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Subject: Kent and the Brotherhood - Ch 9 Kent and the Brotherhood - Chapter 9 by Underjug mentor, Big Brother and teacher. He loved being able to show Ryder his best moves now that he could see the boy not only was serious about the sport but also had clear, raw talent. For Ryder it was as if he'd opened the door to a new world, a secret club within a secret club, where his dedication was rewarded with insights and leveling up. Several times Ryder had actually forgotten the two of them had no clothes on. THIS MUST'VE BEEN WHAT IT WAS LIKE BACK IN ANCIENT GREECE, he thought. Being naked and physical was a fact of life. Still, some moves and pins were simply hot. And both of them were chubbing. But Ryder never let himself get distracted. It was tiring for the Little; nevertheless, he managed to keep pace with his Big. Eventually they were 3-3. Now the grade-schooler had major wood, because all he could think about was earning that winning bj. He could see Kent was getting his game face on. The same one the jock had when he fucked Brandon. But Ryder was a sponge. He mimicked that expression... and he meant it. The final match, Ryder was determined not to be pinned. He proved he'd absorbed those advanced moves of Kent's. While pinning the man, Ryder called out, "ONE one-thousand, TWO one-thousand." He jumped up with arms raised and made cheering crowd sounds. "The winner and champion - Ryder Strauss!" Seeing Ryder happy made Kent feel like he himself was the real champ. He just loved that big bright smile, the spark in his Little's eyes. Long before they'd started having sex, it had been that look of joy on the youngster's face that had filled the man's daily thoughts. "That's right, folks, the reigning champ has been defeated! The young challenger has taken the title." "How 'bout that bj you owe me?" "You're right. I owe you..." With a laugh, Kent picked Ryder up and set him on the arm of the couch. He got down on one knee and took the boy's stiff pecker between his lips and started sucking. It was hard to think he'd lost when he got to do this. Kent felt like the luckiest guy alive. Hearing Ryder gasp in pleasure was beautiful. After all their time together, the Big knew just what made his Little feel good and wanted him to have the best come possible. "Ohhhhhhhhh, Kennnnnnt," purred Ryder. "You know my dick like the back of your hand." The boy absently played with the man's hair. It was true that Brandon had learned how to service better than when he'd first started giving blowjobs. But Kent was a natural who needed no instruction. Ryder could just relax and enjoy himself. The Little amused himself with the difference in sound between boy and man cocksucking. With a kid mouth on an adult boner, there was always noisy slurping and slobbering. But with an adult mouth on a kid boner, the sucking was more quieter and controlled. "Yeeeaaahhhhh, like th-that. Oh yeah, oh yeah, j-just like thaaaaaaaaat." Kent played Ryder like a finely tuned instrument. Teasing and touching and licking and sucking in all the ways his Little liked. Making him moan and whimper gorgeously. He loved how responsive the grade-schooler was. "My lover boy," Kent murmured. "So beautiful, so sexy." It was sheer perfection being with Ryder again, just the two of them naked. Happily, he kept playing with the youngster to see how hard he could make the boy cum. "Nnnnnnnhhhh, K-Kent, I w-wanna hold back, but this is just too a-awesome! Aaaauuuuggghhhh!" The boy grabbed hold of the jock's head and pressed his groin hard into the sucking mouth. "Nnh! Nnh! Nnh!" Ryder collapsed from the intensity, his spirit almost floating away. "Ohhhhhhhhh, Big. You know exactly what to do to make me, like, forget my troubles and just enjoy... well, just enjoy." A goofy smile crept into his face. "Hooooooooooooo..." Kent grinned. "And now I'll be taking you to the bedroom..." He scooped up his Little and carried him effortlessly down the hall. The bed was now filled with so many memories, but Kent would never forget that first night with his special boy. The magical night that had started everything. Kent tossed Ryder onto the sheets and kissed him fiercely, showing the tween just how much and how deeply he cared for him. His heart might belong to Clint, but Ryder would always be his first and most treasured lover boy. Ryder got lost in his makeout session with Kent. There were a few pangs of guilt that Brandon and Clint couldn't join them. But in some weird way, fate had given Big and Little a chance to reconnect. "You'll always be my Big Brother, you know that, right?" said Ryder. "I always want to be your Little Brother." "You'll always be my doofus. And I'll always look out for you any way I can like a good big bro should." Kent cuddled Ryder to him and smiled in contentment. He felt the boy's heart thump-thump- thumping in his chest. "We should plan to have more one-on-one time in the future," he told the youngster with a kiss. It wasn't like he never got to see Ryder alone. They still had their Big and Little get togethers, but those always ended up being trips out. Or if they were evenings in, their boyfriends usually tagged along. It would be good to have some intimate time, just the two of them. "Wild, I was thinking the exact same thing," smiled Ryder. "Like, having more times with just me and you! We totally share the same brain!" "Today has made me realize just how much I've missed you, doofus." "Wait, I thought you were in looooooooooooove," the preteen giggled teasingly as he pushed Kent's face away. All at once, he drew the face back to him. "'Kay, serious. Please tell me you're in looooooooooooooooove. 