Half Term at Kingswood

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Half-Term at Kingswood ----------------------

Day 7 -----

Friday 25 October 2019

Chris woke up feeling the most content he had felt since coming to the school eight weeks ago. Back home, with his seven brothers and sisters, waking up with a full bed was the norm, not through a lack of beds, quite the opposite, everyone except his six-year-old twin brothers had individual bedrooms. It was simply a regular occurrence that one or more siblings would find their way into bed with the others. It was where Chris had gained his penchant for cuddling and his aversion to being alone.

Barely a morning had passed since coming to the school that Chris had woken up alone, but this was the first time he had experienced such an abundance of 'not alone'. He was still cuddled up to Mr Beecham, while Kyle was spooning against his back, his legs intertwined with both Casey and Benji who were sleeping on the opposite side of the makeshift sleep area.

It was when he let out a slow, steady sigh of sheer contentment that he opened his eyes. He was clearly not the first to awake, he could see Benji's eyes were also open as he lay there enjoying the peaceful moment with his boyfriend at his side. A quick glance up revealed Owen (aka Mr Beecham) was awake too. The man smiled at him.

Chris smiled back, but then remembered what he had experienced the previous night, when the boy on the teacher's other side had jerked him off. Chris glanced at Bran, who was still sound asleep, then back to the teacher, giving a wry grin.

Owen looked momentarily nervous, but as Chris smiled and shrugged, it seemed the secret – which was becoming less secret by the day – was safe for now.

He glanced up, squinting a little as he looked directly at the light by mistake. "The power's back on?" Chris asked, though it was more a statement of surprise than an actual question.

"Yeah, `bout an hour ago. Gabe went to start on breakfast," Owen replied.

Chris glanced to the space beside Casey where Gabe had slept and wondered if anything had happened between the two, though his morning wood may have been slightly influencing his train of thought. While his cuddling up to the teacher the night before had been entirely innocent, seeking both warmth and comfort, Chris was finding it increasingly hard not to be conscious of the muscular torso he was resting on.

It didn't help that Kyle, asleep at his rear, was poking him in the butt with his own erection. Not that Chris wanted anything up his butt. It was something he had thought about... usually while pleasuring himself. He had played with himself down there, even poked the tip of a finger in a few times, but that was as far as his experimentation had gone.

'Butt stuff', as he called it, still felt way out of his league. As developed as he was compared to some of his dorm-mates, and considering his burgeoning relationship, butt stuff still seemed a very serious business. Business for proper grown-ups in proper relationships... or at least ready for proper fun. Chris was happy playing with his developing cock and the cocks of his friends and maybe sucking occasionally.

As he lay nestled against Owen, he couldn't help remembering Bran jerking him off just a few hours earlier. He wondered if that was maybe their first time or if it was something that had been happening for years. Was it just jerking off, or had they ventured into the sordid realms of butt stuff too? He did feel just the briefest moment of jealousy. Owen was hot, at least, as hot as adults got in his mind. Generally they lacked appeal, but Owen was a rare exception and Bran had apparently bagged him.

The jealousy was quickly replaced with a pang of guilt. Cuddled up behind him was Kyle, the boy who had changed in the space of a week from cute casual acquaintance to... what? Was he his boyfriend now? Surely the amount they kissed at least pushed them close to that, but did he want that? Was having a boyfriend a bit like the butt stuff – best left until he was older? And if he did want a boyfriend, did he want it to be Kyle?

He knew he would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about his best friend, Danny, on more than one occasion when he had been with Kyle. Danny just wanted to be friends though, that was what he had said, repeatedly!

As Chris lay there, he realised he had let his calm moment of contentment turn into something substantially less fun, so he did his best to clear his mind and focus on the good. He was cuddled against a sexy man. He had a wonderful friend behind him who would kiss him the moment he was awake. He had a group of friends around him and another full day of half-term to enjoy. And just like that, his smile returned.

Happy to have light, heating and, most importantly, hot water, the boys had eagerly rushed off en masse to the shower room once they were all awake. While showering had been the intention when they left the dorm, in the few seconds it took to walk along the hallway, other ideas had crept in. Dusty had been left out once again, but didn't seem to mind, as Eric and Benji vanished into a cubicle in one corner of the room, Chris and Kyle in another, while Casey and Bran had taken a third, ignoring the crude remarks from the others as they did so.

"You so know they think we're fucking!" Bran said as he hung his towel on the door.

Casey shrugged. "They might not be wrong!" Casey said, looking the naked teen up and down hungrily. "I still haven't cum since that fucking game yesterday!"

"Me neither," Bran replied, his cock stiffening both from the sight of Casey with the warm water flowing down his body and from the memory of the previous day's `Sexlympics' edging.

"Well we could... fix that!" Casey said, taking hold of Bran's cock.

Bran let out a low moan as he leaned against Casey's muscular frame. "Ugh, I don't think I've ever said no before, especially not to someone as..." he paused, looking Casey up and down, "Damn! But still..."

"It's a no. Fair enough," Casey said, giving the stiff cock a final stroke before letting go. "Saving yourself for you-know-who?" Even though their voices were lowered, the others were several cubicles away and the sound was muffled by the multiple showers running, he still thought it best not to say such a sensitive name aloud.

"Mmm-huh!" Bran said, nodding as he let his hand slide down Casey's chest and onto his abs. "So are you saving yourself for... your own you-know-who or..."

"Fuck no. Go for it!" Casey said eagerly.

Rather than embracing the invitation, Bran let his hand drop away, looking thoroughly disheartened. "You're not... going there then?"

Casey sighed, momentarily tilting his head under the shower. He ran his hand through his hair to strain most of the water away as he said, "No, he's made it pretty clear it's not gonna happen. I'm not gonna turn into some lovestruck moron over him!"

Bran smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Casey sighed and said, "Fine, I'm not gonna turn into some lovestruck moron any more than I already have. Better?"

"Much!" Bran said with a snigger, then let his hand explore the muscular body once more. "Ya know, for what it's worth, I think he's an idiot for turning you down!"

"Thanks," Casey said, shaking his head. The half-smile suggested he didn't really believe the flattery.

"Hey, I mean it!" Bran said, grabbing Casey's chin and forcing eye contact. "If I wasn't with... you-know-who and you weren't, like, six bajillion miles out of my league..."

"What? Shut up!" Casey immediately interjected. "I'm not out of anyone's league!"

"Oh sure, the tall, sexy, muscular, intelligent, handsome ones are fair game for any old troll!" Bran said with a self-deprecating smirk.

"I mean, thanks, but... Bran, that's..." Casey said, a little saddened despite the compliments. "Do you think that much of me or that little of yourself?"

Bran shrugged. "Bit of both I s'pose. I wasn't, like, fishing for pity or anything!"

"Ya know, I get this a lot!" Casey said, looking somewhat perturbed. "I know I've bulked up. A lot!"

"Yeah ya have!" Bran said, grabbing a pec in each hand.

Casey chuckled, but pulled the hands away. "But I'm still the same... nerdy, wimpy kid underneath I've always been! I mean, we've known each other for how long now?"

"I guess I didn't really know ya til that first half term of Year 8 for me, so... 3 years!" Bran said, smiling at the memory.

"Exactly. And if I wasn't out of your league then, why would I be now?" Casey asked. It had been a constant source of annoyance for him. He had really started to grow at the beginning of Year 11 and he had started using the gym to make sure it was the right kind of bulk he was gaining, but he immediately began to notice people's reactions to him changing.

"Yeah, that's my point!" Bran said with a nod. "Even back then, you were..." He stopped himself, blushing a little. "Look, we're... we're being honest here so... back then... I had the biggest crush on you!"

"Seriously?" Casey asked, grinning. "You never... why didn't you say something?"

"Well because of the whole 'outta my league' thing. Come on, keep up, has your brain turned to muscle too?" Bran teased, mostly to avoid the actual point.

Casey ignored the insult and pulled Bran into a hug. "For what it's worth, I thought you were still kinda cute, even back then!"

"Kinda?" Bran asked, pulling away, faking a scandalised look.

Casey chuckled. "Hey, be glad. I'm saying you've got better with age!"

"That makes two of us!" Bran replied, once again caressing the naked torso. "Now, whadda you say we finally get you a little relief!"

"Fuck yeah!" Casey said happily as Bran squatted down and took his cock into his mouth. "Mnnnf! Damn, ugh, that's good!" he grunted, one hand grasping at the top of the cubicle door.

Bran eagerly worked Casey's meaty cock, sliding it into his mouth from base to tip over and over, occasionally stopping to stroke the shaft and massage his hefty balls.

"Fuck, this won't take long!" Casey moaned.

Bran pulled the cock from his mouth, looked up and said, "I'm taking that as a compliment!"

"Ugh, take it any way... you like..." Casey moaned as the sucking resumed, "Just so long as.... mnnnf.... you take it!"

Bran briefly considered slowing down and teasing Casey with a little edging, but figured it might result in violence, so he continued, casually playing with his own rigid cock. His determination to 'save it' for Owen waning by the second.

