Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2021 04:19:50 +0000
From: Underjug <under.jug2016@protonmail.com>
Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood-Ch 5

Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 5

by Underjug & TheRealCOG

M/b, con, oral, anal

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Kent MacTiernan arrived at his apartment with Brandon and Ryder right on
his heels. As it was Saturday, they had the leisure of spending the entire
day together, a prospect that had Kent's mind full of possibilities.

No sooner was the door locked than the boys took advantage of the element
of surprise and pounced on Kent. Between the two of them, they bore the
jock down to the ground, laughing like loons.

Kent understood their intent wasn't a wrestling lesson, though. Quickly and
with determination they stripped the man naked, sending clothes flying in
their haste to get at his bare body. Kent chuckled and flailed about,
trying to grab at their clothes too, but they had planned their attack and
he was utterly outmatched.

While Ryder went to work blowing him, Brandon stripped off, and once the
older tween was naked, he took over cocksucking to allow the younger
boyfriend to shed his clothes too.

"We're gonna see how many loads we get outta ya, teach," Brandon announced
as Ryder returned to help him lick and kiss the huge shaft.

"See if we can beat our record!" Ryder snickered.

Kent groaned in ecstasy as their tongues swiped over every sensitive spot
they could find. He certainly wasn't going to interfere with their
plans. He was just glad he'd shut the curtains to the balcony before
leaving to pick them up.

Ryder Strauss enjoyed the familiarity of Kent's thick manhood as he and
Brandon lapped up to the top of the dick in unison - reminding him of the
cute scene they had watched in the old Disney movie LADY AND THE TRAMP with
the two dogs eating the same spaghetti noodle that led to a kiss.

Except here it was Ryder and Brandon kissing at the tip of Kent's cockhead
and slurping the precome together. They laughed and giggled at first, but
both boys closed their eyes as their tongues darted in each other's mouths,
sharing the delicious offering from Ryder's Big Brother.

"Let's see if we can lick 'im to a big come," smiled Brandon.

"O! Kay! Then we'll clean him up together," chuckled Ryder.

The middle-schooler and grade-schooler lapped in earnest around the
underside of Kent's cockhead, making him moan helplessly.

In no time the 23-year-old man fired his load a few feet into the air
before the hot gooey mess landed all over his chest and stomach.

Kent lay there, twitching from the powerful orgasm. It was strange. Before
becoming sexual with his Little, Kent had gotten used to jerking off maybe
twice a day. Now if he didn't get off several times, it really built up
into this volcanic eruption that left him dizzy.

The two boys politely cleaned up the mess they'd made, lapping up the pools
of come from his torso. Kent sighed in bliss. That sensuous experience had
his dick surging back to hardness.

The man asked with a grin, "Can we go to the bedroom now, you naughty
things?"

"You gotta carry us!" shouted Ryder gleefully.

Without a word, Kent scooped the boys up in each arm and transported their
wriggling bodies into the bedroom.

Brandon Welsh got even harder having those adult biceps pressed into his
stomach as he resisted the iron grip of his phys. ed. teacher. He traded
glances with Ryder and a warmth washed over him.

Ever since the first Tuesday of their school year, Brandon had been drawn
to the blond kid. He'd tried playing it cool, until the words slipped out
on a Sunday morning after their threesome that he wanted a boyfriend. It
was a casual offer, even if saying it aloud had made him feel a bit
funny. But ever since then there was this hope that Ryder might agree to be
a couple.

With a whoop, Brandon tumbled onto the bed where Kent had tossed the
pair. The tween wanted to kiss Ryder again, but teach was already on the
kid's lips, so the older boy moved in for a three- way frenching.

Kent ran his hands over their bodies as they kissed, wondering just how he
got so lucky as to have these great youngsters sharing themselves with him.

"Hey, short stack... How'd you like to pound Ryder's cute little behind?"

He knew how dominant Brandon was, but the youth also appreciated the
pecking order and had never pushed. Nevertheless, Kent had a feeling
Brandon would really like a chance to try being on top. And he also guessed
Ryder would like that too.

"If you're man enough, that is," Kent said to Brandon with a smirk.

Ryder giggled as Brandon jumped him in a friendly attack. It was so
different having a full body right up against the back of him - the older
boy's chest and stomach, the much thinner but no less hard dick, the legs
and feet.

Fucking with Kent usually meant the groin, hands, and perhaps part of a leg
pressed against Ryder's flesh, as the rest of the man was too large to make
contact with him. And, of course, there was the different sensation of the
cockhead against his hole. The seventh grader would be able to easily slip
in, while the adult boyfriend had to spread Ryder wide open.

"I got this," smiled Brandon. "Gonna make love to ya, kid."

"It'll feel good to have you inside me, Brandon," said Ryder.

Kent thought them so utterly adorable together. With a big smile, he
grabbed the lube. It was obvious how eager both boys were, so he didn't
make a big production of it. The teacher showed Brandon how much lotion to
use and applied it, smirking as he stroked his student's throbbing juvenile
prick.

"Okay, short stack, you're good to go."

Kent shuffled back to let Brandon get into position behind Ryder, who was
squirming with anticipation. It was incredibly sexy being able to watch his
Little get mounted for the first time by another boy.

Throwing his head back with a moan, Brandon pressed his hips forward and
slid his rock-hard cocklet into Ryder's ass, the grip feeling like his
pitcher's mitt on his fingers.

The slipperiness of the lube made it easier for Brandon to enter Ryder. Out
of the hundreds of gay clips Brandon had viewed, none of them had bothered
to show a dick getting greased up, so for that he was grateful to the more
experienced Kent.

"Aaaawwwwwww, kid, that feels aaaawwwwesome," groaned Brandon. "Damn, I'm
actually fucking you."

"It's awesome for me too," said Ryder rather shyly while glancing up at
Kent. Brandon held him tight as instinct took over and he began to thrust.

Kent was so happy - the Little's face was utterly beautiful as he took the
middle-schooler's dick.  It was the sort of thing Ryder had longed to
experience as a boy and hadn't been able to.

"Quite the stud," Kent said to Brandon, nodding his approval.

"You know it," Brandon replied with a grin.

Kent reached down and stroked Ryder's boycock while Brandon went to
town. Their moans filled the air and it was the most wonderful thing he'd
ever heard - two boys lost in passion.

As for Ryder, he had the sensation of being joined rather than taken. The
small rod prodded like it was snooping in the hole and not muscling into
the entire bottom. Ryder's prostate was being stimulated differently -
instead of a buzzing high it felt like little blips of pleasure.

The experience was enjoyable because though Ryder knew Brandon was fucking
to dominate, it still made for a shared act between them.

"Huuuuhhhhhhhh," Ryder groaned. Kent's fingers on his hard cocklet prompted
the youngster to gaze up again at his Big. And what he saw was a different
face. Not lustful, though the jock seemed to be totally into the sight of
two boys fucking. More so approving, that he was content to see the pair
together.

"Love you," Ryder whimpered.

"Love you too," grunted Brandon.

Kent had been about to respond to Ryder when his student spoke, and so
instead he only smiled at his sweet, sexy Little. Ryder was a vision of
preteen ecstasy with Brandon pounding away at his small ass.

It was also an answer to a question Kent hadn't dared to ask. He'd watched
the two getting closer and closer and suspected Brandon was falling for his
irresistible boyfriend. The man hadn't suspected how far those feelings had
gone. But it explained the change he'd felt in the air.

"I'm sure you can do it harder," he told Brandon, just to distract himself
from the world-shaking realization that had hit him. He wanted this
experience to remain blissful for Ryder. And later, most certainly, they
would have to have a talk.

At first Brandon took up the challenge, on instinct, as he thrusted even
faster. But almost immediately he slowed down again, an awareness lurking
within him that what he was doing wasn't the same as when Kent took his own
ass.

Being with Ryder was sensual... tender... loving.

Brandon wanted to connect with the other boy, not show him who was more
powerful.

"I-I'm gonna cum soon, R-Ryder," Brandon murmured as his head went
foggy. He was a bit scared of what was happening, of not knowing how the
kid felt about him, but he allowed himself to embrace the emotion.

Kent felt Ryder shuddering in a way that meant the preteen was also
approaching his dry come.  The Big kept stroking the tiny stiff joystick,
knowing just how to get Ryder off. Turning his head, he noticed Brandon off
in his own little world. There was a vulnerability there that Kent had not
seen before and it was absolutely endearing.

"A-Are you ready to c-cum, Ryder?" panted Brandon.

"Y-Yeah," said Ryder as the two big fingers continued to churn his cocklet.

"OoooohhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Brandon shot his watery load up Ryder and
sensed the channel clench his manhood!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," purred Ryder as his dry come hit him!

Brandon collapsed with Ryder on the bed, his dick still inside the kid, as
the two tried to catch their breaths.

Kent sat back and eyed the pair with a contented smile. They were so sexy
and yet so adorable in their post-orgasm bliss. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed
over, Ryder and Brandon were a perfect picture of happy boys.

Boys in love...

It was still a shock to the system. Even though Kent had picked up on all
the clues, he'd never put it together into a complete picture. But it was
so obvious now, there was no denying it.

Kent's heart twinged a bit, but he was honestly so happy for Ryder. He
reminded himself he was the adult and beyond anything else it meant putting
the young ones' needs first.

Idly, Kent reached down and stroked Ryder's hair. "That looked intense."

Brandon half-answered Kent as he uncoupled so he could take Ryder in his
arms. "It sure was."  Confidence crept back into his face, with a smile he
knew would melt the kid's heart. "Ryder, I love you so much. I know I left
it up to you to answer. But every time I see you, I just know what's in my
heart. I want us to be boyfriends."

Ryder flushed so deeply it stung his cheeks. "Brandon... I-I'm already
boyfriends with Kent."

Uncertainty ran right through Brandon's whole body. "Oh, I didn't know. Why
didn't...?" He looked up. "Kent, I'd never muscle in on another dude's
partner."

"W-We wanted to tell you," stuttered Ryder. "But..." He was at a loss for
words. Something in him desperately yearned to say yes to this 12-year-old
boy - his mind was utterly confused.

For a brief second, the space between heartbeats, Kent did feel a
territorial snarl within him at Brandon's proposal. If the Big hadn't
finally caught on to what was happening, he might not have handled it as
well.