'Cause I think you are. I seen how you look at Clint." Kent mussed his Little's hair. "Yeah, I think so. He's a real sweetie and so cute. And, as a bonus, he does what he's told." Ryder stuck out his tongue. "You're lucky I don't or we wouldn't of ever started having naked fun!" Kent chuckled. "Yeah, you're right." He cocked his head to the side. "You seem to be pretty happy with Brandon. Everything okay there?" Ryder stared at his Big with a suppressed smile. "What?" Kent asked innocently. "Just..." Ryder so wanted to say how happy it made him to see Kent in a relationship - no, not happy - THRILLED - no, super thrilled - no, super mega giganta thrilled! Kent deserved to be with a boy who loved him. And Ryder knew for Kent that "Yeah, I think I'm in love" was the same as "I sure am in love!" Gosh Almighty, did Ryder ever want to shout that he already had the power- couple name "Kint" for the two boyfriends. But somehow Ryder knew it would ruin things by getting too excited or forcing Kent to talk about it. So instead the Little said, "Just... thinking we should only think about us right now. And wondering how many loads you got in you, 'cause my ass sure could use a good fucking." "I don't know... You think you can convince me it's worth the effort? Maybe suck a load out of my dick first?" It was funny that, for all the forbidden sex they'd had, their bond had only gotten stronger. Kent was still very much the mentor and Ryder very much his Little. They had all kinds of fun together outside of the bedroom. But the sex was awfully nice too. "'Kay, but you gotta bring gigantor over here. I'm tired after whuppin' your butt on the mat," Ryder smirked as he lay flat with his head propped up on the pillow. It never failed to impress the kid when the jock rose up above him. The two tree trunk legs planted themselves on each side of his chest. And the cock demanded his attention. Ryder parted his lips and deep throated the rod. He could tell from the amount of precome alone that Kent had at least a couple thick loads left. The first was destined for the boy's stomach. But the other would be shooting up his ass. Ryder smiled around the cock. It was true that their hearts had been stolen by the two Welsh brothers. But the Little would make certain he'd carve out more time to be with his Big. ***** Kent watched his second-period class jog around the track, satisfied that everyone was doing their best. He didn't expect them to be ready for the Olympics, but he did expect them to try. He'd gotten Oliver to suit up and sweat his way through the run, in spite of the overweight boy's whimpering objections. He had an agreement with Santiago about not mentioning the forged note excusing him from gym class if the kid at least tried to exercise. Even the skinny geek Freddie was giving what he could. The teacher knew it was harder for some kids than others, but he firmly believed in exercise. A body needed it. Especially if it was crammed in a desk all day long. "That's good, boys. Deep breaths! One more lap!" Kent was in a good head space. The previous evening with Ryder had gone a long way to lightening his mood. They'd had a great time, both during the fucking and the cuddling afterward. His phone beeped. Kent sighed. He didn't even want to keep the thing on him during class, but there were possible emergencies so he always had it with him. The man frowned in surprise at the text message. Rather than sending notes, the staff simply texted each other when needed. But no one had ever needed to send anything to Kent before. It was from Marcy the librarian, of all people. The last time any librarian had contacted him it had been about an overdue book. I'M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU. I NEED YOUR HELP WITH A STUDENT. CAN YOU COME TO THE LIBRARY ASAP? Kent couldn't fathom what it was about, but he texted back that he would. Then he called his boys in for a cooldown and sent them to the showers while he headed for the school library. Marcy was a small, unimposing woman that Kent honestly couldn't remember ever speaking to. He approached her desk and offered his best friendly smile. She looked up from the checkout desk, her face tense. "Oh, thank you for coming so fast. I didn't know who else to call." "It's fine but... What's going on?" The middle-aged woman frowned deeply. "It's about a student - Russell Young. I caught him in here looking at something on his phone that... Well, it was very inappropriate." "All right... So send him to the principal?" She shook her head. "He's off today. And Vice-Principal Jenkins is a pious and good Christian woman and I do not want to subject her to this... filth." She passed a phone to him like it was radioactive or something. Kent took it and glanced at the image on the screen. "Oh... Oh, I see..." At first Kent had thought it was actual child porn, but after a moment, he realized it was a digital image. "I thought you have such a way with the boys... Maybe you could talk to Russell... Help him understand how God will punish him for looking at that sort of thing." "Where is Russell now?" "He's in my office." Kent nodded. "I'll take care of it." The teacher turned and headed toward the small office off to the side. A slender blond boy awaited him, one of only a handful of Mormons in the school. He was also in Kent's 5th period class. But the student hadn't spoken much. So this was going to be a challenge. Russell Young was seated in a chair, eyes vacant, all energy drained from his body. Over the last excruciating quarter hour, the almost 12-year-old had begged God to make his mistake disappear and allow him to return to his regular life. But upon seeing his P.E. teacher walk in, Russell understood he was about to face the punishment he so richly deserved. "Hi, Russell," said Mr. MacTiernan as he sat in a chair opposite him. "I-I'm sorry," rasped the meek boy. His small hands tightened in prayer. PLEASE GOD, PLEASE MAKE THIS ALL