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Tales from Kingswood --------------------
Chapter 14 ----------
Saturday 26 October 2019
Mr Davies smiled as he caught Danny out of the corner of his eye staring at the sat-nav again. He had asked about how long the drive was repeatedly over the last few days and despite being told to expect four hours, when the route had been entered and the estimated journey time popped up he had still looked disappointed. They were just passing Winchester, so there was a still a good half hour to go and it seemed the boy was literally counting the minutes.
"This is a bit of a change from the last time we drove this way!" Mr Davies said with a smirk. Eight weeks earlier, his wife had been in the passenger seat, while Daniel was sat in the back, looking like he was alternating between blind fury and abject misery. He was definitely Daniel back then, but on his return from his first half term at Kingswood, he had insisted on Danny, correcting anyone who dared to call him Dan or Daniel.
"Hmm, what?" Danny asked, shaken from his daze by the man's sudden comment.
"Just saying I don't recall you being quite so keen to get to Kingswood the first time!" Mr Davies explained. "It's nice to see you're so eager to learn!" He suppressed a grin.
Danny blushed a little, glad his Dad had to keep his eyes on the round as it meant it may go unnoticed. "What can I say, I like school!" he said, not entirely lying.
"Yeah, clearly," Mr Davies said with a knowing nod.
The car returned to silence for several more minutes. Danny kept going to speak, but holding back, clearly unsure of himself. They were passing Southampton by the time Danny finally asked, "Dad, how old were you when you met Mum?"
The man hummed, thinking back. "Thirteen I think, maybe fourteen. But we didn't start dating until we were sixteen."
"So you were friends first?" Danny asked curiously.
"Oof, I'm not sure really," Mr Davies answered thoughtfully. "I mean, we definitely knew each other, but we weren't really what you'd call friends. Your Mum was one of the popular girls and I was... NOT one of the popular guys!"
"How did you know you wanted to date her?" Danny asked, hoping his questioning was coming across as curiosity and not revealing any of his actual thoughts.
Mr Davies chuckled. "Oh everyone wanted to date her. Like I said, she was popular, but also she was a very attractive girl!"
"Eww," Danny muttered.
"And is still a very attractive woman!" Mr Davies added.
"Double eww!" Danny said, even less subtly.
"But to answer your question, I wanted to date her because she was the pretty, popular girl, but right from the first date, the first time we really talked to each other, I just knew. She was going to be the woman I married! When you know... you know!" the man said, sighing a little.
Danny smiled. His parents squabbled and bickered like every couple, but at the heart of it they were such a happy, loving couple. He knew how lucky he was, especially considering how many of his friends had separated parents. "It was sort of love at first sight then?"
"I guess so, or at least, love at first date!" Mr Davies said, reminiscing.
Danny let out a gentle sigh. While Kingswood and the whole of his dorm had been on his mind over the break, one person in particular had played on his mind the most. Chris had been love at first sight, well maybe not love, but he was certainly something at first sight. He had spent most of the first day oblivious to the cute Irish boy's charms and then, when they had sat in the dorm introducing themselves, he had laid eyes on him and something had undeniably happened.
'We're just friends' had basically been his personal mantra of the first six weeks at the school. He could get why people would think otherwise, but it was no less annoying to have to correct them every time the assumption was made, but was the correction... correct?
The thought popped out of his mouth only half-formed and without thinking about what it revealed. "Dad, do you think it's possible to be more than friends with someone, but... I dunno, less than boyfriends?" Danny mused. 'Boyfriends? Plural? Oh God why did I say that?' he immediately thought to himself.
The man suppressed another smirk, forcing himself to keep a straight face. That particular conversation was coming, but the look of sheer panic on his son's face made it clear today was not that day. "You know, I'm not really sure I can answer that. I hate to start any sentence with 'in my day' as it makes me sound like an old fogey..."
"But... in your day..." Danny teased, grinning.
"Cheeky," the man sniggered, shaking his head. "Yes... IN MY DAY... things were different, simpler. It was much more a case of guy meets girl, fall in love, marriage and babies. Nowadays, you kids are much more... woke!"
"Dad, don't say woke!" Danny said, shaking his head.
The man rolled his eyes and began, "My point is, you kids today..."
"Oooh, kids today!" Danny mocked, putting on a fake old person voice. "Sorry, I'll stop!" he quickly apologised, his Dad giving him a momentary death stare before returning his eyes to the road.
"You've got so many more... options. I mean, in my day there was straight and... not-straight. Nowadays you're spoiled for choice, not that I'm saying it's a choice, but you've got straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, transexual, pansexual, polysexual..."
"I get it!" Danny interjected before his Dad could quote the entire Wikipedia page he had obviously read, for which Danny found himself feeling a little bit proud.
"But there's more options beyond that," Mr Davies explained. "There's a girl at work who has something she calls 'friends with benefits', a guy at your mum's yoga club has three boyfriends and I'm convinced that young fella staying with the Orbisons at number 15 is WAY more than just a house guest, if you know what I mean!"
"I guess so," Danny said, suddenly glad his Mum hadn't joined them for the journey. There's no way she would have let his Dad talk about this stuff so candidly.
"So what I'm saying is, I can't compare what I know to what you know. You're in a different world, bud," the man explained. "So long as you stay happy and safe, just do what feels right and things'll work out!"
Danny smiled and nodded, his mind settling back onto Chris for a moment.
"One quick warning for you though, Dan," the man said, rolling his eyes as he heard the huff. "Sorry... Danny. Just... be careful. You can't unring the bell!"
"What bell?" Danny asked, a little confused.
The man chuckled. "It's a metaphor. It just means some actions can't be undone. If you're gonna make that leap, remember you may not be able top leap back!"
"Hmmm," Danny hummed, considering the advice carefully.