"Oh God, I'm.... ughhhhh!" Casey moaned as his nuts tightened and he blew his first shot so hard into Bran's mouth he was actually surprised it didn't choke him.

Bran pulled the convulsing cock from his mouth and held the cock to his face as it spurted out glob after glob of thick white seed. By the time Casey stopped gasping, Bran's face was well-and-truly painted. He stood, grinning, and asked, "How do I look?"

"Fucking hot!" Casey said. He leaned in and began licking his own spunk from the other teen's face, greedily gobbling down every drop. The final dribble was on Bran's lips, so he ran his tongue across them, then paused, their gaze fixed. They remained staring into each other for a moment before Casey leaned in and kissed him, delicately but with a definite force of passion, though it only lasted a few seconds.

They smiled at each other. The kiss could have been more, could have been a start, but instead in silent agreement it was nothing more than a bond of their shared half-term experience.

Owen ventured cautiously into the shower room. He glanced around the room, wondering where all of the boys were and what was taking so long, though he immediately had his suspicions. "If I'm correct..." he called out, "There are seven of you in here, but only four cubicles in use! Anyone care to explain?"

"We're saving water!" Bran called back.

"It's good for the environment!" Benji added.

"We're responsible like that!" Kyle joined in.

"You see our generation actually cares about the planet!" Eric chimed in.

"Are you saying it would be better to waste water, Sir?" Casey asked.

"If you want to save water too, you're welcome to join us!" Chris called out, getting laughter from the other co-occupied cubicles.

Dusty suddenly emerged from his cubicle, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Some of us just came in here to shower!" he called out petulantly, making the others laugh even more.

"Well hurry up, breakfast's ready!" Owen called out, shaking his head. "And at the moment, Dustin's eating for seven!"

"Nooooo!" several of the boys yelled at once.

Smiling, Owen knew he had pushed exactly the right button to speed the boys up. He waited outside the shower room and the boys eventually exited in the pairs they had been showering in, with Chris and Kyle first to emerge, then Eric and Benji, then Bran and Casey last out.

The two eldest students had just walked out when Owen said, in his most teacher-like voice, "Brandon, could we have a word?" He was leaning on the balustrade, overlooking the large entrance foyer.

Casey struggled to keep a straight face as he gave Bran a brief moment of side-eye before continuing on alone to the dorm.

"Yes Sir?" Bran answered, loud enough that he knew it would likely make Casey snigger.

Owen sighed heavily as the teen turned and approached him. He had his towel wrapped around his waist, slung so low there was a hint of pubes protruding from the top. He had not dried off at all yet and his slender torso was peppered with little droplets of water, his treasure trail darkened and the small tufts of hair in his pits more visible than usual as he raised a hand to brush his wet hair away from his forehead.

"Chris knows about us!" Owen hissed.

Bran smirked at the thought of the Year 7 boy. He seemed almost as attracted to the teacher as Bran was himself, and being the absolute horny little perv he was, he could only imagine how the knowledge had begun to influence the younger boy's imagination.

"It's not funny. Too many other people know about this. It's... dangerous!" Owen said, keeping his voice low but the urgency in his tone still more than apparent.

Bran looked suddenly a little sheepish. "Sorry. I didn't tell him," he said meekly.

"I know, it was last night, when you..." Owen stopped, looking round nervously. "You know!"

Bran chuckled again at the thought of jerking the man off while they were all together in the dorm. The smile quickly dropped as he got a glare from Owen. "And Casey just kinda guessed, I swear I didn't tell him!"

"Casey knows?" Owen exclaimed, eyes widened. "Dammit, this is... this so bad!"

"He won't tell anyone, we can trust him!" Bran insisted, then looked momentarily puzzled. "Wait, if you didn't know about Casey, who else knows? So said people know, as in... more than one people... erm... person!"

It was Owen's turn to look awkward. He glanced around again and said, "Gabriel!"

"Did he see last night too?" Bran asked, still caught somewhere between worry and amusement.

Owen briefly considered lying. It would have been a perfect explanation and let him off the hook, but he thought better of it and confessed, "No, I... told him!"

"Wait, so you're here having a go at me for people knowing and you're going round just telling people!" Bran exclaimed, sounding more annoyed than he actually was.

"I'm not having a go, Bran, I'm just... I don't think you get how scared I am of the wrong people finding out!" Owen said, his voice a little strained. The man actually looked close to tears as he spoke.

"It's okay," Bran said reassuringly. He wanted to hug Owen, but aside from being wet, he knew such obvious contact in such a visible place would likely panic him more. Instead, he just placed his hand on Owen's. "We could tell all of the guys here and I promise, not one of them would ever say a word to anyone. I'd bet my life on it!"

Owen smiled weakly and nodded, turning his hand over to allow his fingers to interlink with Bran's. "That's sweet, but realistically it's my life you'd be betting!"

"True," Bran said, nodding. "But I'd still trust them, even with your life! That's how much I trust these guys. You know I'd never hurt you!"

"I do," Owen said, squeezing Bran's hand just a little.

"Unless you're into that," Bran said, sniggering as Owen shook his head. The laugh quickly stopped as he shuddered. "Damn, I think... I kinda like that idea!"

"Clearly!" Owen said, raising an eyebrow as he nodded to the growing bulge in the teen's towel. "Now you need to go before I rip that towel off of you and do you right here!" He saw Bran about to say something and quickly added, "Wait, you'd enjoy that too. So just go!"

Bran laughed, gave the man's hand a quick squeeze then let go, heading off towards the dorm.

After the previous day's rain and the night spent in close proximity to each other, the boys happily headed outside once breakfast was over. They had quickly split up to just enjoy the renewed sense of freedom but ended up reconvening over at the Sports Complex mid-morning where a couple of games had broken out – mainly Basketball and Football – nothing too intense or structured. The boys mainly just messed around, enjoying the cool, clear morning that can only follow a really good storm.

They had all been quite upbeat as they headed back into the Dining Room for lunch until Gabe happened to mention that it was the last lunch he would be serving them as a group. The following day, students would begin returning to school so lunch would return to the main Dining Hall. It was a rather sudden and unwelcome reminder that the boys' time together was coming to an end soon.

"Maybe we should... like... make plans to hang out or something, ya know, once school resumes!" Kyle suggested.

The older students exchanged glances and chuckled. It wasn't a mocking laugh, more just a mutual moment of amusement over a familiar sensation.

"What?" Kyle asked in response, shrinking a little in his seat.

"Well... that just won't happen!" Bran explained.

Casey nodded his agreement, sensing the need to take over as Bran shovelled food into his mouth. "Don't take it personally because it's really not, but... after this week us – as in this exact group – we'll never hang out again."

"Why not?" Chris asked, looking unsure whether he should be offended or upset.

Casey shrugged. "Like I said, it's not personal, it's just how it is!" As Bran swallowed, Casey non-verbally tagged the other boy back in and filled his own mouth.

"I'm pretty much the school's expert on half-term. I've stayed for more of them than anyone else in the school," Bran explained, somehow managing to look both proud of and upset by the declaration. "So trust me on this. We can have the best of intentions, but once your mates are all back and you're back to classes and clubs and all your day-to-day soap-opera drama, yes I mean you Year 7s..." He got a laugh from the table, "You'll barely even have time to think about the randos you spent half-term with. And when you do, and you start thinking 'let's all hang out', you will absolutely never find a time where we're all free at once!"

The room fell silent aside from the quiet noises of eating as they all took in Bran's explanation.

"That's... pretty damn depressing!" Eric said with a sigh. He wanted to disagree with it, but he had to admit there was a definite truth to it. He had only stayed at the school for one other half-term break and he had never even thought about meeting up with the other boys he had spent it with.

"Look, we're not saying we won't be mates and stuff," Casey explained, comfortingly grabbing Chris' hand beside him as the boy looked to be taking it hard. "But despite the fact we all live in the same building, we may as well live in entirely different worlds."

The air in the room suddenly felt very heavy as the unwelcome reality check sunk in. Chris glanced round, shook his head and said, "I just need to know one thing..." he requested, getting everyone's attention. "If I see you round the school, will I be allowed to give you a hug?" He grinned broadly.

Everyone laughed at the absolute Chris-ness of the request.

Casey grabbed the boy in a tight bear hug and said happily, "Chris-hugs are welcome any time!"

As much as the boys tried to embrace the 'enjoy the last day' spirit, the lunchtime conversation had made that hard for most of them to manage. They visited the pool together again in the afternoon, something that had become one of the highlights of their week, played a few more team games and eventually headed into the Dining Room for a wonderful dinner prepared by Gabe. It had all the makings of a lovely day, but the mood and energy both remained low.

As the meal was ending, Gabe approached Casey and asked quietly, "D'you wanna help me clear up?"

"Ooh, I'll help too!" Dusty called out, always eager to be helpful.