GO AWAY. bursa escort (http://harborc.com/) I'LL BE A GOOD BOY. I PROMISE. I'LL DEVOTE MYSELF TO YOU. Kent instantly felt for the poor kid. Russell reminded him in that moment of how he himself had been that day his dad had caught Kent with Sam. The shame, the fear, the self-loathing - it all flooded back to the man just as soon as he looked into the face of the youth. Kent had the chance to do for Russell what hadn't been done for him. "Hey, buddy, take a breath. It's going to be okay, I promise." The boy wouldn't look up at him. He seemed to be praying, which Kent also understood. There was no denying Russell had made a mistake. Viewing porn in the school library was bad any way you sliced it. But of course it was gay porn, which had a much bigger stigma, and on top of that, it involved minors. The administration could be in trouble if it came out the boy had downloaded it using the school wifi. So it had to be dealt with, but that didn't mean unkindly. Kent thought fast and made some decisions. "Russell? Look, first off, I'm not going to tell the principal and certainly not your folks. Okay? I don't see any reason to involve them." Russell looked up, stunned. Had the angel Moroni come down from Heaven and taken the form of Mr. MacTiernan? The student simply could not believe his ears. He had committed a sin - the worst kind possible - and had expected to be excommunicated. A "withdrawal of membership," it was now called by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But God had taken pity on the sinner. Why? "S-Sir?" Russell squeezed out of his throat. No, it couldn't be. Perhaps this was the work of Satan. The Church was very clear on perversion. How could Russell escape his inevitable fate? It made no sense. Relief and doubt were at war in his mind. Yet there was the calm face of Mr. MacTiernan. He couldn't be in league with Satan. Unlike most gym teachers, Mr. MacTiernan was so nice, kind and supportive that one could easily mistake HIM for a Mormon. "I have to delete everything on this," Kent told the petrified tween. "And you have to promise me you won't view or download stuff like this at school ever again, okay?" Kent glanced only briefly at the images before deleting them. He told himself he was chiefly making sure there was no actual child porn because that would be a much bigger issue. The images looked to be of a boy from the '70s and were pretty close to real looking, but the setting was just different enough from reality that Kent was certain these were some very skillfully crafted artist renderings. Like there was a boylover at Pixar or something. "I promise," croaked Russell, trying to still his shaking hands. "I promise to be a good person and do good works." Why had he been tempted to search for such artwork? Because of what his youngest brother, Christian, had whispered to him about his experience at summer camp. Christian had made Russell pinky swear to tell no one. At first the protective big brother wanted to call the authorities on the teen camper who'd done things to his youngest sibling. But Christian had confessed to liking what was considered sinful and needed to know he wouldn't go to H-E- double hockey sticks. Russell had assured his brother he was safe as long as he never did it again. Every night since that fateful talk, however, Russell had been obsessed by the idea of a big strong teen doing things to him. And that had led to him typing words into a search box and accidentally stumbling upon artwork that was very much like his romantic fantasy. So obsessed was Russell that he hadn't the willpower to stop himself from looking at the all-male nudity, even while at school. Kent finished deleting the images and handed the phone back to the boy. He was grateful to the librarian for letting him handle this. No doubt Mr. and Mrs. Young would have been called in and poor Russell's nightmares would all have come true. "Okay, I'm sure I can trust that you've learned your lesson here." Russell nodded frantically. He was still so skittish, which Kent understood. It wasn't easy to get over that level of soul-crushing terror and shame. "I'd like to talk to you a bit, if that's okay? But not here. Let's go to my office." HERE IT IS, thought Russell. Of course the punishment wouldn't be meted out here in the library. It was more appropriate to deal with this unmanly behavior in the gym teacher's office. "Sir." Timidly, Russell stood and followed Mr. MacTiernan out like a baby duckling. He kept his head down and his eyes to the ground. Kent gestured. "Wait here one moment." He approached the librarian who had been pretending the two of them were invisible. Kent leaned down and spoke in a hushed tone. "I need you to know something." "Will you be using the strap?" she asked. "Russell was the victim of a cruel prank because of his religion. The boy has been raised to be wholesome and didn't even know what he was looking at." The woman covered her mouth, instantly regretting her snap judgment. "No." "I'll finish my talk with the boy in my office. And I'll deal with all of this internally. You'll never have to hear about any of it ever again." "Thank you, Kent. The poor boy, I'm so sorry." Russell started the moment his teacher gestured for him to follow. In an act of mercy, the boy noticed the librarian looking at him with both pity and remorse. God also spared him the humiliation of students being witness to his sin, since the hallways were blessedly empty. Holding his breath, Russell entered Mr. MacTiernan's office. The door was closed behind them. Kent leaned against his desk and regarded the boy with immense sympathy. He'd BEEN Russell once upon a time. Why parents thought it was okay to visit such misery on their children was far beyond Kent's ability to grasp. "Russell, you really can relax. The pictures are