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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 19
Thursday 08 December 2022
"This fucking sucks," Danny huffed as he walked along beside Mr Rudd. "I get one fucking free period a week and I have to waste it doing this shit!" hew complained bitterly to the teacher.
"Danny, you know I'm willing to cut you a lot of slack, but I will NOT tolerate that kind of language. Mind your mouth!" Mr Rudd said sternly as he held the front door of the Home Building for Danny to walk in.
Danny scowled but didn't reply. Instead, he just huffed again as he headed for the corridor to Dr Arkwright's office. As they got nearer, he stopped. As Mr Rudd stopped too and looked back at him, he sighed, "Do I really have to do this?"
"You really do!" Mr Rudd insisted, placing a hand on Danny's shoulder. "And I know you're not happy to be `wasting' a free period, but you're the one who insisted you wanted to do this without anyone else knowing!"
"Yeah, I just thought that meant I'd get to skip classes or something," Danny pouted.
Mr Rudd smirked a little, but it quickly dropped as he started, "Danny, listen, I know you don't want to be here, but..."
"I know, I know," Danny interjected, "I'm fucked up and I need to sort it out. I know! You don't need to keep reminding me!" He sighed as he added, "And sorry for swearing again!"
Mr Rudd just nodded as he moved his hand from Danny's shoulder to his back to continue urging him down the corridor.
As they reached the end of the hallway and Mr Rudd knocked on Dr Arkwright's door, Danny looked at the door opposite. It led to the area that had been converted into Josh's medical facility. Before he had too much of a chance to dwell on his ill friend, the other door opened and Dr Arkwright appeared.
"He's all yours, doc," Mr Rudd said, giving Danny a gentle shove towards the other man.
Danny staggered forward past the Doctor and inside the room, but glared back at Mr Rudd as he regained his balance. He wanted to be angry, but the smile and wink he got from Mr Rudd deflated the annoyance so he just gave a meek smile back and continued in as Dr Arkwright shut the door. Danny knew the drill by now. He followed the doctor past the treatment/examination room and into another door, entering a small office. On one side was a desk with a chair and an open laptop, on the other was a small cluster of comfortable seats, though two had clearly been arranged for them. Danny sat down in one as Dr Arkwright sat in the other, the two of them roughly facing each other, but not directly.
"So how are you today, Danny?" Dr Arkwright asked softly.
Danny shrugged. When no further response came from the doctor, he rolled his eyes a little and said, "I'm fine."
"That's good," the doctor said with a gentle nod. "So why don't you tell me why you're here today, Danny."
"Because you and Mr Rudd told me I have to be!" Danny said petulantly. Once again he got no response from the man beside him, so he sighed heavily and said, "Because Mr Rudd... thinks I'm stressed!"
"Mmm-huh," Dr Arkwright hummed thoughtfully, "And what do YOU think?"
"I think everyone's stressed!" Danny replied with a dismissive shrug.
Dr Arkwright smirked slightly and nodded gently, "You're actually not wrong there, Danny. Stress is a normal part of everyday life, everybody feels stress to some degree and that's good. Stress is actually quite important, but it becomes problematic when somebody has more stress than they're equipped to handle."
As the Doctor fell silent, Danny held for a moment, then looked round at him, wondering if he was supposed to be saying something. Rather than respond, he thought about what the man had said and nodded his understanding.
"One way some people look at stress is like a bucket," Dr Arkwright explained.
"A bucket!?" Danny scoffed incredulously.
"Trust me, it makes sense," Dr Arkwright answered with a gentle chuckle. "You think of your mind like a bucket with a little hole in the bottom, and stress is like the water that's filling the bucket up. Now the tools we have, the... the coping mechanisms and support and mental resilience we have, that determines the size of the hole. If it's big enough, then the water that goes in, flows right back out the bottom in a healthy way."
Danny frowned at the analogy.
"But when the hole isn't quite big enough, well... the bucket starts to fill up and if that keeps happening, then eventually it... overflows!" Dr Arkwright continued. "Does that make sense?"
"I guess so," Danny nodded.
"So based on some of the things Mr Rudd has talked to me about, it certainly sounds to me like your... well, like your bucket is quite full up," Dr Arkwright suggested gently, "What do you think about that?"
"I think Mr Rudd talks too much," Danny muttered grumpily. Once again, he was met with silence which lingered heavily between them until he said, "Okay, yes, I... I guess my... bucket is quite full!" He blushed a little and added defensively, "But whose isn't!?"
"It's okay, Danny, it's not a criticism. There's no shame in struggling and certainly none in getting help when you are!" Dr Arkwright assured Danny with a gentle head bob. "So Danny, would it be fair to say... you've been struggling?"
Danny's eyes were fixed down on his hands. He contemplated the question and knew how he wanted to answer, but his words refused to comply. Staring down into the palm of his hand, at the fading remnants of the wound he had unintentionally inflicted by scratching, he pressed together tightly. Glancing at the doctor, his eyes began to water as he nodded.
"Okay," Dr Arkwright said softly, "Then let's start figuring out together how we deal with that, shall we?"
Danny nodded again, still tearful but now with a hint of a smile.
"Come on, you can get this," David stated, though his exasperated tone certainly seemed to suggest otherwise. He was sitting in the Study Zone with James, Chris and a few of the others and, having finished his own homework, had now turned his attention to helping Chris.
Chris simply shrugged and shook his head.
"Okay, okay, let's take this back a step," David said as he heard James smirking beside him. "What's the endocrine system?" he asked curtly.
"Isn't that where Luke Skywalker learned magic from Gandalf?" Chris replied with a shrug.
"That's the... there's... so many... UGH!" David stuttered, too frustrated to form a coherent sentence.
"Hey, don't break my boyfriend!" James said, grabbing hold of David. "You've got your own one to break!" he said, gesturing to Danny.
"Huh?" Danny grunted, looking round from his work.
"Nothing dear, go back to sleep," Chris sniggered, patting Danny's back. He looked to David and said, "Sorry, I know I shouldn't tease you about Star Trek stuff!"
"That's still wrong!" David snapped, although even James laughed at the comment.
"Maybe we should just quit. This science shit is too hard!" Chris grumbled.
James scoffed as he replied, "It's single award science, it's literally the easiest one. Anyone could do it!"
"Can you play the piano?" Chris asked curiously.