Even still, it took Kent a moment to make sure he had the right words
ready. "I know, Brandon.  You had no reason to think we were boyfriends
because we never told you." He couldn't fake a smile so he just shrugged
instead. "You were already so awesome about us being together in bed, I
didn't want to add on that we were a couple."

"Yeah, cool, I just-"

"No, don't worry, short stack. I'm not upset. I mean, your taste in boys is
obviously top-notch."

Brandon looked so anxious and Ryder so conflicted. Kent had to be strong,
to be certain.

"I think you and Ryder should be boyfriends. It would be great for both of
you."

Brandon hesitated; Ryder choked. Happiness and sorrow swelled within them.

"But Kent-" Ryder began. He was silenced by the gentle shake of his Big's
head and a comforting hand on his cheek.

"I love what we've had together," said Kent, soothing and
intoxicating. "You know you've always wanted a boy your age. I can't think
of a better partner for you than Brandon."

"Dude..." was all Brandon could utter. Still reeling from the
revelation. And moved by the sacrifice the other man was making on their
behalf.

"Wh-What about us?" asked Ryder of Kent, though he glanced at Brandon to
let him know with his eyes the love that was at last set free for the older
boy.

"That's for you to decide," said Kent in the same gentle tone.

"We'd still want you, teach," said Brandon as he took Ryder's
hand. Instinctively the middle- schooler knew he was speaking for the both
of them. "You're his Big. And I did promise you my ass was yours." He broke
into a grin.

"A-Are... Are we n-not boyfriends no more?" Ryder asked Kent, his lip
trembling.

The jock pulled his Little into a hug. "You're always going to be my
special boy, my doofus. I've loved you from the moment I first met you and
that's not going to change."

"Promise?" Ryder asked.

"I swear," Kent said. "We can still have fun in the bedroom, if you guys
want. But I think you both need this, to have a relationship that... that
you don't need to keep secret."

One of the few lessons Kent had learned from his dad that actually stuck
was that doing the right thing was almost never easy. It would be
incredibly selfish to demand Ryder's heart remain his and his alone. And
how could he do that when over the last few months Ryder had been so
generous and free with his love, his body, and his spirit?

Brandon drew the youngster close to him. "I love you, Ryder." He tilted his
head back to gaze up at teach. "And I guess I always kinda considered you
like a big brother, in a way. C'mere, kid, let's show Kent how much we care
for him by sealing our love with a kiss."

The older boy pulled Ryder even closer. Their mouths divided by a wall of
adult cockhead.  Brandon drew the couple in and they kissed
passionately. Lips and tongues connecting with each other and pleasuring
the man who had brought them together.

"I really do love y-you, Ryder," moaned Brandon.

"I-I love you too, Brandon."

Precome coated their mouths - they consumed it as if the adult's manhood
was blessing their new union.

Kent was still dizzy from the shocking turn of events that had just taken
place, but he also felt good about the choice he'd made. And it wasn't
goodbye, which was a relief. He would have struggled to adjust to not
having this closeness with Ryder and Brandon.

Their sweet mouths and agile tongues had his dick throbbing in seconds,
banishing the last of the cloud hanging over him. He let out a contented
groan as the two lapped and licked every inch of him.

"Hey, doofus, want to see Brandon's new trick?" Kent said, leering at the
boys.

Ryder drew back from a deep kiss with his new boyfriend, the taste of his
Big's meaty cock and sweet precome still in his mouth. Catching the faint
smile on Kent's face lifted the weight somewhat from his slender shoulders.

The strangeness of how their relationships had changed so suddenly was
lessened by how caring and understanding Kent had proven himself once
again.

"What trick is that?" Ryder said, imitating the sly expression.

From the bright red color in Brandon's cheeks, Kent figured the tween
already knew the answer.  The jock winked at him and then ruffled Ryder's
hair.

"He can cum just from fucking now." Kent waggled his eyebrows. "Come on,
short stack, let's show him what you can do."

Brandon flicked his eyes to Ryder, clearly nervous about being this
submissive to Kent, but his hard prick also showed how hot he found the
idea.

"Yeah, ok..."

Kent pulled the lube out again and got ready to give it to Brandon just how
the boy liked it.

Brandon got on all fours. Partly out of horniness, but also because he had
a need to submit to Kent, to show the dude who was still top dog even
though Brandon now had the man's boyfriend.  He did wonder if this was
teach's way of putting the tween in his place. That didn't sound like
Kent. But even if it was the case, Brandon would understand, and perhaps he
found the idea exciting.

OH, YOU WANT MY BOYFRIEND? YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO OFFER YOUR ASS. THAT'S
RIGHT, GIVE IT TO ME FIRST.

Brandon's prick got even stiffer. He had to earn Ryder by cumming through
Kent's monster cock.

It made Ryder feel better that nothing in the bedroom had changed. He lay
back on the pillows and started to jack. Anticipating the fully-grown stud
making his new boyfriend shoot without touching himself.

Kent moved into position behind the 12-year-old. He loved how the boy was
always ready to be mounted. With Ryder it was playful and Hudson
sweet. Brandon needed it rough, which wasn't something Kent was usually
into, but when he saw how his student reacted to it, it got him rock hard
and dripping.

"That's it, short stack, nice and deep," Kent said as he drove into the
quivering boy all the way to the hilt.

"Ahh!" Brandon cried.

Kent smiled and then winked at Ryder, who was already beating his little
rod. Gripping the slender hips, the jock started pounding long and deep.

Ryder studied the man who had been with him for over a year as his Big
Brother. And for almost an entire summer as his partner. Now he could see a
new and different path opening up for himself, but he took comfort in the
fact he wouldn't be losing Kent.

Because at the moment it was hot, and it would always be hot, watching Kent
having sex with another boy. Ryder loved to watch the thick slab of meat
sliding in and out of a young ass or mouth. It was especially sizzling
because the teacher had shown Brandon how to cum in a way he'd never even
considered before. And Kent also knew that Ryder got off as a watcher. A
voyeur, as Kent put it.

Ryder the voyeur was watching his new boyfriend get fucked by his Big
Brother.

Kent slammed into Brandon's body roughly, spearing him over and over
again. As hard as he was going, it would be easy to think he was completely
unleashed. But Kent always maintained a little bit of control because he
knew how strong he was and how young Brandon was.

Still, for a boy, it was one brutal fuck.

"You are so sexy like this, on all fours and taking it like a man," Kent
purred into his student's ear. "And you love it, don't you? Love being
mounted and bred by your teacher."

Brandon desperately wanted to shout out that he needed to be used, but he
held himself back in front of his new boyfriend. "It's effin' g-good. Yeah,
h-hard like that. Mmmnnnnn, cripes." He had the urge to yell IS THAT ALL
YOU GOT?! but it was important in this moment to be respectful.

He half-glanced at Ryder pulling his pud. It was as if the kid was a prize,
maybe, that Kent and Brandon had been fighting over and here the bigger
dude was giving the weaker one a thrashing.

For a moment, Brandon turned into a ghost. Not quite there for Ryder, as he
was connected to Kent. He wanted nothing between the three of them to
change. Every word Brandon had said was true. He never meant to take
anything from the man.

"My a-ass is y-yours. Wherever and wh-whenever. To u-use to make me cum."

That tingling glow surfaced from within his ass. A sign he was about to
bust a nut.

Kent smirked. "Oh, you're gonna cum from me fucking you, all right. You're
gonna shoot your load from the pounding I'm dishing out." Brandon squirmed
and panted beneath Kent, the elation he was feeling making it impossible to
stay still.

Kent knew Brandon wanted to jerk off, but for once the boy wasn't reaching
for his dick. This time he was obeying orders like a good little soldier.

The vice-like grip of the kid's ass felt unbelievably good. Kent panted
heavily as his own climax neared. He couldn't wait to shoot his load.

With wide eyes, Ryder crawled down and positioned himself to receive the
splatters of Brandon's watery squirts. His new boyfriend was biting his
lower lip. "Nnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm yours, teach. Can I cum now, please?"

"You wait 'til I shoot into you, boy."

"O-Okay. My a-ass feels good from your cock."

"Yeah, that's right, short stack, your ass is all mine," Kent moaned as he
thrust in deep.

Ryder watched Brandon pant helplessly.

Kent rode him for another minute, but that was as long as he could
last. His dick plunged in deep and unloaded a torrent of come deep in
Brandon's body.

The man groaned out, "Now go on and shoot your spunk."

"Uuuunnnnhhhhh!" Brandon squirted his boyjuice on Ryder - chest, neck,
cheek. They were powerful shots for a boy his age. All Brandon was looking
for at first was to lose his virginity.  Never did he expect for it to feel
as good as it did having that flagpole up his ass so he could cum hands
free.

"Whoooaaaaaaaaa, Brandon. Cooooolllllll." Ryder seemed to be speaking to
the other boy, but he was smiling from ear to ear at Kent. The sadness of
not being partners was replaced by the admiration that Ryder had for the
gay jock who would be there for his gay boys.

*****

On Sunday, Ryder was surprised by Kent's insistence the new couple spend
some time together.  His former boyfriend dropped them off at Brandon's
house and offered to chauffeur them throughout the week. And he was still
committed to his one-on-one time with Ryder on Wednesday.

Despite being sad about the breakup, Ryder was never made to feel bad or
guilty by his Big. In fact, Kent went out of his way to let the Little know
how happy he was that they had been together for a time and how it did his
heart a world of good to see him with a boy his own age.

Both tweens received kisses from Kent before they left the car. No sooner
did they step in the door of the Welsh residence than Brandon introduced
Ryder as his boyfriend. Mrs. Welsh hesitated, but then she put on a big
smile and embraced Ryder to welcome him to the family. The only negativity
was everybody saying that Mr. Welsh couldn't know.

Clint jumped on Ryder and said, "Are you really my brother's boyfriend?"

This was Brandon's middle brother. Dark hair, same as Brandon, though
combed to the side and straight instead of gentle curls. And he wasn't
skinny but instead somewhat more filled in, as if his body wanted to be
like his big brother. A sucker was perpetually in his mouth, the white
stick flicking around when he talked.

Ryder replied, "Yep, I'm his boyfriend."

Clint scrunched up his face. "Does that mean you kiss and stuff?"