deleted. You won't be viewing them at school again, so the matter is closed." Russell nodded wordlessly, still looking like he was going to be put before a firing squad. "The reason I wanted to talk to you is because I think someone has put some wrong ideas in your head." Russell winced and Kent realized how his words could be misinterpreted. In point of fact, the man was going way out on a limb here. If Russell's folks found out his teacher was trying to unprogram their child, Kent could be in serious hot water. But he couldn't look at Russell's suffering and do nothing. "I'm not sure if you're gay or bisexual or just questioning," Kent told him. "But whatever it is, it's not some awful crime." The boy looked up sharply. "You don't have to be ashamed, Russell. I promise you don't." Russell blushed so fiercely his cheeks burned. These were the last words the boy thought he would ever hear from his teacher. The entire world was topsy-turvy. "Sir, I-I..." "Please, Russell, call me Kent when we're not in class." "U-Um. Mr. MacTiernan. S-Sorry - Kent. You d-don't have to try to make me f-feel better. I know wh-what I did was wrong. I'll be g-good, I promise." In disbelief, Russell felt the man's hand placed gently on his shoulder. "I'm only speaking the truth. I've been where you're at. And I hope you understand and can accept who you are." "S-Sir? I mean, K-Kent. I-I don't understand." Kent gently nudged the boy into the chair. Russell was so disoriented it hardly took any effort and then he just sat there, looking like a stunned codfish. "I was raised by parents who told me it was wrong to be gay. I took in the same words and lessons that you've been fed, I'm sure. And I know how it messes with your head." "You... Y-You're...?' Kent nodded. "But I'd appreciate it if you kept that fact between us. Just because there's nothing wrong with it doesn't mean everyone understands. It took me a long time to accept who I am and I don't want you falling into the same trap." Russell's brain was swirling with a million questions. Guilt and fear had been struggling to bar the door in the part of the child's brain that had thirsted for the truth as he understood it. Certainly like most boys he thought about girls. But it was as if this half was incomplete. And the only totem he'd found that offered a window into the missing part was the artwork by someone named kika. Artwork of the boy Phoenix and the man Charles. Both existing in a strange otherworld with vibrant colors, floral patterns, and headbands. With a mystical story of how Phoenix was invented by Render God LLBeanie and brought into the House of Kika where he met the musician Charles. But it was what the naked man and boy were doing together that so fascinated Russell. Phoenix on all fours, just like Christian said he was with the teen camper. Charles kneeling behind with his manhood in the boy's rear, just like the teen camper did to Christian. Could it be... Could it be... that Mr. MacTiernan - Kent - had busted down the door in Russell's brain to show him a world where such imaginings truly existed? Kent was happy to see a glimmer of relief crack through the panic writ on Russell's face. It was worth the risk if he could help the boy deal with the confusion and shame and guilt he was carrying around. "I know it's tough. And you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I just want you to know I'm here and I understand if you ever do want someone to talk or ask questions. When you're with me, you're safe. Nothing we talk about will ever get back to your folks." "Th-Thank you, sir. Kent. Is it o-ok if I'm excused for now?" Russell wanted so desperately to stay and let loose all the million questions. But he needed air. It was too much to think about. "A-And can I m-maybe come back and... talk?" "Of course, Russell. My door's always open when it's not closed." That made Russell smile. Never would the boy ever have imagined this ordeal might end with happiness. "Thank you, Kent." Russell stuck out his hand. Kent shook it. The P.E. teacher's hand was warm and strong. Kent let the boy go, certain he would be back. At least he'd gotten Russell to calm down and even smile, and what a pretty smile it was too. Maybe, like with Ryder and Brandon, Kent would help the boy find another student to go out with. The man shook his head and smiled at his own hubris. He was going to have to start up Kent's Home for Wayward Gay Boys if he kept this up. ***** Clint Welsh was so happy and grateful, he could kiss his brother! Actually, he DID kiss Brandon when Daddy wasn't looking. It's not like the middle Welsh brother didn't want to spend time with their father. But Clint and Kent had only been boyfriends for a second, and the kid was missing the jock so bad his heart actually hurt. "Don't worry, runt," assured Brandon, "you'll be seeing your main squeeze tonight." "But how? Daddy said we're helping him work on the car." "And you got a homework assignment and need to finish it with your lab partner." "No I don't." "Idiot face, I know you don't." "Oh. Oooooohhh!" "Yeah, ooooooooh!" Brandon gave Clint a full noogie. "How'd I end up with a dweeb like you for a sibling?" "You're the greatest big brother ever, Brandon." "Shut up, runt, and get the hell outta here." Kent knew he shouldn't encourage his boys to disobey their father, but there wasn't a lot of choice in the matter. So when Brandon had suggested his little plan during their afternoon fuck session, Kent had readily agreed. He missed Clint so much that any guilt he felt wasn't worth bothering about. The man waited in his car in the usual spot for his lover boy. Sure enough, Clint scampered up right on time. As soon as the kid was belted in, Kent drove off, too worried bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) about the Welsh father spotting