Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 17:15:46 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 8 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 8 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 finished his rounds in the gym, making sure everything was closed up and locked. By this point Brandon was in the boys' shower, after having finished his afterschool workout, so no supervision was necessary. Once the office was secured, Kent went to go clean up. Tonight was the double date he and his boys had planned. Tempting as it was to shower next to Brandon, the phys. ed. teacher wasn't ready to get that brazen and instead chose a more remote stall. After all, this was a big night and he wanted to be at his best for his new little boyfriend. Kent showered quickly and dried off. Standing in his towel at the bathroom sink, he brought out his toiletries kit and started applying shaving cream. Brandon poked his head in, his eyes reflecting curiosity more than lust in that moment. Which made sense, since Kent had pounded his student's ass just a few hours ago. Whenever Brandon looked pensive, Kent knew it meant the 12-year-old wanted to ask something but was scared to seem weak. It didn't take much to figure out what was going on in the kid's head. "You got a few whiskers you want to get rid of?" Kent asked. Brandon shrugged, looking casual and indifferent, or at least trying to. "I guess..." Kent waved him over and Brandon complied, hiding a smile that was just too boyish for him to give into. "Here," Kent said, "spread this on your face, like I did." He didn't bother to find out if the tween knew how to shave, because he was sure it was just one of many things the Welsh father hadn't taught his son or talked to him about. And he wasn't about to wound Brandon's pride by asking. "I don't know how you do it," Kent said. "I like to start with my cheeks first..." In that way, the 23-year-old was able to teach Brandon what to do, taking care with each pass of the blade so the boy understood the process. And then he passed the razor to his student and pretended not to watch him. Kent loved having sex with Brandon, of course, but these moments were just as important to the man. They'd spent the whole weekend naked - Brandon, Clint and Ryder - enjoying each other's bodies. But it really was more than that for Kent. He felt he really was helping to mentor his boys in things beyond sex. Brandon Welsh planted his tongue in his cheek to stretch the skin, exactly like Kent, but he tried to make it look like the process was his own. Deep down the young athlete was aware how he was coming off, but teach was such a good buddy in letting it slide. "Heh, remind you of something?" chuckled Brandon with his tongue forming a bulge in the side of his mouth. Certainly that happened to his mouth several times on the weekend. But it wasn't his tongue that had puffed out his cheek. "Concentrate on your shaving," Kent said, also with a chuckle. However, it wasn't easy for Brandon. He couldn't stop thinking about the man's monster cock plugging his mouth. And his boyfriend's mouth. And his middle brother's mouth. And his boyfriend's ass. And Brandon's ass when the other boys were asleep. It was a totally awesome and wild Friday night and Saturday. Brandon was reeling from all the revelations and new experiences during the weekend, but Kent had taken him aside and suggested - man to man - that they take things slow. But Brandon had called Mom to tell her the brothers were crashing one more night, so there was the full Saturday together. It would be pushing it if they had stayed longer, so on the Sunday after brunch, Kent had driven them back to the Welsh house for chores and homework and private boyfriend time. "You really are bulking up," Kent said, squeezing one of Brandon's biceps. "I know, right?" Brandon said with a grin. "But you'll always be 'short stack' to me," Kent told him and mussed his hair. The man got dressed in the spare clothes he had brought and stowed the rest of his things in his duffel. He was just waiting by the door for Brandon to finish when his new boyfriend and his former boyfriend showed up. "Hey, sweet boy," Kent said, sweeping Clint up into his arms and kissing him. "Missed you." Clint Welsh squeed, "Kent, my hunk!" He embraced the jock around his neck. All day the grade- schooler had found it tough to focus on learning his punctuation and fractions. But his boyfriend was a teacher, and Clint knew how disappointing it would be if he'd started to fall behind in his studies. On the Friday night when everyone had told the truth about what they were doing with Kent, it came out that Clint had also been seeing the man without Brandon and Ryder knowing anything about it. Now Clint could be totally open about himself and his boyfriend! Well... they weren't actually supposed to be boyfriends. Kent had suggested they start dating and see where it went. By the end of the weekend, however, the tyke just couldn't wait. "Kent?" the middle Welsh brother had said over their eggs and turkey bacon. "Yeah, big mouth?" Kent had replied. "I... I don't wanna date." "Oh. Uh, you don't?" "No. I want us to be boyfriends! Pleeeeezzzzzz! Please can we?!" Clint had seen Ryder almost shout with excitement and knew his future brother-in-law was hoping the adult and boy would become a couple. It wasn't easy, though. Kent had asked several times if Clint was sure. Of course he was! And then the man had said the magic words: "I'd love to be your boyfriend." In the school shower, Kent had stars in his eyes while gazing at the cute 10-year-old who had so utterly charmed him. Sure, he'd tried to hold out and be responsible, take it slow, but nothing had made him happier than hearing the boy wanted to make it official. Brandon came around the corner, looking as studly as ever. He grabbed Ryder and laid a long, hungry kiss on him that looked to melt his boyfriend's knees. The wistful pangs Kent had felt before for his ex were fading. He had Clint, and now that all the secrets were out, the four of them could have fun whenever they wanted. "Anybody hungry?" Kent asked his boys. "Starving," Ryder Strauss said in response, but his voice was hinting at something else as he winked at Brandon. "Gosh Almighty, you look so sexy. Did you shave?" "Just tryin' to look good for ya, kid," smiled Brandon as he straightened his arm to flex it. "My studster's a real man," purred Ryder as he they kissed again. "Solid state." For the blond-haired boy there was something cool about having an older dude for a boyfriend, even if they were only one year apart. But it meant Ryder was still in elementary and Brandon in middle school. Next year, though, they would be attending the same institution. And Ryder would finally have Kent as his gym teacher! "Are we goin' on our double date?" Clint asked. "You bet, sweet boy," replied Kent. Clint tried to hold back another squee. Without the youngster really realizing it, the first night when Kent was chaperoning his brother and Ryder on their first date was also kind of a first date for the jock and the kid. But it wasn't what Kent called "official." Tonight it would be. Kent and Clint were gonna be known as boyfriends! They all trooped out to the car; Ryder grinning as he covertly held his boyfriend's hand, Brandon walking with his distinctive swagger, and Clint skipping alongside Kent, his star-shaped sunglasses covering his eyes and a jawbreaker resting obscenely against the inside of one cheek. Dinner was at Pizza Palace, of course, the same restaurant as before. They all liked the place and it was sort of their unspoken hangout. Only this time, they all shared a table - Brandon and Ryder on one side, Kent and Clint on the other. "I can't wait until baseball season starts," Kent said. "You should see your brother out there on the mound. Brandon's going to just wreck the batters who come up to the plate." "Thanks, teach! I can't wait for you to start coaching us in February," smiled Brandon. "That reminds me. World Series, dude." From his left Brandon heard a groan. He ruffled his boyfriend's hair. "Don't worry, kid, I'm sure we'll find something for you and my bro to do. But me and Kent are gonna watch at least part of the game on the weekends." "That's okay," smiled Clint. "Long as