Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 23:32:01 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 25 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 25 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. ********** The basketball game on TV was winding to a close without Kent MacTiernan having learned what Scott needed to discuss. The fidget spinner had come out again, though, so the coach was reluctant to push. It was just the two of them relaxing together on the Saturday evening. Since the blond middleschooler had said he had "stuff" he wanted to talk about, Kent had made sure to set aside some one-on-one time. "No way he makes that free throw," the 23-year-old teacher said in an attempt to get fidget to speak. "Uh-huh" was all he got back in response. Kent didn't know what was going on. It didn't seem too bad. He could tell when Scott was upset. It felt more like when he'd helped the youth come out to Jacob. Like Scott was stressed but not miserable. But it was impossible to figure out what could be bothering him. As Kent had predicted, the free throw was missed and the game was over soon afterward. The man let the commentators go on about the highlights of the game for a few minutes before turning it off. He went and pulled the football off the shelf and Scott happily got to his feet. Kent tossed the ball to the QB, who caught it easily. "So, what's up?" Scott St. James tossed the ball back, not worried for nothing about smashing anything in Big's apartment on account of him having good control. But what he had no control over was the thoughts in his head that seemed to be going as fast as his fidget spinner. "Ya-no, just got two major things I never told'ja 'bout. I wanted to deal with 'em, but... I kinda need my coach here." "Shoot. I'm all ears." Scott told Big about his reading situation, how the Clintster had found out about it while looking over their Valentine's menu. Kent was all shocked and kicking hisself for not noticing it, but the 13-year-old jock talked about how he hid it real good and not even his bestie Jacob knew. "So, my boyfriend's got me at a Grade 5 reading level 'n' I'm slowin' down my progress. I was, um, thinkin' maybe... uh..." "...of repeating the eighth grade?" "Shyeah, I'm so glad you said it, 'cause it woulda took me all night to get it out." Kent couldn't be everywhere at once. The man knew that, but he still felt like he'd let Scott down. Not as much as the teachers who'd bowed to the pressure of Mr. St. James and passed on a boy who clearly needed help. And certainly not as much as Scott's father himself had. Nonetheless, it was his self-appointed job to look out for these boys and he'd let something huge slip by him. There was no point, though, wasting time beating himself up for it. "Ok, well, I'm proud of you for taking this on. I wish you'd told me earlier, but at least it's out in the open now. I think we'll want to get you into a remedial reading class over the summer and that will help you catch up and be ready for repeating the eighth grade." Scott gave him a sweet smile as he caught the ball. "Thanks, coach. I appreciate ya bein' there for me. Uh, but the thing is, my dad... He's not gonna handle this well." Kent nodded. "Let me think it over. I can probably make the case with the principal that you have to take the year over. If that doesn't work, I'll talk to your father myself." Scott's eyes went wide. "Uh, coach? He don't really like people, you know, tellin' 'im his business." "Well," replied Kent, "maybe it's time someone did anyway." Scott nearly fumbled the ball, but his body knew exactly what to do to compensate. No one ever stood up to his dad, and the whole idea was pretty fucking exciting but also shitting-your-pants scary. At least his reading problem wasn't a secret no more. Just like with his sex preference, once it was out of his head it didn't seem to be as huge an issue. That was the magic of Coach Kent MacTiernan, dude knew what to do to put everything in perspectacle. "Were those the two things you wanted to talk about, Scott?" "Ya-no, no, uh..." Him and Big continued to pass the ball. The need for the fidget spinner was super strong, but Scott resisted. "So, ok, you know 'bout our Welsh kid bro Dix an' Russ' kid bro Christian, I been babysittin' 'em sometimes an' even when all the Welshes are together I'm like the big bro of th' bunch?" "I do." "Well, somethin's kinda... It's like, uh... 'Kay, I'll come right out an' say it, 'cause every time I try to think 'bout puttin' it in words it all just gets messed up in my head. Like, ok, Dix an' Christian are only seven, but Christian at least had this, like, thing that happened with this teenager, this camper, an' Russ says the kid liked doin' naked sex stuff with the guy. An' anyway, I noticed when we're horsin' around they keep checkin' out my crotch." Kent caught the ball and held it, processing what he was hearing. It was vital not to make assumptions, though, so he cocked his head to the side and asked, bluntly, "And you're thinking you might be interested if they're interested?" Fidget nodded and looked down. "Uh-huh... But, I mean, if you don't think I should..." The man considered it. "Russell told me about Christian's encounter and how his little brother isn't upset by it but would actually like to do it again. In fact, I get the feeling string bean wants to bring the kid by here, but I'm just not interested in boys that young." "Oh... So, it's weird or somethin' ta like 'em younger?" "I'd be a hypocrite to say it's weird, Scott." He went over and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're not going to get any judgment from me, ok?" "Thanks, coach." "The thing I will say, you have to be sure it's what they want. Society says boys that young can't know what they want, and I think that's BS. Clint knows exactly what he wants." "He sure does!" fidget said with a grin. "Speaking of whom... Have you talked to him about this?" "Huh? Oh, shyeah, he knows. He thinks it's hot. Don't worry. I ain't cheatin' or nothin'." "Right. So, here's the thing, Scott. If it happens and it makes everyone feel satisfied, that's good. But you have to know it's very risky and if things go wrong, you could wind up in a lot of trouble." Scott nodded like he was totally in tune with Big. "Shyeah, my meat's been wantin' one thing, but seein' you with the Brotherhood I know it's, like, a huge step. Which is why I ain't done nothin' an' wanted to talk to ya 'bout it." "I appreciate that. But it also shows you're being responsible." Scott smiled and was like, "Well, I don't wanna be misresponsible." Kent shook his head. "You boys..." "I'm also thinkin' if Dix 'n' Christian're like this now, they'll prolly one day join the Brotherhood. An' seems they won't get in 'til they're double digits." "If that's the case, yeah, I wouldn't be comfortable bringing them in any younger than that." "It's kinda important ta me them two get devirginated by the genuine oracle, so I wouldn't, y'know... what I do with Brandon. It'd hafta be done by Big hisself." "You've thought this through, I see." Fidget bit his lower lip. "Shyeah, one thing I won't do is force nothin'. An' if it happens, it won't be a reg'lar thing like we do in the Brotherhood. Kinda more once in a blue moon. But, y'know, I just... y'know, them bein' littler, it's just... shyeah, makes my cock hard." Kent smiled and planted a kiss to make sure his QB knew everything was well. It was all he could do - advise and observe. Hopefully, it would work out and everyone would be content. ***** The Brothers all came over on the Sunday. Kent's small apartment was feeling comfortably