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"They're good aren't they?" Jarrett said from behind Kayden. Kayden nodded and turned to face Jarrett who was laying on his bed, playing on his phone. "I've blown my load over that set of pictures at least twenty times. I still can't believe that you got fucked by Benjamin Nieser!" Jarrett shook his head. "So lucky," he sighed.
Kayden turned back to the monitor and pressed the back button. There was a soft click from behind him. The cursor blinked on and off as Kayden wondered what to search for next. Suddenly Kayden felt his right thigh vibrating. He fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. 1 new message.
He clicked on the screen to reveal a photo of a bird's eye view of a grinning Jarrett, his shirt pulled up with one hand to reveal his golden abs, and erect penis clearly in view.
Kayden's mouth went dry and he gasped.
"Just a little something to remind you of your boyfriend," Jarrett purred. "Hey, it was going to be surprise but I want to show you what I'm wearing tomorrow."
Kayden's mind had to work extra hard to even register what Jarrett had just said following the photo. That was the reason that it took Kayden a few seconds to answer.
"What do you mean, wear? What's going on tomorrow?"
Jarrett was already over to his wardrobe, he pulled open the large doors, "it's non-uniform day. Didn't you get the letter? It's like a way to get us to settle in faster, you know, by wearing whatever we want."
Kayden just shook his head, of course he didn't get the letter.
"Well," Jarrett continued, "I'm sure my dad can drop you off at your house to get changed tomorrow morning, unless you want to go in... that." He pointed to Kayden's sticky, cum-stained shirt. "Or... I'm sure I could find something for you to wear."
A smile spread across Kayden's face, he could imagine what Jarrett would choose for him, "all right, but only if I get to choose what you wear."
"Deal," Jarrett quickly said, shaking Kayden's hand. Then he dived into the cupboard to find what Kayden would be wearing. "You are staying over tonight, right?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Good, we can do some freaky stuff then," Jarrett said with a sly grin. "But first," Jarrett advanced on Kayden. Then grabbing him by the arm, he hauled Kayden to his feet and pulled him towards the bed.
They fell together onto the mattress, wrestling on the top of the cool sheets. Jarrett managed to lever himself around so that he was laid on top of Kayden, top and tail. Off came Kayden's socks and soon he was squealing with laughter. Kayden could do little to stop the fingers from tickling and stroking his sensitive skin. Kayden twisted and turned, happy shouts.
"St- stop, stop, st..." another burst of the giggles.
And then Jarrett traced his forefinger down Kayden's sole and pulled back, resting his head on Kayden's thigh. Kayden's chest heaved for breath, tears stained his cheeks and a huge grin spread across his lips.
There was a knock on the bedroom door and Jarrett's dad poked his head in.
"Hey guys. I've just put Max to bed, so could you just keep it down a bit," he gently whispered.
Jarrett nodded, rubbing his cheek up Kayden's thigh and noticed a bulge rising an inch in front of his eyes.
"Sorry, dad. We were just having a tickle fight."
Jarrett's dad tipped his head to the side, and squinted his eyes, "you know the rules, tickle tournaments are scheduled between four and five. Not," he looked at his watch, "nine at night." He joked.
Jarrett nodded, "we're gonna go to bed now anyway."
"Good," he turned to leave, "oh, who won?"
"Hmm?"
"The tickle fight."
Kayden pointed at Jarrett, who also raised his arm.
Jarrett's dad chuckled. "That's my boy," he said as the door clicked shut.
"By freaky," Kayden whispered, "I didn't think you meant this." He looked beside him to Jarrett.
"What? It's bonding," Jarrett replied and looked down on his younger brother. "A friendly game of have you ever." He stuck out his tongue at Kayden, "now help me with his duvet."
Together they gently pulled the thick duvet off of Jarrett's younger brother's semi-naked body. The only piece of clothing that Max was wearing was a tight pair of dark blue briefs. And soon, they too had been pulled down to Max's ankles. Still, Max slept.