I'm with the coolest dude in the world!" "Heeeyyyyyy, Delores," Brandon smiled and he proceeded to charm the socks off their waitress. Delores had been the server for his and Ryder's first date. She had served them ice cream on the house and had received a big tip from Brandon as a reward. Of course, the group had to be careful and not let on that Kent and Clint were also on a date, but the woman was sweet as pie to both teach and the brat. Brandon had also felt a bit of a change in himself that he couldn't quite explain. Sure, he did order for both himself and Ryder like the man of the relationship. But with Clint he... well... even calling his middle brother a "brat" was unlike the middle-schooler's usual self. Clint and Dixon were normally thought of as "rug rats"... the kind of word a parent would call them. Lately, though, Brandon was treating Clint a bit differently. More like... a little brother than a son. He didn't want to think too much about it, but there was the question lurking within him about what exactly was going on. Clint knew he was the luckiest boy ever to have lived. Despite having recently turned 10, he had managed to get a 23-year-old jock for a boyfriend. And it had all happened so fast - in only one week! The preteen had tagged along with Kent at the very restaurant they were eating at tonight. Just hanging out and talking and stuff. Ryder had called it their courtship, whatever that meant. Now they were sitting at the same table together with his brother and brother's boyfriend for a double date. Clint had dressed up a bit better for the special occasion - collared shirt instead of a tee, tan pants in place of jeans (which were tough to keep clean at school!), nicer kicks than his worn ones, and of course his cool shades. "You're really looking sharp, sweet boy," Kent whispered into his ear. Clint cupped his hand to the man's ear, just like they did during their pillow talk. "And you're the most hottest man. You know what's better than the pizza?" "What's that, Clint?" whispered Kent. "Drinking my boyfriend's super-ultra yummy spurt," Clint whispered back. Kent chuckled and squeezed the boy's knee. Of course they had to be careful, but he'd learned with Ryder that there was a lot a guy and a boy could do in public that was viewed as innocent and cute. No one in the pizza parlor had any idea how many loads of his jizz each boy at the table had drunk. After ordering their meal, they started debating which movie to see. Brandon, naturally, was angling for the new R-rated action flick. Because, hey, with Kent as the adult chaperone he figured they should take advantage. Ryder was willing, but he did also offer a dumb, silly comedy that had just come out and Kent had heard it was funny. Clint thought the action movie sounded good, but Kent suspected he was just trying to seem like one of the big boys. "Let me check the times on my phone and we'll see what makes sense," Kent told the group. "So," Ryder asked Clint, "what're we gonna do while they're into their World Series?" "Mmmmmm, I dunno. Maybe we can wrestle and stuff," Clint giggled. "I'm sure me and Kent can keep you two busy," Brandon put in while nudging his boyfriend's shoulder. "Least the World Series'll be over at the end of the month," Clint challenged. "Watch it, shrimp, or you'll be eating a knuckle-a sandwich-a," Brandon threatened with a raised fist. Clint turned to Ryder. "He's been noogying me a lot." "Well, you deserve it," Brandon said. "But you didn't used to. Well, maybe, like, once in a little bit. He's even doing it to Dixon. And he's calling us 'twerps' and stuff." "Yeah, I kinda noticed that too," nodded Ryder. "He put me in a schoolboy pin-" Clint began. "What's that?" asked Ryder. "It's, like, when you sit on a guy's chest, like with your knees on each side of his head." "Oh, I never heard that before," observed Ryder. "Anyway, he did that and said he was gonna FART on me!" "I didn't, though." "Yeah, but you said you were gonna." "Did not." "Did too." "Did not," Brandon smiled. "Did too," Clint said, also with a smile. The kid delivered a friendly punch to his big brother and ducked as Brandon threatened to give him a noogie. "You want him, short stack, you gotta go through me," Kent interjected, laying a protective arm around his boyfriend's slender shoulders. Clint grinned and poked his tongue out at his brother. "Yeah!" Kent was delighted to hear Brandon was relaxing more and becoming the brother that his siblings needed. Something Kent had said or done had stuck and maybe the proud tween was ready to accept he could just be a kid too. The pizza arrived and they all piled their plates high. Kent had done some extra crunches that morning so he could "earn" this indulgence. He was also mindful of the number of calories he would burn later that night. Out of habit, Kent offered a dish so that Clint could put his jawbreaker down. "Seems like you're enjoying larger jawbreakers than before," the man commented with a smile. Clint burst into fits of giggles and had to be told to keep it down. But his boyfriend truly had delivered the funniest joke ever. "Hey, I never showed you," Clint said. "I got my egg to keep 'em in, so you'll never hafta worry." He produced his plastic container where he stored the jawbreaker and slipped it into his pocket. "Pretty smart, huh?" With a smug grin, the boy slid his star-shaped sunglasses down his nose and peered like a super cool spy. "Maybe you'll wean him off those jawbreakers," advised Brandon. "Nuh-uh, they're good practice for the other jawbreaker." Clint leaned into Kent's hand when the man stroked his hair. It was too bad he wasn't an adult and could stay out late. But now that the two of them were boyfriends, it was a sure thing that Clint would see a lot more of Kent. The grade-schooler was looking forward to doing all the things they'd talked about doing, like building a bicycle ramp. Dinner was a lot of fun. Dolores gave them great service, smiling the whole time. She never asked what the occasion was or who the boys were in relation to Kent. She saw they were all happy and didn't intrude. "Y'know, teach, if we DO go to a movie, we might end up keeping Clint up past his bedtime," Brandon said as they walked back to the car. Ryder giggled. "Hey, you know? You're right. That would be misresponsible." "IRRESPONSIBLE, doofus," Kent corrected. "That's what I said," Ryder replied with a cheeky grin. Clint glanced up at Kent. "You don't want me to get in trouble, staying out after curfew, do ya?" In the face of three boys conspiring against him, and with his own dick already throbbing in excitement, there was nothing for Kent to do but surrender. "Ok, I guess we can just head back to my place for dessert," he said with a smile. "YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!" shouted Clint as he burst into the apartment and started tearing off his clothes. "Wait 'til we get in-" cautioned Kent as he closed the door, but his voice was drowned out in a sea of boys' shouts as Brandon and Ryder joined Clint. Soon the floor was littered with clothes and standing before Kent were three dolphin-smooth naked boys with semi hard-ons. "Kent attack!" shouted Brandon the leader. The three leapt on the jock and started stripping him, ignoring any pleas to be careful and not wreck his outfit, until the man gave up and just let the trio have their way with him. Kent had thought maybe Brandon and Ryder would want another of their evenings just to themselves, but apparently the newness of everything was still exciting to them. It sure was to Kent. The man grabbed Clint and Ryder like they were sacks of potatoes and carried them bodily into the bedroom. Brandon trailed after, grinning from ear to ear. "The Welsh brothers got a big surprise for you, teach. Clint and I talked it over and he's ready to get his cherry busted." Kent turned in surprise to his little boyfriend. "You sure about that, big mouth?" Clint nodded, but his nervousness was impossible to miss. "I wanna try it... Can we?" "Of course we can. I bet you'll take to it just like these two hot boys," Kent said, mussing Ryder's hair. "Yay!" Clint shouted and hugged him. Kent glanced over at Brandon. "Think you can handle seeing me mount your little brother?" The middle-schooler's smile turned coy and he looked down. One