"No, why?" James asked in return, frowning at the apparent non-sequitur.
"Well it's literally the easiest instrument. Anyone could do it!" Chris said pointedly. "Oh wait, no they couldn't. Something's only easy if you know it, dickwad!"
"Huh!" James said, nodding thoughtfully. As he got a curious look from David, he continued, "I'm wrong about something and Chris is right. This... has never happened before!" He looked absolutely bewildered.
"Oh great, now you're breaking MY boyfriend," David sniggered.
Chris shrugged as he gave a wry grin and replied, "Hey, makes a change from you breaking each other!"
James and David both blushed.
"Ha!" Mark cackled from nearby, having been listening in rather than doing his homework.
Chris grinned at the laugh and asked, "What position was it you caught them in?"
"It'd be rude of me to share," Mark said with a solemn nod.
"Thank you," David said gratefully.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean I won't share it, I just wanted to acknowledge it's rude," Mark grinned, "Somehow, they were both upside down. Fuck knows where James' legs were going!"
Chris cackled loudly, but it drew a disapproving look from the teacher on duty so he lowered his voice and cackled more quietly. "I saw them doing one that looked more like a form of torture," he sniggered, getting a mixture of angry looks and blushes from James and David. "I swear, it was like something out of that sex book, the kamala satsuma!"
"It's the kama sutra you..." David started to correct him, then just blushed more as he realised what it implied. The others all continued to laugh at the couple's embarrassment.
"Hey, shut up," Danny snapped.
Chris raised his eyebrows and said back, "Oh, didn't realise you took your..." he paused to lean over and look at the tablet in front of Danny, "... football magazine homework so seriously!" he grinned at his boyfriend as the others continued sniggering.
"Very funny, but you don't need to be a dick to someone just to get a laugh!" Danny snapped.
"Hey, it's okay, they're just kidding, we don't mind!" David insisted. As he heard James clear his throat, he rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, I don't mind! James might!"
"Whatever," Danny huffed as he turned off his tablet and stood up. "I'm going for a shower before dinner!" he said as he walked away.
The others exchanged sullen looks for a moment before David said, "I didn't mean to upset him!"
"I don't think that was about you," Chris sighed. Sensing how much the moment had brought down the energy of the group, he looked back and forth between James and David and said, "You know, some of those Karen Supra positions require three people. I'm always happy to lend a hand... or other parts!"
As James and David exchanged intrigued looks, Mark leaned in and said, "I thought it was kamala satsuma!"
"That's what I said," Chris sniggered, smiling despite the concerned glance he was shooting off in the direction Danny had just gone.
The living room in Josh's medical facility was filled with the buzz of low chatter as its six occupants sat waiting impatiently. Josh had been joined, at his request, by both Rob and Mark who sat either side of him. Across the room, Josh's legal guardian, Jack, was sat talking quietly to Dr Arkwright and Mr Rudd. They were all eagerly anticipating the arrival of Dr Julius, Josh's primary physician for his cancer treatment.
The room fell instantly to an almost eerie hush as they saw Dr Julius walk in. "Evening everyone," he said politely, shooting Josh a particularly broad smile. He got a few murmured greetings in response. "Okay, well, clearly you're all very eager to find out what's going on. Josh, I assume you're okay with everyone who's here?"
"Yeah, they're all good," Josh nodded. "So let's hear it doc, how long have I got? Give it to me straight!" he joked a little awkwardly.
Dr Julius chuckled and shook his head as he said, "If I have anything to say about it, several more decades!"
"Screw that, I'm gonna live forever!" Josh said confidently.
"I'm gonna learn how to fly!" Jack chimed in, grinning. As everyone looked round at him with a mixture of frowns and confusion, he mumbled, "Fame! Nobody? Ugh, I feel so old!"
"Don't worry, I got it," Mr Rudd said, leaning over to slap Jack on the back.
"Anyway," Dr Julius said, appreciating the slight levity in the room, "As you know, Josh's recent infection put back our treatment plan by a couple of weeks, but now he's past that we've been able to carry out all the necessary tests to look at the genetic profile of his AML. The reason we do that is to determine the likelihood of it coming back!"
Everyone was now staring intently at the doctor.
"Okay, so putting it as simply as I can, Josh," Dr Julius said, directing the information straight to his patient now, "Yours does seem to be a particularly aggressive kind, which, paired with your own genetic profile, does put you at very high risk of it coming back!"
Everyone in the room recoiled a little at the news, exchanging nervous glances.
"But," Dr Julius quickly interjected before anyone could respond too readily, "That isn't necessarily the awful news it sounds like. The induction therapy DID work and you're in a good place now, this simply means your consolidation treatment will involve a couple more steps!"
"More chemo?" Josh asked with a sigh.
"Actually, the chemotherapy would be going ahead either way, though this does mean maybe some slight alterations to the medications and doses," Dr Julius explained. "The main difference, however, is that now we would recommend a stem cell transplant towards the end of your treatment."
"What's that?" Mark asked curiously.
"It's when they..." Josh started, but realised the doctor was about to answer.
"No, go ahead," Dr Julius smiled. He was eager to encourage Josh's understanding of what was ahead and this was a good way to gauge his grasp on the matter.
"So basically they take these things called stem cells from a donor," Josh started, looking to Mark, "And then they stick them into me and they help my immune system and bone marrow get better and help me make new blood that isn't all cancery!" He looked back to Dr Julius hopefully.
"I'm not sure cancery is a word," the doctor chuckled, "But yes, that's basically it. Someone's clearly been doing their homework!"
"One of my friends is really into research!" Josh smiled.
"David?" Mark asked with a snigger, getting a nod in return.
"Okay, so... that's the plan then, is it?" Josh asked. "Chemo, then recovery time. Repeat until done, then shove some stem cells in me and that's it?"
The whole room started laughing at the painfully succinct summary as Josh smiled at the sound.
"Effectively yes," Dr Julius nodded, "Wow, you don't even need me here. I should just let you take over!" he said playfully.
"Yeah, this doctoring stuff's easy. I swear you guys just make it look hard so they pay you more!" Josh joked.
"Damn, you're onto us," Dr Arkwright smirked.
"I know right, we'll need to find a way to silence him!" Dr Julius said with a playful nod.
