Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 22:12:52 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 4 Big Brother of America - Chapter 4 by Underjug & TheRealCOG M/b, con, oral, anal ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** The end of summer meant the return to work and school for both Big and Little, which was bittersweet. Kent MacTiernan loved the freedom he'd had, and the few days spent together with Ryder and Hudson had simply been magical. But a part of Kent was glad to step back into the role of teacher, to meet his new students at Laguna Harbor Middle School and deal with the challenge of getting them excited about physical education. Because Kent never thought his job was to torture kids with activities they hated. He was all about providing a positive experience with exercise that made them want to continue on with it throughout their lives. This school year there was a host of cute boys who caught his eye. Unlike the past, though, Kent allowed himself to cast an admiring glance without remorse. Ryder had instilled in him the ability to accept and even love this secret part of himself. One particularly attractive boy was Brandon Welsh, with his dark gentle curls and pronounced cheek bones. He had a body that was naturally athletic. Outgoing and self-assured, the 12-year- old had approached Kent on day one to ask about lifting, with a goal of building himself up so he could go out for a team. Kent, always happy to help a kid learn better fitness routines, agreed to meet up in the workout room after his last class. Brandon seemed blown away that a teacher would take time out of his day for just one student. But Kent loved to train. It reminded him of exercising with Ryder, and anything that brought his Little to mind made him happy. On top of that, Brandon was a diligent student. He pushed himself a bit too hard sometimes, but Kent kept an eye out and made sure the go-getter didn't hurt himself. The first week of school flew by. "Ha! My arms are getting as big as yours!" Brandon crowed as he flexed. He was in a muscle shirt, gym shorts, and kicks. Kent laughed. "Not yet, short stack. But you'll get there. So, work on your triceps when you finish your chest." "Hey, Kent!" The teacher turned around to see his 11-year-old boyfriend standing there with the sweetest smile. Ryder Strauss sighed inwardly as the couple traded grins. He enjoyed the sight of Kent in his gym teacher outfit - tee shirt with the school logo, dark shorts, and custom jogging shoes. With C. Ackermann Elementary School located only a half-mile away, the youngster would walk to the middle school and get a ride from Kent. This routine also allowed them to sneak in some naked fun before Ryder was dropped off home. The time together could even be extended - his mom was getting used to her son begging to stay for dinner at his Big's place. "Hi there, Ryder," said Kent. "Brandon, you know my Little Brother." "Yeah," said Brandon rather casually, "I saw you on Tuesday when you stopped by. So Kent's your Big Brother from the program." "Yup. I'm pretty lucky." "You know it," agreed Brandon. "He's helping out with my weight training. Gonna be the best pitcher in the state." "That's cool!" said Ryder. Kent nodded to the other side of the gym. "I just need a minute to take down the volleyball net and finish up a couple forms, then we can go." As Kent strode off, Brandon lay down on the bench press and motioned to Ryder. "Got one last set for my chest before I do triceps. Why don't you spot me?" "Sure!" said Ryder and he assisted the middle-schooler with his eight reps. Brandon jumped up and thumped his chest. "Solid state." He moved to the dumbbells to start up his tricep routine. "That's actually a word my mom says they use for electronics. But I like the sound of it. Already I heard this other kid use it too, so it might catch on in this school." It only took 30 seconds while Brandon spoke... but in that short time, Ryder had made observations with the speed of a hummingbird. Kent had bent over to pick up a volleyball and his sweats rode down to reveal a bit of naked cleft - Brandon's eyes went immediately to the man's ass. Kent had stood up to unhook the volleyball net and his tee shirt was stretched out by the muscled pecs - Brandon's eyes went to the man's chest. Kent had thrust out his hips while detaching a volleyball pole and his package was on full display - Brandon's eyes went to the man's crotch. In the past, Ryder would have been completely oblivious to where another boy's gaze had fallen and therefore missed all the clues. It wasn't just where Brandon had looked, it was how his eyes were studying and assessing the male body. Ryder might also have dismissed it as the boy admiring the muscles that he himself was working toward. But Ryder had seen that gaze before without fully realizing what it meant on that night when Hudson had come over for dinner. Hudson was a schoolmate who had confessed to crushing on Ryder a week before the end of summer vacation. Kent had seen to it that Hudson's fantasy had been fulfilled - that of a bossy big bro who "forced" his little brothers to pleasure him. It was during the dinner together that Ryder noticed Hudson's eyes ogling Kent's face and crotch, even before his boyfriend had outed himself as gay. Watching Brandon, the grade-schooler understood the secret world that was being revealed to him, and he wondered how many times he had missed what was happening and what boys he could have had fun with instead of just guessing like he had and ending up disappointed after discovering his choices were the wrong ones. "Bet he gets plenty, huh?" said Brandon, shaking Ryder from his thoughts. "Huh?" "Teach. Your Big Brother." "Oh, the program has me call him my Big and I'm his Little." "Your Big, then. Dude's gotta get a lotta action." Brandon did an overbite and thrust his hips once, offering a smile. Ryder tried his best not to blush, covering it with his own smile. "We swim so I seen what he has. He could lasso anyone he wanted with it." The boys burst into a fit of giggles. Brandon punched Ryder on the shoulder a little too hard. "I knew I liked you, kid. Oops, don't know my own strength." Ryder could see Kent needed a hand. He left Brandon to continue with his workout and helped to put away the last of the volleyball equipment. The couple proceeded to Kent's office. It was a thrill for the Little knowing his boyfriend had his own private sanctuary. On the Tuesday that Brandon mentioned, Ryder had even talked Kent into making out before they'd left for the day. What a memorable moment for the kid! Ryder always locked the door behind him, but for some reason he decided to leave it open and took a seat opposite Kent's desk. "Hey, guess what, I heard from Hudson!" he said. Kent looked up from his paperwork. He had already changed from his gym teacher outfit to a regular tee shirt and jeans. "How's curly fry doing?" "He says he misses his brothers," Ryder winked. "Poor guy, he's doing okay, though?" asked Kent. Hudson had lost his virginity to the jock during a final threesome with the couple. At the end of their week together it had been a tearful goodbye, since Hudson was moving away across the country with his family, but the youngster had thanked both boyfriends for the experience that had changed his life. "Yeah, he's okay. Unfortunately, he won't be able to come back during Christmas. But he says for sure at Easter break. And he's looking forward to more brother time." "You miss him?" Kent asked sympathetically. "Uh-huh," Ryder lamented. But then, to the change the subject, he put on an impish grin. "So, uh... Brandon. He's pretty cute." Kent chuckled. Since their sexual encounter with Hudson, it seemed Ryder was a lot freer with his appreciation of other boys. Which Kent thought was sweet. It showed that his Little was at last over the nasty experiences he'd had with boys his own age. "Yeah, you naughty thing, he is cute." Kent looked at his partner's kit. "So, you all packed, right?" He kept his voice down, just in case. Ryder snickered. "Didn't think I'd need lots of clothes!" "Not so loud, doofus." Kent's admonishment was softened with a smile. As a reward for them both getting through their first week back at school, the two were going to have a weekend together. And Kent had to concede - clothes weren't going to factor heavily into his plans. In a cheeky response to his boyfriend's order, Ryder dropped his voice to a mere whisper. "What's that?" asked Kent. Succumbing to brattiness, Ryder asked with a giggle, "So, have you done him yet?" Kent was confused. "Huh?" "Brandon. You must've seen the dude naked in the showers. Have you de-virgin-ated him?" Kent rolled his eyes, though he smiled in spite of himself. "No, you little perv." "But you wanna, huh? It'd be hot seeing you do him..." "Ryder..." "Um..." said a voice. The couple whipped their heads to the now-open office door. Standing in just his gym shorts was Brandon, the tucked muscle shirt dangling from the waistband. His cheeks were red. "I finished my workout and was gonna ask you to unlock the shower room..." Kent, mortified, didn't know what to say. Brandon continued, "But, um... The other thing sounds good too..." While Kent was busy having a heart attack, Ryder was unusually calm despite their predicament and a smile was even playing on his lips. "I just knew you were cool." Kent tried to think up some innocent explanation, but pretty much every part of his and Ryder's conversation was incriminating. "Brandon-" "Damn," said the bare-chested tween with a shake of the head, "wasn't expecting you were gay like me." He cracked a smile. "And gay together? Nice!" "Look..." "Nah, don't worry. I ain't gonna tell." The boy thrust out his chin stubbornly. "I'm no snitch." He snickered, his blush glowing brighter. "And you guys were checking me out? For real?" "Yeah, you're hot!" Kent's Little enthused. "Ryder!" "You're pretty easy on the eyes too," Brandon replied. He looked up at his gym teacher. "I