"Kind of you to offer, bud, but... erm... I think you should leave them to it!" Owen said, placing a hand on Dusty's shoulder as he smiled at the awkward look on Gabe's face.

Gabe shot the young teacher an appreciative look as the other boys got up to leave, saying polite thank-yous to Gabe as they departed.

The room fell silent, aside from the occasional clink of glasses as they were collected, or plates being stacked to carry through to the kitchen. As they made their way to the door, Gabe paused and said "Oh, just checking," as he looked Casey up and down.

"Checking what?" Casey asked shyly.

"That you were still dressed. I thought you may think the kitchen is clothing-optional after the other night!" Gabe said

Casey sniggered reluctantly and shook his head. "You're such a dick!" he said in mock annoyance.

"True dat!" Gabe said, nodding a little as he led the way, putting the stack of dishes next to the sink-full of soapy water he had prepared, gesturing for Casey to put down the tray of glasses beside them. They headed back out to get the last few bits, once again in silence.

"So.... did you want to talk or am I just free labour?" Casey asked, unsure he actually wanted whatever conversation was coming his way.

"What do you want?" Gabe asked softly.

"Well I'd rather talk, but I'm happy to help!" Casey answered.

Gabe sniggered. "Sorry, my bad. That WAS me talking. I... Casey, I don't know what it is you want from me!"

"Oh!" Casey replied, blushing a little at his mistake and slightly taken aback by the comment.

"Because I know your thoughts on relationships. I don't know if he was meant to or allowed to, but Paul talked to me about it, about how opposed you are to dating here at school," Gabe explained as they headed back into the kitchen once again. "And if that's how you feel, then that must mean you're only pursuing me for... for what? A quick lay? To say you bagged your mentor's mentor? I just... Casey, I'm just confused, that's all."

Casey wasn't sure what to say, or more accurately, he wasn't sure what words he could put together to express the feelings that had grown over the week. He wasn't searching for a way to declare his undying love, that wasn't what this was, he was already fairly sure of that. He knew what it wasn't, he now just had to try and figure out what it was! He tried to answer a few times as Gabe stared at him expectantly, but in the end he just shook his head.

"Okay," Gabe said, sensing the teen's silence was not intentional. "You wash, I'll dry!" he said, gesturing to the sink.

Casey nodded and reached for the pile of dishes.

"Glasses first!" Gabe immediately advised. "Before the water gets dirty, otherwise you end up with streaks!"

Casey smiled, grabbing the glasses instead. "They teach you that at medical school?" he asked with a snigger.

"Hnnh, no!" Gabe answered. "I didn't get a free ride, I worked hard to pay my way through Uni. Worked in a lot of kitchens and pubs. You think they gave me this job on good looks alone?"

"I mean... it's Kingswood, would that really be a surprise?" Casey asked coyly.

Gabe smirked and nodded. "Yeah, fair point!"

"What's it like?" Casey asked, then realised how vague the question was and clarified, "Leaving this place, I mean. Going out into the world!"

The question caught Gabe a little off-guard. His sigh gave most of his answer, but he finished it with, "I came back!"

"That's what scares me!" Casey said sadly. Gabe just stared back at him, waiting for him to go on. "I'm in Year 12 and it's already going quick. Then it's just Year 13 to go and... I'm gone!"

Gabe nodded his understanding.

"It's weird when I go home," Casey explained. "Well, it's not really home, this place is, but when I go back to my parents' house and see my old friends, they're all hating it. They either hate their teachers, or they're... being bullied... or just hating school for whatever reason and I'm sat there thinking 'I fucking love Kingswood'. And I do, I love it here. I get to... I get to be me, I got to.... to discover who me even is... and I've got..." he paused and sighed, "Seriously, it's like having two hundred brothers and best friends, most of whom will happily have sex with you if you just ask and... how can real life follow this? How can... leaving here ever be a good thing? Who would ever want to?" He realised he was ranting and forced himself to stop. "Sorry, I just... I don't know where this has come from!"

"It's okay," Gabe said, moving close and stroking his arm.

"Actually, that's not true. I know where it came from. It came from you!" Casey said, accusingly.

"Me? What did I do?" Gabe asked, confused.

"Like you said... you came back!" Casey said, his tone a little more even-tempered this time. Gabe still looked lost. "D'you know what it was like seeing you again? It was like I was that new Year 7 kid all over again, like when we first met! Between that and.... and freaking out about leaving here, it... it all... messed with my head!"

"Oh shit!" Gabe said, smirking more than he meant to. "You're sixteen and you're having a mid-life crisis!"

"Fuck off!" Casey retorted sharply. He frowned for a moment and then said, "Maybe... maybe I am a bit!"

"So is that... why you're after me? Trying to... I dunno, reclaim your time here? Am I your ridiculous sporty car or whatever bullshit middle-aged guys do during actual mid-life crisiseses... crisises...crisis?"

"Crises," Casey said with a snigger. "And no, that's not what you are. I mean, yeah, okay I think all of that's maybe part of it, but at the same time... I genuinely had... or have... feelings for you but I never wanted to act on them cos, I don't want another reason to be sad when I leave here. I don't want relationships!"

"Okay," Gabe said. He had felt a slight flutter in his stomach when the teen confessed he had feelings, but it fell still once again with the final comment.

"Except I do!" Casey said, sounding a little distressed. "I think! I don't know. This week has twisted things, seeing Eric and Benji get back together and seeing... whatever's starting with Chris and Kyle and then the thing with Bran and..." He stopped, eyes wide.

"And Mr Beecham!" Gabe said, putting Casey visibly at ease for almost revealing the secret.

"You know too?" Casey asked. Gabe just nodded. "Yeah, so... seeing all of that going on and... I dunno, feeling all... twisty... I dunno, it's kinda made me think, 'What if I'm wrong?' and, like, 'Maybe relationships can be fun, even if they're not forever.' I dunno, I think about being with you and it makes me..."

"Untwisty?" Gabe offered wryly.

Casey chuckled and nodded. "See, I know you said no and I respect that. I'm not... saying this to try and make anything happen, it's just... I miss having a mentor. If Paul was still here, I'd be telling him all of this! I just... don't know what I want!"

"Dry your hands!" Gabe said, tossing Casey a towel. "And look at me!"

Casey did as instructed and turned to face Gabe, placing the towel down, not quite sure what was coming.

"I want you to look at me. I want you to think carefully," Gabe explained. "Right now, just me and you here, what would you rather do... kiss me or fuck me?"

Casey looked the young man up and down a couple of times. "Any chance I could pick option 3?"

"And what's that?" Gabe asked, having only offered two choices.

"A hug!" Casey said, his voice cracking just a little.

Gabe moved instantly to grab the boy in his arms, feeling his muscular arms gripping him in response. Casey was rigidly tense, but as he stood in Gabe's arms, he began to relax. Neither of them spoke, they simply stood holding each other for a couple of minutes.

"This is nice," Casey eventually whispered.

"Yeah it is," Gabe agreed. "Are you okay?"

Casey pulled back a little. He kept his arms around Gabe, but moved far enough to look him in the eye. "Ask me again!" he demanded.

"Ask you... oh!" Gabe exclaimed, confused momentarily. "Would you rather kiss me or..."

Casey's lips silenced the second option as he leaned in and kissed Gabe. It was gentler than Gabe had thought the muscular teen was capable of, as if merely testing for a response, scared of the answer he may get.

Gabe's response was given by his lips parting, his tongue sliding momentarily across Casey's lips until his mouth opened to and their tongues met. Both let out a contented sigh that was so perfectly synchronised that it made them both snigger, almost strongly enough to force their kiss apart, but neither was ready to end the embrace just yet.

Casey had kissed his fair share of boys over the years, usually as a dare, a forfeit or simply in the heat of passion during sex, but this was a wholly new sensation. Not physically, though Gabe's neatly-trimmed facial hair did tickle in an exciting new way. There was something more to this. Casey had no idea what it was, what it meant or where it would lead, all he knew was he liked it and now, just seconds in, already wanted it to go on forever.

Casey pulled away, Gabe's lips following momentarily, not wanting to separate but a hand on his chest held him back. "Wait," Casey gasped. "You... you said no. You said... that this was too risky, that you didn't want to risk losing it all!"

"I did," Gabe agreed.

"Are you just doing this for me?" Casey asked. He already missed Gabe's lips.

Gabe shook his head. "I'm doing it because I want to... and because you're worth the risk!"

That was all Casey needed to hear. He had no intention of trying to talk Gabe out of what was happening... or about to happen, and now his conscience was clear. He looked down at the hand he had placed on Gabe's chest and smiled, letting it slide sideways until it felt the slight bump of a nipple beneath his shirt. Gabe let out a low moan and Casey knew he was onto something, so he raised his other hand and found the other nipple.

"Oh fuck," Gabe muttered as he stood there letting the teen tease his nipples. He could feel his cock swelling and knew that Casey had to be able to feel it too. After all, he could feel the same happening in response. Their crotches pressed together, their thin layers of clothing sandwiched between the two rigid cocks.