"Yeah, good luck with that," Rob scoffed, "I've been trying to do that for years!"
There was more laughter before Dr Julius sighed gently and said, "There is just one more part we need to discuss." As everyone fell quiet again, he continued, "In order to have a stem cell transplant, we're going to need a donor."
"I'll do it!" Rob blurted out instantly.
"And me!" Mark joined in.
Dr Julius smiled at the two volunteers and said, "Sorry lads, that's very kind of you, but donors are required to be over eighteen. They also need to be a match for Josh and testing has shown Josh is a fairly rare type which MAY make matching a donor quite difficult, especially considering we only want the very closest match possible due to the voracity of Josh's AML." He allowed a moment for the information to settle in, then continued, "The very best chance of getting a good match would be a family member. Brothers and sisters have a one in four chance of..."
"NO!" Josh snapped.
"Sorry?" Dr Julius said, a little confused by the abruptness.
"Umm, family donation would not be... feasible in Josh's case!" Dr Arkwright explained. "We should focus our search elsewhere!"
"Okay, okay, noted," Dr Julius said, frowning a little. "Well, we can come back to this another time. For now, the plan is to get you started on the next round of chemo as soon as possible."
"Am I gonna be having chemo over Christmas?" Josh asked sadly.
"No," Dr Julius answered, shaking his head. "If we get you started in the next couple of days, you should be a couple of weeks into your next recovery period by Christmas."
"Yay, I'll be well enough to... sit here on my own getting bored. Great," Josh said a little glumly.
Mark and Rob exchanged brief glances, smiling slightly, though they remained silent.
Mikey casually strolled down the stairs towards the Underground, shooting occasional side-eye at David.
<<He's dumping you. I'd put money on it! Well, he's not your boyfriend, so not DUMPING dumping you, but more like BUSINESS dumping you!>>
<<I wish I could dump you! You suck!>>
"So... where are we going?" Mikey asked curiously.
"The salon!" David replied, flashing a brief smile.
<<It's in the Underground, so he can talk about Underground stuff like the lottery, but it's public enough that he think you won't make a show of it. Totally dumping you!>>
"Umm... why?" Mikey asked nervously.
David went to answer, but paused, frowning and blushing at the same time. "It's... a bit awkward to explain!" he said shyly.
<<Yeah, cos he doesn't want to break the news to you here! He's going into business without you. He does all the work anyway!>>
"Try!" Mikey said with a slight scowl.
"Well, it's just... back in year eight we only hung out to do stuff for your video business, and last year it was usually just tech stuff for your Sunday night games," David explained shyly, "And so far this year, it's always been about the lottery!"
<<See. Work stuff. Ya dumped.>>
<<Wait, where does `dumped' come from for this? Did they used to actually put people in the dump? Maybe they just stuck people they didn't like in a recycling bin!>>
<<Did people used to recycle? When did recycling get invented?>>
Realising he had gone silent, Mikey nodded and said, "Umm... yeah?"
"Well we've been friends for, like, three years and outside of group stuff or business things, what have you and I ever done together?" David asked.
<<Ugh, you're not just dumped, you're a bad friend! Disgusting! Throw yourself down the rest of the stairs as punishment!>>
"NO!" Mikey snapped. As David looked at him in slight confusion, he quickly said, "I mean... no idea. Umm, nothing I suppose."
"Exactly!" David nodded. The realisation had come to him when he started looking into the strange behaviour he had observed in Mikey from his secret recordings. As curious as he was to get to the bottom of it, he really had just felt bad for not really spending any time with someone he considered a friend. David thought for a moment and said, "Like, I know we both go to debate club and do cooking, but... then I'm usually with James."
<<Huh, he WANTS to spend time with you. I always knew he was a freak!>>
"Oh, I thought..." Mikey started, but paused, not wanting to share what he had thought was happening. Instead he smiled and said, "That's nice. I like that!"
"Now I'm going to get waxed cos, well you know me... body hair, eww, but I figured you could come along and get, like, a massage or... or get your nails done or whatever. They really do everything. And it's my treat!"
<<Ugh, you're being nice to each other. SNOOOZE!>>
<<I know right. What happened to you guys? Where's the drama? Maybe you can convince him to go to the roof!>>
Mikey winced slightly, then shook his head and smirked, "You know I'm loaded, right?"
"It's not about the money, it's just... a gesture!" David nodded. "And besides, thanks to the lottery, we're BOTH loaded. Your idea to set everyone up for recurring payments was genius!"
"Hey, you made the system," Mikey said with an eager nod and smile.
"True, but you're the ideas guy!" David insisted. "You really have acute business acumen!"
"Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself!" Mikey replied confidently.
David thought for a moment, genuinely unsure whether Mikey was being deliberately or accidentally funny, but laughed anyway.
"So what's getting waxed like?" Mikey asked curiously.
<<NEWS ALERT. We have declared a state of emergency. A `new fetish' warning is in effect. Please remain calm!>>
"Umm, it's..." David started, unsure how to answer. "Well it's a bit embarrassing at first, having a relative stranger playing around with your bits, and I guess it stings a bit at first, but that doesn't last long and then you're just smooth, which feels great!"
`D'ya think... umm... would I be able to get it done too?" Mikey asked a little awkwardly.
"Sure. You don't have to do it just because I am!" David reassured him as they neared the salon.
"No, I... I like trying new stuff," Mikey said with a nod.
<<Stay tuned for further updates as this story develops. Back to you, Janice!>>
"So is this... good news or bad?" Danny asked curiously, having just been filled in on Josh's latest news by Rob. He was currently sitting cuddled up to Chris on a sofa in their dorm's living area as Rob explained everything.
Rob frowned a little and said, "I'm not really sure. I don't think it's good news OR bad news, it's just... news!"
"Hmm, well not really. Not knowing what's happening sucks balls. That was the worst part when you were away," Chris said casually, nudging Danny, "But now we know the full diagnosis and the full plan. That's good!"
Danny smiled as he nuzzled closer to Chris, feeling slightly better for his boyfriend's optimism. "He's got a point," Danny nodded.
"Well even a broken clock's right twice a day," Rob said, nodding too. "Well, unless it's digital, then it's probably just wrong all day every day!"
"Yeah, that's the positive spirit we need," Chris said with a smirk.
"Sarcasm? You've spent way too much time with Nicky!" Rob said, getting a laugh from the other two.
