Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2021 21:45:12 +0000
From: Art <acgib1943@protonmail.com>
Subject: Loving Bryant C-11

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Loving Bryant C-11

END of Chapter 10

	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."

Chapter 11

	The next morning Bryant and I were in the bath showering and
washing each other. Brandt and Phil had late morning classes so they were
sleeping late.

	"How about a quick one before we need to get ready," I asked
Bryant. He was on his knees so quickly I thought he might have hurt
himself. I leaned against the wall moaning. My hips thrust as I bounced in
and out of my lover's mouth and soon unloaded myself in his throat.

	Happy, I lowered myself on his seven inches and began to
suck. Bryant's hands held my head as he moved it on his cock and he
released his sweet sperms in my throat.

	I rinsed my mouth, turned off the water opened the door and before
I reached for the towel, two teen boys with hard cocks stood open mouthed
gaping at their teachers.

	"I forgot you two were here."

	"I forgot too," Bryant said.

	"Well you did tell us the bathroom was an open zone and no clothes
needed," Brandt said as he stroked himself.

	Sam added. "We know what happens in the bathroom stays in the
bathroom. You said so. We won't do anything with you but we can't stop and
warn you if you are doing stuff when we enter."

	"Guys," Sam looked at us. "We need to get ready for school but
after that exhibition, we need to get other stuff ready. Can you leave?"

	"Do your stuff. We need to shave and brush our hair. Do what you
have to. We will not stare."

	We finished getting ready just as the boys exited the shower. I
will admit they were noisy kids when they came. I also admit watching them
in the mirror. Young teens were skinny yet shapely and I have to admit
watching them was satisfying. They both stood nude at the sink, their cocks
still chubbed, as they brushed their teeth and combed their hair.

	"See you at breakfast," Jordan called. Naked, both boys walked out
of the bathroom heading to their basement bedroom.

	In class, I felt weird looking at Jordan sitting in his seat. He
looked like any other student but I knew what he looked like without
clothes and the way his body tensed and the he cried as he came. I did my
best to clear my mind and mostly succeeded. Class ended and as Jordan left
he half-waved as he said, "Later Mr. Croft."

	"Have a good day, Jordan."

	After school, the boys waited for us as we had a fifteen minute
teacher wait requirement. Once in the car, we talked about the day. Bryant
asked the boys about their day.

	"All good, Bryant except for my English class. The teacher is a
real hard-ass."

	"Hey," I snarked. "That's Mr. Hard-ass."

	We were still laughing as we arrived home and pulled the car into
the garage. Inside, I poured the boys a glass of milk and gave each boy a
bagel.

	"After your snack, you can play Xbox or watch TV. Study time after
dinner then we all watch TV and to bed.

	"Can we take our clothes off in the house," asked Sam?

	"No. You must wear at least boxers. That is for all of us," I told
him.

	"What about when we are relaxing and watching TV after we study?"

	"Maybe, Sam. I need to talk that over with the others."

	"You said we were all men. We can see each other."

	"Sam. I said we would think about it."

	After the boys left Bryant said, "After this morning, seeing us all
naked is no biggie."

	"Yeah, I guess."

	I checked with Brandt and Phil before dinner. Both shrugged and
told me they preferred nudity. "It's not like we want to do more than hang
out and be free. Plus, it will show the boys we accept them as equals, in
some things."

	I let Sam and Jordan know at dinner when we were relaxing after
study-time and watching TV, clothes were not required. I did tell them they
were not to do more than sit and watch TV. Both told us thanks. I added
that they had to leave a set of shorts and a shirt near the door in case
they needed to dress if someone came to the house.

	Both boys did their schoolwork without complaint. They joined us in
our bedroom sharing our desks. I felt comfortable being able to guide two
teens in their education.

	As we studied, I felt the heat of Jordan's shirtless body next to
mine. His body was toned. I hoped he continued taking care of himself,
physically. I leaned over to smell his cologne mixed with his sweat.

	"This kid smells good," I said.

	"You do not smell too bad yourself Jordie, Jordan smiled.

	We continued studying until all were done. After cleaning and
getting the packs ready for tomorrow, the six of us gathered in the living
room. Bryant and I snuggled on one couch. Phil and Brandt snuggled on the
other. Jordan and Sam walked in, looked around, then asked if they could
join Bryant and me.

	The four of us were not squished, however Jordan's thigh rested on
mine. My hand could either rest on his thigh or on his shoulder. I chose
his shoulder. He lay his hand on my mid-thigh. Part way through the show,
both of us were hard. It must have been catching as Bryant hardened as did
Sam.

	I took glances at his cock, six inches, thin and cut. Sam's looked
like his brother's. I thought I had it reasonably well under control, until
Bryant rested his hand on my hardness. He lazily ran his thumb over my
slit. I began to feel pressure and I saw liquid appear at the tip. Bryant
continued his movements and I began to lightly move my hips to capture the
pressure of his thumb.

	I knew this attracted Jordan's attention. He began to stroke his
brother who quickly returned the pleasure with his own hand on Jordan's
cock. I grabbed Bryant and stroked him.

	Phil and Brandt saw the activity and soon were jacking each
other. I heard Jordan moan and felt his thigh stroking mine as he thrust
into Sam's hand.

	Soon I was kissing Bryant and moving out of my control zone. We
were now moaning into each other's mouths. I could hear Jordan and Sam in
similar passion followed by Brandt and Phil.

	I felt hot fluids strike my belly. Jordan was twisted so his sperm
angled at me. Sam had risen up to have a free access to my stomach. I shot
just as Bryant released.

	In the afterglow, I thought, "So much for not doing it with
teenaged students."

