Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2023 23:04:06 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 24 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 24 by Underjug & TheRealCOG M/t/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. ********** Ryder Strauss and his new husband had been shown to the VIP section of Pizza Palace. Usually that's where their favorite waitress in the whole world, Delores, sat the Brothers every time they came in to eat. But it was an even more specialer occasion when Delores saw the wedding rings on their fingers and almost screamed with excitement. Brandon was all, "Yup, he made an honest man of me." And Ryder blushed. "I'm the lucky one, he makes me so happy." They got the best table and the only other VIP were Russell and Santi who got their own spot to sit. Ryder was hoping Kent might join them, but he had Big-like duties tonight with Jacob. Brandon said, after the menu was decided, "That Scott was somethin' else, huh?" "Gosh Almighty, all those petals must've come from, like, a hundred roses." "I dunno where he found those penis-shaped candles." "When that projector came on..." "Ya, all those photos of us on the ceiling and walls..." "But most solid state of all was us just being together." "Uh-huh. I... I feel like I wanna be with just YOU, y'know?" The most amazing dinner came out of the kitchen. Extra large, extra cheese, extra toppings, the works. With a wink, Delores nodded over at the owner. He waved back and said the whole entire meal was on the house. "What's this about, Delores?" Brandon asked, partly grateful and partly unsure. Apparently the owner's name was Kel. And Delores was his girlfriend... but not. That's all the waitress said, and Kel went back into the kitchen and the boys didn't see him again but sure enjoyed all the food he sent out. Ryder beamed. "Wow, this is awesome." "I knew my life'd be better," Brandon said, taking his hand for just a few seconds, "when you came into it." Santiago Ortiz smiled over at the happy couple, completely enchanted with their post- honeymoon vibe. A tiny, very tiny, part of him was jealous. Such romance had seemed to be in his future with Scott, but it hadn't worked out. Not that he regretted his fling with the handsome quarterback. Just... A part of him wished his life could be a storybook like it was for Ryder and Brandon. "They are so cute together, huh?" his dinner companion, Russell, said softly. "Si... So much in love." Santi's manners overcame his tinge of melancholy. "It's very sweet of you to invite me out, but you didn't have to. I enjoyed planning the wedding - aside from Brandon's little tricks." The cute blond 12-year-old said, "I know, but it's still nice when people notice what you do and show they appreciate it." Santi warmed at the kindness. "Well, thank you." He touched fingers with Russell and received a jolt. Like a static shock, but it wasn't physical. It was something else, something deeper. Looking into the boy's blue eyes, he could tell the other middleschooler had felt it too. "I..." "Um..." Russell swallowed. Santi felt his pulse quicken. "Uh..." "Er... Uh... Sh-Should we order?" The Latinx youth nodded slowly, glancing down at his menu. But no sooner had he read about the restaurant's new salad option than he found his eyes traveling back up to meet those of his charming friend. With Russell looking right back at him. "Um... Santi?" "Que?" Russell fidgeted for a moment. "I was wondering... Um... I really like you and, well, I don't know how you feel but... Would you maybe want to try, uh, being boyfriends?" Santi's eyes went wide, and a huge grin split his face. "Do you mean it?" His Brother nodded. "I do... If you want to... Do you?" The Hispanic boy squeezed the blond boy's hand. "Si... I like you very much too, Russell." The two shared a sweet smile and a happy laugh. Then the usually timid boy surprised Santi by reaching over and taking one of his hands. It was all they dared get away with in public, even in a safe place like the VIP lounge. But Santi melted and ventured, "So then, this is our very first date." Brandon Welsh had a feeling of contentment he'd never known before meeting his better half. To think how proud he'd been of being the man of the house - how close he'd come to losing out on just being a kid. Sure, he was married, but the seventh-grader was getting a chance to find himself in this world instead of taking on the duties that shoulda rightly went to his father. Sigh, Brandon always got lost in his husband's eyes. Even the tiny upturned corners of that sexy mouth made him weak at the knees. Maybe Ryder did look up to Brandon as the man of the relationship. It was different, though. Love. Like, the love of connecting with someone who you belonged with and not to be a caretaker for. Even watching the blond hottie bite into a pizza slice was pure paradise. They were meant to be together. Forever. "How is it, kid?" "Good. Even with green peppers." "Ha, surprised you can taste 'em with all the cheese the owner put on." "You, like, think Kel...?" "Uh-huh. I dunno, I hope we don't gotta do somethin' like that. Pretend to be with girls." "We're gonna move away during college and won't have to worry about hiding who we are." "That's the plan, my love." Brandon had been secretly practicing something he planned to share with Ryder. One day he'd spring the surprise and see that smile on the kid's face. It was tough trying to sneak away, what with their marital time, school and baseball. But Brandon had managed it and couldn't wait to share his gift. "Um..." The couple turned to see Russ and Santi standing together nervously by their table. "Hope we're not, um, interrupting you," the first baseman said all embarrassed. "Not a problem," Brandon replied with a grin. Russ traded a glance with their wedding planner. "We wanted you to be the first to hear the good news - Santi and I are dating." Kent MacTiernan watched Jacob pace back and forth. The 23-year-old man didn't try and make the Black teen stop, because he knew it was taking all of thumper's willpower to not just nope right out of this situation. For the time being Kent sipped his water and waited. His place in all of this was just for support, which was exactly what he was going to do. So when the front door of the Reynolds house swung open, he gave a steadying look that kept the boy in place. Jacob's mother came in and, seeing she had a guest, drew up short. Then she put her purse and coat down before offering Kent a friendly expression. "Coach MacTiernan, this is a surprise. Is everything all right?" Kent nodded. "Everything's fine, Mrs. Reynolds. Jacob has something to talk to you about is all, and he asked me, as a teacher he trusts, to help out." The woman turned to her son, eyebrows arching. "What's this all about, boo boo? You're not in trouble, are you?" Kent made a mental note to never share that nickname with anyone in the Brotherhood. Rex would have a field day with it. Jacob Reynolds performed his one-two combo: (1) a wince at his mother's ability to say the most inappropriate thing guaranteed to yield maximum embarrassment and (2) a glare to reinforce he wasn't her little boy anymore even though she always chose to ignore his reaction. "No, Ma, sheesh! Just... sit down. Always thinking the news is bad..." A cautionary glance from Big had a calming effect on Jacob. It reminded the teen what they were here for, which was not to antagonize the person he was trying to butter up. "Well, may the good Lord strike me down for worrying about my son." Jacob didn't even give the woman time to launch into the martyrdom speech. "You're a good mother, always thinking about my best interests, I didn't mean to suggest otherwise." That got a flash of approval from Big, because all of his ma's defenses promptly dropped. "What's the exciting news?" "Well, an opportunity came up at the school and you're always advising me to be open to new experiences to ensure I'm an accomplished student." "Bless me, is that right, Coach MacTiernan? My boy's on one of your winning teams?" Kent shook his