing he'd helped them succeed in spite of the backwards people in this town, it was overwhelming. "That was absolutely beautiful, boys. Santi, Russell, you guys really made this day special," the man said, his throat constricted with emotion. The Brothers all gathered around him for a group hug. Even Rex. Even Jacob. His arms were big enough to get around them all, but he knew that wouldn't be true for much longer. They were all going to grow up so fast, turn into the fine men he knew they were destined to be. Today had proved beyond a doubt that the Brotherhood was needed, that it was doing good. "Ok, enough of that, time for the orgy!" rough trade said and ripped his bowtie off. Everyone laughed. "We should clean up first," sweet pepper suggested. "Yeah, it's a bit messy here," string bean agreed. "Oh fuck that, you two lovebirds need to get it on already," rough trade said with a broad grin, already half-stripped. "I'll work on the cleanup," thumper announced. "And I'll help," kitty boy offered with a sweet smile. "Thanks, boys," Kent told them and led the others to the bedroom where they were finally able to get out of their tuxes. Naturally, clothes went flying in all directions, which caused sweet pepper some distress. He ran about collecting everything and putting it on hangers while the others laughed and fell onto the bed. Kent made sure to give each of them a long, thorough kiss before things got started. Because, damn, he was so grateful for them all.