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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 15
Saturday 5 November 2022
Rob let out an annoyed grunt and jumped away as he felt a wet finger poked into his ear. "Fuck off!" he snapped as he was unceremoniously and reluctantly yanked into a state of consciousness, pulling the covers over his head.
"I would, but this is my dorm too!"
Rob's eyes shot open and he threw back the covers to look at the source of the voice (and presumably, the annoying finger). "Josh!" he exclaimed excitedly, but immediately frowned and demanded, "Wait, what are you doing up here?"
"I killed the guards with a paperclip and escaped my cell, but I couldn't leave without you. Come with me if you want to live!" Josh declared, holding out his hand.
"What!?" Rob exclaimed, genuinely unsure if he was actually still asleep.
"Kidding," Josh said as he sat down at the foot of Rob's bed. "I was feeling good, they said I could go out so long as I didn't go far... so I came here!"
Rob sat up and grabbed his glasses. As he put them on, he looked at his best friend. In many ways, it looked like a completely different boy than the one who had moved into the new dorm with him several weeks earlier. His jet black hair was gone, shaved off when it started to fall out, though thankfully his eyebrows and eyelashes had remained. While never the most tanned boy, he was even paler now, and his lithe, slender frame was now positively scrawny.
Rob still smiled though, because all of that – the hair, the colour, the weight – it was all superficial. Everything made Josh who he was just sat there shining through. His impishly annoying personality, the mischievous twinkle in his eye but above all else, his smile. Rob missed that smile so much.
During his second round of chemotherapy, Josh had really suffered, to the point where he had ended up refusing all visitors because he just couldn't face dealing with anyone. The headaches were too painful, the nausea too disorienting, the sores in his mouth making even just talking difficult. That was when the smile had really disappeared. It had now been five days since the chemotherapy ended and while the symptoms hadn't vanished, they had gradually eased off a little more each day, and Josh seemed just a little bit brighter.
Four days ago, he had allowed visits from his closest friends (i.e. Rob, Mark, Mikey and Mr Rudd). Two days ago it had been opened up to everyone... and he had been swamped with visitors. And now here he was, out of the medical facility, back in his dorm and smiling away as he sat with his best friend.
"This kinda feels the wrong way round," Rob chuckled, gesturing to their respective positions, with himself being the one in bed. He glanced down the dorm at the other two beds. Both were empty, with Mark off at football practice and David at chess club.
Josh smiled and shuffled along the bed a little as he said, "Maybe I could join you!"
Rob's expression quickly changed to obvious concern.
"Chill, I'm okay," Josh insisted. "It just... tired me out more than expected getting up here! And I gotta be careful not to overdo it today, cos Doc J says if I'm still doing this well later, they might actually let me come out with you all tonight!"
"What? Seriously?" Rob asked excitedly. "In that case, get in here and take it easy!" he said, shuffling to the side of the bed as he held out his arm.
"Mmmm," Josh hummed happily as the covers were thrown over him and he nestled in against Rob. "You're so cuddly!" he said dreamily.
"You can just call me fat!" Rob smirked.
"No!" Josh scowled, pulling back to look up at Rob's face. He placed a hand on Rob's tummy and rubbed gently. "You're thicc, that's with two Cs, but that's okay cos it's how you're gonna end up anyway!"
"I am?" Rob asked curiously.
"Mmm-huh," Josh hummed, smiling sweetly. "You see those rugby players and they're all... big and thicc and so fucking sexy. That's what you're gonna be like when you're done growing up!"
Rob chuckled and asked, "Thought about that a lot, have you?"
"Yeah, kinda," Josh said, turning slightly melancholy, "Just... on one of the bad days, I was thinking about what I'd miss if I died!"
Rob gasped slightly, not just at the painfully blunt way Josh had said it, but knowing things had gotten that bad.
"Don't worry, that didn't last long," Josh reassured the other boy, "But it made me think about what we'll all be like when we're older."
Despite the slightly more upbeat tone, Rob couldn't shake his concerns so he voiced them instead. "Josh... umm... the last time we, like... really talked about the future was the night before you... went up on the roof!"
"Oh yeah," Josh said, smiling briefly at the memory of the affectionate and intimate night they had shared during Lockdown before his contemplated suicide. He shook his head slightly and insisted, "This isn't that, so don't worry. I had a bad day and I thought about you as a grown-up sexy, sexy rugby man, that's all!"
Rob snorted with laughter at the playful terminology. "Okay then," he said with a gentle nod, "And I hope that's how I end up too!" They both smiled sweetly.
"I... umm... I should be getting my results this afternoon," Josh said slightly cautiously. Considering the fuss Rob had made over the results after his first round of chemo, and the emotional impact the bad news had inflicted on his loved ones, Josh had considered not telling anyone about his results until he had them. He knew he didn't want to hide it from Rob though.
"Okay," Rob nodded gently. "You want me to be there?" he asked softly.
Josh nodded back and replied, "Please. If that's okay with you."
"Of course it is," Rob said sweetly, then placed a hand on the back of Josh's head, stroking it gently. "That's so weird," he chuckled as he felt the smooth skin.
"I know. Mark says it's like petting one of those bald cats!" Josh giggled.
Rob felt himself recoil a little. His jealousy was something he had been made painfully aware of recently and he was still doing his best to fight it, though it was proving to be a challenge. "Should I ask why Mark is `petting' you?" he asked with a wry grin.
"No, ya fuckin' shouldn't. You should just cuddle me instead!" Josh insisted.
"Fine by me," Rob said as he held the other boy tightly.
"Wait, do you celebrate the fact that this `Guy Fawkes' person failed to kill your leaders, or do you celebrate him for trying?" Jorge asked curiously, cocking his head at Nicky as they had been talking about Guy Fawkes Night.
Nicky sniggered and shook his head. "Honestly, it kinda depends who you ask!" he said with a grin.
"Oh, where I come from we do not burn straw men on fires," Jorge stated, "Just real ones!"
Nicky's laughter stopped as he stared at the boy in shock.
A beautiful grin spread across the boy's face as he declared, "That was a joke. We do not burn people, at least not on purpose!"
"Damn, ya got me," Nicky said, chuckling gently. He was three months into mentoring the boy and so far it had been a mixed experience.
Jorge himself was every bit as funny and witty and kind and adorable as Nicky had expected him to be, but like all of `The Lads', as they had been dubbed, there were some issues. While the squabbling, arguing and physical fighting that plagued their dorm at the start of the term had died down a little, it still continued on a much smaller scale. Disagreements aside, The Lads were settling in slowly and gradually finding their feet.
For Nicky, his mentorship was a little different from his peers. He carried out the same duties as the other Year 10s in teaching Jorge about Kingswood's rules and traditions, sexual activities and relationships, while being a guide, friend and confidante. However, Nicky had also taken on the duties of teaching Jorge about the UK and helping him to perfect his English. In return, Jorge was teaching Nicky about Colombia, the country his family had left behind barely a year ago now. Part of that was the gradual understanding they had developed of each other's sense of humour.
"See, now you know how it feels!" Jorge said playfully, usually the one to fall for Nicky's teasing comments.
"Yep, got a tase of my own medicine," Nicky smirked.
Jorge frowned and asked, "You have medicine? Are you sick?"
Nicky held back a laugh and shook his head. "No, it's... it's just a saying. Remind me some time to introduce you to British sayings. Some of them are proper batshit crazy!"
