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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 34
Friday 22 April 2022
Rob sat back, half-heartedly playing with his half-erect dick while paying half his attention to the other two thirds of his throuple. Or for anyone who doesn't like fractions, he was playing with a semi while Luke was fucking Jazz across the room. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy what he was seeing – Luke was hot, Jazz was hot and seeing them in the throes of passion was enjoyable – he just knew what would follow shortly.
"Fuck, d... don't... clench like that!" Luke gasped as he felt the younger boy's hole tighten around his dick. "You'll make me... cum!" he panted.
"Thought that was kinda the whole idea," Jazz sniggered, a hand casually stroking over his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs. It got a laugh from Luke.
Rob definitely liked seeing Jazz being pleasured in that particular position, as every breath made the other boy's developing muscles disappear and reappear over and over. Jazz had joined the school eight months ago, the same time Mark had joined Rob's dorm.
Both new boys had changed a lot in that time, but while Mark's change was in his personality, with his burgeoning stupid sense of humour and his confidence, the change in Jazz was mostly physical. He was easily ten centimetres taller than he had been at the start of the year, much like Rob, but while Rob had retained the slight chunkiness he had going into Year 9, Jazz seemed to have simply been stretched out, puppy fat melting away to reveal a physique that rivalled Danny or Mark's. Jazz had always been attractive, but at some unknown point in the last few months he had crossed the line from cute boy' to hot young man' and it was only in the quiet moments of observation like this that Rob really got to appreciate it.
Luke had changed too. Not so much on the physical side, still standing below average height for a Year 11 (and much to his annoyance, the same height as his two younger lovers) and still healthily slim. The change in Luke had been in his attitude, his interests... his desires! Rob hadn't really seen the change coming, though looking back it was always there, creeping along glacially until they officially started dating Jazz, when it truly emerged. He had gone from disinterested or only mildly curious about anal, to a voracious and eager top, always looking for his next fuck. Thankfully, Jazz was always more than happy to comply, as rapacious in bottoming as Luke was in topping, but Rob was finding himself increasingly expected to join in too.
A few weeks earlier, on the one-year anniversary of getting together with Luke, Rob had reluctantly agreed to bottom for the first time. To say it had not been a good experience was an understatement, leaving Rob hurt both physically and emotionally. Since then, every day with Luke and Jazz, every time they snuck off for a sexual liaison, every time he saw the horniness rise in the elder of his two boyfriend, he knew what was coming and it was getting harder and harder to avoid.
"I DO wanna cum," Luke said breathlessly, "But... not in you this time!"
Rob felt his stomach churn and his butthole clench as he did his best to act like he hadn't heard the comment, avoiding eye contact with Luke.
"Yesss!" Jazz hissed excitedly. As keen as Luke seemed to be to get his dick back inside Rob, Jazz appeared just as keen to witness it, desperate to see Rob enjoying one of his own favourite activities.
"C'mon Rob, your turn!" Luke said as he pulled out of Jazz.
"Erm... we... we should probably finish up soon," Rob said, avoiding the request. "The Fothergill bus is due any time now, we wouldn't wanna miss `em getting here! You know how much they love seeing you!" he said, hoping to get Jazz on side.
"Meh, they can wait, come onnnnn. I've been dying to see you getting fucked ever since you told me you'd done it. Pleeeeeease!" Jazz pleaded as he got up and walked over to Rob.
"It's... I mean... I... erm..." Rob stuttered, beginning to feel nauseous.
Jazz leaned down to kiss Rob, cupping the back of his head with one hand as the other caressed his chest.
Rob did feel slightly better from the affectionate contact, but as he felt another pair of hands grab at him he tensed up again. He pulled out of the kiss to find Luke looming over him.
"Come on, Jazz wants a show. You don't wanna let him down, do you?" Luke asked, putting an arm around Jazz who put on his saddest expression.
Rob's mouth flapped as he tried to object, desperate to find an excuse, because an excuse was always easier than actually saying how he felt.
"You know you love it!" Luke said confidently. He looked to Jazz and grinned as he said, "You shoulda seen how hard he got last time! He's as into it as you are!"
Rob shrunk inwards slightly. He HAD got hard when Luke was fucking him the first time, though Luke had been playing with his nipples at the time, something that got him hard in literally any circumstance.
"Come on, we know you're up for it!" Jazz said with a wry grin as he reached out and grabbed one of Rob's nipples. Luke copied and started tweaking the other.
Cursing his own reaction to the touches, Rob felt his cock throb as any attempt to resist seemed to fade away and he allowed himself to be turned over. Lying face-down on the bench with his feet on the ground, Luke spread Rob's arse cheeks while Jazz continued to reach beneath and play with Rob's hyper-sensitive nipple.
"Okay," Luke said, having very briefly fingered the near-virginal hole with some lubricant, "Here goes!"
As Rob felt the dick pushing into him, he raised a hand to his mouth and bit down on his own clenched fist as he endured the pain. He kept his face down, resting on his other hand and concealed from Jazz as Luke slowly increased the pace.
"Fuck," Jazz exclaimed. "That's so hot!" he growled, one hand still tweaking at Rob's nipple while his other one stroked his own dick rapidly.
"Ah yeah, he's so tight," Luke said, shuddering as he pushed into Rob once again. He reached down and round to grasp at Rob's erection, pulling it so it pointed down between his legs. "And he's so fucking hard!"
Rob just let out a whimper, helpless to resist as he laid being pleasured by the other two as the pain radiated out from his forcefully-stretched hole.
"Ah, oh fuck, jesus..." Luke groaned as the tightness around his raging erection helped push him closer and close to release. "Gonna cum soon," he gasped, nodding to Jazz.
"Yeah," Jazz gasped, stroking himself towards climax as well. He finally released Rob's nipple as he stood up beside him and spurted a sizeable load across the prone boy's back.
"Shit, that's... ugh... yusss!" Luke gasped, his excitement heightened by the sight of Jazz's eager ejaculation. "Ah, I'm cumming, babe, I'm cumming," he gasped as he grasped at Rob's hips, holding him as he began to shoot. He convulsed and shuddered his way through the release before slowly pulling out.
Rob whimpered as he felt the dick slide out of him, a small glob of spunk coming with it, dribbling down his inner thigh. He felt Luke stay at his side. He wiped his face on the back of his hand before looking round at him, forcing a smile.
"That was amazing, babe. You're awesome!" Luke said, smiling proudly as he leaned in for a kiss. He added a quiet, "I love you so much!" as he pulled away.
Rob wasn't sure how to react. Luke genuinely seemed to believe he liked it. Rob had brief moments where he thought his boyfriend was taking pleasure in the pain, but the look of absolute delight, the genuine gratitude, the obvious sexual satisfaction - it was undeniable.
"Hey, where's mine?" Jazz asked, throwing himself over Rob to get in on the kissing action but immediately regretting it as he felt his own load, smeared over Rob's back, squelching between their bodies.
"Ewwwww!" Rob chuckled as he felt it, but he was soon silenced by a kiss from Jazz who was just amused but mostly unbothered by the messiness. He winced a little as Jazz slid over him, moving on to kiss Luke. He rolled over, feeling the sharp pain in his rectum and only just hiding a whimper of pain. "We really should go meet the Fothergill guys," Rob said, getting a grunt of agreement from the other two before he was pulled to join them in a three-way kiss.
Saturday 23 April 2022
"I know you guys are gonna do great today!" Danny said confidently as they all sat at breakfast.
"Thanks," Mark said with a sincere smile.
"Yeah, we're so ready!" Rob said, with confidence that matched Danny's.