"So who is it?" Mr Davies asked, satisfied he had given the right advice and now feeling okay with simply teasing the boy. "This more-than-a-friend-but-less-than-a-boyfriend who'd make you want to leave two hours early?"
"Nobody!" Danny insisted, blushing heavily. "I was just being... erm..." he struggled to think of the word.
"Theoretical?" his Dad offered.
"No!" Danny said firmly, shaking his head. "It's got nothing to do with religion!"
"No, that's not what..." the man went to correct Danny, then caught the grin out of the corner of his eyes. "I fall for it every time, don't I!"
"Without fail," Danny giggled. They went quiet for a while before Danny quietly offered, "Thanks Dad!"
Mr Davies just smiled and replied, "You're welcome!". After several seconds, he just added one final comment. "Whoever this person is, they'd be lucky to have you!"
Danny blushed but didn't reply. That was the thing, Chris already had him and it was great. He could go for it, and he was sure Chris would reciprocate but would that run the risk of running what they already had if it went wrong? He continued mulling it over as they drove the rest of the way.
As they had already planned on getting Danny back to the school quite early, the two-hour head start meant they were among some of the first to get there. There was no greeting party as there had been the first time they arrived eight weeks before. Now this was Danny's home away from home, so no welcome was required.
After waving his Dad off and saying a polite hello to the few boys milling around outside the Home Building, he virtually ran up the stairs to the first floor. The doors to the dorms were all open, awaiting the return of their occupants, so Danny dashed straight inside 1.01, eager to greet his best friend.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Chris sat on the sofas at the far end of the dorm, accompanied by Kyle... kissing him! He tried to speak, but nothing would come out. It was only when a bag slung over his shoulder slipped off and hit the floor that the two boys moved.
Chris looked round, eyes widening as he stated, "Danny!"
It had been a two-hour drive already, with the best part of four still to go and barely a word had been exchanged between Mikey and his father the whole time.
"When you gonna stop pouting, lad?" the man asked with a sigh, breaking the silence.
"When you admit you forgot about me! You forgot I was even in the house!" Mikey said back sharply.
"We didn't forget anything!" Mr Corbyn insisted.
"Bollocks!" Mikey snapped.
"Hey!" Mr Corbyn yelped. "You're not too old for a spanking, you know. You mind your language!"
"Fine!" Mikey said moodily. He turned to his father, smiled with false sincerity and said, "Oh, dad, I don't quite believe the accuracy of your statement!"
"Don't get smart with me, lad!" the man snarled.
Mikey smirked. "I thought you wanted me smart, that's why you picked such a fancy school. Oh, no, wait, you just picked the furthest one away to get me out of the way of you and your 'proper' family!"
Mr Corbyn nearly shouted back but managed to restrain himself. He took a deep breath and shook his head, staying focused on the road. "We picked the best school because we only want the best for you!" he said, firmly, with a very measured tone.
"And getting me out of the way is just a nice little added bonus, right?" Mikey continued to provoke the man.
"We've been over this!" Mr Corbyn said, jaw clenched.
Mikey shrugged. "Whatever. Just dump me at the school then you can forget about me for another couple of months!" Silence returned to the car for another few miles, but this time it was Mikey that broke it. "Yeah, you're right!" he muttered.
"What?" the man driving asked, caught a little off-guard.
"I didn't... say anything," Mikey replied nervously.
"Are you talking to..." Mr Corbyn started.
"No!" Mikey snapped immediately. "I don't... do that!"
Mr Corbyn's lingering annoyance seemed to disappear, replaced by something else. "Michael, do we need to talk?" he asked, sounding a little concerned.
"No Sir," Mikey replied quietly, almost shrinking into his seat as his gaze lowered to his feet.
The silence returned once more and remained with them for the rest of the journey to Kingswood.
"Danny, it's not what it looks like!" Kyle said, visibly panicked.
"It looks like you were kissing!" Danny replied, slowly walking closer.
"Oh, then I guess it's exactly what it looked like!" Chris said with a cheeky grin.
"Chris!" Kyle hissed, worried about upsetting Danny any further.
Danny stared at Chris, who stared back. It was one of those moments of true connection, a moment only two friends close enough to know each inside out could have, a thousand words passing between each blink. A hint of a smirk from Danny, a twinkle in Chris' eye and they were good to go.
"My best friend!" Danny said dramatically, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to Kyle.
"Danny... I... I'm sorry!" Kyle stuttered.
"You're sorry we kissed?" Chris demanded, turning on the other boy too.
Kyle looked at Chris, now doubly-panicked. "No, no I didn't mean that!"
"So you're not even sorry!" Danny added.
"I... I... erm..." Kyle stuttered, trembling.
"Okay we gotta stop before he cries!" Danny said, shaking his head as he looked at Chris.
"Aww, come here," Chris said, grabbing Kyle in a tight hug.
"I don't know what's happening!" Kyle whimpered.
"We were just teasing!" Danny explained, moving closer to quickly grab the embracing couple in a hug.
"Wait, so did you..." Kyle began, looking back and forth between the other boys, "Did you know about us?"
"Nope, this is... news to me!" Danny said, letting go and moving back to sit on one of the sofas opposite.
"We were gonna hold off and talk to you before we did anything," Kyle reassured him.
Danny nodded thoughtfully then gave Chris another smile. "But it's Chris and he has no self-control!" he replied.
"Impulsive and proud," Chris said with a shrug as he slipped down into the seat.
"So... you're... okay with this?" Kyle asked, sitting down beside Chris, still looking quite apprehensive.
Danny took a few deep breaths as he looked at them. The timing was both unfortunate and kind of perfect at the same time. Coming in, he had been torn. It was either going to be walk in, grab Chris, kiss him and declare undying love or walk in, say hi, catch up and hang out with his best friend. It appeared the decision was made for him. He did still have something to address though. "That depends on two things," Danny he seriously. He looked to Chris and asked, "We still besties?"