"You have bats?" Jorge asked cocking his head.
"No, it's..." Nicky started, but managed to stop himself, shaking his head as he said, "Nearly got me again!"
Jorge just smiled proudly.
"Anyway, down to business," Nicky started.
"You have a business?" Jorge asked with a wry grin, but as he got an eye roll from Nicky he added, "Sorry, I will stop!"
Shaking his head slightly, Nicky asked, "So how's this week been?"
Jorge pursed his lips thoughtfully and nodded gently as he said, "It has... been quite good I think!" As Nicky nodded silently, Jorge continued, "The Halloween party on Monday was fun, but it was surprising how incredible some of the costumes were, they made ours seem a little bad."
Nicky smirked, having come to the same conclusion after his own first Halloween party in Year 7.
"Classes were interesting like they usually are. Learning is more fun here than it was at any other school I've been to. I'm not good at maths but Mr Beecham is a great teacher, I really like him!" Jorge explained. "And it has been a while since we had any big fights in the dorm. I think it has helped that Devon and Leonardo have both been... umm... released!"
"That's good," Nicky nodded.
"But..." Jorge started, but paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment.
"But what?" Nicky prompted curiously.
"Well, Avery and Devon got into a fight cos Devon was teasing Avery about still being... umm... the word is... umm," Jorge paused to think of the right word, something he seemed to need to do less and less with each passing week. "Undeveloped. That's it. They fought about that cos Devon teased him."
"That's not very nice," Nicky stated disapprovingly. "Does Devon do a lot of that sort of thing?" Nicky asked, concerned whether the other boy was maybe going astray because his mentor, Rob, was too distracted with other things.
"Hmm, not really," Jorge hummed thoughtfully, "Actually a... a lot of boys in the dorm seem to tease each other."
"That'd explain the fights," Nicky said with a slight headshake.
"But that is why it is weird," Jorge stated, "People always say things but not everyone hears it!"
Nicky frowned, unsure if the meaning had got a little lost in translation. "I don't follow," he said softly.
"Well, umm... with the Devon and Avery argument, they fell out because of what Devon said, but Avery did not hear him say it. Somebody told him Devon said it!" Jorge explained.
"Weird," Nicky said, dismissing it as typical Year 7 shenanigans.
There was a common saying in the school – There's no drama quite like Year 7 drama!' and it often turned out to be true. The previous year, some of Nicky's friends had even taken to watching the Year 7s like an in-person soap opera. That had continued into the new year, though James and David had complained that now they had to learn the names of a new cast' as the `new season' of the show started. Nicky occasionally joined them in watching the dramas play out, though lately his free time ended up being spent doing things with his band or Gray instead.
"And have you thought of anything you'd like to ask me about... umm... sex stuff?" Nicky asked, unsure how to put it more subtly. The language issues often meant he had to resort to quite blunt language to ensure his point was correctly understood.
"Umm, maybe," Jorge said, blushing a little. "I just... wondered if... umm... is it normal to... umm...do sex things... umm... with someone you do not like?"
Nicky recoiled slightly, looking understandably alarmed as he asked, "Is someone making you do things you don't want to do?"
"No, no," Jorge insisted, "That is... not what I meant. I... I... I want to do the things and I like them but the person I do them with, I think he does not like me!"
"Why's that?" Nicky asked, not really put at ease by the clarification.
"Umm... because... because him and his friends do not like me and my friends," Jorge said, looking increasingly confused.
Even without names Nicky had narrowed down the possibilities from what Jorge had said. The implication of two `factions' made it seem clear that the boy in question had to be Avery, Milo or Leonardo, who had formed one clique in dorm 1.01, and were known to often be at odds with the dorm's other clique, made up of Declan, Devon and Jorge. "So if you don't like each other, how does... sex stuff happen?" he asked softly.
Jorge hummed thoughtfully for a moment and said, "When we are alone, it seems we are like friends and sometimes that leads to us... doing things."
Nicky frowned for a moment, contemplating the situation. He couldn't help drawing parallels to what he knew about Mark's relationship with his ex-boyfriend Gregory, which set him right back to being alarmed. "Do you... want it to stop?" Nicky asked, still unsure what to advise.
"No," Jorge said with a slight headshake. "I like the things we do and I like him," he paused to blush as he added, "I do not mean I am in love with him, I mean I would like the times when we are friends to be all of the time!"
"Have you talked to him about this?" Nicky asked softly, cocking his head curiously.
Jorge pouted slightly as he shook his head in response. "I don't think things will change because of what I want," he said sadly.
"Well, they'll never change if you don't even try!" Nicky replied with a meek smile.
"You are right," Jorge conceded.
"I usually am," Nicky sniggered. "So you talk to him, see how it goes. You know where I am if you need me!"
"Thank you, Nicky," Jorge said coyly. "Umm... there is... one other thing," he said, pausing to get a nod from his mentor to go on, "I think I am... not good at, umm... what's the word... using my mouth... on a... a penis!"
"Oral. Sucking. Blow job. All good options," Nicky offered before really taking in what the boy was saying. "Oh, are you... asking to practice?"
"If that would... be okay," Jorge requested timidly.
Nicky almost said yes on sheer instinct. A cute boy offering to blow him, who could refuse that!? Then as his cock throbbed slightly from the prospect he remembered why he could not. "Oh, umm... no," Nicky said a little awkwardly.
"I... I... understand," Jorge said, lowering his gaze to the ground, "I am sorry."
"No, no, don't be sorry," Nicky insisted, feeling guilty. "I'm not saying no I don't want to, I'm saying... no I can't!" As Jorge looked at him curiously, he held back for a moment. So far, the only people who knew about Nicky's ongoing chastity (aside from the mystery man in charge of it) were Mikey, Chris and Danny. Based on Chris and Danny's comments, it was possible others had also figured it out, but officially that was all.
They had taken it well though, and while all three of them had found a new hobby in teasing Nicky and getting him aroused just to frustrate him, it had been less of an issue than he expected. He knew Jorge wouldn't cause him any issues either, so he said, "It's... because of this!" He stood and nervously reached down, pulling down the front of his sweatpants and underwear to reveal the caged cock for a few moments before covering back up.
"You are in a chastity device!" Jorge exclaimed in surprise before he frowned and added, "But you are able to cum!"
"Yeah, I am, it's not one the school are making me wear, it's... well, it's complicated," Nicky said, blushing slightly as he covered up.
"Wait, can I... can I... see it more?" Jorge asked, gulping slightly as his hand moved down to his crotch.
Being looked at was something Nicky had always struggled with but had been getting better at with each passing month. As the boy made his request, Nicky felt momentarily uneasy but it quickly passed and he nodded, revealing the cage again. He smirked slightly as he saw Jorge's hand squeezing at an erection that had popped up amusingly quickly.
"Could I... see you in... JUST that?" Jorge asked, staring wide-eyed as he pawed at his arousal.
"Hmm, only if you get naked too," Nicky said with a smile. He had always been careful to keep his distance from Jorge on an intimate level, if only for fear of repeating his past with his own mentor. Thankfully, the fear of a romantic attraction seemed to have passed as they developed their mentor/mentee, big brother/little brother dynamic, but that didn't mean Nicky didn't enjoy looking at the boy.
"Okay," Jorge said eagerly, jumping to his feet to undress. He was naked in moments, his straining erection gripped eagerly in his left hand.
