Date: Tue, 04 May 2021 09:49:11 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 7 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 7 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. ********** Kent MacTiernan wasn't sure if the regular visits by Brandon to his office at the school were more because the tween liked it or because he felt guilty for coming between Ryder and himself. But whatever the reason, short stack was always in his office at 12:01 on the dot, grinning and ready for a pounding. The man had tried to think of some way to hint to his student that he didn't have to come around every day. Kent wasn't sure what was happening with Clint, but he felt a little weird carrying on with other boys while he and Brandon's middle brother were sneaking around. Brandon Welsh gurgled and moaned as Kent stuffed the boy's mouth with several inches of cock. "Take it, you slutty little tramp..." WHY DO I LOVE BEING TREATED LIKE THIS BY KENT? Brandon was perfectly happy with Ryder and could see a future with the blond-haired kid. There wasn't anything missing in their relationship, as far as he could see. Being the man of the house meant Brandon made the decisions, which his significant other seemed to love. THEN HOW COME I'M ON MY KNEES IN FRONT OF MY P.E. TEACHER? It wasn't even just being at Kent's service. No, there was something more to it. Brandon got off being a whore. To be told he had to submit. Even just THAT thought got his dick so hard. Brandon was able to let go and allow Kent to dictate who the boy was and what he would do. DAMN, TEACH'S PRECOME IS SO JUICY AND DELICIOUS. "I said to suck it, slut. Use your whore mouth for what it's meant for, bitch." Kent couldn't help but note the differences between the Welsh brothers. Brandon, the strong and cocky jock, loved to be used like a prostitute. But Clint, the sweet and quiet boy, only wanted the freedom to suck when and however much he could. Leering, Kent fucked the studly boy's lips. It was so animalistic and raw, owning his student like this. It wasn't something Kent really needed, but he could enjoy it because he saw how much Brandon enjoyed it. The middle-schooler couldn't get enough of being put in his place. As Kent pulled out, Brandon made sure to leave the horse cock nice and slobbery. A smile of ecstasy crossed his face as Kent hauled him up over the desk and yanked down his shorts and briefs. He felt Kent's lips next to his ear, "Thought I was gonna feed you, slut? You're getting this gusher up your punk ass." Brandon grimaced as the spit-slicked cock was forced between his butt cheeks. "Nnnnnnnhhhhh-" and suddenly Brandon's mouth was silenced by teach's hand. It wasn't gentle at all, and that's just the way the tween liked it. Kent growled, "This is my ass, tramp. Mine. I'm gonna cum up it when I'm good and ready. Shoot if you want, I don't give a fuck. You're here to service me, whore." It was a game to Kent, and a hot one. He loved coming up with new kinky phrases and seeing how Brandon reacted. The boy got so horny and desperate the more Kent degraded him. "You want it harder, don't you, bitch?" The thick adult cock pummeled the small smooth hole, forcing squeaks and grunts from the sexy little athlete. Kent loved pounding the boy into such a state that his little firecracker went off. Brandon hoped he'd be fucked sore - and teach did not disappoint. The cock rammed his hole over and over. Many times Brandon had called Kent a machine. And he WAS. It was almost like teach knew what Brandon needed and gave him exactly that. The powerful body over his slimmer one got him so excited. To be taken. To be used. To be forced. To be whored. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH! I WANNA BE YOUR SLUT, KENT! MAKE ME YOUR COME DUMP! Kent hammered away without mercy, responding to the panting grunts from a voice that hadn't yet cracked from puberty. Kent didn't fully understand this kink of his student's, but he loved to see how free the tween got when he was defiled. "Fine, you fucking tramp. Shoot your wad now if you wanna cum at all because I'm about to bust a nut up your little boy cunt." MY LITTLE BOY CUNT... OH GOD, THAT'S IT! Brandon shouted into Kent's fingers and blasted his clear spooge across the desktop. His body went limp, but Kent held on and wouldn't relent. Grinning, the jock kept up the pounding. "That's it, bitch boy..." He braced himself and rode Brandon even harder, racing towards his own climax. It felt incredible inside the kid's tight yet well-trained ass. Kent's cock throbbed as his balls churned. "There it is, yeah..." Kent moaned low in his throat as he unloaded several hot spurts deep in Brandon's body. He shuddered from head to toe from the overpowering sensation of cumming up his student's backdoor tunnel. Taking his hand from the boy's mouth, Kent asked, "Who owns your ass?" Brandon blushed and smiled, still impaled on the engorged monster dick. "You do, sir. My ass is yours to use whenever and wherever you want." "And why is that, bitch?" "'Cause I'm the school tramp." Satisfied with those answers, Kent would only then dismount from Brandon. The boy cleaned himself and pulled up his briefs and shorts. "Cripes, I love gettin' your gusher." Kent mussed his hair. "I love giving it to you, short stack." The jock grinned as Brandon reasserted his manliness (or boyliness as the case might be) by shadowboxing at him. "You rock, teach. We still on for this weekend?" "Um... I think so. Have to check things, make sure," Kent said, looking away. "Yeah.... Cool. Ok, I gotta bounce. Catch ya later." Kent watched Brandon saunter out of his office, the grin still plastered on his face. It was complicated, tending to all the boys. But he cared about them too much to want to let them down. Still smiling, Kent settled down and pulled out some paperwork. He'd be seeing Ryder later. And then he'd get to play with Clint again. ***** At the outdoor bleachers, Ryder Strauss heard a whistle blow and peeked up from his tablet. He noticed Kent calling in his players to congratulate them on a good practice. No, it couldn't be 5:00 yet! Ryder checked the time - sure enough, it was supposed to be the start of their Big and Little hangout. Biting his lip, Ryder gathered his school things. He trudged down to a grinning Kent. But Ryder couldn't hide his dismay and Kent's smile faded. "Hey, doofus, what's wrong?" "I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry, Kent. Please don't be mad. I have this presentation to do on manatees and I thought the teacher said it was for next Thursday, but it's actually tomorrow. I really tried to finish it during your practice, but there's just too much to do." Kent laid a hand on Ryder's shoulder. "Hey, hey. It's ok." "I know it's 'cause I got distracted by... you know... and I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "Can I help with the assignment?" "I wish. It's mostly just me reading the stuff I have, so there's not a lot you can do." "Ok, I'll tell you what. I'll take you to my place and make you dinner, then I'll drop you off at Brandon's, since I take it that's where you were going to work." Ryder nodded. "He promised not to distract me and he's even got some photos for my slideshow." It was so strange for Kent. Sometimes it was like he and Ryder were just Big and Little, as if he had no idea what the boy's face looked like when he came. The man wondered when that would be the only part of their relationship. He'd always looked forward to guiding Ryder all the way through high school, and he still did, but there was a bittersweet aspect to it because more than ever he knew the summer of Ryder's boyhood would come to an end. As their sexual relationship dwindled, Kent hoped he could still be the boy's mentor and friend. "Hey, coach, sorry about those plays we messed up," said Scott St. James while helping Kent gather up equipment. "I'll make sure the guys read over the playbook again." "It's ok, Scott. Sometimes the team has off days." "Not on my watch," the quarterback said seriously. "I'll get them back on track. Promise." Kent smiled at him and the boy grinned right back. There was no doubt Scott was going to be a great team captain. On the ride home, Kent tried to cheer Ryder up, but his Little still felt like he'd let his Big down. "You know what I always tell you, doofus. It's ok to make a mistake. Just learn from it. That's what life is all about." "It's just... I was hoping me and you'd have more naked time." "That's not possible. You need a hot meal in you, so we'll have to wait 'til-" "But no-" "Doofus, we just