"Hey, Clint," said Brandon as he nodded for his partner to join him in his
bedroom, "me and Ryder are gonna hang out, so you go play with your toys."

"'Kay," answered Clint, but then he ran across and grabbed his brother by
the shirt.

"Don't stretch it, you brat," smiled Brandon.

"Do you only like boys then?" asked Clint.

"Yeah," responded Brandon, still nodding to Ryder to hurry it to the
bedroom or suffer the fate of Little Brother 20 Questions.

"I don't know if I like boys or girls," announced Clint.

"You'll find out in a few years," said Brandon patiently. "C'mon, Ryder."

For Ryder it was all so magical. Not until that moment did he realize how
powerful it was to have a relationship out in the open. Everything Kent had
said was true. If they had remained a couple, it would always have to be a
secret until Ryder was old enough. It was the best feeling in the world to
be with Kent, but no one would ever know how special they were to each
other beyond Big and Little Brother.

Ryder noticed the youngest of the family, Dixon, had tuned them out and was
watching his cartoon. It seemed like the news of the outing was either
unwelcome or boring to the seven-year- old. Ryder wondered if Dixon was
straight, in which case the tyke might be disgusted. Dixon was tough to
read.

"Here's some juice," said Mrs. Welsh as she handed two glasses to Ryder.

"Thanks, Mom," nodded Brandon with his trademark cocky grin that was so
sexy.

Brandon couldn't wait to get his ball and chain alone in his room
(actually, balls and chain, he thought amusingly). It was so hot that Ryder
would be the first boy he'd ever brought home. As soon as the door was
closed, Brandon pushed the dude up against his poster of a shirtless
soldier so they could make out.

Most of the d‚cor in the room had a military theme - camo netting, dog
tags, canteen, fake bayonet. But the poster was one example of Brandon
displaying a well-conditioned soldier without his dad figuring out it was
mainly for his son to get his rocks off.

Even the majority of the porn Brandon enjoyed had a military theme. The
first day he'd laid eyes on Kent, the middle-schooler couldn't believe how
much teach resembled his favorite soldier porn star. Brandon would jack off
imagining himself being fucked by the erotic performer, so it was a dream
come true when he was taken by Kent.

"Frickin' hell, kid, you're so hot," said Brandon who, smooth as silk, took
the glasses of juice from Ryder and set them on his night table.

Brandon dragged Ryder to the bed and they necked some more. Clint knocked
on two occasions and each time Mrs. Welsh could be heard calling for him to
help her in the kitchen.

"Sorry," chuckled Brandon. "Unfortunately, we're gonna get a lot of
that. He's always gotta know where I am at all times. He'll get used to us
eventually and we won't be bothered as much."

"I never, like, realized how much I wanted someone like you," Ryder said
bashfully.

"Well. You got him. Hey, boyfriend, I'm sorry about teach."

"Thanks, but... Kent was right about everything. Me and him had fun,
but... it's not the same."

"I don't want your Big Brother to ever feel left out. We'll take care of
him, you and me. Hey?  Dude totally deserves it, he's the coolest."

"He is. I appreciate you saying that, Brandon."

"Pfft, you don't have to thank me. If it means we get to play together with
that horse cock..."  Brandon whinnied, which got Ryder to laugh.

"And he makes so much jizz now," mused Ryder. "Especially the first come of
the day. And you'd think he'd, like, emptied his nutsack, but no."

"I know! I mean, where does all that other spooge come from?"

"He must be like a camel. Has a hump inside him."

"Ha, yeah. Well, kid, talkin' about teach like that has made ME super
horny."

Brandon smiled and placed his hands behind his head as Ryder unzipped his
jeans and blew him.  It was the best having sex in his own bed. Ryder's
mouth on his cock was pure heaven. How awesome was it that the kid had Kent
to teach him about sex. Because now Ryder knew his way around a dick.

"Gonna cum, Ryder," groaned Brandon and he shot his load.

At least Clint had the decency to time his intrusions between
orgasms. Especially since the couple had gotten naked to fuck.

Brandon mounted Ryder missionary style and they kissed passionately while
making love. The kid needed to jack off because Brandon couldn't quite
reach his G-spot. But in time that would change.

*****

On the Monday after school, Ryder tried the door to Kent's office but found
it locked.

"It's me," whispered the preteen.

"Just a second," he heard Kent's voice whisper back.

Ryder waited for the door to be unlocked and he lingered a few seconds more
because he suspected Kent had unmounted himself from Brandon temporarily
and was returning to the other side of the room. Sure enough, when Ryder
opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of his Big plowing his
boyfriend on the desk.

"H-How's my Little?" grunted Kent.

"Good t-timing, kid," moaned Brandon.

"You guys look so hot," said Ryder as he settled into a chair, got his dick
out, and started jacking.

"C'mon, h-harder," challenged Brandon.

"Not until you say your ass is mine," barked Kent.

"All yours, teach. To u-use whenever and wh-wherever," whimpered Brandon.

The entire time Ryder was together with Kent, he never got to see the thick
cock penetrating an ass ring. But here there was a perfect view.

"Cum for me, boy. You don't need your hand. My cock'll make you shoot."

"Slam it home, d-dude. Frickin' harder!"

Fortunately the desk was solid, otherwise it would have rocked and creaked
with the force Kent was exerting on his student's rear.

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh," Brandon mewled and his watery squirts blasted
across the desk.

But Kent wouldn't relent. With sexy mercilessness he kept up his assault on
the small ass until he was satisfied his orgasm would be the absolute best.

Ryder had already dry-cummed along with his boyfriend, but he gave himself
a mini-come when Kent shot his jizz up into Brandon's guts.

*****

"Hump day," laughed Kent.

"Hump day, all right," giggled Ryder.

It was like old times for the Big and Little. Kent had cooked them a
healthy salmon and rice dinner and soon afterward they were cuddled
together in the jock's bed.

"I missed you, Kent," said Ryder as they kissed.

"But are you happy?"

"Yeah, but I still missed you."

"See? I'm still in your life."

"I know. But it is different."

"Change is good, even if it's difficult sometimes."

"You're not sad?"

"Yeah. I am. You know what makes it all better, though?"

"What?"

"Knowing my Little is leading the life he's supposed to lead."

"I am really, really, really, really happy you'll always be my first
boyfriend no matter what."

"Heeeyyyyy, that is so strange."

"Why?"

"I had the exact same thought just now. Literally the same thought. We must
share the same brain."

Ryder giggled. "Maybe we're twins separated at birth."

"He makes you happy, doesn't he." It was a statement, not a question.

At that, Ryder blushed. "Um." Then with a huge smile. "Yeaaahhhhh."

"I knew it. Am I a matchmaker or am I matchmaker?"

"You're like cupid. With an arrow and bow. And a gigantor cock."

"Which I plan to use on you because it's..."

"...Hump Day!"

Ryder was on all fours as Kent fucked him gently. It was almost like Kent
was a sensor and could tell what exactly he needed to do to make a boy feel
good. With Brandon it was a severe pounding, but with Ryder it was
nurturing.

"Ooooohhhh, Kent. I love cumming a whole buncha times with you fucking me."

"I love fucking my Little. I know you have a boyfriend, but right now,
you're my lover boy."

"Mmmm, Kent. Keep calling me that."

"You're my sweet Ryder. My lover boy."

"Yeeaaahhhh, I'm your lover boy."

"My lover boy... Oh God, doofus, I can't hold back any longer."

"Shoot in me, Kent. I love you so much, Big Brother."

Afterward they 69ed lazily, bathing each other's cocks with their
tongues. Ryder needed to cum so badly, but he waited until Kent was ready
so that they could climax together.

"I want to fuck you again," smiled Kent.

"Yeah, I want you to too," said Ryder, biting his lip. "Um, can you maybe
not say anything about it to Brandon?"

"What do you mean?" asked Kent as he caressed his Little's cheek.

"Well, uh... Brandon kinda said he wanted us to have only ONE of your loads
a day, TWO tops, 'cause we should save our energies for our boyfriend
sex. But it's the only thing I don't really agree with and I just want you
and me to do what we want. Plus, we both wanna fuck, so..."

Kent wasn't sure about just going ahead and having sex without a
discussion. But saying no to Ryder was never easy and right then it didn't
seem like the right time to argue over it. His dick was way too hard for
him to think clearly anyway.

"Okay, doofus, if this makes you happy I won't say anything."

They made love for the rest of the evening. Ryder was supposed to go home,
but he called his mom and begged to stay over. He lied about having done
his homework in order to end the call, and, of course, being a teacher,
Kent made sure the assignment was completed before he'd let Ryder suck him
off for his bedtime snack.

The pair cuddled and sighed and in that moment Ryder felt good about
everything. His relationship. His brotherhood. His life.

*****

Kent was finding Brandon true to his word in offering up his ass and mouth
to his favorite teacher. Though Kent did worry a bit about being caught,
there was nothing he could do when Brandon slipped into his office, locked
the door, and dropped his shorts.

Sometimes Kent sent Brandon to the rest of his classes with two loads
delivered into him - one from each end. The preteen's need for Kent to use
him hard increased with each secret, over-the- desk fuck. Streaming out
curses between moans of pleasure, Brandon demanded to be used, overpowered,
owned.

Kent hadn't known a boy could be so slutty and it was incredibly hot. He
checked again to be sure Brandon was enjoying it, which got him a rakish
grin, and decided if his student liked it, Kent would give it to him just
like he wanted it.

So by Thursday, when Brandon walked in, Kent was primed and ready for
it. As the future all- star pitcher locked the office door, Kent asked, "My
favorite slut ready for a hard pounding?"

Brandon shivered in pleasure, not even knowing why, but being called a slut
just sounded right.  "Uh-huh..."

Kent stood in the middle of the office and undid his fly. "Prove it to
me. Suck it."

As if his knees were magnetic and the tiled floor between Kent's legs were
metal, Brandon could not resist dropping in front of the jock, fishing out
the rock-solid pole, and sucking like his life depended on it.

"I'm a fuckin' whore for your cock, teach."

Brandon had to be careful about swearing. It was the one demand from his
mom. So in front of his little brothers and even in front of Ryder,
everything was "cripes" and "frickin'." But around Kent there was the
freedom to dispense of the niceties and tell it like it was.