Nicky let out a slight grunt as his cock, which barely fit in the large cage to begin with, swelled as much as the device would allow. It was a feeling that was both unpleasant and exciting at the same time, especially as he saw Jorge's eyes fixed on it. Peeling his t-shirt up and over his head, he stood fully exposed before the boy.
"You look... like a man!" Jorge gulped, eyeing Nicky's hairy chest. "I... do not," he said shyly, looking down at the small patch of hair at the base of his dick.
Nicky smiled sweetly as he replied, "I'm freakishly well developed and you're not even twelve yet. It's not even a fair comparison!" As he got a gentle nod back, he added, "Besides, you're still very developed for your age, and you're very cute!"
"I am?" Jorge asked, looking genuinely surprised.
"Very," Nicky reassured him, "You are a beautiful boy, both inside and outside!" The compliments came easily, not because of any attempt to attract or flatter the boy, but simply because they were effortlessly true.
"Thank you," Jorge beamed joyfully. "So are you!" he said, gulping slightly as he squeezed his boner. "I... umm... is it... is it okay... umm..."
"You can jerk off if you want," Nicky said, sensing the question.
That was all the permission Jorge needed. His hand was pumping away instantly as he stared at Nicky, alternating his gaze between the torso, all slim and toned and fuzzy, and the chastity cage, containing the monstrous cock with hefty balls swinging below. "You are so sexy," Jorge whimpered, his hand moving so fast it was virtually a blur. "Ah, oh, Nicky... unnnh," he gasped breathlessly as he began to cum.
The first shot flew a short way, but the rest following were barely more than dribbles, spattering down at his feet. Jorge continued stroking until every last drop was out, then dropped his hand away and stared down at his dick for a moment before looking at Nicky again. With a wry smile, he said softly, "I enjoy looking at you!"
"Really, I couldn't tell!" Nicky said sarcastically, already thinking about his next hookup with Locky.
Danny had just dismissed the football team. It was still a little while until lunch, but the Saturday morning practice sessions could sometimes feel a bit long so he often let them out early. That was the reason he gave his teammates anyway. In reality, he just felt a bit too distracted to keep it going any longer.
Earlier in the week, after an unexpected emotional breakdown with Mr Rudd, Danny had been made aware he was injuring himself, mindlessly scratching at his palm whenever he felt stressed without even realising it. Mr Rudd had dressed the small wound, which had now started to heal, but he had also asked Danny to be mindful of doing it anymore. It was frustrating that actively trying not to do it felt almost like it was prompting him to keep doing it!
Several times each day, he had felt a slight sting as he unconsciously started to scratch, admonishing himself silently each time he did it. Throughout football practice, he had spent more time staring at his hand than watching his team. Based on how things had gone last time, he knew Josh had to be expecting test results pretty soon and it was hard to get the other boy out of his mind.
As he stood on the side of one of the pitches, his mind a million miles away, he suddenly felt hands grab at his shorts. In a quick sharp yank, they were pulled down along with his underwear. Danny desperately reached down to pull them back up, but toppled over in his panic and fell to the floor, half naked with the Year 7 and 8 football teams openly laughing at him.
"Gotcha!" Avery said with a proud grin as the rest of the boys were in hysterics at the Year 10 flailing to pull his shorts and underwear back up.
"Avery!" Danny growled as he struggled to his feet, red-faced. "You lot, get the hell outta here!" he barked at the younger boys angrily.
They quickly responded to the older captain's fury and scurried off towards the Sports Complex still sniggering, though Avery found himself held back as Danny grabbed the back of his collar.
"Not you!" Danny said, yanking the boy back.
"AVENGE ME!" Avery called after his classmates, who laughed back at him.
"I suppose you think you're funny," Danny said grumpily.
Avery shrugged and replied, "Thirty guys laughing makes it seem like I probably am!"
Annoyed as Danny was, he couldn't fault the logic. That didn't change the fact he was annoyed at the boy. "I should report you for that!" he threatened.
"I could report you for exposing yourself to a bunch of kids!" Avery threatened in return.
"I didn't expose myself. YOU pantsed me!" Danny growled.
"Did I? That sounds hilarious!" Avery smirked.
"Oh my god, I think I might actually have to hurt you!" Danny said, shaking his head, visibly frustrated.
Avery puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly as he thought for a moment and said, "You could always... try and see if you can set a new record for times you've made me cum!"
"That sounds more like a reward than a punishment!" Danny said, intrigued by the offer but still trying to remain angry.
"Even if I let you, umm... restrain me and we do it without, like... a safe word and you just do me until YOU want to stop?" Avery said, blushing a little as he tried to look nonchalant.
Danny frowned slightly. "Tied up without a safe word," he repeated. "Are you sure about that?"
The question seemed to hang heavily between them for a few moments before Avery just nodded gently. It took away the remnants of anger Danny had been feeling to know that Avery seemed to have that much faith in him.
"Okay then, come on," Danny said, heading for the building.
"Wait, really?" Avery exclaimed excitedly. "Oh my god, oh my god," he said, almost bouncing with excitement.
"Oh, thought about me a lot, have you?" Danny teased.
"Eww, no," Avery scoffed. "This isn't about YOU, I just like cumming lots of times and I don't know anyone else I'd trust to do that!" he explained, then blushed a little as he mumbled, "But mostly I just like cumming a lot!"
"Mmm-huh, sure," Danny smirked as they headed inside. Avery trusted him. Maybe not completely, and maybe not with everything, but this felt like a huge step in the right direction. Heading straight for the storeroom Danny usually used for hooking up in the Sports Complex, he opened the door and gestured for Avery to go in. As soon as the boy was inside, Danny reached down and grabbed his shorts, yanking them down as he said, "Ha, how d'you like it?"
Avery turned to Danny and shrugged as he said, "I mean, I was getting naked anyway and there's nobody to see, so... that's a fail!"
"You're a fail," Danny muttered moodily as he shut the door. "Fine, get your clothes off!" he instructed as he looked round the supplies in the room. "Ah, perfect!" he said as he found a supply of skipping ropes. "You wanna sit or stand?" he asked as he looked back to Avery, who was now naked aside from his football boots and socks.
"Sitting, I guess," Avery replied casually.
"Okay, over there," Danny instructed, pointing to a pile of mats in front of a large shelving unit.
Avery sat down, but as he leaned back against the shelf of the unit, he let out a surprised yelp and called, "Ah, that's cold!"
"You'll get used to it," Danny said flatly, "Now gimme your arm!"
Avery complied, watching nervously his mentor used the skipping ropes to attach his arm to the shelf at both his wrist and his elbow. When Danny prompted, Avery raised his other arm too as the move was repeated to fully secure him in place. Avery let out a gentle grunt as he squirmed, his hips moving a little.
"Oh, getting hard from this, are you?" Danny asked with a grin.
"No!" Avery insisted firmly.
"Is that a lie?" Danny asked wryly.
Avery chuckled awkwardly as he mumbled, "Yes!"
Danny laughed as he stood up. "Okay, I'll be back soon... probably," he said as he moved toward the door.
"Wait, what!?" Avery yelped nervously.
"Well I've gotta unlock you and I don't carry your key out with me on the pitch, do I!" Danny explained.
"You couldn't have got the key BEFORE you did this?" Avery demanded, pulling at the ropes for emphasis, though all it really did was make him realise how securely tied they were.