head. "No, ma'am. He can't be on one of my teams unless you let him transfer." "Hmmph" was her reply, but there was a hint of a smile. Kent had tested the waters with her about Jacob moving to the public school, and the answer had been an adamant decline. Which was entirely fine, of course. The Catholic school that thumper attended was highly rated and he could remain there until highschool graduation. So the man understood her decision. "Ma, I, uh... I tried out for this play... They had an open casting call and, uh, I thought it sounded fun. I mean, not fun, but, like, good for me and, uh..." Thumper gave Kent a desperate look. The teacher took that as his cue. "There's a theater group in town which does a show once a year with local kids. They put up audition flyers at your son's school and he decided to try out." "He did, hmm?" "Ma, I got one of the leads!" thumper said, eyes pleading. "I mean, I was like an understudy, but then the guy who got the part had to quit and I've been doing it ever since." Mrs. Reynolds responded with a withering look. "And how long's this been going on?" Jacob looked down and mumbled. "Excuse me, boo boo, but the floor wasn't talking to you, I was." The teen gulped. "A couple of months..." "A couple of MONTHS?!" "Ma, I'm doing well! The director is really impressed!" "What about your classwork? That's much more important than this playing pretend!" At Kent's suggestion, Jacob had his tablet at hand. He was able to quickly show his online progress reports. "See, Ma? All A's. I got it under control." That mollified her a bit. "I just don't see why you need to be wasting time on this nonsense." "It's an extracurricular, Mrs. Reynolds," Kent put in. "Colleges need to see that. They want to know an applicant is well-rounded." Jacob sat back like an audience member and studied the virtuoso performance of Special K. There was this way about him - so honest about the true nature of what was within. He was more than Big, he understood how to carve a path as a Spiritual Leader, even in a town that did everything in its power to suppress and make the soul miserable. Gradually the sourness on Ma's face evaporated and her disapproval seemed to have been replaced by a willingness to understand. What power did Kent possess allowing him to navigate this basketball court of a town so effortlessly that the opposing team didn't block him from sinking the winning ball? You had to love a guy who used his strength and his power for good. Not only did Ma agree the play might be a wise idea, she was insisting on a seat in the front row. Jacob could have cried in that moment. Instead the teen reaffirmed how his extracurricular activity wouldn't affect his studies. Maybe he'd cry just a little after opening night. ***** Between Brandon's pitching and Russell's hitting, with a good bit of assistance from Kwan out in centerfield, the Sharks baseball team was turning into a force to be reckoned with. They hadn't come up against the tough schools yet - the ones with loads of money for all the best equipment and so on - but they were definitely showing impressive teamwork out there and that made the coach happy. The thing Kent had to be on the lookout for was Brandon pushing himself too hard. The pitcher's dedication was commendable, but he was, after all, one member of the team. It wasn't all on short stack's shoulders to win. Weirdly, the Welsh boy seemed to be slipping back into his habits of him acting like the dad with his little brothers. Like he had to assume total responsibility. Coach and pitcher had talked about it, but short stack was stubborn. Kent watched Russell on second. The lanky blond had earned the nickname "bandit" from his teammates for his talent for stealing bases. He was a fast runner, and he was always ready for a chance to get ahead. Yu at bat cracked a good one and raced for first. Like a shot, string bean headed for third. And then the opposing team's outfielder dropped the ball and Kent called his player to make a run for it. As the boy zipped down the baseline, there was a loud cheering from the stands. The loudest was undeniably from Santi. Since the two had coupled up, sweet pepper's interest in the game had increased hundredfold. "Great job, Russ!" Kent said, patting the boy's back. "Thanks, coach!" string bean said with a grin. "All right, Brandon, you're up!" The dark-haired boy smiled and grabbed a bat. He wasn't the slugger that string bean was, but he did ok. Kent was sure they'd get at least one more homerun before the end of the inning. Brandon stared the pitcher down. If he sent this one into the bleachers, that'd be three more points for the Sharks toward an almost certain win. He just needed to really focus and nail this. Choking up on the bat, he remembered Kent scolding him earlier about how it wasn't all on his shoulders. That wasn't easy to accept, as competitive as Brandon was, but in his heart he knew coach was right. He had to relax and trust his teammates. Brandon took a deep breath, tapping the bat against his cleats and stepping up again to the plate. Obviously he would need Big or Scott to fuck the father shit outta him, but since that couldn't happen 'til after the game he needed a bandaid solution. So he took a second to fantasize about coach's monster cock pounding his ass while he lay on the office desk and was called "slut" and "school tramp" and "bitch to Big's fuckstick." "Strike one!" "You've got this, Brandon!" shouted coach from the sidelines. "Yeah, Brandon!" his husband called out from the bleachers. "Pitcher's got a dirty jockstrap," Rex said in a low voice. That meaty jackhammer went harder on his hole and the top man's hand pushed away Brandon's from his boner. Orders were barked not to jack off until afterward so there'd be no relief, just the dude's spooge filling up his guts. "Strike two!" At the last moment before nutting, coach gave Brandon a reprieve and let him whack off until they both shot their loads. Yeaaaahhhhhhhh, that was the stuff. Brandon lined himself up at the plate and he knocked the hell out of that ball! It was smooth sailing from that point on. The pitcher rode the high of his homer to shut out the other team in the final two innings. The Sharks took the victory, and afterwards, both teams shook hands on the field. It was a tradition Big was pushing hard for with the other coaches to promote good sportsmanship. Kent piped up, "Ok, victory dinner on me! Where are we going?" The nearly-unanimous decision was for Kirby's Burger Shack, a local favorite. The coach sent his boys off to the showers and went to confer with the parents. There were a lot of nice compliments, a few polite questions and some tedious armchair coaching. Kent took it in stride. He let the parents know about the victory celebration. The Burger Shack was large and loud and perfect for rowdy boys. There were video games aplenty to keep them busy and even screens airing sports events. "You guys kicked butt," Kent told his team. "I'm real proud of you." "Couldn't do it without an awesome coach!" Kwan called out and the other teammates cheered in agreement. "Ok, dudes, go and have some fun. I'll call you when the burgers are ready." The boys scattered like mice in search of cheese. All save Russell, who hung back and gave Kent a cheery smile. "This is all just.... It's amazing. I'm so happy." "I'm glad to hear it, string bean. You've come a long way." The first baseman beamed, and his eyes tracked over to Santi who was bickering with Rex. "Yes... Thanks to you." "Bandit!" Yu called out. "Get over here! We need another player!" "Better go on, then," Kent told him. Russell Young went over to let his teammates know he needed to sit this one out, and since he'd been responsible for two points in today's winning game they let it go. Mainly Russell wanted to spend a little time with his new boyfriend, and also save the poor guy from Rex's merciless teasing. "Oh, just remembered I must graffiti the restroom stall, mates, I shall take my leave." Rex smirked upon Russell's approach and made himself scarce. "Grrr, that boy!" Santi fumed. "Jacob