This story is set in a completely fictional world with its own rules. It is merely an exploration of a fantasy of mine. The ages of the characters are up to my readers imaginations. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!
Chapter 4: The Rules
There was a powerful current of nervous tension thrumming in the air as Nigel and Tony presented themselves at the office of the school's headmistress, Mrs Montagu-Thomas, at 2 a.m. after being caught in a very deeply sexual moment by her in the school's showers. Both boys were uneasy, glancing worriedly at one another and down at the floor while the headmistress regarded them with flinty grey eyes that seemed to drill right through their skulls. Her face was a study in neutrality however and her posture gave little away. Eventually she cleared her throat and indicated with a simple gesture that the boys should take a seat in front of her desk on two relentlessly straight backed chairs, keeping them in an upright position. There was another pause as though she wwas gathering herself before her clipped, upper class tones cut into the room's quiet. "I must say I am rather surprised at your actions, boys. I was definitely not expecting to find you in such a compromising position quite so quickly. School has only been in session for a week and you have clearly become quite familiar with one another."
Nigel risked a green eyed glance at Tony who quirked his eyebrow up a fraction as he quickly glanced back. The headmistress continued speaking coolly. "I am not reprimanding you for your sexual activity or your orientation because I accept those unreservedly. I am telling you that we have rules for such things and I believe that, having discovered your clear mutual attraction, it is time you learned about them."
Her gaze moved from one boy's face to the other before she went on. "If you are sexually active, you require an STI test. Once you are given the all clear, you must maintain your discretion. You are free to be openly gay, free to express your relationship openly at school and I will deal most harshly with any homophobia. However your sexual activities must stay between you two. People may infer what they will, but I think you both realize why we can't have you discussing your sexual relationship publicly."
There was a look of dismay on Nigel's delicate face but Mrs Montagu-Thomas gave him a smile. "I'm not done yet, Nigel. You are free to continue your sexual activity. However I do want you to realize that sex in the school's communal showers at 1 a.m. is not something which I can condone. If you do want to do so, I will require you to use the shower in my quarters."
Now both youths stared in wide-eyed amazement at her. She laughed at their incredulity. "I would much rather you do that then get caught in the showers by the other lads. Ideally you would be allowed to openly let others know of your sexual activity, but failing that I would prefer that we have an understanding about it. I abhor people sneaking about clandestinely and being forced to hide themselves. Under the circumstances, at least I can act as a resource and someone with whom you can be honest."
She continued in precise tones. "You may be sexually active in your room but do try to keep the...erm...volume down. I don't want you interrupting anyone's sleep. After all, I am sure they're all extending the same courtesy to you, at least those who are in a similar boat. Now have you any questions for me?"
It was Nigel who spoke first. "I've just one question for you, Headmistress. Wny are you giving us a break?"
The angular, immaculate woman smiled a surprisingly wistful smile. "Let us just say that I understand what its like to be young and in love. I know what happens when a love is denied us. I will spare you the maudlin details but suffice to say I was forced to abandon someone when I was much younger due to various pressures. Ever since then I have resolved to help young people like you."
Tony smiled warmly back. "Thanks, Mrs. Montagu-Thomas. We'll stick to the rules, won't we, Nige?"
The fine-featured youth nodded his acquiescence as well and the headmistress gave them a sharp nod. "Enough said. Go back and get some sleep. Please do actually try to sleep though, boys."
The next day, bleary eyed and considerably less than bushy-tailed, Tony and Nigel rolled out of bed. They had shared Tony's bed and had slept naked. Despite many hard ons that both lads had been tempted to satiate with one another, eventually exhaustion triumphed. Each of them separately wandered down to shower and then met back in their room.
Nigel's emerald gaze met Tony's deep hazel eyes. "So do you think we ought to let people know that we're boyfriends?"
Tony chewed on his lower lip for a while. "Well I s'pose it'd be alright. Better just let 'em all see that we're together now, save ourselves waiting."
There was a certain radiance to the pretty crimson-haired boy's smile. "Want to walk out to the cafeteria holding hands?"