Josh just scowled at Danny before turning his attention back to his breakfast.
The others all exchanged curious looks at the reaction. Josh had been in a mood with Danny all week and so far none of them had figured out why. Many had their suspicions, but attempts to talk to Josh about it had been met with either stony silence or aggressive insistence to `mind your own fucking business', and now nobody really dared to ask anymore. Even Mikey and Rob, his two closest friends, had been unable to get any answers from him, so they figured it just needed to run its course.
Danny shook his head slightly in frustration. He had found himself on the bad side of half of the dorm, for a range of reason, upon returning from the easter break, but they were all mostly resolved. Chris and Mark had expressed their annoyance at his interference into their relationship, so Danny was now staying out of it which seemed to have resolved things. Mikey had been pissed at him for fooling around with his new friend, Harley, and Danny never had any intentions of doing more stuff with him anyway, so that was resolved too. It had mostly been a week of lying low and keeping his distance from people, something Danny suspected he would need to continue to do until whatever was happening with Josh either blew over or blew up!
"We're the reigning champs, and we have the home field advantage," Rob said, keeping to the conversation about the upcoming rugby match, "So the odds are with us to an extent!"
"Only just!" David chimed in. "Fifty-one percent chance of victory for Kingswood by my calculations!" David had never really been a fan of any sports directly, but he had always gone out of his way to support his friends when they were playing. He entertained himself more by reviewing statistics and figures than by watching the actual games.
"Fifty-three percent!" James interjected, the Year 11 boy having come to sit with David as part of an attempt to reintegrate him into his old friend group.
"We disagree on the maths!" David said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, if by disagree you mean mine is right and yours is wrong!" James argued back.
"You're the one that's wrong. My argument is backed up by actual statistics, yours is only backed up by you insisting you're right, like a petulant child!" David scowled.
"My calculations are unassailable, you innumerate whelp!" James said accusingly.
As the eloquent squabbling continued, Chris leaned towards Mark and whispered, "Is it... weird that I find this kinda hot?"
"No, nerd fights are sexy," Mark chuckled back. "We should throw on some baby oil and watch them argue over how to calculate the viscosity!"
Chris let out a low shuddery groan. "That is probably the sexiest thing you've ever said. Say more things like that!" he giggled.
"Co-efficient!" Mark growled back. "Binominal! Denominator!"
Chris shuddered again as he chuckled and said, "Ugh, geekgasm!"
"I know maths too," Danny muttered, though it was only Nicky who heard, patting him gently on the arm as he smirked.
"Well either way," Rob interjected as David and James continued to squabble, "It's good to hear the odds are with us, but odds don't win matches, people do!"
"Ugh, that's so cheesy!" Mikey said, shaking his head.
"You should hear his pre-match pep-talks!" Mark said with a smirk. "They're even cheesier than Danny's!"
"Heyyyyy!" Rob and Danny both whined at the same time, getting a laugh from the others... except Josh who continued brooding.
The playful chatter continued through breakfast, until the boys got up to leave, ready to head over to the Sports Complex for the first match of the day's rugby finals. The Year 10 match was up first, though the Kingswood Year 10s had not made it to the final, meaning both sides playing were visitors to Kingswood, with King Edwards facing Eversham.
As he stepped out of the Dining Hall, Nicky felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He jumped a little, getting a laugh from the others as he turned to see Angel had been waiting for him. "I'll catch up with you guys," Nicky said as he waved off his sniggering friends. "Hey, whassup?" he asked as he turned back to Angel. It was always a pleasantly strange feeling when he saw the boy. The previous year, seeing him or even just hearing his name would have gripped Nicky with abject fear, yet now the boy was one of his closest friends outside of the dorm.
"How d'you feel about spying on people?" Angel asked cryptically.
Nicky frowned. "If you mean, like, hidden cameras in the showers, then... hard no, but... just being a nosey bitch... I could be interested. Who we spying on?"
Angel sniggered as he said, "Don't worry, it's more the second one, and here, follow me!" He led Nicky back to the door of the Dining Hall and gestured discretely to the near end of the Year 7 table.
"Ror?" Nicky asked in surprise. He looked at the Year 7 boy he had met briefly the previous week, when he approached them for help as part of Angel's anti-bullying initiative.
"Yeah," Angel replied. "Then you see the guy three seats up from him, the other Asian one, that's Makoto!" he explained as Nicky's eyes followed the guide. "And the two white kids sat opposite him! The blonde one's Teddy and the ginger one's Eoin!"
"Is this about bullying?" Nicky asked, then smirked and added, "Or am I screening new boyfriend options?"
"Well Eoin's kinda cute, though that's probably cos I have a thing for Irish guys," Angel smirked, "But no, it's about the bullying!"
Nicky nodded away from the door and they moved back, heading down the corridor, the opposite way to most of the others boys. "Okay, what's the deal?" he asked curiously.
Angel frowned as he shook his head a little. "Well you know we were never intended to be, like... there to fix all their problems for them, we were just gonna give `em someone to talk to and encourage them to report bullying the proper way?" Nicky nodded. "Well Ror didn't seem to want to report it, no matter how much I tried to get him to, so I kinda started looking into it myself!"
"And?" Nicky prompted, intrigued.
Angel shook his head. "There's definitely... stuff going on with that lot, but... I dunno, they all just blame each other. Ror says Eoin and Makoto are being mean about him, Makoto says it's Ror who's the bully and insists that Teddy agrees, but Teddy says they're all as bad as each other and Eoin insists they're all just blowing it out of proportion, so I really don't know what to think!"
"Sounds annoyingly complicated!" Nicky said, raising an eyebrow.
"It is! But I kinda promised I'd get to the bottom of it, and I know I could just, like, sit them all down and be like, `sort your shit out' but I know if I do they'll all just start blaming each other, so I want to KNOW what's happening before I do that!" Angel explained.
"Ah, so you want me to watch `em and figure it out," Nicky said with a nod. "Okay, I guess I can give it a go!"
"You're the best!" Angel said happily, grabbing the much taller boy in a hug.
"Oh I know," Nicky said with a smirk, "But always good to hear it again!"
"Oy, dickhead!" Mikey called out. Many of the boys around him looked worried, backing off slightly for fear of incurring his wrath.
"What up, wankstain!" Harley replied, surprising the nearby boys even more. To so openly insult one of the scariest Year 9s seemed brave, but for such a diminutive boy, it seemed outright stupid.
Mikey glared back for a moment then snorted with laughter. "Nice!" he said as he approached Harley.
The boys around them breathed a collective sigh of relief as they continued about what they were doing.
"Was just scoping out the competition," Mikey said, nodding over to the collection of Year 9 rugby players from Fothergill.
"I know, some of them are hot. And I got to see `em all doing a full practice naked. It was SO hot!" Harley said cheerily.
"Not what I meant," Mikey said, his brow furrowing, though it unfurrowed as he glanced round at them and said, "But yeah... I can kinda see that!" Many of the Fothergill boys were, undeniably, very hot. He shook his head as he looked back to Harley and said, "But yeah, totally not what I meant. I just think they're... all a bit big, like, compared to you!"
Harley gave a dismissive shrug and said, "Everyone's big compared to me. Most Year 7s are bigger than me, the cheeky bastards!"
"Then... maybe rugby's not the game for you!" Mikey insisted.
Harley smirked as he shook his head. "I was small when I joined the rugby team and that hasn't changed!" he insisted. "I play cos I enjoy it, I know I'm at a disadvantage, but I'm kinda like Josh, I'm quick and I'm sneaky. I may not be tackling any of those freakish giants..."
