KEITH:

    During my grandson's first couple of days on Stag Meadow Lane, Dennis didn't make much of an effort to talk to me, much less get to know the rest of the neighborhood. So I was very pleasantly surprised to receive a text from Dennis while I was at the supermarket on the penultimate day of the year, saying he was going to hang out at the neighbors' house. Somehow, Dennis had met Finn – one of the three brothers who lived next door. I probably should've introduced the triplets to Dennis earlier; they were all the same age and would be going to school together soon.

    When I arrived back home from the store my house was empty, which meant Dennis was still at the neighbors' (at least I hoped so. Without a car, he couldn't get far around here). A couple of hours passed and just as I was starting to worry, my grandson made his reappearance.

    "Hey. So you met the triplets next door?" I asked Dennis, happy that we had something to talk about. 

    "Yeah," Dennis said dismissively. 

    "What did you guys do?" I persisted.

    "Play video games in their basement. I'm going up to my room now," my grandson announced with his back already turned to me.

    Disappointed that I was failing to make a connection with Dennis, I went on with my day. That evening, around 10:30, I was dozing off in front of the TV when I was suddenly awoken by Dennis loudly clearing his throat.

    "Is everything okay?" I jumped. I was surprised to see my grandson come into the family room at his own volition.

    "Yeah. What you watchin'?" he asked, standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The fact that he was trying to make smalltalk was downright shocking.

    "Oh just some silly holiday movie. You can change the channel if you want," I offered, sitting up straighter in my armchair.

    "Nah, it's fine," Dennis said, and he took a seat in the chair next to mine.

    For the next ten minutes, we watched the movie and I fought the temptation to ask Dennis, "Is there anything that you want?" His sudden decision to hang out with me seemed very out of the blue. Maybe he got bored of watching porn in his bedroom? When the movie was interrupted by a commercial break, Dennis turned to me and said,

    "Sooo, what do you know about the triplets next door?"

    "As much as any small-town principal knows about his students, I guess," I replied. "Mason is an excellent student, one of the best. And Wyatt's the athlete, really good at sports, especially football."

    "And what about Finn?" Dennis continued.

    "Finn is sort of the class clown, if you kids still use that term. He's very popular."

    "You mean, popular with girls?" my grandson asked suspiciously.

    "I don't know, I don't keep too close a track of my students' love lives. Although, if I'm not mistaken Mason has a boyfriend, a boy named Malik."

    "Mason has a boyfriend?" Dennis asked, sounding surprised.

    "Yes," I nodded, and then I switched to a more serious tone. "And I've heard from your mother that at your previous school you got in trouble for bullying other students, especially boys who were gay. I'll let you know there will be NONE of that at my school. If I hear of a single slur being used, you're going to get expelled and likely sent to that juvenile delinquent camp your parents have been eyeing."

    "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Dennis said in frustration, immediately standing up and striding out of the family room before the commercial break was even over.

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    The following day was New Year's Eve. As I fiddled around the house in the early afternoon, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I answered it to find Finn standing there with a big smile on his face. 

    "Hey, Principal Osborne. How are you?" he asked politely.

    "Good, thank you," I smiled back. "Just waiting for the holiday season to be over. You got any plans for tonight?" I asked the teen.

    "Kinda. My brothers and I are gonna hang out with a couple of friends in our basement. That's the reason I came over, actually. Is it okay if I invite Dennis to join us tonight?"

    "Is your mother going to be home during this party?" I inquired.

    "Yeah, she's gonna be upstairs with her boyfriend," Finn nodded.

    "And will there be any alcohol or drugs? You can be honest with me," I said, trying to sound stern yet friendly.

    "I… can't promise there won't be any beer," Finn said diplomatically. "But nothing stronger than that. And definitely no drugs, c'mon."

    "If that's the case, I can let Dennis come to your house tonight. But you need to keep an eye on him. And text me if he gets out of line."

    "Oookay. Is he here now?" Finn smiled again.

    "He's in his bedroom. You can go up if you want. First door on the right," I said, nodding my head toward the stairs. The young man disappeared up the stairs, and I heard the faint sound of a knock, and then the two boys greeting one another before the bedroom door shut again. I went back to washing dishes and cleaning the countertops, letting my mind wander and going over various work-related to-do lists, things that needed doing before the new semester started at school.

    Realizing it had been almost an hour since Finn had arrived, I started to get curious about what the two teenagers were doing up in Dennis's room. Probably just playing video games, or looking at TikToks or whatever the latest thing was. But my mind couldn't help but consider other, more troublesome possibilities. If they were smoking something, I'd probably smell it. But there were plenty of other ways to get high...