can't-" "Listen, listen. No, Big, please, listen. Brandon's mom always makes extra so I'll eat there while I study. I really, really, really, really need to have naked time, even if it's just for, like, an hour or- " "Ryder, I-" "You can feed me, 'kay? No, you can feed me. A Kent sub." The Big had to stop and smile at that. It got Ryder giggling. "Two in the buns and one meat in the mouth." "We're not gonna have time-" "Listen, listen, 'kay? Two in the buns and one meat in the mouth. Just feed me your Kent sub." "Or you could study at my house so you have time to be with your boyfriend. Since we both know you'll figure you can skip the homework once you start thinking of Brandon's pecker." "Nuh-uh!!!" "Uh-huh!!!" Ryder adamantly shook his head. "You haven't done me in, like, forever. And I know you do Brandon every day. It's not fair." Kent was at a loss how to explain to Ryder why he'd been a bit distant, so he put his Little off with a "We'll see" and changed the subject. Once they got in the apartment, Kent tucked his sports bag away while Ryder disappeared off to the bathroom. It wasn't that he didn't WANT to be with Ryder. He'd have to be dead to not want that sexy boy. But it felt uncomfortably like he was cheating on Clint. Ryder stripped down in a flash and fixed his hair. Abandoning his clothes in a puddle on the bathroom floor, the boy stepped back out into the hallway and heard Kent open the fridge to prepare dinner. The grade-schooler smiled and strode to the open entrance to the kitchen with a view of the bedroom door. "Sure you don't want some a this?" Ryder said with a mischievous grin. He saw Kent look up and stare at the boy's nakedness. Yes, it was working! "This is prettyyyyyyyy delicious," Ryder purred. He showed Kent his bare ass, rubbing it seductively, drawing up the butt cheek for a clear view of his pink rosebud. Kent made a low whimpering noise as his dick went rigid like steel. There was simply no denying Ryder. And, in fact, Kent didn't find himself wanting to. "You are such a naughty boy," Kent said with a smile. He shed his shirt and then grabbed the kid, who laughed in delight as he was tossed over one broad shoulder. Elation and desire filled Kent as he carried his little lover boy to the bedroom. "If that assignment isn't done, though..." "Yeah, yeah, I know," Ryder said as he got down on his knees. With an impish wink, he added, "You'll take it out of my hide." Kent laughed and stripped off the rest of his clothes, letting Ryder pounce on his throbbing dick. He sighed in bliss as the talented grade-schooler began sucking him off. "Gosh Almighty, have I missed this!" declared Ryder as he slobbered all over the cockhead. The boy loved sucking off the eldest Welsh brother, but it felt like he'd almost forgotten what Kent's rod tasted like. The precome was richer and tangier - sipping it he got the sense it was like a calming elixir. "So good, Ryder," moaned Kent. The Little deep throated the entire dick and suckled with his lips pressed into the base, his nose pleasantly tickled by the patch of dark red pubes, his bottom lip connecting with the upper edge of the heavy nutsack. Kent smiled down at the youngster and murmured words of encouragement. There were moments he regretted the decision to let Ryder go. And he knew even now if he told Ryder he wanted him and only him, the kid would leave Brandon and they could go back to the way things were. But that would be selfish. Ryder was happy with his new boyfriend. So those moments of regret passed quickly. "That's it, lover boy... You know just how I like it." Relief flooded Ryder knowing Kent wasn't rejecting him. Still, it took work to get his Big into the bedroom. Not even his powers of persistent arguing had swayed the dude who once upon a time could be putty in his hands. The tween had to physically shake his bare tush to finally break Kent. So Ryder was going to do everything he could to make sure the man still wanted to have sex with him. There was something missing in his life if Ryder couldn't do this with the coolest, awesomest adult ever. Brandon was his boyfriend, but Kent was... he was... well... he was Kent. Ryder bobbed on the cock, fully getting it down his throat. He so desperately hoped his Big could feel the love with each stroke of his mouth and tongue. The steady flow of precome was comforting to Ryder - it did not and could not lie. It said that Kent was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob. Kent's moaning confirmed that he loved the sucking. In fact, for all his attempts to block Ryder, he was now fully in the moment of being with his beautiful, sexy and horny Little. When Ryder did his little tongue trick, Kent's knees almost buckled. The boy was pulling out all the stops, leaving his Big shaking with lust as the incredible feelings raced outward from his dick. "That's so good, lover boy..." Ryder pulled his mouth off the cock and turned around on all fours. "Please, be a good Big Brother and fuck my ass. I need your cock so bad." The boy offered up his hole. It ached to be filled with throbbing manhood. The kind that made him cum without even touching himself. Somehow everything would be better being connected with Kent on top of his small body. He smiled as Kent raced to slather up his dick with lube and entered his hole. "Huuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh, Kent... Yeaaahhhhhhh..." Ryder had almost forgotten how it felt to be taken up his rear with a man-sized dick. The kid loved his older middle-school boyfriend, but his sex life wouldn't be complete without the attention of his Big. Ryder's little twig hardened like concrete as his developing prostate was stimulated by the pillar of cock. The fucking was more loving and less wild than when Kent dominated Brandon. All of Ryder's cares simply melted away and the guilt over the mistake with his homework barely even registered in his brain. "I-I love you s-so much," panted Ryder. He had sucked Kent close to his climax that it probably wouldn't be long before a huge load of spooge fired up into the boy's small body. "Love you too," Kent said. Because he did. And he always would. He gave Ryder a slow, sensuous fuck, undulating his hips forward again and again as he reveled in the vice-tight grip around his shaft. Using Brandon like a bitch was fun, but Kent really loved being able to take his time and savor a boy's backside. The jock was so boned up he could cum any time, but he wanted to make it good for Ryder, to give his Little a powerful dry come. Those manly hands on his hips, that hard rod thrusting into his hole, those low-hanging balls tapping lightly against his legs... yes, this was what Ryder needed at the moment. The Little could sense Kent had slowed everything down for HIM and he almost wanted to cry from happiness that even though they were no longer in a relationship his mentor was still an active and attentive sex partner in his life. The preteen relaxed even more and enjoyed the quiet, nurturing fuck. It lasted for 10 minutes - and his boygasm almost made his mind explode. "Haaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" He felt Kent grunt at the same time and the waterslide-torrent of come blasted up his rear channel! For the rest of their visit, Ryder wouldn't let his Big go to the kitchen. Instead he lured the jock again with his mouth and a final time with his ass. Ryder was dropped off in front of Brandon's house with two loads in his buns and one load down his throat. The grade-schooler was able to have the Kent sub he'd desperately craved. He gave a crushing little hug before reluctantly stepping out of the car. "Thanks for everything, Kent. You're the greatest." Kent drove to the same street corner as before and waited for Clint. Minutes later, the boy was in his car and they headed back to his apartment. On the way, Clint babbled excitedly about everything from the latest video game he was enjoying to the big jerk at school who was giving him a hard time to some clip on the Net he thought was hilarious. Kent smiled all the way. He adored Clint's sweetness and energy. Once back at the apartment, Clint Welsh stored his jawbreaker in his plastic egg then dragged Kent over to the couch for some serious making out. Clint enjoyed that feeling of diving into the pool as they kissed. He still didn't know why the adult liked him so much. Being that he was just a kid. "You're so cool and amazing and everything," murmured Clint. "Being with you makes me so happy," whispered Kent. "More kisses," Clint beamed. "As you wish," Kent winked. Kent shared his tongue and the youngster happily sucked on it. Ah, Clint