"You mean those regular-sized humans," Mikey interjected.
"Those freakish giants!" Harley insisted, "But I'm useful to the team in other ways, and even if I wasn't... it's fun!"
"Yeah, but... they're so much bigger. They might... squish you!" Mikey said, blushing a little.
A grin spread across Harley's face as he said, "Aww, are you worried about me? That's so sweet!"
"No, piss off!" Mikey argued petulantly.
"Hey," Harley said, reaching out to casually touch Mikey's arm. "If I get killed during then match, I promise not to get mad when you avenge me!"
Mikey pouted for a moment, avoiding eye contact before he muttered, "I'd make a fucking amazing Avenger!"
"Totally!" Harley agreed, smiling sweetly. "Grrr. Argh! Mikey SMASH!" he said, gesturing some punches.
"Hey, why am I Hulk?" Mikey asked, mildly offended.
Harley raised his eyebrows as he said, "Seriously?"
Mikey rolled his eyes, tutted and said, "Fine!"
Harley sniggered and stroked Mikey's arm again as he said, "I'll be fine. Thank you for... not caring!"
"Whatever!" Mikey huffed. "Just make sure you win, tosspot!" He headed off to join his dormmates to watch the first game of the day, but frowned as he found half of them were missing. "Where is everyone?" he demanded as he sat down next to Danny.
"Nicky's... off up there for some reason," Danny said, gesturing further down the stand where Nicky was sat behind a group of Year 7 boys. "David and James went off to settle their... whatever that fucking argument was at breakfast was about. Mark and Chris are... well, I don't know, I could guess but I'm staying out of it, and Josh is probably still avoiding me!"
Rob hummed thoughtfully from beside Danny. He leaned forward to look at Mikey and asked, "He said anything to you?"
Mikey shrugged and said, "Don't know, don't care. I'm his mate, not his fucking babysitter!"
As Rob went to say something back, Danny just raised his hand a little and shook his head, knowing Mikey was clearly ready for an argument if provoked. "Chocolate?" Danny asked, pulling a bag of Minstrels from his pocket as he offered them to Mikey.
Rob smirked, remembering the technique he and some of the others had developed in Year 7 for handling Mikey's common mood swings, which had also involved chocolate. As he glanced round and spotted Luke further down the stands, he let out a gentle sigh and shuffled closer to Danny.
Finally giving in to Mikey's silent demands as he let him take the bag of sweets entirely, Danny looked round at Rob and whispered, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Rob replied unconvincingly as he looped his arm through Danny's and leaned on his shoulder.
"Nervous about your match?" Danny asked curiously, not sure what else it could be.
Rob was actually quite confident about the match, even before the mathematical reassurance at breakfast, but it made for a more convenient way out of Danny's question as he replied, "Yeah, that's all, just... pre-match nerves!"
Danny wasn't sure he believed Rob, but it really wasn't the time or place to get into it, especially as the match was just getting started, so he just reached down to comfortingly stroke Rob's leg, getting a sigh in response.
"Are we done?" Josh asked moodily as he stood naked, patiently.
"I beg your pardon?" Mr Rudd replied, his expression neutral but the tone conveying his annoyance.
Josh huffed and asked more politely, "Are we done now, sir?"
Mr Rudd folded his arms as he relaxed back in his chair, where he had remained, working away for the last hour as Josh stood by patiently. "Unless you finally feel like telling me what's caused this... recent attitude," the teacher said curtly.
"No attitude sir, just doing as I'm told!" Josh said back bluntly, being very deliberate in making clear his reversion to calling the teacher sir' rather than daddy' as he had done back in the previous term.
"We both know there's more to it than that," Mr Rudd said, shaking his head a little.
"If we both know it then you really don't need me to tell you it, do you sir?" Josh said petulantly. He knew he was pushing it, but his own temper had frayed increasingly over the last week. He had caught the man having sex with another student (at least, it sounded like a student) during the camping trip and as they resumed their `self-control' lessons upon starting the new term, Josh had found himself just getting angrier and angrier at the man for not confessing his crimes. He knew the man was seeing Danny behind his back!
Mr Rudd let out a long, deep sigh as he shook his head again. "I thought we were making real progress, Josh, but it seems we may have taken this as far as I am able to help you!" he explained.
Josh's expression suddenly switched from angry frustration to total dismay as he asked, "Wait are you... breaking up with me?" He blushed heavily and said, "I mean... ending our, erm... meetings?"
"Well something has clearly gone astray and I can't fix a problem I don't understand, so I'm afraid we may have to!" Mr Rudd explained.
"Wait, no, I'm sorry!" Josh whimpered. "Please... please don't end it!" he said, his jaw quivering.
The teacher sighed again as he said, "Josh, I don't understand where you're coming from and until you start talking to me, I never will!"
"You cheated on me!" Josh blurted out angrily.
Mr Rudd looked slightly bemused as he puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly before he asked, "Yeah, you're going to need to elaborate on that a bit, Josh!"
"I heard you, on the camping trip, right after your whole `oh, let's just stick to being teacher and student' speech FUCKING another student!" Josh snarled angrily.
"Okay," Mr Rudd nodded. "Well first of all, given the... uniqueness of our relationship I'll overlook your tone just now, but I would remind you that you should speak to me in a respectful manner!" he said calmly as he stood.
It was the calmness that actually intimidated Josh the most as he took a slight step away.
"And I'm unsure exactly WHAT you heard, but I can assure you, you did NOT hear me fucking ANY student!" Mr Rudd said firmly.
"He... he said... `you're gonna make me cum, sir', I heard it!" Josh said accusingly, though somewhat less aggressively now.
"Let's ignore the fact that you were both spying and obviously out of your tent when you were not supposed to be for a moment, Josh. Regardless of what you may have heard, what goes on in my private life is absolutely NONE of your business!" Mr Rudd said, shaking his head as he towered over Josh.
"But... but I thought... that we..." Josh stuttered.
"I am your teacher, Josh, and while my methods are... outside of usual techniques, that remains what I am. I am your teacher, and you are my student!" the man explained firmly.
"But the stuff we did, the... the things we talk about, I thought..." Josh sniffed heavily and whimpered, "I thought you cared!"
"Okay, come here," Mr Rudd said, placing a hand on Josh's bare back to lead him over to the sofa where they sat down, side-by-side, but turned to face each other. "I do care about you Josh. Very much so, in fact. I think you are a wonderful, very special boy with a lot of potential that I want to see you grow into and perhaps I should have been clearer up front, but our time together, enjoyable as it may be for both of us, is very much intended to help you."
"It does help!" Josh said quietly with a gentle nod.
"Good," Mr Rudd smiled, "But you NEED to understand, we're not dating, we're not hooking up, we're not in a relationship. I'm sorry if I have led you to believe otherwise."
"No, no, you... you didn't," Josh said, feeling a bit sheepish. "So... does that mean you... `teach' other students too?" he asked awkwardly.
"Of course I do, I'm a teacher, it's literally what I'm here for!" Mr Rudd said with a slight smirk.
"I mean... teach them, erm... the ways you teach me things," Josh clarified.
"Josh, how would you feel about me telling other people about what you and I do together in private?" the teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not good," Josh mumbled.
Mr Rudd nodded. "Exactly, so do you really think it would be fair of me to tell you what I do with others?" he asked disapprovingly.
"I guess not," Josh sighed.
"Exactly," Mr Rudd reassured him. "Now you need to forget about what else I may be doing when I'm not with you. What matters is the time we DO have together and hopefully now we can start putting it to better use again!"