The nipple teasing only lasted until Casey caught a glimpse of Gabe's bare chest as his kneading hands pulled the shirt enough to make a small slit of skin appear. He let out a muted whimper as he saw the chest hair that had fuelled so many of his wank fantasies back in Year 7. He had seen the seventeen-at-the-time Gabe shirtless and it was the first time he had seen a hairy chest on any of the boys in the school. Up until then, it had only been other boys closer to his age, all of whom were as hairless as he had been, so the sheer excitement of Gabe's modestly-hairy chest had burned its way into his mind.

With trembling hands, he began to unbutton the shirt, feeling a growing wet patch down below as more and more of Gabe's torso was revealed. He was still hairy, but it now covered a lot more of his body, though it was as neatly groomed as his facial hair. Almost hyperventilating, Casey finished unbuttoning the shirt and pushed the two sides apart, then lay a large hand flat onto each of Gabe's pecs. The sensation was equally thrilling to both participants based on the moans they uttered.

Prompted by his own exposure, Gabe reached down and grabbed Casey's t-shirt, peeling it upwards and watching with his breath held as the muscular torso was revealed. Just two nights earlier, Casey had stood in that same room naked and while Gabe had looked at him, he had resisted the urge to look too closely for fear of giving in to temptation. Now it was no longer just temptation, now it was an inevitability so he finally allowed himself to take it all in. Every muscle, every curve, every inch of smooth, flawless flesh. The tiny tuft of hair between the pecs and wispy hairs around the nipples, the trail leading down from his navel, it was mesmerising.

Their kissing resumed, this time accompanied by hands casually roaming each other's bodies, exploring, testing, finding the spots that made the other moan into their mouth. Their crotches continued to press together, both hard, both wet with excitement. Hands began to head south, grasping at each other's remaining clothes, undoing them in unison, pushing down trousers and underwear without ever breaking their embrace. They let their hands explore each other's cocks for a moment, both of them smearing pre-cum as they playfully stroked each other.

Eventually their kiss parted again, both staring deep into each other but both curious to look down and really see what they had going on down there. They grinned, waited a few seconds, then pulled apart and looked down.

"Fuck!" they both exclaimed at the sight of each other in full, naked and aroused glory.

Casey was big, very comfortably above average on both length and girth, the head large and slick with his own juices. Gabe was longer, easily an inch or so more than Casey, but slimmer too. Gabe's balls looked to be bigger than the teen's too, though it was hard to tell as Casey was unshaved and a little bushy, while Gabe's personal grooming seemed to have considered every inch of his slender torso.

"Are you sure you..." Casey didn't even get finish the question before Gabe's lips silenced him.

"Oh my God," Gabe said, shaking his head as he pulled out from the brief embrace. "No more fucking talking!"

"Deal!" Casey said happily, grabbing Gabe in another kiss. He pushed the young man back a little in his hungry ferocity until they were stopped by a workbench. Casey reached round, slid his hands down Gabe's back until they cupped his buttocks, then lifted him easily and plonked him into a sitting position on the metal table.

"Fuck that's cold!" Gabe yelled out, ending another kiss.

Casey chuckled, but forced himself to stop and said, "Don't make me laugh, I'm trying to be sexy!"

Gabe raised a hand and stroked it delicately through Casey's hair, looking dreamily into his eyes as he removed the younger man's glasses. "You really don't need to try!"

Casey didn't reply, but his cheeks flushed a little at the sincere compliment. Instead he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. The teasing through the shirt earlier had driven Gabe wild, so the tongue and lips now attacking one of the sensitive nubs literally took his breath away. As much as Casey wanted to continue, maybe give the other one a turn, the stimulation was making Gabe's cock throb and with each throb, pump out just a little more pre-cum until it was dribbling down the shaft.

Gabe toppled backwards as he felt Casey's tongue slide from shaft to tip, lapping up every drop of his excitement. The cold of the worktop as he propped himself up on his elbows suddenly seemed to bother him less as his cock was sucked into the teen's eager mouth.

Casey happily pleasured the lengthy cock for a few minutes, resisting the urge to play with his own cock for fear of cumming too quickly. As he released the tool, he licked back down again, but this time continued, flicking his tongue back and forth across Gabe's smooth sack a few times, then further down still. He grabbed the man's legs and lifted them, spreading them at the same time to expose his hole, all while Gabe just watched on excitedly from above.

Gabe dropped his head back, eyes closed and let out a whimper of pure pleasure as Casey's tongue circled his hole, grabbing his own knees to hold his legs back and allow the boy to continue pleasuring him.

"I wanna fuck you!" Casey growled between licks.

"And I wanna let you," Gabe whispered back, but reached out one of his hands to place on Casey's shoulder, prompting him to look up. "But not here, not now." He looked round the kitchen. "I want our first time to be... nicer!" He was worried Casey might disagree or be upset, so it was quite a relief when he saw the younger man smile.

"First time? So there's gonna be more than one?" Casey asked, standing and replacing his tongue with a finger in teasing Gabe's hole.

"If that's... what you want!" Gabe said, surprised at how nervous he felt over the implied question.

"It is. It absolutely fucking is!" Casey said with total confidence. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of Gabe's neck with his free hand and pulled him up a little so they could kiss once more.

Gabe was completely lost in the mix of sensations. The strong hand tightly holding the back of his neck and caressing his hairline, the finger slowly working its way into his hole, the lips pressed passionately against his own while their tongues danced. It was intoxicatingly exciting and was slowly urging him towards orgasm despite the complete absence of direct contact with his cock.

"If you don't make me cum soon..." Gabe growled as his lips pulled back just enough to allow speech, though their foreheads remained pressed together.

"You'll what?" Casey asked with a snigger.

Gabe let out a playful whimper. "Yeah, I've got nothing!"

Casey chuckled, pecked Gabe quickly on the lips and stood up straight. "You cum... after I do!" He took a step back, releasing Gabe's neck and letting his finger ease out of the older man's hole. He could see Gabe looking him up and down hungrily, so he placed a hand on his chest, barely grazing himself with his fingertips, letting them drift downwards to his thigh while his other hand raised to run fingers through his own hair. "Like what you see?" Despite the obvious confidence of the muscular teen, the question brought with it a brief look of caution, of vulnerability. He had asked that same question two nights earlier in his attempt to seduce Gabe. It had not gone well.

Gabe stared back for a moment, not intentionally keeping Casey on edge, simply unsure of the right words. He settled for a silent nod as he hopped down from the bench, placing his hands back on Casey's chest, though they quickly slid down as he squatted, bringing the teen's rigid cock to eye level.

Casey's breath quickened as his cock began to disappear inside Gabe's mouth. As he felt a nose press into his bush, he let out a whimper and reached down to grab at Gabe. "Oh God, I'm... I'm gonna... unnnh!"

Gabe pulled back a bit, not enough to pull the cock out entirely, just enough to allow him to swallow Casey's load eagerly without choking. He continued to suck out every last drop until a shudder from the large teen signalled it was too sensitive for him to continue. He released the still-hard dick and stood.

"I'm sorry," Casey said sheepishly. "I normally last longer!"

Gabe just smiled and leaned in for another kiss, the taste of Casey's load shared between them for several seconds. As he pulled back, he whispered, "It's okay, I won't take long either!"

Casey smiled, thankful for the understanding and reassurance, now keen to test the statement. He began to squat, kissing a trail from neck to navel, nuzzling his cheek against the lightly-furred stomach for a moment before grasping the man's cock and guiding it back once more into his exceptionally eager mouth.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Gabe gasped, almost as quick as he had expected. Moments later, they were kissing again, once more sharing a similar but subtly different flavour as their tongues wrestled.

They stood together for several minutes, Casey's arms resting on Gabe's shoulders with his fingers slightly linked at his nape, while Casey's hands were gently grasped onto Casey's sides. Neither of them spoke, they just stood enjoying the closeness and the wonderful dichotomy of knowing what was to come, while being entirely uncertain about what their future together might be.

Things were tense in the Common Room. It had started out pleasant enough, with the boys all just sat around chatting about the things they'd done that week as well as what they were looking forward to when school resumed. Things only got difficult when Benji returned from a quick trip to the toilet. As he came back in to rejoin the group, he jumped over the back of a sofa to put himself in between Chris and Kyle, with a casual, "Room for one more?"

He had immediately got an angry glare from Eric, but instead of moving away from the younger couple, he instead pulled an arm tightly around each of them, kissed one on the forehead and then the other and just looked back at Eric with a very clear 'what you gonna do about it?' smirk on his face.

The shouting had begun almost immediately, with the other boys getting out of the way. At one point, Bran had actually worried he may have to physically intervene as they looked mere moments away from launching at each other. Thankfully that never happened, and the argument ended with both boys furious but refusing to walk away. Instead, they simply sat as far apart as they could, looking away from each other as the other boys cautiously began to return to their seats.