Chris frowned. "Don't say besties," he admonished the boy with a snigger before adding, "But yes!"
"And are we still mates?" Danny asked, looking to Kyle.
Kyle nodded emphatically, still recovering from the scare. "Of course!" he insisted.
"Then... I'm good," Danny said, jaw clenching. He looked across as Chris grabbed Kyle's hand and smiled. "Oh!" he suddenly yelped as he saw the two together. "Just had one more thought! Is this..." he gestured to them both, "Open? I mean, you're looking at seven years at Kingswood, there's definitely gonna be offers and stuff. So, what's the deal?"
Kyle and Chris looked at each other awkwardly. They had been so focused on the beginning of their relationship, and how to tell Danny about it that they had barely given a thought to what their relationship would actually look like.
Rob felt a little conflicted as he headed up the steps to the main door of the Home Building. While it was great to be back at Kingswood and he was keen to see all of his friends again, particularly Josh, it had meant saying goodbye once more to his parents and his little brother Milo. They'd had such an amazing week. He'd never seen his little brother quite as happy as the moment Rob got home, or conversely, quite as sad when it was time to leave again.
As he stepped inside, he was surprised to find the main foyer was so busy, though it immediately became apparent why. Up on the walkway of the first floor, Mr Trent was stood, flanked by two students who each looked piled up with assorted clothes. In front of him was Alex Barnes, the Year 9 boy who had gotten Josh into trouble their first weekend at the school.
In the excitement of half-term, he had all but forgotten the trouble they had gotten Alex into as revenge for what he had done to Josh. They had pretended he had made violent threats against Josh and with eight boys saying it happened and only Alex saying it hadn't, Mr Trent had believed them and given his assurance Alex would face appropriate punishment. That appeared to be happening now.
"Oh come on, you can't do this!" Alex demanded, gesturing to the clothing carried by the teacher's two seemingly-willing assistants.
"I can and I am and unless you comply right now, I'll be doing a lot worse too!" Mr Trent said, not raising his voice, though it carried easily across the large open space to the small group of boys watching from below. "So hand over the rest of your clothes. You will get them back at the end of the week!"
"Damn, full-time nudity, poor kid," Rob heard an older student sympathising.
"What did he do?" a student beside him asked.
"Remember before half-term, when that Year 9 class were getting punished. He's the one that threatened to knife some Year 7 kid!" another replied.
Rob didn't know whether to laugh or interject and correct them. The Kingswood rumour-mill was clearly back in full service. He remained silent, but watched as Alex seemed to accept his fate, slowly undressing in full view of the crowd, albeit largely hidden by the stone balustrade. He felt a slight pang of guilt, knowing he was being punished for something he didn't do, but quickly reminded himself of the humiliating punishment Josh had endured for something Alex had fabricated. While he knew two wrongs didn't make a right (a pearl of wisdom drummed into him by his mother), this certainly felt like some kind of karmic retribution, even if karma had been given a helping hand by the boys of dorm 1.01.
"Okay, show's over!" Mr Trent called out, realising they had gathered quite a crowd. "I'm sure you've all got better things to be doing with your time!"
The crowd quickly began to disperse. Mr Trent was still a relative unknown and most of the students did not yet know how far they could push things with him, so erred on the side of caution and complied with his instruction. Rob walked up the stairs, following behind the two older boys who had been discussing Alex's crime, their wild guesswork now making him sound like some criminal mastermind. As they peeled off to the right, presumably heading to one of the higher floors, Rob turned left towards the door to 1.01 but not before giving the naked boy with Mr Trent one more look... just for the karma... obviously!
As soon as he looked away from Alex, he saw James stood peering out of the doorway to their dorm, presumably having come out to witness the punishment in progress. "Hey," he said cheerfully.
"Hey, you see that?" James asked, sniggering.
"Hard to miss," Rob said with a similar expression. "No-one else home?" he asked, realising it would have been unusual for anyone to stay in the dorm with all the commotion outside.
James shrugged. "Well we know Chris is here and Danny's bags are here, but there's no sign of either of 'em!" he explained as he headed back inside with Rob close behind.
"Hnnh, back two minutes and already run off together somewhere!" Rob said, grinning. As much as they teased the other two boys for being so close, Rob really liked seeing them together. They had the kind of friendship he wanted with Josh, not that he was unhappy with how things were, it just always felt there was a bit of a distance between them.
"Mikey's due back today too. Josh, Nicky and David are all coming back tomorrow morning," James explained.
"Cool," Rob said, immediately opening his bag to unpack as James sat behind him on Nicky's bunk. "Did you have a good week back home?"
"Sort of," James said thoughtfully.
"Oh?" Rob enquired, looking round briefly as he grabbed a few more things from his bag.
James hummed for a moment, thinking of how to explain it. "I dunno, it's weird. I went home and I saw some of my old school friends and they're... different, or I'm different... or we all were. It's like we're in whole different worlds now."
"Hmm, I get that," Rob nodded his understanding. "My friends were all either hating their new schools or having a hard time settling in or struggling with the work, and I was sat there thinking 'I love my school'."
"Yes! That! Totally that!" James agreed. "But the really weird part..."
Rob turned and they both said at the same time, "No sex!" They burst into laughter over their shared conclusion.
"I know, they're... kids and so are we really and we're still in... ya know, these things," Rob said, lowering the waistband of his trousers to reveal the chastity device., "But it feels like we're... I dunno, more..."
"Mature?" James offered.
"I was gonna say 'interesting', but sure, mature works too," Rob said with a chuckle, folding up his bag to slip away into his wardrobe. "They're all repressed and too shy to even say the words 'jerking off' and I'm there, like... I totally suck dick!"
"You do?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rob nodded casually, almost proving his own point in his openness about the subject. "You don't?"