There was a sudden click sound of a photograph being taken, followed a moment later by, "Did I hear my name?" Nicky strolled in, accompanied by Gray, both holding their cameras. "Ooh, that's a cute pic!" he said, showing Gray his camera screen.
"Noice!" Gray said, high-fiving Nicky.
"Oh, Rob, so... what's the news? Good or bad?" Nicky asked as he casually sat on the back of one of the sofas.
Rob, Danny and Chris all laughed at the question, confusing Nicky slightly.
"I'll catch him up if you like. I wanna talk band stuff anyway!" Chris said as he jumped up.
"Oh, you wanna hear more of my ideas for you to ignore?" Nicky asked, his tone positively acidic.
The room fell awkwardly silent.
"Just... kidding," Nicky said, though he really wasn't. "Come on, let's go talk!" he said, gesturing for Chris to follow him and Gray back out.
"What was that about?" Rob asked as he watched them leave.
"I... don't know," Danny answered, feeling a little guilty for not knowing. It felt like something he should be fully aware of. Was it something he'd missed thanks to his own ongoing low mood, or was Chris just not talking to him? Was Chris feeling he COULDN'T talk to him BECAUSE of his mood?
"Oh well, I'm sure we'll find out eventually," Rob shrugged. "Guess I have bigger things to worry about!"
Danny winced a little. If the Josh stuff was affecting him so badly, he could scarcely imagine how Rob was feeling. Was this another friendship he was neglecting? "How... how are you doing, anyway?" he asked a little awkwardly.
Rob frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded to the empty space Chris had just vacated and asked, "May I?"
Danny gave a sincere smile and nodded as he held out his arm. Rob stood up and stepped across to sit beside him cuddling up against him.
"Mmm, I miss our hangouts!" Rob sighed as he felt the familiar comfort.
"Me too," Danny replied honestly. "But back to my question..."
"I'm fine!" Rob nodded. "Don't look at me like that," he quickly added, not even needing to look up at Danny to know the reaction the comment had gotten. "Obviously I'm not FINE. I'm gonna be worrying about Josh til the day he gets the all-clear and then probably still worrying after that because, well that's what I do with Josh."
"Ah, you know your place," Danny chuckled.
"Yeah," Rob chuckled along with him, "But aside from that, I'm really fine, well... mostly."
Danny cocked his head curiously, wondering if Rob was going to elaborate on the `mostly' part.
"But how are you?" Rob asked, sitting up to look round at Danny. "You've seemed... quiet lately!"
"I'm fine!" Danny replied on sheer instinct, then smirked as he realised he'd said exactly what he had just doubted when Rob said it. As Rob smirked Danny sighed his acceptance at needing to talk and said, "Same as you I suppose. Worried but fine other than that!" It was a blatant lie, but hopefully Rob was too distracted to pick up on it.
"Hmm, okay then," Rob said as he nuzzled back down against Danny. His hand dropped slightly and ended up in Danny's crotch where he left it as he said, "I, umm... I guess I miss our hangouts for more than just the talking!"
Danny pulled away, dramatically raised a hand to his chest and gasped as he said, "Robert Wilson. Are you... hitting on me?"
Rob snorted with laughter as he shook his head in amusement and said, "Well I'm suggesting we go take our clothes off and touch each other until we both cum, so... yeah, kinda! Is that a problem?"
Danny felt a momentary twinge of resistance as he heard the teasing voices of his peers in his mind, taunting his sluttiness, but quickly dismissed them. He knew he would never get anything like that from Rob. "No, not a problem at all," he said with a smirk. "Your place or mine?" he asked, gesturing to the two doors.
"Mine. Less chance of interruption," Rob said as he jumped to his feet and grabbed Danny's hand to pull him up.
"Oh, you want me all to yourself? I'm honoured!" Danny teased as he allowed himself to be pulled into dorm 2.02.
"Shut up and get naked!" Rob said as he closed the door behind them. As he turned back, he saw Danny already had his shirt off. He stopped and stared for a moment before he declared, "Jesus, you're freakin' ripped!"
Danny chuckled a little awkwardly as he looked down at his torso. For weeks now he had been hitting the gym extra hard – too hard according to Mr Rudd – but he had not really stopped to look at the results. While he had not bulked up, still looking positively slim compared to Rob's chunky rugby-player build, every muscle was bulging and impeccably defined. "Thanks," he said, not wanting to dwell on it. "Ooh, new hair!" he declared, glad of the subject change as he saw Rob pull his t-shirt off, momentarily revealing a fuzzy armpit.
"Oh, yeah," Rob said a little awkwardly as he raised his arm briefly. "I guess it... really has been a while, hasn't it!"
"Yeah," Danny said as he stepped closer and started undoing Rob's jeans, their stomachs almost touching. "We should... definitely make sure we start hanging out again!"
"I'd like that," Rob said as he stood letting Danny strip him.
"Yeah, I can tell!" Danny sniggered as he pushed Rob's jeans down and grabbed the bulge of an erection through his underwear.
Rob just chuckled briefly before returning the favour and pushing Danny's sweatpants down, though he managed to pull Danny's underwear at the same time, letting his erection spring free. "Oh, hey, I remember you!" Rob joked.
"Shut up and suck it!" Danny giggled.
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Rob asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm, good point," Danny frowned, reaching out to yank Rob's boxers down. "We should both do it!"
"You really have a beautiful mind," Rob said with a wry grin before casting his eye down for a moment and adding, "And your dick ain't half bad either!"
Quickly pulling the rest of their clothes off, the two boys tumbled onto Rob's bed, lying opposite ways round as they each took a dick into their mouths.
Danny contentedly allowed himself to get lost in the moment. To say his session earlier with Dr Arkwright had been distressing was an understatement. Resistant as he had been to even go, when he finally got in there he had hoped that he would be able to walk out unburdened, cured and completely back to his old self. The fact he had come out feeling just as bad, but simply more conscious of just how bad he felt had been utterly disheartening. This was exactly what he needed. Something he enjoyed with someone he loved without any fear of comment or judgment or disdain.