foot tucked behind the other in a show of shyness Kent almost never saw from him. "Whatever you want, teach... You know I'm just your hungry little cockslut." Kent blinked in surprise, but his smile returned in the next instant. He hadn't expected Brandon to be ready to show this side of himself so quickly, but he was glad. It meant his normally brash student really did trust him. Ryder pulled Clint onto the bed and held the younger boy from behind. He whispered, "Remember, your brother likes this, it's not hurting him." "Yeah," whispered Clint, "I 'member." "Kent'll be gentler with you." "Turn around, come slut!" ordered Kent while forcing Brandon to present his ass. The 12-year-old ballplayer sighed with pleasure as the bigger dude manhandled him. The self- consciousness of being used in front of his middle brother was muted by the pleasure he got from being the dirty slut he knew he was. "Just try and dominate me, fucker," sneered Brandon. "Shut up, tramp. You're gonna pay for that with my wrist-thick cock up your fuckin' ass!" Kent retorted as he quickly lubed his dick. He put Brandon on the bed, kneeling, and got behind him. Clint was about to get one hell of a show. "Hnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!" groaned Brandon as he felt the flared knob push in without ceremony. "Take it, you dirty whore!" Inch by inch the shaft slid up the boy's tunnel. "Oh GOD, oh GOD," groaned Brandon. "That's right, come dump, I AM. Feel this!" Brandon got rock hard as teach fucked his ass without mercy. Kent groaned heavily as he pounded the kid. He loved their office fucks, of course, but they always had to be careful about the noise. Now he was free to plunder Brandon's body to see how many pleas he could drag out of the boy. "This is what you deserve, slut, isn't it." "Nnnn...." "Isn't it!" "Yes! Ahhh! Fuck, I love being your whore!" Kent gave Ryder and Clint a wink to let them know this was all just pretend. Clint was staring at him in shock, and even more so at his brother who was gibbering and whining from the fuck. Ryder licked his lips and started fiddling with his little boy rod, watching the rough sex with a gleam in his eye. "Ohhhh, yeah... Pound his ass! Make him squeal!" Clint felt Ryder's reassuring arm tighten around him. It was like the middle Welsh brother had wandered into a different world. Usually Brandon was the man of the house. Strong. Confident. Mature. But here he was looking completely helpless. And Kent sounded so angry and was calling him all kinds of bad names. To be fair, Clint had been warned. Seeing it with his own two eyes, however, was a different matter. The Brandon he thought he knew... he didn't really know him at all. Why did his brother enjoy being treated like... like he was bad? It didn't make Clint sad, though, even if he'd expected to be sad. Mainly because the younger brother saw the pleasure on his big brother's face. Clint thought about those optical illusions where you could see an old lady if you looked at the picture one way or a beautiful woman if you looked at it another way. That's how it was with Brandon. Clint was seeing him a different way. With Ryder jerking off next to him it was kind of exciting to watch. The big strong Brandon was... a little kid. Just like himself. Just like their youngest brother, Dixon. Clint noticed his own dick was stiff. He wasn't ready yet to jerk it like Ryder was doing to himself. But as shocked as he was at Brandon being called words like "slut" and "whore" and "dirty," Clint couldn't tear his eyes away! "You are such a sexy bitch," Kent moaned as he plunged in deep. "My sexy bitch..." "Oh god, yeah... F-Fuck..." Kent did admire his student for just how hard he could take his teacher's huge cock up inside him. Brandon was without a doubt the toughest boy Kent had sex with, which just made these moments even sexier. "See your boyfriend?" exclaimed Kent. "He's loving this side of you. Aren't you, Ryder? Short stack's really hot like this, huh?" Ryder was excited and even shocked at the sight of his cocky boyfriend being turned into a helpless wimp. He knew from experience that Brandon was probably embarrassed being seen as anything but a man's man. Still, Ryder was lost in this sizzling sex show. The youngster grinned and kept on jacking. "Gosh Almighty, yup! Give Brandon what for. Fill 'im with your gusher." "Oooooohhhhhh, I-I already had his g-gusher," rasped Brandon. "There'll be plenty all round," growled Kent. "C-C'mon," whimpered Brandon, "is that all y-you got? H-Harder!" Suppressing a grin, Ryder watched Kent grit his teeth, flaring up in fake temper. "Zip it, tramp. This is the only thing you're good for. Taking a cock up the ass. My dirty whore." The jock pounded Brandon with more force, his naked crotch slamming into the preteen's rear, his balls slapping against the small muscled legs. Ryder called out, "Ah, yeah, Kent. Do it! Take my boyfriend's ass!" "Y-Yeah," said Clint who didn't want to be left out. Kent grimaced. "This little slut hole's always hungry for man meat." "Mmmnnnnnnmmmm..." "Say it, jizz rag, say it." "M-My little slut hole's always hungry f-for m-man meat." "You ready, my dirty little whore? Ready for another load up your bitch ass?" "Fuck yeah! Please!" Brandon squealed. Kent grinned and rode the kid a little faster, pistoning back and forth with such force that Brandon had trouble staying in place. The boy's sweet grunts and panting moans were so sexy, it was impossible to avoid the climax Kent had building in his balls. "There you go, take it all," the man growled and shot his load deep into Brandon's body. With eyes wide as saucers, Clint watched his boyfriend stop pumping into his big brother's rear and make the growly sounds he usually made when kablooeying into Clint's mouth. And at the same time, Brandon kablooeyed watery spurt out his wiener. Then Ryder squeezed and also growled, but just like Clint nothing wet came out. All three older guys were breathing hard and smiling dopily. "Whooooaaaaaaaaa," Clint finally said. After taking a moment to gather his wits, Kent slid out of his student's wrecked hole. Brandon crawled over and collapsed in Ryder's arms. Kent settled down next to Clint. He pulled his tween boyfriend in for a long, lingering kiss to reassure him that the man hadn't really transformed into some scary, rapacious beast. From the way his lover boy melted in his arms, he figured all was well. "Every boy likes it a little different," Kent said. It wasn't lost on him how shocking it was just how many boys he'd been with to be able to make that statement. "We'll go slow at first to see how you like it," he promised. Clint smiled up at his boyfriend. "I... I'm glad it'll be you." "Kent's gonna devirginate his new boyfriend tonight," Ryder smiled as Brandon climbed on top of him and started kissing his neck. "Make Clint a man." "Take my cherry," Clint smiled back. "Oh, say that again," panted Kent. "Take my cherry," Clint whispered. Kent hugged his boyfriend close and devoured his lips. "I love you, sweet boy." "I love you more." "I love you more." "I love you more." What a difference a few months had made for Kent. Ryder had snuck into his bed and changed his whole world. The Big Brother could never have imagined where that night of forbidden pleasure would lead. Certainly, he wouldn't have believed he'd be taking the virginity of his 10- year-old boyfriend. While Brandon and Ryder made out passionately beside them, Kent laid his lover boy down on his stomach and retrieved the lube. Of course, every time he'd looked at Clint's cute little tush he'd imagined the feel of mounting the sweet boy, but he had been sure it would be months or years before that happened. "Just relax, baby," Kent murmured to the grade-schooler as he worked a finger into him. Both Brandon and his own boyfriend kissed and frotted their hard cocks together. "I'm your man again, kid," crowed Brandon. "You'll always be my man," reassured Ryder. "Nothing changes between us." "'Cept I get to watch my boyfriend really get his rocks off with my Big." Each stole a glance at Kent as he prepared to devirginate the middle Welsh brother. Normally, Brandon would be seized with the urge to rush in to protect the boy. But he knew Clint was in good hands; if anybody was gonna punch the twerp's V-card it