always thought you were like the guys in the porn clips I watch. And spank to." "Brandon!" Both boys giggled. "This is pretty sweet," said the middle-schooler. "You wanna hang out?" asked Ryder. "Kent's got a HUGE TV. We been watching the STAR WARS movies." Kent shook his head, not knowing where to even start with the two rascals. He smiled at his Little. Sometimes Ryder's sensitive side came out and he showed what a sweetheart he really was. "Heh," chuckled Brandon suggestively. "I bet his TV is huge!" That got Ryder giggling like a loon. "If you wanted," said Kent, "you could join us." The teacher suddenly realized how that invitation could be misinterpreted and he started to rush to correct himself. But then he saw the way Brandon was eying Ryder and he decided to let things lie. "How're we doing this?" asked Brandon. "You hit the showers," nodded Kent, "and I'll grab my stuff and we can head out." On the car ride, Ryder sat in the back seat with Brandon so the other kid wouldn't feel like he was intruding on their boyfriend time (actually, Ryder hadn't brought up the topic of boyfriends, as it seemed too soon). What made Brandon instantly cool was his love for the teen lifeguard series BEACH BALL and its hot star Antonio Cruz. Ryder had begged Kent to watch the show with him, but the adult just couldn't get into it. Both boys, on the count of three, spoke aloud their favorite moment in BEACH BALL - and it was the exact same one, when Antonio had rescued this cute boy from drowning and gave him mouth to mouth! It was so wild for Ryder, because he felt the same instant friendship with Brandon as he had with Hudson. Yet it took no time at all to find out this other dude was gay. At one point, Ryder glanced at Kent smiling at him in the rearview mirror. "What?" the Little grinned with curiosity. "Nothing," said the Big, maintaining his smile. Kent was so happy to hear Ryder getting on with Brandon. Hudson had been his main buddy, and while Ryder tried to put on a brave face, Kent could tell curly fry moving away had been devastating. As much as Kent loved spending time with Ryder, he often worried that the youngster wasn't getting to have all the boyhood experiences he should have. Kent cleared his throat. "Didn't you say you were going to call your mom, Brandon? So she doesn't think you've been abducted by aliens or anything?" Responsible adult. That was Kent. It was why Ryder's mom trusted him to take care of her son and never suspected how many times the man had pumped a load of come into her sweet little boy. And he WAS responsible. He made sure Ryder did his homework, brushed his teeth, and got enough sleep. So if his thoughts were on the peek he'd stolen at the cute naked butt when Brandon had gotten in the shower, no one needed to know about that. Once he stepped into the apartment, Brandon Welsh checked out the living room. "Whew, awesome place you got here, teach. Daaammmnnnn, that TV IS huge! NIIIIIIICE." He had called his mom from the car and everything was fine. It was actually a relief to get a break from babysitting his little brothers, Clint and Dixon, and snag a chance to hang out with the guys. "Your dad's in the military?" asked Ryder as Kent told the boys to make themselves comfortable while he prepared dinner. "Yeah, but fortunately me and Clint and Dixon aren't army brats who have to move around. Dad's the one who gets stationed at different places, depending. So he's away a lot. Most of the time it's just me, my mom, and my little bros. Guess you could say I'm the MAN of the house." "That's so cool. And you're a pitcher." "Someday you'll see me in the majors." "Well, you looked pretty fine working out there in the gym." "I was focusing on biceps yesterday. Building my arms. Feel." Ryder squeezed Brandon's bicep. It was nowhere near the size of Kent's. Still, Ryder was impressed. "Kent's got me on a regimen too." "Oh, yeah? Lemme feel." Ryder flexed and let the other kid check out his arm muscle. It made his little pecker twitch as Brandon touched different areas of his bicep. "Not as strong as me," nodded the middle-schooler with a wink, "but still pretty good." Brandon was a very different boy than Kent was used to dealing with. Bold like Ryder, but confident in a way even the jock hadn't been at that age. He was one of those students whom others just gravitated to. Kent grilled up chicken breasts and seasoned them to his and Ryder's taste. For once, he didn't make the kid his kitchen slave and instead prepared the food on his own so the boys could chatter. He loved the sound of them, honestly. Two happy younglings in his house speaking so fast it was hard to tell where one voice ended and the next began. "You don't mind if the meal's spicy, do you, short stack?" Kent called. "Nah, I like it hot!" More giggling ensued. Kent grinned and went back to work. It became evident during dinner that Brandon was even more of a bottomless pit than Ryder, but Kent managed to fill both boys up. Which, naturally, led to the belching contest. "Sorry," Brandon said, but he didn't look sorry. Kent let out his own belch with a grin. "No problem." He cleared away the dishes and told Ryder to cue up the next STAR WARS prequel on the list. A nice, normal evening. That was all it was. Kent, his Little, and one of his students. Kicking back, watching a movie. The man's dick gave a twitch of disagreement. Ryder was seated between the two, in his lap a bowl of popcorn he'd insisted on despite the little talk it would lead to about the lack of health benefits. Even though Kent was a fitness nut, Ryder strategically figured out the times he could get away with relaxing the rules to include treats. It was awesome to be shoulder-to-shoulder with Brandon, and shoulder-to-rib-cage with Kent. His new friend and his man. At one point, he felt the other boy's knee pressing against his own and it reminded him of the movie night with Kent and Hudson. Ryder braved a peek at Brandon and admired the look in the dude's eyes. There was something about that look that was just so cool. It was the sort of confidence he usually saw in his Big's eyes. Suddenly, Ryder's attention was drawn to a change in the landscape in the semi-darkness. A different shape. He smiled to himself. A major boner had sprung up in his boyfriend's jeans. Amused, Ryder directed the gaze of his buddy to Kent's crotch. Brandon's eyes went wide, which amused Ryder even more, because he knew the size of the jock's dick would impress any gay boy who saw it. Snickers and giggles were stifled. The prequel movies were, in Kent's estimation, awful. But he didn't see anything one would find amusing. On the other hand, he also knew boys had their own secret language, so they could be laughing at just about anything. A moment later there was yet more giggling. Kent delighted in how the boys were having fun - whatever fun that might be. He did sort of want to know what the joke was, however. Brandon made a noise very much like a horse's whinny and Ryder lost it, shrieking with laughter so bad the popcorn went everywhere. "What the...?" Kent saw Brandon's eyes quickly dart away, but there was no mistaking where he'd been looking. It would ruin the fun to grouse or get embarrassed, so instead Kent stopped the movie then pounced on Ryder and started tickling him. "You know you're cleaning up this mess, right, doofus?" "Maybe you can feed it to Kent's horse," said Brandon without missing a beat. Brandon enjoyed making his little brothers laugh, but with Clint and Dixon it was always dumb kid jokes. Getting Ryder to totally lose it with a dirty adult joke was so much better and was actually making the older tween chub. "C'mon, Ryder, two against one!" Brandon shouted and pounced on Kent. What was perfect about his gym teacher was the type of resistance he exhibited. If Brandon had leaped on his dad's shoulders, he would've been thrown off immediately as if he were an enemy combatant. Kent did grab hold of Brandon and flip him over to the other side of the couch, but the jock did it with a combination of forcefulness and care. And when Brandon landed, his fingers happened to fall upon Kent's groin, where the lumpish ball of cockhead was straining upward. The boy pulled his hand away, but on his fingertips were traces of stickiness. Being a boy who recently started shooting clear jizz, Brandon knew this stuff was fuckin' precome! Kent was carried away by the musical sounds of their boyish laughter. With Ryder squirming underneath him (in a notably specific way), Kent knew his throbbing dick was aching for release. Of course he should have better control, but Ryder was a minx who always sensed just what to do to drive his boyfriend wild. Kent was like a young teen in those moments, a hapless servant of the Hormone Monster from that BIG MOUTH cartoon Ryder had begged them to watch. Without thinking, Kent yanked off Ryder's tee so as to more effectively tickle the boy and make him giggle even harder. "Brandon, help me! Help!" squealed Ryder as his boyfriend's thick fingers trapped him in a delirious tickle torture. "Pick on someone your own size!" Brandon exclaimed and grabbed Kent from behind, futilely trying to move him. "Oh, so you want some too, do you, short stack?" said Kent from above. Ryder was released from the attack and he watched thrillingly as Kent grabbed onto Brandon's shirt and whipped it off. Whereas Ryder squealed, Brandon let out a deep laugh under the assault of Kent's tickling fingers. It was awesome how powerful Kent was. Ryder watched the man defend himself without breaking a sweat. In the tumbling confusion, the boy reached out and gripped the now painfully obvious outline in Kent's jeans. He loved how playful and sexy this was, reminiscent of the week he'd had during their threesomes. "Hey, teach!" shouted Brandon. "I'll get you back!" But he was no match for the adult. Kent had him pinned down on the couch beside Ryder. The bare-chested boys scrambled against the college wrestling champ. Brandon wondered if Kent would teach