Jarrett leant into Kayden, his warm breath in Kayden's ear made him shiver, "right. We take it in turns saying 'have you ever' and then..." he waved his hand at his sleeping younger brother. Then he turned to Kayden and raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know, what if he wakes up?" Kayden hissed, suddenly becoming aware of the dark silence that rested on the house. He could hear the tick-tick-tick of the hallway clock, and the gentle whirring of something from downstairs. He could also hear his trembling breath and thumping heartbeat.
Jarrett knelt down beside Max and gently lifted the young boy's penis by the tip, letting it fall back onto his stomach with a tiny slap.
"He never has before."
Kayden frowned, "you do this often?"
Jarrett grinned, "not this game. Not on my own, no point. You win like every time." He nodded, and after a while he looked back at Kayden, who was staring intently at him. Jarrett tried to muffle his giggle. "All right, I'm on a seventy-seven win streak at the moment. So try not to mess that up. Oh," Jarrett raised a finger, "one last thing, if you haven't done the thing you have to take off some of your clothes."
"Why?"
"Cause I like seeing you naked. I'll start. Have you ever..." Jarrett leaned down over Max and gently brushed his lips against his younger brother's.
Kayden swallowed the lump in his throat. Jarrett straightened up, reached a hand down and squeezed Kayden's growing cock through his trousers. Kayden flinched and gave a squeak. Max shifted in his bed, rolling onto his side. Slowly, he started to grind his hips back and forwards, and then he started to quietly grunt.
"Looks like he's dreaming about me again," Jarrett joked, "well, you're not wearing socks so..."
"Hey, you took them off, not my fault." Kayden replied, remembering back to the tickle contest they had had before they had settled down for bed.
Jarrett jabbed his finger at Kayden's shirt, and then flicked it to the side. Shirt, off.
Kayden rolled his eyes and then started to unbutton his shirt, button by button. Then he slipped the shirt over his shoulders swaying slightly for Jarrett.
The soft material fell to the floor with a flump, as Jarrett stroked his hand down Kayden's chest, then down through his abs.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice quivering. "Your turn."
Kayden thought, his eyes taking in Max's small, smooth body illuminated by the soft light of his wall night light.
Carefully he lowered himself onto his knees and, leaning forwards, took one of Max's tight balls into his mouth. Kayden gently swirled his tongue around it, slurping slightly. Max groaned loudly. After a few seconds Kayden pulled off, the small ball squeezing between his puckered lips with a pop.
Getting to his feet Kayden looked to Jarrett, his eyebrows raised. Jarrett stuck out his tongue, then nodded his head. Kayden hissed in irritation, but Jarrett waved his hand and started to undo his trousers.
"I thought you had..."
Jarrett looked up, his fingers froze, the last button that held up his trousers half way through its hole, "my cock is so hard right now, do you not wanna see?"
Kayden couldn't help but nod frantically, as Jarrett's trousers dropped to the floor. In that instant Kayden decided that he liked Jarrett in just his shirt with his boxers peeping out the bottom. He began to touch his bulge through the silky material. Rubbing, adjusting, stretching. "My turn," he stepped forwards, slipped his boxers to the floor and climbed onto the bed.
In just his, now unbuttoned, shirt, Jarrett straddled his younger brother. Slowly at first he rubbed his cock against Max's chest.
And then, using the same technique he had on Joey he thrust his hips forwards until the very tip of his cock touched Max's lips.
His eyes closed. Then he pulled back, and forwards. Thrusting his penis over the smooth skin of Max's stomach and chest, all the way up to his head so that his soft lips gently kissed the tip of Jarrett's cock with every thrust.
With every thrust Jarrett moaned deeply, and it was then, when the tip of his cock pressed against Max's lips that they opened and Jarrett pushed his throbbing length inside his younger brother's tight mouth. Jarrett gasped.
His whole body was silently jerking back and forth, and Kayden could tell that he was getting close.
Jarrett's moans turned into squeaks of pleasure as his balls tightened, his cock sliding deep into Max's throat.