"Yes... sir," Josh said, hesitating for a moment.
"Oh!" Mr Rudd nodded. "Is it... because of what I let you call me?" he asked. "Is that what making you think what we have is... more than it is?"
"No!" Josh insisted. "I mean... it did make me think, erm... no, I... I like calling you that cos... cos..." he paused.
"Josh, it doesn't really take a rocket scientist... or a psychologist, I suppose..." Mr Rudd started, thoughtfully, "To figure out why you choose to call me that and how you might feel because of it."
"I'm so stupid!" Josh sniffed, unable to look at the teacher, staring down at his own hands instead.
"Oh Josh, you're not stupid," Mr Rudd said, reaching out to grab his shoulder. "I mean, you're no A Grade student," he said, smiling as he got a chuckle from Josh, "But you're not stupid. You're hurt and you're dealing with things most people in your life will NEVER understand, however much they might try to, but I promise whatever you're feeling is NOT stupid."
"Thanks," Josh said, still a little timid.
"And while I meant what I said about... the nature of our relationship, there IS one thing you might be interested to know," Mr Rudd said, pausing until Josh finally made eye contact. "You are absolutely, by a very long way, my very favourite student!"
Josh blushed and looked away again as he said, "I bet you say that to all of us!"
Mr Rudd reached out and placed a finger under Josh's chin, raising his head to force eye contact that he held for several seconds before he said, "I really don't... son!"
Josh's breath caught in his throat. As much as he had been desperately holding back throughout most of the exchange, that single word alone broke down what was left of the barrier holding him back. He burst into tears and lunged forward as he whimpered, "Daddy!"
"So, Mr Captain man, ready for your arse-kicking?" Josef asked with a smirk as he approached Rob.
"Sure, but then we really need to get out there and play some rugby!" Rob joked, forcing a smile as he accepted a fist-bump.
"Ha, funny. If you play rugby as well as you tell jokes... well, we'll still win," the Fothergill captain sniggered.
"Hey, you haven't beaten us so far!" Rob said as they started walking along. Both boys had agreed to meet up and chat before the match, just a chance for the two captains to catch up, having bonded over their previous match.
"Not lost to you either," Josef said confidently. "Maybe we should make another bet on the outcome. I think it's safe to say my team'd love to get their hands on yours, and I think the feeling is probably mutual."
Rob hummed thoughtfully as he shook his head. "Nah, I kinda want this one to just be about the rugby. Not everything has to be about sex!" he said, wincing a little at the mention of the `s' word.
"Oh, so not even a bet between captains. I reckon whichever one of us loses, neither of us'd be unhappy with the outcome," Josef said with a wink, reaching down to give Rob's butt a playful slap.
Rob went to object, but the words caught in his throat and he winced yet again. He knew what he wanted to say... needed to say... but as much as he liked Josef, he was a relative stranger. He held it back as best he could.
"Hey," Josef said, frowning instantly as he noticed the reaction, and the expression that came with it. "You... okay?"
The question, simple as it was, managed to push Rob over the edge. As he raised his hands to his face, he burst into heavy sobs.
Josef stood, a little unsure of exactly what he was supposed to do. "R... Rob... wh... what is it?" he asked shakily.
Rob sniffed heavily and gulped down a deep breath before he wiped his eyes with both hands. Feeling more than a little embarrassed about the breakdown, he just shook his head and said, "Sorry, it's nothing, it's fine!"
"It's clearly not nothing OR fine!" Josef said, shaking his head. "Are you... even okay to play?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Rob said, sniffing again.
Josef frowned as he said, "Look mate, I ain't gonna pry when you clearly don't wanna tell me, but... erm, you CAN if you need to, but even if you don't talk to me about whatever's going on, talk to someone, okay?"
Rob stared back thoughtfully for a moment then nodded solemnly. "I will," he said unconvincingly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make this weird. Can we just... pretend it didn't happen?"
"Pretend what didn't happen?" Josef asked with a wry grin.
Rob gave a timid smile and nodded gently as they continued walking, preparing for the match.
"Had a good morning?" Danny asked casually, slightly cautious as he leaned closer to Chris.
Chris blushed a little, having spent the entire morning hanging out with Mark. "Yeah, I have!" he said with a restrained grin.
"I swear I'm not interfering again when I ask this, but have you two..." Danny started, finishing the question with an unsubtle eyebrow raise.
"No, he's... not really ready, plus I wouldn't wanna risk getting caught doing stuff and getting Mark in trouble," Chris whispered back. He raised his wrist to signify he was referring to the `black band' he wore, a symbol of his ongoing punishment for misuse of The Milker, which forbade sexual contact with others.
"Oh, charming, so you're fine trying to get off with me and possibly getting me in trouble, but not Mark. Nice!" Danny said, only half joking.
"Well you'd like whatever punishment they gave you," Chris replied with a smirk.
Danny blushed for a moment as he said, "I wish that wasn't true!" He had never shared with Chris the repercussions of the stand he had taken against the Year 13s.
Chris snorted with laughter but quickly composed himself and said, "It's not like we're doing stuff anyway, not unless you've changed your mind about..."
"I haven't!" Danny said firmly. "It's the woods or nothing!"
Chris let out a low groan. It had been two months now since Chris was put into chastity and to say he was frustrated was an understatement. The most action he was likely to get was being fucked, but with the entire school knowing he was banned from sexual activity, and facing punishment for doing anything with him, even that was impossible to come by... except from Danny! His best friend had offered to fuck him, but only on the condition that they went off into the woods to do it... the woods where Danny had almost died, the source of Chris' biggest and most uncontrollable phobia. "Maybe you're just not horny enough," he said, shuffling closer to the other teen.
"Oh, I'm plenty horny, thank you!" Danny said, shaking his head.
"We'll see about that!" Chris whispered, reaching across to discretely slip his hand inside the waistband of Danny's sweatpants. He let his fingers search their way into his underwear to grasp at a cock that was already swelling.
"Geddoff!" Danny hissed, trying to pull Chris' hand out.
"Careful, make too big a fuss and people are gonna know we're... doing stuff. You just know a big crowd like this'd love to see you earn a really nasty punishment!" Chris said back with a wicked grin. "Oh my god, I felt that!" he added as he felt Danny's cock throb at the suggestion. "Do you... WANT me to get you in trouble!"
"No! Definitely not!" Danny said firmly. Exciting as it would have been to store in his wank bank, Chris was right, getting caught now would result in a very public punishment for him, and considering he was already in Mr Rudd's bad books for `lack of self-control', the last thing he needed was to make the man think he was doing even more publicly-inappropriate activity.
"This is fun," Chris whispered as he playfully squeezed at the erection his in his grasp.
"Ugh, how long you gonna do that for?" Danny whispered.
"How long's the match?" Chris replied, grinning wickedly.
Danny grunted at the comment, and despite his obvious annoyance, let the hand remain working away at his rigid prick.
The roar of the crowd was deafening. Even the supporters of the losing team were loudly celebrating as Rob lifted the trophy for the Kingswood team. It had been a hell of a fight. Both the Fothergill and Kingswood teams had seemed fairly evenly matched going into the final, as proven by their two previous ties, but the match that had just played out before the thrilled crowd made it even more apparent. Fothergill had taken an early lead before Kingswood took it. Back and forth it had gone right up to the final whistle, with the home team winning by the tightest of margins.
