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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 35
Monday 2 May 2022
"What are we doing here?" James asked grumpily. "I could be revising!"
"No you could NOT be revising!" David snapped. "You're scheduled for non-academic activities until 7.30 so stop complaining!" As Nicky looked smugly at James, David pointed to him and said, "And you, answer his question, because we really do have better things to do than sit around in the Common Room!"
"Ugh, if you both shut up you'll find out!" Nicky huffed, then lowered his voice and whispered, "Listen to them!" as he gestured to the group of Year 7s in the next booth.
"...and that's why I thought it was okay to take it, cos Leroy told me that Teddy said so!" one of the boys finished.
"Yeah, but that doesn't explain what you were even doing in there. You were SUPPOSED to be on a date with Jesse!" another boy argued back.
"No!" the first boy said defensively. "The date with Jesse was the day before, and it didn't even happen properly cos Vihaan showed up and was all, like, `I'm sorry, I still love you, I never should have accepted that snickers from Jonah, please take me back!' and I wasn't about to sit there on a date with Jesse when he so CLEARLY wants to get back with Vihaan!"
"Wait, V and Jess are back together?" another boy chimed in.
"Ugh, no!" the first boy scoffed. "Like, they almost were, but let's face it, even if they DID get back together we KNOW it wouldn't have lasted, am I right?" He got a murmur of agreement from the others. "But just when Jesse was ready to forgive Vihaan, he found out he'd been sneaking off at night to fool around with Stefan!"
The boys burst into scandalised chatter until another boy cut through it and asked, "Wait, do you mean MY Stefan?"
"No, Stefan Milton from your dorm!" the first boy explained.
"Stefan Milton from my dorm IS my Stefan. He's been seeing Vihaan?" the other boy squawked back. "I'm gonna kill him!" he declared before jumping from his seat.
"Levi, wait!" the first boy called out. "Shit!" he muttered, shaking his head as he ran off after the other boy.
James and David both looked at Nicky open-mouthed. "What the heck was that?" David asked in surprise.
"That," Nicky said, looking over to make sure the Year 7s were too engrossed in their conversation to realise they were being talked about, "That was just a typical Monday I think!" He smirked at the surprised looks on the other two's faces. "I had to start following a couple of them because... well, for reasons, but... oh my fucking god! You've heard the phrase `there's no drama like year seven drama', right? I know we had our fair share... as well as in year eight... and year nine, but these kids? Seriously, it's like a fucking soap opera. I can't stop watching."
"Oh, is this where you've been disappearing off to?" David asked. "We all thought you were just practicing for the diving!"
Nicky frowned and nodded. "Oh yeah, I should probably do that a bit more," he said, knowing it was only five days until he would compete in the SCIPS diving competition finals. "But seriously, these kids are fucking mental. It's... it's kind of addictive, right?" He looked at David and James, unsure he had convinced them. After all, they were two of the more `sensible' boys, but they were the only ones free to share his new obsession with.
David held back for a moment, then said, "Yeah, you're not crazy. I already wanna know what happens between..." he glanced round as he lowered his voice and then finished, "Levi and Stefan! And what the hell's Vihaan playing at? He sounds like a right bastard!" He stopped, realising he was ranting and looked sheepishly at James, ready to be told it was stupid or a waste of time or not their business.
"I know I should probably think it's stupid, or a waste of time, or not our business," James started, getting an amused frown from David, "But... I have to admit it's intriguing, even if just from an... anthropological perspective!" It got an amused eye roll from Nicky.
"Should we listen more?" David whispered, gesturing to the remaining Year 7s in the next booth.
"Nah, they're all, like, secondary characters. They don't get the good storylines, but maybe we could just happen to walk past the Year 7 dorms. I bet they're arguing in there right now!" Nicky sniggered.
"Let's go!" James said, jumping up from his seat.
"Thanks for this," David whispered to Nicky as they followed James.
"Hey, I genuinely wanted to share this," Nicky shrugged. "But if it helps James to chill then... double win!" He gave David a big grin.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? THAT SUCKED!" Adrian yelled out as the ball flew past Mark and into the goal.
"Woah, ease up a bit," Danny said, putting his hand on Adrian's shoulder.
"No, the final's in six days against a team who hasn't been beaten this year and our goalkeeper's playing dodgeball!" Adrian snapped back at Danny, then looked back to the goal and called out, "EVEN I WAS BETTER THAN THAT IN GOAL, AND I SUCKED!"
"Okay, you're done here," Danny said, shaking his head. "Get in, get showered and wait for me out the front!"
Adrian huffed and started, "But..."
"No!" Danny snapped. "We'll talk about whatever's going on in a bit, cos CLEARLY something is, but for now, get off my fucking pitch. You don't speak to teammates like that!"
Adrian huffed again, rolled his eyes and started walking away.
"And apologise to Mark on your way past too!" Danny called after him. "Okay, rest of you, carry on!" he said as he realised the rest of the team had watched the exchange. "And remember, we're a TEAM. When we win on Sunday, we'll win together!" As the others returned to running their drills, Danny wandered along towards the goal where a thoroughly deflated-looking Mark was standing. "You okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, Adrian just apologised," Mark said with a gentle shrug.
"Yeah, cos I told him to," Danny said, looking over to the door Adrian had just disappeared into. "But I meant more just... in general. Adrian may be a dick, but he wasn't wrong... you've sucked badly tonight! What's going on?"
Mark shook his head as he ambled around aimlessly, grabbing hold of a goalpost. He kept hold of it with his hands behind his back, allowing himself to lean forward as far as he could before pulling himself back. "I dunno," he lied, badly.
"This isn't... a Chris thing, is it?" Danny asked cautiously. It was hard not to get involved in the burgeoning relationship when he was so close to both Chris and Mark, but at the same time he had learned his lesson a couple of weeks earlier about interfering when he had managed to piss them both off.
"No," Mark said, shaking his head as he tipped forward again. "That's all still... good," he said with a brief flash of a smile.
"So it's... the other guy then?" Danny asked, not even wanting to say Gregory's name.
"No," Mark said, unsure why he was lying, especially when he was doing it so badly.
"Is it just the thought of seeing him again or is there... anything else?" Danny asked, moving closer.
Mark pulled himself back against the pole. "Yeah, just not looking forward to seeing him!" Mark said, determined to lie a little better now. He wasn't ready to tell Danny, or anyone, about the emails yet. The first one had been eight days ago and had not been kind. The daily emails that followed had been even worse.
"Are you sure?" Danny asked, his brow furrowing heavily as he watched for Mark's reaction.
"Yes!" Mark replied.
"Completely?" Danny asked, moving even closer.