them to risk anything overt. "Missed you so much, big mouth," Kent said, squeezing his boyfriend's knee. "Me too! I can't wait 'til we get back to our place and get dirty. Can we brother-kiss? I promise I won't sexy-kiss it." Smiling, Clint received a quick peck on the lips. The boy didn't know what to call it, so he said brother-kiss. Even though that first night when everybody had told their secret there was that one time Clint and Brandon sexy-kissed each other. Kent said, "Speaking of brother..." "I know! Brandon and you were such foolers! I didn't know anything! It was a fun surprise, and even after school and all through dinner Brandon didn't say nothing and then after we were supposed to help our dad with the car and he told me I was seeing you and I was so happy and I'm gonna stop before I need a drink of water." "It was ALL Brandon's idea," Kent said. "You have a pretty terrific big brother. Good thing he knows about us, huh?" Clint nodded, his eyes bright and his smile overtaking his face. "He's the best!" The two laughed. Before leaving the house, Clint had worked on a jawbreaker to get his mouth ready for the real thing. Kent was just so happy to see his little lover boy. And the youngster seemed to be doing all right, which was a relief. Brandon had told him things were fine at home. Everyone pretended the eldest Welsh brother didn't have a boyfriend, so the father had no idea anything was happening that he'd get upset about. And Brandon was mostly happy to see his dad again, so it was as good as it could be. It wasn't long before they were back at the apartment and Clint was yanking Kent into the bedroom like a boy determined to get to his birthday presents. "C'mon, hurry!" giggled the happy and adorable 10-year-old. "Brandon said he got your gusher. That means you still got some good kablooeys in you." Clint was so hungry he didn't even let Kent get undressed for his blowjob. "I guess you DID miss me," chuckled the man. "Uh-huh, and I'll prove it," answered Clint as he got his boyfriend to hike down his jeans and briefs. Happily, the licorice was already plump and ready for sucking. The boy opened wide and, with spit already built up in his mouth, guided the stick down his throat. Using the techniques Ryder had taught him, Clint serviced the monster cock, his belly growling for the white creaminess. "Oh god, you are such a sexy little thing," Kent moaned out as the boy went to town. He was completely unprepared for the grade-schooler's erotic attack and it left him breathless and helpless. Clint had gotten so good at sucking in just a few short weeks. It was overwhelming to feel his little lover slurping and sucking his length with such hunger. "That's my sweet boy..." Clint took more and more of the thick rod in his mouth. He wouldn't be happy until he got a Kent mustache with the cotton candy - the pubes - against his upper lip. That meant forcing the cherry jawbreaker of a knob down into his throat. Because of all the practice he'd got, Clint had begun to master deep throating. And there it was! The awesome, tickly Kent mustache. Even his bottom lip felt the leathery nutsack. Or the Hubba Bubba, as Clint liked to call it. The tween was still able to suck continuously, with his cheeks, tongue, and roof of his mouth making a home for the gigantor cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," hummed Clint as he blew his jock of a boyfriend. Absolute bliss - there was no other way for Kent to describe it. He floated away on the high from the perfection of being sucked off by his hot, sweet, incredible little boyfriend. Clint's hunger for him was as arousing as the feel of the boy's velvety lips sliding up and down his throbbing erection. "You make me feel so amazing... Gonna spurt soon if you keep that up..." Of course, Clint did not let up and Kent moaned low and deep in pleasure as the tyke worked his cock from base to tip in a frenzy. "Oh, my lover boy," Kent sighed as his balls churned. It didn't surprise Clint that the kablooey was coming in no time at all. The early ones were tough for Kent to hold back. Plus, the boy had gotten better at figuring out how to make his man feel good. Clint had to adjust the little tent in his own jeans. His boner was poking up sideways; it usually got so incredibly hard whenever he gave a blowjob. And Clint knew there was no way he'd be able to drink all the spurt - not a kablooey so close to the gusher. In the past it bothered the boy not to get every single drop, but now he loved being what Kent called a messy eater. Spurt blasting out of his cheeks was part of the fun! Kent bucked into the youngster's mouth as he shot his load. The white hot blaze of ecstasy had him shaking all over. Clint was so talented at giving him the most intense climaxes. They left Kent wrung out like a wet dish rag. The spent 23-year-old grinned dazedly at the sexy 10-year-old. "You're still such a messy eater..." Clint giggled and licked his lips. "I need, like, two mouths to take all that!" Kent laughed and pulled Clint into his arms for snuggles and loving kisses. Being with his lover boy made him feel like a kid again. Discovering more spurt on his cheek, Clint scooped it up with his finger and greedily stuck it in his mouth before Kent could playfully chomp at it. The giggling youngster said, "Hey, Kent. Kent. In our one class today they were talking about the five major food groups. You know, like the food to help build healthy bodies and everything. The teacher went through 'em all and the whole time I was thinking, no they forgot all about the most important food group - spurt!" "You like it that much, do you, big mouth?" Clint answered him with a cutesy, goofy grin. Then he said, "Did you ever think this kid who you had to babysit and talk to at a restaurant was gonna be your boyfriend and do