and I keep telling you not to take the bait," Russell advised while sitting across from his hot-blooded Latin lover and secretly touching shoes together. "You played so well," Santi replied, completely pivoting to his romantic self. "Thank you." "Your eyes, they are the azure blue of the sky on a warm summer day." "I keep thinking of you as a pop star who's invited me backstage and I'm tongue-tied in your presence." "Russell Young, you are making me blush." "It makes you look even more handsome." The desire to kiss the 12-year-old Hispanic boy was irresistible, yet Russell had to curb the impulse. Instead he pressed his shoe even harder into Santi's. "You're the most romantic boy I've ever met, my Santi." "That is because you are a bandit and have stolen my heart." Russell smiled and the flutter in his chest told him he was in love. ***** The third time Ryder did the hold perfectly, Kent let himself be pinned to the mat as a reward. It was tough, teaching doofus, because the man was obviously way over the gradeschooler's weight class. By sheer brawn alone, he would win. But the Big didn't want to just let his Little always win, either. It made it so much better for the boy when he felt he'd earned it. Doofus lay atop the jock's chest, eyes bright. "That's a super hard move! I think I get it now, though." "Yeah, you're learning all my best tricks really easy. You're going to dominate in the featherweight class when you come to school next year." That made the boy's face light up. "I can't wait!" Kent chuckled. "You have to be the only kid in the world more excited about school next year than summer vacation." Doofus giggled. "Summer is gonna be super fun, but it's gonna be way more funner being in your class." Kent ran his hands down the boy's bare back - they always wrestled naked. "Yes. It's going to be great." He cocked his head to the side. "So, you won. What do you want for your prize?" With a playful grin, Ryder rolled onto his side. "Hmmmmmmmmm... Hmmmmmmmmm..." The suspense was kept up as he rolled back onto Kent's chest. "Hmmmmm... I got it! And no, it's not what you think." "Oh? Do I get to guess?" "You can try, but you'll never in, like, a million, billion, trillion years say the right answer." "Well... since we don't have that long... You want to know about my sexual past in college." Ryder's jaw dropped. "How... did...? No way! How'd you guess it?!" "We must be psychically linked." Ryder tried tickling his Big to get the truth out of him, then remembered the man wasn't ticklish. "No, stop being a fooler. How...?" "You weren't exactly whispering to your husband the other day when you said you wondered who I'd done in college, so I just figured..." The 11-year-old blond couldn't stop his giggles. "I shoulda known, you're too smart for me." "I'm just in tune with my Little." "Um, so... Yeah, like, I know you kinda didn't get to when you were in highschool, but what was it like for you in college?" Kent mulled it over. "Well, even though I had moved away from my folks, I still felt guilty. It's hard to explain, but I really didn't want to disappoint them." Doofus' smile faded. "Oh. So, it was like me when I met you. Like, I knew I liked boys but I didn't want anyone to find out." "Sort of like that. I mean, I had sex with guys sometimes, but I didn't feel like I could have a relationship. It was almost crossing a line. Even hooking up with guys made me feel guilty. But, well, I'd get horny." Doofus snickered. "I bet!" "I'd go to this club a few miles from my campus. You had to be 18 to get in, but it was pretty obvious there were some highschool boys there." "Really?" "They'd get fake IDs, Ryder. And you're never getting one of those, so forget all about them." Off his Little's smirk, Kent continued, "There was a guy, I think he was 16, named Reed. He was super cute. I got with him a few times." Ryder boned up at the thought of freshman Kent going to a bar and seeing a guy who was probably smaller and definitely good looking. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy could sense the man also plumping. But Ryder ignored the state of their dicks for the moment, too fascinated by his Big's history. "So, like, Reed, huh? What was he like? I guess he'd be in grade... mm, I'm in six, so that'd make him, plus five, graaaaaaade 11. Or maybe since it was the start of school, grade 10. Anyway, like, um, what'd you like about him? How'd you start talking to him and stuff? What kinda guy was he?" Kent had to think about it. "Reed was sweet. Blond hair, a bit long. Glasses. Slim build. He tried to pretend he was in college, but he couldn't keep up the lie and finally admitted he hadn't graduated highschool yet." "No one can lie to my Big." "Yeah, he was pretty flustered and worried I'd tell the bouncers to toss him out. Instead, we went back to my dorm and hooked up. I didn't realize it at first, but I was popping his cherry." "Of course you did. That's my Kent, the Devirginator. Like the Terminator, only instead of shooting people you pluck cherries." Kent laughed. "Anyway, is that the sort of story you were looking for?" Ryder smacked his Big playfully on the chest. "No, c'mon, deets, deets. So, like, what'd you say to him and stuff?" Perhaps he was being nosy, but the boy was curious as to what the younger version of Kent was like. Some voyeurism was at play, that he couldn't deny. But underneath was something deeper - the more he discovered what had shaped the former youth into the man he was today the more closer Ryder felt to the guy who was his guide to life. The other thing was, now that Kent saw himself as Big to all the Brothers and no longer was gonna get into a relationship, there was no one to talk to about what was going on with him since he was so focused on the needs of his boys. "I mean, you don't hafta give, like, a play-by-play of everything, but, like, how'd you approach him and what was it like having sex? Oh, and is he who you lost YOUR virginity with? And how many times did you see him? And, like, was he super shy and did he have a crush on you? O! Kay! Gonna stop Clinting and let you answer. Hee!" Kent shrugged. "I don't remember all of it, really. I think I asked if I could buy him a rum and Coke without the Coke and he blushed and said sure. We talked for a bit, and like I said, his lie fell apart pretty fast. But he was eye-fucking me the whole time, so I knew he wanted it." "Of course he did! Hee!" "He wasn't my first. The first time I blew a guy, I don't even remember his name. I met him at the same club. We went out to his SUV, he sucked me off, I sucked him. Never saw him again." Kent shrugged. "It wasn't the most romantic first experience. I mean, it was fine, but nothing special. I was pretty nervous the whole time. The first guy I fucked was a fellow wrestler." The man smiled at doofus' huge eyes. "He was from a school across town. After the match, where I won, he asked me out for a beer. I mean coffee. I was too young for beer, so it was definitely coffee." Ryder cackled. "Sure, Big." "It doesn't matter, because we ended up just going back to my room and fooling around until he asked if I wanted to fuck. I think it wasn't too enjoyable for him. I didn't know what I was doing. But we both got our rocks off, so I think that was good enough." "Whooooaaaaaa, it's weird how long I knew you and I didn't know any of this!" Ryder shook his head. By now the two of them were fully boned. But the boy had been given so much new stuff to think about he couldn't stop his questions even if he wanted to. The gradeschooler used his fingers to sort of count out Kent's conquests. "So, ok, your first BJ was with a guy from the club in his SUV. And your first fuck was with a wrestler." "That's right." "And Reed was the first guy you, like, hooked up with more than once." "That's how it was." "So, um... Can I ask you... Like... When you were with these guys, did... you like... think about just them? I mean, did you enjoy their bigger bodies or... or did you think of them as boys? Does that make sense?" Kent nodded. "I get it. I didn't think about boys, Ryder, because at