Mark suddenly let himself drop forward again, coming to a stop with his face mere centimetres from Danny's. "Yes, totally!" he said, grinning as he made Danny flinch from the sudden approach.
"Well... get it together then!" Danny said, still not convinced. "I know he can... knock your confidence a bit, but... jesus, look at you! Rugby champion, future champion musician, hottest guy in year nine and hopefully future football champ too. If YOU can't be confident, there's no fucking hope for the rest of us!"
Mark smiled at the comment as he pulled himself back again. "Oh, I'm the hottest, am I?" he asked with a smirk.
"Well, second hottest after me, but I was trying to be nice!" Danny teased. He glanced over to the Sports Complex, worried about Adrian. He looked back to Mark and said, "You're an awesome goalie, just... keep reminding yourself that and keep being awesome. Okay?"
Mark smiled and nodded.
Danny turned to face the others and shouted out, "OKAY, TEN MORE MINUTES ON THAT, FINISH WITH A LAP OF THE PITCH, LAST TWO TO FINISH ARE ON CLEAN-UP!" Giving a quick fist-bump to Mark, he headed over towards the building. By the time he got into the locker room, Adrian was still in the shower, so he took a seat on the bench near Adrian's locker and waited.
"Oh!" Adrian exclaimed as he walked out to see Danny sitting there.
"Yeah. Oh!" Danny said flatly, folding his arms. As Adrian approached, looking a little sheepish, Danny nodded to the space beside him on the bench and watched as Adrian sat down. "So let's keep this simple, shall we? What... the fuck?"
Adrian sighed and shook his head. "I just lost my temper, that's all!" he said dismissively.
Danny frowned at the comment. "You don't lose your temper. Fuck, I didn't even know you had one!" He cocked his head curiously for a moment and added, "Oh, erm... except when I did the whole roleplay thing but... this isn't about that I'm guessing!"
"No," Adrian said, shaking his head sadly. "It's just... me and Kyle, all we seem to do lately is argue!"
Danny nodded. He wasn't sure how far he was going to wade into whatever mess Adrian was dealing with. It was much like Chris and Mark, in that he was close to both Kyle and Adrian too, so interfering could easily cause more trouble or look like he was taking sides. Regardless of his reluctance, he knew he couldn't just leave it like that. "About what?" he asked cautiously.
Adrian turned to look at Danny, his gaze slowly raising up his body until he made eye contact.
"Oh!" Danny nodded.
Adrian's feelings for Danny were really not a secret for anyone who knew him. After all, they had only become friends when Chris had found out about the attraction and tried to set them up. It had not gone well, romantically, but had sparked a friendship that Danny truly cherished. Beneath the surface though, the attraction had never gone away and to an extent, was even reciprocated.
Adrian sighed, his shoulders slumping as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He spoke to Danny without looking round at him as he explained, "He just keeps on thinking there's more going on between us than there is. It was kinda bad before easter, but I told him most of the stuff we did while we were camping and when we were at home and he just... got really jealous. Now every time I hang out with you, he's like, `Are you gonna fuck again?' or something like that!"
"Oh," Danny repeated.
"He's not... angry or, like, aggressive about it. Ya know, he's not saying it like `you're cheating on me' or anything like that, it's more like... he's waiting for me to dump him so I can be with you, so I have to be reassuring him ALL the time and it makes him really needy and clingy when we're together and I feel..." Adrian sighed, pausing as he thought of the word, "Smothered!"
"Yeah, that... sounds like Kyle," Danny nodded. His friend's insecurities were as well-known as Adrian's attraction to Danny.
Adrian looked round, making sure they were alone as he said, "I keep thinking about breaking up with him, but... if I do, then all I'm doing is telling him he was right to be worried and, god, it'd hurt him so much and I don't want to hurt anyone!"
"Except Mark, apparently!" Danny said with a slight smirk.
Adrian scowled at the comment for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'll apologise again later. But, you know what I mean. Kyle is just... the sweetest, kindest guy around which is probably why I fell for him, but I kinda feel like maybe I just wanted someone who wasn't... you!" He sighed a little as he thought about what he said and added, "Sorry, that probably sounded meaner than I meant it!"
"No, it's okay, I get it," Danny nodded. "It's all part of my superpower, I suppose," he muttered quietly, thinking back to the `superpower' Chris had recently claimed Danny had – making people fall in love with him.
"What?" Adrian asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing, forget it," Danny said dismissively. "Look, if the way things are is making your miserable then... you gotta change!"
"Change... how?" Adrian asked curiously.
Danny shrugged and said, "Yeah, you're on your own for that bit, but one way or another you've gotta do something!"
Adrian nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave it til after the final either way!"
"I'm not asking you to do that!" Danny insisted.
"No, and I know you wouldn't, but... I'll do it anyway," Adrian insisted.
"Thanks," Danny smiled. They sat in silence for a moment before Danny smirked slightly and said, "Sorry I'm so irresistible!"
"Yeah, you wish!" Adrian scoffed, shoving Danny so hard he fell off the bench and onto the floor, laughing despite the hard landing.
"Daddy, please!" Josh pleaded as he sat between Mr Rudd's legs, staring at the throbbing erection. "Just a stroke, pleeeease!"
"You know how I feel about whining!" Mr Rudd said firmly. "Remember, Josh, this is about self-control and that means controlling your words as well as your actions!"
"Sorry daddy," Josh said sheepishly, putting his hands behind his back to help control himself as he forced himself to look away from the man's meaty cock.
"Anyway, we were talking again about your brothers," Mr Rudd continued. "Well, your ex-brothers."
"What about them?" Josh pouted. "They're still walking around free when they shouldn't be. That ain't changed!"
"Mmm-huh," Mr Rudd hummed thoughtfully, nodding for a moment before he continued, "And when we last spoke about this, I talked about the possibility of maybe re-visiting that, seeing if something can be done if you're willing to provide... new information! Have you thought about that at all?"
Josh nodded silently, screwing up his face thoughtfully for a few seconds before he said, "I don't wanna do that. I just... wanna move on!"
The teacher nodded contemplatively for a moment. "So you want to move on, but you keep dwelling on it and that keeps making you angry about it. So how do you think you can move on?" Mr Rudd asked, reaching out to gently stroke his hand down Josh's torso.
Josh let out a happy moan at the touch, but shrugged as he said, "I dunno. Track `em down and kill them?"
Mr Rudd pulled his hand back promptly and frowned as he asked, "Is that really what you want to do? Kill them?"
Josh scowled for a moment before his expression softened and he shook his head. "No, they're not worth the time or the trouble I'd get in!"
"Mmm-huh," the man hummed again. "So what real solutions might you be able to think of?"