all kindsa sex with you?" "No, I only hoped so," Kent said with a kiss. Thanks to Ryder, the gay man had let himself notice boys more than he used to. And of course he'd zeroed in on Clint the moment he'd laid eyes on him. It was just such a happy surprise that things had worked out so well. "Naked time!" Kent shouted and started yanking Clint's clothes off. The boy laughed and wriggled, not really resisting as he was stripped down to his birthday suit. And then Kent accepted the counterattack of his little lover and helped Clint get him out of his clothes too. Afterwards, Kent pinned his boyfriend to the bed and kissed him ferociously, leaving the preteen breathless. Clint's attempts to speak were silenced by Kent's kisses, making him gigglier and gigglier: "I really *smack* love *smack* you and *smack* I'm happy you *smack* love me *smack* 'cause you're my *smack* Greek god." Clint felt the welcome thick adult tongue push into his mouth and he sucked on it like a licorice stick. Making out with Kent, being his boy, it was everything to Clint. He wrapped his noodle arms around the jock's muscled neck and wanted this naked wonderfulness to last all night. "I hope your ass is ready for a pounding," Kent growled. He felt the youngster's little spike twitch against his stomach. "Uh-huh! I need it!" Kent got the lube, smiling downward. The sexy boy really was a sight to behold, a feast for the eyes. It was hardly any wonder that Kent's dick was perpetually hard when he was around the horn-dog grade-schooler. He just couldn't get enough of that slender body. "Ohhhh," Clint sighed while being penetrated. Kent noted the boy was still tight as could be, but the resistance had lessened. He leaned in to give the kid a lingering kiss. "Nnh..." whimpered Clint. "Wh-Why can't my bum get your licorice stick in as easy as my mouth?" "Shhhh, shhhh... Remember, lover boy-" "Enjoy it," smiled Clint. "You're learning," Kent winked. Clint felt the sensuous lips of his boyfriend nibble at his mouth. With high-pitched grunts, the tween accepted more of the man's cock into his hole. "I-I love y-you," squeaked Clint. "You're my lover boy," moaned Kent. Kent gazed down at his little partner with all the affection in his heart and started to make love to him. Slow, easy strokes, the sort that let them both enjoy being together, that let the feelings wash over them like the waves at the beach. Kent's throaty moans rose in counterpoint to Clint's high-pitched whimpers. He murmured soft words of love and appreciation, reminding Clint how much he was cared for. The boy responded with youthful yearning, squirming beneath him, eyes glazed over from the ecstasy of being filled, of knowing he was Kent's lover. Slowly, the jock increased the pace, heightening the pleasure for both of them. "My boy... My wonderful boy," Kent moaned out as his climax drew nearer. "Unnn.. Y-Yeah... F-Fill me up!" Clint squealed. Kent's rigid dick pulsed once, twice, three times, shooting his come deep into the boy's body. The man's eyes rolled back from the pleasure and he was once again rendered breathless. Looking down at his adorable underage lover, Kent could only smile, blinking slowly at the stars in his eyes. ***** "Nnnn," Clint whimpered, jerking his little firecracker frantically to kablooey himself while his boyfriend's huge dick was still up inside him. In no time at all he let out a loud cry as the sparks shot off inside him. Kent grinned lovingly, turned on all over again by the sight of the boy dry cumming from being pounded. Slowly, the man drew his softening dick out of Clint's gaping hole, dragging another moan from the youngster. "It's so hot watching him do your brother," Ryder whimpered while making out with Brandon beside the couple. "I know... I guess we Welsh boys are just sexy by default," Brandon said, jerking his boyfriend's dick rapidly. It was two days later, following Kent and Clint's boyfriend time. Friday's football game had been rained out, so instead the two couples got together again for a sleepover. "Hey, should we?" said Brandon mischievously. "Awww," replied Ryder, "but they look so spent and koot together." "Perfect time to do it." Brandon pulled out of Ryder and together the couple jumped on top of Kent and Clint. "Dog-p-i- i-i-i-i-i-i-i-l-l-l-l-l-e!" "Hey!" bellowed a startled Kent. "Don't crush me!" squealed Clint. The four collapsed together in a giggling mess of naked limbs. "So was that his gusher?" asked Ryder. "Nope," chuckled Brandon. "He took my ass in his office today! My brother got the first of the Holy! Trinity." "The what?" asked Kent, smiling but lost. "You don't know?" chuckled Ryder. "They named your kablooeys," smiled Clint. "You knew about this, and you didn't tell me?" growled Kent while tickling his little guy in the ribs. "Some boyfriend you're turning out to be." "Aw, c'mon, Big," challenged Ryder, "you gotta know about your six comes by now." Kent was trying to figure out if this was just a dumb kid joke. "My six comes?" "For a teach you're not very observant," said Brandon, punching the jock in the arm. "'Kay," explained Clint, "your first one's super strong and it's the drowner." "The gusher," Brandon and Ryder said in unison. "I know," replied Clint, "I'm just being a fooler. 'Kay, so your next three after that are all still pretty strong." Brandon smiled, "So, I named them the Holy! Trinity. Big emphasis on HOLY!" "You're kidding," chuckled Kent, shaking his head. "So that's four," said Clint, "and Ryder named your next one." "Yeah, your fifth's called the 'regular.' 