Holding the trophy aloft, Rob was mobbed by his ecstatic team, who lifted him up to sit on Mark and Kevin's shoulders as they paraded the trophy for the crowd. As Rob's eyes drifted across the stands he couldn't help smiling at many of the happy faces he spotted. His dormmates, along with the rest of the non-rugby-playing Year 9s were still cheering wildly. Rob's mentor, Sam, along with the other players' mentors looked inordinately proud of their young proteges. Then there was Luke, cheering as wildly as the Year 9s and beaming proudly at both of his boyfriends.
Despite the sheer joy of the moment, Rob felt a slight heaviness in his chest as he looked at Luke. He had felt so unhappy about what had happened the night before, to the point of telling himself what Luke had done was wrong, but looking up now he could see there was absolutely nothing but love in his eyes. It had clearly just been a misunderstanding, Rob had obviously misread the situation, that was all it had been. Putting the unwelcome thoughts aside, he waved the trophy again and triggered a new wave of cheers.
As the Fothergill team lined up, ready to do the traditional handshakes with the opposing players, Rob happily thanked each of his opponents for an amazing match. When he reached the end of the line and took Josef's hand, he felt himself get pulled forward into a hug.
"Gonna get ya next year!" Josef said, not even needing to lower his voice over the noise around them.
"You're welcome to try!" Rob sniggered back.
"And get thinking up some fun bets. My team's already got things in mind for you Kingswood losers!" Josef taunted as he pulled away.
"Losers? Did you not see our trophy?" Rob replied, shaking his head. "And don't worry, next time... your arse is mine... and I'm not talking figuratively!"
"Sounds like fun!" Josef chuckled. He leaned in close and whispered, "Are you really okay?"
Rob paused for a moment, staring at the Fothergill captain for a moment before he took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I... I am!" he said quietly.
Up in the stands, Chris was still giving Danny's crotch teasing pokes every now and then. He had continued his teasing right through the match, to the point where Danny's underwear was drenched with pre-cum, though that was as far as he had taken him.
"So," Chris asked as he leaned close. "Changed your mind about that fuck yet?"
Danny scowled and asked, "You changed your mind about the woods yet?"
"Ah come on," Chris whined. "Please. You can't care more about THAT than you do about... ya know... getting off!"
"No, I care about YOU more than I care about getting off!" Danny said back firmly.
"God, you're so annoying!" Chris growled.
"Yeah, actually caring about you. I'm clearly such a bastard!" Danny said sarcastically.
"Am I missing something juicy?" Mikey suddenly asked, leaning on from behind. "What you arguing about?"
"WE'RE NOT ARGUING!" Danny and Chris shouted back at him in unison. They looked at each other and smirked for a moment, but it quickly dropped.
"Look, you know the deal," Danny said, very conscious they were now being watched. "Are we... going there or not?"
Chris glanced off ahead. The woodlands surrounded the school on all sides, so even though the actual spot where the accident happened was behind them, they effectively served the same purpose in reminding Chris about it. "No, we're not," he said quietly.
"Fine!" Danny huffed. "Then I'm going to find Brian!" he said, barging past Chris to leave the stands.
Sunday 24 April 2022
The Battle of the Bands was one of the most popular events in the SCIPS calendar. Each of the eight schools performed a 3-song set, with an impartial panel of judges ultimately deciding the top 3 to win prizes. The first-place winners also received a slot for an encore performance at the SCIPS closing event that took place near the end of the school year.
Today, Kingswood was having its own Battle of the Bands in order to decide who would represent them in this year's competition. Ultimately it would be up to Mr Yaeger, the school's music teacher and music club leader, to make the final decision. Some years he had put through a single band with a 3-song set, while other years he had chosen 3 separate bands, each performing one song from the required categories.
"So, you guys living up to your name?" Jenson from dorm 1.10 asked as he sniggered at the four members the opposing band.
Most Year groups in the school had only gotten a single band through to the day's final selection, but with a particularly talented group of boys in Year 9, two bands from their year were attending. Triple Jay' was the first, made up of Jenson, Justin and Jazz from dorm 1.10, while the other was Stage Fright', whose members included Chris, Nicky, Mikey and Mark.
"Nah, we're all good," Chris said confidently, though the way he threw an arm around Nicky slightly betrayed his bravado.
"Chill, I'm good!" Nicky said, shaking his head. The slight dig from Jenson and the nervous move from Chris were both understandable. Nicky's nerves had always been an issue when it came to performing on stage. In fact, it was that particular fear that had inspired the band's name, starting as an in-joke between the members before it properly caught on.
"Hnnh," Chris grunted with a lop-sided grin as he looked at Nicky. "You... really are, aren't you!"
Nicky smiled as he nodded.
"Jesus, you shoulda seen him before the competition in Year 7," Chris said to Mark with a snigger. "I virtually had to chain him down to stop him doing a runner!"
"Yeah, we all ended up joining them on stage just so he could get through it!" Mikey smirked, twirling a drumstick mindlessly.
"Really?" Mark asked incredulously. He frowned at Nicky and said, "I can't even imagine you nervous!"
"I just hide it well!" Nicky said back, then looked slightly panicked at Chris and added, "But that's not what I'm doing now. I'm good, I promise!"
"You're still not winning!" Jenson interjected, leaning in to interrupt the group.
"Piss of Jenson!" Mikey scowled.
Ignoring the comment, Jenson grabbed Jazz and Justin, throwing an arm around each of them. "We're already a team of champions!" he said confidently, referring to the rugby win the three of them had been part of the previous day.
"Erm... we got a champion too!" Nicky said, gesturing to Mark, who was also on the rugby team.
"Actually we got two champions!" Mikey said confidently. "Cos we've got me as well!"
"And what exactly are you the champion of?" Jenson asked with a derisive smirk.
"Of shoving that guitar so far up your arse you'll have to fart to strike a chord, now PISS. OFF!" Mikey threatened.
"Geez, chill," Jenson huffed, quickly backing away.
As Nicky gave Mikey a disapproving look, he waved dismissively and said, "Oh unclench, I wouldn't have actually done it!" As Nicky looked away, still shaking his head, Mikey muttered, "I woulda just punched the cunt!"
"What was that?" Nicky snapped.
"Was just saying you're so beautiful and talented!" Mikey said with a cheesy grin.
"This is gonna be a long day," Nicky grumbled.
Out in front of the stage, the seats were filling up ready for the performances. It may only have been a competition to decide who would represent the school, but it was still guaranteed to be a good show and the students were all excited to see the range of musical talent.
Sitting with the rest of dorm 1.09, Danny had been quietly chatting to Rob when Adrian leaned in from behind and said, "Huh, interesting, isn't it!"
"What is?" Danny asked flatly. As one of his best friends, Danny knew Adrian exceptionally well, which meant he knew the tone Adrian was using. Some kind of insult was coming.
"Well, it's just Chris is gonna be up there, making beautiful music with three guys. Two of `em are guys he HAS dated, one of them's a guy he's GOING to be dating and yet none of them are... you! Weird right!"
Thankfully Adrian had said it quietly enough that only Danny heard it, and maybe Rob who was sat beside him. But still, Danny's jaw dropped slightly as he turned to look at Adrian and said quietly, "Fuck, that was... really unnecessary!"
Adrian looked a little sheepish as he saw he had actually upset Danny and said, "Sorry, just..." He paused to sigh. "Bad day!"
"Yeah, well don't take it out on me!" Danny huffed, turning back round watch the stage as the first act was getting in position.
"Hey, let's make this more interesting," Kevin Wood said loudly. "Let's make guesses about how many people who are gonna be on stage Danny's fucked!"
As Danny turned to say something insulting back, Tommy Lewis replied, "We could just make it easier and count the ones he HASN'T!" Laughter came from the whole group of Year 9s.