Josh gave a coy grin and said, "I don't think about them when I'm playing with that," as he nodded to the teacher's boner.
"Oh, so I should just let you play with daddy's dick all day every day, should I?" Mr Rudd asked with a smirk.
"I'd be okay with that," Josh said, still grinning.
"I'm sure you would," Mr Rudd replied, bemused. "But it's not the most practical of solutions. Maybe what we need to look at is what you do when you feel angry!" He saw Josh frown curiously at him, so he asked quietly, "When you think about them and start to feel angry, what do you do?"
Josh looked suddenly sheepish as he lowered his gaze, staring down at the teacher's crotch. As he felt the man's hand stroke his arm he said quietly, "You'll get mad!"
"I won't. I promise!" Mr Rudd reassured him.
"Usually I... fight!" Josh admitted quietly.
"I see!" Mr Rudd said, nodding.
"But... usually with someone else who wants to fight, not just, like... hitting people for fun!" Josh explained defensively.
"And how do you usually feel after fighting?" Mr Rudd asked, cocking his head curiously.
"Well... painful, ya know, cos of the fighting!" Josh said with a shrug, as if the answer was obvious.
Mr Rudd smirked as he shook his head. "I mean how do you feel emotionally, not physically?"
Josh thought for a moment before his expression turned sad. "Painful," he said, barely louder than a whisper, "Cos... I'm still angry, but I've also hurt a friend!"
"Well if this is a friend you're fighting, maybe you can talk to him instead of fighting him, and see how you feel after that!" Mr Rudd suggested.
"He'll take the piss if I start talking about feelings!" Josh said, pouting again.
Mr Rudd chuckled. "So I'm guessing this is a friend that you have a bit of... banter with, right?" he asked, and got an immediate nod. "And if that friend talked to YOU about their feelings, would YOU take the piss?"
Josh thought for a moment then shook his head silently.
"Then... there's probably a good chance he won't either, but you'll never know if you don't try, will you?" the teacher asked, letting his fingers stroke down Josh's chest again.
"I guess not," Josh said with a nod of acceptance.
"So you promise next time you start feeling angry about your brothers or any of that stuff, you'll talk about it?" Mr Rudd asked, raising his hand to lift Josh's chin and force eye contact.
"Yeah," Josh replied. As Mr Rudd raised his eyebrows, Josh knew he needed to give more and said, "Yes, I promise I will!"
"Good boy," Mr Rudd said with a smile, reaching out to grab Josh, pulling him on top of him.
Josh happily flopped half on top of the much larger man and half at his side, nuzzling his cheek against his pecs, firm but soft, the hair soft and tickly.
"So do you still want to touch it?" Mr Rudd asked quietly, nodding down to his own cock.
"Yes daddy!" Josh said eagerly as his head popped up. He went to grab it, but was blocked just before making contact.
"I didn't say you could. I just asked if you wanted to!" Mr Rudd said. He looked at Josh for a moment, waiting to see if he would whine again, but as he just gave an obedient nod, the teacher smiled and released his hand. "Okay, you can touch it," he permitted.
Josh took hold of the thick dick, always amused at the way his fingers didn't meet as they wrapped around the girthy shaft. He gave it a gentle stroke up, stopping as his hand reached the exposed glans before sliding back down to the base. He continued stroking, gradually picking up the pace until he saw a bead of precum ooze from the bulbous head. As he reached out with his other hand to scoop the clear liquid off, he asked innocently, "Can I?"
As Mr Rudd nodded, he watched Josh raise the finger too his mouth and excitedly lick the pre-cum off. Chuckling at the delighted grin the boy gave him, he nodded to his own erection and said softly, "Anymore of that stays on there, though!"
"Okay," Josh said happily, continuing to stroke the impressive tool. As it gradually oozed out another bead of pre-cum, Josh clasped his hand over the tip and used his palm to work the slippery substance over the head.
"Yeah, not too fast on that," Mr Rudd growled.
Josh giggled, knowing there was a fine line between sensitive pleasure and over-sensitive discomfort. It gave him a hefty thrill to think he knew anything about the man's penis at all, let alone what it did and didn't like!
As Josh's eager masturbating continued, Mr Rudd let his head loll back as his eyes closed. "Yeah, good lad, just like that," he moaned happily.
Josh stared at the ruggedly handsome face. Josh knew the more caring, softer side of the often-feared teacher, but even he had to admit the man's expression could be withering at times. Now though, softened by the sexual bliss, he looked even more irresistible than usual. Josh started leaning in, just wanting a closer look at first, but before he knew it, he had pressed his lips against Mr Rudd's.
It lasted barely a second before the man's eyes shot open and he recoiled from the kiss. "Josh, what are you..." he started, but let out a moan as the boy's hand was still working his dick. "Stop that a second," he said, grasping Josh's hand to still it. "Josh, what are you doing? What was that?"
"I... I'm sorry... I... I just..." Josh stuttered, his jaw quivering as he stared nervously at the teacher. He sniffed, barely holding back tears as he said, "You were just so... sexy, please, please don't be mad, please! I just couldn't resist!"
Mr Rudd scowled for a moment as he scolded, "This is supposed to be a lesson in self-control, so `I couldn't resist' isn't exactly what I want to hear now, is it?"
"No sir," Josh said timidly, lowering his gaze.
"Josh," Mr Rudd said, shaking his head as he reached out to run his fingers through the boy's hair. "We can't keep doing what we're doing... at least not the way we've been doing it, if you can't accept the fact that I am JUST your teacher!"
"No, no please, I'm sorry, don't make us stop," Josh pleaded. "I'm really, really sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." He paused to sniff, whimpering slightly. "Please daddy!"
Mr Rudd let out a long slow sigh as he looked at the tearful boy. "Okay, but that's the last time anything like that happens! Otherwise, our meetings start involving more clothes and a desk in between us, is that understood?"
"Yes daddy," Josh said, breathing a slight sigh of relief. He hesitated a moment then asked, "Do I... get to finish?" He nodded to the softening cock.
"No, Josh, I'm afraid not. We're done for tonight!" Mr Rudd said. As he heard a slight hint of a moan he added firmly. "NOT as a punishment, but just as a reminder of the need to control your urges and do as you're told!"
Josh nodded sullenly, huffed gently and started getting dressed. Feeling bad for letting the teacher down, he remained silent while they both pulled on their clothes. Just as he was pulling on his trainers, he asked cautiously, "So do you... have any other meetings tonight?"
"Just one," Mr Rudd said casually. "Is that..." he paused as he turned to look at Josh, raising an eyebrow, "...a problem?"
"No!" Josh replied quickly. "Just... curious!"
"Mmm-huh!" the teacher hummed suspiciously. "Good night, Josh!"