was still so innocent, in spite of all the naughty things they'd done. His eyes were bright with boyish glee, like this was all a new and really fun game he got to play. "Been thinking about that incredible blowjob you gave me in the car," Kent said as he slipped the kid's tee off him. "That was such a cool, sexy thing you did, big mouth." Clint quickly put two and two together and figured out the sucking was called a "blowjob" by adults. It made him feel even more grownup not only that he got to do it but that he also knew the word for it. "I loved doing the blowjob to you," the boy gushed. His shirt was off and he kissed the handsome man again. "Hey, Kent?" "Yes, sweet boy?" "I got a surprise for you." "What's that?" "Welllllllll, I told my mom I was getting bigger and that 8:15 was too early for my curfew. Sooooo... she said I could stay out a half hour extra!" "That's... wow, that's wonderful news, Clint!" "Sooooo... I was also wondering. Since you said the pool was closing on Sunday, could we go in for just a half hour? I seen Ryder's swimsuit in your closet when it was open and I bet it isn't too big on me and we could swim just one more time and then we could come back in and I can raid the candy store." Clint giggled, knowing Kent would understand what the last part meant. "Raiding the candy store... I love it. It's our own secret message," Kent said. "If you wanna swim, we're gonna swim, sweet boy." They quickly changed and even though Kent now knew what Clint looked like naked, seeing him in that skimpy Speedo still took the man's breath away. He was such a lucky dog and he knew it. They had the pool to themselves since it was already a bit nippy out. Kent didn't care, though. His whole focus was on the wonderful boy he got to play with. Grabbing Clint in his arms, Kent dove into the pool with a massive splash. Clint laughed freely as his whole world turned into cool blue. For a moment while they were below in the water he looked at Kent and his heart was fit to burst. They were alone under the sea, just the two of them, a gentle man and little boy. He was shocked and delighted when Kent kissed him on the lips. The air bubbles tickled his nose. Kent gestured he was taking them up and they rocketed to the surface. "Hee hee heeeee, that was fuuuuuuuuunnnnn," laughed Clint. "I'll chase you, sweet boy," chuckled Kent. The youngster giggled nervously and propelled himself out of the man's powerful arms. He swam as hard as he could, but he knew with delight that he was no match for the gym teacher. Soon his ankle was grabbed and he was yanked back. Kent really wished he could risk getting friskier with Clint. But he had to just satisfy himself with groping the boy under the guise of tickling him. When Clint grinned at him - water droplets sliding down his face and the last rays of sunlight washing over him - Kent felt his heart go thumpity-thump in his chest in a way that was both familiar and terrifying. They played Marco Polo and then called it quits. Clint dragooned promises from Kent that they'd be back to swim as soon as the pool opened the following year and it made him giddy thinking of Clint still being with him many months down the line. Clint loved being this bundle that Kent could so casually pick up and carry under his arm, over his shoulder, or against his chest. This time it was the last one since the man was determined to keep on kissing as he went into the bathroom, turned on the taps, and stripped them both down. "In you go," smiled Kent as he placed Clint in the tub and joined him. Both cock and wiener were sticking straight out. "I get the first taste," said the jock as he leaned down and sucked on Clint. "Heyyyyyyyy, I was supposed to raid the candy store," complained the boy even as he moaned. "You snooze you lose," chuckled Kent as he gave what Clint now knew was a blowjob. "Ohhhhhhhhh," the youngster purred. The sounds of pleasure were music to Kent's ears. He sucked on the little straw lovingly, wanting to give his sweet boy a rocking orgasm. Clint's little cries echoed off the tile walls and Kent could feel the youngster trembling. The man's strong hands glided over the wet, slick skin of Clint's narrow back and down over the globes of his cute little behind. He knew how wild, even scary, these feelings had to be for the boy. And he treasured Clint for trusting him enough to share these moments with him. Clint was lost in a dreamland of happiness. He had his own personal teacher showing him what boys could do with boys. The swirling goodness he felt between his legs made him worship this man so much. He knew this is what Kent was feeling before he shot his spurt. And now Clint was a big boy because he was feeling it too! "Mmmmnnnnn, it's p-pulling, Kent," whimpered Clint. This was the word he'd used when the man tugged on his wiener and it was the only way he could describe the experience before a dry come. It was as if his groin was pulling forward and then the little explosions would be like a laser blasting. "It... o-oh, Kent," moaned the blissful 10-year-old. Kent's hands gripped the boy's hips firmly, as if to tell him "I got you." A tremor shook Clint's narrow frame as the kidgasm overtook him. A sharp gasp and a little whining cry echoed in Kent's ears. Afterwards, Clint gave him a shaky, delighted smile. Kent got them dried up and then carried Clint off to the bedroom, because having the fifth grader in his bed was still an erotic novelty. Laying the boy down, Kent slid atop him and fervently kissed him. Once they came up for air, Clint cupped his hand to Kent's ear and whispered, "Let's pretend I live here and this is our bed." Clint smiled as Kent also whispered with a cupped hand, "Anything you say, lover boy. I'll try to make it so that you can sleep over soon." Clint whispered back, "I hope I can 'cause that would be bester than best." Kent whispered back, "You're the sweetest, most beautiful boy." Clint whispered back, "And you're the nicest, most hottest man." Kent whispered back, "I love being with you." Clint whispered back, "And I love making you feel good and drinking your spurt." The jock pulled the sexy boy in for another intense round of kissing. He really could see himself spending a whole weekend in bed with Clint. Kent stroked the youngster's cheek with his thumb. "You want to learn how to take more cock down your throat, big mouth? It'll help you swallow it all when I shoot." Clint's eyes widened. "Really?" "Oh, yeah." "'Kay! Show me!" Clint begged. Kent got up on one knee and Clint crawled into a kneeling position. Already the tyke's mouth was open to take in the jawbreaker. "Suck it for me, lover boy," said Kent. Eagerly, Clint pushed the jawbreaker past his lips and the tangy pineapple juice coated his tongue. He gulped it down and started to suck. Kent let out a contented sigh as the boy's lips sealed around his stiff prick. Clint was fearless when it came to sex. It was so hot and completely adorable. "Tilt your head up a bit..." Kent nodded when the boy complied. "Now, pretend you're yawning..." Clint struggled to do as his teacher told him, eyes locked on Kent's face as he worked to take more than just the spongy head into his sweet young mouth. Kent praised him and didn't push him, because it was more important that Clint liked doing this than that he got more inches into his throat. Clint did as he was told, with each step the boy giving an IS THIS RIGHT? look to Kent. With lots of encouragement, he took in more and more licorice stick. The jawbreaker tickled the back of his throat and he wound up in a coughing fit. However, when Kent tried to call it off, the boy fretted and explained between coughs, "No, no, I wanna. It's just I never done it before. But I really wanna." Only after several assurances was Clint allowed to keep trying to get Kent's jawbreaker further into his mouth. The boy coughed twice more, but on the third attempt he was able to follow the man's instructions and did a better job. Clint pulled the cock out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I did it! Did you see, Kent?! I got a bunch of licorice stick in!" "You did, big mouth. I knew you could do it!" Kent stroked the boy's dark hair. Without prompting, Clint went back to sucking. His adorable face screwed up in concentration as he tried to master the new trick. It reminded Kent of when Ryder was trying to figure out a combo move in a video game. "That's my boy. You're doing awesome." Kent kept up the encouragements as his body burned hotter and hotter with lust for the youngster. That eager, inexpert sucking was sending fireworks off in his brain. His cock was throbbing, even though it had already enjoyed several shots earlier. Kent just couldn't get enough of the sexy, sweet, beautiful boy. Clint was starting to get used to the fullness in the back of his throat. Despite his love of sucking on things, he never once tried to stuff his mouth this full. Candy always sat on his tongue or in his cheeks. Partly what concerned Clint was the possibility of choking. After all, the big spongy ball on the end of the cock was a lot like a jawbreaker. But to his surprise, the boy could drink the pineapple juice even with the spurter rammed up against the opening of his throat. It was like discovering a person could breathe underwater. Still, Clint was new to this and he had to pull off the cock a few times. "Are you ok, lover boy?" "Ya! I really thought if I breathed I'd be getting spurt in the air part. But you were totally, totally right, Kent! I can actually breathe AND drink! Sorry, he needs a kiss. Mmmmmmmmwuh!" Clint smooched the spurter. "Hee! I just wanted your jawbreaker to know how much I like him. 