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Half-Term at Kingswood ----------------------
Day 8 -----
Saturday 26 October 2019
Their last night together for half-term had been spent much like the previous night, in a large heap of naked bodies and tangled limbs together in dorm 1.04. After the epic sex-fest Owen had been subjected to, the boys had refused to allow him to leave, insisting he stay with them for the night. While he had been keen to get back to his own room, if only to get Bran alone to make good on his promise to fuck him, his young lover had been just as keen on the idea of him staying as the others were.
While Owen had slept with an arm around Bran, their heads resting against each other, Chris had nestled in between them at some point in the night. The others were positioned all around them.
It was still dark when Owen awoke, so he knew it was still early enough that he didn't have to be up yet for anything official. He gave Bran a gentle nudge, waking him. The boy let out his usual 'it's too early' moan.
"I still owe you something," Owen whispered.
Just like that, Bran was awake and carefully sliding out of the 'cuddle puddle' with Owen. Many of the boys stirred as they left, but they seemed to remain mostly asleep. Owen did feel bad momentarily as Chris had been left laying alone as the bodies from both side of him were now gone, but Casey sleepily reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, the boy almost disappearing as he was engulfed in Casey's muscular grip.
Owen briefly looked for his clothes before remembering he had been brought into the room fully naked. Bran seemed to have no such issues and happily crept towards the door nude. The hallway felt cold beneath their bare feet, the still, chilli air of the morning engulfing their exposed skin as they stepped out into it.
"You okay?" Bran asked as the door quietly closed behind them. "I know last night was... a lot!"
"Bit of an understatement!" Owen said, raising his eyebrows, but as he saw Bran look a little worried he added, "But I'm okay, it was... definitely fun! Are you okay? I mean, I got the feeling you liked seeing me... used, but still..."
"Oh, no, that was hot. And it was just sex. That's why I saved your kisses for me!" Bran said happily as they opened the door to Owen's apartment.
"Yeah, I noticed that, so I've been saving them up for you!" Owen said, grinning as he grabbed the boy and kissed him briefly on the shoulder, the neck, the cheek, the nose and eventually the lips.
Bran giggled contentedly until Owen's lips pressed against his own, then slowly melted against him, reaching round to grab hold of his back as they kissed. Their lips parted leaving them stood holding each other in contented silence.
Owen led Bran to the end of the short hallway, looking at the living area to the left and the bedroom through the door. He looked at Bran questioningly then followed as the teen took the lead and moved through into the living area. Owen was surprised. He knew Bran wanted to be fucked, wanted to lose his anal virginity specifically to the teacher he had idolised for years, yet he seemed to be putting it off.
Bran nudged the man onto the sofa, then lay sideways on the seat beside him, head in his lap, legs draped over the arm as he looked up and smiled.
Owen could feel a heaviness in his chest. There was definitely excitement over what was to come, an act they had been working toward for days, but by that evening their relationship would be over. It wasn't like they wouldn't see each other again; Owen was still his teacher and they would retain their professional relationship, but it would be as teacher and student again. He casually played with Bran's hair, looking down into his face as his other hand traced random shapes on the boy's bare chest, occasionally catching a nipple with his finger.
"I can't believe how quickly this week's gone," Owen said softly, shaking his head.
Bran just nodded silently.
"By tomorrow night, this place'll be full again!" Owen continued musing.
Bran nodded once more.
"Are you okay?" he asked, hearing the boy's silence.
Another nod. A pause. A shake of the head.
Owen wanted to comfort the boy, but all he could say was, "Me neither!"
"Fuck it!" Bran said, suddenly sitting up. "I'm not doing this! I'm not... moping, I'm not crying, I'm not gonna be some whiney emo bitch just because this is ending. We've got time still, so we're gonna go into that bedroom, you are gonna fuck my brains out and we're gonna enjoy the time we have left. Got it?"
Owen was a little shocked. He had been on the verge of tears and had genuinely expected Bran to be in an even worse state, so it was more than a little surprising. "That... sounds like a really good plan!" Owen said, grinning. He jumped to his feet then held out a hand to Bran, who took it and followed into the bedroom.
They were kissing again by the time they reached the bed. They collapsed onto it together, hands roaming, mouths locked. The only time their lips parted was when Owen raised two fingers to his mouth to lick them. By the time the slick digits found Bran's hole, they were kissing once again.
Bran let out a delighted groan into Owen's mouth as he felt the fingers slide inside him. They felt a little uncomfortable, but he supposed that was the reason for loosening him up in the first place. Owen had made it clear that he wanted Bran to be as prepared as possible for his first time, but circumstances had just continued to get in the way and their preparations had not quite been carried out, though they both still seemed determined to proceed.
Their cocks pressed together as they rolled around, playfully wrestling each other to be the one on top, first one of them getting the upper hand, then the other.
Owen began to slip in a third finger, taking it slowly as Bran lay on the bed, hands resting above his head. He reached down and licked from hip, to pit, to elbow on one long motion then took the boy's nipple into his mouth.
"Oh God. Fuck!" Bran moaned at the dual stimulation to his nipple and ass.
"Are you ready?" Owen asked, reaching out to grab a condom from the night-stand.
"Yeah but..." Bran started, grabbing Owen's hand. "Maybe... not with that?"