crowded these days with all his beloved boys hanging out. It wasn't simply a place for illicit sex either. Right then, Scott, Brandon and Ryder were in a battle to save the world from zombies on the Xbox. Santi was in the kitchen trying out a new recipe, with Russell right there helping out. Clint and Em were on one of the couches talking. It felt like a home. The sort of home Kent had always wanted. Jacob Reynolds arrived at the apartment late. He mussed Scott's hair, which made his bestie yowl in protest. The blond tried to retaliate and that got his character killed in the game. "Hey, guys," the Black lanky 13-year-old called out. "Uh, I don't want there to be any mystery or anything. So, um, just to, you know, lay it out there... Kent popped my cherry the other night after the show." The Brothers stopped what they were doing to come in and offer congratulations and some lewd jokes. "Wait, so, you're, like, gay?" Ryder asked. "Nah, I think maybe... bi? Still figuring it out." "Oh!" Scott said, having picked his jaw up off the floor. "You're bicycle, like Russell." The slender blond baseball player grumbled. "Bisexual!" Scott laughed. "I know. Just like messin' w'ya!" Jacob had been nervous before making the announcement he'd had sex with Big, but now he felt a sense of relief. The Brotherhood was built on a foundation of honesty and it seemed wrong to keep what had happened a secret, plus Jacob didn't want to send the message the experience was shameful. In fact, he'd had a few pleasant wanks in the shower thinking of it. He actually couldn't wait to share how happy he was about it with his friends. "Soooooooooo..." Scott began. Jacob blushed. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna s-" "Ya gimme grief for not knowin' who I was..." "Yeah, yeah, I got that coming." Suddenly, Jacob was swooped up in a sea of Brother arms. "Welcome to the club!" "Nice to know you won't be ducking out!" "Yay, another Brother!" "So cool of you, Jacob!" "I'm proud of you, thumper," Big stated with a pat on the back. Russell stared curiously. "How did you know you...?" "Again, it just... I just figured I was straight. Maybe seeing you guys go at it made me curious, I don't know, but not THAT curious, you know? I think Big is right. It wasn't about the sex first, it... it was about having an emotional connection." "I don't understand," Brandon joked. Em pounced on a couch, adorned with his kitty ears. "I know a little about what you're talking about, Jacob. It was like that with me." "I am glad to hear you are living your truth, Hermano," Santi said with a smile. "I think all of our lives have been changed for the better by our beloved mentor, Kent." Kent felt a blush touch his cheeks. "Well, my life has certainly been enriched by you all as well." That inspired an impromptu group hug, which gave the man a rush of feelings he could scarcely put names to. He had never set out to create the Brotherhood and certainly never would have imagined it possible for it to happen anyway, but the reality made him unbelievably happy. "Ok," began sweet pepper, "now that Jacob has made his very important announcement, mi amor Russell has something to tell you as well." String bean blushed and shook his head. "No, it's not a big deal." Sweet pepper sat next to him on the couch and kissed his cheek. "Well, I think it is. I'm proud even if you are not sure what to say." The 12-year-old Latinx boy glanced at them all. "My Russell entered a writing competition at school and he won first place!" Russell Young flashed a shy, grateful smile while the Brothers patted him on the shoulder. The bragging from his boyfriend continued, with the occasional prompting for Russell to contribute. Between the two of them, the anecdote was told of how the formerly judgmental librarian, Marcy, had gone out of her way to be supportive of Russell. She had noticed the busy student writing a story and had encouraged him to submit it to a contest in the youth category. The short story Russell had written was a thinly veiled account of a 13-year-old Mormon boy who'd felt like an outsider with his blood-related brothers and found his place with the fraternal camaraderie in a baseball team. Admittedly the tale had a lot going for it beyond the character's journey, what with attractive elements like religion, family and sports. "You should have seen Marcy," Santi said full of wistful drama, "she rushed up to the table where we were studying and announced in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear that Russell had secured first prize! The other students had to shush HER, if you can imagine the irony." The cheeks on Russell's face burned red, and he kept his eyes downcast with humility, but if he were honest with himself, Santi was expressing the pure joy he felt inside. Kent was pleased for Russell, and fiercely proud. Though still quiet, and very proper, string bean had come so far from the terrified, miserable boy whom the man had gotten to know back in October. He gave string bean a big hug and told him just how pleased he was for him. "It's sorta quiet in here," Brandon observed and everyone took turns congratulating their slender blond Brother. "Oh right, where'd our resident delinquent get ta?" "He's probably off defacing public property," sweet pepper said with a roll of his eyes. Kent shook his head. "No, I think he went into the bedroom. I'll go check on him." It didn't seem noteworthy at the time when Rex had slipped into the bedroom with his phone. But short stack was right. The young punk had been awfully quiet. By now, rough trade should have popped out, naked, waving the handcuffs and telling them to "get their arses in gear." Instead, when Kent opened the door, he saw the boy sitting on the bed, eyes glued to his screen. That was odd all by itself, since the 12-year-old with red-blue dyed hair wasn't one of those kids who couldn't live without his phone for more than a minute. "You ok, rough trade?" The UK Brother didn't answer. He looked tense, his face scrunched up in a way Kent had never seen before. Worry settled over the man when the boy didn't immediately respond. "Rex?" "Huh? Oh... Yeah... I just... This fucking BS popped up in my feed..." Rough trade's phone displayed an article on a major deal that had been brokered recently between Jameson holdings and some other Wall Street heavy hitter. Kent had found out that Rex's dad was a titan in the world of the rich and powerful, but this information was kept quiet at the boy's request. Rex Jameson fumed, "The knob head was only an hour away." He should've been used to the dickishness, but still... It was one thing for his old man to live across the pond and ignore him, but to be a short plane hop away and not call was a new low. "I didn't even know he was in the country. He could've come and seen me or, you know, something. But he didn't even bother. Fucking bastard." The punker wasn't even sure why he was so brassed off or even surprised. But for some reason, the shock of discovering his father had been nearby had knocked him off his rhythm. The fact he now only learned his old man was in the States the same way everyone else had was a slap in the face. As if he didn't even rate a heads up from the old man's secretary? How fucked up was that? Kent had a particularly low opinion of rough trade's dad. Of course, he didn't tell Reginald Jameson Sr that, not that someone so high and mighty would care what a middle school gym teacher thought. Beyond that, though, the mentor knew it wasn't his place. "Maybe once he's finished his deal, he'll drop by," Kent suggested. Rex shook his head. "The bloody plonker's already back in