'Kay, lemme try again." Clint opened wide and got a bunch of cock in... then a bit more. Any further and it would cause him to start coughing, so Clint just allowed himself to get used to the feeling of about a third of the licorice stick in his mouth as he gently sucked. Kent would never, ever hurt Clint, so he wasn't about to push the boy any harder than he already had. That Clint was eagerly trying to take more of Kent's thick shaft into his little boy mouth was already such a sweet gesture, there was no reason to push for more. "I love having my dick in your mouth," Kent moaned, watching the boy through half-lidded eyes. The vision of the 10-year-old stuffed full of man meat was so erotic, made more so by the light of joy in Clint's eyes. The boy was enjoying sucking him off and that had Kent aching to shoot his load. "Mmmm... I bet you'll drink all my spurt tonight." Clint looked up at the jock with wide eyes - REALLY?!?!?! The nod from Kent made him giddy! Would his belly get every drop of kablooeyed spurt? Yes yes yes! For a brief moment Clint started to use his teeth, he was so excited, but it did no harm as he quickly corrected and concentrated on full, deep sucks. Almost immediately the tyke was getting used to the fullness in his mouth and he shivered a little in anticipation of swallowing every drop of the white stuff. Kent just couldn't hold out anymore. It was simply too perfect for him to resist his need to cum. With a low grunt of ecstasy, he blew his load into the kid's mouth, feeding him blasts right over his tonsils. It wasn't as powerful as usual, since he'd cum once up Brandon's ass and thrice into Ryder just a short time ago, but he still had a good helping to feed the youngster. GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! Clint was happy as all heck! The spurt went down much more easier with the jawbreaker crammed way back in his mouth! None splashed out from inside his cheeks! It went straight into his stomach! All warm and fresh! "Fuck, big mouth, you are amazing!" Kent said as his body spasmed in pleasure. The kid tried to tell Kent with his eyes that he hadn't spilled a drop, but he understood the man got that super-diving feeling when you cummed and was totally out of it. Still, the boy was positively beaming with a mouthful of licorice stick. Clint couldn't contain his excitement. He drew back and, licking his lips, exclaimed, "I did it!" The boy jumped up and threw his arms around Kent's neck. "I drunk it all! All your spurt!" "I'm so proud of you, sweet boy." Clint went in for the biggest smooch ever. It was funny that for all his experience, Kent too felt like a diver leaping off a high board whenever he kissed little Clint. Something about the boy just left him utterly charmed and disarmed. He cuddled Clint to him as they made out, his long arms wrapped around the youngster. For that moment, the world was just the two of them and he didn't need to think about anything else. Kent was happy and he knew his boy was as well. ***** "You outing yourself, that it, trying to tell us you're a queer?!" Brandon fired off at Warren. The pitcher was pissed as hell and relentless in his verbal assault that he practically had the catcher reduced to tears. It had all started when Ryder arrived at the baseball diamond to watch his boyfriend practice with his teammates. Brandon had greeted him with an affectionate hug before striking out three players. During breaks in the action, the older boyfriend threw his arm over his younger boyfriend's shoulder during intimate chats. Ryder saw no outright hostility or stares. But he could tell something was off. Less chatter among the teammates and no one looking in his direction. In the ninth inning, Brandon had embraced Ryder and that's when the tide turned. "We playing baseball or you two need a room?" Warren had said seemingly to no one in particular while crouching down behind the plate. "Somebody say something?" Brandon had snapped as he crossed back to the diamond. "Homo stuff don't fly here," Warren replied. "Let's finish, I gotta get home soon." A few chuckles rippled through the crowd of boys. In that awful moment Brandon understood just how small their town was and that no amount of slow introduction of his and Ryder's relationship would ever be possible. "So I can't hug my brother," offered Brandon, "or I'll hafta listen to shit coming outta your mouth?" "Pfft, he's not your brother." "Dude doesn't have a dad and his mom works all the time, so us Welshes adopted him as one of our own and treat him like a brother. So, what you're saying, Warren, is when you hug your little brother it's gay?" "N-No," replied Warren, this time with a tone that said he knew he'd stepped into it. "I didn't know about your parents, Ryder." "Don't change the subject, Warren, you're talkin' to ME now," seethed Brandon. "So you're saying you stick your dick in your little brother?" "What? N-no. What?" Warren was completely flustered and the tide was now turning in Brandon's favor. "Well, you said us two brothers should get a room 'cause of a hug. You're saying homo stuff don't fly here, so that must mean you wait 'til you're alone with your little brother before you get him to suck you off and let you fuck him? That what you're telling the team?" "Shit, no!" Warren said angrily. "You outing yourself, that it, trying to tell us you're a queer?!" Tears started to form in Warren's eyes. "I'm real sorry, Brandon, I'm real, real sorry. And Ryder, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot and didn't realize how things were." "That's a start," said Brandon, "but I see or hear anyone pull this bullshit again on my little brother they'll be lucky if I don't send them to the hospital. Is that understood, you meatheads?!" Every single head nodded in subservience. Brandon glowered at Warren. "And as for you... you're up to bat." Then he said with a smile, "Hit a single and I'll forget all about this." With a comic's timing, he added, "Unless you'd rather hug." Warren smiled broadly. "Fuck off." "C'mon, we know you can't hit worth shit, why don't we just hug." The teammates laughed and play resumed as if a windstorm had blown through yet done no damage. But Brandon threw a look at Ryder that said I GUESS NO ONE CAN KNOW I LOVE YOU. ***** The crowd roared as Scott St. James sent a perfect pass into the hands of Douglas Chandler, which won the game for the Laguna Harbor Sharks. Kent shouted louder than anyone and rushed onto the field to congratulate his boys on a great game. Scott surprised him with a hug and then ran off to bump chests with Douglas and some of the others. After shaking hands with the coach of the opposing team, Kent ushered his guys off the field. It had been a fabulous game and he was so incredibly proud. His elation dimmed only when, after the boys were all showered and off on their way home, he went to gather up his own group. Because as soon as he saw them, the man could tell the dark cloud had not yet dissipated. Kent sighed. He understood that Brandon and Ryder were disappointed. And he felt bad about that. This was supposed to be their first night together, the three of them, since the breakup. Both boys had been looking forward to it, and Kent had as well.... But there was the Clint conundrum. Because it felt very awkward having sex with Brandon and Ryder while he was starting something with the middle Welsh brother. Fate had intervened, or so he'd thought. Clint had called the day before and BEGGED to see Kent, just for a quickie in the car. And Kent, not thinking