"Bet you love a dirty boy slurping your fuckin' fat prick," purred the
middle-schooler as his tongue lapped around the piss slit.

Thanks to his new boyfriend, Brandon was able to dive down and get that
monster in his mouth right to the hilt. He had the man moaning (softly of
course) and groaning (super softly because of his deep voice).

It was so strange the effect that Kent had on Brandon. He loved that the
bigger dude was in charge and the young buck was... what? Brandon didn't
quite know what to call it.

Kent let the boy do his work, slurping noisily on every inch of his
teacher's cock. It was interesting to him how dominant Brandon was in just
about every aspect, but he liked being overpowered by Kent. And the way he
said things like "I'm a fuckin' whore for your cock, teach" was so sexy
because it was like he was saying he needed this, needed to be put in his
place.

Just as with Ryder and Hudson, Kent found himself responding to that
need. "That's my dirty little whore," he said, testing the waters. "Suck my
cock like the slut you were born to be."

Kent wasn't aggressive by nature, but fortunately he'd seen enough porn to
have some idea what to say.

A rush rolled over Brandon and the little erect tool in his pants went even
stiffer. He pulled the horse cock out of his mouth and gasped, "Again,
teach. Say it again."

He returned to his suck job and heard Kent not just repeat what he'd said
but also venture into other commands to control Brandon. "I said, suck it,
you slut. You're my dirty whore at my beck and call."

That made Brandon so hard. He moaned softly to let Kent know he needed to
hear more as he increased his suction.

"Look at you on your knees where you belong, slut. Yeah, you dirty slut. I
told you to suck it, whore."

Brandon feigned resistance and thrilled at the jock's hands pushing his
lips down to the patch of pubes. The 12-year-old choked but was in no
distress. He coughed and spattered slobber into Kent's crotch.

"Swallow it, you greedy slut."

Kent fucked the boy's lips mercilessly, because the more he did it the more
Brandon mewled in pleasure. They'd uncovered something hidden in Brandon's
heart, something he needed, and Kent was going to give it to him.

"You dirty little cocksucker. Can't get enough, can you?"

Kent watched Brandon gurgle and moan around his mouthful. He pulled the boy
off his cock and bent him over the desk. Brandon's shorts and boxers were
yanked down to his ankles and Kent, lubed with Brandon's spit, went hard
into the smooth ass.

"Take it, whore."

"Huuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhh," Brandon groaned and his mouth was silenced by
Kent's hand.

FUCKIN' HURTS AND FEELS SO FUCKIN' GOOD, YOU BIG-DICK BASTARD - all muffled
and unheard from the tween's lips.

Brandon loved and hated himself. He was a tough guy, a future baseball
star, the man of the house. What the hell was happening to him? Why the
hell was his dick so hard from being used by this bigger, tougher, stronger
dude?

AW, FUCK, WHO CARES? he thought. The student managed to free his mouth and
whispered hoarsely, "I'm your slut. Use me like a come rag."

But teach slapped a hand over his mouth again. "I didn't tell you to talk,
you fuckin' whore," Kent seethed into his ear. Gaaaawwwwd, that made
Brandon moan in ecstasy. "Yeah, you're my come rag. I'll use you whenever I
fuckin' want. That ass belongs to me, hear that, you little fuck?  You
little fuckin' whore?"

Brandon could sense that every moan of satisfaction from his boy mouth was
only spurring Kent on to turn his student into his personal come dump.

"I'm gonna fuckin' jizz up your ass and don't you fuckin' dare clean
yourself - I want the school to know you're teach's little bitch tramp."

Kent kept up the brutal pounding and the verbal assault as Brandon squirmed
and moaned. The boy was in a state of ecstasy Kent hadn't seen him in
before. So he kept at it, using Brandon just the way he was begging to be
used.

Kent was surprised when, midway through the rough ride, Brandon shuddered
and shot his load.  The man didn't let up, though, going as hard as before.

After a thorough plundering of the smooth ass, Kent finally unleashed,
pumping the kid full of cream. Afterwards, he didn't move, panting, sated,
a bit surprised by the spell that had come over him. "That was so good..."

Brandon moaned helplessly. His body sprawled over the desk, his legs
half-dangling in the air, his ass sore with the flag pole still stuck up in
it.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, teach. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. That WAS so good."

With a dazed smile on his face, Brandon wondered how the hell he was going
to concentrate on his book report after the intense workout and the
realization he loved to think of himself as Kent's school tramp.

"Don't... tell Ryder about this stuff," he said. "Please. I... don't want
him to know. 'Kay?"

Kent took a moment to gather his wits. He slowly withdrew from Brandon's
cum-filled ass and then did up his shorts. His nerves were still echoing
with the intensity of his climax.

"I won't tell him if you don't want me to," Kent said as Brandon got
dressed. He looked the boy in the eye. "But there's nothing wrong with what
you want. Okay? As long as you're not hurting anyone, it's good to be who
you are."

Kent couldn't help but recognize the speech he'd given himself on so many
occasions.

Adjusting his tee shirt, Brandon nodded and said, "It was wild, teach. I
don't know why I..." This wasn't the Brandon he liked in himself, this
weird uncertain youngster. "Anyway, it's a lot to ask 'cause I know you and
Ryder were together. And I don't want anything to change between us. I
mean, you're my jizz factory." With a smile, he delivered a friendly punch
to Kent's arm.

Brandon continued: "It's just, the kid and the rug rats, they need a tough
guy and I'm their man, so... This we'll keep for just you and me, you know,
this is our thing."

He threw a one-two punch in the air and smiled as Kent feinted with him.

It worried Kent, this talk of how much responsibility Brandon had to
shoulder at home. Perhaps, by some measure, it wasn't his business. But
even if they weren't fucking, Brandon was still his student and Kent looked
after those in his charge. He was going to have to figure out just what was
going on with the boy's family.

"Ok, it's just our thing... Better get your bitch ass here tomorrow, same
time, got it?"

Brandon grinned and sauntered out, back to being brash and cocky, even
though the taste of cock was still on his tongue and his ass was thoroughly
tenderized and full of spooge.

*****

Kent couldn't help but get a wistful feeling in his heart when he picked
Ryder up on Saturday.  The boy was wearing the exact same outfit Kent had
picked out for him on their first date. His hair was even styled the same.

But Kent wasn't picking him up for a night out with him. He was chaperoning
a date between Ryder and Brandon.

"Hey, doofus, your fly's open," Kent said as Ryder got in the car beside
him.

"What?! It is not!" But Ryder looked down anyway.

Kent tapped his nose. "Made you look."

"Aww, you're mean," Ryder said, but he was smiling.

"Just getting you to relax, doofus."

"I'm totally relaxed..."

"Uh-huh."

"It's just... This is our first DATE date, you know? Me and Brandon, I
mean."

"I know. But you're an old hand at it now, you'll be fine."

Ryder flashed him a grin. "Thanks, Big."

"No problem."

Only there was, actually, a problem, which they discovered as soon as they
got to the Welsh residence. Kent heard the fight all the way from the
street. Not sure what was happening, but not one to stay on the sidelines,
Kent went and knocked on the door.

Brandon answered it, looking peeved. "Hey, teach. Uh, sorry, um... My mom
was supposed to stay with Clint tonight, but she has to go take care of my
aunt and..."

Kent laid a calming hand on his shoulder. "Take it easy, buddy. Yelling at
your mom isn't going to solve the problem."

"But-"

"No, she's your mom. You don't yell at her even if she makes you mad."

Brandon fumed but nodded. "Fine..."

Mrs. Welsh - Becky - came over to the door and smiled at Kent. They'd met a
couple of times and Kent knew her enough to know she was overworked and
stressed but she really cared about her boys. So whatever was going on, she
wasn't out to make Brandon miserable just for fun.

"I'm sorry, Kent, it just came up. I know Ryder will be disappointed, but I
have to get going."

Kent knew his Little would be crushed. And of course, that was something to
be avoided at all costs. So there was really only one answer.

"I could look after Clint while the boys have their date, Becky. If that's
okay with you."

She stared at him like he'd just swooped down from Heaven. "You'd be okay
with that?"

"Sure, it's not a big deal. If Brandon and Clint are cool with it."

Brandon broke into a huge grin. "Aw, teach, you're the best! Hey, Clint,
get your shoes on, you're coming with us!" He saw his middle brother
charging into the living room, with of course a sucker in his mouth. At
least the rug rat was presentable enough in his red print shirt and knee-
length jean shorts (the unripped ones) and though his white socks were a
bit dingy they would do.

"What?!" shouted Clint. "Where're we going?!"

Brandon hid his grin as Clint stopped short at the sight of Kent. The boy
was notorious for being shy around strangers, and teach did cut an
intimidating figure.

"This is my phys. ed. teacher I was telling you about. Mr. MacTiernan. He's
also Ryder's Big Brother from the program. Mr. MacTiernan was gonna sit at
his own table at the restaurant, but you can sit with him as long as you
don't annoy him." Brandon made sure to say that last part almost as a
threat, to let Clint know he wasn't going to do anything to ruin his big
brother's first date.

"Hi," Clint said shyly to Kent, but he was holding onto Brandon's arm for
protection.

Kent gave the tyke a big friendly smile. Clint really was a slightly
smaller version of Brandon, though apparently without the attitude. But
that was fine. Kent was used to dealing with boys who were slow to trust.

He knelt down so he was more eye level with the youngster.

"Hey Clint, what I ACTUALLY said to short stack here is that if you were
okay with it, I'd treat you to dinner while your brother and Ryder have
their date. If you don't want to, I get it. They're going to this pizza
place and you probably don't like pizza. Or brownies with ice cream, which
the place has too. So if you don't want to, it's totally fine."

He gave the boy a wink. "If you DO want to go, I think we could have
fun. But you'd have to call me Kent, okay?"

Brandon watched Clint do his curled-lip thing he did when he was on his way
to not being shy.  The middle-schooler also admired how Kent was able to
roll with the punches and make everything all right.

Clint murmured, "I... But I do like pizza. And I really, really love
brownies and ice cream."

With infinite patience, Brandon winced as Clint squeezed his arm to get big
brother to answer for him, but that wasn't happening. "Don't look at me,"
said Brandon. "You're being rude to Kent."