"I could," Danny nodded, then grinned and said, "But I didn't. Back soon!" He reached for the door, but stopped and said, "Oh, wait. I almost forgot!" He walked back, stopping at Avery's discarded clothes, and picked up his underwear, placing it over the boy's head despite his protests, forming a makeshift blindfold.
"You're a cunt!" Avery grumbled as he heard Danny leave.
Despite the satisfaction of leaving the boy in the embarrassing position, as well as the genuine temptation to just leave him there as payback for the day they met, Danny didn't want to risk souring their relationship now that things were actually improving. He hurried quickly to the locker room, grabbed the key and his phone then hurried back. Unable to resist a little teasing though, he didn't say anything as he entered, he just gasped, and then began to giggle.
"Hey, who's there? Who is it?" Avery demanded.
Danny opened the camera app on his phone and made sure it wasn't on silent, then started taking pictures. He had the camera pointed away, at random parts of the room as he didn't actually want pictures of the naked boy, but he knew the assumption Avery would make and how it would sound.
"What, no, stop it!" Avery demanded, struggling against his restraints in vain. "Please, please, stop. Delete the pictures. Please, please..." He started to sound like he was on the verge of tears.
Danny quickly grabbed the underwear blindfold away as he said, "Hey, it's just me, I was only messing around!"
Avery sniffled slightly, taking a few sharp, shaky breaths as he looked at Danny in relief.
"I wouldn't really let that happen!" Danny insisted, stroking the boy's shoulder.
"Sorry, I just got scared," Avery admitted meekly.
"Clearly," Danny nodded solemnly. He paused for a moment and said, "I'm sorry I scared you, but maybe remember this next time you wanna prank someone. Don't dish it out if you can't take it!"
"I know, I'm sorry," Avery pouted.
"No harm done," Danny insisted. "Now, about those orgasms!" he said as he held up the key.
Avery's face lit up in anticipation.
A few moments later, Danny had the chastity device removed, leaving the boy even more exposed as he sat tied to the shelves. He had already been hard before the lock was even removed, but was positively throbbing as he sat naked with Danny staring down at him.
"What's the current record?" Danny asked casually, though he already knew.
"Eight," Avery replied, squirming a little. "Are we... gonna beat that today?" he asked, his eyes wide with a mix of hope and nervousness.
"We are," Danny said confidently, "But if you wanna do it without getting caught, we're gonna need to make sure you don't get heard. You can get pretty loud after the first few!"
Avery blushed heavily at the statement then offered softly, "I can stay quiet!"
"Let's just be sure!" Danny said with a smirk. He grabbed the boy's feet and pulled off his football boot, then pulled off the sock beneath it.
"No, no!" Avery insisted, already guessing what was coming.
"Yes, yes!" Danny chuckled as he balled up the sock then moved his hand towards Avery's face. Despite the protests, the boy opened his mouth willingly, gulping slightly before Danny shoved the sock in. "Finally found a way to shut you up. I should do this more often!" It just got a growl in response, albeit a muffled one.
Before starting, Danny headed across the room to grab some lubricant from the stash he kept hidden. He let out a gentle sigh as he did it. He had started hiding it in there when he started going to the gym with Brian, as it always ended up with them fucking. As happy as he was with Chris (and that was VERY happy) he still thought fondly of his time with Brian.
Squeezing some lube onto his hand, he got started on stroking the boy. He didn't usually use lubricant, as they usually did this in the shower, but without the water/shower gel, and with every intention of going far beyond the usual amount, he figured it made sense to use it. It became immediately apparent that Avery enjoyed the additional sensation, though there was every chance his heightened excitement came from being restrained. It was something Danny mentally stored away to maybe explore later in his mentee's sexual development.
"I reckon I'll be able to tell," Danny started as he stroked the small cock rapidly, "But tap your hand three times when you're cumming, just so I know!"
Avery nodded eagerly, staring Danny dead in the eye.
While Danny still didn't find younger guys particularly arousing, preferring the more developed (and hairier) physiques of older guys, the situation itself had his own cock positively oozing in his shorts as he masturbated the restrained boy. It didn't take long before he felt the small penis throb between this thumb and forefinger, accompanied by heavy nasal breathing and a tap of Avery's hand that signalled his first dry orgasm.
Danny stopped stroking, but only for a few seconds as he watched to be sure the spasms of the climax had concluded before he began stroking once again. Danny knew by now that the longer he waited after the orgasm, the longer it would take for Avery to reach the next one. Usually he allowed more time, not wanting to push the boy too hard and have him call it quits. Today that was not an issue as the goal was just to hit a high number. Avery's pleasure, while desirable, was not a priority.
It was less than a minute of stroking before his hand was tapping again and his toes curled as he experienced his second dry orgasm in as many minutes. Danny waited the briefest moment once again before working the boy towards his third helpless spasm. While his gaze had been fixed on the small, raging hard dick so far, he finally looked into the boy's face. The look he was getting back from him was a wonderful mix of pleasure, frustration, excitement and nervousness, along with something else Danny couldn't quite put his finger on.
The third orgasm came and went, followed quickly by numbers four, five and six. Avery was panting heavily by now and as Danny raised a hand to offer to remove the sock, Avery shook his head, seemingly determined to see this through.
As Danny moved on to start number seven, he let his other hand gently caress the boy's body. His skin was slightly clammy with sweat, but every bit as silky soft and smooth as always. The firmness of the boy's stomach had given way to a little softness as he sat hunched over, leaning forward as far as the restraints would allow as he the torturous pleasure continued. He tapped his hand again to signal the arrival of his seventh orgasm, letting out whimpers as he did so.
With orgasm eight up next, equalling the current record, Avery caught Danny's eye, then glanced down at himself. As Danny's eyes followed the boy's gaze, he saw Avery spread his legs, lifting his knees slightly so his hole just about came into view for the teen touching him.
"You want me to... play with that?" Danny asked in surprise.
Avery nodded emphatically, letting out muffled words through the now-damp sock.
"Okay," Danny said, his own cock absolutely throbbing in response. He re-lubed the boy's cock and as he did so, got some onto his other hand which he used to reach down to the exposed butthole. At first, he just circled the tight ring with his finger, but that seemed to be enough when paired with the continuing post-orgasmic stroking to push the boy over the edge once again.
Letting out increasingly high-pitched moans, Avery tapped his hand as orgasm eight ripped through him.
This was it. They were officially into uncharted territory. This was as far as they had been able to take it when Avery had the autonomy to decide when they would stop. That power was gone now, and while Danny remained mindful of the risk of harm, he knew the boy could take more. More importantly, he knew Avery WANTED to take more!
Letting his finger circle the boy's hole a few times before he resumed stroking, Danny felt the boy push his butt against the finger a little. Giving him a questioning look, he got an immediate nod. As he took hold of the still-solid cock with one hand, he slipped a finger inside the boy with the other. It was instantly met by the sound of the boy's hand tapping, as the insertion triggered orgasm number nine.
As Avery began thrusting his hips, fucking Danny's hand at the same time he forced himself repeatedly onto the finger, Danny got the message and simply continued both gestures, wanking and fingering the boy at the same time. Mere seconds passed before Avery was tapping again. Number ten.
Unsure how much more the boy could take, Danny looked at Avery's face and saw nothing but sheer ecstasy. He continued his erotic assault and as the boy began to tap again, he frowned in slight concern as the tapping didn't stop. At first, he took it as a sign Avery needed it to end, but the sight of the boy's eyes rolling back in his head as the sphincter pulsated around his finger and the dick in his grasp twitched constantly, he realised the boy was simply experiencing something that was either a long continuous orgasm, or just one orgasm after another without a break.