As Rob sucked away on Danny's dick, enjoying the old feeling of closeness, he found himself thinking about his boyfriends. He loved Luke and he loved Jazz. He also loved Luke and Jazz. It always felt like an important distinction for him to make. He loved them separately every bit as much as he loved them together. He also loved the boy currently sucking on his dick. Josh was, and always would be, his closest friend. Luke and Jazz were best friends in a different way, thanks to the intimacy of their relationship. Danny, however, that was yet another kind of friendship, a closeness he didn't quite get from any of the others in the dorm and it was a feeling he cherished. The sixty-nine was a welcome reminder of how it felt.
Neither boy seemed to be in any rush to either cum or make their partner ejaculate, pleasuring each other slowly, in ways that only two people who know each other so intimately could. As they sucked and licked at each other's dicks and balls, their hands roaming each other, teasing and touching the spots they knew the other loved.
Eventually, Danny pulled the penis from his mouth and asked softly, "Hey, could we... make out while we cum?"
Rob released Danny's dick and raised his head to look at him. He smiled and quickly shuffled round so they were both lying the same way round, face-to-face. He didn't answer the question aloud, he simply leaned in to start the kiss. It was gentle and delicate, even as they began to tug on each other's boners, a comfortable embrace that they both knew was simply a celebration of their return to old habits.
Pleasured moans began echoing back and forth between their open mouths as first one and then the other began to ejaculate, covering their hands and dicks and stomachs in their joint load until both grew too sensitive and had to stop.
When the kissing finally ceased, they cuddled together silently for a minute before Danny sighed, "You have no idea how much I needed that!"
"Fuck. Me too," Rob agreed.
Neither boy was really starved of sexual action. Danny had Chris (and sometimes Mikey and Nicky too) while Rob had Luke and Jazz. Although it had culminated in ejaculation, it was the emotional release rather than the physical one that both boys seemed to revel in.
"Come on then," Danny asked, casually swirling his finger through the gooey residue on Rob's stomach. "Before, you said you were `mostly' fine. Wanna share now?"
Rob let out a frustrated moan, shaking his head as he said, "Milo!"
Danny frowned a little and asked, "Have you two still not made up?"
"No," Rob pouted.
"I... I don't wanna fall out again," Danny said cautiously, "But I still... don't really get what the problem was. Okay, so... he had sex with... with whatshisface!"
"Ivan!" Rob stated, referring to his former schoolmate he had caught Milo fucking back at half-term.
"Yeah, him!" Danny stated. "Is it about him? Are you into Ivan and this is like a... a... `he stole my man' kind thing?" Danny asked, still bewildered.
"No! Ivan's just a mate!" Rob insisted.
"Then what?" Danny demanded. "What's the problem? It sounds like Milo was there willingly. Fuck, it sounds like he was having a fucking great time... literally... until you... did what you did!"
Rob just frowned angrily at the comment.
"So what's the freakin' problem?" Danny demanded. "He has sex with Ivan, he has sex with some of his dormmates, what's the big deal?"
"I don't want him to be a slut!" Rob snapped. "My little brother is NOT a slut!"
Danny recoiled at the reaction, pulling away from Rob. "What did..." he started, feeling anger bubbling up. "What did you say?"
"No, Danny," Rob said, sitting up defensively. "I just... I meant..."
"Oh, I know what you meant!" Danny snapped as he jumped off the bed and grabbed his t-shirt. As he pulled it on, he continued, "Putting aside the fact you just sixty-nined a guy who wasn't EITHER of your boyfriends, you fucking hypocrite..." he grabbed his sweatpants and started pulling them on, "We always say that `slut' isn't an insult here, but to you it clearly fucking is!"
"Come on, I didn't mean it like that!" Rob argued. "I just meant I don't Milo to end up..."
"Like me!" Danny snapped accusingly.
"I didn't say that!" Rob snarled furiously as he stood up. "Stop putting words in my mouth!"
"So dicks are fine but words aren't!" Danny said back as he finished dressing. "Well I'm so FUCKING sorry for putting my SLUTTY dick anywhere near you, your holiness. You'd best go shower before you catch my sluttiness. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna go find someone else to fuck then!" He pulled the door open.
"Oh fuck off, Danny," Rob snapped angrily as the door slammed.
"Sorry about that," Mikey said a little awkwardly as he looked down at his erection in the Year 12 boy's hand.
The older boy's name was Roman Mills and he was currently in charge of Mikey's hair removal. There was a curtain rail between the two treatment areas, to allow for a modicum of privacy, but considering Mikey and David had come to the salon to spend time together, they had requested that it be left open. Next to them, David was getting his usual treatment from a different Year 12 boy, Bailey Rogers.
"Don't worry," Roman said in response to Mikey's apology, "It's pretty rare that someone we're seeing to DOESN'T get a boner. I'd actually be insulted!"
Mikey breathed an audible sigh of relief. Roman had started by using electric clippers to trim the hair down to the ideal length for waxing. Between the vibrations of the tool and the fact that a pretty hot older boy was handling his junk, the erection really had felt inevitable. "So you get to play with a lot of dicks then?" Mikey asked bluntly.
"Duh, why d'you think we volunteer for salon duties!" Roman replied with a smirk.
"Although in Ro's case, it's cos he keeps hoping your dormmate'll come back again!" Bailey said before suddenly ripping a strip away from David's crotch.
"Owwwwwhich one?" David asked, turning his slightly pained yelp into the question to try and cover it.
"The hot one!" Roman grinned.
"That doesn't really narrow it down," David said, a little proudly.
"Mark!" Bailey answered with a broad grin. "Roman's TOTALLY into him!"
"Bailey, shut up," Roman hissed angrily.
"Yeah, you and half the fucking school," Mikey sniggered. It was no secret that Mark was almost universally lauded as the hottest guy in Year 10 and maybe the whole school. "But Nicky's hot too. And Chris! Danny too. Plus Rob's got that whole sexy rugby guy vibe. And Josh is too cute. And even though he CLEARLY doesn't think so, lil pinky over there's fuckin' adorable too!"
David blushed at the compliment, especially when he caught Bailey's eye and got a silent nod of agreement.
"You forgot the ginger one," Roman said with a wry grin. "He's cute as fuck. Especially the freckles!" he said, casting his eye across Mikey's face and upper body, all peppered with freckles.
"Well duh! Like the song says, I'm sexy and I know it!" Mikey said confidently.
"Jesus," Roman chuckled, glancing over at Bailey. "Can you imagine having that much confidence at their age?"