And just as Jarrett's groans turned into a constant animal cry, he felt the suction on his cock increase massively. Instantly Jarrett's eyes flashed open and he looked down into his brother's cute gaze as his cock shuddered and spewed cum deep down Max's throat.
Jarrett watched as his cum spilled from the corners of his brother's mouth as Max struggled to swallow the river of cum that had exploded from Jarrett's cock. Then he slowly withdrew his sticky cock from the small, tender lips.
Max grinned cheekily, and giggled.
Jarrett smiled back, "still think it's icky?"
"I like icky," Max finally replied.
"I know you do," Jarrett said, leaning down to lick the dribble of cum off Max's chin. Then he gently kissed Max on the chest and climbed off the bed. "Now get some sleep, you've got school tomorrow."
Max nodded and turned onto his side, facing the two boys and wrapped his duvet around his thin body.
"Night night," he whispered.
"Night Max." And with that Jarrett laced his fingers with Kayden's and led him back to his bedroom. "Bags being little spoon," Jarrett said as they slipped back in between the cool layers of sheets.
"Works for me," Kayden replied, wrapping his arms around Jarrett's smooth stomach. His crotch pressed firmly against Jarrett's butt. His fingers traced over Jarrett's silky skin. Kayden could smell his boyfriend's cum as he pressed his forehead into the long hair. His lips planting kisses on Jarrett's neck.
Their body warmth cocooned them, and soon they fell asleep, holding on to one another.
Kayden woke to find Jarrett standing at his wardrobe, his long hair was wet, his whole naked body glistening. As Kayden levered himself onto his elbows to get a better view of his boyfriend's body Jarrett turned.
"Good morning, sexy." He pulled out a few things from the wardrobe and threw them over to Kayden. "You'd better get dressed, we're gonna be late."
"Jarrett..." came a small voice from the door way. Max stood in the door way, wearing nothing but his school shirt which he had managed to get both his head and right arm in the neck hole, "I got stuck," he whimpered.
"Of course you did," Jarrett shook his head, and waved Max over to the bed. Kayden watched as Max approached, his little cock and tight balls swaying slightly. Kayden felt his cock harden beneath the bed covers. Max climbed onto the end of the bed and knelt down, facing Kayden. Grabbing the bottom of the shirt with both hands Jarrett tried to yank the material up over Max's head, pulling the young boy with it. Max gave a shout of pain.
Kayden watched as Max's stomach was stretched, his crotch arching forwards towards him. And then with a heave, the shirt popped off leaving Max completely uncovered.
Jarrett wrapped his arms around Max and picked him up, "come on, lets get you dressed." And with that the brothers disappeared out of the room leaving Kayden alone. He swallowed. Then picked up the clothes that Jarrett had picked for him. A pair of boxers patterned with jigsaw pieces, some skin tight jogging bottoms and a white vest that had no material on the sides except for two elastic straps to keep it together.
Kayden pulled himself out of Jarrett's bed and got dressed. The stretchy material of his trousers did nothing to hide his erect cock. And he could feel a light breeze getting under the vest and across his chest, making his nipples harden. He made his way over to the wardrobe and looked through the massive selection that Jarrett had gained over the years. In the end he chose a black string vest, and the smallest pair of shorts that he could find.
There was a scampering of feet down the stairs and Jarrett came back into the room. He froze in the doorway as he scanned Kayden's outfit. He could only grin as he took Kayden's choice of clothes. Slipping the string vest over his head that left his body completely visible. Then he picked up the shorts.
"I haven't worn these in years," he said as he stepped into the first leg.
"Are you not wearing any boxers again?"
Jarrett nodded, "I think these are close enough." He threaded his other leg through and pulled them up. They just reached to his upper thighs before they started to get tight. Jarrett pulled and pulled with a grunt as the waistband of the shorts slowly struggled to cover the base of his cock which was already growing in size. "All right, I can't get them any higher." He span round, so that Kayden could admire how they only covered half of his firm cheeks, and a very definite shape was pushing at the front.