would be teach. It was wild to think this jock who could have anybody would choose a lollipop-suckin', snotty- nosed dweeb like his brother. Brandon had to come to terms with the fact his younger sibling was... cute... maybe even hot. Fuck, the two brothers had even kissed on that Friday night when the truth bombs were just exploding all around them! Ryder whispered, "They make such a cute couple." "Yeah, they do," smiled Brandon. "So do we." "Make love to me while Kent makes love to your brother," begged Ryder. "I'm gonna love you so hard, kid," smirked Brandon as he reached for the lube. Kent whispered into Clint's ear, "If you're scared we don't have to." "I wanna," the boy said, his voice quavering a bit. "I don't want nobody but you." Kent kissed his neck and murmured, "Love you." He took more time than usual prepping, since Clint was the smallest yet to give up his cherry to Kent. But eventually, he decided it was time to try breaching the youngster. "Nice and easy," Kent promised one more time as he rolled Clint onto his back and placed a pillow beneath him. The boy gave him a look of complete trust. Even the nervousness had receded back behind Clint's affection and desire. Brandon reached over and took his brother's hand. Clint squeezed it for reassurance, glancing at the look of pleasure on Ryder's face while receiving his big brother's cock up his bum. It made the tyke look forward to Kent's giant licorice stick in his own hole. "Here we go," Kent said and slid the tip into the youngster's puckered entrance. "Mmmmm... Nnnnnnn..." Clint grimaced. He hadn't expected his rear would feel like... like... like chewing gum widening his cheeks when he blew a bubble inside his mouth. "You still good, lover boy?" Kent smiled. "Yuh-huh," grinned Clint. "Are you inside me yet?" "Just getting started, sweetie," Kent said with a gentle voice. Clint was amazed at how much softer Kent was. The other day Ryder had told the boy that Kent had to be aggressive on the mat to win all those wrestling trophies. Yet looking up at the hunk now, Clint couldn't believe it was the same guy trying to make the boy a man. Kent had thought Ryder was tight, but Clint was far tighter. It took some consistent pressure to move forward, but he had to be careful that he didn't go too far too fast. His little boyfriend trembled from the invasion and continued to impress with how brave he was being. It was so beautiful, this moment, and Kent was grateful he got to share it. When he was a third of the way in, Kent paused and looked into the youngster's eyes. "You okay, lover boy?" "Mmmmm... Uh-huh..." panted Clint. His face grimaced. "Wh-Where is it?" He reached down around his bum, gripping the gooey licorice stick and feeling along right down to the patch of cotton candy. The feathery touches of Clint's fingers made his adult boyfriend grunt and moan. Clint frowned. "Th-There's still lots m-more to go in." He was instantly calmed as Kent stroked his hair. "Sweet boy, don't be in such a hurry. It would make me happy for you to enjoy your first time." "B-But I w-wanna be a big boy." Clint calmed even more at the sight of Kent's reassuring smile. "Oh, you are. Enjoy the feeling of a man inside you. A man who loves you." "I-I will," Clint smiled back. The wonderful kisses of the hunky jock made Clint all dreamy-headed and he started getting used to the fullness in his bum. Kent was overwhelmed by the trust and sweetness of the boy beneath him. Clint was so young, but his heart was as big as anybody's and he'd chosen to give it to Kent. "You are my little man," Kent said and kissed Clint deeper and with longing. He wanted this moment to be one that Clint would treasure his whole life. Ryder was completely intoxicated by the romance on the other side of the bed, and he could tell Brandon, despite his tough exterior, was also tearing up a little. Their own hard fuck slowed as they kissed and threw glances at Kint. KINT. That was Ryder's name for Kent and Clint. It would be his secret power-couple name for the man and boy. The Little was thrilled to see his Big so happy. He no longer felt any guilt about his breakup with Kent. Instead, Ryder could see his ex falling for Clint. And what better man for Brandon's middle brother to lose his virginity to than to one who gave his passion and his manhood so fully to a boy. "I love you so much, Brandon," choked Ryder. "Kid, you're my everything." "Your brother's very lucky." "He sure fucking is," Brandon winked. The couple made out with abandon. Kent gave the two young lovers a smile and then returned his full attention to the sweet boy moaning beneath him. He'd gotten half his length into the preteen and that was going to be enough. Once Clint got used to being fucked, they could work on going all the way. The jock slid his dick backwards and moved in again with deliberate slowness. A breathy groan fell from his lips as the ecstasy rippled through him. "You feel so amazing, little stud." "Nnnnnhhhhhh, y-you d-do too," whimpered Clint. The tyke had been warned by Ryder the first few times could be ouchie, but that was normal and with practice it would feel better and better. Not to mention Kent was huger than other men, so that added to the challenge. But Clint knew he needed to relax and enjoy himself and that's exactly what he would do. And maybe he'd cum without even touching himself like Ryder and Brandon. "Y-You're the most hottest man," smiled Clint. He even giggled as Kent devoured his mouth. The youngster sucked on the tongue as his bum blew up then deflated like bubble gum over and over again. It was as if in that moment the couple was alone in their union. Kent lost himself in the exquisite bliss of kissing and loving his little boyfriend. Every nerve in his body sang with pleasure as he moved into the child's most intimate places. Every time he looked into Clint's eyes, he saw so much love and desire there that it made him smile with joy. How wonderful it was to have a boy like Clint to make love to. "Being inside you is so good," Kent breathed. "My brave little man, taking my dick up inside you..." Brandon was focused on his own boyfriend, his hips unconsciously grinding in rhythm to teach's, both he and Ryder holding back their climaxes to celebrate together with a group come. The big brother knew he might be saying goodbye to his lolly-sucking middle brother. Part of him was sad but another part was excited at how their new relationship would be. Suddenly, five little fingers grabbed at his hand again, and with affection he realized Clint was also needing to hold him. Brandon gripped the fingers firmly. This was it. Brandon could sense Kent was about to christen another Welsh ass with his hot Irish spunk. "Feels just like jumping off a diving board," Kent said in a husky voice, reminding Clint of what he'd said about how it felt to kiss. Only, of course, this was much more intense. "Gonna spurt up inside you, lover boy. You ready?" "Y-Yeah... Mmm..." Kent sped up, careful to not go any further than he already had. And it didn't take much more to get him to blow his load deep inside the squirming kid, grunting low in his throat as he did so. Clint loved seeing his boyfriend cum - so strong and weak and happy and angry! The boy had been squeezing his own wiener but hadn't cum yet himself. Because he wanted to know what it felt like to lose his virginity. THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! The spurts from Kent's cock were like drumbeats up his rear. And all at once two other growls filled the room and Clint knew his big brother and Ryder were also cumming. Quickly Clint tugged on his wiener and as the drumbeats slowed in his bum the youngster dry cummed! "Hhhhhhhhuuuunnnnnhhhhhhh!" Clint's bum was full and tingly and on fire all at once. Suddenly he was aware just how much of the thick cock was in him; he whimpered. It was like Kent knew exactly what was going through the boy's mind, and like the amazing man he was he eased out. "Bro!" shouted Brandon as he ruffled Clint's hair. "Bro!" grinned Ryder and he did the same. The 10-year-old boy smiled faintly at the couple then looked up at his dazed hunky boyfriend. "Y-You took my cherry." Kent kissed him sweetly on the lips. "You gave it up to me, lover boy, and it was amazing." He knew the youngster was sore and