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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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