    Feeling concerned even though I had no real reason to, I grabbed my tablet and sat down in the living room. Brushing aside my last reservations – this was for Dennis's own good, after all – I opened up the camera app and brought up the feed for his bedroom. What I saw shocked me in ways I had definitely not expected.

    Both young men were on Dennis's bed, and neither of them had any clothes on. They were lying down, facing one another, and each teen was reaching over to stroke the other's cock. Their faces were a mix of excitement and mild amusement. Just like when I'd caught Dennis jerking off in his room shortly after he'd arrived, I felt a rush at the idea that I was spying on this interaction, watching the show that the two of them didn't even know they were putting on.

    Thinking about my grandson's sexuality, it suddenly made sense. I'd heard from Dennis's mom that he was hostile to some gay boys at his old school. Now, I realized he didn't do it because he hated gay guys: he did it because he WAS one, but he was still trying to hide it. I've known of other cases like that, although it wasn't as common now as back in the day when I first started working as a teacher. 

    While I pondered all of that, the two teens were getting more and more into it, their bodies inching closer together to allow for different angles on the stroking and touching that they were engaged in. Dennis didn't seem hesitant – there was no question in my mind that he was a very willing participant in this – but Finn seemed to have a little more confidence in what he was doing. I wondered how experienced he was. Growing up with two identical brothers, at least one of which was gay (Mason), who knew what the dynamics were over at the triplets' house. If I had to guess though, I'd say that converted basement of theirs probably saw all kinds of action.

    My hand was groping at my crotch before I was even conscious of it, and I again found myself a bit unsettled to have gotten aroused while spying on my grandson. However, the surge of guilt wasn't enough to make me stop, and I found myself gripping my cock through my pants at the same pace that the boys were stroking one another on the screen.

    I noticed Finn had a larger cock than Dennis, and it also seemed like he trimmed his pubes pretty short, just like I'd observed my grandson did. Back when I was a teen,  body hair maintenance wasn't even something on my radar, though I'd never been especially hirsute.

     There was sudden movement on the screen, and before I realized what was happening, Finn had slid lower down on the bed and taken Dennis's cock into his mouth. My grandson looked just as surprised as I was, and I stifled a laugh because I watched Dennis's lips frame the words "oh fuck!" just as I heard the faint, muffled exclamation echo from the stairway.

    I had no idea if this was my grandson's first time getting his cock sucked, but I could tell for a fact that this wasn't Finn's first time sucking cock. He was going at it like an expert, so much so that I could feel Dennis's intense arousal even over the video. Finn was really getting into it, taking my grandson's entire erection into his mouth and throat rapidly and repeatedly. He was clearly doing a great job, since Dennis was practically writhing around on the bed, his eyes closed and hands moving back and forth between Finn's head and his own body.

    Finn was furiously jerking his own cock as he sucked off my grandson, obviously enjoying what he was doing. My own self-groping had picked up its pace, and by now my hips were also gyrating slowly, so that I was more or less dry-humping my hand. Though at the moment, things didn't seem to be particularly dry inside my pants. I could feel my sensitive cockhead getting sticky as the fabric of my underwear was rubbed back and forth over it.

    When Dennis's face looked like he was getting ready to explode, I figured that was exactly what Finn was going for and he started sucking my grandson's cock even more vigorously. I could tell when Dennis started cumming, since he suddenly tensed up and stopped gesticulating around. His expression got both dreamy and focused and I could see Finn's throat swallowing over and over. A few seconds later, I watched a spray of jizz burst out of the end of Finn's dick, all over part of Dennis's leg and most of the duvet that was at that end of the bed.

    The sight of Finn – one of my students – swallowing a load of cum while blasting one of his own was too much for me, and I began to fill the front of my briefs with a hefty load of my own. Releasing the grip on my crotch and enjoying the moment caused me to let out an especially loud moan. Closing my mouth quickly as if to cut off the sound as fast as possible, I glanced down at the two young men displayed on my tablet screen. They had no reaction to my yelp. Either I wasn't as loud as I thought, or they were too caught up in what they were doing to notice.

    I watched Dennis grab a towel from his floor and toss it to Finn, who did his best to clean up the mess he'd made. I turned off the screen and I put down the tablet, awkwardly walking to my bedroom with a wet load inside my briefs. As I cleaned myself up and changed clothes, I wondered what all might happen at that New Year's Eve party in the triplets' basement tonight.​

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