Owen exhaled sharply. "Bran, I'm not sure..."
"I trust you. Completely!" Bran said with absolute sincerity.
"I know, and I trust you too, but still..." Owen replied. Sex education at the school was, as you would expect, exemplary, both in the form of formal lessons and guidance from mentors. Regardless of the virtual non-existence of STDs and STIs at the school, safe sex was still the norm.
"Please, I just... I only get one first time and I'm only getting one time with you, please... I wanna feel you inside me. Just you!" Bran pleaded.
It was a good thing their relationship was ending as Owen was proving to be completely incapable of resisting the boy's desires. If they were staying together, he could only imagine the sort of trouble that would get him in. He smiled at the boy, leaned down to kiss him and said, "Okay, but you know you should always..."
"Always use protection, yes, I know, I remember the lessons!" Bran said, rolling his eyes. As he looked at the man again, he felt a little bad for the reaction and said quietly, "Thank you!"
"You thought about any position you'd like?" Owen asked, putting down the condom and grabbing lube instead. Using one hand to apply it to his cock and slipping the three fingers, now with proper lube, back inside the boy, looking at him expectantly.
Bran shook his head. "No, I want you to do what you like. You know this stuff better than I do, so show me how it's done!" It wasn't any kind of taunt or tease, it was simply a genuine admission of his own experience and further expression of the trust he had for the man.
Owen smiled and nodded. "Okay, let's start easy!" he said, lifting Bran's legs and positioning himself to push to his cock against the boy's hole. He felt the head begin to push into the tight ring and paused, looking down at Bran again he asked, "You sure about this?"
"Completely," Bran replied. "Fuck me, Mr B!" he said with a wicked grin.
Owen let out a low growl and began to push into him.
"Unnnnh!" Bran moaned as he felt his hole stretching to accommodate the head of the man's cock. He moaned again as he felt himself contract slightly as the head passed its widest point. "Oh God," he said, eyes wide with absolute delight.
Owen was almost as euphoric. The sheer, virginal excitement of the boy, finally being inside him, the tightness of his hole, the feeling of doing something so taboo, all of it together was a heady mix that made his heart pound and his cock pulsate. Then he looked down and saw the look on Bran's face and almost lost it. He slowly pushed in another inch, then eased back a little. Another push and out again. Bran's hands grabbed at Owen's, their fingers interlinking as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper.
As the speed began to increase, Bran's breathing quickened with it, his cock rigid and wet. He let go of Owen's hands, reached up to grab his head and pulled him down into a kiss that lasted for several more thrusts. As Owen pulled away, as much to get his own breath as to allow Bran to breathe, the boy stared at him and said dreamily, "I love you so much!"
Owen was overwhelmed, unsure whether he was going laugh, cry, cum or scream. Trembling, he grabbed the boy and kissed him again and as they parted replied, "I love you too!"
Bran grinned uncontrollably. Hearing the man say it was everything he had ever wanted, though it was hard to focus on that too much with the cock inside him causing an entirely different kind of pleasure. He suddenly pulled himself away, Owen's cock popping out of him.
"Lay on the bed," he said, rolling aside.
"What happened to me being in charge?" Owen asked with a wry grin, already moving into place.
"Changed my mind! There a problem with that?" Bran asked cheekily.
"Not at all, your wish is my command!" Owen answered, watching happily as Bran straddled him and began lowering himself onto the solid meat.
"Fuuuuuck," Bran groaned, a look of almost dream-like pleasure twisting his face into a half-smile. He moaned repeatedly, the pitch getting a little higher for each inch he slid down the teacher's cock. By the time he was sitting flat on the man's lap, it was a high-pitched whimper, broken only by his shaky breaths.
Owen let out a low moan of his own. The boy's ass was sublime and seeing him sat there on top of him, his body lithe and firm, his cock rigid, reaching up to the ceiling, he was a true vision of sexual beauty. He reached out and placed a hand on his stomach, playfully teasing the trail of hair, wanking him slowly with the other hand as Bran began to bounce on his cock.
"Fuck me!" Owen gasped with pleasure as Bran began to pull himself further off before slamming back down.
"Okay, right after this!" Bran said with a snigger, deliberately clenching his butt to squeeze Owen's dick.
Owen chuckled at both the comment and the gesture. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and knew it wouldn't be long until he was ready to shoot. "Do you want me to... cum inside you?" he asked quietly.
"Oh... fuck... yes..." Bran moaned, sliding up and down the man's dick with each word.
"Fuuuuuck," Owen moaned again, hands dropping to the sides and grabbing into the bed.
Bran began a series of quick, short bounces and knew from the look on the teacher's face it was enough to push him over the edge. He suddenly sat up, grabbing Bran in a kiss as he shot inside him, his whole body quivering as he did it.
"Turn round... quick!" Bran gasped as they parted. He climbed off and moved behind Owen who knelt on all-fours, then grabbed the man's still slick-dick to get the remnants of lube, rubbed it on his own cock and slammed hard into his hole. Less than a dozen pumps later and Bran was returning the favour, shooting in Owen's ass.