"Okay, but in that case, I'm putting all my money on zero!" Anthony Hall interjected, getting more laughs.
Danny just scowled again and turned back to the stage as the laughter continued to ripple behind him.
"You okay?" Rob asked Danny, frowning back briefly at the other sniggering boys.
"I'm fine," Danny pouted.
"They're just jealous!" Rob said. "D'you want me to..."
"I said I'm fine!" Danny hissed, but immediately looked sorry. He leaned against Rob, holding his arm as he let his head rest his shoulder.
"Oh look out, Rob's next. Someone go warn Jazz!" Jenson teased as he saw the move.
Rob looked ready to say something back, but before he could even move, David had turned round and said, "Shut up Jenson, you're only jealous cos the only time you've ever been fucked is when they were handing our personalities!"
A sudden hush fell over the whole group for a moment, like all the air had been sucked out of the room. It suddenly rushed back in as they all burst into raucous hollers and laughter, except for Jenson of course, who just slunk back in his seat as most of his mates fist-bumped or high-fived David for what they had officially decided was the `sickest burn of the day'.
"Quiet over there!" one of the teachers called out as the show was just about to get started.
Still leaning on Rob, Danny reached out to his other side and grabbed David's hand as he mouthed, "Thank you!" He just got a proud smile back from David.
Following a short break after the final act had performed, Mr Yaeger took to the stage to announce the results, though the crowd seemed reluctant to give him the silence needed to present them. It was only when a shout of, "SILENCE!" from Mr Reeves that the boys quietened down, always cautious never to cross the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Discipline.
"Okay, thank you everyone," Mr Yaeger called out once the din died off. "First of all, let's thank ALL of the bands for their incredible performances today. The standard was higher than ever, so a round of applause for our performers!"
The crowd burst into cheers and applause once again, many of the boys shouting support for their favourite performers.
"Now, being such a high standard has only served to make the final decision even harder, so thanks very much that," Mr Yaeger said with a wry grin, looking behind him to the eight bands lined up behind him on the stage. It got a few chuckles from them. "But a decision has been made, and we will be entering a set made up of three of you, as follows!"
"Aww, I love our whole set!" Chris whispered to other members of Stage Fright.
"Shh!" Mikey hushed him.
"First up, in the Mash-up' category with their mix of Ed Sheeran's Bad Habits and Youngblood by Five Seconds of Summer, it's Butt Monkey Alpha'!" Mr Yaeger announced. It was followed by immediate cheers that he allowed to go for a few moments before interjecting, "WITH the caveat that they NEED to change that name!"
"I told you Butt Monkey Omega was better!" one of the band members called out, getting some laughs.
"Really not the problem, Kian!" Mr Yaeger said, shaking his head as he looked back. "But we can discuss that later. Next up, with in the Boy Band or Girl Group' category, with their gender-swapped Steal My Guy' by One Direction, it's Stage Fright!"
The crowd burst into more applause as the four band members grabbed each other, celebrating.
After allowing a few moments, Mr Yaeger moved on and announced, "And last up, in the `Retro Songs' category, it's Silent Triumph, with their 80s hits Megamix!" More cheers followed for the Year 12 band.
After giving a round of applause to the other bands and a final round of cheers to the three winners, the show concluded and the students started piling out of the party tent and back towards the Home Building, ready for dinner.
The Year 9s, except for Josh who was still avoiding being anywhere Danny was, had gathered together to congratulate Stage Fright and commiserate Triple Jay before slowly wandering across the school grounds in small groups.
"I thought if they were only gonna pick one of yours, it'd be your retro one," Danny said as he strolled along beside Chris.
"I do like my retro songs, but... One Direction, kinda hard not to love `em!" Chris said happily.
"Oh god, which one are you picturing fucking you?" Danny asked, rolling his eyes.
"Pretty much all of `em!" Chris replied with a shameless grin. "Ya know... speaking of... fucking!"
"Ugh!" Danny huffed, shaking his head. "Look, unless you've changed your mind about the woods..."
"I have!" Chris said with a gentle nod.
Danny paused, eyeing his best friend suspiciously. "You... have?"
Chris nodded and replied, "Yeah, or... I want to!" He frowned a little and corrected himself, "I mean, I want to try, at least!"
Seeing Chris' hands were shaking, Danny reached out to hold them and smiled sweetly. "We can do that!" he said softly. He looked round at the group wandering off ahead of them and said, "We should probably eat first, then... maybe after dinner before it gets dark we can give it a go, okay?"
Chris nodded, giving a weak smile back as he whispered, "Danny, I'm really scared!"
"I know," Danny replied, pulling him into a hug. "That's why I'll be right there with you!"
To say that Mark was on a high would be an understatement. Between his rugby win yesterday and his success in the Battle of the Bands, he was on a winning streak that had got him feeling better than ever. Things were going well with Chris as well, the two having spent most of the weekend together but still taking things `slowly'.
As most of the dorm headed off after dinner to do their own thing, Mark had taken the rare moment of solitude to work on a piece for Creative Writing Club that he was hoping to have ready for later in the week. As he sat down reading back through the stuff he had written during the easter break, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He pulled it out and saw it was an email. While the Kingswood App blocked calls and texts to and from unauthorised numbers, emails were still able to get through. From the notification he could see the subject line was Two Weeks!' and the sender's name was just the letters GD'. Mark gasped slightly, knowing who it was instantly – Gregory, his repulsive ex-boyfriend.
He considered just ignoring it, or maybe even deleting it, but ended up just staring at his phone for a couple of minutes, undecided. After several deep breaths to calm himself, he closed his eyes to steel himself for a moment, then opened the email.
"Hey little Marky. Heard your team managed to win the rugby, even with you holding them back. That's an impressive achievement, you should thank them for carrying you like that! I wonder if you'll get as lucky in the football final. I'm thinking not. Even your luck has to run out eventually and then all your little friends will see you for the miserable failure you are. Anyway, see you in two weeks. Really looking forward to catching up and spending LOTS of time together. G."
Mark trembled as he read it. He could virtually hear Gregory speaking it aloud, as if he was standing right there, talking down at him. As he started to read it again, he told himself to stop and immediately hit delete. He closed his laptop and put it down along with his phone then curled up in his bed, too upset to even cry.
"This is the closest you've been since it happened, right?" Danny asked as he stood beside Chris, staring into the line of trees just a couple of metres ahead of them.
Chris nodded silently.
"How you doing?" Danny asked cautiously.
Chris shook his head, still silent.
"Come on, Chris. Talk to me," Danny said, reaching out to stroke the other teen's arm gently.
"I... I feel like... I'm gonna throw up!" Chris said quietly. "And here, feel this!" he added, grabbing Danny's hand, placing it on his chest.
"Jesus," Danny muttered as he felt the heart pounding rapidly.
"I know," Chris replied, before taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. "When I got back, after... the accident, while you were still away, I..." he paused, taking another deep breath. "I was having these... panic attacks. I pretty much got them under control and they don't really happen anymore, but this... this already feels like one and... going in there..." He was reduced to a series of deep, desperate pants.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay," Danny whispered, putting an arm around him. "Just... take your time, okay!"
Chris nodded as he breathed his way back to a semblance of calmness again before he shook his head and asked, "Why are you so bothered about this?"
"I... it... it doesn't matter, we just... need to do it!" Danny replied.
"No, come on Danny. This has gotta work both ways!" Chris insisted. "You want me to talk to you, then you gotta talk to me too. It might even calm me down a bit!"