Jarrett hissed as his cock strained against the tight material, the very tip of his erect cock now peeked out of the bottom of his shorts.
"God, I just want to rip them off you already," Kayden moaned.
Jarrett turned and strutted out the room, his smooth legs swaying due to the restrictive shorts. "Play your cards right, and you might just get to do that before lunchtime."
"Where's mum?" Jarrett asked as he and Kayden perched at the breakfast bar, grabbing toast and juice.
"She's at work already, and she didn't want to wake you both up." Jarrett's dad said, "she didn't think that she could untangle one of you from the other anyway."
Kayden choked on his juice, spraying it over the worktop.
"I hope you're going to use a condom when you finally "get round to it"." He wrote quotation marks in the air with his fingers.
"Dad!"
"Cause I am not cleaning your sheets if you-"
"Please stop..." Jarrett put his head in his hands, as his dad burst out laughing.
"I'm glad at least you're dressed appropriately for today, Kayden. How you are going to play football in shorts that tight I have no idea."
Kayden turned to Jarrett, "do we have football today?"
"Coach told us after swimming yesterday while we were getting dressed. Year 7 football trials at lunch."
Kayden thought back, he had missed the announcement. "Wasn't my fault, you dared me to..." he looked from Jarrett to his dad, "... you know."
"Oh yeah, and then... you... with that guy." Jarrett replied.
Jarrett's dad rolled his eyes, "is that all you two talk about?" He pointed at Kayden, "oh, do you have any boots for the trials?"
He shook his head, he had left them at home.
Jarrett's dad nodded, "Jarrett's got some spare ones you can use, I'll put them at the door for you. Max!"
"Yeah?" replied Max, only metres from behind the two boys.
"Time for school Max. And you boys are going to be late if you walk... so hop in the car and I'll give you a lift."
Kayden checked his watch as he walked with Jarrett through the main school gates. Twelve to nine. A few of the upper year students still hung around on the concreted area, but the majority had gone in already.
"Hey, I'll meet you outside class," Kayden said.
"Yeah, sure." Jarrett leaned in and gently kissed Kayden on the lips, there were a few whistles from around them. Kayden guessed they were for Jarrett's very tight, very skimpy shorts.
He watched as the double doors to the school closed behind Jarrett, then turned to face the school gates. He only had to wait half a minute before Liam cycled through the gates in his usual tight Lycra. As he approached, Liam dismounted his bike and wheeled it past Kayden.
"I didn't know if you would be here or not."
Kayden glanced back at the main entrance to the school building, "why not?"
"Aren't you and Jarrett exclusive, like Alex and Scott?"
They made it to the bike shed. Kayden shook his head, he thought back to last night. To Max.
"He's not exclusive, so why should I?"
Liam smiled, "great. Come on." He led Kayden round the back of the bike sheds so that they were out of view of the hard play area.
"You said you wanted to watch me undress." He said, pulling the zip that ran down the front of his outfit slowly. The teeth of the zip parting revealing the soft pink skin underneath his light blue Lycra. Down and down and down the zip went until Liam's tiny belly button was exposed.
"Does that mean that you want..." Out came Liam's arms, the body of the suit falling against the back of his legs. And then he rolled it down his thighs, and finally, out popped his smooth, soft cock. "Does that mean you want me?"
Kayden's mouth had gone dry.
Liam took a step out of his Lycra and towards Kayden, "are you just going to stand there?"
Kayden gulped, but it made little difference. He gasped for air, and ran his tongue over his parched lips.
Liam's penis had since risen to its full length and supported a tight curve. Kayden could imagine himself laying on his back, his head arched back and how Liam's cock would curve perfectly down his throat. The tip pushing at the front of his throat, threatening to burst through.
Liam stepped forwards, grabbed Kayden by shoulders and pushed him to the ground. Kayden knelt in front of Liam, his mouth open, eyes staring. He felt smooth fingers wrap around his ears, saw the curved member close in.
Kayden's lips slid down the length, the taste of pre-cum on his tongue. His ears burning as Liam's hands tightened their grip and pulled Kayden's head down, up and down. Controlling the pace.