Danny kept it up until he finally reached the point where he was worried the boy might asphyxiate from his laboured gasps and pulled his hands away. Reaching up cautiously as Avery's eyes closed, he pulled the sock out.
Avery gulped down the pooled saliva that had managed to avoid soaking into the sock and began panting heavily.
"You okay there, bud?" Danny asked, stroking the boy's sweaty chest gently.
"Oh... my... fucking... god!" Avery panted, shaking his head with his eyes still closed. "Oh my god," he repeated a few seconds later.
"Ave?" Danny enquired, reaching up to brush the boy's cheek gently with the back of a finger.
Avery's eyes opened and he beamed gleefully at Danny as he said, "I like when you call me that!"
Danny smiled at the comment and let his fingers run down the boy's body again as he asked, "You're okay then?"
"Better than okay," Avery said wearily. "That was... jesus, I don't even know how many times that was!" As Danny chuckled, the boy shook his head and added, "At the end there, they just... kept on going. Oh my fucking god!"
"And you asked me to finger you too!" Danny said, raising an eyebrow.
"Kinda getting used to the butt stuff!" Avery said with a casual shrug.
"I thought you didn't like it," Danny frowned. "You said you... didn't enjoy it with Milo!"
Avery shrugged again as he said, "Like I said, I got used to it!"
Danny reached out to start untying the boy as he asked curiously, "If you weren't enjoying it, why did you keep doing it?"
"I dunno, just did," Avery said evasively.
"Nobody made you, did they?" Danny asked anxiously as he got one of Avery's arms free.
"No, he's just... I dunno, good at... talking people into things!" Avery explained, then quickly added, "But nobody forced anyone! Anyway, forget that. You just made me cum, like... a gajillion times! That was insane!"
Danny felt a sudden sting and looked down to see he was scratching his palm again. Recoiling a little, he frowned briefly at the boy but decided to leave questioning it for another time. "Come on, let's get showered, it's lunch time and you GOTTA be hungry after that!"
"Fuck yes!" Avery exclaimed as his other arm was freed and he stretched a little. "But thanks, this was fun. I should totally pants you more often!" he said with a snigger as he started to dress.
Rob had not long been back from rugby practice. He was sitting in the living area casually scrolling through his phone while David was tapping away on his laptop when he felt a sudden smack to the back of his head.
"Oww, what the fuck!?" Rob exclaimed angrily, rubbing his head as he looked round to see the perpetrator. Scowling as he saw Josh standing there, he said, "I thought you were napping. Also, owww, ya cunt! What was that for?"
"Milo!" Josh said angrily.
"Oh," Rob said sheepishly. He had fallen out with his little brother during half-term and they had barely spoken to each other since.
"Yeah, oh!" Josh said unhappily, moving round to sit down on one of the other sofas as David just watched on, unsure if he should leave. "You STILL haven't made up with him?"
"Did ya hit him too?" Rob asked moodily, gesturing to his own head.
"No, he's just a kid," Josh said defensively. "I don't hit kids!"
"You know I'm only fourteen, right?" Rob pouted.
"Doesn't matter, you're the big brother. You gotta make things right!" Josh insisted.
"That's not fair!" Rob complained.
"That's not fair," Josh parroted back in a mocking tone, getting a snigger from David that earned him a furious glare from Rob. "I don't care if it's fair. Whatever the issue is, fuckin' sort it out!" Josh snapped.
"So he... didn't tell you why we fell out?" Rob asked, unsure if Josh would feel the same if he knew the details.
"No, he's a Wilson!" Josh said accusingly with obvious exasperation, "You're as stubborn as each other, which is why YOU gotta make it right, otherwise before you know it you'll be an old man on your death bed going `oh, where's my brother, I miss him, if only I hadn't been such a stubborn cunt when I was at school, also, please help me nurse, I've just wet myself'. Is that what you want, Rob? Do you want to piss yourself? Wait, that wasn't my point!"
"I've missed you, Josh," David said with a grin.
Rob grunted in response as Josh beamed happily.
"Whatever, I've got to get to Creative Writing," Rob said as he glanced at the time.
"Promise you'll talk to Milo?" Josh enquired as he watched Rob get up.
"Ugh, fine," Rob huffed, then added quietly, "When I have the time!"
David chuckled as Josh just glared at Rob as he left. "It really is nice to see you up and around," David said meekly. "How are you feeling?" he asked sympathetically.
Josh pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, but winced as they remained cracked and sore, then explained, "Compared to a day before the cancer shit kicked in, pretty fucking crappy, but... compared to the really bad days, I'm actually feeling good!"
David nodded pensively and replied, "Yeah, I guess this sorta stuff kinda resets the scale of what's a bad day and what's a good one, right?"
Josh nodded, smiling a little at the insightful comment. "So come on then, how much research did you do into AML?" he asked accusingly.
"Just a bit," David said with a shy shrug. As Josh raised an eyebrow, David corrected himself to, "Okay, quite a lot." When Josh's other eyebrow rose, David rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, I read pretty much everything there is to read!"
Josh chuckled, then pouted a little and said, "Scary shit, right?"
David nodded back.
"Well no need to worry. I got this shit beat!" Josh insisted. "Anyway, enough about that. What about you? What's going on? What's new? What's happening? How's the love life?"
David thought for a moment. Things were still a little strange with James after their failed attempt at anal, but of all the people in the dorm he could speak to, Josh was probably the last one to have any advice on it. "Love life's good," he said, as aside from the sex issue, things really were good. "Not that much going on really. Just, ya know, getting used to new classes and the new dorm. Mentoring Axel is so much fun, he's great."
Josh hummed briefly.
"Is there... umm... what's up?" David asked curiously.
"Nothing," Josh said, not wanting to cast aspersions without due cause. "Does Axel ever talk about the arguing in the dorm?"
David nodded, but quickly stated, "Yeah, but... you know what's said between us..."
"Stays between you, yeah I know," Josh nodded. "Just wondering if he ever says much about it."
"Well, I guess, a bit. He tends to stay out of it though. He's good like that!" David said proudly.
"But let me guess, he always knows exactly what happened in every argument somehow?" Josh asked.
"What are you getting at?" David asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Josh repeated. "Maybe just... keep an eye, okay."
"Okay," David said curiously thinking it was quite a strange comment to make. The strangeness prompted David to recall something else as he suddenly declared, "Oh, you're close with Mikey, right?"
"Mikey's great!" Josh said happily.
"He is," David nodded. "We still work together on the Underground lottery," he stated.
"Which I STILL haven't won, despite being mates with you both!" Josh said despondently.
David smirked. Josh was not the first to try and use friendship as leverage to get a win on the random draw. "It's random and we're impartial, get over it!" he said, the same answer he gave anyone else who asked. "But about Mikey, does he... ever do strange things?"
Josh scoffed and said, "It's Mikey, it's probably easier to pick out the times he DOESN'T do strange things!"
David's brow furrowed for a moment as he considered the comment, then smirked as he nodded. "True, but what I mean is... have you ever heard him talk to himself when he's alone?" he enquired.
"Well if he's alone, how would I know what he's doing?" Josh asked frankly.
David's eyes widened as he realised the inherent risk of the question in potentially revealing his spying. He forced a grin and said, "Oh yeah, good point, never mind!"