'Cause it's still a good one, but even Clint can swallow a whole load when it's your fifth." escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) "And finally, your 'top-up,'" said Brandon with a wink to Clint, because he knew this word sent his middle brother into gales of laughter. "The top-up! The top-up!" guffawed Clint with tears streaming down his face. Kent laughed along with them. There was something utterly delightful about being in a bed full of boys who were both impressed and amused by how many times they could get him to shoot. "You know, I used to only cum once or twice a day until this one seduced me," Kent said, grabbing Ryder around the neck and giving him a noogie. "Hey!" Ryder laughed. "Stop it! Brandon, help!" The older tween boyfriend pounced and tried to wrestle Kent's Little away from him, but the man easily got him in a headlock as well. The two boys struggled helplessly against the powerful arms, unable to escape. "C'mon, Clint, we need ya!" Brandon said. "I'll save you, brothers!" shouted Clint like a military general, but he was much too giggly to be a threat as he leapt and clung onto Kent's neck. It was impressive to see the man exert almost no effort in carrying all the extra naked weight. "Heeeeeeeeeeee, he's like a Transformer!" laughed Clint. "Transforming!" shouted Kent and he dumped the pile of boys onto the bed. Brandon rolled on top of his brother. "You were supposed to save us!" "I'm on Kent's side!" growled Clint. "That's what I'm talking about," Kent nodded approvingly. "There's my boyfriend." "Oh, yeah, you little pipsqueak!" shouted Brandon as he crawled on top of Clint. "For that you get a teabagging!" And the big brother humped his tight nutsack against his younger sibling's forehead. Kent could have intervened, but he was so happy to see the boys acting like brothers he instead decided to give Ryder a merciless tickle attack. His Little shrieked and tried to squirm away, but there was no escape. "No fair!" Ryder giggled. Clint was equally helpless to escape, but he wasn't getting noogies or Indian rope burns so he really didn't mind. In fact, it was so cool having Brandon roughhouse that the little brother couldn't help but laugh like a lunatic. "Ready to beg for mercy, runt?" Brandon asked. "Never!" Clint replied. "You asked for it," Brandon told him. But as his big brother got ready to grind his junk even more in the boy's face, Clint on a whim decided to outfox him. Moving quickly, he caught Brandon's dick in his mouth, trapping his big bro in place. "Whoa," was all Brandon could think to say. "Whoa!" said Ryder wide-eyed. His Big knew it was no trick so he looked over his shoulder. The pair watched the 10-year-old Welsh bro giving a blowjob while the 12-year-old Welsh bro looked dazed and blissful. Then they saw Clint release Brandon's dick from his mouth and between licks he said urgently, "Hurry, Kent, make my brother your bitch!" before returning to the blowjob. Ryder was so turned on by the incredibly hot scene. It went full porno for him when Kent on instinct released the Little's arms and crawled behind Brandon. Overcome with desire, Ryder started jacking to this voyeur's dream. Brandon sighed, "Oooohhh, Kent, I'm your slut." "That's right, whore," snapped Kent as he quickly lubed up his cock. "Your fucking ass is mine!" Kent could tell everyone was all right with this turn of events, and it certainly turned him on seeing his preteen boyfriend with a mouthful of his brother's cock, so the jock went right along with it. Once his dick was coated, Kent pushed hard into his student's ass. The tween groaned and thrust his hairless cock down his brother's throat. "Oh man," Brandon panted. Grunting, Kent grabbed the boy's slender hips and started pounding him in hard, jabbing thrusts. It felt absolutely amazing to be plowing the middle-schooler's butt for the second time that day. "Fuck me harder!" JESUS, thought Brandon, MY BRO'S SERVICING MY COCK! He should've stopped the twerp, but with all those lollipops and jawbreakers and practicing on Kent and learning from Ryder - what Clint was doing to the big brother's cock felt so awesome! "Oh, you bitch tramp, I'll fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked!" sneered Kent as his horse cock rammed the baseball pitcher's ass. Oh God, it all felt amazing! With the few brain cells he had left, Brandon checked to see if Ryder was freaked out at the sight of his boyfriend getting sucked off by his brother. But even the blond hottie was just as blissed out jacking it to the threesome. "Awwwwwww, I'm teach's little tramp," groaned Brandon as he threw back his head. "Your ass is mine to fuck, everyone in school knows it," grunted Kent. Brandon smiled down at his brother, who was struggling to keep the cock in his mouth with the pounding that Brandon was getting from the jock. Kent loved his slow and gentle fucks with Clint, but there was no denying the appeal of riding Brandon like a wild animal. It felt so good because the tough boy with the wise mouth loved to be taken this way. The sounds his sexy student made were hot as fuck. The noisy slurping at Brandon's dick told Kent that Clint was still hard at work. His little boyfriend was such a naughty scamp. It wasn't even much of a surprise the kid had done this. Clint was always shocking Kent with some lewd game or another, like the suckoff in his car. "Take it, you slutty whore," Kent growled into Brandon's ear. "Take my cock while your little brother sucks you off." Clint held on with his mouth as best he could. It was much easier sucking off another boy - his own big brother! - than the monster cock he'd started getting used to. The smaller licorice stick also didn't leak out pineapple juice like Kent. It was more like oily water. Somehow Clint felt even closer to Brandon now that the middle brother was blowing the big brother. Maybe the boy had always wanted to and just didn't know it. Because as soon as he started, it just seemed like the most normalest thing to do. And he was able to adjust his sucking so that his lips absorbed the bumping against his face as his adult boyfriend pounded Brandon from behind. Clint glanced at his other brother - Ryder - tugging on his little pole. Ryder really was a watcher, like he said he was. His eyes were big and staring at everything. Kent growled, "Ready for me to cum up your ass, slut?" "Nnnn.... yeah," Brandon moaned, unable to really form words. Kent smiled and pumped faster, taking his student like he did every day at school. Their lunch time fucks were now so regular that Kent could set his watch by them. But it was even better here, where Brandon didn't have to worry about being quiet. "Shoot your load, slut, in your little bro's mouth while I fill your ass with jizz." Clint heard his big brother gasp, "Oh god, oh fuck, Clint, I'm-" "Fucking whore, I told you to shoot right now," ordered Kent. Brandon whimpered, "Huuunnnhhhhh, I'm..." Clint heard a soft growl. The hard little stick went rigid just like Kent's, and it kablooeyed! Except it was like syrup pumps. Clint drank his big brother's spurt as easily as if it had been Kent's pineapple juice. Ryder watched his Big groan and he knew the second Holy! Trinity was firing up his boyfriend's small ass. It was all too much - his dry orgasm hit him. Male groans and squeaks filled the room. The Little fell back on the pillow. His bleary eyes watched Brandon drooping like a rag doll, Clint releasing the hard dick from his mouth, and Kent dragging out his thick rod with come dripping from the spent boy hole. Emerging from his stupor, Brandon cast his eyes on Clint who was still gulping and licking his lips. This wasn't the same as the french kissing he'd had misgivings about with his sibling - nowhere near it. The eldest Welsh brother had just blown his wad down his middle bro's throat. WHY THE FUCK DID I LET THAT HAPPEN? FUCK, IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH HOLES TO SEND MY SPOOGE. All Brandon could let out was a "damn, dude." Clint tilted his head back, his face scrunched up in thought. "Your spurt tastes different than Kent's. More syrupy." Brandon spotted the rest of his clear come seeping from his cockhead. THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? He wondered if Ryder might freak. "That... was so hot," gushed Ryder. "Hope you guys are gonna do that again." Still coming to his senses, Brandon blinked at his boyfriend, grateful this wasn't about to turn into a thing. The deep voice of Kent said from behind, "I think your big brother enjoyed it, big mouth." "It felt like Brandon's gusher," giggled Clint. "Seriously, that was hot," praised Ryder. Brandon smiled. "Well, runt, I think those cocksucking lessons from my boyfriend are paying off." The room chuckled. Kent pulled Clint to him for a cuddle. "My boy knows his way around a dick." Just as he always did with his sexual romps with his boys, Kent kept his demeanor calm and relaxed. ACT NORMAL BECAUSE IT IS NORMAL was his motto and he applied it here. Neither brother should feel weird, because they hadn't done anything wrong. "Though if that's Brandon's gusher," observed Kent, "you got some work to do, short stack. I'm just saying." "No fair, teach, you're already a total jizz factory," chuckled Brandon as he fell back into Ryder and felt his boyfriend's arms wrap around his chest. "Me, I just started up shop. But don't you worry, a few years down the road I'll be givin' you stiff competition." Clint burst into laughter. "Stiff competition." Ryder grinned, "Yeah, Big, it's pretty misresponsible of you to compare." "No," insisted Kent. "We are NOT doing that." "I thought it was misresponsible of him too, boyfriend," chuckled Brandon. "Don't you dare," Kent warned his little lover, aware that Clint was about to join in. "I wasn't gonna say nothin'," insisted the kid, but his devilish grin said otherwise. "Oh yes, you were! But we have ways to deal with that!" Kent threatened while leaning in for a kiss. At the last second, he switched tactics and swooped in for a surprise tickle attack. "No fair!" Clint squeaked, thrashing and giggling madly. Kent loved it so much that he could be equal parts lover, mentor and big brother to these wonderful boys. Playing with them was almost as great as having sex with them. "Don't worry, bro, we'll save you!" shouted Ryder. But instead of jumping on Kent, he and Brandon went straight for the horse cock and double-teamed the piss slit and shaft. For Ryder it was a fun and naughty way of making out with Brandon. The tween couple kissed and tongued each other's mouths around the throbbing member. Sharing in the precome. Teasing the underside of the cockhead. Touching lips together around the thick rod. Each caressed the other's body and jacked one another's dicks. Clint smiled as the tickling fingers stopped and the deep moans began. The youngster took full advantage and started making out with his jock of a boyfriend. "Mmmmm, I love you lots, Kent." "Love you too, sweet boy." "Can you taste my brother's spurt in my mouth?" "A little bit." "Was it ok I did that?" "I want you to do whatever feels good, Clint." "Feels good kissing you while my brothers are raiding the candy store." "Three against one is unsportsmanlike behavior, though," Kent chided between kisses. "Thought I taught you boys better..." Ryder snickered. "You taught us great!" he said while licking his Big's cock from base to tip. "Oh yeah, you get, like, the teach of the year award," Brandon added, lapping at the man's nuts. Kent groaned out loud. "I don't know if I can go again so fast, guys..." "Betcha we can get you to if we work at it," Clint said with a smirk as he slid down to help out the older boys. Kent stretched out on his bed and sighed in delirious bliss as the three mouths and tongues worked his cock over. He wasn't sure if there was a heaven, but if there was, it couldn't be as good as this.