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Kayden spotted the teacher striding across the grass towards them, and by his side walked Guy Feide.
"Is Guy helping out?" Kayden asked Jarrett.
Jarrett frowned, then span to watch the approaching figures, "oh is that Guy. He's the captain of the First Eleven team."
"How's everyone doing?" asked the teacher as he finally made it to the group. There were a few whoops and cheers from the boys. The teacher motioned around him to the older boys that had started to gather to watch the trials. "We do get a lot of spectators at matches, so this will be a good practise of being watched, and being under pressure. We'll start with stretches, a warm-up followed by a quick control exercise and then finish with a match." He counted the heads that were present, and came to thirty-eight participants. "We'll have to have to split the group into two matches, I'll take one and Guy'll take the other." He looked to Guy, who nodded. "Okay, I'll leave it with you while I get another set of goals out."
With that the teacher turned and left, leaving Guy in charge of the group.
Guy waited until the teacher was out of earshot and then began, "all right guys," he clapped his hands together. "This is firstly a football trial, but that doesn't mean we can't not have fun. I recognise a few of you, but let me tell you that all of that goes out the window. You have to impress me with your skills." His eyes cast over the nodding, swaying group. "And those goals are going to take a while to put up so, it's just you, me and your audience."
He ordered them into rows, and stood at the front of the group, legs spread wide apart.
"First stretch, legs together, bend over and try and touch your toes."
Kayden copied Guy's position, pushing his hands down so that he could grip the underside of his boots with his fingertips comfortably. He heard grunts and gruff breaths around him as others struggled to get as far down. He flicked his head up and realised why Guy had put them in rows, inches from his face was the contoured cheeks of the boy in front, the boy's shorts were pulled tight against his skin, the stitching of his boxers clearly visible. The shirt had been pulled half way up his back exposing smooth skin and the bright yellow waistband of his boxers.
Kayden wondered who he was bending over for. After a slow count of ten they came back up. Everyone now looking around at each other. The boy in front turned and saw Kayden gazing at him. A thin smile stretched across his face, as he ran a hand through his swept over haircut. He looked somewhat familiar.
Then it was Kayden's turn to look behind him. A serious looking boy with a mop of dark curly hair was glancing over to his left. Kayden followed his gaze, and found Alex four columns over.
"Who knows another stretch?" Guy asked. A few hands shot up in the air, including Kayden's. Guy scanned over the group, and settled on Seth, "you're Ryan's brother, aren't you? Come on up." Seth nodded and scampered to the front.
"I know this one," he put one foot in front of the other, straightened his back leg and then lent forwards.
"Nice one," Guy said, as he crouched besides Seth. "Now this stretches your lower leg muscles." He placed his hand on the back of Seth's lower left leg. After another count, they swapped legs. Kayden looked to the people diagonally in front of his, taking in David's straining thighs, and then the big, curved butt of Joey. Kayden watched how Guy's hand rubbed up and down Seth's lower legs.
They finished the stretch and more hands were raised then before. Guy pointed straight at Kayden this time. "You, come on up."
Kayden didn't move, "me?"
"Oh, sorry Kayden. I meant the guy behind you, don't worry you can come up after. What's your name, mate?"
"Matthew Backer," the boy said.
There was a twinkle of recognition in Guy's eyes, "oh Jacob told me about you. Got a bit of a temper on you. Use that to fuel your desire. It helps a lot."
Matt nodded, then turned and started his stretch.
"Very good," Guy commented his hands running over Matt's pale skin, "now this one uses the back of the lower leg, and the lower thigh. Nice legs." He said giving them a little squeeze, "very nice."
Ten on one leg, ten on the other. Matt took his place back in the group and now it was Kayden's turn.
Once he was in front of the group he suddenly realised how many people there were at the trials. Kayden couldn't help but smirk as he lifted his left leg off the floor and taking the boot in his hand, pressed the studs against his butt.
"Now with this one, if you can't balance on your own then it's fine to lean on someone. In terms of muscles that you are using." Guy's large hands wrapped around Kayden's lower thigh almost reaching the whole way around. Then he stroked up Kayden's thigh as if he was masturbating a huge cock. "Bit bigger than mine, but nowhere near Charlie's," Guy whispered to Kayden as his hand made their way under Kayden's tight shorts. Kayden shivered, and suddenly he felt fingertips brushing against his balls. Over and up, pushing against his semi-erect penis.