James shrugged. "Dunno, I mean... sex stuff is... kind of interesting, because of the things it makes people do to get it, the biology of it, that sorta thing, but the act itself. It just seems... kinda meh!" As Rob looked back at him, he felt a little uncomfortable. "Wait, does that make me sound a bit... weird?"
"Oh, you ARE weird!" Rob said, clearly stating it as a simple fact rather than an insult. "But no. I'm a long way from knowing everything, or a reaaaaally long way if you ask Sam, but I think the point of us being here and the way this place works is you're meant to... I dunno... find your own feelings on it. You may not like sex stuff yet, or you may not like it ever, but... I think it's okay either way."
James smiled and nodded. "I hate you sometimes!" he said bluntly.
"Wow, harsh," Rob said, a little confused as he took a seat beside the other boy on the bunk.
"No, I just mean... I know stuff, like, I study, a LOT!" James explained.
"No shit!" Rob smirked.
"Ha ha. But it's, like, it doesn't matter what I know, you always seem to be smarter!" James said, clearly a little frustrated by it.
"Ah, I see your problem. You're confusing intelligence and wisdom. Intelligence is knowing stuff – that's what you do well. Wisdom is knowing how to use what you know – that's me!" Rob explained. "You must learn to know the difference, youngling!" he said in a haughty tone.
"Youngling? You're, like, two months older than me!" James scoffed. "And that's exactly what I mean. You know that stuff!"
Rob chuckled as he nodded. "Actually you've got David to thank for that. I picked up the wisdom/intelligence thing from him and he got it from playing Dungeons and Dragons!" he explained.
"Ugh, don't tell him you told me then, he's still trying to get me to join their game!" James said, shaking his head.
Rob just raised his eyebrows.
"What?" James asked, knowing he wanted to say something.
"Well... you're saying you wanna be wiser because you're not getting everything you need from book-learning. Maybe David's got a point!" Rob suggested. "Branch out a bit!"
James rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he's usually right about most stuff, even more than you! That little dick's got the wisdom AND the intelligence!"
"Yeah, I hate that guy!" Rob said jokingly.
"Me too!" James agreed, grinning.
"I'm not complaining," Danny said with a grin as he sat naked with Kyle's mouth exploring his chest, "But I still don't see what this is meant to achieve!"
Chris was stood a short distance away, as naked as the other two boys and casually fiddling with his erection. "Well we needed a test, to see how we'd feel about seeing each other with someone else!" Chris insisted. "Plus, it's freakin' hot!" Chris had another motive in mind, but he wasn't sharing it with either of the others just yet, for fear of doing more harm than good.
"And?" Danny asked. "How does it feel?"
"Really good!" Kyle said, grinning as he pulled back a little. "I love your nipples!"
Danny chuckled and said, "Thanks, I grew them myself, but I was talking to Chris!"
Kyle glanced round at his boyfriend, casually leaning against Danny's naked body. It was a little strange to be getting so intimate with Danny but considering it had almost happened the very first day they started talking, it wasn't really much a stretch of the imagination for the two boys to have ended up at this point. "You wanna know if he feels okay about watching us together?" Kyle asked, sniggering. "I think we can see just how much he's okay with it!"
Danny laughed, then gently nudged Kyle back so he moved over into a laying position, then leaned down and let his tongue explore the slender boy's stomach.
"That tickles!" Kyle giggled, but made no attempt to stop it.
"So?" Danny asked, then circled his tongue around Kyle's navel briefly before going on, "How does it feel seeing me touching Kyle?"
Chris let out a low moan as one hand squeezed at a nipple. He struggled to keep the other hand away from openly stroking his straining cock. "I'm not sure," he said, with more restraint than he knew he had, "Maybe you should keep going so I can find out!"
Danny sniggered, but glanced up at Kyle questioningly and got a nod to continue, so he kissed the smooth stomach again, but this time kissed a delicate trail down until his lips met the warm firmness of Kyle's cock.
"Yeah, keep going!" Chris urged. He needed to see this, not only to test the limits of his new relationship, but also for Kyle. During half-term, the always-anxious boy's nerves had gotten the better of him several times and he seemed to be developing a real problem around sex. Chris had tried to help when he could, but mentioning it usually only served to psych Kyle out even more. So far, Kyle seemed completely engrossed in what Danny was doing and Chris had no intention of screwing it up by drawing attention to the issue.
"Ah, yeah," Kyle moaned happily, looking from his naked boyfriend to his naked friend and back again. Both boys were beautiful sights to behold, Chris with his toned body and rigid dick, Danny more compact and with a certain immature charm conveyed by his chastity-encased cock.
"Good at that, isn't he!" Chris said knowingly, his hand now gently stroking himself, holding back from masturbating at full speed but no longer able to resist touching completely.
"Oh, God yes!" Kyle moaned happily.
"Hey Danny, finish him and you can do me!" Chris offered.
"Oh, so kind!" Danny said with a snigger as he momentarily stopped pleasuring Kyle.
"Hey, back to work!" Kyle snapped, grabbing Danny's head and pushing it back down.
"Ooh," Chris said, eyes wide as he visibly shuddered. "Bossy Kyle. Chris likes!"
Kyle giggled but blushed, surprised at his own assertiveness, though it had faded as quickly as it came on. "Ah, oh yeah, lick the head, lick the head!" Kyle said, his hands flailing a little for something to get hold of as the pleasure grew.
"Are you..." Chris began to ask, but the delighted yelps from Kyle answered in place of words.
Danny eagerly swallowed the load down as it shot into his mouth. His love of cum seemed to be growing month on month and tasting Kyle's had only encouraged it. Licking the cock clean until it was too sensitive to take any more, he eventually let go and said, "Come on then, let's 'test' how Kyle feels seeing us do stuff!" Danny was clearly mocking the testing side of what they were doing, mostly convinced this was all just Chris' excuse for a blow job. He didn't care, he was hopefully about to get a second load, his own cock as firm as it could get in the chastity device.
"Of course, test number two coming up!" Chris said eagerly, but as he spoke he looked at Kyle, eyebrows raised. It was only when Kyle grinned back at him and nodded that he actually moved towards Danny.
The sight of his boyfriend and best friend together had certainly not bothered Chris. Quite the opposite, it had excited him and, along with his casual stroking, he knew an orgasm would be quick in coming as Danny's mouth got to work. "Ahhh yussss!" Chris hissed happily, feeling his legs wobble a little.
"Do it, shoot it!" Kyle urged, apparently just as happy with what he was seeing as Chris had been.
Chris almost toppled onto Danny as he shot in his mouth, leaning heavily on his shoulders to steady himself as his spunk was sucked down without wasting a drop. When the pleasure began to subside, Chris staggered and fell down beside Danny.
"So, fellas, safe to say your relationship's gonna be pretty open then?" Danny asked putting an arm out to each side to grab both the other boys.
"Works for me," Kyle said happily, cuddling against Danny, an arm reaching across to hold Chris' arm.
"And me!" Chris added, holding Kyle's hand and nuzzling against Danny at the same time.
"But..." Kyle started.
"Ooh, butts, what about them?" Danny asked cheekily.
"Yeah, I like butts!" Chris added.
Kyle shook his head, sniggering at the other two, then forcing the grin from his face. "I'm being serious, so shut up. I'm okay with this, but.... no kissing!"
Danny and Chris looked at each other and shrugged. Danny had not really done much in the way of kissing anyway, so he didn't really see the big deal and Chris looked okay with it too.
"I wanna keep something that's... just for us!" Kyle said, blushing a little at being so open.
"My lips are all yours, babe," Chris said, leaning across Danny to kiss Kyle briefly.
"Okay, you two clearly need some alone time," Danny said with a snigger, pushing them apart to move out from between them. As he began to dress and looked back, the two boys were kissing passionately, virtually oblivious to Danny's presence. "Puke!" he joked, shaking his head as he left them to it.
"Need a hand?" Mr Corbyn asked his son as he grabbed his bags out of the back of the car.
Despite very visibly needing help, Mikey snapped, "No. You can go!"
The man sighed. "Okay, well we'll call you next week, usual time. You know we're here if..." The door slammed, cutting off the rest of the sentence.
"I know. He's such a dick!" Mikey said, shaking his head as he struggled towards the Home Building. As if his mood wasn't bad enough, he suddenly caught sight of Danny heading towards him.
"Hey!" he called out happily, waving as he smiled.
Mikey waddled across the road with his heavy bags and prepared to snap at the other boy but managed to hold back. Of all the people in the world, Danny was certainly one of the less terrible ones, so maybe he deserved a bit better. "Oh, hey Danny," he said quietly.
The two boys stood almost facing each other, a brief moment of silence suggesting they were both carefully considering their next move. Danny knew Mikey could be... prickly! Right before half-term, they had fallen out over something that Danny still hadn't managed to understand but falling out with people seemed to be pretty much Mikey's raison d'etre sometimes. Just as the often-moody boy was leaving the previous Saturday, Danny had suggested they talk when he returned and now... here he was.
"So did you... want something?" Mikey asked. It wasn't his usual abrupt tone, though sometimes it was hard to tell with his Geordie accent.
"Not specifically, just wanted to say hi, see how you are, that sorta thing," Danny replied casually, then smirked a little as he said, "Ya know... friend stuff!" like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh!" Mikey replied, blushing a little. "Shall we go inside maybe?" he gestured towards the building.
"It's chaos in there," Danny said, having just fought his way out of the building, glad to get outside and find some space. "Might be best to hang around outside for a bit."
Mikey frowned. He wanted to get his stuff inside and shouting at people for getting in his way actually sounded like a pretty good way to let off some steam, but Danny was clearly trying hard. Mikey was never the most insightful when it came to others' feelings, but even he knew some of their previous encounters had upset Danny a little at times. "S'pose I can hang out here for a bit if ya like!" he offered.
"Great," Danny said, happily. "You need help with them?" he asked, gesturing to one of Mikey's many bags.
Mikey just nodded and handed over the biggest bag, sniggering as Danny almost collapsed under its weight.
"Jesus, what you got in here, bricks?" Danny demanded, staggering a little.
"No, better!" Mikey said, gesturing away from the building. They walked over to a large oak tree, its trunk surrounded by a ring of benches which Mikey sat down on, placing his bags aside and reaching for the heavy one Danny had placed in front of him. He looked round nervously, ensuring nobody else was nearby, then partially unzipped it and let Danny see inside.
"Food?" Danny asked, scoffing at the disappointment. "That's the big secret?"
Mikey sniggered. "Not just food. Unhealthy food! Every snack and treat I could manage to squeeze in!" he explained.
"Mikey, do you... have an eating disorder?" Danny asked, placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder, looking serious for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Piss off," Mikey said jokingly, actually smiling a little at the comment.
Danny had heard those words from Mikey many times, directed at both himself and others, but it was usually spat with venom. Saying it now, and smiling, he just seemed like a completely different boy. His smile was quite endearing, and Danny found himself realising how rarely he had actually seen it.
"You remember Chris' birthday?" Mikey asked.
"Of course. When you were all nice and sweet and got us that photo frame for the dorm!" Danny teased, though he genuinely had thought it was an incredibly sweet gesture.
"Okay, piss off again!" Mikey said, sounding a little more sincere this time. "But you remember you all thought I was nuts because I brought back a box of McNuggets for trading?" Mikey asked, getting another nod. "Well it worked. I got two hours on the Xbox in exchange for them!"
"So this is..." Danny started, gesturing to the bag.
"Power!" Mikey said, gleefully. "I mean, nobody's gonna be interested right now, they're all coming back from home loaded up with the stuff they can't get here but give it a few weeks and their supplies'll run out! And then in steps Mikey!"
Danny grinned, nodding. "Impressive. That's actually pretty smart!"
"You don't have to sound surprised!" Mikey said, suddenly dour. He paused for a moment, looking to the other side, then looked back and added. "I know you think I'm stupid, but even I can have a good idea occasionally!"
Danny was entirely thrown by the comment. Where had that come from? "I don't think you're stupid!" Danny insisted.
"Whatever," Mikey said, sitting back against the trunk of the tree, arms folded and looking away from Danny.
Danny reached up and flicked Mikey's ear.
"Ah, you fucker!" Mikey yelped, placing a hand over the flicked ear as he glared round at his assailant, looking ready to lunge at him. "The hell was that for?"
"Being a dick!" Danny said bluntly. He knew it was a bold move, but it had been an afternoon of boldness. He was running on a bit of a high and figured he'd take the chance. "We're sat here having a nice conversation about the Kingswood illegal snack industry and suddenly you're saying I think you're stupid and getting all moody! I'm not having it. Be a dick, get a flick! New rule!"
"I... I..." Mikey sounded like he was literally unable to even comprehend what was happening.
"You... you... what?" Danny teased, holding back a laugh at how stumped the other boy was.
"Nothing," Mikey huffed. "Wouldn't wanna say the wrong thing and get another flick!" he said, actually smirking a little.
"Damn straight, now gimme one of your illegal Mars bars, bitch. I'm hungry!" Danny said smugly as he leaned back against the tree, then immediately flinched as he looked at Mikey. "Yeah, I took that too far, didn't I!"
"Little bit!" Mikey said, nodding with a stern expression on his face. He reached down into his bag and grabbed a mars bar. "But have one anyway!"
"Sweet!" Danny said happily, ripping it open. Rather than taking a bite, he broke half off and handed the rest to Mikey who accepted it. The two sat there eating and watching the car park chaos unfold.
Mr Trent was standing on the first-floor walkway, leaning on the balustrade as he looked down over the entrance foyer. Things had been going smoothly so far, which was a relief. This was the first time he had overseen boys returning to school since taking over as Master of the first floor and he was keen to have things run smoothly. Even his punishment of Alexander Barnes had gone mostly well, the boy reluctantly accepting his punishment... eventually. The fact there had been an audience had only served to make it a more effective punishment for him and deterrent for the others.
"Mr Trent!" he heard from the direction of the Year 7 dorms.
He turned to see Rob approaching. Dorm 1.01 was undoubtedly the best behaved on the floor and Robert Wilson's exemplary behaviour was likely a big factor in that. Kingswood was proving to be somewhere between a large family and a community, but there were smaller communities within it. Each floor of the building seemed like its own little world, with the Year 7 to 9s on the first floor, 10 and 11s a floor higher and the more mature 12 and 13s up on the top floor.
On a much smaller scale, each dorm seemed to take on the feel of a mini-community of its own and each one definitely had leaders and followers. Rob was definitely a leader amongst his people, perhaps not quite as overt as a couple of the others in the dorm, but it was clear that when he spoke, the others listened. That was a rare trait, the boy was certainly one to keep an eye on.
Shaking himself from his musings, the young teacher smiled at the boy. "Rob, welcome back, good break?"
"The best, Sir. Was nice to see my family again!" Rob answered honestly, coming to a stop beside the man. "How about you, Sir? Did you have a good week?"
"Oh!" Mr Trent exclaimed. He had gotten his post-half-term small talk perfected by now, essentially having the same conversation with almost every student. Rob was one of the first to ask about his week in return. "Yes, thank you," he said, nodding. "It was nice to have a change of scenery for a while! So can I help you with something, or were you just that pleased to see me?"
Rob chuckled. "I'm always pleased to see my favourite teacher," Rob said sycophantically.
"I bet you say that to all the teachers!" Mr Trent replied knowingly.
"No comment!" Rob replied, getting a laugh from the man. He suddenly pouted, looking a little more serious. "Sir, I wanted to talk to you about..." he paused as two older boys passed behind them, heading to the stairs down. "About Alex!"
"Ah yes," Mr Trent said with a sigh. "Young Mr Barnes. Well you'll be happy to hear he is being appropriately punished!"
"I know Sir, I saw!" Rob said, failing to hold back a grin. "But that's what I'm worried about. He's..." Rob paused, as if deliberating saying something, though he knew fully well what he was going to say. "Sir, I get the feeling he's the type who'll definitely be out for revenge. I don't know why, but he seems to have it in for Josh, and now probably for the rest of us!"
"Hmmm," the teacher hummed, considering the comment carefully.
"I'm worried he might even... make stuff up to try and get us in trouble. I can't prove it Sir, but he's definitely done it before," Rob revealed. This was a risky gambit. Casting aspersions on reliability could also mean Rob's own believability might be questioned, but he hoped his exemplary track record at the school so far, as well as his good relationship with Mr Trent, would earn him the benefit of doubt. "I don't know what he might do, or make up, but... he'll be angry, and I just hate the thought of my friends getting punished for things they haven't done, Sir."
Mr Trent was still listening, silently nodding. He took a moment to digest it and then replied, "Well thank you for talking to me about this, Robert. I'll keep a close eye on the situation but remember you can always come to me if you have any other concerns."
"Thank you Sir, I knew I could count on you," Rob said happily. He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but it felt like a necessary step. It had only occurred to him over half-term that the trick they used to get Alex into trouble could just as easily be used against them. This was the closest he could get to shielding himself and his friends from it.
"No problem, enjoy the rest of your day," Mr Trent said, then gestured to the bottom of the stars and added, "Here come a couple of your mates now!" as Chris and Kyle started walking up.
"See ya later, Sir!" Rob said happily, running off to greet the others.
Andrew Jenkins was a boy who liked a challenge. That was why he had chosen Michael Corbyn at the selection day several months ago to join the school. He knew whoever he chose, he would act as mentor to them for his final four years at the school, so it was a process the boys in his year had taken very seriously.
When he had declared his choice of candidate to Mr Everett, the Headteacher had actually asked if he was sure. There had been several candidates throughout the day and while Mr Everett's final interview had eliminated a couple, and Andrew's attempts to test their proclivity for boy-on-boy action had eliminated a couple more, that still left a good selection of possibilities. Michael had certainly not been the one the man in charge had expected the boy to choose.
Michael was clearly moody, even before he became a teenager, and more than a little belligerent, but his potential was undeniable. He was a smart boy, probably much smarter than he realised himself as well as showing great promise in sporting activities too, but that personality... he would almost certainly have a hard time at the school and usually by his own doing, but still, Andrew had been insistent. He wanted Michael!
When Michael joined the school, getting dubbed 'Mikey' by his new roommates, Andrew had begun his mentoring role. It was every bit as challenging as he had expected, but during their first couple of months together, Mikey seemed to have developed a grudging respect for the Year 10 boy. They were not friends, that was entirely for certain, it was entirely a mentor/mentee dynamic they had going, but that was the whole point, so it suited them both.
Andrew had developed a fantastic tool in combating Mikey's sudden mood swings – silence. Mikey would suddenly flip, rant and then pout, but his mentor just sat watching him silently. It always went one of two ways. Either Mikey would continue talking to fill the silence, ultimately revealing what the actual issue was, and it was rarely what it seemed, or his bad mood would simply fizzle out without someone to argue against.
Fortunately, today he seemed to be quite calm – by his standards at least – and they had quietly chatted about Andrew's half-term break after the Year 7 boy made it clear he did not want to talk about his own. Eventually they came to the real point of their meeting.
"So your next appointment with Dr Arkwright is scheduled for Tuesday morning, you'll be excused from classes for it," Andrew explained.
Mikey let out a low groan. While not the most body-conscious boy, the activities at the appointment went far beyond a normal medical appointment. Being seen naked by the doctor he could handle, but being jerked off in front of him, that was substantially less appealing.
"Hey, don't complain. Dr A's your only chance of getting out of that fucking thing!" Andrew said, referring to the chastity device that prevented the boy from playing with himself.
"I know," Mikey pouted. "But why does he need to do it so often? I mean, YOU can tell him when I'm... ya know... ready for it to come off, can't you?"
Andrew nodded. "I can, but they schedule them anyway because not all boys are lucky enough to get a weekly release like you do!" Once a week, Andrew unlocked the boy, primarily for the purpose of hygiene, though they always took the opportunity to 'test' Mikey's readiness for permanent unlocking.
"Oh come on, everyone gets it at least once a week!" Mikey insisted. "There's one kid in 1.02 who pretty much gets it daily!"
"Well if you really don't want to have the appointment, I could just let him know you're not ready yet! I know he's let guys cancel them before." Andrew explained.
"Do it!" Mikey insisted.
"Okay, but I should actually test you, just to be sure!" the older boy said with a grin, holding up the key to Mikey's device.
Mikey rolled his eyes and said dismissively, "If you insist!"
"Nuh-uh!" Andrew said, shaking his head. "You know the deal!"
Mikey rolled his eyes again, shook his head and said, "I like when you unlock me and jerk me off!"
It was all part of Andrew's work to support the boy. He had such a negative attitude about so many things that Andrew literally had to force him to say positives. This was one way he had found to make it happen. Mikey clearly did enjoy it, he had admitted it early on in a rare moment of candour and Andrew had taken full advantage of it, but it didn't stop there. Mikey still had a couple more steps to go, which Andrew prompted. "And the thing you like about yourself is..."
Mikey huffed, but replied, "My ability to think up new ideas!"
Andrew smiled, always enjoying hearing the boy say something nice about himself, even if it was a little forced. "And finally," he went on. "Something you like about somebody else?"
Mikey took a bit longer this time but didn't huff. Instead, he actually smiled a little. "Danny!" he said quietly. "One of my room-mates. I like that he... actually seemed happy to see me when I got back today."
A broad grin spread over Andrew's face as he declared, "Good lad!" He threw an arm around the boy's shoulder.
"Even if he's a bit of a dick," Mikey added, rubbing his ear where it had been flicked by Danny earlier.
Andrew frowned a little at the comment, but said "Let's get you tested then, clothes off!"
Mikey quickly undressed under the watchful eye of the older boy. He kept looking at him as he did it. Feeling a little more positive than usual, he requested, "Can I... test you too?" There was no actual 'test', it was just a terminology the two had developed on the rare occasions that Mikey had been willing to express his obvious interest in touching Andrew.
"Sure," Andrew said casually. He got no great thrill out of being with the younger boy, or any younger boy really. For the most-part, he rarely fooled around with anyone aside from his own boyfriend and occasionally the other boys they shared their dorm with, but he was still happy to let the boy play with him. Aside from being a good bonding experience (and let's face it, when is an orgasm not a good bonding experience?) it gave the boy something else to feel positive about. He quickly undressed and took a seat on the small sofa at the back of the study room as Mikey stood in front of him.
Mikey huffed again as Andrew set about unlocking and removing the chastity device. He had complained in the past about having Andrew do it, as opposed to being allowed to do it himself, saying it made him feel like a little kid. They had argued enough times that he now simply accepted it.
"Hey, look at that!" Andrew declared as the front part of the device was removed, revealing the boy's cock, balls and pubis. "You got hair!"
"I did?" Mikey asked, looking down excitedly. Being ginger, the hairs down below looked shockingly orange against his pale skin. There wasn't a lot, but certainly enough to be noticeable, especially compared to the basically smooth area it had been when he last got locked in the device. "Wait, do you think this means..." he asked, a little too awkward to ask the full question.