Gasping from the sudden orgasm, he collapsed forward onto Owen, who in turn collapsed onto the bed. They lay together like that, the teen's softening cock still inside him as they both caught their breaths, Bran's sweaty chest against Owen's sweaty back. Exhausted and still catching his breath, Bran still managed to kiss and nibble his way around Owen's neck and shoulders as he lay on top of him.
It was several minutes before either of them made any attempt to move. Owen nudged the boy who raised himself a little, then rolled over so they were now laying face-to-face.
Bran propped himself up, staring down at the man he had dreamed of for so long. "I meant it you know. I do love you!" He raised a hand, playfully sliding a finger around the man's jaw, then up to his face to sweep across his lips.
Owen quickly opened his mouth and grabbed the finger in his teeth, but then released it and sucked on it instead for just a moment. As it was pulled out, he replied, "Yeah, I meant it too!"
Owen knew what was coming. 'We love each other. We need to stay together. This can't end now.' He had been preparing himself for it all week, steeling himself to stay firm in ending it as agreed. But now that the time had come, he wasn't sure he could do it.
"That's why you're right," Bran said, voice dripping with sadness. "We have to end it!"
"We... do?" Owen had intended it as agreement, but it came out as a question.
"If I'm with you, I won't keep it a secret. How could I? I'd be shouting it from the fucking rooftops, because... well, I'm me!" Bran explained with a sad chuckle.
Owen smiled. It was a rather good summation.
"But as happy as that would make me... it'd destroy you and... I can't risk that. Knowing I'd hurt you would literally kill me!" Bran said frankly.
"I think you mean figuratively!" Owen corrected him.
Bran stared back for a moment, shook his head slowly and said, "I don't!"
"Oh," Owen said, not his most eloquent reaction. He closed his eyes for a second. This was not what he had expected. He had thought the boy would demand more, and knowing his own track record, had expected himself to give in and allow it. It was just yet another surprise the boy had managed to pull off in a week of surprises. He raised a hand and caressed the boy's cheek. "Do you know how absolutely amazing you are?"
Bran pouted a little, but then a smirk slipped through as he said, "I do, but tell me anyway!"
Owen laughed. It was the most Bran-like thing he had ever heard. He reached up to share one final kiss with the boy.
Chris was sat alone on one of the sofas in the dorm facing away from the rest of the room. Kyle had gone for a shower and the others were mostly doing their own thing. He turned to see who else was around and saw Eric and Benji sat together on the vacant bunk below Eric's.
The two fourteen-year-olds were whispering to each other and giggling. While Chris knew that it likely meant some kind of prank was on the way, he couldn't help enjoying the sight. Considering he had only known them for a week, he felt surprisingly attached to them. Their regular arguments had caused a lot of tension during half-term, but that now seemed a distant memory. The previous day, they had decided to rewind their relationship, to basically break up and revert to the friends they had been for years before getting together.
As Eric got up, grabbing a towel to presumably go shower before breakfast, Benji turned and noticed the younger boy watching. He smiled as Chris grinned at him. "I see ya looking!" Benji said playfully. He span round to swing his legs off the bunk and stood up. "I'm back on the market for less than a day and I've already got an admirer, I'm flattered!"
"Shut up, you tit!" Chris said, sniggering as he shook his head.
"Oh, you did not just call me that!" Benji said, feigning being offended. He lunged at Chris, grabbing him as he rolled over the back of the sofa, dragged him down onto the floor in front of it then deftly rolled back onto his feet and stood over the boy menacingly. "You wanna say that again?" he asked, placing a foot gently on the boy's chest.
Chris stared up at him for a moment, looking intimidated, but the facade quickly cracked as he grinned and said, "Tit!" He swiped at Benji's other foot. He wasn't quite strong enough to pull it out from under him completely, but it was enough make the older boy stagger sideways and collapse onto one of the seats.
"Nice move!" he said, grudgingly, pushing himself into a sitting position.
"Thanks, ya tit!" Chris teased, jumping up into the seat beside him, casually pulling the teen's arm around his shoulder and leaning against him.
Benji smirked. Physical affection was far from rare at Kingswood, the boys there much more inclined to hug, cuddle or otherwise touch their friends and classmates, but Chris was certainly at the more extreme end of it, always seemingly cuddled up to one person or another. "You're lucky we're friends. I've kicked ass for less!" Benji threatened with absolutely no menace.
Chris just chuckled and nudged his head against the taller boy's chest. He let out a wistful sigh.
"Oof, that was a big one, what's up bud?" Benji asked, hearing the heavy exhalation.
"You and Eric... you were friends before you got together, right?" Chris asked thoughtfully.
"Best mates, yeah!" Benji nodded, leaning slightly off to the side so he could look down at the boy cuddled against him.
"But you broke up!" Chris said, clearly just thinking aloud.
"Yeah, twice now!" Benji confirmed.
Chris went to reply, but instead just took a breath and remained silent.
"Is this... about you and Kyle?" Benji asked, never the most insightful, but even this was a situation he could read.
"Sort of," Chris said, frowning.
"You're really cute together!" Benji said honestly, giving the boy a quick squeeze.
"Bitch, I'm cute with anyone!" Chris replied, then blushed a little and said, "Yeah, I can't pull off sassy, can I?"
"Not even a little bit!" Benji sniggered. "So are you worried that whatever you've got starting with Kyle will mess up your friendship?"
"Sort of," Chris repeated.