Kayden suddenly flinched, his whole body shook and he fell to the ground with a shriek. "You all right?" Guy asked as he heaved Kayden to his feet, "you know you just needed to say that you couldn't balance yourself." Kayden swapped feet, and as soon as his had hold of his boot he felt Guy's arms wrap around his chest.
That was when he felt the huge cock pressing against his back. Kayden gasped as Guy's hands ventured down his chest, to his stomach, rubbing over his abs. And then they slipped even further down, and finally grasped Kayden's cock and balls, squeezing them firmly. A squeal escaped Kayden's lips, which soon turned into a moan as Guy released the pressure and then tightened again.
Thrusting his cock up and down Kayden's back. Hurriedly grunting into Kayden's tingling ear. Kayden's cock throbbed from the constant pressure, his eyelids flickered wildly as his head lolled back against Guy's chest.
"Uh, uh, oh God," Kayden whispered, "fuck. Fuck."
Guy's soft lips brushed against Kayden's earlobe, "Benjamin told me what he did to you." He hissed, pushing his cock hard against Kayden's back, pulling the young boy onto him. Guy's cock trapped between the two bodies. "I want to be next."
Kayden couldn't concentrate properly, his eyes wouldn't focus, his left leg was wobbling. Guy gave one final rough squeeze of Kayden's junk and heard him whimper uncontrollably. His whole body was shaking as Guy's left hand roughly rubbed up and down Kayden's body. Kayden felt his cock spasm, his balls tighten and cum erupted onto the inside of his boxers.
Guy released Kayden's body and took a step back, rubbing the huge bulge under his own clothes that stretched past the top of his waist and strained against his shirt.
Kayden walked back over to his place, he could feel the eyes staring at him.
"How is it that everyone wants you?" Jarrett leaned over and whispered to him.
"It's not my fault, I can't help it."
"Even Liam said he'd fuck you," Jarrett snarled, "and he probably already has as well."
Kayden felt a heat on his cheeks, "of course he hasn't."
"Good."
Guy cleared his throat, "all right guys, we had to start late so we're running over a bit. That means we're going to have to move straight into the game." Guy looked over to the goals, both had now been set up and the coach was walking over to the group hauling a large bag of bibs with him, and a clipboard. He handed the clipboard to Guy, "we've got red, blue, white and black teams which we sorted you into when you put your names down for the trial. So, collect a bib when I call your colour."
Kayden was put into the black team along with Jarrett and Noah, along with six other boys from the other classes that he hadn't seen before the trial. Matthew, the boy that had been behind Kayden during the stretches, was also on the black team.
He looked over to the white team, that had been put against them. Amongst them was Michael, Alex and the boy who had been in front of Kayden during stretches.
"Oh Jarrett, Kayden! You guys are going down!" Michael called out jokingly. He pointed to the boy who had been in front of Kayden, "Mason is going to destroy your team." Michael and Mason high-fived. Jarrett shot back a reply that got whoops from the black team, but the words blurred together. Kayden couldn't help noticing the look that was carved across Alex's face. A look that made Kayden's stomach flipped.
As they made their way over to their pitch they were told their positions. Jarrett was in defence paired with a boy named Connor, while Kayden had been put into an attacking midfielder role, behind Matt and a red-haired boy that was constantly flicking his hair to the side, called Luke. It turned out that they had two boys named Noah on their team, one playing just in front of the defence and, the Noah from Kayden's class, also out on the left wing.
On the right wing was Jacob, who had a fixed look of surprise etched on his face. And in goal was Devon, who had never-ending legs and an infectious laugh.
Kayden's eyes flicked from Michael and Alex, who mirrored Jarrett and Kayden's positions to one of Michael's defensive partners who he vaguely recognised from when they got split into forms. And finally, his gaze met Mason's, Kayden almost had to take a step back. Kayden's cock twitched as he realised that the look was almost identical to the one that Benjamin had given him whilst thrusting deep inside him. But this wasn't directed at Kayden, this was towards the game, his desire to win.
Winning the coin toss, Matt, who had designated himself as de facto captain of the black team chose to kick off. He stood with hands on his hips with his strike partner and looked back at Kayden.
"Play it simple, and keep it on the ground," he shouted to his team.
Kayden felt the familiar bubbles of adrenaline flowing through his blood, as he bounced on his toes to try and keep his excitement and uncertainty to a minimum.
The shrill whistle cut through the air, and they were off. Matt rolled the ball to Luke, who controlled it and turned towards Kayden, who had just enough time to shout, "man on," before Mason burst past Matt, nicked the ball off Luke's feet and tore towards the black team's goal. Instantly Kayden set off after him, pumping his arms as he quickly got up to speed.
A few metres ahead of him Mason came up against another of the black team who got a foot to the ball, only to have it bounce straight up. With a firm thigh, Mason knocked the ball over the challenge and hopped over the body, only to see a leg reach around him and hoof the ball out of play.
The momentum of Kayden's tackle made his legs wrap around Mason's waist, and he felt his standing foot be whipped from the ground as Mason barrelled into Kayden, taking them both clattering to the grass.
"Great tackle!" yelled the coach, "and great run, Mason."
Mason pushed himself up off of Kayden's body, then grabbed Kayden by the hand and helped him up.
"I'll get you next time," Mason winked, pointing behind Kayden, who turned to see the ball arch over his head and a messy haired boy latch onto it, taking it down after the first bounce. Out of the corner of his eye Kayden saw Mason shoot past him, shouting for the ball as he did so. The ball was played across to him just outside the box. Jarrett went to meet it, his eyes locked on the ball, until it suddenly vanished. The ball rocketed towards the goal, rising all the time and perfectly down the middle. Devon back pedalled frantically, pushed off and leapt through the air his fingertips missing the ball by an inch.
Ding! The ball ricocheted, hard, off the top of the crossbar and behind for a goal kick. Mason bellowed in frustration, as the crowd that had gathered to watch the game cheered at the display.
The match was fast paced, with many of the players being ran circles around. Time after time the black team attacked in numbers, out to the wing, one-two with Kayden, play it inside, two touch football. A few times Kayden felt himself being let down by his team mates when they fumbled a pass, or ducked a high ball. But all he did was encourage them to do better next time.
Kayden had been surprised by Alex, who had mainly focused on playing well. He would put in a hard but fair tackle, and then he would split the black team's defence with a well-placed through ball. The first time it had happened Mason had burst through the middle of Jarrett and Connor who had been dragged too close together, the pass had curved around the outside of the trio, falling at Mason's feet just inside the penalty box before being slotted into the bottom corner of the goal.
The second had come from the same move, but the ball had split the defence and Mason had dashed around the outside. This time though Devon had caught on to what was happening and had rushed out to meet the ball before Mason could get to it. But a rash lunge, which caught Mason and left the ball to carry on its path meant that Mason's strike partner had an empty goal and a tap in.
Two-nil down with only five minutes to go, and the black team were on another attack. With his soft touch Kayden stopped a pass dead, looked up and saw the white team keeper slightly off his line.
He heard Matt yelling for the ball, but instead Kayden leaned back, and struck the underside of the ball, his boot stopping dead as it connected.
The white team keeper instantly knew he was in trouble as the ball soared high into the air in a smooth curve. Up and down, Kayden watched, with his next breath caught in his chest, as it dipped just under the crossbar. Kayden's celebratory cry rose up his throat, but was caught short as a small hand reached and palmed the ball over the crossbar and out for a corner. There were cheers from the sidelines for the acrobatic save from the tiny keeper that had denied the black team's every chance.
Kayden stood on the edge of the box and watched the mass of bodies swirling around in front of the goal. Matt had insisted on taking the corner. Kayden watched as Matt placed the ball down as if it were made of glass, the gentleness surprised him. Maybe Matt did have a soft side after all.
As Matt took his measured steps backwards Kayden took note of his surroundings. Everyone was focusing on picking up their marker inside the box. Michael was standing on the front post, and Alex was at the back post. Suddenly Alex turned his head and glanced at Kayden, and then back at Matt, who was just starting his run up. And as soon as Matt planted his standing foot next to the ball, Alex exploded away from the post and towards Kayden.
Kayden watched as the ball curved towards him, it seemed to hang in the air for ages. It was almost here. Kayden readied himself, turned towards the goal and screamed. Alex barrelled into him at full speed, knocking him to the ground and falling on top. Kayden hit the floor, the air being knocked from his lungs. The whistle instantly went, but Kayden could only hear his blood fizzing through his veins. Gathering all his strength he reached up and shoved Alex off.