England... " He shrugged one shoulder. "Not like I care." Because he didn't. Not at all. Kent sat down beside rough trade. "You have a right to be upset. Maybe he had a good reason?" Though doubtful, it was at least possible. "If it bothers you, then you have a right to ask him why." Rex eyed Big for a second. "I do?" The Brit boy was so used to people telling him to respect his father and understand how busy he was and how important he was that it was surprising to hear he actually had a right to be pissed. Like his feelings mattered. "Yes, absolutely." Rex nodded, a frown forming. "Yeah, you're right." Because being upset beat the weaker feelings clawing their way into his guts, Rex dialed his phone and put it on speaker. Right, it was time for his old man to hear from his kid and know this kind of shit wasn't cool. Kent was spot on. The Jameson offspring had to put his foot down and show he wasn't some weak-ass bitch. It was one thing for his dad to exile him to America and drop him on his aunt's doorstep like a damn foundling, but for fuck's sake, they were still father and son. "Junior? Why are you calling me this late?" the old man asked, his voice harsh and his words clipped. And like that, the icy tone of his father's voice turned the rebellious boy's bravado to dust. "Uh, I, uh... You were in the States, and, uh, well, not far from here..." Kent had never seen rough trade so flustered. He took the boy's hand and held it. To his surprise, the tough Brother held onto it for dear life. "Yes, I had an important business deal to complete." Rough trade swallowed. "Uh-huh... I just... You didn't visit me..." "It was a very short trip, junior." The punk boy nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "Yeah... Yeah, ok. Um, so, I was thinking, uh, for summer, perhaps we can go on holiday, just you and me-" "Son-" "You said if I kept my grades up - and I have - that I could come home for the summer." "The thing is, son, this deal I've closed is going to be keeping me very busy for the rest of the year. I don't think I will be able to get away." Rex blinked a few times, eyes shining. "But you said-" "Son, it's late and I have a very important meeting tomorrow. I'll ring you in a few days and we can discuss this some more." "Uh, ok, yeah, I, uh-" The line clicked. For a long, silent moment, Rex stared at the phone in his hand. Then he tossed it aside and drew his knees up to his chest. He felt cold all over. "Man, thank fuck I'm off the hook, right? Going back home would eat into my dicking time for sure." "Rex..." "Who the fuck needs that guy?" The boy's lip trembled. "I'd r-rather be h-here anyway..." Rex was wrapped in Big's arms and held tight. His gut reaction was to resist, so he tensed and tried to pull away. But the man's grip remained firm and the urge to squirm away passed in seconds. The hug felt GOOD. This was what the boy needed, even if he didn't want to admit it. He clung to the jock and shook as he cried. Though Rex never wanted to let anyone see him like this, Kent made him feel safe. "Why am I not good enough for him?" Kent's heart broke for rough trade. The man knew what it was like to be snubbed and rejected by your parents. There wasn't anything worse for a child to have to go through. He wished there was some way to make it all better, but only time would do that - and all the love he and the Brotherhood could offer. "Listen here, Rex, you're awesome. You've got a wicked sense of humor, you're damn smart, even if you don't want anyone to know it, you care more than you let on and you're good - you always stand up for what's right. If your dad can't see that and appreciate you for what you are... then he's a failure as a parent." Rex trembled and cried for another minute before quieting down. "I wish my dad was like you." That made Kent smile. "Well, I may not be your family by blood, but I'm always going to be there for you, ok? Every step of the way, no matter how much of a pain in the butt you are." That got a bit of rough trade's rakish smile back. "Yeah? I enjoy a challenge." "Well, you can try, but like I said, I'm always going to be in your corner." Rex was always shocked by the man's boundless heart. It was so peculiar, really. The teacher was a definite boy-fucking perv of the first order, but he also cared about them all. In his life, Rex had never encountered an adult who hadn't let him down, but he was honestly starting to think Kent never would. "Hey, Mac, don't tell any of the lads I got all emo on you, ok?" Rex said, wiping his eyes. "Your secret is safe with me." The punker got up, the mask sliding firmly into place. "I didn't miss the orgy, did I? 'Cause my balls sure are aching." "No, just some stuff with your Brothers. You can ask them about it." Thank fuck the big bloke didn't insist on more feely-mopey shit, because Rex was done. His father didn't give a shit about him? Well, the son would simply not give a shit right back, only even more. "Like how you plowed Jacob's arse?" "You heard that?" Rex rolled his eyes. "Oh, like it takes a genius to see the way he's been eying you. Like you're the Second Coming. Or second CUM-MING! Hah!" Jacob startled when Big emerged from the bedroom with Rex, prompting Scott to declare, "Let the orgy begin!" The automatic reflex would have been to jump up and head for the front door with the legitimate excuse of rehearsal. But with the play underway and the Sunday show scheduled for much later tonight, Jacob was left feeling raw and nervous. "I'm so glad you don't hafta go," Clint said rather sweetly and punctuated his statement with an affectionate hug. The gesture did make a difference, as Jacob tried to acclimatize himself to this new reality of being... what? gay, no. bi, maybe. dude who was sexually confused, definitely. "Thumper," whispered their adult jock leader, "if you'd be more comfortable, some of the Brothers have had more of one-on-one time to help ease them into a group experience." "I-I'd like that, Special K," Jacob replied under his breath. "Oh, Jacob, please, please, can I go with you?" "Big mouth, remember no one should feel pressured." But Jacob finally saw first hand the famous puppy-dog eyes of Clint and he would have to be an unfeeling jerk to say no. "Well..." "That's ok, Jacob, Big's right, I'm sorry." "I... I can try," Jacob offered, "but you won't be offended if I-?" Clint said with a smile, "I won't, you can send me off to the orgy, it'd be ok." "I call double team on the pitcher," Rex brazenly announced. "The quarterback and I are gonna spitroast the sexy little sod." Brandon Welsh almost objected. He was thinking he might pull Ryder over to the couch and make out for a good long while. But then the pitcher remembered how he'd been getting at the games, taking on too much, acting like he was in charge. He realized he needed a good fucking. Ryder seemed to sense his thoughts. "Go on, have fun. I wanna teach the kitty boy a few things about sucking." The two husbands kissed sweetly and then Brandon let himself be dragged away by the insistent punk. There was something a little off about Rex, but Brandon couldn't put his finger on it. And, again, he reminded himself to let go and just have fun. He needed this. Scott bent him over the arm of the couch and said. "Ready, slut?" Before anything could be said, Rex plugged him from the other end and that was all there was to that. The two Brothers began using Brandon just as he needed and all his stress and cares melted away. Ryder, meanwhile, got Em into a 69 position on the floor where he could teach the newest Brother a few of his best tricks. Russell and Santi took the other couch with the Hispanic