"I can't imagine having that much confidence at OUR age!" Bailey laughed back as he prepared the next strip for David.
"Our Mikey..." David started, mimicking the strong Newcastle accent Mikey had had when he first came to Kingswood, "...really isn't lacking in the confidence. It's one of the things most of us love about him!"
<<Awww, they love us!! I wanna hear more. Make them say more nice things about us!>>
"Meh, I'm okay," Mikey said, blushing a little.
"You guys are all too sweet," Bailey said before yanking the strip away, smirking a little at the muted whimper it got from David. "I'm surprised you didn't end up like our dorm!"
As Mikey and David looked at each other curiously, Roman explained, "Way back, us and the rest of our dorm were all in a big poly relationship, all eight of us!"
"Oh, that was you guys!" David nodded. "Yeah, we heard bits about it. It... didn't last then?"
"Oh my god, no. Big break up, SO messy!" Bailey explained, shaking his head as he checked David over for any missed hairs. "Imagine sharing a dorm with an ex!"
"Umm yeah, been there!" Mikey smirked. "Three-way relationship with two dormmates. Ended REAL badly!"
"Oh I know," Roman nodded as he finished trimming Mikey. "I was there at the rehearsal when you got dumped!"
"Yay, I'm famous!" Mikey smirked. "But hey, whatever. It worked out. They're two of my best friends now!"
"It's nice when you can do that!" Roman said, smiling fondly at Bailey.
"Nicer if you don't break up at all!" Mikey responded with a casual shrug. The comment got snorts of laughter from the other three which Mikey smiled at gleefully.
"Anyway, enough chatter, Bailey looks about ready to start tweezing and I gotta get waxing, so lie back and relax," Roman instructed.
"Tweezing?!" Mikey exclaimed in surprise as he laid back, his erection resting on his stomach.
"Gotta get the strays!" Bailey said, brandishing a pair of tweezers vaguely menacingly.
"Hnnh," Mikey grunted, enjoying learning about the new process. He quickly turned his attention to Roman, watching as he started waxing. As much as he had played off his erection as the effect of the vibrations and touches, Mikey was intrigued by how arousing he found the whole hair removal process. Looking down at the heavy stubble he had already been reduced to, he felt his dick twitch a little.
A few moments later, with wax applied with a strip on Mikey's pubis, Roman asked, "You ready for this?"
"Very!" Mikey nodded, a little too eagerly.
Roman looked like he was about to say something else, but it turned out to be a fakeout as he suddenly ripped the wax half the way off, pressed his hand on the smooth area, then ripped the rest and moved his hand once again.
Mikey let out a gasp as he felt the sting of the hairs being torn away. It was a mix of shock, pain, excitement and intrigue.
Roman looked up at Mikey as he pulled his hand away from soothing the area and asked, "That okay?"
Mikey gulped slightly, unsure whether or not he should be embarrassed by his confusing enjoyment, then nodded and said, "Yeah, keep going!"
Far from the hairiest of boys, his pubis was already half done from a single strip. Another application and couple of rips and his pubis was almost entirely smooth.
"Oh, oh fuck," Mikey gasped after the third strip was ripped off as his cock began to twitch, dribbling up a slow steady stream of spunk the newly smooth area. "Unnh, I hate ruined orgasms," Mikey moaned.
"Damn, why don't I do that?" David asked, staring in a mixture of amusement and surprise.
"Is that... normal?" Mikey asked, blushing a little.
"Normal isn't a concept we believe in here at Kingswood," Roman said with a grin, then looked Mikey in the eye and said reassuringly, "It's not common, but don't worry, you're certainly not the first. Anyway, let's keep going!"
As Roman reached for some tissue, Mikey shook his head and said, "No, wait. Could you... use my boxers?"
"Wow!" Roman chuckled as he reached for the boy's discarded underwear. "There's that confidence again!"
"I know right. Brody's had a thing for underwear since we were twelve and even now he wouldn't ever admit it!" Bailey said, referring to one of their dormmates.
"That's our Mikey," David said, teasing the accent again, "Kinky and proud of it!"
"Damn straight. Why miss shit ya like just cos of what someone else might think!" Mikey shrugged. "Now wax my balls, peon!" he added with a grin, then added a quiet, "Please, if you don't mind, thank you kindly!"
Roman just snorted with laughter again as he got to work, applying the wax to Mikey's balls, though they were far from hairy anyway.
"Ah wow, I'm going again!" Mikey declared a few moments later as the last of the hairs were yanked from his balls and his dick spewed up another glob of cum. "Fuck being smooth, I might just keep doing this for the jizzing!" he declared shamelessly.
"To be clear, I'm absolutely fine with that," Roman said, mopping up the second load with Mikey's boxers once again.
Ten minutes later, with both boys smooth, showered and dressed, they were bidding the two Year 12s goodbye as they headed back through the Underground.
"This was fun. Thank you!" Mikey said happily as he strolled along beside David.
"Well I didn't imagine quite so much cumming," David said as he glanced at the soiled underwear tightly in Mikey's grip, "But yeah, it was fun. And they're right, ya know. Your confidence is amazing!"
<<Don't believe him, he's being nice. Nice is bad. Nice is a trick. Nice is a lie!>>
"Shut up!" Mikey snapped.
David went to apologise, but as he glanced at Mikey he got the impression it hadn't been aimed at him anyway. "Are you... okay?" he asked with obvious concern.
<<Oops, busted. Look what you did!>>
Mikey blushed profusely and said, "I... I just meant... like... y'know, shut up that's embarrassing!"
David frowned at the poor excuse and asked, "Are you... sure?"
<<Yeah, I wouldn't believe that either. You suck!>>
"Yeah, of course!" Mikey insisted. "So when we gonna do something else together. Guessing we won't need another wax anytime soon. Took me fifteen fucking years to grow that much in the first place!"
"It's not quite that slow now it's started," David chuckled. "But we really should do something else. Do you... want it to be something down here?" he asked cautiously.
<<Nice subject change! I thought David was bright. Apparently not!>>
"I guess so. I never really explored much down here before. Hey, what about The Milker? You know how much Chris loves it, and with our buttloads of COK we can totally afford it!" Mikey declared, referring to the `Currency of Kingswood' (aka COK) that made up the Underground currency.
"Umm, maybe... eventually," David nodded. "That thing's a bit scary!"