that time I didn't let myself think about boys that way. I knew I was attracted to kids like you, but I wasn't willing to think too much about it. So, I had sex and it was great and all, but kind of empty. It wasn't until you and I had sex that I actually felt connected to my partner." "Whoa! No way, really?" "Really, really." His Little chewed on his lower lip. "You still feel that? Connected and stuff? I mean, there's a lot of us and no one's, like, your boyfriend right now so...." "I do. Every single one of you is special to me and being with you is the best feeling in the world. It's very different when you can be your real self, without any filters, and the other person is their own true self as well. I'm honestly just amazed all of you are so open with me." ***** "Holtzman sure got a piece of that one!" the TV commentator approved. "He sure did," Brandon agreed, his voice cracking slightly. Kent smirked at the 12-year-old pitcher. "But can he get to home base?" "Nah, no way. Pritchard's going to strike out," Scott put in. The man and two boys sat on the couch, enjoying the first Major League Baseball game of the season. It was something they'd all been excited about. Short stack especially had been counting the days until game one began. "A little softer, kitty boy, I need to last for a while," Kent told the beauty on his knees servicing him. Em glanced up with a smile and went back to gentle, teasing licks. "I know what you mean, coach," short stack moaned. "I nutted before we came over and Ryder still has me close to the edge." Kent's Little grinned and went back to his skillful blowjob. Clint might have been the undisputed BJ king, but doofus had mastered edging and he was using all the tricks he knew. "Wimps," fidget said and then shuddered. "C'mon, Clintster, ya promised to go easy on me." "Did I?" big mouth asked with a look of innocence no one believed. Clint Welsh took pity on his boyfriend, easing off on the slurp/light-tongue-flick he knew was the jock's licorice kryptonite and returning to less intenser suction on the jawbreaker. Already Scott's legs relaxed around the boy's head. It was a fellatio paradise for the dark-haired 10-year-old, with two others on their knees servicing a bigger dude. Earlier that day him and Scott had been doing their reading exercises, and even with all the progress the eighth grader was making he was getting kinda stuck at a fifth-grade level. It was starting to worry Scott, since summer break was only three months away and he was supposed to move on to high school. But Clint was told he'd done enough and it was up to his partner to figure out a solution. The reading exercises would continue, but beyond that Clint wasn't to put this big problem on his small shoulders. "Mmmmmm, shyeah..." Scott said with a wink. "Th-thanks for goin' more easier on me with the beej, lil lover." Clint blushed. The two of them sure did get along real well. It was still a teeny bit sad that it meant Kent was on his own. Though Big seemed to be doing exactly what he was built for. To be there for boys who needed a hand to show them it was ok to be who they were in a town that didn't think so. "Hey, Russ!" Brandon called out after a sexy groan. "How long're you two gonna be in the shower?! You're missin' the ballgame!" "In a minute!" Russell called out from the bathroom before his lips were turned back to Santi so they could resume making out. Santi was enjoying learning everything there was to learn about Russell, in and out of the bedroom. He'd found the sweet boy enjoyed kissing as much as he himself did, so they were doing a lot of that. It was actually liberating for the Latinx youth to have already had casual sex with the slender blond during the various sex parties. It took away any concerns or anxieties about being intimate, and it also allayed the urgency. They'd agreed their "first time" was going to be only them and it would be special. This morning, Santi had spent a wonderful hour massaging his boyfriend. Naturally, the pure- hearted chico had wanted to return the favor, but Santi had declined. They were trading romantic gestures - Russell had given him flowers! - and this had been the Hispanic boy's turn. "The offer is still open," Santi told him as they dried off. "I'd go to my knees for you, if you wanted to be like the others." Russell blushed and shook his head. "That doesn't sound fun to me. Let's just cuddle on the other couch and make out some more." "I do like the sound of that..." Brandon said, as his cock was still being sucked, "Finally! I thought you two were gonna drown in there. Hey, Russ, Deluca's goin' for a homerun!" The smoochy-smoochy couple paused their makeout while taking a seat on the other couch right as the baseball fans cheered at the TV screen. Then just as suddenly there the two of them were back to necking. Brandon chuckled, "You two need to get a room, and this is comin' from a married man." "Leave them be, short stack," Kent advised while groaning into his hummer with Em. "You remember how you and doofus were when you became an item." "Were we like that, kid?" Brandon asked his rod-slurping husband and he got a yup-nod in answer. "Mmmmmm, the way you blow me, it just makes me wanna face-fuck ya so bad." "I don't like that word," his dweeb lil bro said from the floor. "What word - face-fuck?" "Yeah, it's like they couldn't even think of a word for something I like and they had to turn it into something I'm not really into. Plus, there's all kindsa words for different ways to fuck and almost none for oral." "That's amazing," interrupted Ryder, "how Clint can talk like that and still keep up a blowjob." "You're telling me," Kent chuckled. "So, you don't like that word," Brandon said to the runt, "you got somethin' better?" "Yup, I do." "Shyeah, he's pretty smart too, my boyfriend," sighed Scott with eyes fluttering from the pleasure of his beej. "And what word ya got?" Brandon asked. Clint answered, "Well, there's suck and there's fuck. So if a guy is thrusting his hips then it can be 'buck.'" "Ya-no, makes sense ta me," Scott praised with a pat on the servicer's head. "'Kay, it's official," Brandon announced. "'Face-fuck' is now 'buck.'" Emilio Bautista listened to all the banter but didn't join in. He could have, he knew, and that was enough. Being so lucky to be able to share in all the love and friendship of the Brotherhood was a dream come true. Em was, instead, focused on his task. He loved sucking on dicks, no question, and wasn't particular about which one. Still, there was always something special about getting to nurse on Kent's thick erection. It was like the smaller pricks were quizzes but Big's pole was a test and you had to work harder for it. The 10-year-old Filipino-Brit was still learning, though, so he couldn't help but glance over to see what Ryder and Clint were doing, like a student cheating on an exam. The two of them were just so experienced! They knew tricks Em didn't think he'd ever master. "I can't believe he swung at that pitch!" Brandon complained. "It was way too low and outside," Russell agreed. The Brothers might as well have been speaking another language. Em didn't understand anything, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue over Kent's throbbing pole and quietly quivered in happiness. Scott St. James couldn't help it and bent down to kiss Clint on the top of the head. Dang, whatever product was in the boy's hair, it smelled so nice. The lil boyfriend looked up and his eyes flicked as if saying "that's ok, just keep watching the game if you want, I don't mind." How could you not love the tyke, he was like a perfect assistant coach of a partner, just all supportive and stuff. Besides the whole thing with the reading, there was something else Scott had been thinking about. It was when him and Clint were babysitting kid bro Dix and Russ' kid bro Christian. At first Scott thought it was maybe his imagination, but even Clint said he seen it too - that both seven-year-olds kept sneaking glances at Scott's crotch. And even when Scott had trapped Dix under his leg for the whole BEACH BALL episode, it was like the kid was pretending he wanted to get away but also kinda liked being where he was. Scott wanted to get coach's opinion on the deal, because the 13-year-old QB had to admit it was interesting that maybe there was something going on and he needed to know how to handle it Particularly with Russ mentioning how last summer Christian had sucked off and got fucked by this blond teen camper. It was obvious during the eighth inning the Dodgers were going down in flames. By that time, the guys being serviced were hardly able to focus on the game at all. Even Santi and Russ were getting worked up from all their kissing and heavy petting. "Oooooohhhhh, Clint, ya-no, awwwww, I'm gonna nut soooooonn." Rex Jameson came out of Big's bedroom. "I'm telling you, mate, you've got this shit nailed down." Jacob followed, unfazed by the naked shenanigans going on. "I dunno. What if I forget a line on stage? I'd just die." "Bollocks. You could say these lines in your sleep. And I'm no theater critic, but you acted the fuck out of that big scene. Felt like you were really living it. So, don't get your knickers in a twist over this." Rex made his way to the kitchen to grab them both sodas. Since he didn't give a flying fuck about baseball, there had been no desire to join in with the stuff in the den. The 12-year-old punker had told Mac he'd be fine going out for the afternoon, but no way was the suspicious stud letting him run around unsupervised. How could one be a proper damn villain with a fucking chaperone watching you all the time? "You know, you were doing pretty good reading the lines too," Jacob observed. "Maybe you should think about acting." "Don't be daft, mate. Darby's a cool character who doesn't take shit from anyone. I can relate is all." A chorus of low moans and soft sighs rose up from the den. Jacob snickered. "I guess they've all reached home base." Rex chuckled. "Good one! Now we can get to the orgy." "And that's my cue to go." "A little orgy-ing would be good for you," Rex said, waggling his eyebrows. "I don't think so. In any case, I gotta run. Final fittings for costume is today. But thanks for going over everything with me." Rex shrugged. He was used to being cursed, yelled at and insulted. He didn't quite know what to do with thanks. "Sure, mate." After licking up the last of his husband's spunk from his lips, Ryder went with the rest of the Brothers to see Jacob off. It made the spiky-haired blond secretly chuckle and voyeuristically horny to have boned-up boys wish a fully clothed dude good luck. Ryder turned to his fellow Brother. "'Kay, Rex, since you had to be a good boy, we all thought it'd be, like, more fair for you to be the decider of the orgy." "God - in whatever form they are - help us all," quipped Russell. His Big and the Brothers all laughed. "Well, mates," Rex began, rubbing his hands mischievously, "I haven't had a train pulled on me since my intro, so... bring out the cuffs and line up with your fucksticks." An arm was slipped around Ryder's waist. "Hey, kid," Brandon said, "we'll drill him for a bit, but I'd like to make out with my husband more." "Yupper, I was thinking the same," Ryder replied warmly. Big handcuffed Rex to the bed and the spouses kissed and ran their hands up and down each other's bodies 'til it was their turn to top the Brit boy. "Y'know," Scott said with a smile blossoming in his face, "now that he's helpless, there's, like, so many possibilities." Brandon paused his makeout sesh for a moment to wink at his twin bro. "What've ya got in mind?" "Oi! You said I got to pick and I picked. Now line up!" "Ya-no, we will, sure. I mean, it don't hafta be yet, though, right? Coach, referee here." Kent laughed. These boys were always surprising him. And it was wonderful that he could trust them to tease but never harm. That was key to why he nodded his head. "Fair play," the man said. "If someone doesn't start shagging me soon, I'm gonna riot!" Rough trade's struggling was noticeably half-hearted. Sweet pepper teased, "I do not think handcuffed reprobates are able to start riots." Fidget suggested, "How's 'bout we let Em and the Clintster just have some fun for a bit? Lick the bad boy 'til he begs for mercy." "Stop mugging me off," the punk boy argued. Kent chuckled. "I keep telling you, rough trade, your bravado was going to get you into trouble." Em caught sight of Clint leaping onto the bed, already on all fours, and giving Rex's crotch a tongue bath. "Oh, you sweet lil bastard," Rex sighed. "Fuck no, that's not fair." Giggling, Em prepared to join the other smaller Brother. Some eyes were glancing at the boy expectantly, and he received words of encouragement. But Em darted over to his carry bag and, with a timid biting of the lower lip, dragged out his cat ears. "Awwwww," Santi squealed, "he's showing us his kitty side!" Grins surrounded the boy as he donned his feline headpiece. Rex was cursing up a storm; that only made Em more excited. He kitty-leapt onto the bed and lapped at the Brit boy's balls. "That's a good kitty boy," Kent said warmly. "You two w-wankers, what're you d-doing to me?" Rex grunted as he half-struggled in his cuffs. Em felt so accepted, to be his neko self, and he mewed in response. Brandon quipped, "That's the closest Rex is gonna get to a pussy. Hey?" The Welsh husband elbowed Russell but noticed he was back to necking with Santi. While the boys tormented the cursing young punker, fidget slipped over to Kent and looked up with an endearing smile. It still amazed the man that the teen dream was part of this. As his confusion and uncertainty had faded, fidget had begun to take on a leadership role with the boys, one even short stack respected. "Hey, coach, I need ta talk to ya 'bout somethin'. Nothin' bad, just got some questions an' you're the one who can answer 'em, but, like, not now 'cause this ain't the time, but later, if it's ok?" "Yeah, of course," Kent replied and pulled them in closer for a kiss. Eventually, rough trade's protests devolved into desperate whimpers. The defiant young punk refused to cry uncle, though, and Kent took pity and gave him the good hard pounding he'd been seeking. Russell sighed into his new boyfriend's eager lips. If the two of them were a drawing they would be surrounded by floating red hearts. All of Antonio Cruz's love songs made so much more sense... "A peck if I dare, Let you know I care / When the rain stops, As sweet as dewdrops / You have gorgeous lips, They were made for kisses / You have gorgeous lips, They were made for kisses." And the simile that began the song: "Like rainwater to a thirsty sailor." Yes, the song "Lips Made For Kisses" was the anthem of his relationship with the gorgeous Latinx boy. Russell glanced over at the two husbands also making out in the middle of the orgy. The usually shy Brother couldn't help himself. "Looks like we both needed a room." He received a wink and a chuckle from Brandon. Despite the slapping sounds of Kent drilling Rex, it still seemed so very romantic with his lover. Suddenly Clint and Em nuzzled against the couple. Russell asked, "Would you like to share with us, my boys?" Santi suggested, "Perhaps you can pleasure our cocks while the two of us kiss?" Both Em and Clint nodded eagerly and got down on their knees. The lovers were gently serviced as they made out passionately. After Rex had been properly fucked by Big, Scott took his turn. The good-natured jockling wasn't dominant by nature, but he was very accommodating and as he did with Brandon, he made sure to give Rex a merciless working over. It was pure heaven for the young rebel and he yelled and cursed out his approval. Then Brandon took his turn, but at the same time, Ryder slipped in and started blowing the trash- talking youth. Rex's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He'd asked for them to take turns, and while Russell and Santiago had yet to join in, the punk knew he wouldn't last anyway. "Fuck!" Rex hissed, thrashing back and forth and the married couple drove him completely crazy. Rex once more counted his lucky stars that Kent had brought him