"But if something's up with him, Nicky's really the one to ask. We're close, but they're WAY closer!" Josh explained.
"Yeah, yeah, good point," David said, nodding a little absently.
"Now, I've got like an hour and a half til I have an appointment, you mind if I nap here or do I need to move?" Josh asked as he shuffled round ready to lie on the sofa.
"Here's fine," David smiled. "Oh, wait!" he quickly added and jumped up. He swapped his laptop for his tablet, intending to finish that week's book club reading, and took a seat on Josh's sofa. "Here," he said, tapping his lap.
Josh beamed delightedly at the gesture and rested his head on the other boy's lap. "Thanks," he said happily as he nestled down to sleep. Opening his eyes a moment later, he looked up at David and stated, "I like the pink hair, by the way. Pink always looks good on you!"
"Maybe we'll do yours the same once it grows back!" David said cheerily.
"I like that plan," Josh said as he closed his eyes and quickly drifted to sleep.
As Mr Rudd walked into the gym, he spotted Danny at the bench press and quietly walked over. "Shouldn't you be at water polo?" he asked as he stood over him.
"Yes," Danny replied, holding the weight up. He tilted his head to the side and smirked as he said, "And if you take about one step closer, I'll be able to see right up your shorts!"
"Very funny," Mr Rudd said dryly.
"Very true," Danny grunted as he finished his set and put the weight back down.
"You should really have a spotter!" Mr Rudd insisted.
"You're welcome to spot me any time you like," Danny said with a wry grin as he sat up, eyeing the teacher up and down.
"Danny, what are you doing here?" Mr Rudd asked with a gentle headshake.
"I feel like if I say, `working out' it won't be the right answer!" Danny said flippantly.
Mr Rudd sighed exasperatedly. "Like I said, you should be at water polo. I know you rarely miss a meeting, plus you usually do your workouts first thing in the morning... and you already did one today!"
"Wow, stalker much?" Danny said, rolling his eyes as he started walking.
"Don't walk away from me, Danny!" Mr Rudd said, reaching out to grab his arm.
"It's the weekend, I'm free to do what I like!" Danny insisted, yanking his arm free.
"Danny," Mr Rudd said disapprovingly.
"What? I'm not scratching," Danny said, waving his injured hand at the man, "And it's not like I'm off causing trouble anywhere. I'm just using the gym, that's all. What's your problem?"
Mr Rudd didn't speak, he just continued to stare knowingly.
"What!?" Danny snapped angrily, glaring at the teacher for several tense seconds. Seeing no anger, only concern in the man's face, Danny's aggression quickly faded as he shrugged and said, "I saw Jack, okay!" referring to the man who looked after all of the `Sons of Kingswood', Josh's legal guardian. "If he's here, that means something's going off with Josh and lately anything that goes off with Josh is bad so... bad stuff is about to happen and there's nothing I can do about it and I don't wanna talk about it, I just wanna work out. Okay?"
Mr Rudd sighed and nodded. "Mmm-huh, Jack IS here and it IS because of Josh," he explained, "But right now there's just as much chance it's really good news as there is of it being bad!"
"Yeah, right," Danny scoffed.
"Seriously," Mr Rudd said, nodding gently.
"Oh," Danny said, slightly deflated. His eyes suddenly narrowed as his head cocked thoughtfully and he looked at the man and said, "Wait, what are YOU doing here? You usually work out during the week while we're all in class!"
"Wow, stalker much?" Mr Rudd threw Danny's words back at him playfully. As Danny chuckled slightly, Mr Rudd took a step closer and stated, "Well, Jack's here and Josh is due some results and there's nothing I can do about it, so I thought I'd try and relax a bit with a workout!"
Danny laughed at the paraphrasing of his own words. "I think we're a lot alike, aren't we?" he chuckled.
"Very much so," Mr Rudd nodded. "And you keep hitting the gym as much as you have been and we'll even look alike," he added, flexing a massive bicep.
"Fuck, don't do that," Danny said squirming a little as he watched the bulging muscle.
"Why not?" Mr Rudd asked with a wry grin, flexing his other arm too. "Is it... doing something for you?"
"Nuh-uh, this isn't right!" Danny moaned weakly. "I tease YOU, not the other way round!" he said as he lowered his hands to poorly conceal the bulge of a swelling erection.
"What did you call this stuff?" Mr Rudd asked. "A `distraction', wasn't it?" he asked as he lowered a hand to lift the front of his tank top, flexing his stomach as he did it.
"Hnnh unnh!" Danny groaned incoherently as he watched the muscular man.
"I think..." Mr Rudd started as he slid a hand up to reveal a pectoral, tweaking the nipple atop it, "... this would be a MUCH better distraction than a workout!"
"The stuff I wanna do to you would BE a workout!" Danny growled.
"Oh my god," Mr Rudd laughed, shaking his head.
"I take it you don't wanna do it here?" Danny asked, looking round the empty gym.
"And I take it, based on past activities, you do," Mr Rudd said with a wry grin. As Danny blushed, Mr Rudd nodded towards the door and said, "Come on, I still have a key to my old office!"
Silently running through the many things the teacher had likely been referring to with his joke, if only to increase his own embarrassment and arousal, Danny followed Mr Rudd out and down the main hallway and into the office. As they got inside, he asked casually, "So is this where you did things with Josh?"
Mr Rudd froze, eyes wide. "I... I... umm... I..."
"He... didn't ever tell you he told me then, eesh, sorry, my bad!" Danny said sheepishly as he took a seat on the sofa.
"What... what... exactly did he tell you?" Mr Rudd asked, visibly anxious as he leaned against his old desk, facing Danny.
"Well, it was around the time you, umm... I guess dumped him would be the best way to put it. He pretty much told me everything up til then," Danny explained.
"Fuck. FUCK!" Mr Rudd growled. "Do you... I mean... who else has he told?"
Danny shrugged and said, "As far as I know, nobody, not even Rob. Actually, especially not Rob. He freaked out about his brother hooking up with an older guy, there's no way he wouldn't freak out if he knew about you and Josh!"
Mr Rudd had a lot of questions, but he remained focus on the more selfish side of it and asked, "You... haven't told anyone else about me and Josh have you?"
"No, not my place. I mean, if it sounded like you were hurting him, I'd be calling the police myself," Danny said bluntly, "But... he loves you and you've been really good for him, so... not really my business!"
"Thanks," Mr Rudd said sheepishly. "Look, about that stuff..."
"You don't owe me an explanation," Danny insisted with a shrug. "Oh, I... HAVE told Chris about me and you doing stuff!"
"What!?" Mr Rudd exclaimed, visibly shaken.
"Relax. I tell him everything, same way he tells me everything. He's doing stuff with a teacher too. We actually compare stories sometimes!" Danny sniggered.
"Oh my god," Mr Rudd said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes tightly for a moment. "I really shouldn't be doing this. Any of it!"
"Yeah, well if we're as alike as you say, then that probably just makes you want to do it more, right?" Danny sniggered.
"This isn't funny, Danny. I'm actually a little freaked out here!" Mr Rudd said seriously.
Danny nodded gently for a moment, then said, "Come here," as he beckoned the man closer. Although he frowned, Mr Rudd complied, so Danny pointed to the spot in front of him and said, "Kneel there!"
"Why?" Mr Rudd asked curiously.
"Just do it!" Danny said firmly.
With a sigh, the teacher once again complied, kneeling so that he was now at eye level with the sitting boy.