There was delight written on the more muscled Tony's handsome features. "I do! I really do!"
As they walked into the bustling cafeteria, the two boys linked hands, fingers intertwined. Many boys turned to watch them but after the stern talking to that the headmistress had given at the start of term, none of them said anything. A few of the gazes were envious and a few more were full of lust. Sensing no extreme negativity, Nigel and Tony stood straighter and advanced with a certain amount of pride to their table.
In a few minutes, it was as if nothing had happened. The pair sat and ate their breakfast side by side, pressed into each other gently. A few of the bolder lads came and actually congratulated them on being brave. Of course, Nigel basked in this. He was a brash personality and as such he thrived on attention. Tony took it in stride, but was considerably less keen on it. That didn't mean he was any less fierce in how he squeezed Nigel's long-fingered hand in his when they walked back out again.
Later the two of them locked their door and wasted no time in sliding out of their clothing, firm and smooth teen bodies very quickly intertwining. Both lads were almost immediately hard, their cocks rising and filling, swollen heads flaring and foreskins retracting as their penises began to throb and ooze clear precum as they lay, on their sides, facing each other. Each lad reached out a strong, warm hand for the other's stiff and warm erection. Tony slid Nigel's silky cockhead around in his hand while Nigel ran his delicate touch up and down the towering solidity of Tony's thick, long cock and wrapped his fingers around it to massage it. Both moaned softly and leaned in to kiss, tongues touching and sliding together, before mouths opened and eager explorations began in earnest.
As they kissed, Tony's easy muscularity allowed him to shift them both, easily lifting and placing Nigel where he wanted him. The lean, graceful and sparely muscled body of the crimson-haired boy was under Tony's more powerfully muscled, sculpted but youthful form with its long torso and powerful legs. Their stiff, leaking cocks were lined up now and Tony pressed down, grinding his thick penis against Nigel's own throbbing cock where the blood-engorged head was a stark contrast with the pale, blue-veined skin of his shaft. Nigel let out a whimper and arched up, his lean abs flexing and his sharp hip bones pressing into Tony's own narrow waist as the powerful thighs of the boy on top flexed, his own hard abs moving in rhythmic waves as they slid together.
There was so much natural lubrication that they slipped off one another a few times but eventually they established a pattern of wriggling, writhing thrusts that caused their throbbing cocks to slip and grind against one another. The sensations were intense as the powerful scent of teenage arousal filled the air with musk. Those two bodies like beautiful sculptures of silken flesh, hard muscle and desire moved in unison, flat abs flexing and Tony's firm, round ass flexed and loosened while under him Nigel's slim body rose up, driven by thighs that again had all their muscles well-defined.
Mouths met in wet, melting kisses as their tongues slid and jabbed. Each boy tasted unique and they revelled in one another's flavour as they moved against each other. There was the wet sloppy sound of their precum as it pooled and soaked both of their hard penises in a oozing film. Their bodies began moving faster, harder while Tony guided their cocks with one hand now wrapped around both shafts, forming a tight tunnel of wetness for both of them to move into. It was all that either of them could do not to moan in deep pleasure at the plethora of sensations coursing through them.
Their hard bodies flexed and shuddered now as their motions grew faster and more erratic, a haze of pleasure filling their minds as their two stiff cocks rubbed against each other faster and faster. Tony's arms were helping him piston against the crimson-haired boy under him, each muscle flexing and moving. His thighs were sculptural with each muscle standing out hard. Under him, Nigel's pale skin was flushed around his throat and chest as his balls crept up. His lover's were doing the same as the arousal began to reach a shuddering, intense climax. They gave a few more spasmodic thrusts before each youth's balls were tight against them and splattering ropes of steaming cum flew from each of their swollen cockheads. The flow was copious and thick, splattering up faces and chests. They were both gasping and softly moaning as orgasm rippled through them and left them both sweaty, stinking of desire and sex.
Later again, they'd both showered (separately) and were laying together in Nigel's bed. Nothing was said but there was a deep sense of peace that radiated from each of them. Everything felt as if it could stay this way forever, as if this moment would last until they ceased to exist.