into this boy-sexing nirvana. It was everything he'd ever wanked about. Groaning, the slender tween arched his back as he shot squirts into Ryder's eager mouth. ***** Jacob learned the hard way what people meant by opening night jitters. Not only was Big in the audience, but most if not all of the Brothers, and even more terrifying - his ma. Mentor and mater would both be sitting in the front row. Apparently you weren't supposed to wish the other actors good luck, as ironically it was considered bad luck, so you had to say things like "break a leg." The most uncomfortable part was the makeup. Not that Jacob had any narrow-minded ideas about doing something feminine. As the only Black actor in the troupe, however, he had to modify the so-called standard guide for painting his face. Fortunately, Santi and Em had been a tremendous help in that department, advising him on how to blend so that he didn't wind up looking like a ghost. His character Justin R. Colter was written for a White actor, but as the role was more universal in nature the director only had to make tweaks to the dialogue. The curtain rose. And all those butterflies were magically released. The world around the 13- year-old changed and he became Justin R. Colter. Not just inhabiting the character, he truly WAS that person. Some of the Brothers cheered upon his entrance; however, Justin was able to tune them out. Suddenly, the boys quieted. It became immediately clear this was like watching Antonio Cruz in DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT. It wasn't their bud they had come out to support, he was this flawed and gripping person whose story needed telling. Kent felt Jacob's nerves when the play commenced, just as he saw the boy calm and slip into character. He knew, without question, the young actor was going to nail it. Thumper had set about learning his part with a determination Kent had only previously seen with Scott mastering the plays as QB. Naturally, the blond footballer was there, sitting next to his coach, looking up at the stage with glee as he saw his best friend in the world doing the thing he loved. It wasn't sports, so fidget didn't understand it much, but it didn't matter. It was important to thumper so it was important to the athlete. Clint sat on the other side of his boyfriend, smiling happily. Beyond him were Brandon and Ryder, their laps covered by their coats so they could hold hands without anyone seeing them. Santi and Russell were next, followed by, surprisingly, Rex. The young punk had insisted he had his own stuff to do after receiving an invitation, yet he'd been there with all the others who piled into Kent's SUV. No one had felt the need to question him. Mrs. Reynolds sat on the teacher's other side, her face an unreadable mask. Obviously she was reserving judgment, and Kent could only hope she was keeping an open mind. Her disapproval would be crushing for thumper. Past her was Ms. Bautista, who had been delighted by the invitation from her neighbor. It always made Kent uneasy being around the parents of his boys, but he knew the woman didn't have much of a social life. And Em had been so happy to hear his mom was coming out with him. Kitty boy sat on her other side, bouncing in his seat with excitement. As the play unfolded, Kent found himself impressed with the production values of such a small venue. That, and the talented cast, made the experience enjoyable. By the time intermission came, he was completely enchanted with the story. "Jacob's really good, huh?" fidget murmured as the audience filed out. "I mean, like, REALLY good." "He's my son, of course he's good," Mrs. Reynolds said with the hint of a smile that Kent hoped was a promising sign. Russell was completely captivated by Jacob's performance. He and Santi understood proper theater etiquette and had both helped to quell the raucous Brothers from turning the performance into a sporting event. However, the couple needn't have put too much effort into enforcing manners. It was Jacob's portrayal that had done most of the job. One couldn't take his eyes off the actor - he commanded attention. At first Russell was aware of the elbow-to-elbow contact between Santi and himself. Gradually the blond seventh grader forgot he was in a theater, his mind transported to the world of the play MANIFEST. "I dare say, Jacob's found his calling," Russell contributed to the conversation in the lobby. "This is perhaps the 20th play I've attended," Santi remarked, "and without a doubt it is the best." "Gosh Almighty, Jacob can act," Ryder said with wondrous eyes. "I thought the dude was good at basketball, but this is a whole 'nother level," Brandon stated. "I hope his character's going to be ok," Clint worried. "That's the bell," Russell informed. "We'll find out in Act Two." Kent found the next half even more enthralling than the first. You could hear a pin drop in the theater when thumper had his big scene, which ended with the character of Justin in tears. It was so raw and gut-wrenching that Kent had to suppress his natural urge to run up there and wrap the boy in his arms. When the curtain came down, everyone in the audience surged to their feet and gave the actors their due. The applause didn't die down all through the cast bows. Let off their leash, the Brothers howled, hooted and cheered at the top of their lungs for thumper. Kent was happy to see the African-American thespian glowing from the success. The audience filed out and there was a brief meet-and-greet with the cast. While thumper didn't receive more praise than the other actors, he got his fair share. "My boy," his mother said and pulled him into a hug. "I'm gonna have a lot more to say once I think about it all, but right now just let me tell you how proud I am." Thumper's eyes shone as he hugged her back. "Thanks, Ma." "I have to work early in the morning, so you go and celebrate with your friends." "Ok... Love ya, Ma." "And I have a shift in an hour," Ms. Bautista said. "Thanks so much for inviting me out, Kent." The boys all headed for the gym teacher's car. In the backseat, sweet pepper helped scrape off thumper's makeup while heaping praise on him for his performance. The lanky boy blushed and expressed his gratitude, overwhelmed. They made their way to Pizza Palace for a victory feast, and all of the boys babbled excitedly about the show. Even rough trade let go of his typical cynicism and dropped in a few surprising references like "that Erich bloke was a lot like Puck from MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM." Jacob was riding the high of this magical evening, all thanks to Special K. Never had the youth felt so... connected. His mind had drifted to a place where everything was unfamiliar yet at the same time made sense. An admiration of the tallest order for Big consumed Jacob and practically electrified his whole body. "We can hang out and talk about it," Kent said quietly. There again was that sixth sense the man had about the boys under his care. Obviously Jacob must've been giving off signs he was unaware of. "Yeah, thanks, Special K, I'd like that." "Let me get the check and we'll head out." The Welshes all Ubered from the restaurant with their honorary twin big bro, so it didn't take long for Big to drop off the rest of the Brothers. Em was the last one and both Jacob and Kent made sure the boy was tucked in. It was just the two of them plopping down on the couch in the den with glasses of sparkling water, which they clinked together in a toast. "To a long and successful career as an actor, thumper." "Ma sure was supportive, I never woulda thought she'd be that way, and it's all because of your influence, Special K." Kent smiled and shook his head. "Don't sell yourself short, Jacob. First, you're a good boy. You never give her any reason to worry. That trust is what let her be open to you trying out acting. And the talent you showed on stage, well, how could she not be proud? I might have helped her relax a little, but the hard work was all done by you." Jacob sipped his water and glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye. "Man... I