tired and he also knew Brandon and Ryder had a lot more pent-up energy to burn off. So he swept Clint up in his arms and headed off for a nice long cuddle on the couch where it would be just the two of them. As the boy curled into him, Kent felt a rush of incredible joy and contentment. He and Clint were going to be great together. ***** The sun was shining, the air was brisk but comfortable. Kent felt free, like he was playing hooky, even though he wasn't. It had been a half-day at school, so he was able to enjoy the rest of it doing what he wanted. And what he wanted was to be out on his favorite trail, riding bikes with his sweet little boyfriend. It almost didn't happen. Clint had called Kent at lunch, nearly in tears. The youngster's new bike had been stolen from the rack. But Kent had calmed his partner and said he would take care of it. Fortunately, there was a shop along the way, so Kent had stopped in and found a bike that was much better suited to the trails he liked. A nearby dollar store had provided a bow, balloon, and birthday card. Showing up at the elementary school with the belated gift had Clint over the moon. Kent explained that if the parents ever asked, Clint would just say he willingly traded bikes with another kid. Once again, Kent was there to help out his boys - in this case, his boyfriend. With most people trapped at work, the woods Kent favored were largely empty, which made the excursion all the more fun. He didn't push Clint too hard, just enough to give the grade-schooler a little challenge. "We're almost to my favorite spot," he called back to the kid. "This is so cooooooooooooooooooooooo-ahoooooooooooool," shouted Clint like a wolf as he pedaled his little legs faster to catch up to his boyfriend. He was so excited during the morning he'd almost made himself sick. It was only when Ryder told him to relax that he forced himself to concentrate on his lessons. But Clint was now a man! Well, no longer a boy at least. And all because of the most hottest dude ever who had devirginated him and was now spending his free time together. "Hey, lookit, I'm beating you," giggled Clint as he passed the jock. With eyes concealed behind his star-shaped sunglasses, he turned to see Kent get his pretend mean face before sailing right past him on the trail. "Oh yeah?!" giggled Clint and he pedaled like mad. Kent felt a little twinge, because this was usually a day where he would bring his Little out for some fun. But Ryder had plans with Brandon, so it wasn't like Kent was taking time away from him. And Clint seemed to need the extra attention anyway. They went down a hill and around a bend, the wind in their faces. Yeah, it was a really perfect day. Kent was grinning like a maniac he was so happy. When they paused, he made sure Clint took some water. "You big fooler," said Kent. "You made me think you didn't ride all the time like this. But you obviously do. I can barely keep up!" "Nuh-uh, I'm no fooler, swear, I never been up this way. Promise, cross my heart. I guess I just ride so much around our neighborhood that I can go uphill without breaking a sweat. Solid state!" Clint flexed like his big brother. "Hee, that's what Brandon and Ryder say all the time. But you know who's totally solid state? My new boyfriend who took my cherry." Clint giggled as Kent offered the bottle again. "Okay, okay, I'll have some water." Looking around and seeing there was no one for miles, the boy reached over, still straddling his bike, and hugged Kent. "I just had to do that, I made sure nobody saw. This is the coolest, huh, we got the whole place to ourself." Kent hugged the boy back, his strong arms holding the boy with the affection he could no longer hide. It had been such a whirlwind, starting with Ryder and leading to Clint, but Kent wouldn't change a single second of it. Everything was just as it was supposed to be, he was certain. Kent caught the tyke's eye, his face alight with joy. "You are the most special boy in the world, Clint. Being with you makes me so happy." "Really REALLY?" asked the youngster with the biggest grin on his face. "Really really REALLY," chuckled Kent. "Really really really REALLY?" giggled Clint. To his shock and delight, the boy received a passionate kiss on the lips. It gave him an instant boner in his cargo shorts, something he was more aware of now that he understood sex. He could see a much larger bar forming in the man's jeans. "Let's keep biking, it's not that far," said Kent with the most amazing coolness. "'Kay," replied Clint, but his head was still dazed from the unexpected smooch. Every time they were... romantic... it was usually hidden in the phys. ed. teacher's apartment. But out in the open, in nature - something about the kiss was even better. The fifth grader smiled because Kent biked slow enough that they were able to ride the rest of the way side by side. To his surprise, Kent was humming "Lips Made For Kisses." He couldn't help it. Every time he was around Clint - or even just thought of him - that cheesy pop song started blasting in his head. They made it to his spot, which had two features Kent loved. One, the area was off the path a ways, so no one was ever there, and it wasn't easy to see since it was sheltered by thick bushes. And two, he loved that it was high up overlooking the beach. It was the best place to watch sunsets. Especially with your lover. Kent pulled a blanket from his bag and laid it out and then provided some waters and granola bars. He settled down and pulled Clint into his lap. "Mmmmmmm, this is so cozyyyyyyy," sighed Clint as he pressed back against the man. "I really like being here with you." Clint played with Kent's fingers and smiled as the man's fingers played with his. All the youngster could hear were the distant lapping waves, the chirping of birds overhead, and the soft breaths of his boyfriend. Sometimes Clint was a motormouth because he had lots to get out and sometimes it was because he was nervous. But the closeness and touches of Kent relaxed him so that he was able to enjoy the quiet. Clint thought about the time he had tried to kiss a girl and felt nothing. But the firm, manly lips of Kent made the boy so excited and happy. For his part, Kent loved being all alone with his boyfriend. He had enjoyed the orgy the night before, but times like these were special. Being with a tyke who adored him and wanted to be with him made it easier for Kent to accept who he was. Yes, he had tried to deny it, to ignore it, but reality did not change. Kent loved boys, especially boys like Clint who gave of themselves so freely. With one last look to make sure they were alone, Kent turned Clint's face to him and gently, sweetly kissed his lover. The familiar taste of cherry candy hit his tongue and he moaned happily. Frenching. Clint knew this was frenching, and as Ryder had said, it meant you and your partner were serious. And Kent seemed to be serious about Clint. Taking time out for him, keeping secrets for him, sneaking around for him, doing stuff for him, telling personal stuff for him, shooting spurt for him. "Mmmmm, I love kissing you," cooed the boy. "You're, like, the most perfect boyfriend." Kent had been to this spot many times and he'd never once been bothered by intruders. Sometimes joggers would go by, but they never actually noticed him. So he felt no concerns at all about slipping Clint's shirt off and laying him down for more serious and sensual kisses. "I love that you're my boy. You make me so happy." The soft touches from Clint's slender fingers, the breathy gasps from the lad's full lips, it all made Kent feel like he was in some sort of paradise. Just him and the sweet thing who had given him his heart. Clint smiled and pulled off his sunglasses, no longer needing them because of the shade cast by his adult partner. The tween whispered hoarsely, "You make me happy too. Thank you for being my boyfriend." His lips were met by the man's and they made out. Their hands roamed all over one another's bodies and sometimes brushed over the tents in their crotches. It was naughty and comforting. Naughty because in school they taught you touches like this were bad. And comforting because after school Kent and the boys taught him how good the touches felt. Boners only meant a dude was enjoying getting naked and