very well after his post-orgasm high, had invited the boy to come to the game. Naturally, Clint had also assumed this meant he would be coming over for the post-game fun, with him and Kent on the couch as before while the young lovers took the bedroom. And Kent hadn't had the heart to say no, which is when the trouble really started. Ryder had got surly and wouldn't talk to him, which was a VERY bad sign. Brandon had got annoyed and suggested his brother find his own friends and Clint had sniped right back that Kent was his friend too. Now all the boys were sulking and glaring at each other. Which didn't bode well for their evening. Kent didn't know what to say, so he just brought them to the car and drove them to his place in uncomfortable, miserable silence. If Ryder had his suspicions of being ghosted, this was confirmation his Big had only been humoring him the other day, despite the tween's body receiving three good-sized loads. The Little wanted to speak out, but he was too hurt. Part of him felt guilty, because Kent had to babysit Clint, which meant so much more boyfriend time with Brandon. "Hey," Ryder heard his partner whisper into his ear, "we'll have our own fun." Those words made Ryder smile faintly. "I'm looking forward to your cock fucking my ass." "Kid, that just made me so hard." Chuckling softly, Ryder bumped shoulders and received a kiss on the cheek. Clint was still mad at his big brother for making him feel unwanted. But one look at Kent and all those bad feelings disappeared. The boy had chosen the music station and it seemed to make the man happy. Biting his lip, Clint motioned with his eyes for Kent to look down at the boy's crotch. He pinched at the little tent in his jeans and stifled a giggle. Then he sucked on his jawbreaker in a way to show he really wanted Kent's cock in his mouth. Kent was lost at sea with all the conflicting emotions going on in his head. He knew Ryder was mad and hurt and it was pure misery to know he was causing his Little such pain. But Clint was being so sweet and his eyes were promising a night full of sexy, romantic fun that Kent couldn't help but smile. It would be so much easier if he could just tell Ryder and Brandon what was going on. They'd understand if he could just explain what was happening with Clint. But on that issue, Kent's hands were tied. Maybe once Clint was more secure in their relationship, but not right then. At the apartment, Brandon seemed to ignore his brother. Ryder, meanwhile, was visibly pouting. It was uncomfortably like that very first morning after their first sexual tryst where Ryder had felt Kent was rejecting him. "Boys, I know this wasn't the plan," Kent said to the young couple, wanting to ease the tensions. But he really had no idea what to say. "Maybe we can...." What? Kent had no idea. He couldn't exactly promise to fuck them some other night, not with Clint standing right there. Brandon frowned at him. "Whatever. C'mon, boyfriend," he said and dragged Ryder off to have sex. "He can be such a jerk sometimes," Clint muttered as the bedroom door clicked shut. He had stored his jawbreaker in his egg container and slipped it into a pocket. "No, it's my fault. I broke a promise..." Clint wrapped his tiny hand around one of Kent's thick fingers. "Nuh-uh, you're NICE!" Beaming sunnily and stifling a giggle, he stepped back and gently dragged the jock into the living room. "I wanna kiss you so much, Kent. Everything's better when I kiss you." A warmth washed over his body as the man picked him up and carried him to the couch. Touching lips was the best! And even though Kent wasn't TOO kissy-kissy at first, the more they did it the more it got really good! They sat on the couch together and smooched and smooched. Clint whispered into his ear, "You looked so cool and handsome on the football field." Kent whispered back, "You're so cute, big mouth, I can't stand it." Clint whispered back, "I don't wanna kiss anybody but you." Kent whispered back, "You feel so good in my arms." The man's tongue slid into Clint's mouth and the preteen suckled on it, tasting the peppermint gum that Kent had chewed while coaching the team. Slowly the tension in Kent's shoulders eased. The fallout with Brandon and Ryder could be dealt with later. Until then, he would just relax and enjoy the wonderful boy in his lap, the one with the gorgeous blue eyes and the smile that melted the man's heart. Kent's hand moved with practiced ease, sliding Clint's shirt off and then undoing the clasp on his shorts. In no time, the boy was naked and Kent's hands were able to glide over his soft, bare skin. Clint's giggles and gasps made Kent so hard it was almost painful. As if their minds were linked, Clint clumsily got Kent's shorts open so that he could stroke the jock's throbbing erection. "Can I have my treat now?" the boy asked with coquettish innocence. "Of course. But I got to warn you, it's gonna be a gusher." Clint grinned from ear to ear. "More spurt, yay!" The 10-year-old boy opened wide and filled his mouth with Kent's jawbreaker. Slowly he pushed it to the back of his throat, just like the P.E. teacher had taught him, and he had over a third of the licorice stick in his mouth. Clint suckled and licked and slurped. Still, it took some getting used to, the fullness in his mouth, but he was a fast learner and soon he got even more licorice stick in. With adorable eyes, the boy looked up and saw the pride in Kent's face. "You're doing well, sweet boy." Clint sucked on the naughty candy, happy he could make this awesome man feel good. Meanwhile, Ryder was stretched out on Kent's bed while being serviced by Brandon. The boy tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure his boyfriend's mouth was bringing to his small cock. But the incident on the baseball field only confirmed how much he and Brandon needed Kent - the security of being who they were, the guidance of a gay Big Brother, the stiff horse cock that produced thick loads of jizz. "My technique off tonight, kid?" asked Brandon. "It's not that," apologized Ryder, "I'm just, like, convinced Kent doesn't wanna be around me." "Lemme see if I can make it all better," insisted Brandon as he went down on the other tween. Ryder tried his best to not get upset. The more he thought about Kent preferring to be in the other room, however, the softer his dick was getting. "You got it bad," observed Brandon. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna tell him exactly how I feel," declared Ryder as he crawled off the bed. Kent was impressed that Clint was already learning how to take so much cock in his mouth. And he looked absolutely gorgeous doing it. His eyes were dreamy, like he was off in his own world of contented bliss as he sucked on the rigid dick. "Mmm... Makes me feel so good, baby..." Kent took off his shirt to get even more comfortable, stretching out to fully enjoy the sexy boy working to get him off. His fingers stroked the boy's hair, murmuring praise and approval. His breathing quickened with ecstasy, and his eyes grew unfocused. He knew he should hold back, but he had a few loads to feed the boy so there wasn't any harm in letting loose.... Unfortunately, Kent never heard the sound of the bedroom door. He only heard the words, "Kent, I wanna know why you're ditching me!" The man scrambled to get the blanket over Clint even as his dick was filling the kid's mouth with jizz. "Ryder! What...?" Everything went dark for Clint just as spurt kablooeyed straight down his throat! It was like a tidal wave splashing into his stomach. This was kinda like that time the brothers were taken horseback riding and Clint's beast got a bit spooked and all the boy could do was hold on and hope for the best. The next couple of kablooeys were too much and even though the 10-year-old gulped fiercely he had to open his mouth to let the milky stuff all rain down on the licorice stick and form into a lake in Kent's crotch. Clint had a need to cough, but he also knew he had to stay hidden under the blanket. For a second, Ryder forgot his anger and noted the odd image of a shirtless Kent with the blanket on his lap. He saw his Big's eyes go half-lidded while also trying to keep a level gaze. Ryder stuttered, "I... How come you're-?" Brandon came up from behind and put a hand on his shoulder. "Ryder, don't-" And then he too paused. Kent started to say something ridiculous like "This isn't what you think!" like he was a teenager caught by his parents. With his brain still fried from the orgasm, and the shock of being interrupted still making his heart race, it was hard to think of what to even