	Days passed as we struggled to maintain a normal home and school
life after that evening when all six of us had enjoyed each other while
watching TV.

	Full nudity wherever in the house at all times was now
permitted. However, I made it clear that there could never again be any
fooling around in any way with Sam and Jordan. The boys came to understand
my point of view and restricted their passion to their bed.

	They were a noisy duo and many times the sounds of their passion
could be heard upstairs.

	Their moms were happy they were living with us full-time. Their
attitude was not reasonable as far as I was concerned. My friends agreed
with me.

	About a month after Sam and Jordan had come to live with us, all
four moms met and asked us to become permanent guardians for their boys,
legally. What could we say?

	The papers were signed and okayed by a judge. The boys were now our
responsibility, in all ways.

	For days after the signing, the boys cried and barely ate. They
even sought out one of us to cuddle on our lap. That no one was clothed
during these sessions did not matter. These times were about comforting
crying teens who felt abandoned.

	The next step was their anger, anger at being discarded so
callously by women who they thought loved them. Our job was now to help
them work through their anger. One way we suggested was for each to write a
journal each day recording their feelings. We established a time for the
family to gather to listen to each read what they had written that day. No
comments or judgements were permitted. Each boy read and that was all.

	Eventually, we decided this activity was so liberating that the
adults needed to do their own journaling and read their entry at the
meetings. This became a way for the six of us to become close in ways we
never could have foretold.

	Our family became emotionally connected despite our age
difference. Rather than being parent figures to Sam and Jordan, the four of
us became more like loving older brothers.

	Then there was the issue of nudity. We were all used to never
wearing clothes and seeing each other in every state of arousal o non
arousal.

	Jordan's birthday was rapidly approaching. He would be sixteen. I
could see his impish spirit chewing on something. I thought back to an
earlier conversation when the two first came to live with us. Phil had been
telling the boys how Jordie and I had imposed limits on him and Brandt,
refusing to do sex stuff until they were sixteen.

	I recalled how Sam had connived and his face was screwed in an
impish grin that I found adorable. "Jordan will be sixteen in a month. What
if we transferred to another school?" he had asked me that question a few
days before Jordan's sixteenth birthday.

	I knew myself and the others were so ready to love these boys in
every way. Maybe Sam's suggestion of long ago should be revisited.

	At dinner, that evening I approached the subject of the boy's
transferring to the charter school, which was closer to the house. They
could walk.

	Bryant looked at me. I could see his eyes having that same impish
gleam I saw in Sam's eyes. "If they go to the charter school, they can't be
in our classes next semester."

	Both of our boys hooted. "We will suffer that for the greater
good." That was Sam matching Bryant's impish tone."

	Too much happened, too fast in the next few months. Jordan turned
sixteen, but sex with us was still forbidden as they went to Bryant's and
my school.

	Their moms came over to let the boys know they were moving and
would keep in touch. I kept my words inside as these four hugged their
former sons as they shed crocodile tears. Our boys tears were not fake like
the moms. They were real and from the heart so the four of us gave them
extra cuddle time with many head strokes and kisses.

	Thanksgiving and the next two holidays rolled past and soon time to
enroll our boys in their new school arrived.

	The four of us took personal business days and walked Sam and
Jordan to the school to enroll them. On the way we saw a For Sale sign on a
house a block from the school. One thing I noticed was the garage had a
hoop attached.

	The enrollment was flawless. The boys received their schedules. We
toured the building with the principal and the boys found their
lockers. The first day of class was next Monday.

	Both boys were excited and Sam commented, "This school has way
fewer kids than our old one."

	On the way home we stopped to look at the house. A lady must have
seen us from inside and came out to the porch.

	"Come here. Are you looking for a house?"

	"We live down the street but need a larger house," I told her.

	"Would you like to see the inside?"

	We agreed we would and followed her inside.

	"From the outside this house looks normal," she told us. "Inside an
eccentric designed it. After he died the estate was probated. No one in the
family wanted it so I was the "lucky" relative who inherited it. I want to
move, but selling it is difficult."

	I saw what she meant. We entered into a living room that had a door
on one side and an archway leading into a kitchen dining area combined
hooking to the right into what I described as a family room filled with
bedroom furniture.

	"This is Johnny's space. He is out playing with his friends. He is
in third grade."

	She led us through a door into a very large bath with room for two
toilets and a counter with two sinks. The shower was large enough for
four. We passed through a door into a large closet when through the closet
into a bedroom large enough for two king-sized beds.

	We thanked the lady for the showing and went home to gather in the
living room to discuss what we had seen. Lots of discussion and we all
agreed that though the floor plan was weird, it would work for us.

	Jordan brought up that the basement was large and he and Sam would
have plenty of room.

	"Nope," I said. If we do buy this house, the bedroom is large
enough for all of us. That family room will be our study."

	I called the realtor and arranged for a formal showing. After, the
six of us sat in her office and listed our house and completed a purchase
agreement contingent on the sale of our house.

	Back home we made an exception and let the boys join us kissing,
hugging, and masturbating to completion. Then at Bryant's suggestion, we
made a further exception and let the boys sleep with us nude. I knew if we
got that house, more than this would be done.

	One month into the semester, everyone gathered in the Title
company's office for the signing that would make us homeowners. Our home
had sold. The bank approved our mortgage in our four names. We did add the
boys to the deed so six of us owned the house.

	After handshakes and "Thank-you's" we exited as owners of a larger
house.

	Moving would take place as soon as the lady and her son left. She
assured us they would be out within a week. We made plans to move the
weekend after next.

	The boys kept after us to keep our promise and begin full sexual
activities. We told them to wait until we were in our new home. I promised
them a mind-blowing experience, the likes of which they could only dream
about.

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