youth straddling his boyfriend's lap. In short order, he had the blond boy's erection embedded in him and he sighed in bliss. Ryder Strauss never really understood what separation anxiety meant, but him and Brandon had spent so much time together having sex it felt like they were being ripped apart or something. Like Ryder was only one half of a person. The spiky-haired 11-year-old blond realized his feelings for Brandon were just as deep as his husband's were for him. It was sadly sweet that Em kinda picked up on Ryder's mood and suggested, "If you want to go with Brandon, that's ok." Instantly Ryder regretted making the 10-year-old Brit-Filipino sorta insecure and he smirked like a big brother does to reassure a little brother. "And miss out having fun with, like, a cute kitty cat? I'm gonna show you stuff that'll make you purr." That put a smile on Em's face and it was pretty sexy to think those little lips would be parted soon to make way for Ryder's boner. Sixty-nining with Em was such a different experience. The two of them being almost the same size meant they were perfectly aligned. Ryder was so used to Brandon having to kind of scrunch up his body since he was a head taller. Both husbands liked how Ryder was short for his age so that the tween baseball player could be the man of the relationship. Even Clint was starting to shoot up and would probably get more taller even though Ryder was supposed to be a big bro to the fifth grader. It didn't bother Ryder he was shorter. His big win way back during the wrestling match with Scott only made it more sweeter that he was able to pin the star quarterback of a middleschool football team. Probably Ryder was destined for the lower-end college weight classes like 125 lb or 133 lb, but maybe if the future grappler packed on muscle he could make weight in the 141 lb class. "'Kay, Em, so everybody's different, and I like being sucked right to the base like you're drinking from a straw, but don't worry about doing it perfect and just, like, enjoy yourself, 'kay?" That got the most sweetest, shiest, cutest nod from the boy in the cat ears. "Ok, Ryder." "And I heard from a little BJ birdie you like it with extra spit and sucking in small waves." With that Ryder went down on Em and felt the boy below latch onto his own eager hard-on. In the bedroom, Kent was still figuring Jacob out, so he was planning on taking things nice and slow like last time. That was, apparently, not the plan. Thumper got naked in a flash, even before big mouth. The two lovely boys grinned at each other and then glanced over at the man standing before them. "What you waiting for, Special K?" thumper asked. Big mouth giggled. "Yeah, come on! It's more fun naked." Kent smiled and peeled his clothes off. Pulling both boys to him, the teacher gave each of them long, deep kisses as a reminder they were his boys and he cared about them. Thumper tasted of root beer. Big mouth was more like strawberry, which meant he'd found a new flavor of jawbreaker. "Damn, he's good at that," thumper breathed when he was released from the kiss. "Yeah, right? Kent taught me everything when we were boyfriends, and he was always super nice about everything, even when I couldn't get all of him into my mouth, because, you know, that's the sort of guy he is and he never pushed or asked for anything I didn't want to do-" Thumper stopped the boy in his tracks with a tender kiss. "Scott's right. You can get going, huh?" Big mouth laughed. "Sometimes..." Thumper gave Kent a sidelong look. "You reminded me there was something I didn't get to do last time. And I hear you're the expert, Clintster. Wanna show me how to suck that big fuckstick of his?" He winked at the muscled jock's surprise. "This way, if I'm totally bad at it, the master is here to make up for it." "That sounds great, boys." Kent reclined on the bed, leaving plenty of room for the pair to get comfortable. Clint Welsh climbed eagerly between his ex-partner's legs. He'd been excited about the possibility of Jacob joining in all the Brotherhood games, and now it was him showing his boyfriend's bestie how to go down on what Ryder had once called a "gigantor wiener." "So, you gotta relax your throat even when you're taking in the jawbreaker and licorice." "Jawbreaker? Licorice?" Kent smiled. "Those are big mouth's words for 'cockhead' and 'shaft.'" "Maybe, Jacob, I'll just show you." With that Clint opened wide and easily mouthed the jawbreaker, the spurter leaking out a steady supply of pineapple juice. The 10-year-old boy was so used to giving adult BJs he was able to deep throat right to the red cotton candy. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Holy fuck, Clint, that's..." "Amaaaaaazing, I know, thumperrrrrrrrr..." Clint beamed with pride as he bobbed on the super-hard licorice, glugging down the pineapple juice, letting the spurter go right into his throat. After a good sucking he decided to let Jacob have a turn. "'Kay, so just do what you can," the preteen oral expert said, "and I'll lick Big's gumballs, 'cause he likes 'em played with while he's getting sucked." Jacob felt both out of his element and right at home, which again reminded him of his first time on the stage. All of this was so new and different and outside of his experience, but it was also exciting and hot. His first taste of a dude's penis was a revelation. The rich, bitter fluid leaking freely from the tip was so much better than he'd imagined it would be. But the best part was the sounds they were getting from Special K. The guy had worked so hard to make Jacob's first time amazing, the teen wanted to give some of that pleasure back. "Yeah, just relax your throat," Clint chirped as the newer Brother took a few inches of the man's huge erection between his lips. "It's tough at first, but you get used to it." Jacob hummed in satisfaction as he began sucking. Yeah, he could definitely see himself getting used to this! Kent moaned, "That's so good, boys. Thumper, you look so sexy like this. Big mouth, you just get better and better." That was what Jacob admired about the man. He was so free with his heart. He never failed to encourage and compliment the Brothers. The teen had never met his father, had never had someone to look up to, but he knew now what it was like to have a male figure in his life worth emulating. After a few minutes, Jacob took a break and Clint replaced him on sucking. The boy was obviously some sort of savant, the way he took that monster all the way down to the base. It was an incredibly erotic sight, more so than he'd thought it would be. "Sorry, Special K, my jaw's a bit tired. But I liked doing that!" Between pants, Kent murmured, "You never have to do more than you're comfortable with, lover boy." "Hee! You really are in the club," Clint said. "You only get called that once you've been in this bed." Kent suggested, "How about you ride me like before, thumper. Just face the other way, so big mouth can show off his talents for you." "Oh, wow, that sounds awesome!" Jacob said. "Yeah, let's do it!" Clint agreed. The Welsh little brother released Big's licorice from his mouth and saw his spit get mixed with lube. No longer did he feel jealous of other boys who got to experience the joys of being penetrated. It made Clint happy to watch Jacob mount himself on the spit-lube pole. "Ohhhhhhhh, Kent... Clint... I f-feel so close to you b-both..." Jacob groaned as the licorice slowly disappeared up his sinking bum. "We love you, thumper," Big grunted. "Thank you for letting me be here to make you feel even gooder," Clint smiled. It was nice to have Jacob's hands rest on his shoulder and play with his hair as Clint took the cute African-American's licorice into his mouth. The size was about the same as Scott's and Santi's, yet as Jacob rode Kent, the stiff hose seemed to harden and inflate even more. The fun part for Clint was finding out what to do to make Jacob moan from a hummer. But the boy also knew it would be a challenge, since the Brother was getting it from both ends. "Ooohhhhhhhhh, dudes, I f-feel like... mmmmmmm... someone else... like... an astronaut... so weightless... ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh god." Both Clint and Big let Jacob take his time, savoring the experience, getting lost in the anal and oral stimulation, being overwhelmed by males pleasuring males. "MmmMMMMMMmmmmmm, Cliiiiinnnnnnnt..." After some time, Clint discovered at least one thing Jacob liked, which interestingly was the same as Russell - having his balls licked every so often between the sucking. "Good?" Kent asked. "Trust, this is... solid state," Jacob said with ragged breaths. "We're here for you, thumper. Both big mouth and I have got you." "Love you, dudes." "We love you too, thumper." "We really do, Jacob." That sent the bottom boy over the edge and Clint tasted the powerful spurts which were rich and creamy like his jock boyfriend's. The top of Clint's head was kissed by Jacob, and Big sat up and kissed the back of Jacob's neck. "Hold me, please," Jacob whimpered. Both Clint and Big hugged the Black eighth grader tight until the shudders stopped and with smiles the three kissed together on the lips. ***** The week went by fast and it was Friday night at the Welsh house. Brandon was sort of left in charge, with their mom off at a pottery class. But he'd quickly given up the top spot to Scott so as to keep himself in the right headspace. His honorary Welsh twin bro said, "We're goin' out back so I can teach the midgets how ta handle the ball." Brandon saw the excitement on Dix's and Christian's faces and he frowned a bit. "How come you never look excited when I offer to play catch?" "'Cause football is cool and baseball is dumb," Dix said. Before Brandon could dole out the needed noogie for that bit of brattiness, Scott swooped in. "Uh-uh, Little D, that's a penalty for ya!" Dix squealed while being scooped up by the blond Welsh big bro. The boy's shirt rode up as he was hoisted into the air, which made it easy for Scott to blow a raspberry on the exposed bellybutton. The dweeb laughed out a protest, which to Brandon meant it wasn't much of a punishment, but Scott was in charge, so... "Baseball's not dumb," Christian said, giving his best buddy a light punch on the shoulder. "My brother plays baseball!" "Whatever!" Dix said and ran outside. Scott grabbed the football from his bag and followed the boys out. Him and Brandon exchanged a little smile, and the pitcher offered a nod of thanks. Clint came out of his room, saw what was going on and started to follow. Brandon asked, "Did'ja get your book report done?" "Man!" the little Welsh brother complained. But he stomped back to his room to finish his homework. "Finally," Brandon said to his husband. "Alone at last." Ryder settled on the sofa for a makeout session, but after a single kiss, he was eased back by the older boy's gentle yet firm hands. Before Ryder could say a word, his lips were sealed by a pressed finger. "I wanna share my special somethin' with ya," Brandon said with a warm smile. "Still not all that great at it, but I can't wait no more, gotta do it now, kid." "What is-?" Again, his lips were sealed by Brandon's finger. "Listen." Puzzled, Ryder watched his husband reaching behind the sofa and producing... a guitar. "Whoa..." "Don't expect much, ok, but this comes from the heart. Me and Antonio Cruz wanna tell ya somethin'." And with that, a hand strummed the guitar. Ryder was in awe. Maybe it wasn't professional or anything, but it actually sounded pretty good. In fact, the mesmerized 11-year-old squealed when he recognized the opening chords to... to... "Lips Made For Kisses"! Brandon's voice sang with a softness and earnestness that Ryder would never have imagined possible. "Like rainwater to a thirsty sailor You know what I want / I'm not one to flaunt The storm I don't mind / For I know I'll find Running helter-skelter / You who are my shelter "Ohhh oh oh ohhhhhhh / Ohhh oh oh ohhhhhhh "A peck if I dare / Let you know I care When the rain stops / As sweet as dewdrops "Ohhh oh oh ohhhhhhh Ohhh oh oh ohhhhhhh..." The strumming was cut short as Brandon assessed the frets. "Sorry, this part always trips me up. Here we go." The handsome, brown-eyed, dark-haired, tanned seventh grader looked once again into Ryder's eyes and sang... "You have gorgeous lips / They were made for kisses You have gorgeous lips / They were made for kisses" Ryder almost died right then and there. This gift was better than anything he could have ever dreamed of. His heart beat with the rhythm of the song. The sixth grader didn't think he could love his husband any more than he did, but what he was experiencing was love beyond anything in this world. Brandon was relieved that Ryder enjoyed his attempt to be romantic. It wasn't something he knew a lot about. Well, he'd learned from Kent, but that was it. His parents were almost never in the same room, and when they were, there was no mushy stuff. In fact, Brandon was sure his dad would be disgusted by any show of romantic feelings. Lieutenant Welsh was a man's man. "I love you so much," Ryder said and kissed him thoroughly when the song was over. Brandon was all, "Love you too. It actually hurts when you're not 'round." "I know what you mean," Ryder replied and kissed him again. "I just... I dunno. I mean, ya, I know you know I love ya, but I don't want you to ever think I take you for granted or nothin' 'cause you're the most important person in the world to me an' I want you to know it and-" Ryder silenced him with a kiss. "I love it when you start Clinting." "When I what?" "Clinting. You know, running your mouth like the Clintster." "I don't!" Brandon protested and then paused. "Ok, sometimes." "I love you and you're super duper important to me and I don't ever for a second doubt you love me," Ryder told him. "And Romantic Brandon is like wowmazing! I love seeing that side of you. But you know I love Tough Boy Brandon too, right? He always makes me feel safe." "Ya? I hope so. 'Cause you are. I'd never let nothin' happen to you." Ryder shivered when his husband took the younger boy in his arms and planted the most lovingest kiss. They were alone and would be fine, so it was time to throw caution to the wind, to be their authentic selves. "Make love to me right here." To his delight, Ryder was stripped down by Brandon, who then shed his own clothing, all the while locked together in a passionate kiss. Brandon commanded, "Close your eyes." Ryder complied, and he heard Brandon hurry off and then return for another round of kisses. The dedicated top, of course, had secured some lube and was squirting it on his raging hard-on. "I love you so much, kid." "That song, thank you, my love." "I'm gonna learn more and serenade ya." "How'd I end up with the most romanticest guy in the world?" Brandon entered him and Ryder gasped. Right there in the Welsh living room they made love and when Ryder came he saw stars. ***** Hudson Keller was with Derrick II watching lazy Saturday afternoon porn when a video call came in from his best friend. "Hey, Ryderrrmmmmm!" twitched the curly-haired 11-year-old. "Hudson! Hi! Is that Derrick II?" Derrick II was the college friend of Hudson's actual older sibling, Derrick. Back before the boy had moved, Hudson had told Ryder