say. And the worst part was, really, that to cover it up (if that was even possible) meant even more lies. "I..." "Teach! Where'd the rug rat get to?!" Brandon asked, looking around the room. Kent had promised to keep Clint's secret, and keeping his promises to his boys was important to him. But he felt trapped, chained by all the secrets he was keeping for them. He looked from Ryder's confused face to Brandon's concerned expression. If there was any way to salvage the situation, he didn't know it. "Sorry, sweet boy," Kent said and peeled the blanket off of his little lover. Brandon went bug eyed as he saw his middle brother - naked, on all fours, face splattered with come - glaring at both him and Ryder. "Leave Kent alone," bellowed Clint, "stop being so mean to him!" The big brother was completely bowled over. "The fuck? What is this shit?" Clint snapped back, "You're not supposed to swear in front of me. I'm telling Mom!" Placing his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, Ryder tried to restore calm. "Ok, ok, uh..." But he was conflicted over the sight of jizz spray-painted all over his Big's lap and on the other Welsh brother whose messy mouth clearly indicated he'd been in the middle of a blowjob. The voyeur in Ryder couldn't help but be turned on. "Everyone, just calm down," said Kent. "We need to talk about this." He made a futile effort to clean Clint's dripping face with the blanket. The grade-schooler tried to get out of the way so he could keep glaring at Brandon. "You can't make me not be with Kent!" Clint shouted at his older brother. "Oh, you think so? Just watch me!" Ryder tried to interject. "Brandon... Um..." But he was clearly at a loss. "Maybe let Kent handle it." "Just because I suck Kent's dick that don't mean Clint should!" "He sucks you?" Clint asked, staring at the man in utter shock. "Uhhhh... Yes." Brandon glared at his middle brother. "And I take it up the ass too!" Kent could see the situation spiraling out of control. "Brandon, that's enough. Calm down...." It was just what he'd been afraid of, with all the secrets built up among them. And he knew the blame fell squarely on his shoulders, though he wished that weren't true. But not only had he let it go on, Kent had kept his own secrets. He looked at Clint. "I've had sex with Brandon and Ryder." "And Hudson!" "Yes, and a boy named Hudson, thank you, Ryder." Clint stared with his face all scrunched up in confusion, occasionally grimacing as Kent continued to clean his face. "B-But... You're not supposed... Brandon and Ryder are boyfriends." "Look," said Kent, "being in a relationship doesn't necessarily mean you have sex with only that person." "Teach, you don't have to explain yourself to the brat." "I'm not a brat!" "Are too!" "Am not!" Ryder tried to intervene, but he was also distracted by the semi he was getting at the sight of Kent drenched in his own come. "Brandon-" "I got this." Kent used his deepest voice to regain control. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" The room fell silent. The jock turned to the confused 10-year-old child. "Clint. Having sex with others doesn't mean I don't like you, sweet boy." Brandon piped up, "Kent, I'll handle it-" "Stay out of this." "Dude, the brat just started blowing you, what, while you were asleep?" Kent shook his head. "No. I wasn't asleep." Brandon wrinkled his brow. "But-" "And he didn't just 'start' blowing me. We've been having sex since the first weekend we met." It was so strange for Kent to feel guilty, like he was confessing that he had defiled some precious little girl to her disapproving father. Which wasn't even remotely the case. The man had to set aside the feeling that he had done something wrong. He'd made a mistake, yes, but he hadn't hurt anyone. Things had just gotten way too complicated. Kent addressed the boyfriends. "Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It felt strange to be with you, short stack, and you too, doofus, while I had this secret thing happening with Clint." He turned to his young lover. "And I should've told you about my relationship with Ryder and Brandon. I'm sorry." Brandon held out his hands. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on. You...?" The middle-schooler glanced at Ryder as if to say DID YOU HEAR WHAT I HEARD? He turned back to Kent. "So... You knew my brother was... doing that to you?" Kent nodded, "Yes, Clint and I have been intimate since he came over to the pool to swim on that Sunday." Brandon paused. "S-So... You wanted Clint to blow you?" He could see Kent sigh and try to keep his composure. "Yes. And I've blown him. And we've french kissed. And got to know each other." Brandon relaxed. "Aw, teach. Cripes, I'm sorry. I..." He tried to conceal his smile. "I thought the rug rat tricked you somehow." Clint crossed his arms and huffed. "I DIDN'T." "Dang. I had no idea Kent would be into you, squirt. Just didn't think you'd rate." "Kent likes me lots!" "I can see that." Brandon walked up and gave teach's arm a friendly punch. "Man, my little bro must be a hot piece of ass for you to want him." The tension in the room eased and Kent chuckled at Brandon. "Clint's a sexy little devil and completely irresistible." "I sneak out at night and go see him," Clint said, with a mixture of pride and defiance. "Whoa, no way!" Brandon stared at his middle brother like he was seeing him for the first time. "You little scamp!" "He's even sucked me off in my car," Kent said with a warm smile. "Hey! You never let ME suck you off in the car!" Ryder objected, also with a smile. Kent slid an arm around Clint. "Before we go any further, I need to make sure you're all right, big mouth. I realize you were worried about Brandon knowing, and you're surprised I have sex with him and Ryder. How are you feeling?" Brandon burst out laughing. "You call him 'big mouth'? Like, from the show?" With a firm gaze, Kent turned and stared down Brandon. "Do you mind, short stack?" The eldest Welsh brother held up his hands again. "You're right." Clint looked back and forth between Kent and the two boyfriends. "Well... um... I kinda didn't want Brandon to know 'cause, um, I thought he'd be mad. But he's not, so, um... that's ok, I guess." "You'll need to get my blessing, though," interrupted Brandon, but then he silenced himself with a zip to the lip. Clint stared meekly at Kent. "And... you... you do n-naked stuff with them b-because you don't like me enough?" Kent knelt so that he was eye-level with Clint. His expression was sincere and full of affection. "Listen to me, lover boy, you are absolutely enough. You are wonderful and beautiful and being with you makes me feel like the luckiest man alive." Clint blushed and smiled. "Oh..." Jizz was dripping down from Kent's crotch, but he didn't break eye contact with the sweet preteen. "Sexual intimacy, being with someone the way you and I are, the way I am with your brother and Ryder, it's a separate thing from... from romantic feelings," Kent explained. "I love having sex with Ryder and Brandon, because I care deeply for them. But they are a couple, right? Their hearts belong to each other. You and I.... I think I'm falling for you, Clint. I really do. Being with Ryder and Brandon doesn't change that." "Yeah," said Brandon. "Teach is talking about SPORT FUCKING. That's what we men call it." Clint ignored his big brother and held Kent's gaze. "Y-You like me that much?" "I can't get you out of my mind, Clint. We've shared some special times together and I'd like... no, I NEED to see more of you." Clint felt Kent's lips press against his cheek. The boy caught sight of Ryder all googly-eyed at Brandon as if to say AWWW, THAT'S SO SWEET! Curious, the kid asked Kent, "S-So, we'd be like, um, Brandon and Ryder?" "I don't want to rush you into anything, sweet boy," said Kent as he brushed the hair out of the youngster's face. "If you'd like, we could go out on dates and see where it leads." Ryder jumped in, "You'll have the greatest time with my Big, he makes dates specialer than anything." "Thanks, doofus," said Kent, "that's nice of you to say." Clint blushed and said in a small voice, "I like you lots, Kent, and, um... I'd love to date you." He saw Kent smile and, closing his eyes, felt himself kissed on the lips. A squeal came out of Ryder. "Your little brother's going out with Kent." He threw his arms around Brandon's neck and kissed him. Brandon winked at his teacher. "I guess you got my blessing." Kent looked at each of them in turn. "Secrets aren't good. Especially with US, boys. We need to look out for each other and trust each other. That's the only way