Danny casually reached out both arms, resting one on each of his shoulders. "The stuff you did with Josh... your secret's safe with me... and you know Josh would never tell anyone and risk hurting you. The you and me stuff, neither me or Chris is telling anyone else, ever. Honestly... I know what you've done with Josh... and I know what you're about to do with me, and I know technically it's very wrong, but I don't give a flying fuck. You helped Josh. You're helping me. I'm... hopefully... helping you! Fuck everything else. Just try to chill, enjoy and don't worry!"
Mr Rudd remained silent for a moment, taking it in as the boy held his gaze. "I don't... make a habit of... of doing these things with students. Josh was the first... I thought he'd be the last!"
Danny nodded thoughtfully. Seeing Mr Rudd anxious was nothing new since the start of Josh's illness, but seeing him genuinely scared was new. "If it really bothers you," he started softly, "We can go back to just talking, cos... well I still wanna do that! I still need you!" Danny pulled one of his arms back slightly to allow his hand to cup the nape of the man's neck. "But I'm not judging you, if you still wanna do... things," he said, raising his foot slightly to graze Mr Rudd's crotch.
"I do!" Mr Rudd said with a nod. "I know I shouldn't... and I may freak out again some time, but I do!" he admitted.
"Oh, that's fine, I fully intend to freak out many, many more times," Danny said with a wry smirk. "If you can keep talking ME off that ledge, I can do it for you too!" he said, smiling fondly. He quickly frowned as he thought about Josh and said, "I don't know whether that phrase is perfect or inappropriate, but I've said it now."
Mr Rudd laughed at Danny, shaking his head slightly.
"Come on then, I believe we needed that distraction!" Danny said, sliding his foot up the inside of the teacher's thigh again.
"Yes, we did," Mr Rudd smirked as he reached out to take hold of Danny.
"Nuh!" Danny yelped as he reached down to slap both of the man's hands. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he said with deliberate condescension, "For a teacher, you're a REALLY slow learner!" As he got a bemused eyebrow raise in return, he added, "Did I say you could touch me yet?"
"Well technically you never said I couldn't!" Mr Rudd replied playfully.
"Ugh, is this what it's like to be you? Am I that bad?" Danny asked with a wry smile.
"You're worse!" Mr Rudd sniggered. "But fine, if I can't touch YOU, then I guess I'll have to live with you touching me, so... go ahead!" He reached down to grab his gym tank top and peeled it up over his head. Tossing it aside, he flexed both arms and grinned at the whimper it got from Danny.
Panting slightly, Danny reached out to place a hand on each of the bulging biceps. "Oh sweet moses!" he gasped as he felt the firmness, like metal cables pulled taut beneath his skin. "I... I'm... I'm gonna... touch you..." Danny said, his bravado melting away as he leaned in close to the muscled torso. He moved his hands inwards to grasp at the teacher's huge pectorals.
"You okay there, Danny?" Mr Rudd teased. "You look ready to pop!"
Danny nodded as he glanced down. He had gotten so hard, so quickly, that it was actually surprising his cock hadn't simply burst through his shorts. "It's been... an interesting day," he said shakily. He cleared his throat as he shook his head, trying to compose himself as he said, "Stand up!"
Mr Rudd stood and moved into another muscle pose.
"Take... take off your shorts," Danny stuttered as he saw the man flex, "And stop that. It's... really distracting!"
"Yes sir," Mr Rudd sniggered. He pushed down his shorts, leaving him standing in just his boxer briefs, which looked tiny against his bulky frame, especially with his thick, meaty cock straining out the front.
"Looks like I'm not the only one ready to pop. Did you... hold off from cumming again, Max?" Danny asked curiously, emphasising the use of his name.
"What do you think?" Max asked, reaching down to squeeze his cock.
"Fuck," Danny gasped. He reached up and curled his fingers down into each side of the man's underwear and slowly pulled it down, watching excitedly as the erection bent downwards with it, until enough of it was free for it to spring back up, curving up towards the ceiling after slapping against his stomach. Taking hold of it around the root with one hand, he leaned in close and took a breath in. "Oh... ffffuck!" he groaned as he inhaled the manly scent.
Max inched slightly forward, pushing his cock towards Danny, just a little.
Danny smiled a little at the man's eagerness and held off just a little longer, out of petty spite but eventually gave in to his own throbbing desire and opened his mouth to take the hefty meat inside.
"Oh fuck yes," Max gasped, getting a little shaky as he felt the boy's warm mouth engulf his cock, all the way down until his lips met his hand, still grasped around the base.
As Danny sucked, allowing his tongue to explore the shape and girth of the penis, he allowed his other hand to slide up the teacher's inner thigh, feeling it tremble as he caressed it until he felt the warm clamminess of the heavy scrotum touch the back of his fingers. Turning his hand to cup the ample testes, he kneaded them ever-so-gently as his other hand slid back and forth along with his mouth, sucking and wanking the sizeable tool.
As Max stood being pleasured by the boy, staring down at his golden blonde hair, he saw him suddenly glance up. The blue of his eyes seemed to shine, twinkling almost angelically, which seemed rather amusing with the massive cock disappearing between his lips. "You are such a beautiful boy, Danny," he exclaimed almost in disbelief of the radiant creature pleasuring him.
Danny pulled away and frowned as he said, "I'm a cock slut. That's all. Don't call me beautiful!" He lunged back forward to resume his previous position.
Max was more than a little surprised at the reaction to his comment, but it was hard to give it too much thought as he felt his 4-day load building up, eager for release.
"Danny, I'm getting close!" Max gasped as he felt himself speeding towards a climax.
Danny pulled back a little and demanded, "Cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you!"
"Fuck!" Max grunted, the comment enough to take him over the edge. Grabbing Danny's shoulders to steady himself, he began to shoot into the boy's mouth. He felt the young tongue slide back and forth across the head of his prick between each spurt, like he didn't want to miss a single drop. As he neared the conclusion of his ejaculation, the swiping tongue began to get a little too much and he had to pull back from it a little.
Grinning contentedly, Danny looked up at the man as he stood panting heavily. He slowly stood, as Max took a step back to make room for him. Staring the man dead in the eye he reached out to slide his arms around him, pulled their bodies together and growled, "One day soon... I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Fuck, I think I'm okay with that!" Max chuckled.
Danny smiled, then leaned forward to rest his cheek against the man's stomach, reaching round to grasp at both buttocks at the same time. He let out a happy groan at the feeling, but sighed gently and asked, "Do you really think it's gonna be good news?"
"I do," Max said softly, placing a hand on the back of Danny's head.
Some people had questioned how wise it was to have a bonfire at Kingswood, considering the last fire on school grounds had been the result of a gas explosion that nearly destroyed the Home Building, but the bonfire had gone ahead anyway. The students were all in high spirits as the large fire blazed, all gathered round eating the usual bonfire night food that the school's kitchen staff had prepared.
The teachers were having a decidedly less fun time, keeping a constant eye out for anyone taking so much as a single step beyond the markers around the large pyre. Some of the students had even caught onto it and were openly teasing the faculty with threats of sticking a toe over the line.
All around the massive crowd of boys, friends and couples and throuples stood enjoying the evening. Chris stood behind Danny, arms wrapped around him insisting he was keeping his boyfriend warm, when really it was just an excuse to cuddle. James and David were stood together, holding hands as James recited facts about Bonfire Night to anyone who would listen. Luke and Jazz stood close by, knowing that when Rob eventually joined the group that was where he would go, eager to enjoy the show with their boyfriend.