him the sport. Perhaps he and Ryder could learn together and maybe wrestle. The thought of that was making him harder. "All right, uncle, uncle!" cried out Brandon. "Oh, tapping out already, huh?" Kent said. "Maybe I don't accept your surrender..." Kent started to tickle Brandon again, but Ryder pounced on him. The young boyfriend had learned how to leverage his weight well enough that he was able to topple his Big. Kent grunted and tried to get loose but Brandon jumped in, and between the two of them, he was buried under giggling, cackling boys. Kent hoped they'd forgotten about his erection. But knowing Ryder, that wasn't likely. The man was busy avoiding Brandon's hands and elbows, while Ryder took advantage of the distraction and unzipped Kent's jeans. The Little had enough practice over the summer that he easily yanked down the waistband of the briefs and dragged the heavily seeping monster and soft package of eggs from the bulging basket. "Hey, Brandon," giggled the preteen, "I released the horse from the stable." Brandon glanced down. His eyes widened. "Cripes, teach!" "Well..." Ryder couldn't stop giggling. "You did say you were interested." Kent never had a chance to panic and was instead momentarily confused. Having so much fun made him flash back to the week he'd played with Ryder and Hudson. By the time he realized it wasn't Hudson, Brandon was openly admiring his junk. It gave Kent a thrill. Of course, Ryder still needed to be put in his place. Kent grabbed his boyfriend and shoved him down. Ryder giggled and opened wide, accepting the adult prick all the way into his throat. "In this house, the horse rides the boy," Kent said, giving his student a wink. Brandon was so boned up he couldn't even think. This was the kind of stuff he'd been imagining on the car ride to Kent's place. He'd watched enough porn (just subtract 18 from the current year, enter the fake date of birth, press enter) that he'd already racked up hundreds of views of gay XXX clips. But this was his hot teacher ramming a monster cock down the throat of a kid younger than even himself! It made Brandon imagine having that tool stuffed up his own ass. He could swipe his V- card tonight... right here... and be a man. "Gaaawwwwwwd, dude," Brandon rasped. "He's gonna choke you out." "Ryder can take it," Kent beamed proudly as he thrust his manhood back and forth into the tight mouth. The 11-year-old Little smiled around the shaft pumping his throat. He could see the lust and fascination in Brandon's eyes. It was awesome how Kent could impress boys with his gorgeous hunkiness and enviable manhood. Kent figured he would have to establish some rules, as Ryder kept making these risky moves that put them in jeopardy, but right then the Big Brother didn't care. His young lover had a knack for getting them into these sexy situations - and Kent had to admit his life was sometimes better when he followed Ryder's lead. The jock slid his fingers into Brandon's hair and murmured, "C'mere, short stack." He pulled the boy into a hot and heavy kiss as he lazily fucked Ryder's mouth. CRIPES, I'M NECKING WITH MY HOT GYM TEACHER! thought Brandon as his mouth was pressed into Kent's. Normally Brandon was the one in control, making the decisions, as he had to keep his rambunctious brothers in line. As the eldest, Brandon didn't mind assuming those duties. What he didn't like was having his authority threatened. But Brandon had to admit submitting himself to a man's man wasn't fuckin' bad at all. It was one step closer to not being a kid no more. Because that milky white jizz he'd seen in those porn clips just had to get up his ass. Brandon flinched from Kent's tongue - he wasn't ready for that just yet - and it was so cool of teach to adjust like it'd never happened. Seriously cool. They kissed close-mouthed. More hotness. YES OH YES OH YES, thought Ryder as Kent's prick rode his mouth. He'd so hoped Brandon would jump into their sex play - and here was the middle-schooler half-naked with them! But it wasn't surprising, because Kent was a stud who could get any boy. He was proving it again. Ryder knew his adult lover was enjoying all this, because the precome was flowing like an oil spill. Usually the young boyfriend could keep up with the emission, but he was having serious trouble swallowing it down. Kent broke the kiss and smiled at Brandon, an intense, lustful gaze that left no doubt what he wanted. But for all that, and for the fact that he was still making Ryder gurgle around the length of his cock, Kent didn't just jump Brandon. "What do you want, sexy boy?" He groped Brandon's erection sensually through the jeans. "Want Ryder to suck you off? I bet he'd like that... Or I could. Whatever you want. That's what's important, because you never have to do anything you don't want." Kent got the fly of the jeans open and his hand stole inside like a burglar. "And you never have to be afraid to ask for something you do want, okay?" Brandon moaned as the older dude's fingers played with his small bulge. The tween leveled his gaze. It thundered out of his mouth: "I want you to fuck my ass and take my cherry!" The two males were like dogs that had suddenly gone quiet, eyes assessing one another's strengths and weaknesses, a calm before the ferocious encounter. "You sure about that, short stack? It's gonna hurt," Kent warned as he stroked the boy through his undies. "Don't care," Brandon panted. "I can take anything you dish out, teach!" Suddenly, Brandon's jeans and boxers were yanked down by Kent's hands and his small, firm ass was exposed. Like an alpha wolf, Kent ripped his cock out of Ryder's mouth, the shaft still glistening more so with precome than saliva. He proceeded to strip Brandon naked. Instinct drove Ryder to leap to the counter, fetch the lotion, and deliver it to his lover. He fell back onto the couch as Kent, without even acknowledging him, lubed up his dick while getting naked himself. With mouth agape, Ryder watched Kent thrust his cockhead against the other boy's loose rosebud. Brandon peered back with a snarl. Kent met his snarl with his own gritted teeth. The thick adult cock was driven inch by inch into the tight rear end until Brandon was completely impaled. Kent wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but it felt right. Hudson needed gentle assertiveness and Ryder, for all his bravado, was still a kid. Brandon was rough and tough and he wanted it bad. Every step of the way, Kent expected the preteen to back down, an admission he wasn't ready. But Brandon didn't back down and Kent wasn't going to yield unless he was told. Fully mounted, Kent saw both pain and pleasure in his student's eyes, and a suggestive little smile on his lips. Kent began fucking. Hard, fast, deep, relentless. He paused to look over at Ryder, who was also naked now and grabbing onto his own dick to enjoy the show. That made Kent drive into Brandon that much harder, making the tough boy grunt and moan. "Harder," Brandon growled, like a challenge. Kent accepted the challenge without hesitation. This was so different for Ryder than when Kent had taken his and Hudson's virginity. With Ryder it was slow and loving. With Hudson it was bossy and entitled. But with Brandon it was wild and animalistic. It was like a wrestling match. He could see Brandon wince, but, wow, the middle-schooler was so cool being able to take it. Ryder was mesmerized by how much of a fight the boy and Kent seemed to be in. "C'mon, teach, give it to me!" "You want my horse cock, you little punk, you're gonna get it." Ryder lost his breath as the jock hammered away at Brandon's virgin ass. Kent let out a growl. He moved Brandon so that the boy was bent over the couch and went into him again. It was primal, carnal, like Kent was proving who was top dog. He'd never experienced anything like it. But every time he thought about letting up on Brandon, the kid would say something like "That all you got?" and Kent had to dominate him even more. It did finally reach a point where Brandon stopped taunting him and his noises transformed into sharp panting and boyish whines of pleasure. He attempted to get his hand down to his stiff little stick, but Kent caught him by the wrist and held it behind the boy's back. "You'll cum from me fucking you or not at all." Brandon wanted so bad to break free and tell the dude to go screw himself. But instead he moaned. "G-Gawd, harsh, but so a-awesome," whimpered Brandon. Teach knew what he was doing. The more the thick sword plunged into Brandon's rear, the closer he was to becoming the man he so craved to be. CRIPES, A COUPLE HOURS AGO I WAS LIFTING WEIGHTS AND NOW HERE I AM GETTING MY ASS PLOWED. Brandon desperately wanted to pull his pud. His breaths grew ragged as he gazed down at his fellow gay boy. LITTLE FUCKER'S TOTALLY GETTING OFF ON THIS. Brandon knew when the time was right he would show Ryder what a real man was. Kent hauled his student up so he was kneeling on the couch and went back to plunging in and out of the boy's hole. Brandon wasn't submissive like Hudson, he wasn't even surrendering the way Ryder did. He needed to be claimed from start to finish. "Go on and cum. Show us what you got," Kent commanded, slamming home in jabbing thrusts that rocked the boy forward. He caught Ryder's eye. His Little looked gobsmacked by Kent utterly owning Brandon's ass. But from the way Ryder was furiously pumping his cocklet, Kent knew his lover was into it. Ryder was breathing in rhythm with his boyfriend. It was as if the youngster were at last seeing the Kent who would go full force on the mat in a wrestling match against his college opponent. The ferocity in Kent's eyes was intimidating and fascinating. It must be the reason for all those trophies, which Ryder had convinced Kent to display on his shelves instead of hiding them away in his closet. The more Kent dominated, the faster Ryder jerked himself. Yet the 12-year-old boy getting fucked wouldn't completely submit. Whereas Hudson was willing to do anything that came out of Kent's