this'll work. So... I think it's time for all the secrets to come out." But Brandon played dumb. "What secrets would those be?" Ryder blurted out in shame, "I've had sex with Kent more than one or two times a day." The middle-schooler's eyes went wide. "No shit?" "You're not supposed to swear," Clint put in. "I'm sorry, Brandon," said Ryder with his eyes to the ground. "Seriously, I-I like it when you... decide things for us. It's so cool. B-But what you said about sex with Kent, it d-didn't feel right. A-And I shoulda said something-" Brandon was a bit cross. "Why didn't you?" "W-Well, 'cause, like I said, you're the decider and... I wasn't sure how I really felt until I was with Kent. So I asked him not to say anything. That was wronger than wrong and I'm sorry." Kent stepped over to Brandon, who was still looking pole-axed. A lot of things had been thrown at him, from finding out that Clint wasn't so innocent to Ryder's needs from his Big. It was a lot to take in and could be overwhelming. But Kent was certain this was the time for them to get everything out there. As certain as he was, though, he still felt it was for Brandon to decide. The man put his hands on the tough boy's shoulders. "I won't tell them, short stack. But there isn't anything embarrassing about it and it's not wrong, what you want. There's no need to keep it a secret." He smiled warmly. "If I know doofus, he'll even think it's pretty hot." "What's hot?" Ryder asked. "What's he talking about?" All of the blood went to Brandon's face, he knew it must be fire-engine red. Suddenly the middle-schooler felt the weight of all those eyes staring at him. His snappishness vanished in an instant and was replaced with humiliation. "I... I dunno if..." No one said a word. I'M THE LAST FUCKIN' HOLDOUT. But what Brandon had to reveal was a lot more embarrassing. Clint was having sex with Kent. Ryder was having more sex with Kent. And Kent was having sex with everyone else. I LIKE TO BE CALLED A 'SLUT' AND A 'WHORE' AND A 'TRAMP' AND TREATED LIKE A COME RAG OR JUST AN ASS OR A MOUTH. How would his boyfriend react? And how could he ever look his younger brother in the eye again? And then it hit him they were all naked together. Kent still had jizz dripping down his legs. Clint had a facial. And everyone but Brandon had a hardon. "Um..." Brandon played with his hands. He just didn't know what to say. And then he received a kiss on the cheek from Ryder. "Kent's right that we all need to be honest." Then teach kissed him on the cheek. "It's ok, short stack, you're safe with us." And then, shit, his middle brother bolted over and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, I love you, Brandon." "Hey, Brandon, look at me." The 12-year-old reluctantly raised his eyes to Kent's. "You are one of the strongest, boldest boys I've ever met. You saved Clint's life, for god's sake. No one in this room would ever doubt you're a tough boy." "But..." "It's ok to not be strong all the time, Brandon. It's ok to just be a boy who enjoys what he enjoys. You don't always have to be the 'man of the house.' Sometimes you can relax and just be you." Clint was worried. He'd never seen his older brother look like this... Small. Brandon had always been his rock, the man he looked up to when Dad wasn't around, and apart from the fire extinguisher incident, Brandon always seemed to do everything right around his brothers. The boy was shocked when his big brother eyed him with fear. "It's YOU especially I'm worried about. This is stuff that might... I don't want you to see... um..." "You don't have to say," replied Clint. He could see Brandon was surprised. "I mean, you can tell Ryder. It's probably big boy stuff." Ryder took Clint by the hand. "You're a big boy now." "Yeah..." said Brandon. "I guess you are. Huh. I keep forgetting you're growing up too." "Th-Thanks, Brandon." "But, hey, you're still my LITTLE brother and I'll keep you in line." That made everyone chuckle, and Clint felt better that people were at least laughing a bit. Brandon began: "I, uh... I like it when... Kent fucks me." He gave Clint a stern look. "Yeah. We can swear when we're like this." Clint smiled - he really was a big boy. "'Kay." Brandon faced his boyfriend. "I enjoy it when Kent fucks me in the ass and mouth." "That's ok," said Ryder, "I-" "No. It's more than that. I like... being called dirty names." Suddenly, Ryder perked up. "Ok. That IS hot." Kent smiled. "See?" "I like being treated-" and then to Clint "-pretend bad. You know? None of it is ever really hurting me. But it looks like it. 'Kay? It just looks like it." Ryder licked his lips. "So, what do you like to be called?" Brandon put on his bravest face and turned to teach for strength. "I like it when Kent calls me a 'slut'... and a 'whore'... and a 'tramp.' And I like it when there's swearing and he pounds me hard." To his surprise, Brandon realized he too had a hard-on. Kent gave his student a kiss. "And you're the hottest little cock-loving slut I've ever been with," he said with a smile. Brandon chuckled a bit, still looking pretty uncomfortable. Kent was really proud of Clint and Ryder for being so mature and supportive. They were all in such a weird emotional place just then, but Kent was confident they were now past the worst of it. "I vote we all go to the bedroom for the rest of this discussion... And other things I'm sure will take place." Kent held his hand out to Clint, wanting to make sure the boy knew he was now included. Squealing, Clint ran over and took the man's hand. The tween smiled sweetly and received a kiss. As he was led to the bedroom, Clint turned back to the boyfriends. "You coming?" "In a sec," said Brandon. He watched teach pad off with his middle brother. Then he turned to Ryder. "You sure you're fine with this?" "It's totally, totally, totally cool." "I... I'm not sure I'd wanna do it with you." "You mean, like, in front of all of us?" "No, I mean, I wouldn't want... you and me..." "Oh. No, I get it. Just with Kent. I can't wait to see." "Dude. We're... gonna watch Kent do our brother." Ryder smiled. "Yeah. Wait... OUR brother?" Brandon kissed him. "I'm gonna make you my husband. That means he'll be your brother." Ryder beamed. "I love you." "I fuckin' love you, kid." "Let's go have fun with Kent and Clint." Brandon led Ryder into the bedroom. "Damn, boyfriend. Let's." Kent settled on the bed and pulled Clint atop him so they could make out. Everything was so much better now that the weight of the secrets had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt closer to his boys, like he wasn't having to hold back or watch what he said anymore. As a major bonus, he was free to be with Clint without worrying about what Brandon might say. He could even look forward to the middle-schooler covering for him and his little lover. Clint hummed against his lips, his slender body quivering with excitement. Kent understood without having to ask that the boy was also happy their secret was out and Brandon was ok with it. After all, Clint had been so worried Brandon would be upset, so it had to be a huge relief to know his big brother welcomed him into this world of sexual exploration. Ryder paused at the doorway with Brandon. The sight of Clint necking with Kent was unbelievably hot. In that moment the Little felt so happy for his Big. The man would never be alone anymore because in his arms was a boy who just might be the one. Ryder noticed Brandon staring for a different reason. A bit of shock knowing his younger brother was being sexual. "They look so cute together," Ryder said. "Yeah, I'm glad teach has someone," replied Brandon. "Even if he is a squirt." Ryder guided his boyfriend to the bed and nodded toward Kent's throbbing erection. Together they went to work on the shaft with their tongues and smiled at the sound of Kent moaning into Clint's mouth. Kent had been sure he'd reach the absolute zenith of pleasure when he'd had two boys in his bed, but now with three he was transported to an even higher plane of erotic delight. As their tongues fenced, Kent gently held the boy close so they could make out with the ferocious intensity he needed. The other two tweens licking, slurping and sucking on his dick made Kent shudder. If he hadn't just shot a load, he would already be cumming like a geyser. The 10-year-old boy, though new at all this naked stuff, had a feeling something was up, because Kent was making the kind of sounds he made when Clint had the jawbreaker and licorice stick in his mouth. Glancing down during their french kiss, Clint saw his brother and his brother's boyfriend licking the