Alex cried out, and swung for Kayden missing him by inches. Instantly Alex was on top of Kayden again, his teeth clenched, seething. The corner of his mouth twitched furiously. Then hands grabbed Alex around the waist and hauled him away. The coach hugged Alex tightly, restricting his movement.
"Calm down, both of you!" he yelled. "Kayden get your arse to my office, right now! Same with you Alex, and if either of you so much as touch the other person you won't be playing football at all this year."
"I can't be having any of my players fighting with each other," said the coach as he looked from Kayden to Alex, "not only does it make us look like absolute crap to the other schools, it's also against school rules. Now I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time as long as you can promise me that this will not happen again."
Kayden opened his mouth to speak but Alex beat him to it.
"It won't. I promise."
The coach nodded slowly, "good," he clapped his hands together. "I'm still going to have to put you both in isolation though-"
"What?" Kayden yelled.
"-though it's only for an hour, and you can spend it in here right now, rather than after school. What lessons do you have now?"
"Maths," Alex said, "and he's got Science."
The coach stood and made his way to the door, "right, I'm going to go and explain this awful situation and get some work for you to do." He pointed at both of the boys, "don't even think about moving."
The door swung shut with a click.
Kayden could only play the event over and over in his mind. A thought crossed his mind, what if he had blown his chance to get into the A-team? Surely they would only let one of the two in, if any. He thought through the match, what had he done to earn himself a place? A few shots on goal, a couple of dribbles, and shoving Alex in the face.
"Sorry."
How could he even begin to think that they would choose him, he had no chance-
He looked at Alex, "what?"
Alex rubbed his face, "don't make me say it again."
"You... you're sorry?"
Alex nodded and leaned towards Kayden, "I... I can't..." he sighed, looked to the floor.
Kayden frowned, what was going on?
Alex locked eyes with Kayden, trapping him with his gaze. Kayden felt himself being dragged deeper into Alex's eyes. Alex continued, "the first time I met Scott... I punched him in the arm." Kayden's frown deepened, as Alex turned away. "I... I like you," Alex finally said.
"Y-you... what?" Kayden stuttered.
Alex didn't look up, he just waited. And then, he quickly leaned forwards and pecked Kayden's lips. Kayden flinched and pulled back. "What are you doing?"
It was Alex's turn to frown, "I said I like you," he huffed.
Kayden shook his head, "well, I don't like you."
Alex sighed, turned away and as he did he whispered something under his breath.
"Kayden!"
He turned to look back down the corridor to see Jarrett pointing at one of the notice boards, who was part of a larger group of year 7s that were crowding the notices. Kayden pushed his way through the bustling students to get to his boyfriend. "They put up the team sheets," Jarrett said.
Kayden looked to the board. On it were two columns of paper, titled A-team and B-team. Each row split into year groups, with the sixth formers at the top and Kayden's year at the bottom.
As Kayden joined the group, Harry and Joey pointed to one of the sheets.
"Congrats man," Joey cooed.
Kayden had to read down the B-team list, certain that he would be on it.
Date: Saturday 10 September 2016
Time: 9:30am
(Arrive for 8:30am)
Opposition: Year 7 B-Team v Gainsbrook Academy
Friendly
Venue: Home – Pitch A
GK Sheldon Lamarche DF Connor Dove DF Jarrett Perrault DF Kieran Mcconnell DF Joseph Lundell MF Kai Tracy MF Casey Conway MF Max Garman C MF Isaac Berren FW Alfie Lindberg FW Ellis Toomey
Subs: Harry Cassidy, Jacob Maguire, Noah Wurne, Luke Stones, Charles Heath
- Arrive in full school uniform 2) All shirts must be put into a neat pile after the match 3) Boots must be knocked out before re-entering the changing rooms
He turned to Jarrett, "nice one," then to Joey, and finally to Harry, "you all made it in."
Jarrett didn't reply, but Harry did, "so did you," he said pointing to the sheet on the left. And there was Kayden's name, eighth on the list. He read it over and over until he wasn't sure that it was even his name any more. Then he scanned the list to see who his team mates were.
Date: Saturday 10 September 2016
Time: 9:30am
(Arrive for 8:30am)
Opposition: Year 7 A-Team v Edgewood High School
Southern Schools League
Venue: Home – Pitch C
GK Dylan Kalb DF Bryant Young DF Jason Spingel DF Michael Stevenson DF Logan Emmons MF Noah Swanson MF Alex Loader MF Kayden Hart MF David East FW Matthew Backer FW Mason Finder
Subs: Peter Wilkin, Max Hills, Lucas Salvador
"I made it?" Kayden whispered. He tried to catch Jarrett's eye, "I made it."
But Jarrett couldn't take his eyes off of the A-team list. As he read down the names his face fell.
Jarrett thought back to their first day when Michael had kept Kayden's boxers after their shower together: "I'm gonna keep these," Michael walked out of the changing rooms, his hands rubbing the silky, wet material of Kayden's boxers. His mind wandered to the boy who had previously been wearing the boxers. Fuck, he thought. Rubbing his crotch as he did so.
Then his mind wandered to what he had read on s-experi, written by David East: I already had a boner from getting a massage from one of the hottest boys in my class I just want to lick all over his six-pack. And his package! I can't wait to see it!
And then there was Alex.
"Are you all right?" asked Harry.
Jarrett tore his eyes away from the board and nodded his head slowly, "yeah, just disappointed that I didn't get into the A-team, that's all."
"With Kayden?"
Jarrett turned and took off down the corridor. Scott watched him go, "hey, do you guys wanna get something to eat? Coach did say we got an extended lunch."
Kayden surveyed his plate, that days meal was beans, toast, two sausages and a mountain of curly fries, with a banana for afters. Beside him sat Harry and across from them were Scott and Seth, who had just joined them.
"Well first of all, a toast to Kayden for reaching the A-team," Scott said, raising his slice of bread into the air. The four boys tapped their toast together and laughed.
Kayden grinned, and started tucking into his beans.
"Imagine all that cock you'll get though." Kayden raised his eyes to look at Scott, and it took him a second to realise that it was Harry who had spoken.
Scott chuckled, "I knew you were cock hungry under that shy surface," he said, making Harry blush. "I'll let you have mine after I finish this one off," he winked at Harry, then picked up one of his sausages and pushed it between his lips. Deeper and deeper he pushed the meat until he finally gagged and pulled it out, his thick lips slurping loudly. Scott began to moan as he deep throated the thick sausage. And all the while he never stopped staring at Harry.
Kayden glanced between the two of them, watching Harry squirm in his chair and then to the lustful gaze in Scott's eyes. And then he turned to Seth and gulped. Meanwhile Seth had silently unpeeled his banana and had made it vanish down his throat.
Kayden could see Seth's cheeks squeezing the length of the fruit, the tip of it pushing a lump in the front of Seth's throat.
Kayden whimpered, as he got a flashback of watching Seth in the sixth formers changing rooms.
With a deafening slurp Seth curved the banana back out of his mouth and looked around the table at the stunned faces a shy smirk etched across his face.
"You can take that without gagging?" Scott bit down on his sausage and gulped it down.
"I bet you couldn't take Guy's," Kayden chirped, "his is fucking huge."
Seth wrinkled his nose, "I can do eight."
Scott leaned towards Seth, "I bet that's how big your brother is, right?"
Seth looked to the table, his head bowed, and then quietly, "eight and a half. He likes it when I gag on it."
"And he, in return, chews on your cock," Kayden said.
Seth frowned, "what? No, I never said that."
"But you would let him, right?"
Seth's red cheeks told the other members of the table what a simple yes would have done.
"Oh my, really?" Scott almost yelped. "Oh, this has to happen sometime soon. Cause you are one kinky guy." There was the scrap of metal against wood as Scott's chair was pushed back. He stood up.
Seth choked on his sausage, "now?"
"Yeah, I'm horny right now. You, me, outside, right now. You too Harry."
And with a cough and a gulp, Seth slid his legs from under the table and followed Scott and Harry out the canteen.
Kayden was watching them go when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Jarrett staring intensely into his eyes.
"Follow me," Jarrett said, taking Kayden's hand and leading him out of the canteen.
Jarrett lead him along the corridor, through a double set of doors and then another set.
"Where are we-?"