That had been ten minutes ago and although conversation had continued between Bran, Dusty, Chris and Kyle, the painful, seething silence from the other two was permeating the whole room.

While Dusty was usually the peacekeeper of the group, the anger virtually coming from the two older boys in waves felt a bit too big for even his diplomatic capacity. With Owen off doing other things and Casey not yet returned from 'assisting' Gabe, Bran was the oldest and felt somehow it was his responsibility to step in.

"Okay, you know what, come with me!" Bran said, standing up. Everyone looked round at him, unsure who he was talking to. He pointed to Eric then Benji. "You two. This way!"

"You don't need to..." Eric started, but the look he got from Bran was withering, so the statement went unfinished.

The Year 11 boy led to the two Year 10s out of the Common Room and through the door to the study rooms. He opened one of the doors, the light flickering on as it sensed movement, then gestured for them to go in.

"Okay, here's the thing. You two... there's something wrong, very clearly," Bran said, his trademark frankness surprisingly helpful for once. "I don't know why you split up, cos you won't fucking tell me, but there must have been a reason, but you got back together, again, no fucking clue why because you're both still completely fucked up, so it stops, now! I'm gonna close this door and if either of you tries to open it without sorting out..." he gestured back and forth between them, "...whatever this shit is, I'll kick the crap outta you. Either get it together or just fucking end it already, because if you keep going like this, you're gonna make yourselves and everyone around you miserable!"

Eric and Benji looked at each other, feeling a strange mixture of resentment for Bran's heavy-handed preaching and relief that someone was doing something they probably should have had the will to do some time ago.

Bran looked them back and forth a couple of times, then closed the door.

"Geez, what a drama queen!" Benji said, smirking.

"I know right!" Eric said, grinning too.

As they looked at each other, they smiled but it quickly dropped away. Benji turned, took a couple of steps and flopped down onto the small sofa at the back of the room. Eric grabbed the desk chair instead, pulling it out a little as he sat down and began to slowly spin on it.

"Sorry," Benji eventually said.

"For?" Eric asked sharply.

Benji frowned at the tone, but explained, "Before, with Chris and Kyle!"

"Are you though?" Eric asked, stopping the chair so he could look at his boyfriend. "I mean, are you actually sorry for acting the way you did, or are you sorry I got mad about it?" Benji stared back at him, the answer obvious without vocalising it. "That's what I thought!"

"Look, have you ever considered that maybe I'm not sorry for the way I act because the way I act isn't something that needs to be apologised for?" Benji asked, visibly frustrated.

"You don't think cuddling up to two other guys... and kissing them... in front of your actual boyfriend is something you should apologise for?" Eric asked incredulously, shaking his head.

Benji sat up, scowling. "It was just a peck on the forehead with a couple of mates!" he said angrily.

"Yeah, but it's not JUST that is it? It's... it's looking at other guys and... and joking about threesomes and hitting on anyone who stays still long enough for you to target. It's like... you want anyone EXCEPT me!" Eric said, his voice raising a little.

"So... what? I'm not allowed to go near other guys? Talk to other guys? I don't know if you noticed, but we live at an ALL-BOYS school. If I can't talk to other boys, then what, I'm only allowed to talk to you?" Benji asked, shaking his head.

"You can talk to guys without offering to jump into bed with them!" Eric snapped back.

"So I flirt and I joke and I enjoy myself, that's just who I am. It doesn't mean I don't love you!" Benji said, deliberately moderating his tone, worried it was about to become another shouting match.

"I just... I don't want to share you!" Eric confessed. "I love you. I really do, so fucking much it drives me crazy! So when I see you... throwing yourself at other guys it's like... like you're just telling me you don't feel the same way about me!"

"Wait, do you... do you really believe that?" Benji asked, shuffling along on the sofa to get closer to Eric. "You think me flirting means I don't love you?"

Eric just shrugged.

"Eric, I'm fourteen... WE'RE fourteen! This should be... fun! I love you, but this isn't fun for me and it can't be for you!" Benji said, shaking his head.

Eric shook his head too and said softly, "It's not!" He looked down, sniffled a little and raised his head again, a tear trickling down his cheek. "But I can't go back to hating you. I love you too much to hate you!"

Benji went to reply, but seeing Eric so upset only compounded his own feelings and the words caught in his throat as his own eyes grew watery. He smiled shakily. "That's so you!"

"What is?" Eric asked, sniffing and wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

"You're so 'all or nothing'. It's always love or hate, single or... married, happy or angry!" Benji explained. It wasn't an insult, clearly just an amused observation.

Eric smiled a little too, though he still looked on the verge of full sobbing. "I guess so and you're... I dunno, always in the middle!" He scowled as he saw a slight smile spread across Benji's face. He sighed and asked, "Who are you imagining yourself in the middle of?"

"Chris and Kyle!" Benji said with a chuckle. "They're kinda cute, ya know, for Year 7s!"

Eric shook his head but couldn't help smiling, sincerely. "They say opposites attract, but... maybe sometimes opposites are just..."

"Too opposite?" Benji suggested with a shrug.

Eric nodded his agreement and the two sat in silence for a few moments.

"I love you!" Eric said softly.

"I love you too!" Benji replied.

They both stood, leaned in close and hugged, holding each other tightly.

Later that evening, Bran had paid Owen another visit, ready to enjoy their final evening together. "You know," Bran whispered in Owen's ear, leaning in close behind him. "I'd ask if you're enjoying this, but I think I already know the answer!" He placed a hand on each of the young teacher's bare shoulders and let them slide down, over his well-muscled chest, his toned stomach, stopping either side of his rigid cock.

Owen let out a low moan as he felt Bran's body against his back, the boy's hands on his body. He was sat in his desk chair, completely naked, wrists and elbows secured to the armrests, ankles tied to the base of the chair.

Bran stood up and span the chair round, smiling down at the seated man hungrily. He grabbed his head, tilting it back a little as he kissed him briefly. As he pulled away, Owen's lips tried to follow but tied as he was, he couldn't move far and just let out another moan instead.

"Do you have any fucking idea how hot you look?" Bran asked, almost panting in anticipation. Before Owen could answer, Bran pulled out his phone and held it up.

"No, wait..." Owen suddenly objected.

There was a shutter sound and Bran grinned, looking at the screen. He turned it show Owen, grinning. "Seriously, look!"

"Bran, delete it. Now! That.... that's evidence. You having that, I could... oh fuck, seriously, delete it! Now!" Owen demanded, pulling at the bindings.

"Geez, okay, alright!" Bran said, deleting the picture. "Chill, won't you!"

"I told you how I feel about this!" Owen said sharply.

"I know!" Bran said back just as pointedly, but then took a breath. More calmly, he added, "But I told you, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you!" He moved forward and straddled the man's lap, casually draping his arms around his shoulders.

"You did and I know you meant it, but still... it makes me... pretty damn nervous!" Owen admitted, feeling calmer at Bran's touch, but still a little unnerved. "If anyone else found out I think I'd lose it!"

Bran smiled wickedly. "Nah, you'd be fine. I told you, everyone here is cool. I could wheel you into the dorm right now and nobody outside the nine of us would ever know!"

"I like your confidence, but maybe let's not test that!" Owen chuckled.

"No, maybe we should!" Bran said, standing back up.

"Very funny!" Owen said, squirming a little.

"No, I mean it. If you're gonna be this on edge, we're not gonna be able to enjoy... what time we have left," Bran said, making himself a little sad at the reminder of the imminent end.

"We can enjoy it just fine!" Owen insisted.

"Hmm, I'm not sure..." Bran said, grabbing the chair and spinning it round to face the archway to the small hallway. He began pushing the chair towards it.

"Bran, don't!" Owen said softly.

Bran continued, into the hallway and up to the door that led out into the main corridor.

"Bran, stop it. I mean it!" Owen said sharply.

Bran reached down over his shoulders, just as he had earlier. "But you... still seem to be enjoying it."

"That's... no... I'm..." Owen stuttered. He was terrified – of being seen, being caught, being arrested – and yet his cock was having an altogether different reaction.

"I think you're scared," Bran whispered, his lips grazing the man's ear as he spoke. "But I think part of you wants to know what it would feel like, to be seen like this, maybe even to see what they'd do to you."

"N... no!" Owen stuttered, cock throbbing.

"Okay, so here's the thing, Mr B..." Bran said, silently smirking. They had never spoken about his ongoing use of the playful version of his more formal name, while the other boys had gotten used to calling him by his first name, but Bran knew the man well. He had seen the slight shudder it caused when he said it. He saw it again now. "I'm gonna give you a safe word. It's... parachute," he pulled a random word out of the air. "You say that ANY time and we stop, we leave, I release you, but until then I'm gonna continue going. Got it?"

Bran leaned round to look the nervous man in the eye. He got a gentle nod in response.

Bran reached out and opened the door, then looked at Owen, expecting to hear 'parachute', but despite the look of absolute terror, he didn't say it. Bran's cock had already been hard, but the prospect of what he was about to do had him so horny he worried his cock might literally burst through his clothes in its excitement. He pushed the desk chair through the door, the wheels changing from silent on the carpeted floor, to unnervingly loud on the stone flooring.