mean, I can't say I'd ever want to take away from Ryder, but if you'd been my Big... Well, I think a lot of things would be different." It still made Kent so angry, thinking of that racist jerk who'd ruined this sweet boy's BBoA experience. "I called the agency, by the way. The guy who let you down, he hasn't applied to be a Big Brother again, but they've noted in the file that he's not suitable." The Black teen's eyes widened. "You.... You did that? For real?" Kent nodded. "No boy should have to face what you did." "Wow..." "Now back to your performance. I think everyone was blown away. Even after all the times I've run lines with you, seeing you actually take on the role was something else. You've got a gift, thumper." The room fell silent. Jacob sensed himself drifting even further into the unfamiliar, and again there was no reason to be afraid or concerned, because everything was as it should be. The eighth grader had a connection to his best buddy, Scott, a solid friendship that would last the rest of their lives. And here now with Kent was another connection. Different, but just as deep. Jacob was on par with Scott. In contrast, Kent was someone to look up to - like a respected director who offered suggestions on a performance that allowed you to be more honest. What was happening in the moment seemed to be both within and without Jacob. A need to express that connection. It was like the outer trapping of the kiss Jacob had experienced with Brandon. Instead here with Kent was an inner need from Jacob to, well, manifest everything he felt about the man. All the baggage of male stoicism fell aside and what was left was an expression of a bond. Which was why Jacob found his lips pressed against Big's. Kent, of course, was surprised by the kiss. He'd wondered if Jacob was entirely straight at first, but as the days had gone on, he'd accepted the lanky boy was indeed hetero, just unusually comfortable around gayness. The teacher did not know what this meant, but he was always careful around the Brothers. So he returned the kiss with gentleness and restraint, letting thumper try this out. Then, when the boy pulled back, Kent let him have his space. The obvious question hadn't been asked by Kent, because it didn't need to be given voice. And, in fact, thumper seemed so confused, or at least overwhelmed, that the man doubted the boy had any answers to give. Finally, Jacob looked up. "Is it weird that I'm turned on right now?" Kent shook his head. "Not really. You're still riding the high from opening night. It's got to have you buzzing. Every time I won a match, I was horny as hell." Thumper looked away. "Huh... Nah, that ain't it." His Adam's apple bobbed. "I think it's you, Special K. The more time I hang out with you, the more, um.... you know... excited... I get around you." Kent's brow furrowed. "I guess it makes sense to be curious, with all the sex going on around you. But I'm not sure it's a good idea to cross any lines you might regret." Thumper's soft brown eyes met his. "Nah, that won't happen. It feels like... like when I went out for the part, ok? Like, I didn't know what I was doing and wasn't sure how to even start, but I knew I had to. It's like, um, like a leap of faith." Kent found himself in something of a quandary, one reminiscent of when he first took Ryder to bed. Rejecting thumper could be crushing to the boy's ego. But doing what he was suggesting could also have grave consequences. "Jacob, if you want to experiment, I think you should feel free to do so, but I'm worried you'll regret it later. Maybe you should try this out with Scott?" The boy actually laughed. "No way. He's like a bro to me. No, I don't want him. I want you. And you gotta know me enough by now to know I'll say stop if I realize I don't like it." Kent couldn't deny that point. "You're sure?" Thumper nodded. "Ya... Ya, let's go. Make love to me, Big." All at once, Jacob received a kiss. To the teen it was affection expressed between males without the artificial fear of intimacy. Yet it was as emotionally charged as that one time the boy had shared a kiss with a girl. Jacob felt so in tune with Kent, their pressed lips confirming his need to show Big how much he was admired, honored, even revered. Special K brought out the best in boys, and while most were gay, it was true there were bi boys like Russell. Lightly the tip of the adult's tongue probed, and Jacob willingly parted his lips, the thick long muscle crossing into the youth's mouth. The two of them made out like they were at inspiration point. If this were any other dude, Jacob might've been repulsed, but this was Special K we were talking about, and it was the perfect way of communicating the reverence Jacob was feeling toward the leader of boys. That light touch returned, but this time it was Big's hand caressing Jacob's thigh over his jeans. Only then did the teen realize his own dick was hard. "Still good?" Jacob gazed upward and gave a nod. "Oh yeah...." Kent wasn't sure how far he would take this. Well, aside from the obvious that he wouldn't go further than the boy wanted. He was acutely aware that at any moment, the red lights could (and probably would) flash. The best thing, as far as he could tell, was to go very slow. The jock ran his hands over thumper's body, over his clothes, letting the tall, slender boy grow used to being touched by a guy. That didn't set off any alarms, which was good. Kent knew he could give Jacob a memorable experience without being overly intimate and that was likely the wisest course of action. They went back to kissing, and the teen surprised him by kissing back with increased fervor, like the nervous curiosity he'd started with had ignited within him a real passion. That was unexpected and welcome and it made Kent relax. "You are a really handsome boy." Jacob blushed a little. "Ya?" "Yes." Kent cupped thumper's chin. "I feel lucky that you want to try this out with me." He trailed a finger over the boy's denim-clad crotch. "Feels good, huh?" "Just got a tingle in the jingle." "We can stop." Jacob took Kent's bigger hand and folded the fingers around the bulge in his jeans. Cautiously the fingertips pressed against his pitched tent. The Black teen moaned like a purring engine. With the unspoken signal given, the fingers cupped Jacob's penis with an over-the-clothes stroke. Jacob leaned upward, and Big - with that sixth sense of his - met the teen's lips. They frenched as the boy's prong was teasingly played with. Braving it, Jacob touched a solid piece that felt like the hard leather of the man's belt. But it was Big's own tool pressed forcefully against the fabric of his pants. A deep groan reverberated in Jacob's mouth as his smaller hand mimicked the stroking. The only boners he'd ever seen were in porn, and maybe once or twice a b-ball player would throw wood in the shower. This was all-man, the desire to connect together with cocks only. Jacob knew in that second he truly wanted to experience having that maleness in his ass. Kent was very in the moment, very into the idea of sharing this special occasion with thumper. But he did not let his awareness slip for even a moment. He was not about to cross any boundaries with the kid. "May I take your clothes off, Jacob? You'll be more comfortable and, well, I've wondered what you look like in all your glory." The tall 13-year-old blushed. "Mmk...." Kent took hold of thumper's tee shirt and slid it up over his head. The man wasn't in any rush, so he just drank in the sight of that flawless dark skin and then leaned in to kiss along the kid's sternum. The intensity of these unfamiliar touches had Jacob sighing and moaning as he closed his eyes. The why of what he was doing was no longer an issue. The youth found himself removing Big's shirt and pressing his lips against the expansive, smooth, manly chest. "Ooooohhhhhh, thumper..." "G-Good, Special K?" "Very good." Tentatively, Jacob placed his hand on the steel pipe trapped underneath the teacher's pants. The rounded end was damp from what must have been leaking precome. The African-American