Jarrett pushed open the door to the toilets and pulled Kayden into a free cubicle. The door wasn't even locked by the time Jarrett had turned and smothered Kayden's lips with his own. Jarrett's tongue roughly forced its way into Kayden's waiting mouth.
Kayden moaned as Jarrett pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. Grinding their bulges together. Hands rubbing up and down, finding a way underneath the shirts. Gliding over smooth skin, sending trembling shocks of excitement down the boys' spines. Kayden moaned as Jarrett pulled back, and then yanking Kayden's shirt off, he dived back down kissing Kayden's shoulders, his chest, down, down to his stomach. Jarrett's gentle hands stroking the ever-growing erection of Kayden's cock.
And then Jarrett came back up, short of breath, his brow wet with sweat.
"Fuck me," he breathed, leaning forwards to brush his lips against Kayden's, "please fuck me, just me, right now. Please." His hand squeezed Kayden's hard cock and felt it shudder. "Please."
Jarrett quickly ripped off his string vest and stood before Kayden in nothing but the skin-tight shorts that Kayden had picked out for him that morning. Kayden swallowed hard as he stared at the head of Jarrett's cock peaking over the waistband.
Then Kayden spun Jarrett around and pulled him closer so that his bulge was pressing against Jarrett's firm butt, the curves perfectly outlined by the tight material. Kayden's hands clamped over Jarrett's nipples and he thrust his bulge into Jarrett.
He wondered about how many boys from other schools he would get to fuck.
His breath was ragged as he pulled Jarrett's shorts to the ground, revealing the tight cheeks. And then he yanked his trousers down, along with his boxers.
And what about the sixth formers from other schools?
Replacing his hands, and gripping Jarrett tightly he thrust his cock up between Jarrett's smooth peaches. A shudder passed through his body.
"Oh fuck," he hissed, humping harder and faster into his boyfriend's sweating naked body. Groaning wildly, whispering into Jarrett's ear. Showering kisses down the neck, on his shoulders.
Kayden felt hands gripping his butt, squeezing and kneading with their soft touch.
He would let them do whatever they wanted to him.
Kayden's thrusts suddenly increased in ferocity, his groans were now grunts of pleasure. Jarrett's hands explored down Kayden's piston-like thighs. "Oh fuck, Jarrett!" Kayden's excitement echoed around the toilets.
Or else he would beg for them to fuck him. Their monster cocks, he imagined in his mind, reaching the floor, choking down the stiff girth of a cock as wide as his leg. Making them fuck his throat, all the way down, further than ever before. Blocking off his oxygen and holding him down. He could imagine himself coughing and spluttering as he scrambled for air, pushing against muscular thighs but with no effect.
And then at the last moment, his head would be released and the cock would slide back up his throat and fall from his gasping mouth, the drool of pre-cum leaking over his bottom lip. And then it would spring back up, smacking against his cheek with a wet slap. Then the owner of his desire, only having to slightly duck his head, would be able to wrap his mouth around the tip. Tending to his own needs while his cold glare left Kayden kneeling on the floor, naked and trembling.
Begging for his mouth to be stretched wide, pleading for the taste of the boy's meat between his lips.
He suddenly felt his whole body burst with ecstasy, his eyes widened, his mouth dropped open and with a final almighty thrust, and a deafening bellow, he shot his cum into the air. Three huge strings splashed off the ceiling, the fourth and fifth jumped the barrier to the next cubicle.
And then Kayden took hold of his throbbing length and tugged it down, spraying his thick load all over Jarrett's back, down and over his butt. The cum seeping down the silky skin, over the tight, sweaty mounds and onto the now sticky thighs.
After a full half minute, Kayden cock finally ran dry, the last few drops dribbling off the tip. By the end of the utter heaven he had just experienced Kayden took quite a few seconds for his blurred, yellow-spotted vision to fade. With heavy trembling legs Kayden collapsed backwards onto the toilet, his head back and his breath laboured.
Jarrett slowly turned to face Kayden, hands crossed over his chest. Kayden looked up at him and instantly knew something was wrong.
"What is it?" Kayden frowned. Jarrett wrapped his arms tighter around himself, his eyes on the floor. He didn't answer. Instead he bent down and picked up his shorts and squeezed back into them. And then slipping back into his string vest he unlocked the cubicle door and slipped out, leaving Kayden alone, to watch the door to the bathroom click closed.