Kayden's hearing was muffled, the outside world was a blur. But the gagging, gulping slurps reverberated around his head as his lips were parted and his mouth massaged the smooth, wet cock.
Long, slow strokes. All the way out to the tip, and then all the way to the base. Liam held Kayden's mouth to his crotch, felt Kayden gag, his throat convulse.
And then he pulled out, still keeping a tight grip of Kayden's head. Liam looked down upon the pleading watery eyes. The plump, soaked lips that gasped for breath. The tight trousers that strained and stretched. The pre-cum and saliva that dripped from his chin and down his heaving chest.
Liam let out a high pitched yelp, thrust his cock deep into Kayden's mouth. Burying his cock up to the base. Feeling the tongue swirl, lips knead, throat squeeze. Liam's whole body shook, his hips jerked backwards and his cock slipped form Kayden's mouth with a pop, slapped against his stomach.
Kayden sat forwards, coughing wildly, he tried to suck air back into his lungs but it just made him cough even more.
Liam gasped for breath, his jaw hanging open, his eyes closed. A deep moan escaped his shaking body. Then a low whistle. He turned and stumbled back to his Lycra outfit and stepped into it, pulling it up to cover his still hard, wet penis.
"I hope you don't mind," Liam said, as he zipped himself up and rubbed his bulge, "mmm, oh fuck. But this guy in my form said he wanted to fuck me, so I'm saving myself." He motioned trapping a head between his hands and thrust his crotch forwards. "Let's do this again though, but next time," he moved his hands further apart, whilst still fucking the air in front of him, "you are fucking me."
And with that Liam turned and left, leaving Kayden on his knees.
"Are you doing the footie trial at lunch?" Scott asked as he hopped up onto his high stool.
Kayden climbed up onto his own, "yeah. How many people do you think will be there?" He looked around the form. The year 11 students that he hadn't met yet sat across the other side of the lab. And the year 8, 10 and 12s had already left for their first assembly of the term.
"Probably a lot," said a voice from behind them. They turned to see Guy leaning over his desk. "The trials are always popular, for three reasons. Obviously, if you get into the team then you get to miss normal lessons and play football, which also means more time in the changing rooms. There's also the coaches tactics which are very popular."
Kayden looked to Scott, who had a puzzled expression on his face. "What? Does he tell you to grab their balls or something?"
Guy's look was stony, "did he tell you already?"
Kayden remembered the manager of his local team telling him the same. It seemed a good tactic to put them off during corners.
"What's the last reason?" This came from Seth, who sat a table to Kayden's left.
"Well..." Guy craned forwards another inch, "you think the guys at this school are hot. Just wait."
Kayden's studs clacked against the concrete as he walked with Joey, Seth and Jarrett, who had changed out of his tight shorts, over the hard play area and onto the field. He loved the feel of the bouncy ground, the swish of the grass as he dragged his feet.
He looked across to the cones that had already been set up for the trials. A number of boys were standing around, some stretching. Among them he spotted a few he knew.
Harry was there looking gingerly around. Aaron and Casey were there along with David, Ellis and Enzo. Jason, Kai and Michael were hurriedly talking in a huddle. Noah was doing laps around the pitch, and Nathan and Luca were together as always. There was at least twenty other boys from the other two classes as well.
"There's fourteen places right?" Kayden asked.
Jarrett nodded, "for the A-team, yeah. Otherwise it's the B-team, and they only get a few matches a year."
"You'll be fine," Joey said to Kayden. "I'll be happy in the B-team."
They made it to the main group, and Kayden now had the chance to scan the faces of the fellow trialists.
Harry joined them, "hey." Then he flicked his eyes to his left, Kayden turned his head to follow the movement. His gaze was met with an icy stare that made his spine tingle.
Standing in his orange Netherlands kit, and bright pink football boots was Alex. His steely glare flicking between Kayden and Jarrett.
Kayden felt a lump in the back of his throat. He was going to have to watch out.
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