"Night... daddy," Josh replied timidly before he left.
"So... it's none of them?" Angel asked, frowning curiously at Nicky.
"Or all of them, depending on how you look at it," Nicky replied with a shrug.
The two boys were sat on a bench beside the pool, having done their required workouts and now just killing time while Mr Francis worked with a couple of older boys on their dives for the upcoming final. Angel had recently tasked Nicky with following a couple of Year 7 boys to get some answers about allegations of bullying and the answer had been as confusing as it was surprising.
"Ror's just as much a bully as he is a victim, but I really think it's a stretch to call any of what they're doing bullying!" Nicky explained. While he had become slightly addicted to watching the drama of the younger boy's lives, he had still completed the required reconnaissance as asked. "Ror and Eoin are like best frenemies. They're a bit like Podge and Lucy in your dorm, ya know, they like each other but they'll never show it and communicate entirely through insults. But Teddy and Makoto are, like, besties too, but it gets complicated cos Teddy has a thing for Ror and Makoto likes Eoin, but Makoto doesn't really understand Ror and Eoin's love/hate thing, so he just thinks Ror's picking on him, so him and Teddy are mean back to him. They're all just being horrible to each other when really they're probably just really good friends!"
Angel stared back at Nicky, blinking a few times as he tried to process the mass of information. "Erm... okay," he said, shaking his head as he realised he probably wouldn't ever understand it fully. "So... what do I do about Ror. He came to me for help!"
Nicky shrugged as he replied, "I don't think you can... or even need to. Maybe just kinda sit them all down together and talk it all out!" As Angel frowned at the comment, Nicky smirked and said, "Or give them big sticks and make them fight each other to the death. That'll work too!"
"You're a funny guy," Angel said flatly. He let out a long groan and said, "I was so convinced I was gonna change the world with this anti-bullying thing, but so far all it's got us is some... weird people and a buncha drama!"
"NICKY, YOU'RE UP!" Mr Francis called out as he finished up with the other two students.
"COMING!" Nicky called back as he stood up. He patted Angel on the back and said, "Hang in there. Even if nobody needs you, it probably helps some guys just knowing there are others out there who care!" He got a smile and nod in return before hurrying off towards the teacher. As he passed the Year 7 divers, he smirked as he caught a slight snippet of their conversation – more drama!
"Nicky!" Mr Francis said cheerfully as the boy approached. "Feeling confident for Saturday?"
The concerned frown Nicky gave answered for him.
"You're so ready for this!" the teacher said confidently. As Nicky didn't look convinced, he asked, "Is this a height thing again?"
Nicky thought for a moment. He had always been tall for his age. At first, it was what had given him the edge over divers in his age group, but as he had continued to grow... and grow, and grow he now stood at 185cm (6'1") with no sign of stopping yet. He knew enough about his favourite sport to know that it was now putting him at a disadvantage, slowing his spins a little. If he continued growing anymore, even his natural skill and dedicated hard work wouldn't be enough to compensate for it. It was something he had discussed with the teacher several times over the past year, but that wasn't the concern for today.
"It's... the crowd!" Nicky said a little awkwardly.
Mr Francis laughed slightly as he said, "Nicky, I watched you last week on stage, in front of basically the entire school and you were amazing. You can handle a crowd!"
"Well I wasn't on my own then!" Nicky argued. "And definitely wasn't quite so... on show!" he added, looking down at his near naked body. He blushed heavily at his own comment. Being so exposed was something he had taken time to get used to with just the other diving club boys but doing it with spectators from eight schools felt like a whole different matter. It wasn't just the lack of clothing either, it was what was in it! Just as Nicky had grown rapidly upwards, his penis had also experienced similar growth. Even flaccid his dick was now an impressive 17cm – he was bigger soft than most guys were hard.
"Hmm, yes," Mr Francis nodded. "I understand it's a... bigger problem for you than most."
"Sir!" Nicky scowled, not appreciating the double entendre.
"Sorry, but in my experience it's one of the best ways to handle it. You show me one guy in here who hasn't popped multiple boners on a weekly basis in here. You're guys, it's gonna happen. So what if yours is almost always... like that. It doesn't take away from your skill on the board!" Mr Francis explained.
"I... I'm not..." Nicky stuttered, then shook his head as he said, "You think I've always got a stiffy?" The question made them both blush.
"It's not exactly something I give much time or thought to," Mr Francis said with a shrug, "But... well..." he gestured to Nicky's crotch.
"No!" Nicky said, blushing an even brighter red. "It's not... up, it's just... big!" he explained awkwardly, but immediately let out a moan as he realised how embarrassing it was to have said to a teacher.
"Oh!" Mr Francis exclaimed. "Well... good for you, I suppose! But whether you're big or aroused... or both, I've seen you during the heats. Once you're in competition mode, all you see is the dive. Just let that instinct kick in again Saturday and you won't even notice the crowd! Now come on, let's see it!"
Nicky's eyes widened as he looked around nervously, making sure nobody else was looking then reached down and pulled the front of his speedo down, his hefty cock flopping free. "See!" he said before tucking it away again.
Mr Francis pressed his lips together for a moment as he held back a laugh and said, "I meant let's see your dive, but..." he patted Nicky on the back, "...very impressive! I'm almost jealous!"
"Ugh, kill me now!" Nicky grunted, shaking his head at his embarrassing mistake as he turned to head to the ladder.
Chris did his best to stifle a moan as he slid the dildo into himself rapidly. The surroundings were far from ideal, but being banned from the Underground thanks to his ongoing `black band' punishment and the dorm being half full, getting privacy to try and engage in the illicit sexual activity was hard to come by. He had been forced to hide away in one of the toilet cubicles, which was not something that inspired much arousal in the frustrated teen.
He had started out with slow, deliberate, targeted thrusts, intended to pound his prostate into submission and trigger an elusive orgasm. As good as it had felt, something just wasn't quite right, and final release had remained tantalisingly just out of reach. Then had come the fast, excitable thrusts that once again nudged him closer and closer to cumming without quite pushing him over the finish line.
Finally he had settled into sitting on the toy, the lid of the toilet closed as he bounced on the fake phallus. Had he just been doing it for the sheer enjoyment of being fucked, the whole thing might have been immensely satisfying, but with the intended goal of ejaculation, it was proving beyond frustrating. It had been eight days since his last orgasm and the pressure was definitely building again.
Realising that today was simply not going to be his day to cum, Chris sat for a few moments, cooling off with the dildo still fully inside him. A few moments later, he stood, removed the toy and began to dress before heading out of the cubicle and into the main bathroom area. Being the only one in there, he figured it was safe to clean the toy off without being spotted. It wasn't so much that there was any embarrassment or shame in washing sex toys in there, they were all taught the importance of sexual hygiene, he just didn't want anyone to realise he had been doing anything sexual and report him for breaking his `black band' punishment rules.