stick together, which reminded him of a cat giving itself a bath. It was strange and exciting to see them being naughty with Kent's cock. Clint broke the kiss and whispered into the jock's ear. "Brandon and Ryder are raiding the candy store." Kent whispered back, "Mmmmm, yeah, feels so good." "They play nice together, don't they?" "You're ALL amazing. Kiss me, sweet boy." Smiling, Clint went back to necking with the most handsomest man ever. Kent reached down to stroke Clint's stiff little rod as he hungrily mashed their lips together. Three gorgeous, sweet, sexy boys in his bed, all giving him pleasure, all excited to be with him. Life just couldn't be better. Brandon took Kent's dick between his lips and sucked it down to the root, dragging a gasp of desire from his teacher. He wondered if it was some brother rivalry sort of thing, like Brandon had to show Clint he'd sucked the cock first and could do it better or something. Kent moaned into Clint's mouth, squirming beneath the pile of boys. He wasn't going to last long, but he was determined to hold out as long as he could. Happy and content, Ryder lapped at his Big's thick, shaved nutsack. He grinned thinking back to when he alone was in Kent's bed, sneaking under the covers to give his first blowjob. A shiver of excitement ran through him - not only from the memory of that time but also gazing up at two others wanting to taste what the hot athlete had to offer. Right there was his new boyfriend deep throating the thick rod. And up there was the guy's middle brother kissing those plump adult lips. Giggling, Ryder leaned up and kissed Brandon on the cheek. Even with a mouthful of cock, the middle-schooler smiled back at him. It really was like that first time together in bed with Kent. The night crackled with magic. Kent frenched Clint deeply, eyes half-lidded from utter bliss. The Welsh brothers sure did know how to make a man feel wanted. His whole body was afire with lust, hungering to touch, kiss and love these three boys all night long. "Whoa," Clint said when he broke for air. "Brandon's got the whole thing in his mouth!" "Yeah, it took him some practice, but your brother never backs down from a challenge." Brandon looked up at Kent with pride in his eyes and sucked even more intensely, moaning in his throat as he serviced his muscular teacher. "How much can you take?" Ryder asked Clint, eyes sparkling. "Um..." "He takes enough," Kent said, drawing in a shuddering breath. Clint was attacked with more kisses from Kent, but out of the corner of his eye he watched his big brother. The boy couldn't believe it was even possible to get the entire licorice stick inside a mouth. He was happy with only half. Suddenly, the tyke's face was turned to Kent. SMOOCH. "Sweet b-boy, I love what y-you do to me." "I know, but..." SMOOCH. "You make me f-feel so good." "Ryder's licking your gumballs, I didn't know you could do more than kiss them." SMOOCH. "I told you I-I have much to teach you. W-We've got lots of time." "I sure wanna learn." "A-And you will." What a sweet boy, Kent thought. He really was satisfied with Clint's oral talents, but that the boy was so eager to learn to do more showed what a wonderful young lover he was. Kent wasn't even sure Clint could deep throat him, at least not until he was Ryder's age. "Come on down, Clint, I'll show ya," Ryder said. He nudged his boyfriend. "You gotta share." Brandon popped the dick out of his mouth. "Well, ok." He eyed his middle bro scooching downward. "Look, runt, if you're doing this, I ain't gonna have you do it half-ass. Teach deserves the best. So you can't be tarnishing the Welsh name with half-hearted BJs." "Hey! He's HUUUUGE!" Brandon shrugged as he made room for Clint. "You wanna play with the big boys, well, man up." Ryder gave his boyfriend a friendly shove. "Aw, be nice to our brother." He noticed Clint beam at him being called such a name. "Go ahead." Part of the Little was excited to see yet another boy with Kent's cock in his mouth. First it was Hudson. Then it was Brandon. And now, Clint. With a self-conscious look, the newest member opened wide and throated over a third of the shaft. "Whoooaaaa," praised the boyfriends. Smiling, Clint started to suck. "Ooohhhhhh," moaned Kent. "Sweet boy." "Then you'll wanna, like, relax your throat," instructed Ryder. Clint tried to shove in more and he got about half of the cock in his mouth. "Mmmmmm, ooohhh," moaned Kent. "I can kinda tell it's not relaxed," Ryder said diplomatically. "Like this." Clint drew back and Ryder took over, taking the cock right to the hilt and looking at the smaller brother as if to say SEE? Now Clint took over, but as he forced in more licorice stick he choked. "I'll show you once more," said Ryder patiently. Clint popped off. "No, I can do it," he insisted. "Just let Ryder show you," Brandon put in. "But I-" "It'll be quick," assured Ryder. "Lemme just-" Kent was trapped between panting in ecstasy and wanting to laugh at the way the boys were actually fighting over his dick. "Listen to him, Clint. Ryder taught your brother. He knows what he's doing." "Really?" Clint asked. "Yeah, well..." Brandon shrugged. "Like ya say, he's humungoid. So I just took it up the ass instead." "Whoa..." Clint looked up at Kent in awe. "You... You like doing that?" "Yeah. But we can talk about that later, lover boy." Once Ryder had Clint's attention again, he took Kent's dick, slowly and deliberately, down his throat. It was like a magic trick to the youngster, but he was determined to figure it out. Especially since Kent was making even louder happy noises. "You boys.... Big mouth. Doofus. Short stack. Oh god, you make me feel so good..." Brandon idly played with the big balls as his middle brother went down on teach. Never would he have imagined Clint with a prick in his mouth. Suckers, absolutely. Jawbreakers, maybe. But a horse cock? Yeah, right. Brandon watched his flesh and blood struggle with about half the shaft. Smiling, he nudged Ryder and together they lapped at the lower half of the thick meat. He knew Kent would love having three mouths on his dick. The deepest moan escaped teach's throat. Brandon's tongue could sense the cock stiffen and all signs indicated the man was about to spew. Kent groaned. Yeah, that did it. Three youngsters working on his cock was too much. His climax rose up and slammed into him with such force he bucked a little beneath the trio of beauties. Gasping, vision going white for a second, he sank into the incredible sensation of his dick firing off into Clint's mouth for the second time that night. "Oh, my boys," Kent moaned, seeing stars. All three preteens cuddled up with him, kissing him with deep affection, smiles lighting up their faces. The fractures that had been forming were all healed up now and they could express their truth without any shame or guilt. Once the boys had all given Kent sloppy kisses, Brandon pulled Ryder in for a sweet makeout session while Clint pounced on Kent for the same. Then Kent turned to Ryder and stole him away from Brandon for a deep, loving kiss that he hoped expressed how much he cared and how grateful he was to the boy for changing his world. Ryder let out a happy little squeak against his lips. Clint giggled and wrapped his arms around his big brother. "Thanks for, you know, letting me join in." Brandon shrugged, smiling mischievously. "Yeah, well... I am the best big brother in the world..." Clint grinned. "Uh-huh! You are!" And spontaneously he kissed his big brother. At first, it was just a playful, impish gesture and Brandon was too shocked to respond. But then the surprise wore off and the older brother, not willing to be outdone by his younger brother, pulled him closer for a hotter kiss. Both seemed to lose themselves in it for a moment, tongues dancing, breath hitching as they made out. When they broke away, the two brothers looked surprised, but they were also blushing and smiling. Brandon made a phone call to let his mom know they were ok and it was just easier if Clint stayed over too. Which officially made Clint part of the club, their little brotherhood of sexually needy preteens. Over the course of the night, Kent fed a load down the throats of each of the boys. Afterward he plowed Ryder's ass as the brothers watched. Clint was mesmerized by the sight, shocked to see Ryder loving the rough pounding so much. And he was really shocked when Ryder came without even touching himself. By the time the three collapsed into an exhausted heap, Kent was more satisfied than he'd ever been. And, more importantly, he felt closer to his boys than he ever had before.