"I... miss doing things with you!" Danny said meekly, holding back.
"I know it's not just about that!" Chris said firmly. As Danny remained stoically silent, Chris added a gentle, "Please!"
Danny sighed heartily. "I just... don't want you to be another thing that I've fucked up!" Danny said, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor, casually tugging at the grass on the ground in front of him to avoid eye contact with Chris.
"You..." Chris started, frowning as he sat down facing Danny. "What?"
"All I do is fuck stuff up," Danny sighed, "And now because of me, because I nearly went and died like an absolute loser, you're all fucked up too and I don't want you to be! I need to fix it!"
"How's it your fault I'm fucked up?" Chris asked, but quickly added, "And I wouldn't say I'm `fucked up' anyway, just a... slight... debilitating phobia, nothing big!" He gave a lop-sided grin as he shrugged.
Danny chuckled briefly at the comment, then shook his head, turning his attention back to the grass.
"This stuff isn't YOUR fault!" Chris insisted.
"But it is!" Danny insisted, scowling a little. "I started it! I pushed you first!"
Chris frowned at the comment. He obviously knew the moment Danny was referring to. Back on the day of the accident, the two of them had wandered off into the woods before some playful shoves had led to a tumble down a hill, followed moments later by a bigger drop into the underground tunnel they had become trapped in. "Mate, what I'm about to ask, I ask with nothing but love and respect for you, but... are you a fucking idiot?"
"Oh yeah, I really feel the love and respect!" Danny said, his brow furrowing heavily.
Chris smirked and said, "Look, you really don't think you giving that first shove makes all of this your fault, do you?" As he got a dismissive shrug from Danny, he went on, "Well technically then, it would be my fault. It was my idea for us to go off into the woods anyway!"
"Yeah, but..." Danny tried to interject.
"But then I suppose it's Mr Trent's fault, cos he's the one who gave us the `naked day' punishment that put us there, so we should blame him!" Chris went on. Danny tried to interrupt again, but Chris was on a roll. "Or maybe it's Blane's fault, cos he was the one making Mr Trent do the stuff that I recorded that led to the punishment. Although it was Mikey that gave me the dare, so we should blame him!"
"Fine," Danny huffed, though Chris clearly wasn't done.
"Or maybe we go even further back and it really IS my fault for climbing into your bed on that first night and claiming you!" Chris said with a shrug.
Danny actually smiled at that one. Through everything that had happened, that moment remained one of the best moments of his life.
"But then I guess technically that makes it your fault, cos you were all... confident and leadery and made me fall in love with you, so... maybe you SHOULD blame yourself!" Chris said with a smirk.
Danny frowned a little at the last comment as he cocked his head and asked, "I was what?"
Chris smirked. "Come on. Think about it. There we were, a bunch of tiny little scared eleven-year-olds, away from home for the first time, all in a new place with new people and then you stand up and you're all, like, `Hey, I'm Danny, I'm not scared of anything, we should all be friends, you'll be safe with me. I'm all cute and sexy and brave'. I mean... who could resist that?"
"Oh!" Danny exclaimed. He still remembered that first day, but he had never really considered what it looked like from anyone else's perspective.
"But it's not surprising really. It IS your superpower after all," Chris said with a casual shrug.
Danny stared back for a moment, frowning incredulously before has asked, "I have a superpower?"
"Yeah!" Chris said confidently. "You make people fall in love!"
"What, like Cupid?" Danny asked, a little lost.
Chris tutted and rolled his eyes. "No, dickhead, not in love with each other. In love with YOU!" As Danny continued to stare back blankly, Chris blushed a little and explained, "It's just... who you are. Anyone who meets you... who gets to know you... fuck, Danny they fall for you. Some fall harder than others," his blushing intensified, "But seriously, mate, people meet you and they... just... love you!"
"So... it really IS my fault," Danny said with a shrug.
Chris huffed as he shook his head. "THAT'S what you got from what I said?" he demanded unhappily.
"No, I... heard what you said, I just... don't know what to do with it!" Danny replied honestly. "And it also feels a bit like you're maybe trying to distract me from... something else!" He gestured into the woods.
Chris let out a quiet moan then asked, "Can't I just say more nice things about you?"
"Chris, you're not stupid... well, not completely," Danny said with a wry grin. "You KNOW nothing bad's gonna happen if you go in there, and I KNOW you know it. This is just in your head!"
"Yeah, it IS in my head!" Chris said a little angrily. "The memory of you, laying there in the dark, DYING is VERY MUCH in my head. And so are all the conversations I was going to have to have!" He jumped to his feet and glared down at Danny as he snapped, "Do you KNOW what it's like to have to think what you'll say to someone's mum and dad to tell them how their son died? Do you know what it's like to think about walking into a dorm and telling the people in there about what happened to their friend? Because I do! I went through all of it, sitting in dark, on my own, in THERE!" He pointed into the woods. "So yeah, I do KNOW nothing bad's gonna happen to me in there, because it's ALREADY HAPPENED!" As he stopped, he was breathing heavily, his eyes watery.
Danny stood up, nodding slowly at Chris. "Yeah, okay, I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't think about that!"
Chris let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head and said, "I know, and you shouldn't have to think about it, and neither should I! But I do, every time I look at these woods!"
"Then let's change it!" Danny insisted. "Let's make it so that when you look over here you think of the time we ran around naked and got caught by those older boys. Or... all the times we've just laid by the lake listening to music together, which I REALLY miss, by the way. Or that time we stupidly thought skinny-dipping in the middle of night in September was a good idea!"
Chris chuckled. "I'd like that, it just... Danny, it's so hard!"
"Well, you haven't cum in two months, so that makes sense!" Danny joked. As he got an angry glare back, he smirked and said, "Sorry... and I know it's hard, but... the accident was harder, and you survived that!" As Chris nodded back silently, Danny held out his hand and said, "Please, trust me when I say you can do this!"
"I do trust you!" Chris replied, then took another deep breath in and out before he took Danny's hand.
Silently, they started walking together. Chris hesitated slightly as they reached the first of the trees, but with Danny urging him on he continued walking.
As they walked along painfully slowly, Chris said shakily, "Danny, I am really, really, really, REALLY freaking out right now!"
"Yeah, but you're doing it, aren't you!" Danny said back proudly. "You're in here. With me, and we're okay, aren't we?"
"Danny," Chris whimpered, stopping in his tracks.
Danny looked back, offered a meek smile and pulled gently.
Chris took another couple of steps and shook his head, visibly on the verge of bursting into tears.
Danny glanced round and said, "Well we ARE technically in here," he said, trying to sound supportive. "You sure you can't go any further?" The shaking of Chris' hand was all the answer he needed. "Okay," he said with a smile, "Whadda you say we give you another good memory to think of when you come in here then! That might help for next time we try!"
Chris' eyes widened. "Wait, really?" he asked excitedly. He had simply assumed that giving up so quickly would mean Danny wouldn't pay up his side of what was agreed. It was definitely a pleasant surprise to hear otherwise.
Danny cocked his head slightly as he looked at Chris and moved behind the single tree they had managed to pass. He smiled as he unzipped his jacket. "Yes, really!" he said, letting the jacket drop to the floor behind him.
Chris' whole face lit up at the prospect of sexual activity. Being black banded was every bit as bad as he had expected it to be, so any chance at reprieve was more than welcome, even if it was just getting fucked rather than playing with his own dick.
"Well, Whatcha waiting for?" Danny asked as he peeled off his t-shirt.