and Kent about his fantasy of having a bossy big brother who'd get his rocks off on his lil bros. The thing was, the original Derrick was straight but a total gay ally. And he'd made friends with a guy also named Derrick, but to avoid confusion the friend was called Derrick II. It turned out Derrick II was gay and when he found out about Hudson's kink he was all in. Ryder had first noticed Hudson naked and on all fours on the boy's bed. Next the voyeur had realized a muscled dude's naked body was overtop, face off-camera, voice grunting, thick shaft thrusting. "Yo, Ryder," went the deep voice. Hudson tried to carry on a regular conversation. "My big brother said I could talk to you nnnhhhhhh but only if I let him finish." "Hot! Give it to him, D-2." The voice got all fake gruff. "Twerp, stop clenching and lemme in that hot hole." Hudson said, "Sorry, big brother." "Muuuuuuch better. Now, talk to your little friend while I get myself off and fill your lil bro ass full of jizz." Hudson went, "Nnnnggghh guess what, Ryder, me and Derrick II are coming to visit!" "No way, you're not being a fooler?!" "All of Julyffffffffffffffffffmmmmmmm we'll be there. Me and my big brother'll be couchsurfing between Brandon's and Kent's!" "Whoa! I can't, like, wait to see you!" The top dude's face dipped down, making the sexy smile visible. "Looking forward to meeting you in person, Ryder." Then all gruff he said, "A little brother's ass is good for one thing only: getting off my cock." Hudson groaned as his fake - but still very real - big brother continued to pound his tingly bottom. Literally he'd just been thinking he should call Ryder when his best friend called him, which made it even more specialer, knowing they were still connected despite being so far away. "I can't wait to meet you too!" Ryder said back. "And you can, like, stay at my place also!" "We didn't wanna impose or anything," Hudson said like an apology. "Big had called to see if everythingmmmmmm was ok and we'd just found out hunh hunh we could go on a trip, so he offered his place and Brandon was therrrrrrrrre and was all 'you're a Welsh and need to come home too' and I asked Brandonnnnnnnnhhhhh not to tell you, 'cause I wanted to tell you myself." "Of course you gotta stay with me too!" his bestie said with a grin while also obviously tugging himself down there, being that he was a watcher. "Yay! I can't waaaaaait!" Hudson cheered. "Hurry up, stupid school, finish so I can, like, see my best bud in the universe and his bossy big bro!" While panting and moaning, Hudson explained that Big said Derrick II might be able to help out with the Brotherhood as an honorary "Senior Big." That if there were Brothers who were into Hudson's kink they could join in. Like Clint and Brandon. Or Russell. Even maybe Rex. Ryder's arm shot into the air. "And me and me!" The sexy lips dropped down again and were like, "Another little brother fucktoy to use, can't wait." Ryder explained while still lazily jacking, "I should say me and Brandon are kinda more doing our own thing, like just being together, even during the orgies." "How's married life?" asked Derrick II's lips. "Real good!" went Ryder. "Last night Brandon finally sprung his secret surprise. He sneak attacked with a song he's learning on the guitar. Get this - he serenaded me with 'Lips Made For Kisses.'" "Awwwwwmmmmmmmmmmnn, Brandon's so romannnnntic," Hudson said all dreamy. "I know, for a tough guy he can be real mushy." "I'm about to nut," growled Derrick II's lips, "and I'll let you finish chatting with your little friend... HnnNNNnnNNNUUUUNNNNNNHHHHH!" That sent Ryder over the edge and he also came along with his pal and his pal's big bro. After Derrick II crawled off to go shower and left an obvious spooge-filled gaping hole, the tween friends talked and giggled about all the stuff they could do on the upcoming trip. ***** Kent was sure Scott had good news to report. The blond middleschooler was bouncing off the walls with excitement, but not nervously working his fidget spinner. The coach loved seeing the studly QB so happy. Fidget really was a born leader. And part of that was taking care of people. So he deserved to have his fantasies come true. "Shyeah, it was, like, whoa and totally amazeballs and just so different than the other sex stuff I done, but the same, y'know?" fidget babbled as he tossed the ball to Kent. "Solid state, in a different way. I mean, havin' them kids trust me an' wanna do things was such an amazin' feeling!" Upon entering the apartment that Sunday eve, the athletic youth had quickly stripped off, like the clothes were too constraining in his state of excitement. His rock-hard erection only confirmed the mindset he was in. "Ok, Scott, how about you start from the beginning?" suggested Kent, catching the ball easily. He, too, was naked, following Scott's cue. "Ok, ya, like, so.... Um, it was Friday night. I think I said that already. Anyway, Brandon needed some alone time with his hubby so I took Dix an' Christian out back to play catch. That led to some tacklin' 'n' stuff which kinda got me worked up, right? But I remembered what'cha said so I was tryna be careful an' make sure the runts were ok. An' anyway, after we played for a bit, I told 'em they had ta have their bath an' get their jammies on. Dix, well, y'know how he is. Real independent an' everything. He said he was a big boy an' didn't take baths no more an' he'd shower later. Christian, though, he said he'd take a bath long as I helped 'im get clean." "Wow," Kent commented, "I guess that boy is a bit more advanced than other seven-year-olds." "Ya-no, uh-huh, like I said, he's done stuff before. When we went into the bathroom he wasn't shy AT ALL. So, that Friday night..." * ...Scott barely had the bubble bath poured into the water when little Christian came in and stripped hisself naked. It was a sight to behold. The babysitter couldn't help but compare the youngest Young brother with his older sibling. The little one was thin as a rail, like Russ, but his skin was a few shades darker, like he spent more time in the sun. "Thanks for helping me," Christian went and stepped over to the tub. "Baths are boring all alone." Scott swallowed hard and picked the boy up, his fingers tingling at the contact with bare flesh. Carefully, he placed the nude boy in the water. "Um, not too hot, is it?" The blond youngster shook his head. "It's perfect." He bit his lip and then said super fast, "You're the handsomest boy I've ever seen." His cheeks went red. "Um... I hope that's ok to say." Scott grinned. "Well, you're a cute boy, so that means a lot ta hear ya say that." Christian eased down into the suds. "You don't think it's strange for a kid like me to talk like that? My brother keeps telling me I need to grow up more before I say big boy stuff." "Ya-no, Russ' heart's in the right place, but if you feel it, then it's cool to say it. At least with me. I was hopin' ya thought that." "Oh yeah, you're even dreamier than... Um... There was a big boy, at summer camp. We, um, did naughty stuff together." Scott was glad he didn't have to say he'd already been told that story. "Oh ya? 