mouth, Brandon seemed to want to lash out and break free. This was a Greek wrestling session that had turned wild and unpredictable! Ryder couldn't help but admire the other kid's courage against the brutal jock intent on cumming up his small ass. Brandon was wriggling, still trying to get his arm loose, but Kent held him firm. The boy wasn't really struggling so much as testing Kent's strength, seeing if the man really had him overpowered. The preteen's gasps and groans made Kent's own dick throb, but he held off. He was going to get Brandon to cum from having his cherry popped. There was no doubt of that in his mind. He took some of the lessons from Hudson and applied them to the horny bottom he was plundering. "Your ass is mine from now on, boy. I'm going to dick you whenever I want." Kent felt Brandon shudder at that and the moaning boy wriggled in his grip as the pleasure within heightened. "Mine. Over the desk, up against a wall, whenever, wherever I want..." "O-Only if you fuck me h-harder," wheezed Brandon. "Only if you tell me it's mine whenever and wherever," insisted Kent. Brandon grit his teeth again and grudgingly agreed. "My a-ass is yours to use whenever and wh- wherever." "That's right, boy, MINE." It hit Ryder all of a sudden that Kent didn't even know Hudson and barely knew Brandon, yet this formerly reserved guy was sticking his wrist-thick cock up their butts and taking their cherries. Even just the thought of that was driving Ryder to the edge. Underage dudes were submitting themselves to his boyfriend... HIS boyfriend. He was almost there, his dry come calling out to him. But for some reason Ryder held off, his gaze fixed on Brandon, a desire in him to climax at the same time as the other kid. Kent jackhammered into the tight hole, grunting and panting right into his student's ear. It was so exciting, taking a boy this way, feeling Brandon's excitement from being mastered. It was like breaking a wild horse. "Do you shoot, boy?" "Yeah," Brandon growled, like he was being challenged. "Then shoot your spunk. Let's see what you got." Brandon was ramping up but not yet reaching that point of no return, even though the pounding in his ass was electrifying his dick. Beggingly he tugged his arm against Kent's iron grip. Feeling no release, he whimpered ever so softly. "Please..." "Please what?" "Please, s-sir... I n-need to jack it..." Kent hadn't expected the "sir," but it was hot nonetheless. He decided to take pity on the kid and let go of his wrist. The seventh grader grabbed hold of his dick and pumped furiously. Within seconds it shot. "Uuuuuoooooohhhhhhh, fffffuuuuuuuuu..." Ryder flinched as clear juice spattered across his chest and hit his gaping lower lip! Three more little streaks doused him! Kent hummed in approval, loving the sight of his little lover being painted in boy squirts. He grabbed Brandon's hips and rode the boy roughly for another minute before shooting his load deep into the middle-schooler's body. Kent stayed melded up against Brandon as he rode the high of his orgasm. His hand moved around to fondle the boy's twitching little cock, dragging more whimpers from Brandon's lips. "You all right?" "I've been de-virgin-ated," Brandon panted, wearing a faint smile. "Whoa," said Ryder from below. "Guess your bladder couldn't hold it in." "That's my jizz, bruh," Brandon said proudly. "Huh?" Kent was also catching his breath from the intensity of his own climax. But the mentor in him naturally emerged. "At puberty the sperm comes out clear at first, instead of white." "And it hit me early," boasted Brandon. "Been squirting for couple months now." Kent's attempt to pull out was halted by Brandon, who pressed his buttocks against the man's groin. The teacher watched the student, still impaled on his cock, lean down toward his young boyfriend. With a captivated stare, Ryder saw the other boy dab his lips in the streak of clear liquid. Brandon brought his face up to Ryder's. "Taste a bigger dude's come." He kissed Ryder close-mouthed. Those quivers from when Ryder first had sex with Kent returned to his body. Brandon was so confident, so interesting, so cool. And his come tasted like rainwater. With Kent still mounted inside him, Brandon kissed down Ryder's body. He reached the cocklet and engulfed it in his mouth. With his smaller, tighter mouth, he blew the boy who still went to elementary school. Kent found it both exciting and adorable how take-charge Brandon was. So much bravado, such coltish confidence. And watching him suck off Ryder was pure sexiness. "Sorry, bud, I'm needed elsewhere," Kent said, pulling his dick out of Brandon's pummeled hole. Brandon felt like his innards were being dragged out, and in the ensuing emptiness was the warmth of Kent's come, trickles of it running down his smooth legs. It was amazing for Brandon to suck a dude closer to his age, the taste a bit meaty but still fresh. Two small hands rested on his head as he kept up the suction. Kent had only half-softened after blowing his load and easily hardened all over again watching his studly, brash student sucking his adorable, young boyfriend's dick. The man got Ryder up on his knees so the Little could still enjoy the hungry lips on his cocklet. With a quick application of more lube, Kent went into his lover's ass in one hard motion. Ryder gasped and groaned as the pleasure hit him from two sides. It felt wonderful to have Kent hold him so he could relax and enjoy it. "Oooohhhhhhhhh, K-Kennnnnt." Ryder rested the back of his head against the jock's muscled chest and enjoyed the pillar of dick thrust up his chute. He wanted the both of them to taste the juvenile semen of the other boy together, so he ran his fingers up one thin squirt and brought them up toward Kent's lips. Together they licked and kissed his fingertips, and then tongued each other's mouths. "Y-You're the greatest," Ryder said to his boyfriend. "Thanks," came an answer from between his legs. Ryder smiled down at Brandon - but didn't correct him. Man and boy kissed and moaned together as they coupled, with Brandon sucking away diligently between the sixth-grader's legs. Kent figured Ryder deserved to shoot at least as hard as Brandon, even if he couldn't squirt yet. The mostly-muted part of Kent that still fretted over his exploits nagged at him briefly about defiling his student and then sharing his Little with that student, but Kent was able to tune it out. Brandon had demanded it and he knew all too well how horny Ryder was for a good long fuck. "Looks like he knows what he's doing," Kent murmured to Ryder. "Giving you the attention you need, huh?" "Y-You're both so a-awesome," murmured Ryder. "Give it to 'im, teach," chuckled Brandon before dedicating himself fully to the suck job. Though the fuck still had force and rhythm, Ryder could sense Kent was gentler and more loving than the pummeling he gave Brandon. It was one of the thousands of reasons that Ryder loved his boyfriend. Kent was a giving lover, attentive to his partner, ready to do whatever necessary to make the sex pleasurable. "Oh, Kent," whispered Ryder. "Sweet boy," whispered Kent. "Nnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh...!" Ryder was hit with a dry come. He cupped Brandon's head gently. The cool dude looked up and smiled. Ryder returned the smile. Kent held the Little in his arms as he drove up into the slender body repeatedly. He could see Brandon watching with fascination, but what interested Kent was how the middle-schooler was focused on Ryder's face and not on his teacher. Not that Kent could blame Brandon. Ryder was unbelievably beautiful when he was being fucked. The Big could have gone on much longer, but he decided to let Ryder off easy. So he increased his pace. When a second powerful climax hit him, it was as white-hot as the one before it, leaving him dizzy and panting. After a moment, Kent smiled at the two of them. "And that, boys, is the male orgasm. Tomorrow's class will cover proper hygiene and the other parts of puberty..." The two preteens burst into laughter. "Hey, teach, you're all right." Brandon he delivered a light, friendly punch to Ryder's arm. "You too, kid." "That was an awesome BJ," said Ryder with a blush. "And you're a real good kisser." "I know," grinned the other boy as he planted another kiss on Ryder. Kent fetched a couple towels for the boys to do a quick mop-up on themselves. Afterward, Ryder nestled against Kent as Brandon hiked up his boxers and jeans. "Can't you stay with us for the night?" the Little blurted out. Brandon looked up at his gym teacher questioningly, savvy enough to seek permission from an adult before opening his mouth to answer. With professed solemnness, Kent slowly shook his head. Both boys looked disappointed, and Ryder was revving up for another extensive legal brief on why Brandon should stay. But Kent got the jump on him. "I just don't think so. If Brandon sticks around, he's going to get his clothes torn off. He'll wind up sucking my dick... I don't think he's up for that." Ryder giggled then nodded, failing utterly to look serious. "You're right. He couldn't handle it." Kent nodded at his student with a smirk. "That's right. He couldn't take it." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, wize guyz, eh?" smirked Brandon. "Let's just see about that." In a flash he had his cell to his ear. "Mom. Hey. You know that favor I get to call in once in a while? Well, I'm calling it in now. Our guys' night out is going so well I got an invite to stay over. All right, you too. Night." He tucked away his phone and rubbed his hands together with anticipation. "Now, I think I heard something about ripped clothes and starting off with blowing teach." Ryder giggled and pounced. Brandon laughed too, but easily fended off his new friend's attacks. What the 12-year-old didn't realize, of course, was that it was a diversionary tactic. Kent had the boy's jeans down and off before Brandon even knew what was happening. The pants sailed through the air and landed on the couch. "Unfair tactics!" Brandon accused. "No such thing in this house," Ryder returned. The middle-schooler kept struggling, laughing so hard his eyes were watering. With a tug and a slight rip, Brandon's boxers also went flying. "Looks like he's ready for some Greek wrestling. What do you think, Ryder?" Kent asked. The young boyfriend went wide eyed. "O! Kay! Yeaaaaahhhhh!" "What now?" said Brandon, studying the two gay dudes for any clue as to the secret meaning. "Oh, you asked for it," giggled Ryder, but the sparkle in his eyes put his buddy at ease - this wasn't a trap but something to look forward to. Kent grinned and finished getting naked as well. "I've been showing my Little some wrestling moves. He's gotten pretty good at it." Ryder glowed with pride as he got naked too. "It's super fun." "You want to give it a try?" Kent asked. He flexed his arms a bit just to challenge the kid, because it seemed that was something Brandon liked. Kent didn't know why exactly, but it was fun to encourage his student's prideful attitude. "Duuuuude, yo, you've got muscles to spare," said Brandon as he admired the biceps he himself would have one day. "Yeah. I'd totally be into it. Just go easy, teach, my ass is so sore from your cherry pluckin', I won't be able to sit for a week. Cripes, would you look at that hairy cock of yours." Ryder glowed at the well-deserved praise being heaped on his boyfriend. "Kent coulda been state champ and he's a total stud, so you're learning from the best." Brandon beamed at Ryder. "The way you held me down, though, dude, looks to me like you've learned some sweet skills." "Geez, don't think you were easy to pin down there," praised Ryder. "I'll teach you a few moves and then you can practice with Ryder," Kent told him. "Give you a chance to warm up before I take you down hard." Ryder snickered. "Loser has to suck off the winner. House rules." Kent rubbed his lover's bottle-brush hair and gave him a proud smile. "Ryder here has managed to pin me a couple times, so don't think he'll be easy pickings." It truly made him proud how much the boy had learned. Ryder could make any team in the 80-pound weight class. He had the tenacity and the smarts to do well in the sport if he chose. The room had been cleared of furniture and a virtual ring was formed in the center. Brandon knew when to keep his yap shut (the phrase had been used on him plenty of times by his father), so he paid careful attention to his teacher. This was also about physical education, which Brandon had no trouble concentrating on even if his other classes were a different story. What made it even more interesting was the fact the instructor was butt naked with a hard-on nearly as thick as the boy's wrist. The middle-schooler was shown a couple takedowns, holds, and pins. Having beefcake arms wrapped around his slim body was a bonus, not to mention that slab of meat slapping against or pressing into him. Kent looked between the two boys. "You ready for a match, short stack?" "Let's do 'er." "How 'bout you, doofus?" "You bet!" The excitement had built within Ryder. This was an actual match! Sure, wrestling with Kent was the best. But his Big was so much more powerful and experienced, Ryder knew he would lose every time if they had grappled for real. With Brandon, the win could go either way. The naked wrestlers got into position and Kent signaled the start of the match. "Dude," smiled Brandon as he tackled Ryder to the floor. WHOA, thought Ryder, MAYBE WE AREN'T ALL THAT EVENLY MATCHED. "Remember what I've taught you," advised Kent. "Counter." Though his little dick would remain hard throughout an entire match with his boyfriend, Ryder was flaccid from exertion in the fight to dominate his friend. It came as a surprise when he flipped Brandon, pinning his shoulders. "ONE one th-" said Kent. But Brandon broke free and the two tussled. Giggles escaped from them every so often. Brandon climbed on top and they were locked together. Both of their cocklets started to harden. Kent smiled at their giggling. Sure, in a real match he'd want them to be serious. But this was friendly and Kent maintained practice and exercise should be fun. "Excellent escape, doofus. Now attack... Oh, nice, short stack, you've got that grip down." They were both competitive boys and it was fantastic to watch them grapple, and so very sexy. Kent amused himself thinking how fun it would be to start a naked wrestling club. Which, of course, was ridiculous. Brandon pinned Ryder's shoulders to the floor. Kent stepped in like a good ref. "ONE one thousand. TWO one thousand..." "The winner!" shouted Brandon as he leaped up and raised his arms in victory. Being a good sport, the seventh grader leaned down and helped his naked opponent to his feet. Kent took both boys by the wrist. "Win by submission, Brandon Welsh!" The ref raised the boy's arm, then made the two shake hands. "Well," smiled Ryder as he dropped to his knees and relaxed his jaw, "the champ gets his prize." For some reason, Kent felt a little weird just standing there watching the pair. It hadn't been that way with Hudson. But there was something slightly different in the air he couldn't quite name. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick," he said. He gave Ryder his warmest smile. "Give him the full Doofus Special." Ryder's gaze remained on Brandon's crotch, which Kent understood, as this was the first time his Little would suck the dick of a boy his own age that could deliver squirts into his mouth. Kent slipped into the bathroom and turned on the taps. His own mind was wrestling with a problem - he still couldn't quite pin down the strangeness he felt, but he chose not to obsess over it. Instead he lathered himself up and relaxed under the hot spray. After giving both boys a hard pounding, he could use the clean up. "You're a real looker, kid," Brandon winked. A blush colored the younger boy's cheeks as he engulfed the entire erection into his mouth. It was less of a challenge to suck on Brandon. Almost as if Ryder had played a video game on Hard mode and it had switched to Easy. But servicing the older boy was fun too, because Ryder could feel the cockhead resting on his tongue instead of shoved in the back of his throat. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh, you suuuure know what you're doing, Ryder," moaned Brandon. It's not like the middle-schooler hadn't had his dick serviced before. Of course he didn't have a lot of experience - still, he could tell teach's little friend knew his way around a boner. The thin folded tongue around the ridge of his flared head, the alternating intense then gentle suction, it was like Ryder's mouth was made to pleasure a cock. "Yeah, suck me, dude," sighed Brandon. "Cripes, I'm gonna cum soon." Ryder had to smile. He liked that he was able to get Kent off quickly, but he wanted this BJ to last, so he eased off and teased the shaft and balls. "Duuuuude," moaned Brandon. "I could get used to this." A wave of guilt washed over Ryder. Should he be enjoying it this much with Brandon when Kent wasn't around? It certainly felt good. But he loved his boyfriend and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him - move in together, buy a house maybe, get a dog for sure. WILL SUCKING OFF BRANDON CHANGE ANY OF THAT? Ryder hoped not. The youngster was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he had resumed his heavier suction. "I'm cumming. MMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYEEEAAAAHHHH!" The blasts weren't volcanic like Kent's, but the fact Brandon was able to shoot was exciting to Ryder! He swallowed the semen like it was his boyfriend's precome. Kent came back in just as the boys were collapsing on the couch. He was still naked, the towel occupied with drying his hair. From the satisfied look on Brandon's face, Kent had no doubt Ryder had indeed given his student the full workover. Kent settled down so that Brandon was in the middle. He slid his arm around the boy's bare shoulders and gave him a sweet smile. "I just want to pause the fun and games for a sec, short stack. First, it means a lot you'd give me your cherry." He mussed Brandon's hair. "It's cool you like it rough. That was a lot of fun. I just need to check in and make sure you're okay and you're enjoying all this." "Teach, for real, I'm having the time of my life!" grinned Brandon. He turned to Ryder and gave him the same affectionate muss of the hair. "And Ryder's BJ. Shit - I mean, shoot, it was hands down the best." The blush returned to Ryder's cheeks and with a small voice he said, "Thanks." Brandon leaped to his feet and spun around to face the other naked dudes. "Woo hoo! I'm a virgin no more." He punched Kent's thick muscled arm. "And it's all 'cos a you! Total jizz factory. I can still feel the squishy stuff up mah butt." Ryder burst into gales of laughter. This student of Kent's was like a one-man comedy special. All of a sudden, Brandon's face soured. "But, yeah, I am... a bit disappointed." "What with?" asked Kent, suddenly disconcerted. He shared a look of concern with his Little. "I dunno," continued Brandon, "someone told me I'd get a chance to suck my gym teacher's junk and so far that ain't happened." Kent chuckled. Brandon was quite the little spitfire. Maybe that was what had drawn him to his student in the first place. So much more confident than most boys his age, like he was absolutely certain who he was and what he wanted. Which included, apparently, Kent's cock down his throat. The jock reached down to stroke his thickening tool. "Well, I haven't heard you ask for it like a good boy. Maybe if you begged real nice you'd get a treat..." He winked at his Little, who was giggling. Ryder's eyes kept shifting back and forth, like he couldn't decide which naked guy he wanted to focus on. "Hm, you got a point there," nodded Brandon. He glanced at Ryder, "You always ask nicely for this hot dude's monster cock?" "Mmmmmmmmm," Ryder hummed with a crooked smile, "I'm kinda bad at that sometimes, I just kinda