Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2021 21:09:57 +0000 From: Art Subject: Loving Bryant C-10 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Loving Bryant C-10 C-9 Ending: Finally, we stood on the front porch of our very own house. "Our own new house, new home, first year of school, and we can form our family, just us four." I said. Before we entered the four of us hugged and kissed. With the door opened we entered to begin the next phase of our lives ***** What started out as a huge bedroom became smaller with a king-sized bed, four desks side-by-side, desk chairs, four dressers, and miscellaneous items. The walk in closet was more than big enough for all of our clothes. The shower was large enough for the four of us. We needed to add another toilet and three more sinks in the huge bathroom. Once the bed was made, we stripped and began to make out. Bryant moaned as I kissed him deeply, rubbing my naked body on his. My side vision caught Brandt at the moment he entered Phil. They were clutched tightly in each other's embrace. Soon Bryant was moaning and begging. "Now. I need your love now, Jordie. Put your love deep in me." I entered Bryant with a groan after hearing his pleas. My love for Bryant overfilled me at that moment. As I was pumping into him, I could hear the noises of our two boyfriends and their passionate cries spurred me on to greater urgency. I felt my seed shudder deep inside Bryant. I clasped him close to me locking my lips on his tongue like we had been apart for ages. As we kissed, I heard Phil moan to let the world know he was releasing while Brandt released inside him. We disengaged and cuddled with each other, trading bodies so we all had a chance to lick one another or kiss or suck. None of us were hesitant about the affection which had grown between all four of us. After we showered, we lounged in the living room. We had two power couches and Phil cuddled Bryant kissing him and saying love words to him. I had my arms around Brandt and he was trying to stick his tongue past my tonsils. We all were totally naked and hard again enjoying our love. In our home, we planned to be naked like that though we kept shorts and shirts by the front door in case someone came over. The doorbell rang. We looked at each other. "I yelled, "Just a moment," as we all raced to get dressed. Presentable, I opened the door. Two couples stood in the opening both holding casserole dishes. "Sorry to interrupt. We want to welcome you to the neighborhood." "I am Marty and this is my wife Susan. This other couple is Joan and her wife Claire. We live next door with our sons." "Come in." I stood aside to let these neighbors enter. The women entered followed by two teen boys. "Mr. Malone, Mr. Croft," one of the boys I knew from my English class called excitedly. One of the women, I assumed she was these boy's mother turned with a scowl to look at the younger boy, "Jordan. How do you know our new neighbors?" "Mr. Malone is my Ninth grade English teacher. Hi ya, Mr. Malone." "Hello Jordan." "This is my brother, Sam. "Hi Sam," Bryant said. "Sam is in my Tenth grade American History class." He directed this remark to everyone in the room. The introductions complete and extra chairs moved from the dining area, we sat and got to know one another. We learned Marty and Susan were IT tekkies working from home. Joan and Claire were hedge fund managers also working from the house.. Their boys were the result of sperm donors. The boys were looking at the four of us rather closely. Their moms were looking at their sons. We talked until Marty and Susan excused themselves leaving the Marston's in the living room Joan coughed. "Jordie, do the four of you go to the Naturist club?" I looked at my three boyfriends before answering. "We do." "OMG mom. I told you I thought I'd seen Mr. Croft and Mr. Malone someplace besides class. Sam said. Jordan nodded. "Yeah we have seen all four of them, at the beach, that was a long time ago." He did not add that they had watched the four of us making naked love in the valley with them watching. Nor, did they add that we had answered questions they had and more, saw them rub sperm from their cocks after they came while watching us. They had viewed our passion often. We had watched them loving each other and given them pointers. All this took place before we became teachers. This could be trouble. Claire looked at her sons. "Well having a relationship with your teachers outside the classroom can't hurt. I wish the two of you were better behaved." Then turning to us, she said, "You have our permission to swat their butts if they misbehave. Ever since they became teens they are out of control." "Moms," Sam said. "We are not bad. We do not misbehave in school. Mr. Croft and Mr. Malone are cool. Jordie and I like them as teachers. Besides, now that they live here, we can get help with our homework or catch up on missed assignments if we are absent." We talked some more then Claire and Joan stood and excused themselves. Just before they left the boys asked if they could hug us. We permitted it as to refuse would seem awkward. I placed my back to the door. "What do we do now?" "Jordie," Bryant asked. "That comment about getting help. I hope they meant only help with school work." "We need them to come over after school. We need to have a talk with them." The next day as the class was emptying I told Jordan to stop at the house. Bryant told Sam the same after his class. We needed to talk. The knock on the front door told us they had arrived. I opened the door and stepped back. Sam closed the door and locked it. Both boys began to strip as soon as the door was locked. "Boys. Stop," I told them. I repeated myself a few times. By the time their heads told their bodies that we wanted them not to undress, Sam was naked and Jordan was getting ready to lower his boxers which I noted were fully tented. "Guys, put your clothes back on," I told them. "Don't you want us. We thought you were having us over for sex." I ran my hand through my hair. "Oh man. You both are cute and your young bodies are nicely developed. But