having sex. "Can I?" Clint asked with arms outstretched. Of course, Kent had to do most of the work, but they pretended it was all Clint who was removing the jock's shirt, shorts, and briefs. Sometimes Kent wondered if this all was just some incredible dream. Could he really have a boy like Clint? Was it even possible he'd gone from a repressed, unhappy, unfulfilled man to someone who felt at peace with himself in just a few months? Every kiss and touch with Clint told him it was real. Kent's heart thumped with joy knowing this really was his life now. "So, have you decided if you like boys or girls?" Kent teased as he kissed the tyke's chest. "Mm, welllllllllllll," Clint mused, "I'm thinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnking I don't like girls... or boys." The kid tried as hard as he could to contain his laughter. But when Kent suddenly stopped his smooches and looked up with surprise, Clint burst into a fit of giggles. With a silly, pouty face he said, "I like men." Everything about the world was good when the boy could make Kent smile. And it was even better when Kent got that GONNA GETCHA look on his face. Clint braced himself for a tickle attack. But it was useless to resist because Kent was so much stronger and faster. It wouldn't be over until the man decided it was over. "Eeeeeeeeeee hee hee hee heeeeeeeee, sorry sorry for tricking you, sorry, ee hee hee hee heeeeee s-t-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-p, sorry, I give, I give." Kent grinned in delight. "Oh, you'll give, all right!" He pinned the boy flat on his back, his knees on either side of Clint's narrow chest. Kent presented it to the tiny mouth. His preteen boyfriend giggled and opened wide, allowing Kent to push a few inches past his plump lips. "Show me how much you 'like men.'" "Mmmmmmmmmm," hummed Clint as he suckled on the jawbreaker and part of the licorice stick. Within seconds it was as if the spigot had been turned on and the sticky pineapple juice started flowing. Kent was like a tall maple tree and his cock the tap. And Clint was... sorta like Winnie the Pooh, if the silly ole bear had liked maple instead of honey. The kid's throat was actually dry and his boyfriend's man stuff was quenching his thirst. On top of that he had the pleasure of hearing deep, happy moans. Clint looked up with eyes that sparkled. A smile formed around the cock as he sucked steadily. Such a beautiful sight it was for Kent, the image of Clint beneath him with those lips stretched around the girth of his cock. The man moaned low in his throat from the pleasure, eyes rolling back. With the sun washing over them and the breeze rustling his hair, Kent was excited beyond belief. "Suck it for me, sweetie. Enjoy the treat I have for you." Clint's talented mouth and tongue drove him wild. The boy was so hungry for cock and he was learning just what tricks worked to make Kent pant and groan in need. Loosening his lips, Clint nodded in encouragement. He wanted to show how much better he had gotten at the blowjobs. And he was delighted as more licorice stick sank into his mouth. But Kent stopped after only a couple more inches. Still sucking, Clint nodded again and giggled as his boyfriend's eyes widened in surprise. The child could tell the man was being extra cautious while lowering his crotch and feeding the small mouth more licorice stick. Suddenly there was a tickle in Clint's throat which produced a mild gag. But he gripped onto the stick to prevent Kent from taking any out of his mouth. Smiling once more, Clint sucked in earnest on the pillar of hard meat. Kent smiled back - the boy never failed to impress. For such a willowy youngster, Clint sure was able to meet incredible challenges with regards to sex. It made Kent gasp out loud, feeling how much of his dick was buried in little Clint's throat. The noisy suckling sounds made it even hotter. The grade-schooler was going full out with pleasing his adult boyfriend. "Feels amazing, lover. You've gotten so good at that." Kent licked his lips and petted Clint's dark hair. He felt the tween shudder in pleasure as his massive erection was being serviced. Soon he would be feeding the kid his load. WHOOOOAAAAAAAAA, thought Clint, I CAN FEEL THE GUMBALLS ON MY NECK. Because Kent was straddling his chest and because more of the stick was in his mouth, the boy was treated to the warmth of the wad of Hubba Bubba - his word for the nustack - resting on his bare skin. His little fingers cupped and stroked the gumballs, which he had learned from his boyfriend were what made the delicious spurt that blasted out of the cock. Clint wondered if the man had shot yet today. He hoped not. It meant he'd get the gusher. The first come of the day. It was way too much to drink down. But that was part of the fun. Trying to swallow as much of the white creaminess as possible while a bunch of it squirted out of his cheeks and made a crazy mess. The trust in Clint's eyes - Kent thought it as erotic as the blush of arousal on his face. The man wanted to always be worthy of that trust. He wished for Clint to not regret a single moment of this. Clint grabbed at his boyfriend's naked hips and pressed as if to turn the jock's body. Instantly, Kent understood and lay down on his back. The entire time the boy kept the cock in his mouth and sucked even while removing all of his clothes. The naked boy knelt between the two massive legs, gripped the licorice stick with both hands, and savored the sweet pineapple juice flowing from the spurter. "You ready for it, baby?" "Mmhmmm!" Kent smiled and bucked gently, sliding his dick back and forth as the kid worked him into a frenzy of lust. His eyes locked with Clint's the moment he came, and as his jizz flowed over the boy's tongue he let out a small noise of absolute bliss. Clint was always riveted the moment before Kent was about to shoot. It was like when bike tires needed air. The rubber was slightly spongy, but when they were pumped up they got so solid. That's exactly what happened to his boyfriend's licorice stick. It was plump and spongy - but when it was ready to fire it was as solid as a pumped-up tire! KABLOOEY! Yup! It was the gusher! The boy gulped and gulped. But already spurt was pouring out like a glass of milk when it was heated up too long in the microwave. Clint tried to SLURP-GULP and he did manage to save some spurt from leaking. But he was convinced Kent would offer a smile at the end that said YOU'RE A MESSY EATER. Wow, was the jock's spurt ever yummy! Being out here in nature, with this secret spot all to themselves, made it even better. They didn't have to be super-quiet. Kent could growl like a tiger and Clint could noisily chug. Kent panted, his face filled with joy from the intense release. He reached down to ruffle the boy's soft hair as Clint licked up every drop he could get. After the sperm was mostly cleaned up, Kent settled down beside his young lover and cuddled him in close. "You are such a special boy. I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you." "Mmmmmmm... I never knew, like, when me and you had to sit at the table for Brandon and Ryder's date that you'd be my boyfriend. Well, I never even knew I liked boys. But I guess I'm the same as my big brother. Except, when they do sex, him and Ryder are the same size. It's fun for me, though, like, you being bigger. Are you okay with me being small?" Kent remembered going through these questions with Ryder and it made him smile. "Clint, I love that you're small. You're the perfect size for a boy your age. And I love the idea of making love to you as you get bigger and bigger." Kent stroked the boy's chest gently, content and relaxed in the afternoon sun. Clint continued, "Ryder said I'm the same age as him when he was first your Little. And that you liked him even then, but you didn't start being boyfriends until I think the summer he said. So he's, like, happy you get a chance to be with a boy at the age he was at. Hey, you know what's cool?" "What?" asked Kent while stroking Clint's hair. "It's like we're meant to be together. 