Andrew shrugged. "Perhaps. It doesn't necessarily happen at the same time, but I guess we'll find out," he said with a smile. "Looks like someone's keen!" he added, as Mikey's cock grew to full firmness as the spoke.
"Hey, it's been a few weeks!" Mikey said defensively. In reality, he did find these 'tests' quite exciting. Jerking off with the older boy, or sometimes being jerked off by him, was a very fun experience, but admitting things were fun was still a challenge for the complex boy. "Does it look bigger to you? It looks bigger to me. D'you think it is?"
"Oh my God, it's massive," Andrew said dryly, getting an angry glare from the boy who just flopped down into the seat beside him. "Relax, it probably is bigger, that's what happens and it'll likely keep happening. The longer the better.... pun intended!"
Mikey smirked and shook his head. "Whatever. Can we do each other?" he asked impatiently.
"Sure," Andrew agreed, sitting back and letting a hand slide over onto the boy's cock as Mikey mirrored the movement.
The two boys sat playing with each other's cocks. While Andrew did find himself thinking about his boyfriend, who would not be back at the school until the next day, he still enjoyed Mikey's stroking. For a boy who was angry so often, he was very tender when it came to sexual activity. Hand jobs from him were always slow and pleasurable, the boy seeming to enjoy the emotional closeness more than the actual sexuality of it, though he would never admit it even if he was aware of it.
Mikey closed his eyes and leaned against Andrew's arm, tilting his head onto his mentor's shoulder as he enjoyed the confident hand working his dick. After a few minutes, he began to let out happy moans as he could feel the pressure growing, speeding up his own stroking of the older boy's cock in response.
As the mentor's excitement grew too, his own hand sped up. Soon Mikey had sat back up and the two boys turned to face each other slightly, pumping away frantically at each other, a race beginning to reach the finish line first.
"Yussss!" Mikey declared as he felt Andrew's cock begin to twitch in his hand. The celebration was short-lived as moments later, he felt his own orgasm begin.
They both sat back in their seats. While Andrew's ejaculation was quite spectacular, the first shot going far over his shoulder to hit the wall behind him, it was Mikey's penis that had their rapt attention. It wasn't a huge load he shot, but it was certainly big enough (and non-transparent enough) to clearly be more than pre-cum. The pleasure of the orgasm mixed with the excitement of his first proper ejaculation had Mikey almost laughing as he moaned his way through the pleasure.
"Congratulations and commiserations, big man!" Andrew declared once they had both taken a moment to catch their breath.
"Huh?" Mikey asked, unsure what he meant.
"Well congratulations, you can cum, but commiserations.... as this means you don't get to skip Dr Arkwright's appointment. He needs to see what you can do before he officially releases you. You've gotta do this all again on Tuesday!" Andrew explained.
"Oh no, another orgasm!" Mikey said sarcastically with a snigger.
Danny lay on his bunk, head and arms hanging loosely over the end as he chatted to James on the bunk opposite as well as Rob and Mikey on the lower bunks. Chris was the last one back into the dorm, having gone to 'say good night' to Kyle, which Danny had correctly taken to mean more kissing.
It was surprisingly nice to be back in the dorm. Danny had undeniably enjoyed his time off, having spent almost the entire week with either his Mum, Dad, sister or old friends from school, but Kingswood was really beginning to feel like home. Two months earlier, when he had first arrived, the thought of sharing a room with seven other boys just seemed insane, the first few days feeling so crowded yet here he was today, the room feeling a little empty because there would just be the five of them for the night.
"Danny, are you really okay with it?" Rob asked.
Danny was shaken from his thoughts by the question, not even realising he had phased out a little. "With what?" he asked.
Rob looked round at the door to make sure Chris wasn't walking back in before he said, "Chris and Kyle!"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Danny asked. He could entirely understand how they might question it, but he was determined to play it cool, if only to try and stop any further questioning on the matter.
"Pfff," Rob puffed. He put on a ridiculous 'bad TV show sassy black friend' voice and said, "Some bitch-ass ho swooped in and stole mah man, I would kick their asses!"
Danny glanced at James whose expression matched his own and then looked to Rob. "Okay, whatever you think that voice was... just... no! Chris has not been stolen by anyone he definitely wasn't 'my man'."
"If you say so!" Rob said with a shrug.
"I think they're really sweet together!" James added.
"Yes, this guy gets it!" Danny said, gesturing to James. "Thank you. They ARE sweet together!"
"Who are?" Chris asked, walking in. He frowned and corrected himself, "Who is?"
"You and Kyle!" Danny answered, getting an annoyed glare from Rob. "He thinks I should be mad cos Kyle stole my man!"
"That's stupid," Chris said dismissively. "I was never 'Danny's man'. How could I be Danny's man when I'm clearly in love with Rob?" He lunged towards Rob's bunk making smooching noises as the other three burst into laughter.
Rob rolled back so hard he fell off his bunk but jumped to his feet and dashed round the sofas to keep away from Chris. "Piss off!" Rob yelled back.
The chase had gone on for a little while, with Mr Trent walking in to check on them just as Chris had managed to get hold of Rob and start pretending to hump him over the back of a sofa. Rob had been mortified, but Chris just laughed it off as he climbed up to his bunk under the amused gaze of the young teacher.
As soon as the lights were out, Chris scaled the gap next to his bunk and flopped down beside Danny, who knew the move was coming.
"I'm really happy for you and Rob!" Danny said, deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Shut up Danny!" Rob called out through the darkness, getting a snigger from the others.
"I really am happy for you though," Danny whispered as the laughing died down.
"You mean it?" Chris asked, sounding quite relieved.
Danny thought for a moment. Sure, Kyle now had a part of Chris that he never would but that didn't matter. He had everything he needed already. "I do!" Danny said sincerely.
Chris mewed happily as he cuddled against Danny, settling in for the first night back together.
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/
The Kingswood Saga ------------------ Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/ Half-Term at Kingswood - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
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/
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