Clint rolled the sucker in his mouth back and forth, the stick whipping
around in the air.  "Uuummmmmm... I kinda wanna go, Kent, if that's ok." He
shrugged as if to say he wasn't trying to be rude.

"All right," Brandon said impatiently, "get your shoes on."

Like an obedient soldier, Clint raced to the closet and followed orders.

Brandon turned to his teacher. "At least you don't hafta deal with my
youngest brother, Dixon.  He's at a friend's house for a sleepover. So
we're free and clear this evening."

Kent got all the boys into his car. It worked out best to have Ryder and
Brandon share the backseat, so Clint ended up front with the chaperone.

It was a strangely familiar experience, dealing with Clint. It took Kent
back to when he'd first met Ryder. He hoped Clint would be willing to come
out of his shell as readily as his Little had.

Kent started off easy, just asking the tyke what school he went to, what
his favorite subject was, if there were sports he liked to play. By the
time they got to the restaurant, Clint was at least not looking back to his
older brother for reassurance.

The two boyfriends took a table in the back corner, so Kent chose one near
the window where he could keep an eye on them as needed but left them more
or less on their own.

When he saw Clint looking back towards Brandon, Kent cleared his
throat. "They're on their date, little man. Be cool and let your brother
have his own fun."

Clint Welsh giggled and turned back. "I was just seeing if they were gonna
kiss. But nope."  Because his big brother had insisted on it, Clint had
thrown away his sucker. But he wasn't leaving the house without his
star-shaped shades even though it was getting dark. Kent had even said they
looked good on him.

The boy wasn't comfortable around men who weren't his dad or his big
brother, but even though Kent looked muscly and tough he was actually
really nice. During the car ride, he'd told Clint to pick whatever radio
station he wanted to listen to. And he even let Clint choose the pizza
toppings and laughed when the boy had said just meat. Apparently that's
what Ryder liked too.

Clint said shyly, "So, um, are you, like, my big brother's gym teacher and
are you helping him be a major league pitcher?"

"Yeah, I'm helping him with his weight training so he can build up
muscle. Your brother has a fire in him. I think he's going to be
unstoppable." Kent swirled the ice in his water glass with his straw. "You
really look up to him, huh?"

It was so endearing to Kent, seeing the kid's devotion to Brandon. Clint
clearly worshipped his big brother. It also got Kent curious again about
what was going on at home. Brandon had indicated their dad wasn't around
all that often. How much was his student really taking on at the Welsh
residence?

"Yeah, Brandon's so cool. Did you know one time he saved my life - I almost
got runned over by a car 'cause I was racing across the street, but Brandon
saw me and he ran so fast and pushed me, and at first I was mad because I
thought he was just being mean, but then I saw the car whoosh by, and I
realized 'whoa' I coulda got killed, so I hugged him and cried and he,
like, patted my head and said he'd always look out for me and make sure
nothing bad happened, and he's always taking care of me, my mom, and our
other brother, Dixon, who's not here 'cause he's at a sleepover, so it
woulda just been me and Brandon tonight if he couldn't go on his date."

"Hey, little man, better take a sip of your water there."

Kent smiled to himself. Brandon had warned him that once Clint got over his
shyness you couldn't shut the kid up. But Kent was charmed by the sweet
youngster, who reminded him so much of Ryder when they'd first started to
hang out together as Big and Little.

Clint pushed up the star-shaped shades that had slid down his nose and
dutifully took a sip of his water. He was about to sneak another peek at
Brandon, but he remembered what Kent had told him. And anyway, the gym
teacher was as super nice as Brandon said he was. Clint liked sitting next
to Kent.

"I just turned 10 years old. How old're you?"

Clint saw Kent laugh-choke on his water. "Ahem, well, how old do you think
I am?"

"Mmmmmmm, I would saaaayyyyyyyyyyy. A hundred and four."

He liked that his joke had made Kent laugh.

"People tell me I don't look a day over a hundred and two."

"No, but, ummmmmmmm... I would really
saaaaaayyyyyy... Twentyyyyyyyyyyy... three."

"Wow, Clint, you're right!"

"REALLY?!"

"That's exactly how old I am."

"I'm a pretty good guesser."

"You sure are."

"So, like, um, when's your birthday?"

"June 4th."

"Hey, Brandon's is on June 1st! And Ryder's is on June 8th!"

"They're pretty close, yeah."

"Next year when I turn 11 you're gonna come to my birthday party, aren't
you?''

"If I'm invited, I will be there."

"I'm gonna let my mom know she hasta invite you for sure. You can help me
blow out the candles if you want. I don't always get every one."

"It'd be an honor."

"So, how long've you been a phys. ed. teacher?"

"Just over a year."

"I'm in grade five. In TWO years I'll be in your gym class, so make sure
you're still the teacher there. Do you get to play dodgeball in grade
seven?"

Kent was thoroughly charmed by the boy. Far from being the pest Brandon had
suggested, Clint proved to be completely adorable. The way his eyes lit up
when he was excited, the dimpled smile when he joked around, the way he
half-bounced in his seat from happiness and nervousness, it was all pure,
wonderful boy to Kent.

It was why he'd gotten into the Big Brother program. Just being around
someone like Clint made him happy. The tyke was at that beautiful age Kent
remembered so well, the one where the whole world seemed full of endless
possibilities.

"We play dodgeball sometimes," answered Kent. "You like that? I bet you're
really good at it, feet like lightning. I bet no one can hit you."

"Usually I'm, like, the last one or two left. I won't do it for long,
'cause I know Brandon'll get mad, but watch."

Clint took off his shades, jumped down from his seat, and darted behind
Kent, to his left, to his right, and down below. He giggled as Kent's head
whipped around trying to keep up with him.

Sneakily, Clint returned to his seat so his big brother wouldn't notice his
athletic display. He left the shades off, resting his chin in his hand,
looking up at Kent.

"And I know how to hold onto a ball tight, so if someone throws, I can
deflect it. You just grip the ball like this with your fingers curled and
use it almost, like, a shield. But, yeah, you can see I'm pretty fast on my
feet too, so players from the other side have a hard time keeping up with
me."

"With footwork like that, you're probably really good at basketball, right?
You'd be all over the court."

Kent was delighted to see he had Clint's focus. He understood the youngster
idolized his big brother and of course it made sense, but Brandon was going
to need time to himself as he got busier with school and sports. That would
leave Clint bereft and Kent didn't want the boy to feel abandoned.

Of course Kent's primary focus was and would be Ryder, but that didn't mean
he couldn't keep an eye on Clint as well, when the chance arose.

Ryder was nervous being on a date with Brandon - despite what he'd said
earlier - and only then did he realize it was all just part of the
experience. He was so used to begging Kent for something he wanted, but he
liked that Brandon was in charge.

It was awesome how his boyfriend had the ear of the waitress. "We'll have a
medium pepperoni, salami, and green pepper pizza. He'll have a ginger ale
and I'll have a Pepsi. We'll start with your cheesy breadsticks. This is a
special occasion, it's our first date. Yeah, yeah, we're officially
boyfriends. So if some extra cheese were to find its way on our pizza, it
would totally make our night. Hey, thanks, Delores." And with a wink to
Ryder, "Yeah, I'm a pretty lucky fella."

The couple had discussed the toppings earlier and Ryder had agreed to try
at least one veggie on his pizza. Something about Brandon made Ryder relax
and go with the flow instead of always pushing and pleading. Maybe the
older boy was helping Ryder to grow up.

Brandon couldn't believe how lucky he was to end up with the grade-schooler
who had stolen his heart. He was intent on proving to Ryder he could take
care of the kid. Show him a good time, entertain him with some stories,
hold his hand to let him know how special he was.

Being an openly gay baseball pitcher might possibly impact his career. But
Brandon was willing to take that risk if it meant he could be with Ryder.

The next hour just flew by as they chatted, laughed, and professed their
love. They only got one weird stare from some dude with his girlfriend. But
the 12-year-old gave the jerk the evil eye and that put an end to it.

Brandon smiled when Delores brought them ice cream to share - on the
house. He left her a big tip.

Kent let Clint do most of the talking, asking questions when needed and
happily going along with the rambling shift of topics that flitted through
the middle Welsh brother's head.

When he saw the boys ready to go, Kent cashed out as well. He also got a
jawbreaker out of the candy machine up front and gave it to Clint. The tyke
beamed in delight and immediately popped it in his mouth.

They were in no hurry, so Kent hung out with Clint by the entrance. Brandon
caught his teacher's eye and gave Clint a quick glance and, seeing all was
well, went back to conversing with his new boyfriend. Kent really liked to
see how focused his student was and how seriously he was taking this
relationship with Ryder.

Back at the apartment, Kent briefly distracted Clint with the size of the
TV, which provided Brandon the opportunity to escape with Ryder into the
bedroom.

It was a little odd to not be going with the pair, but that had never been
the plan for the night.  And this way, Kent had some company, so it was 20
percent less awkward.

When Clint started to look around for where Brandon had disappeared to,
Kent distracted him again by turning the TV on.

"How about you and I hang out? Want to watch a show with me?"

Clint noticed the framed photo of Kent in a singlet sitting next to a
trophy. He bounded over to the shelf and picked up both. The jawbreaker in
his mouth had barely decreased in size, so he had to cram it against the
inside of his cheek to talk.

"Keeeeent," said Clint accusingly as if he should have already been told
about this. "You never said you were a wrestler!"

He noticed Kent pat the empty seat next to him on the couch. Instead of
placing the items back, the grade-schooler took them over to Kent. "Look at
you putting this guy in a wrestling hold, cool!" He sat down next to the
man. "And look, you got first place! Kent, are you like a wrestling star?"

Kent explained his grappling college story, which filled the boy with awe
and wonder. It was adorable how Clint had begged to let him put the photo
and trophy on the coffee table while they hung out so he could look at
them.

"Let's watch TV," said Kent. "What'd I do with the remote?"

"I know, I seen where you put the remote! Found it. It was tucked in the
couch cushions."

Kent smiled again, remembering how he'd called Ryder his own personal
raccoon, and here was Clint vying for the title.

"I'll just bet you're a BIG MOUTH fan, am I right?"

"Brandon's seen the show, but he won't let me, even though I told him I'm
old enough. So, yeah, it'd be totally cool and I promise I won't tell 'im
you let me. You know what, Ryder's so lucky he gets to have you as a Big -
I know that word, Ryder says it's from the program - but he's lucky to have
you as a Big 'cause you're, like, majorly cool."

"You're awfully cool yourself," Kent told him. "You can tell short stack I
let you watch the show, just don't tell your mom or she'll yell at me and
that would really ruin my day." Kent winked at Clint. The show was crude
and full of foul language and so on, but it wouldn't do the kid any
harm. And it would keep Clint focused on something other than his brother.

Kent kicked off his shoes and socks and relaxed. The boy copied him, which
made the jock laugh and inspired him to slip an arm around Clint's
shoulders. He was happy to see Brandon's brother comfortable and happy
around him. The tyke was such a sweetie. Kent was grateful for the turn
things had taken that had caused him to wind up babysitting.

The arm around him made Clint instinctively snuggle against the man, like
they'd known each other a long time. He was the kind of boy who just sat
and stared wide eyed at the TV no matter what the show was. It was one of
the reasons his mom was able to use what she called the electronic sitter
to settle Clint down.

"Kid," smiled Brandon at Ryder as they lay naked together in the bedroom,
"alone at last." They caressed one another's bodies. It was like they'd
rented a hotel room for a private rendezvous. A twinge of guilt snuck up on
Brandon, being in the bed of the man whose boyfriend he'd taken.  But by
the same token it also felt right because it was Kent who'd brought them
together.

"That was an awesome first date," said Ryder.

"Wasn't it, though? We got the Delores stamp of approval."

"That was so cool of her with the ice cream."

"Let's make Pizza Palace our special place as long as she works there."

"And you got me to eat my vegetables. Green pepper's actually good on
pizza."

"WITH extra cheese."

"You were soooooooo smooth. 'If cheese happens to get on the pizza-'"

"No... 'If some extra cheese were to find its way on our pizza-'"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. 'If some extra cheese were to find its way on our pizza,
it would totally make our night.'"

"And did it?"

"It totally did. I'm never gonna forget our first date."

"Glad I could make it special for you. I love taking care of my man."

They kissed and made love.

BIG MOUTH was a total blast for Clint. A few times when the show was
particularly dirty, he looked up at Kent with a shocked smile.

After the first episode he begged for just one more, and Kent said Clint
reminded him of someone but wouldn't say who. The begging worked, however,
and they watched a second episode.

"Kent, what's a Hormone Monster? Kids don't really see them," Clint said
skeptically.

As with Ryder, Kent never shied away from these questions. Clint was
getting to an age where he had to know anyway. And Kent was a teacher at
heart.

"It's just a funny joke in the show. When you get to be 12 or so, your body
starts going through changes so that you can make babies. As a boy, your
wiener will start shooting stuff called sperm.  The show is all about kids
going through these changes and the Hormone Monster is like a joke about
how confusing and stressful it can be going through puberty."

Between the questions and the snuggling, it was impossible to not see the
parallels with Ryder.  And while Clint was dark haired and Ryder blond,
they did even look alike somewhat.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, so that's what's happening with Brandon and his boyfriend,"
giggled Clint. "I guess they're kinda like that gay kid in the show, 'cause
both of them said they only like boys.  But I don't know if I like boys or
girls. Which ones do you like?"

"I like boys," Kent said without hesitation.

He was mirroring Clint's own words, so there wasn't anything odd about what
he'd said on the surface. Sure, he should have changed it to "men," but the
reality Kent was coming to grips with was that he liked men just fine, but
his heart would always belong to boys.

"You'll figure it out when it's time," Kent said. "Some people figure it
out as early as age five.  Some don't know what they want until their 30s
or even later."

"Whoa, cool," Clint said with a smile.

"Hey, next time you come over, you should bring a swimsuit. It's still warm
enough we can use the pool."

"Really?" Clint said, eyes wide with delight at the idea of swimming but
also with the indication that he would be welcome back.

"Of course!" Kent said and poked him in the side, making the boy giggle.

*****

The following day, Kent picked up Ryder and swung by Brandon's. It turned
out Clint had had so much fun the night before he was begging to come
along. And since swim weather was almost over, and because Kent was happy
to see the kid again, he told Clint it was okay with him.

Once back at his place, Kent invited them all to go into the pool, but
Ryder and Brandon clearly preferred getting back into the bedroom. Clint,
however, was ready. He'd even come over in his trunks, which were not as
revealing as Ryder's Speedos, to Kent's regret.

It was cooling off enough that no one at the complex was interested in
swimming, so they had the place to themselves. Kent picked Clint up in both
arms and tossed him effortlessly into the water. Then he dove on in after.

"Gotcha!" he crowed when he surfaced, splashing water all over Clint.

"Hey, you're way fast!" giggled Clint. "Bet you can't catch me now."

With three years' worth of swim lessons under his belt, the youngster dove
and torpedoed through the water to the other end of the pool. He glanced
back and saw the man's body in hot pursuit. Before he had even reached the
halfway mark, Clint felt his foot grabbed and yanked back.

The boy giggled as he surfaced with Kent and was pulled into a bear hug.

"Woo hoo, Kent, you're like a dolphin. No, a shark." Clint laughed.

"Rawr!" Kent said, making a fake biting gesture. "Gonna gobble you up!"

Clint shrieked and giggled and then wriggled loose, diving away to the
other end of the pool.  Kent followed more slowly this time, like a shark
on the hunt for his next meal. Nothing made his heart sing as much as the
sound of a boy's laughter.

Clint played in the pool with Kent for the promised hour. But he pleaded
for just a half hour more. This made Kent smile and shake his head.

"What'd I say?" asked the fifth grader with a grin. "Oh, is it the boy I
remind you of?"

"Yeah, you crazy little beggar," laughed Kent.

"So can we? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzz?"

Clint was delighted to hear they could stay another half hour. He showed
off his diving skills to Kent and totally loved receiving tips with
demonstrations.

But Kent was worried about them turning into prunes, so they headed back
into the apartment.  Clint was about to run down the hall and knock on the
bedroom door, but Kent put his finger to his own lips and whispered that
they needed to get cleaned up first. The boy broke the land-speed record
for fastest shower, besting Ryder's time by one-point-five seconds.

Even before Clint asked for his clothes, Kent had already pulled out one of
his old college tee shirts for the kid to wear. It was delightful to see
Clint just as excited as Ryder was to be attired in something Kent
owned. Unfortunately, the boy was shy and had only poked his head out the
bathroom door, so there was no view of the naked 10-year-old for Kent to
get a peek at.

He bribed the tyke with a jawbreaker and an episode of BIG MOUTH to stay on
the couch while he got cleaned up as well.

Kent showered quickly, though his mind did wander to thoughts of how cute
Clint was, and that made him eager for a quick wank, but he didn't trust
Clint would stay put that long. The jock washed off the chlorine and
dressed again in just his green shirt and jeans. He went back out to check
on his charge.

Clint, thankfully, was still on the couch, giggling at the show. But then
Kent noticed the boy was holding a familiar-looking tumbler.

"What you got there, Clint?"

"I was thirsty. Look!"

The drinking cup had a photo of Kent posing in his wrestling singlet
underneath a Notre Dame logo.

"I went to the kitchen to get a cup. See, it's got you and the school you
went to!"

"That was shoved way in the back of the cupboard. Not even Ryder knows
about it."

"Can this be my cup, then, that only I get to drink out of?"

Kent shook his head affectionately at the youngster who had stolen the
title of personal raccoon from his Little. He sat next to Clint and placed
his arm around the boy's shoulders as he had the night before. "Like the
show?"

"I skipped to the one where the gay kid Matthew kisses another boy,"
giggled Clint mischievously. "That's what Brandon and Ryder are doing,
aren't they?"

"Yeah, they probably are," said Kent, who decided not to add AND OTHER
THINGS.

"I don't think I'd like kissing a girl. Like, it sounds a bit yucky. I once
kissed this girl named Susan and she screamed at the teacher that I did and
I got in trouble."

Clint noticed Kent had paused the episode because he was talking through
it, so he set the tumbler on the coffee table and decided to finish his
story.

"And some of the other boys laughed at me for kissing a girl. But I kinda
wanted to. She was nice and she smelled like grape. Grape's my favorite
sucker. Then cherry. Then lime. And you got grape for my jawbreaker, so
you're, like, the coolest. But, um..." He tried to remember where he'd left
off. "Oh, yeah. Um, so, I thought I'd like kissing Susan. But I
didn't. What's it like kissing a boy?"

Kent smiled all through the story. Clint's enthusiasm and openness were
just sweet as pie. He was very much like Ryder, but there was an innocence
to him that Ryder never showed. His Little had been born for mischief.

Kent eyed Clint askance for a moment. "It can be the best thing in the
world, if it's what you're into. You know that feeling when you're diving
in the pool, before you hit the water, and you're flying? It's like that."

"Really? No, it isn't. You're a fooler..." Then: "What?"

"I'm a fooler."

"That's a word Ryder says. It's not bad, is it?''

"No," Kent smiled, "it's not bad."

"Okay..." Clint smiled too. He curled his legs and hugged them under Kent's
long tee shirt. "But how can kissing be the same as that super-fast kinda
dizzy you get while diving?"

"Well," answered Kent, "if you really like someone, it can feel just like
that. I can't really explain it." The fact that he could hear, faintly,
Ryder and Brandon going at it in his bedroom and the fact that this cute
boy was sitting beside him in a virtual nightshirt did Kent's head in. His
dick was straining in his jeans and his heart was thumping hard against his
ribs.

He hadn't planned this, exactly, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't
been hoping for it.

"You know, I really like you, Clint. If you wanted, I could kiss you and
you could find out how good it feels. But only if you wanted."

"You'd really kiss me?" asked Clint. It so surprised him, he was sure he
hadn't heard right.

Kent nodded with his gentle smile.

'''Kay, but I'm not kissing a boy - I'm kissing a MAN," Clint giggled
nervously.

"Well," said Kent, "I'm still a boy."

"Yeah," grinned Clint. "I guess you are." His eyes shone bright and his
heart beat faster. This wasn't at all the feeling he'd had when he'd kissed
Susan. It was more like an experiment with her, just to see. The preteen
started to understand what he'd been told about the similar feeling to
diving, even before the kiss had happened.

Clint leaned up and puckered his lips like a fish.