Mikey had taken hold of Nicky, standing in front of the much taller boy with Nicky's arms pulled around his shoulders as he allowed Nicky to rest his chin on the top of his head, looking like a scarf-wrapped, teenage-boy totem pole.
With the last of the food demolished by the eternally-hungry students, it was almost time to begin the show.
"I know they advertised it as a fireworks show, but it actually isn't!" James explained.
"No, it's actually an easter egg hunt. Admin error!" Nicky stated with a wry grin as James rolled his eyes and everyone else chuckled.
"Ha ha, very funny!" James said dryly. "What I mean is, they're not using actual fireworks."
"Which is a very good thing!" David interjected, "The noise from fireworks really scares the animals!"
"Aww, it's nice that they're thinking of you," Danny joked, reaching up to stroke Chris' cheek as he sniggered.
"We're surrounded by woods. There's loads of wildlife," David explained, "And just cos we don't see them doesn't mean we don't need to look after them!"
"That's really sweet," Mark said with a smile. "At King Edwards they'd probably make them extra loud just to cause more harm. Well, I mean... if they ever did stuff like this... which they wouldn't... cos they're dicks!"
"Yeah, at Fothergill they stopped using fireworks years back," Jazz said, thinking about his old school. "But I think it was for financial reasons or maybe safety, not to be nice to fuzzy woodland creatures!" he giggled playfully.
"Ha, that's cute!" Gray suddenly interjected.
"Jesus!" Nicky suddenly yelped, jumping away slightly from Gray's sudden appearance. "Where did you come from?" he demanded as Gray smirked at his surprise.
"Watch it!" Mikey scowled as Nicky's jump launched him forward a little.
"Sorry," Gray smirked, sounding utterly insincere. "Wait, so this is a fireworks display without fireworks? Sounds kinda sucky!" he said with a confused shrug.
"They're using drones!" James jumped back in, glad to be back to his original point. "They use swarms of drones with coloured lights to make different images in the sky that can move and stuff. It's really cool!"
David eagerly jumped in, "Yeah, the technology they use is..."
"No, shh, shh..." Mark said, reaching out to place a finger to David's lips. "Don't spoil the magic," he paused to give a wry grin to the rest of the group as he added, "By which I mean, it's boring!"
"Aww, I don't think it's boring!" James said sympathetically, putting an arm around David.
"We know you don't, and that's why you two are perfect together!" Nicky said sincerely. "Now you two talk about that, we'll be over here talking about... literally anything else!"
"We could talk about Josh!" Danny suggested.
"Sure, cos we don't do that enough already," Mikey said with a smirk as he got back into position with Nicky.
"I just meant cos he's coming over!" Danny said, slightly anxiously.
They all glanced round and saw Josh slowly walking over, accompanied by Rob and wrapped up in so many layers it was almost comedic.
As the two boys got close, they were greeted eagerly by their dormmates and everyone else nearby, all excited to see Josh out and about. Once the excitable greetings died down a little, Rob asked, "How long til the fireworks?"
"Oh, they're not fireworks, they're drones!" Nicky said coyly, getting a few sniggers.
Rob's face lit up as he started, "Drones? Cool. The technology they use to control those shows..."
"Oh god, he's one of them!" Mark interrupted. "Go join those two!" he said, pointing to James and David.
As Rob just looked slightly confused, Danny leaned in and said, "To answer your actual question, we've still got a little while til the show starts!"
"Good!" Josh said as he looked round at the group, "Because I have some news so share!"
There was a sudden eerie hush as everyone nearby moved in a little closer.
"Hi," Rob whispered, offering a peck on the cheek to his boyfriends as they appeared at either side of him, having been nudged away from Josh by Mark and Mikey.
"So, they did my tests again, after my latest chemo," Josh explained. "The umm... well the aim of this stage..." he paused and glanced at David who was clinging tightly to James and said, "Actually, you explain it!"
Everyone looked round at David, who blushed a little but appreciated the offer from Josh to use the research he had done. "Well, the first stage of treatment in AML is what they call induction. The idea of it is REALLY intensive treatment to kill as many of the leukaemia cells in his blood as possible. The aim of that is to put him into remission, which would mean no leukaemia cells could be seen under a microscope in his sample. He had his first cycle and he wasn't there yet, so that's why he had to have this second lot."
James beamed proudly at his boyfriend's knowledge, squeezing him gently as he finished. Everyone else turned back to face Josh.
"So I got my results back and..." Josh paused, choking up just a little, "Guys, I'm... officially in remission!"
The group gathered around them burst into cheers and applause. Though they had no idea of the cause of it, all the other students quickly copied and joined in, a ripple of unknown cheers spreading through the crowd.
"Wait, so does this mean you're cured?" Mikey asked excitedly.
"Hmm, not quite," Josh said, shaking his head a little. "Umm... now I... umm, what was it?" he asked, looking at Rob.
Rob grinned and replied, "Well why don't we go back to the medical expert!"
All eyes returned to David, who wasted no time in eagerly resuming. "Okay, so... yeah, that's awesome," he started giddily, "But now we begin the phase they call consolidation. Basically, the idea now is to kill off anything that remains of the leukaemia and make sure Josh STAYS in remission. I'm guessing they have more tests they want to do to figure the best plan, right?" He got a nod from both Rob and Josh. "Yeah, but either way it'll involve several more cycles of treatment, each one lasting about a month, with like a week of chemo and three weeks of recovery!"
"Months!?" Mikey exclaimed in surprise.
"I said I was gonna beat it, I never said I was gonna beat it quickly!" Josh sniggered, getting a wave of chuckles. "And sorry guys, it does mean you may get a few more days or weeks of cranky Josh!"
"Hey," Danny quickly jumped in, "I will take a hundred days of cranky Josh so long as it means we get to still have year eleven Josh!" It earned a round of cheers and agreements.
"Thanks," Josh said contentedly.
"So what do we do now?" Mark asked thoughtfully.
"Now..." Josh said with a nod, tightening the arm he had looped though Mark's, "Now, we stand here, we enjoy the not-a-fireworks-show show... and we fucking celebrate!" It earned another cheer, just in time for the spectacular drone show to begin.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. New chapters will post weekly, so be back same time next week for more!
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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://new.nifty.org/stories/tales-from-kingswood-05107/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://new.nifty.org/stories/half-term-at-kingswood-02038/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-eight-72284/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-very-kingswood-easter-59761/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-effect-64914/
Chris and Danny's Super Sexy Summer (Book 3 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/chris-and-dannys-super-sexy-summer-98673/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://new.nifty.org/stories/benny-takes-control-42615/
The Dangers of Desire – https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-dangers-of-desire-57149/
Benny's House – https://new.nifty.org/stories/bennys-house-65127/
Other Series
Possession – https://new.nifty.org/stories/possession-25306/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://new.nifty.org/stories/phils-naked-adventures-02988/
The Humiliation Games - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-humiliation-games-31885/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://new.nifty.org/stories/jakes-exposure-73714/
Becoming an Internet Master – https://new.nifty.org/stories/becoming-an-internet-master-13630/
Brian's Big Mistake – https://new.nifty.org/stories/brians-big-mistake-31378/
And Then It Got Worse – https://new.nifty.org/stories/and-then-it-got-worse-05003/
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://new.nifty.org/stories/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden-35531/