"Okay!" Chris said excitedly, pulling off his hoodie and t-shirt in a single motion before lifting a leg to try and pull his trainer off. In his excitement, he managed to lose his balance and topple over, flopping down onto his back, both of them giggling hysterically at the fall. "Hey, neither of us died!" he joked, getting more laughs from Danny.
Still smirking, Danny reached into his pocket to pull out a couple of small packs of lube. As he tossed one to Chris, he undid his jeans and slid them down to his ankles before trying to pull his feet out. As the clothing caught on his trainers, he lost his balance too and fell on top of Chris, with an amused shriek.
"Oh my god, have you gained weight?" Chris joked, grinning in Danny's face.
"Yeah, but it's ALL muscle, baby!" Danny said with a confident nod.
"Yeah it is!" Chris replied, running a hand down Danny's side, feeling the muscles run beneath his fingers. He let out a gentle sigh and whispered, "I've missed you!"
"I haven't gone anywhere," Danny whispered back, reaching up to run his fingers through Chris' hair as he slid off him slightly, laying at his side.
"I know, but... you know what I mean!" Chris pouted.
"Yeah, I guess," Danny nodded, pouting a little. "It's been a while I suppose!"
"Forty-two days!" Chris said without even hesitating.
"Oh my god, you've been counting. You absolute nerd!" Danny snorted, shaking his head.
Chris just shrugged at the playful insult, though his brow furrowed as he thought for a second and asked softly, "Danny, if... things DO happen with, ya know, me and Mark... and assuming he doesn't wanna be, like... monogamous, will we still do stuff together?"
Danny felt a knot in his stomach as he thought about it. He knew how unfair it was to be two years into a relationship of his own, but still find it weird to see Chris with someone else, but he couldn't control how he felt. What he could control was what he did with that feeling, so he forced a smile and said, "No matter who you're with, it's you and me to the end, right?"
Chris smiled happily and leaned forward, resting his head on Danny's chest. They held together like that for a moment before Chris pulled back and said, "Great, now that's outta the way... hurry up and fuck my brains out!" As he saw Danny go to speak, he quickly added, "And yes, I know that wouldn't take long. Very funny!"
"Damn, I'm too predictable," Danny chuckled. "Well lube up and assume the position then!" he instructed, finally pulling his jeans off, his trainers popping off with them before he knelt up to lubricate his re-hardening prick. As he saw Chris lie down on his back and lift his legs in the air, he nodded and said quietly, "Nice, much better view than doggy style!"
"I know, right!" Chris agreed. "And when you do me like this, sometimes you hit my prostate just right and... oh my fucking god!"
"Hnnh, good to know," Danny smirked as he knelt before Chris, putting the other boys knees over his shoulders. He let out a low happy moan as he started pushing his slippery dick inside Chris' rear.
Chris let out a groan that was more relief than pleasure, though it was still very much pleasurable. It had just been way too long since he had done anything like this... forty-two days too long, in fact. "Ugh, I wish we coulda done this yesterday. I bet the load you shot was massive after I did all that edging on you!"
Danny pouted slightly and said, "This... IS the load from yesterday!"
Letting out another moan as Danny began to increase the pace of his thrusts, Chris looked up curiously and said, "I thought you went to see Brian!"
"I did, but apparently him and Joseph'd been fucking all morning and... how did he put it? Oh yeah, he'd got `nothing left in the tank', so we just hung out!" Danny explained.
"Hey," Chris said, reaching forward to grab Danny's wrist and stop him mid-fuck. "You okay?"
Danny frowned, unsure whether to share what was on his mind, particularly as it pertained to Chris' own mentor, but he was balls-deep in his best friend, and it's harder to feel much closer to someone than that, so he decided to go on. "A while back, erm... Joseph kinda told me... he... has feelings for Brian, he kinda... always has!"
"Wait, and you think Brian's cheating on you?" Chris asked, looking shocked.
Danny shook his head and said, "No, god no, not at all. I think Brian may be the most loyal guy in human existence, plus we're open so he could sleep with whoever he wants. I just... ugh, I hate my brain sometimes cos it's SO fucking selfish. Like, I fuck around with... well, ask any of the others and they'll tellk you I fuck around with literally everyone," he pouted. "But Brian starts sleeping with someone else and I feel weird about it. Tell me that's not selfish!" He continued slowly fucking Chris as they spoke.
"I can't," Chris shrugged with a sigh, "But...if you trust Brian and you trust Joseph, you really don't have to worry about it, do you?"
"Yeah, I guess not," Danny said, smiling. "Thanks," he added, then accentuated it with a sudden thrust into the other boy.
"Ah, fuck," Chris grunted contentedly. "Jesus, that hit the spot. Fffffuck!"
"Oh. Really?" Danny said, beginning to accentuate each word with a hard thrust. "So. I. Should. Keep. Doing. This?"
Chris let out an incoherent moan and reached out again to grab Danny, but not to stop him this time. "You keep... doing that and I might... unnnh... actually... cum!" he panted in frantic desperation.
"Ah. Yeah. That's. It!" Danny continued, thrusting in his full length on each word, pulling most of the way out in between. "I'm. Gonna. Fuck. The. Cum. Right. Out of. You!"
"D... Danny... Danny... I'm so... close!" Chris whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed as his back arched, his sphincter tightening around the impaling tool.
"Yeah. Yeah. Good. Come on Chris. Do it. Do it. Cum for me. Cum for me!" Danny urged him, continuing his anal assault.
In a crescendo of pleasured gasps and moans, Danny began to shoot inside Chris as Chris shot inside his accursed chastity device. Both boys experienced wave after wave of intense pleasure as they unloaded unseen, hefty spurts, their dicks throbbing wildly.
Letting Chris' legs flop down either side of him, Danny pulled out and fell forward, his head resting on Chris' slightly sweaty chest as he felt arms gently loop around him.
"Ya know, that was ALMOST worth the wait," Chris sniggered.
"I know right," Danny chuckled back. "Hey, d'you... need to get out of here now?" he asked as he leaned to the side to look past the tree and back out into the open school grounds.
Chris looked round for a moment then glanced down at Danny and said, "I'd definitely feel a bit better if we did. Sorry, I know I didn't do well!"
"You did great!" Danny insisted as they started re-dressing. He got a proud grin back, though Chris' eyes betrayed the sadness behind it.
As Chris finished dressing, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time and commented, "Huh, message from Blane!"
"Oh god, what now?" Danny grumbled. It never seemed to be good news.
"Oh!" Chris yelped, suddenly sitting up as he started reading the message, launching Danny off to the side. "OH!" he repeated even louder as he got further into it.
"What? What is it? What?" Danny demanded, trying to see the phone screen.
"They're actually doing what we suggested!" Chris said, almost bouncing with excitement.
"Who is? Who's doing what? Seriously, Chris, just tell me!" Danny demanded, annoyed at having it drawn out.
"You know I said about us doing stuff over the summer! Well, my parents are letting all of us bring a friend on our holiday," Chris explained, grinning excitedly.
"I'll need to check with my parents!" Danny said, confident it would be a yes, but still cautious.
"No need! Blane did it. He spoke to all of `em, and that's not all. Not only are they letting you come on holiday with us, but they've also invited ME to come on holiday with you!" Chris explained, buzzing.
Danny's eyes widened. "Wait, so we get..."
"Four weeks together, no school, and just US!" Chris squealed happily. "Aaaaaargh!" he yelled out as he lunged at Danny hugging him excitedly.
"That's... amazing!" Danny said back, though he was glad the hug prevented Chris from seeing his face. Four weeks with just the two of them... he had a feeling this could be... problematic!
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://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden