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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 25
SATURDAY 4 FEBRUARY 2023
As the final whistle blew, it signalled more than just the end of the Year 10 Kingswood versus Moderna football match, it was also the end of the first round of the 2023 SCIPS football tournament. The Year 10s had been last of the day to play and the Kingswood team finished very shortly after the King Edwards versus Eversham match being played on the other pitch.
Danny had been hoisted into the air in celebration of his team's win. They had won all three of their first round matches, the only Year 10 team in the tournament to have done so, something he was keen to rub in the face of Charlie, the King Edwards captain. With the traditional team handshakes out of the way, the two teams headed into the locker room, aside from Danny who headed along to Charlie who he had spotted waiting on the sidelines.
"Congratulations," Charlie said, offering his hand to Danny, which was happily accepted.
"Thanks. How did you guys do?" Danny asked, nodding in the direction of the other pitch.
"How d'ya think we did?" Charlie asked with a cocky grin.
"Pfft," Danny exhaled with a shrug, "Based on track record, you probably lost then cried about it for a while!"
"Funny. So funny!" Charlie said flatly, "When you totally bomb out at this whole football thing, at least you can fall back onto a career as a really shit stand-up comedian!"
"It's funny hearing you be so confident knowing we're totally gonna kick your arse in the second round!" Danny said, smirking obnoxiously.
"No chance, we're totally spanking you!" Charlie scoffed.
"Yeah, well joke's on you, I'm totally into that!" Danny replied, then blushed slightly and said, "Yes, I heard what I said, and it'd be so easy to be embarrassed by it but I'm choosing to own it!"
"Duly noted," Charlie said with a wink.
"Nuh-uh! None of that. No using your straight-guy flirting powers to mess with me! We're kicking you guys so hard you ain't even gonna make the final!" Danny threatened.
"Big talk for such a... little man!" Charlie said, puffing out his chest.
"Oh please, you're barely taller than me and you're DEFINITELY not competing with these!" Danny said as he lifted the front of his football shirt to reveal his abs, slightly shiny with sweat from the match.
"Impressive," Charlie said, trying to actually sound unimpressed before he lowered his gaze and said, "Not what I meant, though!"
Danny shook his head at the playful attempt at an insult and replied confidently, "Ha, not getting me there either. I got plenty going on down there... ask anyone! It's rare for me to actually keep my clothes on for this long, so there's PLENTY of people who can vouch for it!"
"Pfft, not that you'd even know what to do with it!" Charlie scoffed.
"HA!" Danny cackled. "Sorry, trash talking aside, that's not the way you wanna go to win this argument. Believe me, I've taken more dick than your mum!"
Charlie stared open-mouthed. "A mum joke? That's low!" he said, feigning disappointment.
"Fine, sorry," Danny said sheepishly, then gave a devilish grin as he said, "I meant I've taken more dick than your dad!"
"Oh, you are going DOWN for that!" Charlie said, trying his hardest not to look amused.
"Hey, just like your dad!" Danny replied.
"Fuck, you cheeky little cunt," Charlie laughed, reluctantly amused. "Okay, if only to try and finally shut you up, we really need to make that bet we talked about!"
"On what? Our second-round match, or whether we make it to the final?" Danny asked, eager to make any kind of bet.
"How about this?" Charlie mused briefly, "Team bet on the second-round match, losing team pays up. Then a private bet on which of us makes it to the final!"
"Hmm, and what exactly are we betting?" Danny mused.
Charlie thought for a moment and then nodded as he said, "Talk it over with your team. I'll do the same. Let's make it into a proper motivator, give `em something to really fight for!"
"Good plan," Danny nodded. "And... the private bet?" he asked curiously.
"You... take some time to think about that too," Charlie said, casting his gaze briefly up and down Danny before he added, "And let's just say... anything goes!" As Danny stared back at him wide-eyed, he started towards the building.
"Anything?" Danny called out shakily.
Charlie looked back, winked and replied, "Anything!"
"Fuck!" Danny gasped as a million possibilities suddenly ran through his mind. He hadn't had an opportunity to play with a straight boy since Finn. "Ooh, text Finn!" Danny said happily prompted himself as the thought popped into his head, casually strolling inside.
SUNDAY 5 FEBRUARY 2023
Mark glanced over at the clock. 3.04 am. If he got to sleep now, he could fit in almost four-and-a-half hours before his alarm went off. He let out a sigh. It was the same thought that had gone through his mind when he looked at the clock at 2am... and 1am... and midnight. He had been lying there since lights out, exhausted but wide awake. It had been a busy but exciting Saturday, with his team's win in the football tournament, and he knew he needed a good night's sleep ahead of the rugby team's tournament match the following morning, but sleep continued to evade him.
He had not been sleeping well since Christmas, though it had gotten markedly worse over the past few nights. It wasn't hard to figure out why. Tate, Josh's brother formerly known as Mark, had been disconnected from life support on Wednesday and passed away, from injuries Mark himself had inflicted. Knowing the cause of his sleeplessness did absolutely nothing to help combat it.
"Self-awareness is a wonderful thing, and the amount you've shown in tackling your PTSD is truly admirable," Dr Arkwright had stated during one of their sessions, "But it can also be a double-edged sword. Not knowing your issues means you get the eventual milestone of discovery, which can be a motivator to reach a resolution. Knowing your issues upfront, that can make the road to recovery look rather long and daunting!"
Mark had certainly related to it. The day after he and Josh had been attacked and held hostage by Tate, Mark had already made arrangements to see the doctor. He knew what he had been through was traumatic, he knew he would struggle with knowing the injuries he had caused, and he wanted to tackle his problems head on. Unfortunately, even the best intentions and strongest will aren't always enough to deal with what's going on in your head.
Glancing down to the far end of the dorm, he smiled at the sight of the boy hanging off the side of one of the other beds. Josh, whose bed was positioned head-to-head with Rob's, had been chatting to his best friend after lights out and seemingly fallen asleep mid-conversation. How he had not yet fallen out of bed yet was beyond Mark, but the shadowy sight made him smile anyway.
Letting out a hearty sigh, he let his imagination get away from him and pictured himself walking across the dorm to carefully lift Josh back into his bed properly. Gentle as he would be, he imagined Josh waking up to stare up at him, his eyes big and brown and beautiful. "Stay with me!" he would whisper and Mark would be happy to oblige, sliding in beside him. That was all he imagined. Not a kiss. Not sex. Not even romance. Just... being with him.
As he shook his head and forced himself to look away, his gaze fell on the clock, now showing 3.07am. With a gentle sigh he sat up and got out of bed. Tempting as it was to go to Josh, he didn't want to disturb his sleep so instead he headed the other way to go out into the living area outside. Much to his surprise, as he got out there, he saw another person sitting on the sofas, lit up slightly by a phone or tablet.
With the gentle illumination coming in from the hallway, Mark could tell it was Danny even before the other boy turned, smiled and whispered, "Morning!"
Mark carefully shut the door and paced over to drop down onto the sofa facing Danny. "Morning," he sighed. "Up early or up late?" he asked dejectedly.
"Early, woke up a little while ago," Danny replied, "You?"
"Late. No sleep yet!" Mark groaned.
"Sorry mate, it sucks!" Danny sympathised.
"Look, I didn't know if this was the right thing to say or not, but... I'm sorry about Tate!" Danny said cautiously as he put down his phone.
"I'm not!" Mark replied, softly but still determined. As he saw Danny's head tilt slightly, looking at him curiously, he elaborated, "Someone's dead because of me, but... someone's also alive because of me! If it's a choice between a world with Tate dead and Josh alive, or Josh dead and Tate alive, then I made the right call!"
"Hnnh," Danny grunted, "I'd never thought of it that way! Definitely true!"
Mark nodded gently, wishing his own mind was as easy to sway as Danny's. "So why you up so early? REALLY keen to get to the gym?" he sniggered.
Danny chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, just..." he stopped himself mid-sentence. He hadn't been about to lie, but what he had planned to say wasn't exactly forthcoming either. Slightly inspired by Mark's openness with his issues, Danny wanted to be the same with his own, and the rare private moment felt like a perfect opportunity to do it. "I'm depressed!" he stated, then realised how understated it sounded and went on, "I mean... medically, they say I've got depression!"
"Fuck," Mark said, shaking his head a little, "Can I be honest?"
"Sure," Danny nodded.
"I'm... not really surprised," Mark stated. It earned a sigh and another nod back from Danny, so he went on, "But it sounds like you're starting to deal with it, right?"
"Yeah, I'm getting there," Danny stated.
"Do you... wanna talk about it?" Mark asked as he sat a little more upright.
"Would you be offended if I said no?" Danny asked.
Mark smirked and relaxed back down a little as he replied, "No, I get it, I'm not in a talking mood either!"
"Right!" Danny nodded his agreement emphatically. "So... what ARE you in the mood for?" he asked with a grin.
Mark pursed his lips for a moment, the stated, "Honestly... what I want right now is to just... cuddle up to someone and..."
"Wank?" Danny interjected.
"Not where I was going, but also not an unwelcome idea," Mark replied. "Considering who I'm talking to, I'm going to take it that was an offer!"
Danny let out a gentle sigh and said, "Yeah, of course it was, that's what sluts are for, right!"
Mark recoiled slightly and stuttered, "Oh... I... umm... I... I..."
Danny let out a groan of frustration as he stood up and stepped over to Mark as he said, "Sorry, that wasn't you, that was me!" He pursed his lips for a moment, lowered his head and muttered, "Sorry!"
Mark gave a meek smile and just held his arms out towards Danny who happily threw himself into them.
Nestling against Mark as he held on tight and felt the muscular arms gripping him, he sighed more contentedly and said, "You're really comfortable!"
"Wow, now there's a compliment every guy wants to hear!" Mark said with a wry grin.
"Sorry, I really did mean it in a nice way," Danny said dreamily.
"I know, I'm kidding," Mark chuckled, then let out a gentle sigh as he nestled against Danny. After a few quiet moments, he added cautiously, "That suggestion of yours... wasn't the worst idea!"
Danny smiled briefly then let his hand quickly slide down Mark's torso towards his crotch where he found the slight bulge of a semi-erection, though as he caressed it through Mark's underwear, it quickly throbbed its way to full firmness. Danny grabbed the waistband and tucked it down under Mark's balls, releasing his meaty cock so he could start stroking it. As he did so, he felt Mark groping him in return.
With the quiet and stillness around them accentuating every little gasp and sigh and moan, they laid contentedly, calmly tugging away at each other's cocks. As Mark's hand slowly stilled and his panting became deeper it became obvious he was going to cum first. Danny stopped stroking as the first shot smeared across Mark's torso, letting his hand gently caress the other boy's hefty balls as they expelled their load.
Breathless and a little sweaty, Mark gave Danny a gentle squeeze before reaching down to grab his dick again.
Danny shamelessly began playing with the spunk pooling on Mark's body, swirling a finger through it and occasionally lifting his sticky digit to lick it. By the time he had lapped up almost the entire load, he realised the hand on his own cock had stopped moving. As he glanced at Mark's face, his eyes were closed and he realised the bigger boy was sound asleep. "Charming!" Danny whispered quietly to himself as he shook his head.
More amused than actually offended, Danny was careful not to disturb Mark. He leaned in to kiss his cheek then nuzzling gently against him. Getting comfortable, he settled in, hoping he might be able to get some more sleep too.
Nicky had a mouth wrapped around the top few inches of his massive erection, yet he was barely paying attention to it. His thoughts were focused on the person the mouth belonged to, rather than the actual feeling of it.
This was the third time he had met up with `Locky', his mysterious fuck buddy, since Mikey revealed to him that Locky was Chris! The first time they were due to meet after he found out, he had almost cancelled. The confusion over how he felt about Chris had made the prospect of being with him a challenging one, and that confusion had not improved at all.
Nicky loved Chris. He knew that. Nicky loved all of his friends, some in slightly different ways from the others, but he loved them all, so the question was... was he IN LOVE with Chris? Even though the entire pointed was mooted by the fact Chris was (happily) with Danny, it was still something that had been constantly on Nicky's mind. It wasn't like he had just looked at Chris and one day decided, `I'm in love with him again'. It was Locky he had started to fall for, which had been weird enough when he was just a mysterious stranger he had sex with once a week. Discovering the identity had just made it all inordinately harder.
Nicky let out a sudden gasp as he felt both nipples being tweaked. His nipples had become one of the main methods of communication with Locky, who still didn't speak during their sessions. One nipple stood for yes, the other stood for no, both together represented maybe' or tell me more'. Having not been speaking, the questioning tweak of both nipples was a little unexpected and Nicky wasn't sure what it meant at first, then considered his own mental absence from the session so far and asked, "Oh, is that... are you... asking if I'm okay?"
A yes tweak from Locky.
Nicky let out a gentle sigh. He knew it would be easier to just say, `I know it's you Chris, take off the blindfold and we'll talk' but Nicky couldn't bring himself to do it. His time with Locky had been wonderful. He had discovered things about himself he would never have known and enjoyed things he had never enjoyed before. Confusion aside, he wasn't sure he was ready for that to end. "Yeah, I'm okay!" he said unconvincingly.
A tweak of both nipples.
"Just... enjoying what you do!" Nicky added, giving a brief smile. He didn't feel Locky touch him again. For a few moments there was absolute silence. No touching, no movement at all.
Suddenly there was beeping from the timer on the chair restraints, not the sound of release, but rather the timer being changed. Nicky felt a brief moment of panic. In all the times they had met, Locky had never done that before. At first it had been his biggest fear, having the time extended and being left helpless for someone else to find, but after their first meeting that worry had died away.
"What are you doing?" Nicky asked nervously. He got no response.
Footsteps echoed around the room, followed a few moments later by the door being unlocked, opened and then closed.
"Fuck!" Nicky grunted. He had been left behind. Who knows how long he had been locked in for. It could be hours, days, years! Okay, definitely not years, but either way it wasn't good. Anyone else who booked the room could come in once his time slot was up and he would be completely at their mercy. This was awful. This was horrible. This was... "BEEP BEEP BEEP!" This was over! With the sound of the restraints releasing, Nicky sat up and began to calm himself as he pulled his blindfold off.
On the bright side, he wasn't going to be humiliated and embarrassed by strangers, but... Locky was gone. They weren't even halfway into their session and he had left, presumably able to sense Nicky's distractedness. Worst of all, as Nicky looked round the room there was no note, no indication of any desire to have another meeting. Perhaps this really was, properly, over!
The Year 10 rugby matches had been hotly anticipated. Often the third match of the first round made little difference to who would move on to the top group of round two, with clear frontrunners far enough ahead on points for it to be a foregone conclusion. However, a second-match tie between Kingswood and Crestwood had meant there were three teams all in with a chance of proceeding, so it was all to play for.
As co-captains of the defending championship team, Rob and Jazz had been keen to push the team hard and win their way through. Their determination, along with their team's hard work, paid off when they secured a victory over Eversham and guaranteed them a top spot in the next round. Having started a little earlier than the other match, the Charles Summers vs Crestwood match was still underway when they finished and, rather than heading to the locker room, most of the team had headed over to the other pitch to watch the end of the match.
Rob had promised to catch the team up, but desperately needed the toilet and had run back into the building to relieve himself. As he stepped into the bathroom, he promptly stopped as he heard, "I know it hurts but only at first then it feels good. Come on!"
Just the sentence alone would have been enough to give Rob pause, but it struck him extra hard as he recognised the voice – Milo!
"No, it hurts too much. Can't we do something else?" another voice said back from within the same toilet cubicle.
"You said you wanted to fuck!" Milo replied.
"No, I said I wanted to TRY it!" the other boy replied.
"Three seconds is NOT trying it. Come on, just give it another chance, you'll love it once you get used to it!" Milo insisted, "It feels great, really!"
"No, please, can we just stop?" the other boy pleaded.
"MILO!" Rob bellowed furiously.
"Fuck!" Milo called out, recognising his big brother's voice instantly.
"Get out here!" Rob snapped angrily.
"Oh my god, oh my god, who is that?" the other voice asked, sounding panicked.
"It's my brother," Milo sighed as he opened the door.
Milo stepped out, and the other boy remained in place behind him. Rob didn't recognise him, meaning he was probably one of the visitors from another school. He looked to be a little older than Milo, probably a Year 8. "I... I'm sorry..." the terrified boy stuttered as he stared at Rob anxiously.
"Sorry, I wasn't shouting at you, come here, you're not in trouble!" Rob insisted, holding an arm out.
The boy approached, still looking scared as Rob guided him towards the door.
"You wait here!" Rob growled back at Milo then stepped out. "Hey, my name's Rob," he said softly to the scared boy. "You're really not in trouble. Did he hurt you?"
The boy shook his head silently.
"You can always say no, and they should always stop if you do, okay?" Rob asked.
A nod.
"Good. Now... run along," Rob said, conscious that the boy's fear and embarrassment made actual conversation unlikely. He watched him for a moment then turned back to the door, scowled and walked back in.
"I thought you were done interfering in my sex life!" Milo huffed.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Rob snapped angrily as he marched towards his little brother. "Don't you even fucking think about making this about me! From what I just heard, you could be in some SERIOUS trouble. I'm not even just talking at school, I mean legally!"
"Jesus, chill, you make it sound like I was attacking him or something. He was here by choice!" Milo said defensively.
Rob's fists were clenched so hard he could feel his nails digging into his palms. Barely holding back from lashing out, he snarled, "Maybe he was, but being here isn't consent for you to FORCE yourself on him!"
"I wasn't forcing anything!" Milo said dismissively. "I was just..." he paused to shrug, "Encouraging him. Sometimes they need a little push but they always enjoy it in the end!"
Rob felt his rage flare, but considering he had spent the second half of Milo's first term not talking to him after losing his temper over something, he was being careful not to repeat himself, so he took a few breaths to calm himself. "Milo, I'm not `interfering', well... technically I am, but... look, I've accepted that you're... doing stuff now, but that doesn't mean I stop looking out for you. What I just heard... it wasn't okay!"
Milo let out a low groan. He had been ready to fight too, so seeing Rob's rationality had deflated him a little. "You really didn't hear what you think you heard. I get that you're worried, but I wasn't forcing anything, I never would. I know better than that!" He paused as his brother continued to stare back at him. "Out of ALL the guys I've been with, most of them really do love it! Sometimes they're just nervous and need a push, but if they push back or just straight-up tell me to stop, I stop!"
Rob wanted to ask more, but he was already coming close to crossing the line into meddling that had caused the other problems, so he held back. "Okay, well... I trust you!" he said, calming a little more.
"Thanks," Milo said a little awkwardly. Regardless of what Rob had thought he heard, he had still just been caught by his brother while having sex, and the embarrassment was slowly replacing the annoyance.
"Hey," Rob suddenly frowned as something occurred to him, "I was playing a match and you were in here shagging a rando rather than cheering your big brother on. Rude!"
Milo smirked at the comment. "Like you can talk!" he said a little mockingly, "Where d'ya think I learned all this!" He headed out the door.
Rob stared for a moment, a little shocked to realise he had played a part in his little brother's promiscuous development.
<<What kind of insect is oval-shaped and lays on the floor? A rug-bee!>>
Mikey sniggered slightly, but forced a straight face as he saw Harley walk out of the locker room accompanied by Oli Green and Kevin Wood. The two other boys gave Mikey a polite nod, but Harley almost bounced for joy as he bounded his way to greet Mikey. "Hiiii!" he said excitedly.
<<He's cute, you should fuck him til he squeals like a lil piggy!>>
"Hey," Mikey said, playfully punching Harley's shoulder, then cast his gaze across all three and said, "Great match!"
"Thanks," Oli said with a smile, with Kevin copying a moment later. "Guess we'll see ya later!" he said to Harley.
"Yeah, catch ya later," Harley said as he waved Oli and Kevin off.
<<Tell the bee joke, he'll love it!>>
"Hey, what kind of insect is oval-shaped and lays on the floor?" Mikey asked.
"Umm..." Harley replied, then gave a shrug.
"A rug-bee!" Mikey said, grinning proudly as Harley snorted with laughter.
<<Yes. I rock!>>
"That was good," Harley chuckled. "Did you want me for something in particular or you just wanna hang out?" he asked. With Mikey, he had learned it was best to just ask direct questions rather than assuming anything.
"Just hang out," Mikey replied.
<<Nope, he's not interested. You stopped spending time with him so he hates you now, loser!>>
"Yay, good!" Harley said happily, "We haven't hung out in ages, so I'm always happy to get some Mikey time!"
<<Pfft, and you worried you'd messed it up. You're mates and you doubted him. You suck! >>
<<You're a bad friend!>>
<<Psycho psycho psyco!>>
Mikey frowned, shaking his head at the unpleasant voices. Determined not to let it ruin his time with the other boy, he said, "What d'you wanna do? The Year 12 matches are just starting if you wanna go watch!"
"Sounds fun," Harley said happily, "We can play `name that kink' if you like!"
Mikey laughed at the comment and agreed as they headed for the exit. It was a game he had played with Harley before. It involved picking out random people and making amusing or outlandish guessing about what their particular kinks were.
"Mikey, wait up!" a voice suddenly called out from behind.
"Oh, um... hi," Mikey said, as he looked round to see Jeff Turner hurrying down the hallway towards them. He wasn't really close mates with the other boy. In fact, they hadn't even spoken since their trip to King Edwards, which had involved a night of silly games that included the two of them kissing.
"Hi," Harley added as the other boy got closer.
"Umm... could you... give us a minute," Jeff requested, frowning a little at Harley.
"Sure," Harley shrugged. He looked to Mikey and said, "I'll be outside!" He headed out and stood casually playing on his phone for a couple of minutes. When he eventually saw the door open and Mikey emerge, he frowned in confusion at the other boy's expression. "Woah, what's with the face?" he asked Mikey curiously.
Mikey approached slowly, looking thoughtful. "Jeff... just asked me to go on a date with him!" he said, looking a little bewildered.
"What!?" Harley exclaimed.
"I know, right," Mikey agreed with the other boy's shock. "I dunno, maybe... I guess when I kissed him the other week when we played that game at King Edwards... he... I dunno, liked it?"
"I kissed him too," Harley pouted.
<<Yeah, but you were better, cos you're always the best!>>
"I guess that really does answer who's the better kisser!" Mikey sniggered.
Harley playfully punched Mikey's arm then asked, "So what did you tell him?"
<<Ugh, yes, what DID you tell him, Michael??>>
"I kinda... said I'd think about it!" Mikey replied.
<<You're a fucking idiot!>>
"Oh, so you like him?" Harley asked, looking more curious than surprised now.
"No, I just... he was really nervous, and he looked scared and I... didn't wanna say no and... upset him!" Mikey explained, visibly frustrated with himself.
<<That's kinda sweet, but fucking stupid!>>
"How stupid am I? Be honest?" Mikey pouted.
Harley shrugged and answered, "I don't know, but... you wanted to spare his feelings. That's really nice of you!"
<<He sounds surprised that you were nice. Tell him to fuck off and die. No. Don't. Not die. We like Harley! Why would you tell him to die you fucking psycho?>>
Mikey winced a little, then scowled and said, "Yeah, well I'm fucking lovely so don't sound so surprised!"
"Sorry," Harley chuckled, "Come on, let's go find some trouble to get into!"
"This is an abuse of power and I demand to speak to your manager!" Danny said moodily.
"You ARE my manager," Chris smirked, "And besides, I'm only using the power YOU gave me!" He held up the small rock. It had been dubbed the `control stone', a symbolic gift Danny had given Chris for his last birthday.
"Yeah, that's meant to be used for things like... go get naked and walk into a year thirteen dorm or... or let me see if I can fuck you six times in one hour!" Danny argued.
Chris' eyes widened as he said, "We have REALLY been under-using this thing!" As it got a reluctant chuckle from Danny, he sighed softly and said, "But I gave you my order, so... go do it!" He forced himself to stay strong as Danny stared back at him with an exaggerated pout and puppy-dog eyes, though he did take his boyfriend's hand and offer, "I'm still happy to come with you if it'll help!"
Danny sighed and shook his head. He actually did want Chris to come along for moral support, but that was mainly because just being close to the other boy always made him feel better in literally any situation, but he wanted to do this alone.
"Okay, well I'll be right here when you're done," Chris said before he leaned in to give Danny a quick kiss on the lips.
As Chris pulled away, Danny grabbed him back and kissed him more passionately, holding him there for several seconds before Chris forced himself to pull free.
"You can't distract me with your lips!" Chris insisted, then gave Danny a shove and said, "Go!"
"Worth a try," Danny grumbled, then walked along the hallway and stopped at the door to Mr Rudd's apartment. He knocked gently and immediately turned back to face Chris and said, "Oh, he's clearly gone out. I'll have to..."
"Danny!" Mr Rudd said as he pulled the door open.
"Bollocks!" Danny grumbled as Chris smirked and disappeared into the dorm. He turned to face the teacher and said, "Hi sir!"
"You wanted to talk?" Mr Rudd said curiously, "Come on in!"
"I think saying I `want' to talk is a bit of an exaggeration, but okay," Danny grumbled as he walked into the teacher's apartment.
Mr Rudd ignored the mumbling and followed Danny into the living area where he promptly took a seat and waited for Danny to sit too.
Danny considered the seat across the room for a moment, but then groaned and flopped down onto the seat beside Mr Rudd and cuddled up to him.
"What's going on then? Something from your session this morning?" Mr Rudd asked curiously, knowing Danny's latest appointment with Dr Arkwright had been earlier in the day.
"Yes," Danny replied, then frowned and added, "No!" then let his brow furrow even more as he groaned, "I don't know anymore! Can't we just get naked, cum a buncha times and pretend we talked?"
"Oof, tempting but... probably best not," Mr Rudd sniggered. He stroked Danny's back for a moment, then let his hand slide up to stroke the boy's hair until he looked up. He smiled at the moody teen and asked, "What's up, Danny?"
Danny stared blankly for a few moments, sighed again and said quietly, "Chris and Nicky... think I'm being bullied!"
Mr Rudd nodded gently as he leaned back in his seat for a moment, contemplating the comment briefly before he asked, "And... do YOU think you're being bullied?"
"No," Danny said meekly, followed by a quick, "Yes," and finally a dejected, "I don't know!"
Mr Rudd waited, hoping the silence would prompt Danny to continue, though he had learned it was a strategy that often failed to work with him. "You're gonna need to give me a bit more detail," he eventually prompted.
Danny huffed as he sat up away from the man and shook his head. "It's so stupid. They're really over-reacting and I'm only telling you because they said if I didn't, then THEY would, and I know they'd make it sound much worse than it is!" he explained frustratedly.
"Okay, then why don't you give me the `doesn't sound worse than it is' version," Mr Rudd requested.
"I don't know," Danny shrugged. "It's just... things people say, fuck, this is so stupid, I sound pathetic!" he snarled at himself.
"You don't sound pathetic, Danny," Mr Rudd insisted, stroking Danny's back, "Now... what people, and what do they say?"
"Everyone!" Danny snapped angrily. "It's everyone ALL the time just... just SAYING stuff about me, like... like I'm the punchline of EVERY joke and... and I hate it. I hate that I'm scared to do things and... and say things because I know any time I do, they'll be like `Danny's a slut' or... or... just... shitty things like that!" he said, frustrated more at his inability to express the issue. This was the fourth time he had shared it with someone and the fact he still couldn't even put it properly into words was infuriating.
Mr Rudd nodded gently as he thought back over his time with the Year 10s. "You're a... very prominent figure so you do seem to draw a lot of attention," he stated, "It's getting to you then, is it?"
Danny nodded without looking at the teacher.
"How's it making you feel?" Mr Rudd asked gently.
"Worthless!" Danny replied without hesitation.
"You usually seem to laugh it off," Mr Rudd stated.
Danny shook his head for a moment before he replied, "Yeah, that's part of the problem. They say shitty things to me and I... don't even get mad at them or... or tell them to stop. I see them laughing AT ME and some part of me thinks, `Oh, hey, they're happy, that's nice' so I don't say anything but... but..."
"It gradually chips away at you?" Mr Rudd suggested, getting a doe-eyed nod in return.
"But that's what I do though. I just... let shit happen!" Danny admonished himself. "Like... they're all saying stuff about me and I don't stop them, or... there was this thing last year where someone was really shitty to me but he got caught and I got the chance to be just as mean back to him, but as soon as I started, I just felt bad about being mean to him even though he TOTALLY deserved it and I just... stopped and forgave him! Or the stuff with Gregory, I mean... before the fight had with Mark that got him expelled, I found out about some REALLY horrible stuff he'd been doing. He'd been... HURTING someone I cared about and I... tried to HELP him! Like, how fucking spineless am I to just LET people do all this stuff?!"
By the end of the rant, Danny was panting as he looked somewhere between furious and tearful.
"Oh Danny, you are SO wrong," Mr Rudd said, shaking his head as he moved round to squat in front of Danny and look up into his eyes. "All those things, the way you react, the things you do... Danny, that's not you being spineless. It's the total opposite. You see people at their worst and you don't kick them while they're down, you don't make it worse for them, you reach out and you try to make things better. You're... compassionate and caring and that takes SO much bravery!"
"Really?" Danny sniffed.
"Really!" Mr Rudd said, taking hold of Danny's hands as he offered him a sincere smile. "You're not spineless Danny, you're caring and just a wonderful, loving young man and it makes me so sad to think that you're suffering because of it!"
"So... I just have to... put up with the things people are saying?" Danny asked shakily.
"No. Definitely not!" Mr Rudd said, frowning a little as he shook his head. "Being kind and compassionate doesn't mean you have to let people walk all over you, and if the things your peers are saying are getting to you, then... they need to stop!"
"No!" Danny argued, pulling back from the man as he shook his head. "No, this is why I didn't want you to know. I know what'll happen. You'll... you'll make us have some big assembly and you'll sit there and be, like, `you all have to stop being mean to Danny, it makes him cry!' and I'll just look... totally fucking pathetic!"
Mr Rudd grabbed Danny's hands again and said, "No I won't, not if that's not what you want. I'm not saying I have the answers right now, Danny, but I promise, I'm gonna work with you to try and deal with this in a way that works for YOU!"
"You are?" Danny asked, his jaw quivering.
"Hey, it's literally what I'm here for!" Mr Rudd reassured him. They shared a brief silence as they let the moment settle in, before Mr Rudd smirked a little and said, "Besides, I remember our deal. Gotta make sure it happens somehow!"
Danny grinned and giggled at the comment. They had agreed that Danny would finally fuck Mr Rudd when he managed to have a day when he felt truly happy. "You're such a perv!" he chuckled, "But so am I!"
"A perfect match!" Mr Rudd said fondly. He cocked his head as he reached out to muss Danny's hair and asked, "You okay if I tell Doc Arkwright about this? I think he needs to know so he can talk more with you about how you're feeling. Is that okay?" "You really are the best!" Danny said as he lunged forward to hug the teacher, then whispered, "Thank you!"
"Right, that's one problem solved," Chris said as he watched Danny disappear into Mr Rudd's apartment. As he turned back into the living area of the dorm, he looked at the David and James who had been sat chatting to Nicky, the couple sitting a conspicuous distance apart, and continued, "Now it's your turn!"
David and James both glanced at each other, then at Chris before shrugging in slight confusion.
"I'm not needed for this!" Nicky smirked and quickly scurried away into his room, though it was mostly just a convenient excuse to not be around Chris.
"You two!" Chris said as he approached. "What's with this whole weird... `not getting on but not actually falling out' thing you've got going on?" he demanded.
"There's no `thing'!" James exclaimed.
"Oh James," Chris said, shaking his head patronisingly, "I don't know whether that's denial or just you being the world's stupidest smart guy again but... you totally have a thing!"
"Rude!" James scowled, "We don't have a thing!" He turned to look at David and asked, "We don't have a thing, do we?"
"We kind of have a thing!" David said a little meekly.
"Ha, see!" Chris said, pointing accusingly at James, "A thing!"
"STOP SAYING `THING'!" Nicky suddenly called out from his room.
"SORRY!" Chris shouted back, then muttered, "Thing!"
"I heard that!" Nicky called out.
"So what's the thing?" James asked curiously.
"What did I JUST say!" Nicky yelled.
"And that's enough of him!" Chris said as he shut the door and turned back to the other two.
"Seriously, what is it?" James demanded.
"It's nothing," David said meekly.
Chris sighed as he threw himself onto the sofa next to David and said, "It's NOT nothing!" As David looked completely ready to stay silent, Chris turned his attention to James and said, "Look, I hate to meddle in other peoples' relationships..."
"No you don't, you love it!" James scowled.
Chris thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and nodded as he said, "I guess I do. Well then... let's meddle away!"
"Come on, I thought you said this was my thing to share!" David pouted.
"Yeah, it was! Like... six weeks ago! Chris scoffed. "And just cos he was a dick about it one time..."
"Woah, what, what was I a dick about?" James asked, suddenly leaning forward.
Chris puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly as he said, "Wow, how long have we got?"
"Chris!" James growled.
"Okay, fine," Chris said, raising his hands defensively. He looked to David and asked, "Am I... okay to say?"
David sighed and shook his head slightly as he said, "A bit late to hold it back now!"
"Gender stuff!" Chris said without hesitating for a moment. "David brought up stuff about gender and you called it a... what was it?"
"A silly gender bandwagon!" David stated bitterly.
"Oh that. Yeah, what about it?" James said unapologetically with a shrug.
David recoiled a little, staring down at his hands.
"Oh, sorry, I know you're probably a bit sensitive about that sort of thing cos of Rose," James said sheepishly.
"It's not about that!" David snapped. "Ugh, I can literally spell it out for you and you still don't catch on, while these guys figured it out without me even having to say it! You just don't get me at all!"
"I don't get you!?" James snapped back, standing up as he glowered at David. "That's really what you think of me?"
"Yeah!" David said, standing up too, "And I guess that's the difference between us. At least I DO think about you. You only ever think about yourself!"
"Woah, easy, hold up!" Chris interjected as he stood up and moved between the other two boys. "I like a sexy nerd fight as much as the next perv, but I like you two too much to let you fall out like this. Sit down and calm the fuck down, both of you!"
David and James both stared at Chris for a moment, then backed away and sat back down.
"That was hot. We should fuck him again when we're done here!" James said with a grin.
"You totally read my mind!" David sniggered.
"See, he read your mind, he totally gets you!" Chris said as he sat down too. "Also, when we're done, I like that plan!"
"I DO get you, David. You know I do!" James insisted, "But if this is about... I dunno, feelings and stuff, you know that's the one thing I REALLY suck at!"
"You really do," David sighed, "But... I've always known that about you. I guess it's not fair to hold it against you now!" As he smiled at James and got a smile back, he sighed again and said, "James, I'm non-binary!"
"Oh!" James exclaimed. "So... yeah, I get... why what I said would offend you then, I'm sorry!" he apologised.
"Do you really think what you said, though?" David asked, shaking his head. "I've said I'm non-binary. So does that mean you think I'm just... jumping on the bandwagon?"
"I... don't know what it means," James said honestly. "I don't think I know enough about it!" he admitted.
"Yet!" Chris added.
"Yeah, yet!" James added, appreciative of the addition. "But... if this is... who you are and a thing that matters to you then I'll... learn more about it and support you!"
"There, that wasn't that hard, was it!" Chris stated happily.
"Yeah, thanks. Now sod off so we can talk without an audience!" James said bluntly.
"Come on," David said as he stood up and grabbed James' hand to pull him towards his room.
"Aww, you were just about to get to the really soppy bit too!" Chris teased as the two boys disappeared. Letting out a sigh as he thought about Danny, hoping things were going okay with Mr Rudd, he glanced over at his own room and jumped to his feet. As he opened the door and went in, Nicky didn't even look, so he slowly crossed the room towards him. By the time he was stood next to Nicky's bunk, he still hadn't looked so Chris threw himself onto the other boy.
"Uff! Fuck!" Nicky grunted as the full weight of Chris crashed down on him.
"Hi!" Chris said with a grin as Nicky glared at him.
"Kinda need to breathe!" Nicky wheezed, shoving Chris off.
Sliding down to lie at Nicky's side, Chris propped his head up on one hand and said, "Feel like I've hardly seen you for ages!"
"Oh," Nicky said a little sheepishly. After Locky' had left him earlier, he figured Chris would now be avoiding him as much as he was avoiding Chris. Although Locky' didn't know his identity had been revealed, so maybe this was just Chris keeping up the act!? Not wanting to give anything away, he half-lied as he said "Guess I've just been busy with, like... Mikey stuff!"
"Yeah, I guess I've been kinda the same with Danny," Chris sighed, then perked up a little as he said, "Oh, he's with Mr Rudd now, supposedly telling him about the other stuff!"
"That's good. You finally convinced him then!" Nicky stated with a sincere smile.
"Sort of," Chris shrugged, casually fiddling with the control stone in his pocket which he felt mildly guilty about using to force the issue. "What's going off with Mikey?" Chris asked casually, "I spent the whole morning with Mikey at the rugby but he didn't really say much!"
Nicky let out a sigh as he nodded gently and said, "He's just... a bit worried about the meds. He still hasn't started on them!" As Chris nodded thoughtfully, something suddenly clicked in Nicky's mind as he asked, "Wait, did you say... were you with him ALL morning?"
"Yeah, why?" Chris asked curiously.
Nicky stared blankly for a moment. His session with Locky had been that morning too, so if Chris was somewhere else... he couldn't be Locky!
"Hellooooo?" Chris said playfully as he poked the strangely silent Nicky in the stomach. "Whassup?" he asked as Nicky shook from his stupor.
"Oh, nothing," Nicky lied. "Just thinking about Mikey!" he said, half-lying again. He was thinking about Mikey, but now it was mostly to question him about Chris' whereabouts that morning. What if Mikey was wrong? What if Chris wasn't Locky after all!?
With dinner out of the way and the visiting schools all heading home, things returned to the closest thing to normal that Kingswood ever really got. As usual, no extracurricular activities were planned for Sunday night, the time always left available for boys to do things together with their dorms or Year groups. As the last weekend before half-term, the Year 10s had all decided to take their last chance to have evenings together within their dorms.
As Chris wandered back from visiting the bathroom, he couldn't help notice things in his own dorm were a little... quiet. He knew Danny was feeling a bit emotionally raw after his time with Mr Rudd while Nicky seemed distracted about Mikey, who was seemingly pensive over his own issues. Mark and Rob were both tired out after their match, David was a little drained from a LOT of talking with James, and Josh was always a little lethargic by the evening now.
Standing in the doorway, Chris cast his gaze across the quiet group and said, "Let's go downstairs!"
"You can't STILL be hungry!" Danny scoffed, "You ate all your own dinner and half of everyone else's!" It got a laugh and a few titters of agreement.
"No, not downstairs," Chris said, shaking his head. "Downstairs!" he repeated, giving a thoroughly terrible wink as he did it.
"Oh! THAT downstairs!" Josh nodded, a few seconds after everyone else had caught on.
"Any particular reason," Rob asked, smirking at Josh's slowness.
Chris shrugged and replied, "Celebrate the football win? Celebrate the rugby win? Make the most of being together? Cos cumming is fun? Take your fucking pick!"
"All worthy causes!" Rob replied with a smirk, "I'm in!"
The idea seemed to have achieved its goal as the aura of low energy quickly dissipated, replaced with a collective enthusiasm as they all headed out of the dorm.
"I'm just having a look what rooms are available!" Chris said, tapping away on his phone as he looked at the reservation system for the Underground's playrooms.
"I just booked one," Mikey replied, "I booked the fancy one!" As he got a few surprised looks, knowing how pricey the room was, he shrugged and said, "I really don't think you guys get how much I make on my side hustle!"
"Don't even mention your fucking lottery," Danny said, feigning annoyance, "Five months and I haven't won ANYTHING yet!"
"What he means is, he's pissed he hasn't been the loser yet!" Chris joked, referring to the forfeit for one name chosen each week, making them a prize for the top winner to enjoy for an hour.
Nicky frowned slightly at the reminder of how he had met Locky. Hanging back slightly with Mikey as the others started down the stairs to the Underground, he whispered, "Hey, were you with Chris this morning?"
"With him or WITH him?" Mikey asked with a slight smirk, then cocked his head and said, "Wait, it's a yes either way!"
"Nice!" Nicky chuckled, then shook his head and said, "I mean, like... ALL morning. Were you apart AT ALL?"
Mikey puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly as he thought and said, "I probably went to the loo without him at one point, but that's about all. Why?"
"Because I met up with Locky this morning!" Nicky exclaimed.
"Oh nice, how'd it go?" Mikey asked, then caught on to the implication and said, "Wait, you... but Chris... he was..."
"Exactly!" Nicky exclaimed. "Fuck! Mikey, if Chris was with you, he CAN'T be Locky which means..."
"I was wrong!" Mikey exclaimed. He looked absolutely mortified about mis-informing his friend as he said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I really thought..."
"It's okay!" Nicky insisted. "It's... it's okay!"
<<Well fuck. Now Nicky hates you. It had to happen eventually. You may as well throw yourself down these stairs!>>
Mikey suddenly grabbed at Nicky's arm and asked shakily, "You're really not mad, are you?"
<<Of course he is!>>
"No, of course not!" Nicky insisted, sensing the other boy's surge of anxiety.
<<Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie!>>
"Say it! I need to hear you say it!" Mikey said, gulping nervously.
"I promise I'm not mad at you Mikey!" Nicky said, giving Mikey's arm a gentle squeeze.
<<If you believe him over us, you're dead to me!>>
"Hey, come on, let's catch up with the others!" Nicky said, offering a gentle smile, which he also received in return.
The room Mikey had booked really was a step-up from the regular playrooms in the Underground. Comfortable seating, beds, benches, tables and swings for any positions its patrons could want. Every piece of bondage and kink equipment the boys could think of. A sound system and variable lighting to set any kind of mood. A bathroom complete with hot tub and multi-person rainfall shower. A minibar of snacks and drinks. There was even a range of alcoholic drinks available, though they were locked away behind a security system that prevented anyone underage from accessing. David had voiced the first thoughts of the whole group when he stated, "Wow, can we just live here instead of the dorm?"
The boys had wasted no time in stripping off. Even the more self-conscious members of the group were long past any issues with being naked in front of their immediate group of friends. By the time they were done exploring the facilities, the hot tub was warmed up and they piled in. It was just big enough for them all and as they chatted and joked and giggled, they all enjoyed the casual contact from the naked proximity to each other.
Gradually the boys began to split off. David had been taken off by Chris, who wanted to use the smaller boy's growing knowledge of exotic sexual positions to entertain Mikey. A conversation between Nicky, Danny and Rob about edging had led onto an interest of Rob's – ruined orgasms – which Nicky had reluctantly volunteered to let the other boys try out.
Left alone in the hot tub with Mark, Josh felt a little awkward as silence hung for a few moments. Eventually he spoke up, "Y'know, even after three years, they still avoid dragging me into sex stuff!"
Mark cocked his head curiously as he asked, "Is that... a good thing or a bad thing?"
Josh thought for a moment, letting his head tilt one way and then the other, like a dog watching a magic trick. "I'm not entirely sure!" Josh replied with a snigger, "I guess it just is what it is!" As Mark chuckled at the reply, Josh looked out of the bathroom door where he could just see Chris bouncing atop Mikey's lap. "You... not joining any of `em?" he asked curiously.
Mark shook his head as he replied, "Nah, the... the group stuff's fun but... I dunno, I prefer being with just one person!" As he realised the implication of saying that while sat with just Josh, he blushed and said, "I mean... in general, not... umm... I wasn't... umm..."
"It's okay, I got what you meant. I know you didn't mean me!" Josh stated. He sighed a little as he thought to himself, `How could you mean me? You're sitting there looking like the world's hottest man and I'm... basically Gollum!' He chuckled a little at the thought and muttered, "Smeagol!"
"What?" Mark asked curiously.
"Nothing, never mind!" Josh shrugged it off.
"Actually, as I've... got you alone, I... did wanna ask you something!" Mark said cautiously.
`Please ask me out, please ask me out, please ask me out!' Josh thought, barely stopping himself saying it aloud. "Yeah?" he said coquettishly.
"I wanted to know... if you're going to Tate's funeral!" Mark asked before sinking down a little in the water.
"Fuck no!" Josh snapped. "I didn't go to Ryan's and he DIDN'T threaten to stab me with a fucking knife. Why would I go to HIS?"
"Sorry, I... just..." Mark stuttered awkwardly before he lowered his gaze to the water and repeated, "Sorry!"
"No, I'm sorry!" Josh said as he saw Mark's reaction. "That... that wasn't anger at you. That was for them!" he insisted. As Mark just nodded gently without looking up, he shifted round to sit next to Mark and added, "I promise!"
Glancing to the side at the beautiful smile, Mark couldn't help smiling back as he said, "Okay, good, sorry anyway!"
Josh still felt a little bad, so he lifted Mark's arm and slipped it around himself, then cuddled up to him as he said, "If we're not going out there, we may as well get comfortable in here!"
"We'll get all wrinkly if we stay in much longer!" Mark laughed, though the chuckle was as much from the nervousness of having a naked Josh pressed against him as it was at his actual comment.
Outside of the bathroom, the other six boys were all enjoying their various activities. Nicky had allowed himself to be restrained, though it had taken some convincing. Soon enough, he stopped caring about it as Danny and Rob made quick work of getting him on edge. Out of curiosity, he closed his eyes as he felt their touches, trying to judge if it felt familiar. With the knowledge that Chris wasn't actually Locky, he was back in the dark once again, though unlike before he was no longer okay with not knowing. Neither Danny nor Rob felt quite like him, neither did David who came over to join in the teasing once he got Chris and Mikey re-enacting `The Bouncer', one of his favourite positions.
"How is this fair?" David grumbled as he took a turn playing with Nicky's massive dick. "I mean... look," he added, turning to show off his own meagre erection to Danny and Rob.
"Aww, I think it's cute!" Danny said as he reached out to play with David's twelve centimetres.
"'Cute' is NOT a compliment when it comes to penises!" David complained.
"Okay, then it's small," Rob replied with a shrug.
"Savage!" Nicky sniggered.
"Quiet you!" Rob said as he reached out to flick Nicky's nipple. "And you don't like cute," he continued to David, "Then it's just small. But that's not an insult! Size doesn't matter!"
"I agree!" Nicky said with a snigger, waggling his hips to make his monstrous cock sway.
"You're right. James likes it!" David said with a shrug, then reached out to grab Nicky's balls and squeezed gently as he said, "And Rob told you to be quiet!"
"Aah, ya lil cunt!" Nicky yelped as he felt a slight tingle of pain.
"Come on, let's shut him up together!" Rob said happily to David. They both reached out to grasp at Nicky's cock, each wrapping a hand around it with dick to spare!
"Ooh, such vicious vigilante justice..." Nicky said sarcastically.
As David went to reply, Rob raised his free hand to the shorter boy to silence him, then looked to the Nicky and said, "That's four!"
"Four what?" Nicky asked curiously.
"Ruined orgasms!" Rob stated bluntly. "Keep giving us lip and it goes higher!" he warned.
Danny grunted at the comment and pawed at his own erection as he stated, "Fuck, it turns me on when he gets bossy!"
"Hey, don't go turning my boyfriend on without me!" Chris called out from across the room.
"Hey, you're mine for now so shut the fuck up!" Mikey snapped, pulling Chris' face towards him to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Oh my god, that's so hot too!" Danny groaned as he watched Mikey and Chris make out as they fucked.
"I think Danny's gonna explode!" Nicky chuckled.
"I need my dick in someone, now!" Danny stated.
"You could shove it in Nicky's mouth to finally shut him up!" David said as he continued to stroke the restrained boy's massive erection with Rob.
"Or he could fuck you!" Nicky replied with a toothy grin.
"Actually, I..." David paused, blushing a little. As the others looked at him, he cringed a little and said, "I kinda want... that to be just for James!"
"Awwwww!" Danny called out as he grabbed the naked boy in a tight hug, their bodies pressing together. "That's so sweet!" he said airily, then suddenly shoved David away as he said, "But that means you're no good to me! Chris, make room!"
"What!?" Chris exclaimed in surprise as he saw Danny approaching. "You don't mean... umm... you mean AFTER Mikey, right?" As he got a wicked grin back, he muttered, "At the same time? Fuck!"
"Fuck!" Nicky grunted in agreement, "No need to touch me, I'll edge just watching that!" He nodded over to the Chris, Danny and Mikey, getting a slightly distracted laugh from the two boys pleasuring him as they looked over to watch too.
"Fuck yeah, get in here!" Mikey said as he stopped Chris bouncing and laid back, spreading his legs wide as he pulled Chris towards him to expose his filled hole.
"Danny!" Chris whimpered.
"Hey," Danny whispered in his boyfriend's ear, "You know it helps to relax, so chill. If it hurts too much, I'll stop, okay!"
"Okay!" Chris whispered back to him.
Applying a liberal amount of lubricant to his throbbing cock, Danny began to press the tip of his cock against the root of Mikey's, then slid it up a little until it met the straining ring of Chris' sphincter. He felt a little give but pulled back. As much as he wanted to get his dick inside Chris, as well as putting on a show for the others, he knew there was no rush and that hurrying would likely just hurt Chris and end the fun. "This may take me a while," he stated, "I believe you had some ruined orgasms to inflict!"
"Great, thanks for that!" Nicky said flatly.
"He's got a point," Rob grinned before he looked at David and asked, "You ever given anyone a ruined orgasm?"
"Not intentionally," David replied, "But this one time..." He stopped mid-sentence, blushed a little and said, "Actually, I have NO need to share that right now!"
"Hnnh, filing that one away for the next game of Truth or Dare!" Rob smirked.
"Totally!" Nicky agreed before letting out a groan as David suddenly plunged the first few inches of the massive cock into his mouth.
While Danny continued his gradual efforts to work his way inside Chris, Rob began teasing Nicky closer to release. As he spotted Nicky getting close, he urged David to take his hands/mouth off and sniggered wickedly, "You ready for number one?"
"No!" Nicky grumbled, thrusting hard into Rob's hands as they grasped at his cock, trying to push himself over the edge.
Rob kept hold, letting Nicky do the work and pulled his hands away at the last moment. "Oh, not QUITE far enough," he said casually as he heard Nicky whimper and moan without cumming. "Just a little more..." he said as he grabbed the enormous prick and gave it a quick flurry of strokes.
"No no no no no," Nicky grunted as his pendulous cock slapped down onto his stomach and began oozing spunk. "Fuck, fuck, you're such a bastard!" Nicky complained as he remained orgasm free, his balls still aching for proper release as the head of his dick rested in the small puddle of spunk it had oozed.
"How long do we wait before we keep going?" David asked eagerly.
Rob shrugged and said, "That's just personal preference. Sometimes it's fun to let them cool off completely..."
"No!" Nicky snapped.
Grinning as he wilfully ignored the pleas, Rob continued, "Or just get straight back to it and give him another one pretty quick! You wanna try this time?"
"Fuck yeah!" David said happily as he reached out to grab at Nicky.
"Ugh, that's SO hot!" Mikey groaned as he watched the other three playing.
"Oy, eyes over here!" Chris said with a smirk as he reached out to turn Mikey's head back towards him, "Or do I need to give you something to keep you more entertained?"
Danny leaned to the side to watch in delight as Chris pulled Mikey into a kiss. With the head of his dick pinched between Chris' ring and Mikey's cock, he felt a throb that could have come from either of them, maybe both! "No, THAT'S hot!" he growled as he watched the two boys make out. He pushed in a little more and heard a grunt echo between Mikey and Chris' mouths, though the kiss didn't part so he took it as permission to go on.
Just a little push more and suddenly... he was in! Chris' hole had given way and, though he squirmed from apparent discomfort, he continued kissing Mikey as the second cock penetrated him.
"Oh my god!" Nicky gasped as he watched.
"Stop!" Rob warned David who immediately pulled his hand back.
Nicky's colossal cock slapped down wetly onto his stomach again and a second load began oozing out as he watched Danny and Mikey double-penetrate Chris. He was so engrossed in the show, he barely even paid attention to his second ruined orgasm.
"See, it's all about the timing!" Rob said with a nod, "Now let's go for number three!"
As Rob and David continued working on Nicky, delivering the four ruined orgasms Rob had promised, Danny began fucking Chris. Pinned beneath them both, Mikey could barely move but he didn't need to. The movement from the pair atop him was stimulating him more than enough to push him towards climax as his dick throbbed alongside Danny's.
As Rob reached out to stroke David's `cute' cock, he returned the favour, the two boys masturbating each other as they casually teased and tormented Nicky. Glancing over at the doorway to the bathroom, Rob noticed Mark and Josh had appeared. Both boys were watching, standing side-by-side as they played with themselves and enjoyed the two displays, though he didn't say anything to draw attention to them.
Unsurprisingly, Nicky was the first to cum, having remained close to the edge since his final ruined orgasm. Though he didn't have much spunk left to shoot, the intensity of the full orgasm soon had him being uncharacteristically loud as he shot. It was like a starting pistol going off for the rest of the boys, with Chris shooting soon after, barely even needing to touch himself to cum as the two dicks impaled him. He happily spurted a sizeable load over Mikey's chest and face.
The pulsating of Chris' anus as he ejaculated seemed to provide the extra nudge of arousal the two penises inside him needed to cross the point of no return, as first one and then the other unloaded inside him in a crescendo of gasps and moans and grunts.
Mark and Josh had cum at some point during the first wave of orgasms, both standing with softening cocks and puddles on the ground ahead of them. It left the room fairly quiet as most of the boys quietly caught their breaths. The only sound of sex still going was the wet squidge or Rob and David, the two circumcised boys in the room, wanking each other with the assistance of a handful of lubricant each. It wasn't long before they had cum too, shooting on each other in an amusing dual display of squirts.
"Well that... definitely beats sitting around... in the dorm!" David said a little breathlessly as he began to come down, getting laughs and agreements from the others as they began to disengage from each other.
After a quick clean-up of the room, a required action after the use of any of the Underground's facilities, the boys all ended up back in the bathroom where they showered off as a group before finding their way back into the hot tub once again. Seemingly keen to enjoy a naked Mark, Chris had happily cuddled up to him on one side, leaving Danny to sit with Rob on another. Mikey had stuck close to Nicky, leaving Josh and David together on the last side.
Although conversation flowed freely around the group, it was a little more subdued than when they had first arrived, all relaxed and spent after their collective fun.
When there came a lull in the conversation, David mused aloud, "Huh, we're halfway!"
"Halfway where?" Josh asked curiously.
Chris suddenly burst into song, "WOAH, we're halfway there, wo-oah, we're living on a prayer!" As he stopped and received seven confused or bemused looks, he shook his head and said, "Bon Jovi? Living on a Prayer? Seriously, no-one?" As he got more confused looks back, he sunk down a little in the water and pouted, "Heathens!"
"Anyway," David said, shaking his head at the musical interlude, "I meant... we're halfway through... Kingswood! Like, next week's half-term, which means we've done three-and-a-half years here, and we have three-and-a-half years left!"
"That can't be right!" Danny said, frowning in disbelief. He raised a hand and started counting out on his fingers for a moment until his eyes widened and he declared, "Oh my god!"
"I know, right," Rob agreed, "It's scary!"
"It's awesome!" Josh declared. He got surprised and confused looks from the rest, particularly from David at his side. He grinned for a moment and said, "Think about how much we've done! And I don't just mean The Incident, The Accident, The Explosion and all that shit, I just mean... this!" He gestured round to them all. "The times we've hung out and had fun or just, done stupid things or done all the sex stuff, or ANY of it. Think how much we've all, like, grown and changed and who we are now, so... think about how awesome it is to see how much we do all that again by the time we finish here. I can't wait!"
"Oh my god, did the cancer make Josh smart?" Mark joked.
"Aww, he's always been smart," Rob replied quickly, then gave a cheesy grin as he added, "He's just REALLY fucking good at acting like an idiot!"
"Yeah I am!" Josh said proudly, then frowned and said, "Wait, what?" It got laughs from all around.
"He's right though," Chris said with a nod. "Think what we were like as scared little year sevens and look at us now!"
"I know, he's like a whole new person!" Nicky said with a wry grin as he pointed to Mark.
"Ha, funny," Chris said flatly as Mark smirked quietly, "But imagine what we'll be like at the end of year thirteen!"
As the others continued musing over the future, Mikey leaned close to Nicky and whispered, "Should I tell them about me?"
Nicky raised a hand and ran it through Mikey's damp hair, it's dark ginger now closer to a reddish brown. "Do you WANT to tell them?" he asked softly. As he got a thoughtful frown followed by a nod back from Mikey, he nodded back at him and said, "Then you should!"
Mikey nodded and turned his attention back to the group. When they fell quiet again a few moments later, he said anxiously, "Guys, I... I have some... news, I suppose!"
All of the usual urges to joke seemed to be held back. They could immediately see the seriousness on Mikey's face.
"Umm, a few of you already know some of this but I wanted to tell the rest of you all of it," Mikey started, gripping tightly onto Nicky as he spoke, "I..." He paused, unsure how to explain it. Encouraged on by Nicky stroking his arm, he took a breath and said, "I think... you probably know I'm not always... like everyone else. I don't always think... or act... quite the way people expect and... and it turns out there's a reason!"
David looked at Nicky curiously. They had spoken previously about Mikey, as David had formed his own theory on what the issue was.
"I've seen some doctors recently and they've told me..." Mikey started, sounding increasingly nervous as he got closer to the point. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm himself before trying again, glad that the recent orgasm had helped clear his head of the voices that might have made this worse. "They say I have schizophrenia!" he admitted.
Nicky gave David a glance and got a gentle nod back.
"Wait, so... is that like that multiple personality thing?" Josh asked, slightly tactless but not malicious in his curiosity.
"No," David interjected before Mikey could, "That's a Hollywood thing. We can talk about that!" He turned to Mikey quickly and looked sheepish as he said, "Sorry, interfering!"
"No, it's good," Mikey said with a slightly tearful nod. "Look, I... I'm having all sorts of treatment, and... and I wanna talk about it more... another time, I just... wanted you all to know. I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? You can shut the fuck up with that shit right away, mate!" Josh scoffed in a display of bluntness that would usually have come FROM Mikey rather than being aimed AT him.
"He's right. You've got a medical condition. You don't apologise for that!" David insisted, "We've all got stuff, it's kind of our thing!"
"Really?" Mikey asked, looking pleasantly surprised.
David nodded and smiled as he replied, "Yeah. I mean, I've got anxiety issues and agoraphobia!"
"Claustrophobia and autophobia!" Chris joined in.
"I've got depression!" Danny said, raising his hand.
"PTSD over here!" Mark said with a shrug.
"Hey, I had a bit of that too!" Nicky said, offering Mark a very confusing high-five.
"Cancer here!" Josh chuckled.
"I stubbed my toe really badly earlier!" Rob declared. As everyone slowly turned to look at him, he blushed a little and said, "I didn't wanna be left out. Don't judge me for being healthy!"
Silence lingered for a moment before the whole group burst into laughter.
As it died down, Mikey let out a slight sigh and said, "You guys are the best! There is... one more thing I might want your help with when we get back to the dorm!"
While Mikey's mysterious request certainly spurred on their exodus from the Underground, the night had worn on and they knew they needed to get back to their rooms anyway for lights out. They chatted and joked on their way back up and though Mikey joined in, he was distracted as the voices began to return.
<<Don't do it! You know you shouldn't!>>
<<We've always looked out for you!>>
<<They want to change you. They don't want you to be you anymore!>>
<<Why's it called chilli when it's actually really hot?>>
<<You can't trust those doctors. They're trying to trick you!>>
<<It's poison. They wanna poison you!>>
By the time they got back to the dorm, Mikey was virtually shaking. He headed into his room and came back out holding the bottle of pills he had been prescribed.
<<They're toxic. If you take them you'll die!>>
"I'm meant to start taking these," Mikey said as the group sat quietly around him, "But... I'm scared!"
The words alone were enough to shock the boys. Mikey was fearless, almost arrogantly so. To hear him admit to being scared was a surprise, but it wasn't just his words, it was written all over him. The way he almost cowered as he spoke, the fear on his face, the trembling hands.
<<You should be scared. You know what that stuff'll do to you. It's poison!>>
"I trust you all," Mikey said shakily, "And I know... I'm not always gonna be able to... to trust my own mind so... I need you all. I... I need to know that, no matter what, I can believe whatever you tell me. It helps when I hear things from you guys because I know you look out for me like you look out for each other!"
"Of course!" David said with a firm nod. "We've got you, Mikey!"
<<Well that's clearly a lie!>>
"But I might not always BE Mikey," Mikey said nervously. "When I start taking these I might... change. I might not BE the same person!"
Josh shuffled a little closer to Mikey and grabbed his hand. Waiting for the terrified boy to look at him, he offered a sweet smile and said, "I love Mikey, we all do and we want you to be okay, so if you start taking them and you DO change... well, I guess that just means we all get a new Mikey to fall in love with all over again!"
Mikey nodded as tears trickled down his cheeks, listening as the rest of the boys all agreed with Josh's words. "That's really nice," he sniffed. "Now I feel bad... for drawing that penis on your head the other day!"
Josh gasped and said, "I KNEW it was you!" before bursting into laughter with the rest of the group.
<<You're not buying this crap, are you? You're a fucking moron if you do! DO NOT take the pills. Taking that pill is basically the same as jumping off the roof!>>
Mikey sniffled as he winced at the shouting in his head, but offered Josh a smile as he opened the bottle and tipped a single tablet out into his palm.
<<Don't do it!>>
A cup of water was passed through the group, ending up with Josh who held it out to Mikey and offered a meek smile.
Mikey stared down at the pill, up at the boys around him, then back down again... and raised his hand to his mouth. He quickly grabbed the water and gulped it down to swallow the pill as everyone burst into cheers and grabbed him in a mass hug, shouting their support and love for him.
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/