Benji sighed heartily, shaking his head. "Mate, if you want my pearls of wisdom, I'm gonna need a bit more to go on than 'sort of', okay?"
Chris nodded, smirking. He took another deep breath and explained, "Me and Kyle, we've got this other friend and..." He paused, looking round, worried who else might hear. "I think I like him, but he's... he's important to me and if... no offence... if we ended up like you and Eric were before, it'd kill me!"
Benji nodded. "Yeah, that was... well, it's been tough. I mean, I know we're all, like, chummy now and things are definitely good, but... we'll never be exactly what we were before!"
"So you regret it?" Chris asked, frowning.
"Yes... no... both maybe, I dunno. You should ask Eric, he's the brains, I'm just the looks!" Benji said, clearly using humour to avoid the difficult subject.
"Maybe later," Chris said, sensing the conversation had gone as far as Benji was comfortable. He just cuddled up against him quietly.
Breakfast was just coming to an end and the mood had fluctuated greatly. It had initially been somewhat melancholy as the group realised it was their final meal together, but their spirits quickly rose as they began joking with each other about the week and the things they'd done.
"So when we're done here," Owen instructed the group, "You can all head up to the dorm, get your stuff together and move back in to your own dorms. If you can do it pretty quick so we can get the room all cleaned up ready for the returning boys."
"Okay, done!" Kyle said, grinning. He had no moving to do, with dorm 1.04 already being his regular home.
"Now why can't you all be that efficient?" Owen joked, shooting Kyle a playful wink. "After that, you are officially released back into the wild!"
The boys laughed at the comment as they started to get up but as they began heading for the door, Bran called out, "Everyone, can I... have a moment..." he paused, smiling sincerely. "I know a few of you have stayed at school for half-term breaks before, so I think you can agree this one was... well, let's just say even more fun than they usually are!"
"Too right!" Casey agreed happily.
"And I know we talked about this yesterday, about how we'll never really all hang out together again, but... we'll still be mates and I'll always be here if any of you need anything!" Bran said, getting murmurs of agreement from the others. "But as the unofficial master of half-terms at Kingswood, I just wanna say thank you, to all of you, for making this week as awesome as it was!"
Nobody said anything. Instead, Bran suddenly found himself engulfed by the other boys in a group hug. With the boys all together, Owen moved in and grabbed hold of the mass of bodies too. He reached over and mussed Bran's hair, the two exchanging a longing but accepting look.
"Best week ever!" Bran said, sniffing back a tear.
Casey had just finished getting settled back into dorm 3.13. It had been a strange experience being back in one of the 8-person dorms for the week. Like everyone, he had spent his first three years down on the first floor, sharing with seven others, before spending Years 10 and 11 on the second floor in a 4-person dorm and had only moved up onto the third floor at the beginning of term.
The room felt small, compared to 1.04 but it was still nice to be home. He had dumped most of his clothes from the week straight into the laundry and quickly put away his other few items he had taken down for the week. He looked round the two-man dorm, furnished with just two beds, two desks, two wardrobes and two night-stands. It was tidy, something he knew would not last once his room-mate Ryder returned later that day.
Ryder was great, definitely one of the best friends Casey could have ever hoped for and definitely one of his top choices to share a room with for his final two years at the school. He was certainly not a tidy person though. As much as they tried to keep to their own sides of the room, Ryder's mess always seemed to find a way to creep over.
The other good thing about Ryder... he was popular, in pretty much every sense of the word. He was in every team and club he could squeeze into his calendar and when he wasn't at any of the school's official activities, he loved to indulge in the more 'unofficial' ones. As a result, he was almost never in the dorm, which somehow made the sheer volume of mess he produced all the more perplexing, but untidiness wasn't what was on Casey's mind right then, it was privacy! A two-person dorm with a mostly absent room-mate gave him the perfect space to be with Gabe!
As he lay on his bed, playing with his phone, he kept stopping to listen, hoping to hear footsteps outside that would indicate Gabe had finished his work and was coming up for some of those 'unofficial' school activities!
By the time there was finally a knock at the door, he was virtually out of his mind with anticipation. He had seen Gabe that morning at breakfast, but they were determined to be exponentially more subtle about their forbidden relationship than Owen and Bran had been and played it very cool.
"Finally!" Casey said happily as he pulled the door open.
Gabe went to speak, but instead felt himself get yanked into the room as Casey grabbed a handful of his top and pulled. The moment the door slammed shut, they were kissing. Whatever Gabe had intended to say was lost as the two young men embraced.
Even as Gabe was pressed against the back of the door with Casey nibbling at his neck, stretching the neckline of his top to reveal more skin to be kissed, he remained silent aside from his pleasured mewing. He allowed his own hands to playfully roam Casey's body.
When Casey finally came up for air, his frantic kissing had left his glasses slightly askew. Gabe reached up and, smiling, straightened them.
"Ugh, I hate them!" they said in perfect unison, Casey expressing his annoyance at the glasses and Gabe mocking the comment he knew was coming.
"Oh ha ha!" Casey said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the playful mockery.
Gabe kissed the pouting teen on the cheek and looked at him, waiting for a smile but never got one. A kiss on the other cheek. Still no smile. He leaned in and kissed him on a lips for a few seconds, pulled back and waited as a reluctant smile finally curved up the corners of Casey's mouth. "That's better," he said, leaning in to playfully rubbing Casey's nose with his own.