'Ja like bein' naughty?" Christian giggled, his cheeks getting redder. "Uh-huh." Making his decision, Scott stripped off his clothes and got in the tub behind the youngster. "Then it's ok if I wanna be naughty with you?" There was a nerve-wracking pause that seemed to drag on forever. "Y-Yeah... If you want to..." "Only if you wanna," Scott said all reassuring-like, tickling Christian's bare sides, making him squeal with laughter. The adorable blond second grader wriggled out of Scott's grasp and spun around, a big smile spread across his little face. What caught the young teen's eye was the kid's mini-boner. As a quarterback he'd faced down linebackers charging straight at him, but all them times on the field didn't compare to the adrenaline pumping through the athlete's body at the sight of that hairless lil nub. The preteen hottie giggled, "You're hard just like that camper was." "Ya-no, wanna touch it?" Scott offered. The sweetie nodded, mega eager, so the teen spread his legs to provide easy access. Even though the boy was supposed to be experienced, Christian still got way shy while scooching closer to Scott's crotch. But soon as the kid got to where he was going, his tiny hands reached out and gently wrapped around Scott's leaking prick. "OOOooooOOOoooo, squirt." "You've got a nice one, Scott." "So do you. I'd like ta touch yours." "If you want to." Scott held his breath and almost like placing a hand on a butterfly he held the rock-hard cocklet in his fingers. All at once Christian gasped like he'd been hit with a lightning bolt. Scott looked on with a playful smirk. "Y'ok, ya lil rascal?" Christian could barely speak. "I never... wow..." "...been touched?" "It's the first time." Those words almost made Scott jizz. Being one of Christian's firsts was about as exciting as actually feeling a lil boy's wienie. He got them both to stroke each other's boners. This must be what Big went through having a smaller hand on his huger sausage, while his own adult hand practically made a boy's wiener disappear. Scott moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Uncertain yet hopeful, Christian looked up. "I'm doing a good job?" "Feels soooooooooooooo good. You're like a handjob master." That got the sweet boy all giggly and it was infectious 'cause Scott joined him with chuckles. The two were having so much fun and got so lost in their play they forgot about the other second grader in the house. Dix suddenly burst through the bathroom door and was all, "What're you guys doing?!" But the preteen stopped dead when he saw what was happening. His eyes were big as saucers realizing their babysitter was NAKED in the tub! "Ch-Christian...?" The blond youngster glanced over at his friend. "Um..." Scott wasn't the smartest dude in the world and he knew it, but he was able to figure out the situation anyway. Dix didn't look grossed out, he looked jealous. And the loose shorts did not hide what had to be a little stiffie between the kid's legs. WHAT WOULD KENT DO? was the question that popped in Scott's mind. And he realized he had the answer. Be patient, be honest and be kind. "Hey, Little D. We're just havin' a bit of fun. You can join us, if ya want. But you don't gotta." "Please, Dix?" Christian begged. "I promise it's super fun." The Welsh kid bro stared at them for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. His eyes darted from Scott to his best friend to the floor and back to Scott in an endless circle. The silence was awkward, kinda painful, until the tyke went, "Promise?" "Scout's honor!" Christian said. "Shyeah, you never gotta do nothin' ya don't like," Scott assured him. Dix closed the door and padded over. His clothes dropped to the tile floor 'til he was down to his undies and then, after a second, he whipped them off and jumped into the water before Scott could get a proper look. The sitter smiled as the splash sent water everywhere. "I was just gonna kiss your BFF here," Scott said. "You can watch and if it seems like fun, I'll kiss you after, ok?" Before there was even an answer, Scott practically got tackled by Christian coming up right into his face. "I-I never kissed before." The teen was literally woozy from horniness at the idea of being another one of Christian's firsts. "Ew, are you guys really?" Dix asked, trying to sound disgusted but if you paid attention you could also hear curiosity. "It's just bein' friendly is all," Scott tossed at the dark-haired lil toughie before turning back to the googly-eyed blond, who was already puckering up. Scott's kickstand throbbed as their lips met. Tiny boy petals pressed against his larger teen fronds. The urge to french was powerful, but this was all supposed to be good and memorable for the little guys. And Scott would do everything to make it just like that for the pair. So the teen kissed all tender and, gawd, it was hot when Christian squeaked with excitement, "Oooohhhhh, that was nice, Scott." The footballer spoke in a low, macho voice to Dix, "See, just bein' friendly." "I wanna be friendly too!" Dix demanded, swimming up next to his best friend. Both Scott and Christian snuck a peek at Dix's firecracker and, shyeah, it was just as hard as the other two peckers in the tub. Gently, but with the same mega hotness he'd shared with Christian, the popular middleschooler kissed his Welsh kid bro on the lips. There was a moment of startled surprise from Dix and then the boy seemed to just melt in his arms. The dark-haired beauty positively swooned. And then, with out-of-control hormones, Scott touched the boy's steely cocklet and Dix shivered all over, thrusting his narrow pelvis forward. "Like that, huh?" the quarterback breathed and the boy nodded all helpless. Scott had one hand on Dix and one on Christian and both boys were shuddering in kiddie pleasure as their babysitter played with their tiny wieners. His littlest bro looked amazed and overwhelmed, like he couldn't believe how good he felt, while the blond cutie seemed blissful and joyous. "It's ok if you buddies do it to each other too, but, like I said, it's also ok if you don't, just do what feels good," Scott suggested. Dix looked at him, kinda cross-eyed from the pleasure he was getting. Then he glanced at his best friend, who nodded with a dazed smile. Still not too sure, the pair of preteens started kissing while Scott kept stroking their hard stubs. Once the two pint-size charges relaxed into the new world of forbidden pleasure their babysitter was introducing them to, Scott took their little hands and moved them to his own aching pole. Dix didn't know what was expected of him, but Christian did and when the blond cutie started stroking, his BFF followed suit. The friends kept kissing, whimpering softly as they worked clumsily on Scott's major wood, while he continued to stroke them. It was so intense, Scott was sure he was gonna lose control. He focused on the two lovely boys in the water to hold off the need to spunk, but it was a battle. Then Christian broke the kiss with his friend and glanced timidly at the babysitter. "Um.... I wanna... Um... Can we...?" Scott licked his lips. "You wanna do more?" The stripling nodded. "Maybe you wanna put it in your mouth?" Another yup nod. The teen moved to sit on the edge of the tub. "That'd be awesome, sweetie." "What's going on?" Dix wanted to know. "I'm going to do something even better," Christian told him. "See?" Scott watched Christian open wide and start to suck off his horny teen rod. "Shyeaaahhhhhh... Dude... Mmmnnhhhnnnnnnnn..." The lil guy knew his way around a cock. Must've been from blowing that teen camper, 'cause it was all tongue and no teeth, and the suction was satisfying to the max. Grunting, Scott laid a hand on Christian's back, and seeing the not-sureness from Dix, the teen reached out and cupped his hand on his kid bro's head. "Christiannnnnnnn... you're makin' me feel awesome." Dix scrunched up his face. "I dunno if I wanna do that." "Bro, want me to do it to YOU?" "Ok!" Scott smiled at the underage boy leaping to his feet and thrusting out his dickie. It was just as beautiful as his friend's. With a guiding hand, Scott brung Dix closer, parted his lips