Slipping the toy back into his pocket, he headed out, quickly crossing the hallway to head into his dorm. "Hey," he said casually as he spotted Mark lying on his bunk, while Josh and Mikey were sat playing some kind of game over on the sofas. He got a casual grunt of greeting back.
"You okay?" Mark asked, cocking his head curiously at Chris.
Chris sighed and approached Mark's bunk, flopping down on top of him.
"Uff, guessing that's a no!" Mark chuckled as he held gently onto Chris.
Chris raised his head to look at Mark and said quietly, "I REALLY miss wanking!"
"Ah, yeah. That sucks," Mark said sympathetically, shuddering slightly at the thought of chastity, a fate he had avoided by spending the start of his secondary school time at King Edwards. "Oh, I thought you were locked!" he said, shifting slightly as he felt the bulge against his leg.
"Oh, I am!" Chris laughed, pulling away slightly as he yanked the dildo from his pocket. "I should put this away!" he said as he jumped back off the bed.
Mark watched as Chris headed to Danny's wardrobe, frowned a little and asked, "You keep your sex toys in Danny's wardrobe?"
"Oh, this isn't mine. It's Danny's dick!" Chris explained, brandishing the dildo.
"Danny's dick is detachable?" Mark asked with a snigger as he approached. "Handy!"
"No!" Chris replied shaking his head before looking thoughtful.
"You're... literally imagining Danny's dick being detachable, aren't you?" Mark asked, shaking his head with an amused grin.
"Maybe," Chris replied with a casual shrug. "And no, this is just a mould of his cock!"
"No way, Danny's bigger than that!" Mark said dismissively, then immediately blushed at the comment.
"Well first of all," Chris started, "This is how big he was at Kinkswood last year when we made it, and second of all, I really don't know whether to be excited or jealous that you know that!"
"Let's go with a bit of both and never question it again," Mark said a little awkwardly, then looked at the dildo one more time and said, "Any particular reason you were using that one?"
Chris looked round nervously. They were quite close to the door and he was worrying about being overheard, so he pulled Mark further away and whispered, "Well Danny can make me... ya know..." he paused to badly mime ejaculation, "So I thought maybe if I used it on myself I could... ya know..." he mimed the motion again.
Mark nodded silently, staring at the dildo for a few moments. "I'm... erm... I'm glad he can... help!" he said, forcing a slight smile.
Chris felt a little awkward as he realised how the conversation likely came across. Here he was talking to the boy he was possibly, maybe, almost, considering starting to date and he was admitting to using a replica of the penis of the other boy he had feelings for. "I... erm... if we did that I'm sure you could, erm... make me do that too!" Chris said, trying in vain to recover from the awkwardness but only making it worse.
"It's okay," Mark insisted. "I... I understand!" He nodded again and said, "But you should put that away before you get caught!"
"Yeah, good point," Chris said as he turned to slip the toy back into the wardrobe. "I was thinking we could..." he started as he turned back, but Mark had already walked to the far end of the dorm to join Mikey and Josh. He sighed a little, feeling he had completely messed up.
Rob casually strode down the stairs towards the Home Building's main atrium, intending to head over to the Sports Complex to meet Danny who was in a meeting with Mr Rudd, which had interfered with their usual Monday night plans to hang out.
As he walked towards the doors, he spotted Luke and Jazz who were approaching the front of the building. Turning round in a quick panic, he rushed back towards the stairs but instead of going back up, scurried behind them, ensuring he stayed hidden as he waited several moments.
As he heard the front doors open, the voices of his two boyfriends became audible. "And I said, `Thanks, I try!' but he didn't even laugh!" Jazz finished explaining.
"Why... would he laugh at that?" Luke asked, confused.
"Cos... ya know, try... like a rugby thing. It was... a play on words!" Jazz explained. "Ugh, you suck. Rob woulda got it!"
Rob stifled a smile at the comment, but remained hidden away as the two boys made their way up the stairs, still chatting away until their voices faded away into the rest of the noise from the upper floors.
"Ahem!" someone cleared their throat behind Rob.
Rob jumped as he yelped out, "Jesus christ!" and turned to see David sitting on a bench, smirking at him.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" David asked, not looking even remotely apologetic.
"Bastard," Rob grumbled as he approached the other boy. "What are you doing back here?"
"Hiding from my boyfriends!" David said as he turned off the tablet he had been reading and placed it aside. "Oh, wait, no, that's what YOU'RE doing!" he added accusingly before adding a slightly more curious, "For some reason..."
"I'm not hiding from them!" Rob argued back weakly.
David raised an eyebrow as he said, "You saw them coming, ran to somewhere they couldn't see you and stayed out of sight until they were gone. I don't mean to sound pedantic, but that's virtually the dictionary definition of hiding from someone!"
"Okay smart-arse," Rob grumbled as he sat down beside David. "Maybe I was. Whatever!"
"No maybe about it," David mumbled, but as he got a glare from Rob he asked, "Any particular reason you're hiding from them?"
Rob just shrugged non-committally.
"If you tell me, I might be able to help," David offered. "I mean... I know when it comes to dating I've had one guy I failed to even ask out and one girl who literally left the county after we started going out, so I'm no expert, but they say you learn more from failure than you do from success!"
Rob stared at the smaller boy for several seconds. He felt like he should probe into the comedic proclamation a little more, but his own concerns were weighing too heavily on his mind to really put that much into someone else's issues. "It's nothing," he said, not really sure how he could explain what was happening anyway.
"It's obviously not nothing if it's making you hide!" David said disapprovingly.
"Hey, well... you're hiding too!" Rob said accusingly.
David shook his head for a moment. "This is my spot!" he declared. "People know I hang out here when I want to be alone without having to deal with the agoraphobia from going out there," he explained, gesturing in the direction of the exit. "So it's not hiding, it's solitude! There's a difference."
"Yeah, well... you've just got an answer for everything, haven't you!" Rob said grumpily. As David just stared back at him, he let out a hearty sigh and said, "Look, I... yeah, okay, something's wrong, but even if I wanted to talk about, I don't think I could find the words, so... you're right. Happy now?"
"I'd be happier if you could tell me about it, but I guess it's a start," David said with a lop-sided smile.
Rob chuckled and nodded as he said, "I'm really okay. But how about a subject change? I keep meaning to ask, how's Ew..." Rob caught himself just short of accidentally dead-naming his former schoolmate, gave David an awkward glance and said, "Sorry, Rose. How's Rose getting on in her new school?"