'Cause, okay, the first letter of both our names starts with K. And the last letter of both our names ends with T. No, with NT. Right? And both have just, like... what's the word... what's the word - Brandon told me it - what's the word for when it's just one...?" "You mean syllable?" "Yeah! That's it! Both our names are one syllable. Kent. Clint. Cool, huh?" Kent kissed him. "Very cool," he said with a sunny smile. There was no denying Kent had lusted after Ryder for months, while trying to just be the best Big Brother he could be. And, sure, he'd had some "what if?" moments about their relationship, like what if the sex had started earlier, but he was utterly content with how it had turned out. More than content. "I think it's great you and Ryder are friends." "We're not friends. Nope. Brandon's gonna marry Ryder and so he tells me to call him my brother. 'Cause Ryder'll be myyyyyyyyy.... um... brother-in-law. But Brandon doesn't like that word so he goes, 'Ryder's your brother.' It's kinda neat I have three brothers now. Ryder's kinda nicer to me sometimes than my big brother. But Brandon says that's 'cause Ryder's trying to make a good impression." Clint rubbed his cheek against Kent's muscled chest. He really did love having an adult boyfriend. Especially a man who Brandon called "shredded." "But I think Ryder's just nice. Like the real nice. Were you sad when you guys... like... when Ryder was Brandon's boyfriend instead?" "I was, but I was happy too. Because I could see how happy Brandon and Ryder are together." Kent stroked his fingers through Clint's hair. No, whatever sadness he had felt had faded now. Seeing how happy his Little was, how good he and his boyfriend were together, it convinced Kent things were as they were supposed to be. "Ryder said he felt real bad, 'cause you were so good to him and he, like, felt he was hurting you. But now that he knows we can all have sex together he's all better about it. And he's 'specially happy me and you are boyfriends. He says if we get married you'll be a big brother to him and Brandon and he was, like, smiling tons when he said that." Clint puckered his lips and kissed his boyfriend for some time. Kent hadn't picked up on Ryder's sadness. He was under the impression his Little just felt a bit guilty, which he shouldn't have, but Kent hadn't thought the boy had been distraught over the situation. Maybe he would have to sit Ryder down for a talk... It seemed Kent was always planning to have a talk with his Little but somehow those talks rarely happened. "I hope you can teach me more. Ryder teached me how to suck your cock better, and he also said doing my bum will get better for me too, I just have to be patient, and that you're, like, the most awesomest lover." "I'm looking forward to teaching you everything, my sweet little lover. Because it's just fantastic being with you." "Mmmmmmmmm, I miss you already." Clint smiled. "You know what we should do?" Without waiting for an answer, Clint stretched out on the blanket and raised his legs. His smooth wiener was already hard. He giggled at Kent's saucer-sized eyes. "You sh-ou-ou-ou-ou-ould make me a man again," the youngster giggled. It wasn't like Kent was going to argue. He got the lube and started to slick the boy up, noting Clint was already not as tight as before. Much as he wanted to mount his sexy young lover, Kent didn't want to hurt him and they couldn't have him screeching at the top of his lungs while they were outside. "You are such a hot young stud. My dick can't get enough of you." Slowly Clint's bottom was dragged up to the jawbreaker. It pressed against the hole in the boy's rear. "You sure you're okay with this?" Kent asked. "Lookit my wiener," grinned Clint. "That should tell you." Kent shook his head. "You're a man now, remember? It's not a wiener anymore. It's a..." Clint snickered then gasped as the flared head breached him. "...diiiiiiiiick! Ohhh!" Kent quieted the boy with kisses, swallowing his whimpers and moans as he pushed in a few throbbing inches. The contact made the man dizzy, it was so intense. Clint's body was utterly exquisite. "NNNNnnnhhh... Ah... Ah... Ah..." Clint grimaced and tugged on his little cock. The man's lips pressed against his own lips again to soundproof his voice. The jawbreaker and licorice stick still hurt and Clint remembered everyone - Kent, Brandon, Ryder - reminding him it was normal. "Plus, you're a year younger than I was," Ryder had said during recess, "and two years younger than Brandon. So it's probably gonna be more work. But it started feeling good for us, and it'll feel good for you." What excited Clint was how much it pleased Kent. The man's eyes got even dreamier than when he was sucked. Being Kent's boy felt like an honor and a privilege - the kinds of words their dad said about the military. It was like Kent was the lieutenant and Clint was a new recruit. In time the tyke knew his bum would get used to being rammed by the licorice stick. Kent grunted deeply as he worked his cock inside. The way Clint was squirming drove him simply crazy. He wished it wasn't such a struggle for his lover to take his dick, but at the same time it was so hot how Clint begged to have all that meat stuffed into him. "My little man," Kent breathed when reaching the halfway mark. Though the wind caressed his back, Kent didn't even think anymore about the fact they were outdoors. His entire focus was on the brave boy below him, wriggling as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled. The 10-year-old bottom gazed up at his 23-year-old top. "I-I'm your l-lover boy, right?" muttered Clint. He saw Kent grin. "You're my lover boy." "A-And you're m-my Greek god," stammered Clint. He noticed a look of surprise cross his boyfriend's face. During lunch at the library, Clint had gone to check out nude statues in books and came across a treasure trove of muscled men carved out of marble that he learned were from ancient Greece. The boy knew instantly this is what Kent was. The perfect specimen of a man, as one of the books had said. Clint didn't understand what "specimen" meant, but it was clear that Kent really was a perfect man. Kent edged more of his cock into the hole. "Where did you learn-?" "You just are," smiled Clint. "Th-There." His groping fingers discovered about half the licorice still outside his bum. He grunted, "U-Um. It still k-kinda hurts. Is it ok if it's j-just that much, m- my Greek god?" "Of course it is, lover boy," Kent said, smiling with boundless affection down at the beautiful grade-schooler beneath him. "I'm sorry it hurts, baby. We don't have to do this." As good as it felt for Kent, and it was beyond his ability to describe how good it felt, he never wanted to do something his boys didn't want. In his head, that was how things balanced out. He made it as much about their pleasure, or more, than his. "N-No, please d-don't stop," begged Clint. "I w-wanna. Please." To his relief, Clint felt his boyfriend thrusting slowly into his tiny butt. "Ohhhh, uh, uh, rrrggghhhh..." Clint jerked his smooth nail with two fingers. His occasional wince was noticed by Kent, who would slow his thrusting. As long as the man didn't stop, the youngster was happy. "So good, lover boy," sighed Kent. "S-So good, m-my Greek god," stuttered Clint. The boy had overheard his brothers - Brandon and Ryder, of course - talk about cumming together. And that's what Clint wanted to do with Kent. So despite feeling the laser-pull in his wiener - his dick - the preteen would wait until his boyfriend was ready to shoot his spurt. Kent found a good rhythm and worked his hips back and forth in small, rapid thrusts. Clint was such a brave boy and Kent would be sure to shower him with love and appreciation for being so courageous in learning how to be fucked by such a large cock. But the man wouldn't demean the boy by treating Clint like a little kid when he was so determined to show how grown up he was. "I love being with you, lover boy," Kent said. "Like this, or when you're using your sexy mouth or even just when we're cuddled naked on the couch. It all makes me so happy." He saw the boy's face brighten at that and it made him content. Because it was true. Having Clint as his boyfriend made him tremendously happy. Clint bit his lip. He wasn't used to the words yet. But it was time to try them on for size: "F-Fuck me, Kent. Y-Yeah. Fuck m-my ass with your cock." The tween's face flushed. If his mom had heard those swears she'd be washing his mouth out with soap. Even a few weeks ago it would've