Then he saw Kent hold out his hand. Blushing, the boy understood he needed
to get rid of his jawbreaker. He let Kent remove it from his mouth and set
it aside.

Once again, Clint formed his lips for a smooch.

Kent took the boy's chin in his fingers and leaned down slowly, gently,
giving him his first real kiss. An electric jolt run through him, just like
when he'd kissed Ryder for the first time. And he really did feel like he'd
taken a high dive into a pool.

After a minute or two, Kent finally pulled back. "What'd you think?"

"Ooooh, um... definitely like diving." This was nothing like the kiss with
Susan. "Kent. I think I like kissing boys."

He puckered up his grape-flavored lips again and closed his eyes.

"And I like kissing YOU," Kent said and went in for another. Still slow and
patient, but more sensuous this time.

He felt Clint's tremors of excitement. The heat from the grade-schooler's
body radiated over him, making his breathing ragged. Kent's arms slid
around the cute fifth grader and pulled him into his lap so he could more
easily make out.

Clint lay in the man's embrace and was completely into the kiss that seemed
to go on without end.  A thought crossed his mind about how he was just
like his big brother who was kissing Ryder.  But opening his eyes, Clint
could clearly see Kent and knew he enjoyed kissing the handsome, cool gym
teacher.

They separated and Clint was wowed by the pearly-white smile of the man.

"Kiss me some more, please."

"As you wish, sweet boy," Kent replied with a big grin. And with that he
caught the tiny lips with his again, this time with more passion

Kent didn't want to overwhelm Clint, but he was feeling a growing need to
help the preteen discover his sexual side. So as their mouths worked
against each other, Kent slid his tongue against the youngster's lips,
probing and tentative. And when Clint let him in, Kent patiently taught him
the intimacy of frenching. With his oral fixation, the boy took to it
naturally and the heat between them burned hotter.

Clint didn't even question why his babysitter had pushed the thick tongue
into his mouth - all he knew was this must be part of kissing and since the
jawbreaker was no longer there to suck on, he would nurse the tongue. The
soft moan against his lips told him it was good and right and to keep doing
it.

Breaking apart for air, Kent asked, "Did you like that?"

"One more, please," Clint peeped.

The tongue returned to his mouth and he sucked and kissed the super cool
man. That's when he noticed the thick lump in the jeans.

"Hey," Clint giggled. "Is... that your wiener all the way down there?"

"No," Kent murmured as he continued to kiss. "It's my cock. It gets hard
when I'm having fun with a sexy boy like you."

Clint's eyes went huge. "Whoa... R-Really?"

Kent nodded and made out with the tyke some more until they were both
panting and thrumming with excitement. His hand slid up and down the boy's
back, feeling the narrow body through the thin cotton of the tee shirt.

With Ryder he'd made himself ignore all the needs that his instincts had
told him the grade- schooler craved to have satisfied. But having had three
boys in his bed, Kent was not ignoring the call of his heart anymore.

Once again Clint got lost in the kisses that were growing more and more
intense. He didn't care about anything except how awesome it was to sit in
Kent's lap and be super smoochy with him.

But out of the corner of his eye, Clint kept spotting the long bulge in
Kent's pants rising and falling with each kiss. It was fun to watch it bob
up and down, stretching the cotton. Clint had heard the word "cock" before,
but he didn't know that's what adults called their wiener. Most of the
younger boys called it their "dinkie," but the Welsh brothers used
"wiener."

After the man broke their kiss, Clint said, "I'm having tons of fun with
you too, Kent."

"That makes me happy," the jock said. "From the moment I first saw you I
wondered what it would be like to kiss you."

Kent's hand idly caressed the smooth thigh up and down in a sensuous,
soothing gesture. He felt a small tremor of pleasure ripple under the
youngster's skin, hinting at his growing excitement.  "We can have all
sorts of fun, sweet boy. But of course you can't tell your mom or she'll be
really angry with me."

The fingers of his hand snaked upward under the hem of the tee shirt.

"'K-Kay, I won't tell. But you gotta promise not to say nothing to
Brandon. He might not let me do this, 'cause he says the naked stuff he
does with Ryder's for big boys only."

Clint's eyes were half-lidded as the adult fingers touched his bare
thigh. He noticed his own tent bobbing up and down in the tee shirt, just
like Kent's in his pants. Except one was a tiny wiener and the other was a
huge cock.

Kent hadn't quite worked out how to broach the subject with Brandon, so he
was fine making the concession. "That's fair..."

He moved in and started kissing again, passion rising as the boy responded
with his own need. It was such a joy to share this with Clint, to feel his
sexual awakening. Kent's hand slid up further, stroking over the bony hip
for a moment before taking the plunge. Gently, lovingly, he rubbed his
thumb over the little stiff spike, and the moan that came from the boy's
throat in response was so hot.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg." The preteen pushed his groin upward because
whatever Kent was doing to his wiener created a flood of gentle warmth and
welcome tingles.

Clint opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of the man's grinning
face. "K-Kent, c-could you keep doing that?" he asked softly. In answer,
Kent made more warmth and tingles in Clint's wiener.

The restriction of Brandon not knowing about this did mean Kent couldn't
spend all the time he wanted with Clint, since the big brother might come
out at any moment. But Kent did his best to keep his ears trained on the
noises from the bedroom. If the young couple stopped, he and Clint would go
back to pretending to watch TV.

Kent gripped his boy's little spike with two fingers and stroked it gently
as he went back to kissing him. He wanted to at least give the middle Welsh
brother his very first dry come before they were done, and to see the way
the boy looked when the pleasure hit him.

"Unh aaaaanh uuunnhh..." groaned Clint. He didn't understand what was
happening, but something was slowly blowing up inside his belly. Glancing
down at the tee shirt, the youngster noticed he couldn't see the outline of
his hard wiener anymore - the lump instead was Kent's fingers bobbing up
and down.

This was more than just kissing. It had to be some of the naked stuff that
Brandon was doing with Ryder. Gay stuff 'cause it was boys only. Wiener and
wiener stuff. Theirs was small wiener with small wiener. But lucky Clint
had big cock with small wiener.

The swelling inside his belly was getting more intense. And he knew he was
about to accident into Kent's tee shirt. It was too late to warn his
babysitter that he was about to -

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Kent held Clint all through his pleasure burst. It was such a sweet,
beautiful thing for the boy to share with him. When the climax subsided,
Kent planted a gentle kiss on his lips and then looked into his eyes.

"Wh-Wha' happen...?" Clint slurred, looking dazed but happy.

"That was a climax. When two people make love, they get this crazy amazing
pleasure called a climax, or a come. Because you haven't hit puberty, yours
is a dry come. When you're older, you shoot that sperm stuff I told you
about before."

Clint could hear Kent delivering a lesson and part of it he understood but
mainly he was still melted into a puddle in the man's lap.

"Wowwwwwww. All I know is, is it's suuuuuuper good," the youngster
giggled. "S-So, like, um, so, when you do it, it shoots big boy stuff?"

"Yeah, I shoot sperm..." Kent murmured, nuzzling the blitzed-out
boy. "Wanna see it?"

Clint nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Kent slipped off his
jeans and set them aside. He wasn't really even thinking anymore about
Brandon and Ryder. He was thinking about those sweet, soft lips of Clint's.

The fifth grader stared at the enormous pink licorice stick of a wiener
with the same expression he had while watching TV. What was between Kent's
legs was nothing like he'd imagined. The licorice stick was so much
thicker. With a sack that half-dangled over the cushion. And a line of
curly hair. But what really caught his attention was the rubber ball on the
end of the licorice stick.

"That looks... That looks... You got a cherry jawbreaker on your wiener."

Only then did Clint remember it was called a "cock" on a man.

But the boy wasn't thinking at all. He was already on all fours on the
couch cushion peering at this Ninth Wonder of the World.

Kent chuckled softly. Clint really was adorable and so very sexy. His
curiosity, eagerness and joy made Kent even hornier. Because for the
teacher, the only reason this was as hot as it was came down to the boy
wanting it.

And Clint clearly did.

"Maybe you should give it a lick and see if it tastes as good as a cherry
jawbreaker."

Without a word, Clint leaned over and crammed the entire fleshy knob candy
into his mouth. He hesitated upon hearing Kent suck in air through his
teeth. But seeing the man unhurt, Clint did as suggested and licked the
cherry jawbreaker that was squished against the roof of his mouth and
bulging his cheeks.

His tongue - stroking the jawbreaker up and down - didn't taste like sugary
cherry but light pineapple juice.

Kent had expected a brief, hesitant taste. He'd underestimated Clint's oral
fixation, though. A happy sigh escaped the jock's lips as the preteen began
to clumsily suck him off.

"That feels so good, Clint... Just keep doing that... Careful with the
teeth..."

Kent stroked the mop of dark hair as the kid worked his cockhead over with
avid determination.

Clint immediately eased off with his teeth and kept up the licking. His
mouth was filling up with the pineapple juice, so he started to swallow it
down. His natural instinct was to actually suck and not lick, so he tried
that once.

It made Kent moan happily.

So Clint sucked softly as if trying to get the first layer of cherry off a
jawbreaker.

He studied the thick licorice stick below, which seemed to be even
thicker. The patch of curlies around the bottom resembled a fluff of red
cotton candy. And the droopy sack was like a mega wad of Hubba Bubba with
two hidden, mouth-sized gumballs.

Kent stared down at Clint and sighed. "Oh, that's good, sweet boy... Just
keep sucking me like that... You like it, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm," Clint affirmed, not letting go for a moment.

Kent smiled softly. It was such incredible bliss to have this 10-year-old
boy that he'd only just met attending to his cock with such desire. His
idle thoughts had more than once dreamed up a scenario where he'd started
having sex with Ryder soon after they met. Now that fantasy was coming to
life, in a way. And Clint, the wonderful lad with the beautiful smile, was
the one making it a reality.

Clint had forgotten about everything except to suck on Kent's
jawbreaker. No TV, no swimming, no wrestling, no Brandon, no nothing except
Kent's jawbreaker.

And JAWBREAKER was kind of a perfect name. Even though the coating was
soft, the inside was just as hard as any candy. Clint could push an actual
jawbreaker into his cheek, but this jawbreaker took over his entire mouth.

Clint loved it, however. Just as much as the kissing. Maybe even more.