do it." "Like that first night when you just started sucking it without permission," Kent said to his tween boyfriend fondly. Far from looking embarrassed, Ryder just flashed him a cheeky smile. With the agility of a monkey, Brandon crawled up onto his teacher's lap, his hands clasping the broad shoulders, his feet planted on each thigh. DAMN, THE GUY'S RIPPED, he thought, YOU CAN FEEL HOW THICK AND HARD THE MUSCLES ARE. "Pleeeeeeeeezzzzzz please please please can I suck your dick?" Ryder giggled. "That's kinda what I say to him when I DO ask." It was so cool they shared stuff together, even if it was begging to service his Big Brother. Kent slid his fingers into Brandon's hair, his eyes alight with lust. "Let's see if you can take it all from this end like Ryder does." The man didn't apply any force. He didn't need to. Brandon willingly let himself be guided down to the twitching erection between his teacher's thighs. With a contented groan, Kent fed him several inches. "That's a good boy... Do a few reps, up and down, to work it real good." Hands now pressed into Kent's lap, Brandon started into a set of quasi-pushups. But he gagged on the down stroke, fully expecting to be able to swallow the shaft just like the boy one year younger than him, only to realize his throat wasn't as accommodating as his ass. With an "I meant to do that" attitude, Brandon adjusted and got into a rhythm with his pushups, however disappointing it was to discover he could only suck halfway down the meat. The deep moans from Kent, though, bolstered his ego, so Brandon knew teach was at the very least getting his rocks off. The student was also comforted when he heard Ryder say, "Hey, Kent, he's able to get about as much of it as me when I first started blowing you," followed by Kent groaning, "That's good." The cockiness returned to Brandon's face as he continued his perverse exercise. He high-fived the kid in between a pushup to acknowledge their bond with cock worship, then he focused on blowing this dude who truly did seem like he'd stepped out of a gay porn clip for Brandon to play with. "Don't worry, short stack, there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to practice," said teach. "You'll be a pro cocksucker in no time." Kent relaxed and let the 12-year-old work, encouraging him and instructing him in the same assuring tone he had used when helping him learn to work out. The jock brought Ryder closer so they could kiss, because making out with his Little was still one of the best things in the world. Kent - with his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth and his dick being so diligently serviced - was in heaven. For reasons he didn't quite understand, Ryder loved the experience of sharing Kent. Part of it was that the 23-year-old man was such a stud! Much of the boy's childhood had been spent in sexual frustration. Little dudes just weren't as interested in sex as Ryder was. But once Ryder had gotten a taste of the gigantor dink - as it was known as a few months ago - and once he had learned Kent was also gay, something in the kid was set aflame and he wouldn't stop pushing until his Big agreed to teach him about sex. Suddenly, everything was better! Kent was so much more relaxed around him and Ryder got to have all the experiences he'd been craving for so long. AND THEY BECAME BOYFRIENDS! On top of that... soon afterward, all these other sexual adventures were happening. Hudson had confessed to his crush on Ryder and instead of it being a sad moment, it turned into a week of threesomes with Kent. Ryder had learned about his friend's secret interest in incest with a big brother bossing around his little brothers. And that led to Hudson being able to live out his fantasy, which made him happier than ever. It was like watching a flower bloom. All because of Kent. Maybe Ryder had to give a push, but the Big was making it all happen just by being... Kent. And here they were now. This student that Ryder didn't even know was fellating the jock and had even been de-virgin-ated by him. It was exciting as all heck! Ryder added his tongue while being frenched by Kent. He wrapped his thin but strengthened arms around the man's neck. As they continued to kiss, Ryder couldn't help but glance down at Brandon. The cool kid was now comfortable doing his pushups while managing to throat half of the super-hard cock. Ryder's mouth watered while thinking about the hot load that Brandon would be swallowing, milkier and thicker than the clear stuff the seventh grader had shot. Undoubtedly there would be so much semen that most of it would spill from Brandon's mouth. Kent decided to make his student work for it, since the boy seemed to enjoy a challenge. So he made out with Ryder and let Brandon slurp his way up and down with ever-growing fervor. Had Brandon ever sucked a dick as big as the one in his mouth, and had he ever swallowed a real load, not the watery sort of squirts the youngster fired off? Kent was uncertain. But he didn't see any need to issue a warning - Brandon knew full well how much come the man could pump out. What commitment and determination Kent saw between his legs! The sexy boy kept at it, his full lips never leaving his teacher's shaft. And he wouldn't stop trying to get more into his throat, but after gagging on it, he invariably backed off. "Mmm...." Kent moaned. "Getting there, short stack... Think it's gonna be a gusher..." Brandon's mouth reflexively tensed in anticipation of his very first load, but quickly realizing his mistake of clamping too hard, he returned to his mouth's original position, softer but still with a firm grip. Privately he had to acknowledge how good Ryder was at sucking cock, because it wasn't a simple matter of bobbing the head. At some point Brandon would throw some credit the kid's way, but that couldn't happen now because it was impossible for him to speak with a huge fuckin' prick down his throat. The 12-year-old had drunk some precome and liked the taste. So he was expecting the spooge to be even better. It was wild how his day had taken a left turn. He'd expected to go home after his workout, maybe wrestle around with his brothers, watch some YouTube vids, take his skateboard to the park. The last thing Brandon thought he'd be doing was blowing Mr. MacTiernan while the teacher was frenching some grade-schooler. Kent was lost in a sea of bliss, completely horny and yet exquisitely satisfied. Ryder had become such an expert kisser that all on its own it was enough of a high. But feeling the adorably macho tween simultaneously working his cock over was nothing short of addictive. It couldn't be helped that Hudson had to move away. He was missed terribly and all the boyfriends could look forward to were future visits. Brandon, though... Brandon was Kent's student (which he couldn't deny made it hotter) and would be available to come over often. And from the way his dick was being sucked, Kent had a feeling their guest would like that very much. The jock ran his hand through Brandon's dark hair for a moment and then took over, controlling the boy as he had while fucking him. The cocksucker's resistance was mild and seemed to come more from surprise than anything. Kent didn't choke him, though, driving only halfway in, but that was more than enough to send the man over the edge. He hummed into Ryder's lips and shot molten jizz into Brandon's small mouth. CRIPES, THAT'S A LOTTA SPUNK! HOW DO YOU SWALLOW IT ALL?! I - ACK! Brandon could barely taste anything as he was force-fed Kent's manhood and more come than seemed possible to have been stored in those low hangers. The shaft was getting almost completely glazed from the stuff that Brandon had failed to ingest. It puddled all over the nutsack and into the Irish-red pubes. There had to be a trick to doing this that Brandon hadn't figured out. But just like with the tickling earlier, he was ready to call "uncle." Resisting teach's forceful hand, Brandon pulled off the dick and, though not in any distress, he still gasped like the drowning kid who'd been saved by Antonio Cruz in that episode of BEACH BALL that both he and Ryder liked. "Damn, dudes, guh. That... was a freeeeeeeakin' amount of ball juice." As Ryder giggled, Kent smiled down at Brandon. "You missed some," he said and went back to kissing his boyfriend. He would hardly be a good mentor if he let his students get away with a job that was only half done. And he was still enjoying the buzz from his climax, so having Brandon's tongue licking away what he'd missed was just perfect. Brandon smiled. "Ooooohhhh, so it's like that, is it? Slave driver." After a bit of mild coughing and throat clearing, he lowered his head to the base of the still-leaking cock. "Least I get to actually taste it now." With his tongue extended, Brandon lapped at the heavier sections of the puddle. He marveled at how pearly the come was, kinda pretty to look at, but of course he'd never mention this and instead focused on a steady rhythm with his tongue to get rid of the evidence of his BJ fail. To his satisfaction, Brandon found the come to be even better tasting than the precome. Kent thoroughly enjoyed the tongue-bath. He even complimented Brandon on his topnotch service. And while both boys wanted to keep having fun, Kent called for a rest. The trio got cleaned up but didn't bother putting on clothes. They sat around watching a show on Netflix and then they all piled into Kent's bed. Brandon was determined to have another go at the horse cock, which the gym teacher couldn't say no to. So as the tough middle-schooler serviced him, Kent sucked another dry cum out of Ryder. When they did settle down, Kent was out like a light, happy and sated and surrounded by two cute sexy boys. He could never even try to dream anything so good. They dropped Brandon off back home the next morning, with Ryder eagerly asking when they could get together again and Brandon acting cool but obviously looking forward to it too. The boy did have to be home a lot to look after his brothers, but he promised he'd be over whenever he could. ***** Over the next week, the group ended up in bed together three more times. Brandon's determination had him deep-throating Kent by the second evening. But it wasn't only his tenacity that got the kid there. Apparently, he'd received some pro-tips from Ryder. Kent loved that the two of them were friends separate from him, but he did warn his Little about saying too much over text. That warning got him an eyeroll. On Saturday, Brandon was able to stick around the whole day and even stayed over again. Ryder enjoyed kicking back and watching Kent getting pleasured by another boy. It kinda reminded him of their time with Hudson. Except... it was different. Hudson was like a little brother, the kind who always did what you asked. But Brandon... he possessed 'tude. "I'm a bad boy, watch out," the seventh grader would say with a wink, which made Ryder blush. But as super cool as he was and all proud and stuff, Brandon always leaped at the chance to share Kent's dick with Ryder. Fate had the boys waking up at exactly the same time on Sunday morning - 6:05 a.m. Kent was dead to the world after completely draining his nutsack of six - count 'em SIX - loads. A pair down Ryder's throat, one down Brandon's throat, one in Brandon's face (he wanted to see what it was like - not bad!), and two up Ryder's ass. The boys lay there on either side of the jock. "Hey, why don't you snuggle with me so we can talk?" Brandon whispered. "Um...'Kay." Ryder whispered, oddly shy. Ryder rested his head on Brandon's arm, which the latter flexed to show off his bicep he claimed was getting stronger. "You're an only child, right?" asked Brandon. "Yup. You said, um, Clint just turned 10 and Dixon is... eight?" "Seven. Yeah. I kinda like looking after the little rug rats." Ryder giggled at the word, then stifled himself so as not to wake up Kent. Brandon sighed. "My mom lets me do what I want sometimes, on account I can take care of things. I've saved their butts a few times." "Really?" "Like I said, my dad's away a lot. Once, our old house caught fire and I was the first to wake, and I got my mom and my brothers out in time." "Whoa." "And once, a burglar broke into our place and I grabbed my dad's knife and scared the a-hole away." "W-Weren't you scared?" "Nah. I can take care of things. It's kinda why Clint follows me around like he does. I saved his life a couple years ago when he ran out into traffic. Knocked him out of the path of a speeding car." "Y-You did? That is soooooooo cool." Ryder stared in awe of Brandon. Sometimes kids would lie through their teeth, bragging about stuff they'd never really done. But Ryder could tell that, despite his cockiness, the middle- schooler was on the up and up. With a lopsided grin, Brandon gazed at the boy on his arm. "I'd sure like to kiss you. Not the we're-gonna-mess-around kind. But, like, you know, necking type. Let's kiss, you and me." "S-Sure." Ryder felt a strange thrill as Brandon pressed his lips against Ryder's. It was much like the first time he'd kissed Kent. Even though Brandon was a take-charge dude, he showed he could share like an equal. "How was that, kid?" "It - nice." "I know. Being with teach is awesome. But I'd sure like a boyfriend." He stared meaningfully into Ryder's eyes. The Little started to shiver. "You cold?" "N-No." "Well, what I said about a boyfriend..." The softness left Brandon's face and was replaced with cockiness. "Think about it." Ryder blushed again under Brandon's smile. The two chatted for a couple hours. They tried kissing again just as Ryder's boyfriend stirred. Kent popped an eye open and was greeted by the beautiful sight of the two boys locking lips. It wasn't the playful kissing they did when they were all fooling around; there was a real but quiet earnestness to it that was incredibly sweet. "Still getting used to that tongue thing," Brandon said softly. "Can't tell if I like it or not." Kent's chuckle drew the attention of both boys. Brandon had his usual sly grin. Although Ryder looked oddly guilty... Kent had no idea what that was about. "Finally, he wakes up. I'm starving," Brandon said. "And I need more than a mouthful of jizz for breakfast..." They all shared a laugh. Kent cocked his head. "Who says you're swallowing the load this time?" Brandon chortled. "Aw, no way, c'mon... I'm hungry..." Kent thought the youth's whining was as funny as his attitude. But for all the poutiness of his words, Brandon didn't offer any resistance as Kent put him on all fours. "Man, the things I do for home-cooked waffles with - AHHH!" Kent mounted him and started thrusting without pause or concern. He needed his morning workout, after all, and power-fucking a 12-year-old was great exercise. Brandon grunted and panted and moaned and cursed and shoved backwards hard to get the monster dick in as deep as possible. Kent loved how eager the middle-schooler was for a rough and dirty fuck. He smiled at his boyfriend, who had propped himself up with a pillow to watch. When a load of come had been delivered up the tight smooth ass, Brandon lay there breathing hard, a naughty grin on his face. "You're an effin' machine," he said to his teacher. "Why, thank you," Kent grinned. "I'll make breakfast and we can go for a run on the beach. That is, if Ryder can still walk after the drilling I gave him last night." "Twice!" Ryder said with enthusiasm. Kent gave both boys tender kisses and then got up to head to the kitchen. Sleeping until 8 AM. Wow, he was getting lazy... ***** It was back to work on Monday. Kent was so terribly happy thinking about the weekend. His young lover was enough to put a smile on his face, but now that his student was a semi-regular addition, Kent was over the moon. And it wasn't only the mind-blowing sex either. They just had so much fun, the three of them. It was almost like being a kid again. The P.E. teacher tried to concentrate on the forms on his desk, but mental images of two beautiful, grinning boys were distracting him. His focus kept dissolving every time he thought of doofus and short stack. "Coach? I got my parents to sign the permission slip so I can play football." The hottest boy in school, Scott St. James, had sauntered into the office. Blond haired, blue eyed, with a smile that could melt glaciers, the eighth-grader was a pubescent wet dream. Kent had noticed students of both sexes showing interest when Scott passed them in the halls. And yet for all that, the young jock never seemed to get egotistical about it, which made him even more likable. As Scott stepped closer, Kent couldn't help but think the boy really did have the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. "I CAN'T WAIT TO START PLAYING. THINK I CAN MAKE CAPTAIN?" "I DON'T SEE WHY NOT..." SCOTT LEANED IN. "COACH... UM..." "YES, SCOTT?" "I... I WAS WONDERING... UM..." KENT DREW THE BOY NEARER. "I THINK I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE WONDERING..." "Coach?" Scott asked, snapping Kent out of his daydream. "Huh? Oh, right, just leave the slip on my desk..." The man sighed as the gorgeous boy walked out of the office. Before Kent could return to his paperwork, though, Brandon had stepped in. "Hey, teach, I-" "Lock the door," Kent said, loosening his athletic shorts with a smile. Normally work hours were off limits and for good cause, but for some reason Kent was feeling particularly randy. CRIPES, thought Brandon, ARE WE REALLY DOING IT IN THE GYM TEACHER'S OFFICE? It was so bad... yet so good. Watching Kent whip out his lengthening horse cock made the youth's breath quicken. Licking his lips, Brandon locked the door and approached the lust-filled jock. "I'm doing you on my desk," Kent said as he pushed his papers aside. He grabbed hold of the student's gym shorts and boxers and pulled them off completely, exposing the smooth bare ass. "Dude, this is nasty," smiled Brandon. "Keep quiet," Kent hissed as he shoved the boy face down onto the side of the desk and opened a drawer to fetch a stashed bottle of lube. "Damn, you make me feel like such a slut," chuckled Brandon. "That's exactly what you are," smiled Kent. There wasn't really any concern of people interrupting. Kent knew that because until this year, he'd spent a lot of quiet, lonely hours in his office. Certainly no one would need anything from him so desperately that they couldn't wait 10 minutes while he plowed Brandon's ass. A quick application of fuck grease and Kent pushed his cockhead into the willing pucker. Brandon was a brave boy and he could take a lot of punishment, but that didn't mean he was quiet about it. And Kent felt it would be rude to expect silence so he placed a hand over the seventh-grader's mouth to muffle Brandon's curses and grunts. "Nice of you to show up when you did," Kent growled in the boy's ear. "Saved me the trouble of sending for you." Not that Kent would ever be so bold, but it was a fun thought. He started pounding mercilessly, his breaths ragged as he rode his tween student. Brandon resisted the slippery cock that was forcing its way into his ass tunnel. But teach was strong and held him in place with his more dominant bod and extra muscle. Still, Brandon squirmed like a wrestler because he didn't want to make it that easy, and he grinned at Kent's training that kept the boy pressed into the desk. The hand over Brandon's mouth smelled of a soccer ball which Kent had recently handled. Even though the middle-schooler had been fucked over a half-dozen times, receiving that flag pole of a cock was still a bit of a challenge. YOU LIKE FUCKING DIRTY BOYS, DON'TCHA, TEACH? TOOK MY CHERRY, YOU DE- VIRGINATING STALLION! Of course, none of this was heard, as Kent's hand muffled everything. Brandon struggled again, just for show. But Kent grit his teeth and forced himself all the way to the hilt. "Stay still, this is happening," Kent whispered into Brandon's ear. The jock power-fucked the boy over his desk, grunting like a beast as he claimed the hungry hole. The struggling was erotic, mostly because