"Oh!" David said, suddenly a little awkward. His phone was full of unanswered text messages from his former girlfriend. He forced a smile and said, "Yeah, she's good. Getting on well!"
"Excellent!" Rob said happily. "I tell ya what, we may have won anyway, but I definitely miss her speed on the rugby pitch! Does she still play?" He frowned for a moment and asked, "Do girls even play rugby?"
"Yes, they passed a new law about it last year," David replied dryly.
"Really?" Rob asked, looking surprised, but immediately realised David was just being sarcastic. "Oh, very funny! So does she still play?"
Desperate to avoid getting into a conversation he would have to lie his way through, David opted for deflection instead as he said, "I'm totally telling Josh you fell for that!"
"Oh, you little dickhead!" Rob grumbled, knowing how much Josh would tease him for the gullibility, even if it had only been momentary.
David grabbed his tablet and said, "Totally going to tell him now!" He had wanted to stay and finish what he was reading, but the prospect of either having to talk or lie about Rose was not something he could face.
"I repeat my earlier dickhead' comment and raise it to fucking dickhead'!" Rob said as he followed David up the stairs.
Danny stopped to stretch out for a few moments after leaving Mr Rudd's office. He ached all over and was more than happy to be free from the strict teacher's `self-control lessons' as he called them, an ongoing side effect of some inappropriate behaviour back on the easter camping trip. After loosening himself up a little, he glanced towards the door to the pool.
He knew Nicky was currently at diving practice and briefly considered waiting for him to finish up so they could walk home together, but there was still a little time left of the evening and Danny didn't want to waste it waiting around. He was actually a little surprised to not find Rob waiting for him, as he had mentioned earlier that he might be, an attempt to claw back some of the evening together they had lost thanks to the meeting.
Without Rob or Nicky to occupy him, Danny's mind resorted to a different (and possibly even better) idea as he rushed out the door and jogged along towards the Home Building. As he got into the main atrium, he paused for a moment as he heard familiar voices from behind the stairs, but ignored them and carried on, rushing up all three flights until he got the third floor, home of the Year 12 and 13s.
He slowed a little as he reached the top, seeing Adam Gordon (student Head of Discipline) standing with a couple of his mates chatting. Danny flashed a quick smile at the other two, then as Adam looked his way, gave a silent nod and got one in return. Just a few weeks before he had very much been on the bad side of the Year 13s and had felt their wrath because of it. The camping trip had brought about an end to his punishment, earning the begrudging respect of Adam for the things his friends reported back to him.
Relieved to be able to move around the third floor freely without fear of the older students anymore, Danny headed round to dorm 3.04, knocked on the door and barged in without even waiting for an invite. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Joseph on his back with his legs wrapped around Brian, who was balls-deep in his best friend's butt, mid-fuck and mid-kiss!
"Holy fuck!" Danny exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sight of two of his favourite people, mid-coitus, and by the looks of it close to release.
Brian broke away from the kiss, grinned wickedly over at Danny and growled, "Shut the fucking door!"
"Okay," Danny said, nodding as he continued to stare. He reached round to close the door without breaking his gaze. "Mind if I..."
"Yes!" Brian barked. "Stay there and watch if you like, but stay there!"
Danny let out a groan at the instruction. He wanted to join in. In fact he would have loved to have been right in the middle, the meat in a Year 12 sandwich, with Brian on one side and Joseph on the other. He watched as Brian kissed Joseph again. It was amusing how gentle Brian's kisses could be while his fucking was so rough. Amusing, and very arousing. Danny's cock was throbbing in his pants, so he reached down to grope at it through his jeans and underwear. He had been ordered to stay put, there had been no such ban on touching.
Joseph's hand had reached between their naked, sweaty bodies and was stroking his throbbing prick as fast as he could manage with most of Brian's weight bearing down on him. He let out a grunt that was muffled by the unending kiss and received a similar one in return.
Danny couldn't help wondering if the two best friends understood each other's muffled words, though within a few moments their meaning became clear as Brian pulled away, sat up and slid his dick out of Joseph. He pressed it against the other teen's, wrapping his hands around both at once as he stroked them to a nearly-perfectly-synchronised orgasm, with Joseph cumming just seconds before Brian.
The intermingled shots of spunk flew wildly, some clear past Joseph's head, some onto his cheek or chest, some even finding its way onto Brian as he continued stroking the spasming dicks.
"Jesus... fucking... christ!" Joseph gasped as he ejaculated his way through an obviously-intense orgasm. He smiled up at Brian, who was panting just as heavily, then let his head loll to the side and grinned. "Hey Danny. How's it going?"
Danny was stood motionless, still groping his bulge. It took a moment to register he was being spoken to and said, "That... that was... so hot!"
Brian sniggered as he clambered off Joseph's bed, letting his best friend's legs flop down as he released them. Naked, with his slowly-softening cock still dripping, he approached Danny and held out his arms. Danny lunged forward to grab him in a hug before they pulled apart enough to start kissing.
When the embrace ended, Brian glanced round at the clock and said, "You haven't got long, but we could help you out with this!" He reached down to swat Danny's hand away and grasp the erection.
"Mmm-huh," Danny hummed happily, his legs going a little weak from the grope.
Joseph swung his legs round and sat up, leaning against the wall beside his bed as he patted the space beside him and said, "Come on!"
Danny undid his jeans and pushed them down with his underwear as he jumped onto the bed, grinning as Brian took a seat on his other side. Within moments, the two older students had their hands on him, one stroking his dick and caressing his stomach, the other grasping gently at his balls while a finger slid down between his legs.
"Ah yeah," Danny moaned as he felt the finger gently probing at his hole. He let his eyes close as he let Brian and Joseph play with him, the rapid stroking of his dick making it obvious they understood his lack of time. He let his head rest against Brian's chest, but as he heard sounds from above him, he opened an eye and cocked his head to look up.
Despite having their hands occupied with the boy between them, Joseph and Brian's mouths had found their way back to each other, the two seventeen-year-olds making out once again. Danny frowned a little but didn't say anything. Instead he just closed his eyes and enjoyed their touches, letting himself get thrown rapidly towards the inevitable.
"Ah fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Danny gasped as he grabbed the front of his t-shirt to lift it up.
"Nuh-uh," Brian said as he pushed the clothing back down.
"Wha..." Danny reacted, unsure what was happening as his cock began to spasm. He shot several spurts upwards, the first two hitting his chin, spraying the collar of his t-shirt with spunk as the rest of the shots left streaks over the front of it. Danny was too excited to object as he orgasmed excitedly, but as he started to come down he let out a gentle groan and looked down at the mess.
"Go on," Joseph said, already pushing Danny away. "You need to get back to your dorm soon!"