"I was kinda worried you might have changed your mind!" Casey confessed.
Gabe smirked. "I was about to say the same thing to you!"
"Nah, I kinda like you, I figured you're worth a shot," Casey said with a casual shrug.
"Ugh, such romance!" Gabe said sarcastically.
"That's me!" Casey said, sniggering, though the smile dropped a little. "Honestly though," he paused and sighed, "I'm still finding it hard thinking about what happens after next year!"
"Five hundred and sixty seven!" Gabe answered.
"Erm.... what?" Casey asked, thoroughly bewildered.
"That's how many days until you finish at Kingswood... roughly anyway," Gabe explained.
"You counted?" Gabe asked, surprised. "You fucking nerd!" he teased.
Gabe shrugged, unashamedly nerdy. "I know it's a big thing for you, actually dating someone, and I know you're already gonna be freaking yourself out about leaving here and ending this, but I have the opportunity to give you five hundred and sixty-seven amazing days before then! Even if I only manage it on one in ten days, that's still fifty-six point seven amazing days!"
"Oh my God, are you actually trying to seduce me with maths?" Casey asked, grinning.
"Kinda," Gabe confessed. "Is it working?"
"You tell me!" Casey replied, leaning in, his erection speaking for him.
"Oh my!" Gabe giggled as he felt the firmness against his own. "I would very much like to fuck you now, if that's okay with you?"
Casey giggled at the comedic formality of the request, then frowned. "Wait, you wanna fuck ME? I thought... I'd be topping!"
"Oh what, because you're all big," Gabe mocked a little, placing his hands on Casey's chest, then sliding them round to grab his biceps, "And muscular..." his hands moved back down onto his stomach, "And... sorry, kinda lost my train of thought there," he giggled playfully. "But seriously, you'll get your turn. For now, take off your clothes, get on all fours and prepare yourself, because I'm fucking you. Is that clear?"
"Crystal!" Casey said, slightly excited by the man's dominance. As he quickly stripped, he found the situation increasingly exciting. Since he had had his growth spurt and really built the muscles, he had always been the top when it came to sex, the big spoon in the cuddles after, the one holding rather than being held. It just came with the body, so it was an entirely welcome surprise to find himself pushed into the other role.
Gabe hadn't undressed, he had just stood watching Casey get naked, looking him up and down, making him feel self-conscious in an excitingly nervous way. Once the teen was naked, Gabe gestured at the bed and repeated, "I told you to get on all fours!"
"But you're not even..." Casey began to disagree but was silenced by a simple raise of the eyebrows. It was bizarre, it felt like he was reverting to his younger self, to the shy, intimidated boy he had been when they met. It was almost disorienting in its novelty and excitement. A slight nod towards the bed was all it took for Casey to obey and climb on, assuming the position.
Gabe moved next to him and smiled as he felt the boy's eyes fixed on him. "Eyes down," he ordered. "You don't look at me unless I tell you to. Understand?"
Casey nodded, staring straight down at his bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell Gabe was stripping... painfully slowly. He wanted to look so bad, he almost did several times, but he felt a compulsion to obey, to please his new lover. It wasn't subservience, he had dabbled in sub/Dom stuff during Year 11 and while it had been fun, it had never really caught on with him. This was more playful, more like roleplay.
"Where d'you keep your stuff?" Gabe asked flatly.
"Bottom drawer!" Casey answered just as curtly. He kept his eyes fixed in place as he sensed the movement beside him, heard the drawer open and then close again. More movement and he felt the end of the bed dip a little as Gabe knelt behind him. There was a sudden coldness on his hole as lube was squeezed straight onto it, presumably deliberately, with no warming first.
Casey let out a long, low moan as he felt Gabe's cock begin to push into him. It was a slow but continuous push, taking the best part of a tantalising minute before he felt the man's lap press against his rear. Rather than pulling out, Gabe reached down around Casey and grabbed his cock, which hung hard and heavy beneath him, a little lubricant still on his fingertips.
Gabe finally began to slide back out, letting his hand mimic the movement on Casey's cock until he popped out completely and his hand slid off the teen's tool. As he began to push in again, he moved his hand back over the head of Casey's cock, using his hand to mimic the ass engulfing his own meat.
Casey went to look back, but stopped himself, remembering the instruction. "Can I... look?" he asked shakily.
"No!" Gabe answered succinctly.
"Please," Casey pleaded.
"No!" Gabe repeated, now sliding back out.
As Casey moaned at the denial, Gabe began to pick up the pace, continuing to stroke the teen's cock in time with his own movements. As he began to feel himself getting close, he leaned down, resting his chest on Casey's back, wrapping his other arm round and grabbing a pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh God!" Casey whimpered.
"Don't cum!" Gabe growled.
"I can't... I mean.... you're gonna..." Casey tried to explain, but words kept failing him.
Gabe knew what Casey was trying to say, but without acknowledging it, he loosened his grip on the cock in his hand, his fingers barely grazing it but continuing to move up and down in time with his own thrusts. "Don't cum until I cum!" he instructed.
Casey let out a noise that was somewhere between a distraught whimper and a pleasured moan, knowing he had very little control over what he did, but still trying his best to hold back.
Miraculously, through Gabe's reduced contact and his own strength of will, Casey still hadn't cum by the time the older man pulled out and shot a thick, heavy load over his back. He felt a hand scraping his back, scooping up the thick goo. Moments later, the hand was over his mouth, giving him little choice but to lick it clean and swallow Gabe's spunk.
"Do you want to cum?" Gabe whispered.
"Yes!" Casey demanded.
"Beg for it!" Gabe hissed.
"Please let me cum!" Casey asked.
"You can do better than that!" Gabe said, giving the edging cock a slow squeeze.
"Please, ugh, please let cum, I'm begging you. I need it. Pleeeeease, I have to cum!" Casey begged, no longer sure if he was playing a role or simply desperate.
"On your back!" Gabe snapped.
Casey turned over quicker than he would have thought possible. He would have done pretty much anything to be allowed release. He kept his gaze averted, unsure if the instruction still stood.
"You can look!" Gabe said, grinning. He felt a pounding in his chest as the teen looked at him, his eyes heavy with longing and desire.
Casey watched as Gabe stood up, reached down and grabbed his legs and then lifted. It took Casey a moment to realise what was happening but once he did, he assisted the man in positioning him so his own cock was pointed down at his face. "Okay, say that again!" Gabe taunted, giving the cock a few strokes.
"Please let me cum!" Casey repeated, knowing it was about to get messy. He didn't care. He would cum in his own face, not because he needed the orgasm that much (though he did) but just because it was what Gabe wanted. "Please, I have to..."
The final request went unfinished as a few more strokes took him over the edge. Cumming in his own face was a new experience for the teen. Being a dribbler, he had often marvelled at the other boys who could shoot a great distance, always amused when he saw them accidentally get themselves in the eye. He was beginning to know how they felt as his cock twitched wildly in Gabe's grip, burping up glob after glob of cum which spattered down heavily onto his face.
As the pleasure subsided and fatigue set in, Casey held up less of his own weight, putting more on Gabe who collapsed beneath it, toppling down onto the bed. He crawled round and flopped down with his head alongside Casey's, face down. They lay together for a few minutes, their hands slowly moving together until their fingers locked.
At the same time, they both turned to face each other, grinning.
"Look at the fucking state of you!" Gabe chuckled, the spunk beginning to liquefy and dribble down the contours of the teen's face.
"I think I like... bottoming for you!" Casey said, almost breathing normally now. He reached over and tightly grasped one of Gabe's buttocks. "But believe me when I say you're gonna enjoy doing it for me too!"
"Five hundred and sixty-seven days of this," Gabe said, smiling. "I think I'm okay with that!"
"Yeah," Casey said, leaning in to kiss the older man, leaving a hint of cum on his face. "Me too!"
"All done?" Eric asked, grinning as he saw Benji approaching.
"Done what? I didn't do anything!" Benji said, smirking. The only thing the two friends were better at than pranking was not getting caught. Their absolute ability to cover up was what had allowed them to go mostly unpunished for their whole school careers.
On this particular occasion, they had set up a prank for the rest of their year group, though it would not come to fruition for at least a couple of days. They had considered rigging something up as a surprise for them all their first night back, but that would just make it too obvious who had done it, so they opted for the long game instead.
They were out the front of the building, enjoying the morning sun and the final few minutes of peace. A couple of cars had already turned up in the car park, the boys who were most keen to be back, or as was more often the case, the parents who were most keen to be rid of them!
As Benji sat down beside Eric, he leaned on him casually.
"You okay?" Eric asked, lifting his shoulder a little to nudge the other boy.
"Yeah, I am," Benji answered honestly. "Did Chris speak to you at all?"
"About...?" Eric enquired.
"I dunno, us... dating... friendships... that sorta thing!" Benji explained.
Eric shook his head. "No, was he supposed to?"
Benji sat up and shrugged. "I guess not. He was just asking stuff this morning about it, that's all."
"And you told him to speak to me?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"You.... do words... better!" Benji replied, deliberately playing dumb to emphasise the point.
"You're better with them than you think!" Eric said, leaning sideways to nudge his friend.
Benji smiled. "Wow, a compliment, we really are taking this 'not falling out' thing seriously, aren't we?"
"Shut up!" Eric said, nudging him harder. He paused a moment and asked, "Do you... think we made the right call?"
Benji shrugged, waited a moment while he thought and answered, "Well I get my best friend back, I still have you in my life and I don't spend every moment ready for the next argument. I don't see how that could ever be anything other than the right choice!"
"And you say you're not good with words!" Eric said happily.
"And hey, things don't work out and we're both still single when we're thirty, we can get back together and argue our way into old age!" Benji joked.
"Now that sounds like a plan!" Eric agreed, throwing an arm around the other boy's shoulder. "You know I love you, right?"
"I do," Benji replied softly. "And I... really don't blame you!"
Eric rolled his eyes and grabbed Benji's shirt, pulling him back so he fell off the seat.
"Fine, I deserved that!" Benji replied, trying to act casual as he lay flat on his back, almost making out he was laying there intentionally. Suddenly he reached up and grabbed Eric too and called out, "And so do you!"