it was clearly so weak and insincere. The boy's squealing and muttering against Kent's hand was also a major turn-on. Brandon reached for his stiff little rod, but Kent grabbed him by the wrist and pinned his arm behind his back. "Not this time. You want to cum, you do it from my dick pummeling your ass. Otherwise, you go to class with blue balls." Kent wasn't sure what it was about Brandon, but the boy always triggered his aggressive side. The man would work harder to keep that in check but for the fact his student seemed to like it so much. FUCK YOU! I'M PULLING MY PUD! - unheard through Kent's hand. Brandon didn't care who it was, you shot your load by pumping your fist up and down the shaft. Sure, he'd seen Ryder cum multiple times just from Kent doing him from behind. But the kid shot blanks, Brandon made jizz. The youth was locked solidly into place, however. His boner sliding on the smooth desktop. He so wanted to jack it. RAT BASTARD, LET ME AT IT! - still unheard through Kent's hand. Fun. It was kinda fun for Brandon being denied the one thing he needed to do. He wriggled a little but mainly concentrated on that flagpole being run up and down his rear. Like a wrestler ready to tap out, Brandon submitted to the more powerful force that would have its way with him. THINK I'M YOUR WHORE, THAT IT? - again unheard through Kent's hand. Brandon wasn't a kid, but that pile driver definitely was doing... something... something... kinda... tingly... Kent felt Brandon surrender, the boy no longer trying to free himself. Instead his student just panted and groaned into Kent's hand, the noises growing more desperate and excited. Which in turn got Kent more excited. "Gonna pump your guts full of jizz in a minute. You better cum by then if you want to get off." Kent noticed Brandon's sneakered feet kicking in the air as the sexual energy built up in his slender body. This boy was so very different from Ryder when he got horny. Like a volcano ready to blow. Smiling, Kent slammed home even harder, driving deep into Brandon as his orgasm drew ever closer. It was such a rush to plunder this firm ass, to take the 12-year-old like he owned him. GODDAMN! FUCK! All muffled, of course. I'M SERIOUSLY GONNA CUM! Amazingly, as if his dick had a life of its own, Brandon felt himself edging toward his orgasm. He yelled like a demon into Kent's hand. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SPLAT! SPLAT! His watery jizz shot across the empty desktop. He was cumming like Ryder had done many times before! And he did it just as teach had told him to! It was wild to spooge totally hands free! "That's right, my slut, shoot your load," Kent approved and went back to his ball-slapping fuck in the preteen bottom. With Brandon panting and shaking from his orgasm, it wasn't long before Kent lost it too. He drove in all the way and groaned as his dick spewed come up the boy's ass. Every spurt felt like another orgasm and he panted in lust with each one. And even when it was over, he didn't pull out. But he did release his hands from Brandon's arm and mouth. "Hope that wasn't too rough for you..." Brandon turned, a tired but happy smile on him, showing it definitely hadn't been. ***** Ryder lay stretched out on the couch in Kent's apartment, staring in wide-eyed disbelief. "And what'd Brandon say?" "He said, 'I'm not a little kid, go harder next time.'" "Whoa. Oh, ohhhhh..." The Little had his Big's middle finger sliding in and out of his own ass while his nipple was being tweaked. Kent was just as naked. His cock leaking precome. He kissed Ryder on the mouth. The boy sighed, "A-And you gonna f-fuck him again over the d-desk?" "Tomorrow if you swing by in time and are careful, you can walk in on us." "HHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHH!" Ryder's cocklet twitched and he collapsed. "Think I can make you cum again," grinned Kent. He lubed up his dick, crawled onto his knees, threw his boyfriend's legs over his shoulders, and went for a hard fuck. Ryder was even hornier than usual - he clutched Kent fiercely while being dicked hard and deep. It was so sexy seeing Ryder's cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over, and his cocklet stiff as a nail from hearing the raunchy story of Kent's encounter with Brandon. The Big rode his hot young lover for an hour, making Ryder fire off two dry comes before he unloaded in the smooth rear. Afterwards, laying curled up together, sticky and content, Kent decided he needed to broach a delicate subject he'd been tiptoeing around. "So, doofus, I noticed you liked watching me fuck your best buddy Hudson and Brandon too. And that's super sexy, by the way, that you get off on that. I just want to make sure you're okay. I don't want you to feel like I care about you any less." The thought made Ryder blush harder, but still he was eager to talk about it. "Yeah, it's, like... I dunno, I..." The snuggles from Kent made him feel warm all over. "What we do is the greatest. But when you started having sex with Hudson and with Brandon, it's, like... I just wanted to watch it. It made my dick go super stiff and I got just as excited as us actually doing it. Is that strange?" Kent shook his head and tapped the Little on the nose sweetly. "Not at all. Some people like to watch or hear about sex." "Others do it too?" "Not everybody. But there's a word for it. 'Voyeur.'" Kent had to sound it out a couple times before Ryder was able to pronounce the word correctly. "Whoa, I thought maybe I was, like, the only person in the world who got off on it." "What is it you like about it?" "Mostly, like... well... you're such a stud." The two shared a smile. "And it's cool you can have any boy you want and do stuff to him. I just love... seeing you shove your cock into another boy's mouth or ass... and all the other stuff you do. It's just... so hot." Kent smiled warmly. "I'm glad that you like it and that you don't worry when I do other boys. However, and that reminds me, while I appreciate you think I can have any boy, not many boys want to have sex with an adult. I know you don't mean any harm and so far your instincts have been good, but you have to be more careful about letting boys - even boys you like - know about us." Kent certainly wasn't going to complain about the results of Ryder's lack of discretion, but he knew how easy it was to forget what they did had to be a secret. Locked away in their private little bubble, their lovemaking seemed (and was, to Kent) entirely normal. But not everyone would see it that way. Ryder went even redder at the thought. "I'd never try to get you in trouble, I promise." "We just have to be careful-" Kent began. "No, I... Sorry... I know... Like in the summer, there were a couple boys I saw that I, like... thought about you with... And I never did anything. It's just that... with Hudson and with Brandon, it felt different. Like, the way they were looking at you I could see they were interested. If I felt they didn't, um, belong, I guess I wouldn'ta said anything." Ryder played with Kent's fingers, remembering the middle one that had been up his butt before Kent gave him a long, hard fuck. "Oh, I see," said Kent. "You're talking about GAYDAR." Ryder giggled. " Kent, you're such a fooler." "No, it's a real word. It means 'gay radar.' You can sense someone is gay." "That's funny, I like that word. Gaydar. But, like, I also mean that they'd wanna join in with us and stuff. I promise you, I seriously, seriously promise you, if I didn't feel that gaydar but also that the boy was interested in you, I wouldn'ta said anything. I'd never, never, never get you in trouble." Kent considered giving Ryder a kiss, but went for a noogie instead. The boy squealed in protest, of course, unable to get away until Kent let him go. "I know, doofus. I trust you. I do. I wish we didn't have to keep what we have a secret, but it's just how it is." After a quick shower and a snack, the two settled down in bed. Kent drew his Little into his arms with a contented sigh. "Now, what's up with you and Brandon, huh? Been hanging out a lot from what I can tell." "I guess," Ryder said tentatively. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "He's actually pretty cool. Did you know he can bench 30 lbs? Even though he's stronger, I still beat him during our last wrestling match. He's pretty good at sucking dick, but he says I'm way better." Ryder played with his boyfriend's nipple, making the man jump, and was rewarded with another noogie. Almost without missing a beat, Ryder went on: "It's so different having sex together with him. I'm so used to, like, everything being bigger with you. He's actually a hero, did he tell you? How he saved his family three times? Well, his family twice and his middle brother once. Oh, yeah, I met his middle brother, Clint. You should see him, he totally follows Brandon around. It's sometimes tough to be alone at Brandon's place, 'cause Clint always wants to know what his big brother's up to." Kent smiled with joy. He really was happy for his Little. And while his Big Brother mentorship had taken a detour down Sexual Antics Boulevard, he still very much felt that helping Ryder have a great boyhood was his most important job. The melancholy that threatened to dampen the mood was easily brushed aside. Because this was all about Ryder. "Well, Brandon is pretty darn cool, so I can't blame Clint for following him around. And I can't blame you for wanting to spend so much time with him." Nope, Kent wasn't going to be jealous. He wasn't going to ruin Ryder's first reciprocated boycrush and that was all there was to it. And he didn't want to put Ryder on the spot anymore either. So he let the subject drop. Kent said, "There's this really cute boy at school, Scott St. James. I bet you'd start drooling if you saw him..." Later, as they lay curled up together and Kent was sliding towards sleep, the usual happiness he felt having his young lover in his arms was tinged with the faint, bittersweet awareness that everything was changing.