"Yeah," Brian agreed, grabbing Danny to turn him round, the two of them smirking at the spunk soaking into the fabric. "And I'm sure nobody'll EVER guess what you're covered in," he said with a sarcastic snigger.
Danny huffed as he did up his jeans. Even without his reputation, the range of wet lines emanating from the general area of his dick made it blindingly obvious.
"And don't even think about just taking it off!" Brian added with a wicked grin. He shuffled forward as Danny scowled at him, then leaned in to give him a quick kiss.
Danny enjoyed the affectionate gesture but couldn't help noticing that Brian tasted a little like Joseph. "Well... g'night I guess," he said a little unhappily as he wandered towards the door.
"Night!" Joseph and Brian called back in unison.
As Danny shut the door, he gave another glance back and saw Brian returning to Joseph's bed rather than his own. He let out a sigh and headed along the hallway.
Considering the time of night, and the fact so many evening clubs had just let out, the halls were busy and Danny's cum-streaked shirt and chin drew plenty of comments, teases and jokes, but he didn't really hear them, mostly just waving them off dismissively as he continued back to his own dorm.
As Danny got into the dorm, he could see most of the others were already in there, with only Nicky absent, presumably not yet back from diving. Conversation stopped as he appeared and more comments and jokes came Danny's way. He huffed and rolled his eyes as he peeled the t-shirt off, wiped his chin with it and tossed it into the laundry before undoing his jeans.
Josh, who was just in the process and putting something away in his wardrobe, looked at Danny and scowled. "Looks like you had another fun night... slut!" Josh growled quietly at him.
"Fuck off Josh, go be a whiny bitch with someone else for a change. I'm not in the fucking mood!" Danny snapped quietly, the ongoing ill-treatment from his dormmate pushing his temper just a little too far.
"No, I know exactly what you're in the mood for!" Josh snapped back before over-exaggeratedly miming some cock sucking.
"Hey, woah, what the hell," Nicky interjected as he entered the dorm, finding himself literally in the middle.
"Forget it," Danny said, shaking his head. "I'm going to bed!" he said, kicking his jeans aside before heading for his bunk.
"Wow, and doing it alone, that's new!" Josh hissed back.
"Oy!" Nicky snapped, pointing accusingly at Josh.
"Whatever!" Josh huffed, rolling his eyes as he headed towards the other end of the dorm, where the others had managed to miss the entire exchange as they sat chattering loudly.
Nicky watched Josh walk away, then moved over to sit on the side of Danny's bunk as he asked quietly, "What was that all about?"
"Don't know, don't care!" Danny huffed.
"Hey, don't be like that," Nicky said, shaking his head at the tone. He paused for a moment as he realised a year ago, being in the middle of an argument like that would have made him run a mile, though he quickly realised now was probably not the time for self-reflection.
"Sorry," Danny said timidly. "I just don't even get why he's pissed at me!"
Nicky sighed and nodded. It was still a mystery to them all. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up," he said, blushing a little as he smiled.
"Oh yeah?" Danny asked, sitting up a little.
Nicky glanced at the rest of the dorm, who were still talking on the sofas. "I won't go into details," he said, his cheeks bright red, "But I ended up accidentally showing my dick to Mr Francis tonight!"
"How do you..." Danny started, but stopped himself, shaking his head. "No, not gonna ask, don't need to know, just storing it in the wank bank!" he said with a giggle.
"Yay, so happy my humiliation helped," Nicky said flatly.
Mark knew who it was as soon as he heard the email notification sound. It was the same person it had been every day for the past week – Gregory, his repulsive ex boyfriend. He knew he should delete it without reading, or show it to a teacher, or tell his friends, or do literally anything other than read it... but he did it anyway.
"Hey Faggot. Not long now. This time in six days it'll all be over. Your team will have lost the finals because of YOU then all your little faggy friends will finally see what an absolute fucking loser you are. They'll kick you out of that homo school as soon as they realise you're a total waste of space and then you'll be all alone, just like a bent fucking faggot like you is supposed to be! Can't wait to watch you fail. G."
Mark wanted to cry as he read it, but with his dormmates all around him, he couldn't let on, so he put the phone away, forced a smile and jumped back into the conversation.
Nicky kept one eye closed and the other barely open as he made his way across the hall to the bathroom, convinced that if he didn't open both eyes fully then he wasn't really awake and would be able to easily get back to sleep after sating his desperate need to pee. As he cautiously pushed the door open, he paused as the sound hit him.
"NO, YOU FUCK OFF!" the voice snapped.
Nicky's eyes shot open, not so much from what was said (alarming as it may have been) but just from the recognition of the voice. It was unmistakably Mikey.
"You think I give a fuck what you think?" Mikey demanded. "I don't care, I don't care what you say and I DEFINITELY don't give a flying fuck what you think ANYONE else would say. You don't know them, you don't know what they think!"
Nicky froze in place, unsure whether to make his presence known or to simply turn away and leave his best friend in peace. Ultimately, he decided on neither. He knew the tone Mikey was using, or rather the mood that came with it which meant he knew he was likely to end up on the wrong side of Mikey's mood for interrupting him. But at the same time, he was obviously distressed, and Nicky wanted to be there to help if needed. But... who was he arguing with?
Nobody replied before Mikey continued, "I'm allowed to have friends. I don't care if you don't like him. You don't like ANY of my friends, you never have and how many fucks have I ever given about that? Erm, none. So fuck off. I like Harley and if you don't that's YOUR fucking problem!"
Nicky was unsure what he was hearing. There was a chance Mikey was just on the phone, explaining the absence of the other voice, but Nicky knew that when it came to Mikey there was... another possibility. Mikey had not come to Kingswood alone in Year 7, he had brought an imaginary friend named Snuffles, a friend Mikey had relied on for company for many years. It was only once he finally felt comfortable and safe with his new circle of friends that Mikey had let go of the childish fantasy. Nicky couldn't help but think Snuffles might be back!
"No they don't!" Mikey said firmly. "Nobody thinks that. Well nobody except you and even if they DID think that, why would I care? And what exactly would I do with that? I'm not gonna stop hanging out with ANY of my friends just cos some fucking plebs might think I've gone soft!" Mikey snapped angrily. "I'm happy to prove anyone wrong who thinks that. I'll kick the shit out of `em all. I'll... I'll... just... smack their fucking faces through the floor!" The comment was accentuated by a loud bang as something hit one of the cubicle walls.
Nicky recoiled slightly. While his ongoing therapy had most assuredly started to help tackle his abject fear of confrontation, outright violence was something that still scared him. It had been part of the reason he had broken up with Mikey the previous year, fear of his best friend's increasing temper, though since then it had been under control... or so it had seemed.