Eric fell back on top of him, both boys laughing as they wrestled their way back up.
"Hey, look!" Eric suddenly declared, pointing across to the car park.
"Wow, Dusty's running, so he CAN do it!" Benji said playfully as they saw their young former room-mate running towards a car that pulled up.
A boy the same age as Dusty climbed out and was immediately wrapped in a hug by the breathless boy.
"Hnnh, guessing that's Zach," Benji said, smiling.
"Really? And here I was thinking Dusty was gonna greet everyone like that. Maybe you're really the smart one after all!" Eric teased.
"Fuck off!" Benji snapped.
The two boys were wrestling again in moments, insults flying readily between them.
Chris lay on the sofa in dorm 1.01, his leg over the end, his arm hanging off the side. "Ugh, it's so good to be home!"
Kyle shook his head from one of the sofas opposite. "You were, like, three doors away!" he exclaimed.
"It felt further!" Chris said dramatically.
"And the rooms are basically identical!" Kyle added.
"It's not about the décor, it's about the heart!" Chris declared, sitting up and clutching at his chest playfully.
"Can't imagine why you're in Drama Club," Kyle said dryly, sniggering to himself.
"To be... or not to be..." Chris declared, holding a hand aloft, "That... is such a cliché quote. Can I maybe interest you in some MacBeth?"
"Huh?" Kyle asked, lost by any literary reference, clearly not as keen a reader as Chris.
"Ugh, heathen!" Chris moaned, swooning onto the sofa with the back of his hand against his forehead.
"You're nervous!" Kyle declared, sitting forward in his seat.
Chris just tilted his head to the side and looked at the other boy questioningly.
"You get loud and hyperactive when you're nervous," Kyle explained. He smiled shyly as he added, "It's cute!"
"Pfft, you're crazy!" Chris said defensively. He suddenly felt a bit awkward about his phrasing, knowing the other boy actually did seem to have some issues. "I mean... erm..."
Kyle chuckled. "It's fine, I'm okay with crazy, but in future I prefer the term 'broken', okay?"
"Hey!" Chris said, swivelling round and jumping to his feet. "You're not broken!" he insisted, sitting down beside Kyle and wrapping his arms around him.
Kyle smiled at the loving gesture, but it quickly faded. "I kind of am," he said with a clear tone of acceptance. "But you're good at fixing me, so I guess we balance out!"
"I like fixing you!" Chris said, then kissed him playfully on the cheek.
"We should tell Danny about it; you know he gets off on fixing people!" Kyle laughed. Right before their mutual friend had departed for the week, the two boys had teased him about his penchant for helping people.
Chris chuckled weakly and said, a quiet, "Yeah."
"I thought so," Kyle said, face screwing up a little as he looked thoughtfully at Chris. "He's what you're nervous about, isn't he!"
"No!" Chris insisted unconvincingly, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms in front of him defensively. As Kyle looked on at him, eyes wide and sad, he sighed and said, "Well... perhaps... a little bit!"
Kyle nodded and took a few deep breaths as silence hung between them. "If you... wanna break up with me... I understand," he said quietly, but then his eyes widened, this time in shock at his own words. "I mean, not that I'm saying we're together, I know we haven't... ya know... said that... or... or I guess... talked about it at all, so I'm not saying I've just assumed anything, but, but... erm... well..."
"You're nervous!" Chris said, doing his best to imitate the other boy.
"Yeah, no shit!" Kyle snapped, surprising even himself with his voracity. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, but obviously I'm nervous. But... I'm always nervous, that's kinda the... ya know... broken thing we just talked about! So I'll pretty much just... just keep on rambling because I just told you you could break up with me and you haven't said anything back and I'm getting a bit... scared about it now and... and..."
Chris leaned in and kissed the other boy. "Oh my God," Chris said, pulling away as Kyle sat stunned. "Shut up and breathe!"
Kyle just nodded, taking a deep breath before gulping and taking a few more.
Chris just looked at Kyle as he sat there on the verge of hyperventilation. Did he really think he was going to get dumped just because Danny was coming back? Did he feel like he was some kind of stand-in or placeholder? Did he think, after how close they had gotten, the kissing, the intimacy, that things could just end like that? He couldn't help thinking the boy really was broken and felt a knot in his stomach at the possibility he had maybe been causing some of the damage himself.
"I'm sorry," Chris said, taking hold of Kyle's hand. The words were supposed to put the other boy at ease, but the panicked look on his face made it clear he thought things were going the other way. "I'm not breaking up with you!" he quickly blurted out, if only to stop him from looking any more upset.
"You're not?" Kyle asked, sounding somewhere between surprised and elated.
"Well no, because we never officially got together!" Chris explained. There it was again, the panic spreading over his face. "We should have talked about it," he went on, still holding Kyle's hand. "We said we were gonna wait and... and speak to Danny about what might be happening, but then we kinda went ahead and did stuff anyway. I like you Kyle, a lot!"
"But?" the other boy asked, shaking a little.
"But nothing," Chris said with a shrug. "That's just it. I like you a lot!"
"So we're... what?" Kyle asked, a little lost.
Chris raised his eyebrows, slightly frustrated to have to prompt, but he said, "And this is where you're meant to say if you like me too!"
"Oh!" Kyle exclaimed, blushing. "Yeah, yeah I do. A lot!"