Neither of them spoke, seemingly in shared disbelief of what Bran was doing and that Owen was allowing it. Slowly they continued down the corridor, the sound of the wheels rolling along echoed around the hallway. They stopped outside the door to dorm 1.04 where they could hear the boys inside.

Bran looked at the restrained man again, still expecting the safe word to be shouted at any moment, but he just shook his head. "Bran... if you're sure you can trust them all, then I trust you!"

"I am!" Bran said back, then leaned down and kissed him briefly, but pouted a little as he pulled away. "But let's not tell them too much. Anyone asks... this is a bet and neither of us will share any more details than that, okay?"

"Okay," Owen said back, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, cock dribbling.

Bran reached for the door, but stopped just short, looked at Owen and whispered, "FYI, you're still fucking me later, 'kay?"

Owen chuckled and nodded, but the smile soon dropped away as the door swung open.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" Chris exclaimed, the first of the boys to see the teacher naked in the chair at the door.

"What's..." Kyle started, looking where Chris was staring, but the sentence was never finished.

Within moments, all six of the boys in the dorm were staring in absolute shock as Bran wheeled the chair in.

"What's... going on?" Eric asked, looking confused but not displeased.

"It's our last night together, so I got us some entertainment!" Bran said cockily, pushing the chair further into the room, passing between the sets of bunk beds towards the sofas where the boys were mostly gathered.

"Mr Beecham... are you... okay?" Dusty asked nervously. Although the man was clearly very aroused, he was also tied down. It was a logical assumption that something was amiss.

Owen just nodded, flinching a little. He was fully naked, in front of seven students, yet the use of his formal name somehow made him feel the most exposed.

"So here's the thing. He's here for our entertainment, but he's not here entirely against his will!" Bran explained.

"Just partially!" Benji said with a smirk, slowly gathering around the seated man with the others.

"He lost a bet, this is the forfeit. We can do whatever we want to him!" Bran explained.

"Fuck!" Chris exclaimed, his hand already on his own cock.

Bran could see the reluctance from Dusty, so he leaned down to put his head alongside Owen's and asked, "Do you know the safe word?"

"Yes!" Owen answered, unable to make eye contact with any of the students.

"And have you said it?" Bran asked.

Owen glanced sideways at Bran, his cheeks somehow finding an even redder shade of red to glow as he said softly, "No I haven't."

"Happy now?" Bran asked, looking to Dusty, who seemed to be the only one with any real reservations.

"Yeah, that'll do me!" Dusty said. The Year 8 boy was an interesting one. He was as horny and promiscuous as the other boys, but always seemed to stick so rigidly to the rules. Now that the rules were established, he looked ready to get stuck in with the rest.

Bran glanced over at Casey, who was tapping away eagerly on his phone. He pushed Owen's chair forward towards the younger boys and said, "You guys have a play!"

It was unclear who was more nervous, Owen or the five boys gathered around him.

"You okay?" Bran quietly asked, sidling up beside Casey.

"Yeah," Casey said, grinning giddily. "I just didn't want to do anything with you guys if my boyfriend wasn't okay with it!"

Bran stared back for a moment, a little confused before a look of realisation spread across his face, quickly replaced with absolute delight. "Boyfriend? Gabe?"

Casey nodded.

"Oh my God, tell me everything!" Bran demanded eagerly.

"Erm... don't we have something else we should be doing?" Casey asked with a smirk, nodding to the naked man who let out a muted moan as Benji and Eric each cautiously grabbed a nipple.

"Oh, right, of course. Well... later then!" Bran said, smiling. "Well, actually, no, later I'll be... occupied!"

"Relax, we'll catch up. For now..." Casey pointed to Owen again. His phone beeped and he quickly looked at it before adding, "And looks like I'm good to join in!"

"Fuck yeah!" Bran said excitedly. Seeing the younger boys playing with Owen was already exciting enough, but he suddenly found himself imagining Casey fucking him. He grabbed the older student's muscular arm and whispered, "His arse is fucking awesome. I'd love to see you fuck him!"

Casey sighed. "Well, if you insist!" he said, sniggering.

"Touch him!" Chris urged Kyle quietly.

"No, you touch him!" Kyle whispered back.

As scary as it was to sit there, unable to resist and fully exposed, Owen couldn't help but smile at the innocence of the two youngest boys. Both clearly wanted to do something, but both were holding back. His amusement over the two boys didn't last long as Eric and Benji seemed to have no such reluctance to enjoy their naked entertainer.

"You want it first?" Eric asked, gesturing to the teacher's rigid cock.

"Oh, no, after you!" Benji said politely.

"Too kind!" Eric said with a chuckle. "Something funny?" he asked, seeing Owen smirking at their exchange.

"Just makes a change to see you two getting on for once!" Owen said. "You kissed and made up again then!"

"Oh God no!" Benji said, shaking his head.

"We broke up instead!" Eric added.

Owen's head flicked back and forth between the two as they spoke alternately.

"Best thing we ever did!" Benji added, smiling sincerely and getting a matching response from his ex.

"Now we're just friends again!" Eric said, taking hold of Owen's cock.

"And you know what that means!" Benji said, cupping Owen's balls, feeling the pleasant weight of them in his hand.

"Ah crap!" Owen said. He most certainly did know what it meant. Before the boys had been boyfriends, they had been best friends, a bond formed through a shared love of pranks and mischief, something Owen had been both witness to and victim of on more than one occasion. Although they still had their moments of misbehaviour while they were dating, it had died down a lot, something many of the faculty had come to appreciate. Now it seemed the peace was over.

The other boys were stood back, just watching. It had been tough sharing the dorm with the two lovers/ex-lovers/friends/ex-friends, but it genuinely seemed like the worst was over. They knew all too well the sort of mischief Eric and Benji had gotten up to and were mildly worried they had played a part in unleashing a beast.

"You know, they were the ones who rigged the sound system to make random fart noises during a big assembly last year!" Bran said quietly to the younger boys.

"Allegedly!" Eric snapped immediately.

"Nothing was ever proven!" Benji added.

"And never will be!" Eric finished.

Both boys looked at Owen, slightly worried that one of their most famous pranks had just been inadvertently confessed to a teacher. He smirked and said, "Lads, you've literally got me by the balls. You really think I'm gonna snitch on you over a prank?" The comment got a few laughs and actually seemed to relieve a lot of the tension in the room.

As Eric and Benji continued to play with Owen's cock and balls, Chris and Kyle were urged forward by Bran. The moment their hands made contact with the naked teacher's body, all inhibitions melted away. Their hands eagerly began to explore the more mature body, spurred on by the moans from so much touching at once.

"Oh, one rule," Bran said, seeing the others get more into it. "No kissing. That's off limits!" He clearly wanted to keep at least one thing just for him and Owen, aside from the fucking that was to come later.

"Oh no, I'll have to put my mouth somewhere else then!" Dusty said, clearly more emboldened by the situation.

"You and me both, little dude!" Casey said, moving in with him to start exploring the man they had gotten to know so well during the week.

"Does he have to stay in the chair?" Chris asked. "We can't get to all the good bits!"

Bran laughed at Chris, who had gone from too timid to touch, to demanding better access in a matter of minutes. "Well let's see," Bran said, enjoying being the man in charge. "Mr B, if I untie you, do you promise you'll behave and do everything you're told?"

All movement stopped, all eyes on the teacher. "Yes!" he agreed.

As the others began to move, Bran raised a hand to halt them. "Yes... what?"

Owen looked at Bran, unsure whether to admonish the boy for going too far or scream with delight at the boy's boldness. With a shaky sigh, he answered, "Yes... Sir!"

"Damn that's hot!" Benji growled.

"Yeah," Eric agreed. The two boys exchanged glances. When they had broken up earlier, they had discussed a lot of things, set a lot of ground rules to help them return to being friends without going back to being at each other's throats. One of those things was being tactful about flaunting other romantic or sexual relationships in front of each other. The rule seemingly didn't apply, by mutual silent agreement, if they were both doing the same guy!

Bran released Owen's feet first and he quickly gave them a gentle stretch. He had only been in the chair for about half an hour before Bran had brought him along to the dorm, but that was still plenty long enough to get a little uncomfortable. Next, he released Owen's arms, but as the others moved to renew their fondling of the teacher, Bran ushered them back.

He had quite liked the idea of Owen being tied up while the others played with him, and a new position immediately came to mind. Leaving the rope tied around each of Owen's wrists, he secured one to the bunk bed he and Kyle shared, then attached the other one to Eric's across the room.

Owen found himself stood facing the group, arms stretched out to the side a little above shoulder height. While he had a lot more freedom of movement now, a quick tentative tug showed he would have a hard time getting out of them, though he couldn't imagine why he would ever want to.

The next half hour was spent with all seven boys getting to know every inch of Owen's body, touching, teasing, licking and sniffing just about every inch of him. The man's arse was the last area to really be explored, aside from the cock which they had mostly left alone for fear of setting him off too soon and having him shout the safe word in a post-orgasmic come-down.

The arse though, that had drawn plenty of attention once the first boy had ventured there. Each of them had enjoyed the fleshy firmness of his muscular behind, teased and fingered his hole. Casey, Eric and Bran had even gone as far as rimming him, with the younger boys and Benji watching in a mix of excitement and revulsion.

The boys themselves had played with each other almost as much as they had with Owen, occasional items of clothing being tossed aside until each of them was either naked or at least reduced to just their underwear.

"Bran," Chris said quietly, tapping the teen's shoulder as the others continued playing.

"S'up bud?" Bran asked, smiling and allowing his hand to side down the boy's back, cupping a smooth, pert buttock.

"I want him to blow me!" Chris requested nervously.

"Ohh, good idea!" Bran said excitedly back to the boy, then called out loudly, "Who wants a Mr B blow job?"

Six hands immediately shot into the air, seven if you counted Benji eagerly raising both.

"Thought so. Grab a seat, I'll bring him over!" Bran instructed.

The group of boys eagerly jumped onto the sofas, the few with underwear still on unashamedly tossing it aside. There was no plan to where they sat, the boys actually ending up mixed rather than in their usual pairings for a change. As Benji sat next to Chris, he glanced down at the boy's excitedly-rigid cock. He went to reach for it, but paused, glancing at Eric.

Eric, who was set beside Dusty, who was in turn just as excited as Chris, smiled at his friend and nodded. At the same time, they both reached down to play with the boy beside them as they eagerly awaited Bran bringing the teacher round to pleasure them.

"Having fun?" Bran whispered, moving behind Owen as he released one wrist and went for the other.

"No!" Owen whispered back, smiling.

"Liar!" Bran chuckled as he freed the second wrist, taking it behind Owen's back to secure to the first. He really seemed determined to keep the man restrained in one form or another.

"Bran," Owen whispered, getting the boy's attention. As the teen leaned in close, he said, "Do Chris last, it'll drive him nuts waiting!"

Bran sniggered, knowing the man was right as he led him round into the centre of the sofas. "So, who goes first?" The boys remained silent, though the look on Chris' face gave away his eagerness right away. "Let's... go with... Casey I think!"

Owen was fully read to kneel in front of the sixteen-year-old, but instead he found himself being forced. He was pushed roughly into place, then Bran grabbed his hair with one hand, a shoulder with the other and kicked the back of his legs so he fell to his knees unceremoniously.

"Open wide, Mr B!" Bran taunted as he used the hand gripping the teacher's hair to guide him onto Casey's cock.

Casey moaned happily at the warm wetness engulfing his cock. Fortunately, he knew he was at no risk of blowing any time soon. He had shot two loads with Gabe not that long ago and he was saving his next one for the teacher's arse, following the comment Bran had made about it earlier. Instead, he just got to sit there and enjoy the pleasurable sucking, the excitement heightened by the other five students watching in anticipation of their own turns.

"Okay, who's next?" Bran asked after Owen had been working Casey for a few minutes, pulling the man away but keeping him down on his knees.

"But he didn't cum!" Kyle objected.

"Nope," Casey said, shaking his head as Owen shuffled away a little. "I'm saving that for..." he reached down and slapped the man's butt, "The other end!"

"Wait, that's an option?" Benji asked, wide-eyed. "We... can do that?"

Bran knew he could say yes, but instead he looked down at the kneeling man and asked, "Whadda you say, Mr B? Can they do that?"

Owen was a mess already, his mind addled by arousal and humiliation. Something was becoming increasingly clear. His enjoyment of the situation was not coming from the six naked boys sat around him. In fact, seeing the younger students naked and baying for his mouth made him exceptionally uncomfortable. It was Bran, his excitement, his enjoyment, his pleasure that was keeping the man going. Bran was so into everything they were doing and just one single over-riding thought ran through Owen's head over and over, one simple phrase, three little words – Make Bran Happy!

"Yes, they can!" Owen answered, imagining the look on Bran's face as he watched his room-mates fucking him.

"Fuck yeah," Benji said happily. "Then I'm going for that too!"

"Hot!" Bran declared, grinning. "So who's next for a blow. How about... Kyle?"

Kyle shuddered slightly at the mention of his name. The whole situation was so bizarre but arousing, though still not quite enough to make him forget the issues he had experienced earlier in the week. He looked to Chris who gave him a reassuring smile and a discrete thumbs-up. "Come on then!" Kyle urged, sliding down in his seat and opening his legs a little as Owen shuffled along at Bran's command.

Owen hesitated. Bran looked fairly developed for his age and Casey was essentially man-sized already, but this was suddenly a very different experience. Kyle was a boy in every sense of the word. While his cock was admittedly well-developed for twelve, standing at a proud four inches, he had barely the beginnings of hair at its base and a little peach fuzz on his lower legs, but remained smooth everywhere else.

Owen actually considered refusing, resisting crossing yet another line that he had never even considered before. Yet there he was, Bran, stood beside him, his cock bulging obscenely, the only one in the room with clothes on and yet somehow still the most obviously aroused among them. He looked up at the boy in charge and saw him look back, a desperate hunger on his face. He wanted this, wanted to see it, wanted to make it happen... and Owen couldn't resist pleasing him.

Kyle let out a slow, low moan as the teacher's mouth wrapped around his cock. He did his best to relax, although being naked and hard in front of a teacher, in front of other boys, in front of his... whatever Chris was to him now... it certainly made it tougher. He closed his eyes and just tried to enjoy the sensations. It was going well until he made the mistake of thinking about it.

That one little thought had opened the door and the growing army of anxieties in his head had come flooding through. 'You'll lose your boner', 'They'll see what a failure as a man you are', 'You'll never have good sex', 'Nobody wants a boy who can't even stay hard', 'Wanker for life'. He tried to silence them, but for every one he shut down with either logic or sheer strength of will, two more popped up.

Suddenly, there was movement at his side and he heard another voice, though this one was real. "You look so hot getting sucked like that. You can do this!" It was Chris. He had moved to his friend's side, presumably having picked up on the situation.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked at the other boy, his fear apparent right away.

"You can stop any time, but I don't think you need to. Enjoy it. Relax. You've got this!" Chris whispered.

Kyle smiled and nodded. Every word Chris spoke melted away one of the voices in his head. Every second he stared into Chris' eyes he felt himself growing stronger. No, it wasn't strength that was growing in him, it was pleasure. Owen's mouth was working its magic, supported by the encouragement from Chris and something wonderful was happening – an orgasm was building.

"Oh, oh yeah, I think..." Kyle whimpered, a hand grasping at Chris' leg.

"Do it!" Chris urged him.

"Unnnh, yeah," Kyle moaned contentedly as his cock spasmed and shot a small load into the teacher's mouth. It wasn't the best orgasm of his life, but it still felt huge, if only for the achievement of overcoming his own doubts. It may have been just once, and still with help from Chris, but it was still an achievement.

Owen barely had the chance to take a breath as he pulled off of Kyle before he was span around and had his head plunged into Eric's lap.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Benji growled, watching the kneeling man pleasure Eric. His eyes suddenly widened as he reached over and grabbed Bran's arm. "Can I.... ya know... do him while he's sucking Eric?" he asked eagerly, then looked to Eric and asked, "If that's... okay with you?"

"Hell yeah" Eric said, almost trembling.

"Sure," Bran said, trying not to sound as excited about it as the two younger boys. "Oh wait, I don't have..."

"I've got ya covered," Casey said, jumping to his feet. He dashed over to his stuff, rifled through the pockets and returned, tossing a condom and a small sachet of lube to Benji and keeping another for himself. As a couple of the others looked at him, amused, he shrugged and said, "Hey, always be prepared, that's what I always say!"

"Isn't that the Boy Scouts?" Bran asked, smirking.

Casey shrugged. "Where d'you think I learned about condoms!" he said, getting a laugh from the others.

Owen had been vaguely aware of the conversation but had mostly been focused on Eric's cock. At fourteen, he was at least more developed than Kyle, with a proper patch of pubes, his cock probably almost full-grown at six inches. But still, fourteen felt different from fifteen, at least that was what he told himself as he thought about Bran being just a year older than the boy he was blowing.

He was shaken from his thoughts by a lubricated finger probing his hole, which he had given absolutely no thought to how he was exposing as he knelt pleasuring the boys. They had all gotten a pretty good look at him on Wednesday in the pool, but now that very last private area had been exposed too. Benji's fingers wasted no time in spreading lube around the hole and slightly inside. Owen's cock lurched at the sensation, knowing what was about to follow.

Benji's cock was a similar size to the one in Owen's mouth, not that he had taken a good look at the boys of course. They were both a good size, but it was Casey's dick on his mind right then. Despite the dick slowly pushing into his arse, he was thinking about the thick, hefty tool Casey was packing, now that he knew the sixteen-year-old was planning on fucking him too.