It was the fun boy part.

And doing what Clint did best with his mouth dragged out happier and
happier sounds from Kent.

The boy knew about the candy called an all-day sucker, and that's exactly
what this was.

Clint could suck on this man part all day.

Kent had learned to control his dick better, thanks to Ryder, so while his
need to shoot was urgent, he held back so Clint could savor his first taste
of dick while he himself basked in the feeling of the kid's talented mouth.

"See if you can take in a little more, sweet boy. If not, that's okay. What
you're doing feels amazing."

With that good little soldier attitude, Clint tried to include some pink
licorice stick. But the jawbreaker was already bumping up against the back
of his throat.

He turned to Kent with a shy, defeated shake of the head. To the boy's
surprise, Kent smiled and caressed his hair. "My cock feels so good in your
mouth, Clint."

Gleefully the preteen went back to sucking on the jawbreaker and guzzling
down the pineapple juice. Because he couldn't fit in any licorice stick,
Clint tried all kinds of slurp-sucks.

"Mmmmmmm SLOOOOP mmmmmmm SLOOOOP."

He giggled at Kent's happy moans.

Clint would easily give up candy for the rest of his life if this is what
he could put in his mouth instead.

Far from being disappointed, Kent found it perversely hot that his dick was
too big to go any deeper into the boy's mouth. At least for now.

He groaned low and deep as Clint sucked and slurped on his cockhead, the
sensations so intense they were making him shift and squirm in his
seat. The boy was a natural at sucking dick.

"I'm gonna shoot in a sec, little stud. Better take it out of your
mouth..."

Clint shook his head like a dog that wouldn't give up its chew toy. Partly
because while drying off in the bathroom the boy had overheard Brandon and
Ryder talk about drinking the stuff that shot out of a wiener. And Clint
wanted to be like his brother, and like Kent, so he just knew he had to
drink too.

His mouth continued to suck-slurp. It really was the best candy in the
world. But would the nice man get mad and tell him to stop? Clint hoped
not, because they'd had so much fun together.  With the sweetest eyes he
begged Kent to let him keep sucking.

"Oh, sweet boy, I...."

Those eyes did Kent in. And he shot. He'd warned Clint off not because he
wanted to rob the kid of the taste of come, but because he hadn't jerked
off since last night and had built up a huge load to spew.

Gasping in pleasure, Kent felt his climax crash over him.

Volleys of jizz filled the tyke's mouth, spurting over his tongue like a
garden sprinkler. He saw Clint manage one big gulp - but that was it!
Quickly overwhelmed, the youngster surrendered the cock from his mouth,
choking on the massive load he'd taken. It ran down his chin and dribbled
onto Kent's bare stomach. The horse cock kept firing, coating the boy's
face in streams of creamy spooge.

For a moment Clint was reminded of a fire extinguisher he'd found and
showed to Brandon. His big brother was trying to figure out how it worked
when the hose went off in Clint's face. Except this time the boy didn't
have to be rushed to the emergency ward - even though it felt like he
should because the blasts were so harsh they stung his face.

The smart thing would have been to close his eyes as the jawbreaker
fired. But Clint saw every single stream of spray.

After the fourth or fifth one, the grade-schooler noticed the blasts were
less intense, so he plugged the spurter and gulped steadily until the
canister was empty.

Clint left the cherry jawbreaker in his mouth, as more of the warm, white,
sticky stuff oozed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

Kent sat back, sated and content, a smile on his lips. Through half-lidded
eyes he saw Clint, face coated in come, smiling up at him like he'd just
had the best experience of his life.

"That was so hot, cutie. How'd you like it?" The spark in Clint's eyes was
enough to tell him, but he liked to hear the boy say it.

Clint didn't want to take the cherry jawbreaker out of his mouth, but he
also didn't want to be rude. With a messy pop, the preteen released the man
candy, then he sat up and raved, "That was the most wiener fun ever! I mean
cock. You kablooeyed so much spurt!"

"So much what, my boy?"

"Spurt! The stuff that makes babies you said. It was like a tidal wave or
something."

Kent smiled, the teacher in him desperately wanting the student to get his
facts right, but the playmate in him deciding to let the boy use his
special word for "sperm."

"You got my first one of the day, Clint, and lately they've been the most
powerful I've ever had."

"So, did we make, like, a little brother with your spurt? Hee, I'm just
kidding, I know where babies come from."

"We should probably get you cleaned up in case Brandon comes out."

Kent got up and carried the boy into the bathroom. Clint was absolutely
drenched, though, so a shower was the only remedy. The jock turned on the
water and looked back at the sexy young thing.

"Time for something I've been wanting to see since I first met you, sweet
boy..."

He took hold of the oversized tee shirt the boy was wearing and dragged it
up and off of the adorable fifth-grader. When Clint was fully revealed to
him, Kent's eyes lit up.

"You're gorgeous!"

Despite his blush, Clint didn't hide or protest, instead curling up his lip
as if to say YEAH, I GET THAT A LOT.

It made Kent laugh and Clint just loved being the one to do that,
especially since the P.E. teacher was a tough-looking athlete and it was
neat that a little kid like him could make the man act gentler.

"You want me to go first?" asked Clint.

"How 'bout we go together?" replied Kent.

Clint nodded his head extra eagerly and once again got the chuckle he
wanted.

Once under the hot spray, Kent took charge and started lathering up the
youngster. His broad hands ran up and down the boy's narrow body, and he
reveled in being able to touch Clint at last.

"That was really incredible, what you did for me. It made me feel
amazing. And you looked so sexy doing it."

His eyes traveled down to the boy's posterior. Clint was too young and too
small, Kent was pretty sure, but it didn't keep him from wondering what the
kid would look like mounted on his thick cock.

A sweet smile was stretched across Clint's face. "I wish I coulda drunk all
your spurt. But the stuff I did was kinda like... like, um... well, like my
mom sometimes has lattes and she let me sip one once. And the foam and bit
of milk coffee... it was sorta like that. So yummy for my tummy."

The boy loved the big hands cleaning him. It made his wiener get stiff and
he noticed Kent's cock doing the same.

"Can I maybe suck on your cherry jawbreaker again?"

"Sure, but only if you want to. Next time you come over, you can."

"No, I mean, like, right now. Can I suck it again? Pleeeeezzzz?"

Kent wasn't sure how much longer they had before Brandon and Ryder started
looking for them, but he couldn't say no to such a hot request.

"All right, you-"

As soon as the permission was given, Clint's mouth was on him, nursing on
his dickhead even more fervently than before. Kent gasped from the
intensity of the sensation. The boy was one determined little cocksucker!

With his arms at his sides, Clint feasted on the cherry jawbreaker. He
loved the even softer face on Kent, knowing that his sucking mouth was
bringing all kinds of happiness to the super big and super hard cock.

The first suck had already taught Clint how to tighten his lips and lick
with his tongue. He was bound and determined to not let the spurt go all
over the place. It was meant for him to drink.

The grade-schooler purred as Kent's hand caressed his wet hair and
cheek. His young eyes gazed up at the man he wanted to spend every second
with.

Kent leaned back against the shower wall and just enjoyed it. It was almost
funny how a couple months ago he'd been such a basket case about having sex
with his Little Brother. And now here he was able to just savor the
sensation of a 10-year-old boy blowing him.

But it was only because Clint (and Ryder and Hudson and Brandon) all wanted
it so much that he could let himself have this.

"Your mouth feels awesome..."

Kent's smile was one of utter bliss. Gazing down at the beautiful boy, he
once again thought how he was the luckiest man alive.

Clint popped off. "Cherry's now my favorite flavor 'cause of your cock."

The youngster was almost afraid to stop sucking even for a second just in
case it meant they had to stop. So he was back on Kent's jawbreaker quicker
than any actual candy that was put in his mouth.

The pineapple juice flowed once more and Clint happily slurped it all down.

Pure happiness zigzagged through Clint's body and he absolutely needed to
hug Kent. But his position didn't make it easy, so he half-wrapped his arms
around Kent's waist just above his bum.

Clint beamed with the jawbreaker in his mouth as the gym teacher smiled
down at him.

"We're gonna need to find lots of reasons for you to come over, sweet boy,"
Kent murmured.  "Because this is just too good."

Kent stroked the tyke's wet hair, breathing heavily from the intoxicating
sensations Clint was giving him. His dick was already aching for
release. That wasn't really a surprise, considering how often he usually
got off and how he'd gone without.

"Gonna shoot in a minute... Get ready, sexy boy... Won't be as much this
time, but it still may be a lot... Mmmm.... Ahhh!!" Kent moaned as his dick
fired off, flooding the preteen's mouth once again.

Clint tensed up, ready for the spurt.

THIS'LL BE TONS EASIER THAN LAST-

Kablooey! Not only did the first shot fill his mouth, but it spilled out
onto the licorice stick. The next kablooey he could almost swallow, but
plenty leaked out. Another kablooey and because Clint was still trying to
catch up to the last two, he had to let most of it empty onto his chin.

But that didn't stop Clint from trying to guzzle the latte-tasting stuff
that he WAS able to keep in his mouth.

The last kablooey sent Clint off the cock and catching his breath.

Kent grabbed him gently by the arm, concerned, but the kid looked up with a
jizz-filled smile.

"I wanna do that again! Hee!"

Kent laughed and helped Clint up. They hugged, and Kent felt such a rush
having the youngster embracing him so fiercely. They then shared a deep,
intimate kiss that made his heart race.

Later, cleaned up and dressed once more, the pair sat on the couch and
watched BIG MOUTH, giggling and cuddling. Brandon and Ryder emerged from
the bedroom at last, looking disheveled and reeking of sex.

"What're you two laughing about?" Brandon asked.

Kent and Clint exchanged a look, both grinning playfully. Clint finally
turned to his big bro and said, "Just the show..."

"Yeah... Sorry, but I figured he'd like BIG MOUTH," Kent told him.

"Eh, whatever," Brandon said. "Just don't tell Mom, runt," he said to his
brother.

Clint beamed. "Don't worry. There's lots of stuff Mom doesn't need to
know."

Brandon frowned at him. "Just be good for Kent," he said and then went with
Ryder to get cleaned up.

Once the bathroom door was closed, the man and boy started laughing again,
but it definitely wasn't because of the show.