<<Pussy!>>
"He's not!" Mikey snapped, then quickly changed it to, "I mean... IT'S not, but no rush!"
<<Ooh good cover. Have a cookie! Ugh, now I want cookies!>>
David frowned, suspicious of Mikey's behaviour, but he smiled as he said, "Well we can figure it out another time. I'm sure we can find something to get up to together!"
<<Maybe he visit you in the loony bin. That'd be nice!>>
<<I wonder if a loony bin has a recycling section!?>>
Mikey nodded contentedly at the suggestion and said, "Yeah, I'm sure we can!"
Mr Rudd let out a slightly frustrated hum as he closed the door to his apartment. There had been a knock at it a few moments earlier, and as soon as he opened it, Danny had barged past him and went straight through to the bedroom. He followed the boy into the other room and stopped in the doorway. "Danny, are you..." he started, but stopped as he saw the boy was already naked.
"Take your clothes off!" Danny said, scowling angrily.
"Danny, you're clearly upset!" Mr Rudd said with a hearty sigh.
"Wow, no shit!" Danny said sharply. "What gave it away? The angry face or the fact I'm here in the middle of the evening waiting for you to fuck me senseless!?"
"Danny, I don't appreciate the tone," Mr Rudd said firmly.
Danny rolled his eyes and replied, "And I don't appreciate you still having your clothes on. I'll change my tone when you've got your clothes off!"
"Maybe it'd be best to talk about what's got you so upset," Mr Rudd suggested, stepping closer to the bed the naked boy was kneeling on.
"No!" Danny snapped, shaking his head. "I did enough talking earlier, and when I talk I fuck things up so no more talking, just fucking instead."
"I'm not sure that's the best move!" Mr Rudd said disapprovingly.
"Oh come on, I know you got the Josh update today. You gotta be a bit bothered by that. You can take it out on my arse!" Danny sniggered. As he saw the look on the man's face, he immediately felt guilty. "Ugh," he huffed, burying his face in his hands for a moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw that out like that! But you see what I mean? I talk and people just end up pissed off. Just fuck me and shut me up. Please!"
"Ugh, Danny, you..." Mr Rudd started, moving forward to grab the boy by both shoulders. "You really have to stop being so hard on yourself!" he said sorrowfully.
"Please!" Danny said, barely above a whisper.
"Look, fine, okay. I DO wanna fuck your perfect little arse, but... I'm doing it because I like you and I know we both enjoy it, and not to shut you up or stop you talking!"
"Whatever you need to tell yourself!" Danny smirked, but as the man stared back at him disapprovingly, he blushed a little and said, "Okay, okay, fair. I get it."
"But I'm not getting naked. I'm on duty and if anyone knocks, I have to go!" Mr Rudd explained.
"Then stop wasting time talking and get that big fucking dick in me... sir!" Danny said, biting his lip playfully at the formality.
Mr Rudd walked round the bed to retrieve the half-empty bottle of lubricant (that had been full before Danny's daily visits started) and unzipped his trousers. He fished out his already stiffening prick and stroked it as Danny watched eagerly, moving round to kneel on all fours.
"It looks even bigger poking out like that!" Danny declared happily as he watched the erection grow, protruding from the man's clothing.
Mr Rudd grabbed Danny's hips as he knelt onto the bed and pulled the boy back, then used one hand to guide the raging erection to his hole and as it entered, he growled, "Does it feel bigger too?"
Danny let out a happy moan and replied dreamily, "Ugh, whatever you just asked... yes, no or maybe... whichever you wanna hear!"
As Mr Rudd pushed deeper into the moaning teen, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the smooth torso. He kissed across Danny's shoulders for a few moments, then leaned back to pull Danny into a kneeling position. Nibbling at his neck for a moment as he started gently fucking the boy, he whispered, "You can talk to me, y'know. Even if you just want to vent!"
Oh sure!' Danny thought, rolling his eyes, I'm pissed cos someone called me a slut. That'd sound great while literally getting fucked!' He smirked slightly at the thought, but scowled again as his mind turned back to Rob. "No. Just fuck!" he said coldly. He paused to look back, stared Mr Rudd dead in the eye and growled, "Hard!"
Mr Rudd still felt substantial concern for the boy, but his ill-considered comment had been worryingly accurate. The update on Josh hadn't been disastrous, but it hadn't exactly been joyful either, especially with the prospect of a search for a donor. Needless to say, Mr Rudd volunteered immediately to be tested. For now though, his aggression was about to be taken out on the willing boy impaled on his thick prick.
Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Danny in a bear hug, Mr Rudd pulled back so he slid most of the way out and rammed in so hard he made a slapping noise as he hit Danny's pert, fleshy buttocks. A second later there was another slap as he repeated, and again, and again. It sounded like slow applause, accentuated by Danny's shuddery moans and his own low grunts of pleasure as the boy's ring squeezed tightly around his thrusting tool.
"Ah, yeah. Fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard!" Danny moaned dreamily as the teacher slammed into him.
"Ah, fuck," Mr Rudd gasped as he felt the urgency of a rapidly approaching orgasm. On the brink of release, he thrust Danny forward so he splayed flat on the bed, free of the impaling penis. Giving himself a few final strokes, he began to paint the boy's back and butt with his load, leaving long white streaks across it as he gripped the throbbing cock and grunted with sheer ecstasy.
They both remained in the same position for several moments after the orgasm subsided, catching their breath.
Looking back over his shoulder, Danny smiled and declared, "That was freakin' hot!"
"Feel better?" Mr Rudd asked, cocking his head.
"Well, I don't feel worse," Danny replied with a shrug.
Mr Rudd sighed as he climbed off. He scooped a drop of cum from the end of his dick and held out a finger, watching in amusement as Danny lunged eagerly forward to suck it off. Having used the move as a trap, he grabbed Danny and leaned in to stare him dead in the eye. "If you don't wanna talk to me, talk to someone else. I don't wanna see you hurting yourself anymore!"
"Oh my god, give it a break," Danny said, rolling his eyes. He flopped onto his back, making a show of rubbing the cum into the bedding as he got a disapproving look. "I was scratching, I didn't know, you told me to stop, and I did. I haven't done it since. Let it freaking go!"
"Danny, all credit to you for that, sincerely, but self-harm isn't just about cutting or scratching you know," Mr Rudd said, putting his dick away as Danny began to pull his clothes back on. "Over-exerting yourself is a form of self-harm too!" he said seriously.
"Jesus, now I can't fucking exercise without getting nagged!" Danny huffed, rolling his eyes.
Mr Rudd raised his eyebrows and asked, "How many times have you been to the gym in the last week?"
"I just... go in the mornings," Danny said evasively with a shrug.
"How many mornings?" Mr Rudd asked, folding his arms.
"All of them," Danny said awkwardly.
Mr Rudd nodded for a moment and then asked, "Okay, and when else?"
"Couple of evenings," Danny said with a shrug.
"And?" Mr Rudd prompted.
Danny huffed and rolled his eyes yet again as he said, "A few evenings. It's not that much!" As he felt the man staring at him, he sighed and said, "It's a bit much, isn't it!"
Mr Rudd nodded gently and approached, placing a hand on Danny's shoulder. "It is. Like you said, it's exercise, which is great, but... you need rest too, Danny. I'd really appreciate it if you could cut back a bit."
"I s'pose I could," Danny said timidly.
"And," Mr Rudd added, pausing to wait for Danny to look at him, "Promise me you'll talk to Doc Arkwright about it at your next meeting!"
"Oh come on, you know he'll just make a big thing of it!" Danny whined, but as the teacher stared back at him, he knew if he didn't talk about himself, Mr Rudd would simply inform the doctor anyway. "Fine, okay. Anything else, or can I go?"
"Yeah, two more things, actually!" Mr Rudd said curtly. "First of all, it's not my place to interfere in your relationship..."
"But you're about to anyway," Danny said shaking his head.
"Mmm-huh," Mr Rudd hummed, smirking a little. "I want you to think about talking to Chris about some of this stuff. I get the impression he's been kinda kept in the dark!"
Danny looked a little sheepish as he replied quietly, "I just... don't want him to worry about me!"
"If it was the other way round, would YOU want to know?" Mr Rudd asked, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Damn you teachery logic!" Danny pouted, smiling a little bit. "Fine, I'll at least think about it! And go on then, what's the other thing?" he asked with a disgruntled sigh.
"This!" Mr Rudd said, pulling Danny into a quick hug before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Oh, well..." Danny said a little timidly, "I guess I don't have a problem with that one!"
Mr Rudd laughed and mussed Danny's hair before sending him on his way.
"Look what I did!" Mikey declared as he walked into the living area, pulling the front of his shorts down.
"Oh my god, his puberty slowed down so much he's actually going in reverse!" Mark called out as they all looked round to see Mikey's smooth crotch.
"You're so funny," Mikey said flatly.
<<It actually was kind funny! He's fun! We like him!>>
<<He's hot too, but don't say that, he doesn't like that and if you say things someone doesn't like then they don't like you and we want him to like us cos we like him!>>
Chris jumped over the back of the sofa he had been sat on with Danny as he called out, "Ooh, so smooth!" he reached out to touch Mikey's pubis, stroking it slightly. "Not even any stubble!" he said in genuine awe.
"Yeah, we waxed!" Mikey said, nodding.
<<Why are you proud of this, you freak!? They're gonna take the piss. You just wait and see!>>
"We?" Chris asked with a grin, looking round at David. "Guessing he means with you!" he said with a nod.
"Yep, he's one of us now!" David said with a grin, pulling down his pyjama bottoms just enough to show his own smoothness without exposing his penis.
"It's hot!" Nicky said, staring intently.
"Yeah?" Mikey asked, looking a little relieved.
"Danny probably hates it cos you know he's into hair," Chris chuckled, looking round at Danny.
Danny just shrugged without looking, not wanting to speak up as Rob was in the room. Rob seemed to be doing the same.
"But it's a cute look," Chris said, smiling to conceal his concern.
"It's... really hot!" Nicky said, gulping slightly as he took a step closed to Mikey. "Fuck it. I wanna touch. Come on!" he said as he grabbed Mikey's hand and led him into their dorm.
Mark and David both laughed, but the black cloud hanging between Rob and Danny was painfully obvious and the laughter quickly died down. "I'm... going to bed too," Mark said a little awkwardly.
"Yeah, and me," David said, following after him.
Rob glanced at the two boys remaining in the living area and said pointedly, "Night Chris!" before following his two roommates, the door closing behind him.
Chris stared round at the door for a moment, then looked to Danny who was avoiding eye contact and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter!" Danny mumbled with a shrug.
Chris sighed as he sat down beside Danny and gently took hold of his hand. "I thought we were meant to tell each other everything!" he said, trying to sound concerned rather than accusatory.
Danny just shrugged silently.
Chris sighed as he reached down the side of the sofa and said, "Okay then, let's do this instead!" He held his hand out towards Danny and opened it as he said, "I invoke the power of the stone." He was holding the `control stone', the gift Danny had given him for his birthday, a symbolic token that could be used to give an unavoidable command with.
"Chris, don't," Danny huffed, shaking his head.
"I order you to tell me what's wrong!" Chris commanded.
"Come on, I said don't!" Danny scowled.
"And I said tell me what's wrong!" Chris insisted. "And I don't just mean with you and Rob. I mean with everything!"
"I... I..." Danny stuttered, then shook his head and said, "Come on, don't do this!"
Chris held the stone up between his thumb and forefinger and said, "You have to tell me. Power of the stone!"
"It doesn't HAVE any power!" Danny snapped as he snatched the stone. "It's just a stupid fucking stone I picked up off a beach and it doesn't mean a fucking thing!" He threw the stone across the room. It hit the wall and clattered to the ground. Realising what he had done, Danny looked distraught as Chris got up and walked across the room to retrieve the stone. "Chris, I... I'm... I..." he stuttered, ready to get shouted at again.
Chris didn't shout. He didn't even look angry. "Shh," he hushed Danny gently as he sat back down at his side. "It's okay, you don't need to explain, or tell me anything. Not now!" he said as he wrapped his arms around Danny. "Just figured the stone was worth a shot, but I get it. Please just... try to talk to me when you can. Please. All I wanna do is help. I love you so much and I hate seeing you so sad!"
Danny almost felt worse for hearing the supportive words. He sniffled slightly as he let Chris hold him, but didn't say anything in return.
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/