"Was it cause I got into the A-team?" Kayden asked. Jarrett remained curled up on his bed, endlessly scrolling through his phone. "Come on, we can't fix this if you don't tell me what's wrong with you."
Jarrett's eyes instantly snapped onto Kayden's.
"Me? What the fuck is wrong with you! It's like I haven't existed to you since last night. I had to literally drag you into the toilets to talk to you and then you ignore me."
Kayden frowned, "I didn't ignore you at all."
"Oh really," Jarrett sat on the edge of his bed, "what did I say then?"
Kayden stuttered his response.
Jarrett continued, "I said, `fuck me'. Because you didn't even seem interested whilst we were getting changed for football. And I wanted to have at least a little excitement today with my boyfriend!"
"You haven't had any today?"
"Wait, you have?"
Kayden's mouth closed, and under his breath he could just manage to whisper a name.
"Did you just... Liam? You blew me off to see Liam? I don't even know... Am I not exciting to you anymore?"
"There are so many boys at school though..." Kayden went quiet as he saw Jarrett's face instantly drop. Wrong answer. "Of course you are, but..."
Jarrett sighed, "you can sleep in the spare room if you want to stay the night."
"Jarrett?" Kayden pleaded.
But Jarrett had had enough, and laying back down on his bed he turned onto his side, away from Kayden.
Kayden laid awake, his eyes fixed to a single point on the darkened ceiling. He sighed and glanced over at the clock; twenty-past-one in the morning. He had dropped off for a few minutes before, only to be jolted awake in a cold sweat.
His cock was hard and he could feel the cum from his wet dream sitting in a sticky puddle on his stomach. Lifting the duvet off, Kayden's whole body chilled in the early morning air. He picked up a towel off the bedside table he ran it quickly over his soaked skin before pulling back the waistband of his boxers and examined the string of cum still dribbling from the tip of his cock.
His mind wandered back to the night before when Jarrett had given him a blowjob. He would have wanted to lick this off his sweaty body. But not tonight. Unless he was going to sneak into Jarrett's room and feed him it, not that he had ever done that... a thought crossed his mind. Kayden instantly sat up, his ears searching for any sound of movement. Tick-tock-tick, went the hall clock, masking the empty silence.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Kayden crept to the door and out into the hallway. Past Jarrett's parent's room, past Jarrett's room. His hand wrapped around the door handle and with a slight push, opened the door with only a thin creak. Kayden's feet padded across the carpet, over to the bed. And as slow as he could manage, he climbed onto the bed and knelt over the thin body.
"Max," he breathed, carefully sliding his stained boxers down his thighs. He quietly swore under his breath that he hadn't taken his boxers off before straddling Max. But as Kayden knelt naked over Jarrett's young brother with his boxers in his hands, Max slept peacefully on.
Kayden hovered over Max, wondering how far he could go. And then scooping up a finger of cum he slipped it into Max's open mouth. His tongue swirled around Kayden's finger, lips closed tight, sucking the cum down his throat.
And suddenly the young boy stirred. Max's eyes flickered open, searching the darkness and only finding a silhouette above him.
Kayden froze, his finger still being squeezed in the tiny mouth.
"Frère?" Max said, his words slurred by the mass between his lips.
Kayden felt a sudden heat pass across his forehead, a prickling sensation pranged the back of his neck. Kayden didn't know what Max had said, so he replied with one of the only French words he knew.
"Oui."
"Avez-vous changé d'avis?" Max whispered.
"Oui..."
"Icky," Max giggled, taking the boxers from Kayden, who breathed a sigh of relief. He trailed a hand down Max's smooth body. "Pipe?" Max asked, between slurps of Kayden's boxers.
Kayden knew that if Max kept talking then he would certainly get found out, so he quickly placed a finger over Max's cum-covered lips.
"Shh," he whispered.
Max nodded, "silencieux."
I am finally back off my "hiatus", and ready to re-start Kayden's View. There are three parts left to the first "Act" as Kayden's PoV. I will then review where I want this series to go.
If you have any preference, or a particular character that you want me to feature more of then don't be shy to email me and let me know @ jusonx@gmail.com
If you've been waiting for this, thank you for your patience.
And until the next experience.
JusJus.