"Great, so... you like me, I like you, we've spent all week with our tongues down each others' throats. I mean, I'm no expert on the matter, but I think that makes us..." Chris trailed off, unsure of the right word.
"Boyfriends!" Kyle said, finally looking relieved.
Chris smiled at the sheer joy spreading over Kyle's face. Nodding gently, he replied, "Yeah, yeah I think we are!"
"And Danny?" Kyle asked, brow furrowing once more.
Chris nodded. "He's... my best friend." It seemed like such an obvious reply, but Chris felt a strange warmth as he said it. That's what Danny was. They could have been more, but then they could have ended up like Eric and Benji. No, best friends for life, that's what they had called each other and that's what they would be, forever.
"Well... don't worry, I won't... give anything away until you have the chance to talk to him!" Kyle promised.
"You'd best stay away then," Chris said with a snigger. "I know you have a hard time resisting all of this!" He gestured to himself.
Kyle chuckled. "I'd say something funny, but you're not wrong!" He leaned forward, placed a hand on Chris' chest and then kissed him, eventually straddling his lap as the kiss continued.
Chris laughed playfully as Kyle sat back.
"What's funny?" Kyle asked, curious what could have amused him when he was supposed to be getting aroused.
"My boyfriend is sitting on my lap!" Chris said. "I know it's not funny, it's just... boyfriend!"
"Yeah, well... my boyfriend is about to get very lucky!" Kyle said back, shuffling back so he could undo Chris' jeans. He pulled down the front of his underwear and his four-inch erection sprang free.
"Wait, I... wanna jerk off!" Chris declared.
"Oh, how romantic!" Kyle said, looking thoroughly dejected.
"No, I mean... with you," Chris said blushing. "You remember last Saturday, I jerked off for you because you were..."
"Nervous!" Kyle said, rapidly growing to despise the word.
"Yeah, so you just watched. I think... I'd like to watch you, while you watch me... and I think you can do it!" Chris explained. He leaned forward and kissed the other boy briefly, then corrected himself. "No, I know you can do it!"
Kyle grinned at Chris' confidence in him. "Okay!" he said happily. He jumped off of Chris' lap, pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as he sat on the sofa opposite.
Chris copied the quick strip so both boys were sat mostly naked, both hard, both grinning as they tentatively touched themselves. He was worried Kyle's nerves might kick in again, but the sheer delight on his face seemed to suggest he actually could do this as Chris had stated.
Neither boy spoke as they stroked themselves, their pace eventually synchronising. They pulled their feet out of their clothing and stretched them out, playfully meeting in the middle.
Kyle was first to cum, looking absolutely ecstatic that he had managed to do so in front of another person as he covered his stomach in his load. As pleased as he was with himself, he was staring at Chris with absolute adoration. He knew he was far from over his issues, but this was still progress and it was thanks to the masturbating boy in front of him.
"Oh fuuuuck!" Chris moaned, tossing his head back as he shot over himself, enjoying the thought of Kyle watching him.
"Well this feels a bit familiar!" a voice called from the doorway.
Chris opened his eyes and saw Owen standing there. Caught somewhere between amused and humiliated, he yelled out, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
All three of them burst into laughter, with Kyle quickly covering up. Chris showed no such compunction, shamelessly sitting there naked and covered in his cum as the teacher approached.
"I swear I'm not doing this on purpose!" Owen said with a chuckle. A week earlier when he had walked in on the same thing, he had just made a comment and walked away, as embarrassed by the discovery as the boy had been. The events of the week had very rapidly changed that. "I was just coming to talk about your new training schedule, but maybe I should come back later!"
"Oh, ya think?" Chris exclaimed, gesturing to the cooling puddles of cum on his naked body.
"Well I tell ya what, I'll be catch up with you tonight after dinner and we can make a plan. It'll be.... nice to see you with clothes on for a change!" Owen said with a snigger.
Chris stared back at him for a moment, then said, "I don't know if you've fully switched back yet, so this is risky, but... fuck you, Owen!" As Kyle stared in shock and the teacher raised an eyebrow, he smiled sweetly and said, "But now you're my teacher again, so.... Yes sir, Mr Beecham. I'll see you later!"
Owen's eyes narrowed for a moment, knowing the boy was pushing his luck but then laughed, shaking his head as he walked away.
"I really don't know how you get away with the stuff you do!" Kyle said once the teacher was out of the room.
"Pure charm!" Chris said, grinning cheekily as he playfully rubbed his spunk into his chest and stomach.
"If ya say so!" Kyle said as he pulled on his clothes.
Chris quickly re-dressed too as Kyle stood over him. "You did it!" he said casually.
Kyle smiled, knowing what the other boy meant. "Yeah, thanks to you!"
"And you!" Chris urged the other boy to give himself some credit.
"Thanks to us then!" Kyle said, hopping back on the sofa beside him.
Chris grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, mewing happily. He huffed as he heard movement across the room again. It seemed Mr Beecham clearly wasn't satisfied with interrupting them just the once. He turned, ready to turn on the charm with the teacher again, but instead stared in shock as he exclaimed, "Danny!"
TO BE CONTINUED IN TALES FROM KINGSWOOD – CHAPTER 14. COMING SOON.
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