Once again it was Benji who distracted the teacher from his thoughts. The boy knew how to fuck! He couldn't help comparing the boy to himself at that age. At fourteen, Owen had never even touched another boy, let alone gotten enough experience fucking to actually have skills, but then he had not been a student at Kingswood.

Each thrust Benji made pushed the man harder onto Eric's cock, which would have made him gag if not for his excellent control of his own gag reflex. As a result, he wasn't so much blowing Eric as being face-fucked by him. Eric did not seem to mind.

What really surprised Owen was the hands grabbing at him. Both boys were so gentle, Benji's hands holding him lightly by the hips, while Eric had one resting on Owen's shoulder, rubbing softly, the other stroking his slender fingers through the man's hair. As forceful as the sex was, there was a definite tenderness to it. He couldn't help wondering whether it was some remnant of the boys' ending relationship or if that was simply a style they had developed during their time together.

"Ugh, I'm close," Eric moaned.

"Don't cum yet. I wanna do it at the same time!" Benji gasped eagerly.

"I'll try," Eric said breathlessly, "But no promises!"

Owen did his best to reduce the stimulation his mouth was giving, wanting to give the boys the joint orgasm they were seeking. It didn't take long until Bran had uttered that he was close too.

In a flurry of movement, Owen was pushed back into a kneeling position as both cocks were removed from his holes. Benji's condom was pulled off as he frantically stroked his cock, Eric standing beside him to do the same. In perfect unity, both boys shot over the teacher's face, Benji getting him in his left eye, Eric in the right, both covering his cheeks and then a few spurts into his mouth. They pushed their cocks together against Owen's tongue who blindly licked them clean.

"A little help here!" Owen said, sniggering as the cum cooled on his face, his hands still secured behind his back and stopping him from wiping it away.

"Nope!" Dusty declared, jumping to his feet before Bran could assist the man. He pulled Owen's mouth open and shoved his own cock inside, letting the man suck him. He had been playing with himself while watching Owen get spit-roasted, so it wasn't long before he let out a happy moan and added his own load to Eric and Benji's.

"Well, I think that's everyone!" Bran declared, keeping a straight face.

"Nnnngh!" Chris moaned, watching the cum-covered man and the teen controlling him. The noise was borne of sheer excitement and desperation.

"Oh, of course, you're right, how could we forget!" Bran said, shrugging playfully as he looked at Chris. The look of relief was only short-lived as Bran added, "Casey still needs to fuck him! Rubber up, Case!"

"Hnnnnh! What about me?" Chris finally voiced his frustration.

"You want Casey to fuck you too?" Bran asked playfully, looking deliberately confused.

"Noooo!" Chris whined. "Mr.... Owen.... he needs to... I mean... come on man!" Chris just looked even more frustrated as the others laughed at his desperation.

"Oh, my bad!" Bran apologised, barely managing to hold back a smirk. "Well Casey's started getting ready. You'll have to wait til he's done!"

Chris let out an angry sigh and flopped back in his seat.

"Seriously, a little help!" Owen asked, still unable to open his eyes.

"Chris, if you're so keen, why don't you start by helping him out!" Bran suggested.

Chris looked round for something to clean the man's face off with, but as he heard a 'nuh-uh' from Bran, he figured out what he was being asked. He stood and approached the kneeling teacher, trembling, his cock ready to blow at any moment based on the dribbling of pre-cum.

The boy leaned in close, but paused, glancing at Bran who just nodded. Chris' tongue made contact with Owen's cheek and they both let out a slight gasp. The taste of cum quickly spurred Chris on. Within moments he was like a man dying of thirst suddenly given water, the way he eagerly slurped down the three loads. Chris had almost finished lapping the face clean when he began to regain his composure. There was a tiny drop of spunk left in the corner of Owen's mouth, but instead of getting just that, ran his tongue from one side of Owen's mouth to the other. He was sure he felt the mouth open a little and the man's tongue contacting his own, but as he pulled away, finished, there was no sign of it.

"That was hot!" Bran said, shaking a little, a wet patch now painfully visible in his sweatpants. "But now it's Casey's turn!"

Owen opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Though Chris had done a good job, slight remnants remained and he did his best to blink his way back to full vision. He saw Casey looming over him, all muscle and cock and excitement. "How do you want me?" he asked.

Casey answered the question physically, shoving Owen so he fell back, laying on his bound hands, then lifted his legs into the air, placing them over his shoulders as he knelt down to fuck the man.

Once again Owen found himself surprised by the gentleness of one of the boys. Despite being thrown quite violently into position, Casey did not just plunge straight into him. Instead, he worked slowly. Though his hole had been both lubricated and loosened by Benji, Casey was substantially girthier and seemed to be working hard to reduce any pain from his entry.

Owen couldn't help thinking that, much like Eric and Benji's style, this was something that came from being in an environment where sexual contact was so open and prevalent. At sixteen, when Owen had first fucked someone, he had just gone balls-deep on the first thrust. As a result, his partner had been in a lot of pain and had, in almost every way, not enjoyed the experience. Being the owner of such an impressive appendage, Casey had likely learned over his years at the school how to do it right.

Casey had worked himself in and out, a little more of himself sliding into the teacher on each inward motion. By the time he was sliding his full length in and out, both he and Owen were moaning together in absolute delight. Owen's cock had remained, amazingly, largely untouched by the boys and now it lay on his stomach, hard, slippery with pre-cum, leaving a shiny streak across his stomach as it jiggled side-to-side from the movement. He actually worried that the huge dick inside him might be about to push him too far and trigger a hands-free orgasm.

In one way, that would be amazing. It was something he had experienced once before, with a particularly voracious lover and it was a truly mind-bending feeling, but at the same time, to appear to cum so 'easily' in front of the boys felt a little too humiliating. And then, as always, there was Bran. He was still due to fuck his young lover and the thought of doing so with such a seemingly heavy load built up was just an incredible thought.

"Ugh, fuuuuuuck," Casey moaned as the orgasm grew to its peak. He would have loved to cum inside the man, but he knew he had spectators and the boys always loved the money shot. He pulled his cock out with an amusing squelch and tossed the condom aside.

A few more strokes was all it took before Casey let out a guttural growl and began to shoot. Usually he was more of a dribbler, coating his cock in thick streams of spunk, but the excitement of the encounter had pushed him further than usual and the first two shots actually flew a couple of feet, landing on Owen's chest and stomach, the rest dribbling out over Casey's hand as he stroked every bit of pleasure he could out of the climax.

"Chris!" Casey said, gesturing to the cum.

The boy was moving before the others even had a chance to realise what was happening. He was so eager in licking up the cum that he had given no real thought to the fact he had essentially straddled Owen's face to do it. As he licked it up and once again sobered from his cum frenzy, a look of utter delight spread across his face as he felt Owen's tongue on his balls.

"Oh shit!" Chris yelped, almost collapsing on top of the man.

"Hey guys," Bran called out. "One word.... sixty-nine!"

"Isn't that two words?" Benji asked.

"Actually, it's hyphenated!" Bran said, grinning as he heard a chuckle from the face beneath Chris.

Chris needed no more encouragement than that. He reached down and manoeuvred his cock into Owen's mouth, then eagerly took the man's cock into his own. Their bodies pressed together as Chris reached out and grabbed one of Owen's buttocks with one hand and his balls with the other. Without even realising he was doing it, he began to raise and lower his hips, fucking Owen's mouth as the teacher's tongue swirled teasingly around his straining cock.

This time there was no thought given to 'the show', they both just had to cum and, although neither said it, they wanted it down their throats, not that Owen really had any choice laying there restrained with the naked boy on top of him. In an erotic cacophony of whimpers and moans, they both shot in each other. Chris's load was bigger than usual, but still no challenge for Owen to gulp down easily. Owen's load presented much more of a challenge, but the few drops that dribbled out of the corners of Chris' mouth were quickly retrieved and joined the rest in his stomach.

Chris rolled off of Owen and flopped onto his back, gasping for breath, so lost in the moment he could barely hear the quiet cheers for him from the others. Owen, also panting, tilted his head to the side and playfully kissed the boy's hip. Chris returned the gesture, then both raised their heads to look at each other, smiling.

Bran stood over the whole thing, the wet patch now looking more like he had wet himself, to the point where a couple of the boys actually wondered if he may have actually cum from watching the many encounters. "That was... fuck me... that was insane!" he declared.

"Nah," Owen said, still catching his breath. "Just a normal Friday night at Kingswood!" The boys burst into hysterics.

If you enjoy my writing, please support me on patreon at https://www.patreon.com/matterotica or check out my other stories on Nifty, links below

The Benny Saga (in reading order)

Benny Takes Control - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

Other Series

Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/

Tales from Kingswood - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

One-shots

The Art of Seduction - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

Becoming an Internet Master - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

And Then It Got Worse - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

Missed Opportunity - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity