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Loving Bryant C-7
Bryant and I walked slowly to his house. I was having concerns about what we had done in the attic. Making love to Bryant in front of the three had seemed okay at the time. After all we had done that in front of young teens at the beach. One beach teen had even helped us with the penetration. Now I was unsure about the wisdom of exposing our love for others to see and even take advantage of us in some way.
We finally reached Bryant's porch. We grabbed our mitts and baseballs to pound the balls into the gloves and sat lost in thought.
"Whatcha doing when you graduate, Bryant?"
"I do not know Jordie. You got any ideas?"
"I do know that I cannot continue delivering newspapers. I do not make enough money doing that,"
"What about the military?"
"No. We'd be separated."
"Once we graduate, sure, we will have high school diplomas. What good are they except for getting into dead-end jobs?"
"What about college?"
"Tough way to go, Jordie. Cost, expenses, where would we live?"
"What would we study?"
"Computer technology?"
"That field is crowded. Too many technicians chasing too few jobs."
"What are you favorite subjects, Jordie?"
"English and history. What about you, Bryant?"
"The same. What good would studying those do?"
"You like kids, right?"
"Kids are okay."
"What age is cool, to you?"
"Gosh Jordie. All kids are cool. Each age has its own plusses, and minuses. What are you getting at?"
"Listen to me. Here's an idea. You know how most of our teachers are old?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I been checking government stats. In the next six years, most of the nation's teachers will be ageing out and retiring. There is a teacher shortage on the horizon. What if we studied and became teachers?"
"You and me? Teachers? I thought you did not like edibles or whatever you have been eating."
"Bryant, no. Listen to me. We can do this. We study English and history. We become high school teachers. The pay is decent. We don't need to bust out balls. The job is perfect."
"Jordie, We like male sex. We have sex with men. No one is going to hire gay men."
"Bryan. Gays work in teaching. Besides, we are not attracted to teen boys. We may have messed around, but all our hook ups have been with adults. That's okay. Plus, now I plan to only be with you. We can do this."
"Where would we live?"
"Your basement has all we need. Toilet and shower, lots of room for beds and desks. We can share expenses and pay your mom rent. We can share the car when we get one. We can get a job at the same place, go to school together. We can do it Bryant."
"Well, let's ask my mom before she goes to work."
We told Bryant's mom about our plan and asked if we could live in her basement.
"I'm okay with your idea but let me ask you both a question. Are you lovers?"
I saw Bryant turn instantly red. I felt the same. Truth now or trouble later. I nodded.
"I thought so from the way you two have been looking at each other. Bryant, I approve of Jordie. He has eyes that show love for you. I can see it. Plus, I hear you now and then when you think I am asleep. I want only the best for you. Jordie. Please take care of my son. Do not break his heart. He is special to me."
And that's how Bryant and I ended up living together after high school graduation. My parents did not totally understand gay love but they did not disapprove. My sisters were happy. They liked Bryant and called him their new brother.
Bryant and I were able to get jobs that would work around our upcoming college schedule. Cam had an old Chevy that he was not using. He sold it to us on the cheap with us able to make payments.
We enrolled at the community college taking the basic requirements. Classes would not start until late August. The restaurant where we worked scheduled us off on Mondays and Tuesdays. Our first Monday, Cam said he would take us to the naturist beach.
"I want to experience sex on the beach again, Jordie. I know we sleep together and can have each other anytime. I liked that outdoor experience with the sun and wind. I felt so aroused."
"I did too. Besides, I like to show off my boyfriend."
At the beach we made our way to the same area as before while holding hands. This time we brought a blanket where we sat and began to make out.
Bryant moaned into my mouth as I sucked his tongue. The wind on my cock hardened it. I kept sucking my lover's tongue, my hands running over his torso.
"I need to suck you Jordie," Bryant moaned.
He lowered himself and enveloped my cock taking it to the base. I lay spread out for his pleasure. The more Bryant sucked, the harder and closer I was to my release. Then he stopped.
"Don't stop. Bryant keep sucking."
"No Jordie. Just lay there and cool down. I'll restart in a few. I want you so hot and hard that you'll beg either to cum or to fuck me."
Bryant sucked, stopping when he sensed I was about to release.
"Bryant," I moaned. I felt the sperm boiling inside me. My cock bounced in an uncontrolled manner."
"You are ready, Bryant purred licking my nipples.
He straddled my waist slowly lowering himself until he reached my base. Bryant had me all the way inside him.
"Move." I begged.
"Soon. I enjoy the feeling of your cock in my chute. I love how your cock is throbbing in me."
Then Bryant began to slowly move up and down. When he sensed I was close, he would stop. I was both moaning and cursing him.
"Would you fuck me. I need to cum. Please Bryant."
"Okay. This time I will ride you until you release."
He leaned over. "Kiss me deep, Jordie. Put your legs around me, arms too."
We were one. Kissing and trying to get inside each other. Bryant sped up and I lost it. I heard a primal scream rip from my throat. I bit Bryant's tongue lightly and dug my heels into his waist. I felt my release throughout my body.
I was shivering and crying and my lover was kissing and holding me. I wanted nothing but to stay like this forever. Then the clapping started.
I looked and saw six boys watching and clapping. I felt I was on display and I was not sure if this was okay any more.
Bryant and I separated. I saw sperm drop from his hole. I saw fluid on my chest where his release landed.
"Oh my god," one of the kids said coming close. "Me and my brother come here all the time and we have never seen anything like what you two just did."
"How old are you, kid," asked Bryant.
"Brandt and I are twelve. We are twins. This is him," the kid said holding an identical image of himself.
"Yeah, I'm Brandt and my brother is Phil. You two are hot. Any chance you could do us?"
"You both are twelve. Right?" I asked.
"Yep. We are old enough to make a little juice now and then. Not much. We still have some growing to do. You could help us."
I smiled at these two adorable twins whose hard cocks jutted out from hairless groins. The way their arms encircled each other's waists and how now and then they kissed, I knew they were both experienced and turned on.
I kissed Bryant. "Guys. We can't. We are both eighteen. That's too old to do sexual stuff with underage boys. Bryant and I are going to wash off. You can use our blanket."
Leaving Phil and Brandt, Bryant and I waded into the lake. Bryant ran his hands over me rubbing his dried sperms off my chest. I told him to squat and I opened his hole with my fingers. White strings of my sperm floated in the lake as he expelled as much as he could.
"I wish we brought the butt plug. I want your sperm to stay in me."
We clasped and squeezed each other making out in the water before returning to our blanket.
One of the twins lay on his back. His brother was pumping into him. As we approached the blanket, the top boy stiffened and gave a husky shout. The bottom boy cried, "Give me it all."
When these two untangled, Bryant and I clapped as they had done for us. Both boys torsos were Scarlett but neither made any attempt to cover themselves as they separated.
Standing with cocks still hard, one asked, What are your names?"
Before I answered, I let my eyes roam their bodies. Both had short brown hair. Their faces, though red from the exertion, were thin with narrow lips. Their chests and belly's were little boy thin. Neither had pubic hair, Their cut cocks, still hard, jutted from their groins by at least three inches. I continued down their slim legs which still needed to develop s teen's definition.
"I'm Jordie. This is my boyfriend Bryant."
"You two are hot," said one of the twins. I could not tell them apart."
"Thanks, guys, You too. Even if you were sixteen, we could not do stuff with you. Bryant and I are exclusive. That means no one else."
"I know what exclusive means," one said. "That's okay."
"Ready to head back to the clubhouse?"
"Yeah. And so you know, I'm Phil."
I laughed. The four of us returned and changed in the club lockers after we showered. I watched these two wash and dry each other. I was not tempted. I had my Bryant.
The four of us waited for our rides at the picnic table. Cam had just gone into the showers. Phil and Brandt were waiting for their mom. According to them, she was all they had. No other relatives. I felt sorry for them in a way having only one caregiving parent.
"Hi boys," said a middle aged woman who looked just a bit too old to have boys so young.
"Hi mom. These are our friends, Bryant and Jordie."
"Nice to meet you ma'am," we both said together.
"Oh, call me Sharon. Thanks for looking after my boys."
One of the boys, I think he was Phil asked when we would return.
"We will be here at noon tomorrow," I said.
"Can we come tomorrow," asked the other boy?
"I have to work," Sharon said.
"Maybe we could pick them up and bring them," Bryant said. "Where do you live?"
When Sharon told us we learned the boys lived in the same neighborhood. After questions, decisions were made. We agreed to pick these boys up at noon. We exchanged phone numbers, just in case.
We all said good bye promising to meet tomorrow. In the car, I asked Bryant, "Why did you ask to bring them? That's over the top being nice."
"I know. They seem like two kids who could use friends. Besides, they are like us, only younger. We can treat them as if they were our younger brothers."
"Our gay younger brothers."
That night after dinner, Bryant and I excused ourselves and went down to our room. Once there all our clothes came off. We agreed that nudity between us in the privacy of our basement was not only desirable but also had a closeness that we never wanted to lose.
We watched TV nude, played X-box nude, did everything nude and slept nude.
The next morning, Bryant's cock pushed against me as I woke. I wrapped my hand around it and began to rub the tip.
"Mmmm. Feels good Jordie."
I eased Bryant onto his back and stretched on top of him. I kissed his lips tasting his morning taste. "I love you Bryant."
"Love you too, Jordie."
We held each other, rubbing. Our bodies meshed and our cocks strained to feel the other. I held Bryant's head and kissed him deeply.
He must have been on the edge when he awoke for within minutes he was writhing and clasping as he said, "I'm cumming." I felt his throbbing release and I was right there with him.
"That's how I want to wake every morning," I told Bryant.
"Me too." He kissed me showing the love we felt for each other.
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