and took that eensy tube into his mouth. Like a washer on gentle cycle, the teen lightly sucked and slurped on the boy peg. Dix went weak at the knees and Scott acted quick to hold him up. "Unh! Oh... W-Wow..." It was so goshdurn koot how Dix was now totally into stuff only a short time ago he was sure was yucky. Scott found it tough to concentrate with Christian bobbing on his firm spike. The jock was not in Clint's league when it came to oral, but then, who was? Absolutely his skills were enough to get Dix shuddering and moaning in kiddie ecstasy. The dark-haired boy's face was flushed with pleasure and his breathing got more and more ragged. Meanwhile, down south, Scott was receiving primo sucking. The seven-year-old Mormon boy was worshiping his tool and it was solid state. Both them tykes were so sexy and adorbs that Scott was pretty much in heaven. Just like Kent had taught him, by making sure the boys were all happy with what was going on, it made the experience perfect. "Gonna shoot a load in a bit, sweetie," Scott warned Christian. The teen trusted the boy knew what that meant and could decide on his own if he wanted to swallow or not. Scott returned to sucking off the little straw belonging to the other seven-year-old, and soon the boy's moaning rose in pitch as he moved towards his first dry cum ever. That was all the quarterback could take. He started shooting gobs of twinkie filling down the blond boy's eager throat. Yeah, it was perfect. Absolutely the best. Scott groaned low and deep as he emptied his balls. After the sitter was done, and once Dix was finished shuddering through his own kidgasm, Scott moved Christian onto the edge of the tub. "What're you doing?" the youngest Young brother squeaked. "Well, yer the only one who hasn't cum yet, so..." Christian shivered all over as he got his very first blowjob. Scott wasn't sure who that camper was, but apparently he hadn't cared about his partner's pleasure and that was wrong. The sitter was glad, at least, the experience hadn't made the sexy little boy never want to get naughty again. "Oh god... Oh god! So good!" the gradeschooler groaned. Dix, still all whoa and dazed by the experience, just watched his friend get the same treatment he'd just received. For all him having said this sort of thing was gross, Dix could not take his eyes off the action in front of him. In fact, his little stub was hard all over again. It wasn't long before Christian let out a surprised yelp of climax ecstasy, shaking like a leaf as the pleasure rocked him from head to foot. "Shyeah, how're my boys doin'?" Scott asked and he got back sleepy smiles. The babysitter toweled Dix and Christian off with plenty of giggles. After dressing the pair in their jammies, he tucked them in Dix's bed and said, "'Ja have fun?" "Uh-huh..." "Uh-huh..." "Good, 'cause so did I. Now, this is a bro thing 'tween us, it's our own thing an' nobody else's." Scott got agreements from the boys and further explained it'd be too much for them to be playing with a big boy all the time, so they weren't to ask to do it, but when Scott felt the time was right they could be naughty again. Dix and Christian swore up and down they would stick to the agreement. Satisfied, the blond jock shared good night kisses and stepped out of the bedroom, breathing a sigh of satisfaction. The husbands were off in Brandon's room for a night of cuddles. And the Clintster had finished his homework, so the two boyfriends hung out. "How was it?" his cute 10-year-old partner asked. "It went good, thanks for bein' all understandin' and stuff," Scott answered. "I love you, and of course I want you to be who you are, and I bet you made their tub time real memorable." "Thanks, but I wanna focus on my awesome boyfriend." "Did you save some spurt for me?" "Got plenty still right here." Scott did a crotch grab and the couple chuckled before getting down to business. Then it was Clint's bedtime and though he wanted to stick around, Scott couldn't sleep in the same bed like Ryder did with Brandon, since they still had to be careful around Mrs. Welsh. So Scott kissed his little lover and made up a bed on the couch where he usually crashed when he stayed overnight... * ...Kent just smiled from ear to ear when Scott finished his story. He wasn't interested in kids that young, but he didn't have an issue with fidget having that as his kink. As long as everyone was content, and it sounded like they were. "I'm glad to hear Clint was really ok with you experimenting - and with his little brother no less." Scott smirked. "Shyeah, he's great. I mean, you know that, of course, but ya, he gets it." "I'm really happy that you gave Christian a better experience than he had with that camper." "That dude... He better hope I never meet 'im, I'd give 'im a punch in the nose." Kent wasn't one to advocate violence, but he empathized with the feeling. "It was also sweet of you to not push Dix into doing anything he wasn't ready for." "Well, I learned from YOU," Scott said with feeling. "But I didn't get to the other part yet! Y'see, I can't sleep in Clint's room in case his mom finds me in there an' it gets ugly. So, I was sleepin' on the couch. "It was late, like real late, when I woke up feelin' someone touchin' my junk. I figured it was Clint. You know how he is! But once I was awake, well, I know my boyfriend's hands. Them fingers were too small to be the Clintster. But the kid was under the blankets so I couldn't see who it was. "I was, like, super hard. And then the little guy under there started lickin' my knob. It was just a coupla swipes of the tongue, like he wasn't sure what he was doin'. An' that's when I guessed it was Dix!" Kent chuckled. "I'm reminded of me and Ryder." "I know, right? So after he gets a taste, I guess he decided it was ok an' he started lickin' 'n' kissin' it even more. If I hadn't already nutted a couple times, I'd've shot right off. But I didn't an' the kiddo got more braver an' took it in his mouth an' started suckin' me off." "Wow," the teacher said. "I figured he wanted ta try it out while I was asleep so if he didn't like it, he could bail. But he kept suckin' 'n' slurpin' an' it was so fuckin' hot. I finally couldn't hold it in no more an' told Little D he was breakin' our agreement. Then he said sorry under the covers an' promised to always wait 'til his big bro said we could do stuff together, so as punishment for not listenin' he had ta suck me off 'til I said stop. "An' he did. He kept tryna take more of the shaft, like Christian did, but he could only handle a couple inches. That was totally fine, of course. Fuck, it was sexy! I relaxed an' let 'im set the pace, like you do a lotta the time. I didn't want to, like, pressure him to do more than he could or anythin'." "That's good." "I got so worked up, I forgot to tell him 'bout the cream. When I shot my load, it weirded 'im out an' he pulled off an' got it all over his face. He was grossed out at first, but when I explained it wasn't pee, he was more than ok an' licked some off his chin." "Wow. So both boys are really into it," Kent said. "That's just wonderful, Scott." The quarterback tackled Kent onto the couch and straddled his lap. "The day I met ya, coach, I just knew you were gonna change everythin' for me. I thought it was all 'bout football, but it's everything. Stuff I knew 'bout myself, but didn't, like, KNOW KNOW, you know? It's all got out now an' I'm, like, this type of me that makes me real happy." Kent loved the glow radiating off the beautiful teen. "I'm glad, lover boy, you deserve all the happiness in the world," he said and brought Scott's face down for a long, passionate kiss.