teen gasped when Big returned the favor. No girl had touched him there; actually NO ONE had except for himself when he rubbed one out. There were stories from the Brothers how solid state it felt to be touched by another. Now he understood implicitly. "P-Pretend I'm like Justin when he was carried to the bed in Act II. Except instead of it b-being to let me sleep, strip me n-naked and make love to me." "Ok, lover boy," Kent murmured and picked thumper up and carried him to the bedroom where he finished stripping him down. Yes, Jacob was a gorgeous boy, with faint muscles from all the basketball; long, rangy limbs that hinted at the man he'd one day become, and a smile that begged for kisses. After making out with thumper for a bit, the jock slipped off his own clothes and then lay down for more sensuous kisses and longer caresses. The boy's spike was painfully hard and dripping. "Been wanting to do this for a while." Kent moved down to give the shaft a loving lick. Thumper let out a gasp and panted as the muscled man teased his rod with exquisite expertise. Kent was determined to give the boy as much pleasure as he could so that he would always remember this night with happiness. "Oh! Oh man!" thumper whimpered as he got sucked off for the very first time. Kent brought to bear all his best tricks, including some he'd learned from Clint. Before long, he had the teen squirming in ecstasy. No wonder Jacob had heard all those moans coming from Kent's bedroom! His prick had never experienced such intensity. It was like one of Santi's massages, but a million times more pleasurable. Being connected to Special K, so deep and raw and male, was equally thrilling as the applause during the curtain call. But Jacob also enjoyed the notion of being a sexualized Justin from the play. To be, at the same time, a version of himself: the authentic Jacob imagining himself as Justin. "Big, nnnnnnhhhhhh, Biiiiiig..." "Let yourself cum for me." "Y-You sure?" "I'd love to taste the essence of you, thumper." "Oh God, even h-hearing those words... Mmmm, Special K... Here's m-my come!" Kent swallowed the few bare spurts from the teenager. The teacher rolled onto his side so he could once again glance over the beautiful boy next to him. "Oh man," Jacob said, panting. "Oh man.... Wow..." That made Kent happy. Thumper had trusted him with his innocence and it was wonderful to know he'd given the youth the pleasure he deserved. "Glad you liked it, beautiful boy." The teen smiled dazedly. "Loved it, not liked. Damn, if I'd known it could be that good, I'd've let you turn me gay ages ago." Kent chuckled. "I don't think I did that..." Jacob shrugged. "Naw, I know... Just... I figured I was straight. Even being around all the horn dogs in the Brotherhood didn't get my motor running. But this, here, now...? Fuck, I could do that all day." "Everyone's different, thumper. You might just need more than attraction to get you excited. Some folks need an emotional connection too." "Huh..." The boy looked up at the ceiling. "Huh... Never thought of that... Man, you are one smart cookie, Special K." "I have my moments." Thumper gave him a decidedly seductive look. "Now, how about you get over here and pop my cherry?" Kent had figured that, sated, the sexy teen would be done with their amorous romp, but there was no mistaking the hunger in those brown eyes. The fires of lust burned a little brighter inside the man as he locked gazes with the sweet boy. "You sure?" "Don't I look sure?" Kent nodded and got the lube. "Just remember, you're in charge. Any time you want to stop, we stop." Jacob dropped the scenario of himself as his character Justin sprawled out on the bed, despite the interest deep within his psyche to continue the playacting. At the moment he wanted to be present for the rite of passage all the Brothers had experienced. He sensed Big holding back to see what the boy wanted to do. Kissing would relax Jacob and allow his body to dictate its needs. He crawled on top of Kent and made out, both caressing one another's bodies. It was strange yet wonderful to have the man's hands cup the teen's ass. Fingertips ventured into the crack and had the eager bottom-to-be moaning like an animal. It came to Jacob what he wanted... To ride cowboy style on Big. All at once, the teen sensed the fingertips at his hole were lubricated. A smile formed on his lips. "How'd you slick up your hands without me noticing?" "I'm a boys' man." "You sure are, Special K. Oooohhhhhhhhh..." Jacob stretched upward and rested his knot against the thick bulb on Big's member. "Slowly, lover boy. The beginning might hurt." "Y-Yeah... I've never played w-with my h-hole, so... Daaaamn, you're huge!" "Just relax as best you can." Jacob's hard-on was stroked delicately, which got the teen to relax, but both partners knew it would take a lot of time to introduce that steel pipe. So the Black youth rode ever so slowly, introducing the horse cock incrementally. A few times Jacob hissed, but he assured Special K it was all good. And it was good. Becoming one with Kent was phenomenal even beyond the physical. It almost seemed to be Jacob's sole focus. Until... "Oh god! Is th-that...?" "Your prostate." "Ohhhhhh, fuck... Ooooooohhhh, fuck..." "Your cock's gotten so much harder, thumper." "I... I'm ready. S-Start to..." Kent beamed happily at the look on thumper's face. He'd worried the boy would regret his wish to be deflowered. But the beatific expression on the teen's face spoke volumes on how content he was feeling. Taking the thick erection was no easy feat, but thumper was managing it and loving it. "Easy does it, lover boy. Up and down, that's the way," Kent said, helping thumper start a slow rhythm. The kid's hole was wonderfully tight and the grip on the man's cock was sheer perfection. Kent grunted as the lanky middleschooler slid up and down, getting more and more into himself with each pass until he finally had it all. "Oh fuck... Never expected it to feel this good," thumper panted. "It feels great for me too, lover boy." Thumper shuddered as he rode up and down with increased heat. Now that he'd discovered the pleasures of this act, there was no stopping him. Kent lay back and let thumper set the pace. It was sensuously arousing to watch the teen, to feel him on top. Jacob almost cried with happiness, not simply because he would be able to share the same experience as all the other Brothers, but the connection he had with Kent was so profound that to express it with such raw nakedness was a gift from above. Some part of Jacob knew he'd been missing out, as if he'd been denying himself, yet he was genuinely unaware of his sexuality, and what Kent had said about an emotional connection made so much sense. "Ooooohhhhhhh, Big..." "Thumper, I've felt close to you, and now I feel even closer." "Th-This is beautiful... I love you, my dude." "I love you too, thumper." "S-Stay inside..." "I will." "S-Stay inside after we cum... please..." "We'll stay connected, Jacob." "Oh god, Special K, y-you're solid state... Damn, this is EVERYTHING." Kent reached down to stroke the kid's throbbing stick to help bring him off. That drew a loud moan from the beautiful boy and very soon Jacob was shooting spurts of come onto his chest. "So good," the 13-year-old panted. "Mmmm... yeah," Kent agreed, his whole body tingling as he reached his own powerful climax. Soft groans escaped his lips as the man emptied himself into Jacob's body. The devirginated Brother collapsed atop him, breathing hard and twitching from the aftermath of the experience. "Fuck... I can feel your jizz in me... Man... That was... Oh man..." Kent gave him a tender kiss. "For me too, thumper. You're a special boy and that was a very special experience." Jacob cuddled him. "Yeah... So good... Damn, I can't move." "Well, you don't have to." It had been such a surprise, but so welcome, and Kent couldn't help but bask in the afterglow. It might not happen again, and even if it didn't, that was ok. He was happy to have been Jacob's first. As Kent had learned with his other boys, it was always best to focus on the now.