"No!" Mikey suddenly whimpered.
There was sudden silence, followed by the sound of heavy breathing, almost verging on crying. Again Nicky considered revealing himself but held back.
"You bastard. You absolute fucking bastard. That's what you wanted, isn't it! That's why you started saying this stuff. You wanted to piss me off and... and make me angry... and get me to... to... do that stuff I'm not supposed to do! I told you already, I don't do that anymore!" Mikey insisted. "I'm not fucking this place up for myself and I won't do that to the people I promised. You wanna hit things, then... find someone else cos you're not getting me involved. Now fuck off and leave me the fuck alone!"
Nicky felt a slight swell of pride, though it was massively tempered by the pain of knowing Mikey was so distressed.
"No!" Mikey said firmly. "No!" he repeated. "I told you, we're done, you're fucking off and we're fucking done. Fuck you, cuntface!"
Nicky quietly closed the door and stepped out into the hallway for a few moments. He waited briefly before opening the door as loudly as he dared without risking waking the entire floor. "Oh!" he said as he walked in and saw Mikey standing at the wash basins. "I thought you were in bed," he stated as he headed to a urinal on the opposite side of the bathroom.
"How would you know? You always leave with your eyes closed at night!" Mikey smirked.
"Hnnh, yeah," Nicky chuckled. "Are you okay? What you doing up?" he asked, unsure how honest the answer would be.
"I'm..." Mikey started, pausing to frown for a moment. He took a deep breath in and sighed heavily. "No, I'm not okay!" he said bluntly. "Just spoke to someone I really don't like speaking to," he explained, then waved his phone at Nicky.
Nicky wasn't sure what was more surprising – Mikey admitting to not being okay, or the fact it seemed he actually had just been on his phone. "Oh, anyone I know?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Mikey shook his head, then cocked it slightly as he frowned a little and said, "Kinda, actually, but... ugh, I don't wanna talk about it!"
"Okay, if you say so," Nicky said as he finished peeing. He headed for the sinks to wash his hands as Mikey remained stood where he was, leaning against one of them.
"Nicky," Mikey said quietly after a few moments, looking a little nervous.
"Mmm-huh," Nicky hummed back as he dried his hands.
"What do you think of Harley?" Mikey asked softly.
Nicky turned to lean against the counter, folding his arms as he contemplated the question. "Well I guess I only really know him from music club and even there he normally hangs out with Bran, so I don't really get to see much of him, but... yeah, he's cool. I like him," Nicky replied. As he thought about the half of the conversation he had just heard, he added, "Why? Shouldn't I like him? Or do other people not like him?"
"No!" Mikey said defensively. "Everyone seems to like him, I just... ya know... we're hanging out a lot and... and your opinion matters to me, that's all!"
Nicky smiled, resisting the urge to tease as he said, "Thanks. Yours does to me too. But Harley's cool. You two seem to go together really well." He paused for a moment and ventured a slight grin before asking, "How well exactly DO you go together?"
Mikey tutted, huffed and rolled his eyes and said, "God, this place sucks, you can't be friends with anyone without the whole freaking school thinking you're fucking!"
"Relax," Nicky said as he moved to the side and threw an arm around the shorter boy. "I know you're just mates," he reassured him. "But this IS Kingswood and mates here aren't always just mates, especially when they're so cute!"
"You think Harley's cute?" Mikey asked, recoiling slightly.
"I meant you," Nicky said, giving Mikey a playful nudge. He got a slight giggle in return.
"Thanks," Mikey said cheerfully. "And I like Harley. I'm not into him and... well, maybe us being friends is just... a temporary thing after the camping trip, but even if it is, it's been fun hanging out with him. I'm glad you like him!"
"And I'm glad you do," Nicky replied, "And I'm glad you... I dunno... felt okay to tell me you do! You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"I do," Mikey replied, letting out a thoughtful sigh.
Danny awoke with a start and took a moment to realise it was because he was being shaken slightly. As his eyes shot open and tried to make out anything in the dark, he realised it was Chris.
"Hey, you were having a bad dream," Chris whispered, reaching out to stroke a few strands of hair away from Danny's sweaty forehead.
Danny just nodded and leaned forward, letting his cheek rest against Chris' chest while he felt arms wrap around him. He let out a quiet mew as he slowly caught his breath. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he eventually asked softly.
"No," Chris replied quietly. "Mikey left a while ago and I thought I might have to go check on him, but Nicky just left, probably seeing if he's okay!"
"Oh, okay," Danny replied, nuzzling against Chris. He stayed silent for a few moments then sniggered slightly as he said, "I'm sure this used to be the other way around! You have the bad dreams and me looking after you!"
"Yeah," Chris replied, smiling at the reversal. "I think I prefer it this way though!"
"Gee, thanks," Danny said flatly.
"No, I just mean... you worry so much about looking after other people. It's just nice to be able to look after you for a change!" Chris explained.
"Oh!" Danny said, a little taken aback by the comment. He gave Chris a gentle squeeze and felt one in return, then added, "I guess I kinda like this too!"
"So d'you remember what you were dreaming about?" Chris asked curiously.
Danny hummed for a moment. The minor details of it were already slipping away, but he still had the overall tale etched in his mind. The question was whether he really wanted to share it, but after all the bad dreams Chris had experience in their earlier years, Danny knew it usually helped to get it out. "So I was in this place," he started cautiously, "Like some kind of... I dunno, maze or something and I needed to find my way out and there were these two doors. One of them was the exit, the other one... wasn't, so I picked one and when I went through something hit me which really hurt and I realised I was just in another room with another two doors."
Chris listened intently, gently stroking his hand up and down Danny's arm.
"It just kept going and it didn't matter how much I looked at the doors or thought about it, just every door I opened was the wrong one and..." Danny paused, frowning, "I dunno, I guess it must have been like some kind of gameshow cos there was an audience and they all kept laughing whenever I picked the wrong door or teased me when I got hurt."
"Wow, that's horrible," Chris said quietly.
"Then I came to a room where there were ANOTHER two doors, but this time one of them was glass, and I could see outside and there were, like, big flashing signs saying `this is the exit' and even though I KNEW it was the way out, I still ended up picking the other door and... and that's when you woke me up!" Danny finished, nuzzling against Chris' chest again.
"Well it's over now," Chris whispered, kissing the top of Danny's head gently. "Let's try and get back to sleep!"
"Yeah," Danny agreed quietly, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. "Chris... thanks," he said softly, already drifting off to sleep.
"No problem," Chris said, stroking Danny's hair until he drifted off again. He let out a gentle sigh, kissed Danny's forehead and whispered to the sleeping boy, "Love you!"
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