guys, we are your teachers and how old are you? Fourteen or Fifteen. Can't happen." "But we watched each other naked and having sex at the beach. You gave us tips on how to have each other." "This isn't the beach," Bryant told them. "Mr. Malone, Mr. Croft. You do not understand. Our moms are in the house all the time. That is where they work. If we close our bedroom door, they are right on it and checking us. They open our door and they never knock. We have no place to do it with each other. Besides our moms gave up on us once we hit puberty. Preteens were like dress up dolls to them. Now they see us as men and they hate men. When you asked us over, we thought you wanted to do it like at the beach." "Can't guys. Not appropriate and super illegal." "Oh, man," Jordan said with a whimper. Bryant looked at the two disheartened boys. "Phil and Brandt will be home from college soon. Go tell your moms that you want homework help. Bring your texts and you can study at the kitchen table. We can work on tomorrow's lesson plans in there with you. We worked with the boys. They did their homework and we worked on the next day's lesson plans. We were deep into our work when Phil and Brandt entered. Sam and Jordan stopped to say "hi" to our partners. "Can we at least hug them" The question was directed at Bryant who assented. Both boys gave hugs and their heads nuzzled Phil and Brandt's necks. They looked as if they were puppies starved for affection. I wondered. "Do you think your moms would let you stay for dinner," I asked? "They won't care. They will be glad to have us gone." This response had me wondering if this answer amplified what Jordan had told me earlier. I told him to call and ask permission. He handed me the phone. "This is Jordie." I listened as Claire talked. I could hardly believe what I heard from her. I disconnected and turned to the boys. "Your mom said okay for dinner. She asked if we would mind if you stayed here tonight?" Jordan looked so lonely after he heard what I said. Sam said, "The moms only want us gone so they can have a foursome. We know they do sex stuff when they think we are sleeping. They no longer want us now that we are not cute kids." I tried to encourage the boys. "We have a bed in the basement you both can use. How about pizza for dinner?" "Super-duper," Sam shouted. "Jordan, let's get our stuff and come back." While the boys were gone, Phil asked what that was about. I filled him and Brandt in on what had happened and the mom's attitude. They both looked like the story was unbelievable. Fifteen minutes later, the boys returned. Marty accompanied them. She shoved the boys inside and followed. "I hope I am not overstepping. Could the boys stay here for the week. The four of us have a big project to complete and having them away would make this easier. I will give you money for them." I took the money. "They are welcome to stay as long as necessary." "Thanks. We may need them to stay longer. I'll let you know." With that she left without giving the boys any show of affection. Jordan had tears in his eyes as he turned to Sam. "They just want us gone so they can have their lesbo fun and stay naked. We are a hinderance." Sam cried as if he were lost. His brother hugged him. I stepped in and hugged both boys. Brandt and my buddies joined in. I wondered how we had become host fathers to two lost boys. Bryant disentangled our group hug by telling the boys to follow me to the basement and get organized. He added that in the house, they were to use our first names. Mister was reserved for school. In the basement I showed the boys their bed and dresser. "Study desks and bath are upstairs. We all share. Guys, you are so wanted here. All four of us are ready to care for you and your needs." Through his tears, Jordan asked, "Can Sam and I, that is can we..." He held Sam's hand. I looked at them both knowing what Jordan was trying to ask. "You can make love to each other however often you desire. I ask that you only do it down here. For privacy, close the basement door. Whenever it is closed, any of us will knock and not open it until told to open it. We ask the same of you when our doors are closed." "You won't tell our moms," sniffled Sam. "Never. What you two do in this house is private. You won't tell on us, will you?' Finally I had coaxed a smile out of these two teens. "Pizza is here," Phil called. Pizza was delicious. Sam and Jordan ate like they had never eaten pizza. After we finished, Bryant said that it was time for a family conference. "We will be six men, yes the two of you are men, young men, but men who share this house. We treat each other with respect and kindness. We all have chores and these will be posted later. I will have the bathroom remodeled adding another toilet and two more sinks. The shower is large enough for four. You cannot expect privacy. What you see in the bathroom stays in the bathroom." Everyone laughed. "In the house, I guess we will have to wear boxer briefs at a minimum. Nudity in the bathroom is okay." Jordan blushed. We are boys, We get hard. What if that happens in the bathroom?" I looked at this red-faced teen. "Jordan, as men we all pop a boner at the most inopportune times. We live with it and do not make a big deal of it. All of us have seen each other at the beach. Just know that that what we did at the beach cannot be repeated here or ever again at the beach" "Phil said, "Jordie and Bryant would not permit us to have sex of any kind with them that until we became sixteen. And just in case the two of you think that when you turn sixteen we will begin sexual activities with you, we can't. They are teachers and are legally forbidden and we are their boyfriends." Jordan spoke up. "I get it and thanks. You four are more understanding than our moms. Thank you for being open and honest with us. Then he smiled a smile that looked like he had just released his inner imp. "Maybe, once in a while, when we are all done studying and watching TV we can be naked. Just think about it." Comments and suggestions at: acgib1943@protonmail.com Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org