earned him a swat upside the head from his big brother. But Clint was made into a man. His boyfriend was a teacher. And a thick adult rod was up his sex tunnel. "Ooohhhh, lover boy, say it again." "Fuck m-me, my Greek god. I-I wanna f-feel your cock fucking m-my ass." Damn, that was hot. Kent growled in pure lust and began riding his grade-school lover a bit faster. Clint made the most erotic noises as the big dick worked his hole over good and proper. Making love to his boyfriend was utterly perfect. "Getting close, sweet boy... Fuck, this feels so good. I love you, Clint..." The kid's body was soft and compliant beneath Kent as he pushed in over and over. Every thrust seemed to make his dick harder and his balls ache more for release. He needed to shoot, but he wanted to hold on a bit longer. "Nnnh, l-love you..." whimpered Clint, his breaths sharp and ragged. "Love you. Nnnnhhh - mmmnn - f-fuck my a-ass." The boy grit his teeth as Kent forgot himself for a moment and thrust harder. A feathery touch on the shaft with the boy's fingers and the man slowed the jabbing but still kept up the urgent pace. "L-Love you, K-Kent." Clint was proud of his ability to hold off his come even though his little joystick urged him to kablooey. Together - him and Kent would cum together. Brandon had once said being joined in a fuck made two into one. Clint wanted to be one with the man. Kent kept himself in check, though it was a challenge. This wasn't Brandon or even Ryder. He had to take it easy. So he kept himself on the leash, grunting low in his throat as they writhed together. "Yeah, lover boy... Unnn... Gotta spurt in you now... Ohhh..." Kent's eyes rolled back as he came, emptying his balls in the tyke's body. His chest heaved as the powerful climax slammed into him, overwhelming his senses. It was like every nerve had been zapped with electricity. The dam had burst in the lad's bum and the entire tunnel was flooded. Clint had let himself come down too much and he hurriedly tugged on his little cock. Happily on Kent's fourth jet, the boy kablooeyed too and his mouth had to be sealed with a kiss so he wouldn't cry out. A muted song of grunt-whimpers of man-boy were lost in the wind. After catching their breaths, Clint's mouth was released and the man's lips gently kissed him. "Love you..." "Love you..." Kent started to pull on his clothes, because with the haze of arousal leaving him, a need for prudence re-emerged. But Clint pulled him down for more kisses and how could he say no? Kent nuzzled and stroked and kissed his little lover boy, treasuring him for the wonderful kid he was. It was hard sometimes to even remember why anyone would disapprove. Just looking at them, everyone should see how much they loved each other. "My handsome little stud," Kent breathed, spent and happy. With their bodies cooling off, the couple could feel the crispness in the air. So Kent cleaned his boyfriend up, got them both dressed, and provided snacks and water. They jumped on their bikes and spent the next hour on the trail before returning to the car. Clint used his new present from Kent to show off his skilfulness at popping wheelies. And he took great delight at the praise heaped on him. Since there was still plenty of time left, they drove back to Kent's, excited at the prospect of having the place all to themselves. Clint begged Kent to start teaching him Greek wrestling - since his boyfriend was a Greek god. But as soon as they undressed, the youngster was just too distracted by their hard-ons and started giving the "winner" a blowjob before they even had a match. "Can I finish in our bed?" asked Clint. "Of course, sweet boy," smiled Kent and he carried his little lover to the room where he fed the small, hungry mouth another huge load. The two cuddled together under the blanket. Clint found an overlooked dollop of come under his chin and licked it clean. "Kent?" "Yeah, big mouth?" "Do you like sex with me even though I'm only 10?" "Of course I do. You're at a perfect age." "You knew Ryder for a whole year and you never did anything with him. How come?" Kent had to wonder if Clint was asking or if this was Ryder wondering and getting Clint to find out. Then again, Ryder didn't tend to be covert. "That's kind of complicated, lover boy," Kent said, cuddling his boyfriend close. "You know how a lot of people say adults shouldn't do sexy stuff with kids, right?" Clint nodded. "Those people are dumb!" Kent chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But anyway, before I met Ryder, I thought I really shouldn't do the sort of things you and I do with a boy as young as you." "Why?" "Because I was worried about hurting the boy I was with." "Why?" "Because not all boys are as ready for sex as you and your brother and Ryder. They could end up scared or unhappy or stuff like that." "Why?" Kent sighed patiently. "Because every boy is different. Anyway, when I met Ryder, I didn't know he was a special boy, like you and Brandon. I was happy to just be in his life as his Big. And I never would have done anything with him if he hadn't slunk into my bed one night." He smiled happily at the memory. "He can be a sneaky little devil." "I can be a sneaky little devil," smiled Clint. Realizing that sounded too much like a competitive child, he cooled his voice. "'Member when I blowed you under the blanket on the couch and you had to talk to Ryder like nothing was happening even though you were kablooeying your spurt all over my face?" "Yeah," chuckled Kent. "I remember how impressed I was that you were able to gulp down so much of my gusher without choking." "Hee yeah," giggled Clint. "Do you, like, think if we get married that... well... like even before... do you think I'll get to meet your mom and dad?" Kent visibly flinched. He knew how his folks would react if he brought home a boyfriend, even an adult-aged one. The fragile peace he had with them would shatter. "Baby, you know how some people really don't like gay people, right?" "Uh-huh, they say mean stuff." "Yeah... Some people do even worse. My folks... My folks are like those people. They would never accept me having a boyfriend or a husband." Kent was still trying to figure out how to make peace with that. In his heart of hearts, he knew one day he was going to have to cut them out of his life. He couldn't put their happiness above his own. But there was no getting around this visceral need for their love and acceptance. It was like being caught in a trap. One day, he was going to have to set himself free. The sadness in Kent's face was touching to Clint. Sometimes the boy talked too much and crossed a line. Yet somehow he knew - he just knew - what he'd done wasn't bad, even though Kent was about to change the subject. "It's ok," whispered Clint. His words made his boyfriend pause. The youngster tightened his arms around the man's chest. "My mom's still kinda having a hard time with gay things even though she pretends she's not. And my dad can never know 'cause he's the same as your parents. Plus, I wasn't listening in or anything, but I heard Brandon say to Ryder they needed to be more secret about being together even though they were gonna, like, tell everyone real slow. So, like, it's ok if I can't meet your mom and dad. I'd still wanna marry you, and we can have people come to our wedding - like Brandon and Ryder and maybe a couple more people who know us. Hee, Brandon said not to talk marriage to you 'cause it scares men off, but even if we don't get married I wanna still be with you and so does my brothers. Ooooooookaaaayyyy, glass of water, I know. Oh! Look, a bit of spurt." Clint darted to the man's crotch and slurped leaking creaminess from the still half-hard cock. Then he darted right back up to his spot next to his boyfriend and nuzzled against him. Kent felt a lump in his throat and he did his best to shove the wad of nasty, ugly feelings into the back of his mind. They had no place here in this bed with his lover. Whatever he ended up deciding to do about his folks would be a battle for another day. The man pulled Clint closer to him. "You have no idea how wonderful you are, do you, lover boy? But I'm going to make sure you realize it because you make me so happy." Kent swooped in for a long, lingering kiss, cherishing Clint in his arms with his whole heart.